"Explosive. Has nitroglycerin in it. Rasmussen killed two pigs with it.
We can throw some at the Hog, if he's alive."
"He probably will be," I said. The riding was smoother and much quieter
than in the steam tractor. "Explain this about looking alike," I said.
"It's worried me since those emigrants boarded the Ap-GG-12C."
"Oh, that." Toal settled back on the saddle. She explained, "You and
Yuko look alike. I've heard that unrelated people throughout the
Explored Galaxy may look alike. They're called doubles. Even the Hog
is similar to real pigs. When Joe Nordo settled Planet Maggie, decided
everyone should be the same. Advertised for fifty years. Out of the
billions in the Explored Galaxy, selected three hundred colonists who
looked like him. Everyone on Maggie is descended from them."
"I see," I said, beginning to experience a new form of motion
disturbance--pentacycle sickness. "I suspected new genetic discoveries,
but it's only applied coincidence. If--"
Toal braked the pentacycle so quickly that I almost knocked her from
the saddle with my head. "Tractor tracks," she said. Toal dismounted
and studied the interlaced wheel marks on the damp road. "Must have
been Rasmussen," she decided. "He has the only one with twelve wheels."