BLOOD SINCE 1999.
AND AS 12 NEWS' ANDY CHOI SHOWS
US, ONE LOCAL DONOR IS RACKING
UP SOME RECORD NUMBERS.
>> THE HOLIDAYS MAY BE DRAWING
TO A CLOSE, BUT PETER HANN IS IN
A GIFT-GIVING MOOD YEAR ROUND.
AND THAT GIFT IS A LIFE-SAVING
ONE.
>> IT SAVES ONE
LIFE, MAYBE TWO
LIVES, AND THIS THREE LIVES.
>> THIS LATEST GIFT MARKS
PETER'S 24TH BLOOD DONATION FOR
2016, THE MAXIMUM NUMBER THE
BLOOD CENTER ALLOWS IN A SINGLE
YEAR.
>> ONCE YOU GET USED TO IT, IT
IS LIKE DRIVING A CAR.
>> WE CAUGHT UP WITH PETER LAST
YEAR AFTER HITTING 22 DONATIONS
IN 2015.
PETER SAYS EVERY DONATION IS IN
HONOR OF THE LOVED ONES HE'S
LOST OVER THE YEARS, INCLUDING
HIS LATE MOTHER.
>> I CAN AT LEAST HELP PREVENT
OTHERS FROM LOSING FRIENDS OR
FAMILY MEMBERS, SO THEY DON'T
HAVE TO LOSE WHAT I LOST.
>>
THE HOLIDAYS USUALLY SEE A
DROP IN SUPPLY, BUT DEMAND
REMAINS THE SAME.
THE RED CROSS SAYS EVERY TWO
SECONDS SOMEONE IN THE UNITED
STATES NEEDS BLOOD.
>> I KNOW THEY NEED DONATIONS,
SO THIS IS THE SECOND TIME IN
DECEMBER I AM DONATING.
THE LAST TIME IT WAS PLAYED
LET'S.
THIS TIME IT IS WHOLE BLOOD.
>> PETER HOPES HIS DONATIONS
INSPIRE OTHERS TO GIVE, KNOWING
EACH DROP HOLDS THE POTENTIAL TO
SAVE LIVES.
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Bonding Time: Copycat - Duration: 2:31.
I hate this game!
[crying] -Heeeey!
Dad, what!?
Tada!
What the hell?
I'm you!
Wait a minute!
What hell do you think you're doing? [beeps horn]
I'm copying you, son!
I got new car.
[facehonk]
Dad, what hell are you doing?
Let go of me!
[spits] Let go!
[coughs]
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?
Get out of here.
Hey!
Hey, son.
I finally stopped trying to be like you.
'Cause then he'd be gay!
What the fuck are you doing with my ex-girlfriend?
Do you want spaghetti?
I don't want it anymore.
I don't wait it, dad.
What are you doing here?
Do you want my ex-spaghetti?
I hate you!
AND I'M GONNA DO SHIT WITH MY GIRLFRIEND!
Want spaghetti?
Ooooh.
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Exports drop two years in a row for first time in 58 years - Duration: 2:08.
Korea's annual exports have dropped two years in a row... weighed down by contributing factors
from both home and abroad.
However there's an air of optimism the figures will turn around in the coming year.
Kim Jung-soo looks beyond the numbers.
Data from Korea's Ministry of Trade, Industry and Energy shows the country's total exports
for 2016 amounted to 495 and a half billion U.S. dollars, which is five-point-nine percent
less than 2015.
This marks the first first time in 58 years that Korea's exports have fallen for two years
straight -- in 2015 they also dropped by 8 percent on year.
Meanwhile, imports for the year also dropped by seven-point-one percent, coming to a total
of 405-point-7 billion dollars.
As a result, the trade surplus for 2016 amounted to 89.8 billion dollars, which is slightly
less than the 90.3 billion recorded in 2015.
Looking more closely at exports, all major items -- except for personal computers -- posted
negative growth in 2016, hit hard by the global economic downturn.
Shipments of semiconductors dropped by 1.3 percent... wireless devices, including mobile
phones, fell 9.1 percent, while exports of automobiles plunged 12-and-a-half percent.
However, the ministry's report offers a glimmer of hope -- it shows monthly exports posted
on-year growth in positive territory for the last two months of 2016, the first time in
over two years.
Exports for November grew 2-and-a-half percent on year, and the figure for December was up
6.4 percent.
Experts attribute this late surge to recovering demand and rising crude oil prices.
However, analysts also caution that Korea must still deal with the possibility of more
trade protectionism and economic restructuring in 2017 by economic superpowers like China
and the U.S.
Kim Jung-soo, Arirang News
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Trump responds to sanctions against Russia, says it's time to 'move on' - Duration: 5:14.
Trump responds to sanctions against Russia, says it's time to 'move on'
President-elect Donald Trump said Thursday �it�s time for our country to move on
to bigger and better things� after the Obama administration issued sanctions against Russia
for its alleged 2016 election hacking.
�It's time for our country to move on to bigger and better things,� Trump said in
a written response released four hours after the announcement.
�Nevertheless, in the interest of our country and its great people, I will meet with leaders
of the intelligence community next week in order to be updated on the facts of this situation."
The Obama administration announced sanctions against Russia�s intelligence services,
while ejecting dozens of intelligence operatives from the U.S. as part of a response to what
it says are efforts by Moscow to influence the election.
Using an executive order, President Obama sanctioned the GRU and the FSB -- two of Russia's
intelligence services as well as other entities and individuals associated with the GRU.
The cybersecurity firm hired by the Democratic National Committee to investigate the hack
of its emails earlier this year concluded the hacking came from the Fancy Bear group,
believed to be affiliated with the GRU, Russia's military intelligence agency.
In addition to the sanctions, the State Department has declared 35 Russian intelligence operatives
"persona non grata" in the U.S., giving them 72 hours to leave, and is shutting down two
Russian compounds in Maryland and New York.
The Maryland property is a 45-acre property at Pioneer Point, and was purchased by the
Soviet government in 1972.
The New York property is on Long Island and is 14 acres and was purchased by the Soviet
government in 1954.
Russian President Vladimir Putin's spokesman said in response to the announcement that
Moscow will consider retaliatory measures.
"We think that such steps by a U.S. administration that has three weeks left to work are aimed
at two things: to further harm Russian-American ties, which are at a low point as it is, as
well as, obviously, to deal a blow to the foreign policy plans of the incoming administration
of the president-elect," Dmitry Peskov told reporters in Moscow.
The Russian Embassy in the UK took a different approach, tweeting out a picture of a lame
duck and blasting what it called "Cold War deja vu."
The Treasury Secretary meanwhile has named two individuals -- Evgeniy Mikhailovich Bogachev
and Aleksey Alekseyevich Belan -- it says were involved in "malicious cyber-enabled
activities."
"These actions follow repeated private and public warnings that we have issued to the
Russian government, and are a necessary and appropriate response to efforts to harm U.S.
interests in violation of established international norms of behavior," Obama said in a statement.
Obama also announced that the Department of Homeland Security and the FBI will release
declassified information on Russian cyberactivity to help "identify, detect and Russia's global
campaign of malicious cyber activities."
Obama also said that the administration will be providing a report to Congress "in the
coming days" about Russian attempts to interfere in the election, as well as previous election
cycles.
The president also hinted that his administration intends to do more to hold Russia accountable.
"These actions are not the sum total of our response to Russia's aggressive activities,"
Obama said.
"We will continue to take a variety of actions at a time and place of our choosing, some
of which will not be publicized."
U.S. intelligence services have concluded that the Russians interfered in the election
to try and help President-elect Donald Trump win.
Trump has dismissed the conclusions.
However, House Speaker Paul Ryan, R-Wis. welcomed the move in a statement.
"Russia does not share America's interests.
In fact, it has consistently sought to undermine them, sowing dangerous instability around
the world.
While today's action by the administration is overdue, it is an appropriate way to end
eight years of failed policy with Russia," Ryan said.
Incoming Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer, D-NY., also praised the move in a statement
late Thursday.
House Homeland Security Committee Chairman Michael McCaul, R-TX., called Obama's actions
"long overdue," while House Permanent Select Committee on Intelligence Chairman Devin Nunes
said he's been "urging" Obama for years to take action and that this "indecision and
delay" explains why "American's influence has collapsed."
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"Hatsumōde" and Family Time - Duration: 3:38.
Hello everyone.
So from December 29th to January 3rd of every year, many persons are off from work.
During those days, they tend to visit family members and friends with gifts.
And they tend to do a general house cleaning.
Also, during the first 3 days of January, they do "Hatsumode"
which is when persons visit shrines for the first time of the year.
During that time, they carry their old wishes to get them burned.
While they get themselves new ones called "Omamori"
and they make new wishes for the new year.
There are usually long lines on the first day of January until the 3rd day.
Sometimes, if you're lucky, you can see persons wearing kimonos, which is a pretty sight to see
This is how we spent the first day of the year.
Our daughter got to ride her bicycle for the first time, outside.
We got to enjoy some family dining.
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Syeja Bala | Time Machine | Pandavaas | English Subtitles - Duration: 4:42.
Chronicles, tales, promises, puzzles
your games and toys all are asleep.
Chronicles, tales, promises, puzzles
your games and toys all are asleep.
Candles, lanterns, stars and moon,
the lights have walked into night.
Sleep, my little one you too sleep.
The dove cooed !
What will you eat?
Milk and rice?
In platter of bronze?
Who will serve it?
My mother . . .
Come, O sleep and come quietly,
within my little one's eyes.
Fly him away
on feathers of dreams.
To the land of kings and queens,
adorned in royal glittery dresses.
Around your golden neck
sparkles the pearl necklace.
Sleep, my little one you too sleep.
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Fire Escape Kit- Go Time Gear - Duration: 4:32.
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Conquest Over Time by Michael Shaara - Duration: 1:18:29.
Conquest Over Time by Michael Shaara
When the radiogram came in it was 10:28 ship's time and old 29 was exactly 3.4 light years
away from Diomed III.
Travis threw her wide open and hoped for the best.
By 4:10 that same afternoon, minus three burned out generators and fronting a warped ion screen,
old 29 touched the atmosphere and began homing down.
It was a very tense moment.
Somewhere down in that great blue disc below a Mapping Command ship sat in an open field,
sending up the beam which was guiding them down.
But it was not the Mapping Command that was important.
The Mapping Command was always first.
What mattered now was to come in second, any kind of second, close or wide, mile or eyelash,
but second come hell or high water.
The clouds peeled away.
Travis staring anxiously down could see nothing but mist and heavy cloud.
He could not help sniffing the air and groaning inwardly.
There is no smell quite as expensive as that of burned generators.
He could hear the Old Man repeating over and over again—as if Allspace was not one of
the richest companies in existence—"burned generators, boy, is burned money, and don't
you forget it!"
Fat chance me forgetting it, Travis thought gloomily, twitching his nostrils.
But a moment later he did.
For Diomed III was below him.
And Diomed III was an Open Planet.
It happened less often, nowadays, that the Mapping Command ran across intelligent life,
and it was even less often that the intelligent life was humanoid.
But when it happened it was an event to remember.
For space travel had brought with it two great problems.
The first was Contact, the second was Trade.
For many years Man had prohibited contact with intelligent humanoids who did not yet
have space travel, on the grounds of the much-discussed Maturity Theory.
As time went by, however, and humanoid races were discovered which were biologically identical
with Man, and as great swarms of completely alien, often hostile races were also discovered,
the Maturity Theory went into discard.
A human being, ran the new slogan, is a Human Being, and so came the first great Contact
Law, which stated that any humanoid race, regardless of its place on the evolutionary
scale, was to be contacted.
To be accepted, "yea, welcomed," as the phrase went, into the human community.
And following this, of course, there came Trade.
For it was the businessmen who had started the whole thing in the first place.
Hence the day of the Open Planet.
A humanoid race was discovered by the Mapping Command, the M.C. made its investigation,
and then sent out the Word.
And every company in the Galaxy, be it monstrous huge or piddling small, made a mad rush to
be first on the scene.
The Government was very strict about the whole business, the idea being that planets should
make their contracts with companies rather than the government itself, so that if any
shady business arose the company at fault could be kicked out, and there would be no
chance of a general war.
Also, went the reasoning, under this system there would be no favorites.
Whichever company, no matter its resources, had a ship closest at the time of the call,
was the one to get first bargaining rights.
Under this setup it was very difficult for any one company to grow too large, or to freeze
any of the others out, and quite often a single contract on a single planet was enough to
transform a fly-by-night outfit into a major concern.
So that was the basis of the Open Planet, but there the real story has only begun.
Winning the race did not always mean winning the contract.
It was what you found when you got down that made the job of a Contact Man one of the most
hazardous occupations in history.
Each new planet was wholly and completely new, there were no rules, and what you learned
on all the rest meant nothing.
You went from a matriarchy which refused absolutely to deal with men (the tenth ship to arrive
had a lady doctor and therefore got the contract) to a planet where the earth was sacred and
you couldn't dig a hole in it so mining was out, to a planet which considered your visit
the end of the world and promptly committed mass suicide.
The result of this was that a successful Contact Man had to be a remarkable man to begin with:
a combined speed demon, sociologist, financier, diplomat and geologist, all in one.
It was a job in which successful men not only made fortunes, they made legends.
It was that way with Pat Travis.
Sitting at the viewscreen, watching the clouds whip by and the first dark clots of towns
beginning to shape below, Travis thought about the legend.
He was a tall, frail, remarkably undernourished looking man with large soft brown eyes.
He did not look like a legend and he knew it, and, being a man of great pride, it bothered
him.
More and more, as the years went by, his competitors blamed his success on luck.
It was not Pat Travis that was the legend, it was the luck of Pat Travis.
Over the years he had learned not to argue about it, and it was only during these past
few months, when his luck had begun to slip, that he mentioned it at all.
Luck no more makes a legend, he knew, than raw courage makes a fighter.
But legends die quick in deep space, and his own had been a-dying for a good long while
now, while other lesser men, the luck all theirs, plucked planet after planet from under
his nose.
Now at the viewscreen he glanced dolefully across the room at his crew: the curly-headed
young Dahlinger and the profound Mr. Trippe.
In contrast to his own weary relaxation, both of the young men were tensed and anxious,
peering into the screen.
They had come to learn under the great Pat Travis, but in the last few months what they
seemed to have learned most was Luck: if you happened to be close you were lucky and if
you weren't you weren't.
But if they were to get anywhere in this business, Travis knew, they had to learn that luck,
more often than not, follows the man who burns his generators....
He stopped thinking abruptly as a long yellow field came into view.
He saw silver flashing in the sun, and his heart jumped into his throat.
Old 29 settled fast.
One ship or two?
In the distance he could see the gray jumbled shapes of a low-lying city.
The sun was shining warmly, it was spring on Diomed III, and across the field a blue
river sparkled, but Travis paid no attention.
There was only one silver gleam.
Still he waited, not thinking.
But when they were close enough he saw that he was right.
The Mapping Command ship was alone.
Old 29, burned generators and all, had won the race.
"My boys," he said gravely, turning to the crew, "Pat Travis rides again!"
But they were already around him, pounding him on the back.
He turned happily back to the screen, for the first time beginning to admire the view.
By jing, he thought, what a lovely day!
That was his first mistake.
It was not a lovely day.
It was absolutely miserable.
Travis had his first pang of doubt when he stepped out of the ship.
The field was empty, not a native in sight.
But Dahlinger was out before him, standing waist high in the grass and heaving deep lungfuls
of the flower-scented air.
He yelled that he could already smell the gold.
"I say, Trav," Trippe said thoughtfully from behind him, "where's the fatted calf?"
"In this life," Travis said warily, "one is often disappointed."
A figure climbed out of a port over at the Mapping Command ship and came walking slowly
toward them.
Travis recognized him and grinned.
"Hey, Hort."
"Hey Trav," Horton replied from a distance.
But he did not say anything else.
He came forward with an odd look on his face.
Travis did not understand.
Ed Horton was an old buddy and Ed Horton should be happy to see him.
Travis felt his second pang.
This one went deep.
"Anybody beat us here?"
"No.
You're the first, Trav."
Dahlinger whooped.
Travis relaxed slightly and even the glacial Trippe could not control a silly grin.
Horton caught a whiff of air from the open lock.
"Burned generators?
You must've come like hell."
His face showed his respect.
Between burning a generator and blowing one entirely there is only a microscopic distance,
and it takes a very steady pilot indeed to get the absolute most out of his generators
without also spreading himself and his ship over several cubic miles of exploded space.
"Like a striped-tailed ape," Dahlinger chortled.
"Man, you should see the boss handle a ship.
I thought every second we were going to explode in technicolor."
"Well," Horton said feebly.
"Burned generators.
Shame."
He lowered his eyes and began toeing the ground.
Travis felt suddenly ill.
"What's the matter, Hort?"
Horton shrugged.
"I hate like heck to be the one to tell you, Trav, but seein' as I know you, they sent
me—"
"Tell me what?"
Now Dahlinger and Trippe both realized it and were suddenly silent.
"Well, if only you'd taken a little more time.
But not you, not old Pat Travis.
By damn, Pat, you came in here like a downhill locomotive, it ain't my fault—"
"Hort, straighten it out.
What's not your fault?"
Horton sighed.
"Listen, it's a long story.
I've got a buggy over here to take you into town.
They're puttin' you up at a hotel so you can look the place over.
I'll tell you on the way in."
"The heck with that," Dahlinger said indignantly, "we want to see the man."
"You're not goin' to see the man, sonny," Horton said patiently, "You are, as a matter
of fact, the last people on the planet the man wants to see right now."
Dahlinger started to say something but Travis shut him up.
He told Trippe to stay with the ship and took Dahlinger with him.
At the end of the field was a carriage straight out of Seventeenth Century England.
And the things that drew it—if you closed your eyes—looked reasonably similar to horses.
The three men climbed aboard.
There was no driver.
Horton explained that the 'horses' would head straight for the hotel.
"Well all right," Travis said, "what's the story?"
"Don't turn those baby browns on me," Horton said gloomily, "I would have warned you if
I could, but you know the law says we can't show favoritism...."
Travis decided the best thing to do was wait with as much patience as possible.
After a while Horton had apologized thoroughly and completely, although what had happened
was certainly not his fault, and finally got on with the tale.
"Now this here planet," he said cautiously, "is whacky in a lot of ways.
First off they call it Mert.
Mert.
Fine name for a planet.
Just plain Mert.
And they live in houses strictly from Dickens, all carriages, no sewers, narrow streets,
stuff like that.
With technology roughly equivalent to seventeenth century.
But now—see there, see that building over there?"
Travis followed his pointing finger through the trees.
A large white building of blinding marble was coming slowly into view.
Travis' eyes widened.
"You see?
Just like the blinkin' Parthenon, or Acropolis, whichever it is.
All columns and frescoes.
In the middle of a town looks just like London.
Makes no sense, but there it is.
And that's not all.
Their government is Grecian too, complete with Senate and Citizens.
No slaves though.
Well not exactly.
You couldn't call them slaves.
Or could you?
Heck of a question, that—" He paused to brood.
Travis nudged him.
"Yes.
Well, all that is minor, next to the big thing.
This is one of two major countries on the planet.
There's a few hill tribes but these make up about 90 percent of the population, so you
have to deal with these.
They never go to war, well maybe once in a while, but not very often.
So no trouble there.
The big trouble is one you'd never guess, not in a million years."
He stared at Travis unhappily.
"The whole planet's run on astrology."
He waited for a reaction.
Travis said nothing.
"It ain't funny," Horton said.
"When I say run on astrology I mean really run.
Wait'll you hear."
"I'm not laughing," Travis said.
"But is that all?
In this business you learn to respect the native customs, so if all we have to do—"
"I ain't finished yet," Horton said ominously, "you don't get the point.
Everything these people do is based on astrology.
And that means business too, lad, business too.
Every event that happens on this cockeyed world, from a picnic to a wedding to a company
merger or a war, it's all based on astrology.
They have it down so exact they even tell you when to sneeze.
You ought to see the daily paper.
Half of it's solid astrological guidance.
All the Senators not only have astrologers, they are astrologers.
And get this: every man and woman and child alive on this planet was catalogued the day
he was born.
His horoscope was drawn up by the public astrologer—a highly honored office—and his future laid
out according to what the horoscope said.
If his horoscope indicates a man of stature and responsibility, he becomes, by God, a
man of stature and responsibility.
You have to see it to believe it.
Kids with good horoscopes are sent to the best schools, people fight to give them jobs.
Well, take the courts, for example.
When they're trying a case, do they talk about evidence?
They do not.
They call in a legal astrologer—there's all kinds of branches in the profession—and
this joker all by himself determines the guilt or innocence of the accused.
By checking the aspects.
Take a wedding.
Boy meets girl.
Boy likes girl.
Does boy go see girl?
No.
He heads straight for an astrologer.
The girl's horoscope is on file in the local city hall, just like everybody else.
The astrologer compares the charts and determines whether the marriage will be a good one.
He is, naturally, a marital astrologer.
He gives the word.
If he says no they don't marry.
"I could go on for hours.
But you really have to see it.
Take the case of people who want to have children.
They want them born, naturally, at the time of the best possible aspects, so they consult
an astrologer and he gives them a list of the best times for a baby to be conceived.
These times are not always convenient, sometimes it's 4:18 in the morning and sometimes it's
2:03 Monday afternoon.
Yet this is a legitimate excuse for getting out of work.
A man goes in, tells his boss it's breeding time, and off he goes without a penny docked.
Build a better race, they say.
Of course the gestation period is variable, and they never do hit it right on the nose,
and also there are still the natural accidents, so quite a few are born with terrible horoscopes—"
"Holy smoke!"
Travis muttered.
The possibilities of it blossomed in his mind.
He began to understand what was coming.
"Now you begin to see?"
Horton went on gloomily.
"Look what an Earthman represents to these people.
We are the unknown, the completely capital U Unknown.
Everybody else is a certain definite quantity, his horoscope is on file and every man on
Mert has access to all his potentialities, be they good, bad or indifferent.
But not us.
They don't know when we were born, or where, and even if they did it it wouldn't do them
any good, because they haven't got any system covering Mars and Jupiter, the planets at
home.
Everybody else is catalogued, but not us."
"And just because they believe so thoroughly in their own astrology they've gotten used
to the idea that a man is what his horoscope says he is."
"But us?
What are we?
They haven't the vaguest idea, and it scares hell out of them.
The only thing they can do is check with one of the branches, what they call Horary Astrology,
and make a horoscope of the day we landed.
Even if that tells them nothing about us in particular at least it tells them, or so they
believe, all about our mission to Mert.
Because the moment our ship touched the ground was the birth date of our business here."
He paused and regarded Travis with woeful sympathy.
"With us, luckily, it was all right.
The Mapping Command just happened to hit here on a good day.
But you?
Trav, old buddy, for once you came just too damn fast—"
"Oh my God," Travis breathed.
"We landed on a bad day."
"Bad?"
Horton sighed.
"Man, it's terrible."
"You see," Horton said as they drove into the town, "not a soul on the streets.
This is not only a bad day, this is one for the books.
To-morrow, you see, there is an eclipse.
And to these people there is nothing more frightening than an eclipse.
During the entire week preceding one they won't do a darn thing.
No business, no weddings, no anything.
The height of it will be reached about tomorrow noon.
Their moon—which is a tiny little thing not much bigger than our first space station—is
called Felda.
It is very important in their astrology.
And for all practical purposes the eclipse is already in force.
I knew you were riding in down the base so I checked it out.
It not only applies to you, other things cinch it."
He pulled a coarse sheet of paper from his pocket and read from it in a wishful voice:
"With Huck, planet of necessity, transiting the 12th house of endings and things hidden,
squaring Bonken, planet of gain, in the ninth house of travellers and distant places, it
is unquestionable that the visit of these—uh—persons bodes ill for Mert.
If further proof is needed, one need only examine the position of Diomed, which is conjunct
Huck, and closely square to Lyndal, in the third house of commerce, etc, etc.
You see what I mean?
On top of this yet an eclipse.
Trav, you haven't got a prayer.
If only you hadn't been so close.
Two days from now would have been great.
Once the eclipse ends—"
"Well, listen," Travis said desperately, "couldn't we just see the guy?"
"Take my advice.
Don't.
He has expressed alarm at the thought that you might come near him.
Also his guards are armed with blunderbusses.
They may be a riot to look at, but those boys can shoot, believe me.
Give you a contract?
Trav, he wouldn't give you a broom to sweep out his cellar."
At that moment they drew up before an enormous marble building vaguely reminiscent of a Theban
palace.
It turned out to be the local hotel.
Horton stopped on the threshold and handed them two of the tiny Langkits, the little
black memory banks in which the language of Mert had been transcribed for their use by
the Mapping Command.
Travis slipped his automatically into position behind his ear, but he felt no need to know
the language.
This one was going to be tough.
He glanced at Dahlinger.
The kid was wearing a stunned expression, too dulled even to notice the pantalooned
customer—first Merts they'd seen—eyeing them fearfully from behind pillars as they
passed.
Smell that gold, Travis remembered wistfully.
Then, smell those generators.
Oh, he thought sinkingly, smell those generators.
They went silently on up to the room.
Travis stopped at the door as a thought struck him.
"Listen," he said cautiously, taking Horton by the arm, "haven't you thought of this?
Why don't we just take off and start all over, orbit around for a couple of days, pick a
good hour, and then come back down.
That way we'll be starting all—"
But Horton was gazing at him reproachfully.
"They have a word for that, Trav," he said ominously, "they call it vetching.
Worst crime a man can commit.
Attempt to evade his stars.
Equivalent almost to falsifying a horoscope.
No siree, boy, for that they burn you very slowly.
The first horoscope stands.
All your subsequent actions, according to them, date from the original.
You'll just be bearing out the first diagnosis.
You'll be a vetcher."
"Um," Travis said.
"If they feel that way, why the heck do they even let us stay?"
"Shows you the way the system works.
This is a bad day for everything.
Coming as well as going.
They'd never think of asking you to start a trip on a day like this.
No matter who you are."
Travis collapsed into an old, vaguely Chippendale chair.
His position was not that of a man sitting, it was that of a man dropped from a great
height.
"Well," Horton said.
"So it goes.
And listen, Trav, there was nothing I could do."
"Sure, Hort."
"I just want you to know I'm sorry.
I know they've been kickin' you around lately, and don't think I don't feel I owe you something.
After all, if you hadn't—"
"Easy," Travis said, glancing at Dahlinger.
But the kid's ears perked.
"Well," Horton murmured, "just so's you know.
Anyways I still got faith in you.
And Unico will be in the same boat.
If they get here tonight.
So think about it.
Let me see the old Pat Travis.
Your luck has to change sometime."
He clenched a fist, then left.
Travis sat for a long while in the chair.
Dahlinger muttered something very bitter about luck.
Travis thought of telling him that it was not luck that had put them so close to Mert,
but a very grim and expensive liaison with a ferociously ugly Mapping Command secretary
at Aldebaran.
She had told him that there was a ship in this area.
But this news was not for Dahlinger's ears.
And neither did he think it wise to explain to Dahlinger the thing he had done for Horton
some years ago.
Young Dolly was not yet ripe.
Travis sighed and looked around for a bed.
To his amusement he noted a four poster in the adjoining room.
He went in and lay down.
Gradually the dullness began to wear off.
There was a resiliency in Travis unequalled, some said, by spring steel.
He began to ponder ways and means.
There was always a way.
There had to be a way.
Somewhere in the customs of this planet there was a key—but he did not have the time.
Unico would be in tonight, others would be down before the week was out.
And the one to land in two days, on the good day, would get the contract.
He twisted on the bed.
Luck, luck, the hell with luck.
If you were born with sense you were lucky and if a meteor fell on you, you were unlucky,
but most of the rest of it was even from there on out.
So if the legend was to continue....
He became gradually aware of the clock in the ceiling.
In the ceiling?
He stared at it.
The symbols and the time meant nothing, but the clock was embedded flat in the ceiling
above the bed, facing directly down.
He pondered that for a moment.
Then he exploded with laughter.
By jing, of course.
They would have to know what time the baby was conceived.
So all over Mert, in thousands of homes, there were clocks in the bedrooms, clocks in the
ceilings, and wives peering anxiously upward murmured sweetly in their husbands' ears:
4:17, darling, 4:17 and a half....
The roar of his mirth brought Dolly floundering in from the other room.
Travis sprang from the bed.
"Listen, son," he bellowed, "luck be damned!
You get back to the ship.
Get Mapping Command to let you look at its files, find out everything you can about Mert.
There's a key somewhere, boy, there's an out in there someplace, if we look hard enough.
Luck!
Hah!
Work, boy, work, there's a key!"
He shooed Dahlinger out of the room.
The young man left dazedly, but he had caught some of Travis' enthusiasm.
Travis turned back to the bed feeling unreasonably optimistic.
No way out, eh?
Well by jingo, old Pat Travis would ride again, he could feel it in his bones.
A few moments later he had another feeling in his bones.
This one was much less delightful.
He was pacing past a heavy drapery when something very hard and moving very fast struck him
on the head.
The first thing Travis saw when he awoke was, unmistakably, the behind of a young woman.
His head was lying flat on the floor and the girl was sitting next to him, her back toward
him very close to his face.
He stared at it for a long while without thinking.
The pain in his head was enormous, and he was not used to pain, not any kind of pain.
The whiskey men drank nowadays left no hangovers, and for a normal headache there were instantaneously
acting pills, so Travis on the floor was unused to pain.
And though he was by nature a courageous man it took him a while to be able to think at
all, much less clearly.
Eventually he realized that he was lying on a very hard floor.
His arms and legs were tightly bound.
He investigated the floor.
It was brick.
It was wet.
The dark ceiling dripped water in the flickering light from some source beyond the girl.
The brick, the dripping water, the girl, all combined to make it completely unbelievable.
If it wasn't for the pain he would have rolled over and gone to sleep.
But the pain.
Yes the pain.
He closed his eyes and lay still, hurting.
When he opened his eyes again he was better.
By jing, this was ridiculous.
Not a full day yet on Mert and in addition to his other troubles, now this.
He did not feel alarmed, only downright angry.
This business of the flickering light and being tied hand and foot was too impossible
to be dangerous.
He grunted feebly at the back of the girl.
"Ho," he said.
"Now what in the sweet name of Billy H. Culpepper is this?"
The girl turned and looked down at him.
She swiveled around on her hips and a rag-bound foot kicked him unconcernedly in the side.
For the first time he saw the other two men behind her.
There were two of them.
The look of them was ridiculous.
The girl said something.
It was a moment before he realized she was speaking in Mert, which he had to translate
out of the Langkit behind his ear.
"The scourge awakes," one of the men said.
"A joy.
It was my thought that in the conjunction was done perhaps murder."
"Poot.
One overworries.
And if death comes to this one, observe, will the money be paid?
Of a surety.
But this is bizarre."
"Truly bizarre," the girl nodded.
Then to make her point, "also curious, unique, unusual.
My thought: from what land he comes?"
"The cloth is rare," one of the men said, "observe with tight eyes the object on his
wrist.
A many-symboled engine—"
"My engine," the girl said positively.
She reached down for his watch.
Travis jerked back.
"Lay off there," he bawled in English, "you hipless—" The girl recoiled.
He could not see her face but her tone was puzzled.
"What language is this?
He speaks with liquid."
The larger of the two men arose and came over to him.
"Speak again scourge.
But first empty the mouth."
Travis glared at the man's feet, which were wrapped in dirty cloth and smelt like the
breezes blowing softly over fresh manure.
"Speak again?
Speak again?
Untie my hands, you maggoty slob, and I'll speak your bloody—" he went on at great
length, but the man ignored him.
"Truly, he speaks as with a full mouth.
But this is not Bilken talk."
"Nor is he, of clarity and also profundity, a hill man," the girl observed.
"Poot.
Pootpoot," the young man stuttered, "the light!
He is of Them!"
It took the other two a moment to understand what he meant, but Travis caught on immediately.
May the Saints preserve us, he thought, they figured I was from Mert.
He chuckled happily to himself.
A natural mistake.
Only one Earthman on this whole blinking planet, puts up at a good hotel, best in town, these
boys put the snatch on me thinking I'm a visiting VIP, loaded, have no idea I'm just poor common
trash like the rest of us Earthmen.
Haw!
His face split in a wide grin.
He gathered his words from the Langkit and began to speak in Mert.
"Exactly, friends.
With clarity one sees that you have been misled.
I am not of Mert.
I am from a far world, come here to deal with your Senate in peace.
Untie me, then, and let us erase this sad but eraseable mistake with a good handshake
all around, and a speedy farewell."
It did not have the effect he desired.
The girl stepped back from him, a dark frown on her face, and the large man above him spoke
mournfully.
"Where now is the ransom?"
"And the risk," the girl said.
"Was not there great risk?"
"Unhappily," the tall man observed.
"One risks.
One should be repaid.
It is in the nature of things that one is repaid."
"Well now, boys," Travis put in from the floor, "you see it yourselves.
I'm flat as a—" he paused.
Apparently the Merts had no word for pancake.
"My pockets are—windy.
No money is held therein."
"Still," the tall man mused absently, "this must have friends.
On the great ships lie things of value.
Doubt?"
"Not," the girl said firmly.
"But I see over the hills coming a problem."
"How does it appear?"
"In the shape of disposal.
See thee.
Such as will come from the great ships, of value though it be, can it not be clarifiably
identified by such pootian authorities as presently seek our intestines?"
"Ha!" the tall man snorted in anger.
"So.
Truth shapes itself."
"Will we not, then," continued the girl, "risk sunlight on our intestines in pursuing this
affair?"
"We will," the young man spoke up emphatically.
"We will of inevitability.
Navel.
Our risk is unpaid.
So passes the cloud."
"But in freedom for this," the girl warily indicated Travis, "lies risk in great measure.
Which way lie his ribs?
Can we with profit slice his binds?
He is of Them.
What coils in his head?
What strikes?"
They were all silent.
Travis, having caught but not deciphered most of the conversation, glanced quickly from
face to face.
The girl had backed out into the light and he could see her now clearly, and his mouth
fell open.
She was thickly coated with dirt but she was absolutely beautiful.
The features were perfect, lovely, the mouth was promising and full.
Under the ragged skirt and the torn sooty blouse roamed surfaces of imaginable perfection.
He had difficulty getting back to the question at hand.
All the while he was thinking other voices inside him were whispering.
"By jing, by jing, she's absolutely...."
The two men were completely unlike.
One was huge, from this angle he was enormous.
He had what looked like a dirty scarf on his head, madonna-like, which would have been
ridiculous except for the mountainous shoulders below it and the glittering knife stuck in
his wide leather belt.
The shaft of the knife flickered wickedly in the light.
It was the only clean thing about him.
The other man was young, probably still in his teens.
Curly-haired and blond and much cleaner than the other two, with a softness in his face
the others lacked.
But in his belt he carried what appeared to be—what was, a well-oiled and yawning barreled
blunderbuss.
So they sat for a long moment of silence.
He had time to observe that what they were sitting in was in all likelihood a sewer.
It ran off into darkness but there was a dim light in the distance and other voices far
away, and he gathered that this was not all of the—gang—that had abducted him.
But it was beginning to penetrate, now, as he began to understand their words, that they
were unhappy about letting him go.
He was about to argue the point when the big man stepped suddenly forward and knelt beside
him.
He shut out the light, Travis could not see.
The last thing he heard was the big man grunting as he threw the blow, like a rooting pig.
When he awoke this time the pain had moved over to the side of his neck.
There was no light at all and he lay wearily for a long while in the blackness.
He had no idea how much time had passed.
He could tell from the brick wet below him that he was still in the sewer, or at least
some other part of it, and, considering the last turn of the conversation, he thought
he could call himself lucky to be alive.
But as his strength returned so did his anger.
He began to struggle with his bonds.
There was still the problem of the contract.
He regarded that bitterly.
He could just possibly die down here, but his main worry was still the contract.
Allspace would be proud of him—but Allspace might never know.
He did nothing with the bonds, which he discovered unhappily were raw leather thongs.
Eventually he saw a light coming down the corridor.
He saw with a thrill of real pleasure that it was the girl.
The young man was tagging along behind her but the big man was absent.
The girl knelt down by him and regarded him quizically.
"Do you possess pain?"
"Maiden, I possess and possess unto the limits of capacity."
"My thought is sorrow.
But this passes.
Consider: your blood remains wet."
Travis caught her meaning.
He swore feebly.
"It was very nearly let dry," the girl said.
"But solutions conjoined.
It was noted at the last, even as the blade descended, that such friends as yours could
no doubt barter for Mertian coin, untraceable, thus restoring your value."
"Clever, clever.
Oh, clever," Travis said drily.
To his surprise, the girl blushed.
"Overgracious.
Overkind.
Speed thanks awry of this windy head, aim at yon Lappy"—she indicated the boy who
stood smiling shyly behind her—"it was he who thought you alive, he my brother."
"Ah," Travis said.
"Well, bless you, boy."
He nodded at the boy, who very nearly collapsed with embarrassment.
Travis wondered about this 'brother' bit.
Brother in crime?
The Langkit did not clarify.
But the girl turned back on him a smile as glowing as a tiny nova.
He gazed cheerfully back.
"Tude and the others sit now composing your note.
A matter of weight, confounded in darkness."
She lowered her eyes becomingly.
"Few of us," she apologized, "have facility in letters."
"A ransom note," Travis growled.
"Great Gods and Little—Tude?
Who is Tude?"
"The large man who, admittedly hastening before the horse, did plant pain in your head."
"Ah," Travis said, smiling grimly.
"We shall presently plow his field—"
"Ho!" the girl cried, agitated.
"Speak not in darkness.
Tude extends both north and south, a man of dimension as well as choler.
He boasts Fors in the tenth in good aspect to Bonken, giving prowess at combat, and Lyndal
in the fourth bespeaks a fair ending.
Avoid, odd man, foreordained disaster."
In his urge to say a great many things Travis stammered.
The girl laid a cool grimy hand lightly on his arm and tried to soothe him.
"With passivity and endurance.
The night shall see you free.
Tude comes in close moment with the note.
Quarrel not at the price, sign, and there will be a conclusion to the matter.
We are not retrograde here.
As we set our tongues, so lie our deeds."
"Yes, well, all right," Travis grumbled.
"But there will come—all right all right.
My name shall be inscribed, let your note contain what it will.
But I would have speed.
There are matters of gravity lying heavily ahead."
The girl cocked her head oddly to one side.
"You sit on points.
A rare thing.
Lies your horoscope in such confusion that you know not the drift of the coming hours?"
Travis blinked.
"Horoscope?" he said.
"Surely," the girl said, "the astrologers of your planet did preach warning to you of
the danger of this day, and whether, in the motions of your system, lay success or failure.
Or is it a question of varying interpretations?
Did one say you good while the other—"
Travis grinned broadly.
Then he sobered.
It would quite logically follow that these people, primitive as they were, might not
be able to conceive of a land where astrology was not Lord over all.
A human trait.
But he saw dangerous ground ahead.
He began very cautiously and diplomatically to explain himself, saying that while astrology
was practiced among his own people, it had not yet become as exact an art as it was on
Mert, and only a few had as yet learned to trust it.
The effect on the girl was startling.
She seemed for a moment actually terrified when it was finally made clear to her.
She abruptly retreated into a corner with her brother and mumbled low frantic sounds.
Travis grinned to himself but kept his face stoically calm.
But now the girl was out in the light and he could examine her clearly for the first
time, and he forgot about astrology entirely.
She was probably in her early twenties.
She was dirtier than a well-digger's shoes.
She ran with a pack of cutthroats and thieves in what was undoubtedly the lowest possible
level of Mertian society.
But there was something about her, something Travis responded to very strongly, which he
could not define.
Possibly something about the set of her hair, which was dark and very long, or perhaps in
the mouth—yes the mouth, now observe the mouth—and also maybe in the figure....
But he could not puzzle it out.
A girl from the gutter.
But—perhaps that was it, there seemed to be no gutter about her.
There was real grace in her movements, a definite style in the way she held her head, something
gentle and very fine.
Now watch that, Travis boy, he told himself sharply, watch that.
A psychological thing, certainly.
She probably reminds you of a long forgotten view of your mother.
The girl arose and came back, followed this time by the young man.
She had become suddenly and intensely interested in his world—she had apparently taken it
for granted that it was exactly like hers, only with space ships—and Travis obliged
her by giving a brief sketch of selected subjects: speeds, wonders, what women wore, and so on.
Gradually he worked the conversation back around to her, and she began to tell him about
herself.
Her name was, euphonically, Navel.
This was not particularly startling to Travis.
Navel is a pretty word and the people of Mert had chosen another, uglier sound for use when
they meant 'belly button,' which was their right.
Travis accepted it, and then listened to her story.
She had not always been a criminal, run with the sewer packs.
She had come, as a matter of proud record, from an extremely well-to-do family which
featured two Senators, one Horary Astrologer, and a mercantile tycoon—which accounted,
Travis thought, for her air of breeding.
The great tragedy of her life, however, the thing that had brought her to her present
pass, was her abysmally foul horoscope.
She had not been a planned baby.
Her parents felt great guilt about it, but the deed was done and there was no help for
it.
She had been born with Huck retrograde in the tenth house, opposing Fors retrograde
in the fourth, and so on, and so on, so that even the most amateur astrologer could see
right at her birth that she was born for no good, destined for some shameful end.
She told about it with an air of resigned cheerfulness, saying that after all her parents
had really done more than could be expected of them.
Both with her and her similarly accidental brother Lappy—now there, Travis thought,
was a careless couple—whose horoscope, she said dolefully, was even worse than her own.
The parents had sent her off to school up through the first few years, and had given
her a handsome dowry when they disowned her, and they did the same with Lappy a few years
later.
But Navel held no bitterness.
She was a girl born inevitably for trouble—her horoscope forecast that she would be a shame
to her parents, would spend much of her life in obscure, dangerous places, and would reflect
no credit on anyone who befriended her.
So, for a child like this, what reasonable citizen would waste time and money and love,
when it was certain beforehand that the child grown up would be as likely as not to end
up a murderess?
No, the schools were reserved for the children of promise, as were the jobs and the parties
and the respect later on.
The only logical course, the habitual custom, was for the parents to disown their evilly
aspected children, hoping only that such tragedies as lay in the future would not be too severe,
and at least would not be connected with the family name.
And Navel was not bitter.
But there was only one place for her, following her exile from her parents' home.
A career in business was of course impossible.
Prospective employers took one look at your horoscope and—zoom, the door.
The only work she could find was menial in the extreme—dish-washing, street cleaning,
and so on.
So she turned, and Lappy turned, as thousands of their ill-starred kind had turned before
them for generations, to the wild gangs of the sewers.
And it was not nearly so bad as it might have seemed.
The sewer gangs were composed of thousands of people just like herself, homeless, cast
out, and they came from all levels of society to found a society of their own.
They offered each other what none of them could have found anywhere else on Mert: appreciation,
companionship, and even if life in the sewers was filthy, it was also tolerable, and many
even married and had children—the luckiest of whom quickly disowned their parents and
were adopted by wealthy families.
But the thing which impressed Travis most of all was that none of these people were
bitter at their fate.
Navel could not recall ever hearing of any organized attempt at rebellion.
Indeed, most of the sewer people believed more strongly in the astrology of Mert than
did the business men on the outside.
For each day every one of them could look at the dirt of himself, at the disease of
his surroundings, and could see that the message of his horoscope was true: he was born to
no good end.
And since it had been drummed into these people from their earliest childhood that only the
worst could be expected of them, they gave in, quite humanly, to the predictions, and
went philosophically forth to live up to them.
They watched the daily horoscopes intently for the Bad Days, realizing that what was
bad for the normal people must be a field day for themselves, and they issued out of
the sewers periodically on binges of robbery, kidnapping, and worse.
In this way they lived up to the promise of their stars, fulfilled themselves, and also
managed to eat.
And few if any ever questioned the justice of their position.
Travis sat listening, stunned.
For a long while the contract and how to get out of here and all the rest of it was forgotten.
He sat watching the girl and her shy brother as they spoke self-consciously to him, and
began to understand what they must be feeling.
Travis was from outside the sewers, he had stayed at the grand hotel—his horoscope,
whether he believed it or not, must be very fine.
And so they did him unconscious homage, much in the manner of low caste Hindus speaking
to a Bramin.
It was unnerving.
Gradually the boy Lappy began to speak also, and Travis realized with surprise that the
boy was in many ways remarkable.
As Navel's brother—Navel, Travis gathered with a twinge of deep regret, was the big
Tude's 'friend', and Tude was the leader of this particular gang—young Lappy had a restful
position.
He was kept out of most of the rough work end allowed to pursue what he shamelessly
called his 'studies', and he guessed proudly that he must have stolen nearly every book
in the Consul's library.
His particular hobbies, it turned out, were math and physics.
He had a startling command of both, and some of the questions he asked Travis were embarrassing.
But the boy was leaning forward, breathlessly drinking in the answers, when Tude came back.
The big man loomed over them suddenly on his quiet rag-bound feet, frightening the boy
and causing the girl to flinch.
He made a number of singularly impolite remarks, but Travis said nothing and bided his time.
He regarded the big man with patient joy, considering with delight such bloodthirsty
effects as judo could produce on this one—Fors and Bonken be damned—if they ever untied
his hands.
Eventually, unable to get a rise out of him, the big man shoved a paper down before his
nose and told him to sign it.
He pulled out that wickedly clean knife and freed Travis' hand just enough for him to
move his wrist.
Hoping for the best, Travis signed.
Tude chuckled, said something nastily to the girl, the girl said something chilling in
return, and the big man cuffed her playfully on the shoulder.
Then he lumbered away.
Travis sat glaring after him.
The contract, the need to escape flooded back into his mind.
The eclipse might be ending even now.
Unico would already be here, probably one or two others as well.
And this ransom business might take a week.
He swore to himself.
Pat Travis, the terror of the skies, held captive by a bunch of third rate musical comedy
pirates while millions lay in wait in the city above.
And oh my Lord, he thought, stricken, what will people say when they hear—he had to
get out.
He glanced cautiously at the girl and the boy, who were gazing at him ingenuously.
He saw instantly that the way, if there was a way, lay through them.
But the plan had not yet formed when the boy leaned forward and spoke.
"I have an odd thing in my head," Lappy said bashfully, "that nevertheless radiates joy
to my mind.
In my reading I have seen things leap together from many books, forming a whole, and the
whole is rare.
Can you, in your wisdom, confirm or deny what I have seen?
It is this—"
He spoke a short series of sentences.
Navel tried to shush him, embarrassed, but he doggedly went on.
And Travis, stricken, found himself suddenly paying close attention.
For the words Lappy said, with minor variations, were Isaac Newton's Laws of Motion.
"There are the seven planets," Navel was saying gravely, "and the two lights—that is, the
sun and the moon.
The first planet, that nearest the sun, is called Rym.
Rym is the planet of intellect, of the ordinary mind.
Second, is Lyndal, the planet of love, beauty, parties, marriage, and things of a gentle
nature.
Third is Fors, planet of action, strife.
Fourth is Bonken, planet of beneficence, of gain, money, health.
Next comes Huck, orb of necessity, the Greater Infortune, which brings men most trouble of
all.
Then Weepen, planet of illusion, of dreamers and poets and, poorly aspected, liars and
cheats.
And finally there is Sharb, planet of genius, of sudden cataclysms."
"I see," Travis murmured.
"But it is not only these planets and their aspects which is important, it is also to
be considered such houses and signs as through which these planets transit...."
She went on, but Travis was having difficulty following her.
He could not help but return to Newton's Laws.
It was incredible.
Here on this backward planet, mired in an era roughly equivalent to the time of the
Renaissance, an event was taking place almost exactly at the same time as it had happened,
long ago, on Earth.
It had been Isaac Newton, then.
It was, incredibly, this frail young man named Lappy now.
For unless Travis was greatly mistaken, Navel's kid brother was an authentic genius.
And such a genius as comes once in a hundred years.
So, naturally, Lappy would have to come home with Travis.
The boy was hardly college age as yet.
Sent to school by Allspace, given a place in the great Allspace laboratories at Aldebaran,
young Lappy might eventually make the loss of the contract at Mert seem puny in comparison
to the things that head of his could produce.
For Lappy was a natural resource, just as certainly as any mine on Mert, and since the
advent of Earth science meant Mert would no longer be needing him, Lappy could go along
with Travis and still leave him a clear conscience.
But the question still remained: how?
He could not even get himself out, yet, let alone Lappy.
And the girl.
What about the girl?
He brooded, groping for an out.
But in the meanwhile he listened while the girl outlined Mert's system of astrology.
He had realized finally that the key to the business lay there.
Astrology was these people's most powerful motivating force.
If he could somehow turn it to his advantage—He listened to the girl.
And eventually found his plan.
"Ho!" he said abruptly.
Startled, the girl stared at him.
"Lightning in the brain," Travis grinned, "solutions effervesce.
Attend.
Of surety, are not places on Mert also ruled by the stars?
Is it not true that towns and villages do also have horoscopes?"
Navel blinked.
"Why, see thee, it is in the nature of things, odd man, that all matter is governed by the
planets.
How else come explanations, for example, of natural catastrophes, fires, plagues, which
affect whole cities and not others?
And consider war, does not one country win, and the other lose?
Of a surety different aspects obtain...."
"Joy then," Travis said.
"But do further observe.
Is it not so, in your astrology, that a man's horoscope may often conflict with that of
the place wherein he dwells?
Is it not so that, often, a man is promised greater success in other regions, where the
ruling stars more closely and friendlily conjoin his own?"
"Your mind leaps obstacles and homes to the truth," Navel said approvingly.
"Many times has it been made clear that a man's fortune lies best in places ruled by
his Ascendant, as witness, for example, those who are advised to take to the sea, or to
southern lands...."
"Intoxication!"
Travis cried out happily, "then is our goal made known.
Consider: from your poor natal horoscope, in this city, this land, no fortune arises.
You doom yourself, with Lappy, by remaining here.
But what business is this?
Seek you not better times?
Could you not go forth to another place, and so become people of gravity, of substance,
of moment?"
The girl regarded for a moment, puzzled, then caught his point and shook her head sadly.
"Odd man, without profit.
You misconstrue.
Such as we, my brother and I, are not condemned by place, but by twistings of the character.
My natal Huck, retrograde in the tenth, gives an untrustworthy, criminous person.
It would be so here, there, anywhere.
My pattern is set.
Such travels as you describe are for those who conflict only with place.
I, and my brother, it is our sad fortune to conflict with all."
"But this is the core," Travis insisted.
"The conflict is with Mert!
Consider, such travail as is yours stems from the radiations of Huck, of Weepen, of Scharb.
But should you remove yourself beyond their reach, across great vastnesses of space to
where other planets subtend—and in their alien radiation extinguish and nullify those
of Huck—what fortune comes then?
What rises, what leaps in joy?"
The girl sat speechless, staring at Travis with great soft eyes.
The boy Lappy, who until that moment had been grinning happily over the news that his laws
were true, suddenly understood what Travis was saying and let his mouth fall open.
But the girl sat without expression.
Then, to Travis' dismay, a slow dark look of disgust came over her face.
"This," she said ominously, "this smacks of vetching."
The word fell like a sudden fog.
Lappy, who had begun to smile, cut it sharply off.
Travis, remembering what vetching meant to these people, gathered his forces.
"Woman," he said bitingly, "you speak in offense, but with patience and kindness I heal your
insult.
I control my choler, but my blood flows hot, therefore fasten your tongue.
Tell me not that I have overvalued you, for your brain is clear, your courage thick.
Wherefore speak of vetch?
What vetch is there in travel?
He vetches who leaves a certainty for another certainty, who attempts to avoid his starry
fate.
But you go from a certain end to an end not certain at all, to places of dark mystery,
of grim foreboding.
It may be that you perish, or pain in the extreme, as well as gain fortune.
The end is not clear.
This then is not vetching.
Now retreat your words, and reply to me as one does to a friend, a companion, one who
seeks your good."
He sat tautly while the girl thought it out.
Eventually she dropped her eyes in submission and he sighed inwardly with relief.
It was accomplished.
He would have to shore it up perhaps with a little elaboration, but it was accomplished.
Ten minutes later he was standing free and unbound in the passageway.
It was just barely in time.
Down the round dark tunnel two men came.
Navel stopped gingerly over the bodies and gazed at Travis with awestruck admiration.
"A rare skill," she murmured, "they did flip and gyrate as dry leaves in the wind."
"Observe then," Travis said ominously, inspecting meanwhile the long slash down his arm with
which Tude had nearly gotten him "and learn.
And in the future receive my words with planetary respect."
"I will."
"And I," added Lappy, shaken.
"Fair.
Bright.
Now attend.
How lies the path?"
"Through more such as these, I fear.
This place in which we trouble lies at a dead end.
We must proceed through great halls where many sit waiting, ere we arrive at the light."
"No other way?
Think now."
"None."
Travis sighed.
"And they talk about luck.
Well boy," he turned to Lappy, "give me your blunderbuss.
Obtain that one's knife"—he indicated the sleeping Tude—"and let us carve our way
out into the sunshine."
But as it turned out, the getting free was much easier than he had anticipated.
There was only one band, the girl's own, between them and the opening, and these had fortunately
just finished their evening meal when Travis stalked, black, gaunt and murderous, out of
the tunnel into their large round room.
Part of it was the surprise, part of it was the sudden knowledge that big Tude and the
other man had already tried to stop him, but most of it was simply the look of him.
He was infinitely ready.
They were not, had no reason to be, and they took it automatically for granted that a man
this confident must have the stars behind him.
They regarded him thoughtfully as he went on by.
No one moved.
They were a philosophical people.
When he had gone, taking the boy and girl with him, they discussed it thoroughly.
Out under the sky at last it was pitch black and the stars were shining.
Travis realized that he had been in the sewer almost a full 24 hours.
That meant that the eclipse was done, tomorrow would be a good day.
There was not much time.
He commandeered the first carriage to come by, routing three elegantly dressed but unwarlike
young men who fled in terror.
He saw with relief that they thought him only another sewer rat, for if word of an Earthman
robbing the local citizens ever got out there would be hell to pay, and in addition to his
other troubles he could not abide that.
He told Navel to head for the field where old 29 rested.
Thoroughly bushed and beginning now to feel a woeful hunger, he sat back to brood.
At the ship young Trippe greeted him with haggard astonishment.
He jumped forward joyfully.
"Trav!
By jig, Trav, I thought we'd lost you.
Old Dolly's over at the local police sta—" He stopped abruptly and stood slack-jawed
as Navel and Lappy clambered fearfully through the lock.
Travis glanced back.
No spectators.
Good.
"Now what in the sweet silly name—" Trippe began, but Travis stopped him.
"Russ, be a good kid.
See if you can get me something to eat.
Haven't had a bite in 24 hours."
"Sure, Trav, sure, only—what's with the Lower Depths here?"
"You might show them the showers," Travis grinned.
"Or at least turn on the air conditioning.
But listen, anything new on the contract?"
Trippe's face fell.
"Not a thing.
Even worse.
Let me tell you.
But ho, the food."
He dashed off.
Travis collapsed into a chair.
A few moments later Trippe came back bearing food, but his eyes by now had begun to penetrate
the dirt of the girl, and he stood watching her, bemused.
Then suddenly he began to look happier than he had in several days.
Travis told him briefly what had happened in the sewer, also about the brains of Lappy.
Trippe was impressed.
But he continued to regard the girl.
"Well," Travis said, munching, "fill me in on what's been going on.
The eclipse come off?"
Trippe jerked.
He focussed on Travis unhappily.
"Oh boy, did it come off.
Wait'll you hear.
Listen, you know the way it is now, I think they're going to kick all Earthmen off this
planet.
The M.C. says we may have to leave and come back a hundred years from now.
Not anybody going to get a contract now."
"What happened?"
"Well, you wouldn't believe it.
You have to understand these people's astrology.
You know the little moon these people have—Felda, they call it—it's only a tiny thing, really
only a few hundred yards wide.
Well, when the Mapping Command first came by here they set down on that Moon and set
up a listening post before landing, you know, the way they always do, to size up the situation
through telescopes, radio, all that.
Mostly they just orbit but this time they landed.
God knows why.
And took off again, naturally, throwing in the star drive.
So today the eclipse comes off all right, but it comes off late."
He could not help smiling.
"You see what happened.
A star drive is a hell of a force.
It altered the orbit of the moon.
Not enough to make any real difference, just a few hours a year, only minutes a day, but
boy, you want to hear these people howl.
And I guess you can see their point.
Every movement that damn moon makes is important to them, they know where it should be to the
inch.
And now not only is it slightly off course, but so is every ephemeris printed on Mert.
And they have them printed up, I understand, for the next thousand years.
Which runs into money.
We offered to pay, of course, but paying isn't going to help.
It seems we've also messed up interpretations, predictions, the whole doggone philosophy.
Oh it's a real ding dong.
But contract?
Not in a million years."
Travis sighed.
That seemed to put the cap on it, all right.
After all, when you start pushing people's moons around, where will it end?
He brooded, his appetite gone.
But he made a last effort.
"Did you discover anything at all we could use?"
"Nope.
Not a thing.
I finally figured the only thing to do was work on the astrology end of it, you know,
maybe we could argue about interpretations.
These people love to argue about interpretations.
But no soap.
It's too complicated.
To learn enough even to argue would take a couple of years.
And besides Unico is here, and also Randall, and they all have the same idea.
Anyway, I don't think it would work.
The eclipse is too definite.
You can't argue the eclipse."
"Well," Travis said with approval, "you were on the right track.
You did what you could.
At least we got something out of the deal."
He indicated Lappy, who was at that moment fervidly examining the interior of the viewscreen.
Trippe nodded, but his eyes were on Navel.
"By jing," he said suddenly, "your luck holds good, no matter what.
I never saw the beat of it—"
"Luck?"
Travis fumed, "what luck?"
"Look, Trav, what else could you call it?
You fall in a sewer, you come up with Isaac Newton and a gorgeous doll.
It's uncanny, that's what it is, uncanny."
Travis lapsed into wordless musing on Navel, planets, people.
Come to think of it, he thought, it is uncanny.
At that moment there was a pounding on the lock.
Travis quickly shooed Navel and Lappy into hiding, then cautiously went to the door.
He relaxed.
It was Ed Horton.
"I saw you come back, Trav.
Mighty glad.
But I knew you'd make it.
Old Pat Travis always comes through.
Aint that right, Pat?"
He tottered in the doorway.
Travis caught the sweet scent of strong brew.
He stepped forward to help him but Horton stood up grandly, waving him away.
His mouth creased in an amiable grin.
"Diomed," he announced proudly, "is a nine planet system."
After which he fell backwards out of the door.
Trav ran to the door, stared down into the dark.
Horton sat upright at the foot of the ladder.
"Sall right ole buddy.
Dint mean to stay.
Only thought you'd like to know natural sci-yen-tiffy fack.
Diomed is nine plan' system."
He rose on wobbly but cheerful legs.
"No favoritism there, hey?
Science.
I just tell you a fack, you take it from there.
No favoritism tall."
He lurched away mumbling cheerily, his obligation fulfilled.
Travis stared after him, wheels turning in his brain.
Fack?
A nine planet system.
It jelled slowly, then broke.
Nine planets.
The key.
He turned slowly on Trippe, his eyes swivelling like twin dark cannon.
"What's he say?"
Trippe said, half-smiling.
"Boy, he was sure—"
"Did you know this was a nine planet system?"
"Why ... sure, Trav.
But what—"
"And did you take the trouble to examine their astrology?"
"Certainly.
What the heck—"
"And you call it luck."
Travis sighed, then broke into a radiant grin.
"Why there's your bloomin' answer, you sad silly dreamin'—there's your bloomin' answer!"
He sailed over to a drawer, grabbed a batch of fresh contracts, then flashed toward the
door.
"Hold the fort," he bawled over his shoulder, "break out a big bottle and small glasses!
We got a contract, lad, we got a contract!"
He vanished triumphantly into the night.
Old 29 was homing.
Travis felt the great soft peace of deep space close over him.
All was right with the world.
A clean and sparkling Navel, well-bathed now and almost frighteningly beautiful, sat worshipfully
at his feet dressed in a pair of Dahlinger's pajamas.
Both Trippe and Dahlinger were regarding him with wonder and delight, and as he sat gazing
down at them fondly he recalled with pleasure the outraged faces of the men from Unico,
that robber outfit.
"Pat Travis," he chuckled, patting the fat contract in his pocket, "the luckless Pat
Travis rides again."
He turned an eye on the staring Trippe.
"My boy," he said paternally, "speaks me no speaks about luck, from this day forth.
All the material was in your hands, there was no luck involved.
All you had to do was use it."
"But Trav, I still don't get it.
I've been thinkin' all night, all the while you were gone...."
"The planet Pluto," Travis said evenly, "was discovered by Earthmen, finally, in the year
1930.
At that time we were approximately 300 years ahead, technologically, of the people of Mert.
A similar case exists for Neptune, which was not discovered, although adequate telescopes
had long been in use, until 1846."
He paused and gazed happily around.
"Does the light dawn?"
"Holy cow!"
"Exactly.
Diomed is a nine planet system.
For which 'fack' thank old Ed Horton, who returned a favor done many years ago.
Luck?
Only if doing favors for people is lucky.
Which I suppose you could make a case for.
But in the astrology of Diomed III—an astrology I took great pains to understand—how many
planets are considered?
Let us examine.
Rym, Fors, Lyndal, Bonken, Huck, Weepen, and Sharb.
And then there are also the two 'lights,' that is, the sun and the moon.
But how many planets are there?
Counting Mert as one, add them up.
It comes out eight.
Not nine.
Eight.
But Diomed is a nine planet system.
Bless Ed Horton.
What happened to the missing planet?"
Dahlinger whooped.
"They didn't know they had one!"
Travis grinned.
"With surety.
They didn't know it existed.
If they had their astrology would certainly have shown it.
So it had obviously, like our own Pluto at a similar time, never been discovered."
He paused once again while Dahlinger and Trippe regarded him with delight.
"And you," Trippe said, "you showed them where it was."
Travis clucked.
"I did not.
For one thing, I didn't know where it was.
I simply told him, very regretfully, that there was one, but the situation being what
it was, I couldn't allow him to use our telescopes to plot its orbit.
Unless, you see, there existed a concrete agreement between us.
"I added that I had heard that Earthmen would shortly be leaving his planet.
Very unhappily I told him he could not expect to produce a telescope of the necessary power
within at least the next hundred years.
And even then, it would be many more years before they actually found it.
I was very sorry about the whole business, so I just thought I'd drop by to offer my
regrets."
"And he leaped at the chance."
"No.
You rush to conclusions.
He did not leap at the chance.
He sat very quietly thinking about it.
It was a gruesome sight.
I could sympathize with him.
On the one hand he had us, the unknown, moon-moving Us, with which he wanted no traffic whatever.
But on the other side there was the knowledge of that planet moving all unwatched out in
the black, casting down its radiations, be they harmful or good, and no way to know in
what sign the thing was, or what house, or what effect it would have on him, was having
on him, even as he sat there.
Oh he struggled, but I knew I had him.
He signed the contract.
I think I may say, that it is among the most liberal contracts we have ever signed."
There was a long moment of silence in the ship.
The young men sat grinning foolishly.
"So let me hear no more about luck," said Travis firmly.
"In the future, sons, put your shoulders to the wheel...."
But the attention of the two was already wandering.
They were both beginning to gaze once more upon the lovely Navel, who was quite shyly
but very womanly gazing back.
He saw Trippe look at Dahlinger, Dahlinger glare at Trippe, their hackles rising.
He looked down at Navel in alarm.
Born to cause trouble?
Oh no, he thought abruptly, seeing a whole new world beginning to open up, oh no, oh
no....
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hey everyone is Van here today I'm
here some more Super Mario 3d World and
today we are here with world 5 last time
we started World five and we ended off
on tricky trapeze whatever tricky
trapeze da Terr and i forgot to change
to toad because that's who we're going
to play as this time anyways let's do
this
very very nice effect of having to wait
there he goes for speedrunning okay see
all these guys ok now we have the
boomerang here which once again last
time was able with the first time we
showed us off see how many we can get
out of there Claire yup but anyways
pretty much you just throw us you would
expect a boomerang who comes back to you
and yeah it's very very creative
concepts by Nintendo area now what is
the creative concept is not falling off
the edge but the things that you just
saw me swinging on
ok I was not expecting that to have them
are you kidding me no that's so dumb ok
I think I have to jump on that thing
right as i get down
wow this is literally great
ok this time we are just going to jump
on this
there we go right away because I think
that's what you're supposed to do I
don't think there's any other way to
second that
stop okay i want that give me go back
I'm sorry I need to do this you know I
just kind of need that thing up there
there's a thing up there so I kind of
need it
there we go ok now let's jump out of it
while we're getting lucky
ok come on jump
there we go jump every help ok cool we
got at that time not surprised actually
i am surprised cuz ya didn't get any
other tops and we're halfway through the
web already that is actually surprising
I think i'm honestly getting kinda like
a bit i'm trying to go too fast with
some of these levels and really but
that's not the way to do it
sometimes you just gotta take your time
you know I'm just trying to rush rushing
is not the way to go though
wait a second there's a thing over here
it goes i heard coins
I'll points so special why can't you
give me a one up for something more
useful when I guess it's not that big an
accomplishment but whatever your just
racing against the clock really there we
go got a clear pipe and I believe sir I
think I saw captain told up there but I
don't know and come on
there we go can we get up yet knew it
haha gotcha
also I just had this very special huh
the fire flower something i could have
gotten any other time of the day
somewhere somewhere else
whatever still more useful than what
I've probably got out of that damn thing
what's down here is supplied full
somehow i missed two stars in there I
don't know where the heck they were
hey there we go we got that other green
star like that okay
actually I don't really see any point in
going back and getting that power up
yeah at this current time I really need
to stop trying to be cool because I
gotta get get over the fact that I'm
just never going to be cool you know I
was cool music and big thing there they
did but besides that was pretty much the
only cool thing about that I kept
messing up everything now so yeah I'm
not even gonna ask and you agree but
that means posted I wish I did I will be
able to one of editing the video
that's the nice thing about videos you
can rewind them so if you didn't see
what i said you can just rewind it
it also gives me more audience time and
you guys should also hit the bell below
subscribe button check the box and make
sure you're notified of every video on
my channel anyways besides the complete
me telling you to get notified over
every video we're unlocking this which
cost 80 stars and is backstreet foster
and we all remember this one actually I
think of course that's a good one to
show toad onto because you know
we have time limit
okay let's see here double cherry we're
gonna try to get as many stars as we can
as you'll shoot do we just missed the
opportunity to get half the stars or is
it just like our man I really much that
of whatever I don't care at this point I
really don't care we're just going to do
it
swoosh okay reverse swoosh land that was
actually really done i don't like about
stage I guess part of it is because we
have a time limit
it's more for collectible purposes i
think but i really don't want to go back
to it just for collectibles I can see
what like hardcore players want to but
I'm great mushroom so useful kind of
like the first time I played I think I
went back and got every single thing in
the game because i wanted to unlock
something at the end of the game that
you can only get when you get everything
so yeah
let's see here this guy charged and
Chuck blockade is back
great very creative name Tendo charging
truck blockade is back
add that is back at the end of it is a
full meal of oh yeah and just add two
more of these guys makes a brand-new
somebody area i want that was easy
this game is actually like easy right
now I don't know why it's so easy but it
is easy i will say that that pussy stamp
is pretty cute though i just i do gotta
say that
only have three more levels save
complete everything else also that no
okay whatever strong Savannah all this
one okay yes this one I do remember in
this one I know I do like so yeah good
with do it
ok i just love for one thing I just love
how this one looks that's the first
thing about it is there any yeah you to
connect the sign for gotta build up got
him extra super bill that's nice
let's go this way in case there are any
stars or anything i'm single haha
there's a star right there why I know it
why do I know it is it because i'm a
master of the gamers it just because i
use packs prolly cuz i'm packing right
I'll come on tell you stuff
oh my god
while apparently I can't get up this
wall to save my life so or i can just do
it the simple way you know
Aereo go there we go nice i guess
otherwise we could have just fallen down
the wall right here and that would have
done that to about jeez and it was not
expecting that I was about to die
hey it's one of these cool all this is
good
there we go thats what its intended for
nice and now we have this little point
as the grass renders onto the strange i
love doing this that that's actually
really satisfying that's also outside is
fine
that's extremely satisfying actually out
there clocked over there there's really
no point for those clocks
ok let's see what's this pretty princess
want
okay well we can see the goals of the
that's pretty much what we can do there
ok so one thing I think I do remember is
we can go down there right pretty here
we can go down here knew it
there's a stamp right here just wait for
him to come around we can grab this in
the process body you want to come over
please thanks just going to grab that
stamp off your back because yeah i'll
just get that stamp right off the back
anything else around here like that
should be
ok up
is that a green star no that's just a
powerup ok don't ask i didn't know that
because I really don't know
well there it is we can get the last
star that's all I know
shoot ok come on it
got it there we go yes nice stereo made
the top of cycle to a type that's how
nobody says that anymore
that's so 2016 this video I think this
video is going up in 2017
yeah okay now I definitely cannot use
2016 means i cannot dab anymore so
technically on this video is going out
2017 so technically it's not 2017 2061
recording this but let's not go off of
technicalities because dogs people
sometimes haha it's a flip switch thing
and let's do this boring one first bombs
who blows oh it's this one
ok I mean this one's cool too it's not
bad
oh yeah there we go that's kind of cool
i like that concept who write C and
that's kind of cool we can see the
invisible block there and all that guide
i kinda grab this guy we can follow that
up
nice ah this is so cool i love this
level actually feel like I'm gonna like
this one the switch point intended
switch
switch puns are so bad
kinda like that video made is called a
big switch I think did I make that video
right
yeah I did I regret everything
there we go second one yeah we still
have a chance to get them all this stamp
is please let me take that area
Hey look who's smart
oh wait forgot we can do that we can
just tap it we can do the cheat it's not
exactly cheap but it's cheap more than
anything it's being cheap more than
sheet i know we can do that too
that's cool sometimes it's just fun
messing with the things the facts area
who one of these things nice get except
this one's kind of different actually
oh this is a pixel Mario is not great
very for me thank also complete this
with my finger believe we get a green
star for doing this right
yeah there it is the last minute are I
feel like if somebody where it was going
to say if somebody wants to get that
clock
are they able to just jump off and kind
of get it back but i guess not gonna
answer my question that this nucleus
right here and grab that and I just
completely filled out that bomb
I wanted to nuclear power up fun but
Sookie power-ups fun i should really
post from mario 3d land again do want to
go again ask for 30 got it easy easy
peasy lemon squeezy
nobody uses that phrase except for me i
mean i can use it cuz ya i'm special
I'm an exception i'm always an exception
i want to use the bomb i can ok i am
done with me verse i'm not going to turn
it off when i'm done with mirrors
that's all I'm going to say ok so we can
get a stamp here and that's a nother
level
oh I forgot that's just ok these two are
just alternate paths but i'm going to
show me where
first let's get the stamp because why
not and then we'll do that one other
level
spritzee princess i hate the prettiest
pretty princess stamps they look so Dom
people way it would probably like feel
like van der to know they're not they
really aren't there just scary and I
just don't like them
I don't know what that means is both
said I'm like overly cautious about
these miracles cakewalk whip
okay well it should be a cakewalk haha
my funny or why
ok so as you guys can see whenever I
jump it flips that's pretty much the
mechanic for the solvent pretty great
so pretty much I just got to control my
jumps be really careful when I jump
and know that they're piranha plants and
don't do that because i forgot about the
jumping ok I will not forget about the
jumping thing this time promise you that
actually I don't promise you that I'll
be a pretty faulty promise because i'm
probably not going to keep it
hey there we go okay come on let's just
shove the total is here let's just do
that that there we go we're all set
boom
well this could be a problem ok let's
just reset here
reset recuperate everything just oh my
god why what why why does this have to
happen to me
oh my God why does the world have to do
so cruel
well drop frames cheese
I don't think I feel like that was not
just the TV i feel like that was this
just the game in general dropping frame
a nice look at this
oh we're GOG ok can I get in here and
will that do
ok well i lost another towed this looks
cool
oh it's one of these things ok if you're
pretty much just do that it's very very
creative shows off the jumping very well
I'm kidding it's not very creative i
mean it its kind created but it doesn't
take much
it literally takes you jumping of your
time it's not that hard time getting out
let's just take this because it doesn't
require jumping in our economies and
cheese that could pose to be a problem
those things are so annoying
ok where the last year of those oh no
they just disappeared on me
come on oh that's really trying to trick
with money trying to mess with like how
am I supposed to end with 2 i'm not even
ask at this point I actually don't care
you know what I can just climb the
flagpole
screw it i'm climbing the flagpole it's
just gonna happen there
we did it boom ba i'm done quick but we
got the fireworks
that's good that's cool i like the
fireworks haha
there we go nice so next time we're
gonna be able to finish off with just
two levels who why why whenever i'm
going to end the video why it always
unlocked one of these stupid piece of
trash
oh my god i don't want to do these I
just do them because they're there i
want to get them over with I can claim
to them look at me I'm a cat meow head
so dumb
let's see what unlucky this I get there
I knew it
goodbye world if I can ever get out
I mean I'm stuck in the box forever I'm
trapped forever forever alone trapped in
the box
I kind of really want to finish up this
world because I just feel like playing
more but you know i guess i'll wait
until next week anyways next time we'll
be doing sister the search like sneak
that one i remember is really cool
it's kind of like a stealth thing
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Regret Prologue [ BTS JIN & BTS JUNGKOOK] - Duration: 2:21.
JK : for 20 years
JK : I hated you,
Jk : I Missed you,
Jk : and watch over you, hyung
Jk : That was the entirety of my 20 years
Jk : are there any chance..
Jk : that we've met some time way before ?
SJ : I don't know
SJ : then, if all of that isn't coincodence..
Jk : It must be fate !
Jk : remember me..
SJ : I'm sorry..
Jk : It's too late
Jk : I was ruined the moment you threw me away
Jk : what are you gonna do about it ?
SJ : I've never abandoned you..
Jk : you didn't look for me !
SJ : I can explain..
Jk : you didn't recognize me
Jk : did you hope I was dead ?
SJ : no, i didn't..
Jk : you didn't even recogniza me..
Jk : Lee Joon Young..
Jk : you told him about him, didn't you ?
SJ : kill me instead..
SJ : the person you really want to kill
SJ : is me..
SJ : isn't it ?
Jk : that's right
Jk : you were my entirety
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(ENG SUB) 161231【大咖Time】 LeoLucas Lie Detector Game - Duration: 6:18.
Trans : JoanWoo Encoding : chocomilk9492 161231【大咖Time】LeoLucas Lie Detector Game
Lucas : Yang Yeming
Leo : Hmm?
Lucas : We got a prop here –lie detector.
Lucas : Pass me that
Lucas : Over there
Leo : You wanna play this??
Leo : How to play this??
Lucas : I don't know either. Put your hand on it.
Leo : Put my hand on??
Lucas : Here... here...
Leo : Place my hand here?
Lucas : No no
Leo : Oh, turn it around?
Lucas : Ya, turn it around
Lucas : You'll get an electric shock if you tell a lie
Lucas : Hahaa.. Yang Yeming's mouth corner twitched
Staff : Put your hand on it for a while so that detector could collect the normal data
Leo : Is this stuff for real?
Staff 1 : Let's try first
Staff 2 : This is to read your normal data first
Leo : Interesting
Lucas : Feels like very high-end
Leo : Can i borrow it?
Staff : Yaowang you must ask him, it's on the weakest level
Staff : No.. don't move your hand away
Leo : You try, i'll ask you question
Lucas : Yeming you try it first
Lucas : Come on try it
Staff : Wait a second
Lucas : Settled?
Leo : It doesn't hurt, right?
Staff 1 : No, just an electric shock
Staff 2 : Yaowang, ask him a question
Lucas : OK. Yeming, do you think yourself handsome?
Leo : Yes
Lucas : Got the electric shock?
Leo : No. Hahaha....
Lucas : How about you say no? Do you think yourself handsome?
Staff : Didn't you feel it?
Leo : No
Staff : Shall we turn it up to stronger level?
Lucas : The strongest level! It doesn't make any difference.
Yeming has a lot of calluses on his hands. Turn it up to stronger level for him
Staff : Oh, Oke
Lucas : Which is the higest level?
Staff : Level 5
Lucas : Lets trun it to level 5 then, take a challenge! hahaha
Lucas : Are you nervous? You look nervous
Staff : Don't move your hand away
Leo : I didn't
Leo : Ask me again
Staff : Ask something else
Lucas : Ok, i'll change one
Yeming, do you think i'm handsome?
Leo : Yes
Lucas : You lied!
Leo : Did i?
Staff : How did you answer?
Leo : I said yes
Lucas : Look, this is the punishment
Staff : Can't find the other two piece (of the lie detector)
Lucas : I don't want to play this, it's terrifying
Lucas : What's the feeling like?
Leo : Electricity... like "bang"?
Lucas : Does it hurt?
Leo : I told the truth, it doesn't work. Lier!
Lucas : Did you tell the truth?
Leo : Truth!
Lucas : You look pretty sincere
Lucas : Maybe you thought of my face and your heart beat faster
so you got the electric shock
Leo : Yes
Leo : Its interesting, we can play it for two hours
Lucas : I don't want to play this
Leo : We can play this for two hours
Trans : JoanWoo Encoding : chocomilk9492
Leo : Here we go. This is the lie detector, you know
Lucas : Do you know how to play it? Do you know...
Leo : You! Close your crotch! Lucas : Do you know how to use it?
Lucas : Do you know how to use it?
Leo : Sure, put your hand on it
Lucas : Do you know it i don't tell you?
Lucas : Ok, press it first...
forget it
Lucas : I'll press it by myself
Lucas : Feel like abusing myself
Leo : Ok, do you think...
Lucas : Its not started yet
do you know how to play this on earth?
Lucas : You are shooting my nostrils again! So tired... I have to find the angel by myself, 45°.
Leo : 1st question,1st question
Leo : Do you think Yang Yeming is handsome?
Lucas : Press it first
Yes!
(The detector runs)
Lucas : See?
Lucas : I told the truth
Leo : It went wrong
Leo : 3 stars, what does it mean?
Leo : Now, 2nd question
Lucas : Why shooting my nostrils!
Leo : You look good in every angel
don't care about how others think
Leo : Well, 2nd question
Leo : Do you think you act well (as an actor)?
no, do you think Yang Yeming acts well?
Lucas : Does Yang Yeming act well?
Leo : Right
Lucas : Yes
Lucas : You see how sincere i am
do you feel guilty?
Leo : Is this machine for real?
Lucas : Feel guilty? the detector is definiltely for real
Leo : Do you feel guilty Yang Yeming?
Leo : Let me ask another question
Lucas : Go ahead, last question
Leo : Okay
Lucas : Last chance
Leo : What do you want me to ask?
Lucas : I don't want you to ask me anything
Leo : Do you think you spent a good time with Yang Yeming in Taiwan and Korea? Hahaaa
Lucas : Yes
Lucas : Why? You didn't have a good time Yang Yeming? You don't feel happy?
Leo : Happy~
Lucas : You don't think its happy?! Come here, you answer it
Leo : Happy, how could it be unhappy?
this.. this.. next
the machine is good
Lucas : Put your fingers on
Leo : I did
Lucas : You need to touch it, a question for you
Leo : Yes
Lucas : Try lying first to see how it reacts
Yang Yeming, do you think yourself tall?
Leo : Yes
Lucas : Wait, let me press it first
now answer
Leo : Yes, i'm tall
Lucas : Come on, tell a lie
Leo : Oh!
Lucas : Its only attack you and never attack me
Leo : Whats wrong with this machine?
Lucas : This is my baby, i'll give it a name and take it home
Could you sell this to me?
Leo : You guys did this on purpose? Did you manipulate it?
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