 Who does Click refer to as the “Big Producer?”
For Click and Irish were marooned on the pirate's asteroid—their only weapons a single gun and a news-reel camera. Click Hathaway's camera was loaded and he stood there listening to it rack-spin film between his fingers, and he knew he was getting a damned sweet picture of everything that was happening. Click Hathaway felt the ship move under him like a sensitive animal's skin. Hathaway only knew he was picked up and hurled against a lever-bank, and that Marnagan wasn't long in following, swearing loud words. A sweeter one still of Marnagan beating hell out of the controls and keeping his words to himself until just now. Hathaway felt himself grabbed; he and Marnagan rattled around—human dice in a croupier's cup. They stood in the middle of a pocked, time-eroded meteor plain that stretched off, dipping down into silent indigo and a rash of stars. "It's not proof we need now, Click. Oh, God, this would make great news-release stuff if we ever get back to Earth. I.P.'s Irish Marnagan, temporarily indisposed by a pirate whose dirty face has never been seen, Gunther by name, finally wins through to a triumphant finish. Photographed on the spot, in color, by yours truly, Click Hathaway. After that—right or wrong—you'll be Cosmic Films prettiest unmoving, unbreathin' genius. "Gravity should not act this way, Click." Click's voice gasped it out, as Marnagan squeezed his two-hundred-fifty pounds beside him. You're doing nothing but sitting, looking like a little boy locked in a bedroom closet, so take me a profile shot of the beasties and myself." Montage. Click took them all, those shots, not saying anything. When Click finished filming, Irish sat down to save oxygen, and used it up arguing about Gunther. Click came back at him: "Gunther drew us down here, sure as Ceres! So what's the best weapon, which dispenses with losing valuable, rare ships and a small bunch of men? Super-gravity and a couple of well-tossed meteors. From it, Gunther strikes unseen; ships simply crash, that's all. "People crashing here die from air-lack, no food, or from wounds caused at the crackup. Looks like accidental death instead of murder, if the Patrol happens to land and finds us. Self-developing film. Inserting the film-tongue into a micro-viewer in the camera's base, Click handed the whole thing over.
 A Higher Power or God
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