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methodically slit the membrane covering several organs.
'Here.' She held up a blackish fibrous mass between two fingers, a parody of daintiness through all that armor.
'So?'
'It's grass, Sergeant. If the Taurans eat the grass and breathe the air, they certainly found a planet remarkably like their home.' She tossed it away. 'They're animals, Sergeant, just fucken animals.'
'I don't know,' Doc Wilson said. 'Just because they walk around on all fours, threes maybe, and eat grass…'
'Well, let's check out the brain.' She found one that had been hit in the head and scraped the superficial black char from the wound. 'Look at that.'
It was almost solid bone. She tugged and ruffled the hair all over the head of another one. 'What the hell does it use for sensory organs? No eyes, or ears, or…' She stood up.
'Nothing in that fucken head but a mouth and ten centimeters of skull. To protect nothing, not a fucken thing.'
'If I could shrug, I'd shrug,' the doctor said. 'It doesn't prove anything – a brain doesn't have to look like a mushy walnut and it doesn't have to be in the head. Maybe that skull isn't bone, maybe that's the brain, some crystal lattice…'
'Yeah, but the fucken stomach's in the right place, and if those aren't intestines I'll eat–'
'Look,' Cortez said, 'this is real interesting, but all we need to know is whether that thing's dangerous, then we've gotta move on; we don't have all–'
'They aren't dangerous,' Rogers began. 'They don't–'
'Medic! DOC!' Somebody back at the firing line was waving his arms. Doc sprinted back to him, the rest of us following.
'What's wrong?' He had reached back and unclipped his medical kit on the run.
'It's Ho. She's out.'
Doc swung open the door on Ho's biomedical monitor. He didn't have to look far. 'She's dead.'
'Dead?' Cortez said. 'What the hell–'
'Just a minute.' Doc plugged a jack into the monitor and fiddled with some dials on his kit. 'Everybody's biomed readout is stored for twelve hours. I'm running it backwards, should be able to – there!'
'What?'
'Four and a half minutes ago – must have been when you opened fire – Jesus!'
'Well?'
'Massive cerebral hemorrhage. No…' He watched the dials. 'No … warning, no indication of anything out of the ordinary; blood pressure up, pulse up, but normal under the circumstances … nothing to … indicate–' He reached down and popped her suit. Her fine oriental features were distorted in a horrible grimace, both gums showing. Sticky fluid ran from under her collapsed eyelids, and a trickle of blood still dripped from each ear. Doc Wilson closed the suit back up.
'I've never seen anything like it. It's as if a bomb went off in her skull.'
'Oh fuck,' Rogers said, 'she was Rhine-sensitive, wasn't she.'
'That's right,' Cortez sounded thoughtful. 'All right, everybody listen up. Platoon leaders, check your platoons and see if anybody's missing, or hurt. Anybody else in seventh?'
'I … I've got a splitting headache, Sarge,' Lucky said.
Four others had bad headaches. One of them affirmed that he was slightly Rhine-sensitive. The others didn't know.
'Cortez, I think it's obvious,' Doc Wilson said, 'that we should give these … monsters wide berth, especially shouldn't harm any more of them. Not with five people susceptible to whatever apparently killed Ho.'
'Of course, God damn it, I don't need anybody to tell me that. We'd better get moving. I just filled the captain in on what happened; he agrees that we'd better get as far away from here as we can, before we stop for the night.
'Let's get back in formation and continue on the same bearing. Fifth platoon, take over point; second, come back to the rear. Everybody else, same as before.'
'What about Ho?' Lucky asked.
'She'll be taken care of. From the ship.'
After we'd gone half a Hick, there was a flash and rolling thunder. Where Ho had been came a wispy luminous mushroom cloud boiling up to disappear against the gray sky.
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We stopped for the
'Here.' She held up a blackish fibrous mass between two fingers, a parody of daintiness through all that armor.
'So?'
'It's grass, Sergeant. If the Taurans eat the grass and breathe the air, they certainly found a planet remarkably like their home.' She tossed it away. 'They're animals, Sergeant, just fucken animals.'
'I don't know,' Doc Wilson said. 'Just because they walk around on all fours, threes maybe, and eat grass…'
'Well, let's check out the brain.' She found one that had been hit in the head and scraped the superficial black char from the wound. 'Look at that.'
It was almost solid bone. She tugged and ruffled the hair all over the head of another one. 'What the hell does it use for sensory organs? No eyes, or ears, or…' She stood up.
'Nothing in that fucken head but a mouth and ten centimeters of skull. To protect nothing, not a fucken thing.'
'If I could shrug, I'd shrug,' the doctor said. 'It doesn't prove anything – a brain doesn't have to look like a mushy walnut and it doesn't have to be in the head. Maybe that skull isn't bone, maybe that's the brain, some crystal lattice…'
'Yeah, but the fucken stomach's in the right place, and if those aren't intestines I'll eat–'
'Look,' Cortez said, 'this is real interesting, but all we need to know is whether that thing's dangerous, then we've gotta move on; we don't have all–'
'They aren't dangerous,' Rogers began. 'They don't–'
'Medic! DOC!' Somebody back at the firing line was waving his arms. Doc sprinted back to him, the rest of us following.
'What's wrong?' He had reached back and unclipped his medical kit on the run.
'It's Ho. She's out.'
Doc swung open the door on Ho's biomedical monitor. He didn't have to look far. 'She's dead.'
'Dead?' Cortez said. 'What the hell–'
'Just a minute.' Doc plugged a jack into the monitor and fiddled with some dials on his kit. 'Everybody's biomed readout is stored for twelve hours. I'm running it backwards, should be able to – there!'
'What?'
'Four and a half minutes ago – must have been when you opened fire – Jesus!'
'Well?'
'Massive cerebral hemorrhage. No…' He watched the dials. 'No … warning, no indication of anything out of the ordinary; blood pressure up, pulse up, but normal under the circumstances … nothing to … indicate–' He reached down and popped her suit. Her fine oriental features were distorted in a horrible grimace, both gums showing. Sticky fluid ran from under her collapsed eyelids, and a trickle of blood still dripped from each ear. Doc Wilson closed the suit back up.
'I've never seen anything like it. It's as if a bomb went off in her skull.'
'Oh fuck,' Rogers said, 'she was Rhine-sensitive, wasn't she.'
'That's right,' Cortez sounded thoughtful. 'All right, everybody listen up. Platoon leaders, check your platoons and see if anybody's missing, or hurt. Anybody else in seventh?'
'I … I've got a splitting headache, Sarge,' Lucky said.
Four others had bad headaches. One of them affirmed that he was slightly Rhine-sensitive. The others didn't know.
'Cortez, I think it's obvious,' Doc Wilson said, 'that we should give these … monsters wide berth, especially shouldn't harm any more of them. Not with five people susceptible to whatever apparently killed Ho.'
'Of course, God damn it, I don't need anybody to tell me that. We'd better get moving. I just filled the captain in on what happened; he agrees that we'd better get as far away from here as we can, before we stop for the night.
'Let's get back in formation and continue on the same bearing. Fifth platoon, take over point; second, come back to the rear. Everybody else, same as before.'
'What about Ho?' Lucky asked.
'She'll be taken care of. From the ship.'
After we'd gone half a Hick, there was a flash and rolling thunder. Where Ho had been came a wispy luminous mushroom cloud boiling up to disappear against the gray sky.
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We stopped for the
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