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’
Don
’
t
touch
it
.
’
Dallas
studied
the
limp
form
of
his
shipmate
.
Experimentally
,
he
waved
a
hand
at
the
thing
attached
to
Kane
’
s
face
.
It
didn
’
t
budge
.
Bracing
himself
,
ready
to
jerk
back
and
run
,
he
reached
toward
it
.
His
hand
moved
close
to
the
base
,
then
toward
the
eye
bulge
on
its
back
.
The
beast
took
no
notice
of
him
,
exhibited
no
sign
of
life
except
a
slow
pulsing
.
’
Is
it
alive
?
’
Lambert
’
s
stomach
was
turning
slowly
.
She
felt
as
though
she
’
d
just
swallowed
a
litre
of
the
Nostromo
’
s
half
-
recycled
wastes
.
’
It
’
s
not
moving
,
but
I
think
it
is
.
Get
his
arms
,
I
’
ll
take
his
legs
.
Maybe
we
can
dump
it
off
him
.
’
Lambert
hurried
to
comply
,
paused
,
and
looked
back
at
him
uncertainly
.
’
How
come
I
get
the
arms
?
’
’
Oh
,
hell
.
You
want
to
switch
?
’
’
Yeah
.
’
Dallas
moved
to
trade
places
with
her
.
As
he
did
so
he
thought
he
saw
one
finger
of
the
hand
move
,
ever
so
slightly
,
but
he
couldn
’
t
be
sure
.
He
started
to
lift
under
Kane
’
s
arms
,
felt
the
dead
weight
,
hesitated
.
’
We
’
ll
never
get
him
back
to
the
ship
this
way
.
You
take
one
side
and
I
’
ll
take
the
other
.
’
’
Fair
enough
.
’
They
carefully
turned
the
body
of
the
exec
onto
his
side
.
The
creature
did
not
fall
off
.
It
remained
affixed
to
Kane
’
s
face
as
securely
as
it
had
been
when
the
latter
had
been
lying
untouched
on
his
back
.
