And, when it works, it can certainly create quite a mess. Yes-sirree, Bob. Or Lou, as the case may be.
I sure hope somebody’s picking all this up, because I’d hate to have to explain it again when I get there.
Are you there, anybody?
Malone imagined he heard Lou’s voice. “Yes, Ken,” she said. “Yes, I’m here.”
But, of course, there was no way for them to get through to him. They were telepathic, but Kenneth J. Malone wasn’t he told himself sadly.
Hello, out there, he thought. I hope you’ve been listening so far, because there isn’t going to be too much more. But there are a couple of things that still need to be cleared up. I’ve got some answers, but there are others I’m going to need.
There’s Russia, for instance. It does seem to me as if your teams in Russia, whatever they’re calling themselves, are having a lot more fun than the U. S. teams. For one thing they’ve got an easier job.
In this country, the teams are looking for ways to get rid of the blockheads, and there are a lot of them. In Russia, you don’t have to get rid of the blockheads. All you have to do is clear the road for them. And you can do that by fouling up the more intelligent people.
“Intelligent people?” he could hear Lou say.
Intelligence doesn’t mean good sense, Malone thought. I don’t doubt that the men who are maintaining Russia’s power are intelligent men— but what they’re doing is bad for the world as a whole, in the long run.