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The Ghost Standard William Tenn Remember the adage of the old English legal system: Let justice be done though the heavens fall? Well, was justice done in this case? You have three entities here. An intelligent primate from Sol III—to put it tech-nically, a human. An equally intelligent crustacean from Procyon VII—in other words, a sapient lobstermorph. And a computer of the Malcolm Movis omicron beta design, intelligent enough to plot a course from one stellar system to another and capable of matching most biological minds in games of every sort, from bridge to chess to double zonyak. Now—add a shipwreck. A leaky old Cascassian freighter comes apart in deep space. I mean quite literally comes apart. Half the engine segment explodes off, the hull develops leaks and begins to collapse, all those who are still alive and manage to make it to lifeboats get away just before the end. In one such lifeboat you have the human, Juan Kydd, and the lobstermorph, Tuezuzim. And, of course, the Malcolm Movis computer—the resident pilot, navi-gator and general factotum of the craft. Kydd and Tuezuzim had known each other for more than two years. Computer programmers of roughly the same level of skill, they had met on the job and had been laid off together. Together they had decided to save money by traveling on the sca-brous Cascassian freighter to Sector N-42B5, where there were rumored to be many job opportunities available. They were in the dining salon, competing in a tough hand of double zonyak, when the disaster occurred. They helped each other scramble into the lifeboat. Activating the computer pilot, they put it into Far Communication Mode to search for rescu-ers. It informed them that rescue was possible no sooner than twenty days hence, and was quite likely before thirty. Any problems? The lifeboat had air, fuel, more than enough water. But food... It was a Cascassian freighter, remember. The Cascassians, of cours