Tlokine whispered, "It did not bother me. I was too far away. But
when I saw Black Randolph and Althaya bend over, clutching at their
stomachs--what was it, Grim?"
"High pressure waves, that hit anything in their path with terrific
impact. It's sound, but not sound as we generally think of it. After
the first wave a section of air follows, acts as suction. Repeated high
pressure and suction waves--well, they rip out tissues and smash blood
vessels."
Jasper Jones looked at him. He licked his lips with a dry tongue. He
wavered, "This is the end of my experiments, then? I can't go on.
You'll make your report and--"
"I'll report a natural phenomena. Build sound dams, old timer. After
all, it's a pretty destructive thing you've built. If Tlokine hadn't
been a good distance from that speaker, she'd be as Althaya and Black
Randolph are. And speaking of Althaya--how did she know when the Change
would come?"
Jones said, "I operated on her while she was in the amnesiac hospital.
She was a violent case. Brain surgery helped her. I put in a thin slip
of metal foil. Later I discovered that the foil caught the subsonic
rhythm of the machine as it warmed. Its vibrations told her what was
coming."
"Good enough. Give half the planet to the amnesiac men and women. Let
Tlokine rule them. Keep half the planet for your own experiments."
Jasper Jones grinned slyly, "I'm an old man. My planet needs new blood.
Tlokine as queen would need a king."
"I've been thinking the same thing myself," chuckled Grim, watching
Tlokine flush red. "After I make my report I'll be back." He bent and
lifted the girl in his arms. "We're going to talk over the future,
Jasper. I'll let you know what Tlokine thinks of the idea."
Jasper Jones grinned. The white arms around Grim's neck and the red
lips pressed to his gave the old man his answer. He sighed. It would
be nice, having toddlers around the place. There was so much he could
teach them about sound.
Jasper Jones sat down and began to plot his space-dams.