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. Bobo shot on. ahead and explored the place, knife in teeth, his ugly body almost graceful in flight. Hugh and Joe-Jim proceeded more slowly, their eyes caught by the strangeness Of the place.
Bobo returned, killed his momentum skillfully against a bulkhead, took his blade from his teeth, and reported, "No door. No more door any place. Bobo look."
"There has to be," Hugh insisted, irritated at the dwarf for demolishing his hopes.
The moron shrugged. "Bobo look."
"We'll look." Hugh and the twins moved off in different directions, splitting the reconnaissance between them.
Hugh found no door, but what he did find interested him even more: an impossibility. He was about to shout for Joe-Jim, when he heard his own name called. "Hugh! Come here!"
Reluctantly he left his discovery, and sought out the twins. "Come see what I've found," he began.
"Nevermind," Joe cut him short. "Look at that."
Hugh looked. "That" was a Converter. Quite impossibly but indubitably a Converter. "It doesn't make sense," Jim protested. "An apartment this size doesn't need a Converter. That thing would supply power and light for half the Ship. What do you make of it, Hugh?"
Hugh examined it. "I don't know," he admitted, "but if you think this is strange, come see what I've found."
"What have you found?"
"Come see."
The twins followed him, and saw a small compartment, one wall of which appeared to be of glass, black as if the far side were obscured
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