And if you said you didn't dream.
Everyone on Brionimar dreamed.
If they didn't like your dreams, they shot you....
Even into his numb and information filled mind, terror crept as his pencil moved across the dream form.
He breakfasted in the messhall and then left for the hearing. As usual, there was a group of humans standing outside the guard lines, marveling at the three starships, standing upon spider legs, looking ready to whirl skyward at any sign of hostility. Far above, the interstellar ship waited in the coldness of space for the shuttle ships to complete their mission and return.
There was an unexpected buzz in the Committee Room when Herb and his two companions arrived.
An ugly television camera squatted across from the Chairman's desk.
Bud had changed his vote on televising the hearings.
Herb watched Bud cross to Senator Stilson. Until this morning the two had seemed very friendly.
"Let's get together later," Bud was saying. "I'll explain my position. I'm sure you'll understand."