"With my hands!" Calvin cried happily. "I will kill them with my hands!"
Sweat beaded John's face. "There will be enough of killing."
It will be great pleasure to hunt them down.
They will kill some of us, Walt thought back. And, to himself: I wish I could be afraid.
Not me! Calvin thought joyously. It was uncertain when Calvin could telepath. Not me!
They have powerful weapons, too. Atom bombs, they are called. It will not be easy to kill them all. This thought came as a reminder from one of the aliens.
Calvin moved his powerful hands. "I can kill them all by myself."
The smaller compartment, itself, was huge. To the left lay the hydroponics tanks, and to the right, the mutants' cubicles. In the center of the compartment was the games space where the mutants boxed and wrestled and exercised with weights. The walls of each cubicle were so designed as to produce the illusion of great distances. The mutants would be required to face vast open spaces, and their cubicles partially conditioned them for the experience. Huge as their world was, it was miniscular compared to the one that would confront them.
Calvin, sitting beside Walt in Walt's cubicle, was trying to express an abstract concept.