IN THIS LAST SURMISE, Citizen Germyn was wrong. Or was he? True, no other human eyes saw the flawed-glass thing that twisted the air over Boyne’s prostrate body, but there was, in a sense, another witness ... some thousands of miles away.
The Pyramid on Mount Everest “stirred.”
It did not move, but something about it moved, or changed, or radiated. The Pyramid surveyed its—cabbage patch? Wristwatch mine? As much sense, it may be, to say wristwatch patch or cabbage mine. At any rate, it surveyed what to it was a place where intricate mechanisms grew, ripened and were dug up at the moment of usefulness, whereupon they were quick-frozen and wired into circuits.
Through signals perceptible to it, the Pyramids had become “aware” that one of its mechanisms was now ready to be plucked—harveste
