"What are those?" he asked.
Hugh seemed to jerk out of a trance.
"The machines again," he said wearily. "They're getting ready to shoot another rocket out to Earth. It'll be the last one of the season. Earth is drawing away again."
"More seeds," said Scott.
Hugh nodded. "More seeds. And more bugs going out. And the worst of it is that Earth doesn't know. No man in his right mind on Earth could even dimly speculate upon the possibility of high intelligence in plant life. There's no reason to. No precedent upon which to base such a speculation. Earth plants have never had intelligence."
"A message is all we need," declared Scott. "Just get word to the Earth. They'd root up every plant on the face of the entire globe. They'd...."
He stopped abruptly and stared out across the desert.
"The rocket," he whispered. "The rocket is going to Earth!"
Hugh swung on him fiercely.
"What are you...."