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Homunk knew the answer to practically every question.
FR-7 did not have the same eerie effect because one could tell just by looking at
him that he was a real robot out of the factory. His walk betrayed a certain
helplessness that afflicted all robots, no matter how well engineered. But this
helplessness was deceptive. FR-7 was really built for research and resembled a
walking laboratory completely equipped for immediate analyses of newly
discovered organisms or inorganic materials. His miraculous positronic brain
forgot nothing and learned something new every day. His right arm was built like a
weapon.
It wouldn't have mattered to Koster to take these two robots on board. But
occupying important positions-that was more than unusual.
Still-what wasn't unusual on this flight of the Explorer-238?
Koster walked out of the elevator and into the wide hallway that led to the
passenger cabins. Since the EX-238 was a spacesphere with a diameter of 200
meters, it provided such unusual luxuries for its passengers.
Passengers! he thought angrily. Some passengers!
He should not have thought that.
He felt a strong shove against his back and stumbled a few steps forward. When he
finally regained his balance and turned around, there was no one in sight. The hall
was as empty as before.
"You rotten espers!" Koster shouted, and clenched his fist threateningly. "What
underhanded methods! To read the thoughts of harmless men and then resort to
telekinesis and assault them in such a wretched, dastardly fashion! Just you wait-
!"
He had stopped by a door that suddenly opened by itself, as if guided by ghostly
hands. Koster clenched his teeth and went in.
Shrill laughter met him as the door closed behind him. By itself, of course. A
dozen small figures, hardly measuring a meter in height and covered with reddish
brown fur, danced excitedly over beds, tables and chairs, until a curt command
stopped them.
The command did not come from Koster but from one of the dwarfs.
The dwarf's name was Pucky.
"You wouldn't take our little prank amiss, I hope," squeaked the little creature,
pretending to look harmless as he squatted in front of the major and saluted him
with his right paw. "I've often enough warned you to keep your thoughts well in
hand. It was Ooch who pushed you. Except for Iltu and me, he is the only real
telepath of the clan."
The clan, Koster thought to himself, is the right expression for the group. Twelve
mousebeavers at once' No man could stand all of them together for any length of
time, especially not when he thinks he's normal.
And Koster figured he was normal. At least until the moment when Rhodan asked
him to take command of the EX-238. Now he was no longer so sure.
"We're getting a Silver Arrow on the screen, Lt. Pucky," said the commander,
trying to be polite to the small creature, not from any inner compulsion but from
pure instincts of self-preservation. "We're pursuing it."
"Great!" piped Pucky and grinned. All the other mousebeavers grinned too. A
parade of 12 glistening incisors. Expectantly, they looked at Koster. "Then we'll
soon get it."
Koster had doubts. "You know that we've already lost a Silver Arrow twice
because we hesitated to intercept it."