"Well, I'm going to call."
Kingman's voice raced across Terra to Hawaii, went on the communications beams of the sky-pointing reflectors, and rammed through the Heaviside Layer to Luna. At the Lunar Station, his voice was mingled in multiplex with a thousand others and placed on the sub-ether beams to Venus Equilateral.
Don Channing answered the 'phone. "Yes?"
"Kingman, Dr. Channing."
Don grunted. He did not care to be addressed by title when someone who disliked him did it. His friends did not, and Kingman's use of the title made it an insult.
"Look," said Kingman, "what do you want to use those blocks for?"