"Cameron suggested waiting." Reflectively Docchi added: "It's true we are biocompensators." "They always bring in biocompensation," muttered Anti restlessly. "I'm getting tired of that excuse. Time passes just as slow." "But what else is there? Shall we draw up another request?" "Memorandum number ten? Let's not be naive. Things get lost when we send them to the Medicouncil. Their filing system is in terrible shape." "Lost or distorted," grunted Docchi angrily. The grass he'd kicked already had begun to wilt. It wasn't hardy in this environment. Few things were. "Maybe we ought to give the Medicouncil a rest. I'm sure they don't want to hear from us again." Docchi moved closer to the pool. "Then you think we should go ahead with the plan we discussed before we sent in the petition? Good. I'll call the others together and tell them what happened. They'll agree that we have to do it." "Then why call them? More talk, that's all. Besides I don't see why we should warn Cameron what we're up to." Docchi glanced at her worriedly. "Do you think someone would report it? I'm certain everyone feels as I do." "Not everyone. There's bound to be dissent," said Anti placidly. "But I wasn't thinking of people." "Oh that," said Docchi. "We can block that source any time we need to." It was a relief to know that he could trust the accidentals. Unanimity was important and some of the reasons weren't obvious. "Maybe you can and maybe you can't," said Anti. "But why make it difficult, why waste time?" Docchi got up awkwardly but he wasn't clumsy once he was on his feet. "I'll get Jordan. I know I'll need arms." "Depends on what you mean," said Anti. "Both," said Docchi, smiling. "We're a dangerous weapon." She called out as he walked away. "I'll see you when you leave for far Centauri." "Sooner than that, Anti. Much sooner." Stars were beginning to wink. Twilight brought out the shadows and tracery of the structure that supported the transparent dome overhead. Soon controlled slow rotation would bring near darkness to this side of the asteroid. The sun was small at this distance but even so it was a tie to the familiar scenes of Earth. Before long it would be lost. * * * * * Cameron leaned back and looked speculatively at the gravity engineer, Vogel. The engineer could give him considerable assistance. There was no reason why he shouldn't but anyone who voluntarily had remained on the asteroid as long as Vogel was a doubtful quantity. He didn't distrust him, the man was strange. "I've been busy trying to keep the place running smoothly. I hope you don't mind that I haven't been able to discuss your job at length," said the doctor, watching him closely. "Naw, I don't mind," said Vogel. "Medical directors come and go. I stay on. It's easier than getting another job." "I know. By now you should know the place pretty well. I sometimes think you could do my work with half the trouble."