(ah, friend,
bend to my touch,
touched, lend me your mindtips)
here, hear more
than all that you have heard
heretofore
in this ruled random
where-we-are
enter me lengthily from afar
mind-twined,
all terms are defined behind the eye
—from Cornfield Crane, by s.e., a 20th-century poet.
FILE : 1304.a, Segment 3
TOPIC: MISSION FREEWAY
TO : TRI-GALACTIC INTELLIGENCE SERVICE
GALCENTRAL, STATION FIVE (MARS-CENTRAL) DATE: Decembertwentieth 3030
I am not bothering to code this report because there is no longer any need for secrecy. I have thoroughly investigated Drussa Silver and can say without any reservation that she is absolutely authentic. I will not, therefore, be bringing her back with me for trial.
I have also investigated every possible means of inducing the authorities here to accept Ratha and myself as immigrants to Freeway, but they flatly refuse to consider it, either now or in the future, and so I have no choice but to leave when the permit you obtained for me expires at the end of next month.
END OF REPORT
NOTE: The only reason there are no tears on this report is that TGIS men don't cry.