THE COSMIC COMPUTER

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"No, they're not having anything to do?/Duck; quick!/"

Then his father was diving under a lifter-truck that stood empty on the
dock. The private police were scattering for cover, and an auto-cannon
began pom-pomming. Conn took one quick look in the direction in which it
was firing, saw an aircar that had broken through the police line and
was rushing toward them, and dived under the lifter after his father. As
he did, he saw a missile flash out from one of the gunboats like a
thrown knife. Then he huddled beside his father and put his arms over
his head.

He felt the heat and shock of the explosion and, an instant later, heard
the roar. When nothing immediately disastrous happened after he had
counted fifteen seconds, he stuck his head out and looked up. The
gunboat was struggling to regain her equilibrium, and the aircar had
vanished in a fireball. They both emerged, straightening. His father was
brushing himself with his hands and saying something about always having