_How could any race look so ferocious and yet be peaceful--and devise so nasty a weapon?_ I couldn't help listening to the big spaceman sitting alone at the corner table. He wasn't speaking to me--that was certain--nor was his flat, curiously uninflected voice directed at anyone else. With some surprise I realized that he was talking to himself. People don't do that nowadays. They're adjusted.…
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