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"Damn!" Xris took out another twist. He stared at it gloomily, thrust it back into the case--the case the king had given to him. "If only I could get hold of Dixter!"
"Maybe we're worried about nothing," Jamil argued. "With the Navy on alert, expecting revolution, the Royal Guard will certainly be taking extra precautions to protect the king."
"Unfortunately, they won't be able to protect him against this type of device," Quong pointed out. "Since it must use an energy beam to explode the micromachines, the device doesn't have to look like a weapon. It could look as innocent as ..." he paused, shrugged, "a microwave oven."
"That's sort of what the damn thing is," Xris said, scanning the file. "Here"--he tossed the file to Quong--"see if it makes sense to you. It reads like a lot of scientific voodoo to me."
Quong read. The more he read, the graver his expression. "It is not voodoo, Xris." He looked up. "They're talking about building a phase-modulated maser with a tungsten core guide in the ten-point-two-hundred-twenty-eightgigahertz-band transmitten If they have truly developed such a device. it will do exactly what Snaga Ohme intended it to do. It will kill anyone with micromachines in the bloodstream. It will kill the king." "How? Explain in words of three syllables or less." Quong gathered his thoughts. "I said it could look like a microwave oven. That is basically how it works
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