Slowly, Lesbee turned and faced the big board. What was baffling to him was, what could you do against a being who moved five hundred times as fast as you did?
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He had a sudden sense of awe, a picture.... At any given instant Dzing was a blur. A spot of light. A movement so rapid that, even as the gaze lighted on him, he was gone to the other end of the ship—and back.
Yet Lesbee knew it took time to traverse the great ship from end to end. Twenty, even twenty-five minutes, was normal walking time for a human being going along the corridor known as Center A.
It would take the Karn a full six seconds there and back. In its way that was a significant span of time, but after Lesbee had considered it for a moment he felt appalled.
What could they do against a creature who had so great a time differential in his favor?
From behind him, Browne said, "Why don't you use against him that remote landing control system that you set up with my permission?"
Lesbee confessed: "I did that, as soon as the acceleration ceased. But he must have been—back—in the faster time by then."
"That wouldn't make any difference," said Browne.