Accepted?
One accepts.
Kalik, do you accept?
The record was incomplete. It gave no account of that machine.
- Machines are harmless. - Can we be sure?
We have checked the Lurmans' data disks. What more can we do?
- Examine their machine. - Orum.
One agrees with Kalik. It is advisable.
Very well.
- Vorg, they're coming over. - Good. I've found the trouble.
There you are. A bit of bric-a-brac lodged inside circuit three.
I'd better put it back. Might spoil the illusion.
Never let customers see too much.
We give magic talk disks back.
All very good.
You tell-um tall fellow we talk like him pretty good by and by.
Your worship, my partner and I are equipped with translator diodes
that allow us complete understanding of your illustrious language.
Oh, very well. Prepare to receive the orders of the tribunal.
Our humble ears await your slightest utterance.
The tribunal requires to know the function of your machine.
Machine?
Your worship, the Scope is not a machine.
- What is it if not a machine? - A unique artistic achievement.
The supreme creative invention of the age.
It is my proud privilege to have the honour
of presenting its wonders to your planet. You will be amazed...
Is it a machine within the meaning of the word?
Machine is a paltry description...
Stop prevaricating. What is its function? What does it do?
- Answer the question. - You must answer.
Answer!
- I want the truth. - We're telling you the truth.
- You're stowaways. - We're not.
- All right. - What are you doing, John?
I'm going to thrash this fellow.
There's one explanation. They must be breeding.
Rubbish! Those Tellurians are fully grown. Anyone can see that.
Nobody knows how Tellurians reproduce.
They may stay in an incubator until they're grown.
Oh... Look.
What rite are they performing now?
The two in the centre are about to engage in physical conflict.
- Are you sticking to that story? - I'm afraid so.
I ought to warn you I used to box for my school.
I ought to warn you that I took lessons from John L. Sullivan.
By Jiminy, the old fellow's got pluck.
- Queensberry rules? - Naturally.
- John! - Good afternoon.
Oh, dear.
Sunspots.
- What? - Yes.
Causes intense local heat. Like a magnifying glass, don't you know?
- Really? - Yes.
Or refractions in the atmosphere. Logical explanation, what?
It's getting cooler. I thought I was going to die.
- Have a drink, my dear. - No, thanks, Daddy.
We thought we'd take a walk. Care to join us?
No, no. You two run along. I'm going to do a spot of reading.
Determined to finish this book before we reach Bombay.