Alan Dean Foster by Flinx 03 Orphan Star

Author:Flinx 03, Orphan Star
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-08-11T19:08:39+00:00

On Evoria there dwelt a thranx Di-einf ccaled Tintonurac, who was universally famed for his brilliance - though of present, he wore the look of a happy idiot.

Of course, his insectoid face could not produce a human expression, but in the years since the Amalgamation humans had learned to read thranx expressions with the some facility their quasi-symbiotic insect associates had teamed to interpret mankind's.

No human or thranx noticed his expression at the moment, an expression alien to the face of the most acclaimed member of his Hive.

Head of his clan, he was a credit to his aunts and uncles, to his hive-mother and to his real parents, Tintonorac's particular wizardry lay in the ability to translate the concepts and schemes of others into reality-for he was o Master Fabricator, or precision engineer. Not only did his mechanical creations improve upon their originator's initial drawings, they were as attractive to look upon as they were supremely functional. Debate raged among his admirers as to whether their idol should more properly be considered o sculptor than an engineer.

Among his many products were a device which neatly dispatched a virulent human disease, an energy multiplex system for the hydroeleciric plants so prevalent on thranx worlds, and an improved fire-control system for the sometimes wild yet irresistible SCCAM weapons system that was the mainstay of the combined human-thranx peace-forcer fleet. There were still others, some more esoteric than believable, which only his magic could transform into working devices.

But none of his inventions was the cause of his giddily pleased expression in this eighth month of the tail end of the Season of High Pollen on Evorio. The source of his pleasure was a glistening object that he kept concealed in a drawer of his workbench. He was staring of if now, reveling in ifs message and its glory as he sat at work in the laboratory, his six assistants attending to business around hint. All were respected scientists and engineers in their own right. Of the group, four were thranx and two human. It was a measure of the admiration accorded Tintonurac that such people would volunteer to serve as his assistants, when they could easily have had laboratories and staffs of their own.

The Di-eint's mandibles moved in thranx laughter as he chuckled of a new thought. How curious a thing to occur to him! What might it be like to combine the two liquid metals in the flasks on his truhand's left with the catolyst solvent locked in its container across the room?

Acting as if half asleep, Tintonurac walked to the cabbinet and removed the solvent. Turning back to his lounge-seat, he discovered that the pleasure grew deeper and more profound as he pursued this course of action.

Dridenvopca was working with the human Cassidy, but not so intensely that he foiled to notice the Di-eint's actions. Distracted, he left his work to store as Tintonurac poured the syrupy contents of one flask info a second. Be'jeweled compound eyes glittered uncertainly when the contents of the overfull flask gushed the new mixture onto the bench, then to the floor.

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