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〃Is this religious symbol；〃 another asked； holding the photograph in his fingertips at arm's length。
〃It is a picture of my wife。〃
〃Only religious symbols permitted。〃
〃She is like an angel to me。〃
They puzzled over this one lot awhile； then reluctantly admitted the picture。 Not that I would be able to have anything as deadly as the original。 It was whisked away and a photographic copy returned。 Angelina seemed to be scowling in this print or perhaps that was only my imagination。
〃All at your personal items； identification and so on will be returned to you when you leave；〃 I was coldly informed。
〃While on Cliaand you will wear local dress and observe local customs。 Your personal items are there。〃 Three very utilitarian and ugly pieces of luggage were indicated。 〃Here is your identification card。〃 I grabbed at it； happy to be assured of my existence； still naked and beginning to get a chill。
〃What is in this locked case？〃 an inspector called out； a ring of expectancy in his voice like that of abound catching the scent。 They all stopped work and came over as the incriminating case was held out for my inspection。 Their expressions indicated that whatever answer I gave would be admission of crime to be followed by the death penalty。 I permitted myself to cringe back and roll my eyes。
〃Sirs； I have done nothing wrong 。 。 。〃 I cried。
〃What is it？〃
〃Military weapons〃
There were stifled cries and one of them looked around as though for a gun to execute me on the spot。 I stammered on。
〃But； sirs； you must understand。 These are the reason I came to your hospitable planet。 My firm； Fazzoletto…Mouchoir Ltd。； is an old and much respected manufacturer in the field of military electronics。 These are samples。 Some most delicate。 Only to be opened in the presence of an armament specialist。〃
〃I am armament specialist；〃 one of them said； stepping forward。 I had noted him earlier because of his bald head and a sinister scar that drew up one eye in a perpetual wink。
〃Please to meet you； sir。 I am Pas Ratunkowy。〃 He was unimpressed by my name and did not offer his。 〃If I can have my key ring I will open said case and display to you its contents。〃
A camera was swung into place to record the entire operation； before I was permitted to proceed。 I unlocked the case and flipped back the lid。 The armament specialist glared down at the various ponents in their padded niches。 I explained。
〃My firm is the originator and sole manufacturer of the memory line of proximity fuses。 No other line is as pact as ours； none as versatile。〃 I used tweezers to take a fuse from a holder。 It was no larger than a pinhead。 ' 〃This is the most minuscule； designed to be used in a weapon as small as a handgun。 Firing activates the fuse which will then detonate the charge in the slug when it es near a target of predetermined size。 This other fuse is the most intelligent； designed for use in heavy weapons or missiles。〃 They all leaned forward eagerly when I held up the wafer of the Mem…IV and pointed out its singular merits。
〃All solid state construction； capable of resisting incredible pressures； thousands of G's； massive shocks。 It can be preset to detonate only when approaching a specific target； or can be programmed externally and electronically at any time up to the moment of firing。 It contains discrimination circuits that will prevent explosion in the vicinity of friendly equipment。 It is indeed unique。〃
I replaced it carefully and closed the lid on the case。 A happy sigh swept through the spectators。 This was the kind of thing they really liked。 The armament specialist took up the case。 '
〃This will be returned to you when it is needed to demonstrate。 〃
Reluctantly； the examination drew to a close。 The fuses had been the highpoint of the search and nothing else could quite equal this。 They had some fun squeezing the tubes and emptying the jars in my toilet kit but their hearts were not really in it。 Finally tiring of this they bundled away all my goods and tossed me my new clothing。
〃Four and half minutes to dress；〃 an exiting inspector said。 〃Bring bags。〃
My garments were not what might be considered high fashion under any conditions。 Underwear and such were a drab utilitarian gray and manufactured from some substance that felt like a mixture of shredded machine shop waste and sandpaper。 I sighed and dressed。 The outer garment was a one…piece jumpsuit sort of thing that made me look like some giant form of wasp with its wide black and yellow bands。 Well； if that is what the well…dressed Cliaandian wore； that is what I would wear。 Not that I had much choice。 I picked up the two bags； their sharp handles instantly cutting into my palms； and left through the single open door。
〃Car；〃 a guard said outside； pointing to a driverless bubble…topped vehicle that stood nearby。 We were now in a large room； still decorated in the same prison gray。 The side door of the vehicle opened at my approach。
〃I will be pleased to take car；〃 I nodded and smiled。 〃But where shall I go〃
〃Car knows。 In。〃
Not the galaxy's most witty conversationalists。 I threw in my bags and sat down。 The door wheezed shut and the bank of lights on the robodriver lit up。 We started forward and a heavy portal swung open before us。 And another and another； each one thick enough to seal a bank vault。 After the last one we shot up into the open air and I winced at the impact of sunlight。 And looked on with great interest at the passing scene。
Cliaand； if this nameless city was any example； was a modernized； mechanized； and busy world。 Cars and heavy lorries filled the motorways； all apparently under robot control since they were evenly spaced and moved at impressive speeds。 Pedways were on both sides and crossed overhead。 There were stores； signs； crowds； uniforms。 Uniforms！ That single word does not convey the be…medaled and multicolored glories that surrounded roe。 Everyone wore a uniform of some sort with the different colors； I am sure； denoting the different branches and services。 None of them were striped yellow and black。 One more handicap placed in my way； but I shrugged it off。 When you are drowning who cares if a teacup of water is poured over your head。 Nothing about this piece of work was going to be easy。
My car darted out of the rushing traffic； dived down into another tunnel entrance and drew to a stop before an ornately decorated doorway。 The great golden letters Zlato…Zlato were inscribed over the entrance which； in Cliaandian； might be translated as luxury。 This was a pleasant change。 A beribboned； jeweled and elegant doorman rushed forward to open the door； then stopped and stamped away and his place was taken by a bullet…necked individual in a dark gray uniform。 Little silver crossed knife…and…battle…ax insignia were on both shoulders and his buttons were silver skulls。 Somehow； not very encouraging。
〃I am Pacov；〃 this depressing figure mumbled。 〃Your bodyguard。〃
〃A pleasure to meet you； sir； a real pleasure。〃
I climbed out； carrying my own bags it will be noted； and followed the grim back of my watchdog into the lobby of the hotel； whi