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“We need to solve this mystery. What are those two-wheeled
instruments in long rows over there?”
They walked to a fenced area away from the water where
hundreds of the two-wheeled machines stood lined up. A
human stopped them from approaching the instruments.
“You need a race number or a pass to enter here,” it said to
Vra and Uch.
As they turned to walk away, a small human nearby
scrunched its nose and pointed at them. “Why do those people smell funny, Daddy?”
Vra and Uch moved away. “Uh oh, our detectors are leaking electrons in Earth’s atmosphere,” Uch said. “They can
smell us.”
After a while the humans began to emerge from the water,
apparently no worse for wear. They ran to the area with the
two-wheeled instruments, peeled off their rubber caps and
replaced them with hard helmets, and left the area while sitting on the machines and pedaling.
“They have smiles,” Vra said.
“No, look carefully,” Uch said. “Those are grimaces. That
means pain.”
“Almost all of them have it on their faces,” Vra said. “They
must like pain. I wonder why.”
“Let’s see where they’re going. We should wear helmets so
we fit in.” They zeeped ten miles up the road wearing pink
helmets with pictures of ponies on them. Uch and Vra captured images of every human that passed them on the twowheeled machines. They probed the humans with a magnetometer only to discover they had liquid iron but no solid
iron core.
“Look, this one has a smile, not a grimace,” Vra said,
pointing to a human wearing number 329 on its shirt.
“That’s a male human,” Uch said. “Wait, I’m getting a message from Zogor. ‘Zeep human 329 back to the ship with you.
Its face is different from the others, and it looks strong.’”
“How can we stop it with all these other humans around?”
Vra asked. “We must get ahead of it and plan a strategy to
grab it when it stops. Besides, we haven’t learned what
these humans are looking for, and what they want to be the
best of.”
“Maybe they’re searching for the man of iron,” Uch said.
“Let’s zeep ahead.”
They continued zeeping ahead of human 329, about ten
miles at a time, only to fail to have a plan to grab it without other humans witnessing their move. They came to a
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