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It is a science fiction short story by Robert Silverberg first published in 1957. The story is a science fiction novel set in a future where humanity has colonized another planet and tells the story of a suicide bomber and a race against time to prevent disaster.
Robert Silverberg is an American science fiction novelist, mainly known for his science fiction and fantasy works. He was born in New York on January 15, 1935, and has been actively publishing his work since the late 1950s. His works are notable for their variety of subjects and styles, especially works such as "Dialect Hippopotamus" and "The Editor of Time."
Robert Silverberg is a science fiction writer who has published numerous novels, short stories, and collected novels over a period of more than 60 years. His works span a variety of periods and subjects, some of which leave a deep impression on readers with their realistic and human aspects.
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Summary
"Thank you for permitting me to come to your office," said the Damakoi, very politely.
"Sit down," I said, and glanced at the instruments on my hidden desk panel. With a member of the most fanatically dangerous race in the Galaxy sitting across from me, I didn't feel like taking chances.
Every non-radiating detector we had was focussed on the blue-skinned being before me, and every meter showed that the alien was harmless. Which didn't necessarily mean anything, of course?Holdreth Khain of Damak could easily have had something else up his sleeve. It was my job to make sure that whatever it might be, it wouldn't work.