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degree of learned mental poise and errorless memory chains. So for the present it must be our task alone
to glean from the Martians their astounding mental skills. Of course, some day in the future, when we
have discovered how to armor the minds of the Martians
Sure, I know, the President said hastily. Shouldn t have mentioned it, Jorj.
Conversation ceased. They waited with growing tension for the great violet flames to bloom from the
base of the silvery shaft.
Meanwhile the question tape, like a New Year s streamer tossed out a high window into the night, sped
on its dark way along spinning rollers. Curling with an intricate aimlessness curiously like that of such a
streamer, it tantalized the silvery fingers of a thousand relays, saucily evaded the glances of ten thousand
electric eyes, impishly darted down a narrow black alleyway of memory banks, and, reaching the center
of the cube, suddenly emerged into a small room where a suave fat man in shorts sat drinking beer.
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He flipped the tape over to him with practiced finger, eyeing it as a stockbroker might have studied a
ticker tape. He read the first question, closed his eyes and frowned for five seconds. .Then with the
staccato self-confidence of a hack writer, he began to tape out the answer.
For many minutes the only sounds were the rustle of the paper ribbon and the click of the taper, except
for the seconds the fat man took to close his eyes, or to drink beer. Once, too, he lifted a phone, asked a
concise question, waited half a minute, listened to an answer, then went back to the grind.
Until he came to Section Five, Question Four. That time he did his thinking with his eyes open.
The question was: Does Maizie stand for Maelzel?
He sat for a while slowly scratching his thigh. His loose, persuasive lips tightened, without closing, into
the shape of a snarl.
Suddenly he began to tape again.
Maizie does not stand for Maelzel. Maizie stands for amazing, humorously given the form of a girl s
name. Section Six, Answer
One: The mid-term election viewcasts should be spaced as fol-lows&
But his lips didn t lose the shape of a snarl.
Five hundred miles above the ionosphere, the Mars rocket cut off its fuel and slumped gratefully into an
orbit that would carry it effortlessly around the world at that altitude. The pilot unstrapped himself and
stretched, but he didn t look out the viewport at the dried-mud disk that was Earth, cloaked in its ha/e of
blue sky. He knew he had two maddening months ahead of him in which to do little more than that.
Instead, he unstrapped Sappho.
Used to free fall from two previous experiences, and loving it, the fluffy little cat was soon bounding
about the cabin in curves and gyrations that would have made her the envy of all back-alley and parlor
felines on the planet below. A miracle cat in the dream world of free fall. For a long time she played
with a string that the man would toss out lazily. Sometimes she caught the string on the fly, sometimes
she swam for it frantically.
After a while the man grew bored with the game. He unlocked a drawer and began to study the details of
the wisdom he would discover on Mars this trip priceless spiritual insights that would be balm to a war-
battered mankind.
The cat carefully selected a spot three feet off the floor, curled up on the air, and went to sleep.
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Jorj Helmuth snipped the emerging answer tape into sections and handed each to the appropriate man.
Most of them carefully tucked theirs away with little more than a glance, but the Secretary of Space
puzzled over his.
Who the devil would Maelzel be? he asked.
A remote look came into the eyes of the Secretary of Space. Edgar Allan Poe, he said frowningly, with
eyes half closed.
The grizzled general snapped his fingers. Sure! Maelzel s chess player. Read it when I was a kid.
About an automaton that played chess. Poe proved it had a man inside it.
The Secretary of Space frowned. Now what s the point in a fool question like that?
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