“It calls for one planet-buster bomb ... buster—in five days. Unless you give them a white bill in the meantime. High Commissioner Bullone will have word of this planet by then. If Gienah III still exists in five days, can’t you imagine the fun the politicians’ll have with it? Mama mia! We want this planet cleared for contact or dead before then.”
“I don’t like this, Stet.”
“YOU don’t like it!”
“Look,” said Orne. “There must be another way. Why ... when we teamed up with the Alerinoids we gained five hundred years in the physical sciences alone, not to mention the—”
“The Alerinoids didn’t knock over one of our survey ships first.”
“What if the Delphinus just crashed here ... and the locals picked up the pieces?”
“That’s what you’re going in to find out, Orne. But answer me this: If they do have the Delphinus, how long before a tool-using race could be a threat to the galaxy?”
“I saw that city they built, Stet. They could be dug in within six months, and there’d be no—”
“Yeah.”
Orne shook his head. “But think of it: Two civilizations that matured along different lines! Think of all the different ways we’d approach the same problems ... the lever that’d give us for—”