EXPLOITER'S END
by James Causey
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Orbit volume 1 number 2, 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
PEOPLE OR TERMITES, IT'S ALL THE SAME.
THERE'S A LIMIT TO HOW FAR YOU CAN DRIVE THEM!
We time-studied the Term. It moved with a pliant, liquid grace, its four arms flickering over the instrument panel, installing studs, tightening screws, its antennae glowing with the lambent yellow that denoted an agony of effort.
"See?" Harvey's freckled face was smug. "He rates an easy hundred and ten. Whoever took that first study—"
"I took it," I said, squinting at the stop watch.