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. Twenty minutes ago I was sitting in our
stateroom-Dora was parked on the ground on Tertius, so I thought-and I was
trying to decide whether to have another cup, or to take you back to bed. Since
then I've been running as fast as I can to try to catch up with my own
confusion. Unsuccessfully. I'm just an old soldier and harmless hack writer; I'm
not used to such adventures. Well, let's go. I want you to meet my Aunt Cissy."
Gay had put us down across the road from Uncle Jock's place. We walked down
the road a piece, me carrying packages and swinging my cane. Hazel with her
handbag and carrying the kitten. Some years back Uncle Jock had placed a much
stouter fence around his farm than was usual in Iowa in those days. It was not
yet built when I left home and enlisted in 2150; it was in place by the time I
visited in... 2161 ? That's about right.
The fence was heavy steel mesh, two meters high and with a six-strand
cradle of barbed wire on top of that. I think the barbed wire was added later; I
did not recall it.
Inside the cradle were copper wires on ceramic insulators. About every
twenty meters there was a sign:
DANGER!!! Do Not Touch Fence Without Opening Master Switch #12
At the gate was another sign, larger: INTERBUREAU LIAISON AGENCY
Bio-Ecological Research Division District Office Deliver Radioactive Materials
To Gate Four-Wedns
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