Since they"d be basic machines, she"d probably have pretty basic reactions. Then it"s just a matter of--"
"You don"t have to blueprint it," Docchi cut in excitedly. "That would be fine for determining elementary reactions, but I can"t carry around a machine shop; it wouldn"t be practical. There ought to be one variable machine that would be portable and yet convey all meanings to her."
"An electronic oscillator?"
Acid waves washed at the sides of the tank as Anti stirred impatiently. "Will you two great brains work it out in the lab, please? And when you get through with that problem, you"ll have plenty more to keep you occupied until we get to the stars. Jordan and me, for instance. What future is there for a girl unless she can get married?"
"That"s right," Docchi said. "I"ve got an idea we can do better than normal doctors. Being accidentals ourselves, we won"t stop experimenting till we succeed. And we have hundreds of years to do it in."
Glowing, literally, with pleasure, he bent over for Jordan to climb on his back. Then he kissed Nona and headed for the laboratory.
Nona smiled and followed.
"There are some things you don"t need words or machines to express,"
Anti called out. "Keep that in mind, will you?"
She submerged contentedly in the acid bath. Above the dome, the stars gleamed a bright welcome to the little world that flashed through interstellar s.p.a.ce.
--F. L. WALLACE