of
Ixtl. The alien was smiling, apparently pleased at having startled
him. "What gave you the idea that I wanted to know anything?" he
asked.

"You did," Ixtl said. "We all have been conscious of your thoughts for
many days. Forgive me for intruding, but I must. Your speculations
radiate on such a broad band that we cannot help being aware of them.
It has been quite difficult for us to study your customs and history
with this high level background noise. We are aware of your interest,
but your thoughts are so confused that we have never found questions
we could answer. If you would be more specific we would be happy to
give you the information which you seek."

"Oh yeah!" Matson thought.

"Of course. It would be to our advantage to have your disturbing
speculations satisfied and your fears set at rest. We could accomplish
more in a calmer environment. It is too bad that you do not receive as
strongly as you transmit. If you did, direct mental contact would
convince you that our reasons for satisfying you are good. But you
need not fear us, Earthman. We intend you no harm. Indeed, we plan to
help you once we learn enough to formulate a proper program."

"I do not fear you," Matson said--knowing that he lied.

"Perhaps not consciously," Ixtl said graciously, "but nevertheless
fear is in you. It is too bad--and besides," he continued with a faint
smile "it is very uncomfortable. Your glandular emotions are quite
primitive, and very disturbing."

"I'll try to keep them under control," Matson said dryly.

"Physical control is not enough. With you there would have to be
mental control as well. Unfortunately you radiate much more strongly
than your fellow men, and we are unable to shut you out without
exerting considerable effort that could better be employed elsewhere."
The alien eyed Matson speculatively. "There you go again," he said.
"Now you're angry."

Matson tried to force his mind to utter blankness, and the alien
smiled at him. "It does some good--but not much," he said. "Conscious
control is never perfect."

"Well then, what can I do?"

"Go away. Your range fortunately is short."

Matson looked at the alien. "Not yet," he said coldly. "I'm still
looking for something."

"Our technology," Ixtl nodded. "I know. However I can assure you it
will be of no help to you. You simply do not have the necessary
background. Our science is based upon a completely different
philosophy from yours."

To Matson the