“IT’S NOT QUITE AS BAD as all that,” said one of the other men, who had been briefly introduced to Stanton as Fred Meyer. “After all, he had our technology to draw upon. If he’d been wrecked on Earth two or three centuries ago, he wouldn’t have been able to do a thing.”
“Granted,” the colonel said agreeably, “but it’s quite obvious that there are parts of our technology that are just as alien to him as parts of his are to us. Remember how he went to all the trouble of building a pentode vacuum tube for a job that could have been done by transistors. His knowledge of solid-state physics seems to be about a century and a half behind ours.”
“Not completely, Colonel,” Meyer said. “That gimmick he built last year—the one that blinded those people in Bagdad—had five perfect emeralds in it, con
