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unearthing your elements and change the wavelength for their own
use.'
'Come on! My
Traags were discreet.'
'Discreet at our scale. But the slightest gesture can
become a major blunder in the eyes of an observant small Om. I think more
decisive and brutal measures will have to be considered.'
'Crushing it
all without any warning?'
'Perhaps. I don't think they can fight us on equal terms.
Not yet. But we have only located one city. What if there are others?'
The
Councillor's red eyes darkened with indignation.
'I should be
very surprised. The rare telemessages we've picked up...'
'The rare
telemessages!' said the Master bitterly. 'This proves you have not picked up
all of them. What if they have a code? Imagine dozens of similar cities
operating secretly on each of the four continents!'
'Nothing
leads us to draw such assumptions. The Councillors on the other continents have
detected nothing more worrying than wandering Oms' uncoordinated activities.
The deomisations...'
'I am
wondering whether deomisations actually contribute to their evolution by giving
them the need for a defensive organisation!'
The First
Councillor raised his arms in the air, stretching out his membranes:
'But it was
yourself, Master, who was the first to advocate this preventive measure to my
colleague in A North!'
'I could
have been mistaken; I am not infallible. I still did not know the extent of the
danger... believe me, the time has come to wonder if the Traags are still
Ygam's master race.'
'You are
looking on the dark side of things', said the Councillor in a shrill voice
which sounded like laughter.
'Oh! Don't
laugh', protested the Master. 'I have been studying the Oms for a long time.
The faculties of this... animal never cease to amaze me... We face a terrible
danger. A Council is being held in a week. I'll have you know I intend to
propose immediate and total deomisation.'
'Don't even
think about it! The public has not been informed of our concern. You will
provoke a general outcry. Many people are very attached to their Oms!'
'Once they
are informed...'
'But no, Master Singh. There is another reason for
opposing such a plan. If the truth was to be trumpeted everywhere, the
organised Oms would hear about it. They will react and find a way of countering
our offensive, or at least weaken its scope. We must take them by surprise!'
The Master
thought for a while.
'You may be
right', he said finally. 'We could give an epidemic as a pretext and make it
compulsory to vaccinate the Oms against a bogus disease. With this lie we
wouldn't have to kill the Oms, but just destroy some of their cerebral centres
and remove all intelligence. What do you think?'
it seems clever. I'll have the matter looked into...
Happiness
onto you, Master Singh, you still managed to scare me! As early as tomorrow I
will hold a Continental Select Committee to envisage large-scale policies.'
The Master
stood up.
'Happiness,
First Councillor. Be quick about it, trust me!'
He looked at
his axillary dial.
in one hour I will be in Torm', he said. 'I will talk to your A
Northcolleague. But it is getting late. Would you be so kind as to inform him
of my visit. '
5
Beneath a topaz sky darkened by the sunset, a vast sea tinted like fresh blood was gently moving back and forth across
the horizon. Currents filled with plankton drifted haphazardly with the winds.
Lost dots in
a great poem, three vessels were obstinately following their course. They were
sailing in an ocean of colours, impervious to the nonchalant charms and languid
enchantment of the waves gleaming with a thousand facets as they strutted about
in their splendour.
Heading
east, the Oms were carrying all the hopes of a race that had broken free from
its chains. They formed a triangle, the first two vessels towing the other, its
hull teeming with roped up Oms.
Whipped by
the spray, their sweat washed off by the rosy foam, the Oms were weighing in
clusters on the last ship's glistening hull. Muscles
use.'
'Come on! My
Traags were discreet.'
'Discreet at our scale. But the slightest gesture can
become a major blunder in the eyes of an observant small Om. I think more
decisive and brutal measures will have to be considered.'
'Crushing it
all without any warning?'
'Perhaps. I don't think they can fight us on equal terms.
Not yet. But we have only located one city. What if there are others?'
The
Councillor's red eyes darkened with indignation.
'I should be
very surprised. The rare telemessages we've picked up...'
'The rare
telemessages!' said the Master bitterly. 'This proves you have not picked up
all of them. What if they have a code? Imagine dozens of similar cities
operating secretly on each of the four continents!'
'Nothing
leads us to draw such assumptions. The Councillors on the other continents have
detected nothing more worrying than wandering Oms' uncoordinated activities.
The deomisations...'
'I am
wondering whether deomisations actually contribute to their evolution by giving
them the need for a defensive organisation!'
The First
Councillor raised his arms in the air, stretching out his membranes:
'But it was
yourself, Master, who was the first to advocate this preventive measure to my
colleague in A North!'
'I could
have been mistaken; I am not infallible. I still did not know the extent of the
danger... believe me, the time has come to wonder if the Traags are still
Ygam's master race.'
'You are
looking on the dark side of things', said the Councillor in a shrill voice
which sounded like laughter.
'Oh! Don't
laugh', protested the Master. 'I have been studying the Oms for a long time.
The faculties of this... animal never cease to amaze me... We face a terrible
danger. A Council is being held in a week. I'll have you know I intend to
propose immediate and total deomisation.'
'Don't even
think about it! The public has not been informed of our concern. You will
provoke a general outcry. Many people are very attached to their Oms!'
'Once they
are informed...'
'But no, Master Singh. There is another reason for
opposing such a plan. If the truth was to be trumpeted everywhere, the
organised Oms would hear about it. They will react and find a way of countering
our offensive, or at least weaken its scope. We must take them by surprise!'
The Master
thought for a while.
'You may be
right', he said finally. 'We could give an epidemic as a pretext and make it
compulsory to vaccinate the Oms against a bogus disease. With this lie we
wouldn't have to kill the Oms, but just destroy some of their cerebral centres
and remove all intelligence. What do you think?'
it seems clever. I'll have the matter looked into...
Happiness
onto you, Master Singh, you still managed to scare me! As early as tomorrow I
will hold a Continental Select Committee to envisage large-scale policies.'
The Master
stood up.
'Happiness,
First Councillor. Be quick about it, trust me!'
He looked at
his axillary dial.
in one hour I will be in Torm', he said. 'I will talk to your A
Northcolleague. But it is getting late. Would you be so kind as to inform him
of my visit. '
5
Beneath a topaz sky darkened by the sunset, a vast sea tinted like fresh blood was gently moving back and forth across
the horizon. Currents filled with plankton drifted haphazardly with the winds.
Lost dots in
a great poem, three vessels were obstinately following their course. They were
sailing in an ocean of colours, impervious to the nonchalant charms and languid
enchantment of the waves gleaming with a thousand facets as they strutted about
in their splendour.
Heading
east, the Oms were carrying all the hopes of a race that had broken free from
its chains. They formed a triangle, the first two vessels towing the other, its
hull teeming with roped up Oms.
Whipped by
the spray, their sweat washed off by the rosy foam, the Oms were weighing in
clusters on the last ship's glistening hull. Muscles
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