General Judd opened his mouth in rage. "Don't you say anything you'll regret," cautioned Docchi. "When you get back, what will you report to your superiors? Can you tell them that you left in good order, while there was still time to continue the search? Or will they like it better if they know you stayed until the last moment? So late that you had to abandon some of your ships?" The general closed his mouth and stamped away. Wordlessly, Cameron dragged after him. * * * * * The last ship had blasted off and the rocket trails had faded into overwhelming darkness. The Sun, which had been trying to lose itself among the other stars, finally succeeded. The asteroid was no longer the junkpile. It was a small world that had become a swift ship. "We can survive," said Docchi. "Power and oxygen, we have, and we can grow or synthesize our food." He sat beside Anti's tank, which had been returned to the usual place. A small tree nodded overhead in the artificial breeze. It was peaceful enough. But Nona wasn't there. "We'll get you out of the tank," promised Jordan. "When she comes back, we'll rig up a place where there's no gravity. And we'll continue cold treatment." "I can wait," said Anti. "On this world I'm normal." Docchi stared forlornly about. The one thing he wanted to see wasn't there. "If you're worrying about Nona," advised Anti, "don't. The guards were pretty rough with the women, but plastissue doesn't feel pain. They didn't find her." "How do you know?" "Listen," said Anti. The ground shivered with the power of the gravital units. "As long as they're running, how can you doubt?" "If I could be sure--" "You can start now," Jordan said. "First, though, you'd better get up and turn around." Docchi scrambled to his feet. She was coming toward him. She showed no sign of strain. Except for a slight smudge on her wonderfully smooth and scar-less cheek, she might just have stepped out of a beauty cubicle. Without question, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. This world, of course, though she could have done well on any world--if she could have communicated with people as well as with machines. "Where were you hiding?" Docchi asked, expecting no answer. She smiled. He wondered, with a feeling of helplessness, if machines could sense and appreciate her lovely smile, or whether they could somehow smile themselves. "I wish I could take you in my arms," he said bitterly. "It's not as silly as you think," said Anti, watching from the surface of the tank. "You don't have any arms, but she has two. You can talk and hear, but she can't. Between you, you're a complete couple." "Except that she would never get the idea," he answered unhappily.