"Delly," he called to his assistant. "Try 13. This may be what you want to get back to your own planet."
Delly Mortinbras nodded gratefully and cut in.
Cassal continued scanning. There was more to it than he imagined, though he was learning fast. It wasn't enough to have identification, money, and a destination. The right ship might come in with standing room only. Someone had to be "persuaded" that Godolph was a cozy little place, as good as any for an unscheduled stopover.
It wouldn't change appreciably during his lifetime. There were too many billions of stars. First he had to perfect it, isolated from dependence on the human element, and then there would come the installation. A slow process, even with Murra to help him.
Someday he would go back to Earth. He should be welcome. The information he was sending back to his former employers, Neuronics, Inc., would more than compensate them for the loss of Dirnanche.
Suddenly he was alert. A report had just come in.
Once upon a time, he thought tenderly, scanning the report, there was a Teddy bear that could reach to Kettikat. With claws -- but he didn't think they would be needed.
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