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Rhodan looked annoyed. "I want a specific report, Mr. Kakuta! I don't want to see
the day when Klein doesn't have time for me. And don't you ever let yourself be
put off with a few nice phrases. Is that clear?"
"Of course he did give me a few figures to bring back," Kakuta sheepishly
explained. "Here is the note, sir."
"It's alright, ladies and gentlemen. Things seem to be going smoothly for Klein,
too. Midnight on the dot the safety squad opened the attack. Over 500 combat
robots have been deactivated thus far in single strikes. By dawn the mission should
be completed and we can issue a reassuring bulletin in the 7 o'clock newscast."
"I wish I had your optimism," Bell answered dryly, remaining comfortably reclined
in his deep plastic armchair. "If the cruiser Terra's report is correct, the majority of
our robots are aiding the enemy. I just cannot imagine that the Traders
reprogrammed the work robots only. On the contrary! It's probable that a strong
and intelligent adversary would sooner seize control of the combat machines:
firstly they are actually constructed for open conflict and secondly, being
cybernetic individuals, they are more independent than a centrally controlled work
robot."
"Your reasoning is perfectly correct," Rhodan agreed. "And that's why I briefed
Capt. Klein very intensely. His fight tonight is tougher than many full scale battles
we have gone through. His special commandos consist solely of officers and non-
commissioned officers. But you heard what Tako said."
The teleporter nodded as if it were necessary to comfort their concern. "For three
minutes I just listened to Capt. Klein giving orders and receiving reports. It's all
ticking like clockwork. Three men approach the activated combat robots. Most of
them are behaving quite normally, obeying their first rule which is to
uncompromisingly accept the decisions of human beings. They allow themselves
to be deactivated without resistance."
"Most of them?"
"Yes. There are supposed to have been three exceptions but before they could
switch on their protective screen they were atomized by our troops with manual
impulse rayguns. When the sun rises it will all be over."
All eyes automatically turned to Rhodan, who suddenly did not seem to share the
general optimism. He frowned.
"Hm, Reggie. What do you think? Isn't it all going a bit too smoothly?"
"I know what you mean. A combat robot should have quicker reactions than that. It
should manage to close its protective screen when it is attacked by a human.
Besides, if the Traders have reprogrammed some others to serve their ends, they
should be offering resistance to our shock troops. Otherwise the whole thing
doesn't make sense."
"That's just it. I think our flight to Venus will have to be postponed a few hours or
days. We won't leave Earth until we know that everything is alright here.-I'm
going away for a few minutes. Take over the command, will you, Reggie?"
Reginald Bell nodded. No one asked Rhodan what he was about to do.
He jumped into a car and sped away towards the central airport. In that area the
positronicomputer of Terrania was stationed. He entered the massive building.
There wasn't a person to be seen. The security gates opened for Rhodan one after
another as he identified himself by brain-wave pattern as Chief of the New Power.
Then he stood in the vast hall and made some calculations. The results were fairly
satisfying but he still had more to do.
The events on Earth-even if they could be dealt with in a shortime-had