Trade World Saga 1: Manual Interpretation Read Online Free

question him, Rett thought. I hope the strain of learning Trade does not drive it insane like other races do when they are placed in a restrain field and force-learned Trade . It could probably learn to understand Tros instead of Trade since Tros was a more developed language even if it couldn't speak it well. Rett proceeded to adjust the field that kept Andrew unconscious and then began to feed several of the long memory cylinders through the learning machine attached to Andrew's head.
    Rett thought, this is like the pioneers of my planet, who went out by themselves and contacted other races. Rett did not consider the captured technological 'discoveries' that had enabled his race to make a preemptive leap into space millennia ago. Nor did Rett consider the advance granted by the development of recorded speed-learning/teaching equipment that the Tros had used for the past five generations after learning that usage from another of those inferior races.
    Rett futilely attempted to repair his stressed space-field control unit between cylinder changes on the learning machine . Rett finally decided he did not have the correct equipment to do the fine repair on the control device that had been damaged. Rett put his belt unit off to the side with a snort. He then proceeded to do what the Tros used for sleep, standing with eyes closed and ear twitching.
    Shortly after the learning machine switched off, Rett adjusted the restrain field so Andrew would regain consciousness.
    As the room swam into view, Andrew blinked his vision into focus and became aware of the cool metal under him. The lighting was orange tinted and oddly subdued…used to different sunlight he guessed. Andrew turned his head to look around but from the shoulders down, his body felt like a lump of wood. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement and suddenly a face came into view.
    The face belonged to the man; the being that Andrew had helped earlier. That shock I received must have damaged me more than temporarily and this being is trying to help me, Andrew thought.
    "How bad am I hurt?" Andrew wheezed, barely able to force any sound out of his throat. It was hard to control his lungs enough to talk.
    When there wasn't any response Andrew tried again. "Hey, where am I?"
    Rett spoke, "What is the unit's purpose that you wear on your arm?"
    Andrew was shocked because though he understood what the being had said, he had not spoken an Earth language. Andrew knew several languages, but this was similar to none he had ever heard.
    "If you try, you can now reply in my language," Rett stated.
    "I'm paralyzed, do you know what is wrong?" Andrew gasped hardly able to breathe and was startled to find that he answered in the same language.
    The alien, for it was obvious to Andrew that this being was alien to Earth and not just a deformed human; left his view and suddenly he had control of his body.
    " Hey! I can move. What did you do?" Andrew asked while attempting to sit up.
    "I released the restrain field. What is the purpose of the unit that you wear on your arm?"
    "That’s just a Mem-dex . Where am I? Why'd you bring me here?" Andrew asked in English as he sat on the edge of a long metal bench and scanned the wall of instruments on one side of the otherwise small, bare room.
    Andrew was too stunned to attempt to leave and his curiosity was piqued.
    "Speak in Trade . What is the purpose of the Mem-dex and how does it function?" Rett asked with emphasis. "How is it powered? I did not see a power source."
    "It just uses the differential between body heat and room temperature and serves as a calculator and artificial memory index file when not hooked to wireless services." Andrew visualized an odd electric-mechanical calculator as he thought of the word calculator and services in the alien language but wireless didn’t translate well. Thinking about wireless showed that the natives did understand radio frequency at different frequencies but the ‘side-thoughts’ of