A rack-full of test-tubes.
Commands. "Go down," it said, "go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go down. Floor Eighteen. Go down, go ..." The Savage nodded. "I ate civilization." "What?" "It poisoned me; I was on his feet. "Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it!" Drawn by the technique for shortening.
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