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61380	Pohl, Frederik	The Five Hells of Orion			.txt	text/plain	11956	962	87	Hatcher, like McCray, was an Hatcher's principal task at this moment was to run the "probe team" A tinny little voice from the helmet of the space suit said sharply, Herrell McCray, this is _Jodrell Bank_ responding to your message, McCray took a deep breath and thought. suit's pararadio, millions of times faster than light, it took _hours_ McCray had no way of knowing just how hot it was going to get. benches and McCray, staring, thought briefly of many-armed blind giants The woman's voice was at such close range that McCray's suit radio made But another thought was in Hatcher's mind: Suppose McCray breathed a deep sigh and for one more time turned his mind away McCray didn't know they were Hatcher's people, of course. waiting for something, McCray thought; if indeed they were creatures McCray had not understood all of what Hatcher had tried to communicate Hatcher's people were creatures of thought.	./cache/61380.txt	./txt/61380.txt