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Outside
,
the
immense
blue
Martian
sky
was
hot
and
still
as
a
warm
deep
sea
water
.
The
Martian
desert
lay
broiling
like
a
prehistoric
mud
pot
,
waves
of
heat
rising
and
shimmering
.
There
was
a
small
rocket
ship
reclining
upon
a
hilltop
nearby
.
Large
footprints
came
from
the
rocket
to
the
door
of
this
stone
house
.
Now
there
was
a
sound
of
quarreling
voices
upstairs
.
The
men
within
the
door
stared
at
one
another
,
shifting
on
their
boots
,
twiddling
their
fingers
,
and
holding
onto
their
hip
belts
.
A
man
’
s
voice
shouted
upstairs
.
The
woman
’
s
voice
replied
.
After
fifteen
minutes
the
Earth
men
began
walking
in
and
out
the
kitchen
door
,
with
nothing
to
do
.
"
Cigarette
?
"
said
one
of
the
men
.
Somebody
got
out
a
pack
and
they
lit
up
.
They
puffed
slow
streams
of
pale
white
smoke
.
They
adjusted
their
uniforms
,
fixed
their
collars
.
The
voices
upstairs
continued
to
mutter
and
chant
.
The
leader
of
the
men
looked
at
his
watch
.
"
Twenty
-
five
minutes
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
wonder
what
they
’
re
up
to
up
there
.
"
He
went
to
a
window
and
looked
out
.
"
Hot
day
,
"
said
one
of
the
men
.
"
Yeah
,
"
said
someone
else
in
the
slow
warm
time
of
early
afternoon
.
The
voices
had
faded
to
a
murmur
and
were
now
silent
.
There
was
not
a
sound
in
the
house
.
All
the
men
could
hear
was
their
own
breathing
.
An
hour
of
silence
passed
.
"
I
hope
we
didn
’
t
cause
any
trouble
,
"
said
the
captain
.
He
went
and
peered
into
the
living
room
.
Mrs
.
Ttt
was
there
,
watering
some
flowers
that
grew
in
the
center
of
the
room
.
"
I
knew
I
had
forgotten
something
,
"
she
said
when
she
saw
the
captain
.
She
walked
out
to
the
kitchen
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
"
She
handed
him
a
slip
of
paper
.
"
Mr
.
Ttt
is
much
too
busy
.
"
She
turned
to
her
cooking
.
"
Anyway
,
it
’
s
not
Mr
.
Ttt
you
want
to
see
;
it
’
s
Mr
.
Aaa
.
Take
that
paper
over
to
the
next
farm
,
by
the
blue
canal
,
and
Mr
.
Aaa
’
ll
advise
you
about
whatever
it
is
you
want
to
know
.
"
