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Book One: Dune
“Urineandfecesareprocessedinthethighpads,”hesaid,andstoodup,felttheneckfitting,liftedasectionedflapthere.“Intheopendesert,youwearthisfilteracrossyourface,thistubeinthenostrilswiththeseplugstoinsureatightfit.Breatheinthroughthemouthfilter,outthroughthenosetube.WithaFremensuitingoodworkingorder,youwon’tlosemorethanathimblefulofmoistureaday—evenifyou’recaughtintheGreatErg.”
“Athimblefuladay,”theDukesaid.
Kynespressedafingeragainstthesuit’sforeheadpad,said:“Thismayrubalittle.Ifitirritatesyou,pleasetellme.Icouldslit-patchitabittighter.”
“Mythanks,”theDukesaid.HemovedhisshouldersinthesuitasKynessteppedback,realizingthatitdidfeelbetternow—tighterandlessirritating.
KynesturnedtoPaul.“Now,let’shavealookatyou,lad.”
Agoodmanbuthe’llhavetolearntoaddressusproperly,theDukethought.
PaulstoodpassivelyasKynesinspectedthesuit.Ithadbeenanoddsensationputtingonthecrinkling,slick-surfacedgarment.Inhisforeconsciousnesshadbeentheabsoluteknowledgethathehadneverbeforewornastillsuit.Yet,eachmotionofadjustingtheadhesiontabsunderGurney’sinexpertguidancehadseemednatural,instinctive.Whenhehadtightenedthechesttogainmaximumpumpingactionfromthemotionofbreathing,hehadknownwhathedidandwhy.Whenhehadfittedtheneckandforeheadtabstightly,hehadknownitwastopreventfrictionblisters.
Kynesstraightened,steppedbackwithapuzzledexpression.
