He waved stubby fingers in a wide-sweeping gesture. It was only two inches cubed and nothing in itself, but it was connected through hyperspace with the great Galactic AC that served all mankind. It's you, Frank? What's the matter, boss? Are you sick? I'm old enough to be sick, but I'm on my feet. Talk to him? Is that all? I'll come to you for background information when necessary, but the essential thing, I think, is to talk to the boy.
What's blasphemous about it? Why shouldn't a flea consider the dog as something to be worshipped? It's the source of warmth, food, and all that's good for a flea. Milk alone is poor staff compared to it. You can be. Henderson looked at the other two out of the corners of his eyes.
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