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"
So
you
finally
got
to
Mars
,
you
Moral
Climate
people
?
I
wondered
when
you
’
d
appear
.
"
"
We
arrived
last
week
.
We
’
ll
soon
have
things
as
neat
and
tidy
as
Earth
.
"
The
man
waved
an
identification
card
irritably
toward
the
House
.
"
Suppose
you
tell
me
about
that
place
,
Stendahl
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
haunted
castle
,
if
you
like
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
like
.
Stendahl
,
I
don
’
t
like
.
The
sound
of
that
word
«
haunted
.
»
"
"
Simple
enough
.
In
this
year
of
our
Lord
2005
I
have
built
a
mechanical
sanctuary
.
In
it
copper
bats
fly
on
electronic
beams
,
brass
rats
scuttle
in
plastic
cellars
,
robot
skeletons
dance
;
robot
vampires
,
harlequins
,
wolves
,
and
white
phantoms
,
compounded
of
chemical
and
ingenuity
,
live
here
.
"
"
That
’
s
what
I
was
afraid
of
,
"
said
Garrett
,
smiling
quietly
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
we
’
re
going
to
have
to
tear
your
place
down
.
"
"
I
knew
you
’
d
come
out
as
soon
as
you
discovered
what
went
on
.
"
"
I
’
d
have
come
sooner
,
but
we
at
Moral
Climates
wanted
to
be
sure
of
your
intentions
before
we
moved
in
.
We
can
have
the
Dismantlers
and
Burning
Crew
here
by
supper
.
By
midnight
your
place
will
be
razed
to
the
cellar
.
Mr
.
Stendahl
,
I
consider
you
somewhat
of
a
fool
,
sir
.
Spending
hard
-
earned
money
on
a
folly
.
Why
,
it
must
have
cost
you
three
million
dollars
—
"
"
Four
million
!
But
,
Mr
.
Garrett
,
I
inherited
twenty
-
five
million
when
very
young
.
I
can
afford
to
throw
it
about
.
Seems
a
dreadful
shame
,
though
,
to
have
the
House
finished
only
an
hour
and
have
you
race
out
with
your
Dismantlers
.
Couldn
’
t
you
possibly
let
me
play
with
my
Toy
for
just
,
well
,
twenty
-
four
hours
?
"
