 How old is the Sand God, mentally?
He touched the pencil-line scar behind his ear where the cylinder was buried, marveling at the power stored there, power to fling him from earth to this fourth planet of the Centaurian system in an instant. A gray, funnel-shaped cloud of dust stood off to his left. He was here and Earth was somewhere up there. The sun burned fiercely, although he would have said it was about four o'clock in the afternoon, if this had been Earth. He was here to investigate, to determine if this planet was capable of supporting life. He examined the wind devil as closely as he dared, but it was composed only of grains of sand. But then, how could a group of loosely spaced grains of sand possibly have a nervous system? He became so absorbed in doing this that he failed to notice how the wind devil drew closer and closer, but when he inhaled the first grains of sand, the realization of what was happening dawned with a flash of fear. But up to now the tube and the chain was the only evidence of an advanced technology, unless the ancient inscriptions in the stone wall of the pool, and the statues lining the wall were evidences. One of the women came toward him, long golden hair flowing, firm breasts dipping slightly at each step. It is impossible to move a physical body from one place to another by a mere thought and a tiny instrument, yet you have done so. These are the undesirables, the incorrigibles, the nonconformists from the sixth planet.
 Nine years
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