Super Trick or Treat System

The roar caused another similar prisoner. Recognize yellow eyes meet yellow eyes. A kind of intelligence, of course, is not the intelligence of the animal that contains it. It resists the ravages of instinct, causing both corpses to be injured by the fastening of the double cage. Curiosity and adaptability have been incorporated into it since ancient times. Then something was added to the cunning brain. A further step has been taken-the fusion of wisdom into cunning, and the connection of thought with instinct.

More than a generation has chosen the barren desert-the "white sand beach" of New Mexico as the testing ground for atomic experiments. Humans may be banned from radiation restrictions; the four-legged and winged natural desert residents cannot do so.

For thousands of years, since the first American Indian tribe patrolling south encountered this tribe, there has been a hunter from a wild country. This is a little cousin of the wolf, whose natural ability remains in the human mind. Under the undeniable impression. He has played or, sometimes a friend, sometimes an enemy in countless Indian legends. Gold is some tribes, and the father of all evils is other tribes. In many stories, the coyote has a stronger position than all other animals.

Driven by civilization into the wasteland and desert, fighting with poisons, guns and traps, the coyote survived and adapted to the new way with all his legendary cunning. Those who once regarded him as a pest reluctantly added to the folklore surrounding him, telling their own stories about robbery traps and skilled escapes. He was still a liar, laughing from the top of the ridge on a full moon night to those who chased him.

Then, towards the end of the twentieth century, the myth was mocked, and the cunning story of the coyote once again began on an alarming scale. In the end, scientists were full of interest in this creature that did seem to show all the abilities of the same name immortalized by the pre-Columbian tribe.

They found that it did break certain closed minds. Because the coyote not only adapted to the white sand country, but also adapted to the white sand country. He has evolved into something smart and cunning that cannot be regarded as an animal, but limited to the scope of beasts. The six cubs were brought back during the first expedition. Their bodies were coyotes and their developmental thinking was different. The grandsons of these cubs are now locked in a cage on the ship, their mutant senses are clever, and the chance of preparing to escape is small. Topaz is given to the eyes and ears of human beings who are not very keen on human beings, and they are not completely under human rule. From the day they opened their eyes, they started with the first wavering steps of the dam, and the people who raised, trained, and worked with them still couldn't understand their intellectual range.

The male snarled again, the fear of his invisible man reached the peak of panic, and his lips wrinkled back in the snarling. He was still squatting on his abdomen, placed on the protective cushion of the cage. But he is now trying to get closer to the door, just like his companion.

Between the animals and the animals in the control room were other animals-40 of them. Their bodies are cushioned and protected by various clever devices known by many people who have placed them on their ears for several weeks. Their minds are moved away from the boat and wandering to places where people have never set foot before. This is a comparison Any solid earth is a more dangerous territory.

The retrograde action brought people back to the past, sending agents to search for mammoths, following the path of Bronze Age merchants, riding with Attila and Genghis Khan, and drawing bows in ancient Egyptian archers. But Rex reminds people of the way of their ancestors, or this is the theory. Those who sleep here and now in cramped boxes lie under the rule of the government, and those who arbitrarily set them can only assume that they were actually rebirth nomads in the vast wilderness of the southwest in the late 18th and early 19th centuries. The life of the nation. For centuries.

Above, the pilot's hand stretched out again, fighting the pressure to reach a specific button. This is also a last-minute supplement, an experiment that was only partially tested. Using it was the last step he could do, and he was half convinced of its uselessness.

With full confidence, he leveled the round of metal with the board of directors with full of hope. What follows is that no one can explain.

On this planet, the missile tracking device flickered on the screen, its brightness was enough to temporarily blind the watchman, and its tracker was off course. When it jumped back to a straight line, it was no longer an efficient sight, even though its bidding did not realize this within an important minute or two.

When the ship that had run out of control headed for Topaz's vertigo spin, the engine fought blindly to stabilize to restore its function. Some succeeded, some swayed in and out of the danger zone, and two failed. In the cab, the three deceased were spinning around in the prison.

James Ruthven.

The orbiting spacecraft is on an irregular path. Slowly, the machine corrected and made a clicking sound, trying to bring it to the landing site of the autopilot. Now, all the creativity in the mechanical brain is concentrated on landing on the earth.

This was not a good landing, but actually a very bad landing, because the sphere hit the side of the mountain, scraped off the rock, and cut off a portion of the outer space. However, the mountain rampart is now located between it and the base where the missile was launched, and the crash has not been recorded on the tracking instrument. According to observers hundreds of miles away, the watchman in the sky has fulfilled his mission as promised. Their first line of defense proved to be satisfactory, and there was no unauthorized landing on Topaz.

In the wreckage of the control room, Ruthwen clasped the soles of his feet with his hanging chair. He stopped trying to suppress Yin, and did everything he could to get rid of him. Time whipped him tightly. He rolled from his seat to the floor, lying there panting, and he struggled stubbornly again to stay above the waves-those fearful, dim waves that were coming.

He crawled in a certain way, crawling along the sloping surface until he climbed the well to the stairs. The lower half hangs, now at an acute angle. It is this angle that helped him to reach new heights.

He was too at a loss to realize the meaning of the crumpled bulkhead. As he walked around the twisted metal, there was a burst of exposed rock under his hands. When he reached his goal, the groan changed to swallowing, barking, and crying almost continuously-a small cabin that was still intact.

After a long period of pain, he stopped in his chair, worried that he would not be able to make the last effort to raise the almost inert thing to the point where it could be released. After a second of abnormal clarification, he wanted to know if there was any reason for this supreme torture, and if it would cause any sleeper. Now this may be the ship of the dead.

With his right hand, arm, and the last end loosened on the seat, he supported himself strongly and raised his left hand. He cannot use any fingers. It's like lifting a numb, heavy weight. But he walked forward, swept across the cruel flesh, swept across in a release gesture, he knew that was his last move. Moreover, when he fell to the floor, Dr. Ruthwen was not sure whether he succeeded or failed. He tried to turn his head and put his eyes up to the switch. Should it be lowered or is it still stubbornly confining the sleeper cars to prison? But there is fog between. He can't see it-or anything.

Another circuit on the damaged ship failed and the light in the engine room flickered and disappeared. The two small cages below the cage are also very dark. The opportunity to kill 19 lives on the earth in space, but missed the opportunity to open the hut on the side of the mountain. Five yards of the external structure of the ship along the corridor was split, and the fresh air of topaz came in, sending messages to the two keen noses through the various smells emitted from the wreckage.

The male coyote began to act. A few days ago, he managed to loosen the lower end of the mesh in the front of the cage, but his mind told him that an attack inside the ship was worthless. The strange and harmonious relationship between him and the human brain has kept them in the old role of cunning deception, which in the past has saved countless species from sudden and violent death. Now, his teeth and claws are working hard, and under the wailing of his partner, he works hard, smelling the outside world with a seductive smell to their nostrils-a barren world, no human beings Pollution.

He slid under the loose mesh, stood up, and extended his claws at the front of the female cage. A front paw grabbed the latch and pressed it down, and the weight of the door swung towards him. They are now together, can freely reach the corridor, and see the soft brilliance of the strange moon ahead, summoning them outdoors.

This woman was always more cautious than her companion, wandering behind as he stepped forward, stroking his ears curiously. From an early age, their training has always been the same-scope and exploration, but always under the guidance of the company and people. This does not fit the pattern she knows, she is suspicious. But for her sensitive nose, the smell of the boat was an offense, and the breeze was not tempting. Her companion has passed the difficult time. Now he roared in excitement and surprise, and she trot up to join him.

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