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Best of all, we can beat the Mechanists at their own game."

Lindsay felt a light movement of air as the old Mechanist floated past him.

There came a day when Nikolai saw his first Mechanist.

You would only sell Mechanist techniques to them to maintain the balance of power."

He wore the sober black overalls of a conservative Mechanist.

The helmets had the blunt utilitarian look of Mechanist manufacture.

He waited impatiently as his chief mechanist ran over.

The lobby was sprinkled with travelers from the other Mechanist cartels.

Selling computer time had some success, but the Mechanists had the best cybernetics.

"For a Mechanist, he was bright, in his day.

It's not the cold persistence of a Mechanist, either."

Their rivals, the Mechanists, had replaced flesh with advanced prosthetics.

An aristocratic Mechanist much older than he was.

"You were hired to hit this old Mechanist!

He was a feeble old Mechanist who was subject to nosebleeds.

A Mechanist could mingle during the graveyard shift without attracting stares.

We've stolen a jump on the Mechanists; they still dress in those coveralls."

The Mechanists had unleashed their drones in the suburb.

"Freud, that old mechanist and determinist, would have died laughing at such a sentimental equation."

They listened to the Mechanist with polite contempt.

"The Republic was already in the Mechanist orbit, and they wanted to redress the balance."

Something would have to be done about the Mechanists, Afriel thought.

This asteroid is about the size of the Mechanists' biggest base-Ceres.

The Mechanists have cybernetic mining machinery that is generations ahead of ours.

The intestines of Mechanists seethed with bacteria, and their effects could be disastrous.