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DOCCHI waited near the rocket dome. He wasn't hiding but he did make himself inconspicuous among the carefully nurtured shrubbery. Plants failed to give the illusion of an earth landscape-in part because some of them were Venusian or Martian imports-but at least the greenery added to the oxygen supply of the asteroid.
"That's a good job," commented Docchi. "I thought Nona could do it."