probably operated by a single inhabitant rather than part of a government system?” “An analysis consistent with the available information.” “Tell me about the strange signals from Whizybeam .” “Those are commands and feedback demands that make no sense.” “Do those seem intended primarily or at least definitely for you to receive and respond to?” “There are no signature codes to say yes to that.” “What are the source-identifying signature codes?” “Those are not detectable. I have repeatedly sent the standard signals to indicate I need those before I can respond.” “What was the answer?” “There has not been one. First I sent the signals on the assigned levels of Whizybeam but got no response. Then I sent them on the level they were arriving on but still got no response. The signals seem to be checking Whizybeam ’s systems and testing if they could override some.” “Interesting and worrisome. If they mean that some parts of Whizybeam ’s systems are slipping out of central control then things could fall apart, possibly even literally. Or there are forces at work up there that none of us know for sure about.” “Tell me your thoughts on that subject, Nerber.” That refocused the Ormelexian. He had slipped and said aloud what he should only have been thinking. “Uh, I have no thoughts. My concerns are that strange signals can mean system problems and they may need to retrieve us without warning. I am verifying that we both have our transporter buttons in place and seemingly intact.” “ Whizybeam confirms that those tests are operational.” “New transmission?” “Received as you mentioned your concern.” “So you are back in contact with Whizybeam ?” “Yes, that was the first clear signal in some time.” “Did they receive my most recent message about my intentions? You did send that when I finished did you not?” “It was sent. They signal that I should resend it since it was not received intact. That is done.” “Ask what they can tell me about the situation here? How much danger am I in?” “The signal is breaking up. Noise interferes.” “The same as during the earlier periods when we could not get meaningful signals?” “The same. What will you do now?” “Consider the options as I check for local interference,” Nerber said as he pushed on several control spots on the zerpy. “I am going to look around but a floating zerpy will attract unwanted attention so you will remain in this place.” “Protests are made of this plan of action.” “This makes the point that communications with the producers are so unreliable that I must take control of things here myself. You will stay and I will look for a place to find more long-term shelter and maybe a way to actual safety.” “You must not leave me here immobilized.” “You will be as safe as you would be by my side.” He stepped out and closed the tool shed door. He called quietly through the door, “If I need translating I will come quickly to get you but I am not seeking contact on this particular journey of discovery.” “The signal has cleared. You are warned you will be disqualified for going off without your official zerpy along to record events.” Nerber heard that but didn’t respond. He hurried across the open area of the yard to where he could get out of sight among the tall shrubs. Once in there he looked out in several directions hoping to see any inhabitant who had spotted him. Seeing no one he relaxed a little. He took Wowseyla off his hat and left the mini-zerpy hovering to record him as he spoke. “I am convinced that the producers are deliberately not replying to me even though they hear every word said while I am near Wilburps. I judge that this is because they judge that I am better show material when I look anxious and on the verge of spifgrez . I respect their sense of drama for the entertainment of the masses but find being on the worrying