This Island Earth Page #2

Unit no. 16."

"A catherimine tube with

an endiom complex of +4."

What are they talking about? I

don't know, but this outfit has them.

This isn't paper.

It's some kind of metal.

"Interocitor incorporating

planetary generator."

"Interocitor with

volterator... with astroscope."

Here's something my wife

could use in the house:

"an interocitor incorporating

an electron sorter."

Although she'd probably gain 20 pounds

while it did all the work for her.

According to this, there's

no limit to what it can do.

Laying a four-lane highway at a

mile a minute would be a cinch.

Cal, maybe we've

been working too hard.

"Complete line of

interocitor parts...

incorporating greater advances than

hitherto known in the

field of electronics."

What exactly is an

interocitor? I don't know...

and I don't want to know. Well, I do.

I want to know what it is

and what it does.

Order the list of parts on these

pages. How we gonna build it?

These symbols... they're

like a foreign language.

Anyway, we don't know

the address.

You ordered the condensers

from supreme by teletype. Yeah.

Which means that somebody intercepted

that order and sent us those beads.

Here, try it again.

You're too darn smart.

I may be the dumbest man who

ever walked this Earth, Joe.

Here's the invoice.

No charge and no address.

Listen to this:
"No interocitor

part can be replaced.

Bear this in mind

while assembling."

Well, let's

start unpacking.

There's 2,486 parts.

Each part is cross-indexed

into a symbol pattern.

Shouldn't be too hard at

all. Sure. A snap, maestro.

Only, uh,

where do we start?

Right here.

You know what

my kids would say:

"Dig this crazy,

mixed-up plumbing."

Plug it in, Joe.

We'll see what happens.

Now what do I do? Clear

your screen, please.

- You... can hear me?

- Of course.

Use the intensifier disk,

the one in your hand.

Place it in position

on your right.

Now turn the control

You have successfully accomplished

your task, Dr. Meacham.

You've assembled an interocitor, a

feat of which few men are capable.

- Who are you?

- I'm called Exeter.

I'm a scientist, like yourself.

Shall we say a... a colleague.

My colleagues don't materialize out of

strange machines. They're flesh and blood.

So am I, Dr. Meacham,

as I hope you'll soon find out,

although I admit at the moment,

I do appear immaterial.

I represent a group which is seeking

scientists of exceptional ability.

All prospects must pass an aptitude

test, which you've just done.

I'm flattered,

only I don't remember

applying for any job.

You didn't. I beg your

pardon, Mr. Wilson.

Your camera will pick up

nothing but black fog.

Images on the interocitor don't

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