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I guess thats what i mean greta put a hand to her

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“I guess that’s what I mean.” Greta put a hand to her forehead, as though dizzy. “I can almost see it, but I can’t put it into words.”“Does this tell us anything about the aliens themselves?” Congreve demanded. “Are they made of coagulated energy too—whatever that is?”“Not necessarily.” Natasha exchanged several sentences with Abramovitch, while all the others bar Congreve waited impatiently. “It is possible,” she continued at last, “that they are not unlike ourselves. Consider: they have chosen thisplanet for their base, with its atmosphere and gravity, when others are available, particularly Mars. We may have seen only manifestations of automatic processes which to us are inconceivably advanced but which to the aliens may be as commonplace as”—a glance at Radcliff e—“mousetraps ! ”“It would explain something else, too,” Radcliffe said unexpectedly. “The fact that Bennett could… well, unintentionally make use of one of their processes.”“Right,” Potter said with a nod. “Given that he was reconstructing one of their devices. Hmm! Maybe it also explains why weirdos go crazy. Suppose their time-sense becomes deranged—suppose, for instance, they start remembering things that haven’t happened yet?” Apologetically he added, “It’s just a suggestion. I haven’t worked out the implications.”“One thing we aren’t short of on the Ground is weirdos,” Radcliffe said: “Any time you want a few for study, give the word and I’ll send you dozens of ‘em.”“On the other hand,” Waldron ventured, “this flatly contradicts the fact that Pitirim and Ichabod have been in and out without being harmed. If the aliens really are fundamentally like us, or at any rate more like us than we’ve been assuming, why don’t their processes affect everybody equally?” Reluctant nods conceded the validity of his point. “And another thing,” he continued, emboldened. “Isn’t it true that some people have wandered into the alien city and never been heard of again?”
Potter glanced at Porpentine—who had so far said nothing, like Zworykin, as though Pitirim’s death had temporarily abolished their interest in the world—and recalled his reference to “mythical saints who by now have gone to heaven in a fiery chariot”. He started. “Lord, yes! I wonder whether they—” He didn’t need to complete the sentence. It was obvious that the same idea had occurred to everyone. Congreve chuckled and looked at Radcliffe.“Say, last night you were listing some of the things rats do to humans. You left out one important item. They get on ships, don’t they?”A grim sort of joke, Potter thought. He said, “You know, the more I consider this, the more I like it. The time aspect in particular. Isn’t it true that our concept of time is a highly specialized one? It’s not universal, by any means, even among human cultures. Maybe the aliens’ attitude to time is different—

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