id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
29132	Dick, Philip K.	The Gun			.txt	text/plain	4992	690	98	"Let me look," Tance the archeologist said. "Please turn the ship," Nasha said excitedly. "The gun that fired the projectiles survived," Nasha said. "Look," Dorle said suddenly. Nasha looked up at Dorle. "They probably have seen the ship itself," Tance said. said, "Nasha, you know, I think we're being watched. "The gun," Nasha said. "You see," Dorle said, "it noticed the rock, as soon as I threw it up in "I understand about the rock," Nasha said, nodding. "And by that time we'll be dead," Nasha said bitterly. "There must have been hundreds of guns like this," Dorle murmured. "Dorle, you said the gun was here to keep the enemy off. "All right," Dorle said abruptly. "Pictures," Nasha said. "Let's go, then," Nasha said. "What are you thinking?" Dorle said. "When we come back we won't find the gun waiting for us," Nasha said. "Then let's go," Dorle said.	./cache/29132.txt	./txt/29132.txt