Just because you can "see" something doesn't mean you understand it—and that can mean that even perfect telepathy isn't perfect communication....
ton so far, but is was difficult for him to get close enough to the higher-ups in the Soviet government to get all the data that the President of the United States wanted.
But now that he had established a firm mental linkage with one of the greatest physicists in the Soviet Union, he could begin to send information that would be of tremendous value to the United States.
He brushed up a pile of trash, pushed it into a dust pan, and carried it off toward the disposal chute that led to the trash cans. In the room where the brooms were kept, he paused and closed his eyes.
Lenny! Are picking this up?
Sure, Rafe. I'm ready with the drawing board anytime you are.
As Dr. Sonya Malekrinova stood in her laboratory looking over the apparatus she was perfecting for the glory of the Soviet State, she had no notion that someone halfway around the world was also looking at it over her shoulder--or rather, through her own eyes.
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Lenny started with t
A decent story. Different premise than most others. Kind of a trite ending.
An exploration of the difficulties of telepathic espionage. If you can accept the premise, a pretty clever story.
If your tastes include the (not so) disparate subjects of science fiction and the Marx brothers, you will enjoy this wonderfully crafted story.