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They
were
little
puppets
in
clusters
,
these
people
.
Their
tiny
arms
and
legs
were
in
raised
,
artificial
-
looking
positions
,
caught
in
the
frozen
instant
of
Time
.
Voy
shrugged
.
Harlan
was
adjusting
the
small
field
-
generator
about
his
left
wrist
.
"
Let
’
s
get
this
job
done
.
"
"
One
minute
.
I
want
to
get
in
touch
with
the
Life
-
Plotter
and
find
out
how
long
his
job
for
you
will
take
.
I
want
to
get
that
job
done
,
too
.
"
His
hands
worked
cleverly
at
a
little
movable
contact
and
his
ear
listened
astutely
to
the
pattern
of
clicks
that
came
back
(
Another
characteristic
of
this
Section
of
Eternity
,
thought
Harlan
-
sound
codes
in
clicks
.
Clever
,
but
affected
,
like
the
molecular
films
.
)
"
He
says
it
won
’
t
take
more
than
three
hours
,
"
said
Voy
at
length
.
"
Also
,
by
the
way
,
he
admires
the
name
of
the
person
involved
.
Noys
Lambent
.
It
is
a
female
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
There
was
a
dryness
in
Harlan
’
s
throat
.
"
Yes
.
"
Voy
’
s
lips
curled
into
a
slow
smile
.
"
Sounds
interesting
.
I
’
d
like
to
meet
her
,
sight
unseen
.
Haven
’
t
had
any
women
in
this
Section
for
months
.
"
Harlan
didn
’
t
trust
himself
to
answer
.
He
stared
a
moment
at
the
Sociologist
and
turned
abruptly
.
