Green wartle rivers whack throw the ball at him, easy now....
God, I hate those earthmen._

"I'll practice," Walt made Calvin say. He made Calvin hold the ball
stationary. Then the contact between their minds was broken.

"Who did that?" Calvin demanded. "I'll hit him and break all his bones!"

Forential smiled sadly at Calvin and withdrew.

"It's nearly time," a mutant rejoiced. "God, I hate them, every one of
them."

The mutants instinctively began forming their minds for the death
radiation.

"They'll issue the rods shortly," Walt said.

Hatred blazed on Calvin's face. He had already forgotten about the
contact a moment before. "I will kill them even without a rod."

"The radiation isn't lethal unless we have something to focus it with,
remember that."

"With my hands!" Calvin cried happily. "I will kill them with my hands!"

Sweat beaded John's face. "There will be enough of killing."

_It will be great pleasure to hunt them down._

_They will kill some of us_, Walt thought back. And, to himself: I wish
I could be afraid.

_Not me!_ Calvin thought joyously. It was uncertain when Calvin could
telepath. _Not me!_

_They have powerful weapons, too. Atom bombs, they are called. It will
not be easy to kill them all._ This thought came as a reminder from one
of the aliens.

Calvin moved his powerful hands. "I can kill them all by myself."

* * * * *

The smaller compartment, itself, was huge. To the left lay the
hydroponics tanks, and to the right, the mutants' cubicles. In the
center of the compartment was the games space where the mutants boxed
and wrestled and exercised with weights. The walls of each cubicle were
so designed as to produce the illusion of great distances. The mutants
would be required to face vast open spaces, and their cubicles partially
conditioned them for the experience. Huge as their world was, it was
miniscular compared to the one that would confront them.

Calvin, sitting beside Walt in Walt's cubicle, was trying to express an
abstract concept.

"... Forential is afraid of earthmen," he said. He puckered his face in
a frown. "I have just thought of that."

"Forential is afraid of everything," Walt said respectfully.

"I remember once when I shoved him he was very afraid. I shouldn't
have," Calvin said, "... it must be wonderful to be afraid."

"He is more advanced than we are."

"We can kill earthmen, though," Calvin said. "He's too afr