"Those are big holes in our information exchange," said Goré. "What are they discovering?"
"No more than we are!" snapped Zakheim. "Depend on it!"
"What of the languages not even represented among the teams here on the international site?" asked Francine. "I mean the Hottentot-Bushmen, the Ainu, the Basque and the Australian-Papuan?"
Zakheim covered her left hand with his right hand. "You always have me, my little dove."
"We're building another Tower of Babel!" she snapped. She jerked her hand away.
"Spurned again," mourned Zakheim.
Ohashi said: "Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech." He smiled. "Genesis eleven-seven."
Francine scowled. "And we're missing about twenty percent of Earth's twenty-eight hundred languages!"
"We have all the significant ones," said Zakheim.
"How do you know what's significant?" she demanded.