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The Survivors
Dinosaur Planet II
by Anne McCaffrey
Copyright 1984
VERSION 1.2 (DEC 2002). Proofed and formatted by <Bibliophile>.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE.3
CHAPTER TWO..8
CHAPTER THREE.13
CHAPTER FOUR..27
CHAPTER FIVE.30
CHAPTER SIX..38
CHAPTER SEVEN..42
CHAPTER EIGHT..49
CHAPTER NINE.55
CHAPTER TEN..65
CHAPTER ELEVEN..71
CHAPTER TWELVE.74
CHAPTER THIRTEEN..76
CHAPTER FOURTEEN..79
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN..82
CHAPTER SIXTEEN..84
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN..88
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN..91
CHAPTER NINETEEN..93
CHAPTER TWENTY..97
CHAPTER ONE
Kai managed to part his eyelids to a narrow slit and saw the rock. He closed his eyes. There shouldn’t
be a rock. Especially a rock which could talk. For a sound, like his name, emanated from it. He seemed
to be in physical control of only the area around his eyes. Otherwise he could not so much as twitch a
finger. He tried to analyze his lack of sensation, reassured finally that he wouldn’t have been able to think
if he weren’t in his body. And managed to open his eyes slightly wider.
“Kkkkk ... aaaaah ... eeee!”
The sounds corresponded to those in his name but he hadn’t heard them uttered in such a fashion in a
long time. He struggled to think when. And became aware that he possessed neck, shoulders, and chest.
The paralysis was ebbing. Yes, he was aware that his chest was moving up and down normally, but the
air that his lungs drew in seemed stale and left a curious taste in the back of his throat.
With the return of his olfactory sense, Kai knew that he hadn’t been paralyzed. He’d been asleep.
“Kkkk ... aaaa ... eeee! Wuuuh ... aaaakkhhhuh!”
He forced his eyelids wider apart. The damned rock dominated his vision; it was now canted
dangerously over him. As he watched in unbelieving silence, the rock slowly extruded a rod which split
into three tentacles. With these, the rock grasped his shoulder gently but firmly, and administered a
shaking.
“Tor?” Kai’s tone was startlingly similar to the quality of sound the rock had issued. He cleared his
throat of a thick phlegm before he repeated the name.
“Tor? You’ve come?”
Tor made a grinding noise which Kai took as affirmative though he sensed a reprimand that he would
comment on the obvious. Kai groaned as memory returned. He hadn’t been just asleep: he’d been in
cold sleep. Tor had arrived in response to Kai’s emergency call.
“Reeee ... pppoooorrrtt.”
Kai watched as Tor’s rod placed on his chest a small gray oblong, its grill toward his mouth. He took a
deep breath because his mind was not yet clear enough to find the words he’d need to account for
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disturbing the Thek at its own investigation of the system’s outermost planet. His message had not been
ambiguous: “Mutiny! Urgent! Assistance Imperative!” But it was possible that the entire sequence had
not been transmitted before the heavyworlders smashed the communications panel.
“Dee ... taaa ... illlll.”
Kai felt the permaplas floor of the space shuttle sway as the rock that was named Tor settled beside
him.
“Ffffuuuulllll.” Tor added just as Kai opened his mouth.
Closing his mouth abruptly, Kai wished that Tor would give him a little more time to collect his thoughts.
After all, time was on the Thek’s side. But a full report in Thek terms still meant that his remarks must be
succinct and limited but not the terse phrases which, in Kai’s state of mental funk, would have been hard
to edit. He could also speak at a normal speed. Tor would later adjust the replay to Thek convenience.
“Rumor permeated Exploratory Unit that plantation of group intended. Heavyworld-personnel reverted
to barbaric omnivory. Forcefully restricted all other members in one building. Drove large terrified
herbivores toward building to effect our sudden deaths. Four Disciples effected timely release and
sheltered in space shuttle which was buried under large corpses. Made nocturnal escape. Settled in
natural cave unknown to the heavyworlders, pending assistance. After seven days, cold sleep logical
recourse. End report.”
“Reeeeesssstt.”
Kai felt a feather-light touch on his shoulder, hearing a hiss, then felt the coolness of one sprayshot, an
itch from a second. A curious warmth spread from his upper arm through his body with remarkable
speed.
Breathing became easier and, experimentally, he began to rotate his head and shoulders. His fingers
tingled. He moved them with increasing ease.
“Reeee ... essstt.”
Kai complied but the order was irksome. Granted, he had to assume that Tor knew more about the
cold-sleep routine but he felt clearheaded. Too clearheaded because he could remember in embarrassing
detail everything that had led up to the necessity of cold sleep.
How long had that sleep been? He opened his mouth to ask but he hadn’t quite the brashness to inquire
of a Thek how much time had elapsed between the sending of the emergency signal and Tor’s response.
One rarely asked Theks a question involving time since the long-lived silicon life-form counted in sidereal
years of their planet of origin, which generally amounted to centuries of more ephemeral species—such
as Kai’s.
His wrist! Tardma had taken such delight in breaking it when she and Paskutti burst into the pilot’s
compartment. Once they’d escaped from the mutineers, Lunzie had set the bones. Kai wriggled the
fingers of his left hand experimentally. Wrist bones could take about six weeks to heal. He rotated his
wrist. It was stiff but no more so than his right. Six weeks? Or more?
However long, it gave him some satisfaction to realize that the mutineers had not found the space shuttle.
He smiled as he thought of the frustration that the loss would have caused Paskutti! The mutineers would
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have searched as long as they had one operative lift belt. The mutineers—Paskutti, Tardma, Tanegli,
Divisti ... Kai paused before adding Berru and Bakkun to that infamous roster. He couldn’t understand
their reason for participating in a mutiny; particularly one generated on the flimsiest of pretexts.
He rolled his head cautiously to the left, toward the row of sleeping figures: the remnants of his team of
geologists and Varian’s xenobiologists. Varian had a lovely profile. Beyond his co-leader was Lunzie, the
medic, and Kai could just make out in the gloom the long sturdy figure of Triv. The four Disciples had
been the last to go into cold sleep.
A series of curious deep mumbles made Kai turn his head to the right, toward the small pilot
compartment of the space shuttle. Kai had seen one or two Thek extremities in evidence before, but Tor
seemed to have lengths of itself draped in, under, behind, over, and through places in the shuttle’s
structure that Kai could not himself see. He blinked to relax his eyes. When he looked again, most of Tor
was again within the creature.
That show of quick motion from a member of a species notorious for its imponderable silences,
decades-long contemplation’s, and brevity of speech stunned Kai.
“Daaammaaggggedddd.”
In that one word the Thek managed to convey to Kai that not only was the damage extensive but also
Tor could not effect repairs, a condition which annoyed the creature. Kai marveled then that Portegin’s
contrived beacon had managed to lead Tor to the shuttle.
“Exploration Vessel returned?” Kai asked after long consideration. It was a rather vain hope that the
Exploration Vessel which had deposited the three separate units in-system was on its way to collect
them.
“Nnnnoooo.” Tor’s response was neutral. Certainly the non reappearance caused it no concern.
Kai sighed with resignation and found himself wondering if, out of all impossibilities, Gaber had been
right: their little group had been planted. Gaber certainly was, since he’d been killed at the outset of
mutiny. But the third group, the avian Ryxi who planned to colonize their planet, surely they must have
wondered at the silence from the Iretan group? Immediately Kai was reminded that in his last contact
with the Ryxi’s temperamental leader, the creature had flown into a rage at Kai’s innocent disclosure that
Ireta had an intelligent winged species. But the Ryxi colony ship would have been piloted by another
species, probably humanoid. Surely ... “Ryxi?” asked Kai hopefully.
A long silence ensued while Tor sent a single tentacle into the control console. Such a long silence that
Kai was nerving himself to repeat the question, thinking Tor had not heard him.
“Nnnooo connntaaaact.”
The inference was plain to Kai: the Thek did not care to keep in touch with the highly excitable, and by
Thek standards, irresponsible winged sentients.
Kai was relieved. It was embarrassing enough to call the Thek for aid, but to have to apply to the Ryxi
would result in considerably more humiliation. The Ryxi would thoroughly enjoy spreading such a grand
joke throughout the universe at the expense of all wingless species.
Kai could move his head and neck easily now, and checked the line of his sleeping companions.
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Varian’s hand lay where it had fallen from his in the relaxation of sleep. Tor had placed a dim light
somewhere in the shuttle, probably for Kai’s reassurance since the Thek did not require light to see. Kai
touched Varian’s hand, still cold and rigid in the thrall of cryogenic sleep. He watched, holding his own
breath, until he saw the slight rise and fall of her diaphragm in its much reduced life-rhythm. Then he
relaxed, exhaling.
He turned back to Tor but sensed its complete withdrawal: it had become a large smooth rock, flattened
on the bottom to conform to the deck, extruding not so much as a lump, bump, or pseudopod. This was
the Thek contemplative state and Kai knew better than to interrupt it.
He lay there until his nose began to itch. He stifled a sneeze with a finger under his nose, and then felt
foolish. A sneeze couldn’t rouse a Thek. Much less the sleepers. That desire to sneeze was the prelude
to a growing twitchy restlessness in Kai which he recognized as the result of the stimulants Tor had
injected. The Thek had not said that he couldn’t move: it had only said to rest. Surely he had done
enough of that.
Kai began the muscle toning Discipline and, although he worked up a fine sweat, he soon realized that
cold sleep had done him no discernible harm. Even the healed wrist responded perfectly. The plaskin
Lunzie had used to set the break had long since flaked away. That meant they’d been asleep at least four
or five months.
He looked at his wrist chronometer, but the device was blank. Even ‘long-life’ battery tabs wear out.
How long ago?
Exercise produced another effect and Kai, rising carefully, found his way through the cold-sleep mist that
shrouded the shuttle to the toilet. Returning, he checked each of the sleepers, observing the curious
transformation sleep worked on faces. Bonnard, for instance, in the middle of his second decade, looked
more adult than Dimenon, twice the boy’s age. Portegin looked as if he still worried about the
effectiveness of the beacon he had contrived. Lunzie, the pragmatic medic, was smiling, a rare sight while
she was awake, and her face had assumed a gentleness at odds with her ascorbic temperament. She’d
admitted to having undergone sleep suspension before: her records had listed her chronological age but
there had always been that detachment about Lunzie that struck Kai as bemused tolerance: as if she’d
already seen most of what the universe had to offer and wouldn’t spare the energy to be excited by
anything anymore.
Triv, the other team member trained in Discipline, had a forbidding expression in sleep, a surprising
strength in mouth, jawline and brow that had not been so apparent as the man went quietly about his
normal duties.
Since Tor was still motionless, Kai sat down by Varian, feeling companionship even with her sleeping
self. She was beautiful. Then he noticed that one side of her face slanted down, the other more or less up,
leaving one eyebrow higher than the other, as if the cold sleep had surprised her. Suddenly he wanted
very much to have the cheerfulness of her conscious company. Who knew how long Tor would remain
an uncommunicative lump? He needed someone he could talk to, before his perspective was warped by
self-accusative reflection in the gloomy silence. Varian was co-leader: she should have been revived as a
matter of course. Kai then realized that he ought to be relieved that Tor had been able to single him out.
If the Thek had revived, say, Aulia, she would have gone into hysterics just being close to a Thek—and
then convulsions when she realized that she’d been put in cryogenic suspension without being consulted!
As a geologist, Aulia was very good, but she failed in areas of personal adjustments.
Kai looked about the dimly lit area for the revival kit and saw it in the dust just beyond the clean outline
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where he had slept. Dust? The shuttle had not, of course, been sealed completely—cold sleepers still
need air—but for dust of any depth to have settled ...
The sprays in the box were clearly marked for precedence, color-coded as well. Calibrations on the
cylinders listed dosages according to body weight. Instructions on the first cylinder advised Kai to wait
until the sleeper had shown definite signs of revival before stimulants were injected.
Kai carefully released the appropriate dose into Varian’s arm and waited, trying to remember his own
progress from cold sleep to consciousness. Her sleeping face exhibited no reassuring change. Maybe he
hadn’t administered enough. He checked the dose and wondered if he’d been mistaken about her body
weight. He was hesitating over a second small spray when he saw her eyelids flutter. Only then did he
realize that she was respiring at a normal rate.
“Varian?” He leaned over, touching her shoulder and smiling at the effort she made to unglue her eyes.
An old tale popped into his head and, so prompted, he kissed her cool lips gently.
“Kkkkaaaaaiiiiii?” Her eyes opened fully and then the lids drooped back but the left corner of her mouth
lifted in appreciation.
“Just relax, Varian. You’ll be in working order shortly.”
“Hhhhooooowww?” The word trembled out as an aspirated whisper.
“Tor came. Don’t ask more questions, dear heart. Give the reviver a chance to penetrate. I’m right here.
Everything is unchanged!”
“Nnughhh!” The groan came from her belly and made Kai laugh at the disgust vibrant in her protest.
“Well, a Thek bestirred itself on our behalf. It’s got a full report. I taped it,” he explained quickly as he
saw Varian’s astonishment. “It is apparently thinking my words over.” Kai gestured to the silent rock.
“Don’t move yet,” he cautioned Varian as he saw her neck tendons strain against the long immobility. “I
guess I can give you the stimulants now, but don’t bounce. Oh, and your shoulder’s healed,” he added as
he gave her the second set of shots. Paskutti had shattered Varian’s left shoulder just before Tardma had
snapped his wrist.
Varian’s fully functional eyebrows registered pleased amazement, immediately followed by a frown of
thoughtful concern.
“No, I haven’t a clue how long we’ve slept, Varian.” Paskutti damaged the shuttle’s chronometer. It’s
just above the comunit, remember.”
Varian rolled her eyes in frustration and began to clear her throat.
“Make haste slowly,” he cautioned her, hand on her shoulder. “Or should I revive Lunzie? ...”
Varian shook her head, working her tongue around her mouth as the tissues began to moisten. “Leaders
first ... and last ...” Her voice sounded as disused as his had, and he repressed a smile.
“If your fingers and toes are beginning to tingle, try the small-muscle exercises of Discipline. They’ll help
circulation and toning.”
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Varian took a deep breath and closed her eyes to concentrate.
“I don’t know what Tor’s contemplating, Varian,” Kai went on, “but it can’t repair the comunit. It
doesn’t indicate whether it received our message or realized we weren’t communicating on schedule. The
ARCT-10 hasn’t been in touch but Tor doesn’t appear concerned. I can’t tell whether that’s due to
normal Thek indifference or not.” Then Kai laughed. “There’s been no contact with the Ryxi.”
Varian’s chuckle sounded completely normal and he grinned down at her. Her eyes were twinkling with
laughter.
“In old tapes,” she said, chewing her words out of her mouth slowly, on my planet, sleeping beauty is
wakened by a noble’s kiss after a hundred years. Sweet way to wake up.
She raised her hand and touched his mouth with her fingers.
“And I’d give anything to know if it was a hundred years!” Kai replied, taking her fingers in his hand and
kissing them in what he considered an appropriate fashion. He continued to hold onto her hand as a
thought came to him. “We might have one quick way of finding out. Step out of this cave and let the
golden fliers have a good look at us. If the giffs react, we can’t have slept that long.”
“Don’t know the life span of giffs.”
Kai shot a glance at the quiescent Thek. “I experience an earnest desire to be recognized by something
that remembers me,” and he prodded his chest with a fist, “besides that rock!”
“Hundred years’d mean no mutineers on watch.”
“Point well taken. Even the freshest of their power packs wouldn’t last more than two years. I’d also
guess they’d stay at that secondary camp since they’d already stocked it last rest day ...”
“Last rest day?” Varian regarded him with an amusement tinged with disbelief. “How long ago was last
rest day?”
“Subjective? Or objective time elapsed?” he asked in reply and grinned to take the sting out of the
notion.
“Good question.” Varian could enunciate more clearly now. She began to flex her arms and knees.
“Hey, my shoulder knit perfectly!” She rose, muttering under her breath as her rebelling muscles made
the effort graceless. “Things seem to be all in working order,” she added as she headed for the toilet.
While she was gone, Kai stared at Tor. Then he walked around the Thek, looking for the recorder.
Irreverently he wondered if the Thek was sitting on it, had ingested it, or perhaps created a heat-resistant
pouch in which it could keep bits and pieces of fragile alien manufacture.
“It’s going to stay like that for days,” Varian said in disgust as she joined Kai. “C’mon. I want to see
what’s been happening outside. And I want something to drink to take the dust out of my mouth—and to
put some unprocessed food in my poor shrunken stomach.”
She gave him a malicious wink, knowing that the ship-bred Kai never noticed the after taste of
processed food as she invariably did.
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They opened the exit iris of the shuttle just enough to squeeze through without diluting the cold-sleep gas
significantly. But the atmosphere outside the space shuttle was like a hot smack in the face with a moist
stinking cloth.
Varian let out a surprised grunt, then began to inhale deeply to adjust to the shocking change of
temperature. At first Kai thought they must have emerged during the planet’s night but, as his eyes grew
accustomed to the dimness, he realized that the opening of the cave was covered with thick green foliage.
There was a break where the Thek had pushed its vehicle through. The cone-shaped carrier was resting
a few meters from the shuttle’s entrance.
“Where are the power units?” Varian called as the two were drawn to examine the strange craft. “It’s
the same shape Tor is, only larger.” She gestured with her hands in surprise, then reached out to touch
the dull metal of the rounded stern. She pulled her hand back. “Wow, heat’s radiating from it.”
Kai was at the bow of the Thek vehicle, inspecting the scored heavy plasshield which was half-open on
its pivots. He looked inside, trying to deduce the purpose of various odd protuberances and cavities on
the metallic rim of the nose section.
“Only a Thek could pilot the damned thing with a nearly blind shield!” She turned away, indifferent to the
mysteries of Thek navigation. “Now these,” she said, catching a vine and testing its strength by hanging
her weight from it, feet off the floor, “are enough to feed us for weeks if that’s all we want.”
Before Kai could stop her, Varian took a running start and, holding tightly to the vine, swung out beyond
the cave mouth.
“Wheeeee!”
“Varian!” Kai rushed forward, catching her on the swing back, holding tightly to her hips. He’d a
moment’s horrific vision of the vine’s parting, dropping her into the sea, meters below, to certain death.
“Sorry, Kai,” she said in a tone that wasn’t apologetic. “I couldn’t resist the urge. Used to do a lot of
vine-swinging as a kid on Fomalhaut.” Then she relented as she realized her exuberance had scared him.
“Irresponsible behavior when I’m not quite fit but—and she grinned at him mischievously”—there’s
something about contact with a Thek which makes me behave ...”
“Childish?” Kai’s panic had subsided and he realized that he, too, had overreacted.
“Yes, childish. Say, have you ever seen a Thek child, young, cub, pup, fledgling ... or maybe you’d call it
a pebble?”
Varian’s laughter was contagious at any time and, despite his frustrations and worries, Kai laughed too,
hugging her to him in wordless appreciation of her ability to find any amusement in their circumstances.
“There! That’s better, Kai,” she said, rubbing her nose against his. “I equate Thek with gloom and
doom.” Abruptly she released herself and grabbed a vine. “You know, there’s something odd about such
vines growing on a giff’s cliff. You don’t suppose our presence here ...”
In another abrupt movement, Varian held onto the vine and leaned out of the cave mouth, peering up at
the sky and to her right.
“No, there’re still giffs above us,” she said, swinging in again. She allowed the momentum of the vine to
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carry her back out, looking to the left this time. “But this is the only cliff covered in vines. I’m sure it was
barren rock when we wedged the shuttle in here.” She made a third excursion, grinning as she released
the vine on its inward sway, and landed back at his side. “A fruit-bearing vine, too.” She reached down
to her boot and whistled in shrill triumph, removing the slim blade lodged there. “Too frail, like us, to
pierce a heavyworlder’s hide but, praise Krim, they left ’em for us. I’m going to cut us juicy, fresh fruit
for breakfast. Or whatever meal it is.”
Before Kai could protest, she had put the knife between her teeth and was pulling herself up a vine, out
of sight. He was testing the strength of another thick tendril when her cheerful voice advised him to look
up. Instinctively he caught the object launched at him.
“Here comes another. And it’s dead ripe so don’t squeeze hard.”
“Varian.” His fingers did exert too much pressure on the melon and the succulent sweet odor made his
mouth water.
“I could eat these all by myself, Kai, so here’s another one for you.” Varian dropped to the cave floor.
“We shouldn’t eat too much at first,” Kai said. He sank down beside her as she sliced a segment off and
offered it to him on her knife point.
“Quite likely,” she said, slicing a second piece, for herself. She murmured with delight as she bit the soft
green fruit. “Go ahead. Eat!” she urged, juice dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
“The things I do for the EEC,” Kai said, pretending horror at having to eat unprocessed food. As the
first sweetness dissolved in his dry mouth, Kai was willing to admit, privately, that natural food was
undeniably juicier than processed.
They both ate slowly, chewing thoroughly.
“I suspect root vegetables would have been wiser in terms of protein content but fruit sugar raises blood
levels,” Varian remarked thoughtfully. “Oh, but this is good. What I don’t understand,” she went on
gesturing with her half-eaten slice, “is how those vines grew here. Granted,” and she raised the slice to
forestall Kai, “we don’t know how long we’ve slept, and growth on Ireta is explosive. But the other cliffs
are still clear. The giffs’ main diet is fish and Rift grass. These vines aren’t from the Rift, and this section
of cliff looks more like forest than palisade. The vines grow right down to the water.”
“Strangely selective, I agree. Did you see much of the giffs on your swings?”
“Some, circling high. I don’t think they saw me if that’s what you’re wondering. It’s early
morningish—hazy, overcast. Couldn’t see their food place from this angle but I’d guess that the morning
fishers are about their labors.”
“We will wait,” said Kai with careful authority, “until they have fed before we put in an appearance.”
“Ah, you remember my lecture about disturbing feeding animals!”
“Not that much subjective time has passed, Varian!”
He grinned as she automatically twisted her wrist to glance at her unregistering chronometer.
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Varian’s eyes flicked toward the dim bulk of the shuttle. “Should we wake Lunzie or Triv?”
“I see no reason to until Tor has come to some conclusions.”
“Or favors us with an accurate reading of elapsed time. That’s what I’d like to know!” Varian was
almost angry. “Why, if it weren’t for the vines over the cave and the dead batteries we could just have
overslept.” A shudder seized her shoulders and shook her slender frame.
“The notion is leveling, isn’t it,” Kai said, understanding her mood perfectly. “The universe has gone by
without noticing that we have faltered.”
Even to himself he sounded as pompous as Gaber and he quickly took a bit of melon to hide his
embarrassment.
“Yes, that grits at me,” she said. “We have such a brief time”—she gestured to the shuttle, and the
brooding Thek inside—“in which to make a mark of any sort, to achieve some merit. I know I want to
leave some sign that I tried! Krim erase those misguided, misbegotten, mutineers.”
“I’d hate to think we were the sign of their achievement!”
Varian jumped to her feet and launched the rind of melon past the vine screen. They heard a faint plop
as it hit the water below. “No, by Krim! We’ll have something of our own to report out of this mess, and
I don’t care how long we have to sleep to do it. Some EEC vessel is going to strip that beacon. And
when it does, it’ll come streaming into orbit to tap Ireta’s wealth! And I’ll be here!”
CHAPTER TWO
They did not wish to dilute the sleep mist by unnecessary trips into the shuttle or to disturb the Thek until
it was ready to communicate. So they settled themselves near the entrance to the cave. One of the short
hard showers which dominated Ireta’s tropical weather sent the vines rattling and twisting into the cave.
“You know something, Kai?” said Varian after a long companionable silence. “I can smell that wind.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, I don’t smell Ireta any longer. I smell other things, like rotting fish and decaying fruit and
something else that smells worse than Ireta used to when we first landed.”
Kai inhaled tentatively. “You’re right!”
Neither of them was enthusiastic since the basic odor of Ireta was hydrotelluride. They had once had
nose filters to neutralize the smell.
“I suppose,” Varian said resignedly, “that it’s better to get accustomed to the overriding stench of a
place so you can smell other things, but somehow ...”
“I know. Anything but hydrotelluride. On the positive side, Lunzie did say that one’s olfactory sense can
be ...” Kai hunted for the appropriate word.
“Reconditioned.” Absent mindedly Varian suggested a word but she was already bent forward, toward
the cave opening, sniffing deeply. Then she turned, sniffed again toward the interior. “Part of the new
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