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It
was
a
machine
like
a
jade
-
green
insect
,
a
praying
mantis
,
delicately
rushing
through
the
cold
air
,
indistinct
,
countless
green
diamonds
winking
over
its
body
,
and
red
jewels
that
glittered
with
multifaceted
eyes
.
Its
six
legs
fell
upon
the
ancient
highway
with
the
sounds
of
a
sparse
rain
which
dwindled
away
,
and
from
the
back
of
the
machine
a
Martian
with
melted
gold
for
eyes
looked
down
at
Tomas
as
if
he
were
looking
into
a
well
.
Tomas
raised
his
hand
and
thought
Hello
!
automatically
but
did
not
move
his
lips
,
for
this
was
a
Martian
.
But
Tomas
had
swum
in
blue
rivers
on
Earth
,
with
strangers
passing
on
the
road
,
and
eaten
in
strange
houses
with
strange
people
,
and
his
weapon
had
always
been
his
smile
.
He
did
not
carry
a
gun
.
And
he
did
not
feel
the
need
of
one
now
,
even
with
the
little
fear
that
gathered
about
his
heart
at
this
moment
The
Martian
’
s
hands
were
empty
too
.
For
a
moment
they
looked
across
the
cool
air
at
each
other
.
It
was
Tomis
who
moved
first
.
"
Hello
!
"
he
called
.
"
Hello
!
"
called
the
Martian
in
his
own
language
.
They
did
not
understand
each
other
.
"
Did
you
say
hello
?
"
they
both
asked
.
"
What
did
you
say
?
"
they
said
,
each
in
a
different
tongue
.
They
scowled
.
