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[英文] 《The Pyrophylic Saurian》作者: - Howard L. Myers【EPUB】

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The Pyrophylic Saurian The stolen port-service ship Glumers Jo stood two thousand kilometers out from Dothlit Three, its closrem drivers idling. On the control deck Omar Olivine peered calculatingly at the screen as the viewsweep scanned the planet's single continental land mass. From the chair where she was lounging, Icy Lingrad asked sourly, "What's the attraction of that stinky swampworld?" "I'll brief everybody at once, after we land," Olivine replied. He was looking for a spot from which the ship's small tenders could explore a wide variety of life zones and geological structures without going too far afield. Perhaps a narrow coastal plain backed by one of the higher mountain ranges . . . "I got a feeling you're a phony," Icy told him, making a flat statement out of it. "I got a feeling you're psychotic," he replied with the impatience of a man too busy to talk nonsense. He was well and regretfully aware of Icy's low opinion of the human male. That was the source of her nickname Icy. Under the circumstances, he didn't expect her views of a particular male named Omar Olivine to be either favorable or informative. "Whoever heard of a precious proxad of the Space Patrol turning outlaw?" she sneered. "For my money, Proxad Omar Olivine, you're a put-up job. Once a crummy starfuzz, always a crummy starfuzz." Olivine's thin lips tightened, and he came within a hair of returning insult for insult. But at that moment Charlo's voice called from a speaker: "Hey, boss!" "Yeah?" "You better pick a landing we can stay on a while, because th

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