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and picked up the cleaver again。 Rush and improvise was the motto of this operation。
〃What is that？〃 I asked the cook； slipping the hat from his mouth for the moment。
〃The front door。 Someone there；〃 he said hoarsely； his eyes on the cleaver I held ready over his head。 I restored the gag and sidled to the swinging door on the far wall and evened it enough to peek through。
The dining room beyond was dark and empty。 The banging and 。ringing came from the entrance on the far side。 No one else had appeared to answer this noisy summons so I felt safe in assuming that the cock and I were alone for the moment。 Now to see what it was all about。 With the cleaver at the ready I went to the front entrance； slid back the bolt and opened the door a crack。
〃Whaddayawant？〃 I asked； aiming for the same rudimentary grammar and low accent voiced by the code。
〃Refrigerator service。 You called you got trouble。 What kind of trouble？〃
〃Big trouble！〃 My heart bounded with unexpected joy。 〃e in and bring biggest toolbox you got。〃
It was a fair sized toolbox and I let him in； closed the door behind； and tapped him smartly on the back of the head with the flat of the cleaver blade。 He folded nicely。 His uniform was a utilitarian dark green； a great improvement on wasp； white or garbage； my only choice up to this moment。 I stripped him quickly and tied him to a chair next to the cook where they miserated in silence with each other。 For the first time I was ahead of my pursuers。 With luck it would be some hours before my captives were discovered and connected with my flight。 I put the green uniform cm； prepared a large number of sandwiches； picked up the toolbox； tipped my uniform cap to the captives in the kitchen； and slipped out the front door。
A large riding robot was standing there； another toolbox hanging from one hand； humming quietly to itself。 Painted on its metallic chest was the same crest of the service pany that now adorned my own chest。
〃We travel in fort；〃 I said。 〃Take this。〃 I got my fingers out of the way just in time as it reached for the toolbox。
During my rapid trips through the city I had seen a number of these riding robots from a distance； but had never been close to one before。 There was a sort of saddle arrangement on their backs where the operator rode； but I hadn't the slightest idea of how to get into the seat。 Did the thing kneel to be mounted or drop down a ladder or what？ Cars and other robots were going by in this street and a squad of soldiers was approaching at a good clip。 I found myself sweating again。
〃I wish to leave。 Now。〃
Nothing happened。 Except that the soldiers were that much closer。 The robot stood as stolid as a statue。 There was no help here。 I didn't know if it was the orthodox manner or not； I had to do something； so I put one foot on the thing's hip socket； grabbed a riding light up near its shoulder blade and swarmed up its side。 Hidden motors hummed louder as it shifted balance to acmodate my added weight。 I slipped into the saddle just as the squad of soldiers trotted by。 They ignored me pletely。
The seat was fortable。 I had a good view； with my head at least three meters above the ground； and I hadn't the slightest idea what to do next。 Though leaving this vicinity would make fine openers。 A pact control panel was set into the top of the robot's head and I pressed the button labeled WALK。 I felt the grinding vibration of internal gears being engaged and it began to mark time in place。 A good beginning。 A rapid search found the button marked FORWARD。 It lurched ahead and broke into an easy trot。 I soon left the police and all the excitement behind。
A plan was needed。 I rode my mechanical mount through the heart of the city and considered my position。 One man against a world。 Very poetic and possibly disconcerting except for the fact that I had been in this position before while they had not。 All of the security arrangements meant that aliens were few and far between on Cliaand and always kept under close surveillance。 Perhaps they had never lost track of one before and this was sure to be a great annoyance。 Heads would roll。 Fine。 As long as one of them wasn't mine。 In a sense I had the advantage。 Other than my cover identity they knew nothing about me。 If I could lose myself in the depths of their depressing culture I would be impossible to find。 As long as I stayed submerged。 Positive action would e later。 Right now I had to save my valuable hide and plan for the future。
One of the city exits was ahead and an unusually large number of uniformed individuals were involved in examining and searching everyone attempting to leave。 A touch on the LEFT button started my mount down another street away from this danger。 When I wanted to leave the city I would。 That time had not yet arrived。
By mid afternoon I had a working knowledge of the layout of the city and was developing calluses on my bottom。 The robot was going slower and evidently in need of a recharge from some handy wall socket。 I needed a recharge from the sandwiches in the toolbox。 We both needed a rest。 And the chances were good that my prisoners had been found in the kitchen and that the new alarm was going out。 Using the more vacant side streets I worked the robot back to the manufacturing district that I had noted earlier and looked for a place to hole up。 I had seen some factories and warehouses with a distinctly deserted air that would fit my needs。
One did。 Cobwebs on the windows and rust on the hinges of the front door。 No one in sight and a lock that I could have opened in the dark with my fingernails。 The door creaked open； not a soul was in sight。 We slipped in and the bolt clicked behind us。 Security。 The place was deserted； dusty and for the most part empty。 A great ancient piece of machinery brooded in one er； as featureless and mysterious as a lost jungle idol； with sacrifices of discarded cartons about its feet。 Perfect。 I lunched； relaxed； searched the building； found an interior room with no windows； brought in the flashlight and a pencil from the toolbox and one of the sacrificial cartons。 Time for the next step。
Pencil in hand； the blank square before me illuminated by the light； I spoke aloud。
〃Now hear this。 Memory is about to begin。 The count will start at ten。 I will bee tired during the progression and by the time zero is reached I will be asleep。 The memory is keyed to the word 。 。 。 xanadu！〃
〃Ten；〃 I said； feeling fine。 Then 〃Nine〃 and I yawned。 By the time I hit five my eyelids were drooping and I have no memory at all of ever getting to zero。
Chapter 6
I awoke to find my fingers stiff； my arm cramped； my eyes sore。 And the great square of cardboard covered with a plex wiring diagram。 The subconscious is a fine place to hide things unknown to the conscious mind。 I not only had the diagram but suddenly realized that I now knew just how to use it。 The plan was a dazzlingly simple one and I was instantly jealous of whoever dreamed it up。 It also required a bit of time； a lot of electronic wiring and equipment。 All of which would have to be stolen。 I sighed and stretched my cramped muscles。 It had been a tiring day and my sleep during the hypnotic trance had been no sleep at all。 Tomorrow would be another day； the pace of pursuit should have died down。
Tomorrow and tomorrow were nothing but work。 I was a stainless steel rat gone to ground and there was much scuttling about to be done。 The city continued in its business around me； and I'm sure the search for me went on unabated although it never came near my cozy retreat。 I soldered and wired； stole food and other items of fort and luxury in an almost offhand way。 Cliaand seemed to have a very low level of crime because almost no precautions appeared to have been taken to prevent the sort of burglary I indulged in。 Either the criminal class had all been killed off or they now ran the government。 Which could very likely be the case。 My solitary period would end soon and I would abandon my passive role and indulge in the espionage that I had been sent here to do。
Leaving the city was far simpler than I had imagined。 By adroit loitering in the area of the checkpoint I saw that the military were in charge of the operation which appeared to proceed in a very simpleminded and military way。 A certain amount of saluting and ordering； examining of papers and rubber…stamping； a quick search and away。 I hoped it would work that easily for me。 To make the entire operation military I stole an army truck at dusk； stopping it by planting my robot in the road in front of it。 The truck vibrated to a stop and the driver put his head out and cursed fluently。 Most of the words had not been in my language lessons and I filed them for future use。 He seemed to be alone； which was a blessing。
〃And the same to you；〃 I told him。 〃That is no way to talk to civilians。 This is emergency。〃
〃What emergency？〃 Suspiciously。
〃This emergency。〃 Enthusiastically。
The needle slammed home in the side of his neck and he slumped。 I had also made a raid on a chemical supply house。 I pushed him aside； put on his uniform cap； ordered the robot into the back of the truck and returned to the war