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would have to be stolen。 I sighed and stretched my cramped muscles。 It had been a tiring day and my sleep during the hypnotic trance had been no sleep at all。 Tomorrow would be another day； the pace of pursuit should have died down。
Tomorrow and tomorrow were nothing but work。 I was a stainless steel rat gone to ground and there was much scuttling about to be done。 The city continued in its business around me； and I'm sure the search for me went on unabated although it never came near my cozy retreat。 I soldered and wired； stole food and other items of fort and luxury in an almost offhand way。 Cliaand seemed to have a very low level of crime because almost no precautions appeared to have been taken to prevent the sort of burglary I indulged in。 Either the criminal class had all been killed off or they now ran the government。 Which could very likely be the case。 My solitary period would end soon and I would abandon my passive role and indulge in the espionage that I had been sent here to do。
Leaving the city was far simpler than I had imagined。 By adroit loitering in the area of the checkpoint I saw that the military were in charge of the operation which appeared to proceed in a very simpleminded and military way。 A certain amount of saluting and ordering； examining of papers and rubber…stamping； a quick search and away。 I hoped it would work that easily for me。 To make the entire operation military I stole an army truck at dusk； stopping it by planting my robot in the road in front of it。 The truck vibrated to a stop and the driver put his head out and cursed fluently。 Most of the words had not been in my language lessons and I filed them for future use。 He seemed to be alone； which was a blessing。
〃And the same to you；〃 I told him。 〃That is no way to talk to civilians。 This is emergency。〃
〃What emergency？〃 Suspiciously。
〃This emergency。〃 Enthusiastically。
The needle slammed home in the side of his neck and he slumped。 I had also made a raid on a chemical supply house。 I pushed him aside； put on his uniform cap； ordered the robot into the back of the truck and returned to the warehouse for my wares。 They stowed neatly behind the crates of dehydrated meals； forms in triplicate； cans of boot polish and other essential military items in the truck。 Dressed in the soldier's red uniform； he dozing nicely in my green； I said good…by to the robot； my only friend on this inhospitable planet。 He answered nothing in return which did not hurt me。 I left。
My papers and identification were accepted with military taciturnity； examined and approved； and I was free。 I sped merrily out into the night and phase two of my plan。 Physically this involved a lot of rushing about； stealing various vehicles to confuse my trail； and a long trek through the central desert to a certain landmark。 This was a great lump of stone standing very much by itself in the sea of sand。 It was shaped very much like a pot and was called lonac in the Cliaand language。 Which means pot and gives you some idea of the great scope of their imagination。 The camouflage net covered the stolen groundcar； and I worked most industriously here for seven full days before I was satisfied with the results。 What I had built； with my own two little hands and the help of an excavation robot； was a pletely self…contained underground shelter no more than 100 meters from Pot rock。 This was the last and final bit of preparation for phase three。 That night I initiated this phase。 My little home…wired transmitter was tuned and ready to go； the antenna pointed straight up at the zenith。 Exactly at midnight I turned it on and the narrow； highly directional signal blasted up into space。 I kept it going for exactly thirty seconds； then shut it off。
That was that。 The die cast and the next move was up to Them。 Them being a Special Corps detachment that had arranged this phase。 Hopefully arranged it； I would know nothing positive until the following evening。 If the plan worked； and I chewed my lip a little over the if as I stowed the radio back into the car； my signal should have been received by themand only by them。 Narrow bandwidth and very directional。 Impossible to detect。 The Cliaandians should know nothing about it at all。 But great powers would have been set into motion。 Mighty puters puted and gigantic rockets fired。 A selected meteorite set into motion along with a collection of acpanying space debris。 Out in space beyond the Cliaand detectors。 But ing this way； aimed at the solitary rock of the Pot。 I had a day and a night to wait。
Knowing my attitude towards unproductive waiting I had arranged a little party for myself。 There was good food； or as good as I could get in preserved rations； and better drink since I had a far wider assortment to select from。 Wine with the meal and more potent distillates afterward。 For closers I lit a cigar and turned on the pocket…sized screen of the mini…projector and ran a couple of the feelthy…feely…films that I had bought at an army exchange。 Pretty crude stuff for the troops； though it looked pretty attractive to me in my desert nomad role。 Sleep lowered its gentle blanket； day followed night and then night again in its turn。 And as soon as it was dark I was out there with my field glasses quartering the sky。 Nothing。 It wasn't due for hours yet； but I was impatient。 The entire plan was beginning to sound absurd。 And I was feeling very much alone； trapped on this alien planet light years from civilization。 The mood was a depressing one。 I had a drink from my pocket flask。
If all were going well the great hunk of rock should be heading towards Cliaand on a collision course。 When it was detected by the defenses it should be considered as just another piece of spatial debris。 It would hit the atmosphere and burn。 If they were tracking it； on the off chance that it might be more than it appeared； this should reassure them。 The speed and temperature ruled out any living cargo。 It should also be a little difficult to follow because of the acpanying debris that would also be bouncing back radar signals。 The meteor would bum through the atmosphere and hit the desert with an impact enough to destroy anything living。 If there were an investigation it would be dilatory； and important things would happen before the investigators arrived。 I hoped。 It all sounded so good in theory and seemed such an absurd piece of madness in practice。
Very close to midnight a new star flickered and burned in the clear sky above and I sighed and put away the flask。 Right on time like a muter rocket。 The point grew brighter and brighter； then brighter still。 Aimed right at me。 I knew that puters and astronomers were goodbut not that good。 Was the thing going to e down right on top of me？
Not quite。 As I watched it appeared to drift to one side； accelerating as it went； while a great hissing roar like a heavenly steam kettle crackled through the air。 I jumped into the groundcar and kicked it to life as the burning bomb of light vanished behind the tower of the Pot to be followed instantly by a rolling explosion that lit the night air and outlined the Pot with fire。 I moved。
My headlights picked out a raw pit in the ground；