Broh

No monsters existed, no contact had been made with a spherical black alien craft, and he, Broh, had been dispatched to a rest facility for a vacation.

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"It seems certain that whoever they are, they're com­pletely alien," Broh said.

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"An experiment that I would prefer to forgo for now," Broh said, fighting to conceal his own distaste at the thought.

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And to allay any possible lingering suspicion on Ryo's part, Fal had confirmed the message's authenticity via a brief, terribly expensive personal voice‑picture conversation with Broh himself, on Hivehom, a copy of which conver­sation she played for Ryo.

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Surely the crew of the ship consumed liquids, Broh thought.

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Clearly Broh had dictated the message himself, for his own face was imprinted on the bottom of the communica­tion.

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"I'm afraid there's no question but that violence was di­rected toward let," Broh murmured regretfully.

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Broh requested an analysis and opinion of the damage.

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For some reason Broh had taken a special liking to the new adult, and they corresponded intermittently over the years.

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Broh was not that confident of the derelict's harmlessness, so the party moved from the lock into a small shuttlecraft, one normally used for conveying explorers to the surface of a solid body.

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