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Hilly spoke a greeting to the horror-struck Natoma with his eyes,
popped a handful of candy into Hic s mouth, patted Ozymandias on
the cheek, and examined Twink with fascination. Twink had never
come across a three-limbed Terran before and had to explore the
Hebe. Hilly twitched through the examination as though he were
receiving electric shocks. Then he took off and was gone for a few
hours while we rested and I tried to stop Natoma from crying. Oz
produced a flute d amour from his rucksack and played sweet, mellow
sounds.
Hilly rode back on a vintage bicycle which he d promoted somehow,
and the army continued on to Chihuahua where M bantu joined the
party. Five deaf Beethovens. M b left us and returned, riding a
donkey, his long legs scraping the ground. Twink was bewildered by
M bantu s color and had to examine, naturally. The Zulu understood
and immediately stripped. He twitched and jerked through the
inspection and finally went over in a dead faint. We pulled Twink off
his head and hovered over the Zulu, doing things, until he recovered
consciousness. When he d regained some strength I
wrote,Suffocated?
N. Brain drain. Lost brain energy.
Sucked out by it?
Y.
Electro nerve charge?
Y. Don t let it come near you naked.
W naked?
Clothes insulate a little.
By now our silent army was foraging a path nearly a half mile wide
and destroying any possible tattletale machine. M bantu was an old
hand at living off the land and brought in a delightful change of diet;
wild yams, wild onions, wild parsley, lily bulbs, parsnip, and strange
roots. Hilly, smart as ever, had the sense to bring in a few pounds of
rock salt. I must esplain that although a Moleman can consume
anything, we do prefer good food. Ozymandias proved himself to be a
master chef and improvisor.
Erik the Red joined us outside Hermosillo, and that will give you
some idea of the continuous zigzag course we were pursuing. We had
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flood. We were grateful for the chance to have a wash, but we had to
leave all our heavy gear behind. We hoped to live off the land as
before. We were dreamers.
The farther north we got the more pop. ex. we encountered plus all
the mecho-electronic amenities which civilized people demand and
take for granted today. We started to travel by night, holing up in
obscure places by day, always in the same deadly silence. No more
smashing anything. Too much to destroy. We turned into Artful
Dodgers.
Between Chula Vista Del Mar and San Diego Erik left us one rest
period and returned an hour later and gestured us to follow him. We
follow. He led us to a railroad track and an abandoned hand-flatcar.
We got on and began pumping our way north, taking turns. It was
exhausting work and I was grateful when we ran out of track south of
San Diego.
We camped and M bantu left us. He returned, yanking a camel, two
zebras, and a buffalo after him, persuading them to cooperate in
animal language. No doubt stolen from the San Diego Zoo. We were
now mounted again. North to San Clemente (now a national shrine)
where Oz left us and returned slightly damaged with emphatic
gestures to follow him. We obey. He led us to a wharf and an empty
lifeboat. We rowed north up the coast. Exhausting work and murder
on the hands and ass. Thank heaven the leaky relic foundered off
Laguna (another tribute to the Wrecker) and we had to swim ashore,
me hauling Hic-Haec-Hoc in a cross-chest carry. He could breathe
water but the idiot had never learned to swim.
We stripped to let our clothes dry in the sun and lay down to rest,
with the exception of Twink, who took off to explore the sea. The last I
saw of Twink before I fell asleep was it soaring up out of the water
with a furious dolphin flopping away in its plasm. When I opened my
eyes again there was a majestic diva in a scarlet caftan standing over
us. Queenie.
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On way to kill it.
Knows you re here?
Hopefully, N.
That s why you can t talk?
Y. Or go near electronics.
Can help?
Y. Stay here and be conspicuous.
Always am.
Be more so now.
Decoy?
Y.
Hillel tramped out the sand-writing and Queenie sashayed off to be
hit on the head by a live skate dropped by Twink. You You thing!
Queenie cried. He didn t know how right he was. The beach was
littered with Twink s catches.
I felt it was my turn to promote some silent transport. I got into my
tutta and took off inland. When I returned two hours later they were
all up, dried out, dressed, and having a ball chattering with each other
on the sand. I madesuivez-moi gestures and they followed me to a
dilapidated airport where a huge sign in seven languages read: SEE
THE SIGHTS SLOW AND COMFY IN A IZVOZCHIK GLIGER. N
GUARANTEE. N LIABILITY. N REFUNDS.
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