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29177	Williamson, Jack	The Pygmy Planet			.txt	text/plain	9552	792	88	Larry saw an odd-looking lamp, set perhaps ten feet behind the slowly A pygmy planet, spinning in the laboratory like a world in the gulf of brains in mechanical bodies, worshiping a rusty machine like a god--" "We might fly up, in the little plane," Larry proposed, doubtfully. What was it that Agnes had said, of machine-monsters, of It seemed a long time to Larry that the thing stood, motionless, The violet liquid, it came to Larry in his trance of wonder, must take toward the machine of violet-filled crystal and glittering green With green wings outspread, the machine-monster was beating swiftly in the violet ray, an inch from the surface of the little world. the crystal disks, watching the tiny, green-blue planet spinning so As Larry and the plane grew smaller, the relative size of the violet And Larry started forward, trying to remember just what Agnes had	./cache/29177.txt	./txt/29177.txt