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cigarette. "First just one of them. The kind that tagged you. Then it let others in."
    Hendricks became alert. "The
kind
? Are there more than one kind?"
    "The little boy. David. David holding his teddy bear. That's
Variety Three
. The most effective."
    "What are the other types?"
    Epstein reached into his coat. "Here." He tossed a packet of photographs on to the table, tied with a string. "Look for yourself."
    Hendricks untied the string.
    "You see," Rudi Maxer said, "that was why we wanted to talk terms. The Russians I mean. We found out about a week ago. Found out that your claws were beginning to make up new designs on their own. New
types
of their own.
Better
types. Down in your underground factories behind our lines. You let them stamp themselves, repair themselves. Made them more and more intricate. It's your fault this happened."
    Hendricks examined the photos. They had been snapped hurriedly; they were blurred and indistinct. The first few showed David. David walking along a road, by himself. David and another David. Three Davids. All exactly alike. Each with a ragged teddy bear.
    All pathetic.
    "Look at the others," Tasso said.
    The next picture, taken at a great distance, showed a towering wounded soldier sitting by the side of a path, his arm in a sling, the stump of one leg extended, a crude crutch on his lap. Then two wounded soldiers, both the same, standing side by side.
    "That's
Variety One
. The Wounded Soldier." Klaus reached out and took the pictures. "You see, the claws were designed to get to human beings. To find them. Each kind was better than the last. They got farther, closer, past most of our defenses, into our lines. But as long as they were merely machines, metal spheres with claws and horns, feelers, they could be picked off like any other object. They could be detected as lethal robots as soon as they were seen. Once we caught sight of them -"
    “
Variety One
subverted our whole north wing," Rudi said. "It was a long time before anyone caught on. Then it was too late. They came in, wounded soldiers, knocking and begging to be let in. So we let them in. And as soon as they were in they took over. We were watching out for machines…"
    "At that time it was thought there was only the one type," Klaus Epstein said. "No one suspected there were other types. The pictures were flashed to us. When the runner was sent to you, we knew of just one type.
Variety One
. The big Wounded Soldier. We thought that was all."
    "Your line fell to -"
    "To
Variety Three
. David and his bear. That worked even better." Klaus smiled bitterly. "Soldiers are suckers for children. We brought them in and tried to feed them. We found out the hard way what they were after. At least, those who were in the bunker."
    "The three of us were lucky," Rudi said. "Klaus and I were – were visiting Tasso when it happened. This is her place." He waved a big hand around. "This little cellar. We… finished… and climbed the ladder to start back. From the ridge, we saw. There they were, all around the bunker. Fighting was still going on. David and his bear. Hundreds of them. Klaus took the pictures."
    Klaus tied up the photographs again.
    "And it's going on all along your line?" Hendricks said.
    "Yes."
    "How about
our
lines?" Without thinking, he touched the tab on his arm. "Can they -"
    "They're not bothered by your radiation tabs. It makes no difference to them, Russian, American, Pole, German. It's all the same. They're doing what they were designed to do. Carrying out the original idea. They track down life, wherever they find it."
    "They go by warmth," Klaus said. "That was the way you constructed them from the very start. Of course, those you designed were kept back by the radiation tabs you wear. Now they've got around that. These new varieties are lead-lined."
    "What's the other variety?" Hendricks asked. "The David type, The Wounded Soldier – what's the other?"
    "We don't know." Klaus pointed up at the wall. On the wall were