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...until they have reached

a serviceable age.

- Serviceable?

- Then I capture them just as you saw.

- I turn them over to the authorities.

- I see.

Thank you.

Ever heard the name Duran Duran?

I know nothing. I live alone on icey

Weir. Such is a catchman's life.

Only in Sogo will you find

the answer to your question.

- Sogo? Is it near?.

- It's just beyond that ice-deck.

Did I see your spacecraft

at the far edge of this lake?

Yes, but I'm afraid it's broken down.

- Magnetic storms ruined my stabilizer.

- Perhaps, I can help.

I'm quite experienced mechanically.

I service and maintain this icecraft.

- If you wish, I'll take you to your ship.

- But there's no wind.

Hold on.

- What a lovely cabin!

- Wind.

I'm so grateful for your help.

How can I ever thank you?

I'm sure my government

would repay you.

If there's anything I can do,

please tell me.

You could let me make love to you.

- Make love?

- Yes.

You don't even know

my psycho-cardiogram.

On earth people don't make love...

...unless their psycho-cardiograms

are in perfect confluence.

You asked me what you could do

for me. And I told you.

All right.

But I don't see what good it will do.

- Do you have any pills?

- Pills?

- Never mind, I have some here.

- What is this pill?

An exaltation transference pill,

of course.

- I know nothing of this.

- I see.

On earth when our psycho-cardiograms

are in harmony for lovemaking...

...we take

an exaltation transference pill.

And remain like this.

Here let me show you.

For one minute or

until full rapport is achieved.

I don't care for that.

This is what I mean...the bed!

That?

But nobody's done that for centuries!

Except the poor who can't afford

the pill or psycho-cardiograms.

- Why not?

- It impedes maximum efficiency.

Also substitutes for ego support

and self-esteem are now available.

- So, you won't do it?

- If you insist, I guess so.

But there's really no point

at all in doing it like this.

- Without your garments, please.

- Oh.

Now I'll have a look at your stabilizers.

Since your garment is torn, help

yourself to my furs, Barbarella.

I think I've found the trouble.

You may proceed now to Sogo.

It's there you will find Duran Duran Jr.

If he still lives...

Good.

Now, Barbarella,

don't you agree with me...

...that in some things,

the old-fashioned ways are best?

What...? Oh, that.

Yes, I must admit it

was rather interesting.

Still, it is distracting.

- Are you coming with me to Sogo?

- No, I prefer the tranquility of Weir.

Sogo is too strict,

the people too dedicated.

Perhaps you'll stop here again...

at the end of your mission.

Yes, perhaps I will...

Well, goodbye. And thanks again...

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