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"Maybe it's not an important city," he mused, "but it seems big enough to
attract at least a few curious diggers."
"Mimmisompo's been grubbed, Flinx," his companion told him. "No one ever found
a thing. At least, nothing I ever heard of."
"What about all those fancy engravings and decorations on the buildings?"
"Simple relics and artifacts are throwaway items on Alaspin," Pocomchi
informed him. "This is a relic-rich world. Now if some of those worked
plates"-he gestured out the transparent skimmer dome at the walls sliding past
them-" were done in iridium, or even good old-fashioned industrial gold, you
wouldn't be looking at them now."
"But surely," Flinx persisted, "a metropolis of this size and state of
preservation ought to be worthy of someone's interest. I'd expect to see at
least one small survey party."
Pocomchi adjusted their course to avoid a towering golden obelisk. A broad
grin split his dark-
brown face. "I've told you, you don't know Alaspin. There're much more
important diggings to the north, along the coast. Compared to some of the
major temple-capitals, like Kommonsha and
Danville, Mimmisompo's a hick town."
"Stomped flat, sit on that, push it down and make it fat."
"What's he drooling about now?" Pocomchi asked, with a nod back to where Ab
squatted on all four legs.
Flinx looked back over the seat idly. Ab had been so quiet for the majority of
the journey that he had almost forgotten the alien's presence. But instead of
playing dumbly with all sixteen fingers, All appeared to be staring out the
dome at something receding behind the skimmer.
"What is it, Ab?" he asked gently. "Did you see something?"
As always, the alien's mind told him nothing. It was as empty as a
dozen-diameter orbit. Two blue eyes swiveled round to stare questioningly at
him. Two bands gestured animatedly, while the other two executed
incomprehensible idiot patterns in the air.
"Behind the mine the ground has stomped subutaneate residue lingers in the
reschedule. Found itself often comatose. If you would achieve anesthesia, take
two fresh eggs, beat well, and by and by up in the sky leptones like lemon
cream will..."
"Well?" Pocomchi asked.
Flinx thought, scratching the scaly snake head, which was curled now in the
hollow of his neck.
"It's hard to tell with Ab, but I think he did see something back there.
There's nothing wrong with his sensory input."
Even as he slowed the skimmer and brought it "c hover, Pocomchi considered. He
cocked a querulous eye at Flinx. "You willing to waste some time to check out
an idiot's information?"
"Why not," the youth responded, "since we're probably on an idiot's errand?"
"You're paying," Pocomchi replied noncommittally. The skimmer whined slightly
as its driver turned it around. Slowly they retraced their path.
"Whatever it is has to be on the starboard side now," Fiinx declared,
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carefully studying the landscape "That's the side Ab was looking out."
Pocomchi turned his attention to the ground on his right. In order to see
clearly past him, Flinx had to stand. His head almost bumped the top of the
transparent canopy. Jungle-encrusted ruins passed by on monolithic parade.
Several meters on, both men saw it simultaneously.
"Over there," Flinx said, "under the blue overhang."
Pocomchi angled closer to the walls, then cut the power. With the soft sigh of
circuits going to sleep, fm little vessel settled birdlike to the ground. A
few shards of rock and shattered masonry crunched beneath the skimmer's
weight.
A touch on another control caused the canopy to fold itself up and slide
neatly into the skimmer's roof behind them. In place of the steady hum of the
engine, Flinx now heard jungle and forest voices emerging in the silence. They
were cautious at first, uncertain. But soon various unseen creatures were
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