As he lifted his arm, the twenty thousand tons of tin Sépelora lifted a foot off the ground and began moving steadily forward beside him. He carried it along easily. heading toward a section of wasteland half a mile away.
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By the time they reached the Sépelora, Michla had picked up his strange plow and was busy at the far end of the field. Derek fumbled his way into the ship and began switching on the strain gauges while Kayel watched. There was no evidence of harm.
“Antigravity!” The physicist’s voice was an awed whisper. “I always thought it was impossible with less than tons of equipment! And generated in the whole of the ship at once!”
Derek swung to face Siryl, but she was recovering and there was no humility in her. “Hypnotism, you mean! They must have worked on us while we slep
