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THE FOLLOWING MORNING, en route to the planet of the pink humanoids, Cloud was studying a scratch-chart of the First Galaxy. He had been working on the thing for weeks; had placed several hundred crossed circles, each representing a loose atomic vortex. He was scrawling weird-looking symbols and drawing freehand connecting lines when Joan came swishing into the "office."
"Good morning, Effendi of Esoterica! " she greeted him gaily. "How's the massive intellect? Firing on all forty barrels, I hope and trust?"