Carmody flushed. "Tichnat's the one and you know it! But if he's not--if
you haven't run down the spy by tomorrow--you can accept my resignation.
I saw what they left of Proycon."
The door slammed behind him. Starza smiled at me. "What do you think,
Jake?"
"Tichnat. The second I got out of there, the thoughtcaster stopped."
"Doesn't mean a thing. They can beam through solid rock. Hundred-foot
radius."
"No exploitation," I mused.
"Fanatics," Starza said. "They'd impede the progress of man. Sacrifice
man's rightful place in the cosmos for the sake of--crawling things!
We'll fight them, Jake!"
Tichnat entered. He stood stiffly before Starza's desk, his antennae a
cheerful emerald.