"I want to see the strips—now, if possible."
"Hit on something already?"
"The strips I said! Now!"
"Of course—right away, Doug." She pressed a stud in a panel flush with the desk-top. He knew he had startled her.
But he had to see. If he could see, he'd understand. The words had made no sense at all, they were gibberish, crazy and he didn't know what they meant.
He held his muscles rigid as he waited for the orderly she had summoned to prepare the recessed projector, inset wall-screen. Hurry, damn you, hurry!
"Verbal commentary desired, sir?"
"Oh—yes, yes of course."
"All ready then, sir."