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At
the
hour
in
the
morning
when
human
nurses
slap
patient
’
s
faces
with
cold
,
wet
cloths
under
the
pretense
of
washing
them
,
Smith
returned
from
his
journey
.
He
speeded
up
his
heart
,
increased
his
respiration
,
and
again
took
note
of
his
surroundings
,
viewing
them
with
serenity
.
He
looked
the
room
over
,
noting
without
discrimination
and
with
praise
all
its
details
,
both
important
and
unimportant
.
He
was
,
in
fact
,
seeing
it
for
the
first
time
,
as
he
had
been
incapable
of
enfolding
it
when
he
had
been
brought
there
the
day
before
.
This
commonplace
room
was
not
commonplace
to
him
;
there
was
nothing
remotely
like
it
on
all
Mars
,
nor
did
it
resemble
the
wedge
-
shaped
metal
-
walled
compartments
of
the
Champion
.
But
,
having
relived
the
events
linking
his
nest
to
this
place
,
he
was
now
prepared
to
accept
it
,
commend
it
,
and
in
some
degree
to
cherish
it
.
He
became
aware
that
there
was
another
living
creature
in
the
room
with
him
.
A
granddaddy
longlegs
was
making
a
futile
journey
down
from
the
ceiling
,
spinning
as
it
went
.
Smith
watched
it
with
delight
and
wondered
if
it
were
a
nestling
form
of
man
.
Doctor
Archer
Frame
,
the
interne
who
had
relieved
Thaddeus
,
walked
in
at
that
moment
.
"
Good
morning
,
"
he
said
.
"
How
do
you
feel
?
"
Smith
turned
the
question
over
in
his
mind
.
The
first
phrase
he
recognized
as
a
formal
sound
,
requiring
no
answer
but
which
could
be
repeated
-
or
might
not
be
.
The
second
phrase
was
listed
in
his
mind
with
several
possible
translations
.
If
Doctor
Nelson
used
it
,
it
meant
one
thing
;
if
Captain
van
Tromp
used
it
,
it
was
a
formal
sound
,
needing
no
reply
.
He
felt
that
dismay
which
so
often
overtook
him
in
trying
to
communicate
with
these
creatures
-
a
frightening
sensation
unknown
to
him
before
he
met
men
.
But
he
forced
his
body
to
remain
calm
and
risked
an
answer
.
"
Feel
good
.
"
"
Good
!
"
the
creature
echoed
.
"
Doctor
Nelson
will
be
along
in
a
minute
.
Feel
like
some
breakfast
?
"
All
four
symbols
in
the
query
were
in
Smith
’
s
vocabulary
but
he
had
trouble
believing
that
he
had
heard
them
rightly
.
He
knew
that
he
was
food
,
but
he
did
not
"
feel
like
"
food
.
Nor
had
he
had
any
warning
that
he
might
be
selected
for
such
an
honor
.
He
had
not
known
that
the
food
supply
was
such
that
it
was
necessary
to
reduce
the
corporate
group
.
He
was
filled
with
mild
regret
,
since
there
was
still
so
much
to
grok
of
these
new
events
,
but
no
reluctance
.
But
he
was
excused
from
the
effort
of
translating
an
answer
by
the
entrance
of
Dr
.
Nelson
.
The
ship
’
s
doctor
had
had
little
rest
and
less
sleep
;
he
wasted
no
time
on
speech
but
inspected
Smith
and
the
array
of
dials
in
silence
.
Then
he
turned
to
Smith
.
"
Bowels
move
?
"
he
asked
.
