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Beneath all the fellowship in the room there was the ineffable scent—or was it an unhealthy stink?—of roach smugness and ''je-m’en-foutisme''. Take them one at a time, each of the roaches were good bugs. You could match them against any insects in the galaxy. But put them in a room together, and they went a little stale. Life was too easy, too good, too fat. When he saw the tiger beetle strippers coming on, he knew it was time to leave. He thought of an old line of poetry from grammar school. “They little know of Nardan, who only Nardan know.” What the vart did that mean? he used to ask. Now he knew. <span class="par">¶</span> | Beneath all the fellowship in the room there was the ineffable scent—or was it an unhealthy stink?—of roach smugness and ''je-m’en-foutisme''. Take them one at a time, each of the roaches were good bugs. You could match them against any insects in the galaxy. But put them in a room together, and they went a little stale. Life was too easy, too good, too fat. When he saw the tiger beetle strippers coming on, he knew it was time to leave. He thought of an old line of poetry from grammar school. “They little know of Nardan, who only Nardan know.” What the vart did that mean? he used to ask. Now he knew. <span class="par">¶</span> | ||
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| + | <span class="par">¶</span> Vorak kissed her on the cheek. | ||
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| + | “Darling, you’re a genius.” | ||
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| + | “Well, of course I am, darling, but why?” | ||
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| + | “For discovering the solution.” | ||
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| + | “The solution to what?” | ||
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| + | “To the mystery. Well, half of it.” | ||
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| + | “Half of what solution? Darling, don’t be elliptical. You know that’s my prerogative.” | ||
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| + | “I’ll tell you in a minute,” said Vorak, under his breath, nodding to a passing lady. “Too many bugs in the hall. <span class="in">[...]</span>” <span class="par">¶</span> | ||
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«Mission Alpha: A World of Mung»
The explanation he’d given at the resulting court martial—“She sure looked eighteen to me”—had gone down as the worst defense in twenty thousand years of cockroach jurisprudence. The presiding bug laughed so hard he’d split his chitin three weeks prior to molting, which didn’t help Vorak’s case one bit. ¶
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Damn it, he had handled this all wrong! He had been too cavalier, too sure of himself! Vorak, the great roach hunter, the bug without fear! He should have done it by the book, with back-up, searchlights, the whole six legs. Instead he had charged in like a rookie, cocksure and shotcrazy, never thinking there might be a second tarantula. His stupidity had cost Orkan his life. He was responsible! ¶
«Mission Beta: A Lighter Shade of Rouge»
¶ Vorak inspected his image carefully in the mirror. He hadn’t worn Full Dress since graduation from the Academy. Forty-five years had passed — forty in the freeze can and five at Kolnap itself.
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Beneath all the fellowship in the room there was the ineffable scent—or was it an unhealthy stink?—of roach smugness and je-m’en-foutisme. Take them one at a time, each of the roaches were good bugs. You could match them against any insects in the galaxy. But put them in a room together, and they went a little stale. Life was too easy, too good, too fat. When he saw the tiger beetle strippers coming on, he knew it was time to leave. He thought of an old line of poetry from grammar school. “They little know of Nardan, who only Nardan know.” What the vart did that mean? he used to ask. Now he knew. ¶
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¶ Vorak kissed her on the cheek.
“Darling, you’re a genius.”
“Well, of course I am, darling, but why?”
“For discovering the solution.”
“The solution to what?”
“To the mystery. Well, half of it.”
“Half of what solution? Darling, don’t be elliptical. You know that’s my prerogative.”
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” said Vorak, under his breath, nodding to a passing lady. “Too many bugs in the hall. [...]” ¶
