The windshields were black and opaque. They
lay horizontally on the floor of the hangar, all pointed toward the
airlock.
"Beautiful! Just gorgeous!" exclaimed Mark. As he approached the alien
craft he noted that the hull was not merely colored, but patterned. "Oh
my! Look at this!"
Joe and Zip were right behind Mark and came over to see what the big
Starman was showing them. The hulls were not only beautifully colored,
but showed evidence of leaf patterns. Subtle gradations in color gave
the impression that the ships were almost camouflaged-that they could
land in a deep forest and become almost invisible.
"This is a work of art, a work of genius!" exclaimed Joe.
"How do you get in?" asked Zip, looking for a door. He was running his
hands over the surface. There was no sign of a doorway, no seal or join
anywhere he could see or feel. He could see his reflection in the side
of the spacecraft as if he were looking into a still pool in a forest.
"So close, yet so far," said Mark. "Here are ships, there is an
airlock, but we're not any closer to escaping than we were before."
"This'll take some time," said Joe, with a grimace. "It's probably
voice-activated, like the computer screens below." The company had
passed large computer screens regularly on their trek through the power
plant.
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