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Investigating the Mystery of the Talking Plant
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        4: On the Scene of a Crime

          After passing through the connecting door to the aliens’ quarters,
        Kaga and Lugo stopped at the reception desk to sign in. A dull brown
        feathery quadruped was on duty,  and Kaga took the  opportunity  to
        ask it a few questions.
          “Do you ever work the night shift?”
          “Oh, I used to,” came the reply through a Languex mounted on the
        desk top.  “But  since  Miss  Woswoot  started  two  months  ago,  my
        seniority enabled me to transfer to the early day shift.”
          Kaga  noticed  an  array  of  signal  lights  and  switches  on  the  desk’s
        elaborate ComSet.  “Did  you  normally  get  a  lot  of  calls  from  your
        guests during the night?’’
          “Sometimes,”  replied  the  avian.  “It  really  depends  on  whether  an
        individual is nocturnal, and, of course, on its own personality. There’s
        always  some  ill-at-ease  creature  who  has  nothing  better  to  do  than
        pester the desk all night—” a buzzer rang loudly— “or day,” it added,
        turning  to  answer  the  call.  The  Languex  switched  from  Galactic
        Standard  English  to  a  stream  of  clicks  and  whistles  as  the  avian
        handled the call.  Lugo motioned to Kaga and they went further into
        the housing structure.
          “Over here we keep all the life-support equipment and materials like
        imported foods for our guests.  Their  rooms  are  along  the  outer  wall;
        special energy needs are supplied by cables and hoses under the floor.
        The  doors  to  the  rooms  are  not  locked,  in  case  of  emergencies;
        nevertheless,  the  habitats  we  create  inside  may  be  sealed  up  in  any
        number of ways by the creatures themselves. Here, let’s have a look at
        Bulakko’s room, since it’s unoccupied now.”
          Lugo touched a large knob on the wall, and a wide door slid open.
        They entered a small anteroom which had a similar portal on its far
        side.  There  was  a  panel  of  display  meters  beside  this  second  entry,
        surmounted by a row of lights.
          “This  is  like  the  airlock  on  a  ship,”  explained  Lugo.  “The  inner
        chamber  is  maintained  constantly  in  a  physical  state  closely
        approximating that of its resident’s home planet.  When  it  is  necessary
        to cross from that into the Pontengan biosphere—or vice versa— the
        transition is made here.  The lights up there indicate when the  door
        may be opened. Once we get the habitat set up, we generally stay out

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