desire to know about the significance of chirality in organic molecules.
Across the table the man from the State Department did seem interested. He frowned and lifted one finger to signal he wanted to say something-it was as close as he ever came to raising his hand. 'There would be serious international repercussions if we let them die,' he pointed out. 'Are you saying there isn't anything you can do?'
Dr. ben Jayya gave him a frosty look. 'Of course I am not saying this. We have begun many lines of research. For instance, Dr. App-ley has taken cell samples from each of the extraterrestrials. If we could grow the cells in sufficient quantity in a nutrient solution we might be able to feed these-creatures-on cells from their own bodies. There is, after all, one thing every animal can digest, and that is its own flesh. But we're having a difficult time finding the proper nutrients.'
'And if that fails?'
Ben Jayya frowned. 'But that is only one line of research, as I have just said! In addition we are making genetic studies. There is the possibility that we can immunize certain kinds of food animals against proteins from the aliens themselves, in which case the aliens might be capable of assimilating the meat from, let us say, a hamster or rabbit which has been made compatible-'
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'I don't think,' the State Department man said severely, 'that that's good enough, Dr., ah, ben Jayya. They must be kept alive.'
The biochemist shrugged. 'Of course,' he said, looking at Daisy Fennell, 'there is also the fact that there are additional stores of food on the Starlab orbiter. The subject called Dopey has urged that a spacecraft be launched to obtain them-'
'That's being looked into,' Daisy said quickly.
'-but even that, you must understand, is only an interim solution, while our researches must ultimately-'
But he didn't get a chance to finish saying what his researches must ultimately do. The door opened and the deputy director came in, quietly, but changing the climate of the room.
Everyone perked up. 'Sorry I'm late. Hope I'm not interrupting,' he apologized, knowing that he was, 'but I think now it's time we gave everybody a look at the gadget we took out of our friends.'
So that was what Harold Ott was doing in the room. The man was already on his feet, politely elbowing Daisy Fennell out of the way to get at the master controls. As he touched the keypad the room lights darkened and the projectors of a 3-D system arose from the tabletop. There was a brief polychromatic haze over the middle of the table, then it cleared and turned into an image of something that looked like a copper-covered almond, slowly rotating as they watched.
'I thought of bringing one of the actual gadgets in for you to look at,' Marcus Pell said chattily, 'but we're really not supposed to take them out of the secure lab.'
One of the men raised a hand. 'That's pretty big to go in somebody's head,' he said doubtfully.
'It's enlarged so we can see it better,' Pell explained. 'The actual object is only a little over two centimeters long. It's a bug, all right, and we've got three of them, That's half the world's supply.'
'Where's the other half?' the man asked.
'Scattered, I'm afraid. There's one in General Delasquez's head, and he's back in Florida. There's another in the Chinese pilot-not the one that just came back, the other one. We don't know where he is-somewhere in China, anyway. And there's the one the Ukrainians took out of the dead Dr. Artzybachova and they let get stolen. That one we're trying to locate; we have some leads.'
The general said testily, 'The people who stole it, they're terrorists, right? I don't like having that kind of thing in their hands. What if they take it apart and see what's inside?'
Pell looked courteously at the electronics man. 'Harold?' Ott pursed his lips. 'It's not that easy. Here in the lab we've done about all the noninvasive studies we can, and they don't tell us much. Next step would be to use a can opener on one of them, but there's a considerable risk of destroying it if we do.'
'Tissue and hair samples from the extraterrestrials give us clues as to the basic proteins, fats and other molecules that make up their bodies, but they are not enough; without invasive surgery we can't tell what less common compounds are required by their glands, nervous systems,
-The Biowar Report
'So you re stymied?'
'Maybe not.' He gave the deputy director an inquiring look and got a nod of permission. 'It seems that one of the Doc creatures-the one that isn't a brain surgeon-is supposed to be an expert on that sort of thing. We think probably he could disassemble one for us, and then we could get a better look at it. It's a pretty impressive little gadget. Apparently it monitors full five-sense inputs and transmits them to at least orbital distance. We don't have any idea, really, what its range is. It uses some frequency that we haven't been able to detect. It isn't in any of the conventional radio bands. And it requires no external power source.'
One of the men said thoughtfully, 'I can see why you'd like to take it apart. If the alien can do it, what's holding you up?'
'Trouble is, we can't communicate with the Doc directly. He never speaks. The Dopey talks for him.'
'But if he doesn't speak at all-'
'Well, that's another thing we'd like to know more about. Somehow the Dopey creature communicates with
