“Why, yes . . . of course they are! It’s funny I didn’t think of that myself. And you’re really sold, Storm.”
“I really am. Up to now I’ve just been receptive; but now I really believe the whole cockeyed theory. I suppose you’ve figured out an angle of approach?”
“You flatter me. I’m not that good. But perhaps . . . in a very broad and general way. . . . Heights and depths, remember? And superhuman scope therein or thereat? But we don’t do it, Storm. You do.”
“Uh-uh. Nix. You and I are one. Let’s go!”
“I’ll come along as far as I can, of course, but something tells me it won’t be very far. Lead on, Six Cloud!”
“Where’ll we start?”
“Now we’re right back where we were before. Do you still favor spectra? Of vibration, say, for a start?”
“Nothing else but. So let’s slide ourselves up and down the frequencies, seeing what we can see, hear, feel, or sense, and what we can do about ’em.”
Chapter 18
▂▂▂▂▂▂CAHUITA
ON THE PLANET CAHUITA, unreckonable years before this story opens, an entity brooded.