Chapter 621:

"Thomas Anason," Atul said solemnly, "Who speaks." He stretched out his hand to me, and when I shook hands severely, I learned that this ancient earth greeting has become one of these people. Holy sign. I also understand the meaning of the familiar phrase ""; this is a time-varying version of the name they often use-Thomas Anderson's name, my own son of the earth, and space explorer Amey Bower for centuries See his first sun.
Here is more, I can tell Wuzhensong and the people, but the writing of an old man grows tired.
Agree, the threat has been permanently resolved. They now know that "The Talker" still looks at the welfare of his people. The Nene is an ignorant person, and the two huge craters created by our atomic bomb will give them a stern reminder for many generations.
"You have done everything that needs to be done, John Hansen," Atul bowed his head gratefully. "Now you must get the gratitude of my people!" Before I couldn't protest, he signaled to the people guarding the four large entrances. As the thousands of feet marched straight through the wide aisle, my words were lost. .
When they all sat down, they were not speaking to them in a "sacred" language that I could understand, but in their own universal language. I stood by the boat, feeling like a fool, wondering what he was talking about. Finally, he turned to me and motioned me to join him. He stood on the edge of the compound. When I did this, everyone in that terrible auditorium stood up and bowed.
"They send you their sincere greetings," Atul said softly. "They are a simple person, and you have served them well. You are a person with many responsibilities and must take you away as soon as possible, but first you have to tell these people that you are their friend, because Thomas Anason Is their father's friend?
It was the second speech that day.
"Friends," I said, "I heard the voice of a great compatriot of mine, who has died for countless centuries, but lives in your heart. I am proud of the birth of the same star." The content is not much, but they still don't understand. Artur translated the book for them. I think he embroidered a little bit because of the long translation time.
"The people pay tribute to Thomas Annesen's successor," Atul whispered as the people paid tribute to the people in the auditorium. "Here, your reputation is second only to Him because you saved the person He calls yourself today."
We left as night fell, and when I rushed towards the wandering El Tak, Artur's singing and his brightly dressed companion were the last harsh piercings on my body. They are complimenting the praise of the earthling Thomas Anderson.
Therefore, my dear friend, you know the first person to bravely face the dangers of outer space. He did not leave a classic diary like that, nor did he go back to tell the miracle he discovered.
But he did use awkward methods. If the log supported by the log alone needs further proof, from now about 5 to 6 generations will be close enough to doubt whether he will visit. There is no doubt that they will find the adventurer there, and not only the memory of Thomas Anderson, but also the memory of the retired commander of the special patrol, John Hansen.
I don't want to show prejudice against scientists. I have no prejudice, but in many cases I have observed the role of scientific thinking in action, which I think is incomprehensible.
Indeed, some people have a scientific attitude. In an emergency, you can stand side by side with confidence. I was a junior officer in my youth, as early as the early days of the Special Patrol Bureau. I wrote a lot of books for this, and it was one of them.
Since I now think about it in a calm and fair way, which is typical for me, the young Hendrix is ​​the only one. There is a young man, let us see now. I remember his face is very good. He is one of those native, clever, and alert people, his name is Inverness! Carlos Inverness. Old John Hansen’s memory is not as tricky as some savvy young officers in these departments, so the newly appointed silver braid has not yet adapted to the cuff curve, which will convince people.
I met Inverness in the commander's front hall. The chief was bound in a long meeting, and the silver sleeves were mainly devoted to the development of new rules and regulations to confuse the personnel and officials of the department. El Tak personally placed the order.
"Commander, I'm glad to see you again at the base," he said in a clear, business-like way. "Hear some good reports about your work; please keep working hard!"
"Thank you, sir." I want to know what happened in the sky. Whenever a chief is free, he should be alert to wind and waves-this is an unexpectedly troublesome term on earth.
"Not at all, Commander, not at all. Now, let me introduce Carlos Inverness, a scientist you have undoubtedly heard."
I bowed and said nothing, but we shook hands following the trend of the earth, and Inverness smiled very humanely.
He said wisely enough: "I think the captain is busy keeping up with activities like mine."
I commented: "A commander" I especially emphasized the title to point out his terminology errors. "In special patrols, there are usually many things that can attract his attention." I want to know more than ever.
At the same time, the other two trapdoors were also opened. At the same time, the other two trapdoors were also opened.
"Yes," the chief said briskly. "If I am too brief, you will forgive me, Commander, but there are a large number of people waiting for my return.
"I have a special task for you; it can be relieved from routine patrols. I believe you have made special requests in the past. In addition to the routine work of the commander, do you need other tasks?"
He put me in the corner, I know, but I can't deny what he said, so I accepted it as gracefully as possible.
"Very well," the chief nodded, blinking in my eyes. "Here, Inverness is the head of a group of scientists dedicated to some kind of exploration. They are interested in the work of the council, and the council has asked the office to cooperate."
He glanced at me to make sure I understood. Of course I did it; when the Supreme Council asked for something, it was done.
"Very good, sir." I said. "What is your order?"
The chief shrugged.
"To put it simply, you have to cooperate with Inverness and its parties to assist them in every possible way, including using your ship to transport it and provide a considerable amount of equipment to its field of activity. The ship’s command Power still exists. Of course, this is done among you and your officers, but her crew will control Inverness and her team in all reasonable ways. Commander, is this clear?"
"Very good, sir." Nothing is clearer than this. I want to steer the boat, Inverness and his crew want to steer me. I can imagine how Corey, the co-pilot of my battle, will accept this news. This mental impression almost makes me laugh, disgusting like me.
"Of course, I will give you a written order before departure. I believe that's all. Good luck, Commander!" The chief stretched out his hand briefly, and then hurried back to another room where the silver sleeves were gathered together for the army. The chaos of the party made more rulings.
"From then on," Corey asked bitterly, "are we doing outings for civilians? We will personally carry out the next elderly lady's activities."
Hendricks roared: "Or send a police station," the poor demons refer to the poor demons, who oversaw the air passages of the densely populated world, and cruised along the same poor routes day after day. Never surpassed the edge zone. stratosphere.
"Maybe," suggested the cool-headed Kincaid, "it doesn't sound that bad. Sir, didn't you say that this Inverness is pretty good?"
I nodded.
"Very. You would hardly take him to be a scientist."
"Our destination-what?" Kincaid asked.
"I don't know. Inverness provided us with this information when he arrived. If he arrives on time, it will be very fast."
"Our destination," Corey said, "may be some muddy balls, the atmosphere is tricky, or they want to study some weird vegetation. I would rather-"
There was a sharp rap on the door of the navigation room, where we had gathered to participate in the informal war committee, but was interrupted.
The deputy police officer of the guard said: "Three civilians are in Port One, the main export port, sir." "One called his name: Carlos Inverness."
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