ords.
Meta's deadly stare drove it home. There were now less people on Pyrrus
than had been in the original settlement.
And human population, without rigid birth controls, usually increased
geometrically. Jason dinAlt suddenly remembered Meta's itchy trigger
finger.
"But we can't be sure how many people were aboard this one," he said
hurriedly. "Or even if this is the log of the ship that settled Pyrrus.
Can you find something to pry this open with? The lock is corroded into
a single lump."
Meta took her anger out on the box. Her fingers managed to force a gap
between lid and bottom. She wrenched at it. Rusty metal screeched and
tore. The lid came off in her hands and a heavy book thudded to the
table.
The cover legend destroyed all doubt.
LOG OF S. T. POLLUX VICTORY. OUTWARD BOUND--SETANI TO PYRRUS. 55,000
SETTLERS ABOARD.
Meta couldn't argue now. She stood behind Jason with tight-clenched
fists and read over his shoulder as he turned the brittle, yellowed
pages. He quickly skipped through the opening part that covered the
sailing preparations and trip out. Only when he had reached the actual
landing did he start reading slowly. The impact of the ancient words
leaped out at him.
"Here it is," Jason shouted. "Proof positive that we're on the right
trail. Even _you_ will have to admit that. Read it, right here."
_... Second day since the tugs left, we are completely on our own
now. The settlers still haven't grown used to this planet, though we
have orientation talks every night. As well as the morale agents who
I have working twenty hours a day. I suppose I really can't blame
the people, they all lived in the underways of Setani and I doubt if
they saw the sun once a year. This planet has weather with a
vengeance, worse than anything I've seen on a hundred other planets.
Was I wrong during the original planning stages not to insist on
settlers from one of the agrarian worlds? People who could handle
the outdoors._
_These citified Setanians are afraid to go out in the rain. But of
course they have adapted completely to their native 1.5 gravity so
the two gee here doesn't bother them much. That was the factor that
decided us. Anyway--too late now to do anything about it. Or about
the unending cycle of rain, snow, hail, hurricanes and such. Answer
will be to start the mines going, sell the metals and build
completely enclosed
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