Epidemic Center Aralon
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They would all begin to ask themselves, "Who is this Perry Rhodan? Where is this world of Terra that menaces our ambitions?"
"One more minute to takeoff," announced Tiff matter-of-factly.
Rhodan's eyes returned to Thora's luminous face...
Then Pucky rose noisily from the couch where he had been sitting hunched in an unusual bog of silence. He slipped to the floor and waddled brusquely to the door, which opened automatically before him and slid to one side. "Hmph! I see I'm excess baggage around here," he twittered, accompanying his twit with a shrill whistle indicative of his displeasure. "I'd like to know who's going to rub my back when Bell's leave is over with." Having spoken his piece he gave Thora a reproachful look, hobbled into the passageway—and disappeared.
"Takeoff in 10 seconds!" said Tiff, too involved with his duty to spare any emotion for the small drama which had just taken place.
Rhodan nodded to Khrest and Thora. "Let's go. I think we should start thinking about what our report to the Robot should sound like."
EPIDEMIC CENTER: ARALON
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