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[ "Why is Acoustix so valuable? ", "What is true about the Red Spot Fever?", "Why does Grannie fool Billy as well when she rides away with Park?", "What gives away the location of the lens?", "Why does the party run into duplicates of themselves?", "What is so unique about the cockatoos on this planet?", "How did Grannie Annie save the workers?", "What does the viviscreen do?", "What main motivation did Antler Park have to leave the lens in the barracks?" ]

[ [ "Acoustix can be sold at a high price. ", "It's an ore that can only be found in one place.", "It helps Martain people regain their ability to communicate. ", "It's an abundant ore that Earth people sell. " ], [ "It is contagious, and it is affecting nearly every worker. ", "There is no known cure for it. ", "It makes people vanish into thin air. ", "Infra-red rays influence people, and they end up lost in the Baldric. " ], [ "She didn't want Billy to know where they were heading. ", "She had to pretend she was replaced by a cockatoo, and make it convincing. ", "She didn't want Antler to know about the cockatoo images and how they worked. ", "She didn't. It was one of the cockatoo images. " ], [ "When Billy enters the barracks, he realizes he's being hit by Red Fever. ", "Workers were showing their first symptoms from working in the mines. ", "The location was written in the Fever Victims file. ", "Workers were showing their first symptoms after being in the barracks. " ], [ "It's the Red Fever influencing their perception. ", "As Grannie Annie says, it's a form of mass hypnosis. ", "They're a mirage, a result of the Baldric. ", "They're the cockatoos, copying their appearance. " ], [ "They are able to copy speech. ", "They live in abundance in the Baldric, despite it being a dangerous area. ", "They are identical to Earth parrots, despite being on a different planet. ", "They are able to physically mimic any picture. " ], [ "She found the location they all went to and helped them navigate back. ", "She removed the lens from the barracks that was making them sick. ", "She pretended to contract the fever and fooled Antler Park. ", "She discovered that ultraviolet could reverse the effects on them and used it to cure them. " ], [ "It plays a recording of something. In this case, it's of Grannie, Xarnal, and Jimmy Baker. ", "It's stationary, and can only be used to view one place and time. ", "It brings up a 3-D image of the person you are looking at and allows you to watch and hear them as if you were there. ", "Like a computer or television screen, it allows you to see another person on the other end. " ], [ "He didn't fully understand the effects of the infra-red rays and wanted to see what it was capable of. ", "He knew the value of this spot for Acoustix, and wanted to run the Jimmy Baker out. ", "He was afraid of Grannie Annie discovering his plot and tried to get rid of her. ", "He had struck a large load of Acoustix and wanted to hide the evidence. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"However, as you perhaps know, the only reason for colonial activities\n here at all is because of the presence of an ore known as Acoustix.", "Jimmy Baker had struck a new big lode of Acoustix, a lode which if\n worked successfully would see\nLarynx Incorporated", "Baker looked up. \"That's right. We only began operations there a\n comparatively short time ago. Struck a rich vein of Acoustix that", "per second. The trouble is that by the time the average Martian reaches\n middle age, his ability to produce those vibrations steadily decreases.\n Then it was found that this ore, Acoustix, revitalized their sounding", ", and\n through glass doors I could see clerks busy with counting machines and\n report tapes. In another chamber the extremely light Acoustix ore was", "\"Sure.\" The operator turned another dial, and Grannie's falsetto voice\n entered the room. It stopped abruptly. \"The machine uses a lot of\n power,\" the operator said, \"and as yet we haven't got much.\"", "\"This is Jimmy Baker,\" she said. \"He manages\nLarynx Incorporated\n, and\n he's the real reason we're here.\"", "being packed into big cases and marked for shipment. At the far end a\n door to a small room stood open. Inside a young man was tilted back in\n a swivel chair before a complicated instrument panel.", "It's no use to the people of Earth but of untold value on Mars. I'm\n not up on the scientific reasons, but it seems that life on the red", "Five minutes after my ship had blasted down, the four of us met in the\n offices of\nInterstellar Voice\n. And then I was shaking hands with\n Antlers Park, the manager of I. V. himself.", "\"There are two companies here,\" he continued, \"\nInterstellar Voice\nand\nLarynx Incorporated", "become a far more\n powerful exporting concern than\nInterstellar Voice\n. Antlers Park\n didn't want that.", "concentrate and amplify the power of those rays. The internal clockwork\n served a double purpose. It opened a shutter, and it rotated the lens\n slowly so that it played for a time on each of the sleeping men.", "runs deep in. If that vein holds out, we'll double the output of\nInterstellar Voice\n, our rival, in a year.\"", ". Chap by the name of Jimmy Baker runs that.\n However, the point is, between the properties of these two companies\n stretches a band or belt which has become known as the Baldric.", "\"Do you mean to say you can follow the movements of that car and its\n passengers wherever it goes? Can you hear them talk too?\"", "\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\n Park leaned back. \"The rush to find more of the ore,\" he explained.\n \"But up until now this moon is the only place where it can be found.", "\"It's Mr. Baker's own invention,\" the operator said. \"An improvement on\n the visiphone.\"", "The Larynx manager nodded slowly. \"I see,\" he said. \"But why don't the\n birds reconstruct images from the actual person. Why use drawings?\"", "A visiphone bell sounded, and Baker walked across to the instrument. A\n man's face formed in the vision plate. Baker listened, said \"Okay\" and\n threw off the switch." ], [ "Up until a short time ago most of them were in excellent health and\n spirits. Then the Red Spot Fever got them.\"", "All at once I had it! Red spot fever. Heat fever from the infra-red\n rays of Jupiter's great spot. Someone had constructed this lens to", "\"Red Spot Fever?\" Grannie looked at him curiously.\n\n\n Jimmy Baker nodded. \"The first symptoms are a tendency to garrulousness\n on the part of the patient. Then they disappear.\"", "Nodding, I turned and motioned to Karn. We went back downstairs.\n\n\n \"That explains something at any rate,\" the old prospector said. \"But\n how about that Red spot fever?\"", "that cause red spot fever. Those men won't stop walking until they've\n reached Shaft Four.\"", "\"Miss Flowers left with Mr. Baker for Shaft Four,\" I said. \"There's\n trouble up there. Red spot fever.\"", "\"Fever, eh?\" repeated Park. \"That's a shame. Is there anything I can\n do?\"\n\n\n \"Tell me,\" I said, \"has your company had any trouble with this plague?\"", "\"A little. But up until yesterday the fever's been confined to the\n other side of the Baldric. We had one partial case, but my chemists", "On Jimmy Baker's desk was a large file marked: FEVER VICTIMS. I opened\n it and found it contained the case histories of those men who had been\n attacked by the strange malady.", "It was he or his agents who placed those lens buttons in the Larynx\n barracks.\nFor he knew that just as Jupiter's great spot was", "\"Shaft Four, eh?\" he repeated. \"That's our principal mine. If the fever\n spreads there, I'm licked.\"", "responsible for a climate and atmosphere suitable for an Earthman on\n this Eighth Moon, so also was that spot a deadly power in itself,\n capable when its rays were concentrated of causing a fatal sickness.", "\"There must be ways of stopping this,\" she said. \"Have you called in\n any physicians? Why don't you call an enforced vacation and send the\n men away until the plague has died down?\"", "Reading them over, I was struck by one detail. Each patient had\n received the first symptoms, not while working in the mines, but while\n sleeping or lounging in the barracks.", "He did head her off and managed to lure her and Baker and Xartal into\n the Shaft barracks where they would be exposed to the rays from the\n lens button. But Grannie only pretended to contract the plague.", "Baker lit a cigarette. \"There's all kinds of rumors,\" he replied, \"but\n none of them will hold water. By the way, there's a cockatoo eyrie\n ahead of us.\"", "Ten minutes later we were on the move again. We saw more silver\n cockatoos and more flagpole trees. Above us, the great disc of Jupiter\n began to descend toward the horizon.", "\"We left the others at the mine. Miss Flowers is going back with me to\n my offices to help me improve the formula for that new antitoxin.\"", "Ezra Karn took a greasy pipe from his lips and spat. \"It looks like the\n rest of this God-forsaken moon,\" he said, \"'ceptin for them sticks.\"", "\"What have you done with Miss Flowers?\" I demanded.\n\n\n The manager's eyes glittered with fear as he saw my finger tense on the\n trigger. Weakly he lifted an arm and pointed to the northwest." ], [ "It was Grannie. As the car drew up alongside I saw her sitting in her\n prim way next to Antlers Park. Park said:", "\"What sort of trouble?\" Grannie Annie had demanded. And when Antlers\n Park stuttered evasively, the old lady snorted, \"Fiddlesticks, I never", "Park then attempted to outwit Ezra Karn and me by returning in Jimmy\n Baker's kite car with a cockatoo image of Grannie.", "Up on the eyrie a strange performance was taking place. The duplicate\n of Grannie Annie was bowing to the duplicate of Jimmy Baker, and the\n image of Ezra Karn was playing leap frog with the image of Antlers Park.", "\"Grannie!\" I yelled. \"What're you doing here? Where's Mr. Baker?\"\n\n\n She rose to her feet and clambered down the rock.", "And then all at once Grannie stopped again, this time at the top of a\n high ridge. She shielded her eyes and stared off into the plain we had\n just crossed.", "He did head her off and managed to lure her and Baker and Xartal into\n the Shaft barracks where they would be exposed to the rays from the\n lens button. But Grannie only pretended to contract the plague.", "was crazy. But Miss Flowers, known to her friends as Grannie Annie,\n had always been mildly crazy. If you haven't read her books, you've\n missed something. She's the author of", "Ezra spoke over my shoulder. \"He's doing scenes for Grannie's new\n book,\" he said. \"The old lady figures on using the events here for a\n plot.\nLook at that damned nosy bird!\n\"", "\"I see you've got Antlers Park. I'm glad of that. It saves me a lot of\n trouble.\" She took off her spectacles and wiped them on her sleeve.", "Grannie Annie told her story during the long ride back to Shaft Four.\n We drove slowly, keeping the line of marching Larynx miners always\n ahead of us.", "\"Billy-boy,\" she said to me in a strange voice, \"look down there and\n tell me what you see.\"", "Annie's very life might be at stake, not to mention the lives of\n hundreds of mine workers. Again Park took aim and again a hole\n shattered our windscreen.", "\"Don't look so fuddled, Billy-boy. Come along, and I'll show you.\"", "was Xartal, the Martian. Grannie Annie was there, but seated at the\n controls was Antlers Park, the manager of Interstellar Voice.", "foreboding. Had I been a fool to let Grannie go? I thought of her, an\n old woman who should be in a rocking chair, knitting socks. If anything", "\"I can't tell you how glad I am you're here, Grannie,\" he said. \"If\n anybody can help me, you can.\"", "Then suddenly becoming fearful of Grannie's prying, Antlers Park strove\n to head her off before she reached Shaft Four.", "There was a huge chair-shaped rock there, and seated upon it was\n Grannie Annie. She had a tablet in her hands, and she was writing.", "The\nreal\nJimmy Baker stood next to Grannie, staring up at this" ], [ "It was he or his agents who placed those lens buttons in the Larynx\n barracks.\nFor he knew that just as Jupiter's great spot was", "concentrate and amplify the power of those rays. The internal clockwork\n served a double purpose. It opened a shutter, and it rotated the lens\n slowly so that it played for a time on each of the sleeping men.", "of the building. Grannie seized a light weight carry-case and began\n dropping articles into it. A pontocated glass lens, three or four", "themselves in a long flanking corridor in a northwesterly direction, as\n if to hide some secret that lay beyond. Twice I attempted to penetrate", "Six feet up on that window a small almost imperceptible button of dull\n metal had been wedged into an aperture cut in the quartz. The central", "Ezra spoke over my shoulder. \"He's doing scenes for Grannie's new\n book,\" he said. \"The old lady figures on using the events here for a\n plot.\nLook at that damned nosy bird!\n\"", "The far wall was taken up by a huge window of denvo-quartz. As I stood\n there, something suddenly caught Ezra Karn's eye. He began to walk\n toward that window.", "powerful photographic impression of the object. That impression is\n then transmitted simultaneously in telepathic wavelengths to common\n foci. That eyrie might be likened to a cinema screen, receiving brain", "part of the button appeared to be a powerful lens of some kind, and as\n I seized it and pulled it loose, I felt the hum of tiny clock work.", "All at once I had it! Red spot fever. Heat fever from the infra-red\n rays of Jupiter's great spot. Someone had constructed this lens to", "I followed the direction of her hand and a shock went through me from\n head to foot. Down there, slowly toiling across the sand, advanced a", "\"I see you've got Antlers Park. I'm glad of that. It saves me a lot of\n trouble.\" She took off her spectacles and wiped them on her sleeve.", "\"What have you done with Miss Flowers?\" I demanded.\n\n\n The manager's eyes glittered with fear as he saw my finger tense on the\n trigger. Weakly he lifted an arm and pointed to the northwest.", "Then a corridor opened before me; a mile forward and the desert began\n again. But it was a new desert this time: the sand packed hard as", "She offered no further explanation, but a quarter of an hour later as\n we topped another rise a curious elliptical car with a long slanting", "After that we were rolling up the driveway that led to the offices of\nLarynx Incorporated\n. As Jimmy Baker led the way up the inclined ramp,\n a door in the central building opened, and a man emerged. His face was\n drawn.", "they realize they're being followed, they stop. But the moment our eyes\n are turned, they give us the slip.\"", "\"Billy-boy,\" she said to me in a strange voice, \"look down there and\n tell me what you see.\"", "\"Don't you see,\" the lady continued. \"Everything that Xartal put on\n paper has been seen by one or more of these cockatoos. The cockatoos", "I followed his gaze and saw a curious structure suspended between\n a rude circle of flagpole trees. A strange web-like formation of" ], [ "themselves in a long flanking corridor in a northwesterly direction, as\n if to hide some secret that lay beyond. Twice I attempted to penetrate", "Up on the eyrie a strange performance was taking place. The duplicate\n of Grannie Annie was bowing to the duplicate of Jimmy Baker, and the\n image of Ezra Karn was playing leap frog with the image of Antlers Park.", "Detail for detail they were a duplicate of ourselves!\n\"A mirage!\" said Ezra Karn.", "But it wasn't a mirage. As the party came closer, we could see that\n their lips were moving, and their voices became audible. I listened in", "\"They walk out into the Baldric,\" he continued, \"and nothing can stop\n them. We tried following them, of course, but it was no go. As soon as", "awe. The duplicate of myself was talking to the duplicate of Grannie\n Annie, and she was replying in the most natural way.", "they realize they're being followed, they stop. But the moment our eyes\n are turned, they give us the slip.\"", "Steadily the four travelers approached. Then, when a dozen yards away,\n they suddenly faded like a negative exposed to light and disappeared.\n\n\n \"What do you make of it?\" I said in a hushed voice.", "Then a corridor opened before me; a mile forward and the desert began\n again. But it was a new desert this time: the sand packed hard as", "fever, talking cockatoos and flagpole trees,\n\n I was running in circles—especially since\n\n Grannie became twins every now and then.", "Grannie shook her head. \"Might be a form of mass hypnosis superinduced\n by some chemical radiations,\" she replied. \"Whatever it is, we'd better\n watch our step. There's no telling what might lie ahead.\"", "With a shock I saw the likeness of myself; I saw Ezra Karn; and I saw\n the image of Jimmy Baker.", "party of four persons. In the lead was a little old lady in a black\n dress. Behind her strode a grizzled Earth man in a flop-brimmed hat,\n another Earth man, and a Martian.", "\"Don't you see,\" the lady continued. \"Everything that Xartal put on\n paper has been seen by one or more of these cockatoos. The cockatoos", "concentrate and amplify the power of those rays. The internal clockwork\n served a double purpose. It opened a shutter, and it rotated the lens\n slowly so that it played for a time on each of the sleeping men.", "Annie's very life might be at stake, not to mention the lives of\n hundreds of mine workers. Again Park took aim and again a hole\n shattered our windscreen.", "the proper shading and then go on to the next. In swift rotation\n likenesses of Ezra Karn, of myself, of Jimmy Baker, and of Antlers Park\n took form.", "Ezra spoke over my shoulder. \"He's doing scenes for Grannie's new\n book,\" he said. \"The old lady figures on using the events here for a\n plot.\nLook at that damned nosy bird!\n\"", "that cause red spot fever. Those men won't stop walking until they've\n reached Shaft Four.\"", "\"Miss Flowers left with Mr. Baker for Shaft Four,\" I said. \"There's\n trouble up there. Red spot fever.\"" ], [ "\"There are two principal forms of life in the Baldric; flagpole trees\n and a species of ornithoid resembling cockatoos. So far no one has\n crossed the Baldric without trouble.\"", "And then abruptly it happened. The cockatoos took off in mass flight. A\n group of Earth people suddenly materialized on the eyrie, talking and\n moving about as if it were the most natural thing in the world.", "\"Look what I found,\" I yelled.\n\n\n \"What I found,\" said the cockatoo in a very human voice.\n\n\n \"Thunder, it talks,\" I said amazed.", "\"Don't you see,\" the lady continued. \"Everything that Xartal put on\n paper has been seen by one or more of these cockatoos. The cockatoos", "The cockatoo repeated my last statement again, then rose on its short\n legs, flapped its wings once and soared off into the sky. Xartal,", "A silver cockatoo had alighted on the kite car and was surveying\n curiously Xartal's work. As each drawing was completed, the bird", "translucent gauzy material, it was. Fully two hundred cockatoos were\n perched upon it. They watched us with their mild eyes as we passed, but\n they didn't move.", "A queer-looking bird squatted there in the sand, looking up at me.\n Silver in plumage, it resembled a parrot with a crest; and yet it", "Baker lit a cigarette. \"There's all kinds of rumors,\" he replied, \"but\n none of them will hold water. By the way, there's a cockatoo eyrie\n ahead of us.\"", "Ten minutes later we were on the move again. We saw more silver\n cockatoos and more flagpole trees. Above us, the great disc of Jupiter\n began to descend toward the horizon.", "For some time I had fixed my gaze on a dot in the sky which I supposed\n to be a high-flying cockatoo. As that dot continued to move across the\n heavens in a single direction, I called Grannie's attention to it.", "Then once more I was directly behind my friends, listening in on their\n conversation. The view through the windscreen showed an irregular array\n of flagpole trees, with the sky dotted by high-flying cockatoos.", "are like Earth parrots all right, but not only have they the power\n of copying speech, they also have the ability to recreate a mental\n image of what they have seen. In other words their brains form a", "\"Ezra!\" I yelled, swinging the car. \"That wasn't Grannie!\nThat was one\n of those damned cockatoo images.\nWe've got to catch him.\"", "Park then attempted to outwit Ezra Karn and me by returning in Jimmy\n Baker's kite car with a cockatoo image of Grannie.", "planet has developed with a supersonic method of vocal communication.\n The Martian speaks as the Earthman does, but he amplifies his thoughts'\n transmission by way of wave lengths as high as three million vibrations", "fever, talking cockatoos and flagpole trees,\n\n I was running in circles—especially since\n\n Grannie became twins every now and then.", "Ezra Karn took a greasy pipe from his lips and spat. \"It looks like the\n rest of this God-forsaken moon,\" he said, \"'ceptin for them sticks.\"", "\"Talks,\" repeated the bird, blinking its eyes.", "Ezra spoke over my shoulder. \"He's doing scenes for Grannie's new\n book,\" he said. \"The old lady figures on using the events here for a\n plot.\nLook at that damned nosy bird!\n\"" ], [ "Grannie Annie told her story during the long ride back to Shaft Four.\n We drove slowly, keeping the line of marching Larynx miners always\n ahead of us.", "Annie's very life might be at stake, not to mention the lives of\n hundreds of mine workers. Again Park took aim and again a hole\n shattered our windscreen.", "\"What sort of trouble?\" Grannie Annie had demanded. And when Antlers\n Park stuttered evasively, the old lady snorted, \"Fiddlesticks, I never", "was crazy. But Miss Flowers, known to her friends as Grannie Annie,\n had always been mildly crazy. If you haven't read her books, you've\n missed something. She's the author of", "Grannie Annie was the original research digger-upper, and when she\n laid the setting of a yarn on a star of the sixth magnitude, only a\n transportation-velocity of less than light could prevent her from", "It was Grannie. As the car drew up alongside I saw her sitting in her\n prim way next to Antlers Park. Park said:", "He did head her off and managed to lure her and Baker and Xartal into\n the Shaft barracks where they would be exposed to the rays from the\n lens button. But Grannie only pretended to contract the plague.", "Grannie's eyes glittered. \"Trouble with the mine laborers?\" she\n questioned.", "There was a huge chair-shaped rock there, and seated upon it was\n Grannie Annie. She had a tablet in her hands, and she was writing.", "\"I can't tell you how glad I am you're here, Grannie,\" he said. \"If\n anybody can help me, you can.\"", "\"The entire crew of Shaft Four have gone out into the Baldric,\" he said\n slowly. There was a large map hanging on the wall back of Baker's desk.\n Grannie Annie walked across to it and began to study its markings.", "And then all at once Grannie stopped again, this time at the top of a\n high ridge. She shielded her eyes and stared off into the plain we had\n just crossed.", "\"Grannie!\" I yelled. \"What're you doing here? Where's Mr. Baker?\"\n\n\n She rose to her feet and clambered down the rock.", "was Xartal, the Martian. Grannie Annie was there, but seated at the\n controls was Antlers Park, the manager of Interstellar Voice.", "of the building. Grannie seized a light weight carry-case and began\n dropping articles into it. A pontocated glass lens, three or four", "Up on the eyrie a strange performance was taking place. The duplicate\n of Grannie Annie was bowing to the duplicate of Jimmy Baker, and the\n image of Ezra Karn was playing leap frog with the image of Antlers Park.", "\"Ultra violet,\" Grannie Annie explained. \"The opposite end of the\n vibratory scale and the only thing that will combat the infra-red rays", "Grannie nodded. \"I think you and I and Xartal had better take a run up\n there,\" she said. \"But first I want to see your laboratory.\"", "awe. The duplicate of myself was talking to the duplicate of Grannie\n Annie, and she was replying in the most natural way.", "DOUBLE TROUBLE\nby CARL JACOBI\nGrannie Annie, that waspish science-fiction\n\n writer, was in a jam again. What with red-spot" ], [ "concentrate and amplify the power of those rays. The internal clockwork\n served a double purpose. It opened a shutter, and it rotated the lens\n slowly so that it played for a time on each of the sleeping men.", "He flicked a stud, and the entire wall above the panel underwent a\n slow change of colors. Those colors whirled kaleidescopically, then\n coalesced into a three-dimensional scene.", "Then abruptly the screen before me blurred and went blank.\n\n\n \"Sorry,\" the operator said. \"I've used too much power already. Have to\n give the generators a chance to build it up again.\"", "Six feet up on that window a small almost imperceptible button of dull\n metal had been wedged into an aperture cut in the quartz. The central", "\"It's Mr. Baker's own invention,\" the operator said. \"An improvement on\n the visiphone.\"", "powerful photographic impression of the object. That impression is\n then transmitted simultaneously in telepathic wavelengths to common\n foci. That eyrie might be likened to a cinema screen, receiving brain", "The kite car swam into view in the screen above the instrument panel.\n I stared with open eyes. Jimmy Baker no longer was in the car, nor", "being packed into big cases and marked for shipment. At the far end a\n door to a small room stood open. Inside a young man was tilted back in\n a swivel chair before a complicated instrument panel.", "I went over to it and turned it on, and to my surprise the face of\n Antlers Park flashed on the screen.", "of the car and began making camp. Xartal remained in his seat. He was\n drawing pictures on large pieces of pasteboard, and as I stood there in\n the visiscreen room, I watched him.", "The manager of Interstellar Voice turned again, and something glinted\n in his hand. There was a flash of purple flame, and a round hole\n appeared in our windscreen inches above Karn's head.", "The I. V. manager lifted his weapon frantically. But before he could\n use it a third time, Ezra Karn had whipped a lariat from his belt and\n sent it coiling across the intervening space.", "We exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then he rang off. In exactly\n an hour I went upstairs to the visiscreen room.", "A visiphone bell sounded, and Baker walked across to the instrument. A\n man's face formed in the vision plate. Baker listened, said \"Okay\" and\n threw off the switch.", "\"Ultra violet,\" Grannie Annie explained. \"The opposite end of the\n vibratory scale and the only thing that will combat the infra-red rays", "It was he or his agents who placed those lens buttons in the Larynx\n barracks.\nFor he knew that just as Jupiter's great spot was", "I slid the metal button in my pocket and left the barracks at a run.\n Back in the visiscreen room, I snapped to the operator:\n\n\n \"Turn it on!\"", "vibrations from a hundred different sources that blend into the light\n field to form what are apparently three-dimensional images.\"", "contrivance that looked not unlike a search lamp. A blinding shaft of\n bluish radiance spewed from its open end. Playing it back and forth", "runs deep in. If that vein holds out, we'll double the output of\nInterstellar Voice\n, our rival, in a year.\"" ], [ "Then suddenly becoming fearful of Grannie's prying, Antlers Park strove\n to head her off before she reached Shaft Four.", "\"I see you've got Antlers Park. I'm glad of that. It saves me a lot of\n trouble.\" She took off her spectacles and wiped them on her sleeve.", "He did head her off and managed to lure her and Baker and Xartal into\n the Shaft barracks where they would be exposed to the rays from the\n lens button. But Grannie only pretended to contract the plague.", "It was he or his agents who placed those lens buttons in the Larynx\n barracks.\nFor he knew that just as Jupiter's great spot was", "Antlers Park flicked the ash from his cheroot and shrugged.", "\"What sort of trouble?\" Grannie Annie had demanded. And when Antlers\n Park stuttered evasively, the old lady snorted, \"Fiddlesticks, I never", "Annie's very life might be at stake, not to mention the lives of\n hundreds of mine workers. Again Park took aim and again a hole\n shattered our windscreen.", "It was Grannie. As the car drew up alongside I saw her sitting in her\n prim way next to Antlers Park. Park said:", "I went over to it and turned it on, and to my surprise the face of\n Antlers Park flashed on the screen.", "\"We left the others at the mine. Miss Flowers is going back with me to\n my offices to help me improve the formula for that new antitoxin.\"", "of the building. Grannie seized a light weight carry-case and began\n dropping articles into it. A pontocated glass lens, three or four", "become a far more\n powerful exporting concern than\nInterstellar Voice\n. Antlers Park\n didn't want that.", "The other car was some distance ahead now. Park looked back and saw us\n following. He did something to the kite wire, and his car leaped ahead.", "themselves in a long flanking corridor in a northwesterly direction, as\n if to hide some secret that lay beyond. Twice I attempted to penetrate", "concentrate and amplify the power of those rays. The internal clockwork\n served a double purpose. It opened a shutter, and it rotated the lens\n slowly so that it played for a time on each of the sleeping men.", "\"They walk out into the Baldric,\" he continued, \"and nothing can stop\n them. We tried following them, of course, but it was no go. As soon as", "After that we were rolling up the driveway that led to the offices of\nLarynx Incorporated\n. As Jimmy Baker led the way up the inclined ramp,\n a door in the central building opened, and a man emerged. His face was\n drawn.", "\"Miss Flowers left with Mr. Baker for Shaft Four,\" I said. \"There's\n trouble up there. Red spot fever.\"", "was Xartal, the Martian. Grannie Annie was there, but seated at the\n controls was Antlers Park, the manager of Interstellar Voice.", "of the car and began making camp. Xartal remained in his seat. He was\n drawing pictures on large pieces of pasteboard, and as I stood there in\n the visiscreen room, I watched him." ] ]

[ "Why was Peter Karson initially relieved when he first heard the news of the invasion?", "What seems to be the invader's reason for visiting Earth?", "What is significant about the events being broadcasted?", "How does it seem that the aliens communicate?", "Why is Peter's status so important when he wakes up?", "What is Peter's mission aboard The Avenger?", "Why does Peter insist that Lorelei not come along for the mission?", "Before his departure, Peter recalls a line from a film. Why does it come to mind for him?", "By the end of the passage. what can we understand about the opening scene?" ]

[ [ "He was glad to know he wasn't the only person who had seen something. ", "He was glad to hear it reported, rather than ignored.", "It confirmed that what he saw was real, and he wasn't losing his mind. ", "He feared he was going mad and was relieved to hear something from the real world." ], [ "They recognize humans as intelligent beings and wanted to see what they have made. ", "They want to wage war with Earth and take it for themselves. ", "They are investigating humans in a scientific, albeit fatal, way.", "They are investigating humans, making notes to not destroy their world indiscriminately. " ], [ "Without the broadcast, there is no proof of what is happening. As Peter says, it's unbelievable otherwse. ", "Even though the imagery is horrific, it's important that the whole world is made aware. It's their only warning. ", "The images are horrific. It shows the brutality of the aliens. ", "The broadcasts will likely lead to mass panic and suicide, because of how grim the circumstances are. " ], [ "They make mental contact with human victims, often leading them to madness. ", "They speak through people, making them scream. ", "Their lips are sealed together. They are unable to speak. ", "They speak telepathically, in a language people can't understand. " ], [ "He's one of the few people to have survived an encounter with the aliens.", "He's a scientist. Scientists are part of the last hope as people who could potentially piece together how to fight the aliens. ", "He's a scientist. Scientists are part of the last hope as people who could lead a new life in the underground. ", "He's one of the few survivors of the new world. They need every healthy person they can get. " ], [ "To seek a solution to the aliens out in space. ", "To take the embryos with him and start a new life for humans. ", "To mutate embryos until they come across someone who can fight the aliens. ", "To seek out a \"superman.\" Someone who can face the aliens for them." ], [ "He knows he will mutate when he leaves, and he can't stand the thought of her seeing him like that. ", "It's too dangerous for her to go as a woman. She doesn't have the same odds of survival.", "He knows she would mutate as well, and he wouldn't be able to handle that and put the mission at risk. ", "He knows that they'll be reunited, and promises to come back." ], [ "He recognizes that he will be a changed, mutated man when he returns. He literally will come back \"not as a boy.\"", "He's trying to convince himself that he and humanity will be able to come back, with the emphasis on \"We'll come back.\"", "The situation is grave. Like men who go off to war, the journey will change them. He won't be coming home as the same \"boy.\"", "He's not sure he'll be coming back, and the song is bittersweet for him. " ], [ "Without Peter, the ship won't be functional anymore. ", "Despite being logical, Robert feels emotional about killing Peter. He is at odds with himself. ", "Robert kills Peter without any thought behind it. ", "Robert's cold logic has won him over completely. " ] ]

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[ [ "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nPeter Karson was dead. He had been dead for some time now, but", "Relief washed over him, leaving him breathless. He was horrified,\n of course, but only abstractedly. For the moment he could only be", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "Young Peter Karson put the last black-print down and sighed with\n satisfaction. His dream was perfect; the\nCitadel\nwas complete, every", "\"The Invaders are here, citizens,\" the commentator was saying in a\n strangled voice. \"Stay off the streets. Hide yourselves. Stay off the", "Hardly knowing what he did, he found a cigarette and lit it. His hands\n were shaking. He stared at them dully, and then he reached over to the\n newsbox on his desk, and switched it on.", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "than they were. I did not even wish that Peter were not dead, for\n reason had told me that he had to die. That was the end of it.", "\"I wonder,\" Peter said shakily, \"if I am strong enough to take it.\"\n\n\n Arnold laughed harshly. \"You are. You've got to be. You're part of our\n last hope, you see.\"", "\"I see,\" said Peter. And for the first time, he thought of the\nCitadel\n. No plan leaped full-born into his mind, but,", "He looked at me, a little oddly, almost as if he had some instinctive\n knowledge of what was to come. But he went on swiftly, \"On Earth we", "The nearest being turned slowly to regard him. Its lips did not move,\n but there was a tiny sound in Peter's brain, a thin, dry whispering.\n\n\n The scream was welling up. He fought it down and listened.", "papers away from in front of it. She turned the selector dial to \"News\"\n and pressed the stud.", "He heard a faint sound behind him, and whirled. It was the first\n time he had realized that Lorelei had followed him. She stood there,\n swaying, very pale, looking at the red Invaders. Her eyes swiveled\n slowly....", "I did understand \"gratitude,\" a little. It was a reciprocal\n arrangement: I did what Peter wished, so long as I did not actively", "Peter's lips were cold with sweat. Tiny nerves in his face and arms\n were jumping convulsively. His stomach crawled. He thrust the girl away\n from him and started toward the inner room.", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said.", "glad that what he had seen was terrible reality rather than even more\n terrible illusion.\nINVADERS APPEAR IN BOSTON.", "She came around the desk and put her hands on his shoulders. \"Pete,\n you know I haven't one—it bores me or upsets me, depending on whether\n there's trouble or not. What—\"" ], [ "\"The reason for this ... order must be apparent to all civilized\n peoples. For the Invaders have spared no part of this planet in their", "\"You yourself have said it,\" I told him. \"I am a being of logic, just\n as the beings who have invaded your planet are. I do not comprehend the", "\"The Invaders are here, citizens,\" the commentator was saying in a\n strangled voice. \"Stay off the streets. Hide yourselves. Stay off the", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "\"I have no fear that the people of Earth will fail to meet this\n challenge, for there is no alternative. Not only our individual lives\n are threatened, but our existence as a race. We must, and will, destroy\n the Invaders!\"", "\"Since the Invaders first appeared in Wood River, Oregon, 24 hours\n ago, they have not once acknowledged our attempts to communicate, or", "things which you call hate, fear, joy and love, as they do not. If I\n went to Earth, I would use your people to further my knowledge, just as", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "out to switch off the scanner, and froze. The girl felt his muscles\n tense abruptly, looked back at the scene. The Invaders were floating\n up the sloping side of a tall, pure white structure that dominated the", "He looked at me, a little oddly, almost as if he had some instinctive\n knowledge of what was to come. But he went on swiftly, \"On Earth we", "I said, \"That is the reason why we will not go back to Earth.\"\n\n\n He stared at me, his jaw slack, his hands trembling. \"What—what did\n you say?\"", "\"They're still there, I'm sure of it—the people, and the Invaders. You\n can kill the Invaders, Robert.\"", "He heard a faint sound behind him, and whirled. It was the first\n time he had realized that Lorelei had followed him. She stood there,\n swaying, very pale, looking at the red Invaders. Her eyes swiveled\n slowly....", "\"They'll live, and we'll die, because they're a superior race. We're a\n million years too far back even to understand what they are or where", "There was a scream in his throat that would not come out. He was beyond\n fear, beyond agony. He turned to the still-hovering monsters and said\n in a terrible voice, \"Why? Why?\"", "you, not telling you, even, about Earth until now—because I had to be\n sure. But now, the waiting is over.", "in any way taken notice of our existence as reasoning beings. They\n have treated us precisely as we, in less enlightened days, might\n have treated a newly-discovered race of lower animals. They have not", "reports or my words who have not seen the Invaders, or whose friends\n have not seen them.", "attacked our centers of government, nor immobilized our communications,\n nor laid siege to our defenses. But in instance after instance, they\n have done as they would with us. They have examined us, dissected us,", "driven us mad, killed us with no discernable provocation; and this is\n more intolerable than any normal invasion." ], [ "\"The Invaders are here, citizens,\" the commentator was saying in a\n strangled voice. \"Stay off the streets. Hide yourselves. Stay off the", "\"Peter!\" she said faintly. \"Why do they broadcast such things?\"", "papers away from in front of it. She turned the selector dial to \"News\"\n and pressed the stud.", "He said, \"Have you seen the news recently?\"\n\n\n She frowned. \"Why, no—Harry and I have been working for thirty-six\n hours straight. Haven't seen anybody, haven't heard anything. Why?\"", "Hardly knowing what he did, he found a cigarette and lit it. His hands\n were shaking. He stared at them dully, and then he reached over to the\n newsbox on his desk, and switched it on.", "There was a thick, oppressive silence, full of small rustlings and\n other faint sounds that were no longer normal. Then, very near, a man", "moment he heard the faint swish of a tube car going past. Everything\n was normal. Nothing, on examination, seemed to have changed. But the\n world had grown suddenly unreal.", "attacked our centers of government, nor immobilized our communications,\n nor laid siege to our defenses. But in instance after instance, they\n have done as they would with us. They have examined us, dissected us,", "He stared after it, stunned into immobility. Down in the street\n somewhere, a portable video was shrilling a popular song; after a", "\"You wouldn't believe me. Where's your newsbox?\"", "mature, and after weeks or years destroyed the monstrosities that came\n from the incubators. Time went by, meaninglessly. He ate when he was", "fingernails slicing his palms. It echoed with unbelievable volume in\n the room. It was a scream to split eardrums; a scream to wake the dead.\nSomebody said, \"Doctor!\"", "There were flaring red headlines.", "and they know it; but they have to do it. This isn't like a war, where\n the noncombatants' morale has to be kept up. There aren't going to be", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "didn't hurt them, but it annoyed them. It was the first time they'd\n been annoyed, I think. They blew up half a state, and it's still\n smoldering.\"", "especially a woman. But you stood actual mental contact with\nthem\nfor approximately five minutes. Yes, we know—you talked a lot. It's a\n miracle you're alive, and rational.\"", "There was no sound in the room except for the small splashing the\n blood made as it dropped into the sticky pool on the floor. The great\n banks of machinery around the walls were silent. I knew that they would", "He looked at me, a little oddly, almost as if he had some instinctive\n knowledge of what was to come. But he went on swiftly, \"On Earth we", "The scream came out then. Before he knew, even, that he could hold\n it back no longer, his mouth was wide open, his muscles tensed, his" ], [ "\"You yourself have said it,\" I told him. \"I am a being of logic, just\n as the beings who have invaded your planet are. I do not comprehend the", "The nearest being turned slowly to regard him. Its lips did not move,\n but there was a tiny sound in Peter's brain, a thin, dry whispering.\n\n\n The scream was welling up. He fought it down and listened.", "\"Out there, in space, the cosmics change unshielded life. They\n make tentacles out of arms; or scales out of hair; or twelve toes,", "\"The Invaders are here, citizens,\" the commentator was saying in a\n strangled voice. \"Stay off the streets. Hide yourselves. Stay off the", "\"They'll live, and we'll die, because they're a superior race. We're a\n million years too far back even to understand what they are or where", "\"Since the Invaders first appeared in Wood River, Oregon, 24 hours\n ago, they have not once acknowledged our attempts to communicate, or", "He looked at me, a little oddly, almost as if he had some instinctive\n knowledge of what was to come. But he went on swiftly, \"On Earth we", "things which you call hate, fear, joy and love, as they do not. If I\n went to Earth, I would use your people to further my knowledge, just as", "It didn't take us long to find out we couldn't kill them. They didn't\n even take any notice of our attempts to do so, except once. That was", "out to switch off the scanner, and froze. The girl felt his muscles\n tense abruptly, looked back at the scene. The Invaders were floating\n up the sloping side of a tall, pure white structure that dominated the", "in any way taken notice of our existence as reasoning beings. They\n have treated us precisely as we, in less enlightened days, might\n have treated a newly-discovered race of lower animals. They have not", "especially a woman. But you stood actual mental contact with\nthem\nfor approximately five minutes. Yes, we know—you talked a lot. It's a\n miracle you're alive, and rational.\"", "attacked our centers of government, nor immobilized our communications,\n nor laid siege to our defenses. But in instance after instance, they\n have done as they would with us. They have examined us, dissected us,", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "I said, \"That is the reason why we will not go back to Earth.\"\n\n\n He stared at me, his jaw slack, his hands trembling. \"What—what did\n you say?\"", "seemed sealed together; a thin, slimy ichor drooled from them. There\n were lines in the face, but they were lines of age, not emotion. Only\n the eyes were alive.", "There was a scream in his throat that would not come out. He was beyond\n fear, beyond agony. He turned to the still-hovering monsters and said\n in a terrible voice, \"Why? Why?\"", "The face was staring directly into his, the bulging eyes hypnotic. The\n ears were small, no more than excresences of skin. The narrow lips", "\"The reason for this ... order must be apparent to all civilized\n peoples. For the Invaders have spared no part of this planet in their" ], [ "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "Peter sank back in the bed. The room was coming into focus. He looked\n around him slowly. He felt very weak, but perfectly lucid.\n\n\n \"Yes....\" he said. \"How long have I been here, Doctor?\"", "\"I wonder,\" Peter said shakily, \"if I am strong enough to take it.\"\n\n\n Arnold laughed harshly. \"You are. You've got to be. You're part of our\n last hope, you see.\"", "He opened his eyes with an effort. There was a blurred face before him;\n in a moment it grew clearer. The strong, clean-shaven chin contrasted", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said.", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "\"What makes, Peter my love?\" she asked, and bent back to the ledger.\n Then she did a double-take, looked at his face intently, and said,\n \"Darling, what's wrong?\"", "\"I see,\" said Peter. And for the first time, he thought of the\nCitadel\n. No plan leaped full-born into his mind, but,", "Peter's lips were cold with sweat. Tiny nerves in his face and arms\n were jumping convulsively. His stomach crawled. He thrust the girl away\n from him and started toward the inner room.", "She was after him, clinging to his arms. \"No, Peter! Don't go in there!\nPeter!\n\" But he pushed her away again, woodenly, and stalked forward.", "When it was over, the thing that had been Kanin was a limp, boneless\n puddle of flesh. Peter could not look at it.", "Peter's head began spinning just a little. Glass clinked from a metal\n stand near his head; the nurse bent over him with a glass half full of\n milky fluid. It tasted awful, but she made him drink it all.", "\"There's no other way,\" Peter said. He gripped her arms tightly, as if\n he could compel her to understand by the sheer pressure of his fingers.", "than they were. I did not even wish that Peter were not dead, for\n reason had told me that he had to die. That was the end of it.", "changed, and yet they were suddenly no longer friendly. They were cold\n and alien. It was I who had changed: something inside me was dead, like\n the machinery, and like Peter.", "out of her body. \"All right,\" she said in a lifeless voice. \"You'll\n come back, Peter.\"", "Peter forced himself forward another step. Little Harry Kanin,\n Lorelei's assistant, was crumpled in a corner, half supported by the", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nPeter Karson was dead. He had been dead for some time now, but", "Peter sank back in his chair, the full shock of it striking him for the\n first time." ], [ "A man had just finished engraving the final stroke on its nameplate, to\n the left of the airlock—\nThe Avenger\n. He stepped away now, and joined\n the group a little distance away, silently waiting.", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "\"I wonder,\" Peter said shakily, \"if I am strong enough to take it.\"\n\n\n Arnold laughed harshly. \"You are. You've got to be. You're part of our\n last hope, you see.\"", "The\n Avenger\ncurved into an orbit and held it. The great motors died, and\n the silence pressed in about him.", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said.", "She was after him, clinging to his arms. \"No, Peter! Don't go in there!\nPeter!\n\" But he pushed her away again, woodenly, and stalked forward.", "\"There's no other way,\" Peter said. He gripped her arms tightly, as if\n he could compel her to understand by the sheer pressure of his fingers.", "\"I see,\" said Peter. And for the first time, he thought of the\nCitadel\n. No plan leaped full-born into his mind, but,", "\"What makes, Peter my love?\" she asked, and bent back to the ledger.\n Then she did a double-take, looked at his face intently, and said,\n \"Darling, what's wrong?\"", "Peter couldn't think of anything to say. Dr. Arnold's voice went on\n after a moment, musingly. \"We're burrowing into the earth, like worms.", "The viewpoint of the teleo sender changed as the two red beings soared\n away from their victims and angled slowly up the street. Peter reached", "its slow, monstrous alchemy upon him. Peter waited until the changes\n were unmistakably evident in his skin and hair, and then he smashed all\n the mirrors in the ship.", "Peter's lips were cold with sweat. Tiny nerves in his face and arms\n were jumping convulsively. His stomach crawled. He thrust the girl away\n from him and started toward the inner room.", "\"And now,\" he said softly, \"we will go home. I've waited so\n long—keeping the control chamber and the engine room locked away from", "Peter forced himself forward another step. Little Harry Kanin,\n Lorelei's assistant, was crumpled in a corner, half supported by the", "The nearest being turned slowly to regard him. Its lips did not move,\n but there was a tiny sound in Peter's brain, a thin, dry whispering.\n\n\n The scream was welling up. He fought it down and listened.", "out of her body. \"All right,\" she said in a lifeless voice. \"You'll\n come back, Peter.\"", "When it was over, the thing that had been Kanin was a limp, boneless\n puddle of flesh. Peter could not look at it." ], [ "Lorelei said, \"You can't do it. I won't let you! Peter—\"\n\n\n \"Darling,\" he began wearily.", "\"There's no other way,\" Peter said. He gripped her arms tightly, as if\n he could compel her to understand by the sheer pressure of his fingers.", "She was after him, clinging to his arms. \"No, Peter! Don't go in there!\nPeter!\n\" But he pushed her away again, woodenly, and stalked forward.", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "\"But where is she?\" Peter complained. \"You still haven't explained why\n I haven't been able to see her.\"", "them\n, but a superman could. That's our only chance.\n Lorelei—darling—don't you see that?\"", "\"I wonder,\" Peter said shakily, \"if I am strong enough to take it.\"\n\n\n Arnold laughed harshly. \"You are. You've got to be. You're part of our\n last hope, you see.\"", "out of her body. \"All right,\" she said in a lifeless voice. \"You'll\n come back, Peter.\"", "\"What makes, Peter my love?\" she asked, and bent back to the ledger.\n Then she did a double-take, looked at his face intently, and said,\n \"Darling, what's wrong?\"", "He was right. All the nurses, and even Dr. Arnold, were evasive, but he\n kept asking them why he couldn't see Lorelei, and finally he wormed it", "He heard a faint sound behind him, and whirled. It was the first\n time he had realized that Lorelei had followed him. She stood there,\n swaying, very pale, looking at the red Invaders. Her eyes swiveled\n slowly....", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "She came around the desk and put her hands on his shoulders. \"Pete,\n you know I haven't one—it bores me or upsets me, depending on whether\n there's trouble or not. What—\"", "streets....\" His voice droned on, but neither of them heard it.\nLorelei buried her head on his chest, clutching at him desperately.", "\"Peter!\" she said faintly. \"Why do they broadcast such things?\"", "He tried to get up again. \"Where's Lorelei?\"\n\n\n \"She's well, and you'll see her soon. Now lie quietly. You've been a\n very sick man.\"", "Peter forced himself forward another step. Little Harry Kanin,\n Lorelei's assistant, was crumpled in a corner, half supported by the", "Peter's lips were cold with sweat. Tiny nerves in his face and arms\n were jumping convulsively. His stomach crawled. He thrust the girl away\n from him and started toward the inner room.", "out of them. It had been nine and a half months, not three, and he'd\n been in a coma all that time. Lorelei, it seemed, had recovered much\n sooner.", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said." ], [ "He turned away suddenly, not trusting himself to kiss her goodbye. A\n line from an old film kept echoing through his head. \"\nThey'll\ncome\n back—but not as\nboys\n!\"", "out of her body. \"All right,\" she said in a lifeless voice. \"You'll\n come back, Peter.\"", "Peter couldn't think of anything to say. Dr. Arnold's voice went on\n after a moment, musingly. \"We're burrowing into the earth, like worms.", "than they were. I did not even wish that Peter were not dead, for\n reason had told me that he had to die. That was the end of it.", "\"What makes, Peter my love?\" she asked, and bent back to the ledger.\n Then she did a double-take, looked at his face intently, and said,\n \"Darling, what's wrong?\"", "She was after him, clinging to his arms. \"No, Peter! Don't go in there!\nPeter!\n\" But he pushed her away again, woodenly, and stalked forward.", "\"I wonder,\" Peter said shakily, \"if I am strong enough to take it.\"\n\n\n Arnold laughed harshly. \"You are. You've got to be. You're part of our\n last hope, you see.\"", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "changed, and yet they were suddenly no longer friendly. They were cold\n and alien. It was I who had changed: something inside me was dead, like\n the machinery, and like Peter.", "\"There's no other way,\" Peter said. He gripped her arms tightly, as if\n he could compel her to understand by the sheer pressure of his fingers.", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "It was a kind of indefinable emptiness. I do not think it was what\n Peter called an emotion; and yet it had nothing to do with logic,", "He looked at me, a little oddly, almost as if he had some instinctive\n knowledge of what was to come. But he went on swiftly, \"On Earth we", "Peter's lips were cold with sweat. Tiny nerves in his face and arms\n were jumping convulsively. His stomach crawled. He thrust the girl away\n from him and started toward the inner room.", "\"I see,\" said Peter. And for the first time, he thought of the\nCitadel\n. No plan leaped full-born into his mind, but,", "When it was over, the thing that had been Kanin was a limp, boneless\n puddle of flesh. Peter could not look at it.", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said.", "The nearest being turned slowly to regard him. Its lips did not move,\n but there was a tiny sound in Peter's brain, a thin, dry whispering.\n\n\n The scream was welling up. He fought it down and listened.", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "\"Peter!\" she said faintly. \"Why do they broadcast such things?\"" ], [ "He opened his eyes with an effort. There was a blurred face before him;\n in a moment it grew clearer. The strong, clean-shaven chin contrasted", "There was a thick, oppressive silence, full of small rustlings and\n other faint sounds that were no longer normal. Then, very near, a man", "He looked at me, a little oddly, almost as if he had some instinctive\n knowledge of what was to come. But he went on swiftly, \"On Earth we", "I repeated it patiently.\n\n\n \"But why?\" he cried, sinking down into the chair before me. In an\n instant all the joy had gone out of him. I could not understand his\n suffering, but I could recognize it.", "It was a new world, all by itself; or else it was a tomb. And there was\n one other change, one that you couldn't see from the outside. The solid", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "\"And now,\" he said softly, \"we will go home. I've waited so\n long—keeping the control chamber and the engine room locked away from", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "The scream came out then. Before he knew, even, that he could hold\n it back no longer, his mouth was wide open, his muscles tensed, his", "from his fingertips. His head was tilted over the back of the chair at\n a queer, unnatural angle, so that the light made deep pools of shadow\n where his eyes had been.", "For a moment or an eternity it hung there, unsupported, the bulging\n eyes staring at him. Then it grew misty at the edges. It dissolved\n slowly away and was gone.\n\n\n \"Lord!\" he said.", "There was a scream in his throat that would not come out. He was beyond\n fear, beyond agony. He turned to the still-hovering monsters and said\n in a terrible voice, \"Why? Why?\"", "Already he could feel the invisible rays burning resistlessly through\n his flesh as if it were water, shifting the cells of his body, working", "Hardly knowing what he did, he found a cigarette and lit it. His hands\n were shaking. He stared at them dully, and then he reached over to the\n newsbox on his desk, and switched it on.", "somehow, I did not like to see. It was disquieting, and so I hastened\n to the end that I knew was inevitable.", "fingernails slicing his palms. It echoed with unbelievable volume in\n the room. It was a scream to split eardrums; a scream to wake the dead.\nSomebody said, \"Doctor!\"", "attacked our centers of government, nor immobilized our communications,\n nor laid siege to our defenses. But in instance after instance, they\n have done as they would with us. They have examined us, dissected us,", "There, outside the window, fifty stories up, a face was staring\n impassively in at him. That was the first impression he got; just a", "He swung its field slowly, scanning for the last time the bare walls\n of the underground chamber, making sure that all the spectators had", "The little man's body was sagging, ever so slowly, as if he were\n relaxing tiredly. His torso was telescoping, bit by bit; his spread" ] ]

[ "What is so significant about this new area that Rolf is in?", "What is the relationship between the Hairy people and the Furry people?", "Why is Rolf's weapon so valuable in the fights with the Furry?", "What is Rolf's new plan when he spots the rocket?" ]

[ [ "It is abundant with water. It would be enough for all of Mars and the colonies. ", "The presence of Altha, and her living here in secrecy. ", "It is a secluded area, not yet touched by most other people. ", "The miniature planet and the way it functions." ], [ "The Furry people hunt the Hairy, because they were once enslaved by them.", "The Hairy people rule over the Furry, and they are rebelling against them. ", "The two factions have disputes over the land", "The Furry people have a disdain for the Hairy, and frequently attack them. " ], [ "The Hairy people need all the extra weaponry against the Furry. ", "He's able to catch the Furry off guard with his expoder. ", "It's much more technologically advanced than theirs.", "He's a skilled marksman and able to hit many targets at once. " ], [ "Now that he knows the location of the water, he'll be able to return to grab it for himself. ", "He'll have a way out of the caverns at last, be able to escape. ", "He can escape the fighting and leave Tanner and the girl behind. ", "He'll be able to distribute water to Mar's colonies, and get out with Tanner and the girl." ] ]

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[ [ "the green fertile plains and forests from the desolate desert wastes of\n the other half. Toward this barrier the spinner bore him, and Rolf was", "A hundred yards from the base of the rocky wall his feet scraped\n through black dust, and he came to a stop. Deftly Rolf nested the", "alternated with a blasted, splintered black waste of rocky desert. As\n the spinner dropped him slowly down into the vast emptiness of the\n great shining gulf, Rolf could see that a broad band of stone divided", "lifted above the restless dark waters of a vast sea. Rolf realized with\n a wrench of sudden fear that they actually hung head downward like\n flies walking across a ceiling.", "Rolf's eyes slitted. There was something vaguely unhuman about those\n gracefully marching figures. He wondered what Tanner had meant by\n calling them weasels, wondered until they came closer.", "\"Mark!\" The girl's voice was tense. Rolf felt her arm tug at his sleeve\n and he dropped beside her in the shelter of a clump of coarse-leaved", "The ship struck; split open like a rotten squash, and Rolf felt himself\n being flung far outward through thick blackness. For an eternity it", "Ten steps he took before an excited voice called out shrilly from the\n rocks ahead. Rolf's slitted gray eyes narrowed yet more and his hand", "Rolf followed the direction of the other's pale blue eyes. Overhead now\n hung the bottom of the cavern. An almost circular island of pale yellow", "This sledge was hammering relentlessly as Rolf sensed his first\n glimmer of returning light. There were two sledges, one of them that", "of the flyer crumple inward. The cabin seemed to telescope about him.\n In a slow sort of wonder Rolf felt the scrape of rock against metal,", "Rolf pushed up and outward with all the strength of his weary muscles.\n The glider knifed forward with that first swift impetus, and drove out", "Rolf swung the lax controls over hard as the bursts of fire revealed a\n looming barrier of stone dead ahead, and then he felt the tough skin", "Much later Rolf groaned with the pain of bruised muscles and tried to\n rise. To his amazement he could move all his limbs. Carefully he came", "A man stood on guard just outside the flyer's oval door. Rolf lined up\n his expoder and his jaw tensed. He guided the tiny soarer closer with", "twist into a brief smile of recognition. She shook her head and frowned\n as he moved his arm. But Rolf had learned that his limbs were not\n bound—apparently the outlaws had considered him out of the blasting", "Altha smiled shyly and winced with pain. \"Do you know,\" she said, \"even\n yet I do not know your name.\"\n\n\n Rolf grinned up at her. \"Need to?\" he asked.", "Rolf heard voices from a distance and the answering triumphant bawling\n of his two captors. The moment had come. He turned the cap of the solar\n torch away from his body and freed it.", "The wall expanded as he came nearer to the pygmy planet. The spinner\n had slowed its speed; it seemed to Rolf that he must be falling free", "The older man's eyes were hot. He jerked at Rolf's hands and then\n suddenly thought better of it. \"You're right,\" he agreed. \"Help her if\n you can. Your weapon is our only hope now.\"" ], [ "\"The Hairy People were the rulers,\" he went on, \"and the Furry Ones\n were their slaves. In the revolt that eventually split Lomihi into two", "who live here upon the Barrier. Though their blood is that of the two\n races mingled they hate the Furry Ones.\"", "wastelands. The Hairy People had come to battle the invaders.", "of countless lashes. Their bodies, like that of Altha, were covered\n with a silky coat of reddish hair.", "\"Sorry,\" said the tall man as Rolf sprang easily from the ground to\n their side. \"I'm always forgetting the mind-reading abilities of the\n Hairy People.\"", "Tanner shrugged his shoulders. \"What can I do? Altha has the blood\n of the Hairy People in her veins. She will warn them even though the\n outlaws have turned her people against her.\"", "Mark Tanner was peering out a slitted embrasure that overlooked the\n desolate land of the Hairy People.", "\"Not yet,\" he said. \"When Altha has warned the Hairy People we can cut\n off their retreat. After they have passed I will arouse the Outcasts", "Barrier from the fertile plains of Nyd to raid the Hairy People. They\n take them for slaves.\"", "over the Barrier. The Furry Ones were struggling insect shapes below\n him, and he saw with a thrill that larger bodied warriors, whose bodies\n glinted with a dull bronze, were attacking them from the burnt-out", "A shadow passed over their hiding place. The Furry Amazons too saw the\n indistinct darkness and looked up. High overhead drifted the narrow", "The Furry Amazons swarmed up over the lower terraces of rocks, their\n snaky heads thrust forward and their swords slashing. The two Earthmen", "Tanner's finger pointed. \"Altha!\" Rolf saw the graceful wings of the\n glider riding the thermals back toward the Barrier. \"She had warned the\n Hairy People, and now she returns.\"", "gray bushes. \"The Furry Women attack!\"\nA hundred paces away Rolf made the dark shapes of armed warriors as\n they filed downward from the Barrier into the blackened desolation of", "flesh was covered with a fine reddish coat of hair. Even her face was\n sleek and gleaming with its coppery covering of down.", "of a weasel-brute! Their necks were long and wide, merging into\n the gray-furred muscles of their narrow bodies until they seemed\n utterly shoulderless, and beneath their furry pelts the ripples of", "the wasteland toward the nearest sunken valleys of the Hairy People.\n Rolf and Mark Tanner came to their feet.", "Then they were over the Barrier and Rolf saw the last of the beaten\n Furry Ones racing back across the great wall toward the Plains of", "the heart of the Barrier. Rolf blasted another spurt of explosive\n needles at the Furry Ones and followed.\nDarkness thickened as they penetrated into the maze of the Barrier's", "\"See!\" Tanner's voice was muted. \"Giffa, Queen of the Furry Ones!\"" ], [ "Rolf's expoder rattled briefly like a high-speed sewing machine as he\n flicked its muzzle back and forth along the ranks of attacking Furry", "The older man's eyes were hot. He jerked at Rolf's hands and then\n suddenly thought better of it. \"You're right,\" he agreed. \"Help her if\n you can. Your weapon is our only hope now.\"", "They went down, Rolf swinging his fist like a hammer. He felt the Frog\n go limp and he loosed a relieved whistle. Now with a rocket flyer and", "the heart of the Barrier. Rolf blasted another spurt of explosive\n needles at the Furry Ones and followed.\nDarkness thickened as they penetrated into the maze of the Barrier's", "Rolf's eyes slitted. There was something vaguely unhuman about those\n gracefully marching figures. He wondered what Tanner had meant by\n calling them weasels, wondered until they came closer.", "A man stood on guard just outside the flyer's oval door. Rolf lined up\n his expoder and his jaw tensed. He guided the tiny soarer closer with", "A green bulge showed around the polished fuselage and Rolf pressed his\n captured weapon's firing button. A roar of pain came from the wounded", "Rolf heard voices from a distance and the answering triumphant bawling\n of his two captors. The moment had come. He turned the cap of the solar\n torch away from his body and freed it.", "\"Right.\" Tanner's fingers bit into Rolf's arm. \"Pray that the wind does\n not shift, their nostrils are sensitive as those of the weasels they\n resemble.\"", "Rolf snapped his weapon overhand at the Frog's hairless skull. The\n fish-bellied alien ducked but his expoder swung off the target", "By degrees Rolf worked his arm down to his belt where his solar torch\n was hooked. His fingers made careful adjustments within the inset base\n of the torch, pushing a lever here and adjusting a tension screw there.", "shattered heart. An unseen furry shape sprang upon Rolf's shoulders\n and as he sank to his knees he felt hot saliva drip like acid upon his", "gray bushes. \"The Furry Women attack!\"\nA hundred paces away Rolf made the dark shapes of armed warriors as\n they filed downward from the Barrier into the blackened desolation of", "This sledge was hammering relentlessly as Rolf sensed his first\n glimmer of returning light. There were two sledges, one of them that", "Rolf raised his expoder, red anger clouding his eyes as he saw these\n maimed beasts of burden, but the hand of Mark Tanner pressed down\n firmly across his arm. The older man shook his head.", "twist into a brief smile of recognition. She shook her head and frowned\n as he moved his arm. But Rolf had learned that his limbs were not\n bound—apparently the outlaws had considered him out of the blasting", "Rolf swung the lax controls over hard as the bursts of fire revealed a\n looming barrier of stone dead ahead, and then he felt the tough skin", "comrades. But if the outlaw saw him Rolf knew that he would be the\n first to fire—his was the element of surprise.", "A score of feet lay between them, and suddenly the outlaw whirled\n about. Rolf pressed the firing button; the expoder clicked over once", "moment they fought, coughing and choking from the thickening pall of\n smoke, and then the fingers of the outlaw clamped around Rolf's throat\n and squeezed hard." ], [ "near its center in a narrow strip of rocky gulch. A sudden thought made\n him grin. He drove directly toward the grounded ship. With this rocket", "Sisko Rolf's stocky body was a blur of motion as he cut the rocket\n jets, doused the twin searchlights, and switched over to the audio", "Rolf swung the lax controls over hard as the bursts of fire revealed a\n looming barrier of stone dead ahead, and then he felt the tough skin", "Rolf caught a glimpse of a sleek rocket flyer diving upon Altha's frail\n wing. He saw the girl go gliding steeply down toward a ragged jumble", "Rolf heard voices from a distance and the answering triumphant bawling\n of his two captors. The moment had come. He turned the cap of the solar\n torch away from his body and freed it.", "A hundred yards from the base of the rocky wall his feet scraped\n through black dust, and he came to a stop. Deftly Rolf nested the", "A man stood on guard just outside the flyer's oval door. Rolf lined up\n his expoder and his jaw tensed. He guided the tiny soarer closer with", "The older man's eyes were hot. He jerked at Rolf's hands and then\n suddenly thought better of it. \"You're right,\" he agreed. \"Help her if\n you can. Your weapon is our only hope now.\"", "alternated with a blasted, splintered black waste of rocky desert. As\n the spinner dropped him slowly down into the vast emptiness of the\n great shining gulf, Rolf could see that a broad band of stone divided", "Rolf pushed up and outward with all the strength of his weary muscles.\n The glider knifed forward with that first swift impetus, and drove out", "of the flyer crumple inward. The cabin seemed to telescope about him.\n In a slow sort of wonder Rolf felt the scrape of rock against metal,", "momentarily. In that instant Rolf launched himself from the open\n framework of the slowly diving glider, full upon the Venusian.", "Ten steps he took before an excited voice called out shrilly from the\n rocks ahead. Rolf's slitted gray eyes narrowed yet more and his hand", "They went down, Rolf swinging his fist like a hammer. He felt the Frog\n go limp and he loosed a relieved whistle. Now with a rocket flyer and", "Down plunged the battered ship, downward ever downward. Somehow Rolf\n found the strength to wrap his fingers around the control levers and", "A green bulge showed around the polished fuselage and Rolf pressed his\n captured weapon's firing button. A roar of pain came from the wounded", "\"Fire!\" There was panic in the outlaw's voice. Rolf came to his knees\n in the blanketing fog and looked forward.", "It was then, even as he snapped the release of his spinner and the\n nested blades spun free overhead, that he saw the slowly turning bulk\n of the cloud-swathed world, a tiny five mile green ball of a planet!", "Three times he fired the gun, the rocket projectiles blasting off with\n their invisible preliminary jets of gas, and three times an enemy craft", "The wall expanded as he came nearer to the pygmy planet. The spinner\n had slowed its speed; it seemed to Rolf that he must be falling free" ] ]

[ "What can be inferred about the personality of Grannie Annie from the passage?", "Why was Baker hesitant to send his employees on an enforced vacation?", "What was the point in Grannie Annie and Billy-boy venturing into the desert?", "Although Billy-boy questioned his decision of letting Grannie Annie leave with Baker in the kit car, what put his mind at ease?", "What was a common factor with all the victims of the Red Spot Fever?", "How was Antlers Park able to fool Ezra and Billy-boy into believing Grannie Annie was with him?", "What was the motivation behind Antlers Park's behavior?", "How did Grannie Annie avoid the actions of Antlers Park?" ]

[ [ "She's fearless and quick-witted", "She's fearful and hard to work with", "She lacks the experience that she claims she has for her novels", "She lacks the knowledge that is needed for her novels" ], [ "He feared they would have too much difficulty getting the employees back to work.", "He feared that would not stop the plague of Red Spot Fever.", "He feared they would lose chartered rights with Spacolonial", "He feared their work would suffer from the break." ], [ "They were there to find Baker", "They were trying to locate the strange birds", "They were looking for proof of the Red Spot Fever", "They were trying to locate the kites" ], [ "The car and its passengers were safe from the Red Spot Fever", "The kite car was protected by the strange birds.", "The invention by Baker allowed them to watch the movements of the car and its passengers", "She was a strong woman and capable of taking care of herself." ], [ "They were all treated in the Baldric ", "They had all started investigating the odd birds and their strange behavior", "They had all started seeing symptoms in the mines", "They had all started seeing symptoms in the barracks" ], [ "He was driving the kite car too quickly through the sand to clearly see who the passenger was.", "He was using one of the images from the birds as an impersonator of Grannie Annie ", "He was a skilled mastermind with tendencies that could trick anyone into believing him", "His vehicle was equipped with technology that could infiltrate the invention by Baker" ], [ "He wanted Shalf Four all to himself and his team.", "He wanted the mining to stop because it was causing Larynx Voice to become more powerful than Interstellar Incorporated", "He wanted the mining to stop because it was causing Larynx Incorporated to become more powerful than Interstellar Voice", "He wanted his heat gun invention to overpower Baker's inventions" ], [ "She pretended to contract the plague.", "She distracted him by sharing a new plot for her novel.", "She used a cockatoo image to distract him.", "She turned his own heat gun on him" ] ]

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[ [ "was crazy. But Miss Flowers, known to her friends as Grannie Annie,\n had always been mildly crazy. If you haven't read her books, you've\n missed something. She's the author of", "\"What sort of trouble?\" Grannie Annie had demanded. And when Antlers\n Park stuttered evasively, the old lady snorted, \"Fiddlesticks, I never", "It was Grannie. As the car drew up alongside I saw her sitting in her\n prim way next to Antlers Park. Park said:", "There was a huge chair-shaped rock there, and seated upon it was\n Grannie Annie. She had a tablet in her hands, and she was writing.", "\"I can't tell you how glad I am you're here, Grannie,\" he said. \"If\n anybody can help me, you can.\"", "Grannie Annie was the original research digger-upper, and when she\n laid the setting of a yarn on a star of the sixth magnitude, only a\n transportation-velocity of less than light could prevent her from", "Grannie Annie told her story during the long ride back to Shaft Four.\n We drove slowly, keeping the line of marching Larynx miners always\n ahead of us.", "And then all at once Grannie stopped again, this time at the top of a\n high ridge. She shielded her eyes and stared off into the plain we had\n just crossed.", "\"Grannie!\" I yelled. \"What're you doing here? Where's Mr. Baker?\"\n\n\n She rose to her feet and clambered down the rock.", "awe. The duplicate of myself was talking to the duplicate of Grannie\n Annie, and she was replying in the most natural way.", "of the building. Grannie seized a light weight carry-case and began\n dropping articles into it. A pontocated glass lens, three or four", "Up on the eyrie a strange performance was taking place. The duplicate\n of Grannie Annie was bowing to the duplicate of Jimmy Baker, and the\n image of Ezra Karn was playing leap frog with the image of Antlers Park.", "Ezra spoke over my shoulder. \"He's doing scenes for Grannie's new\n book,\" he said. \"The old lady figures on using the events here for a\n plot.\nLook at that damned nosy bird!\n\"", "foreboding. Had I been a fool to let Grannie go? I thought of her, an\n old woman who should be in a rocking chair, knitting socks. If anything", "\"Ultra violet,\" Grannie Annie explained. \"The opposite end of the\n vibratory scale and the only thing that will combat the infra-red rays", "time, and now as the immense disc of Jupiter flamed across the sky,\n entered the outer limits of the Baldric. Grannie Annie strode in the", "Grannie nodded. \"I think you and I and Xartal had better take a run up\n there,\" she said. \"But first I want to see your laboratory.\"", "DOUBLE TROUBLE\nby CARL JACOBI\nGrannie Annie, that waspish science-fiction\n\n writer, was in a jam again. What with red-spot", "Annie's very life might be at stake, not to mention the lives of\n hundreds of mine workers. Again Park took aim and again a hole\n shattered our windscreen.", "Ezra Karn jabbed my elbow. \"Grannie's coming back. I thought she'd be\n getting sick of this blamed moon.\"" ], [ "\"There must be ways of stopping this,\" she said. \"Have you called in\n any physicians? Why don't you call an enforced vacation and send the\n men away until the plague has died down?\"", "\"Mr. Baker,\" he said breathlessly, \"seventy-five workers at Shaft Four\n have headed out into the Baldric.\"\n\n\n Baker dropped his cigarette and ground his heel on it savagely.", "There was no refusing her. Jimmy Baker led the way down to a lower\n level where a huge laboratory and experimental shop ran the length", "After that we were rolling up the driveway that led to the offices of\nLarynx Incorporated\n. As Jimmy Baker led the way up the inclined ramp,\n a door in the central building opened, and a man emerged. His face was\n drawn.", "I decided I liked Baker the moment I saw him. In his middle thirties,\n he was tall and lean, with pleasant blue eyes which even his sand\n goggles could not conceal.", "\"This is Jimmy Baker,\" she said. \"He manages\nLarynx Incorporated\n, and\n he's the real reason we're here.\"", "\"Miss Flowers left with Mr. Baker for Shaft Four,\" I said. \"There's\n trouble up there. Red spot fever.\"", "On Jimmy Baker's desk was a large file marked: FEVER VICTIMS. I opened\n it and found it contained the case histories of those men who had been\n attacked by the strange malady.", "Baker shook his head. \"Three doctors from Callisto were here last\n month. They were as much at loss as I am. As for sending the men away,", "He did head her off and managed to lure her and Baker and Xartal into\n the Shaft barracks where they would be exposed to the rays from the\n lens button. But Grannie only pretended to contract the plague.", "\"It's Mr. Baker's own invention,\" the operator said. \"An improvement on\n the visiphone.\"", "\"The entire crew of Shaft Four have gone out into the Baldric,\" he said\n slowly. There was a large map hanging on the wall back of Baker's desk.\n Grannie Annie walked across to it and began to study its markings.", "A visiphone bell sounded, and Baker walked across to the instrument. A\n man's face formed in the vision plate. Baker listened, said \"Okay\" and\n threw off the switch.", "Baker lit a cigarette. \"There's all kinds of rumors,\" he replied, \"but\n none of them will hold water. By the way, there's a cockatoo eyrie\n ahead of us.\"", "\"Shaft Four, eh?\" he repeated. \"That's our principal mine. If the fever\n spreads there, I'm licked.\"", "has been\n bewitched,\" he began slowly. \"We pay our men high wages and give them\n excellent living conditions with a vacation on Callisto every year.", "Baker looked up. \"That's right. We only began operations there a\n comparatively short time ago. Struck a rich vein of Acoustix that", "\"They walk out into the Baldric,\" he continued, \"and nothing can stop\n them. We tried following them, of course, but it was no go. As soon as", "The\nreal\nJimmy Baker stood next to Grannie, staring up at this", "questioned.\nJimmy Baker nodded. He told his story over the roar of the wind as we\n headed back across the desert. Occasionally he touched a stud on an" ], [ "And then all at once Grannie stopped again, this time at the top of a\n high ridge. She shielded her eyes and stared off into the plain we had\n just crossed.", "\"The entire crew of Shaft Four have gone out into the Baldric,\" he said\n slowly. There was a large map hanging on the wall back of Baker's desk.\n Grannie Annie walked across to it and began to study its markings.", "was crazy. But Miss Flowers, known to her friends as Grannie Annie,\n had always been mildly crazy. If you haven't read her books, you've\n missed something. She's the author of", "\"What sort of trouble?\" Grannie Annie had demanded. And when Antlers\n Park stuttered evasively, the old lady snorted, \"Fiddlesticks, I never", "Grannie Annie told her story during the long ride back to Shaft Four.\n We drove slowly, keeping the line of marching Larynx miners always\n ahead of us.", "\"Billy-boy,\" she said to me in a strange voice, \"look down there and\n tell me what you see.\"", "Up on the eyrie a strange performance was taking place. The duplicate\n of Grannie Annie was bowing to the duplicate of Jimmy Baker, and the\n image of Ezra Karn was playing leap frog with the image of Antlers Park.", "Then a corridor opened before me; a mile forward and the desert began\n again. But it was a new desert this time: the sand packed hard as", "Annie's very life might be at stake, not to mention the lives of\n hundreds of mine workers. Again Park took aim and again a hole\n shattered our windscreen.", "\"Grannie!\" I yelled. \"What're you doing here? Where's Mr. Baker?\"\n\n\n She rose to her feet and clambered down the rock.", "Ezra spoke over my shoulder. \"He's doing scenes for Grannie's new\n book,\" he said. \"The old lady figures on using the events here for a\n plot.\nLook at that damned nosy bird!\n\"", "questioned.\nJimmy Baker nodded. He told his story over the roar of the wind as we\n headed back across the desert. Occasionally he touched a stud on an", "time, and now as the immense disc of Jupiter flamed across the sky,\n entered the outer limits of the Baldric. Grannie Annie strode in the", "\"They walk out into the Baldric,\" he continued, \"and nothing can stop\n them. We tried following them, of course, but it was no go. As soon as", "It was Grannie. As the car drew up alongside I saw her sitting in her\n prim way next to Antlers Park. Park said:", "There was a huge chair-shaped rock there, and seated upon it was\n Grannie Annie. She had a tablet in her hands, and she was writing.", "It was a scene of a rapidly unfolding desert country as seen from the\n rear of a kite car. Directly behind the windscreen, backs turned to me,", "Now we were rocketing over the sand dunes, winding in and out between\n the flagpole trees. I had to catch that car I told myself. Grannie", "\"Don't look so fuddled, Billy-boy. Come along, and I'll show you.\"", "Moments later a rude circle of flagpole trees loomed ahead. Across the\n top of them was stretched a translucent web. Jimmy and Grannie got out" ], [ "The kite car was brought out again, and the old woman, Baker and the\n Martian took their places in it. Then Jimmy waved, and the car began to", "The cloud of anxiety which had wrapped itself about me disappeared\n somewhat as I viewed this device. At least I could now keep myself\n posted of Grannie's movements.", "It was Grannie. As the car drew up alongside I saw her sitting in her\n prim way next to Antlers Park. Park said:", "\"Grannie!\" I yelled. \"What're you doing here? Where's Mr. Baker?\"\n\n\n She rose to her feet and clambered down the rock.", "The\nreal\nJimmy Baker stood next to Grannie, staring up at this", "\"I can't tell you how glad I am you're here, Grannie,\" he said. \"If\n anybody can help me, you can.\"", "\"What sort of trouble?\" Grannie Annie had demanded. And when Antlers\n Park stuttered evasively, the old lady snorted, \"Fiddlesticks, I never", "Grannie Annie told her story during the long ride back to Shaft Four.\n We drove slowly, keeping the line of marching Larynx miners always\n ahead of us.", "He did head her off and managed to lure her and Baker and Xartal into\n the Shaft barracks where they would be exposed to the rays from the\n lens button. But Grannie only pretended to contract the plague.", "Up on the eyrie a strange performance was taking place. The duplicate\n of Grannie Annie was bowing to the duplicate of Jimmy Baker, and the\n image of Ezra Karn was playing leap frog with the image of Antlers Park.", "was crazy. But Miss Flowers, known to her friends as Grannie Annie,\n had always been mildly crazy. If you haven't read her books, you've\n missed something. She's the author of", "\"The entire crew of Shaft Four have gone out into the Baldric,\" he said\n slowly. There was a large map hanging on the wall back of Baker's desk.\n Grannie Annie walked across to it and began to study its markings.", "I decided I liked Baker the moment I saw him. In his middle thirties,\n he was tall and lean, with pleasant blue eyes which even his sand\n goggles could not conceal.", "\"Billy-boy,\" she said to me in a strange voice, \"look down there and\n tell me what you see.\"", "were Jimmy Baker, Grannie, and Xartal. It was as if I were standing\n directly behind them.", "\"Don't look so fuddled, Billy-boy. Come along, and I'll show you.\"", "of the building. Grannie seized a light weight carry-case and began\n dropping articles into it. A pontocated glass lens, three or four", "Park then attempted to outwit Ezra Karn and me by returning in Jimmy\n Baker's kite car with a cockatoo image of Grannie.", "The kite car swam into view in the screen above the instrument panel.\n I stared with open eyes. Jimmy Baker no longer was in the car, nor", "questioned.\nJimmy Baker nodded. He told his story over the roar of the wind as we\n headed back across the desert. Occasionally he touched a stud on an" ], [ "Up until a short time ago most of them were in excellent health and\n spirits. Then the Red Spot Fever got them.\"", "that cause red spot fever. Those men won't stop walking until they've\n reached Shaft Four.\"", "\"Red Spot Fever?\" Grannie looked at him curiously.\n\n\n Jimmy Baker nodded. \"The first symptoms are a tendency to garrulousness\n on the part of the patient. Then they disappear.\"", "All at once I had it! Red spot fever. Heat fever from the infra-red\n rays of Jupiter's great spot. Someone had constructed this lens to", "\"Miss Flowers left with Mr. Baker for Shaft Four,\" I said. \"There's\n trouble up there. Red spot fever.\"", "Nodding, I turned and motioned to Karn. We went back downstairs.\n\n\n \"That explains something at any rate,\" the old prospector said. \"But\n how about that Red spot fever?\"", "On Jimmy Baker's desk was a large file marked: FEVER VICTIMS. I opened\n it and found it contained the case histories of those men who had been\n attacked by the strange malady.", "\"Fever, eh?\" repeated Park. \"That's a shame. Is there anything I can\n do?\"\n\n\n \"Tell me,\" I said, \"has your company had any trouble with this plague?\"", "Reading them over, I was struck by one detail. Each patient had\n received the first symptoms, not while working in the mines, but while\n sleeping or lounging in the barracks.", "It was he or his agents who placed those lens buttons in the Larynx\n barracks.\nFor he knew that just as Jupiter's great spot was", "\"Shaft Four, eh?\" he repeated. \"That's our principal mine. If the fever\n spreads there, I'm licked.\"", "\"A little. But up until yesterday the fever's been confined to the\n other side of the Baldric. We had one partial case, but my chemists", "responsible for a climate and atmosphere suitable for an Earthman on\n this Eighth Moon, so also was that spot a deadly power in itself,\n capable when its rays were concentrated of causing a fatal sickness.", "He did head her off and managed to lure her and Baker and Xartal into\n the Shaft barracks where they would be exposed to the rays from the\n lens button. But Grannie only pretended to contract the plague.", "\"The entire crew of Shaft Four have gone out into the Baldric,\" he said\n slowly. There was a large map hanging on the wall back of Baker's desk.\n Grannie Annie walked across to it and began to study its markings.", "\"What have you done with Miss Flowers?\" I demanded.\n\n\n The manager's eyes glittered with fear as he saw my finger tense on the\n trigger. Weakly he lifted an arm and pointed to the northwest.", "concentrate and amplify the power of those rays. The internal clockwork\n served a double purpose. It opened a shutter, and it rotated the lens\n slowly so that it played for a time on each of the sleeping men.", "\"There must be ways of stopping this,\" she said. \"Have you called in\n any physicians? Why don't you call an enforced vacation and send the\n men away until the plague has died down?\"", "\"Don't you see,\" the lady continued. \"Everything that Xartal put on\n paper has been seen by one or more of these cockatoos. The cockatoos", "\"We left the others at the mine. Miss Flowers is going back with me to\n my offices to help me improve the formula for that new antitoxin.\"" ], [ "Up on the eyrie a strange performance was taking place. The duplicate\n of Grannie Annie was bowing to the duplicate of Jimmy Baker, and the\n image of Ezra Karn was playing leap frog with the image of Antlers Park.", "It was Grannie. As the car drew up alongside I saw her sitting in her\n prim way next to Antlers Park. Park said:", "\"What sort of trouble?\" Grannie Annie had demanded. And when Antlers\n Park stuttered evasively, the old lady snorted, \"Fiddlesticks, I never", "Park then attempted to outwit Ezra Karn and me by returning in Jimmy\n Baker's kite car with a cockatoo image of Grannie.", "Ezra spoke over my shoulder. \"He's doing scenes for Grannie's new\n book,\" he said. \"The old lady figures on using the events here for a\n plot.\nLook at that damned nosy bird!\n\"", "\"I see you've got Antlers Park. I'm glad of that. It saves me a lot of\n trouble.\" She took off her spectacles and wiped them on her sleeve.", "Then suddenly becoming fearful of Grannie's prying, Antlers Park strove\n to head her off before she reached Shaft Four.", "was Xartal, the Martian. Grannie Annie was there, but seated at the\n controls was Antlers Park, the manager of Interstellar Voice.", "He did head her off and managed to lure her and Baker and Xartal into\n the Shaft barracks where they would be exposed to the rays from the\n lens button. But Grannie only pretended to contract the plague.", "was crazy. But Miss Flowers, known to her friends as Grannie Annie,\n had always been mildly crazy. If you haven't read her books, you've\n missed something. She's the author of", "\"Ezra!\" I yelled, swinging the car. \"That wasn't Grannie!\nThat was one\n of those damned cockatoo images.\nWe've got to catch him.\"", "I went over to it and turned it on, and to my surprise the face of\n Antlers Park flashed on the screen.", "What I didn't expect was Ezra Karn. He was an old prospector Grannie\n had met, and he had become so attached to the authoress he now followed", "the proper shading and then go on to the next. In swift rotation\n likenesses of Ezra Karn, of myself, of Jimmy Baker, and of Antlers Park\n took form.", "\"Grannie!\" I yelled. \"What're you doing here? Where's Mr. Baker?\"\n\n\n She rose to her feet and clambered down the rock.", "Annie's very life might be at stake, not to mention the lives of\n hundreds of mine workers. Again Park took aim and again a hole\n shattered our windscreen.", "There was a huge chair-shaped rock there, and seated upon it was\n Grannie Annie. She had a tablet in her hands, and she was writing.", "Ezra Karn jabbed my elbow. \"Grannie's coming back. I thought she'd be\n getting sick of this blamed moon.\"", "Grannie Annie told her story during the long ride back to Shaft Four.\n We drove slowly, keeping the line of marching Larynx miners always\n ahead of us.", "\"I can't tell you how glad I am you're here, Grannie,\" he said. \"If\n anybody can help me, you can.\"" ], [ "\"I see you've got Antlers Park. I'm glad of that. It saves me a lot of\n trouble.\" She took off her spectacles and wiped them on her sleeve.", "Then suddenly becoming fearful of Grannie's prying, Antlers Park strove\n to head her off before she reached Shaft Four.", "It was Grannie. As the car drew up alongside I saw her sitting in her\n prim way next to Antlers Park. Park said:", "Antlers Park flicked the ash from his cheroot and shrugged.", "I went over to it and turned it on, and to my surprise the face of\n Antlers Park flashed on the screen.", "\"What sort of trouble?\" Grannie Annie had demanded. And when Antlers\n Park stuttered evasively, the old lady snorted, \"Fiddlesticks, I never", "Up on the eyrie a strange performance was taking place. The duplicate\n of Grannie Annie was bowing to the duplicate of Jimmy Baker, and the\n image of Ezra Karn was playing leap frog with the image of Antlers Park.", "become a far more\n powerful exporting concern than\nInterstellar Voice\n. Antlers Park\n didn't want that.", "Annie's very life might be at stake, not to mention the lives of\n hundreds of mine workers. Again Park took aim and again a hole\n shattered our windscreen.", "The other car was some distance ahead now. Park looked back and saw us\n following. He did something to the kite wire, and his car leaped ahead.", "was Xartal, the Martian. Grannie Annie was there, but seated at the\n controls was Antlers Park, the manager of Interstellar Voice.", "Park then attempted to outwit Ezra Karn and me by returning in Jimmy\n Baker's kite car with a cockatoo image of Grannie.", "After that we were rolling up the driveway that led to the offices of\nLarynx Incorporated\n. As Jimmy Baker led the way up the inclined ramp,\n a door in the central building opened, and a man emerged. His face was\n drawn.", "The thong yanked tight about the manager's throat. Park did the only\n thing he could do. He shut off power, and the two cars coasted to a", "the proper shading and then go on to the next. In swift rotation\n likenesses of Ezra Karn, of myself, of Jimmy Baker, and of Antlers Park\n took form.", "Ezra spoke over my shoulder. \"He's doing scenes for Grannie's new\n book,\" he said. \"The old lady figures on using the events here for a\n plot.\nLook at that damned nosy bird!\n\"", "themselves in a long flanking corridor in a northwesterly direction, as\n if to hide some secret that lay beyond. Twice I attempted to penetrate", "He did head her off and managed to lure her and Baker and Xartal into\n the Shaft barracks where they would be exposed to the rays from the\n lens button. But Grannie only pretended to contract the plague.", "\"What have you done with Miss Flowers?\" I demanded.\n\n\n The manager's eyes glittered with fear as he saw my finger tense on the\n trigger. Weakly he lifted an arm and pointed to the northwest.", "Five minutes after my ship had blasted down, the four of us met in the\n offices of\nInterstellar Voice\n. And then I was shaking hands with\n Antlers Park, the manager of I. V. himself." ], [ "\"What sort of trouble?\" Grannie Annie had demanded. And when Antlers\n Park stuttered evasively, the old lady snorted, \"Fiddlesticks, I never", "It was Grannie. As the car drew up alongside I saw her sitting in her\n prim way next to Antlers Park. Park said:", "Then suddenly becoming fearful of Grannie's prying, Antlers Park strove\n to head her off before she reached Shaft Four.", "\"I see you've got Antlers Park. I'm glad of that. It saves me a lot of\n trouble.\" She took off her spectacles and wiped them on her sleeve.", "Up on the eyrie a strange performance was taking place. The duplicate\n of Grannie Annie was bowing to the duplicate of Jimmy Baker, and the\n image of Ezra Karn was playing leap frog with the image of Antlers Park.", "was crazy. But Miss Flowers, known to her friends as Grannie Annie,\n had always been mildly crazy. If you haven't read her books, you've\n missed something. She's the author of", "Annie's very life might be at stake, not to mention the lives of\n hundreds of mine workers. Again Park took aim and again a hole\n shattered our windscreen.", "Grannie Annie told her story during the long ride back to Shaft Four.\n We drove slowly, keeping the line of marching Larynx miners always\n ahead of us.", "was Xartal, the Martian. Grannie Annie was there, but seated at the\n controls was Antlers Park, the manager of Interstellar Voice.", "And then all at once Grannie stopped again, this time at the top of a\n high ridge. She shielded her eyes and stared off into the plain we had\n just crossed.", "There was a huge chair-shaped rock there, and seated upon it was\n Grannie Annie. She had a tablet in her hands, and she was writing.", "\"Grannie!\" I yelled. \"What're you doing here? Where's Mr. Baker?\"\n\n\n She rose to her feet and clambered down the rock.", "Moments later a rude circle of flagpole trees loomed ahead. Across the\n top of them was stretched a translucent web. Jimmy and Grannie got out", "He did head her off and managed to lure her and Baker and Xartal into\n the Shaft barracks where they would be exposed to the rays from the\n lens button. But Grannie only pretended to contract the plague.", "Grannie Annie was the original research digger-upper, and when she\n laid the setting of a yarn on a star of the sixth magnitude, only a\n transportation-velocity of less than light could prevent her from", "Ezra spoke over my shoulder. \"He's doing scenes for Grannie's new\n book,\" he said. \"The old lady figures on using the events here for a\n plot.\nLook at that damned nosy bird!\n\"", "of the building. Grannie seized a light weight carry-case and began\n dropping articles into it. A pontocated glass lens, three or four", "\"Ultra violet,\" Grannie Annie explained. \"The opposite end of the\n vibratory scale and the only thing that will combat the infra-red rays", "Antlers Park flicked the ash from his cheroot and shrugged.", "I went over to it and turned it on, and to my surprise the face of\n Antlers Park flashed on the screen." ] ]

[ "Why did Lorelei choose to not keep up with the news for herself?", "When Peter woke in the hospital, how long was he told that he had been there?", "What was Peter's occupation?", "Why did Robert choose to not return to Earth after Peter had told him that he was ready?", "Why did Peter choose to go on the mission by himself rather than taking Lorelei with him?", "Why did Peter choose to break all the mirrors inside the ship?", "How did Peter get the scar on his cheek?", "What emotions could likely be behind the expression on Peter's face at the end of the passage when he was told that they could not return to Earth?", "Why was Robert the only choice for returning to Earh?", "Based on the remainder of the passage, from whose perspective is the introduction?" ]

[ [ "Peter always kept her informed well enough. ", "She didn't care enough to know the news. ", "She found it to be depressing or boring. ", "She didn't have time to keep up with current events. " ], [ "nine and a half days ", "nine and a half months", "Three days", "Three months" ], [ "Doctor", "Lab Technician", "Scientist", "Journalist" ], [ "He wanted to stay with Peter, alone. ", "His fear of the Invaders after hearing the story from Peter's diary", "His logic wouldn't allow him to fulfill the purpose", "He couldn't decipher the difference in killing the humans and the Invaders" ], [ "Women needed to stay underground for reproduction purposes", "There was only room for one passenger in the ship. ", "There was a slim chance of survial", "Lorelei was too afraid to make the journey with him. " ], [ "The mirrors were harmful to the embryos ", "The mirrors reflected too much light. ", "He needed his full attention on the task at hand. ", "He didn't want to see the changes to himself due to the rays." ], [ "From an accidental talon scratch", "From traveling through the dangerous rays.", "From the construction of his ship", "From the Invaders attack." ], [ "Fear", "Satisfaction", "Defeat", "Contentment" ], [ "He was the only changeling-child who grew to have no fear. ", "He was the only changeling-child who had not been destroyed", "He was the only one will the powerfully strong talons that could defeat the Invaders", "He was the strongest of the group" ], [ "Robert", "Peter", "An Invader", "Lorelei" ] ]

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[ [ "papers away from in front of it. She turned the selector dial to \"News\"\n and pressed the stud.", "He said, \"Have you seen the news recently?\"\n\n\n She frowned. \"Why, no—Harry and I have been working for thirty-six\n hours straight. Haven't seen anybody, haven't heard anything. Why?\"", "Hardly knowing what he did, he found a cigarette and lit it. His hands\n were shaking. He stared at them dully, and then he reached over to the\n newsbox on his desk, and switched it on.", "out of them. It had been nine and a half months, not three, and he'd\n been in a coma all that time. Lorelei, it seemed, had recovered much\n sooner.", "He was right. All the nurses, and even Dr. Arnold, were evasive, but he\n kept asking them why he couldn't see Lorelei, and finally he wormed it", "streets....\" His voice droned on, but neither of them heard it.\nLorelei buried her head on his chest, clutching at him desperately.", "\"You wouldn't believe me. Where's your newsbox?\"", "Lorelei, beautiful in spite of dark-circled eyes and a smear of grease\n on her chin, looked up from a huge ledger at the end of the room. One", "He heard a faint sound behind him, and whirled. It was the first\n time he had realized that Lorelei had followed him. She stood there,\n swaying, very pale, looking at the red Invaders. Her eyes swiveled\n slowly....", "He tried to get up again. \"Where's Lorelei?\"\n\n\n \"She's well, and you'll see her soon. Now lie quietly. You've been a\n very sick man.\"", "them\n, but a superman could. That's our only chance.\n Lorelei—darling—don't you see that?\"", "She came around the desk and put her hands on his shoulders. \"Pete,\n you know I haven't one—it bores me or upsets me, depending on whether\n there's trouble or not. What—\"", "Lorelei said, \"You can't do it. I won't let you! Peter—\"\n\n\n \"Darling,\" he began wearily.", "\"She was only suffering from ordinary shock,\" Arnold explained.\n \"Seeing that assistant of hers—it was enough to knock anybody out,", "He stared unseeingly past her wet, upturned face. \"You know why,\" he", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "He wanted to say, \"Yes, get a doctor. Lorelei—\" but his mouth only\n twitched feebly. He couldn't seem to get it to work properly.\n\n\n He tried again. \"Doctor.\"", "especially a woman. But you stood actual mental contact with\nthem\nfor approximately five minutes. Yes, we know—you talked a lot. It's a\n miracle you're alive, and rational.\"", "\"Peter!\" she said faintly. \"Why do they broadcast such things?\"", "One part of his brain had been shocked into its shell. It was hiding\n from the thing that had hurt it, and it refused to respond. But the" ], [ "Peter sank back in the bed. The room was coming into focus. He looked\n around him slowly. He felt very weak, but perfectly lucid.\n\n\n \"Yes....\" he said. \"How long have I been here, Doctor?\"", "The man hesitated, looked at him intently. \"Three months,\" he said. He\n turned and gave low-voiced instructions to a nurse, and then went away.", "Peter's head began spinning just a little. Glass clinked from a metal\n stand near his head; the nurse bent over him with a glass half full of\n milky fluid. It tasted awful, but she made him drink it all.", "out of them. It had been nine and a half months, not three, and he'd\n been in a coma all that time. Lorelei, it seemed, had recovered much\n sooner.", "In a moment he began to relax, and the room got fuzzy again. Just\n before he drifted off, he said sleepily, \"You can't—fool me. It's been\nmore\n—than three—months.\"", "\"Where am I?\" he said. He tried to turn his head, but a firm hand\n pressed him back into the sheets.\n\n\n \"You're in a hospital. Just lie quietly, please.\"", "out of her body. \"All right,\" she said in a lifeless voice. \"You'll\n come back, Peter.\"", "He tried to get up again. \"Where's Lorelei?\"\n\n\n \"She's well, and you'll see her soon. Now lie quietly. You've been a\n very sick man.\"", "\"What makes, Peter my love?\" she asked, and bent back to the ledger.\n Then she did a double-take, looked at his face intently, and said,\n \"Darling, what's wrong?\"", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said.", "\"And since then?\" Peter asked huskily.", "The nearest being turned slowly to regard him. Its lips did not move,\n but there was a tiny sound in Peter's brain, a thin, dry whispering.\n\n\n The scream was welling up. He fought it down and listened.", "She was after him, clinging to his arms. \"No, Peter! Don't go in there!\nPeter!\n\" But he pushed her away again, woodenly, and stalked forward.", "mature, and after weeks or years destroyed the monstrosities that came\n from the incubators. Time went by, meaninglessly. He ate when he was", "When it was over, the thing that had been Kanin was a limp, boneless\n puddle of flesh. Peter could not look at it.", "He opened his eyes with an effort. There was a blurred face before him;\n in a moment it grew clearer. The strong, clean-shaven chin contrasted", "Peter's lips were cold with sweat. Tiny nerves in his face and arms\n were jumping convulsively. His stomach crawled. He thrust the girl away\n from him and started toward the inner room.", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "laboratory. Peter took it in fifteen seconds, running, and stumbled to\n a halt in front of the door marked \"Radiation.\" She had set her door", "changed, and yet they were suddenly no longer friendly. They were cold\n and alien. It was I who had changed: something inside me was dead, like\n the machinery, and like Peter." ], [ "\"What makes, Peter my love?\" she asked, and bent back to the ledger.\n Then she did a double-take, looked at his face intently, and said,\n \"Darling, what's wrong?\"", "She was after him, clinging to his arms. \"No, Peter! Don't go in there!\nPeter!\n\" But he pushed her away again, woodenly, and stalked forward.", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "When it was over, the thing that had been Kanin was a limp, boneless\n puddle of flesh. Peter could not look at it.", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said.", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "out of her body. \"All right,\" she said in a lifeless voice. \"You'll\n come back, Peter.\"", "changed, and yet they were suddenly no longer friendly. They were cold\n and alien. It was I who had changed: something inside me was dead, like\n the machinery, and like Peter.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nPeter Karson was dead. He had been dead for some time now, but", "There was a space in the middle of the room where machinery had been\n cleared away to make room for an incompleted setup. Peter walked down", "Peter's lips were cold with sweat. Tiny nerves in his face and arms\n were jumping convulsively. His stomach crawled. He thrust the girl away\n from him and started toward the inner room.", "\"There's no other way,\" Peter said. He gripped her arms tightly, as if\n he could compel her to understand by the sheer pressure of his fingers.", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "Peter forced himself forward another step. Little Harry Kanin,\n Lorelei's assistant, was crumpled in a corner, half supported by the", "than they were. I did not even wish that Peter were not dead, for\n reason had told me that he had to die. That was the end of it.", "Peter sank back in his chair, the full shock of it striking him for the\n first time.", "Peter's head began spinning just a little. Glass clinked from a metal\n stand near his head; the nurse bent over him with a glass half full of\n milky fluid. It tasted awful, but she made him drink it all.", "\"I wonder,\" Peter said shakily, \"if I am strong enough to take it.\"\n\n\n Arnold laughed harshly. \"You are. You've got to be. You're part of our\n last hope, you see.\"", "Peter couldn't think of anything to say. Dr. Arnold's voice went on\n after a moment, musingly. \"We're burrowing into the earth, like worms.", "\"I see,\" said Peter. And for the first time, he thought of the\nCitadel\n. No plan leaped full-born into his mind, but," ], [ "I said, \"That is the reason why we will not go back to Earth.\"\n\n\n He stared at me, his jaw slack, his hands trembling. \"What—what did\n you say?\"", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said.", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "He looked at me, a little oddly, almost as if he had some instinctive\n knowledge of what was to come. But he went on swiftly, \"On Earth we", "want to do otherwise, because he had done things for me. Very well,\n then we must not go back. It was very simple, but I knew that he could\n not comprehend it.", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "than they were. I did not even wish that Peter were not dead, for\n reason had told me that he had to die. That was the end of it.", "\"And now,\" he said softly, \"we will go home. I've waited so\n long—keeping the control chamber and the engine room locked away from", "out of her body. \"All right,\" she said in a lifeless voice. \"You'll\n come back, Peter.\"", "\"They're still there, I'm sure of it—the people, and the Invaders. You\n can kill the Invaders, Robert.\"", "She was after him, clinging to his arms. \"No, Peter! Don't go in there!\nPeter!\n\" But he pushed her away again, woodenly, and stalked forward.", "\"There's no other way,\" Peter said. He gripped her arms tightly, as if\n he could compel her to understand by the sheer pressure of his fingers.", "\"I wonder,\" Peter said shakily, \"if I am strong enough to take it.\"\n\n\n Arnold laughed harshly. \"You are. You've got to be. You're part of our\n last hope, you see.\"", "There was a scream in his throat that would not come out. He was beyond\n fear, beyond agony. He turned to the still-hovering monsters and said\n in a terrible voice, \"Why? Why?\"", "Peter couldn't think of anything to say. Dr. Arnold's voice went on\n after a moment, musingly. \"We're burrowing into the earth, like worms.", "you, not telling you, even, about Earth until now—because I had to be\n sure. But now, the waiting is over.", "He waved his hands helplessly. \"Gratitude?\" he muttered.\n\n\n \"No, you don't understand that, either.\"\n\n\n Then he cried suddenly, \"But I am your friend, Robert!\"", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "changed, and yet they were suddenly no longer friendly. They were cold\n and alien. It was I who had changed: something inside me was dead, like\n the machinery, and like Peter.", "He stared sometimes through changed eyes at the tiny blue star that was\n Earth, wondering if the race he had left behind still burrowed in its" ], [ "Lorelei said, \"You can't do it. I won't let you! Peter—\"\n\n\n \"Darling,\" he began wearily.", "She was after him, clinging to his arms. \"No, Peter! Don't go in there!\nPeter!\n\" But he pushed her away again, woodenly, and stalked forward.", "\"There's no other way,\" Peter said. He gripped her arms tightly, as if\n he could compel her to understand by the sheer pressure of his fingers.", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "\"I wonder,\" Peter said shakily, \"if I am strong enough to take it.\"\n\n\n Arnold laughed harshly. \"You are. You've got to be. You're part of our\n last hope, you see.\"", "them\n, but a superman could. That's our only chance.\n Lorelei—darling—don't you see that?\"", "\"But where is she?\" Peter complained. \"You still haven't explained why\n I haven't been able to see her.\"", "\"What makes, Peter my love?\" she asked, and bent back to the ledger.\n Then she did a double-take, looked at his face intently, and said,\n \"Darling, what's wrong?\"", "He heard a faint sound behind him, and whirled. It was the first\n time he had realized that Lorelei had followed him. She stood there,\n swaying, very pale, looking at the red Invaders. Her eyes swiveled\n slowly....", "He was right. All the nurses, and even Dr. Arnold, were evasive, but he\n kept asking them why he couldn't see Lorelei, and finally he wormed it", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said.", "out of her body. \"All right,\" she said in a lifeless voice. \"You'll\n come back, Peter.\"", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "Peter's lips were cold with sweat. Tiny nerves in his face and arms\n were jumping convulsively. His stomach crawled. He thrust the girl away\n from him and started toward the inner room.", "Peter forced himself forward another step. Little Harry Kanin,\n Lorelei's assistant, was crumpled in a corner, half supported by the", "\"\nWill\nwe?\" he asked himself softly.\nIt was only two stories down the moving ramp to Lorelei Cooper's", "He tried to get up again. \"Where's Lorelei?\"\n\n\n \"She's well, and you'll see her soon. Now lie quietly. You've been a\n very sick man.\"", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "\"I see,\" said Peter. And for the first time, he thought of the\nCitadel\n. No plan leaped full-born into his mind, but,", "I said, \"That is the reason why we will not go back to Earth.\"\n\n\n He stared at me, his jaw slack, his hands trembling. \"What—what did\n you say?\"" ], [ "its slow, monstrous alchemy upon him. Peter waited until the changes\n were unmistakably evident in his skin and hair, and then he smashed all\n the mirrors in the ship.", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "When it was over, the thing that had been Kanin was a limp, boneless\n puddle of flesh. Peter could not look at it.", "Peter's lips were cold with sweat. Tiny nerves in his face and arms\n were jumping convulsively. His stomach crawled. He thrust the girl away\n from him and started toward the inner room.", "She was after him, clinging to his arms. \"No, Peter! Don't go in there!\nPeter!\n\" But he pushed her away again, woodenly, and stalked forward.", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "changed, and yet they were suddenly no longer friendly. They were cold\n and alien. It was I who had changed: something inside me was dead, like\n the machinery, and like Peter.", "\"I wonder,\" Peter said shakily, \"if I am strong enough to take it.\"\n\n\n Arnold laughed harshly. \"You are. You've got to be. You're part of our\n last hope, you see.\"", "\"There's no other way,\" Peter said. He gripped her arms tightly, as if\n he could compel her to understand by the sheer pressure of his fingers.", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said.", "\"I see,\" said Peter. And for the first time, he thought of the\nCitadel\n. No plan leaped full-born into his mind, but,", "There was a scream in his throat that would not come out. He was beyond\n fear, beyond agony. He turned to the still-hovering monsters and said\n in a terrible voice, \"Why? Why?\"", "off. Then he sank down on the floor of the airlock and put his head in\n shaking hands.", "For a moment or an eternity it hung there, unsupported, the bulging\n eyes staring at him. Then it grew misty at the edges. It dissolved\n slowly away and was gone.\n\n\n \"Lord!\" he said.", "fingernails slicing his palms. It echoed with unbelievable volume in\n the room. It was a scream to split eardrums; a scream to wake the dead.\nSomebody said, \"Doctor!\"", "Peter's head began spinning just a little. Glass clinked from a metal\n stand near his head; the nurse bent over him with a glass half full of\n milky fluid. It tasted awful, but she made him drink it all.", "The nearest being turned slowly to regard him. Its lips did not move,\n but there was a tiny sound in Peter's brain, a thin, dry whispering.\n\n\n The scream was welling up. He fought it down and listened.", "than they were. I did not even wish that Peter were not dead, for\n reason had told me that he had to die. That was the end of it.", "out of her body. \"All right,\" she said in a lifeless voice. \"You'll\n come back, Peter.\"" ], [ "He turned again, and I saw the old scar on his cheek where I had once\n accidentally drawn one of my talons across his face.", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said.", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "When it was over, the thing that had been Kanin was a limp, boneless\n puddle of flesh. Peter could not look at it.", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "\"What makes, Peter my love?\" she asked, and bent back to the ledger.\n Then she did a double-take, looked at his face intently, and said,\n \"Darling, what's wrong?\"", "He opened his eyes with an effort. There was a blurred face before him;\n in a moment it grew clearer. The strong, clean-shaven chin contrasted", "\"I wonder,\" Peter said shakily, \"if I am strong enough to take it.\"\n\n\n Arnold laughed harshly. \"You are. You've got to be. You're part of our\n last hope, you see.\"", "\"I see,\" said Peter. And for the first time, he thought of the\nCitadel\n. No plan leaped full-born into his mind, but,", "She was after him, clinging to his arms. \"No, Peter! Don't go in there!\nPeter!\n\" But he pushed her away again, woodenly, and stalked forward.", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "Peter sank back in the bed. The room was coming into focus. He looked\n around him slowly. He felt very weak, but perfectly lucid.\n\n\n \"Yes....\" he said. \"How long have I been here, Doctor?\"", "The nearest being turned slowly to regard him. Its lips did not move,\n but there was a tiny sound in Peter's brain, a thin, dry whispering.\n\n\n The scream was welling up. He fought it down and listened.", "Peter's lips were cold with sweat. Tiny nerves in his face and arms\n were jumping convulsively. His stomach crawled. He thrust the girl away\n from him and started toward the inner room.", "Peter's head began spinning just a little. Glass clinked from a metal\n stand near his head; the nurse bent over him with a glass half full of\n milky fluid. It tasted awful, but she made him drink it all.", "Peter forced himself forward another step. Little Harry Kanin,\n Lorelei's assistant, was crumpled in a corner, half supported by the", "The scream came out then. Before he knew, even, that he could hold\n it back no longer, his mouth was wide open, his muscles tensed, his", "fingernails slicing his palms. It echoed with unbelievable volume in\n the room. It was a scream to split eardrums; a scream to wake the dead.\nSomebody said, \"Doctor!\"", "changed, and yet they were suddenly no longer friendly. They were cold\n and alien. It was I who had changed: something inside me was dead, like\n the machinery, and like Peter.", "He looked at me, a little oddly, almost as if he had some instinctive\n knowledge of what was to come. But he went on swiftly, \"On Earth we" ], [ "He looked at me, a little oddly, almost as if he had some instinctive\n knowledge of what was to come. But he went on swiftly, \"On Earth we", "I said, \"That is the reason why we will not go back to Earth.\"\n\n\n He stared at me, his jaw slack, his hands trembling. \"What—what did\n you say?\"", "It was a kind of indefinable emptiness. I do not think it was what\n Peter called an emotion; and yet it had nothing to do with logic,", "I tried to explain it to him, however. But he only stared at me, with\n an expression on his face that I had never seen there before, and that,", "The Invaders ignored Peter, staring expressionlessly down at Kanin.\n In a moment Peter realized what they were doing to him. He stood,\n paralyzed with horror, and watched it happen.", "Peter couldn't think of anything to say. Dr. Arnold's voice went on\n after a moment, musingly. \"We're burrowing into the earth, like worms.", "The nearest being turned slowly to regard him. Its lips did not move,\n but there was a tiny sound in Peter's brain, a thin, dry whispering.\n\n\n The scream was welling up. He fought it down and listened.", "He stared sometimes through changed eyes at the tiny blue star that was\n Earth, wondering if the race he had left behind still burrowed in its", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "changed, and yet they were suddenly no longer friendly. They were cold\n and alien. It was I who had changed: something inside me was dead, like\n the machinery, and like Peter.", "\"What makes, Peter my love?\" she asked, and bent back to the ledger.\n Then she did a double-take, looked at his face intently, and said,\n \"Darling, what's wrong?\"", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "seemed sealed together; a thin, slimy ichor drooled from them. There\n were lines in the face, but they were lines of age, not emotion. Only\n the eyes were alive.", "He rose and strode nervously over to the window. I watched him as he\n stood there, outlined against the blazing galaxies. He had changed but", "The face was staring directly into his, the bulging eyes hypnotic. The\n ears were small, no more than excresences of skin. The narrow lips", "When it was over, the thing that had been Kanin was a limp, boneless\n puddle of flesh. Peter could not look at it.", "\"There's no other way,\" Peter said. He gripped her arms tightly, as if\n he could compel her to understand by the sheer pressure of his fingers.", "There, outside the window, fifty stories up, a face was staring\n impassively in at him. That was the first impression he got; just a", "off. Then he sank down on the floor of the airlock and put his head in\n shaking hands.", "I repeated it patiently.\n\n\n \"But why?\" he cried, sinking down into the chair before me. In an\n instant all the joy had gone out of him. I could not understand his\n suffering, but I could recognize it." ], [ "I said, \"That is the reason why we will not go back to Earth.\"\n\n\n He stared at me, his jaw slack, his hands trembling. \"What—what did\n you say?\"", "He looked at me, a little oddly, almost as if he had some instinctive\n knowledge of what was to come. But he went on swiftly, \"On Earth we", "And one changeling-child he did not destroy. He fed knowledge to its\n eager brain, and watched it through the swift years, with a dawning\n hope....\nPeter closed the diary. \"The rest you know, Robert,\" he said.", "\"They're still there, I'm sure of it—the people, and the Invaders. You\n can kill the Invaders, Robert.\"", "the invaders do. I would have no reason to kill the invaders. They are\n more nearly kin to me than your people.\"\nPeter's eyes were dull, his limbs slumped. For a moment I thought that", "\"But why?\" Peter whispered.\n\n\n Arnold's strong jaw knotted. \"We're hiding,\" he said. \"Everything else\n has failed.\"", "He waved his hands helplessly. \"Gratitude?\" he muttered.\n\n\n \"No, you don't understand that, either.\"\n\n\n Then he cried suddenly, \"But I am your friend, Robert!\"", "\"And now,\" he said softly, \"we will go home. I've waited so\n long—keeping the control chamber and the engine room locked away from", "want to do otherwise, because he had done things for me. Very well,\n then we must not go back. It was very simple, but I knew that he could\n not comprehend it.", "He stared sometimes through changed eyes at the tiny blue star that was\n Earth, wondering if the race he had left behind still burrowed in its", "\"I have no fear that the people of Earth will fail to meet this\n challenge, for there is no alternative. Not only our individual lives\n are threatened, but our existence as a race. We must, and will, destroy\n the Invaders!\"", "There was a scream in his throat that would not come out. He was beyond\n fear, beyond agony. He turned to the still-hovering monsters and said\n in a terrible voice, \"Why? Why?\"", "A man had just finished engraving the final stroke on its nameplate, to\n the left of the airlock—\nThe Avenger\n. He stepped away now, and joined\n the group a little distance away, silently waiting.", "\"I wonder,\" Peter said shakily, \"if I am strong enough to take it.\"\n\n\n Arnold laughed harshly. \"You are. You've got to be. You're part of our\n last hope, you see.\"", "\"You yourself have said it,\" I told him. \"I am a being of logic, just\n as the beings who have invaded your planet are. I do not comprehend the", "\"There's no other way,\" Peter said. He gripped her arms tightly, as if\n he could compel her to understand by the sheer pressure of his fingers.", "Then there would remain only the task of blasting the great, shining\n ship out into the carefully-calculated orbit that would be its home.", "off. Then he sank down on the floor of the airlock and put his head in\n shaking hands.", "you, not telling you, even, about Earth until now—because I had to be\n sure. But now, the waiting is over.", "He heard a faint sound behind him, and whirled. It was the first\n time he had realized that Lorelei had followed him. She stood there,\n swaying, very pale, looking at the red Invaders. Her eyes swiveled\n slowly...." ], [ "He looked at me, a little oddly, almost as if he had some instinctive\n knowledge of what was to come. But he went on swiftly, \"On Earth we", "from his fingertips. His head was tilted over the back of the chair at\n a queer, unnatural angle, so that the light made deep pools of shadow\n where his eyes had been.", "There, outside the window, fifty stories up, a face was staring\n impassively in at him. That was the first impression he got; just a", "especially a woman. But you stood actual mental contact with\nthem\nfor approximately five minutes. Yes, we know—you talked a lot. It's a\n miracle you're alive, and rational.\"", "attacked our centers of government, nor immobilized our communications,\n nor laid siege to our defenses. But in instance after instance, they\n have done as they would with us. They have examined us, dissected us,", "But the void was still there, unexplainable and impossible to ignore.\n For the first time in all my life I had found a problem that I could\n not solve. Strange, disturbing sensations stirred and whispered within", "He opened his eyes with an effort. There was a blurred face before him;\n in a moment it grew clearer. The strong, clean-shaven chin contrasted", "It was a new world, all by itself; or else it was a tomb. And there was\n one other change, one that you couldn't see from the outside. The solid", "broad base of an X-ray chamber. His face was flaccid and bloated. His\n glazed eyes, impassive yet somehow pleading, stared at nothingness\n straight ahead of him.", "Lorelei, beautiful in spite of dark-circled eyes and a smear of grease\n on her chin, looked up from a huge ledger at the end of the room. One", "For a moment or an eternity it hung there, unsupported, the bulging\n eyes staring at him. Then it grew misty at the edges. It dissolved\n slowly away and was gone.\n\n\n \"Lord!\" he said.", "Already he could feel the invisible rays burning resistlessly through\n his flesh as if it were water, shifting the cells of his body, working", "little in the years that I had known him. His lank gray hair straggled\n over his sunken eyes; his cheeks were blobbed with excresences of", "His eyes glowed suddenly in their misshapen sockets. \"You are. Your\n brain is as superior to mine as mine is to an anthropoid's. You solve", "I repeated it patiently.\n\n\n \"But why?\" he cried, sinking down into the chair before me. In an\n instant all the joy had gone out of him. I could not understand his\n suffering, but I could recognize it.", "mature, and after weeks or years destroyed the monstrosities that came\n from the incubators. Time went by, meaninglessly. He ate when he was", "\"Yes,\" I told him. \"I was that child. I am the millionth mutation you\n were searching for.\"", "in any way taken notice of our existence as reasoning beings. They\n have treated us precisely as we, in less enlightened days, might\n have treated a newly-discovered race of lower animals. They have not", "changed, and yet they were suddenly no longer friendly. They were cold\n and alien. It was I who had changed: something inside me was dead, like\n the machinery, and like Peter.", "\"The Invaders are here, citizens,\" the commentator was saying in a\n strangled voice. \"Stay off the streets. Hide yourselves. Stay off the" ] ]

[ "How many caves had Garmon and Rolf traveled through before their crash?", "After realizing his situation after the crash, why did Rolf laugh?", "What was Rolf looking for when he set off around the wall of the pit?", "What was the special power held by Altha?", "Why was Altha away from the other Hairy People of her kind?", "Why was there fear for the wind shifting around the Hairy People?", "Why would the Furry Ones not follow Rolf and the others when the retreated?", "What was the outlaw weapon loaded with?" ]

[ [ "thirty seven", "forty seven", "thirty", "forty" ], [ "He was facing certain death", "His laughter was caused from the thick air", "He was satisfied with their journey.", "He was happy to be away from Garmon" ], [ "Garmon", "Light", "Food", "Other survivors" ], [ "She could see in the dark.", "She could see into other's minds. ", "She feared nothing.", "She could see into the future." ], [ "The outlaws had turned the others against her.", "She had left their group in fear of attacks.", "The outlaws had stolen her. ", "She had been lost from their group and never reconnected." ], [ "They wind would block the mind reading abilties of the Hairy People.", "The wind would cause explosions.", "The wind would spread the hair from the Hairy People and block vision.", "The wind would spread the scent of the Earthmen and cause an attack" ], [ "They had lost too many to continue fighting.", "They were warned not to by Altha. ", "They feared the Ancients.", "They knew they were losing the battle." ], [ "a drum of fuselage", "a drum of poisoned shrapnel", "a drum of poisoned bullets", "a drum of poisoned needles" ] ]

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[ [ "even if there were he could never hope to reach the surface forty miles\n and more overhead. The floors of the thirty-seven caves through which\n they had so carefully jetted were a splintered, creviced series of", "of the flyer crumple inward. The cabin seemed to telescope about him.\n In a slow sort of wonder Rolf felt the scrape of rock against metal,", "Rolf followed the direction of the other's pale blue eyes. Overhead now\n hung the bottom of the cavern. An almost circular island of pale yellow", "A hundred yards from the base of the rocky wall his feet scraped\n through black dust, and he came to a stop. Deftly Rolf nested the", "blasted the crashed ship, his practiced eyes told him, and Garmon Nash\n must have died in the wreckage. He was alone in the waterless trap of a\n deep crevice.", "The patrolman was weary; the wreck in the upper cavern and the long\n trek afterward through the dark tunnels had sapped his strength, and\n now he felt victory slipping from his grasp.", "The ship struck; split open like a rotten squash, and Rolf felt himself\n being flung far outward through thick blackness. For an eternity it", "Ten steps he took before an excited voice called out shrilly from the\n rocks ahead. Rolf's slitted gray eyes narrowed yet more and his hand", "\"Dozens of them,\" the older man's voice throbbed with helpless rage.\n \"Enough to make the face of Mars green again. Cavern after cavern lies\n beyond this first one, their floors flooded with water.\"", "alternated with a blasted, splintered black waste of rocky desert. As\n the spinner dropped him slowly down into the vast emptiness of the\n great shining gulf, Rolf could see that a broad band of stone divided", "Rolf swung the lax controls over hard as the bursts of fire revealed a\n looming barrier of stone dead ahead, and then he felt the tough skin", "Down plunged the battered ship, downward ever downward. Somehow Rolf\n found the strength to wrap his fingers around the control levers and", "\"Trapped us neatly,\" Rolf said through clenched teeth. \"Tolled into\n their underground hideout by that water-runner we tried to capture. We", "He found the opening less than ten paces from the starting point, an\n empty cavity higher than a man and half as wide. The glow from the", "the heart of the Barrier. Rolf blasted another spurt of explosive\n needles at the Furry Ones and followed.\nDarkness thickened as they penetrated into the maze of the Barrier's", "There was light in the narrow pit in which he found himself, light and\n heat from the yet-glowing debris of the rocket flyer. The outlaws had", "seemed he hung in the darkness before something smashed the breath and\n feeling from his nerveless body. With a last glimmer of sanity he knew\n that he lay crushed against a rocky wall.", "there was that same glowing vacancy. Above the cavern's roof soared\n majestically upward; he could see the narrow dark slit through which\n his feet had betrayed him, and he realized that he had fallen through", "This sledge was hammering relentlessly as Rolf sensed his first\n glimmer of returning light. There were two sledges, one of them that", "stretching out ahead.\nLight! How many hours later it was when the first faint glow of white\n light reached his eyes Rolf did not know—it had seemed an eternity of" ], [ "The ship struck; split open like a rotten squash, and Rolf felt himself\n being flung far outward through thick blackness. For an eternity it", "of the flyer crumple inward. The cabin seemed to telescope about him.\n In a slow sort of wonder Rolf felt the scrape of rock against metal,", "Rolf heard voices from a distance and the answering triumphant bawling\n of his two captors. The moment had come. He turned the cap of the solar\n torch away from his body and freed it.", "Rolf swung the lax controls over hard as the bursts of fire revealed a\n looming barrier of stone dead ahead, and then he felt the tough skin", "twist into a brief smile of recognition. She shook her head and frowned\n as he moved his arm. But Rolf had learned that his limbs were not\n bound—apparently the outlaws had considered him out of the blasting", "Much later Rolf groaned with the pain of bruised muscles and tried to\n rise. To his amazement he could move all his limbs. Carefully he came", "Down plunged the battered ship, downward ever downward. Somehow Rolf\n found the strength to wrap his fingers around the control levers and", "Rolf pushed up and outward with all the strength of his weary muscles.\n The glider knifed forward with that first swift impetus, and drove out", "Rolf laughed. Without a pressure mask on the surface of Mars an\n Earthman was licked. Without water and food certain death grinned in", "She smiled again as Rolf's face slowly reddened. \"Do not be ashamed,\"\n she said. \"I am not angry that you think I am—well, not too\n unattractive.\"", "The older man's eyes were hot. He jerked at Rolf's hands and then\n suddenly thought better of it. \"You're right,\" he agreed. \"Help her if\n you can. Your weapon is our only hope now.\"", "They went down, Rolf swinging his fist like a hammer. He felt the Frog\n go limp and he loosed a relieved whistle. Now with a rocket flyer and", "moment they fought, coughing and choking from the thickening pall of\n smoke, and then the fingers of the outlaw clamped around Rolf's throat\n and squeezed hard.", "Rolf snorted. \"Shorty,\" he said disgustedly as they landed, but his arm\n went out toward the girl's red-haired slimness, and curved around it.", "Rolf laughed. \"Like the pleasure globes of the wealthy on Earth.\"", "Ten steps he took before an excited voice called out shrilly from the\n rocks ahead. Rolf's slitted gray eyes narrowed yet more and his hand", "A green bulge showed around the polished fuselage and Rolf pressed his\n captured weapon's firing button. A roar of pain came from the wounded", "\"Fire!\" There was panic in the outlaw's voice. Rolf came to his knees\n in the blanketing fog and looked forward.", "seemed he hung in the darkness before something smashed the breath and\n feeling from his nerveless body. With a last glimmer of sanity he knew\n that he lay crushed against a rocky wall.", "Altha smiled shyly and winced with pain. \"Do you know,\" she said, \"even\n yet I do not know your name.\"\n\n\n Rolf grinned up at her. \"Need to?\" he asked." ], [ "A hundred yards from the base of the rocky wall his feet scraped\n through black dust, and he came to a stop. Deftly Rolf nested the", "Rolf followed the direction of the other's pale blue eyes. Overhead now\n hung the bottom of the cavern. An almost circular island of pale yellow", "Ten steps he took before an excited voice called out shrilly from the\n rocks ahead. Rolf's slitted gray eyes narrowed yet more and his hand", "Rolf swung the lax controls over hard as the bursts of fire revealed a\n looming barrier of stone dead ahead, and then he felt the tough skin", "The wall expanded as he came nearer to the pygmy planet. The spinner\n had slowed its speed; it seemed to Rolf that he must be falling free", "Rolf heard voices from a distance and the answering triumphant bawling\n of his two captors. The moment had come. He turned the cap of the solar\n torch away from his body and freed it.", "In the fading glow of the super-heated metal the vertical walls above\n mocked him. There could be no ascent from this natural prison-pit, and", "By degrees Rolf worked his arm down to his belt where his solar torch\n was hooked. His fingers made careful adjustments within the inset base\n of the torch, pushing a lever here and adjusting a tension screw there.", "The older man's eyes were hot. He jerked at Rolf's hands and then\n suddenly thought better of it. \"You're right,\" he agreed. \"Help her if\n you can. Your weapon is our only hope now.\"", "alternated with a blasted, splintered black waste of rocky desert. As\n the spinner dropped him slowly down into the vast emptiness of the\n great shining gulf, Rolf could see that a broad band of stone divided", "They went down, Rolf swinging his fist like a hammer. He felt the Frog\n go limp and he loosed a relieved whistle. Now with a rocket flyer and", "Tanner tugged at a silvery metal bar inset into the stone wall. A\n section of the wall swung slowly inward. Rolf sprang to his side.", "The ship struck; split open like a rotten squash, and Rolf felt himself\n being flung far outward through thick blackness. For an eternity it", "of the flyer crumple inward. The cabin seemed to telescope about him.\n In a slow sort of wonder Rolf felt the scrape of rock against metal,", "This sledge was hammering relentlessly as Rolf sensed his first\n glimmer of returning light. There were two sledges, one of them that", "\"Fire!\" There was panic in the outlaw's voice. Rolf came to his knees\n in the blanketing fog and looked forward.", "of volcanic spurs and pits and disappear from view. He turned to see\n the old man pushing another crudely constructed glider toward the outer\n wall of the rock chamber.", "oval bar he crushed between his teeth, and when the concentrated energy\n flooded into his muscles he set off around the irregular wall of the\n pit.", "Rolf's eyes slitted. There was something vaguely unhuman about those\n gracefully marching figures. He wondered what Tanner had meant by\n calling them weasels, wondered until they came closer.", "There was light in the narrow pit in which he found himself, light and\n heat from the yet-glowing debris of the rocket flyer. The outlaws had" ], [ "He saw Altha's bound body and head. Her jaws were clamped upon the\n arm of the outlaw and even as he fought for more of the reeking smoky", "Tanner shrugged his shoulders. \"What can I do? Altha has the blood\n of the Hairy People in her veins. She will warn them even though the\n outlaws have turned her people against her.\"", "\"Down, Altha,\" a deeper voice rumbled from above, \"it's one of the\n Enemy.\"", "\"The outlaws!\" he cried. \"They're after Altha.\"", "Altha smiled shyly and winced with pain. \"Do you know,\" she said, \"even\n yet I do not know your name.\"\n\n\n Rolf grinned up at her. \"Need to?\" he asked.", "of countless lashes. Their bodies, like that of Altha, were covered\n with a silky coat of reddish hair.", "\"I will take the glider.\" Altha was on her feet, her body crouched\n over to take advantage of the sheltering shrubs. She threaded her way", "\"I must warn them.\" Altha's lips thinned and her brown-flecked eyes\n flamed.", "Rolf caught a glimpse of a sleek rocket flyer diving upon Altha's frail\n wing. He saw the girl go gliding steeply down toward a ragged jumble", "Tanner's finger pointed. \"Altha!\" Rolf saw the graceful wings of the\n glider riding the thermals back toward the Barrier. \"She had warned the\n Hairy People, and now she returns.\"", "Cautiously his head twisted until he could look forward toward the\n controls. The bound body of Altha Stark faced him, and he saw her lips", "\"She one of them?\" Rolf's voice was low, but he saw Altha's lip twitch.", "\"Not yet,\" he said. \"When Altha has warned the Hairy People we can cut\n off their retreat. After they have passed I will arouse the Outcasts", "An elongated pencil-ray of a man bounced nervously out to her side.\n \"Altha,\" he scolded, scrubbing at his reddened bald skull with a", "that parted the bushes and came toward him. A beautiful woman she was,\n with the long burnished copper of her hair down around her waist, but\n beneath the meager shortness of the skin tunic he saw that her firm", "\"Right.\" Tanner kept his eyes on the enlarging winged shape of Altha's\n flyer as he spoke. \"Later, when the nations of Mars began draining off", "The girl laughed, a low liquid sound that made Rolf's heart pump\n faster. \"This Mark Tanner of mine,\" she explained to the patrolman,\n \"is always afraid for me. He does not remember that I can see into the\n minds of others.\"", "Borne on a carved and polished litter of ebon-hued wood and yellowed\n bone lolled the hideous queen of that advancing horde. Gaunt of body", "she was, her scarred gray-furred hide hanging loose upon her breastless\n frame. One eye was gone but the other gleamed, black and beady, from", "A foot scraped on stone behind him. He spun on bent knees and flung\n himself fifty feet to the further side of the narrow gulch with the" ], [ "Tanner shrugged his shoulders. \"What can I do? Altha has the blood\n of the Hairy People in her veins. She will warn them even though the\n outlaws have turned her people against her.\"", "of countless lashes. Their bodies, like that of Altha, were covered\n with a silky coat of reddish hair.", "Tanner's finger pointed. \"Altha!\" Rolf saw the graceful wings of the\n glider riding the thermals back toward the Barrier. \"She had warned the\n Hairy People, and now she returns.\"", "\"Not yet,\" he said. \"When Altha has warned the Hairy People we can cut\n off their retreat. After they have passed I will arouse the Outcasts", "\"The Hairy People were the rulers,\" he went on, \"and the Furry Ones\n were their slaves. In the revolt that eventually split Lomihi into two", "\"I will take the glider.\" Altha was on her feet, her body crouched\n over to take advantage of the sheltering shrubs. She threaded her way", "An elongated pencil-ray of a man bounced nervously out to her side.\n \"Altha,\" he scolded, scrubbing at his reddened bald skull with a", "\"Sorry,\" said the tall man as Rolf sprang easily from the ground to\n their side. \"I'm always forgetting the mind-reading abilities of the\n Hairy People.\"", "\"Down, Altha,\" a deeper voice rumbled from above, \"it's one of the\n Enemy.\"", "that parted the bushes and came toward him. A beautiful woman she was,\n with the long burnished copper of her hair down around her waist, but\n beneath the meager shortness of the skin tunic he saw that her firm", "Rolf caught a glimpse of a sleek rocket flyer diving upon Altha's frail\n wing. He saw the girl go gliding steeply down toward a ragged jumble", "wastelands. The Hairy People had come to battle the invaders.", "\"The outlaws!\" he cried. \"They're after Altha.\"", "she was, her scarred gray-furred hide hanging loose upon her breastless\n frame. One eye was gone but the other gleamed, black and beady, from", "He saw Altha's bound body and head. Her jaws were clamped upon the\n arm of the outlaw and even as he fought for more of the reeking smoky", "Altha smiled shyly and winced with pain. \"Do you know,\" she said, \"even\n yet I do not know your name.\"\n\n\n Rolf grinned up at her. \"Need to?\" he asked.", "Mark Tanner was peering out a slitted embrasure that overlooked the\n desolate land of the Hairy People.", "flesh was covered with a fine reddish coat of hair. Even her face was\n sleek and gleaming with its coppery covering of down.", "\"I must warn them.\" Altha's lips thinned and her brown-flecked eyes\n flamed.", "A shadow passed over their hiding place. The Furry Amazons too saw the\n indistinct darkness and looked up. High overhead drifted the narrow" ], [ "Tanner shrugged his shoulders. \"What can I do? Altha has the blood\n of the Hairy People in her veins. She will warn them even though the\n outlaws have turned her people against her.\"", "Mark Tanner was peering out a slitted embrasure that overlooked the\n desolate land of the Hairy People.", "\"The Hairy People were the rulers,\" he went on, \"and the Furry Ones\n were their slaves. In the revolt that eventually split Lomihi into two", "Tanner's finger pointed. \"Altha!\" Rolf saw the graceful wings of the\n glider riding the thermals back toward the Barrier. \"She had warned the\n Hairy People, and now she returns.\"", "\"Sorry,\" said the tall man as Rolf sprang easily from the ground to\n their side. \"I'm always forgetting the mind-reading abilities of the\n Hairy People.\"", "\"Right.\" Tanner's fingers bit into Rolf's arm. \"Pray that the wind does\n not shift, their nostrils are sensitive as those of the weasels they\n resemble.\"", "Abruptly, then, the wind veered. From behind the two Earthmen it came,\n bearing the scent of their bodies out to the sensitive nostrils of the", "\"Not yet,\" he said. \"When Altha has warned the Hairy People we can cut\n off their retreat. After they have passed I will arouse the Outcasts", "wastelands. The Hairy People had come to battle the invaders.", "Barrier from the fertile plains of Nyd to raid the Hairy People. They\n take them for slaves.\"", "A shadow passed over their hiding place. The Furry Amazons too saw the\n indistinct darkness and looked up. High overhead drifted the narrow", "of countless lashes. Their bodies, like that of Altha, were covered\n with a silky coat of reddish hair.", "\"The weasel heads won't follow us here?\" asked Rolf.\n\n\n Tanner laughed. \"Hardly. They fear the spirits of the Ancients too much\n for that. They believe the invisible powers will drink their souls.\"", "winged shape of a glider, and the warrior women shrieked their hatred.\n Gone now was their chance for a surprise attack on the isolated canyons\n of the Hairy People.", "the wasteland toward the nearest sunken valleys of the Hairy People.\n Rolf and Mark Tanner came to their feet.", "Ten steps he took before an excited voice called out shrilly from the\n rocks ahead. Rolf's slitted gray eyes narrowed yet more and his hand", "that parted the bushes and came toward him. A beautiful woman she was,\n with the long burnished copper of her hair down around her waist, but\n beneath the meager shortness of the skin tunic he saw that her firm", "A foot scraped on stone behind him. He spun on bent knees and flung\n himself fifty feet to the further side of the narrow gulch with the", "lifted above the restless dark waters of a vast sea. Rolf realized with\n a wrench of sudden fear that they actually hung head downward like\n flies walking across a ceiling.", "\"Fire!\" There was panic in the outlaw's voice. Rolf came to his knees\n in the blanketing fog and looked forward." ], [ "Then they were over the Barrier and Rolf saw the last of the beaten\n Furry Ones racing back across the great wall toward the Plains of", "Rolf's expoder rattled briefly like a high-speed sewing machine as he\n flicked its muzzle back and forth along the ranks of attacking Furry", "the heart of the Barrier. Rolf blasted another spurt of explosive\n needles at the Furry Ones and followed.\nDarkness thickened as they penetrated into the maze of the Barrier's", "gray bushes. \"The Furry Women attack!\"\nA hundred paces away Rolf made the dark shapes of armed warriors as\n they filed downward from the Barrier into the blackened desolation of", "\"The weasel heads won't follow us here?\" asked Rolf.\n\n\n Tanner laughed. \"Hardly. They fear the spirits of the Ancients too much\n for that. They believe the invisible powers will drink their souls.\"", "Rolf's eyes slitted. There was something vaguely unhuman about those\n gracefully marching figures. He wondered what Tanner had meant by\n calling them weasels, wondered until they came closer.", "\"Now where?\" Rolf snapped another burst of expoder needles at the furry\n attackers as he asked.", "over the Barrier. The Furry Ones were struggling insect shapes below\n him, and he saw with a thrill that larger bodied warriors, whose bodies\n glinted with a dull bronze, were attacking them from the burnt-out", "A shadow passed over their hiding place. The Furry Amazons too saw the\n indistinct darkness and looked up. High overhead drifted the narrow", "\"Right.\" Tanner's fingers bit into Rolf's arm. \"Pray that the wind does\n not shift, their nostrils are sensitive as those of the weasels they\n resemble.\"", "who live here upon the Barrier. Though their blood is that of the two\n races mingled they hate the Furry Ones.\"", "Ten steps he took before an excited voice called out shrilly from the\n rocks ahead. Rolf's slitted gray eyes narrowed yet more and his hand", "The Furry Amazons swarmed up over the lower terraces of rocks, their\n snaky heads thrust forward and their swords slashing. The two Earthmen", "\"Sorry,\" said the tall man as Rolf sprang easily from the ground to\n their side. \"I'm always forgetting the mind-reading abilities of the\n Hairy People.\"", "Rolf raised his expoder, red anger clouding his eyes as he saw these\n maimed beasts of burden, but the hand of Mark Tanner pressed down\n firmly across his arm. The older man shook his head.", "shattered heart. An unseen furry shape sprang upon Rolf's shoulders\n and as he sank to his knees he felt hot saliva drip like acid upon his", "They halted, clustered about their leader. Giffa snarled quick orders\n at them, her chisel-teeth clicking savagely. The column swung out into", "\"Not yet,\" he said. \"When Altha has warned the Hairy People we can cut\n off their retreat. After they have passed I will arouse the Outcasts", "\"Mark!\" The girl's voice was tense. Rolf felt her arm tug at his sleeve\n and he dropped beside her in the shelter of a clump of coarse-leaved", "They went down, Rolf swinging his fist like a hammer. He felt the Frog\n go limp and he loosed a relieved whistle. Now with a rocket flyer and" ], [ "A score of feet lay between them, and suddenly the outlaw whirled\n about. Rolf pressed the firing button; the expoder clicked over once", "\"Fire!\" There was panic in the outlaw's voice. Rolf came to his knees\n in the blanketing fog and looked forward.", "man, and he saw an outflung arm upon the rocky ground that clenched\n tightly twice and relaxed to move no more. The outlaw weapon must have", "comrades. But if the outlaw saw him Rolf knew that he would be the\n first to fire—his was the element of surprise.", "The outlaw was game. His fists slammed back at Rolf, and his knees\n jolted upward toward the patrolman's vulnerable middle. But Rolf", "dropped to the compact expoder machine-gun holstered at his hip. There\n was the movement of a dark shape behind the screen of vines and ragged\n bushes.", "Three times he fired the gun, the rocket projectiles blasting off with\n their invisible preliminary jets of gas, and three times an enemy craft", "He saw Altha's bound body and head. Her jaws were clamped upon the\n arm of the outlaw and even as he fought for more of the reeking smoky", "The older man's eyes were hot. He jerked at Rolf's hands and then\n suddenly thought better of it. \"You're right,\" he agreed. \"Help her if\n you can. Your weapon is our only hope now.\"", "A green bulge showed around the polished fuselage and Rolf pressed his\n captured weapon's firing button. A roar of pain came from the wounded", "been loaded with a drum of poisoned needles, the expoder needles had\n not blasted a vital spot in the man's body.", "moment they fought, coughing and choking from the thickening pall of\n smoke, and then the fingers of the outlaw clamped around Rolf's throat\n and squeezed hard.", "Rolf's expoder rattled briefly like a high-speed sewing machine as he\n flicked its muzzle back and forth along the ranks of attacking Furry", "The bald scientist slung his bow over his head and one shoulder and\n went bounding away along a shadowy crevice that plunged raggedly into", "A man stood on guard just outside the flyer's oval door. Rolf lined up\n his expoder and his jaw tensed. He guided the tiny soarer closer with", "twist into a brief smile of recognition. She shook her head and frowned\n as he moved his arm. But Rolf had learned that his limbs were not\n bound—apparently the outlaws had considered him out of the blasting", "The odds were evening, he thought triumphantly. There might be another\n outlaw somewhere out there in the badlands, but no more than that. The", "There was light in the narrow pit in which he found himself, light and\n heat from the yet-glowing debris of the rocket flyer. The outlaws had", "By degrees Rolf worked his arm down to his belt where his solar torch\n was hooked. His fingers made careful adjustments within the inset base\n of the torch, pushing a lever here and adjusting a tension screw there.", "\"The outlaws!\" he cried. \"They're after Altha.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the Mercury Sam’s Garden?", "What would happen if the supply of Latonka were to be cut off?", "After the death of Karfial Hodes…", "How did the Mercurians adjust to the heat?", "Why did the Latonka Trust stock start dropping?", "Why did Moynihan shoot Stanley?", "Which planet was considered the new frontier?", "What was expressed as the time limit on Moynihan’s work?", "What was the main reason Moynihan asked Miss Webb to meet him at the grog shop?" ]

[ [ "An apartment building", "A club", "An amusement park", "A family restaurant" ], [ "The Latonka Trust stock would increase.", "Mercury Sam’s Garden would gain customers.", "Demand would decrease throughout the universe.", "Albert Peet would lose his fortune." ], [ "The rebels would be lost without him & disband.", "Albert Peet would lose a lot of power.", "The rebellion would win power.", "Jaro Moynihan would be paid 20,000 Earth notes." ], [ "Their yellow eyes filtered the sun’s rays.", "They mostly lived under the ground.", "Their skin kept them cool.", "They would sweat to cool off." ], [ "Alternatives to Latonka flooded the market.", "Demand for Latonka was decreasing.", "There were rumors that the Earth Congress would grant Mercurians independence.", "People suspected the revolution would be successful." ], [ "It was an accident.", "Stanley tried to poison him.", "Stanley was protecting Albert Peet.", "He was hired to shoot Stanley." ], [ "Mars", "Earth", "Mercury", "Jupiter" ], [ "Before Karfial Hodes’ capture", "Before the Earth Congress votes on Mercurian independence", "Before the The Festival of the Rains", "Before Moynihan’s return to Mars" ], [ "He wanted her to call the police.", "He was asking her out on a date.", "She is a spy for the revolution.", "He wanted to find out what she knew." ] ]

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[ [ "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nOn the stage of\nMercury Sam's Garden", "The night was very hot; but then it is always hot on Mercury, the\n newest, the wildest, the hottest of Earth's frontiers. Fans spaced", "\"Not entirely,\" said Peet uncomfortably. \"There are many of us\n here, Mercurians as well as Earthmen, who recognize the danger. We\n have—ah—pooled our resources.\"", "Unexpectedly, the deep, ringing voice of Mercury Sam boomed out from\n the stage.\n\n\n \"It's all right. The master fuse blew out. The lights will be on in a\n moment.\"", "It made him think of cool green grapes beaded with dew. On the hot,\n teeming planet of Mercury it was as refreshing as a cold plunge.", "sub-basements were located the shops and dram houses where the\n Mercurians sat around little tables drinking silently of the pale green\n Latonka. The burrows were but poorly lit, the natives preferring the", "The girl ignored the interruption. \"There is one man; he is the leader,\n the very soul of the revolution. The Mercurians worship him. They will", "Mercury, he was selling his guns into the\n\n weirdest of all his exploits—gambling his life\n\n against the soft touch of a woman's lips.", "hung faultlessly. His black hair was close-cropped, his nose thin and\n aquiline. For a moment he studied the crowded garden before making his\n way to a vacant table.", "It was as unexpected as a shot in the back. One moment the garden was\n glowing in light, the next the hot black night swooped down on the", "But as soon as he emerged he was conscious again of the followers. In\n the dense, humid night, he was like a blind man trying to elude the\n cat-eyed Mercurians.", "He beckoned a waiter, paid his bill. As the Mercurian started to leave,\n a thought struck Jaro. These yellow-eyed Mercurians could see as well", "Red Witch of Mercury\nBy EMMETT McDOWELL\nDeath was Jaro Moynahan's stock in trade, and\n\n every planet had known his touch. But now, on", "\"I don't believe it,\" said the girl. \"The Mercurians are the most\n peaceable people in the Universe. They've been agitating for freedom,", "pale green wine of Mercury. Only the native waiters, the enigmatic,\n yellow-eyed Mercurians, seemed unaffected by the heat. They didn't\n sweat at all.", "The man arose. \"Of course. I was expecting you. Here, sit down.\" He\n pulled out a chair, motioned for the waiter. The Mercurian, his yellow", "Furthermore, there was something phony about the entire set up.\n The Mercurians, he knew, had been agitating for freedom for years.", "possibility. If the girl had been abducted, only Mercurians could have\n engineered it in the dark; and the Mercurians were a clannish lot.", "Mercury, and you've squeezed out every possible penny. Every time\n self-government has come before the Earth Congress you've succeeded in", "You've got to find him, Jaro. He's stirring up all Mercury.\"" ], [ "\"But I should think rumors like that would run down the Latonka stock.\"", "\"A gal's gotta eat. But the truth is, I was quitting. The Latonka Trust\n is almost on the rocks. Their stock has been dropping like a meteor.\"", "gained control of the Latonka trade. Other Earthmen are in control\n of the mines and the northern plantations. Together you form perhaps\n the strongest combine the Universe has ever seen. You actually run", "\"Perhaps. I have a large interest in the Latonka trade. It\n is—ah—lucrative.\"", "going to grant the Mercurians their freedom. Everybody knows that the\n first thing the Mercurians will do, will be to boot out the Latonka\n Trust.\"", "\"Well then,\" he said. \"In the first place, I just killed that\n baby-faced gunman your boss had in his office.\"\n\n\n \"\nAwk!\n\" said Joan, choking on the Latonka.", "Who, but Albert Peet. Peet controlled the Latonka trade for which there\n was a tremendous demand throughout the Universe.", "At a corner table, a tall glass of Latonka before her, sat Miss Webb.\n Her hat was still on backwards, and she was perched on the edge of her\n chair as if ready to spring up and away like a startled faun.", "incurious eyes like two round topazes, sidled up. \"Bring us a bottle\n of Latonka from the Veederman region, well iced.\" The waiter slipped\n away.", "about the garden's walls sluggishly stirred the night air, while the\n men and women sitting at the tables drank heavily of Latonka, the", "Jaro Moynahan sat quietly back down and poured himself another glass of\n Latonka. The pale green wine had a delicate yet exhilarating taste.", "off. A scratch from one of those needles would be enough.\"", "\"It's not true,\" Joan flared. \"It's all a pack of lies invented by the\n Latonka Trust. I know.\"", "Mr. Peet licked his lips. \"But you will, surely you will. Unless\n Karfial Hodes is stopped immediately there will be a bloody uprising", "Peet and the rest of the combine had such an easy time gaining control\n of the Latonka trade.\"", "sub-basements were located the shops and dram houses where the\n Mercurians sat around little tables drinking silently of the pale green\n Latonka. The burrows were but poorly lit, the natives preferring the", "\"Oh,\" said Miss Webb, \"the offices of the Latonka Trust.\"", "Jaro halted before a door bearing a placard which read:\n\n\n \"LATONKA TRUST\"", "Miss Webb's eyes grew round as marbles. \"I wouldn't touch one of those\n nasty little contraptions for all the Latonka on Mercury.\"", "it, but they are afraid to protest. You've got to believe me. The\n revolution is scheduled to break during the Festival of the Rains. If" ], [ "locate Karfial Hodes. Don't look at me that way, Jaro. You frighten me.\n I'm telling the truth. We can't find him. That's why we called you.", "\"You might be interested to know that Miss Mikail is quite safe.\n Karfial Hodes has her, but Stanley assures me she will be quite safe.\"\n Again he paused. As Jaro remained silent, his neck mottled up pinkly.", "Jaro raised his eyebrows. \"Perhaps then you know where she is?\"\n\n\n Mr. Peet shook his head. \"No. Karfial Hodes' men abducted her.\"", "do whatever he says. Without him they would be lost. He is the rebel,\n Karfial Hodes. I am to offer you ten thousand Earth notes to kill\n Karfial Hodes.\"", "Mr. Peet licked his lips. \"But you will, surely you will. Unless\n Karfial Hodes is stopped immediately there will be a bloody uprising", "\"What about this Karfial Hodes?\" said Jaro. \"I've heard that he's\n inciting the Mercurians to rebellion. The newscaster had a line about", "rooms and passages. Somewhere in those rat-runs was Karfial Hodes, the\n revolutionist, and the girl.", "Mr. Peet came to the door. \"Hello, Stanley. I thought Hodes had you?\n Where's Miss Mikail?\"\n\n\n \"I got away. Look, Mr. Peet, I got to see you alone.\"", "came to a halt before the door, pressed his ear against the panel. For\n a long time he listened but could distinguish no murmur of voices. With\n an oath he threw open the door. The hall was empty.", "out again for his hostelry. He made no further effort to elude the\n followers.\nOnce back in his room, Jaro Moynahan stripped off his clothes,", "Jaro lit a cigarette. He padded nervously back and forth across the\n room, his bare feet making no noise. He sat down on the edge of the", "matter. I preferred to remain behind the scenes, but the disappearance\n of Miss Mikail has—ah—forced my hand.\" He paused.", "\"I'll get you for this,\" said Stanley, his mouth twisted in pain.\n \"You've broken my shoulder. I'll kill you.\"\n\n\n The door to the inner sanctum swung open.", "as he fell. There was a tiny plop like a cap exploding. He heard the\n whisper of the poisoned dart as it passed overhead. Then he fired from", "railed off from the rest of the office. The door into Albert Peet's\n inner sanctum was ajar. Jaro could distinguish voices; then quite\n clearly he heard Albert Peet say in a high girlish tone:", "Albert Peet led Stanley through the door. Jaro and Miss Webb were\n alone. With his eye on the door, Jaro said:", "The reply was unintelligible. Then the pale-faced young man came\n through the door shutting it after himself. At the sight of Jaro\n Moynahan he froze.", "A loud, authoritative rapping at the door interrupted further\n speculation. He swung his bare feet over the edge of the bed, stood\n up and ground out his cigarette. Before he could reach the door the\n rapping came again.", "Jaro Moynahan refilled their empty glasses. He was a big man, handsome\n in a gaunt fashion. Only his eyes were different. They were flat and", "in the dark as any alley-prowling cat. For centuries they had lived\n most their lives beneath ground to escape the terrible rays of the\n sun. Only at night did they emerge to work their fields and ply their" ], [ "The night was very hot; but then it is always hot on Mercury, the\n newest, the wildest, the hottest of Earth's frontiers. Fans spaced", "pale green wine of Mercury. Only the native waiters, the enigmatic,\n yellow-eyed Mercurians, seemed unaffected by the heat. They didn't\n sweat at all.", "But as soon as he emerged he was conscious again of the followers. In\n the dense, humid night, he was like a blind man trying to elude the\n cat-eyed Mercurians.", "He beckoned a waiter, paid his bill. As the Mercurian started to leave,\n a thought struck Jaro. These yellow-eyed Mercurians could see as well", "\"Not entirely,\" said Peet uncomfortably. \"There are many of us\n here, Mercurians as well as Earthmen, who recognize the danger. We\n have—ah—pooled our resources.\"", "It made him think of cool green grapes beaded with dew. On the hot,\n teeming planet of Mercury it was as refreshing as a cold plunge.", "The girl ignored the interruption. \"There is one man; he is the leader,\n the very soul of the revolution. The Mercurians worship him. They will", "possibility. If the girl had been abducted, only Mercurians could have\n engineered it in the dark; and the Mercurians were a clannish lot.", "The man arose. \"Of course. I was expecting you. Here, sit down.\" He\n pulled out a chair, motioned for the waiter. The Mercurian, his yellow", "\"I don't believe it,\" said the girl. \"The Mercurians are the most\n peaceable people in the Universe. They've been agitating for freedom,", "sub-basements were located the shops and dram houses where the\n Mercurians sat around little tables drinking silently of the pale green\n Latonka. The burrows were but poorly lit, the natives preferring the", "it does, the Terrestrials here will be massacred. The Mercurians hate\n them. We haven't but a handful of troops.\"", "Furthermore, there was something phony about the entire set up.\n The Mercurians, he knew, had been agitating for freedom for years.", "going to grant the Mercurians their freedom. Everybody knows that the\n first thing the Mercurians will do, will be to boot out the Latonka\n Trust.\"", "\"What revolution? I'm going around in circles.\"\n\n\n \"The Mercurians, of course.\"", "yes. But they believe in passive resistance. I don't believe you could\n induce a Mercurian to kill, even in self-protection. That's why Albert", "Mercury, and you've squeezed out every possible penny. Every time\n self-government has come before the Earth Congress you've succeeded in", "Jaro Moynahan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a fine duraweb\n handkerchief. \"I had forgotten how abominably hot it can be here.\"", "Jaro Moynahan\nIn the East a sullen red glow stained the heavens like the reflection\n of a fire. The Mercurian dawn was about to break. With an oath, he set", "\"No! Mercury is not ready for freedom. Only a handful of fanatics are\n engineering the revolution. The real Mercurian patriots are against" ], [ "\"A gal's gotta eat. But the truth is, I was quitting. The Latonka Trust\n is almost on the rocks. Their stock has been dropping like a meteor.\"", "\"But I should think rumors like that would run down the Latonka stock.\"", "\"It's not true,\" Joan flared. \"It's all a pack of lies invented by the\n Latonka Trust. I know.\"", "\"Oh,\" said Miss Webb, \"the offices of the Latonka Trust.\"", "going to grant the Mercurians their freedom. Everybody knows that the\n first thing the Mercurians will do, will be to boot out the Latonka\n Trust.\"", "Jaro halted before a door bearing a placard which read:\n\n\n \"LATONKA TRUST\"", "\"Well then,\" he said. \"In the first place, I just killed that\n baby-faced gunman your boss had in his office.\"\n\n\n \"\nAwk!\n\" said Joan, choking on the Latonka.", "\"Perhaps. I have a large interest in the Latonka trade. It\n is—ah—lucrative.\"", "At a corner table, a tall glass of Latonka before her, sat Miss Webb.\n Her hat was still on backwards, and she was perched on the edge of her\n chair as if ready to spring up and away like a startled faun.", "Who, but Albert Peet. Peet controlled the Latonka trade for which there\n was a tremendous demand throughout the Universe.", "gained control of the Latonka trade. Other Earthmen are in control\n of the mines and the northern plantations. Together you form perhaps\n the strongest combine the Universe has ever seen. You actually run", "Peet and the rest of the combine had such an easy time gaining control\n of the Latonka trade.\"", "\"What's happened?\" cried Albert Peet in distress. \"What's wrong with\n you, Stanley?\"\n\n\n \"This dirty slob shot me in the shoulder.\"", "\"Albert Peet,\" she continued, \"has been trying to sell out but nobody\n will touch the stock, not since it looks as if the Earth Congress is", "Jaro Moynahan sat quietly back down and poured himself another glass of\n Latonka. The pale green wine had a delicate yet exhilarating taste.", "Miss Webb's eyes grew round as marbles. \"I wouldn't touch one of those\n nasty little contraptions for all the Latonka on Mercury.\"", "railed off from the rest of the office. The door into Albert Peet's\n inner sanctum was ajar. Jaro could distinguish voices; then quite\n clearly he heard Albert Peet say in a high girlish tone:", "Albert Peet forgot to introduce us. There's some skullduggery going on\n here that I'm particularly anxious to get to the bottom of. I thought\n you might be able to help me.\"", "Mr. Peet's face fell. \"You won't reconsider?\"\n\n\n \"Sorry,\" said Jaro; \"but I've got a date. I'm late now.\" He started to\n leave.", "matter. I preferred to remain behind the scenes, but the disappearance\n of Miss Mikail has—ah—forced my hand.\" He paused." ], [ "\"Really, Mr. Moynahan, was it necessary to shoot Stanley? Isn't\n that—ah—a little extreme? I'm afraid it might incapacitate him, and I\n had a job for him.\"", "\"What's happened?\" cried Albert Peet in distress. \"What's wrong with\n you, Stanley?\"\n\n\n \"This dirty slob shot me in the shoulder.\"", "\"You dirty ...\" he began, but he got no further. Jaro Moynahan shot him\n in the shoulder.", "\"Now, Mr. Moynahan.\" Mr. Peet licked his lips nervously. \"Stanley, go", "\"You've killed him,\" said Peet. \"If I were you, Mr. Moynahan, I would\n be on the next liner back to Earth.\"", "\"I'll get you for this,\" said Stanley, his mouth twisted in pain.\n \"You've broken my shoulder. I'll kill you.\"\n\n\n The door to the inner sanctum swung open.", "some explanation. But the fact is that Stanley brought an important bit\n of news.\" He paused.", "\"Oh,\" cried Miss Webb, her brown eyes crackling. \"Did you shoot that\n poor boy? Aren't you the big brave man?\"", "\"Here, I'll take them,\" said Stanley coming back into the room. He had\n staunched the flow of blood. His face was even whiter, if possible.", "The reply was unintelligible. Then the pale-faced young man came\n through the door shutting it after himself. At the sight of Jaro\n Moynahan he froze.", "The pale-faced young man appeared in the doorway, the dart gun in his\n good hand. Jaro Moynahan dropped on his face, jerking out his slug gun", "\"Well then,\" he said. \"In the first place, I just killed that\n baby-faced gunman your boss had in his office.\"\n\n\n \"\nAwk!\n\" said Joan, choking on the Latonka.", "Albert Peet said, \"Would you excuse me, Mr. Moynahan?\" He licked his\n lips. \"I'll just step out into the hall a moment.\" He went out, drawing\n the door shut after him.", "\"Stanley,\" said Mr. Peet. \"You're bleeding all over my carpet. Why", "Mr. Peet came to the door. \"Hello, Stanley. I thought Hodes had you?\n Where's Miss Mikail?\"\n\n\n \"I got away. Look, Mr. Peet, I got to see you alone.\"", "\"It was self-defense,\" he hastened to assure her. \"He took a pot shot\n at me with that poisoned dart gun.\"\n\n\n \"But the police!\" she cried, as she caught her breath.", "out again for his hostelry. He made no further effort to elude the\n followers.\nOnce back in his room, Jaro Moynahan stripped off his clothes,", "Jaro Moynahan refilled their empty glasses. He was a big man, handsome\n in a gaunt fashion. Only his eyes were different. They were flat and", "Stanley climbed to his feet, swayed a moment drunkenly, then wobbled\n out a door on the left just as a tall brunette hurried in from the", "Jaro Moynahan lit a cigarette, sat down on the edge of the bed. \"Why\n beat about the bush,\" he asked with a sudden grin. \"Mr. Peet, you've" ], [ "The night was very hot; but then it is always hot on Mercury, the\n newest, the wildest, the hottest of Earth's frontiers. Fans spaced", "\"My eyes are practically popping out of my head now,\" she interrupted.\n \"Another morning like this and I take the first space liner back to\n Earth.\" She jammed her hat on backward, snatched her bag from the desk\n drawer.", "It made him think of cool green grapes beaded with dew. On the hot,\n teeming planet of Mercury it was as refreshing as a cold plunge.", "\"I don't believe it,\" said the girl. \"The Mercurians are the most\n peaceable people in the Universe. They've been agitating for freedom,", "Red Witch of Mercury\nBy EMMETT McDOWELL\nDeath was Jaro Moynahan's stock in trade, and\n\n every planet had known his touch. But now, on", "\"Not entirely,\" said Peet uncomfortably. \"There are many of us\n here, Mercurians as well as Earthmen, who recognize the danger. We\n have—ah—pooled our resources.\"", "He had, he supposed, killed rather a lot of men. He had fought in\n the deadly little wars of the Moons of Jupiter for years, then the", "\"You've killed him,\" said Peet. \"If I were you, Mr. Moynahan, I would\n be on the next liner back to Earth.\"", "Mercury, and you've squeezed out every possible penny. Every time\n self-government has come before the Earth Congress you've succeeded in", "The girl ignored the interruption. \"There is one man; he is the leader,\n the very soul of the revolution. The Mercurians worship him. They will", "the revolution too. The government has advised all Terrestrials to\n return to Earth.\"", "it does, the Terrestrials here will be massacred. The Mercurians hate\n them. We haven't but a handful of troops.\"", "He beckoned a waiter, paid his bill. As the Mercurian started to leave,\n a thought struck Jaro. These yellow-eyed Mercurians could see as well", "going to grant the Mercurians their freedom. Everybody knows that the\n first thing the Mercurians will do, will be to boot out the Latonka\n Trust.\"", "\"\nEarth Congress suspends negotiations on Mercurian freedom pending\n investigation of rumored rebellion. Terrestrials advised to return to\n Earth. Karfial Hodes, Mercurian patriot, being sought.\n\"", "\"What revolution? I'm going around in circles.\"\n\n\n \"The Mercurians, of course.\"", "The man arose. \"Of course. I was expecting you. Here, sit down.\" He\n pulled out a chair, motioned for the waiter. The Mercurian, his yellow", "\"What about this Karfial Hodes?\" said Jaro. \"I've heard that he's\n inciting the Mercurians to rebellion. The newscaster had a line about", "Jaro Moynahan\nIn the East a sullen red glow stained the heavens like the reflection\n of a fire. The Mercurian dawn was about to break. With an oath, he set", "gained control of the Latonka trade. Other Earthmen are in control\n of the mines and the northern plantations. Together you form perhaps\n the strongest combine the Universe has ever seen. You actually run" ], [ "\"You've killed him,\" said Peet. \"If I were you, Mr. Moynahan, I would\n be on the next liner back to Earth.\"", "\"Really, Mr. Moynahan, was it necessary to shoot Stanley? Isn't\n that—ah—a little extreme? I'm afraid it might incapacitate him, and I\n had a job for him.\"", "\"Now, Mr. Moynahan.\" Mr. Peet licked his lips nervously. \"Stanley, go", "Albert Peet said, \"Would you excuse me, Mr. Moynahan?\" He licked his\n lips. \"I'll just step out into the hall a moment.\" He went out, drawing\n the door shut after him.", "Mr. Peet licked his lips again. \"I have come, Mr. Moynahan, on a matter\n of business, urgent business. I had not intended to appear in this", "\"The fact is, Mr. Moynahan, that we won't need you after all. I realize\n that we've put you to considerable trouble and we're prepared to pay", "\"You dirty ...\" he began, but he got no further. Jaro Moynahan shot him\n in the shoulder.", "\"That's the way it is.\"\n\n\n \"There isn't much time,\" he said after a moment. \"The Rains are due any\n day now.\"", "Jaro Moynahan raised his oblique brows but did not interrupt.", "\"I did not want to call you in, Jaro Moynahan.\" It was the first time\n she had used his name. \"You have the reputation of being unpredictable.", "\"Who's putting up the money?\"\n\n\n \"I can't tell you.\"\n\n\n \"Ah,\" said Jaro Moynahan; \"so that's the way it is.\"", "The reply was unintelligible. Then the pale-faced young man came\n through the door shutting it after himself. At the sight of Jaro\n Moynahan he froze.", "Jaro Moynahan lit a cigarette, sat down on the edge of the bed. \"Why\n beat about the bush,\" he asked with a sudden grin. \"Mr. Peet, you've", "out again for his hostelry. He made no further effort to elude the\n followers.\nOnce back in his room, Jaro Moynahan stripped off his clothes,", "Jaro Moynahan refilled their empty glasses. He was a big man, handsome\n in a gaunt fashion. Only his eyes were different. They were flat and", "Jaro Moynahan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a fine duraweb\n handkerchief. \"I had forgotten how abominably hot it can be here.\"", "Back on the narrow alley-like street Jaro Moynahan headed for his\n hostelry. By stretching out his arms he could touch the buildings on", "Jaro Moynahan sat quietly back down and poured himself another glass of\n Latonka. The pale green wine had a delicate yet exhilarating taste.", "Without answering, Jaro backed watchfully from the room.\nOnce Jaro Moynahan had regained the street, he mopped his forehead with", "matter. I preferred to remain behind the scenes, but the disappearance\n of Miss Mikail has—ah—forced my hand.\" He paused." ], [ "\"When you go out, turn left toward the native quarter. Wait for me in\n the first grog shop you come to.\"\n\n\n Miss Webb raised her eyebrows. \"What's this? A new technique?\"", "Mr. Peet licked his lips again. \"I have come, Mr. Moynahan, on a matter\n of business, urgent business. I had not intended to appear in this", "\"Oh,\" cried Miss Webb, her brown eyes crackling. \"Did you shoot that\n poor boy? Aren't you the big brave man?\"", "Jaro began again patiently. \"Wait for me in the first grog shop.\n There's something I must know. It's important.\" He cleared his throat.", "\"Thank you,\" said Miss Webb. She flicked the machine off, then added:\n \"You trollop.\"\n\n\n Mr. Peet regarded Jaro Moynahan with distress.", "\"There's been an—ah—accident,\" said Mr. Peet, and he licked his lips.\n \"Call a doctor, Miss Webb.\"", "Miss Webb uttered a shriek, jerked so violently that her hat tilted\n over one eye. She regarded him balefully from beneath the brim.\n\n\n \"Never a dull moment,\" she gritted.", "\"Yes,\" replied Miss Webb sweetly.\n\n\n A native waiter, attracted no doubt by her scream, came over and took\n Jaro's order.", "At a corner table, a tall glass of Latonka before her, sat Miss Webb.\n Her hat was still on backwards, and she was perched on the edge of her\n chair as if ready to spring up and away like a startled faun.", "into my office. The doctor will be here in a moment. Miss Webb, you may\n go home. I'll have no more work for you today.\"", "Albert Peet said, \"Would you excuse me, Mr. Moynahan?\" He licked his\n lips. \"I'll just step out into the hall a moment.\" He went out, drawing\n the door shut after him.", "Still grinning, Jaro sat down. \"I'm Jaro Moynahan, Miss Webb. I think", "\"Goodbye, Miss Webb,\" said Mr. Peet firmly.\n\n\n Jaro grinned and winked at her. Miss Webb tottered out of the room.", "Jaro Moynahan lit a cigarette, sat down on the edge of the bed. \"Why\n beat about the bush,\" he asked with a sudden grin. \"Mr. Peet, you've", "Mr. Peet came back into the room.\n\n\n \"Why, no, I mean yes,\" replied Miss Webb, a blank expression in her\n eyes.", "\"All right,\" Jaro smiled, but his pale blue eyes probed the girl\n thoughtfully. \"I'll have to confide certain facts which might be\n dangerous for you to know. Are you game, Miss Webb?\"", "\"Here, Miss Webb,\" he said, \"do something with these. Put them in my\n desk.\"", "\"Oh!\" exclaimed Miss Webb as she caught sight of the blood staining the\n carpet.\nJoan Webb", "As the door closed behind the girl, Albert Peet licked his lips, said:\n \"Mr. Moynahan, I suppose my disappearance back at your room requires", "\"Score one,\" breathed Jaro, \"I begin to see light. Miss Webb—ah,\n Joan—I've a notion that we're going to be a great team. How do you\n happen to be Albert Peet's private secretary?\"" ] ]

[ "What was Brian Arthur’s claim to fame?", "What was “The Legend of Arthur”?", "Who does John Cassidy refer to as the “Santa Fe professor”?", "What is the educational background of the person who wrote “Complexity”?", "What is the most accurate paraphrase of Paul Krugman’s reply to John Cassidy?", "Where was John Cassidy’s piece published?", "What solution does Paul Krugman suggest to address his concerns?", "Why didn’t M. Mitchell Waldrop give credit to other economists in his book?", "Where was Brian Arthur born?" ]

[ [ "An economist who applied an understanding of increasing returns to high-technology markets.", "The author of “Complexity.”", "A founder of modern economics.", "A scholar of international trade who was primarily responsible for the rediscovering of increasing returns." ], [ "A comparison of the economic models of simplicity and determinism.", "A criticism of reporters who do not check their facts before publishing a story.", "A criticism of the direction that macroeconomic research has taken during the past 20 years.", "A criticism of economic scholars who take credit for others’ work." ], [ "Joel Klein", "Brian Arthur", "Daniel Rubinfeld", "Paul Krugman" ], [ "Law", "Economics", "Journalism", "Physics" ], [ "“I disagree with you.”", "“Your article was better than David Warsh’s.”", "“My article was a necessary contribution to the research.”", "“David Warsh is a journalist who did it right.”" ], [ "Simon & Schuster", "The Boston Globe", "Handbook of International Economics", "The New Yorker" ], [ "Journalists and authors should rely on only a handful of trusted sources.", "Journalists and authors should show more care in referencing and crediting work done by all parties.", "Journalists and authors should always fact-check information through Nobel laureates.", "More media attention should be given to issues of academic plagiarism." ], [ "He didn’t know about them.", "He left them out of the book deliberately.", "He wrote about them but it was cut during the editing process.", "This is untrue; the book includes this information." ], [ "Ireland", "England", "Boston", "Santa Fe" ] ]

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So was I.", "plausible fellow like Brian Arthur at face value without checking", "story of how Stanford Professor Brian Arthur came up with the", "that idea to Arthur. Indeed, the phrase \"increasing returns\" appears", "Arthur has never, to my knowledge, claimed any such thing.", "and, you guessed it, Brian Arthur. \"Why QWERTYUIOP?\" Krugman", "attack on Brian Arthur (\"The Legend of Arthur\") requires a", "Brian does indeed describe what others had done in the", "What Cassidy in fact did in his article was to trace a line of influence between one of Arthur's early articles and the current claims of the Department of Justice against Microsoft. It appears that Cassidy based his article on several interviews, not just one.", "of it. Indeed, I quote Brian pointing out that increasing" ], [ "Arthur in \"The Legend of Arthur,\" I couldn't help wondering", "good story (\"The Legend of Arthur\"). As a professional journalist,", "what we really learn from the legend of Arthur is that", "came from Arthur, and they were based on his recollections", "Arthur first tried to publish them.\"", "idea long before Arthur did.", "attack on Brian Arthur (\"The Legend of Arthur\") requires a", "yet as a chronicler of Arthur's career and inner life,", "Arthur has never, to my knowledge, claimed any such thing.", "to use Arthur in the lead of the story.", "to say that Arthur had used the term while others refer", "the fact that Arthur has started to receive some public", "about the lonely struggle of Arthur in the face of", "book starts with the story of Arthur's meeting in 1987", "devastating exposé of Arthur's pretensions--but to little effect. [Click", "Krugman's Life of Brian \n\n \n\n Where it all started: Paul Krugman's \"The Legend of Arthur.\" \n\n Letter from John Cassidy", "that idea to Arthur. 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It appears that Cassidy based his article on several interviews, not just one.", "to others. \"Cassidy has made it clear in earlier writing", "indeed very old, and Cassidy at no point attributed that", "the idea of increasing returns.\" Cassidy, however, said nothing of", "Thank you, Mr. Cassidy. \n\n Letter from Kenneth J. Arrow:", "appears just once in Cassidy's article and then merely to", "--John Cassidy \n\n Paul Krugman replies to John Cassidy:", "with Al Fishlow at Berkeley, in which Fishlow supposedly said,", "the Cassidy article, didn't just tell the story of Brian", "Paul Krugman replies to John Cassidy \n\n Letter from M. Mitchell Waldrop \n\n Paul Krugman replies to M. Mitchell Waldrop", "Meyer), and a well-known Harvard professor (Gregory Mankiw). To", "Bits from the Technology Front.\" Cassidy did not present a", "Which brings me to Professor Krugman's letter, and my reply. I remember the exchange very well. Obviously, however, my reply failed to make clear what I was really trying to say. So I'll try again:", "--Kenneth J. Arrow Nobel laureate and Joan Kenney professor of economics emeritus Stanford University \n\n Letter from Ted C. Fishman:", "Among the sources quoted in that piece were the then-chairman" ], [ "Accordingly, I included a passage in Complexity in which Brian", "I leave it for others to decide whether I was too gullible in writing Complexity . For the record, however, I would like to inject a few facts into Krugman's story, which he summarizes nicely in the final paragraph:", "In the rush to get Complexity to press, however, that", "cites my own book, Complexity as a classic example of", "press--including Complexity and The New Yorker --is now hailing Brian", "checking up on him. During my research for Complexity I", "other things, Complexity tells the story of the Irish-born economist", "c) So, when I received Krugman's letter shortly after Complexity came out, I was puzzled: He was complaining that I hadn't referenced others in the increasing-returns field--Paul Krugman among them--although I had explicitly done so.", "Letter from M. Mitchell Waldrop:", "After reading Paul", "I hadn't recently reread his informative 1994 book Peddling", "Krugman wrote: \"Cassidy's article tells the story of how", "book came out, I wrote him as politely as I", "Meyer), and a well-known Harvard professor (Gregory Mankiw). To", "Brian Arthur was saying--that the whole business about the seminar", "I presume this statement refers to a critical piece I", "to others. \"Cassidy has made it clear in earlier writing", "industries. Krugman admits that he wrote the article because he", "them, and trying to find something they have written that", "Krugman notes, several scholars (himself included) who were working in" ], [ "--John Cassidy \n\n Paul Krugman replies to John Cassidy:", "Which brings me to Professor Krugman's letter, and my reply. I remember the exchange very well. Obviously, however, my reply failed to make clear what I was really trying to say. So I'll try again:", "Paul Krugman replies to John Cassidy \n\n Letter from M. Mitchell Waldrop \n\n Paul Krugman replies to M. Mitchell Waldrop", "Krugman wrote: \"Cassidy's article tells the story of how", "Krugman claims that my opening sentence--\"In a way, Bill", "--M. Mitchell Waldrop Washington \n\n Paul Krugman replies to M. 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Mitchell Waldrop", "[in The New Yorker of Jan. 12] tells the story", "indeed very old, and Cassidy at no point attributed that", "and The New Yorker . A number of people have", "the idea of increasing returns.\" Cassidy, however, said nothing of", "Krugman's Life of Brian \n\n \n\n Where it all started: Paul Krugman's \"The Legend of Arthur.\" \n\n Letter from John Cassidy", "The New Yorker believes him.\"", "ago. After Krugman's article appeared, the Santa Fe professor called", "Among the sources quoted in that piece were the then-chairman", "Arthur nor by Cassidy. Krugman has not read Cassidy's" ], [ "Paul Krugman's", "Which brings me to Professor Krugman's letter, and my reply. I remember the exchange very well. Obviously, however, my reply failed to make clear what I was really trying to say. So I'll try again:", "the field--Paul Krugman among them. Elsewhere in that same", "or his own. Krugman seems to fear a plot to", "1) Krugman", "Krugman claims that my opening sentence--\"In a way, Bill", "industries. Krugman admits that he wrote the article because he", "--John Cassidy \n\n Paul Krugman replies to John Cassidy:", "--M. Mitchell Waldrop Washington \n\n Paul Krugman replies to M. Mitchell Waldrop:", "Paul Krugman loves", "Krugman wrote. \"In the early 1980s, Paul David and", "perspective. Click to see the foreword.) Hence, Krugman's whole", "Krugman notes, several scholars (himself included) who were working in", "in question as I described them. Krugman, as he admits,", "Krugman notes, one reason for this was technical, not ideological.", "To claim, as Krugman does, that I \"don't like", "peers. Krugman has made a career out of telling other", "Krugman is remarkably cavalier about attributing motives and beliefs to", "Paul Krugman vent his spleen against fellow economist Brian Arthur", "papers, including those of Paul Krugman. (See Arthur's papers" ], [ "--M. Mitchell Waldrop Washington \n\n Paul Krugman replies to M. Mitchell Waldrop:", "Letter from M. Mitchell Waldrop:", "Paul Krugman replies to John Cassidy \n\n Letter from M. Mitchell Waldrop \n\n Paul Krugman replies to M. Mitchell Waldrop", "a) During our interviews, Brian went out of his way to impress upon me that many other economists had done work in increasing returns--Paul Krugman among them. He was anxious that they be given due credit in anything I wrote. So was I.", "c) So, when I received Krugman's letter shortly after Complexity came out, I was puzzled: He was complaining that I hadn't referenced others in the increasing-returns field--Paul Krugman among them--although I had explicitly done so.", "That morality play--not the question of who deserves credit--was the main point of my column, because it is a pure (and malicious) fantasy that has nonetheless become part of the story line people tell about increasing returns and its relationship to mainstream economics.", "I think that David Warsh's 1994 in the Boston Globe says it all. If other journalists would do as much homework as he did, I wouldn't have had to write that article.", "markets, and that his work influenced how other economists and", "I leave it for others to decide whether I was too gullible in writing Complexity . For the record, however, I would like to inject a few facts into Krugman's story, which he summarizes nicely in the final paragraph:", "of increasing returns.\" I wrote no such thing, and Arthur", "I spoke to a number of economists about his work,", "Krugman notes, several scholars (himself included) who were working in", "Meyer), and a well-known Harvard professor (Gregory Mankiw). To", "(For additional background on the history of \"increasing returns\" and Brian Arthur's standing in the field, click for David Warsh's July 3, 1994, Boston Globe article on Brian Arthur)", "economists who did influential work, and I cited three of", "to deny economists their intellectual due. If one exists, Arthur", "the field--Paul Krugman among them. Elsewhere in that same", "peers. Krugman has made a career out of telling other", "this was the case. (Rubinfeld also mentioned several other economists", "the idea of increasing returns.\" Cassidy, however, said nothing of" ], [ "Brian Arthur as the originator of increasing returns, even though", "Brian Arthur; it also painted a picture of the economics", "Brian Arthur was saying--that the whole business about the seminar", "serious matter. In effect, he is accusing Brian Arthur, a", "(For additional background on the history of \"increasing returns\" and Brian Arthur's standing in the field, click for David Warsh's July 3, 1994, Boston Globe article on Brian Arthur)", "economist Brian Arthur and how he came to champion a", "Paul Krugman vent his spleen against fellow economist Brian Arthur", "Arthur has never, to my knowledge, claimed any such thing.", "the Microsoft case, he singled out Brian Arthur as the", "attack on Brian Arthur (\"The Legend of Arthur\") requires a", "Krugman's Life of Brian \n\n \n\n Where it all started: Paul Krugman's \"The Legend of Arthur.\" \n\n Letter from John Cassidy", "and his Stanford colleague Brian Arthur asked that question, and", "What Cassidy in fact did in his article was to trace a line of influence between one of Arthur's early articles and the current claims of the Department of Justice against Microsoft. It appears that Cassidy based his article on several interviews, not just one.", "story? Is it possible that he completely misunderstood what Brian", "Brian does indeed describe what others had done in the", "how Stanford Professor Brian Arthur came up with the idea of", "the fact that Arthur has started to receive some public", "plausible fellow like Brian Arthur at face value without checking", "that idea to Arthur. Indeed, the phrase \"increasing returns\" appears", "came from Arthur, and they were based on his recollections" ] ]

[ "How did Orison feel on the first day of her job?", "Would Orison be able to go out until midnight?", "Who seems to be the only person that Orison seems to trust at the bank?", "Which best describes Orison's personality?", "Why did Orison say that she quit?", "What is Orison's main reason for going to floor seven?", "What are Microfabridae?", "Does Orison know what is taking place at the bank?" ]

[ [ "confused about her job duties", "frustrated with the other women that worked there", "excited about such a large raise", "in love with the quirkiness of the employees" ], [ "No - she needed to be in her bed before then", "No - she works too early in the morning to be out so late", "Yes - she has no curfew", "Yes - Mr. Gerding will probably take her dancing far later" ], [ "Dink Gerding", "Kraft Gerding", "no one - they all seem suspicious", "Auga Vingt" ], [ "smart and bossy", "patient and polite", "kind and innocent", "curious and confident" ], [ "She was frustrated with her visitors", "She didn't understand her job", "She didn't like reading every day", "Kraft was being rude to her" ], [ "To figure out what escudo green meant", "To have a good reason to get fired", "To find out what else is happening at the bank", "To give Dink a message" ], [ "tiny crustaceans that eat calcium and metals", "tiny crustaceans that they're breeding for profit", "tiny spiders that eat people", "tiny spiders that create tiny webs" ], [ "Yes - Dink is very open and honest with her", "No - there are many secrets and oddities", "Yes - she's a very smart woman", "No - no one will tell her anything" ] ]

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[ [ "Home in her apartment, Orison set the notes of her first day's\n observations in order. Presumably Washington would call tonight for", "Orison folded the paper and put it in the \"Out\" basket. Someone would\n be here in a moment with something new to read. She'd best get going.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. She was wondering if she'd be issued earmuffs,\n now that she'd become an employee of this most peculiar bank.", "Orison finished the\nWall Street Journal\nby early afternoon. A\n page came up a moment later with fresh reading-matter: a copy of\n yesterday's", "Orison looked up. \"Oh, hello,\" she said. \"I didn't hear you come up.\"", "finished her tuna salad on whole-wheat, then went back upstairs to her\n lonely desk and her microphone. By five, Orison had finished the book,\n reading rapidly and becoming despite herself engrossed in the saga of", "Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the\n book and took the elevator down to the ground floor. The operator was", "\"I've always been terrified of them,\" Orison said. \"When I was a little\n girl, I had to stay upstairs all day one Sunday because there was a", "\"It seems a rather peculiar job,\" Orison said. \"After all, I'm a\n secretary. Is reading the newspaper aloud supposed to familiarize me\n with the Bank's operation?\"", "Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to\n the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness,", "Orison briefed her pillow on the Earmuffs, on her task of reading to a\n microphone, and on the generally mimsy tone of the William Howard Taft\n National Bank and Trust Company. \"That's about it, so far,\" she said.", "Orison brushed the midget crustacean off her finger into the nearest\n tank, where he joined the busy boil of his fellows. She felt her ring.", "Orison went with her cupped hands to the nearest tank and sprinkled the\n mineral fishfood around inside it. The Microfabridae leaped from the", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said, and tried to smile back without showing\n teeth.", "Orison nodded. Holding her newspaper and her microphone, she read the\n one into the other. Mr. Wanji flicked his fingers in a good-by, then", "Orison jumped up, tossing the paper into her wastebasket. \"I quit!\" she\n shouted. \"You can take this crazy bank ... into bankruptcy, for all I", "the landing was cellar-dark. Orison closed her eyes for a moment. There\n was a curious sound. The buzzing of a million bees, barely within the", "\"What is this?\" Orison demanded. \"Visiting-day at the zoo?\" She paused\n and shook her head. \"Excuse me, sir,\" she said. \"It's just that ...\n Vingt thing....\"", "Orison flung the shoe and the pillow under her bed, and resolved\n to write Washington for permission to make her future reports by\n registered mail.\nII", "Orison was blinded by the lights, brilliant as noonday sun. The room\n extended through the entire seventh floor, its windows boarded shut," ], [ "Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to\n the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness,", "No call. Orison slipped between the sheets at eleven-thirty. The clock\n was set; the lights were out. Wasn't Washington going to call her?", "Orison was blinded by the lights, brilliant as noonday sun. The room\n extended through the entire seventh floor, its windows boarded shut,", "\"I've always been terrified of them,\" Orison said. \"When I was a little\n girl, I had to stay upstairs all day one Sunday because there was a", "than Mr. Wanji's, being midnight blue in color. \"Lift us to five, Mac,\"\n Mr. Wanji said. As the elevator door shut he explained to Orison,", "Orison finished the\nWall Street Journal\nby early afternoon. A\n page came up a moment later with fresh reading-matter: a copy of\n yesterday's", "Orison looked up. \"Oh, hello,\" she said. \"I didn't hear you come up.\"", "\"Dink?\" she asked. \"And I suppose you're to call me Orison?\"\n\n\n \"That's the drill,\" he said. \"One more question, Orison. Dinner this\n evening?\"", "Orison folded the paper and put it in the \"Out\" basket. Someone would\n be here in a moment with something new to read. She'd best get going.", "Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the\n book and took the elevator down to the ground floor. The operator was", "Home in her apartment, Orison set the notes of her first day's\n observations in order. Presumably Washington would call tonight for", "Orison reached under the bed for a shoe. Gripping it like a Scout-ax,\n she reached for the light cord with her free hand and tugged at it.\n\n\n The room was empty.", "nonsense into a microphone. Let Washington make sense of that, she\n thought.\nIn a gloomy mood, Orison McCall showered and dressed for bed. Eleven", "The door on the sixth floor was locked. Orison went on up the stairs to\n seven. The glass of the door there was painted black on the inside, and", "Orison flung the shoe and the pillow under her bed, and resolved\n to write Washington for permission to make her future reports by\n registered mail.\nII", "\"What do they do?\" Orison asked.\n\n\n \"That's still a secret,\" Dink said, smiling. \"I can't tell even you\n that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary.\"", "\"I'll hold my breath,\" Orison promised. \"The elevator is just behind\n you. Push a button, will you? And\nbon voyage\n.\"", "wood-covered wooden box. He scooped up a cupful of the sand inside.\n \"Hold out your hands,\" he told Orison. He filled them with the sand.", "\"But we're on a first-name basis already,\" he pointed out. \"Dance?\"\n\n\n \"I'd love to,\" Orison said, half expecting an orchestra to march,\n playing, from the elevator.", "\"I wish you hadn't come up here, Orison,\" Dink said. \"Why did you do\n it?\"" ], [ "\"Please do,\" Orison said. This bank president, for all his grace and\n presence, was obviously as kookie as his bank.", "\"It seems a rather peculiar job,\" Orison said. \"After all, I'm a\n secretary. Is reading the newspaper aloud supposed to familiarize me\n with the Bank's operation?\"", "Orison briefed her pillow on the Earmuffs, on her task of reading to a\n microphone, and on the generally mimsy tone of the William Howard Taft\n National Bank and Trust Company. \"That's about it, so far,\" she said.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. She was wondering if she'd be issued earmuffs,\n now that she'd become an employee of this most peculiar bank.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. This laissez-faire policy of Taft Bank's\n might explain why she'd been selected from the Treasury Department's", "The First Vice-President of the William Howard Taft National Bank and\n Trust Company, the gentleman to whom Miss Orison McCall was applying", "\"Dink ... Dink!\" Orison shouted.\n\n\n \"My beloved younger brother is otherwise engaged than in the rescue of\n damsels in distress,\" Kraft said. \"Someone, after all, has to mind the\n bank.\"", "\"You make it sound so improper,\" Orison said.\n\n\n \"I'm far enough away to do you no harm, Miss McCall,\" the monitor said.\n \"Now, tell me what happened at the bank today.\"", "jacket, were enough to assure Orison that the Taft Bank was a curious\n bank indeed. \"I gotta say, chick, these references of yours really", "Orison jumped up, tossing the paper into her wastebasket. \"I quit!\" she\n shouted. \"You can take this crazy bank ... into bankruptcy, for all I", "\"What do they do?\" Orison asked.\n\n\n \"That's still a secret,\" Dink said, smiling. \"I can't tell even you\n that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. \"While you're here, Mr. Wanji, I'd like to\n ask you about my withholding tax, social security, credit union,", "Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to\n the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness,", "Direct, she thought. Perhaps that's why he's president of a bank, and\n still so young. \"We've hardly met,\" she said.", "Orison finished the\nWall Street Journal\nby early afternoon. A\n page came up a moment later with fresh reading-matter: a copy of\n yesterday's", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said, and tried to smile back without showing\n teeth.", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said. A handsome man, she mused. Twenty-eight?\n So tall. Could he ever be interested in a girl just five-foot-three?\n Maybe higher heels?", "\"I stopped by to welcome you to the William Howard Taft National Bank\n and Trust Company family, Miss McCall,\" he said. \"I'm Kraft Gerding,\n Dink's elder brother. I understand you've met Dink already.\"", "Orison folded the paper and put it in the \"Out\" basket. Someone would\n be here in a moment with something new to read. She'd best get going.", "\"I've always been terrified of them,\" Orison said. \"When I was a little\n girl, I had to stay upstairs all day one Sunday because there was a" ], [ "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said. A handsome man, she mused. Twenty-eight?\n So tall. Could he ever be interested in a girl just five-foot-three?\n Maybe higher heels?", "Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to\n the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness,", "\"He's like a baby crawdad,\" Orison said.", "Orison finished the\nWall Street Journal\nby early afternoon. A\n page came up a moment later with fresh reading-matter: a copy of\n yesterday's", "\"I've always been terrified of them,\" Orison said. \"When I was a little\n girl, I had to stay upstairs all day one Sunday because there was a", "Orison looked up. \"Oh, hello,\" she said. \"I didn't hear you come up.\"", "\"He was a very kind employer,\" Orison said. She tried to keep from\n staring at the most remarkable item of Mr. Wanji's costume, a pair of\n furry green earmuffs. It was not cold.", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said, and tried to smile back without showing\n teeth.", "Orison was blinded by the lights, brilliant as noonday sun. The room\n extended through the entire seventh floor, its windows boarded shut,", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. The hair of this new Mr. Gerding was cropped\n even closer than Dink's. His mustache was gray-tipped, like a patch", "eyed Orison with the coolness due so attractive a competitor, and\n favored her with no gambit to enter their conversations. Orison sighed,", "\"Dink?\" she asked. \"And I suppose you're to call me Orison?\"\n\n\n \"That's the drill,\" he said. \"One more question, Orison. Dinner this\n evening?\"", "\"Thanks,\" Orison said.", "\"You make it very clear,\" Orison said. \"Now you'd best hurry back to\n your stanchion, Bossy, before the hay's all gone.\"", "\"What do they do?\" Orison asked.\n\n\n \"That's still a secret,\" Dink said, smiling. \"I can't tell even you\n that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary.\"", "\"Testing,\" the voice repeated.\n\n\n \"What you're testing,\" Orison said in a firm voice, \"is my patience.\n Who are you?\"", "Orison reached under the bed for a shoe. Gripping it like a Scout-ax,\n she reached for the light cord with her free hand and tugged at it.\n\n\n The room was empty.", "\"Crazy!\" Mr. Wanji grabbed Orison's right hand and shook it with\n athletic vigor. \"You just now joined up with our herd. I wanna tell", "\"Dink ... Dink!\" Orison shouted.\n\n\n \"My beloved younger brother is otherwise engaged than in the rescue of\n damsels in distress,\" Kraft said. \"Someone, after all, has to mind the\n bank.\"", "\"What is this?\" Orison demanded. \"Visiting-day at the zoo?\" She paused\n and shook her head. \"Excuse me, sir,\" she said. \"It's just that ...\n Vingt thing....\"" ], [ "Orison jumped up, tossing the paper into her wastebasket. \"I quit!\" she\n shouted. \"You can take this crazy bank ... into bankruptcy, for all I", "Orison folded the paper and put it in the \"Out\" basket. Someone would\n be here in a moment with something new to read. She'd best get going.", "Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the\n book and took the elevator down to the ground floor. The operator was", "Orison nodded. Holding her newspaper and her microphone, she read the\n one into the other. Mr. Wanji flicked his fingers in a good-by, then", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said, and tried to smile back without showing\n teeth.", "\"Sorry you have to leave so suddenly,\" Orison said, rolling her\nWall\n Street Journal\ninto a club and standing. \"Darling.\"", "Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to\n the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness,", "Orison looked up. \"Oh, hello,\" she said. \"I didn't hear you come up.\"", "\"I wish you hadn't come up here, Orison,\" Dink said. \"Why did you do\n it?\"", "\"I had hoped you'd be happy here, Miss McCall,\" Kraft Gerding said.\n Orison struggled to release herself. She broke free only to have", "No call. Orison slipped between the sheets at eleven-thirty. The clock\n was set; the lights were out. Wasn't Washington going to call her?", "\"I've always been terrified of them,\" Orison said. \"When I was a little\n girl, I had to stay upstairs all day one Sunday because there was a", "eyed Orison with the coolness due so attractive a competitor, and\n favored her with no gambit to enter their conversations. Orison sighed,", "Orison briefed her pillow on the Earmuffs, on her task of reading to a\n microphone, and on the generally mimsy tone of the William Howard Taft\n National Bank and Trust Company. \"That's about it, so far,\" she said.", "\"What is this?\" Orison demanded. \"Visiting-day at the zoo?\" She paused\n and shook her head. \"Excuse me, sir,\" she said. \"It's just that ...\n Vingt thing....\"", "Orison flung the shoe and the pillow under her bed, and resolved\n to write Washington for permission to make her future reports by\n registered mail.\nII", "Orison reached under the bed for a shoe. Gripping it like a Scout-ax,\n she reached for the light cord with her free hand and tugged at it.\n\n\n The room was empty.", "\"I'm Orison McCall,\" she said. A handsome man, she mused. Twenty-eight?\n So tall. Could he ever be interested in a girl just five-foot-three?\n Maybe higher heels?", "Orison brushed the midget crustacean off her finger into the nearest\n tank, where he joined the busy boil of his fellows. She felt her ring.", "\"We're pleased with your work, Miss McCall,\" Dink Gerding said. He took\n the chair to the right of her desk.\n\n\n \"It's nothing,\" Orison said, switching off the microphone." ], [ "The door on the sixth floor was locked. Orison went on up the stairs to\n seven. The glass of the door there was painted black on the inside, and", "Orison was blinded by the lights, brilliant as noonday sun. The room\n extended through the entire seventh floor, its windows boarded shut,", "\"I'll hold my breath,\" Orison promised. \"The elevator is just behind\n you. Push a button, will you? And\nbon voyage\n.\"", "to the elevator. When the door slicked open Orison, staring after Dink,\n saw that each of the half-dozen men aboard snapped off their hats (but", "\"I've always been terrified of them,\" Orison said. \"When I was a little\n girl, I had to stay upstairs all day one Sunday because there was a", "than Mr. Wanji's, being midnight blue in color. \"Lift us to five, Mac,\"\n Mr. Wanji said. As the elevator door shut he explained to Orison,", "Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the\n book and took the elevator down to the ground floor. The operator was", "\"But we're on a first-name basis already,\" he pointed out. \"Dance?\"\n\n\n \"I'd love to,\" Orison said, half expecting an orchestra to march,\n playing, from the elevator.", "Kraft Gerding called the elevator, marched aboard, favored Orison with\n a cold, quick bow, then disappeared into the mysterious heights above\n fifth floor.", "aboard the elevator. Each of the chivalrous men, hat pressed to his\n heart, wore a pair of earmuffs. Orison nodded bemused acknowledgment", "Orison looked up. \"Oh, hello,\" she said. \"I didn't hear you come up.\"", "the landing was cellar-dark. Orison closed her eyes for a moment. There\n was a curious sound. The buzzing of a million bees, barely within the", "took off upstairs in the elevator.\nBy lunchtime Orison had finished the\nWall Street Journal\nand had", "\"I came to bring a message to Dink,\" Orison said. \"Let me go, you\n acromegalic apes!\"\n\n\n \"The message?\" Kraft Gerding demanded.", "\"Carry on, Colonel,\" the stranger replied. As the elevator door closed,\n he stepped up to Orison's desk. \"Good morning. Miss McCall,\" he said.", "Orison reached under the bed for a shoe. Gripping it like a Scout-ax,\n she reached for the light cord with her free hand and tugged at it.\n\n\n The room was empty.", "\"I wish you hadn't come up here, Orison,\" Dink said. \"Why did you do\n it?\"", "it out. Meanwhile, she thought, scooting her chair back from her desk,\n she had a vague excuse to prowl the upper floors. The Earmuffs could\n only fire her.", "Orison folded the paper and put it in the \"Out\" basket. Someone would\n be here in a moment with something new to read. She'd best get going.", "Orison finished the\nWall Street Journal\nby early afternoon. A\n page came up a moment later with fresh reading-matter: a copy of\n yesterday's" ], [ "\"That's the hymn of the Microfabridae,\" Dink said. \"They all sing\n together while they work, a chorus of some twenty million voices.\" He", "Microfabridus from his palm to hers. It felt crisp and hard, like\n a legged grain of sand. Dink took a magnifier from his pocket and", "She backed away from Dink Gerding and the minuscule creature he cupped\n in the palm of his hand. \"These are Microfabridae, more nearly related", "floor. \"... your flesh would be unharmed, though they spun and darted\n all around you. Our Microfabridae are petrovorous, Miss McCall. Of", "\"It's an ancient song,\" Dink said. \"The Microfabridae have been\n singing it for a million years.\" He released her, and opened a", "secret. We don't have a patent on the use of Microfabridae, you see.\"", "\"What's he doing now?\" Orison asked, watching the Microfabridus,\n perched up on the rear four of his six microscopic legs, scratching\n against her high-school class-ring with his tiny chelae.", "It was pitted where the Microfabridus had been nibbling. \"Strange,\n using crawdads in a bank,\" she said. She stood silent for a moment. \"I", "Orison went with her cupped hands to the nearest tank and sprinkled the\n mineral fishfood around inside it. The Microfabridae leaped from the", "The pink bubbles, the tiny flesh-colored flecks glinting light from\n the spun-sugar bridges between the tanks, were spiders. Millions", "\"A sort of crustacean,\" Dink agreed. \"We use them in a commercial\n process we're developing. That's why we keep this floor closed off and", "extended his palm. Orison forced herself to look. The little creature,\n flesh-colored against his flesh, was nearly invisible, scuttling around", "upon millions of spiders, each the size of a mustard-seed; crawling,\n leaping, swinging, spinning webs, seething in the hundred tanks. Orison", "to shellfish than to spiders,\" he said. \"They're stone-and-metal\n eaters. They literally couldn't harm a fly. Look at it, Orison.\" He", "\"They like gold,\" Dink explained, peering across her shoulder,\n comfortably close. \"They're attracted to it by a chemical tropism, as", "liquid like miniature porpoises, seizing the grains of sand in mid-air.\n \"They're so very strange,\" Orison said. At the bottom of the tank she", "Orison brushed the midget crustacean off her finger into the nearest\n tank, where he joined the busy boil of his fellows. She felt her ring.", "\"Strange,\" Dink said. He walked over to the nearest tank and plucked\n one of the tiny pink creatures from a web-bridge. \"This is no spider,\n Orison,\" he said.", "though struck by lightning, their arms thrown out before them, their\n faces abject against the floor. Kraft Gerding was slowly lowering\n himself to one knee. Dink had entered the spider-room. Without", "course, once they discovered your teeth, and through them a skeleton of\n calcium, a delicacy they find most toothsome, you'd be filleted within\n minutes.\"" ], [ "\"Please do,\" Orison said. This bank president, for all his grace and\n presence, was obviously as kookie as his bank.", "\"Dink ... Dink!\" Orison shouted.\n\n\n \"My beloved younger brother is otherwise engaged than in the rescue of\n damsels in distress,\" Kraft said. \"Someone, after all, has to mind the\n bank.\"", "\"It seems a rather peculiar job,\" Orison said. \"After all, I'm a\n secretary. Is reading the newspaper aloud supposed to familiarize me\n with the Bank's operation?\"", "\"You make it sound so improper,\" Orison said.\n\n\n \"I'm far enough away to do you no harm, Miss McCall,\" the monitor said.\n \"Now, tell me what happened at the bank today.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. She was wondering if she'd be issued earmuffs,\n now that she'd become an employee of this most peculiar bank.", "Orison briefed her pillow on the Earmuffs, on her task of reading to a\n microphone, and on the generally mimsy tone of the William Howard Taft\n National Bank and Trust Company. \"That's about it, so far,\" she said.", "Orison jumped up, tossing the paper into her wastebasket. \"I quit!\" she\n shouted. \"You can take this crazy bank ... into bankruptcy, for all I", "\"What do they do?\" Orison asked.\n\n\n \"That's still a secret,\" Dink said, smiling. \"I can't tell even you\n that, not yet, even though you're my most confidential secretary.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. This laissez-faire policy of Taft Bank's\n might explain why she'd been selected from the Treasury Department's", "Orison finished the\nWall Street Journal\nby early afternoon. A\n page came up a moment later with fresh reading-matter: a copy of\n yesterday's", "Orison closed her eyes, leaning back into Dink's arms, listening to\n the music that seemed on the outermost edge of her hearing. Wildness,", "Orison was blinded by the lights, brilliant as noonday sun. The room\n extended through the entire seventh floor, its windows boarded shut,", "jacket, were enough to assure Orison that the Taft Bank was a curious\n bank indeed. \"I gotta say, chick, these references of yours really", "\"I'll hold my breath,\" Orison promised. \"The elevator is just behind\n you. Push a button, will you? And\nbon voyage\n.\"", "The First Vice-President of the William Howard Taft National Bank and\n Trust Company, the gentleman to whom Miss Orison McCall was applying", "\"What is this?\" Orison demanded. \"Visiting-day at the zoo?\" She paused\n and shook her head. \"Excuse me, sir,\" she said. \"It's just that ...\n Vingt thing....\"", "At ten o'clock the next morning, reading page four of the current\nWall Street Journal\n, Orison was interrupted by the click of a pair", "Orison folded the paper and put it in the \"Out\" basket. Someone would\n be here in a moment with something new to read. She'd best get going.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Orison said. \"While you're here, Mr. Wanji, I'd like to\n ask you about my withholding tax, social security, credit union,", "\"I've always been terrified of them,\" Orison said. \"When I was a little\n girl, I had to stay upstairs all day one Sunday because there was a" ] ]

[ "Which is the least likely reason for not circulating The Bell Curve in galleys?", "What was the basic purpose of The Bell Curve?", "Which wouldn't the author use to describe Herrnstein and Murray?", "What is the problem with using IQ to predict economic success?", "What do Herrnstein and Murray want you to believe?" ]

[ [ "by the time people could intelligently criticize it, it was nearly too late", "it made people more excited to read it when it did come out", "it gave little time for people to check the facts", "there wasn't enough time between the galley publication and the official publication" ], [ "to show that our government really can't help poor people become more successful", "to get people to stop believing in IQ tests", "to explain how to improve peoples' intelligence", "to help people learn how to improve their social status" ], [ "overgeneralizing", "strategic", "manipulative", "unbiased" ], [ "IQ tests are not aimed at people of all races", "IQ tests are impacted by the amount of education a person has had", "IQ tests aren't all the same, so it's not a fair control", "IQ tests only test inherited intelligence" ], [ "be happy with your current status - it's where you're going to stay", "the government should put more money into closing the socio-economic gap", "people of all races should be treated equally", "if you work hard enough, you can do anything" ] ]

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[ [ "Charles Murray is a publicity genius, and the publication of his and Richard Herrnstein's book, The Bell Curve: Intelligence and Class Structure in American Life , in the fall of 1994 was his masterpiece.", "The Bell Curve isn't a typical work of trade", "The Bell Curve 's air of strict scientism doesn't preclude", "criticism of The Bell Curve began to appear, in tiny", "and public health. The Bell Curve refers in passing to", "by rumor. Readers who accept The Bell Curve as tough-minded", "). The data in The Bell Curve are consistently massaged", "Murray himself (Herrnstein had died very recently), just before publication.", "The Bell Curve is a relentless brief for the conservative", "of The Bell Curve on policies that might be able", "But by now the statistics have been gone over by professionals, who have come up with different results. 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[ "In Chapter one, what is the significance of describing Mr. Taylor as not having aged much? \n", "Who is Teena and what role does she play in Chapter one and chapter two?\n", "What is the Geiger counter and how exactly is it used in the present chapters? \n", "What dream does Eddie have and why is it significant? \n", "How does Eddie’s interest in radioactivity affect the story’s plot? \n", "Why doesn’t Eddie act excited about Teena going prospecting with him? \n", "Why did Eddie’s mother forget to make dinner? \n", "What is the significance of describing Mr. Ross as a funny person? \n", "How many times does Eddie go over to Teena’s house? What is the common thread, or reason, for Eddie going over there? \n", "How does Teena find out about radioactivity? \n" ]

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[ [ "Mr. Taylor opened the door. He was a big\n man, broad-shouldered and still thin-waisted.\n Eddie found it easy to believe the stories he", "If there had been even the slightest doubt\n in Eddie’s mind about something being\n wrong, it vanished now. Mr. Taylor looked", "“That’s unlikely, son,” Mr. Taylor said.\n “Believe me, it was no common theft. Nor", "had heard about his father being an outstanding\n football player in his time. Even his glasses\n and the gray hair at his temples didn’t add\n much age, although Eddie knew it had been", "“I guess not, dear,” Mrs. Taylor said, smiling\n over his hasty retreat. “What are you going\n to do?”\n\n\n “Think I’ll do a little prospecting,” Eddie\n said.", "years older than he had that very morning.\n Worry lay deep in his eyes. He fumbled\n thoughtfully with a pencil, turning it end over\n end on his desk.", "“They’ve got it pretty straight, at that,” Mr.\n Taylor said, “but I’m afraid this is going to\n stir up quite a bit of trouble.”", "Mr. Taylor leaned back. “Quite a bit’s\n wrong, Eddie,” he said, “and I guess there’s\n no reason why I shouldn’t tell you. It’ll be in\n the evening papers, anyway.”", "He took the newspaper to his father to read\n first. After having finished, Mr. Taylor handed\n the paper to Eddie and leaned back thoughtfully\n in his chair.\n\n28", "and full of fun, but tonight his face seemed\n unusually drawn and sober. He stepped to the\n table, leaned over, and gave both Teena and\n Mrs. Ross a kiss on the cheek.", "was open. Eddie went through the dining\n room and glanced into the den. His father\n sat stiffly behind his homemade desk, talking\n rapidly into the telephone. Eddie caught only", "“Well,” Mr. Taylor added, excusing himself\n from the table, “I’d better be getting over\n to school. I’m expecting to receive shipment\n of a new radioisotope today.”", "or two, he was fairly safe. During the summer\n months his freckles got so thick and dark that\n it would take a magnifying glass to detect any", "“Well, now, that’s a tough question, son.\n I can’t say that I really do. Still, one clue is", "Atom Mystery\n11\nCHAPTER ONE\nIt was only a dream. Eddie Taylor would like\n to have finished it, but the bar of morning sunlight", "“What’s for dinner, Mom?” he asked.\n\n\n Mrs. Taylor turned from the sink. Eddie\n knew at once, just seeing the expression on\n his mother’s face, that something was wrong.", "small smudges of dirt hiding among them. He\n plastered some water on his dark-red hair,\n pushed a comb through it, and shrugged as it\n snapped back almost to its original position.", "“Not so good,” Teena’s father said tiredly.\n “In fact, not good at all.”\n\n\n Problems. It seemed that everyone had\n problems, Eddie thought, as he started to\n leave.", "“Oh, hello, Mr. Ross,” Eddie said, turning\n around and standing up. “I didn’t hear you\n come in.”\n\n44", "Teena’s father was a medium-sized man\n with light-brown hair which was getting somewhat\n thin on top. He was usually quite cheerful" ], [ "Teena answered his knock.\n\n\n “Come on in, Eddie,” she invited, seeming\n surprised to see him. “Mother and I are just\n finishing dinner.”", "Christina Ross—whom everybody called\n Teena—lived at the far end of the block.\n Eddie went around to the side door of the\n light-green stucco house and knocked.", "“Oh, guess I’ll stop by and see if Teena\n wants to go,” Eddie answered casually. He\n tried to make it sound as though he would", "“I know,” Teena spoke up quickly. “It’s\n because we’re friends, that’s why.”\n\n21", "“Oh, hi, Eddie,” Teena greeted him, appearing\n at the screen door. “I was hoping\n you’d come over.”", "be doing Teena Ross a big favor. After all,\n she was only a girl. Eddie didn’t figure a girl\n would make a very good uranium prospecting", "“Not so good,” Teena’s father said tiredly.\n “In fact, not good at all.”\n\n\n Problems. It seemed that everyone had\n problems, Eddie thought, as he started to\n leave.", "“Hello, Eddie,” Mrs. Ross said, coming into\n the kitchen. “Looks like Teena put you to\n work.”", "“Well, I certainly do hope everything works\n out all right,” Teena’s mother said.\n\n\n “So do I,” Teena agreed.", "“Oh, I’d love to go,” Teena said eagerly,\n “but I’m just finishing the dishes. Come on\n in.”\n\n\n “I’m in kind of a hurry.”", "“It’s all right with me,” Teena agreed,\n plucking foxtails from Sandy’s ears. “Pretty\n hot, anyway. Let’s eat our sandwiches and go\n back home.”", "Teena’s father was a medium-sized man\n with light-brown hair which was getting somewhat\n thin on top. He was usually quite cheerful", "Teena smiled. “A dream sure isn’t much to\n go on,” she said, “but they say it’s pretty out on", "Eddie went inside and followed Teena to\n the kitchen. He felt triumphant about the\n sandwiches.\n\n\n Teena tossed him a dish towel. “You dry\n them,” she said.", "“Out of control is right,” Teena said.\n\n38", "“How could anyone miss it?” Teena said.\n “Right on the front page.”\n\n\n “I suppose your father is quite concerned\n over it,” Teena’s mother said.", "“Oh, yes, it’s fun, Mother,” Teena replied,\n wrapping wax paper around a sandwich.\n “Guess I’m ready. I’ve got a bone for Sandy,\n too.”", "and full of fun, but tonight his face seemed\n unusually drawn and sober. He stepped to the\n table, leaned over, and gave both Teena and\n Mrs. Ross a kiss on the cheek.", "It was a balmy evening. On such evenings,\n he and Teena sometimes walked along the\n beach barefoot, collecting sea shells. Today\n Eddie had no desire to do that. He ran down\n the block.", "“All right,” Eddie said. “You know, one of\n these days I’d like to go out to Cedar Point\n and scout around. Maybe we’ll find something\n there.” Then he told Teena about his dream." ], [ "switched on the Geiger counter. The needle\n of the dial on the black box wavered slightly.\n A slow clicking came through the earphones,\n but Eddie knew these indicated no more than", "“Anything else, Mom?” he asked, returning\n to the house and getting the Geiger counter\n out of the closet. He edged toward the back\n door before his mother had much time to\n think of something more for him to do.", "“Be right there,” Eddie said. Then, remembering\n the dream, he added, “Oh, Dad, is it\n all right if I use the Geiger counter today?”", "was always a mild background count when\n the Geiger counter was turned on; but to\n mean anything, the needle had to jump far\n ahead on the gauge, and the clicking through", "“You may use the Geiger counter any time\n you want, Eddie,” Mr. Taylor said, “as long as\n you take good care of it. You figured out where\n you can find some uranium ore?”", "Eddie smiled sheepishly. “I—I had a\n dream,” he said. “Plain as day. It was out on\n Cedar Point. I was walking along over some\n rocks. Suddenly the Geiger counter began\n clicking like everything.”", "“Well, I—I just happened to be going by,”\n Eddie said. “Thought you might want to\n watch me do a little prospecting with the Geiger\n counter. But maybe you’re too busy.”", "24\n\n After putting Sandy on his long chain and\n filling his water dish, Eddie went in the back\n door. He put the Geiger counter in the closet\n and went into the kitchen.", "“And Geiger counter?” Eddie asked\n eagerly.", "“Another prospecting trip?” Teena’s\n mother glanced at the Geiger counter which\n Eddie had set carefully on the dinette table.", "“Don’t go too far out from town,” Mrs.\n Ross cautioned, as Eddie picked up the Geiger\n counter. “And stick near the main roads.\n You know the rules.”", "“I’ll say they’re dangerous,” Eddie said.\n “But the whole pile is covered by a shield of\n concrete about eight feet thick. That keeps the\n rays from getting out and injuring the workmen.”", "“It takes a lot to stop radioactive atomic\n particles,” Eddie explained. “Especially the\n gamma rays. They’re the fastest and most dangerous,", "“That’s entirely possible,” his father said.\n “In fact, it’s the only logical explanation I can\n think of. People simply don’t go around stealing\n radioactive isotopes without a mighty important\n reason.”", "27\nCHAPTER TWO\nAt the moment, Eddie didn’t pry for further\n information on the theft of the valuable radioactive", "“I’ve seen them do it,” Eddie said proudly,\n then added, “from behind a protective shield,\n of course. When the material has soaked up\n enough radiation, they pull it back out. They\n say it’s ‘cooked.’”", "“So that’s what a radioisotope is,” Mrs. Ross\n said. “It’s like a sponge. Only instead of soaking\n up water, it soaks up radiation.”\n\n41", "a normal background count. There were slight\n traces of radioactivity in almost all earth or\n rocks. It was in the air itself, caused by mysterious\n and ever-present cosmic rays, so there", "around in between the bricks are small\n bits of uranium. Uranium atoms are radioactive.\n That is, they keep splitting up and sending\n out rays.”", "“Wouldn’t think of leaving it home,” his\n father said, smiling. “By the way, I put new\n batteries in it the other day. Take it easy on\n them. Remember to switch it off when you’re\n not actually using it.”" ], [ "“All right,” Eddie said. “You know, one of\n these days I’d like to go out to Cedar Point\n and scout around. Maybe we’ll find something\n there.” Then he told Teena about his dream.", "Eddie smiled sheepishly. “I—I had a\n dream,” he said. “Plain as day. It was out on\n Cedar Point. I was walking along over some\n rocks. Suddenly the Geiger counter began\n clicking like everything.”", "poking in under the window shade pried\n his eyes open. The dream fled. Eddie kicked\n off the sheet, swung his feet to the floor, and\n groped under the bed for his tennis shoes.", "“Be right there,” Eddie said. Then, remembering\n the dream, he added, “Oh, Dad, is it\n all right if I use the Geiger counter today?”", "He heard his father’s heavy footsteps in the\n hallway. They stopped outside of his bedroom\n door.\n\n\n “You awake, Eddie?”\n\n\n “I’m awake, Dad,” Eddie answered.", "“Dad,” Eddie said anxiously, “what—what’s\n the matter?”\n\n\n “It shows that much, does it, son?” his\n father said tiredly.", "“I remember,” Eddie said. “Did it come?”\n\n\n “It did—and it didn’t,” his father said.\n\n\n “What does that mean, Dad?” Eddie asked,\n puzzled.", "If there had been even the slightest doubt\n in Eddie’s mind about something being\n wrong, it vanished now. Mr. Taylor looked", "was open. Eddie went through the dining\n room and glanced into the den. His father\n sat stiffly behind his homemade desk, talking\n rapidly into the telephone. Eddie caught only", "Then Eddie heard the sound of his father’s\n voice coming from the den. There was a\n strange urgent tone in it. The door to the den", "Eddie pulled on his trousers and T shirt\n and went into the bathroom. He washed hurriedly,\n knowing that even if he missed a spot", "the last few sketchy words. Then his father\n placed the telephone in its cradle, glanced up,\n and saw Eddie.", "on a recent birthday. Then Eddie said good-by\n and went on down the street toward his\n own home.", "It was a balmy evening. On such evenings,\n he and Teena sometimes walked along the\n beach barefoot, collecting sea shells. Today\n Eddie had no desire to do that. He ran down\n the block.", "“Dad didn’t say exactly,” Eddie answered,\n “except he did say that if whoever took it\n didn’t know what he was doing and opened up", "Mr. Taylor opened the door. He was a big\n man, broad-shouldered and still thin-waisted.\n Eddie found it easy to believe the stories he", "24\n\n After putting Sandy on his long chain and\n filling his water dish, Eddie went in the back\n door. He put the Geiger counter in the closet\n and went into the kitchen.", "“Not so good,” Teena’s father said tiredly.\n “In fact, not good at all.”\n\n\n Problems. It seemed that everyone had\n problems, Eddie thought, as he started to\n leave.", "“It wasn’t your fault, was it, Dad?” Eddie\n defended.", "Eddie knew she was right. They were\n friends—good friends. They had been ever\n since Eddie’s family had moved to Oceanview" ], [ "27\nCHAPTER TWO\nAt the moment, Eddie didn’t pry for further\n information on the theft of the valuable radioactive", "Eddie smiled sheepishly. “I—I had a\n dream,” he said. “Plain as day. It was out on\n Cedar Point. I was walking along over some\n rocks. Suddenly the Geiger counter began\n clicking like everything.”", "The very word excited Eddie. In fact, anything\n having to do with atomic science\n excited him. He knew something about\n isotopes—pronounced", "“The radioisotope was stolen, Eddie,” his\n father said slowly. “Stolen right out from\n under our noses!”", "“It takes a lot to stop radioactive atomic\n particles,” Eddie explained. “Especially the\n gamma rays. They’re the fastest and most dangerous,", "“Power?” Eddie said. “Boy, it must have\n been a strong isotope.” He knew that the\n strength of radioisotopes could be controlled", "“Be right there,” Eddie said. Then, remembering\n the dream, he added, “Oh, Dad, is it\n all right if I use the Geiger counter today?”", "from prying deeper into the subject of the\n radioisotope. Much of his father’s work at\n Oceanview College was of a secret nature.\n Eddie had learned not to ask questions about", "along the way. Eddie knew that a radioisotope\n was a material which had been “cooked” in an\n atomic reactor until it was “hot” with radioactivity.", "“Well,” Eddie said slowly, “it’s not easy to\n explain, but I’ll try. You know how rare\n uranium is. There’s not nearly enough of it to", "32\n\n “I don’t see what anyone would want with\n a radioisotope,” Eddie said. “Maybe they figured\n there was something else inside of that\n lead capsule.”", "switched on the Geiger counter. The needle\n of the dial on the black box wavered slightly.\n A slow clicking came through the earphones,\n but Eddie knew these indicated no more than", "“I’ll say they’re dangerous,” Eddie said.\n “But the whole pile is covered by a shield of\n concrete about eight feet thick. That keeps the\n rays from getting out and injuring the workmen.”", "“Well, I—I just happened to be going by,”\n Eddie said. “Thought you might want to\n watch me do a little prospecting with the Geiger\n counter. But maybe you’re too busy.”", "“Well, with all of the splitting up and moving\n around of the uranium atoms,” Eddie went\n on, “an awful lot of heat builds up. If they", "“That’s right, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie agreed.\n “People should talk more and read more about\n it. After all, this is an atomic age. We might as", "“I’ve seen them do it,” Eddie said proudly,\n then added, “from behind a protective shield,\n of course. When the material has soaked up\n enough radiation, they pull it back out. They\n say it’s ‘cooked.’”", "Eddie nodded. It was even more serious\n than its threat of danger to anyone who\n handled it carelessly. It was a new isotope—a", "“Well, the reactor is about four stories\n high,” Eddie went on. “They call it a uranium", "“Oh, yes,” Eddie affirmed. “He was the one\n who ordered the isotope.”\n\n\n “What’s an isotope?” Teena asked." ], [ "“I guess not, dear,” Mrs. Taylor said, smiling\n over his hasty retreat. “What are you going\n to do?”\n\n\n “Think I’ll do a little prospecting,” Eddie\n said.", "“Oh, guess I’ll stop by and see if Teena\n wants to go,” Eddie answered casually. He\n tried to make it sound as though he would", "be doing Teena Ross a big favor. After all,\n she was only a girl. Eddie didn’t figure a girl\n would make a very good uranium prospecting", "There was none of that today. After they\n had hiked and searched most of the forenoon,\n Eddie said, “We might as well call it a day,\n Teena. Doesn’t seem to be anything out here.”", "“All right,” Eddie said. “You know, one of\n these days I’d like to go out to Cedar Point\n and scout around. Maybe we’ll find something\n there.” Then he told Teena about his dream.", "“Oh, hi, Eddie,” Teena greeted him, appearing\n at the screen door. “I was hoping\n you’d come over.”", "That’s how to handle it, Eddie thought.\n Don’t act anxious. Let Teena be anxious.\n Then maybe she’ll even offer to bring along\n a couple of sandwiches or some fruit.", "“Not so good,” Teena’s father said tiredly.\n “In fact, not good at all.”\n\n\n Problems. It seemed that everyone had\n problems, Eddie thought, as he started to\n leave.", "“Oh, I don’t really mind, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie\n said. “Besides, Teena’s making sandwiches to\n take with us.”", "Teena answered his knock.\n\n\n “Come on in, Eddie,” she invited, seeming\n surprised to see him. “Mother and I are just\n finishing dinner.”", "“Another prospecting trip?” Teena’s\n mother glanced at the Geiger counter which\n Eddie had set carefully on the dinette table.", "“Boy, that sounds dangerous,” Teena said.\n\n\n “Well, they know just how to do it,” Eddie\n replied.", "“Well, I—I just happened to be going by,”\n Eddie said. “Thought you might want to\n watch me do a little prospecting with the Geiger\n counter. But maybe you’re too busy.”", "It was a balmy evening. On such evenings,\n he and Teena sometimes walked along the\n beach barefoot, collecting sea shells. Today\n Eddie had no desire to do that. He ran down\n the block.", "Eddie went inside and followed Teena to\n the kitchen. He felt triumphant about the\n sandwiches.\n\n\n Teena tossed him a dish towel. “You dry\n them,” she said.", "Teena smiled. “A dream sure isn’t much to\n go on,” she said, “but they say it’s pretty out on", "“Hello, son,” he said. He didn’t even ask\n whether Eddie had discovered any uranium\n ore that day. Always before, he had shown\n genuine interest in Eddie’s prospecting trips.", "Mrs. Ross smiled. “I guess you’re right,\n Eddie,” she said, “but I wouldn’t quite know\n how to go about feeding an atom.”\n\n\n “Or greasing one,” Teena added.", "“Hello, Eddie,” Mrs. Ross said, coming into\n the kitchen. “Looks like Teena put you to\n work.”", "“Eddie was telling us about atoms,” Teena’s\n mother said. “Did you know there were three\n million billion of them in a period?”" ], [ "“Dinner?” his mother said absently. “It’s\n not quite four o’clock yet, Eddie. Besides,\n dinner may be a little late today.”", "“What’s for dinner, Mom?” he asked.\n\n\n Mrs. Taylor turned from the sink. Eddie\n knew at once, just seeing the expression on\n his mother’s face, that something was wrong.", "Teena answered his knock.\n\n\n “Come on in, Eddie,” she invited, seeming\n surprised to see him. “Mother and I are just\n finishing dinner.”", "34\n\n “Dinner’s ready,” Eddie’s mother called\n from the kitchen.", "“She always does, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie said,\n pretending great injury. “Don’t know why I\n keep coming over here.”", "During dinner Eddie wasn’t sure just what\n he was eating. The idea of spies stealing atomic\n materials kept building up in his mind. By the", "“Hello, Eddie,” Mrs. Ross said, coming into\n the kitchen. “Looks like Teena put you to\n work.”", "was open. Eddie went through the dining\n room and glanced into the den. His father\n sat stiffly behind his homemade desk, talking\n rapidly into the telephone. Eddie caught only", "“I will,” Eddie promised. He had forgotten\n several times before, weakening the batteries.\n\n17", "“I guess not, dear,” Mrs. Taylor said, smiling\n over his hasty retreat. “What are you going\n to do?”\n\n\n “Think I’ll do a little prospecting,” Eddie\n said.", "“I remember,” Eddie said. “Did it come?”\n\n\n “It did—and it didn’t,” his father said.\n\n\n “What does that mean, Dad?” Eddie asked,\n puzzled.", "“Hi, Mom,” Eddie said. “Gotta hurry. Big\n day today.”", "“Good evening, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie said. “I—I\n hope I’m not making a pest of myself.” He", "“You’re never a pest, Eddie,” Mrs. Ross assured\n him. “I was going to call your mother in\n a little while about that newspaper write-up.”\n\n\n “Oh, you read it?” Eddie said.", "“Dad,” Eddie said anxiously, “what—what’s\n the matter?”\n\n\n “It shows that much, does it, son?” his\n father said tiredly.", "Then Eddie heard the sound of his father’s\n voice coming from the den. There was a\n strange urgent tone in it. The door to the den", "“Oh, guess I’ll stop by and see if Teena\n wants to go,” Eddie answered casually. He\n tried to make it sound as though he would", "It was a balmy evening. On such evenings,\n he and Teena sometimes walked along the\n beach barefoot, collecting sea shells. Today\n Eddie had no desire to do that. He ran down\n the block.", "“Oh, I figured you’d be through by now,”\n Eddie apologized, following her inside.\n\n35", "Eddie glanced at the kitchen clock. “Oh,\n boy,” he said, “I’d better be heading back\n home. I didn’t mean to come over here and\n talk so long.”" ], [ "“How many in a comma?” Mr. Ross said to\n Eddie, then added quickly, “forget it, Eddie.\n It wasn’t very funny. I—I’m afraid I don’t feel\n very funny tonight.”", "and full of fun, but tonight his face seemed\n unusually drawn and sober. He stepped to the\n table, leaned over, and gave both Teena and\n Mrs. Ross a kiss on the cheek.", "“Oh, hello, Mr. Ross,” Eddie said, turning\n around and standing up. “I didn’t hear you\n come in.”\n\n44", "“Good evening, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie said. “I—I\n hope I’m not making a pest of myself.” He", "“My goodness, it is a serious matter, isn’t\n it?” Mrs. Ross said.\n\n42", "40\n\n “My, that’s interesting, Eddie,” Mrs. Ross\n said.", "“She always does, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie said,\n pretending great injury. “Don’t know why I\n keep coming over here.”", "“You’re never a pest, Eddie,” Mrs. Ross assured\n him. “I was going to call your mother in\n a little while about that newspaper write-up.”\n\n\n “Oh, you read it?” Eddie said.", "Mrs. Ross smiled. “I guess you’re right,\n Eddie,” she said, “but I wouldn’t quite know\n how to go about feeding an atom.”\n\n\n “Or greasing one,” Teena added.", "Mr. Taylor opened the door. He was a big\n man, broad-shouldered and still thin-waisted.\n Eddie found it easy to believe the stories he", "“I agree,” Mrs. Ross said. “But even if you\n don’t find it, you both seem to enjoy your\n hikes.”\n\n22", "Teena’s father was a medium-sized man\n with light-brown hair which was getting somewhat\n thin on top. He was usually quite cheerful", "“We’ve driven by it,” Mrs. Ross said. “My,\n it’s a big place.”", "“That’s right, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie agreed.\n “People should talk more and read more about\n it. After all, this is an atomic age. We might as", "“We sure do, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie assured\n her. “And we’ll be back early.”", "“Sit down, dear,” Mrs. Ross said. “I’ll warm\n your dinner. You didn’t sound very cheerful\n when you called to say you would be late. How\n did everything go at the plant today?”", "looked around for Mr. Ross, but Teena’s\n father apparently hadn’t arrived home from\n Acme Aircraft yet. There wasn’t a place set for\n him at the table, either.", "“Oh, we’re glad you did, Eddie,” Mrs. Ross\n said. “I’m afraid too few of us know anything\n about this atom business.”\n\n43", "be doing Teena Ross a big favor. After all,\n she was only a girl. Eddie didn’t figure a girl\n would make a very good uranium prospecting", "Christina Ross—whom everybody called\n Teena—lived at the far end of the block.\n Eddie went around to the side door of the\n light-green stucco house and knocked." ], [ "“Oh, guess I’ll stop by and see if Teena\n wants to go,” Eddie answered casually. He\n tried to make it sound as though he would", "“Oh, hi, Eddie,” Teena greeted him, appearing\n at the screen door. “I was hoping\n you’d come over.”", "Christina Ross—whom everybody called\n Teena—lived at the far end of the block.\n Eddie went around to the side door of the\n light-green stucco house and knocked.", "Teena answered his knock.\n\n\n “Come on in, Eddie,” she invited, seeming\n surprised to see him. “Mother and I are just\n finishing dinner.”", "“All right,” Eddie said. “You know, one of\n these days I’d like to go out to Cedar Point\n and scout around. Maybe we’ll find something\n there.” Then he told Teena about his dream.", "It was a balmy evening. On such evenings,\n he and Teena sometimes walked along the\n beach barefoot, collecting sea shells. Today\n Eddie had no desire to do that. He ran down\n the block.", "“Not so good,” Teena’s father said tiredly.\n “In fact, not good at all.”\n\n\n Problems. It seemed that everyone had\n problems, Eddie thought, as he started to\n leave.", "Eddie went inside and followed Teena to\n the kitchen. He felt triumphant about the\n sandwiches.\n\n\n Teena tossed him a dish towel. “You dry\n them,” she said.", "“She always does, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie said,\n pretending great injury. “Don’t know why I\n keep coming over here.”", "“Eddie was telling us about atoms,” Teena’s\n mother said. “Did you know there were three\n million billion of them in a period?”", "“Hello, Eddie,” Mrs. Ross said, coming into\n the kitchen. “Looks like Teena put you to\n work.”", "That’s how to handle it, Eddie thought.\n Don’t act anxious. Let Teena be anxious.\n Then maybe she’ll even offer to bring along\n a couple of sandwiches or some fruit.", "Eddie knew she was right. They were\n friends—good friends. They had been ever\n since Eddie’s family had moved to Oceanview", "be doing Teena Ross a big favor. After all,\n she was only a girl. Eddie didn’t figure a girl\n would make a very good uranium prospecting", "“Boy, that sounds dangerous,” Teena said.\n\n\n “Well, they know just how to do it,” Eddie\n replied.", "“Oh, I don’t really mind, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie\n said. “Besides, Teena’s making sandwiches to\n take with us.”", "There was none of that today. After they\n had hiked and searched most of the forenoon,\n Eddie said, “We might as well call it a day,\n Teena. Doesn’t seem to be anything out here.”", "on a recent birthday. Then Eddie said good-by\n and went on down the street toward his\n own home.", "was open. Eddie went through the dining\n room and glanced into the den. His father\n sat stiffly behind his homemade desk, talking\n rapidly into the telephone. Eddie caught only", "He heard his father’s heavy footsteps in the\n hallway. They stopped outside of his bedroom\n door.\n\n\n “You awake, Eddie?”\n\n\n “I’m awake, Dad,” Eddie answered." ], [ "“Another prospecting trip?” Teena’s\n mother glanced at the Geiger counter which\n Eddie had set carefully on the dinette table.", "39\n\n “I wouldn’t want to work around a place\n where I might get shot at by—by dangerous\n rays you can’t even see,” Teena said.", "“Eddie was telling us about atoms,” Teena’s\n mother said. “Did you know there were three\n million billion of them in a period?”", "“Oh, yes,” Eddie affirmed. “He was the one\n who ordered the isotope.”\n\n\n “What’s an isotope?” Teena asked.", "be doing Teena Ross a big favor. After all,\n she was only a girl. Eddie didn’t figure a girl\n would make a very good uranium prospecting", "“I’ll say,” Eddie agreed. “Of course, only\n one building holds the reactor itself. It’s the\n biggest building near the center.”\n\n\n “I remember it,” Teena said.", "Teena answered his knock.\n\n\n “Come on in, Eddie,” she invited, seeming\n surprised to see him. “Mother and I are just\n finishing dinner.”", "Eddie smiled sheepishly. “I—I had a\n dream,” he said. “Plain as day. It was out on\n Cedar Point. I was walking along over some\n rocks. Suddenly the Geiger counter began\n clicking like everything.”", "switched on the Geiger counter. The needle\n of the dial on the black box wavered slightly.\n A slow clicking came through the earphones,\n but Eddie knew these indicated no more than", "“So that’s what a radioisotope is,” Mrs. Ross\n said. “It’s like a sponge. Only instead of soaking\n up water, it soaks up radiation.”\n\n41", "“Anything else, Mom?” he asked, returning\n to the house and getting the Geiger counter\n out of the closet. He edged toward the back\n door before his mother had much time to\n think of something more for him to do.", "“How could anyone miss it?” Teena said.\n “Right on the front page.”\n\n\n “I suppose your father is quite concerned\n over it,” Teena’s mother said.", "and his father had become head of the college’s\n atomic-science department. In fact, their\n parents were close friends, also. Teena’s father\n was chief engineer for the Acme Aviation", "around in between the bricks are small\n bits of uranium. Uranium atoms are radioactive.\n That is, they keep splitting up and sending\n out rays.”", "27\nCHAPTER TWO\nAt the moment, Eddie didn’t pry for further\n information on the theft of the valuable radioactive", "“I’ve seen them do it,” Eddie said proudly,\n then added, “from behind a protective shield,\n of course. When the material has soaked up\n enough radiation, they pull it back out. They\n say it’s ‘cooked.’”", "“Oh, guess I’ll stop by and see if Teena\n wants to go,” Eddie answered casually. He\n tried to make it sound as though he would", "from prying deeper into the subject of the\n radioisotope. Much of his father’s work at\n Oceanview College was of a secret nature.\n Eddie had learned not to ask questions about", "Mrs. Ross smiled. “I guess you’re right,\n Eddie,” she said, “but I wouldn’t quite know\n how to go about feeding an atom.”\n\n\n “Or greasing one,” Teena added.", "“Boy, that sounds dangerous,” Teena said.\n\n\n “Well, they know just how to do it,” Eddie\n replied." ] ]

[ "What is Sandra reporting on? \n", "What role does Doc play in conjunction with Sandra? \n", "What is the significance of the players’ names? \n", "How does Sandra meet the chess players? \n", "Who is putting on the chess tournament? Why?\n", "What is the significance of Sandra persuading her paper into letting her write human interest stories? How does this affect the text’s composition?\n", "Which mode of exposition affects the story’s plot?\n", "According to the story, which famous writers have written about chess in the past? \n" ]

[ [ "A chess tournament where the old master, Krakatower, will be present. \n", "A chess-playing machine that is able to beat humans. \n", "A chess tournament where many chess masters will be present.\n", "A chess tournament where for the very first time a machine will be taught to play.\n" ], [ "He explains to Sandra that living human personality is key for beating the machine. \n", "He shows Sandra around the tournament. \n", "He explains to Sandra how the chess machine works and what the significance of each human chess player is. \n", "He explains the history of chess scandals to Sandra. \n" ], [ "The players’ names correspond with which countries won World War II \n", "The players’ names represent how chess rivals reflect political rivals. \n", "The players’ names signify the level of competence each chess master has, with American names being the most competent.\n", "The players’ names correspond with what country has the most chess mastery, with Russian names hold the utmost interest.\n" ], [ "Doc explains that she can use her tournament program to meet whichever player she wishes. \n", "Doc tells her their chess history and introduces her to them as they pass by. \n", "She uses her female charm to interest each player in an interview.\n", "She interviews each player in accordance with who Doc is friends with, save for Dr. Krakatower. \n" ], [ "WBM—to test the efficacy of their machine. \n", "Dr. Krakatower—to beat WBM’s chess ma Co own once and for all. \n", "WBM—to being down Russia’s chess mastery. \n", "WBM—to test the accuracy of their chess machine’s emotional programming. \n" ], [ "The human interest stories—i.e., Sandra’s interviews—provide the story’s central irony. The fact that humans cannot defeat the machine shows that the real interest is not human, but robotic.\n", "The human interest stories provide a structure for the story to sit on. As she watches each player challenge the machine, it becomes more and more apparent that human personality cannot win. \n", "-The human interest stories provide a structure for the story to sit on. As Doc introduces her to each chess player, their backstories help to unpack the significance of the chess tournament. \n", "The human interest stories—i.e., Sandra’s interviews—provide a red herring for the story’s central goal, which is to hide the fact of Dr. Krakatower’s ability to beat the WBM machine. \n" ], [ "The story uses the Doc character to help paint a portrait of what Sandra cannot understand. Namely, the world of chess. \n", "The story uses the chess player characters to help paint a portrait of what Sandra cannot understand. Namely, chess. \n", "The story uses Doc to hide the presence of Dr. Krakatower, the Frenchman responsible for defeating the WBM machines. \n", "The story uses the machine’s astonishing capabilities to distract from the true interest of the story: the human intellect’s ability to conquer computers. \n" ], [ "Doc and Sandra. \n", "Ambrose Bierce and Edgar Allen Poe. \n", "Sandra and Dr. Krakatower. \n", "Edgar Allen Poe and Sandra. \n" ] ]

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[ [ "this assignment completely and now she had it laid out cold. For the\n umpteenth time in her career Sandra shied away from the guilty thought\n that she wasn't a writer at all or even a reporter, she just used", "Sandra briefly told him her story and her predicament. By the time they\n were served, Doc had absorbed the one and assessed the other.", "Doc spoke his piece for Sandra.", "\"You're durn tootin' she would!\" Sandra replied in a rush, and then\n looked down apprehensively at the person who had read her thoughts.", "Her last assignment had been to interview the pilot pair riding the\n first American manned circum-lunar satellite—and the five alternate\n pairs who hadn't made the flight. This tournament hall seemed to Sandra", "While Sandra arranged for an interview with Jandorf after the day's\n playing session, Doc reordered his coffee.", "Sandra's chief difficulty was that she knew absolutely nothing about\n the game of chess—a point that she had slid over in conferring with\n the powers at the", "\"Cripes, Doc, they all sound like they were Russians,\" Sandra said\n after a bit. \"Except this Willie Angler. Oh, he's the boy wonder,\n isn't he?\"", "\"That'd go fine.\" Sandra leaned back. \"Confidentially, Doc, I was\n having trouble swallowing ... well, just about everything here.\"", "\"You know, Doc,\" Sandra said, \"I'm a dog to suggest this, but what\n if this whole thing were a big fake? What if Simon Great were really", "\"Oh yes,\" Sandra assured him, \"but there are some other questions I\n very much want to ask you, Mr. Jandorf.\"", "While Doc chattered happily on about chess-playing robots and chess\n stories, Sandra found herself thinking about him. A writer of some sort", "\"I know you haven't the time now, Master Angler,\" Sandra said rapidly,\n \"but if after the playing session you could grant me—\"", "Four men were crossing the center of the hall, which was clearing,\n toward the tables at the other end. Doubtless they just happened to be\n going two by two in close formation, but it gave Sandra the feeling of", "\"And Grabo?\" Sandra pressed, suppressing a smile at the intensity of\n Doc's animosity.", "Sandra started to hunt through her pocketbook, but just then two lists\n of names lit up on the big electric scoreboard.\nTHE PLAYERS\nWilliam Angler, USA\n\n Bela Grabo, Hungary", "Sandra grinned and nodded. Doc's ability to interpret her mind was as\n comforting as the bubbly, mildly astringent mixture she was sipping.", "She turned back quickly with a smile and a nod.\n\n\n \"I should tell you, Igor,\" Doc continued, \"that Miss Grayling\n represents a large and influential Midwestern newspaper. Perhaps you\n have a message for her readers.\"", "\"Okay, lead on,\" Sandra said. \"You're the doctor.\"\n\n\n \"Doctor?\" He smiled widely. \"You know, I like being called that.\"", "Sandra looked with quickening interest at the console of the Machine—a\n bank of keys and some half-dozen panels of rows and rows of tiny" ], [ "Doc spoke his piece for Sandra.", "Sandra briefly told him her story and her predicament. By the time they\n were served, Doc had absorbed the one and assessed the other.", "\"You know, Doc,\" Sandra said, \"I'm a dog to suggest this, but what\n if this whole thing were a big fake? What if Simon Great were really", "Sandra grinned and nodded. Doc's ability to interpret her mind was as\n comforting as the bubbly, mildly astringent mixture she was sipping.", "While Doc chattered happily on about chess-playing robots and chess\n stories, Sandra found herself thinking about him. A writer of some sort", "\"Okay, lead on,\" Sandra said. \"You're the doctor.\"\n\n\n \"Doctor?\" He smiled widely. \"You know, I like being called that.\"", "While Sandra arranged for an interview with Jandorf after the day's\n playing session, Doc reordered his coffee.", "\"Yes, Doc, but....\" Sandra found difficulty in phrasing the question.", "his eyebrows went up, and he made a beeline for Doc. Sandra wondered if\n she should warn him that he was about to be shushed.", "\"Cripes, Doc, they all sound like they were Russians,\" Sandra said\n after a bit. \"Except this Willie Angler. Oh, he's the boy wonder,\n isn't he?\"", "\"And Grabo?\" Sandra pressed, suppressing a smile at the intensity of\n Doc's animosity.", "\"That'd go fine.\" Sandra leaned back. \"Confidentially, Doc, I was\n having trouble swallowing ... well, just about everything here.\"", "\"You're durn tootin' she would!\" Sandra replied in a rush, and then\n looked down apprehensively at the person who had read her thoughts.", "\"Willie!\" Doc said with some asperity. \"Miss Grayling is a journalist.\n She would like to have a statement from you as to how you will play", "Doc's smile became tinged with sad understanding. \"You must excuse\n them, though,\" he said. \"They really get so little recognition or\n recompense. This tournament is an exception. And it takes a great deal\n of ego to play greatly.\"", "\"Exactly!\" Doc beamed at her approvingly. \"The Machine\nis\nlike a", "Doc's eyes grew thoughtful. \"About Bela Grabo (why are three out of\n four Hungarians named Bela?) I will tell you only this: That he is a", "\"Then the name is yours as long as you want it—Doc.\"\nMeanwhile the happy little man had edged them into the first of a small", "Doc and Sandra looked at each other and smiled.\n\n\n \"Chess masters aren't exactly humble people, are they?\" she said.", "Doc frowned. \"True, in a sense.\nThey\nmust feel very sure.... Here\n they are now.\"" ], [ "Sandra started to hunt through her pocketbook, but just then two lists\n of names lit up on the big electric scoreboard.\nTHE PLAYERS\nWilliam Angler, USA\n\n Bela Grabo, Hungary", "\"Then the name is yours as long as you want it—Doc.\"\nMeanwhile the happy little man had edged them into the first of a small", "programming of the Machine. As you know, I have had to fight the\n Players' Committee tooth and nail on all sorts of points about that\n and they have won most of them. I am not permitted to re-program the", "Doc's smile became tinged with sad understanding. \"You must excuse\n them, though,\" he said. \"They really get so little recognition or\n recompense. This tournament is an exception. And it takes a great deal\n of ego to play greatly.\"", "There were signs featuring largely mysterious combinations of letters:\n FIDE, WBM, USCF, USSF, USSR and UNESCO. Sandra felt fairly sure about\n the last three.", "and swing the deal. Only the millionaire's daughter, who is really a\n better player than either of them ... yes, yes! Your Ambrose Bierce", "\"Willie!\" Doc said with some asperity. \"Miss Grayling is a journalist.\n She would like to have a statement from you as to how you will play", "\"The first two are Lysmov and Votbinnik,\" Doc told her. \"It isn't often", "\"Oh no. That's decided by two-player matches—a very long\n business—after elimination tournaments between leading contenders.\n This tournament is a round robin: each player plays one game with every\n other player. That means nine rounds.\"", "\"Cripes, Doc, they all sound like they were Russians,\" Sandra said\n after a bit. \"Except this Willie Angler. Oh, he's the boy wonder,\n isn't he?\"", "On the far wall was a big electric scoreboard and also, above the\n corresponding tables, five large dully glassy chessboards, the White\n squares in light gray, the Black squares in dark.", "Mikhail Votbinnik, USSR\nTournament Director\n: Dr. Jan Vanderhoef\nFIRST ROUND PAIRINGS\nSherevsky vs. Serek\n\n Jal vs. Angler", "\"By no means. That was the trouble with some of the early chess-playing\n machines—they were programmed by scientists. No, Simon Great is a", "Her last assignment had been to interview the pilot pair riding the\n first American manned circum-lunar satellite—and the five alternate\n pairs who hadn't made the flight. This tournament hall seemed to Sandra", "Ivan Jal, USSR\n\n Igor Jandorf, Argentina\n\n Dr. S. Krakatower, France\n\n Vassily Lysmov, USSR", "evidently and a terrific chess buff. Perhaps he was an actual medical\n doctor. She'd read something about two or three coming over with the\n Russian squad. But Doc certainly didn't sound like a Soviet citizen.", "\"I suppose so. So World Business Machines is responsible for this\n tournament?\"\n\n\n \"Correct. Their advertising department is interested in the prestige.\n They want to score a point over their great rival.\"", "Jandorf vs. Votbinnik\n\n Lysmov vs. Krakatower\n\n Grabo vs. Machine", "He would not amplify his statement. Sandra studied the Scoreboard again.\n\n\n \"This Simon Great who's down as programming the Machine. He's a famous\n physicist, I suppose?\"", "Four men were crossing the center of the hall, which was clearing,\n toward the tables at the other end. Doubtless they just happened to be\n going two by two in close formation, but it gave Sandra the feeling of" ], [ "Sandra's chief difficulty was that she knew absolutely nothing about\n the game of chess—a point that she had slid over in conferring with\n the powers at the", "While Doc chattered happily on about chess-playing robots and chess\n stories, Sandra found herself thinking about him. A writer of some sort", "Sandra nodded. \"Does a human chess player—a grandmaster, I mean—ever\n look eight moves ahead in a game?\"", "a powerful central position and so on.\"\n\"That sounds like the way a man would play a game,\" Sandra observed.\n \"Look ahead a little way and try to make a plan. You know, like getting", "Doc and Sandra looked at each other and smiled.\n\n\n \"Chess masters aren't exactly humble people, are they?\" she said.", "Sandra started to hunt through her pocketbook, but just then two lists\n of names lit up on the big electric scoreboard.\nTHE PLAYERS\nWilliam Angler, USA\n\n Bela Grabo, Hungary", "Four men were crossing the center of the hall, which was clearing,\n toward the tables at the other end. Doubtless they just happened to be\n going two by two in close formation, but it gave Sandra the feeling of", "their faces and they were all in pairs, two clocks to a case. That\n Siamese-twin clocks should be essential to a chess tournament struck\n Sandra as a particularly maddening circumstance.", "Her last assignment had been to interview the pilot pair riding the\n first American manned circum-lunar satellite—and the five alternate\n pairs who hadn't made the flight. This tournament hall seemed to Sandra", "There were signs featuring largely mysterious combinations of letters:\n FIDE, WBM, USCF, USSF, USSR and UNESCO. Sandra felt fairly sure about\n the last three.", "He nodded. \"You are not the first to be shocked and horrified by\n chess,\" he assured her. \"It is a curse of the intellect. It is a game", "While Sandra arranged for an interview with Jandorf after the day's\n playing session, Doc reordered his coffee.", "On the far wall was a big electric scoreboard and also, above the\n corresponding tables, five large dully glassy chessboards, the White\n squares in light gray, the Black squares in dark.", "position of a few pieces showed that opening moves had been made on\n four of them, including the Machine's. The central space between\n the tiers of seats was completely clear now, except for one man", "Chess sets were everywhere—big ones on tables, still bigger\n diagram-type electric ones on walls, small peg-in sets dragged from", "\"I didn't suppose they'd serve drinks here.\"\n\n\n \"But of course.\" They were already mounting the stairs. \"What would\n chess be without coffee or schnapps?\"", "\"I know you haven't the time now, Master Angler,\" Sandra said rapidly,\n \"but if after the playing session you could grant me—\"", "Sandra tried to think of a being who always checked everything, but\n only within limits beyond which his thoughts never ventured, and who\n never made a mistake....\n\n\n \"Miss Grayling! May I present to you Igor Jandorf.\"", "middle, toward the far end, were five small tables spaced rather widely\n apart and with a chessboard and men and one of the Siamese clocks set", "grandmasters, including all four Russians, were seated at their tables.\n Press and company cameras were flashing. The four smaller wallboards\n lit up with the pieces in the opening position—white for White and red" ], [ "Federation Internationale\n des Echecs\n—the international chess organization) are also backing\n the tournament. And perhaps because the Kremlin is hungry for a little", "\"I suppose so. So World Business Machines is responsible for this\n tournament?\"\n\n\n \"Correct. Their advertising department is interested in the prestige.\n They want to score a point over their great rival.\"", "He nodded. \"You are not the first to be shocked and horrified by\n chess,\" he assured her. \"It is a curse of the intellect. It is a game", "Sandra's chief difficulty was that she knew absolutely nothing about\n the game of chess—a point that she had slid over in conferring with\n the powers at the", "grandmasters, including all four Russians, were seated at their tables.\n Press and company cameras were flashing. The four smaller wallboards\n lit up with the pieces in the opening position—white for White and red", "\"I didn't suppose they'd serve drinks here.\"\n\n\n \"But of course.\" They were already mounting the stairs. \"What would\n chess be without coffee or schnapps?\"", "On the far wall was a big electric scoreboard and also, above the\n corresponding tables, five large dully glassy chessboards, the White\n squares in light gray, the Black squares in dark.", "Chess sets were everywhere—big ones on tables, still bigger\n diagram-type electric ones on walls, small peg-in sets dragged from", "very slow sight of the board. This tournament is being played at the\n usual international rate of 15 moves an hour, and—\"", "impossible. Vanderhoef as Tournament Director has played two or three\n games with the Machine to assure himself that it operates legitimately\n and has grandmaster skill.\"", "No, I do not think that is at all likely. WBM would never risk such\n a fraud. Great is completely out of practice for actual tournament\n play, though not for chess-thinking. The difference in style between", "Doc's smile became tinged with sad understanding. \"You must excuse\n them, though,\" he said. \"They really get so little recognition or\n recompense. This tournament is an exception. And it takes a great deal\n of ego to play greatly.\"", "\"The proportion of Soviet to American entries in the tournament\n represents pretty fairly the general difference in playing strength\n between the two countries,\" Doc said judiciously. \"Chess mastery", "position of a few pieces showed that opening moves had been made on\n four of them, including the Machine's. The central space between\n the tiers of seats was completely clear now, except for one man", "\"By no means. That was the trouble with some of the early chess-playing\n machines—they were programmed by scientists. No, Simon Great is a", "their faces and they were all in pairs, two clocks to a case. That\n Siamese-twin clocks should be essential to a chess tournament struck\n Sandra as a particularly maddening circumstance.", "\"Oh no. That's decided by two-player matches—a very long\n business—after elimination tournaments between leading contenders.\n This tournament is a round robin: each player plays one game with every\n other player. That means nine rounds.\"", "\"Oh, yes. Chess clocks measure the time each player takes in making his\n moves. When a player makes a move he presses a button that shuts his", "\"There is a geometrical progression involved there,\" he told her\n with a smile. \"Believe me, eight moves ahead is a lot of moves when", "evidently and a terrific chess buff. Perhaps he was an actual medical\n doctor. She'd read something about two or three coming over with the\n Russian squad. But Doc certainly didn't sound like a Soviet citizen." ], [ "this assignment completely and now she had it laid out cold. For the\n umpteenth time in her career Sandra shied away from the guilty thought\n that she wasn't a writer at all or even a reporter, she just used", "Sandra briefly told him her story and her predicament. By the time they\n were served, Doc had absorbed the one and assessed the other.", "While Doc chattered happily on about chess-playing robots and chess\n stories, Sandra found herself thinking about him. A writer of some sort", "Her last assignment had been to interview the pilot pair riding the\n first American manned circum-lunar satellite—and the five alternate\n pairs who hadn't made the flight. This tournament hall seemed to Sandra", "Sandra's chief difficulty was that she knew absolutely nothing about\n the game of chess—a point that she had slid over in conferring with\n the powers at the", "\"That'd go fine.\" Sandra leaned back. \"Confidentially, Doc, I was\n having trouble swallowing ... well, just about everything here.\"", "\"You're durn tootin' she would!\" Sandra replied in a rush, and then\n looked down apprehensively at the person who had read her thoughts.", "While Sandra arranged for an interview with Jandorf after the day's\n playing session, Doc reordered his coffee.", "\"Okay, lead on,\" Sandra said. \"You're the doctor.\"\n\n\n \"Doctor?\" He smiled widely. \"You know, I like being called that.\"", "She turned back quickly with a smile and a nod.\n\n\n \"I should tell you, Igor,\" Doc continued, \"that Miss Grayling\n represents a large and influential Midwestern newspaper. Perhaps you\n have a message for her readers.\"", "Doc spoke his piece for Sandra.", "young women, Sandra Lea Grayling cursed the day she had persuaded the\nChicago Space Mirror\nthat there would be all sorts of human interest", "Sandra grinned and nodded. Doc's ability to interpret her mind was as\n comforting as the bubbly, mildly astringent mixture she was sipping.", "a powerful central position and so on.\"\n\"That sounds like the way a man would play a game,\" Sandra observed.\n \"Look ahead a little way and try to make a plan. You know, like getting", "Sandra started to hunt through her pocketbook, but just then two lists\n of names lit up on the big electric scoreboard.\nTHE PLAYERS\nWilliam Angler, USA\n\n Bela Grabo, Hungary", "Sandra looked with quickening interest at the console of the Machine—a\n bank of keys and some half-dozen panels of rows and rows of tiny", "\"You know, Doc,\" Sandra said, \"I'm a dog to suggest this, but what\n if this whole thing were a big fake? What if Simon Great were really", "\"Oh yes,\" Sandra assured him, \"but there are some other questions I\n very much want to ask you, Mr. Jandorf.\"", "\"I know you haven't the time now, Master Angler,\" Sandra said rapidly,\n \"but if after the playing session you could grant me—\"", "Sandra tried to think of a being who always checked everything, but\n only within limits beyond which his thoughts never ventured, and who\n never made a mistake....\n\n\n \"Miss Grayling! May I present to you Igor Jandorf.\"" ], [ "understandably for your readers.\" He swallowed half his demitasse and\n smacked his lips. \"As for the Machine—you\ndo\nknow, I suppose, that", "Sandra briefly told him her story and her predicament. By the time they\n were served, Doc had absorbed the one and assessed the other.", "\"Tell your readers, Miss Grayling,\" he proclaimed, fiercely arching his\n eyebrows at her and actually slapping his chest, \"that I, Igor Jandorf,", "supposed to work by machinery (cogs and gears, not electricity) but\n actually it had a man hidden inside it—your Edgar Poe exposed the\n fraud in a famous article. In\nmy", "\"There is a geometrical progression involved there,\" he told her\n with a smile. \"Believe me, eight moves ahead is a lot of moves when", "this assignment completely and now she had it laid out cold. For the\n umpteenth time in her career Sandra shied away from the guilty thought\n that she wasn't a writer at all or even a reporter, she just used", "like a\n man. A rather peculiar and not exactly pleasant man. A man who always\n abides by sound principles, who is utterly incapable of flights of", "and began to whisper explosively in a guttural foreign tongue.\nSandra's gaze traveled beyond the balustrade. Now that she could look\n down at it, the central hall seemed less confusedly crowded. In the", "Only his dark-circled eyes shone with unquenchable youth. A useful old\n guy, whoever he was. An hour ago she'd been sure she was going to muff", "\"I could see that mademoiselle was having difficulty swallowing,\" he\n replied, keeping them moving. \"Pardon me for feasting my eyes on your\n lovely throat.\"", "\"Hey, wait a minute,\" she protested just the same. He had already taken\n her arm and was piloting her toward the nearest flight of low wide\n stairs. \"How did you know I wanted a drink?\"", "Doc's eyes grew thoughtful. \"About Bela Grabo (why are three out of\n four Hungarians named Bela?) I will tell you only this: That he is a", "my\nstory I think the chess robot will\n break down while it is being demonstrated to a millionaire purchaser\n and the young inventor will have to win its game for it to cover up", "Sandra tried to think of a being who always checked everything, but\n only within limits beyond which his thoughts never ventured, and who\n never made a mistake....\n\n\n \"Miss Grayling! May I present to you Igor Jandorf.\"", "too wrote a story about a chess-playing robot of the clickety-clank-grr\n kind who murdered his creator, crushing him like an iron grizzly bear", "\"You know, Doc,\" Sandra said, \"I'm a dog to suggest this, but what\n if this whole thing were a big fake? What if Simon Great were really", "ahead. The Machine will make no such oversights. Once again, you see,\n you have the human factor, in this case working for the Machine.\"", "telltale lights, all dark at the moment. A thick red velvet cord on\n little brass standards ran around the Machine at a distance of about\n ten feet. Inside the cord were only a few gray-smocked men. Two of", "\"You can tell him by his long white beard with coffee stains. I don't\n see it anywhere, though. Perhaps he's shaved it off for the occasion.", "a powerful central position and so on.\"\n\"That sounds like the way a man would play a game,\" Sandra observed.\n \"Look ahead a little way and try to make a plan. You know, like getting" ], [ "He nodded. \"You are not the first to be shocked and horrified by\n chess,\" he assured her. \"It is a curse of the intellect. It is a game", "\"You have one great advantage,\" he told her. \"You know nothing\n whatsoever of chess—so you will be able to write about it", "Chess sets were everywhere—big ones on tables, still bigger\n diagram-type electric ones on walls, small peg-in sets dragged from", "While Doc chattered happily on about chess-playing robots and chess\n stories, Sandra found herself thinking about him. A writer of some sort", "\"By no means. That was the trouble with some of the early chess-playing\n machines—they were programmed by scientists. No, Simon Great is a", "But about your idea, Miss Grayling—did you ever read about Maelzel's\n famous chess-playing automaton of the 19th Century? That one too was", "too wrote a story about a chess-playing robot of the clickety-clank-grr\n kind who murdered his creator, crushing him like an iron grizzly bear", "Sandra's chief difficulty was that she knew absolutely nothing about\n the game of chess—a point that she had slid over in conferring with\n the powers at the", "On the far wall was a big electric scoreboard and also, above the\n corresponding tables, five large dully glassy chessboards, the White\n squares in light gray, the Black squares in dark.", "grandmasters, including all four Russians, were seated at their tables.\n Press and company cameras were flashing. The four smaller wallboards\n lit up with the pieces in the opening position—white for White and red", "\"Yes. Now that's one with a lot of human interest. Moses Sherevsky.\n Been champion of the United States many times. A very strict Orthodox", "psychologist who at one time was a leading contender for the world's\n chess championship. I think WBM was surprisingly shrewd to pick him\n for the programming job. Let me tell you—No, better yet—\"", "\"I didn't suppose they'd serve drinks here.\"\n\n\n \"But of course.\" They were already mounting the stairs. \"What would\n chess be without coffee or schnapps?\"", "\"The proportion of Soviet to American entries in the tournament\n represents pretty fairly the general difference in playing strength\n between the two countries,\" Doc said judiciously. \"Chess mastery", "Doc and Sandra looked at each other and smiled.\n\n\n \"Chess masters aren't exactly humble people, are they?\" she said.", "\"Yes, but maybe like Capa at San Sebastian or Morphy or Willie Angler\n at New York. The Russians will look like potzers.\"", "\"Oh, yes. Chess clocks measure the time each player takes in making his\n moves. When a player makes a move he presses a button that shuts his", "\"They say the Machine has been programmed to play nothing but pure\n Barcza System and Indian Defenses—and the Dragon Formation if anyone\n pushes the King Pawn.\"\n\n\n \"Hah! In that case....\"", "evidently and a terrific chess buff. Perhaps he was an actual medical\n doctor. She'd read something about two or three coming over with the\n Russian squad. But Doc certainly didn't sound like a Soviet citizen.", "that his lifelong services to chess had won him the honor and that they\n had to have a member of the so-called Old Guard. Maybe he even got down" ] ]

[ "In the context of the article, who is Si and what does he do? \n", "What is the best description of what “The Si” creates within the Condé Nast magazines? \n", "What is Si’s full name? \n", "What is the name of Si’s younger brother? Which of his are a “different story”? \n", "What group is more profligate than writers? \n", "How much did the Vanity Fair shoot of Arnold Schwarzenegger cost? What is this a demonstration of?\n", "According to the article, what is Condé Nast?\n", "Whose dog was thrown a birthday party? What is the article doing with this detail?\n" ]

[ [ "Si, or The Si, is the person responsible for covering the absurd costs of of the New York Editor lifestyle.\n", "Si, or The Si, is the person responsible for covering the absurd expenditure of New York parties. \n", "Si, or The Si, is the person responsible for the culture that has developed around the writer/editor lifestyle.\n", "Si, or The Si, is the person responsible for covering the absurd expenditure of the Condé Nast magazines. \n" ], [ "A closed economy \n", "A culture of guilt surrounding what it takes to put out a magazine\n", "A culture of partiers who aren’t interested in getting their work done\n", "A series of mantras that teach reckless spending\n" ], [ "S.I. Newsom Jr. \n", "S.I. Newhouse Jr. \n", "Silas Newhouse Jr.\n", "Silas Donald Newhouse \n" ], [ "Donald Newhouse—his photographers \n", "Donald Newhouse—his writers\n", "Donald Newhouse—his editors \n", "Donald Newhouse—his temps\n" ], [ "Editors \n", "Assistants\n", "Interior designers \n", "Photographers \n" ], [ "$100,000: The wasteful methods of photographers \n", "$1,000: The frugal character of writers as compared to photographers\n", "$10,000: The wasteful character of Vanity Fair \n", "$110,00: The vanity of photographers\n" ], [ "Magazines of the corporate elite \n", "15 magazines of “fabulousness”\n", "15 New York magazines of “fantasy”\n", "15 magazines of the New York “elite” \n" ], [ "Thomas Maier’s dog. The article uses this to demonstrate how Condé Nast has become a successful in group. \n", "S.I. Newhouse Jr.’s dog. The article uses this to demonstrate the absurd expenditure of the Condé Nast magazines. \n", "S.I. Newhouse Jr.’s dog. The article uses this to demonstrate that the absurd expenditure of the Condé Nast has a kind side \n", "Thomas Maier’s dog. The article uses this to demonstrate the absurd expenditure of the Condé Nast magazines. \n" ] ]

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One magazine exec reportedly got", "may even utter the Condé Nast mantra--though it is hardly", "Condé Nast's", "working, Si pays. At Vogue and Vanity Fair , almost", "Condé Nast has", "Actually, paying $100,000 for face time with Princess Di may not have been a foolish investment for a magazine so dependent on peddling her image. And Condé Nast's excess has other plausible justifications as well.", "Condé Nast flies in for parties. The", "Nast magazines, including (in descending order of fabulousness) Vogue", "Some Condé Nast", "the Si.", "All had been sent by fellow Condé Nast staffers. All", "favorite Condé Nast stories is of an editor who had", "accounts are scrutinized. Even so, today's Condé Nast is", "the West and Europe around a couple of Condé Nast", "\"Si\" Newhouse Jr. and his younger brother, Donald, control", "is economical only by Condé Nast standards. The belt is", "but more glamorous properties. These are the 15 Condé Nast", "But Si's generosity extends to even assistants and sub-sub-editors,", "Si Newhouse. (Donald's editors are a different story, as", "S.I. \"Si\"" ], [ "the Si.", "His Si-ness (their joke, not mine) does not expect his", "S.I. \"Si\"", "Si's favorite", "check: \"Let Si get this.\"", "Si's party planners throw for them.", "Let Si Get This", "But Si's generosity extends to even assistants and sub-sub-editors,", "or to host parties as nice as the ones Si's", "Si doesn't pay for all such treats. There is also", "Si also naturally pays to fly in VF staffers and", "radio, and TV holdings. Si runs the less profitable but", "nice as the one Si's interest-free loan bought them, or", "facial? Treat yourself and bill it to Si. This is", "(estimated cost to Si: $35,000), your car ferries you", "\"Si\" Newhouse Jr. and his younger brother, Donald, control", "mix as equals with the Trumps and Karans. Si's perks", "institution in Hollywood. In addition to the parties themselves, Si", "party for Si Newhouse's dog . (Owners ate caviar;", "working, Si pays. At Vogue and Vanity Fair , almost" ], [ "His Si-ness (their joke, not mine) does not expect his", "\"Si\" Newhouse Jr. and his younger brother, Donald, control", "the Si.", "But Si's generosity extends to even assistants and sub-sub-editors,", "Si's party planners throw for them.", "Si's favorite", "S.I. \"Si\"", "Si Newhouse. (Donald's editors are a different story, as", "Let Si Get This", "radio, and TV holdings. Si runs the less profitable but", "Si doesn't pay for all such treats. There is also", "or to host parties as nice as the ones Si's", "on. And one man, who probably isn't there himself, picks", "check: \"Let Si get this.\"", "Stories of wasteful shoots abound: the matching seaweed that had", "nice as the one Si's interest-free loan bought them, or", "institution in Hollywood. In addition to the parties themselves, Si", "Then there's", "You've forgotten to return the video your kids watched yesterday, so you have a messenger take it back to Blockbuster. Si spends $20; you save a $1.50 late fee.", "party for Si Newhouse's dog . (Owners ate caviar;" ], [ "of course, are nowhere near as profligate as photographers. Stories", "Writers, of", "who live much better than they ever could if they wrote", "Stories of wasteful shoots abound: the matching seaweed that had", "of New York society consists of people who make far more", "has also created a class of mandarin journalists, writers who", "more money than magazine editors do--investment bankers, corporate chieftains,", "are not talking. But every example of excess cited here", "on. And one man, who probably isn't there himself, picks", "room are other editors, publicists, and writers from these magazines", "and fashion designers. 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These are the 15 Condé Nast", "Nast magazines, including (in descending order of fabulousness) Vogue", "take car services home. But new Condé Nast CEO Steve", "And vice presidents are not the only things that Condé", "hard to separate apocrypha from the truth. Did Condé Nast", ", an American magazine, pays more than $100,000 to" ], [ "party for Si Newhouse's dog . (Owners ate caviar;", "of Newhouse, the editor of Self held a birthday party", ", for example, mocks a recent Vogue party in honor", "caviar; dogs drank Evian.) The lowliest assistants used to take", "a birthday party for your assistant. You order champagne and", "Si's party planners throw for them.", "then there are the parties. Last month The", "institution in Hollywood. In addition to the parties themselves, Si", "on. And one man, who probably isn't there himself, picks", "Stories of wasteful shoots abound: the matching seaweed that had", "pills, or her boss's pet from the vet, or presents", "Newhouse magazine has been promoted, so you send flowers. The", "Stories about the $10,000 in expenses that a New", "Nasties make fun of them. This week's New Yorker ,", "of party absurdity is Vanity Fair 's sponsorship of an", "honor of food writer Jeffrey Steingarten. According to The", "and a cake--on the company, of course, and present her", "Actually, paying $100,000 for face time with Princess Di may not have been a foolish investment for a magazine so dependent on peddling her image. And Condé Nast's excess has other plausible justifications as well.", "New Yorker once shipped silverware from New York to", "New Yorker sent a staffer to Venice to cover the" ] ]

[ "Given the information in the article, what is the purpose of a Geiger counter?", "What best describes how the overall tone changed from the beginning of the article?", "What best describes Eddie's character?", "What best describes Eddie's usual relationship with Teena and her family?", "Out of the choices below, predict which future career Eddie would most likely pick given his interests present in the article.", "What is Eddie's response to Teena's mother's concern over the missing isotope?", "How does Eddie's reaction and his father's reaction to the missing isotope different?", "How would Eddie's reaction to the missing isotope been different if he had not been so knowledgeable about radioactivity?", "What can you conclude about Eddie's attitude towards his father?", "What is one likely difference between Eddie and Teena?" ]

[ [ "To measure rock formation patterns.", "To measure for radiation.", "To find hidden rocks.", "To measure gravity." ], [ "From worrisome to frustrated.", "From apathetic to solemn.", "From lighthearted to tense.", "From upbeat to sympathetic." ], [ "He has a deep appreciation for nuclear science.", "He is boy who often gets into trouble.", "He tries to act older and more intelligent than he is.", "He tries to copy everything his father says, does, and feels." ], [ "Teena and her family often get annoyed when Eddie comes to their house.", "Teena and her family are welcoming of Eddie's presence since he is a friend of Teena's.", "Teena and her family only accept Eddie out of respect for the friendship of Eddie and Teena's parents.", "Eddie is often intrusive and interrupts the happenings of Teena and her family's house." ], [ "A nuclear scientist because he is always curious.", "A college professor as inspired by his father.", "An nuclear engineer because he enjoys inventing.", "A spy because they are intriguing." ], [ "He only causes more concern for her after explaining isotopes.", "He acts equally as concerned as her.", "He tries to comfort her by explaining isotopes.", "He tries to demonstrate his knowledge of radioactivity to her." ], [ "Eddie's father is horrified, while Eddie acts apathetic.", "Eddie's father is disappointed, while Eddie is unaware of the severity of the situation.", "Eddie's father is worried, while Eddie's curiosity is heightened.", "Eddie's father is panicked, while Eddie tries to remain lighthearted." ], [ "He would have been very worried due to the severity of the situation.", "He would not have cared because he would be disinterested in the situation.", "He would have been extremely curious about the situation.", "He would have found a way to be more helpful for his father's situation." ], [ "Eddie academically challenges his father.", "Eddie annoys his father.", "Eddie looks up to his father.", "Eddie tries to relate to his father." ], [ "Teena is more inspired by her parent(s) than Eddie.", "Teena is less intelligent than Eddie. ", "Teena is not as knowledgeable in science as Eddie.", "Teena dislikes science, unlike Eddie." ] ]

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[ [ "switched on the Geiger counter. The needle\n of the dial on the black box wavered slightly.\n A slow clicking came through the earphones,\n but Eddie knew these indicated no more than", "was always a mild background count when\n the Geiger counter was turned on; but to\n mean anything, the needle had to jump far\n ahead on the gauge, and the clicking through", "“Anything else, Mom?” he asked, returning\n to the house and getting the Geiger counter\n out of the closet. He edged toward the back\n door before his mother had much time to\n think of something more for him to do.", "“You may use the Geiger counter any time\n you want, Eddie,” Mr. Taylor said, “as long as\n you take good care of it. You figured out where\n you can find some uranium ore?”", "“Be right there,” Eddie said. Then, remembering\n the dream, he added, “Oh, Dad, is it\n all right if I use the Geiger counter today?”", "“Another prospecting trip?” Teena’s\n mother glanced at the Geiger counter which\n Eddie had set carefully on the dinette table.", "“And Geiger counter?” Eddie asked\n eagerly.", "a normal background count. There were slight\n traces of radioactivity in almost all earth or\n rocks. It was in the air itself, caused by mysterious\n and ever-present cosmic rays, so there", "“Well, I—I just happened to be going by,”\n Eddie said. “Thought you might want to\n watch me do a little prospecting with the Geiger\n counter. But maybe you’re too busy.”", "Eddie smiled sheepishly. “I—I had a\n dream,” he said. “Plain as day. It was out on\n Cedar Point. I was walking along over some\n rocks. Suddenly the Geiger counter began\n clicking like everything.”", "“Don’t go too far out from town,” Mrs.\n Ross cautioned, as Eddie picked up the Geiger\n counter. “And stick near the main roads.\n You know the rules.”", "“I’ll say they’re dangerous,” Eddie said.\n “But the whole pile is covered by a shield of\n concrete about eight feet thick. That keeps the\n rays from getting out and injuring the workmen.”", "“It takes a lot to stop radioactive atomic\n particles,” Eddie explained. “Especially the\n gamma rays. They’re the fastest and most dangerous,", "24\n\n After putting Sandy on his long chain and\n filling his water dish, Eddie went in the back\n door. He put the Geiger counter in the closet\n and went into the kitchen.", "go smashing into other atoms unless they want\n it to. They have ways of controlling it so that\n only as much radiation builds up as they want.\n You can even hear the reactor hum as the radioactive", "around in between the bricks are small\n bits of uranium. Uranium atoms are radioactive.\n That is, they keep splitting up and sending\n out rays.”", "“So that’s what a radioisotope is,” Mrs. Ross\n said. “It’s like a sponge. Only instead of soaking\n up water, it soaks up radiation.”\n\n41", "around the outskirts of Oceanview where\n likely looking rock formations invited search\n with a Geiger counter.", "along the way. Eddie knew that a radioisotope\n was a material which had been “cooked” in an\n atomic reactor until it was “hot” with radioactivity.", "it’s safe. As you know, the lead prevents any\n radiation from escaping. Out of that capsule,\n however, those two ounces of radioisotope can\n be very dangerous.”" ], [ "and full of fun, but tonight his face seemed\n unusually drawn and sober. He stepped to the\n table, leaned over, and gave both Teena and\n Mrs. Ross a kiss on the cheek.", "years older than he had that very morning.\n Worry lay deep in his eyes. He fumbled\n thoughtfully with a pencil, turning it end over\n end on his desk.", "Mr. Taylor leaned back. “Quite a bit’s\n wrong, Eddie,” he said, “and I guess there’s\n no reason why I shouldn’t tell you. It’ll be in\n the evening papers, anyway.”", "was open. Eddie went through the dining\n room and glanced into the den. His father\n sat stiffly behind his homemade desk, talking\n rapidly into the telephone. Eddie caught only", "“Sit down, dear,” Mrs. Ross said. “I’ll warm\n your dinner. You didn’t sound very cheerful\n when you called to say you would be late. How\n did everything go at the plant today?”", "“It was as much mine as anybody’s, son,”\n his father said. “Probably more so. After all,\n I am head of the department. I knew about", "Then Eddie heard the sound of his father’s\n voice coming from the den. There was a\n strange urgent tone in it. The door to the den", "“How many in a comma?” Mr. Ross said to\n Eddie, then added quickly, “forget it, Eddie.\n It wasn’t very funny. I—I’m afraid I don’t feel\n very funny tonight.”", "“That’s right, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie agreed.\n “People should talk more and read more about\n it. After all, this is an atomic age. We might as", "was always a mild background count when\n the Geiger counter was turned on; but to\n mean anything, the needle had to jump far\n ahead on the gauge, and the clicking through", "silverware.” She smiled, putting tiny crinkles\n in her small, slightly upturned nose. She wore\n her hair in a pony tail. Even though her hair", "“Wouldn’t think of leaving it home,” his\n father said, smiling. “By the way, I put new\n batteries in it the other day. Take it easy on\n them. Remember to switch it off when you’re\n not actually using it.”", "switched on the Geiger counter. The needle\n of the dial on the black box wavered slightly.\n A slow clicking came through the earphones,\n but Eddie knew these indicated no more than", "“Well, now, that’s a tough question, son.\n I can’t say that I really do. Still, one clue is", "He took the newspaper to his father to read\n first. After having finished, Mr. Taylor handed\n the paper to Eddie and leaned back thoughtfully\n in his chair.\n\n28", "There was none of that today. After they\n had hiked and searched most of the forenoon,\n Eddie said, “We might as well call it a day,\n Teena. Doesn’t seem to be anything out here.”", "It was a balmy evening. On such evenings,\n he and Teena sometimes walked along the\n beach barefoot, collecting sea shells. Today\n Eddie had no desire to do that. He ran down\n the block.", "It took Eddie over an hour to sort out the\n newspapers and magazines in the garage, tie\n them in neat bundles, and place them out on", "“They’ve got it pretty straight, at that,” Mr.\n Taylor said, “but I’m afraid this is going to\n stir up quite a bit of trouble.”", "was blond all year long, it seemed even\n lighter in the summer. Eddie couldn’t tell\n whether the sun had faded it, or whether her\n deep summer tan simply made her hair look" ], [ "Mr. Taylor opened the door. He was a big\n man, broad-shouldered and still thin-waisted.\n Eddie found it easy to believe the stories he", "He heard his father’s heavy footsteps in the\n hallway. They stopped outside of his bedroom\n door.\n\n\n “You awake, Eddie?”\n\n\n “I’m awake, Dad,” Eddie answered.", "was open. Eddie went through the dining\n room and glanced into the den. His father\n sat stiffly behind his homemade desk, talking\n rapidly into the telephone. Eddie caught only", "It was a balmy evening. On such evenings,\n he and Teena sometimes walked along the\n beach barefoot, collecting sea shells. Today\n Eddie had no desire to do that. He ran down\n the block.", "If there had been even the slightest doubt\n in Eddie’s mind about something being\n wrong, it vanished now. Mr. Taylor looked", "“It wasn’t your fault, was it, Dad?” Eddie\n defended.", "“Not so good,” Teena’s father said tiredly.\n “In fact, not good at all.”\n\n\n Problems. It seemed that everyone had\n problems, Eddie thought, as he started to\n leave.", "it. His father usually volunteered any information\n he wanted known, so Eddie stuck to\n questions which could and would be answered.", "Eddie knew she was right. They were\n friends—good friends. They had been ever\n since Eddie’s family had moved to Oceanview", "“Dad,” Eddie said anxiously, “what—what’s\n the matter?”\n\n\n “It shows that much, does it, son?” his\n father said tiredly.", "“She always does, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie said,\n pretending great injury. “Don’t know why I\n keep coming over here.”", "Eddie pulled on his trousers and T shirt\n and went into the bathroom. He washed hurriedly,\n knowing that even if he missed a spot", "had heard about his father being an outstanding\n football player in his time. Even his glasses\n and the gray hair at his temples didn’t add\n much age, although Eddie knew it had been", "“Oh, hi, Eddie,” Teena greeted him, appearing\n at the screen door. “I was hoping\n you’d come over.”", "Eddie smiled sheepishly. “I—I had a\n dream,” he said. “Plain as day. It was out on\n Cedar Point. I was walking along over some\n rocks. Suddenly the Geiger counter began\n clicking like everything.”", "on a recent birthday. Then Eddie said good-by\n and went on down the street toward his\n own home.", "“Stay here, Sandy,” Eddie said. “Sit.” The\n dog minded, although he looked a bit rebellious.\n\n20", "“It’s hot,” Eddie said, “but not like if it\n came out of a stove. By hot, they mean it’s", "“All right,” Eddie said. “You know, one of\n these days I’d like to go out to Cedar Point\n and scout around. Maybe we’ll find something\n there.” Then he told Teena about his dream.", "Then Eddie heard the sound of his father’s\n voice coming from the den. There was a\n strange urgent tone in it. The door to the den" ], [ "Teena answered his knock.\n\n\n “Come on in, Eddie,” she invited, seeming\n surprised to see him. “Mother and I are just\n finishing dinner.”", "“Oh, guess I’ll stop by and see if Teena\n wants to go,” Eddie answered casually. He\n tried to make it sound as though he would", "“Oh, hi, Eddie,” Teena greeted him, appearing\n at the screen door. “I was hoping\n you’d come over.”", "Christina Ross—whom everybody called\n Teena—lived at the far end of the block.\n Eddie went around to the side door of the\n light-green stucco house and knocked.", "“Not so good,” Teena’s father said tiredly.\n “In fact, not good at all.”\n\n\n Problems. It seemed that everyone had\n problems, Eddie thought, as he started to\n leave.", "It was a balmy evening. On such evenings,\n he and Teena sometimes walked along the\n beach barefoot, collecting sea shells. Today\n Eddie had no desire to do that. He ran down\n the block.", "Eddie went inside and followed Teena to\n the kitchen. He felt triumphant about the\n sandwiches.\n\n\n Teena tossed him a dish towel. “You dry\n them,” she said.", "“Hello, Eddie,” Mrs. Ross said, coming into\n the kitchen. “Looks like Teena put you to\n work.”", "Eddie knew she was right. They were\n friends—good friends. They had been ever\n since Eddie’s family had moved to Oceanview", "“Boy, that sounds dangerous,” Teena said.\n\n\n “Well, they know just how to do it,” Eddie\n replied.", "“Oh, I don’t really mind, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie\n said. “Besides, Teena’s making sandwiches to\n take with us.”", "“All right,” Eddie said. “You know, one of\n these days I’d like to go out to Cedar Point\n and scout around. Maybe we’ll find something\n there.” Then he told Teena about his dream.", "“She always does, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie said,\n pretending great injury. “Don’t know why I\n keep coming over here.”", "Teena’s father was a medium-sized man\n with light-brown hair which was getting somewhat\n thin on top. He was usually quite cheerful", "There was none of that today. After they\n had hiked and searched most of the forenoon,\n Eddie said, “We might as well call it a day,\n Teena. Doesn’t seem to be anything out here.”", "That’s how to handle it, Eddie thought.\n Don’t act anxious. Let Teena be anxious.\n Then maybe she’ll even offer to bring along\n a couple of sandwiches or some fruit.", "“Eddie was telling us about atoms,” Teena’s\n mother said. “Did you know there were three\n million billion of them in a period?”", "be doing Teena Ross a big favor. After all,\n she was only a girl. Eddie didn’t figure a girl\n would make a very good uranium prospecting", "was open. Eddie went through the dining\n room and glanced into the den. His father\n sat stiffly behind his homemade desk, talking\n rapidly into the telephone. Eddie caught only", "and full of fun, but tonight his face seemed\n unusually drawn and sober. He stepped to the\n table, leaned over, and gave both Teena and\n Mrs. Ross a kiss on the cheek." ], [ "“All right,” Eddie said. “You know, one of\n these days I’d like to go out to Cedar Point\n and scout around. Maybe we’ll find something\n there.” Then he told Teena about his dream.", "it. His father usually volunteered any information\n he wanted known, so Eddie stuck to\n questions which could and would be answered.", "“I guess not, dear,” Mrs. Taylor said, smiling\n over his hasty retreat. “What are you going\n to do?”\n\n\n “Think I’ll do a little prospecting,” Eddie\n said.", "“Oh, guess I’ll stop by and see if Teena\n wants to go,” Eddie answered casually. He\n tried to make it sound as though he would", "The very word excited Eddie. In fact, anything\n having to do with atomic science\n excited him. He knew something about\n isotopes—pronounced", "had heard about his father being an outstanding\n football player in his time. Even his glasses\n and the gray hair at his temples didn’t add\n much age, although Eddie knew it had been", "was open. Eddie went through the dining\n room and glanced into the den. His father\n sat stiffly behind his homemade desk, talking\n rapidly into the telephone. Eddie caught only", "27\nCHAPTER TWO\nAt the moment, Eddie didn’t pry for further\n information on the theft of the valuable radioactive", "Eddie pulled on his trousers and T shirt\n and went into the bathroom. He washed hurriedly,\n knowing that even if he missed a spot", "It was a balmy evening. On such evenings,\n he and Teena sometimes walked along the\n beach barefoot, collecting sea shells. Today\n Eddie had no desire to do that. He ran down\n the block.", "He heard his father’s heavy footsteps in the\n hallway. They stopped outside of his bedroom\n door.\n\n\n “You awake, Eddie?”\n\n\n “I’m awake, Dad,” Eddie answered.", "Mr. Taylor leaned back. “Quite a bit’s\n wrong, Eddie,” he said, “and I guess there’s\n no reason why I shouldn’t tell you. It’ll be in\n the evening papers, anyway.”", "“I would,” Eddie said. “Everyone is carefully\n protected. They see to that. Well, anyway,\n if all of those uranium atoms were shooting", "Eddie smiled sheepishly. “I—I had a\n dream,” he said. “Plain as day. It was out on\n Cedar Point. I was walking along over some\n rocks. Suddenly the Geiger counter began\n clicking like everything.”", "“Dad didn’t say exactly,” Eddie answered,\n “except he did say that if whoever took it\n didn’t know what he was doing and opened up", "Eddie read the newspaper account. The\n small truck from Drake Ridge, where one of\n the country’s newest atomic reactors was", "“Probably in the hills beyond the college,”\n Eddie said. The more he thought about it, the\n more he realized it was a little late in the day", "isotope. His father had plenty on his\n mind, as it was. The main information was in\n the evening\nGlobe\n, which Eddie rushed out", "“Not so good,” Teena’s father said tiredly.\n “In fact, not good at all.”\n\n\n Problems. It seemed that everyone had\n problems, Eddie thought, as he started to\n leave.", "“I’ve seen them do it,” Eddie said proudly,\n then added, “from behind a protective shield,\n of course. When the material has soaked up\n enough radiation, they pull it back out. They\n say it’s ‘cooked.’”" ], [ "“Oh, yes,” Eddie affirmed. “He was the one\n who ordered the isotope.”\n\n\n “What’s an isotope?” Teena asked.", "“Eddie was telling us about atoms,” Teena’s\n mother said. “Did you know there were three\n million billion of them in a period?”", "Teena answered his knock.\n\n\n “Come on in, Eddie,” she invited, seeming\n surprised to see him. “Mother and I are just\n finishing dinner.”", "Mrs. Ross smiled. “I guess you’re right,\n Eddie,” she said, “but I wouldn’t quite know\n how to go about feeding an atom.”\n\n\n “Or greasing one,” Teena added.", "“Oh, guess I’ll stop by and see if Teena\n wants to go,” Eddie answered casually. He\n tried to make it sound as though he would", "“Another prospecting trip?” Teena’s\n mother glanced at the Geiger counter which\n Eddie had set carefully on the dinette table.", "“The radioisotope was stolen, Eddie,” his\n father said slowly. “Stolen right out from\n under our noses!”", "That’s how to handle it, Eddie thought.\n Don’t act anxious. Let Teena be anxious.\n Then maybe she’ll even offer to bring along\n a couple of sandwiches or some fruit.", "“Oh, I don’t really mind, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie\n said. “Besides, Teena’s making sandwiches to\n take with us.”", "“Well, I certainly do hope everything works\n out all right,” Teena’s mother said.\n\n\n “So do I,” Teena agreed.", "“Hello, Eddie,” Mrs. Ross said, coming into\n the kitchen. “Looks like Teena put you to\n work.”", "“Boy, that sounds dangerous,” Teena said.\n\n\n “Well, they know just how to do it,” Eddie\n replied.", "“Be right there,” Eddie said. Then, remembering\n the dream, he added, “Oh, Dad, is it\n all right if I use the Geiger counter today?”", "27\nCHAPTER TWO\nAt the moment, Eddie didn’t pry for further\n information on the theft of the valuable radioactive", "“Oh, hi, Eddie,” Teena greeted him, appearing\n at the screen door. “I was hoping\n you’d come over.”", "“How could anyone miss it?” Teena said.\n “Right on the front page.”\n\n\n “I suppose your father is quite concerned\n over it,” Teena’s mother said.", "“Power?” Eddie said. “Boy, it must have\n been a strong isotope.” He knew that the\n strength of radioisotopes could be controlled", "32\n\n “I don’t see what anyone would want with\n a radioisotope,” Eddie said. “Maybe they figured\n there was something else inside of that\n lead capsule.”", "“I’ll say,” Eddie agreed. “Of course, only\n one building holds the reactor itself. It’s the\n biggest building near the center.”\n\n\n “I remember it,” Teena said.", "The very word excited Eddie. In fact, anything\n having to do with atomic science\n excited him. He knew something about\n isotopes—pronounced" ], [ "“The radioisotope was stolen, Eddie,” his\n father said slowly. “Stolen right out from\n under our noses!”", "“Dad,” Eddie said anxiously, “what—what’s\n the matter?”\n\n\n “It shows that much, does it, son?” his\n father said tiredly.", "“That’s entirely possible,” his father said.\n “In fact, it’s the only logical explanation I can\n think of. People simply don’t go around stealing\n radioactive isotopes without a mighty important\n reason.”", "isotope. His father had plenty on his\n mind, as it was. The main information was in\n the evening\nGlobe\n, which Eddie rushed out", "The very word excited Eddie. In fact, anything\n having to do with atomic science\n excited him. He knew something about\n isotopes—pronounced", "“That’s about it,” Eddie said. “My dad says\n that as more is learned about the ways to use\n isotopes, the whole world is going to be improved.", "27\nCHAPTER TWO\nAt the moment, Eddie didn’t pry for further\n information on the theft of the valuable radioactive", "from prying deeper into the subject of the\n radioisotope. Much of his father’s work at\n Oceanview College was of a secret nature.\n Eddie had learned not to ask questions about", "“Oh, yes,” Eddie affirmed. “He was the one\n who ordered the isotope.”\n\n\n “What’s an isotope?” Teena asked.", "“Be right there,” Eddie said. Then, remembering\n the dream, he added, “Oh, Dad, is it\n all right if I use the Geiger counter today?”", "“Power?” Eddie said. “Boy, it must have\n been a strong isotope.” He knew that the\n strength of radioisotopes could be controlled", "“Dad didn’t say exactly,” Eddie answered,\n “except he did say that if whoever took it\n didn’t know what he was doing and opened up", "Eddie nodded. It was even more serious\n than its threat of danger to anyone who\n handled it carelessly. It was a new isotope—a", "Eddie smiled sheepishly. “I—I had a\n dream,” he said. “Plain as day. It was out on\n Cedar Point. I was walking along over some\n rocks. Suddenly the Geiger counter began\n clicking like everything.”", "“What’s wrong, Dad?” Eddie prompted.\n “Or can’t you tell me?”", "“You mean he must have been an atomic\n scientist himself?” Eddie asked.", "Then Eddie heard the sound of his father’s\n voice coming from the den. There was a\n strange urgent tone in it. The door to the den", "“Not when it’s lead, son,” his father replied.\n “Not much bigger than a two-quart\n milk bottle, in fact.”\n\n\n “Even at that, no kid could have taken it,”\n Eddie said.", "“Hello, son,” he said. He didn’t even ask\n whether Eddie had discovered any uranium\n ore that day. Always before, he had shown\n genuine interest in Eddie’s prospecting trips.", "“They could study it,” his father explained.\n “At least, they could send it somewhere to be\n broken down and studied. Being a new isotope,\n the formula is of great value.”" ], [ "“Power?” Eddie said. “Boy, it must have\n been a strong isotope.” He knew that the\n strength of radioisotopes could be controlled", "The very word excited Eddie. In fact, anything\n having to do with atomic science\n excited him. He knew something about\n isotopes—pronounced", "27\nCHAPTER TWO\nAt the moment, Eddie didn’t pry for further\n information on the theft of the valuable radioactive", "“The radioisotope was stolen, Eddie,” his\n father said slowly. “Stolen right out from\n under our noses!”", "Eddie nodded. It was even more serious\n than its threat of danger to anyone who\n handled it carelessly. It was a new isotope—a", "“You mean he must have been an atomic\n scientist himself?” Eddie asked.", "32\n\n “I don’t see what anyone would want with\n a radioisotope,” Eddie said. “Maybe they figured\n there was something else inside of that\n lead capsule.”", "along the way. Eddie knew that a radioisotope\n was a material which had been “cooked” in an\n atomic reactor until it was “hot” with radioactivity.", "“That’s entirely possible,” his father said.\n “In fact, it’s the only logical explanation I can\n think of. People simply don’t go around stealing\n radioactive isotopes without a mighty important\n reason.”", "Eddie smiled sheepishly. “I—I had a\n dream,” he said. “Plain as day. It was out on\n Cedar Point. I was walking along over some\n rocks. Suddenly the Geiger counter began\n clicking like everything.”", "“I would,” Eddie said. “Everyone is carefully\n protected. They see to that. Well, anyway,\n if all of those uranium atoms were shooting", "“Oh, yes,” Eddie affirmed. “He was the one\n who ordered the isotope.”\n\n\n “What’s an isotope?” Teena asked.", "“Well,” Eddie said slowly, “it’s not easy to\n explain, but I’ll try. You know how rare\n uranium is. There’s not nearly enough of it to", "from prying deeper into the subject of the\n radioisotope. Much of his father’s work at\n Oceanview College was of a secret nature.\n Eddie had learned not to ask questions about", "isotope. His father had plenty on his\n mind, as it was. The main information was in\n the evening\nGlobe\n, which Eddie rushed out", "“I’m not sure I know, either,” Mrs. Ross\n said. “Maybe we could understand more of\n what it’s all about if you could explain what a\n radioisotope is, Eddie.”\n\n36", "“Well, I—I just happened to be going by,”\n Eddie said. “Thought you might want to\n watch me do a little prospecting with the Geiger\n counter. But maybe you’re too busy.”", "“Be right there,” Eddie said. Then, remembering\n the dream, he added, “Oh, Dad, is it\n all right if I use the Geiger counter today?”", "“I’ve seen them do it,” Eddie said proudly,\n then added, “from behind a protective shield,\n of course. When the material has soaked up\n enough radiation, they pull it back out. They\n say it’s ‘cooked.’”", "used. Eddie assumed that anyone who would\n stoop to stealing isotopes more than likely\n would be interested in their ability to destroy\n rather than their ability to benefit mankind." ], [ "He heard his father’s heavy footsteps in the\n hallway. They stopped outside of his bedroom\n door.\n\n\n “You awake, Eddie?”\n\n\n “I’m awake, Dad,” Eddie answered.", "“Dad,” Eddie said anxiously, “what—what’s\n the matter?”\n\n\n “It shows that much, does it, son?” his\n father said tiredly.", "“It wasn’t your fault, was it, Dad?” Eddie\n defended.", "the last few sketchy words. Then his father\n placed the telephone in its cradle, glanced up,\n and saw Eddie.", "it. His father usually volunteered any information\n he wanted known, so Eddie stuck to\n questions which could and would be answered.", "was open. Eddie went through the dining\n room and glanced into the den. His father\n sat stiffly behind his homemade desk, talking\n rapidly into the telephone. Eddie caught only", "“What’s wrong, Dad?” Eddie prompted.\n “Or can’t you tell me?”", "Then Eddie heard the sound of his father’s\n voice coming from the den. There was a\n strange urgent tone in it. The door to the den", "had heard about his father being an outstanding\n football player in his time. Even his glasses\n and the gray hair at his temples didn’t add\n much age, although Eddie knew it had been", "“Dad didn’t say exactly,” Eddie answered,\n “except he did say that if whoever took it\n didn’t know what he was doing and opened up", "“Not so good,” Teena’s father said tiredly.\n “In fact, not good at all.”\n\n\n Problems. It seemed that everyone had\n problems, Eddie thought, as he started to\n leave.", "If there had been even the slightest doubt\n in Eddie’s mind about something being\n wrong, it vanished now. Mr. Taylor looked", "“Hello, son,” he said. He didn’t even ask\n whether Eddie had discovered any uranium\n ore that day. Always before, he had shown\n genuine interest in Eddie’s prospecting trips.", "“I remember,” Eddie said. “Did it come?”\n\n\n “It did—and it didn’t,” his father said.\n\n\n “What does that mean, Dad?” Eddie asked,\n puzzled.", "“Be right there,” Eddie said. Then, remembering\n the dream, he added, “Oh, Dad, is it\n all right if I use the Geiger counter today?”", "isotope. His father had plenty on his\n mind, as it was. The main information was in\n the evening\nGlobe\n, which Eddie rushed out", "“Dinner?” his mother said absently. “It’s\n not quite four o’clock yet, Eddie. Besides,\n dinner may be a little late today.”", "“Kid?” His father smiled thinly. “We don’t\n think it was any kid, Eddie. Not by a long\n shot. The whole thing was carefully planned\n and carefully carried out. It was not the work\n of amateurs.”", "He took the newspaper to his father to read\n first. After having finished, Mr. Taylor handed\n the paper to Eddie and leaned back thoughtfully\n in his chair.\n\n28", "from prying deeper into the subject of the\n radioisotope. Much of his father’s work at\n Oceanview College was of a secret nature.\n Eddie had learned not to ask questions about" ], [ "“Oh, guess I’ll stop by and see if Teena\n wants to go,” Eddie answered casually. He\n tried to make it sound as though he would", "Teena answered his knock.\n\n\n “Come on in, Eddie,” she invited, seeming\n surprised to see him. “Mother and I are just\n finishing dinner.”", "“Oh, hi, Eddie,” Teena greeted him, appearing\n at the screen door. “I was hoping\n you’d come over.”", "Christina Ross—whom everybody called\n Teena—lived at the far end of the block.\n Eddie went around to the side door of the\n light-green stucco house and knocked.", "“Not so good,” Teena’s father said tiredly.\n “In fact, not good at all.”\n\n\n Problems. It seemed that everyone had\n problems, Eddie thought, as he started to\n leave.", "“Boy, that sounds dangerous,” Teena said.\n\n\n “Well, they know just how to do it,” Eddie\n replied.", "“All right,” Eddie said. “You know, one of\n these days I’d like to go out to Cedar Point\n and scout around. Maybe we’ll find something\n there.” Then he told Teena about his dream.", "It was a balmy evening. On such evenings,\n he and Teena sometimes walked along the\n beach barefoot, collecting sea shells. Today\n Eddie had no desire to do that. He ran down\n the block.", "be doing Teena Ross a big favor. After all,\n she was only a girl. Eddie didn’t figure a girl\n would make a very good uranium prospecting", "Eddie went inside and followed Teena to\n the kitchen. He felt triumphant about the\n sandwiches.\n\n\n Teena tossed him a dish towel. “You dry\n them,” she said.", "“Hello, Eddie,” Mrs. Ross said, coming into\n the kitchen. “Looks like Teena put you to\n work.”", "There was none of that today. After they\n had hiked and searched most of the forenoon,\n Eddie said, “We might as well call it a day,\n Teena. Doesn’t seem to be anything out here.”", "“Eddie was telling us about atoms,” Teena’s\n mother said. “Did you know there were three\n million billion of them in a period?”", "That’s how to handle it, Eddie thought.\n Don’t act anxious. Let Teena be anxious.\n Then maybe she’ll even offer to bring along\n a couple of sandwiches or some fruit.", "“Oh, I don’t really mind, Mrs. Ross,” Eddie\n said. “Besides, Teena’s making sandwiches to\n take with us.”", "“Oh, yes,” Eddie affirmed. “He was the one\n who ordered the isotope.”\n\n\n “What’s an isotope?” Teena asked.", "Eddie knew she was right. They were\n friends—good friends. They had been ever\n since Eddie’s family had moved to Oceanview", "Mrs. Ross smiled. “I guess you’re right,\n Eddie,” she said, “but I wouldn’t quite know\n how to go about feeding an atom.”\n\n\n “Or greasing one,” Teena added.", "“I know,” Teena spoke up quickly. “It’s\n because we’re friends, that’s why.”\n\n21", "“I’ll say,” Eddie agreed. “Of course, only\n one building holds the reactor itself. It’s the\n biggest building near the center.”\n\n\n “I remember it,” Teena said." ] ]

[ "What can you best infer about the characteristics of the people in attendance at the tournament hall that Sandra was at?", "What role does Doc play for Sandra?", "Given all the nationalities present at the tournament and the information presented in the article, which nationality would be most likely to win?", "Why would a psychologist be a better programmer than a scientist in response to the WBM having picked a psychologist over a scientist for a programming job?", "Would Sandra consistently consider herself a skilled journalist?", "What statement would many of the chess players at the tournament NOT agree with?", "How would Sandra's journaling experience been if she had not met Doc?", "What is an accurate assumption about the Machine in the article?" ]

[ [ "They are arrogant and lackadaisical.", "They are sharp-minded and determined to win.", "They are confident yet humble.", "They are astute and put together." ], [ "He plays a comedic role.", "He plays a condescending role.", "He plays an entertaining role.", "He plays an informative role." ], [ "Russian", "Hungarian", "French", "American" ], [ "A psychologist would know how to program a chess game to avoid cheating.", "A psychologist can easily learn programming and has the background to be more effective at it than a scientist.", "A psychologist knows the rules of chess more than a scientist does.", "A psychologist could better predict a person's thinking during a chess game than a scientist could." ], [ "Yes, and the way she was able to easily journal about the chess competition shows her competency.", "No, because she usually knows very little about what she will be journaling about.", "No, she has her doubts that her skills are not what makes her successful at interviewing people.", "Yes, because she considers herself a very experienced talker." ], [ "The Machine is impossible to win against.", "There comes pride in winning against the Machine.", "Chess tournaments are serious competitions.", "Chess is a tedious game." ], [ "She would have struggled to identify all the competitors to name in her article if it was not for Doc.", "She would have had more time to get a better understanding to write about the Machine if Doc had not taken up all her time talking.", "She would have likely written a very vague article due to her lack of experience with chess.", "She would have not struggled as much with writing since Doc gave her excess information." ], [ "It \"thinks\" in a way that is more planned than a human.", "A human is more calculated than the Machine.", "The Machine is accurate yet slow compared to other computers.", "It has more experience than a human." ] ]

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[ [ "Her last assignment had been to interview the pilot pair riding the\n first American manned circum-lunar satellite—and the five alternate\n pairs who hadn't made the flight. This tournament hall seemed to Sandra", "Four men were crossing the center of the hall, which was clearing,\n toward the tables at the other end. Doubtless they just happened to be\n going two by two in close formation, but it gave Sandra the feeling of", "out on each. To either side of the hall were tiers of temporary seats,\n about half of them occupied. There were at least as many more people\n still wandering about.", "Not that there weren't enough humans around, it was the interest that\n was in doubt. The large hall was crammed with energetic dark-suited", "and began to whisper explosively in a guttural foreign tongue.\nSandra's gaze traveled beyond the balustrade. Now that she could look\n down at it, the central hall seemed less confusedly crowded. In the", "Sandra started to hunt through her pocketbook, but just then two lists\n of names lit up on the big electric scoreboard.\nTHE PLAYERS\nWilliam Angler, USA\n\n Bela Grabo, Hungary", "Sandra's chief difficulty was that she knew absolutely nothing about\n the game of chess—a point that she had slid over in conferring with\n the powers at the", "their faces and they were all in pairs, two clocks to a case. That\n Siamese-twin clocks should be essential to a chess tournament struck\n Sandra as a particularly maddening circumstance.", "Doc's smile became tinged with sad understanding. \"You must excuse\n them, though,\" he said. \"They really get so little recognition or\n recompense. This tournament is an exception. And it takes a great deal\n of ego to play greatly.\"", "There were signs featuring largely mysterious combinations of letters:\n FIDE, WBM, USCF, USSF, USSR and UNESCO. Sandra felt fairly sure about\n the last three.", "Sandra tried to think of a being who always checked everything, but\n only within limits beyond which his thoughts never ventured, and who\n never made a mistake....\n\n\n \"Miss Grayling! May I present to you Igor Jandorf.\"", "Doc and Sandra looked at each other and smiled.\n\n\n \"Chess masters aren't exactly humble people, are they?\" she said.", "sharp contrast to the somberly clad men around them, he was wearing\n a pearl-gray suit of almost exactly the same shade as Sandra's—a\n circumstance that created for her the illusion that they were fellow", "Sandra briefly told him her story and her predicament. By the time they\n were served, Doc had absorbed the one and assessed the other.", "\"Cripes, Doc, they all sound like they were Russians,\" Sandra said\n after a bit. \"Except this Willie Angler. Oh, he's the boy wonder,\n isn't he?\"", "a powerful central position and so on.\"\n\"That sounds like the way a man would play a game,\" Sandra observed.\n \"Look ahead a little way and try to make a plan. You know, like getting", "\"Did the Machine beat him?\" Sandra asked.\nDoc shrugged. \"The scores weren't released. It was very hush-hush.", "\"One expects it of Jandorf,\" he explained to Sandra with a philosophic\n shrug when the shock-headed man was gone. \"At least he didn't take your", "\"You're durn tootin' she would!\" Sandra replied in a rush, and then\n looked down apprehensively at the person who had read her thoughts.", "She realized suddenly that the whole hall had become very quiet." ], [ "Doc spoke his piece for Sandra.", "Sandra briefly told him her story and her predicament. By the time they\n were served, Doc had absorbed the one and assessed the other.", "While Doc chattered happily on about chess-playing robots and chess\n stories, Sandra found herself thinking about him. A writer of some sort", "Sandra grinned and nodded. Doc's ability to interpret her mind was as\n comforting as the bubbly, mildly astringent mixture she was sipping.", "\"You know, Doc,\" Sandra said, \"I'm a dog to suggest this, but what\n if this whole thing were a big fake? What if Simon Great were really", "\"Okay, lead on,\" Sandra said. \"You're the doctor.\"\n\n\n \"Doctor?\" He smiled widely. \"You know, I like being called that.\"", "\"Yes, Doc, but....\" Sandra found difficulty in phrasing the question.", "his eyebrows went up, and he made a beeline for Doc. Sandra wondered if\n she should warn him that he was about to be shushed.", "While Sandra arranged for an interview with Jandorf after the day's\n playing session, Doc reordered his coffee.", "\"Cripes, Doc, they all sound like they were Russians,\" Sandra said\n after a bit. \"Except this Willie Angler. Oh, he's the boy wonder,\n isn't he?\"", "\"And Grabo?\" Sandra pressed, suppressing a smile at the intensity of\n Doc's animosity.", "\"That'd go fine.\" Sandra leaned back. \"Confidentially, Doc, I was\n having trouble swallowing ... well, just about everything here.\"", "Doc's smile became tinged with sad understanding. \"You must excuse\n them, though,\" he said. \"They really get so little recognition or\n recompense. This tournament is an exception. And it takes a great deal\n of ego to play greatly.\"", "\"Then the name is yours as long as you want it—Doc.\"\nMeanwhile the happy little man had edged them into the first of a small", "\"Willie!\" Doc said with some asperity. \"Miss Grayling is a journalist.\n She would like to have a statement from you as to how you will play", "Doc's eyes grew thoughtful. \"About Bela Grabo (why are three out of\n four Hungarians named Bela?) I will tell you only this: That he is a", "\"You're durn tootin' she would!\" Sandra replied in a rush, and then\n looked down apprehensively at the person who had read her thoughts.", "Doc frowned. \"True, in a sense.\nThey\nmust feel very sure.... Here\n they are now.\"", "\"Exactly!\" Doc beamed at her approvingly. \"The Machine\nis\nlike a", "Doc shot to his feet, stretched an arm on high and called out sharply,\n \"Simon!\"\n\n\n A man some four tables away waved back and a moment later came over." ], [ "\"The proportion of Soviet to American entries in the tournament\n represents pretty fairly the general difference in playing strength\n between the two countries,\" Doc said judiciously. \"Chess mastery", "Federation Internationale\n des Echecs\n—the international chess organization) are also backing\n the tournament. And perhaps because the Kremlin is hungry for a little", "\"Oh no. That's decided by two-player matches—a very long\n business—after elimination tournaments between leading contenders.\n This tournament is a round robin: each player plays one game with every\n other player. That means nine rounds.\"", "that you see the current champion of the world—Votbinnik—and an\n ex-champion arm in arm. There are two other persons in the tournament", "Ivan Jal, USSR\n\n Igor Jandorf, Argentina\n\n Dr. S. Krakatower, France\n\n Vassily Lysmov, USSR", "\"True,\" Doc agreed thoughtfully. \"WBM must feel very sure.... It's\n the prize money they've put up, of course, that's brought the world's", "\"Anyway there\nare\nan awful lot of Russians in the tournament,\"", "Mikhail Votbinnik, USSR\nTournament Director\n: Dr. Jan Vanderhoef\nFIRST ROUND PAIRINGS\nSherevsky vs. Serek\n\n Jal vs. Angler", "\"Yes. Now that's one with a lot of human interest. Moses Sherevsky.\n Been champion of the United States many times. A very strict Orthodox", "There were signs featuring largely mysterious combinations of letters:\n FIDE, WBM, USCF, USSF, USSR and UNESCO. Sandra felt fairly sure about\n the last three.", "No, I do not think that is at all likely. WBM would never risk such\n a fraud. Great is completely out of practice for actual tournament\n play, though not for chess-thinking. The difference in style between", "\"I suppose so. So World Business Machines is responsible for this\n tournament?\"\n\n\n \"Correct. Their advertising department is interested in the prestige.\n They want to score a point over their great rival.\"", "grandmasters, including all four Russians, were seated at their tables.\n Press and company cameras were flashing. The four smaller wallboards\n lit up with the pieces in the opening position—white for White and red", "Doc's smile became tinged with sad understanding. \"You must excuse\n them, though,\" he said. \"They really get so little recognition or\n recompense. This tournament is an exception. And it takes a great deal\n of ego to play greatly.\"", "Her last assignment had been to interview the pilot pair riding the\n first American manned circum-lunar satellite—and the five alternate\n pairs who hadn't made the flight. This tournament hall seemed to Sandra", "Sandra started to hunt through her pocketbook, but just then two lists\n of names lit up on the big electric scoreboard.\nTHE PLAYERS\nWilliam Angler, USA\n\n Bela Grabo, Hungary", "\"Will whoever wins this tournament become champion?\"", "\"The Russians have come with ten trunkfuls of prepared variations and\n they'll gang up on the Machine at adjournments. What can one New Jersey\n computer do against four Russian grandmasters?\"", "greatest players here. Otherwise half of them would be holding off\n in the best temperamental-artist style. For chess players the prize", "evidently and a terrific chess buff. Perhaps he was an actual medical\n doctor. She'd read something about two or three coming over with the\n Russian squad. But Doc certainly didn't sound like a Soviet citizen." ], [ "psychologist who at one time was a leading contender for the world's\n chess championship. I think WBM was surprisingly shrewd to pick him\n for the programming job. Let me tell you—No, better yet—\"", "\"By no means. That was the trouble with some of the early chess-playing\n machines—they were programmed by scientists. No, Simon Great is a", "programming of the Machine. As you know, I have had to fight the\n Players' Committee tooth and nail on all sorts of points about that\n and they have won most of them. I am not permitted to re-program the", "He would not amplify his statement. Sandra studied the Scoreboard again.\n\n\n \"This Simon Great who's down as programming the Machine. He's a famous\n physicist, I suppose?\"", "\"True,\" Doc agreed thoughtfully. \"WBM must feel very sure.... It's\n the prize money they've put up, of course, that's brought the world's", "genius, but who never makes a mistake. You see, you are finding human\n interest already, even in the Machine.\"", "material—but a dub who could almost always beat an utter novice.\n The WBM machine here in the hall operates about a million times as", "ahead. The Machine will make no such oversights. Once again, you see,\n you have the human factor, in this case working for the Machine.\"", "Doc chuckled. \"Not exactly,\" he said gently. \"He is originally a Pole\n and now he has Argentinian citizenship. You have a program, don't you?\"", "\"I suppose so. So World Business Machines is responsible for this\n tournament?\"\n\n\n \"Correct. Their advertising department is interested in the prestige.\n They want to score a point over their great rival.\"", "\"I heard the Russians have been programmed—with hypnotic cramming and\n somno-briefing. Votbinnik had a nervous breakdown.\"", "very brilliant player and that the Machine is very lucky to have drawn\n him as its first opponent.\"", "\"Wait.\" He lifted a finger. \"I think I know what you're going to ask.\n You want to know why, if the Machine works at all, it doesn't work\n perfectly, so that it always wins and there is no contest. Right?\"", "While Doc chattered happily on about chess-playing robots and chess\n stories, Sandra found herself thinking about him. A writer of some sort", "depends on keeping parts of the Machine at a temperature near absolute\n zero. However, the result is that the Machine can see eight moves ahead\n and is capable of being programmed much more craftily.\"", "Sandra tried to think of a being who always checked everything, but\n only within limits beyond which his thoughts never ventured, and who\n never made a mistake....\n\n\n \"Miss Grayling! May I present to you Igor Jandorf.\"", "understandably for your readers.\" He swallowed half his demitasse and\n smacked his lips. \"As for the Machine—you\ndo\nknow, I suppose, that", "a computer and a man would be evident to any expert. Great's own style\n is remembered and would be recognized—though, come to think of it, his", "\"Willie!\" Doc said with some asperity. \"Miss Grayling is a journalist.\n She would like to have a statement from you as to how you will play", "experience and artistry. The equivalent of those in the Machine is the\n directions fed into it before it plays a game.\"" ], [ "this assignment completely and now she had it laid out cold. For the\n umpteenth time in her career Sandra shied away from the guilty thought\n that she wasn't a writer at all or even a reporter, she just used", "\"You're durn tootin' she would!\" Sandra replied in a rush, and then\n looked down apprehensively at the person who had read her thoughts.", "Her last assignment had been to interview the pilot pair riding the\n first American manned circum-lunar satellite—and the five alternate\n pairs who hadn't made the flight. This tournament hall seemed to Sandra", "Sandra's chief difficulty was that she knew absolutely nothing about\n the game of chess—a point that she had slid over in conferring with\n the powers at the", "While Doc chattered happily on about chess-playing robots and chess\n stories, Sandra found herself thinking about him. A writer of some sort", "\"That'd go fine.\" Sandra leaned back. \"Confidentially, Doc, I was\n having trouble swallowing ... well, just about everything here.\"", "Sandra briefly told him her story and her predicament. By the time they\n were served, Doc had absorbed the one and assessed the other.", "\"Willie!\" Doc said with some asperity. \"Miss Grayling is a journalist.\n She would like to have a statement from you as to how you will play", "Sandra grinned and nodded. Doc's ability to interpret her mind was as\n comforting as the bubbly, mildly astringent mixture she was sipping.", "Sandra tried to think of a being who always checked everything, but\n only within limits beyond which his thoughts never ventured, and who\n never made a mistake....\n\n\n \"Miss Grayling! May I present to you Igor Jandorf.\"", "\"I know you haven't the time now, Master Angler,\" Sandra said rapidly,\n \"but if after the playing session you could grant me—\"", "While Sandra arranged for an interview with Jandorf after the day's\n playing session, Doc reordered his coffee.", "\"Oh yes,\" Sandra assured him, \"but there are some other questions I\n very much want to ask you, Mr. Jandorf.\"", "\"Cripes, Doc, they all sound like they were Russians,\" Sandra said\n after a bit. \"Except this Willie Angler. Oh, he's the boy wonder,\n isn't he?\"", "\"Okay, lead on,\" Sandra said. \"You're the doctor.\"\n\n\n \"Doctor?\" He smiled widely. \"You know, I like being called that.\"", "Doc spoke his piece for Sandra.", "\"You know, Doc,\" Sandra said, \"I'm a dog to suggest this, but what\n if this whole thing were a big fake? What if Simon Great were really", "Sandra nodded. \"Does a human chess player—a grandmaster, I mean—ever\n look eight moves ahead in a game?\"", "She turned back quickly with a smile and a nod.\n\n\n \"I should tell you, Igor,\" Doc continued, \"that Miss Grayling\n represents a large and influential Midwestern newspaper. Perhaps you\n have a message for her readers.\"", "a powerful central position and so on.\"\n\"That sounds like the way a man would play a game,\" Sandra observed.\n \"Look ahead a little way and try to make a plan. You know, like getting" ], [ "He nodded. \"You are not the first to be shocked and horrified by\n chess,\" he assured her. \"It is a curse of the intellect. It is a game", "greatest players here. Otherwise half of them would be holding off\n in the best temperamental-artist style. For chess players the prize", "\"The proportion of Soviet to American entries in the tournament\n represents pretty fairly the general difference in playing strength\n between the two countries,\" Doc said judiciously. \"Chess mastery", "Doc and Sandra looked at each other and smiled.\n\n\n \"Chess masters aren't exactly humble people, are they?\" she said.", "Doc's smile became tinged with sad understanding. \"You must excuse\n them, though,\" he said. \"They really get so little recognition or\n recompense. This tournament is an exception. And it takes a great deal\n of ego to play greatly.\"", "No, I do not think that is at all likely. WBM would never risk such\n a fraud. Great is completely out of practice for actual tournament\n play, though not for chess-thinking. The difference in style between", "Federation Internationale\n des Echecs\n—the international chess organization) are also backing\n the tournament. And perhaps because the Kremlin is hungry for a little", "impossible. Vanderhoef as Tournament Director has played two or three\n games with the Machine to assure himself that it operates legitimately\n and has grandmaster skill.\"", "\"Oh no. That's decided by two-player matches—a very long\n business—after elimination tournaments between leading contenders.\n This tournament is a round robin: each player plays one game with every\n other player. That means nine rounds.\"", "\"Most assuredly he does! In crucial situations, say where there's a\n chance of winning at once by trapping the enemy king, he examines", "very slow sight of the board. This tournament is being played at the\n usual international rate of 15 moves an hour, and—\"", "Sandra's chief difficulty was that she knew absolutely nothing about\n the game of chess—a point that she had slid over in conferring with\n the powers at the", "\"Gosh, I don't know. Say, Doc, is it really true that Master Jandorf\n has played 50 games at once blindfolded? I can't believe that.\"", "very brilliant player and that the Machine is very lucky to have drawn\n him as its first opponent.\"", "\"The Russians have come with ten trunkfuls of prepared variations and\n they'll gang up on the Machine at adjournments. What can one New Jersey\n computer do against four Russian grandmasters?\"", "\"By no means. That was the trouble with some of the early chess-playing\n machines—they were programmed by scientists. No, Simon Great is a", "grandmasters, including all four Russians, were seated at their tables.\n Press and company cameras were flashing. The four smaller wallboards\n lit up with the pieces in the opening position—white for White and red", "Soviet Russia is the only country that has ever supported and rewarded\n her best chess players at all adequately. I think the Russian players\n are here because UNESCO and FIDE (that's", "position of a few pieces showed that opening moves had been made on\n four of them, including the Machine's. The central space between\n the tiers of seats was completely clear now, except for one man", "programming of the Machine. As you know, I have had to fight the\n Players' Committee tooth and nail on all sorts of points about that\n and they have won most of them. I am not permitted to re-program the" ], [ "Sandra briefly told him her story and her predicament. By the time they\n were served, Doc had absorbed the one and assessed the other.", "While Doc chattered happily on about chess-playing robots and chess\n stories, Sandra found herself thinking about him. A writer of some sort", "Sandra grinned and nodded. Doc's ability to interpret her mind was as\n comforting as the bubbly, mildly astringent mixture she was sipping.", "Doc spoke his piece for Sandra.", "this assignment completely and now she had it laid out cold. For the\n umpteenth time in her career Sandra shied away from the guilty thought\n that she wasn't a writer at all or even a reporter, she just used", "\"You know, Doc,\" Sandra said, \"I'm a dog to suggest this, but what\n if this whole thing were a big fake? What if Simon Great were really", "\"That'd go fine.\" Sandra leaned back. \"Confidentially, Doc, I was\n having trouble swallowing ... well, just about everything here.\"", "\"Okay, lead on,\" Sandra said. \"You're the doctor.\"\n\n\n \"Doctor?\" He smiled widely. \"You know, I like being called that.\"", "\"Willie!\" Doc said with some asperity. \"Miss Grayling is a journalist.\n She would like to have a statement from you as to how you will play", "\"Yes, Doc, but....\" Sandra found difficulty in phrasing the question.", "\"You're durn tootin' she would!\" Sandra replied in a rush, and then\n looked down apprehensively at the person who had read her thoughts.", "While Sandra arranged for an interview with Jandorf after the day's\n playing session, Doc reordered his coffee.", "his eyebrows went up, and he made a beeline for Doc. Sandra wondered if\n she should warn him that he was about to be shushed.", "Sandra's chief difficulty was that she knew absolutely nothing about\n the game of chess—a point that she had slid over in conferring with\n the powers at the", "Her last assignment had been to interview the pilot pair riding the\n first American manned circum-lunar satellite—and the five alternate\n pairs who hadn't made the flight. This tournament hall seemed to Sandra", "\"And Grabo?\" Sandra pressed, suppressing a smile at the intensity of\n Doc's animosity.", "She turned back quickly with a smile and a nod.\n\n\n \"I should tell you, Igor,\" Doc continued, \"that Miss Grayling\n represents a large and influential Midwestern newspaper. Perhaps you\n have a message for her readers.\"", "\"Exactly!\" Doc beamed at her approvingly. \"The Machine\nis\nlike a", "\"Cripes, Doc, they all sound like they were Russians,\" Sandra said\n after a bit. \"Except this Willie Angler. Oh, he's the boy wonder,\n isn't he?\"", "\"Did the Machine beat him?\" Sandra asked.\nDoc shrugged. \"The scores weren't released. It was very hush-hush." ], [ "ahead. The Machine will make no such oversights. Once again, you see,\n you have the human factor, in this case working for the Machine.\"", "genius, but who never makes a mistake. You see, you are finding human\n interest already, even in the Machine.\"", "depends on keeping parts of the Machine at a temperature near absolute\n zero. However, the result is that the Machine can see eight moves ahead\n and is capable of being programmed much more craftily.\"", "\"Exactly!\" Doc beamed at her approvingly. \"The Machine\nis\nlike a", "understandably for your readers.\" He swallowed half his demitasse and\n smacked his lips. \"As for the Machine—you\ndo\nknow, I suppose, that", "against the Machine.\"\nAngler grinned and shook his head sadly. \"Poor old Machine,\" he said.\n \"I don't know why they take so much trouble polishing up that pile of", "experience and artistry. The equivalent of those in the Machine is the\n directions fed into it before it plays a game.\"", "\"If you had,\" he said, \"a billion computers all as fast as the Machine,\n it would take them all the time there ever will be in the universe just", "programming of the Machine. As you know, I have had to fight the\n Players' Committee tooth and nail on all sorts of points about that\n and they have won most of them. I am not permitted to re-program the", "impossible. Vanderhoef as Tournament Director has played two or three\n games with the Machine to assure himself that it operates legitimately\n and has grandmaster skill.\"", "you remember that the Machine is errorlessly examining every one of\n thousands of variations. Flesh-and-blood chess masters have lost games\n by blunders they could have avoided by looking only one or two moves", "is\nthe Machine blindfold? How do you think of it?\"", "\"Wait.\" He lifted a finger. \"I think I know what you're going to ask.\n You want to know why, if the Machine works at all, it doesn't work\n perfectly, so that it always wins and there is no contest. Right?\"", "it was typical Jandorf bravado to make a point of a blindfold\n challenge—just as if the Machine weren't playing blindfold itself. Or\nis", "\"That makes it very tough on you,\" Sandra put in. \"The Machine isn't\n allowed any weaknesses.\"", "supposed to work by machinery (cogs and gears, not electricity) but\n actually it had a man hidden inside it—your Edgar Poe exposed the\n fraud in a famous article. In\nmy", "clock off and turns his opponent's on. If a player uses too much time,\n he loses as surely as if he were checkmated. Now since the Machine\n will almost certainly be programmed to take an equal amount of time", "Machine at adjournments—only between games (I did insist on that and\n get it!) And if the Machine breaks down during a game, its clock keeps", "many more moves ahead than that—thirty or forty even. The Machine\n is probably programmed to recognize such situations and do something\n of the same sort, though we can't be sure from the information World", "very brilliant player and that the Machine is very lucky to have drawn\n him as its first opponent.\"" ] ]

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[ [ "Excessive", "Confidential", "Exhausting", "Competitive" ], [ "Your pay would be much higher than at a similar job with a different employer.", "You would have more communication with your employer.", "You would experience luxurious employee benefits.", "You would work significantly harder than at job with a less successful employer." ], [ "To show the carelessness for money demonstrated by the New York elite.", "To eventually calculate and justify the net worth of people like Si.", "To demonstrate how such large sums of money are spent so generously.", "To show how people like Si keep track of their budget." ], [ "Respecting worker's rights.", "Fame and fortune.", "Carelessness leads to demise.", "Hard work pays off." ], [ "Topic sentence and details.", "Persuasive hook and explanation.", "Argument and supportive details.", "Problem and solution." ], [ "The luxurious lifestyle that the author wrote about is also easy-going and relaxing.", "Everyone should strive to live a life that the author wrote about.", "The lifestyle the author wrote about is highly unattainable.", "The amount of benefits the workers receive is highly exaggerated." ] ]

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[ [ "He runs a lifestyle prison. Top editors stay because they", "An editor at Allure says that \"working lunches\" there are", "lunch is a hallowed journalistic tradition. But consider a day", "who live much better than they ever could if they wrote", "a closed economy where almost all human needs and desires can", "on. And one man, who probably isn't there himself, picks", "of New York society consists of people who make far more", "almost everyone has a \"working lunch\" every day . An", "During a typical", "After all, it's a \"working snack.\" Later, there's a", "honor of food writer Jeffrey Steingarten. According to The", "institution in Hollywood. In addition to the parties themselves, Si", "is what is called \"scouting.\" It is also a great", "are not talking. But every example of excess cited here", "for . And the nature of the subject makes it hard", "At the", "of their choice and hires chauffeurs to drive them. He", "as they will be happy to tell you.) It's a", "his editors in chief to actually live on their million-dollar", "Stories of wasteful shoots abound: the matching seaweed that had" ], [ "His Si-ness (their joke, not mine) does not expect his", "the Si.", "But Si's generosity extends to even assistants and sub-sub-editors,", "Si doesn't pay for all such treats. There is also", "Let Si Get This", "or to host parties as nice as the ones Si's", "Si's party planners throw for them.", "Si's favorite", "S.I. \"Si\"", "working, Si pays. At Vogue and Vanity Fair , almost", "institution in Hollywood. In addition to the parties themselves, Si", "nice as the one Si's interest-free loan bought them, or", "salaries. He also gives them clothing allowances (up to", "Si also naturally pays to fly in VF staffers and", "check: \"Let Si get this.\"", "on. And one man, who probably isn't there himself, picks", "radio, and TV holdings. Si runs the less profitable but", "day in the life of an editor working for Si", "He runs a lifestyle prison. Top editors stay because they", "Si Newhouse. (Donald's editors are a different story, as" ], [ "bar, juice, and cigarettes) to the magazine ($15). After", "Actually, paying $100,000 for face time with Princess Di may not have been a foolish investment for a magazine so dependent on peddling her image. And Condé Nast's excess has other plausible justifications as well.", "Stories about the $10,000 in expenses that a New", "The tab: $100. Si pays. (One of my favorite", "Newhouse expense stories", "the interior-decorating costs for the fashion-magazine editor who likes to", "$25 hamburger). Vanity Fair 's Graydon Carter might be", "is economical only by Condé Nast standards. The belt is", "she submits the expense sheet for it. Finally, after a", "her with your gift--a Prada wallet ($200). Later, she", "have cost thousands, resulted in a short piece.", "cash ($3). (Could be worse for the assistant: She could", "New Yorker editor billed for a single month. About the", "in the lobby newsstand. She bills your candy bar, juice,", "(estimated cost to Si: $35,000), your car ferries you", "salaries. He also gives them clothing allowances (up to", "You've forgotten to return the video your kids watched yesterday, so you have a messenger take it back to Blockbuster. Si spends $20; you save a $1.50 late fee.", "to $50,000 a year). He buys them cars of", ", an American magazine, pays more than $100,000 to", "New Yorker spent--and this is not a" ], [ "for . And the nature of the subject makes it hard", "Newhouse magazine has been promoted, so you send flowers. The", "as they will be happy to tell you.) It's a", "Actually, paying $100,000 for face time with Princess Di may not have been a foolish investment for a magazine so dependent on peddling her image. And Condé Nast's excess has other plausible justifications as well.", "on. And one man, who probably isn't there himself, picks", "lunch is a hallowed journalistic tradition. 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In addition to the parties themselves, Si", "At the", "has also created a class of mandarin journalists, writers who" ], [ "And they say", "on. And one man, who probably isn't there himself, picks", "And then", "as they will be happy to tell you.) It's a", "are not talking. But every example of excess cited here", "Then there's", "honor of food writer Jeffrey Steingarten. According to The", "of course).", "At the", "He runs a lifestyle prison. Top editors stay because they", "He offers them low- or no-interest home loans. GQ editor", "may even utter the Condé Nast mantra--though it is hardly", "Nast pay, as sources insist it did, hundreds of thousands", "His Si-ness (their joke, not mine) does not expect his", "to $50,000 a year). He buys them cars of", "for . And the nature of the subject makes it hard", "Back at the", "be there too, although he has transferred his main allegiance", "salaries. He also gives them clothing allowances (up to", "who live much better than they ever could if they wrote" ] ]

[ "What is Glmpauszn's goal?", "Why might the stories be true?", "What is the conflict between Glmpauszn and the not-world?", "How does Glmpauszn change over the story?", "The speaker sometimes writes in gibberish. Why is this? ", "How does the phrase \"to be or not to be\" tie into the overall story? ", "How does the format of the story supplement the character?" ]

[ [ "To escape the not-world. ", "To eliminate humans to protect his world. ", "To venture into the human world and learn more about them. ", "To reconnect with Joe in the not-world. " ], [ "The disappearance of Joe Binkle and Ed Smith, along with the letters and leftover clothes all point to it. ", "Joe Binkle has disappeared, which means Glmpauszn must have reconnected with him, ", " Glmpauszn has proven in his letters that he knows things that no else possibly could. ", "The letters are all from different parts of the world, proving that different people wrote them. " ], [ "Glmpauszn's world wants to conquer the not-world, because they deem the not-world valuable. ", "The not-world unkowningly overlaps and disrupts his.", "The not-world is full of humans that terrorize his. ", "Glmpauszn's world doesn't understand how people in the not-world operate.. " ], [ "He finds that he doesn't want to invate the not-world. ", "He understands humans less as he encounters them and tries to mirror their behavior. ", "He eventually finds defeat in his conquest. ", "He seems more and more interested in human mannerisms and in adopting them. " ], [ "Glmpauszn sometimes forgets his own words. ", "It's when there are no words for whatever alien equivalent he means. ", "It's a gag. Whoever is writing this is doing so throw off the reader. ", "The person writing is incapable of replicating it. " ], [ "It is what Glmpauszn has to ask himself as he invades the not-world. ", "It plays into the nature of Glmpauszn's people, and how they exist along side ours. ", "It references Glmpauszn's disappearance, and the question if he was ever really there. ", "It plays into the uncertain nature of the story's truth." ], [ "Each letter comes from a different location, lending credence to this character's story.", "It proves that Glmpauszn is lying. ", "The way the letters are presented makes the speaker seem unreliable. ", "The way information is presented allows the reader to infer their own judgements of the character," ] ]

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[ [ "Glmpauszn\nMoscow, Idaho", "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "important part of my journey—completion of the weapon against the\n not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that\n day, I assure you.\nGlmpauszn", "I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary\n reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury", "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "Farewell till later.\nGlmpauszn\nWichita, Kansas\n\n June 13\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "which you unfortunately caused me to use. So, for the ultimate\n cause—in this, the penultimate adventure, and for the glory and peace", "and tries to induce her to do something biological. She then refuses.\n This pleases both of them, for he wanted her to refuse. She, in turn,", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "(Gezsltrysk!) then burst into tears. The doctors conferred, threw up\n their hands and left.", "I must find the formula that will wipe out the not-world men quickly.\n\n\n Quickly!\nGlmpauszn\nFlorence, Italy\n\n September 10", "wanted him to want her, but also wanted to prevent him so that he would\n have a high opinion of her. Do I make myself clear?", "from Blgftury which, on careful analysis, seems to be small praise\n indeed. In fact, some of his phrases apparently contain veiled threats.\n But you know old Blgftury. He wanted to go on this expedition himself", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "lies without arousing suspicion. I will grow up as the not-child in\n order that I might destroy the not-people completely.", "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do.", "I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it\n is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from", "take him a gleeb to figure this one out. I'll tell him I'm setting up\n an atomic reactor in the sewage systems here and that all we have to do", "What will Blgftury and the others say of this? My great mission is\n impaired. Farewell, till I find a more intelligent mind so I can write\n you with more enlightenment.", "When I heard them say that he was straightening up to come see me, I\n made a special effort and grew marvelously in one afternoon. I was 36" ], [ "of facts from indirect sources. Soon our tortured people will be free\n of the fearsome not-folk and I will be their liberator. You failed in\n your task, but I will try to get you off with light punishment when we", "What a spot to be in! Now it might have been a gag. Sometimes these\n guys get funny ideas when they are on the stuff. But then I read", "My kid, he reads. He says it's no joke. He wants to call the cops or\n maybe some doctor. But I say no. He reads your magazine so he says", "The woman gesticulated and continued to scream. People hurried from\n nearby houses. I linked my hands behind me and watched the scene with\n an attitude of mild interest. They weren't interested in me, I told\n myself. But they were.", "\"But why, sir?\" he asked plaintively.\n\n\n I was baffled. What could I tell him?", "alleged world and our own. It is merely an offshoot of our primitive\n mythology when this was considered a spirit world, just as these people\n refer to our world as never-never land and other anomalies. But we", "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do.", "Somewhere along the way I picked up a red-headed girl. When we got\n to the darkened seance room, I took the redhead into a corner and\n continued my investigations into the realm of love. I failed again\n because she said yes immediately.", "As they arrived hourly, they found me heavier and heavier. Naturally,\n since I am growing. This is part of my instructions. My not-mother", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "Now I know what difficulties you must have had with your limited\n equipment. These not-people are unpredictable and strange. Their doctor", "The latter atrocity is perpetrated through what these people call\n mediums, spiritualists and other fatuous names. I intend to visit one\n of them at the first opportunity to see for myself.", "Even our eminent, all-high Frequency himself has often been jeopardized\n by these people. The not-world and our world are like two baskets", "and tries to induce her to do something biological. She then refuses.\n This pleases both of them, for he wanted her to refuse. She, in turn,", "I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it\n is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from", "All is lost unless we work swiftly. I received your revealing letter\n the morning after having a terrible experience of my own. I drank a\n lot of gin for two days and then decided to go to one of these seance\n things.", "Then comes your letter today telling of the fate that befell you as a\n result of drinking alcohol. Our wrenchingly attuned faculties in these", "real case. He brought with him a big mirror with a heavy bronze frame.\n Airloom, he says. He pays a week in advance, staggers up the stairs to", "When I heard them say that he was straightening up to come see me, I\n made a special effort and grew marvelously in one afternoon. I was 36", "lies without arousing suspicion. I will grow up as the not-child in\n order that I might destroy the not-people completely." ], [ "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "important part of my journey—completion of the weapon against the\n not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that\n day, I assure you.\nGlmpauszn", "concentrated and sweated and suddenly something began to take form in\n the room. The best way to describe it in not-world language is a white,\n shapeless cascade of light.", "are joined by a thin fringe of filaments. Our world, on the vibrational\n plane, extends just a bit into this, the not-world. But being a world", "inevitable climax in which I singlehanded will obliterate the terror of\n the not-world and return to our world a hero. I cannot understand your\n not replying to my letters. I have given you a box number. What could", "not-world inches tall by evening. My not-father entered while I was\n standing by the crib examining a syringe the doctor had left behind.\n He stopped in his tracks on entering the room and seemed incapable of", "the not-world calls \"mail\" till we meet. For this purpose I must\n utilize the feeble vibrations of various not-people through whose\n inadequate articulation I will attempt to make my moves known to you.", "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "Even our eminent, all-high Frequency himself has often been jeopardized\n by these people. The not-world and our world are like two baskets", "lies without arousing suspicion. I will grow up as the not-child in\n order that I might destroy the not-people completely.", "Quickly, from the not-world vibrations about you, I learned the\n not-knowledge of your location. So I must communicate with you by what", "I must find the formula that will wipe out the not-world men quickly.\n\n\n Quickly!\nGlmpauszn\nFlorence, Italy\n\n September 10", "You say you eat little and drink as much as you can. The same with\n me. Even in this revolting world I am a sad sight. My not-world senses", "alleged world and our own. It is merely an offshoot of our primitive\n mythology when this was considered a spirit world, just as these people\n refer to our world as never-never land and other anomalies. But we", "tremendous wavelength fluctuations. I have attuned myself to a fetus\n within the body of a not-woman in the not-world. Already I am static\n and for hours have looked into this weird extension of the Universe", "I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it\n is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from", "Dredging into the treasury of knowledge I had come equipped with, I\n produced the proper phrase for occasions of this kind in the not-world.\n\n\n \"Poppa,\" I said.", "Glmpauszn\nMoscow, Idaho", "A reminder, please. You and I—I in particular—are now engaged in\n a struggle to free our world from the terrible, maiming intrusions" ], [ "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "Glmpauszn\nMoscow, Idaho", "When I heard them say that he was straightening up to come see me, I\n made a special effort and grew marvelously in one afternoon. I was 36", "important part of my journey—completion of the weapon against the\n not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that\n day, I assure you.\nGlmpauszn", "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "(Gezsltrysk!) then burst into tears. The doctors conferred, threw up\n their hands and left.", "Farewell till later.\nGlmpauszn\nWichita, Kansas\n\n June 13\n\n\n Dear Joe:", "I, Glmpauszn, come equipped with powers evolved from your fragmentary\n reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "and tries to induce her to do something biological. She then refuses.\n This pleases both of them, for he wanted her to refuse. She, in turn,", "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do.", "I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it\n is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from", "had dropped, her eyes met mine and in them I could see her admiration.\n We went to my suite and I showed her one of the money rooms. Would you\n believe it? She actually took off her shoes and ran around through the", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "I became so abstracted by this problem that the blonde girl fell\n asleep. I thoughtfully drank quantities of excellent alcohol called gin\n and didn't even notice when the blonde girl left.", "The woman gesticulated and continued to scream. People hurried from\n nearby houses. I linked my hands behind me and watched the scene with\n an attitude of mild interest. They weren't interested in me, I told\n myself. But they were.", "the doorway and instead of being pleased at the progress of my growth,\n she fell down heavily. She made a distinct\nthump\non the floor.", "which you unfortunately caused me to use. So, for the ultimate\n cause—in this, the penultimate adventure, and for the glory and peace", "lies without arousing suspicion. I will grow up as the not-child in\n order that I might destroy the not-people completely.", "to this world. It will stint my powers? Nonsense! Already I have had a\n quart of the liquid today. I feel wonderful. Get that? I actually feel" ], [ "All is lost unless we work swiftly. I received your revealing letter\n the morning after having a terrible experience of my own. I drank a\n lot of gin for two days and then decided to go to one of these seance\n things.", "The hand that writes this letter is that of a boy in the not-city of\n Bombay in the not-country of India. He does not know he writes it.", "I see I must avoid those complexities of procedure for which there are\n no terms in this language. There is no way of describing to you in\n not-language what I had to go through during the first moments of my", "I fear his words are limited. Ah, well. I had great things to tell\n you about my progress, but I cannot convey even a hint of how I have\n accomplished these miracles through the thick skull of this incompetent.", "I became so abstracted by this problem that the blonde girl fell\n asleep. I thoughtfully drank quantities of excellent alcohol called gin\n and didn't even notice when the blonde girl left.", "concentrated and sweated and suddenly something began to take form in\n the room. The best way to describe it in not-world language is a white,\n shapeless cascade of light.", "vibrations for what these people call the psychic individual. Then I\n establish contact with him while he sleeps and compel him without his\n knowledge to translate my ideas into written language. He writes my", "I received your first communication today. It baffles me. Do you greet\n me in the proper fringe-zone manner? No. Do you express joy, hope,", "You say you eat little and drink as much as you can. The same with\n me. Even in this revolting world I am a sad sight. My not-world senses", "inevitable climax in which I singlehanded will obliterate the terror of\n the not-world and return to our world a hero. I cannot understand your\n not replying to my letters. I have given you a box number. What could", "even the vagaries of slang in the not-language.... Ahhh! Pardon me\n again. I feel much better now.", "letter and mails it to you. Of course, he has no awareness of what he\n has done.", "I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it\n is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from", "falter. This is the last letter. Tomorrow I come with the gateway. When\n the gin is gone, we will plant the mold in the hotel where you live.", "low-pitched, guttural and penetrating even to myself. It must have\n jarred on my not-father's ears, for he turned and ran shouting from the\n room.", "the not-world calls \"mail\" till we meet. For this purpose I must\n utilize the feeble vibrations of various not-people through whose\n inadequate articulation I will attempt to make my moves known to you.", "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "Quickly, from the not-world vibrations about you, I learned the\n not-knowledge of your location. So I must communicate with you by what", "Mnghjkl, fhfjgfhjklop phelnoprausynks. No. When I communicate with you,", "that assault it. I must retire now and get them all classified. Beauty,\n pain, fear, hate, love, laughter. I don't know one from the other. I" ], [ "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nNot to be or not to not be ... that was the\n \nnot-question for the invader of the not-world.\nDear Editor:", "inevitable climax in which I singlehanded will obliterate the terror of\n the not-world and return to our world a hero. I cannot understand your\n not replying to my letters. I have given you a box number. What could", "which you unfortunately caused me to use. So, for the ultimate\n cause—in this, the penultimate adventure, and for the glory and peace", "and tries to induce her to do something biological. She then refuses.\n This pleases both of them, for he wanted her to refuse. She, in turn,", "I must leave off now because the not-child is about to be born. When it\n is alone in the room, it will be spirited away and I will spring from", "to this world. It will stint my powers? Nonsense! Already I have had a\n quart of the liquid today. I feel wonderful. Get that? I actually feel", "lies without arousing suspicion. I will grow up as the not-child in\n order that I might destroy the not-people completely.", "of facts from indirect sources. Soon our tortured people will be free\n of the fearsome not-folk and I will be their liberator. You failed in\n your task, but I will try to get you off with light punishment when we", "Greetings, greetings, greetings. Hold firm in your wretched projection,\n for tomorrow you will not be alone in the not-world. In two days I,\n Glmpauszn, will be born.", "In only a single gleeb it will begin to work. The men of this queer\n world will be no more. But we can't say we didn't have some fun, can\n we, Joe?", "concentrated and sweated and suddenly something began to take form in\n the room. The best way to describe it in not-world language is a white,\n shapeless cascade of light.", "All is lost unless we work swiftly. I received your revealing letter\n the morning after having a terrible experience of my own. I drank a\n lot of gin for two days and then decided to go to one of these seance\n things.", "Today I hang in our newly developed not-pod just within the mirror\n gateway, torn with the agony that we calculated must go with such", "These guys might be queer drunk hopheads. But if not? If soon brain\n dissolve, body fall apart, how long have we got? Please, anybody who", "Dredging into the treasury of knowledge I had come equipped with, I\n produced the proper phrase for occasions of this kind in the not-world.\n\n\n \"Poppa,\" I said.", "not-world inches tall by evening. My not-father entered while I was\n standing by the crib examining a syringe the doctor had left behind.\n He stopped in his tracks on entering the room and seemed incapable of", "The woman gesticulated and continued to scream. People hurried from\n nearby houses. I linked my hands behind me and watched the scene with\n an attitude of mild interest. They weren't interested in me, I told\n myself. But they were.", "of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived\n a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world\n ripped across the closely joined vibration flux, whose individual", "A reminder, please. You and I—I in particular—are now engaged in\n a struggle to free our world from the terrible, maiming intrusions", "shirt, in the shirt the underwear. Also in the pants. Also all in the\n middle of the floor. Against the far wall stands the frame of the\n mirror. Only the frame!" ], [ "You see, Joe, as I attuned myself to the various impressions that\n constantly assaulted my mind through this body, I conditioned myself to\n react exactly as our information catalog instructed me to.", "The hand that writes this letter is that of a boy in the not-city of\n Bombay in the not-country of India. He does not know he writes it.", "concentrated and sweated and suddenly something began to take form in\n the room. The best way to describe it in not-world language is a white,\n shapeless cascade of light.", "inevitable climax in which I singlehanded will obliterate the terror of\n the not-world and return to our world a hero. I cannot understand your\n not replying to my letters. I have given you a box number. What could", "When I heard them say that he was straightening up to come see me, I\n made a special effort and grew marvelously in one afternoon. I was 36", "I became alarmed, dived into a bush and used a mechanism that you\n unfortunately do not have—invisibility. I lay there and listened.\n\n\n \"He was stark naked,\" the girl with the sneakers said.", "My first five tries were unfortunate. Each time I took control of an\n individual who could not read or write! Finally I found my man, but", "I fear his words are limited. Ah, well. I had great things to tell\n you about my progress, but I cannot convey even a hint of how I have\n accomplished these miracles through the thick skull of this incompetent.", "not-world inches tall by evening. My not-father entered while I was\n standing by the crib examining a syringe the doctor had left behind.\n He stopped in his tracks on entering the room and seemed incapable of", "The woman gesticulated and continued to scream. People hurried from\n nearby houses. I linked my hands behind me and watched the scene with\n an attitude of mild interest. They weren't interested in me, I told\n myself. But they were.", "I went out and got plenty of money. I walked invisible into a bank and\n carried away piles of it. Then I sat and looked at it. I took the money", "As they arrived hourly, they found me heavier and heavier. Naturally,\n since I am growing. This is part of my instructions. My not-mother", "Soon an individual approached. I knew what to do from my information. I\n simply acted natural. You know, one of your earliest instructions was\n to realize that these people see nothing unusual in you if you do not\n let yourself believe they do.", "shirt, in the shirt the underwear. Also in the pants. Also all in the\n middle of the floor. Against the far wall stands the frame of the\n mirror. Only the frame!", "had dropped, her eyes met mine and in them I could see her admiration.\n We went to my suite and I showed her one of the money rooms. Would you\n believe it? She actually took off her shoes and ran around through the", "letter and mails it to you. Of course, he has no awareness of what he\n has done.", "low-pitched, guttural and penetrating even to myself. It must have\n jarred on my not-father's ears, for he turned and ran shouting from the\n room.", "All is lost unless we work swiftly. I received your revealing letter\n the morning after having a terrible experience of my own. I drank a\n lot of gin for two days and then decided to go to one of these seance\n things.", "Now get this. In one room, that of Joe Binkle, which maybe is an alias,\n I find nothing but a suit of clothes, some butts and the letters I", "I didn't lose any time overwhelming her susceptibilities. I remember\n distinctly that just as I stooped to pick up a large roll of money I" ] ]

[ "Which term best describes how the author characterizes the home in the beginning of the story? ", "What is the dynamic between Tennant and Dana?", "Which relationship best describes the dynamic between the prisoners and the figures controlling them?", "Why does Roger speculate there are more females than males in the fourth dimension environment?", "The humans in the fourth dimension acquire all of the following remarkable abilities EXCEPT for:", "Why does Roger allude to Tristan and Isolde when confronting his wife and Cass Gordon?", "What is the central theme of the story?", "What does Roger respect about the captors?" ]

[ [ "neoclassical", "industrial", "eclectic", "gothic" ], [ "They are professional colleagues", "They are former romantic partners", "They are captives in a forced relationship", "They are co-conspirators in a plot to kidnap humans" ], [ "The prisoners are being groomed to serve as future collaborators in an intergalactic sex trafficking stint, carried out through the fourth dimension.", "The prisoners serve as entertainment for the figures, who seem to have made a game out of snatching up humans and manipulating their thoughts and behaviors.", "The prisoners have committed some sort of Earthly crime, and their punishment -- in order to avoid the death penalty -- is to spend a sentence in a labor camp operated by the figures.", "The prisoners have volunteered to be part of the figures' experiment for a specific time period, under the agreement that they will be returned to Earth in the condition they left it." ], [ "Roger believes that the ones controlling the environment are running a breeding program to raise children who will eventually grow up to be body snatchers.", "The ones controlling the environment have a more challenging time bringing males through the fourth dimension.", "The ones controlling the environment are overwhelmingly male, heterosexual, and desirous of sex with women.", "Roger does not make any kind of guess as to why he is in the minority among the women of his \"harem.\"" ], [ "teleportation", "pulse manipulation", "thought transference", "superhuman strength" ], [ "He knows that Cass Gordon and his wife will both be transported to the fourth dimension.", "He knows that his wife will ultimately choose him over Cass Gordon.", "He knows that Cass Gordon and his wife will never get to be together.", "He knows that his wife will ultimately choose Cass Gordon over him." ], [ "In undesirable circumstances, it is best to remain guarded on the inside, but to display an agreeable, obedient, and non-threatening countenance.", "Be careful what you worship -- be it vanity, reputation, or money -- because if you make it the center of your world, you will always feel inadequate.", "All relationships are ultimately temporal due to three dimensional time and space -- it is only through the fourth dimension that true love can be achieved.", "Experimenting with living creatures -- regardless if it is for entertainment or research -- is unethical, and humans may one day find themselves as subjects." ], [ "They are adept at concealing themselves on Earth", "They represent the pinnacle of human evolution", "They have treated the captives with compassion", "They are bold enough to hunt humans in their own habitat" ] ]

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[ [ "directly to the long silver cigarette box on the coffee table. It was\n proof of homecoming to fill his lungs with smoke he could\nsmell\n. He", "portion. The wing on the left was white, with slim square pillars,\n reminiscent of scores of movie sets of the Deep South. That on the\n right was sundeck solar-house living-machine modern, something like a", "barrier, it looked more like a well-kept if bizarre little country\n estate. There was clipped lawn, a scattering of trees, even a clear\n little brook that chattered unending annoyance at the small stones", "It arrived before the meal, materializing against one of the seven\n walls of the roofless chamber. It was a large cabinet on slender", "He took another deep, lung-filling drag on his cigarette, looked around\n the room that was so important a part of his life. The three women back", "montage of shoeboxes. The wing hidden by the rest of the house was, he\n knew, spired, gabled and multicolored, like an ancient building in\n pre-Hitler Cracow.", "They walked toward the house.\nIt didn't look like a prison—or a cage. Within the dome of the", "He called it the training hall, not because it looked like a training\n hall but because that was its function. It didn't actually look like\n anything save some half-nourished dream a surrealist might have\n discarded as too nightmarish for belief.", "She shook her head and fright made twin stoplights of the rouge on her\n cheeks as she shut the door behind him. He went into the living room,", "\"There's no need for fright,\" he told her. \"I believe I still own this\n house.\" Then, \"When do you expect Mrs. Tennant?\"", "to see his wife again ... and maybe he could trick his way into not\n returning.\nThe maid who opened the door for him was new, although her eyes were", "Still looking frightened, she departed for the rear of the house.\n Tennant stared after her puzzledly until the kitchen door swung shut\n behind her. The club? What club?", "The front door was flung open and his diaphragm tightened at the\n remembered sound of Agatha's throaty laugh ... and tightened further", "might have been a well-kept if bizarre little country estate, but it\n wasn't. It was a prison, a cage.", "real ... his love for her, the food he ate, the things he touched, his\n house, his life....\nYour wife and a man are approaching the house.", "\"They never cry,\" the thin woman told him. \"But they grow—God, how\n they grow!\"", "\"Good,\" he said. \"Glad to hear it.\" He felt oddly embarrassed. He\n turned to Olga, broad, blonde and curiously vital, who sat perfectly", "that might have been canvas but was something else. The trees looked\n like trees, only their trunks were bark all the way through—except\n that it was not bark. The brook was practically water, but the small", "chin, the arch of nostril, the carmine fullness of lower lip, the\n swell of bosom above low-cut gown. And he no longer wanted any of it or\n of her. Cass Gordon—", "He was standing no more than four inches from this woman he had desired\n desperately for six years, and he no longer wanted her. He was acutely" ], [ "Tennant caught Dana looking at him and there was near approval in her\n expression—approval that faded quickly as soon as she caught his gaze\n upon her. The food arrived then and they sat down at the round table to", "\"Thanks, Eudalia,\" said Tennant. \"I think I can defend myself. But\n she's right, Dana. We're as helpless as—laboratory animals. They have\n the means to make us do whatever they want.\"", "captors had seen to that; it wasn't Eudalia's turn. Tennant said, \"I\n wish I could do something about this. I hate seeing Dana so bitter and", "\"Let's get the meal ordered,\" said Dana and they were all silent,\n thinking of what they wanted to eat but would not enjoy when it came.\n Tennant finished with his order, then got busy with his surprise.", "\"I don't even want to think about him,\" said Tennant. \"Let's get\n on with it.\" He could sense the restless stirring of the woman", "\"Good,\" said Tennant, fighting down his anger. He kissed her, held\n her close, although neither of them felt desire at the moment. Their", "\"Sorry,\" said Tennant. \"I've had my troubles, too.\" Agatha was scared\n stiff—of him. Probably with reason. He looked again at Cass Gordon and", "He stood over her and looked down until she turned away her reddening\n face. He said, \"So it's going to be you again, Dana. You'll be the\n first to come back for a second run.\"", "Now you are ready. We are going through at last.\nOpal was nervous, so much so that he revealed more than he intended.\n Or perhaps that was his intent; Tennant could never be sure. They were", "Tennant shrugged. \"I don't know. I've been thinking about it. I suppose\n it's because they're pretty human.\"", "Eudalia grinned at Tennant and, rising, did a sort of tap dance to the\n music, then whirled back into her chair, green dress ashimmer, and sank\n into it just to listen.", "going through to Tennant's own dimension. He wondered briefly just what\n his role was to be.", "It was his turn to freeze. Unbelieving, Tennant studied his successor.\n Cass Gordon—the\nman", "Tennant knew now why he was the only male human the captors had been\n able to take alive. Apparently, thanks to the rain-slick road, he had", "Her voice faded out as she saw Tennant standing there. She was wearing\n a white strapless gown, had a blue-red-and-gold Mandarin jacket slung", "and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet\n Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the\n auditory scale, just as perhaps they could smell, although not in any\n human sense.", "Waiting, Tennant tried not to think of his wife, of the fact that he\n hadn't seen her in—was it more than a year and a half on Earth? He", "within Dana, just as he could feel the stirring toward her within\n himself—desire that both of them loathed because it was implanted\n within them by their captors.", "Tennant wanted to put an encouraging hand on her shoulder, to say\n something that might cheer her up, for she was by far the youngest of", "Tennant wondered how she maintained it in place, for despite her recent\n double motherhood, she was almost flat of bosom. He asked her how she\n was feeling." ], [ "\"Thanks, Eudalia,\" said Tennant. \"I think I can defend myself. But\n she's right, Dana. We're as helpless as—laboratory animals. They have\n the means to make us do whatever they want.\"", "foods, with their cigarettes, with everything in their prison—or their\n cage. Their captors were utterly without a human conception of smell,\n living, apparently, in a world without odor at all.", "He was not free of them. He understood all too well what they wanted\n him to do; he was to play the Judas goat ... or rather the Judas ram,\n leading another victim to the fourth-dimensional pen.", "and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet\n Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the\n auditory scale, just as perhaps they could smell, although not in any\n human sense.", "within Dana, just as he could feel the stirring toward her within\n himself—desire that both of them loathed because it was implanted\n within them by their captors.", "might have been a well-kept if bizarre little country estate, but it\n wasn't. It was a prison, a cage.", "repetition before his workout was done. On Earth, dogs were said to be\n intellectually two-dimensional creatures. He wondered if they felt this\n helpless futility when their masters taught them to heel, to point, to", "probing investigation. Opal, like the rest of the captors, was as\n curious as a cat—or a human being.\nTennant sat against a wall, drenched with sweat. There would be endless", "the breeders, the trophy collectors. In the other\"—he shrugged—\"we're\n the trophies.\"\nThere was a long silence. They finished eating and then Dana stood up", "As in all of this strange universe, excepting the dome-cages in\n which the captives were held, the training hall followed no rules of", "He realized, shocked and scared, that his thoughts of escape had\n slipped past his mental censor, and he waited apprehensively for Opal", "\"Maybe,\" Eudalia conceded doubtfully. Then her eyes blazed. \"But the\n things they do—stuffing people, mounting their heads, keeping them on", "throat on the edge of a near-two-dimensional piece of paper. It took\n valor for them to hunt men in the world of men. In that fact lay a key\n to their character—if such utterly alien creatures could be said to", "as trophies. With women it was different—perhaps the captors' weapons,\n whatever they were, worked more efficiently on females. A difference in\n body chemistry or psychology, perhaps.", "Now you are ready. We are going through at last.\nOpal was nervous, so much so that he revealed more than he intended.\n Or perhaps that was his intent; Tennant could never be sure. They were", "Tennant knew now why he was the only male human the captors had been\n able to take alive. Apparently, thanks to the rain-slick road, he had", "The captor Tennant called\nOpal\ncame in through a far corner of", "The thought message from Opal crumbled his illusion of freedom. He sank\n down in a chair, trying to refuse to listen to the rest of the command:\nYou are to bring the man through the gateway with you. We want another", "But there was no pleasure in it, only a confirmation of his captor's\n power over him.", "captors had seen to that; it wasn't Eudalia's turn. Tennant said, \"I\n wish I could do something about this. I hate seeing Dana so bitter and" ], [ "\"We may be in the eleventh for all I know,\" he told her. \"But I'll\n settle for the fourth—a fourth dimension in space, if that makes", "\"Are we really in the fourth dimension?\" Dana asked. Of the three of\n them, she alone had more than a high-school education.", "They could be hurt, even killed by humans in a three-dimensional world.\n How? Tennant did not know. Perhaps as a man can cut finger or even", "\"Roger,\" repeated Tennant viciously. He felt sick with disgust. Maybe\n he should have expected a triangle, but somehow he hadn't. And here", "\"I'm not sure,\" he said thoughtfully. \"I think it's hard for them. They\n have a hell of a time bringing anyone through alive, and lately they\n haven't brought anyone through—not alive.\"", "the ceiling. He—if it was a he—was not large, although this,\n Tennant knew, meant nothing; Opal might extend thousands of yards in", "He was not free of them. He understood all too well what they wanted\n him to do; he was to play the Judas goat ... or rather the Judas ram,\n leading another victim to the fourth-dimensional pen.", "as trophies. With women it was different—perhaps the captors' weapons,\n whatever they were, worked more efficiently on females. A difference in\n body chemistry or psychology, perhaps.", "throat on the edge of a near-two-dimensional piece of paper. It took\n valor for them to hunt men in the world of men. In that fact lay a key\n to their character—if such utterly alien creatures could be said to", "Tennant knew now why he was the only male human the captors had been\n able to take alive. Apparently, thanks to the rain-slick road, he had", "Tennant shrugged. \"I don't know. I've been thinking about it. I suppose\n it's because they're pretty human.\"", "three-dimensional space. One wall looked normal for perhaps a third of\n its length, then it simply wasn't for a bit. It came back farther on\n at an impossible angle. Yet, walking along it, touching it, it felt", "different dimensions. We're adjusting. I can do a thing or two myself\n that seem absolutely impossible.\"", "He shook his head. \"No, Dana, you're not changing. You're adapting. We\n all are. We seem to be in a universe of different properties as well as", "display in their—their whatever they live in. You call that human,\n Rog?\"", "repetition before his workout was done. On Earth, dogs were said to be\n intellectually two-dimensional creatures. He wondered if they felt this\n helpless futility when their masters taught them to heel, to point, to", "You will approach without use of your appendages.\nThe command was as clear as if it had been spoken aloud. Tennant took a\n deep breath. He thought of the space beside Opal. It took about three", "and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet\n Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the\n auditory scale, just as perhaps they could smell, although not in any\n human sense.", "\"They never cry,\" the thin woman told him. \"But they grow—God, how\n they grow!\"", "Agatha looked at him over the rim of hers. \"Tell us, Rog. We have a\n right to know. I do, anyway.\"" ], [ "\"We may be in the eleventh for all I know,\" he told her. \"But I'll\n settle for the fourth—a fourth dimension in space, if that makes", "\"Are we really in the fourth dimension?\" Dana asked. Of the three of\n them, she alone had more than a high-school education.", "different dimensions. We're adjusting. I can do a thing or two myself\n that seem absolutely impossible.\"", "They could be hurt, even killed by humans in a three-dimensional world.\n How? Tennant did not know. Perhaps as a man can cut finger or even", "repetition before his workout was done. On Earth, dogs were said to be\n intellectually two-dimensional creatures. He wondered if they felt this\n helpless futility when their masters taught them to heel, to point, to", "You will approach without use of your appendages.\nThe command was as clear as if it had been spoken aloud. Tennant took a\n deep breath. He thought of the space beside Opal. It took about three", "He was not free of them. He understood all too well what they wanted\n him to do; he was to play the Judas goat ... or rather the Judas ram,\n leading another victim to the fourth-dimensional pen.", "three-dimensional space. One wall looked normal for perhaps a third of\n its length, then it simply wasn't for a bit. It came back farther on\n at an impossible angle. Yet, walking along it, touching it, it felt", "throat on the edge of a near-two-dimensional piece of paper. It took\n valor for them to hunt men in the world of men. In that fact lay a key\n to their character—if such utterly alien creatures could be said to", "and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet\n Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the\n auditory scale, just as perhaps they could smell, although not in any\n human sense.", "Tennant closed his eyes, willed himself to the front window. Now that\n he had mastered teleportation, it was incredible how much easier it was", "He shook his head. \"No, Dana, you're not changing. You're adapting. We\n all are. We seem to be in a universe of different properties as well as", "was apparent to his three-dimensional vision. The ceiling, where he\n could see it, was beyond description.", "\"They never cry,\" the thin woman told him. \"But they grow—God, how\n they grow!\"", "the ceiling. He—if it was a he—was not large, although this,\n Tennant knew, meant nothing; Opal might extend thousands of yards in", "Tennant knew now why he was the only male human the captors had been\n able to take alive. Apparently, thanks to the rain-slick road, he had", "As in all of this strange universe, excepting the dome-cages in\n which the captives were held, the training hall followed no rules of", "some unseen direction. He had no regular shape and much of him was\n iridescent and shot with constantly changing colors. Hence the name\n Opal.", "Surprisingly there had been a definite fear reaction. As nearly as he\n could understand, it had been like asking an African pygmy, armed with", "in his own world. He had covered the two miles from the gateway to the\n house in a mere seven jumps, the distance to the window in an instant." ], [ "\"Tristan and Isolde,\" said Tennant, grinning almost happily. \"Well,", "chin, the arch of nostril, the carmine fullness of lower lip, the\n swell of bosom above low-cut gown. And he no longer wanted any of it or\n of her. Cass Gordon—", "\"Roger,\" repeated Tennant viciously. He felt sick with disgust. Maybe\n he should have expected a triangle, but somehow he hadn't. And here", "\"You know, Cass,\" Tennant said quietly, \"I never for a moment dreamed\n it would be you.\"\n\n\n \"\nRoger!\n\" Agatha found her voice. \"You're\nalive\n!\"", "\"Sorry,\" said Tennant. \"I've had my troubles, too.\" Agatha was scared\n stiff—of him. Probably with reason. He looked again at Cass Gordon and", "\"You louse!\" said Cass Gordon, arching rib cage and nostrils. \"If you\n try to make trouble for Agatha, I can promise....\"", "\"I'm no stuffed-shirt and you know it.\" Cass' tone was peevish. \"But\n your idea of fun, Agatha, is pretty damn....\"", "\"Rog,\" she said and her voice trembled, \"what are we going to do? What\n do you\nwant\nto do?\"", "Agatha looked at him over the rim of hers. \"Tell us, Rog. We have a\n right to know. I do, anyway.\"", "\"Don't flatter yourself,\" she replied angrily. She sat up, pushed\n back her hair, got to her feet a trifle awkwardly because of the\n tight-fitting tubular gown. \"If I could do anything about it....\"", "exchanged with Cass. He turned away, knowing that she was imploring her\n lover to do something,\nanything\n, as long as it was safe.", "to see his wife again ... and maybe he could trick his way into not\n returning.\nThe maid who opened the door for him was new, although her eyes were", "\"You bastard,\" said Cass. \"You dirty bastard! You know what a wait like\n that could do to us.\"", "It was his turn to freeze. Unbelieving, Tennant studied his successor.\n Cass Gordon—the\nman", "He was standing no more than four inches from this woman he had desired\n desperately for six years, and he no longer wanted her. He was acutely", "\"\nRog!\n\" she cried softly when the music stopped. \"A radio and WZZX! Is\n it—are they—real?\"", "to Brahms or Debussy. Her eyes glowed with the salty brilliance of\n emotion and she was almost beautiful.", "It didn't have to be anybody at all. For it to be Cass Gordon was\n revolting.", "ask to come here any more than we did. He's got a wife back home. Maybe\n you want him to fall in love with you? Maybe you're jealous because", "\"Where in hell\nhave\nyou been, Rog?\" Gordon's tone was almost" ], [ "\"They never cry,\" the thin woman told him. \"But they grow—God, how\n they grow!\"", "He was standing no more than four inches from this woman he had desired\n desperately for six years, and he no longer wanted her. He was acutely", "the breeders, the trophy collectors. In the other\"—he shrugged—\"we're\n the trophies.\"\nThere was a long silence. They finished eating and then Dana stood up", "throat on the edge of a near-two-dimensional piece of paper. It took\n valor for them to hunt men in the world of men. In that fact lay a key\n to their character—if such utterly alien creatures could be said to", "\"Don't flatter yourself,\" she replied angrily. She sat up, pushed\n back her hair, got to her feet a trifle awkwardly because of the\n tight-fitting tubular gown. \"If I could do anything about it....\"", "He stood over her and looked down until she turned away her reddening\n face. He said, \"So it's going to be you again, Dana. You'll be the\n first to come back for a second run.\"", "only garment to make sure that they were on properly. They were. He had\n thought them up in a moment of utter boredom and they were extremely", "Now you are ready. We are going through at last.\nOpal was nervous, so much so that he revealed more than he intended.\n Or perhaps that was his intent; Tennant could never be sure. They were", "run the sedan into a tree at the foot of the hill beyond the river. He\n had been sitting there, unconscious, ripe fruit on their doorstep. They\n had simply picked him up.", "\"You thought those up while we ate,\" he said. It annoyed him to be\n copied, though he did not know why. She laughed at him silently, tossed", ". He\n took another drag, saw the maid still in the doorway, staring.", "\"Maybe,\" Eudalia conceded doubtfully. Then her eyes blazed. \"But the\n things they do—stuffing people, mounting their heads, keeping them on", "He took another deep, lung-filling drag on his cigarette, looked around\n the room that was so important a part of his life. The three women back", "It arrived before the meal, materializing against one of the seven\n walls of the roofless chamber. It was a large cabinet on slender", "directly to the long silver cigarette box on the coffee table. It was\n proof of homecoming to fill his lungs with smoke he could\nsmell\n. He", "\"Good,\" he said. \"Glad to hear it.\" He felt oddly embarrassed. He\n turned to Olga, broad, blonde and curiously vital, who sat perfectly", "repetition before his workout was done. On Earth, dogs were said to be\n intellectually two-dimensional creatures. He wondered if they felt this\n helpless futility when their masters taught them to heel, to point, to", "real ... his love for her, the food he ate, the things he touched, his\n house, his life....\nYour wife and a man are approaching the house.", "some unseen direction. He had no regular shape and much of him was\n iridescent and shot with constantly changing colors. Hence the name\n Opal.", "him, her lovely face lifted to be kissed, and his heart lurched like an\n adolescent's. This hunger was real, not implanted. Everything would be" ], [ "Tennant knew now why he was the only male human the captors had been\n able to take alive. Apparently, thanks to the rain-slick road, he had", "\"Roger,\" repeated Tennant viciously. He felt sick with disgust. Maybe\n he should have expected a triangle, but somehow he hadn't. And here", "and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet\n Tennant suspected that the captors could hear somewhere along the\n auditory scale, just as perhaps they could smell, although not in any\n human sense.", "\"You know, Cass,\" Tennant said quietly, \"I never for a moment dreamed\n it would be you.\"\n\n\n \"\nRoger!\n\" Agatha found her voice. \"You're\nalive\n!\"", "Not, of course, anything that would endanger his remaining with Agatha;\n the only way his captors would get him back would be as a taxidermist's\n specimen.", "comfortable. However, the near-Buchanan tartan did not crease or even\n wrinkle when he moved. Their captors had no idea of how a woven design\n should behave.", "throat on the edge of a near-two-dimensional piece of paper. It took\n valor for them to hunt men in the world of men. In that fact lay a key\n to their character—if such utterly alien creatures could be said to", "Agatha looked at him over the rim of hers. \"Tell us, Rog. We have a\n right to know. I do, anyway.\"", "\"I'm not sure,\" he said thoughtfully. \"I think it's hard for them. They\n have a hell of a time bringing anyone through alive, and lately they\n haven't brought anyone through—not alive.\"", "captors had seen to that; it wasn't Eudalia's turn. Tennant said, \"I\n wish I could do something about this. I hate seeing Dana so bitter and", "Eudalia laid down her fork with a clatter and regarded Dana\n disapprovingly. \"Why take it out on Rog?\" she asked bluntly. \"He didn't", "the three female captives, barely nineteen. But with the eyes of the\n other two, especially Dana, upon him, he could not.", "\"Rog,\" she said and her voice trembled, \"what are we going to do? What\n do you\nwant\nto do?\"", "as trophies. With women it was different—perhaps the captors' weapons,\n whatever they were, worked more efficiently on females. A difference in\n body chemistry or psychology, perhaps.", "\"Good,\" he said. \"Glad to hear it.\" He felt oddly embarrassed. He\n turned to Olga, broad, blonde and curiously vital, who sat perfectly", "found that he suddenly didn't care. She couldn't say it was loneliness.\n Women have waited longer than eighteen months. He would have if his\n captors had let him.", "\"Maybe,\" Eudalia conceded doubtfully. Then her eyes blazed. \"But the\n things they do—stuffing people, mounting their heads, keeping them on", "\"\nRog!\n\" she cried softly when the music stopped. \"A radio and WZZX! Is\n it—are they—real?\"", "\"Where in hell\nhave\nyou been, Rog?\" Gordon's tone was almost", "Tennant shrugged. \"I don't know. I've been thinking about it. I suppose\n it's because they're pretty human.\"" ] ]

[ "The film review author gives all of the following reasons for his negative critique toward \"Unmade Beds\" EXCEPT that:", "How does Barker view his own film?", "What is ironic about \"Unmade Beds\" rejection from larger US distributors?", "The author believes that a/an ________ audience will enjoy the film \"Unmade Beds.\"", "According to the author of the review of \"Unmade Beds,\" which of the four main characters is the least programmatic?", "What is the author's strongest critique of Barker's directorial style?", "What, according to the author, is the main flaw of The Slums of Beverly Hills?", "How does the author compare Macnee's performance to Fiennes' performance in The Avengers?", "Of the films reviewed, which one received the most positive criticism?" ]

[ [ "he believes the director has taken too many liberties to bend the characters to his own perceptions of them", "he believes its scripted nature does not qualify it as a true documentary film", "he believes the characters to be so vulgar that the audience cannot empathize with them", "he believes the director does not ultimately communicate the more profound truths about society" ], [ "He considers the film to be an original, unprecedented view of the human psyche", "He realizes that his characters likely don't represent the average single person", "He feels justified in bending the truth about his characters in order to depict a more important point to his audience", "He knows that the rejection of his film by US distributors is part of the larger hypocrisy he is trying to reveal " ], [ "Larger theaters won't show \"Unmade Beds\" despite the fact that they show many similar films with less public contention", "In overcoming criticism from larger US distributors, the four main characters of the film finally receive the redemption they've been seeking", "Smaller theaters will likely feature \"Unmade Beds\" merely for its controversial nature", "Its rejection from US distributors is a reflection of how American society spurns the film's four main characters" ], [ "voyeuristic", "insensitive", "crude", "empathetic" ], [ "Michael", "Aimee", "Mikey", "Brenda" ], [ "The drafted nature of Barker's characters' speech is inconsistent with his claims of the film being categorized as a documentary", "The film does not include enough monologues from each of the four characters to be considered a documentary, and instead relies predominantly on voice-over narration", "Barker attempts to capitalize on western society's simultaneous intrigue and revulsion with vile characters who live at the margins", "Barker's juxtaposition of the sympathetic with the distasteful does not match up with the actual lived realities of the four main characters featured in the film" ], [ "The female characters are reduced to naive, sex-obsessed girls, when they are much more complex in reality", "The director too obviously uses the film as an outlet for resolving her own childhood devastations", "It is difficult for the audience to make sense of the director's absurd juxtapositions", "The audience never gets to see the children interact within the context that motivates their father to uproot their lives" ], [ "Macnee feels more natural in the role while Fiennes' feels like a buffoon", "Macnee takes the role more seriously while Fiennes trivializes the script", "Macnee's performance is authentic while Fiennes' performance is too rehearsed", "Macnee's performance is timeless while Fiennes' performance tries to be modern for the sake of being modern" ], [ "There's Something About Mary", "Unmade Beds", "The Slums of Beverly Hills", "The Avengers (new version)" ] ]

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You can imagine the director composing a", "director, has an eye for absurd juxtapositions that was obviously", "to a cackling-punk defiance. The movie tracks four aging", "feature film,\" has proudly worn its mongrel status as a", "our own self-delusions. But Barker hasn't concocted a larger" ], [ "our own self-delusions. But Barker hasn't concocted a larger", "for him, however, Barker is careful to include a homophobic", "movie is meant to be prescriptive, that Barker intends for", "Barker goes on, \"I'm quite happy to tell lies about", "as she does on-screen), Barker brushed the truth aside as", "saw. Calling his own film \"an exercise in mendacity,\"", "bares them for Barker's camera, jabbering about her body", "Barker might have", "dicks. Weird, huh? What Barker leaves out (it's in", "before going to work for BBC Television, Barker clearly made", "itself to documentary filmmakers after the fact, when they go", "are Barker's \"larger dramatic truths\"? Single people in big", "films, but in this case I think they did the", "insight--and then, hey, he's a documentarian.", "turns out to be the film's most sympathetic subject--by a", "went wrong. He dramatizes right up to the point where", "Unmade Beds , Nicholas Barker's \" 'real life' feature", "director, has an eye for absurd juxtapositions that was obviously", "then, a documentary film comes along that makes us re-examine", "that this film upset me so much that I really" ], [ "by U.S. distributors, Unmade Beds opened two weeks ago", "the decent thing. Unmade Beds isn't just bad--it's", "Unmade Beds might make a good date movie. There's", "Unmade Beds , Nicholas Barker's \" 'real life' feature", "about it. The larger dramatic truth is that Michael has", "see distributors proved wrong about the merits of \"difficult\" films,", "our own self-delusions. But Barker hasn't concocted a larger", "saw. Calling his own film \"an exercise in mendacity,\"", "difficult, because men are always showing her their dicks (\"I'm", "because her egregiously unsuccessful father (Alan Arkin) wants them", "dicks. Weird, huh? What Barker leaves out (it's in", "Nor, presumably, does she show them her breasts--although she bares", "up to two dicks a day\"). They meet her and,", "sends them back into their van, cruising past the movie", "ago in a small screening room in downtown Manhattan, where", "inspection. The scenes with friends and confidantes have a crude,", "(Carl Reiner), volunteers to take in his vaguely schizzy,", "went wrong. He dramatizes right up to the point where", "challenged. The outrage it has prompted isn't the Puritan kind;", "being shuttled with her two brothers from one cheap dive" ], [ "Unmade Beds might make a good date movie. There's", "the decent thing. 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The larger dramatic truth is that Michael has", "nothing has been left to chance. The director selected his", "beneath him! When he sputters lines like \"Time to die!\"" ], [ "The Slums of Beverly Hills never gels, but it", "The Slums of", "out the source of its appeal. Opening with a slapstick", "Her protagonist (Natasha Lyonne) spends her teen-age years being", "went wrong. He dramatizes right up to the point where", "because her egregiously unsuccessful father (Alan Arkin) wants them", "our own self-delusions. But Barker hasn't concocted a larger", "about it. The larger dramatic truth is that Michael has", "(Carl Reiner), volunteers to take in his vaguely schizzy,", "autobiographical monologue. Tamara Jenkins, the writer and first-time director,", "saw. Calling his own film \"an exercise in mendacity,\"", "of Beverly Hills also walks a line between two genres,", "inspection. The scenes with friends and confidantes have a crude,", "the decent thing. Unmade Beds isn't just bad--it's", "dicks. Weird, huh? What Barker leaves out (it's in", "in a New York Observer article) is that Brenda, a", "Barker goes on, \"I'm quite happy to tell lies about", "difficult, because men are always showing her their dicks (\"I'm", "for him, however, Barker is careful to include a homophobic", "Dirty Laundry" ], [ "original Steed, Patrick Macnee, was to the English Men's", "slapstick sequence of agent John Steed (Ralph Fiennes) doing", "and MacPherson's idea of banter is to have the pair", "episode of the old Avengers , let alone sussed out", "in which he meets Mrs. Peel (Uma Thurman) while", "think Connery once found the Bond films so far beneath", "something reassuring about the fact that The Avengers is so", "went wrong. He dramatizes right up to the point where", "Men's Club born, Fiennes is an eternal caddie. The", "die!\" one imagines Dr. No, Goldfinger, and Blofeld snickering", "know who the credited screenwriter, Don MacPherson, is, but", "beneath him! When he sputters lines like \"Time to die!\"", "saw. Calling his own film \"an exercise in mendacity,\"", "about it. The larger dramatic truth is that Michael has", "inspection. The scenes with friends and confidantes have a crude,", "(Carl Reiner), volunteers to take in his vaguely schizzy,", "films, but in this case I think they did the", "Latinish gibberish, but Jenkins never lets the proceedings get too", "lighted) and reminding them, \"In this scene she points out", "out the source of its appeal. Opening with a slapstick" ], [ "films, but in this case I think they did the", "turns out to be the film's most sympathetic subject--by a", "look. Big news. One could argue, charitably, that the movie", "saw. Calling his own film \"an exercise in mendacity,\"", "good few months at the movies. Even the commercial swill", "even Godzilla was fun to jeer at. And there's something", "and Saving Private Ryan and Return to Paradise were Vitalis", "feature film,\" has proudly worn its mongrel status as a", "then, a documentary film comes along that makes us re-examine", "that this film upset me so much that I really", "life after Sundance. Sure, we had stinkers, but even", "inspection. The scenes with friends and confidantes have a crude,", "where it proceeded to set box office records and generate", "see distributors proved wrong about the merits of \"difficult\" films,", "generate lots of (largely favorable) press. In part due to", "to a cackling-punk defiance. The movie tracks four aging", "Halloween: H20 ) has been of a high grade, and", "way, There's Something About Mary . And, on the indie", "Unmade Beds might make a good date movie. There's", "from all the warm weather escapism. Out of Sight was" ] ]

[ "Why has Infield attached a lightning rod to his head?", "What separate Infield and Morgan from the Normals? ", "What does it mean to be Cured?", "What is the major drawback of issuing a cure to each person?", "All of the following terms describe how Infield would characterize Price EXCEPT for:", "What is the significance of the restaurant's stained table cloth?", "What is normal about the Incompletes?", "What is a major theme of the story?" ]

[ [ "He needs it in order to survive the elements", "He wants to go back to being an Incomplete", "He is conducting an experiment involving electricity", "He believes it has cured him of his fear" ], [ "The Normals are cannibalistic", "The Normals are uncured", "The Normals are socially repulsive", "The Normals are delusional" ], [ "Cured humans are genetically superior to Normal humans", "Cured humans have received an intervention for their phobia", "Cured humans are allowed to reproduce while Normals aren't", "Cured humans are fearless while Normals live their lives in fear" ], [ "They may develop additional fears and require additional cures", "The psychiatrist prescribing the cure is the only one who can control it", "The cures all include an option that would kill its wearer", "The cures are all costly placebos" ], [ "reckless", "self-absorbed", "fanatic", "hazardous" ], [ "Only the cured people are allowed to dine in fine restaurants, but 'fine' is a loose term", "Table cloths, like cures, can easily be switched out and cleaned (repaired) in order to appear flawless", "They represent the stain that cure development has made on social progress", "Like the cure, it obscures up a symptom but fails to address the root problem" ], [ "They are only partially cured", "They still live with a specific fear", "They do not possess any phobias", "They are easily manipulated" ], [ "Placebos can be just as powerful as engineered medications and cures", "Not every illness should be cured through a western, pathology-focused approach to healing", "The more people believe there is something 'wrong' with them, the greater lengths they will go to hide or repair their 'flaws'", "Sometimes a 'cure' can end up causing more distress and pain than living with an affliction" ] ]

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[ [ "Infield realized that he had gone mad as he held the thin blade high\n overhead, but he did need some kind of lightning rod. Price (who was", "Henry Infield placed the insulated circlet on his head gently. The\n gleaming rod extended above his head about a foot, the wires from it\n leading down into his collar, along his spine and finally out his pants", "Infield looked up and saw the lightning reflected on the blade of a\n thin knife. Infield reached toward it more in fascination than fear. He", "Running down the streets that were tunnels of shining tar, running into\n the knifing ice bristles of the rain, Henry Infield realized that he\n was very frightened of the lightning.", "\"Mr. Infield went out without his Cure in a storm and was struck by\n lightning. We took him to the morgue. He must have been crazy to go\n out without his Cure.\"", "\"I'll show you.\" He took off the circlet with the lightning rod and\n yanked at the wire running down into his collar. The new-old excitement", "Morgan exhaled. Poor Infield. But it wasn't the lightning that killed\n him, of course. Morgan adjusted the soundproofing plugs in his ears,", "Morgan took his foot off the chair behind the desk and sat down.\n \"Suppose they were soaked through and you were standing on a metal\n plate—steps or a manhole cover—what good would your lightning rod do\n you then?\"", "There is no action without a reason, he knew from the old neglected\n books. He had had a latent fear of lightning when he chose the\n lightning rod Cure. He could have picked a safety belt or foetic gyro\n just as well.", "thinking that you did have to have quite a bit of light to read lips.\n The thunder, naturally, was what had killed Infield. Loud noise—any", "Mouse-hair yelled hoarsely, \"Uncouple it, Davies! Can't you see the\n guy's got a lightning rod? You're grounding him!", "lightning rod, his face changing when he realized it must be some kind\n of Cure. \"Pardon me,\" he said warmly.", "The lightning hit him first.\nReggie squinted under the bandage at the lettering on the door that", "A young man with black glasses and a radar headset (a photophobe) was\n unable to keep from being pushed against Infield. He sounded out the", "Infield sighed. At least this device kept the man on his feet, doing\n some kind of useful work instead of rotting in a padded cell with a", "The man's face paled so fast, Infield thought for an instant that he\n was going to faint. \"All right. I'll risk it.\" He touched the side of\n his face away from the psychiatrist.", "Infield felt cold inside. After a time, he found that the roaring was\n not just in his head. It was thundering outside. He was getting sick.", "\"Maybe it is,\" Infield said softly. \"You could take the shock if he\n downed that drink and the shock might do you good.\"", "Under the mousy hair, Price's strong features were beginning to gleam\n moistly. \"You are lucky in one way, Mr. Infield. People take one look", "\"Mr. Morgan, your partner, Mr. Infield, he—\"\n\n\n \"Just a moment.\" Morgan switched on the room lights. \"What were you\n saying?\"" ], [ "\"I forgot. You haven't been one of us long. The Incompletes is a truer\n name for the so-called Normals. Have you ever thought of just how\n dangerous these people are, Mr. Infield?\"", "It was the first time in years that anyone had apologized to Infield\n for anything. He had been one of those condemned Normals, more to be", "\"Mr. Morgan, your partner, Mr. Infield, he—\"\n\n\n \"Just a moment.\" Morgan switched on the room lights. \"What were you\n saying?\"", "Morgan exhaled. Poor Infield. But it wasn't the lightning that killed\n him, of course. Morgan adjusted the soundproofing plugs in his ears,", "The girl turned to Infield. \"You're one of us, but you're new, so you", "sporting a Mom-voice hearing aid and was afraid of raising her ire. He\n cleared his throat, noticing the affectation of it. \"My name's Infield.\"", "said INFIELD & MORGAN and opened the door. He ran across the room to\n the man sitting at the desk, reading by the swivel light.", "Under the mousy hair, Price's strong features were beginning to gleam\n moistly. \"You are lucky in one way, Mr. Infield. People take one look", "Infield looked up self-consciously and noticed that they had crossed\n two streets from his building and were standing in front of what\n appeared to be a small, dingy cafe. He followed Price through the\n screeching screen door.", "They were all looking at Infield. Somehow he felt this represented a\n critical point in history. It was up to him which turn the world took,", "Morgan shook his thick head, ruffling his thinning red hair. \"I dunno,\n Henry, but staying on our side is a pretty good way to keep sane and\n that's quite an accomplishment these days.\"", "The other turned to Infield. \"He was unconscious on his feet,\" he\n explained. \"He never knew he fell.\"", "The young man's eyes almost seemed to narrow, although his face didn't\n move; he merely radiated narrowed eyes. \"How long have you been Cured?\"\n\n\n \"Not—not long,\" Infield evaded.", "Price fumbled with the cigarette stub in the black iron ashtray,\n examining it with the skill of scientific observation. \"Mr. Infield is\n buying me the drink and that makes it different.\"", "Infield hit the big man behind the ear. He dropped the bottle and fell\n over sideways on the floor. Fear and hate mingled in his eyes as he\n looked up at Infield.", "Morgan said, \"You can't do it, Henry. You're crossing the line. The\n people we treat are on one side of the line and we're on the other. If", "floor, and all the others to the table behind Infield. Davies released\n all lines except those on Price, and then threw himself backward,\n dragging Price out of his chair and onto the floor. Davies didn't mind", "Infield wasn't a large man, but he had pressed two hundred and fifty\n many times in gym. He grabbed Davies' belt with both hands and lifted\n him about six inches off the floor.", "\"No. No, you aren't.\" Infield felt an excitement pounding through him,\n same as when he had diagnosed his first case. No, better than that.", "Infield leaned on the desk and glared. \"I called myself a psychiatrist\n once. But now I know we're semi-mechanics, semi-engineers," ], [ "The young man's eyes almost seemed to narrow, although his face didn't\n move; he merely radiated narrowed eyes. \"How long have you been Cured?\"\n\n\n \"Not—not long,\" Infield evaded.", "Price stared at him as if he were a padded-cell case. \"That's\n different. I'd be a hopeless drunk without the Cure. Besides, no one\n ever gets rid of a Cure.\"", "and endanger other people. The only safe, good sound citizens are\n Cured. Those lacking Cures—the Incompletes—\nmust be dealt with\n.\"", "He could picture an entirely Cured world and he didn't like the view.\n Every Cure cut down on the mental and physical abilities of the patient\n as it was, whether Morgan and the others admitted it or not. But if", "The other glanced around the street. He moistened his lips and spoke\n slowly. \"Do you think you might be interested in joining a fraternal\n organization of the Cured?\"", "the world as represented by these four Cured people. \"I'm afraid I'm\n for\nless\nCures instead of more, Price. Look, if I can show you that", "affectations. \"You were telling me about some organization of the\n Cured,\" he said as a reminder.\nPrice looked up, no longer interested in the relic of a cigarette. He", "psychiatrists are sensitive about wearing Cures themselves, but it is a\n mark of honor of the completely sane man. You should be proud of your\n Cure and eager to Cure others.\nVery", "your office for a Cure and you turn them away. Suppose you and the\n other Cured psychiatrists give\neverybody\nwho comes to you a Cure?\"", "cure anything. Eventually the savage dies—just as all those sick\n savages out in the street will die unless we can cure the disease, not\n only the indications.\"", "\"You'll feel differently after you've been Cured for a while yourself.\n Other psychiatrists have.\"", "A Cure was a last resort, dope for a malignancy case, euthanasia for\n the hopeless. Enforced Cures would be a curse for the individual and\n the race.", "\"You were explaining,\" the psychiatrist said. \"You were going to tell\n me how you were going to Cure the Incompletes.\"", "\"Mr. Infield went out without his Cure in a storm and was struck by\n lightning. We took him to the morgue. He must have been crazy to go\n out without his Cure.\"", "\"Now,\" he said, \"I am going out in that rain storm. There's thunder and\n lightning out there. I'm afraid, but I can get along without a Cure and\n so can you.\"", "Morgan smiled. \"You know, Henry, not all of our Cures are so—so—not\n all are like that. Those Cures for mother complexes aren't even", "Price started to glance around the cafe, then half-shrugged, almost\n visibly thinking that he shouldn't run that routine into the ground.\n \"We'll Cure them whether they want to be Cured or not—for their own\n good.\"", "Reggie went out. \"Yes, sir. He was struck by lightning, struck dead. He\n must have been crazy to leave his Cure....\" The door closed.", "\"That taste of liquor didn't kill you, Price. Nothing terrible\n happened. You could find some way to get rid of that Cure.\"", "right behind him, gaining) had been right. No one could discard a Cure.\n He watched the lightning play its light on the blade of his Cure and he\n knew that Price was going to kill him in the next moment." ], [ "your office for a Cure and you turn them away. Suppose you and the\n other Cured psychiatrists give\neverybody\nwho comes to you a Cure?\"", "and endanger other people. The only safe, good sound citizens are\n Cured. Those lacking Cures—the Incompletes—\nmust be dealt with\n.\"", "He could picture an entirely Cured world and he didn't like the view.\n Every Cure cut down on the mental and physical abilities of the patient\n as it was, whether Morgan and the others admitted it or not. But if", "A Cure was a last resort, dope for a malignancy case, euthanasia for\n the hopeless. Enforced Cures would be a curse for the individual and\n the race.", "Price stared at him as if he were a padded-cell case. \"That's\n different. I'd be a hopeless drunk without the Cure. Besides, no one\n ever gets rid of a Cure.\"", "cure anything. Eventually the savage dies—just as all those sick\n savages out in the street will die unless we can cure the disease, not\n only the indications.\"", "psychiatrists are sensitive about wearing Cures themselves, but it is a\n mark of honor of the completely sane man. You should be proud of your\n Cure and eager to Cure others.\nVery", "Price leaned forward. \"There is one phobia that is so wide-spread, a\n Cure is not even thought of—hypochondria. Hundreds of people come to", "the world as represented by these four Cured people. \"I'm afraid I'm\n for\nless\nCures instead of more, Price. Look, if I can show you that", "Price started to glance around the cafe, then half-shrugged, almost\n visibly thinking that he shouldn't run that routine into the ground.\n \"We'll Cure them whether they want to be Cured or not—for their own\n good.\"", "The only cure we have for that is still a strait jacket, a padded cell\n or one of those inhuman lobotomies.\"", "have them for generations, everyone who didn't have one developed a\n defense mechanism and an aberration so they would be normal. If that\n phobia isn't brought to the surface and Cured, it may arise any time", "People would start needing two Cures—perhaps a foetic gyro and a\n safety belt—then another and another. There would always be a crutch", "\"You'll feel differently after you've been Cured for a while yourself.\n Other psychiatrists have.\"", "to lean on for one thing and then room enough to develop something\n else—until everyone would be loaded down with too many Cures to\n operate.", "along. Do you know that what we are doing is really the most primitive\n medicine in the world? We are treating the symptoms and not the\n disease. One cannibal walking another with sleeping sickness doesn't", "\"You were explaining,\" the psychiatrist said. \"You were going to tell\n me how you were going to Cure the Incompletes.\"", "Price was the type of man who could spread his ideas throughout the\n ranks of the Cured—if indeed the plot was not already universal,\n imposed upon many ill minds.", "\"It's a cure for alcoholism,\" Price told him. \"It runs a constant blood\n check to see that the alcohol level doesn't go over the sobriety limit.\"\n\n\n \"What happens if you take one too many?\"", "\"Now,\" he said, \"I am going out in that rain storm. There's thunder and\n lightning out there. I'm afraid, but I can get along without a Cure and\n so can you.\"" ], [ "Infield nodded. Price was a demagogue, young, handsome, dynamic,\n likable, impassioned with his cause, and convinced that it was his", "Under the mousy hair, Price's strong features were beginning to gleam\n moistly. \"You are lucky in one way, Mr. Infield. People take one look", "floor, and all the others to the table behind Infield. Davies released\n all lines except those on Price, and then threw himself backward,\n dragging Price out of his chair and onto the floor. Davies didn't mind", "Price fumbled with the cigarette stub in the black iron ashtray,\n examining it with the skill of scientific observation. \"Mr. Infield is\n buying me the drink and that makes it different.\"", "Price probably would never get crazed enough for liquor to kill\n himself, Infield knew. The threat of death would keep him constantly", "Price set the direction and Infield fell in at his side. \"Look, if you\n don't drink, I'll buy you a cup of coffee. It was just a suggestion.\"", "Reggie's heavy hand sat a straight bourbon down before Price and\n another before Infield. Price stared at the drink almost without\n comprehension of how it came to be. He started to sweat.\n\n\n \"George, drink it.\"", "Infield looked up self-consciously and noticed that they had crossed\n two streets from his building and were standing in front of what\n appeared to be a small, dingy cafe. He followed Price through the\n screeching screen door.", "Price grinned. Infield didn't recognize its smugness at the time.", "Infield's throat went dry. \"And you're the one to deal with them?\"\n\n\n \"It's my Destiny.\" Price quickly added, \"And yours, too, of course.\"", "Before Infield could speak, a stubble-faced, barrel-chested man moved\n past their table. He wore a safety belt. It was the man Price had", "\"Perhaps you don't see how it could be done,\" Price said. \"I'll\n explain.\"", "Price wiped the sweat off his palms. Infield sat and thought. Mrs.\n Price cooed to the rag doll, unmindful of either of them now.", "\"Price,\" the other answered absently. \"George Price. I suppose they\n have liquor at the Club. We can have a\ndrink\nthere, I guess.\"", "Infield realized that he had gone mad as he held the thin blade high\n overhead, but he did need some kind of lightning rod. Price (who was", "Price stared at him as if he were a padded-cell case. \"That's\n different. I'd be a hopeless drunk without the Cure. Besides, no one\n ever gets rid of a Cure.\"", "Infield hit the big man behind the ear. He dropped the bottle and fell\n over sideways on the floor. Fear and hate mingled in his eyes as he\n looked up at Infield.", "Reggie went away. Price kept dissecting the tobacco and paper. Infield\n cleared his throat and again reminded himself against such obvious", "Price started to glance around the cafe, then half-shrugged, almost\n visibly thinking that he shouldn't run that routine into the ground.\n \"We'll Cure them whether they want to be Cured or not—for their own\n good.\"", "The other turned to Infield. \"He was unconscious on his feet,\" he\n explained. \"He never knew he fell.\"" ], [ "They seated themselves at a small table with a red-checked cloth.\n Infield wondered why cheap bars and restaurants always used red-checked", "A fat man who smelled of the grease and alcohol of the tablecloths\n shuffled up to them with a towel on his arm, staring ahead of him at\n some point in time rather than space.", "Infield looked up self-consciously and noticed that they had crossed\n two streets from his building and were standing in front of what\n appeared to be a small, dingy cafe. He followed Price through the\n screeching screen door.", "cloths. Then he looked closer and discovered the reason. They did a\n remarkably good job of camouflaging the spots of grease and alcohol.", "Before Infield could speak, a stubble-faced, barrel-chested man moved\n past their table. He wore a safety belt. It was the man Price had", "floor, and all the others to the table behind Infield. Davies released\n all lines except those on Price, and then threw himself backward,\n dragging Price out of his chair and onto the floor. Davies didn't mind", "Price fumbled with the cigarette stub in the black iron ashtray,\n examining it with the skill of scientific observation. \"Mr. Infield is\n buying me the drink and that makes it different.\"", "was suddenly intensely interested and intensely observant of the rest\n of the cafe. \"Was I? I was? Well, suppose you tell me something. What\n do you really think of the Incompletes?\"", "\"But, Georgie,\" the waiter complained, \"you know you won't drink it.\n You ask me to bring you drinks and then you just look at them. Boy, do", "erect by holding to Reggie's arm. Staggering to his feet, he remembered\n what he must do and slashed at the waiter's head. A gash streaked", "been very simple. It wasn't even a mechanized half-human robot, just a\n rag doll. She sat down at the table.", "one hand, brushing off rain drops with the other. He stopped beside\n Price and glared. Price leaned back. The chair creaked. Mrs. Price kept\n cooing to the doll.", "affectations. \"You were telling me about some organization of the\n Cured,\" he said as a reminder.\nPrice looked up, no longer interested in the relic of a cigarette. He", "Suddenly, Davies triggered his safety belt. At close range, before\n the lines could fan out in a radius, all the lines in front attached\n themselves to Price, the ones at each side clung to their table and the", "The sickness overcame him. He sat down on Morgan's desk. \"That's just\n one thing, the gyro ball. There are so many others, so many.\"", "The small man looked out the large window, blinking myopically at the\n brassy sunlight. \"That's just it, Clyde. There is a line between us,", "across the man's brow and blood poured into his eyes. He screamed. \"I\n can't see the words!\"", "Before Infield could move, Reggie came and set both drinks on a little\n circular tray. He moved away. \"I knew it. That's all he did, just look\n at the drink. Makes me laugh.\"", "Under the mousy hair, Price's strong features were beginning to gleam\n moistly. \"You are lucky in one way, Mr. Infield. People take one look", "Infield looked up and saw the lightning reflected on the blade of a\n thin knife. Infield reached toward it more in fascination than fear. He" ], [ "\"I forgot. You haven't been one of us long. The Incompletes is a truer\n name for the so-called Normals. Have you ever thought of just how\n dangerous these people are, Mr. Infield?\"", "\"You were explaining,\" the psychiatrist said. \"You were going to tell\n me how you were going to Cure the Incompletes.\"", "and endanger other people. The only safe, good sound citizens are\n Cured. Those lacking Cures—the Incompletes—\nmust be dealt with\n.\"", "was suddenly intensely interested and intensely observant of the rest\n of the cafe. \"Was I? I was? Well, suppose you tell me something. What\n do you really think of the Incompletes?\"", "\"How are we going to deal with the Incompletes?\" Infield asked.", "half-humorously, it was surprising to see a Normal—an \"Incomplete.\"\n But then he noticed something about the baby she carried. The Cure had", "noise—that would do it every time. Too bad Infield had never really\n stopped being one of the Incompletes. Dangerous people. He would have\n to deal with them.", "It was the first time in years that anyone had apologized to Infield\n for anything. He had been one of those condemned Normals, more to be", "The young man's eyes almost seemed to narrow, although his face didn't\n move; he merely radiated narrowed eyes. \"How long have you been Cured?\"\n\n\n \"Not—not long,\" Infield evaded.", "have them for generations, everyone who didn't have one developed a\n defense mechanism and an aberration so they would be normal. If that\n phobia isn't brought to the surface and Cured, it may arise any time", "\"You don't understand. Everyone has some little phobia or fixation.\n Maybe everyone didn't have one once, but after being told they did", "\"Mr. Infield went out without his Cure in a storm and was struck by\n lightning. We took him to the morgue. He must have been crazy to go\n out without his Cure.\"", "The other turned to Infield. \"He was unconscious on his feet,\" he\n explained. \"He never knew he fell.\"", "The man's face paled so fast, Infield thought for an instant that he\n was going to faint. \"All right. I'll risk it.\" He touched the side of\n his face away from the psychiatrist.", "Price fumbled with the cigarette stub in the black iron ashtray,\n examining it with the skill of scientific observation. \"Mr. Infield is\n buying me the drink and that makes it different.\"", "psychiatrists are sensitive about wearing Cures themselves, but it is a\n mark of honor of the completely sane man. You should be proud of your\n Cure and eager to Cure others.\nVery", "He walked along, buffeted by the crowd, carried along in this\n direction, shoved back in that direction. Most people in the crowd\n seemed to be Normals, but you couldn't tell. Many \"Cures\" were not\n readily apparent.", "The girl turned to Infield. \"You're one of us, but you're new, so you", "Price stared at him as if he were a padded-cell case. \"That's\n different. I'd be a hopeless drunk without the Cure. Besides, no one\n ever gets rid of a Cure.\"", "\"But\nis\neverything all right?\" Infield asked intensely. \"Suppose" ], [ "legs; in a fire, though, he may run. His legs were definitely paralyzed\n before and may be again, but for one moment he would forget the moral\n defeat of his life and his withdrawal from life and live an enforced", "father was dead. He would never succeed because there was no reason to\n succeed. But he had to try, didn't he, for his father's sake? He didn't", "\"I don't remember what happened to the baby—it wasn't important.\n But George has been brooding about it ever since. I guess he thinks", "The small man looked out the large window, blinking myopically at the\n brassy sunlight. \"That's just it, Clyde. There is a line between us,", "Infield hit the big man behind the ear. He dropped the bottle and fell\n over sideways on the floor. Fear and hate mingled in his eyes as he\n looked up at Infield.", "Morgan stared into his bright desk light without blinking. \"This is\n quite a shock to me. Would you mind leaving? I'll come over to your\n place and you can tell me about it later.\"", "\"Now,\" he said, \"I am going out in that rain storm. There's thunder and\n lightning out there. I'm afraid, but I can get along without a Cure and\n so can you.\"", "There is no action without a reason, he knew from the old neglected\n books. He had had a latent fear of lightning when he chose the\n lightning rod Cure. He could have picked a safety belt or foetic gyro\n just as well.", "\"You're damned right!\" Infield slammed the door behind him.\nThe cool air of the street was a relief. Infield stepped into the main", "slipped and fell. He would soon find out what they wanted. The\n excitement was all gone now and it left an empty space into which fear\n rushed.", "\"Mr. Infield went out without his Cure in a storm and was struck by\n lightning. We took him to the morgue. He must have been crazy to go\n out without his Cure.\"", "affectations. \"You were telling me about some organization of the\n Cured,\" he said as a reminder.\nPrice looked up, no longer interested in the relic of a cigarette. He", "one hand, brushing off rain drops with the other. He stopped beside\n Price and glared. Price leaned back. The chair creaked. Mrs. Price kept\n cooing to the doll.", "Running down the streets that were tunnels of shining tar, running into\n the knifing ice bristles of the rain, Henry Infield realized that he\n was very frightened of the lightning.", "face of the patient, slack with smiles and sweat. But his memory was\n exaggerating the human element. The gyro actually passed over a man's\n shoulder, through his legs, under his arms. Any time he felt the", "Infield felt cold inside. After a time, he found that the roaring was\n not just in his head. It was thundering outside. He was getting sick.", "Infield looked up and saw the lightning reflected on the blade of a\n thin knife. Infield reached toward it more in fascination than fear. He", "Under the mousy hair, Price's strong features were beginning to gleam\n moistly. \"You are lucky in one way, Mr. Infield. People take one look", "\"You don't understand. Everyone has some little phobia or fixation.\n Maybe everyone didn't have one once, but after being told they did", "shocked sane. Men hide in the comforts of insanity, but when faced with\n death, they are often forced back to reality. A man can't move his" ] ]

[ "Why doesn't Caswell expect the Watashaw sewing club to grow astronomically?", "How does the Dean feel about Caswell?", "What kind of organization are they looking for, for their demonstration? ", "Why doesn't the Dean want to be associated with Watashaw?", "Why is Caswell so confident that his organizational model will cause the group to grow?" ]

[ [ "Caswell has underestimated the female population of Watashaw.", "Caswell has underestimated the popularity of sewing.", "Caswell has underestimated the ingenuity of the club members.", "Caswell thinks only women enjoy sewing." ], [ "The Dean despises Caswell and wants to fire him.", "The Dean views Caswell as a friend and co-conspirator.", "The Dean thinks Caswell is a stuck-up intellectual.", "The Dean is irritated by Caswell's superiority complex." ], [ "A small group that no one expects to lose members.", "A large group that no one expects to lose members.", "A small group that no one expects to grow.", "A large group that no one expects to grow." ], [ "The Dean doesn't want people to think he's a socialist.", "The Dean doesn't want people to know he's responsible for a total world government that collapsed by design.", "The Dean doesn't want people to know he's responsible for a total world government.", "The Dean doesn't want to be responsible for global socialism." ], [ "Because he is an expert in pyramid schemes.", "Because he is an expert in socialism.", "Because he is an expert in organizational strategies.", "Because he is an expert in human social behavior." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Caswell, about that sewing club business—I'm beginning to feel the\n suspense. Could I get an advance report on how it's coming?\"", "If Caswell's equations meant anything at all, we had given that sewing\n circle more growth drives than the Roman Empire.", "\"It can't grow past the female population of the town. There are only\n so many women in Watashaw, and some of them don't like sewing.\"", "\"When you run out of people to join it. But after all, there are only\n so many people in Watashaw. It's a pretty small town.\"", "All I told Caswell when I got back was that the sewing circle had\n changed its name and the membership seemed to be rising.", "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "\"This demonstration has got to be convincing. We'd better pick a little\n group that no one in his right mind would expect to grow.\"\n\n\n \"There should be a suitable club—\"", "We sat down to another ripple of applause and slightly wider smiles,\n and then the meeting of the Watashaw Sewing Circle began. In five\n minutes I began to feel sleepy.", "That was us.\n\"Ladies,\" said the skinny female chairman of the Watashaw Sewing", "they all knew what would happen if it stopped growing. You remember, we\n built in as one of the incentives that the members know they are going\n to lose if membership stops growing. Why, if I tried to stop it now,", "Professor Smith.\" (My alias.) \"They are making a survey of the methods\n and duties of the clubs of Watashaw.\"", "Poor Caswell. The bet between us was ironclad. He wouldn't let me\n back down on it even if I wanted to. He'd probably quit before I put", "Even at the single glance I had given it, the constitution looked\n exactly like the one we had given the Watashaw Sewing Circle.", "\"Not in the slightest. If you want to graph the membership rise, it\n should be going up in a log curve, probably doubling every so often.\"\n\n\n I grinned. \"If it's not rising, you're fired.\"", "\"You underestimate their ingenuity,\" I said into the phone. \"Since they\n wanted to expand, they didn't stick to sewing. They went from general", "\"Civic Welfare League of Watashaw. The United Organization of Church\n and Secular Charities.\" That's what it said. Below began the rules of\n membership.", "\"I think there's a way they could find for it,\" Caswell whispered back,\n and went to work on his equation again. \"Yes, several ways to bias the\n elections.\"", "of the small profits of membership fees and honorary promotions. It\n was becoming an openly profitable business. Membership was rising more\n rapidly now.", "There were only about thirty people there, and it was a small room, not\n the halls of Congress, but they discussed their business of collecting\n and repairing second hand clothing for charity with the same endless\n boring parliamentary formality.", "\"No, sir, not that thing. There isn't any Sewing club any more, not\n for a long time. She's at the Civic Welfare meeting.\"" ], [ "\"I see you have your problems, too,\" Caswell said, conceding me\n nothing. He extended his hand with a chilly smile. \"Well, good\n afternoon, Mr. Halloway. I'm glad we had this talk.\"", "Poor Caswell. The bet between us was ironclad. He wouldn't let me\n back down on it even if I wanted to. He'd probably quit before I put", "Picture Professor Caswell, head of the Department of Sociology, and\n with him the President of the University, leaning across the table\n toward each other, sipping coffee and talking in conspiratorial tones\n over something they were writing in a notebook.", "Wilton Caswell, Ph.D., was head of my Sociology Department, and right\n then he was mad enough to chew nails. On the office wall behind him", "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "Prof. Caswell smiled back tightly. He knew his department was at stake.\n The other departments were popular with donors and pulled in gift", "I stopped him with both raised hands. \"Please, Professor Caswell! That\n would hardly be a recommendation. Washington, the New Deal and the", "I shook hands and left him standing there, sure of his place in the\n progress of science and the respect of his colleagues, yet seething\n inside because I, the president and dean, had boorishly demanded that\n he produce something tangible.", "gestures and a resonant, penetrating voice, and then went into a\n half doze while Caswell stayed awake beside me and wrote in his\n notebook. After a while the resonant voice roused me to attention for", "\"Caswell, about that sewing club business—I'm beginning to feel the\n suspense. Could I get an advance report on how it's coming?\"", "The graph on the desk before me began to look sinister. Surely Caswell\n must have made some provision for—", "\"I think there's a way they could find for it,\" Caswell whispered back,\n and went to work on his equation again. \"Yes, several ways to bias the\n elections.\"", "Four months later I had time out from a very busy schedule to wonder\n how the test was coming along. Passing Caswell's office, I put my head", "Circle. \"Today we have guests.\" She signaled for us to rise, and we\n stood up, bowing to polite applause and smiles. \"Professor Caswell, and", "I nudged Caswell and murmured, \"Did you fix it so that a shover has a\n better chance of getting into office than a non-shover?\"", "were three or four framed documents in Latin that were supposed to be\n signs of great learning, but I didn't care at that moment if he papered\n the walls with his degrees. I had been appointed dean and president", "After the meeting, Caswell drew the tall woman in the green suit\n aside and spoke to her confidentially, showing her the diagram of\n organization we had drawn up. I saw the responsive glitter in the\n woman's eyes and knew she was hooked.", "money by scholarships and fellowships, and supported their professors\n and graduate students by research contracts with the government\n and industry. Caswell had to show a way to make his own department", "is a handful of over-crowded courses taught by an assistant lecturer.\n Caswell had to make it work or get out.", "And what if Caswell asked me what I had found out in the meantime? I\n didn't want to tell him anything until I had talked it over with that\n woman Searles first." ], [ "\"This demonstration has got to be convincing. We'd better pick a little\n group that no one in his right mind would expect to grow.\"\n\n\n \"There should be a suitable club—\"", "\"Civic Welfare League of Watashaw. The United Organization of Church\n and Secular Charities.\" That's what it said. Below began the rules of\n membership.", "I went into the quiet outer air and got into my car with my skin\n prickling. Even as I drove away, I could hear them. They were singing\n some kind of organization song with the tune of \"Marching through\n Georgia.\"", "That was as good an answer as any. We got together and had lunch in a\n bar, if you can call it lunch. The movement we started will expand by", "There were only about thirty people there, and it was a small room, not\n the halls of Congress, but they discussed their business of collecting\n and repairing second hand clothing for charity with the same endless\n boring parliamentary formality.", "out a few that would have made the organization too complicated, and\n finally worked out an idyllically simple and deadly little organization\n setup where joining had all the temptation of buying a sweepstakes", "We left the diagram of organization and our typed copy of the new\n bylaws with her and went off soberly, as befitted two social science\n experimenters. We didn't start laughing until our car passed the town\n limits and began the climb for University Heights.", "She paused and then leaned forward intensely, striking her clenched\n hand on the speaker's stand with each word for emphasis.\n\n\n \"\nAll we need is more members. Now get out there and recruit!\n\"", "and found myself in the huge central hall where some sort of rally was\n being held. A political-type rally—you know, cheers and chants, with\n bunting already down on the floor, people holding banners, and plenty", "I put my lips close to the ear of the pretty usher while I turned over\n the stiff printed bulletin on a hunch. \"How long has the League been\n organized?\" On the back of the bulletin was a constitution.", "I held up my palm again. \"Please, not that nasty word again. I mean,\n where else has it been put into operation? Just a simple demonstration,\n something to show that it works, that's all.\"", "\"You add the motives,\" he said, \"and the equation will translate them\n into organization.\"", "The first day of the sixth month, a big two page spread appeared in\n the local paper of a mass meeting which had approved a full-fledged", "charity to social welfare schemes to something that's pretty close to\n an incorporated government. The name is now the Watashaw Mutual Trade\n and Civic Development Corporation, and they're filing an application", "\"Institutions—organizations, that is—\" his voice became more\n resonant; like most professors, when he had to explain something he\n instinctively slipped into his platform lecture mannerisms, and began", "for the demonstration.", "The tall woman on the platform had been making a driving, forceful\n speech about some plans for rebuilding Watashaw's slum section. It\n began to penetrate my mind dimly as I glanced down at the bulletin in\n my hands.", "to men that a simple organization—such as a church to worship in,\n or a delegation of weapons to a warrior class merely for defense\n against an outside enemy—will either grow insensately and extend its", "After the meeting, Caswell drew the tall woman in the green suit\n aside and spoke to her confidentially, showing her the diagram of\n organization we had drawn up. I saw the responsive glitter in the\n woman's eyes and knew she was hooked.", "Watashaw Mutual Trade and Civic Development Corporation, and all the\n local real estate promoters had finished joining en masse. The Mutual\n Trade part sounded to me as if the Chamber of Commerce was on the point" ], [ "What happens then, I don't know.\n\n\n But I don't want anyone to pin that on me. From now on, if anyone asks\n me, I've never heard of Watashaw.", "Professor Smith.\" (My alias.) \"They are making a survey of the methods\n and duties of the clubs of Watashaw.\"", "He answered somewhat disinterestedly, \"I've been busy working with\n students on their research papers and marking tests—not following the\n Watashaw business at all, I'm afraid. You say the demonstration went\n well and you're satisfied?\"", "\"Perfect, Wilt,\nperfect\n! I can use this Watashaw thing to get you so\n many fellowships and scholarships and grants for your department that\n you'll think it's snowing money!\"", "I shook hands and left him standing there, sure of his place in the\n progress of science and the respect of his colleagues, yet seething\n inside because I, the president and dean, had boorishly demanded that\n he produce something tangible.", "\"Civic Welfare League of Watashaw. The United Organization of Church\n and Secular Charities.\" That's what it said. Below began the rules of\n membership.", "He grinned back. \"If it's not rising, you won't have to fire me—I'll\n burn my books and shoot myself.\"\n\n\n I returned to my office and put in a call to Watashaw.", "\"When you run out of people to join it. But after all, there are only\n so many people in Watashaw. It's a pretty small town.\"", "I stopped him with both raised hands. \"Please, Professor Caswell! That\n would hardly be a recommendation. Washington, the New Deal and the", "Picture Professor Caswell, head of the Department of Sociology, and\n with him the President of the University, leaning across the table\n toward each other, sipping coffee and talking in conspiratorial tones\n over something they were writing in a notebook.", "Prof. Caswell smiled back tightly. He knew his department was at stake.\n The other departments were popular with donors and pulled in gift", "through the first slow move to fire him. His professional pride would\n be shattered, sunk without a trace. I remembered what he said about\n shooting himself. It had seemed funny to both of us at the time,", "Wilton Caswell, Ph.D., was head of my Sociology Department, and right\n then he was mad enough to chew nails. On the office wall behind him", "That was us.\n\"Ladies,\" said the skinny female chairman of the Watashaw Sewing", "The tall woman on the platform had been making a driving, forceful\n speech about some plans for rebuilding Watashaw's slum section. It\n began to penetrate my mind dimly as I glanced down at the bulletin in\n my hands.", "were three or four framed documents in Latin that were supposed to be\n signs of great learning, but I didn't care at that moment if he papered\n the walls with his degrees. I had been appointed dean and president", "Watashaw Mutual Trade and Civic Development Corporation, and all the\n local real estate promoters had finished joining en masse. The Mutual\n Trade part sounded to me as if the Chamber of Commerce was on the point", "present Administration are somewhat touchy subjects to the men I have\n to deal with. They consider its value debatable, if you know what I\n mean. If they got the idea that sociology professors are giving advice", "To them, sociology sounds like socialism—nothing can sound worse than\n that—and an institution is where they put Aunt Maggy when she began", "charity to social welfare schemes to something that's pretty close to\n an incorporated government. The name is now the Watashaw Mutual Trade\n and Civic Development Corporation, and they're filing an application" ], [ "After the meeting, Caswell drew the tall woman in the green suit\n aside and spoke to her confidentially, showing her the diagram of\n organization we had drawn up. I saw the responsive glitter in the\n woman's eyes and knew she was hooked.", "they all knew what would happen if it stopped growing. You remember, we\n built in as one of the incentives that the members know they are going\n to lose if membership stops growing. Why, if I tried to stop it now,", "He sounded cheerful again. \"I didn't complicate that organization\n with negatives. I wanted it to\ngrow\n. It falls apart naturally when", "There was a long silence while Caswell probably drew the same graph\n in his own mind. Then he laughed weakly. \"Well, you asked me for a\n demonstration.\"", "If Caswell's equations meant anything at all, we had given that sewing\n circle more growth drives than the Roman Empire.", "\"I think there's a way they could find for it,\" Caswell whispered back,\n and went to work on his equation again. \"Yes, several ways to bias the\n elections.\"", "\"You add the motives,\" he said, \"and the equation will translate them\n into organization.\"", "out a few that would have made the organization too complicated, and\n finally worked out an idyllically simple and deadly little organization\n setup where joining had all the temptation of buying a sweepstakes", "sense to see where his bread was buttered. A businessman is constantly\n dealing with organizations, including his own, and finding them either\n inert, cantankerous, or both. Caswell's formula could be a handle to", "Poor Caswell. The bet between us was ironclad. He wouldn't let me\n back down on it even if I wanted to. He'd probably quit before I put", "\"Not in the slightest. If you want to graph the membership rise, it\n should be going up in a log curve, probably doubling every so often.\"\n\n\n I grinned. \"If it's not rising, you're fired.\"", "\"By these formulations, it is possible to determine automatically the\n amount of growth and period of life of any organization. The UN, to", "of the small profits of membership fees and honorary promotions. It\n was becoming an openly profitable business. Membership was rising more\n rapidly now.", "Picture Professor Caswell, head of the Department of Sociology, and\n with him the President of the University, leaning across the table\n toward each other, sipping coffee and talking in conspiratorial tones\n over something they were writing in a notebook.", "were spectacular. Caswell's formulas were proven to the hilt.", "\"This demonstration has got to be convincing. We'd better pick a little\n group that no one in his right mind would expect to grow.\"\n\n\n \"There should be a suitable club—\"", "to men that a simple organization—such as a church to worship in,\n or a delegation of weapons to a warrior class merely for defense\n against an outside enemy—will either grow insensately and extend its", "\"Caswell, about that sewing club business—I'm beginning to feel the\n suspense. Could I get an advance report on how it's coming?\"", "We left the diagram of organization and our typed copy of the new\n bylaws with her and went off soberly, as befitted two social science\n experimenters. We didn't start laughing until our car passed the town\n limits and began the climb for University Heights.", "\"I see you have your problems, too,\" Caswell said, conceding me\n nothing. He extended his hand with a chilly smile. \"Well, good\n afternoon, Mr. Halloway. I'm glad we had this talk.\"" ] ]

[ "Had the truck driver driving along Route 202 not noticed the change in road ahead while traveling, what would have likely happened?", "What had given it away to Don that the attractive redhead he saw on the train was not actually a natural redhead?", "Why did Miss Jervis think that Don worked for the government?", "Why did the citizens of Superior fear the edge of the town?", "Based on the information in the text, why would Don choose to leave Superior?", "Why was Don unable to shower while on Superior?", "What action did Don consider for testing the water flow in Superior?", "What did Don use as a method for seeing over the edge of the stream?", "Why did Alis tell Don that he should order his eggs scrambled for breakfast the next morning?", "What impression can be made about Don’s feelings towards Alis?" ]

[ [ "He would have driven down into the pit where Superior was formerly located. ", "He would have passed right over the town and missed it totally. ", "He would have spilled his coffee while trying to make the sudden stop. ", "He would have floated above the ground and continued driving into the town of Superior. " ], [ "Her skin tone was too off to match the hair color. ", "The red tone of her hair was far too bright to be considered natural.", "She was carrying box hair dye. ", "Her dark roots were showing. " ], [ "Because it seemed as though everyone in the area worked for the government. ", "His appearance made her think so. ", "Because he was familiar with Senator Bobby Thebold. ", "Because he was handcuffed to a briefcase. " ], [ "They feared that they would plummet to the ground because of gravity. ", "They feared they would fall with the flow of the stream. ", "They feared they would vanish if they left the edge.", "They feared they would be sucked into a vortex." ], [ "He had to deliver the handcuffed briefcase. ", "He had a family to return to that would be expecting him at home. ", "He feared the future of Superior.", "His wife would not appreciate him spending time with Alis. " ], [ "He feared that someone would steal the briefcase if he left it unattended. ", "The water supply was lacking from the stream flowing out of Superior.", "There was an electrical current flowing throughout the water in Superior. ", "He was unable to remove the briefcase in order to remove his clothing, " ], [ "Taking a rowboat over the edge to see what would happen. ", "Jumping into North Lake to see if there was an electrical current. ", "Swimming through the stream to see what would happen. ", "Throwing something into the stream and seeing if it would funnel back into Superior. " ], [ "A mirror found in the Cavalier dorms.", "A compact from Miss Jervis. ", "A compact from Alis. ", "A camera to take a photograph. " ], [ "It was difficult for him to cut them with the briefcase handcuffed to himself. ", "They were better cooked that way in the cafeteria. ", "Because there were more available scrambled. ", "Because they were not cooked in water when they were scrambled. " ], [ "He was afraid of her because of her boldness. ", "He was quickly becoming fond of her. ", "He found her to be attractive, yet too young for his liking. ", "He found her to be too young and annoying. " ] ]

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[ [ "A truck driver named Pierce Knaubloch was the first to report it. He had\n been highballing west along Route 202, making up for the time he'd spent", "over a second cup of coffee in a diner, when he screeched to a stop. If\n he'd gone another twenty-five feet he'd have gone into the pit where\n Superior had been.", "\"You see what I mean,\" he said. \"You would have gone right over. I\n believe you would have had a two-mile fall.\"", "his first thought. He backed up two hundred feet, set out flares, then\n sped off to a telephone.", "on the underside of a wing. As it turned they imagined they could see\n faces peering out of the windows. They waved and thought they saw one or\n two people wave back. Then the plane climbed toward the east and was", "\"Of course you could have stayed aboard the train,\" the man driving the\n old Pontiac said, \"but I really think you'll be more comfortable at\n Cavalier.\"", "stop at Superior at 11:58. That seemed to fix the time of the\n disappearance at midnight. The truck driver had made his discovery\n shortly after midnight.", "\"I can't see too well, but that's my impression. Hold on now. I'm coming\n back.\" He inched away from the edge, then got up and brushed himself", "the gravel when the fireman stopped. \"Okay,\" he said \"where's the edge?\n I don't see nothing.\" The tracks seemed to stretch forever into the\n darkness.", "Some sort of barricade had been put up across the tracks and it was\n covered with every imaginable kind of warning device. There were red\n lanterns, both battery and electric; flashlights; road flares; and even\n an old red shirt.", "hoping this was Columbus, where he planned to catch a plane east. But it\n wasn't Columbus. All he could see were some lanterns jogging as trainmen\n hurried along the tracks.", "They were musing about the geography when a plane came out of a\n cloudbank and, a second later, veered sharply. They could make out UAL", "on the edge of his seat during the exciting part of a movie, but the\n situation seemed to call for it. Over the edge could be seen a big\n section of Ohio. At least he supposed it was Ohio.", "along the part was dark. Her eyes had been on a book and Don had the\n opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and", "Knaubloch couldn't see the extent of the pit because it was too dark,\n but it looked big. Bigger than if a nitro truck had blown up, which was", "\"If you don't get this junk off the line,\" the engineer said, \"I'll plow\n right through it. Off the edge! you crazy or something?\"", "A National Guard officer volunteered to take a jeep down into the pit,\n having found a spot that seemed navigable. He was gone a long time but", "The conductor looked into the car. The redhead across the aisle in whom\n Don had taken a passing interest earlier in the evening asked, \"Why did\n we stop?\"", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "\"I still can't see where the water goes,\" Don said. He stretched out on\n his stomach and began to inch forward. \"You stay there.\"" ], [ "The girl's hair was a subtle red, but false. When Don had entered the\n club car he'd seen her hatless head from above and noticed that the hair", "The conductor looked into the car. The redhead across the aisle in whom\n Don had taken a passing interest earlier in the evening asked, \"Why did\n we stop?\"", "Don hesitated, shrugged at the redhead, said, \"Excuse me,\" and followed\n the conductor. About a dozen people were milling around the train as it", "\"On such short notice?\" Don was intrigued. Last night the redhead from\n the club car had repelled an advance that hadn't been made, and this", "along the part was dark. Her eyes had been on a book and Don had the\n opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and", "If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had\n been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in", "The lips were full, like the cheeks, but it was obvious that the scarlet\n lipstick had contrived a mouth a trifle bigger than the one nature had\n given her.", "Don Cort, sitting in the back seat of the car with the redhead from the\n club car, asked, \"Cavalier?\"", "Her glance upward at that moment interrupted his examination, which had\n been about to go on to her figure. Later, though, he was able to observe\n that it was more than adequate.", "the figure as outstanding. She had mocking eyes, a pert nose and a mouth\n of such moist red softness that it seemed perpetually waiting to be\n kissed. All in all she could have been the queen of a campus much more", "She sat up straight and tucked her sweater tightly into her skirt,\n emphasizing her good figure. To a male friend Don would have described", "\"You know,\" Don said, \"I was half-asleep last night but before the train\n stopped I thought it was running alongside a creek for a while.\"", "Don Cort had been dozing in what passed for the club car on the Buckeye\n Cannonball when the train braked to a stop. He looked out the window,", "untouched by make-up. There were lines at the corners of her mouth which\n indicated a tendency to arrange her expression into one of disapproval.", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "Don opened the compact and carefully transferred it to his right hand.\n He held it out beyond the edge and peered into it, focusing it on the", "get rid of the brief case. The handcuff it was attached to was one\n reason why his interest in the redhead had been only passing.", "\"I have a compact.\" She took it out of her bag with her free hand and\n tossed it to him. It rolled and Don had to grab to keep it from going", "over the edge. Alis gave a little shriek. Don was momentarily unnerved\n and had to put his head back on the ground. \"Sorry,\" she said.", "Don saw two men who must have been the engineer and the fireman talking\n to an old bearded gentleman wearing a civil defense helmet, a topcoat\n and riding boots." ], [ "\"Miss Jervis. I'm Civek. You know Mr. Cort, I suppose.\"\n\n\n The girl smiled sideways. \"We have a nodding acquaintance.\" Don nodded\n and grinned.", "\"Washington?\" Don said. \"That's where I'm going. I mean where I\nwas\ngoing before Superior became airborne. What do you do in Washington,\n Miss Jervis?\"", "The mayor was off across the campus. Don looked at Geneva Jervis, who\n was frowning. \"Are you thinking,\" he asked, \"that Mayor Civek was\n perhaps just a little less than completely honest with us?\"", "If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had\n been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in", "\"I work for the Government. Doesn't everybody?\"\n\n\n \"Not everybody. Me, for instance.\"", "along the part was dark. Her eyes had been on a book and Don had the\n opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and", "\"What's happening?\" he asked when he saw them. \"Any word from down\n there?\"\n\n\n \"Not that I know of,\" Don said. He introduced him to Alis Garet. \"What\n are you going to do?\"", "morning a blonde was apparently making an advance that hadn't been\n solicited. He wondered where Geneva Jervis was, but only vaguely.", "\"No?\" she said. \"Judging by that satchel you're handcuffed to, I'd have\n thought you were a courier for the Pentagon. Or maybe State.\"", "\"Of course,\" Don said, puzzled by her emphasis. \"Come on. Where they put\n you, you'll probably be surrounded by co-eds, even if I could get out of\n this cuff.\"", "\"Well,\" Don said as they turned to go back to Cavalier, \"now we know\n that they know. Maybe we'll begin to get some answers. Or, if not\n answers, then transportation.\"", "He laughed quickly and loudly because she was getting uncomfortably\n close. \"Oh, no. Nothing so glamorous. I'm a messenger for the Riggs\n National Bank, that's all. Where do you work?\"", "\"The college. The institute, really; it's not accredited. What did you\n say your name was, miss?\"\n\n\n \"Jen Jervis,\" she said. \"Geneva Jervis, formally.\"", "\"Told you what?\" Jen Jervis asked. \"I mean, does he have any theory\n about it?\"", "The girl's hair was a subtle red, but false. When Don had entered the\n club car he'd seen her hatless head from above and noticed that the hair", "\"He has a theory about everything. I think what he was trying to convey\n was that this—this levitation confirmed his magnology principle.\"\n\n\n \"What's that?\" Don asked.", "\"On such short notice?\" Don was intrigued. Last night the redhead from\n the club car had repelled an advance that hadn't been made, and this", "\"There's plenty of room in the dormitories,\" Civek said. \"People don't\n exactly pound on the gates and scream to be admitted to Cavalier.\"\n\n\n \"Are you connected with the college?\" Don asked.", "\"The old fellow with the whiskers and the riding boots?\" Jen Jervis\n asked.\n\n\n \"Yes. Osbert Garet, Professor of Magnology at the Cavalier Institute of\n Applied Sciences.\"", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused" ], [ "I\nThe town of Superior, Ohio, disappeared on the night of October 31.", "nothing was simple about Superior except its citizens. Calmly they\n accepted their rise in the world as being due to one of their local\n townspeople, a crackpot professor.", "members. The air was very clear and the long morning shadows distinct.\n Only then did he remember completely that he and the whole town of\n Superior were up in the air.", "advised not to. It's a long way down. Where Superior was surrounded by\n Ohio, as usual, today Superior ends literally at the town line.", "Don blinked at the headline:\nTown Gets High\n\n\n \"Ed Clark's something of an eccentric, like everybody else in Superior,\"\n Alis said.", "The town of Superior, Ohio, certainly was living up to its name! In what\n was undoubtedly the most spectacular feat of the century, it simply\n picked itself up one night and rose two full miles above Earth!", "Nor had there been any defense plants in Superior that might have blown\n up. The town's biggest factory made kitchen sinks and the next biggest\n made bubble gum.", "The state police converged on the former site of Superior from several\n directions. Communicating by radiophone across the vast pit, they\n confirmed that the town undoubtedly was missing. They put in a call to\n the National Guard.", "\"Me? No. I'm the mayor of Superior. The old town's really come up in the\n world, hasn't it?\"", "\"What's the population of Superior?\"\n\n\n \"Three thousand, including the students at the institute. Three thousand\n and forty, counting you people from the train. I guess you'll be with us\n for a while.\"", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "Radio messages stated simply that Superior had seceded from Earth. But\n Don Cort, stranded on that rising town, was beginning to suspect that", "A Citizens' Emergency Fence-Building Committee is being formed, but in\n the meantime all are warned to stay well away from the edge. The law of", "South Creek did not bisect Superior, as Don thought it might, but flowed\n in an arc through a southern segment of it. They had about two miles to", "\"South Creek,\" Alis said. \"That's right. It's just over there.\"\n\n\n \"Is it still? I mean hasn't it all poured off the edge by now? Was that\n Superior's water supply?\"", "today that Superior has seceded from Earth. His reasons were as vague as\n his explanation.\nThe \"reasons\" include these: (1) Superior has been discriminated against", "now—was that we can stroll out to where Superior used to be attached to\n the rest of Ohio and see how the Earth is getting along without us.\"", "\"Actually there's only one, the\nSuperior Sentry\n, a weekly. This is an\n extra. Ed Clark must have been up all night getting it out.\" She opened\n her purse and unfolded a four-page tabloid.", "Smaller print on the sign said:\nProtecting mouth of South Creek, one of\n two sources of water for Superior. Electrical charge in fence is", "\"Overnight,\" Geneva Jervis said. \"If what Mr. Cort and the fireman say\n is true. I haven't seen the edge myself.\"" ], [ "today that Superior has seceded from Earth. His reasons were as vague as\n his explanation.\nThe \"reasons\" include these: (1) Superior has been discriminated against", "Radio messages stated simply that Superior had seceded from Earth. But\n Don Cort, stranded on that rising town, was beginning to suspect that", "South Creek did not bisect Superior, as Don thought it might, but flowed\n in an arc through a southern segment of it. They had about two miles to", "\"Washington?\" Don said. \"That's where I'm going. I mean where I\nwas\ngoing before Superior became airborne. What do you do in Washington,\n Miss Jervis?\"", "Don blinked at the headline:\nTown Gets High\n\n\n \"Ed Clark's something of an eccentric, like everybody else in Superior,\"\n Alis said.", "\"Does Superior have an airport?\" Don asked. \"I've got to get back to—to\n Earth.\" It sounded odd to put it that way.", "It said that Superior had seceded from Earth.\n\n\n One other radio message came from Superior, now airborne, on that first\n day. A ham radio operator reported an unidentified voice as saying\n plaintively:", "\"How do you get down from an elephant? Old riddle. You don't; you get\n down from ducks. How do you plan to get down from Superior?\"", "Then he saw the church steeple on it.\n\n\n A few minutes later he had relayed a message from Superior, formerly of\n Ohio, addressed to whom it might concern:", "\"Well,\" Don said as they turned to go back to Cavalier, \"now we know\n that they know. Maybe we'll begin to get some answers. Or, if not\n answers, then transportation.\"", "The town of Superior, Ohio, certainly was living up to its name! In what\n was undoubtedly the most spectacular feat of the century, it simply\n picked itself up one night and rose two full miles above Earth!", "now—was that we can stroll out to where Superior used to be attached to\n the rest of Ohio and see how the Earth is getting along without us.\"", "Nor had there been any defense plants in Superior that might have blown\n up. The town's biggest factory made kitchen sinks and the next biggest\n made bubble gum.", "If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had\n been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "members. The air was very clear and the long morning shadows distinct.\n Only then did he remember completely that he and the whole town of\n Superior were up in the air.", "\"Me? No. I'm the mayor of Superior. The old town's really come up in the\n world, hasn't it?\"", "I\nThe town of Superior, Ohio, disappeared on the night of October 31.", "over a second cup of coffee in a diner, when he screeched to a stop. If\n he'd gone another twenty-five feet he'd have gone into the pit where\n Superior had been.", "advised not to. It's a long way down. Where Superior was surrounded by\n Ohio, as usual, today Superior ends literally at the town line." ], [ "\"I still can't see where the water goes,\" Don said. He stretched out on\n his stomach and began to inch forward. \"You stay there.\"", "South Creek did not bisect Superior, as Don thought it might, but flowed\n in an arc through a southern segment of it. They had about two miles to", "Standing on tiptoe and repressing a touch of giddiness, Don looked over\n the edge. He didn't have to stand on tiptoe any more than he had to sit", "If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had\n been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in", "today that Superior has seceded from Earth. His reasons were as vague as\n his explanation.\nThe \"reasons\" include these: (1) Superior has been discriminated against", "\"Washington?\" Don said. \"That's where I'm going. I mean where I\nwas\ngoing before Superior became airborne. What do you do in Washington,\n Miss Jervis?\"", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "\"How do you get down from an elephant? Old riddle. You don't; you get\n down from ducks. How do you plan to get down from Superior?\"", "members. The air was very clear and the long morning shadows distinct.\n Only then did he remember completely that he and the whole town of\n Superior were up in the air.", "over a second cup of coffee in a diner, when he screeched to a stop. If\n he'd gone another twenty-five feet he'd have gone into the pit where\n Superior had been.", "\"Does Superior have an airport?\" Don asked. \"I've got to get back to—to\n Earth.\" It sounded odd to put it that way.", "Then he saw the church steeple on it.\n\n\n A few minutes later he had relayed a message from Superior, formerly of\n Ohio, addressed to whom it might concern:", "II\nDon Cort had slept, but not well. He had tried to fold the brief case to\n pull it through his sleeve so he could take his coat off, but whatever", "along the part was dark. Her eyes had been on a book and Don had the\n opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and", "\"Of course,\" Don said, puzzled by her emphasis. \"Come on. Where they put\n you, you'll probably be surrounded by co-eds, even if I could get out of\n this cuff.\"", "\"Well,\" Don said as they turned to go back to Cavalier, \"now we know\n that they know. Maybe we'll begin to get some answers. Or, if not\n answers, then transportation.\"", "was inside the brief case was too big. Cavalier had given him a room to\n himself at one end of a dormitory and he'd taken his pants off but had", "Radio messages stated simply that Superior had seceded from Earth. But\n Don Cort, stranded on that rising town, was beginning to suspect that", "had to sleep with his coat and shirt on. He got up, feeling gritty, and\n did what little dressing was necessary.", "The girl's hair was a subtle red, but false. When Don had entered the\n club car he'd seen her hatless head from above and noticed that the hair" ], [ "South Creek did not bisect Superior, as Don thought it might, but flowed\n in an arc through a southern segment of it. They had about two miles to", "\"I still can't see where the water goes,\" Don said. He stretched out on\n his stomach and began to inch forward. \"You stay there.\"", "\"South Creek,\" Alis said. \"That's right. It's just over there.\"\n\n\n \"Is it still? I mean hasn't it all poured off the edge by now? Was that\n Superior's water supply?\"", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "\"Where is the water going?\" Don asked. \"I can't make it out.\"\n\n\n \"Down, I'd say. Rain for the Earth-people.\"", "\"Washington?\" Don said. \"That's where I'm going. I mean where I\nwas\ngoing before Superior became airborne. What do you do in Washington,\n Miss Jervis?\"", "\"What's the other source, besides the faucet in your bathroom?\" Don\n asked.\n\n\n \"North Lake, maybe,\" Alis said. \"People fish there but nobody's allowed\n to swim.\"", "\"Well,\" Don said as they turned to go back to Cavalier, \"now we know\n that they know. Maybe we'll begin to get some answers. Or, if not\n answers, then transportation.\"", "\"How do you get down from an elephant? Old riddle. You don't; you get\n down from ducks. How do you plan to get down from Superior?\"", "\"You know,\" Don said, \"I was half-asleep last night but before the train\n stopped I thought it was running alongside a creek for a while.\"", "Nor had there been any defense plants in Superior that might have blown\n up. The town's biggest factory made kitchen sinks and the next biggest\n made bubble gum.", "Alis shrugged. \"All I know is you turn on the faucet and there's water.\n Let's go look at the creek.\"\n\n\n They found it coursing along between the banks.", "now—was that we can stroll out to where Superior used to be attached to\n the rest of Ohio and see how the Earth is getting along without us.\"", "He patted her hand absent-mindedly. \"I wonder if it's west at all. I\n mean, how do we know Superior is maintaining the same position up here\n as it used to down there?\"", "along the part was dark. Her eyes had been on a book and Don had the\n opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and", "Standing on tiptoe and repressing a touch of giddiness, Don looked over\n the edge. He didn't have to stand on tiptoe any more than he had to sit", "If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had\n been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in", "Smaller print on the sign said:\nProtecting mouth of South Creek, one of\n two sources of water for Superior. Electrical charge in fence is", "\"Does Superior have an airport?\" Don asked. \"I've got to get back to—to\n Earth.\" It sounded odd to put it that way.", "advised not to. It's a long way down. Where Superior was surrounded by\n Ohio, as usual, today Superior ends literally at the town line." ], [ "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "\"I still can't see where the water goes,\" Don said. He stretched out on\n his stomach and began to inch forward. \"You stay there.\"", "Standing on tiptoe and repressing a touch of giddiness, Don looked over\n the edge. He didn't have to stand on tiptoe any more than he had to sit", "Don opened the compact and carefully transferred it to his right hand.\n He held it out beyond the edge and peered into it, focusing it on the", "\"I can't see too well, but that's my impression. Hold on now. I'm coming\n back.\" He inched away from the edge, then got up and brushed himself", "over the edge. Alis gave a little shriek. Don was momentarily unnerved\n and had to put his head back on the ground. \"Sorry,\" she said.", "along the part was dark. Her eyes had been on a book and Don had the\n opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and", "If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had\n been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in", "Finally he had inched to a point where, by stretching out a hand, he\n could almost reach the edge. He gave another wriggle and the fingers of", "out of play, Don thought) and on to the edge again.", ", was\n semicircular, with each end at the edge and tarpaulins strung behind it\n so they could see the mouth of the creek. The water flowed from under", "Don Cort and the fireman walked cautiously toward the edge while the\n professor ambled ahead with the familiarity of one who had been there", "\"You know,\" Don said, \"I was half-asleep last night but before the train\n stopped I thought it was running alongside a creek for a while.\"", "\"You see what I mean,\" he said. \"You would have gone right over. I\n believe you would have had a two-mile fall.\"", "his right hand closed over the brink. For a moment he lay there,\n panting, head pressed to the ground.", "\"I'll be careful.\" He walked cautiously toward the edge. Alis followed\n him, a few feet behind. He stopped a yard from the brink and waited for", "\"Looks just about the same,\" she said.\n\n\n \"That's funny. Come on; let's follow it to the edge.\"", "South Creek did not bisect Superior, as Don thought it might, but flowed\n in an arc through a southern segment of it. They had about two miles to", "the gravel when the fireman stopped. \"Okay,\" he said \"where's the edge?\n I don't see nothing.\" The tracks seemed to stretch forever into the\n darkness.", "a spell of dizziness to pass. The Earth was spread out like a\n topographer's map, far below. Don took another wary step, then sat down." ], [ "\"Here, let me cut your eggs for you,\" Alis said. \"You'd better order\n them scrambled tomorrow. Yes, Cavalier. Home of the crackpot theory and\n the latter-day alchemist.\"", "\"What's happening?\" he asked when he saw them. \"Any word from down\n there?\"\n\n\n \"Not that I know of,\" Don said. He introduced him to Alis Garet. \"What\n are you going to do?\"", "over the edge. Alis gave a little shriek. Don was momentarily unnerved\n and had to put his head back on the ground. \"Sorry,\" she said.", "Alis had been creaming and sugaring Don's coffee. She pushed it across\n to him and said, \"It's not on page one. Ed Clark and Mayor Civek don't", "\"What\ncan\nI do?\" the conductor asked.\n\n\n \"You can go over to Cavalier and have breakfast,\" Alis said. \"Nobody's\n going to steal your old train.\"", "\"Chicken,\" said Alis. She laughed uncertainly, then she sat down, too.", "\"You may call me Alis,\" she said. \"And I'm nineteen.\"\n\n\n Don grinned. \"Going on?\"", "\"How do you feel?\" Alis asked.\n\n\n \"Scared. When I get my courage back I'll pick up my head and look.\"", "Alis put a hand out tentatively, then purposefully took hold of his\n ankle and held it tight. \"Just in case a high wind comes along,\" she\n said.", "\"I'll admit to the\ndouble entendre\n,\" Alis said. \"What I meant—for", "Alis—that's A-l-i-s, not A-l-i-c-e—Garet. Are you with the FBI? Or did\n you escape from jail?\"", "\"I'll be careful.\" He walked cautiously toward the edge. Alis followed\n him, a few feet behind. He stopped a yard from the brink and waited for", "along the part was dark. Her eyes had been on a book and Don had the\n opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and", "\"I still can't see where the water goes,\" Don said. He stretched out on\n his stomach and began to inch forward. \"You stay there.\"", "The mess hall, or whatever they called it, was cafeteria style and he\n got in line with a tray for juice, eggs and coffee. He saw no one he", "If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had\n been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in", "The brink, as Alis called it, looked even more awesome by daylight.\n Everything stopped short. There were the remnants of a cornfield, with", "The girl's hair was a subtle red, but false. When Don had entered the\n club car he'd seen her hatless head from above and noticed that the hair", "\"Look how it comes in spurts,\" Alis said.\n\n\n \"As if it's being pumped.\"", "Alis shrugged. \"All I know is you turn on the faucet and there's water.\n Let's go look at the creek.\"\n\n\n They found it coursing along between the banks." ], [ "\"What's happening?\" he asked when he saw them. \"Any word from down\n there?\"\n\n\n \"Not that I know of,\" Don said. He introduced him to Alis Garet. \"What\n are you going to do?\"", "\"You may call me Alis,\" she said. \"And I'm nineteen.\"\n\n\n Don grinned. \"Going on?\"", "over the edge. Alis gave a little shriek. Don was momentarily unnerved\n and had to put his head back on the ground. \"Sorry,\" she said.", "along the part was dark. Her eyes had been on a book and Don had the\n opportunity for a brief study of her face. The cheeks were full and", "If the girl had given Don Cort more than that one glance, or if it had\n been a trained, all-encompassing glance, she would have seen a man in", "Alis had been creaming and sugaring Don's coffee. She pushed it across\n to him and said, \"It's not on page one. Ed Clark and Mayor Civek don't", "\"I'll be careful.\" He walked cautiously toward the edge. Alis followed\n him, a few feet behind. He stopped a yard from the brink and waited for", "Alis put a hand out tentatively, then purposefully took hold of his\n ankle and held it tight. \"Just in case a high wind comes along,\" she\n said.", "Alis—that's A-l-i-s, not A-l-i-c-e—Garet. Are you with the FBI? Or did\n you escape from jail?\"", "\"I still can't see where the water goes,\" Don said. He stretched out on\n his stomach and began to inch forward. \"You stay there.\"", "\"How do you feel?\" Alis asked.\n\n\n \"Scared. When I get my courage back I'll pick up my head and look.\"", "\"I'll admit to the\ndouble entendre\n,\" Alis said. \"What I meant—for", "The girl's hair was a subtle red, but false. When Don had entered the\n club car he'd seen her hatless head from above and noticed that the hair", "before. But there was a wind and they did not venture too close.\n Nevertheless, Don could see that it apparently was a neat, sharp edge,\n not one of your old ragged, random edges such as might have been caused", "\"He's a doll,\" Alis said. \"He's about the only one in town who stands up\n to Father.\"\n\n\n \"Does your father claim that\nhe\nlevitated Superior off the face of the\n Earth?\"", "\"Gladly. And now, Don, unless you want another cup of coffee, I'll go\n with you to the end of the world.\"", "\"Well,\" Don said as they turned to go back to Cavalier, \"now we know\n that they know. Maybe we'll begin to get some answers. Or, if not\n answers, then transportation.\"", "\"Look how it comes in spurts,\" Alis said.\n\n\n \"As if it's being pumped.\"", "Standing on tiptoe and repressing a touch of giddiness, Don looked over\n the edge. He didn't have to stand on tiptoe any more than he had to sit", "\"Miss Jervis. I'm Civek. You know Mr. Cort, I suppose.\"\n\n\n The girl smiled sideways. \"We have a nodding acquaintance.\" Don nodded\n and grinned." ] ]

[ "Why were the beings readily applying for the trip to Earth?", "Why was the Vegan not chosen to make the trip to Earth?", "Why was the large Kallerian not chosen for the journey?", "Why did the Wazzenazzian feel that he would be beneficial as an employee to the recruiter?", "Why did Lawrence close his eyes and toddle around in a 360-degree rotation?", "Why did the recruiter offer Lawrence $50 Galactic a week?", "Why were the Sirian spiders rejected for the travel plan?", "Why was the interviewer uninterested in Gorb?", "Why was the Stortulian so determined to make it to Earth?", "What was shocking about the Stortulian's return to the interview office later in the day?" ]

[ [ "They were looking for a way to overturn Earth. ", "If was their only opportunity after the Terra for Terrans movement. ", "They were bored of their lives on their home planets. ", "They were hoping for handouts. " ], [ "There were too many of his kind already in inventory.", "They were worrisome and difficult to work with. ", "He was much to large in size to accommodate. ", "The upkeep for the species was too much. " ], [ "There were already four Kallerians in inventory. ", "His species was too large to travel in the group. ", "He was argumentative during the interview process. ", "His payout demands exceeded their budget. " ], [ "He could morph into any species he wanted for outwards appearance. ", "He said he knew all there is to know about alien life-forms", "He was capable of speaking all languages. ", "He was powerful among the Wazzenazzian and capable of swaying decisions. " ], [ "That was a sign that he was happy. ", "That was a sign that he was irritated with the recruiter's decision. ", "That was a sign that he was giving an apologetic smile. ", "He was disoriented. " ], [ "That was what was promised to all travelers to Earth for display.", "He was able to offer him less, knowing he would still accept and be grateful. ", "He could be paid less because he was smaller and less of an attraction. ", "He would be paid less because he would also be reimbursed for expenses and have free travel. " ], [ "They demanded too high of payment. ", "They had an over-supply of their species.", "They all expected a handout", "They were difficult to work with. " ], [ "He was demanding and rude, which the interviewer did not bend for. ", "He was a fugitive. ", "He appeared to be a human.", "He was bargaining with sympathy, which the interviewer did not bend for. " ], [ "He wanted to seek revenge on his wife. ", "He was desperate for money.", "He wanted to find and bring back his wife. ", "He was fearful of his future with the other Stortulians. " ], [ "His depression was building to a suicide attempt. ", "He had morphed into a larger being. ", "He was motivated to commit murder. ", "He was disguising himself as another being. " ] ]

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[ [ "The spherical creature clapped his hands in joy, three hands clapping\n on one side, two on the other. \"Wonderful! I will see Earth at last! I\n accept the terms!\"", "from Earth, stranded here and out of cash. You want a free trip back to\n Earth. No deal. The demand for beings from Wazzenazz XIII is pretty low", "would work for nothing, or even pay us, just so long as we let him get\n to Earth. My conscience won't let me really\nexploit\na being, but I", "\"I am a being of Regulus II,\" came the grave, booming reply, even\n before I had picked up the blank. \"I need no special care and I am not\n a fugitive from the law of any world.\"", "advertise and they come flocking to us. Every alien wants to see Earth\n once in his lifetime, and there's only one way he can do it.", "Broadsides like that, distributed wholesale in half a thousand\n languages, always bring them running. And the Corrigan Institute really\n packs in the crowds back on Earth. Why not? It's the best of its kind,", "My face was expressionless. \"You don't really intend to join our\n organization at all—you just want free passage to Earth?\"", "Before then, anyone could visit Earth. After the gate clanged down,\n a non-terrestrial could only get onto Sol III as a specimen in a\n scientific collection—in short, as an exhibit in a zoo.", "You'd think it would be sort of humiliating to become a specimen in a\n zoo, but most of these races take it as an honor. And there's always", "Through the front window of the office, I could see our big gay tridim\n sign plastered to a facing wall: WANTED—EXTRATERRESTRIALS! We had", "Nine of the fifty were okay. The rest were unacceptable for one reason\n or another, and they took the bad news quietly enough. The haul for the\n day so far was close to two dozen new life-forms under contract.", "\"I'll be placed on exhibition at your Institute on Earth. You'll pay\n for my services, transportation and expenses. I'll be required to\n remain on exhibit no more than one-third of each Terran sidereal day.\"", "\"I've never been within a dozen parsecs of Earth,\" he said smoothly. \"I\n happen to be a representative of the only Earthlike race that exists", "\"Begging your most honored pardon most humbly, important sir. I am a\n being of Stortul XII, having sold my last few possessions to travel\n to Ghryne for the miserable purpose of obtaining an interview with\n yourself.\"", "came in every shape and form, in all colors and textures—and all of\n them eager for a Corrigan contract. The Galaxy is full of bizarre\n beings, but there's barely a species anywhere that can resist the old", "The door opened and a timid-looking life-form advanced toward me on\n nervous little legs. He was a globular creature about the size of a", "\"Failure to deny is admission of guilt. You are guilty, Earthman.\"\nClosing my eyes wearily, I tried to wish the whole babbling lot of them", "languishing in sadness and pining for her return. You\nmust\ntake me to\n Earth!\"", "only one human race in the Galaxy—on Earth. I was going to need some\n real good reason before I gave a down-and-out grifter a free ticket\n home.", "He looked at me queerly and nodded. A being entered. I took a long\n close look at the life-form when it came in, and after that I took" ], [ "It was also my sad duty to nix a Vegan who was negotiating through a\n Ghrynian agent. A Vegan would be a top-flight attraction, being some", "upkeep runs into literally tons of fresh meat a day, and not just any\n old kind of meat either. So we had to do without the Vegan.", "\"I've never been within a dozen parsecs of Earth,\" he said smoothly. \"I\n happen to be a representative of the only Earthlike race that exists", "from Earth, stranded here and out of cash. You want a free trip back to\n Earth. No deal. The demand for beings from Wazzenazz XIII is pretty low", "Before then, anyone could visit Earth. After the gate clanged down,\n a non-terrestrial could only get onto Sol III as a specimen in a\n scientific collection—in short, as an exhibit in a zoo.", "The spherical creature clapped his hands in joy, three hands clapping\n on one side, two on the other. \"Wonderful! I will see Earth at last! I\n accept the terms!\"", "\"I am a being of Regulus II,\" came the grave, booming reply, even\n before I had picked up the blank. \"I need no special care and I am not\n a fugitive from the law of any world.\"", "anywhere in the Galaxy but on Earth itself. Wazzenazz XIII is a small\n and little-known planet in the Crab Nebula. Through an evolutionary", "had turned away three more ursinoids, hired a vegetable from Miazan,\n and said no to a scaly pseudo-armadillo from one of the Delta Worlds.", "My face was expressionless. \"You don't really intend to join our\n organization at all—you just want free passage to Earth?\"", "would work for nothing, or even pay us, just so long as we let him get\n to Earth. My conscience won't let me really\nexploit\na being, but I", "\"There's been a mistake. We're interested in non-terrestrials only.\"", "I said, \"You'll have to understand, Freeman Heraal, that it's not our\n policy to maintain more than a few members of each species at our", "only one human race in the Galaxy—on Earth. I was going to need some\n real good reason before I gave a down-and-out grifter a free ticket\n home.", "Heraal boomed, \"You are responsible for what is to happen now. I have\n notified the authorities and you prosecuted will be for causing the\n death of a life-form! Suffer, Earthborn ape! Suffer!\"", "go home to Earth. I don't want you hanging around here bothering me.\n I'm not looking to hire new staff members, and if you switch back to", "\"I'm a non-terrestrial. My name is Ildwar Gorb, of the planet Wazzenazz\n XIII.\"", "\"Failure to deny is admission of guilt. You are guilty, Earthman.\"\nClosing my eyes wearily, I tried to wish the whole babbling lot of them", "The little being immediately emitted a soul-shaking gasp. \"It is she!\n It is she!\"\n\n\n \"I'm afraid we don't have room for any more—\"", "languishing in sadness and pining for her return. You\nmust\ntake me to\n Earth!\"" ], [ "They surrounded the towering Kallerian and sweet-talkingly led him\n away. He wasn't minded to quarrel physically, or he could have knocked", "The Kallerian stood motionless before me. They're hairy creatures, and\n this one had a coarse, thick mat of blue fur completely covering his", "The first harbinger of woe turned up after lunch in the person of a\n Kallerian. The Kallerian was the sixth applicant that afternoon. I", "Institute. And we're not currently in need of any Kallerian males,\n because—\"", "Hardly had the 'dillo scuttled dejectedly out of my office when the\n Kallerian came striding in, not even waiting for Stebbins to admit him\n officially.", "He was big even for his kind—in the neighborhood of nine feet high,\n and getting on toward a ton. He planted himself firmly on his three", "Kallerian now, but I'll give preference to the Clan Gursdrinn as soon\n as a vacancy—\"", "The office door crashed open at that point and Heraal, the Kallerian,\n came thundering in. He was dressed from head to toe in glittering", "policemen and my three assistants forgot the dead Kallerian for a\n moment and turned to eye the newcomer.", "stocky feet, extended his massive arms in a Kallerian greeting-gesture,\n and growled, \"I am Vallo Heraal, Freeman of Kaller IV. You will sign me\n immediately to a contract.\"", "I had just about begun to forget about the incidents of the Kallerian's\n outraged pride and the Stortulian's flighty wife when the door opened", "I've had a hard day. There's been a Kallerian in here who just about\n threatened murder, and there's been a Stortulian in here who's about", "\"The evidence lies before us,\" intoned the leader, \"in the cadaver\n of the unfortunate Kallerian who filed the complaint with us several\n minutes ago.\"", "\"Threats will get you nowhere, Freeman Heraal. I give you my word I'll\n get in touch with you as soon as our organization has room for another\n Kallerian. And now, please, there are many applicants waiting—\"", "\"The Stortulian will be duly punished,\" replied the leader of the\n Ghrynian cops calmly. \"But there is the matter of the dead Kallerian\n and the fine of—\"", "The little being immediately emitted a soul-shaking gasp. \"It is she!\n It is she!\"\n\n\n \"I'm afraid we don't have room for any more—\"", "\"You will hire me or trouble I will make!\"\n\n\n I opened our inventory chart. I showed him that we were already\n carrying four Kallerians, and that was more than plenty.", "The beady little eyes flashed like beacons in the fur. \"Yes, you have\n four representatives—of the Clan Verdrokh! None of the Clan Gursdrinn!", "My three staff men, Auchinleck, Stebbins and Ludlow, walked shieldwise\n in front of me. I peered between them to size the crop up. The aliens", "400 feet long and appropriately fearsome to the eye, but I didn't see\n how we could take one on. They're gentle and likable beings, but their" ], [ "\"Hold it,\" the Wazzenazzian said crisply. \"The Consulate can't help\n you. I can.\"\n\n\n \"You?\" I said.", "\"Funny,\" I said.\n\n\n \"What is?\" asked the self-styled Wazzenazzian.", "my pitch a bit. If you won't believe I'm from Wazzenazz XIII, suppose I\n tell you that I\nam", "though he was clean and reasonably well dressed, he had a shabby look\n about him. He said, in level Terran accents, \"I'm looking for a job\n with your outfit, Corrigan.\"", "There was something glib and appealing about this preposterous phony. I\n guess I recognized a kindred spirit or I would have tossed him out on", "The little Regulan was as good as hired. Only the formalities remained.\n \"You understand our terms, Mr. Fitzgerald?\"", "But I wasn't buying it, even if I could appreciate his cleverness\n intellectually. There's no such place as Wazzenazz XIII and there's", "He pointed a finger squarely at me and said, \"You're making a big\n mistake. I'm just what your outfit needs. A representative of a", "He sat down facing me without being asked and crossed his legs. He was\n tall and extremely thin, with pale blue eyes and dirty-blond hair, and", "I buzzed for Ludlow and gave him the fast signal that meant we were\n signing this alien up at half the usual pay, and Ludlow took him into\n the other office to sign him up.", "\"Of course not.\" I took advantage of his pathetic upset to steam right\n along. \"Now if you had come in here and simply asked me to sign you up,", "\"Begging your most honored pardon most humbly, important sir. I am a\n being of Stortul XII, having sold my last few possessions to travel\n to Ghryne for the miserable purpose of obtaining an interview with\n yourself.\"", "The office buzzer sounded. Auchinleck said unctuously, \"The first\n applicant is ready to see you, sir.\"\n\n\n \"Send him, her or it in.\"", "am\nEarthborn, and that I'm looking for a job on your\n staff.\"", "\"I'm a non-terrestrial. My name is Ildwar Gorb, of the planet Wazzenazz\n XIII.\"", "The first harbinger of woe turned up after lunch in the person of a\n Kallerian. The Kallerian was the sixth applicant that afternoon. I", "some\nconscience, and I had the\n uneasy feeling I had just been talking to a being who was about to\n commit suicide on my account.", "\"You see? He's incompetent. Suppose you fire him, take me on instead.\n I've been living in the outworlds half my life; I know all there is to", "and the Earthman who called himself Ildwar Gorb of Wazzenazz XIII\n stepped in.", "stocky feet, extended his massive arms in a Kallerian greeting-gesture,\n and growled, \"I am Vallo Heraal, Freeman of Kaller IV. You will sign me\n immediately to a contract.\"" ], [ "The being closed his eyes and toddled around in a 360-degree rotation,\n remaining in place. On his world, that gesture is the equivalent of", "The Stortulian seemed to shrivel. His eyelids closed half-way to mask\n his tears. He turned and shambled slowly to the door, walking like a", "He was big even for his kind—in the neighborhood of nine feet high,\n and getting on toward a ton. He planted himself firmly on his three", "There was a lidless eye at the top of his head and five lidded ones,\n one above each arm. Plus a big, gaping, toothless mouth.", "He sat down facing me without being asked and crossed his legs. He was\n tall and extremely thin, with pale blue eyes and dirty-blond hair, and", "I weaved dizzily toward my desk and dropped into my chair. A flying\n fragment of wall had deflated my pneumatic cushion. The smell of ashed", "creature about three feet high. His fur, which should have been a\n lustrous black, was a dull gray, and his eyes were wet and sad. His", "The door opened and a timid-looking life-form advanced toward me on\n nervous little legs. He was a globular creature about the size of a", "He looked at me queerly and nodded. A being entered. I took a long\n close look at the life-form when it came in, and after that I took", "The spherical creature clapped his hands in joy, three hands clapping\n on one side, two on the other. \"Wonderful! I will see Earth at last! I\n accept the terms!\"", "savagely through his body. He toppled forward onto the carpet with the\n sword projecting a couple of feet out of his back. A few driblets of\n bluish-purple blood spread from beneath him.", "My three staff men, Auchinleck, Stebbins and Ludlow, walked shieldwise\n in front of me. I peered between them to size the crop up. The aliens", "\"This is the law. Do you deny that your stubborn refusal to yield to\n this late life-form's request lies at the root of his sad demise?\"\n\n\n \"Well, no, but—\"", "He spoke in a drab monotone that almost, but not quite, had me weeping.\n I watched him shuffle out. I do have\nsome", "The small figure of the Stortulian trudged through the open doorway\n and stationed itself limply near the threshold. The three Ghrynian", "in a spume of tanglemesh the instant he went for his blaster, but he\n didn't move. He bellowed, \"I have vowed a vow, Earthman. Take me to", "He glowered at me reproachfully for a moment, stood up and sauntered to\n the door. \"I thought you were a man of acumen, Corrigan. Well, think", "abhorrent to them. When they're troubled, they kill the person who\n caused their trouble. In this case, you.\"\nI began to chuckle—more of a tension-relieving snicker than a", "body. Two fierce eyes glimmered out through the otherwise dense blanket\n of fur. He was wearing the kilt, girdle and ceremonial blaster of his\n warlike race.", "\"How did\nyou\nget in here?\" I demanded.\n\n\n \"Your man happened to be looking the wrong way,\" he said cheerily.\n \"Change your mind about me yet?\"" ], [ "\"And the pay will be—ah—$50 Galactic a week, plus expenses and\n transportation.\"", "Gorb grinned rakishly. \"Five thousand in cash plus a contract as a\n specimen with your outfit. In advance, of course. That's a heck of a\n lot better than forking over a hundred grand, isn't it?\"", "though he was clean and reasonably well dressed, he had a shabby look\n about him. He said, in level Terran accents, \"I'm looking for a job\n with your outfit, Corrigan.\"", "I buzzed for Ludlow and gave him the fast signal that meant we were\n signing this alien up at half the usual pay, and Ludlow took him into\n the other office to sign him up.", "I had visions of unending troubles with the law here on Ghryne. I\n resolved never to come here on a recruiting trip again—or, if I\ndid\ncome, to figure out some more effective way of screening myself against\n crackpots.", "\"I'll be placed on exhibition at your Institute on Earth. You'll pay\n for my services, transportation and expenses. I'll be required to\n remain on exhibit no more than one-third of each Terran sidereal day.\"", "The little Regulan was as good as hired. Only the formalities remained.\n \"You understand our terms, Mr. Fitzgerald?\"", "Nine of the fifty were okay. The rest were unacceptable for one reason\n or another, and they took the bad news quietly enough. The haul for the\n day so far was close to two dozen new life-forms under contract.", "\"No. You will hire me now.\"\n\n\n \"It can't be done, Freeman Heraal. We have a budget, and we stick to\n it.\"", "from Earth, stranded here and out of cash. You want a free trip back to\n Earth. No deal. The demand for beings from Wazzenazz XIII is pretty low", "\"I am a being of Regulus II,\" came the grave, booming reply, even\n before I had picked up the blank. \"I need no special care and I am not\n a fugitive from the law of any world.\"", "stocky feet, extended his massive arms in a Kallerian greeting-gesture,\n and growled, \"I am Vallo Heraal, Freeman of Kaller IV. You will sign me\n immediately to a contract.\"", "\"You see? He's incompetent. Suppose you fire him, take me on instead.\n I've been living in the outworlds half my life; I know all there is to", "\"And therefore,\" said the third lizard, \"it is our duty to arrest\n you for this crime and declare you subject to a fine of no less than\n $100,000 Galactic or two years in prison.\"", "came in every shape and form, in all colors and textures—and all of\n them eager for a Corrigan contract. The Galaxy is full of bizarre\n beings, but there's barely a species anywhere that can resist the old", "\"Of course not.\" I took advantage of his pathetic upset to steam right\n along. \"Now if you had come in here and simply asked me to sign you up,", "world? Want to draw good pay, work short hours, experience the thrills\n of show business on romantic Terra? If you are a non-terrestrial,\n there may be a place for you in the Corrigan Institute of", "an apologetic smile. \"My Regulan name no longer matters. I am now and\n shall evermore be Lawrence R. Fitzgerald. I am a Terraphile, you see.\"", "would work for nothing, or even pay us, just so long as we let him get\n to Earth. My conscience won't let me really\nexploit\na being, but I", "Through the front window of the office, I could see our big gay tridim\n sign plastered to a facing wall: WANTED—EXTRATERRESTRIALS! We had" ], [ "Next came a bedraggled Sirian spider who was more interested in a\n handout than a job. If there's any species we have a real over-supply", "Nine of the fifty were okay. The rest were unacceptable for one reason\n or another, and they took the bad news quietly enough. The haul for the\n day so far was close to two dozen new life-forms under contract.", "The spherical creature clapped his hands in joy, three hands clapping\n on one side, two on the other. \"Wonderful! I will see Earth at last! I\n accept the terms!\"", "fifty of the reptilian natives of Ghryne, seven Sirian spiders, and no\n less than nineteen chlorine-breathing Procyonites wearing gas masks.", "from Earth, stranded here and out of cash. You want a free trip back to\n Earth. No deal. The demand for beings from Wazzenazz XIII is pretty low", "had turned away three more ursinoids, hired a vegetable from Miazan,\n and said no to a scaly pseudo-armadillo from one of the Delta Worlds.", "\"Begging your most honored pardon most humbly, important sir. I am a\n being of Stortul XII, having sold my last few possessions to travel\n to Ghryne for the miserable purpose of obtaining an interview with\n yourself.\"", "\"There's been a mistake. We're interested in non-terrestrials only.\"", "The door opened and a timid-looking life-form advanced toward me on\n nervous little legs. He was a globular creature about the size of a", "\"I am a being of Regulus II,\" came the grave, booming reply, even\n before I had picked up the blank. \"I need no special care and I am not\n a fugitive from the law of any world.\"", "Before then, anyone could visit Earth. After the gate clanged down,\n a non-terrestrial could only get onto Sol III as a specimen in a\n scientific collection—in short, as an exhibit in a zoo.", "The little being immediately emitted a soul-shaking gasp. \"It is she!\n It is she!\"\n\n\n \"I'm afraid we don't have room for any more—\"", "\"I've never been within a dozen parsecs of Earth,\" he said smoothly. \"I\n happen to be a representative of the only Earthlike race that exists", "We don't keep too big an inventory. At last count, we had 690 specimens\n before this trip, representing 298 different intelligent life-forms.", "It was also my sad duty to nix a Vegan who was negotiating through a\n Ghrynian agent. A Vegan would be a top-flight attraction, being some", "I said, \"You'll have to understand, Freeman Heraal, that it's not our\n policy to maintain more than a few members of each species at our", "scientific interest, and the World Government will deport the\n undesirable alien back to its home world. But I wouldn't pull a low\n trick like that on our female Stortulian.", "\"I'm a non-terrestrial. My name is Ildwar Gorb, of the planet Wazzenazz\n XIII.\"", "\"Failure to deny is admission of guilt. You are guilty, Earthman.\"\nClosing my eyes wearily, I tried to wish the whole babbling lot of them", "I said, \"I don't see how we can manage it. The laws are very strict\n on the subject of bringing alien life to Earth. It has to be for" ], [ "I pulled away from his yawning mouth. \"Good-by, Mr. Gorb,\" I repeated.", "Gorb shrugged. \"I figured you hadn't changed your mind, so I've changed", "I took a deep breath and glanced all around the paneled ceiling of\n the office before I spoke. \"Listen, Gorb, or whatever your name is,", "Gorb shrugged. \"What have I to lose?\"", "\"Evidently you don't know as much as you think you do about Stortulian\n psychology, Corrigan,\" Gorb said lightly. \"Suicide is completely", "\"All I ask is a contract, Corrigan. It isn't much. I'll be a big\n attraction. I'll—\"\n\n\n \"\nGood-by, Mr. Gorb!\n\"", "saw the three Ghrynian policemen sitting on the raving Stortulian. The\n man who called himself Ildwar Gorb was getting to his feet and dusting\n himself off.", "\"Don't mention it,\" Gorb said.", "these days. Zero, in fact. Good-by, Mr. Gorb.\"", "Gorb grinned rakishly. \"Five thousand in cash plus a contract as a\n specimen with your outfit. In advance, of course. That's a heck of a\n lot better than forking over a hundred grand, isn't it?\"", "He sat down facing me without being asked and crossed his legs. He was\n tall and extremely thin, with pale blue eyes and dirty-blond hair, and", "\"Begging your most honored pardon most humbly, important sir. I am a\n being of Stortul XII, having sold my last few possessions to travel\n to Ghryne for the miserable purpose of obtaining an interview with\n yourself.\"", "I eyed Gorb uncertainly. The Terran Consulate people probably wouldn't\n be much help; they tried to keep out of local squabbles unless they", "\"Right, Chief.\" Stebbins moved toward the visiphone.\n\n\n Gorb stepped forward and put a hand on his chest.", "\"Very clever, Mr. Gorb.\" I grinned at him and shook my head. \"You spin\n a good yarn—but for my money, you're really Sam Jones or Phil Smith", "He spoke in a drab monotone that almost, but not quite, had me weeping.\n I watched him shuffle out. I do have\nsome", "I mopped sweat from my forehead and began to buzz Stebbins for the next\n applicant. But before my finger touched the button, the door popped\n open and a small being came scooting in, followed by an angry Stebbins.", "There was something glib and appealing about this preposterous phony. I\n guess I recognized a kindred spirit or I would have tossed him out on", "The office buzzer sounded. Auchinleck said unctuously, \"The first\n applicant is ready to see you, sir.\"\n\n\n \"Send him, her or it in.\"", "and the Earthman who called himself Ildwar Gorb of Wazzenazz XIII\n stepped in." ], [ "\"Yes, yes!\" wailed the Stortulian. \"Find some other member of my race,\n if you must! Let me have my wife again, Earthman! Is your heart a dead", "\"Begging your most honored pardon most humbly, important sir. I am a\n being of Stortul XII, having sold my last few possessions to travel\n to Ghryne for the miserable purpose of obtaining an interview with\n yourself.\"", "In heart-rending tones, the Stortulian declared, \"Life is no longer\n worth living. My last hope is gone. There is only one thing left for me\n to do.\"", "The Stortulian seemed to shrivel. His eyelids closed half-way to mask\n his tears. He turned and shambled slowly to the door, walking like a", "scientific interest, and the World Government will deport the\n undesirable alien back to its home world. But I wouldn't pull a low\n trick like that on our female Stortulian.", "He helped me up. \"Sorry to have had to tackle you, Corrigan. But that\n Stortulian wasn't here to commit suicide, you see. He was out to get\n you.\"", "languishing in sadness and pining for her return. You\nmust\ntake me to\n Earth!\"", "The spherical creature clapped his hands in joy, three hands clapping\n on one side, two on the other. \"Wonderful! I will see Earth at last! I\n accept the terms!\"", "himself\n, and the pint-sized Stortulian who looked so meek and\n pathetic damn near blew my head off.\" I shuddered. \"Thanks for the\n tackle job.\"", "remembered that any minute that scrawny little Stortulian was likely to\n come bursting in here to kill himself too. Was it a fine of $100,000", "\"I must see her—her and this disgrace-bringing lover of hers. I must\n reason with her. Earthman, can't you see I must appeal to her inner\n flame?\nI must bring her back!\n\"", "\"Evidently you don't know as much as you think you do about Stortulian\n psychology, Corrigan,\" Gorb said lightly. \"Suicide is completely", "would work for nothing, or even pay us, just so long as we let him get\n to Earth. My conscience won't let me really\nexploit\na being, but I", "The small figure of the Stortulian trudged through the open doorway\n and stationed itself limply near the threshold. The three Ghrynian", "Stebbins nodded dolefully and backed out.\nThe alien was a pathetic sight: a Stortulian, a squirrely-looking", "\"The Stortulian will be duly punished,\" replied the leader of the\n Ghrynian cops calmly. \"But there is the matter of the dead Kallerian\n and the fine of—\"", "\"This is known to me. The female—is her name perchance Tiress?\"\n\n\n I glanced down at the inventory chart until I found the Stortulian\n entry. \"Yes, that's her name.\"", "Heraal boomed, \"You are responsible for what is to happen now. I have\n notified the authorities and you prosecuted will be for causing the\n death of a life-form! Suffer, Earthborn ape! Suffer!\"", "I said, \"I'd better tell you right at the outset that we're already\n carrying our full complement of Stortulians. We have both a male and a\n female now and—\"", "another one. I wondered what kind of stunt was being pulled. So far as\n I could tell, the being was quite plainly nothing but an Earthman." ], [ "The Stortulian seemed to shrivel. His eyelids closed half-way to mask\n his tears. He turned and shambled slowly to the door, walking like a", "I had just about begun to forget about the incidents of the Kallerian's\n outraged pride and the Stortulian's flighty wife when the door opened", "I've had a hard day. There's been a Kallerian in here who just about\n threatened murder, and there's been a Stortulian in here who's about", "himself\n, and the pint-sized Stortulian who looked so meek and\n pathetic damn near blew my head off.\" I shuddered. \"Thanks for the\n tackle job.\"", "He helped me up. \"Sorry to have had to tackle you, Corrigan. But that\n Stortulian wasn't here to commit suicide, you see. He was out to get\n you.\"", "remembered that any minute that scrawny little Stortulian was likely to\n come bursting in here to kill himself too. Was it a fine of $100,000", "\"Yes, yes!\" wailed the Stortulian. \"Find some other member of my race,\n if you must! Let me have my wife again, Earthman! Is your heart a dead", "In heart-rending tones, the Stortulian declared, \"Life is no longer\n worth living. My last hope is gone. There is only one thing left for me\n to do.\"", "\"Evidently you don't know as much as you think you do about Stortulian\n psychology, Corrigan,\" Gorb said lightly. \"Suicide is completely", "The small figure of the Stortulian trudged through the open doorway\n and stationed itself limply near the threshold. The three Ghrynian", "saw the three Ghrynian policemen sitting on the raving Stortulian. The\n man who called himself Ildwar Gorb was getting to his feet and dusting\n himself off.", "I mopped sweat from my forehead and began to buzz Stebbins for the next\n applicant. But before my finger touched the button, the door popped\n open and a small being came scooting in, followed by an angry Stebbins.", "The office door crashed open at that point and Heraal, the Kallerian,\n came thundering in. He was dressed from head to toe in glittering", "\"Begging your most honored pardon most humbly, important sir. I am a\n being of Stortul XII, having sold my last few possessions to travel\n to Ghryne for the miserable purpose of obtaining an interview with\n yourself.\"", "The first harbinger of woe turned up after lunch in the person of a\n Kallerian. The Kallerian was the sixth applicant that afternoon. I", "\"The Stortulian will be duly punished,\" replied the leader of the\n Ghrynian cops calmly. \"But there is the matter of the dead Kallerian\n and the fine of—\"", "Before I could react to the big life-form's hara-kiri, the office door\n flew open again and three sleek reptilian beings entered, garbed in the", "some\nconscience, and I had the\n uneasy feeling I had just been talking to a being who was about to\n commit suicide on my account.", "\"Send them in one at a time,\" I told Stebbins. I ducked into the\n office, took my place back of the desk and waited for the procession to\n begin.", "abhorrent to them. When they're troubled, they kill the person who\n caused their trouble. In this case, you.\"\nI began to chuckle—more of a tension-relieving snicker than a" ] ]

[ "What is the Brightside?", "Why does Baron think there was something wrong with Claney's filters?", "How does Claney feel about Mikuta?", "What happened to Wyatt and Carpenter?", "What was Sanderson studying?", "What does Baron think was one of the mistakes Claney's team made?", "What is the twilight zone?", "Why doesn't the Major want McIvers to scout ahead?", "What is the Red Lion?" ]

[ [ "The Brightside is the side of Mercury that constantly faces the sun.", "The Brightside is the first passage to the core of Vulcan Crater on Venus.", "The Brightside is the name of the passage on the Andean mountains of Venus.", "The Brightside is the name of the crossing the climbers are going to climb." ], [ "Claney's face is extremely sunburned.", "Claney's face is twisted and brown.", "Claney's face is covered in scars.", "Claney's face is covered in cancerous tumors." ], [ "Claney likes Mikuta. He can trust Mikuta.", "Claney doesn't like Mikuta. Mikuta makes too many mistakes.", "Claney likes Mikuta, but Mikuta makes too many mistakes.", "Claney doesn't like Mikuta. He can't trust Mikuta." ], [ "They died when a rock slide crushed their vehicle while they were attempting the Brightside Crossing.", "They crossed the Brightside at aphelion.", "They disappeared after their ship set off for Mercury. They were on a mission to cross the Brightside.", "They disappeared when they attempted to cross the Brightside at perihelion." ], [ "The Brightside ", "The Darkside", "The twilight zone", "The Sun" ], [ "Trying to cross on foot", "Using suits with fiberglass lining", "Not counting on the Bugs for protection", "Asking McIvers to be on the team" ], [ "The place at the end of the Brightside Crossing.", "A lab where they study the Sun.", "The place between Brightside and Darkside.", "A lab where they study Mercury." ], [ "The Major thinks McIvers is up to something. The Major wants McIvers close, so he can keep an eye on him.", "The Major thinks it's safer if they stay together.", "The Major doesn't want McIvers to steal the glory by completing the crossing first.", "The Major doesn't want to be responsible if McIvers dies." ], [ "A gentlemen's club", "A restaurant", "A club for explorers and adventurers", "A bar" ] ]

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[ [ "“Not exactly. But Brightside is no place to count on luck.”\nThe Major laughed. “I don’t think we need to worry about\n McIvers. We understood each other when I talked up the", "Brightside", "do it and neither can you. No human beings will ever cross\n the Brightside alive, not if they try for centuries.”\n“Nonsense,” Baron declared. “We will.”", "“Never,” said Baron.\n“Let me tell you,” Peter Claney said.\nI’d been interested in the Brightside for almost as long as", "of Brightside. But in a couple of hours we rumbled past Sanderson’s\n little outpost observatory and the tracks stopped. We\n were in virgin territory and already the Sun was beginning to", "terrible tragedy. After that, I followed Sanderson’s work in the\n Twilight Lab up there and began to get Brightside into my\n blood, sure as death.", "healing.\nThe stranger said, “I’m glad you waited. I’ve heard you’re\n planning to attempt the Brightside.”", "We jumped off from Twilight on a course due southeast\n with thirty days to make it to the Center of Brightside. If we\n could cross an average of seventy miles a day, we could hit", "got\nto. You’re the only man on Earth who’s\n attempted a Brightside Crossing and lived through it! And the\n story you cleared for the news—it was nothing. We need", "Baron stared at the man for a moment. “I see you can read\n telecasts,” he said coldly. “The news was correct. We are going\n to make a Brightside Crossing.”", "say much about it. Stone was getting edgy and so was I. We\n spent the second day studying charts of the Brightside, such as\n they were. The best available were pretty poor, taken from so", "“That’s right. A hot trip.” He grinned at me. “Might be\n dangerous, too.”\n“What trip?”\n“Brightside of Mercury,” the Major said.", "well. There was an atmosphere and a constant atmospheric\n flow from Brightside to Darkside. Not much—the lighter gases\n had reached escape velocity and disappeared from Brightside", "This was as far as Wyatt and Carpenter had gotten on\ntheir\nBrightside Crossing.\nOn the fifth driving period out, the terrain began to change.", "to estimate the depth and nature of the surface upheavals on\n Brightside from his samplings. The trick was to find a passage\n that avoided those upheavals as far as possible. But in the final", "arrived with the supplies and equipment a few days earlier.\n Poor Jack met us at the rocket landing almost bawling, Sanderson\n had given him such a gloomy picture of what Brightside\n was like.", "before.\nTwilight Lab wasn’t particularly interested in the Brightside,\n of course—the Sun was Sanderson’s baby and he’d picked", "the Sun, which means that the Brightside is always facing in.\n That makes the Brightside of Mercury at perihelion the hottest\n place in the Solar System, with one single exception: the", "volcanoes on the Brightside—even on the Darkside, though\n surface activity there was pretty much slowed down and\n localized.\nBut there were problems of atmosphere on Brightside, as", "worse heat in the Solar System was the surface of the Sun\n itself.\nBrightside was worth trying for. We would get it or it would\n get us. That was the bargain." ], [ "finger at Claney’s face. “That, for instance—epithelioma?\n Why? What was wrong with your glass? Your filters? We’ve", "next.”\nBaron nodded in agreement. “What kind of suits did you\n have?”\n“The best insulating suits ever made,” said Claney. “Each", "Claney shrugged. “I was there. I know what I’m saying. You\n can blame the equipment or the men—there were flaws in\n both quarters—but we just didn’t know what we were fighting.", "“Never,” said Baron.\n“Let me tell you,” Peter Claney said.\nI’d been interested in the Brightside for almost as long as", "Baron stared at the man for a moment. “I see you can read\n telecasts,” he said coldly. “The news was correct. We are going\n to make a Brightside Crossing.”", "“Go on,” he said tautly. “You started on schedule?”\n“Oh, yes,” said Claney, “we started on schedule, all right.", "got to know those things. If you can tell us, we can make\n it across where your attempt failed—”\n“You want to know why we failed?” asked Claney.", "details\n. Where did your equipment fall down? Where did you\n miscalculate? What were the trouble spots?” Baron jabbed a", "“How about the Bugs?”\n“They were insulated, too, but we weren’t counting on\n them too much for protection.”\n“You weren’t!” Baron exclaimed. “Why not?”", "“We’d be in and out of them too much. They gave us mobility\n and storage, but we knew we’d have to do a lot of\n forward work on foot.” Claney smiled bitterly. “Which meant", "Baron’s eyes were wide with excitement, all trace of anger\n gone. “Great balls of fire, man—\nwhere have you been hiding?\nWe’ve been trying to contact you for months!”", "“The name is Claney,” said the stranger.\nThere was a silence. Then: “Claney?\nPeter\nClaney?”\n“That’s right.”", "Stone and McIvers were thick as thieves, and everything was\n set for an early departure after we got some rest.\n“And that,” said Baron, finishing his drink and signaling", "Claney shrugged, glanced at the small quiet tables around\n them. “There are lots of bizarre personalities around a place\n like this, and some of the best wouldn’t seem to be the most", "without justifying it.\nPresently a small, grizzled man crossed the room and sat\n down at Baron’s table. He was short and wiry. His face held", "without expression. Then he said slowly, “No, I’m afraid you’re\n not going to make the Crossing.”\n“Say, who are you, if you don’t mind?” Baron demanded.", "Peter Claney shook his head. “I can’t tell you anything you\n want to hear.”\n“But you’ve\ngot", "pardons, Mr. Baron. The gentleman—he would leave no\n name. He said you’d want to see him. He will be back by\n eight.”", "the waiter for another pair, “was your first big mistake.”\nPeter Claney raised his eyebrows. “McIvers?”\n“Of course.”", "liable to get awfully uneasy and none of them can\n ever give you an answer that makes sense. Anyway, Stone had\n borrowed three men from the Lab, and had the supplies and" ], [ "this trek. I had a funny feeling that Jack really didn’t care for\n exploring too much, but he thought Mikuta was God, followed\n him around like a puppy.", "“Go on,” he said tautly. “You started on schedule?”\n“Oh, yes,” said Claney, “we started on schedule, all right.", "“The name is Claney,” said the stranger.\nThere was a silence. Then: “Claney?\nPeter\nClaney?”\n“That’s right.”", "“Never,” said Baron.\n“Let me tell you,” Peter Claney said.\nI’d been interested in the Brightside for almost as long as", "Claney shrugged. “I was there. I know what I’m saying. You\n can blame the equipment or the men—there were flaws in\n both quarters—but we just didn’t know what we were fighting.", "next.”\nBaron nodded in agreement. “What kind of suits did you\n have?”\n“The best insulating suits ever made,” said Claney. “Each", "“We’d be in and out of them too much. They gave us mobility\n and storage, but we knew we’d have to do a lot of\n forward work on foot.” Claney smiled bitterly. “Which meant", "the waiter for another pair, “was your first big mistake.”\nPeter Claney raised his eyebrows. “McIvers?”\n“Of course.”", "climber knows that everybody is safer in a party than one man\n alone—any time, any place.”\nMcIvers stared at him, his cheeks an angry red. Finally he", "“It sounds like I am,” I cut in. “We want to keep the lead\n Bug light as possible.”\nMikuta nodded. “That’s right. Peter’s Bug is stripped down", "Peter Claney shook his head. “I can’t tell you anything you\n want to hear.”\n“But you’ve\ngot", "But it was Mikuta’s idea to attempt a Crossing. Did you ever\n know Tom Mikuta? I don’t suppose you did. No, not Japanese—Polish-American.", "got to know those things. If you can tell us, we can make\n it across where your attempt failed—”\n“You want to know why we failed?” asked Claney.", "Claney shrugged, glanced at the small quiet tables around\n them. “There are lots of bizarre personalities around a place\n like this, and some of the best wouldn’t seem to be the most", "We’re going to hit Center together, and finish the Crossing together.\n Got that?”\nMcIvers nodded. Mikuta then looked at Stone and me and\n we nodded, too.", "equipment was new and good. Mikuta had done the designing\n and testing himself, with a big assist from Sanderson.\n We had four Bugs, three of them the light pillow-tire models,", "with no judgment. The Major had both. He also had the kind\n of personality that could take a crew of wild men and\n make them work like a well-oiled machine across a thousand", "I can remember (Claney said). I guess I was about ten when\n Wyatt and Carpenter made the last attempt—that was in 2082,", "He was a tall, rangy man with long, wavy hair prematurely\n gray, and the sort of eyes that looked like a climber’s—half-closed,", "finger at Claney’s face. “That, for instance—epithelioma?\n Why? What was wrong with your glass? Your filters? We’ve" ], [ "This was as far as Wyatt and Carpenter had gotten on\ntheir\nBrightside Crossing.\nOn the fifth driving period out, the terrain began to change.", "I can remember (Claney said). I guess I was about ten when\n Wyatt and Carpenter made the last attempt—that was in 2082,", "I’d thought of it a thousand times and never dared consider\n it. Nobody had, since Wyatt and Carpenter disappeared. Mercury\n turns on its axis in the same time that it wheels around", "I think. I followed the news stories like a tri-V serial and then\n I was heartbroken when they just disappeared.\nI know now that they were a pair of idiots, starting off without", "Stone and McIvers were thick as thieves, and everything was\n set for an early departure after we got some rest.\n“And that,” said Baron, finishing his drink and signaling", "“Go on,” he said tautly. “You started on schedule?”\n“Oh, yes,” said Claney, “we started on schedule, all right.", "We’re going to hit Center together, and finish the Crossing together.\n Got that?”\nMcIvers nodded. Mikuta then looked at Stone and me and\n we nodded, too.", "Sanderson did. He thought we’d lost our minds and he said\n so, but he gave us all the help he could. He spent a week\n briefing Jack Stone, the third member of our party, who had", "We just didn’t quite end on schedule, that was all. But I’m\n getting to that.”\nHe settled back in his chair and continued.", "I wheeled my Bug around with my heart in my throat and\n spotted him through the binocs, waving frantically from the\n top of his machine. The Major and I took off, lumbering down", "liable to get awfully uneasy and none of them can\n ever give you an answer that makes sense. Anyway, Stone had\n borrowed three men from the Lab, and had the supplies and", "to cut weight sharply and our time is short. Sanderson says\n we should leave in three days.”\nTwo days later, McIvers hadn’t arrived. The Major didn’t", "next.”\nBaron nodded in agreement. “What kind of suits did you\n have?”\n“The best insulating suits ever made,” said Claney. “Each", "middle, half-buried in a rock slide. A dozen feet away were\n two insulated suits with white bones gleaming through the\n fiberglass helmets.", "Jack?”\nStone shrugged. “I don’t mind. Mac wanted—”\nMcIvers made an impatient gesture with his hands. “It", "got to know those things. If you can tell us, we can make\n it across where your attempt failed—”\n“You want to know why we failed?” asked Claney.", "Major and McIvers crawling out behind me, their pillow tires\n taking the rugged floor of the gorge smoothly. Behind them,\n Stone dragged the sledges.", "with no judgment. The Major had both. He also had the kind\n of personality that could take a crew of wild men and\n make them work like a well-oiled machine across a thousand", "thick and tenacious, splattering around in steaming gobs as\n the wheels spun. I knew what had happened the moment the\n wheels gave and, a few minutes later, they chained me to the", "“I don’t care what we could save. We stay together. When\n we get to the Center, I want live men along with me. That\n means we stay within easy sight of each other at all times. Any" ], [ "Sanderson did. He thought we’d lost our minds and he said\n so, but he gave us all the help he could. He spent a week\n briefing Jack Stone, the third member of our party, who had", "terrible tragedy. After that, I followed Sanderson’s work in the\n Twilight Lab up there and began to get Brightside into my\n blood, sure as death.", "shifting.”\nStone nodded. “Sanderson told me there was probably constant\n surface activity.”\nThe Major shrugged. “Well, it’s treacherous, there’s no", "to cut weight sharply and our time is short. Sanderson says\n we should leave in three days.”\nTwo days later, McIvers hadn’t arrived. The Major didn’t", "of Brightside. But in a couple of hours we rumbled past Sanderson’s\n little outpost observatory and the tracks stopped. We\n were in virgin territory and already the Sun was beginning to", "before.\nTwilight Lab wasn’t particularly interested in the Brightside,\n of course—the Sun was Sanderson’s baby and he’d picked", "arrived with the supplies and equipment a few days earlier.\n Poor Jack met us at the rocket landing almost bawling, Sanderson\n had given him such a gloomy picture of what Brightside\n was like.", "equipment was new and good. Mikuta had done the designing\n and testing himself, with a big assist from Sanderson.\n We had four Bugs, three of them the light pillow-tire models,", "of our course.\n“This range here,” the Major said as we crowded around\n the board, “is largely inactive, according to Sanderson. But\n these to the south and west", "Stone was a youngster—hardly twenty-five, I’d say—but\n he’d been with the Major at Vulcan and had begged to join", "rocket landing, the labs and quarters for Sanderson’s\n crew sunk deep into the crust, and the tower that housed\n the Solar ’scope that Sanderson had built up there ten years", "Stone and McIvers were thick as thieves, and everything was\n set for an early departure after we got some rest.\n“And that,” said Baron, finishing his drink and signaling", "to wheel around.\nThe Major was counting on Sanderson knowing something\n about Mercury as well as the Sun when we camped at the Lab\n to make final preparations.", "liable to get awfully uneasy and none of them can\n ever give you an answer that makes sense. Anyway, Stone had\n borrowed three men from the Lab, and had the supplies and", "He was a tall, rangy man with long, wavy hair prematurely\n gray, and the sort of eyes that looked like a climber’s—half-closed,", "say much about it. Stone was getting edgy and so was I. We\n spent the second day studying charts of the Brightside, such as\n they were. The best available were pretty poor, taken from so", "Baron stared at the man for a moment. “I see you can read\n telecasts,” he said coldly. “The news was correct. We are going\n to make a Brightside Crossing.”", "surface would get hotter. But once we reached Center, the job\n was only half done—we would still have to travel another\n two thousand miles to the opposite twilight zone. Sanderson", "Baron’s eyes were wide with excitement, all trace of anger\n gone. “Great balls of fire, man—\nwhere have you been hiding?\nWe’ve been trying to contact you for months!”", "said, “Have you heard anything from McIvers?”\n“Who’s he?” Stone wanted to know.\n“He’ll be joining us. He’s a good man—got quite a name" ], [ "Claney shrugged. “I was there. I know what I’m saying. You\n can blame the equipment or the men—there were flaws in\n both quarters—but we just didn’t know what we were fighting.", "got to know those things. If you can tell us, we can make\n it across where your attempt failed—”\n“You want to know why we failed?” asked Claney.", "“Never,” said Baron.\n“Let me tell you,” Peter Claney said.\nI’d been interested in the Brightside for almost as long as", "next.”\nBaron nodded in agreement. “What kind of suits did you\n have?”\n“The best insulating suits ever made,” said Claney. “Each", "details\n. Where did your equipment fall down? Where did you\n miscalculate? What were the trouble spots?” Baron jabbed a", "Baron stared at the man for a moment. “I see you can read\n telecasts,” he said coldly. “The news was correct. We are going\n to make a Brightside Crossing.”", "“We’d be in and out of them too much. They gave us mobility\n and storage, but we knew we’d have to do a lot of\n forward work on foot.” Claney smiled bitterly. “Which meant", "“Go on,” he said tautly. “You started on schedule?”\n“Oh, yes,” said Claney, “we started on schedule, all right.", "“How about the Bugs?”\n“They were insulated, too, but we weren’t counting on\n them too much for protection.”\n“You weren’t!” Baron exclaimed. “Why not?”", "the waiter for another pair, “was your first big mistake.”\nPeter Claney raised his eyebrows. “McIvers?”\n“Of course.”", "Baron’s eyes were wide with excitement, all trace of anger\n gone. “Great balls of fire, man—\nwhere have you been hiding?\nWe’ve been trying to contact you for months!”", "Stone and McIvers were thick as thieves, and everything was\n set for an early departure after we got some rest.\n“And that,” said Baron, finishing his drink and signaling", "without expression. Then he said slowly, “No, I’m afraid you’re\n not going to make the Crossing.”\n“Say, who are you, if you don’t mind?” Baron demanded.", "number. Across to the right was a group that Baron knew\n vaguely—Andean climbers, or at least two of them were. Over\n near the door he recognized old Balmer, who had mapped", "climber knows that everybody is safer in a party than one man\n alone—any time, any place.”\nMcIvers stared at him, his cheeks an angry red. Finally he", "pardons, Mr. Baron. The gentleman—he would leave no\n name. He said you’d want to see him. He will be back by\n eight.”", "“The name is Claney,” said the stranger.\nThere was a silence. Then: “Claney?\nPeter\nClaney?”\n“That’s right.”", "I can remember (Claney said). I guess I was about ten when\n Wyatt and Carpenter made the last attempt—that was in 2082,", "without justifying it.\nPresently a small, grizzled man crossed the room and sat\n down at Baron’s table. He was short and wiry. His face held", "He stared at the Major. “I mean, how can we tell what sort of\n a hole we may be moving into, unless we have a scout up\n ahead?”" ], [ "surface would get hotter. But once we reached Center, the job\n was only half done—we would still have to travel another\n two thousand miles to the opposite twilight zone. Sanderson", "I wanted to be along.\nThe Twilight Lab, near the northern pole of Mercury, was the\n obvious jumping-off place. The setup there wasn’t very extensive—a", "We jumped off from Twilight on a course due southeast\n with thirty days to make it to the Center of Brightside. If we\n could cross an average of seventy miles a day, we could hit", "extreme. But with Mercury’s wobble, the twilight zone between\n Brightside and Darkside offers something closer to survival\n temperatures.", "fresh when we started down the long ragged gorge southeast of\n the Twilight Lab.\nI moved out first; back over my shoulder, I could see the", "terrible tragedy. After that, I followed Sanderson’s work in the\n Twilight Lab up there and began to get Brightside into my\n blood, sure as death.", "before.\nTwilight Lab wasn’t particularly interested in the Brightside,\n of course—the Sun was Sanderson’s baby and he’d picked", "I’d thought of it a thousand times and never dared consider\n it. Nobody had, since Wyatt and Carpenter disappeared. Mercury\n turns on its axis in the same time that it wheels around", "I whistled cautiously. “At aphelion?”\nHe threw his head back. “Why try a Crossing at aphelion?\n What have you done then? Four thousand miles of butcherous", "Yet we knew that even the land might have been conquered\n before, except for that Sun. We’d fought absolute cold before\n and won. We’d never fought heat like this and won. The only", "do it and neither can you. No human beings will ever cross\n the Brightside alive, not if they try for centuries.”\n“Nonsense,” Baron declared. “We will.”", "back and forth in an effort to keep the machines on\n solid rock. I couldn’t see far ahead, because of the yellow haze\n rising from the cracks, so I was almost on top of it when I saw", "I figured that it would pass off after a while. I was apprehensive\n enough myself; I just managed to hide it better.\nAnd every mile the Sun got bigger and whiter and higher in", "a long, narrow ledge of gray stuff that lay down across\n a section of the fault like a ramp. Even as I watched it, I could\n feel the surface crust under the Bug trembling and saw the", "the challenge was so powerful you could almost feel it. No one\n had ever crossed this land before and escaped. Those who had\n tried it had been cruelly punished, but the land was still there,", "old times; he told me about the Vulcan business, and how he’d\n been out to see Sanderson and the Twilight Lab on Mercury,", "shifting.”\nStone nodded. “Sanderson told me there was probably constant\n surface activity.”\nThe Major shrugged. “Well, it’s treacherous, there’s no", "“Never,” said Baron.\n“Let me tell you,” Peter Claney said.\nI’d been interested in the Brightside for almost as long as", "that glaring Sun and the baked yellow rocks going past, and\n some nerve pathways got twisted up, somehow. We poured\n sweat as if we were in a superheated furnace.", "of Brightside. But in a couple of hours we rumbled past Sanderson’s\n little outpost observatory and the tracks stopped. We\n were in virgin territory and already the Sun was beginning to" ], [ "He stared at the Major. “I mean, how can we tell what sort of\n a hole we may be moving into, unless we have a scout up\n ahead?”", "“Not exactly. But Brightside is no place to count on luck.”\nThe Major laughed. “I don’t think we need to worry about\n McIvers. We understood each other when I talked up the", "McIvers’ scheme for an advanced scout; more dangerous for\n the individual, maybe, but I was driving blind now and I didn’t\n like it.", "for climbing, back home.” The Major turned to me. “You’ve\n probably heard of him.”\nI’d heard plenty of stories about Ted McIvers and I wasn’t", "to cut weight sharply and our time is short. Sanderson says\n we should leave in three days.”\nTwo days later, McIvers hadn’t arrived. The Major didn’t", "Peter along with me. Right?”\n“Sure, sure.” McIvers pulled at his lower lip. “Who’s going\n to do the advance scouting?”", "If there’s any doubt of safe passage, we’ll all explore ahead\n on foot before we risk the Bugs. Got that?”\nMcIvers and Stone exchanged glances. McIvers said: “Jack", "Major and McIvers crawling out behind me, their pillow tires\n taking the rugged floor of the gorge smoothly. Behind them,\n Stone dragged the sledges.", "climber knows that everybody is safer in a party than one man\n alone—any time, any place.”\nMcIvers stared at him, his cheeks an angry red. Finally he", "area closely and radio back to Peter where to avoid the flaws.\n Then—”\n“No dice,” the Major broke in.\n“But why not? We could save ourselves days!”", "down for you. Stone and I will flank you on either side, giving\n you a hundred-yard lead. McIvers, you’ll have the job of", "said, “Have you heard anything from McIvers?”\n“Who’s he?” Stone wanted to know.\n“He’ll be joining us. He’s a good man—got quite a name", "I picked my way more cautiously then. We were getting into\n an area of recent surface activity; the surface was really treacherous.\n I caught myself wishing that the Major had okayed", ", plenty\n worried. I kept thinking, better McIvers should go than me.\n It wasn’t healthy thinking and I knew it, but I couldn’t get the\n thought out of my mind.", "ahead?”\n“That’s what we have the charts for,” the Major said\n sharply.\n“Charts! I’m talking about\ndetail", "and I were planning to change around. We figured he could\n take the sledges. That would give me a little more mobility.”\nThe Major looked up sharply at Stone. “Do you buy that,", "shifting.”\nStone nodded. “Sanderson told me there was probably constant\n surface activity.”\nThe Major shrugged. “Well, it’s treacherous, there’s no", "doesn’t matter. I just feel better when I’m on the move. Does\n it make any difference?”\n“I guess it doesn’t,” said the Major. “Then you’ll flank", "to the frame and wheels.”\nMcIvers shook his head. “No, I mean the\nadvance\nwork.", "Too smoothly, it seemed to me, and the others seemed to\n think so, too.\nMcIvers’ restlessness was beginning to grate on our nerves." ], [ "eight.”\nNow Baron drummed his fingers on the table top, staring\n about the quiet lounge. Street trade was discouraged at the\n Red Lion, gently but persuasively; the patrons were few in", "miles of Venus jungle. I liked him and I trusted him.\nHe contacted me in New York and he was very casual at\n first. We spent an evening here at the Red Lion, talking about", "Crossing\nby Alan E. Nourse\nJAMES BARON was not pleased to hear that he had had\n a visitor when he reached the Red Lion that evening. He", "Stone and McIvers were thick as thieves, and everything was\n set for an early departure after we got some rest.\n“And that,” said Baron, finishing his drink and signaling", "“Never,” said Baron.\n“Let me tell you,” Peter Claney said.\nI’d been interested in the Brightside for almost as long as", "Baron’s eyes were wide with excitement, all trace of anger\n gone. “Great balls of fire, man—\nwhere have you been hiding?\nWe’ve been trying to contact you for months!”", "without justifying it.\nPresently a small, grizzled man crossed the room and sat\n down at Baron’s table. He was short and wiry. His face held", "Baron stared at the man for a moment. “I see you can read\n telecasts,” he said coldly. “The news was correct. We are going\n to make a Brightside Crossing.”", "do it and neither can you. No human beings will ever cross\n the Brightside alive, not if they try for centuries.”\n“Nonsense,” Baron declared. “We will.”", "friend, we’d given up hope, but we’ve never quit looking.\n Here, have a drink. There’s so much you can tell us.” His\n fingers were trembling.", "Claney shrugged, glanced at the small quiet tables around\n them. “There are lots of bizarre personalities around a place\n like this, and some of the best wouldn’t seem to be the most", "without expression. Then he said slowly, “No, I’m afraid you’re\n not going to make the Crossing.”\n“Say, who are you, if you don’t mind?” Baron demanded.", "“I know. I was hoping you’d quit looking and chuck the\n whole idea.”\n“Quit looking!” Baron bent forward over the table. “My", "climber knows that everybody is safer in a party than one man\n alone—any time, any place.”\nMcIvers stared at him, his cheeks an angry red. Finally he", "in hopes of getting a hop from there. He didn’t seem too upset\n about it, as though this were his usual way of doing things and\n he couldn’t see why everyone should get so excited.", "pardons, Mr. Baron. The gentleman—he would leave no\n name. He said you’d want to see him. He will be back by\n eight.”", "and I were planning to change around. We figured he could\n take the sledges. That would give me a little more mobility.”\nThe Major looked up sharply at Stone. “Do you buy that,", "Major and McIvers crawling out behind me, their pillow tires\n taking the rugged floor of the gorge smoothly. Behind them,\n Stone dragged the sledges.", "“At perihelion?”\n“Of course. When else?”\nThe grizzled man searched Baron’s face for a moment", "number. Across to the right was a group that Baron knew\n vaguely—Andean climbers, or at least two of them were. Over\n near the door he recognized old Balmer, who had mapped" ] ]

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[ [ "Jim Gibbons", "Frank Fahrenkopf", "Bob Miller", "Terrence Lanni" ], [ "Gaming sounds more fun than gambling.", "Gaming sounds young, gambling sounds old.", "Gaming sounds classier than gambling.", "Gaming doesn't have the negative connotation that gambling does." ], [ "Casinos offer fine dining, shopping, and big-budget attractions to entice gamblers.", "Casinos offer complimentary rooms to entice gamblers.", "Casinos offer complimentary food and drinks to entice gamblers.", "Casinos allow gamblers easy access to cash through ATM machines on casino floors, and credit card cash advances." ], [ "Removing a percentage of slot machines from each casino.", "Specific policies that target compulsive gambling.", "Shutting down half the casinos in Vegas.", "Capping the betting at tables." ], [ "Cigarettes", "Alcohol", "Prostitution", "Drugs" ], [ "They'll support the regulations because focusing on compulsive gamblers, makes the problem seem like a medical one.\n", "They'll support the regulations because it makes them look good in the eyes of the public.", "They'll support the regulations so they don't lose their liquor licenses.", "They'll support the regulations to pacify the Focus on the Family groups." ], [ "Bill Bible", "Terrence Lanni", "Bob Miller", "James Dobson" ], [ "Terrance Lanni", "Bob Miller", "James Dobson", "Bill Bible" ], [ "David Cassidy's show", "The Bellagio", "The Eifel Tower", "The MGM Grand" ], [ "Rev. Grey and his organization do not have the financial backing to fight a political battle with the casinos.", "Rev. Grey is trying to warn against the dangers of gambling, but the atmosphere of Vegas makes people feel like they can win and be successful.", "Rev. Grey is trying to warn against the dangers of gambling, but his efforts are drowned out by the powerful lobbyists.", "People go to Las Vegas specifically to gamble and maybe engage in questionable behavior. They want the thrills Vegas provides. People don't go to be lectured about sinners and morals." ] ]

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The", "the $1.6 billion Bellagio is one door down, and a", "In Las Vegas, under the thrilling lights of the Strip,", "wheels. David Cassidy performs here every night--twice! A few steps", "For two hours, we cruise the streets behind the casinos.", "on to the Strip, and pass the jaw-dropping Stratosphere", "to down at heels casinos to quickie motels. All the", "rooms--the corridor outside my room is 200 yards long, so", "steps outside on the Strip is still more overwhelming evidence", "Vegas types, whose Strip palaces scramble casinos, theaters, restaurants,", "The MGM Grand,", "of Las Vegas. \"Behind the Mirage,\" they call it. For", "MGM Grand--a 30 story tower bathed in fabulous emerald", "The setting has, as the pro-gambling folks no doubt hoped,", "After Tuesday's casino", "is here to stay.) He is a genial motormouth and", "Stratosphere and Circus Circus and Bellagio and the MGM", "k a \"The City of Entertainment,\" has 5,000 rooms--the" ], [ "opponent, the Rev. Tom Grey. Grey is utterly irrepressible. A", "emerald light, I realize why Grey's task is hopeless here.", "A Vietnam rifleman turned Methodist minister, Grey has spent the", "All he wants to do is talk about losers. In", "grim and mostly persuasive. Still, when we turn back on", "Talk about quick defeats: The first sign I see outside the MGM Grand ballroom all but declares that the National Gambling Impact Study Commission has already lost. The sign reads: \"National Gaming Impact Study Commission.\"", "behind the commission's creation. (Grey, in a rare acknowledgement", "It's very grim", "In yesterday's dispatch, gambling's foes learn the folly of", "tells me. The industry's political clout has emasculated the", "its place. He who controls language controls ideas, and at", "But it can't, because the gambling industry has become so", "The setting has, as the pro-gambling folks no doubt hoped,", "the last eight years evangelizing against gambling. He founded the", "Coles James, a Christian conservative and skeptic of gambling, opens", "here. He is committing the cardinal sin of Vegas. All", "Kay Coles James, a gambling skeptic, succumbs to the hideous", "the while, they keep up a patter about how terrible", "industry will happily endorse such a report. Gamblers don't quite", "is here to stay.) He is a genial motormouth and" ] ]

[ "What is NOT true of the crew?", "What is NOT a reason that a child probably shouldn't read this?", "What is NOT true of the contract discussed in the story?", "Of the following options, which best describe Meredith?", "How do you think Meredith feels about the rest of the crew?", "What is NOT a similarity between Taphetta and the rest of the crew?", "What traits accurately describe Sam?", "Of the four main crew members, who are focused on the most in the story?", "What is NOT a technological advancement involved in this story?" ]

[ [ "They are all different species", "They are all focused on finding evidence to support an important theory", "They are all respected in their field", "They could all mate with each other (it was explicitly discussed as a possibility in the story)" ], [ "There was casual sexism", "There were implications of sex", "There was gun violence (with space rays)", "There was abuse between partners" ], [ "The contract was eventually signed", "The contract had serious implications", "Meredith knew more contract details than the rest of the crew", "The person who produced the contract was Taphetta" ], [ "Bold and pretty", "Brave and adventurous", "Beautiful and brave", "Smart and kindhearted" ], [ "She has a close bond of respect and (platonic) love for the rest of the members", "She respects and loves one person the most", "She's become friends with them slowly over time and appreciates them all", "She respects one person the most and loves another person the most" ], [ "All of them are critical to the success of the mission", "All of them are respected in their fields", "All of them have a comparably good reputation", "All of them are smart" ], [ "Introspective and blunt", "Attractive and strong", "Kindhearted and generous", "Strong and respected" ], [ "Kelburn and Halden", "Meredith and Emmer", "Halden and Meredith", "Kelburn and Meredith" ], [ "Rapid healing abilities", "Advanced space travel", "Rapid mutations", "Advanced weaponry" ] ]

[ 4, 3, 3, 1, 4, 3, 1, 3, 4 ]

[ 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 ]

[ [ "\"It was realistic enough,\" said Meredith as the crewmen shut off their\n machines and went out. \"Do you think it will work?\"\n\n\n \"It might. We had an audience.\"", "that's true of all other creatures, intelligent or not, with the sole\n exception of mankind. Actually, the four of us here, though it's\n accidental, very nearly represent the biological spectrum of human", "Halden started. So she\nknew\nthat the crew was calling her that!", "cent here and there for the crew pilot and scientist's share of the\n profits from any discoveries we may make.\"", "\"We didn't. The man became sick and required treatment we can't give\n him. Luckily, a ship was passing and we hailed it because it's four", "Lights dimmed in the distant hydroponic section and the screen with\n it, until he adjusted the infra-red frequencies. He motioned to the\n two crew members, each with his own peculiar screen, below which was a\n miniature keyboard.", "\"I thought so,\" said Taphetta. \"I never paid much attention to your\n fantastic theories before I signed to pilot this ship, but you've built", "months to the nearest planet. They consented to take him back and told\n us that there was a passenger on board who was an experienced pilot. We\n have men who could do the job in a makeshift fashion, but the region", "He\nhadn't intended, but\n could he say that was true of the institutions backing the expedition?\n He couldn't, and it was too late now—whatever knowledge they acquired", "\"Then change it to suit him. He's in charge of the ship and knows more\n about these things than I do.\"", "Halden shrugged. \"We've got to have better air. It might work.\"\n\n\n \"Pests on the ship? It's filthy! My people would never tolerate it!\"", "Halden glowered at the man. \"How long has this been going on?\"\n\n\n \"About three months. It's not bad; we can keep up with them.\"", "\"I don't question your authority,\" crinkled Taphetta. \"To me, all\n humans—late or early and male or female—look remarkably alike. If you", "places to hide.\" He looked up defensively. \"This is an old ship with\n new equipment and they hide under the machinery. There's nothing we can\n do except rebuild the ship from the hull inward.\"", "\"That's part of our precautions. They'll never know until they try—and\n they'll never get away from the trap to try.\"", "animals seem to know what they are and we've never caught one that\n way.\"", "\"Go ahead,\" Kelburn invited sardonically. \"But if it's not math, you'd\n better ask Halden. He's the leader of the expedition.\"", "It was probably nothing to become alarmed at, but an animal on the ship\n was a nuisance, doubly so because of their pilot.\n\n\n \"Tell me what you know about it,\" said Halden.", "\"Not really,\" said Emmer. \"Fifty human races reached space travel\n independently and those who did were scattered equally among early and", "\"To the individual, they are, but it won't matter if you discover as\n much as you think you will. The difference is this:\nMy\nterms don't\n permit you to withhold any discovery for the benefit of one race.\"" ], [ "\"I don't think I will, though. We might have children.\"\n\n\n \"Would it be wrong?\" he asked. \"I'm as intelligent as you. We wouldn't\n have subhuman monsters.\"", "The racial disparity was great and she had provoked him, but it was not\n completely her fault. Besides....\n\n\n Besides what? She had a beautiful body that could bear superior\n children—and they might be his.", "\"You can read it if you want,\" offered Taphetta. \"But it will take\n you all day—it's micro-printing. However, you needn't be afraid that", "It would do no good to explain that Taphetta wasn't a worm, that his\n evolution had taken a different course, but that he was in no sense", "\"I do think I love you,\" she said. \"And if love's enough, I may marry\n you in spite of everything. But you'll have to watch out whose children\n I have.\" She wriggled into his arms.", "\"He wouldn't, but he'd give you children if you were humble enough.\n There's a fifty per cent chance you might conceive.\"", "the physical, to make use of her body so as to gain an advantage—what\n advantage?—for the children she intended to have. Outside of that,\n nothing mattered, and for the sake of alloying the lower with the", "\"To everybody else, too, but the tapeworm hasn't got lungs. He breathes\n through a million tubes scattered over his body.\"", "up a convincing case.\" He raised his head, speech ribbons curling\n fractionally and ceaselessly. \"I don't like to, but we'll have to risk\n using bait for your pest.\"", "\"It's almost a curse, isn't it?\" She laughed and took the curse away by\n leaning provocatively against him. \"But barbaric lovers are often nice.\"", "\"Why not make a play for Kelburn? If you're going to be scientific\n about it, he'd give you children of the higher type.\"", "\"That's because you're unique,\" said Halden. \"Outside of your own\n world, there's nothing like your species, except superficially, and", "that's true of all other creatures, intelligent or not, with the sole\n exception of mankind. Actually, the four of us here, though it's\n accidental, very nearly represent the biological spectrum of human", "eyes off Meredith, though, since he was a notch or so above her in the\n mating scale, he shouldn't have been so interested. But his planet had", "The little one twitched, moved a leg, and cautiously began dragging\n itself away. It rolled off the raised section and surprisingly made no", "He twisted away. With those thoughts, he was as bad as she was. Were\n they all that way, every one of them, crawling upward out of the slime", "Meredith and a similar though lesser chance that her fertility may\n extend to Kelburn.\"\nTaphetta rustled his speech ribbons quizzically. \"But I thought it was", "\"They're little things.\" Firmon held out his hands to show how small.\n \"I don't know how they got on, but once they did, there were plenty of", "\"It is impressive,\" admitted Taphetta. \"But I find it mildly\n distasteful to consider mating with someone who does not belong to my\n species.\"", "She got up and came to him. She nuzzled against him and his reaction\n was purely reflexive. His hand swung out and he could feel the flesh\n give when his knuckles struck it." ], [ "you'll take my contract. I came prepared.\" He extended a tightly bound\n roll that he had kept somewhere on his person.", "\"I'm complimented that you like our contract so well,\" said Taphetta,\n \"but I really must have our own unsimplified version. If you want me,", "bothering him vaguely. \"What's the difference between the Ribboneer\n contract and the one we offered you? Our terms are more liberal.\"", "\"You can read it if you want,\" offered Taphetta. \"But it will take\n you all day—it's micro-printing. However, you needn't be afraid that", "There was no choice if they wanted him, and they did. Besides, the\n integrity of Ribboneers was not to be questioned. Halden signed.", "\"That's part of our precautions. They'll never know until they try—and\n they'll never get away from the trap to try.\"", "Taphetta crinkled politely at the reference to his skill. \"I had other\n plans, but I can't evade professional obligations, and an emergency\n such as this should cancel out any previous agreements. Still, what are\n the incentives?\"", "\"To the individual, they are, but it won't matter if you discover as\n much as you think you will. The difference is this:\nMy\nterms don't\n permit you to withhold any discovery for the benefit of one race.\"", "I'm defrauding you. It's honored everywhere we go and we go nearly\n everywhere in this sector—places men have never been.\"", "Taphetta was wrong; there had been no intention of withholding\n anything. Halden examined his own attitudes.\nHe", "that's true of all other creatures, intelligent or not, with the sole\n exception of mankind. Actually, the four of us here, though it's\n accidental, very nearly represent the biological spectrum of human", "\"We didn't. The man became sick and required treatment we can't give\n him. Luckily, a ship was passing and we hailed it because it's four", "\"I do think I love you,\" she said. \"And if love's enough, I may marry\n you in spite of everything. But you'll have to watch out whose children\n I have.\" She wriggled into his arms.", "It would do no good to explain that Taphetta wasn't a worm, that his\n evolution had taken a different course, but that he was in no sense", "\"To everybody else, too, but the tapeworm hasn't got lungs. He breathes\n through a million tubes scattered over his body.\"", "up a convincing case.\" He raised his head, speech ribbons curling\n fractionally and ceaselessly. \"I don't like to, but we'll have to risk\n using bait for your pest.\"", "The small one stood still till the last instant—and then a paw\n flickered out and an inch-long knife blade plunged into the throat of", "\"I thought so,\" said Taphetta. \"I never paid much attention to your\n fantastic theories before I signed to pilot this ship, but you've built", "She got up and came to him. She nuzzled against him and his reaction\n was purely reflexive. His hand swung out and he could feel the flesh\n give when his knuckles struck it.", "\"Very good. I never thought of that,\" said Meredith, coming closer. \"I\n like the way your primitive mind works. At times I actually think of\n marrying you.\"" ], [ "eyes off Meredith, though, since he was a notch or so above her in the\n mating scale, he shouldn't have been so interested. But his planet had", "Meredith and a similar though lesser chance that her fertility may\n extend to Kelburn.\"\nTaphetta rustled his speech ribbons quizzically. \"But I thought it was", "\"Very good. I never thought of that,\" said Meredith, coming closer. \"I\n like the way your primitive mind works. At times I actually think of\n marrying you.\"", "Disdainfully, Meredith adjusted a skirt that, a few inches shorter,\n wouldn't have been a skirt at all, revealing, while doing so, just how", "Emmer's side. Meredith, linguist, is on the other side of the middle.\n And beyond her, toward the far end, is Kelburn, mathematician. There's", "\"More than a man?\" Firmon leered at Meredith and, when she failed\n to smile, added plaintively, \"I did try to change it, but he still", "\"I'll come along and help,\" said Meredith, untwining her legs and\n leaning against him. \"Your mistress ought to have some sort of\n privileges.\"", "long and well shaped and her face was somewhat bland and featureless,\n except for a thin, straight, short nose. It was her eyes that made\n the difference, he decided. A notch or two up the scale of visual", "\"It was realistic enough,\" said Meredith as the crewmen shut off their\n machines and went out. \"Do you think it will work?\"\n\n\n \"It might. We had an audience.\"", "The racial disparity was great and she had provoked him, but it was not\n completely her fault. Besides....\n\n\n Besides what? She had a beautiful body that could bear superior\n children—and they might be his.", "the physical, to make use of her body so as to gain an advantage—what\n advantage?—for the children she intended to have. Outside of that,\n nothing mattered, and for the sake of alloying the lower with the", "She got up and came to him. She nuzzled against him and his reaction\n was purely reflexive. His hand swung out and he could feel the flesh\n give when his knuckles struck it.", "He sat down on the bed. Again there was only one way of knowing what\n Emmer would do—and she knew. She had no concept of love outside of", "\"I do think I love you,\" she said. \"And if love's enough, I may marry\n you in spite of everything. But you'll have to watch out whose children\n I have.\" She wriggled into his arms.", "She fell back and dazedly covered her face with her hand. When she took\n it away, blood spurted. She groped toward the mirror and stood in front\n of it. She wiped the blood off, examining her features carefully.", "She pushed her nose back into place and waggled it to make sure. She\n closed her eyes and stood silent and motionless. Then she stepped back\n and looked at herself critically.", "\"Did we? I didn't notice.\" Meredith leaned back. \"Were the puppets\n exactly like the pests? And if not, will the pests be fooled?\"", "late species. It's well known that individuals among my people are\n often as bright as any of Halden's or Meredith's, but as a whole we", "\"Try Emmer,\" he suggested tiredly. \"He'll find you irresistible, and\n he's even more savage than I am.\"", "\"It's almost a curse, isn't it?\" She laughed and took the curse away by\n leaning provocatively against him. \"But barbaric lovers are often nice.\"" ], [ "\"It was realistic enough,\" said Meredith as the crewmen shut off their\n machines and went out. \"Do you think it will work?\"\n\n\n \"It might. We had an audience.\"", "\"Very good. I never thought of that,\" said Meredith, coming closer. \"I\n like the way your primitive mind works. At times I actually think of\n marrying you.\"", "eyes off Meredith, though, since he was a notch or so above her in the\n mating scale, he shouldn't have been so interested. But his planet had", "\"I'll come along and help,\" said Meredith, untwining her legs and\n leaning against him. \"Your mistress ought to have some sort of\n privileges.\"", "\"More than a man?\" Firmon leered at Meredith and, when she failed\n to smile, added plaintively, \"I did try to change it, but he still", "\"Why do we have to watch it on the screen?\" asked Meredith, glancing\n up. \"I'd rather be in hydroponics.\"", "Meredith and a similar though lesser chance that her fertility may\n extend to Kelburn.\"\nTaphetta rustled his speech ribbons quizzically. \"But I thought it was", "Disdainfully, Meredith adjusted a skirt that, a few inches shorter,\n wouldn't have been a skirt at all, revealing, while doing so, just how", "Emmer's side. Meredith, linguist, is on the other side of the middle.\n And beyond her, toward the far end, is Kelburn, mathematician. There's", "\"Good.\" Taphetta crinkled. \"Send it to the ship; they'll forward it\n for me. And you can tell the ship to go on without me.\" He rubbed his", "Halden started. So she\nknew\nthat the crew was calling her that!", "\"Then change it to suit him. He's in charge of the ship and knows more\n about these things than I do.\"", "\"I thought so,\" said Taphetta. \"I never paid much attention to your\n fantastic theories before I signed to pilot this ship, but you've built", "\"We didn't. The man became sick and required treatment we can't give\n him. Luckily, a ship was passing and we hailed it because it's four", "He scowled miserably at her. Her face was almost plain and the bandage,\n invisible or not, didn't improve her appearance any. How could he still\n feel that attraction to her?", "He twisted away. With those thoughts, he was as bad as she was. Were\n they all that way, every one of them, crawling upward out of the slime", "\"Did we? I didn't notice.\" Meredith leaned back. \"Were the puppets\n exactly like the pests? And if not, will the pests be fooled?\"", "\"I do think I love you,\" she said. \"And if love's enough, I may marry\n you in spite of everything. But you'll have to watch out whose children\n I have.\" She wriggled into his arms.", "\"It's set and partially knitted. I'll concentrate tonight and have it\n healed by morning.\"\n\n\n She felt in the cabinet and attached an invisible strip firmly across\n the bridge. Then she came over to him.", "Here we go again, he thought drearily, sliding his arm around her. To\n her, I'm merely a passionate savage.\n\n\n They went to his cabin." ], [ "\"I thought so,\" said Taphetta. \"I never paid much attention to your\n fantastic theories before I signed to pilot this ship, but you've built", "It would do no good to explain that Taphetta wasn't a worm, that his\n evolution had taken a different course, but that he was in no sense", "Taphetta sat in a chair designed for humans. With a less flexible body,\n he wouldn't have fitted. Maybe it wasn't sitting, but his flat legs", "\"I don't question your authority,\" crinkled Taphetta. \"To me, all\n humans—late or early and male or female—look remarkably alike. If you", "Taphetta rattled the head fronds together in a surprisingly good\n imitation of speech. \"Yes, I've heard the legend.\"", "\"It is impressive,\" admitted Taphetta. \"But I find it mildly\n distasteful to consider mating with someone who does not belong to my\n species.\"", "\"I can't think of a better explanation.\" Taphetta rearranged his\n ribbons. \"Frankly, no one else is much interested in Man's theories\n about himself.\"", "\"Good.\" Taphetta crinkled. \"Send it to the ship; they'll forward it\n for me. And you can tell the ship to go on without me.\" He rubbed his", "That was what Taphetta had been afraid of—there was one kind of\n technical advancement that multiplied unceasingly. The race that could", "Still, Taphetta the Ribboneer was an experienced pilot and could be\n very useful. A clear statement of their position was essential in", "\"Can't. This is as good as I can get it. Taphetta thought you could do\n something about it.\"", "aloof. The unknown ancestor again. Who else had such an origin and, it\n was tacitly assumed, such a destiny?\nTaphetta changed his questioning. \"What do you expect to gain from this", "\"This special planet sounds strange,\" murmured Taphetta.", "\"What happened to those who didn't develop space travel?\" asked\n Taphetta.\n\n\n \"We helped them,\" said Emmer.", "\"And so, to account for the unique race that can interbreed across\n thousands of light-years, you've brought in the big ancestor,\"\n commented Taphetta dryly. \"It seems an unnecessary simplification.\"", "Taphetta rustled. \"The math is accurate?\"\n\n\n \"As accurate as it can be with a million-plus body problem.\"", "\"You can read it if you want,\" offered Taphetta. \"But it will take\n you all day—it's micro-printing. However, you needn't be afraid that", "race an inferiority complex—but then he tried to climb it!\nIn repose, Taphetta the Ribboneer resembled a fancy giant bow on a", "\"I'm complimented that you like our contract so well,\" said Taphetta,\n \"but I really must have our own unsimplified version. If you want me,", "Meredith and a similar though lesser chance that her fertility may\n extend to Kelburn.\"\nTaphetta rustled his speech ribbons quizzically. \"But I thought it was" ], [ "Sam Halden got up. \"I'll take a look and see what I can do.\"", "long and well shaped and her face was somewhat bland and featureless,\n except for a thin, straight, short nose. It was her eyes that made\n the difference, he decided. A notch or two up the scale of visual", "\"It's more than a legend,\" said Sam Halden, biologist. The reaction was\n not unexpected—non-humans tended to dismiss the data as convenient", "The small one stood still till the last instant—and then a paw\n flickered out and an inch-long knife blade plunged into the throat of", "She pushed her nose back into place and waggled it to make sure. She\n closed her eyes and stood silent and motionless. Then she stepped back\n and looked at herself critically.", "were folded neatly around the arms and his head rested comfortably on\n the seat. The head ribbons, which were his hands and voice, were never\n quite still.", "Sam Halden coughed. \"The usual, plus a little extra. We've copied the\n Ribboneer's standard nature, simplifying it a little and adding a per", "She got up and came to him. She nuzzled against him and his reaction\n was purely reflexive. His hand swung out and he could feel the flesh\n give when his knuckles struck it.", "helping him make up his mind. \"You've heard of the adjacency mating\n principle?\" asked Sam Halden.", "package. His four flat legs looped out and in, the ends tucked under\n his wide, thin body, which constituted the knot at the middle. His neck", "\"It's almost a curse, isn't it?\" She laughed and took the curse away by\n leaning provocatively against him. \"But barbaric lovers are often nice.\"", "that's true of all other creatures, intelligent or not, with the sole\n exception of mankind. Actually, the four of us here, though it's\n accidental, very nearly represent the biological spectrum of human", "\"I'd say that, yes. It must be a fairly intelligent creature to be\n so hard to get rid of. But it can be lured into traps, if the bait's\n strong enough.\"", "She fell back and dazedly covered her face with her hand. When she took\n it away, blood spurted. She groped toward the mirror and stood in front\n of it. She wiped the blood off, examining her features carefully.", "\"I don't question your authority,\" crinkled Taphetta. \"To me, all\n humans—late or early and male or female—look remarkably alike. If you", "Here we go again, he thought drearily, sliding his arm around her. To\n her, I'm merely a passionate savage.\n\n\n They went to his cabin.", "Emmer didn't look like the genius he was—a Neanderthal genius, but\n nonetheless a real one. In his field, he rated very high. He raised a", "\"Try Emmer,\" he suggested tiredly. \"He'll find you irresistible, and\n he's even more savage than I am.\"", "The racial disparity was great and she had provoked him, but it was not\n completely her fault. Besides....\n\n\n Besides what? She had a beautiful body that could bear superior\n children—and they might be his.", "\"Very good. I never thought of that,\" said Meredith, coming closer. \"I\n like the way your primitive mind works. At times I actually think of\n marrying you.\"" ], [ "Lights dimmed in the distant hydroponic section and the screen with\n it, until he adjusted the infra-red frequencies. He motioned to the\n two crew members, each with his own peculiar screen, below which was a\n miniature keyboard.", "\"We didn't. The man became sick and required treatment we can't give\n him. Luckily, a ship was passing and we hailed it because it's four", "cent here and there for the crew pilot and scientist's share of the\n profits from any discoveries we may make.\"", "months to the nearest planet. They consented to take him back and told\n us that there was a passenger on board who was an experienced pilot. We\n have men who could do the job in a makeshift fashion, but the region", "\"I thought so,\" said Taphetta. \"I never paid much attention to your\n fantastic theories before I signed to pilot this ship, but you've built", "today and here are the human systems.\" He pressed another control and,\n for purposes of identification, certain stars became more brilliant.\n There was no pattern, merely a scattering of stars. \"The whole Milky", "systems on which humans existed prior to space travel, we get a certain\n pattern. Kelburn can explain it to you.\"", "\"It was realistic enough,\" said Meredith as the crewmen shut off their\n machines and went out. \"Do you think it will work?\"\n\n\n \"It might. We had an audience.\"", "\"Go ahead,\" Kelburn invited sardonically. \"But if it's not math, you'd\n better ask Halden. He's the leader of the expedition.\"", "they were looking for a special kind of planet, like Earth, because\n they visited so many of that type, yet different from it because they\n never stayed. They were pretty special people themselves, big and", "\"Good.\" Taphetta crinkled. \"Send it to the ship; they'll forward it\n for me. And you can tell the ship to go on without me.\" He rubbed his", "that's true of all other creatures, intelligent or not, with the sole\n exception of mankind. Actually, the four of us here, though it's\n accidental, very nearly represent the biological spectrum of human", "a dozen planets. Anyway, it hid, and since most of the places it had\n access to were near the outer hull, it got an extra dose of hard\n radiation, or it may have nested near the atomic engines; both are", "Halden started. So she\nknew\nthat the crew was calling her that!", "There was a pattern of the identified stars. They were spaced at fairly\n equal intervals along a regular curve, a horseshoe loop that didn't\n close, though if the ends were extended, the lines would have crossed.", "places to hide.\" He looked up defensively. \"This is an old ship with\n new equipment and they hide under the machinery. There's nothing we can\n do except rebuild the ship from the hull inward.\"", "\"It seems I must decide quickly.\" The Ribboneer glanced out the\n visionport, where another ship hung motionless in space beside them.\n \"Do you mind if I ask other questions?\"", "eyes off Meredith, though, since he was a notch or so above her in the\n mating scale, he shouldn't have been so interested. But his planet had", "\"We think so,\" said Kelburn. \"We've narrowed it down to several cubic", "Emmer's side. Meredith, linguist, is on the other side of the middle.\n And beyond her, toward the far end, is Kelburn, mathematician. There's" ], [ "That was what Taphetta had been afraid of—there was one kind of\n technical advancement that multiplied unceasingly. The race that could", "\"Two hundred thousand years ago, they had an extremely advanced\n civilization,\" added Halden. \"A faster-than-light drive, and we've\n achieved that only within the last thousand years.\"", "systems on which humans existed prior to space travel, we get a certain\n pattern. Kelburn can explain it to you.\"", "\"It's an animal,\" said Firmon. \"We tried poison and got a few, but now\n they won't touch the stuff. I had electronics rig up some traps. The", "today and here are the human systems.\" He pressed another control and,\n for purposes of identification, certain stars became more brilliant.\n There was no pattern, merely a scattering of stars. \"The whole Milky", "\"The electronic puppets were a good imitation, but the animals don't\n have to identify them as their species. If they're smart enough,\n they'll know the value of a knife, no matter who uses it.\"", "\"But I think we have a better one than they did,\" said the Ribboneer.\n \"There may be things we can learn from them in mechanics or physics,\n but wouldn't you say they were better biologists than anything else?\"", "advanced and when they learned that, they may have altered their germ\n plasm and left us, hoping that some of us would survive. Most of us\n did.\"", "we'd give something to know what they're made of. Presumably my world\n was one of the first they stopped at. They weren't used to roughing", "Lights dimmed in the distant hydroponic section and the screen with\n it, until he adjusted the infra-red frequencies. He motioned to the\n two crew members, each with his own peculiar screen, below which was a\n miniature keyboard.", "\"We didn't. The man became sick and required treatment we can't give\n him. Luckily, a ship was passing and we hailed it because it's four", "\"To everybody else, too, but the tapeworm hasn't got lungs. He breathes\n through a million tubes scattered over his body.\"", "At first, nothing happened on the big screen, and then a gray shape\n crept out. It slid through leaves, listened intently before coming", "places to hide.\" He looked up defensively. \"This is an old ship with\n new equipment and they hide under the machinery. There's nothing we can\n do except rebuild the ship from the hull inward.\"", "the physical, to make use of her body so as to gain an advantage—what\n advantage?—for the children she intended to have. Outside of that,\n nothing mattered, and for the sake of alloying the lower with the", "She settled back and looked at him. \"It might be fun living with you on\n primeval Earth.\"\n\n\n He said nothing; she knew as well as he that Earth was as advanced as\n her own world. She had something else in mind.", "\"They're little things.\" Firmon held out his hands to show how small.\n \"I don't know how they got on, but once they did, there were plenty of", "weapons in hydroponics would cause more damage to the thing they were\n trying to protect than to the pest. He'd have to devise other ways.", "a dozen planets. Anyway, it hid, and since most of the places it had\n access to were near the outer hull, it got an extra dose of hard\n radiation, or it may have nested near the atomic engines; both are", "\"What happened to those who didn't develop space travel?\" asked\n Taphetta.\n\n\n \"We helped them,\" said Emmer." ] ]

[ "Rather than protecting Martin from Conrad, over the years, the descendants ", "At the age of eleven, Martin recognizes", "The changes that Ninian make in Martin's life", "Read the following passage:\n\n\"Ninian bought one of those smallish, almost identical houses that mushroom on the fringes of a city after every war, particularly where intensive bombing has created a number of desirable building sites.\"\n\nWhat, in that passage, is symbolic?", "By all accounts, Martin should be grateful for the descendants,", "Raymond sees the two hundred years between his time and Martin's time _____. Martin sees the time span as _____.", "Raymond comments, \" ' Ninian was a ninny to locate in a mercantile suburb where any little thing out of the will cause talk. How thankful I am that our era has completely disposed of the mercantiles --' \"\n\nWhat irony can be found in this statement?", "Though Raymond and Martian live in something comparable to a castle, Raymond \"turns his nose up to it.\" This shows that" ]

[ [ "force Martin to abandon his way of life in favor of theirs, as he realizes how \"good\" they do have it in the future.", "seem to dull Martin's initially-sharp ability to be perceptive and instinctual.", "solely ingratiate Martin to the ways of future life, ensuring he will embrace their ideals.", "do nothing other than wave a flag for Conrad to know where to attack upon his entry." ], [ "Conrad is the enemy, and the only way to keep the future generation safe is to fight him to the death if it comes to it.", "the descendants are on to something with the way they live in the future.", "the descendants are really the instrument of Conrad, and they are there to do his bidding.", "the descendants are immature and ill-equipped to deal in matters of practicality and common sense." ], [ "serve to do nothing other than send a perpetual beacon into the future to let Conrad know where to find Martin.", "do nothing rather than offer her creature comforts and show Martin what he has to look forward to.", "make other descendants want to come to the past to meet Martin because they will not only have a cause to uphold, they will also have everything they are accustomed to in their life.", "make Martin uncomfortable and long for his \"old life\" even though it may not have afforded him the same luxuries of his \"new life.\"" ], [ "\"houses that mushroom on the fringes of a city after every war, particularly where intensive bombing has created a number of desirable building sites,\" is symbolic of the way things like the atom bomb, that leaves a mushroom cloud in its wake, are thought to have been unleashed upon the world to preserve or \"create\" things that will be \"desirable\" for society. ", "\"intensive bombing\" is symbolic of what the descendants imagine they are doing to Martin to make sure they impart enough of their future society on him to make him agreeable to carrying on with their way of life.", "The word \"bought\" is symbolic of the wealth Martin is to bring to future worlds.", "\"Smallish, almost identical houses,\" is symbolic of the way that Ninian blends in with current society." ], [ "yet he resents them. He rebels against the new way of life they try to petition upon him.", "and he is. He is appreciative of the fact that they want to make him an integral part of securing their future way of existence.", "and he is. They have introduced Martin to a much better lifestyle than he was accustomed to.", "but he is unappreciative of the lifestyle they bring to him because he would rather have things the way he was accustomed to. He sees that even though his lifestyle was rudimentary in comparison, it was genuine." ], [ "as time to allow for people to realize that everyone is expendable.\n\njust enough time to dull the perceptions of an entire society.", "as time to lose something, though he was unable to define it, that was important to society as a whole.\n\ntime to refine people.", "as time to refine people.\n\ntime to lose something, though he was unable to define it, that was important to society as a whole.", "as just enough time to dull the perceptions of an entire society.\n\ntime to allow for people to realize that everyone is expendable.\n" ], [ "It truly is sad that someone who had the insight to create a plan as detailed could not have avoided living in such an area.", "He calls the master behind their grand plan \"a ninny.\"", "Raymond has no right to call anyone \"a ninny,\" as he is the dumbest descendant to arrive from the future.", "Rather than be grateful that gossip has been eradicated in the future, Raymond is thankful that an entire class of people has been eliminated." ], [ "for the people from the future, regardless of its grandeur, nothing in the past is good enough for them.", "in the past, class was determined by what you had to show, and in the future, it is based upon who you are as a person. Materialism doesn't exist in the future.", "Raymond's purpose there is to show Martin the finer things life has to offer above any other purpose.", "in the future, people have taste, whereas people in Martin's time do not." ] ]

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[ [ "dozen years later, they weren't touched. Martin was never sure whether\n this had been sheer luck or expert planning. Probably luck, because his\n descendants were exceedingly inept planners.", "Suddenly that seemed to make Conrad real. Martin felt a vague stirring\n of alarm. He kept his voice composed, however. \"How do you plan to\n protect me when he comes?\"", "matters. But when it came to the point, Conrad couldn't bear the idea\n of eliminating our great-grandfather—because our great-grandfather\n was such a\ngood", "Ives was the only one of the descendants who seemed to think of Martin\n as an individual. When his efforts to make contact with the other young\n man failed, he got worried and decided that what Martin needed was a\n change of air and scenery.", "\"How about a moat?\" Martin suggested when they first came. \"It seems to\n go with a castle.\"\n\"Do you think a moat could stop Conrad?\" Raymond asked, amused.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nNo one, least of all Martin, could dispute\n \nthat a man's life should be guarded by his", "\"But I can't understand,\" he would say, keeping his face straight. \"Why\n do you have to come from the future to protect me against your cousin\n Conrad?\"\n\n\n \"Because he's coming to kill you.\"", "\"Then we were all ready to forestall Conrad. If one of us guarded you\n night and day, he would never be able to carry out his plot. So we made", "more—all cousins to one another, he was told, all descendants of his.\nMartin was never left alone for a minute. He wasn't allowed to play", "During all this time, Conrad still did not put in an appearance. Martin\n had gotten to be such a crack shot with the ray pistol that he almost", "Martin smiled with all the charm he'd had nothing to do but acquire. \"I\n have every confidence in you,\" he told his descendant. He himself had\n given up carrying a gun long ago.", "Unaware of the near-contempt in which his young ancestor held him,\n Raymond went on blandly: \"Anyhow, Conrad took it upon himself to", "They came from the future.\nWhen Martin was sixteen, Raymond took him aside for the talk Ninian had\n promised five years before.", "good while he was living with his old lady. As for his father, Martin\n had never had one. He'd been a war baby, born of one of the tides of", "altruism, did you?\" he asked, turning on the charm which all the\n cousins possessed to a consternating degree.\nMartin had, of course, no illusions on that score; he had learned long", "good\nman, you know.\" Raymond's expressive upper lip\n curled. \"So Conrad decided to go further back still and get rid of", "disappeared and Ninian came to take care of him. Mothers had a way\n of disappearing around those parts and the kids were often better\n off without them. Martin was no exception. He'd never had it this", "\"The whole thing's all my brother Conrad's fault. You see, he's an\n idealist,\" Raymond explained, pronouncing the last word with distaste.", "But the fear did not show in Martin's pictures. They were pretty\n pictures.\nCousin Ives—now that Martin was older, he was told to call the", "at understanding his descendants, far better than they at understanding\n him. But then they never really tried. Ninian kissed him wetly on the\n cheek and said she was sure everything would work out all right and" ], [ "Martin nodded gravely. He was a quiet boy now, his brief past a dim and\n rather ridiculous memory. Who could ever imagine him robbing a grocery", "good while he was living with his old lady. As for his father, Martin\n had never had one. He'd been a war baby, born of one of the tides of", "myself!\"\nWhen it came time for the parting, it was Ninian who cried—tears at\n her own inadequacy, Martin knew, not of sorrow. He was getting skillful", "something pretty wrong with him. So Martin and Ninian were just as\n conspicuous as before. But he didn't tip her off. She was grown up; she\n was supposed to know better than he did.", "Ives was the only one of the descendants who seemed to think of Martin\n as an individual. When his efforts to make contact with the other young\n man failed, he got worried and decided that what Martin needed was a\n change of air and scenery.", "They came from the future.\nWhen Martin was sixteen, Raymond took him aside for the talk Ninian had\n promised five years before.", "Martin missed the old neighborhood, though. He missed having other\n kids to play with. He even missed his mother. Sure, she hadn't given", "But the fear did not show in Martin's pictures. They were pretty\n pictures.\nCousin Ives—now that Martin was older, he was told to call the", "disappeared and Ninian came to take care of him. Mothers had a way\n of disappearing around those parts and the kids were often better\n off without them. Martin was no exception. He'd never had it this", "\"So Ninian's going,\" said Martin, wondering why the news made him feel\n curiously desolate. Because, although he supposed he liked her in a", "altruism, did you?\" he asked, turning on the charm which all the\n cousins possessed to a consternating degree.\nMartin had, of course, no illusions on that score; he had learned long", "dozen years later, they weren't touched. Martin was never sure whether\n this had been sheer luck or expert planning. Probably luck, because his\n descendants were exceedingly inept planners.", "arose of what the youth's vocation in that life was going to be. At\n least twenty of the cousins came back through time to hold one of\n their vigorous family councils. Martin was still young enough to enjoy", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nNo one, least of all Martin, could dispute\n \nthat a man's life should be guarded by his", "And keep an eye on him she did—she or a rather foppish young man who\n came to stay with them occasionally. Martin was told to call him Uncle\n Raymond.", "Martin accepted his new surroundings. His sense of wonder had become\n dulled by now and the pink pseudo-Spanish castle—\"architecturally\n dreadful, of course,\" Raymond had said, \"but so hilariously", "than yours. Besides, you're getting too old now to be under petticoat\n government.\" He looked inquisitively at Martin. \"You're not going to", "\"I'm trying to talk to you as if you were an adult,\" Raymond said, \"but\n if you will persist in these childish interruptions—\"\n\n\n \"I'm sorry,\" Martin said.", "\"No....\" Martin said hesitantly. \"Oh, I suppose I will miss her. But we\n aren't very close, so it won't make a real difference.\" That was the\n sad part: he already knew it wouldn't make a difference.", "was his great-great-grand-daughter, as she said, why would she tell\n him to call her \"\nAunt Ninian\n\"? Maybe he was only eleven, but he'd" ], [ "disappeared and Ninian came to take care of him. Mothers had a way\n of disappearing around those parts and the kids were often better\n off without them. Martin was no exception. He'd never had it this", "myself!\"\nWhen it came time for the parting, it was Ninian who cried—tears at\n her own inadequacy, Martin knew, not of sorrow. He was getting skillful", "\"So Ninian's going,\" said Martin, wondering why the news made him feel\n curiously desolate. Because, although he supposed he liked her in a", "So Martin held his peace, because, on the whole, he liked things the\n way they were. Ninian really was the limit, though. All the people he", "regularly, so this was just routine. But Ninian didn't know that and\n she went into a real tizzy, babbling that Martin had been sick and\n would make up the work. Martin nearly did get sick from laughing so", "something pretty wrong with him. So Martin and Ninian were just as\n conspicuous as before. But he didn't tip her off. She was grown up; she\n was supposed to know better than he did.", "at understanding his descendants, far better than they at understanding\n him. But then they never really tried. Ninian kissed him wetly on the\n cheek and said she was sure everything would work out all right and", "It was then that Martin began to realize that either the whole lot of\n them were insane, or what Ninian had told him at first was the truth.", "They came from the future.\nWhen Martin was sixteen, Raymond took him aside for the talk Ninian had\n promised five years before.", "When it became clear that his mother was never going to show up again,\n Ninian bought one of those smallish, almost identical houses that", "Ninian worried all the time. It wasn't that she cared what these people\n thought of her, for she made no secret of regarding them as little", "Ninian sighed. \"He's dissatisfied with the current social order and\n killing you is part of an elaborate plan he's formulated to change it.\n You wouldn't understand.\"", "together; then Ives would tell Martin of the future world he had come\n from. The picture drawn by Raymond and Ninian had not been entirely\n accurate, Ives admitted. True, there was no war or poverty on Earth", "Sometimes he wondered who Ninian really was. Obviously that story\n about her coming from the future was just a gag. Besides, if she really", "could ask for. You're getting the best of all possible worlds. Of\n course Ninian\nwas\na ninny to locate in a mercantile suburb where any", "good while he was living with his old lady. As for his father, Martin\n had never had one. He'd been a war baby, born of one of the tides of", "Ives was the only one of the descendants who seemed to think of Martin\n as an individual. When his efforts to make contact with the other young\n man failed, he got worried and decided that what Martin needed was a\n change of air and scenery.", "Martin nodded gravely. He was a quiet boy now, his brief past a dim and\n rather ridiculous memory. Who could ever imagine him robbing a grocery", "He loved to bait her, as he had loved to bait his mother. It was safer\n with Ninian, though, because when he pushed her too far, she would cry\n instead of mopping up the floor with him.", "\"Oh, just don't ask any questions,\" Ninian said petulantly. \"When you\n get older, someone will explain the whole thing to you.\"" ], [ "When it became clear that his mother was never going to show up again,\n Ninian bought one of those smallish, almost identical houses that", "mushroom on the fringes of a city after every war, particularly where\n intensive bombing has created a number of desirable building sites.", "could ask for. You're getting the best of all possible worlds. Of\n course Ninian\nwas\na ninny to locate in a mercantile suburb where any", "myself!\"\nWhen it came time for the parting, it was Ninian who cried—tears at\n her own inadequacy, Martin knew, not of sorrow. He was getting skillful", "at understanding his descendants, far better than they at understanding\n him. But then they never really tried. Ninian kissed him wetly on the\n cheek and said she was sure everything would work out all right and", "something pretty wrong with him. So Martin and Ninian were just as\n conspicuous as before. But he didn't tip her off. She was grown up; she\n was supposed to know better than he did.", "\"So Ninian's going,\" said Martin, wondering why the news made him feel\n curiously desolate. Because, although he supposed he liked her in a", "disappeared and Ninian came to take care of him. Mothers had a way\n of disappearing around those parts and the kids were often better\n off without them. Martin was no exception. He'd never had it this", "regularly, so this was just routine. But Ninian didn't know that and\n she went into a real tizzy, babbling that Martin had been sick and\n would make up the work. Martin nearly did get sick from laughing so", "So Martin held his peace, because, on the whole, he liked things the\n way they were. Ninian really was the limit, though. All the people he", "Ninian worried all the time. It wasn't that she cared what these people\n thought of her, for she made no secret of regarding them as little", "together; then Ives would tell Martin of the future world he had come\n from. The picture drawn by Raymond and Ninian had not been entirely\n accurate, Ives admitted. True, there was no war or poverty on Earth", "was his great-great-grand-daughter, as she said, why would she tell\n him to call her \"\nAunt Ninian\n\"? Maybe he was only eleven, but he'd", "for us to make trouble on. Three that were habitable aren't any more.\n Bombed. Very thorough job.\"", "the streets—especially with the women buttonholing him and demanding\n to know what gave. They tried talking to Ninian, but she certainly knew\n how to give them the cold shoulder.", "Raymond and Martin moved into a luxurious mansion in a remote area. The\n site proved a well-chosen one; when the Second Atomic War came, half a", "He loved to bait her, as he had loved to bait his mother. It was safer\n with Ninian, though, because when he pushed her too far, she would cry\n instead of mopping up the floor with him.", "\"Oh, just don't ask any questions,\" Ninian said petulantly. \"When you\n get older, someone will explain the whole thing to you.\"", "good while he was living with his old lady. As for his father, Martin\n had never had one. He'd been a war baby, born of one of the tides of", "out a rather unpleasant duty. Though they were in the house with him,\n in their minds and in their talk they were living in another world—a\n world of warmth and peace and plenty where nobody worked, except in the" ], [ "dozen years later, they weren't touched. Martin was never sure whether\n this had been sheer luck or expert planning. Probably luck, because his\n descendants were exceedingly inept planners.", "at understanding his descendants, far better than they at understanding\n him. But then they never really tried. Ninian kissed him wetly on the\n cheek and said she was sure everything would work out all right and", "more—all cousins to one another, he was told, all descendants of his.\nMartin was never left alone for a minute. He wasn't allowed to play", "Martin smiled with all the charm he'd had nothing to do but acquire. \"I\n have every confidence in you,\" he told his descendant. He himself had\n given up carrying a gun long ago.", "Ives was the only one of the descendants who seemed to think of Martin\n as an individual. When his efforts to make contact with the other young\n man failed, he got worried and decided that what Martin needed was a\n change of air and scenery.", "wished his descendant would show up, so there would be some excitement.\n But he didn't come. And Martin got to thinking....", "good while he was living with his old lady. As for his father, Martin\n had never had one. He'd been a war baby, born of one of the tides of", "altruism, did you?\" he asked, turning on the charm which all the\n cousins possessed to a consternating degree.\nMartin had, of course, no illusions on that score; he had learned long", "So Martin held his peace, because, on the whole, he liked things the\n way they were. Ninian really was the limit, though. All the people he", "\"How about a great-great-grandchild?\" Martin couldn't help asking.\nRaymond flushed a delicate pink. \"Do you want to hear the rest of this\n or don't you?\"", "But he wasn't, for by now he had little respect left for any of\n his descendants. They were all exceedingly handsome and cultivated", "disappeared and Ninian came to take care of him. Mothers had a way\n of disappearing around those parts and the kids were often better\n off without them. Martin was no exception. He'd never had it this", "arose of what the youth's vocation in that life was going to be. At\n least twenty of the cousins came back through time to hold one of\n their vigorous family councils. Martin was still young enough to enjoy", "contemporary inhabitants of the planet and relax and be themselves. So\n they never moved back to land. Martin spent the rest of his life on\nThe Interregnum", "Martin nodded gravely. He was a quiet boy now, his brief past a dim and\n rather ridiculous memory. Who could ever imagine him robbing a grocery", "But the fear did not show in Martin's pictures. They were pretty\n pictures.\nCousin Ives—now that Martin was older, he was told to call the", "myself!\"\nWhen it came time for the parting, it was Ninian who cried—tears at\n her own inadequacy, Martin knew, not of sorrow. He was getting skillful", "interbred aristocracy, to which Martin's descendants belonged by virtue\n of their distinguished ancestry.", "Martin accepted his new surroundings. His sense of wonder had become\n dulled by now and the pink pseudo-Spanish castle—\"architecturally\n dreadful, of course,\" Raymond had said, \"but so hilariously", "something pretty wrong with him. So Martin and Ninian were just as\n conspicuous as before. But he didn't tip her off. She was grown up; she\n was supposed to know better than he did." ], [ "They came from the future.\nWhen Martin was sixteen, Raymond took him aside for the talk Ninian had\n promised five years before.", "convenience and gadget but was crammed with bibelots and antiques,\n carefully chosen by Raymond and disputed by Martin, for, to the man\n from the future, all available artifacts were antiques. Otherwise,", "\"I'm trying to talk to you as if you were an adult,\" Raymond said, \"but\n if you will persist in these childish interruptions—\"\n\n\n \"I'm sorry,\" Martin said.", "\"Oh, I do!\" Martin said. He had pieced the whole thing together for\n himself long since, but he wanted to hear how Raymond would put it.", "And keep an eye on him she did—she or a rather foppish young man who\n came to stay with them occasionally. Martin was told to call him Uncle\n Raymond.", "Unaware of the near-contempt in which his young ancestor held him,\n Raymond went on blandly: \"Anyhow, Conrad took it upon himself to", "Martin accepted his new surroundings. His sense of wonder had become\n dulled by now and the pink pseudo-Spanish castle—\"architecturally\n dreadful, of course,\" Raymond had said, \"but so hilariously", "\"I am not going to sit down and explain the whole thing to you all over\n again, Bart!\" Raymond said impatiently. \"Well, Martin?\"\n\n\n \"What would you suggest?\" Martin asked.", "such occasions, finding them vastly superior to all other forms of\n entertainment.\n\"This sort of problem wouldn't arise in our day, Martin,\" Raymond", "\"How about a great-great-grandchild?\" Martin couldn't help asking.\nRaymond flushed a delicate pink. \"Do you want to hear the rest of this\n or don't you?\"", "together; then Ives would tell Martin of the future world he had come\n from. The picture drawn by Raymond and Ninian had not been entirely\n accurate, Ives admitted. True, there was no war or poverty on Earth", "During all this time, Conrad still did not put in an appearance. Martin\n had gotten to be such a crack shot with the ray pistol that he almost", "young people, with superior educations, smooth ways of speaking and\n considerable self-confidence, but they just weren't very bright. And\n he had discovered that Raymond was perhaps the most intelligent of the", "\"Never fear—it has a temporal radius,\" Raymond replied. \"Factory\n guarantee and all that.\"\n\n\n \"Just to be on the safe side,\" Martin said, \"I think I'd better have\n one of those guns, too.\"", "\"I've told you—our world is precisely the same as this one!\" Raymond\n snapped. \"We just come a couple of centuries or so later, that's all.", "good\nman, you know.\" Raymond's expressive upper lip\n curled. \"So Conrad decided to go further back still and get rid of", "Raymond and Martin moved into a luxurious mansion in a remote area. The\n site proved a well-chosen one; when the Second Atomic War came, half a", "you\nlive now?... I don't mean in the now for me, but the now for\n you,\" Martin explained laboriously. It was so difficult to live in the\n past and think in the future.", "dozen years later, they weren't touched. Martin was never sure whether\n this had been sheer luck or expert planning. Probably luck, because his\n descendants were exceedingly inept planners.", "\"Well, five years is rather a long stretch for any girl to spend in\n exile,\" Raymond explained, \"even though our life spans are a bit longer" ], [ "could ask for. You're getting the best of all possible worlds. Of\n course Ninian\nwas\na ninny to locate in a mercantile suburb where any", "little thing out of the way will cause talk. How thankful I am that our\n era has completely disposed of the mercantiles—\"", "\"The whole thing's all my brother Conrad's fault. You see, he's an\n idealist,\" Raymond explained, pronouncing the last word with distaste.", "Unaware of the near-contempt in which his young ancestor held him,\n Raymond went on blandly: \"Anyhow, Conrad took it upon himself to", "good\nman, you know.\" Raymond's expressive upper lip\n curled. \"So Conrad decided to go further back still and get rid of", "at understanding his descendants, far better than they at understanding\n him. But then they never really tried. Ninian kissed him wetly on the\n cheek and said she was sure everything would work out all right and", "So Martin held his peace, because, on the whole, he liked things the\n way they were. Ninian really was the limit, though. All the people he", "\"So Ninian's going,\" said Martin, wondering why the news made him feel\n curiously desolate. Because, although he supposed he liked her in a", "Raymond looked annoyed. \"It's the\nadolescent\nway,\" he said, \"to do\n away with it, rather than find a solution. Would you destroy a whole\n society in order to root out a single injustice?\"", "young people, with superior educations, smooth ways of speaking and\n considerable self-confidence, but they just weren't very bright. And\n he had discovered that Raymond was perhaps the most intelligent of the", "together; then Ives would tell Martin of the future world he had come\n from. The picture drawn by Raymond and Ninian had not been entirely\n accurate, Ives admitted. True, there was no war or poverty on Earth", "But Raymond rushed on: \"Soon as Ninian goes and I'm in full charge,\n we'll get a more isolated place and run it on a far grander scale.", "They came from the future.\nWhen Martin was sixteen, Raymond took him aside for the talk Ninian had\n promised five years before.", "disappeared and Ninian came to take care of him. Mothers had a way\n of disappearing around those parts and the kids were often better\n off without them. Martin was no exception. He'd never had it this", "Martin accepted his new surroundings. His sense of wonder had become\n dulled by now and the pink pseudo-Spanish castle—\"architecturally\n dreadful, of course,\" Raymond had said, \"but so hilariously", "\"He died for all of us,\" Raymond concluded his funeral eulogy over\n Ives, \"so his death was not in vain.\"", "myself!\"\nWhen it came time for the parting, it was Ninian who cried—tears at\n her own inadequacy, Martin knew, not of sorrow. He was getting skillful", "regularly, so this was just routine. But Ninian didn't know that and\n she went into a real tizzy, babbling that Martin had been sick and\n would make up the work. Martin nearly did get sick from laughing so", "something pretty wrong with him. So Martin and Ninian were just as\n conspicuous as before. But he didn't tip her off. She was grown up; she\n was supposed to know better than he did.", "When it became clear that his mother was never going to show up again,\n Ninian bought one of those smallish, almost identical houses that" ], [ "Martin accepted his new surroundings. His sense of wonder had become\n dulled by now and the pink pseudo-Spanish castle—\"architecturally\n dreadful, of course,\" Raymond had said, \"but so hilariously", "Raymond and Martin moved into a luxurious mansion in a remote area. The\n site proved a well-chosen one; when the Second Atomic War came, half a", "\"The whole thing's all my brother Conrad's fault. You see, he's an\n idealist,\" Raymond explained, pronouncing the last word with distaste.", "\"How about a moat?\" Martin suggested when they first came. \"It seems to\n go with a castle.\"\n\"Do you think a moat could stop Conrad?\" Raymond asked, amused.", "And keep an eye on him she did—she or a rather foppish young man who\n came to stay with them occasionally. Martin was told to call him Uncle\n Raymond.", "convenience and gadget but was crammed with bibelots and antiques,\n carefully chosen by Raymond and disputed by Martin, for, to the man\n from the future, all available artifacts were antiques. Otherwise,", "Unaware of the near-contempt in which his young ancestor held him,\n Raymond went on blandly: \"Anyhow, Conrad took it upon himself to", "\"Don't be a fool, Grania!\" Raymond snapped. \"Well, Martin, have you\n made up your mind what you want to be?\"", "\"I am not going to sit down and explain the whole thing to you all over\n again, Bart!\" Raymond said impatiently. \"Well, Martin?\"\n\n\n \"What would you suggest?\" Martin asked.", "good\nman, you know.\" Raymond's expressive upper lip\n curled. \"So Conrad decided to go further back still and get rid of", "together; then Ives would tell Martin of the future world he had come\n from. The picture drawn by Raymond and Ninian had not been entirely\n accurate, Ives admitted. True, there was no war or poverty on Earth", "\"I'm trying to talk to you as if you were an adult,\" Raymond said, \"but\n if you will persist in these childish interruptions—\"\n\n\n \"I'm sorry,\" Martin said.", "Raymond turned a deep rose. \"Well, doesn't that just go to prove you\n mustn't believe everything you hear?\" The next sentence tumbled out in", "young people, with superior educations, smooth ways of speaking and\n considerable self-confidence, but they just weren't very bright. And\n he had discovered that Raymond was perhaps the most intelligent of the", "Raymond didn't seem to think he really did. \"After all,\" he pointed\n out defensively, \"whatever our motives, it has turned into a good", "Few people in the world then could afford to live as stylishly as\n Martin and his guardian. The place not only contained every possible", "Raymond looked annoyed. \"It's the\nadolescent\nway,\" he said, \"to do\n away with it, rather than find a solution. Would you destroy a whole\n society in order to root out a single injustice?\"", "So Martin held his peace, because, on the whole, he liked things the\n way they were. Ninian really was the limit, though. All the people he", "\"Well, each one of us is armed to the teeth, of course,\" Raymond said\n with modest pride, displaying something that looked like a child's", "Raymond frowned. Then he shrugged cheerfully. \"Well, you didn't really\n suppose we were going to all this trouble and expense out of sheer" ] ]

[ "Why wasn't Matilda married?", "How did Matilda's mother feel about Matilda?", "What about Haron didn't excite Matilda?", "What didn't surprise Matilda about Haron's house?", "Why did Mr. Gorka let these women stay in his house?", "How didn't Matilda feel when Haron was talking?", "What is not a reason for Matilda to tell the librarian what happened?", "Why did the librarian really give every woman Mr. Gorka's address?", "Why was Mr. Gorka so strange?", "Why couldn't most people tell Matilda where Haron lived?" ]

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[ [ "at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was\n also looking for a husband.", "Matilda was not yet that far gone in years or appearance. Dressed\n properly, she could hope to make a favorable impression in person, and", "Matilda did not say a word. One madman a day would be quite enough for\n anybody, but here she found herself confronted with two.", "This, in itself, was not unusual—but Matilda was so completely\n wrapped up in the romantic fallacy of her day that she sought a prince", "The fact that in all probability such a man did not exist disturbed\n Matilda not in the least. She had been known to say that there are over", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "\"I don't know what they told you,\" Matilda said. \"But this is what\n happened to me.\"", "\"I—do.\" Matilda had had visions of her prince charming sitting back\n and relaxing with her, telling her of the many things he had done and", "Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told\n the little librarian what the message was. \"He wanted her to return,\"\n she said.", "The man was egotistical, all right; Matilda could see that. But she had\n never minded an egotistical man, at least not when he had something", "Matilda. And then, quite annoyedly, she berated herself for not having\n been the first. Perhaps the other five all were satisfactory; perhaps\n she wouldn't be needed; perhaps she was too late....", "Matilda, you see, had patience.", "It must be said to Matilda's favor that she sobbed only once. After\n that she realized that what is done is done and here, past thirty,", "Matilda smiled. \"It wouldn't have worked out, Ma. He was too darned\n stuffy. I gave him his ring and said thanks anyway and he smiled", "to her own. To the gentlemen upon whom these names were affixed,\n Matilda would write, and she often told her mother, the widow Penshaws,", "They were mad, all right, and now Matilda wondered if, actually,\n they were husband and wife. It could readily be; maybe the madness", "Then the widow Penshaws told Matilda that she could never hope to sneak\n about the house without her mother knowing about it, and that even", "to ruin. This surprised Matilda, but she did not let it keep her\n spirits in check. Haron Gorka, the man, was what counted, and the", "The first thing the widow Penshaws did was to take Matilda's left hand\n in her own and examine the next-to-the-last finger.", "\"But, Matilda, that's your fifth broken engagement in three years. It\n ain't that you ain't popular, but you just don't want to cooperate." ], [ "The woman sat at her desk as Matilda had remembered her, gray,\n broom-stick figure, rigid. But now when she saw Matilda she perked up\n visibly.\n\n\n \"Hello, my dear,\" she said.", "Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told\n the little librarian what the message was. \"He wanted her to return,\"\n she said.", "Matilda did not say a word. One madman a day would be quite enough for\n anybody, but here she found herself confronted with two.", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "Matilda. And then, quite annoyedly, she berated herself for not having\n been the first. Perhaps the other five all were satisfactory; perhaps\n she wouldn't be needed; perhaps she was too late....", "Then the widow Penshaws told Matilda that she could never hope to sneak\n about the house without her mother knowing about it, and that even", "at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was\n also looking for a husband.", "\"I don't know what they told you,\" Matilda said. \"But this is what\n happened to me.\"", "\"I—do.\" Matilda had had visions of her prince charming sitting back\n and relaxing with her, telling her of the many things he had done and", "remembered what she had promised the librarian. In her own way, the\n aging woman would be as disappointed as Matilda, but a promise was a\n promise, and Matilda turned the car in a wide U-turn and parked it", "Matilda admired her mother's use of the word osmosis, but she found\n nothing which was not objectionable about being unaware of the impact", "The man was egotistical, all right; Matilda could see that. But she had\n never minded an egotistical man, at least not when he had something", "Matilda was not yet that far gone in years or appearance. Dressed\n properly, she could hope to make a favorable impression in person, and", "Matilda gasped and ran into her car. She started the gears and pressed\n the accelerator to the floor, keeping it there all the way home.", "The widow Penshaws met her at the bottom of the stairwell.\n\n\n \"Mother,\" gasped Matilda. Matilda always gasped when she saw something\n unexpected. \"What on earth are you doing up?\"", "Matilda sighed happily as she put out the light. The moon shone in\n through the window brightly, and at such times Matilda generally would", "A little doubtful now, Matilda thanked him and watched him leave. He\n closed the door softly behind his retreating feet, but Matilda's ears", "to her own. To the gentlemen upon whom these names were affixed,\n Matilda would write, and she often told her mother, the widow Penshaws,", "Matilda, you see, had patience.", "It must be said to Matilda's favor that she sobbed only once. After\n that she realized that what is done is done and here, past thirty," ], [ "his dwelling. That was it, of course: the conspicuous show of wealth or\n personal industry meant nothing at all to Haron Gorka. Matilda liked\n him all the more for it.", "to ruin. This surprised Matilda, but she did not let it keep her\n spirits in check. Haron Gorka, the man, was what counted, and the", "\"Yes,\" said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if\n Haron Gorka were to talk to her as he saw fit.\n\n\n \"Ready?\"", "Matilda paused. Off in the distance there was a glow on the horizon,\n and that was the direction of Haron Gorka's place.", "Matilda did, only they didn't know any Haron Gorka, either. It turned\n out that no one did: Matilda tried the general store, the fire", "Matilda jumped as if she had been struck strategically from the rear.\n \"You know him? You know Haron Gorka?\"", "Matilda felt bad, but she had no intention of returning home this\n early. If she could not find Haron Gorka, that was one thing; but she", "\"I—do.\" Matilda had had visions of her prince charming sitting back\n and relaxing with her, telling her of the many things he had done and", "The name—Haron Gorka: its oddness was somehow beautiful to Matilda.\n Haron Gorka—the nationality could be anything. And that was it. He had", "The man was egotistical, all right; Matilda could see that. But she had\n never minded an egotistical man, at least not when he had something", "She would not admit even to herself that she was disappointed with\n Haron Gorka. It was not that he was homely and unimpressive; it was", "This, in itself, was not unusual—but Matilda was so completely\n wrapped up in the romantic fallacy of her day that she sought a prince", "The fact that in all probability such a man did not exist disturbed\n Matilda not in the least. She had been known to say that there are over", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "\"Miss,\" he replied, \"I assure you it will not matter in the least to\n Haron Gorka. You are here and he is ready to see you and that is all\n that matters.\"", "Matilda did not say a word. One madman a day would be quite enough for\n anybody, but here she found herself confronted with two.", "Matilda could do nothing but leave the room, walk back through the\n house, go outside and get into her car. She noticed not without\n surprise that the other five cars were now gone. She was the last of\n Haron Gorka's guests to depart.", "Matilda cleared her throat. \"Pardon me,\" she began. \"I'm looking for—\"\n\n\n \"Haron Gorka.\" The librarian nodded.\n\n\n \"How on earth did you know?\"", "Matilda was not yet that far gone in years or appearance. Dressed\n properly, she could hope to make a favorable impression in person, and", "Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told\n the little librarian what the message was. \"He wanted her to return,\"\n she said." ], [ "his dwelling. That was it, of course: the conspicuous show of wealth or\n personal industry meant nothing at all to Haron Gorka. Matilda liked\n him all the more for it.", "Matilda paused. Off in the distance there was a glow on the horizon,\n and that was the direction of Haron Gorka's place.", "to ruin. This surprised Matilda, but she did not let it keep her\n spirits in check. Haron Gorka, the man, was what counted, and the", "Matilda could do nothing but leave the room, walk back through the\n house, go outside and get into her car. She noticed not without\n surprise that the other five cars were now gone. She was the last of\n Haron Gorka's guests to depart.", "Matilda did, only they didn't know any Haron Gorka, either. It turned\n out that no one did: Matilda tried the general store, the fire", "\"Yes,\" said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if\n Haron Gorka were to talk to her as he saw fit.\n\n\n \"Ready?\"", "Matilda cleared her throat. \"Pardon me,\" she began. \"I'm looking for—\"\n\n\n \"Haron Gorka.\" The librarian nodded.\n\n\n \"How on earth did you know?\"", "Matilda jumped as if she had been struck strategically from the rear.\n \"You know him? You know Haron Gorka?\"", "\"Miss,\" he replied, \"I assure you it will not matter in the least to\n Haron Gorka. You are here and he is ready to see you and that is all\n that matters.\"", "Matilda felt bad, but she had no intention of returning home this\n early. If she could not find Haron Gorka, that was one thing; but she", "The name—Haron Gorka: its oddness was somehow beautiful to Matilda.\n Haron Gorka—the nationality could be anything. And that was it. He had", "There were five cars parked in the long driveway, and now Matilda's\n made the sixth. In spite of herself, she smiled. She had not been the", "Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told\n the little librarian what the message was. \"He wanted her to return,\"\n she said.", "She followed him out of the little room and across what should have\n been a spacious dining area, except that everything seemed covered with", "A little doubtful now, Matilda thanked him and watched him leave. He\n closed the door softly behind his retreating feet, but Matilda's ears", "The feeling did not last long. Standing over her was Haron Gorka's\n servant, and he said, \"Mr. Gorka will see you now.\"", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "\"Hello,\" said Matilda.\n\n\n The stereotype grunted and peered at her over his glasses. Matilda\n asked him where she could find Haron Gorka.\n\n\n \"What?\"", "The man was egotistical, all right; Matilda could see that. But she had\n never minded an egotistical man, at least not when he had something", "Matilda did not say a word. One madman a day would be quite enough for\n anybody, but here she found herself confronted with two." ], [ "his dwelling. That was it, of course: the conspicuous show of wealth or\n personal industry meant nothing at all to Haron Gorka. Matilda liked\n him all the more for it.", "\"Miss,\" he replied, \"I assure you it will not matter in the least to\n Haron Gorka. You are here and he is ready to see you and that is all\n that matters.\"", "\"That's easy. You're the sixth young woman who came here inquiring\n about that man today. Six of you—five others in the morning, and now\n you in the afternoon. I never did trust this Mr. Gorka....\"", "The librarian nodded, a happy smile on her lips. \"You wouldn't believe\n me if I told you something.\"\n\n\n \"What's that?\"\n\n\n \"I am Mrs. Gorka.\"", "She would not admit even to herself that she was disappointed with\n Haron Gorka. It was not that he was homely and unimpressive; it was", "He said, \"Greetings. You have come—\"\n\n\n \"In response to your ad. How do you do, Mr. Gorka?\"", "to ruin. This surprised Matilda, but she did not let it keep her\n spirits in check. Haron Gorka, the man, was what counted, and the", "The feeling did not last long. Standing over her was Haron Gorka's\n servant, and he said, \"Mr. Gorka will see you now.\"", "The librarian seemed about to soar off into the air someplace, and if\n five women had been here first, Matilda was now definitely in a hurry.\n\n\n \"Um, where can I find Mr. Gorka?\"", "own library with him. This being the case, a third-rate collection\n of books was far better than no collection at all, and perhaps the\n librarian would know Mr. Haron Gorka.", "As she drove back to town, the disappointment melted slowly away. There\n were, of course, two alternatives. Either Haron Gorka was an eccentric", "Haron Gorka. Well, then, she must see to it that she impressed him\n better than did all the rest, and, later, when she returned to tell the", "she wasn't going to be girlishly timid about it. Besides, it was not\n her fault if, in his unconcern, Haron Gorka had unwittingly hired a\n neurotic servant.", "seen. But first she certainly would have liked to get to\nknow\nthe\n man. Well, Haron Gorka obviously had more experience along these lines", "\"Yes,\" said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if\n Haron Gorka were to talk to her as he saw fit.\n\n\n \"Ready?\"", "that Haron Gorka was mouthing gibberish. But on the other hand she\nwanted\nto believe in him and the result was that it took until now\n for her to realize it.", "only one with the idea to visit Haron Gorka in person. With half a\n dozen of them there, the laggards who resorted to posting letters would", "\"You want any food or drink,\" the servant told her, \"and you just press\n that button. The results will surprise you.\"\n\n\n \"What about Mr. Gorka?\"", "Matilda felt bad, but she had no intention of returning home this\n early. If she could not find Haron Gorka, that was one thing; but she", "whistling to herself.\nHaron Gorka lived in what could have been an agrarian estate, except\n that the land no longer was being tilled. The house itself had fallen" ], [ "\"Yes,\" said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if\n Haron Gorka were to talk to her as he saw fit.\n\n\n \"Ready?\"", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "to ruin. This surprised Matilda, but she did not let it keep her\n spirits in check. Haron Gorka, the man, was what counted, and the", "Matilda paused. Off in the distance there was a glow on the horizon,\n and that was the direction of Haron Gorka's place.", "Matilda jumped as if she had been struck strategically from the rear.\n \"You know him? You know Haron Gorka?\"", "his dwelling. That was it, of course: the conspicuous show of wealth or\n personal industry meant nothing at all to Haron Gorka. Matilda liked\n him all the more for it.", "Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told\n the little librarian what the message was. \"He wanted her to return,\"\n she said.", "\"I—do.\" Matilda had had visions of her prince charming sitting back\n and relaxing with her, telling her of the many things he had done and", "Matilda felt bad, but she had no intention of returning home this\n early. If she could not find Haron Gorka, that was one thing; but she", "\"I don't know what they told you,\" Matilda said. \"But this is what\n happened to me.\"", "\"Miss,\" he replied, \"I assure you it will not matter in the least to\n Haron Gorka. You are here and he is ready to see you and that is all\n that matters.\"", "Matilda did not say a word. One madman a day would be quite enough for\n anybody, but here she found herself confronted with two.", "A little doubtful now, Matilda thanked him and watched him leave. He\n closed the door softly behind his retreating feet, but Matilda's ears", "Matilda could do nothing but leave the room, walk back through the\n house, go outside and get into her car. She noticed not without\n surprise that the other five cars were now gone. She was the last of\n Haron Gorka's guests to depart.", "Matilda did, only they didn't know any Haron Gorka, either. It turned\n out that no one did: Matilda tried the general store, the fire", "The feeling did not last long. Standing over her was Haron Gorka's\n servant, and he said, \"Mr. Gorka will see you now.\"", "Matilda cleared her throat. \"Pardon me,\" she began. \"I'm looking for—\"\n\n\n \"Haron Gorka.\" The librarian nodded.\n\n\n \"How on earth did you know?\"", "that Haron Gorka was mouthing gibberish. But on the other hand she\nwanted\nto believe in him and the result was that it took until now\n for her to realize it.", "The man was egotistical, all right; Matilda could see that. But she had\n never minded an egotistical man, at least not when he had something", "\"Hello,\" said Matilda.\n\n\n The stereotype grunted and peered at her over his glasses. Matilda\n asked him where she could find Haron Gorka.\n\n\n \"What?\"" ], [ "Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told\n the little librarian what the message was. \"He wanted her to return,\"\n she said.", "\"I don't know what they told you,\" Matilda said. \"But this is what\n happened to me.\"", "Matilda did not say a word. One madman a day would be quite enough for\n anybody, but here she found herself confronted with two.", "remembered what she had promised the librarian. In her own way, the\n aging woman would be as disappointed as Matilda, but a promise was a\n promise, and Matilda turned the car in a wide U-turn and parked it", "Matilda thought a little flattery might be effective. \"Only ten,\" she\n assured the librarian. \"Ten years would be more than sufficient, I'm\n sure.\"", "Matilda reached into her pocket-book and withdrew a five dollar bill.\n \"Was this the way?\" she demanded. Matilda was not very good at this\n sort of thing.\n\n\n The librarian shook her head.", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "Matilda. And then, quite annoyedly, she berated herself for not having\n been the first. Perhaps the other five all were satisfactory; perhaps\n she wouldn't be needed; perhaps she was too late....", "It must be said to Matilda's favor that she sobbed only once. After\n that she realized that what is done is done and here, past thirty,", "\"I—do.\" Matilda had had visions of her prince charming sitting back\n and relaxing with her, telling her of the many things he had done and", "Matilda felt bad, but she had no intention of returning home this\n early. If she could not find Haron Gorka, that was one thing; but she", "Matilda assured her that it was, and, breathlessly, she wrote down the\n address. She thanked the librarian and then she went out to her car,", "Then the widow Penshaws told Matilda that she could never hope to sneak\n about the house without her mother knowing about it, and that even", "Matilda nodded shrewdly and added a twin brother to the bill in her\n hand. \"Then is this better?\"\n\n\n \"That's worse. I wouldn't take your money—\"", "The librarian seemed about to soar off into the air someplace, and if\n five women had been here first, Matilda was now definitely in a hurry.\n\n\n \"Um, where can I find Mr. Gorka?\"", "Matilda was not yet that far gone in years or appearance. Dressed\n properly, she could hope to make a favorable impression in person, and", "This she did, but it was unrewarding. Cedar Falls had what might be\n called a microscopic library, and Matilda thought that if this small", "A little doubtful now, Matilda thanked him and watched him leave. He\n closed the door softly behind his retreating feet, but Matilda's ears", "On the other hand—why not? Why couldn't the librarian help her? Why\n hadn't she thought of it before? Certainly a man as well-educated as", "Matilda kept the alarm from creeping into her voice. She muttered an\noh\nunder her breath and took out the ad. This she showed to the" ], [ "The librarian nodded, a happy smile on her lips. \"You wouldn't believe\n me if I told you something.\"\n\n\n \"What's that?\"\n\n\n \"I am Mrs. Gorka.\"", "The librarian seemed about to soar off into the air someplace, and if\n five women had been here first, Matilda was now definitely in a hurry.\n\n\n \"Um, where can I find Mr. Gorka?\"", "On the other hand—why not? Why couldn't the librarian help her? Why\n hadn't she thought of it before? Certainly a man as well-educated as", "own library with him. This being the case, a third-rate collection\n of books was far better than no collection at all, and perhaps the\n librarian would know Mr. Haron Gorka.", "Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told\n the little librarian what the message was. \"He wanted her to return,\"\n she said.", "\"That's easy. You're the sixth young woman who came here inquiring\n about that man today. Six of you—five others in the morning, and now\n you in the afternoon. I never did trust this Mr. Gorka....\"", "Matilda cleared her throat. \"Pardon me,\" she began. \"I'm looking for—\"\n\n\n \"Haron Gorka.\" The librarian nodded.\n\n\n \"How on earth did you know?\"", "The librarian stood up and came around the desk. She opened a drawer\n and took out her hat and perched it jauntily atop her gray hair. \"You\n see, my dear, Haron expects too much. He expects entirely too much.\"", "Matilda assured her that it was, and, breathlessly, she wrote down the\n address. She thanked the librarian and then she went out to her car,", "She would not admit even to herself that she was disappointed with\n Haron Gorka. It was not that he was homely and unimpressive; it was", "As she drove back to town, the disappointment melted slowly away. There\n were, of course, two alternatives. Either Haron Gorka was an eccentric", "\"Miss,\" he replied, \"I assure you it will not matter in the least to\n Haron Gorka. You are here and he is ready to see you and that is all\n that matters.\"", "\"I'm not supposed to do this, you know. We're not permitted to give the\n addresses of any of our people. Against regulations, my dear.\"\n\n\n \"What about the other five women?\"", "Haron Gorka. Well, then, she must see to it that she impressed him\n better than did all the rest, and, later, when she returned to tell the", "\"Yes,\" said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if\n Haron Gorka were to talk to her as he saw fit.\n\n\n \"Ready?\"", "\"So,\" she finished, \"Haron Gorka is either extremely eccentric or\n insane. I'm sorry.\"", "that Haron Gorka was mouthing gibberish. But on the other hand she\nwanted\nto believe in him and the result was that it took until now\n for her to realize it.", "The feeling did not last long. Standing over her was Haron Gorka's\n servant, and he said, \"Mr. Gorka will see you now.\"", "remembered what she had promised the librarian. In her own way, the\n aging woman would be as disappointed as Matilda, but a promise was a\n promise, and Matilda turned the car in a wide U-turn and parked it", "only one with the idea to visit Haron Gorka in person. With half a\n dozen of them there, the laggards who resorted to posting letters would" ], [ "\"So,\" she finished, \"Haron Gorka is either extremely eccentric or\n insane. I'm sorry.\"", "He said, \"Greetings. You have come—\"\n\n\n \"In response to your ad. How do you do, Mr. Gorka?\"", "The feeling did not last long. Standing over her was Haron Gorka's\n servant, and he said, \"Mr. Gorka will see you now.\"", "The librarian seemed about to soar off into the air someplace, and if\n five women had been here first, Matilda was now definitely in a hurry.\n\n\n \"Um, where can I find Mr. Gorka?\"", "own library with him. This being the case, a third-rate collection\n of books was far better than no collection at all, and perhaps the\n librarian would know Mr. Haron Gorka.", "Matilda jumped as if she had been struck strategically from the rear.\n \"You know him? You know Haron Gorka?\"", "The librarian nodded, a happy smile on her lips. \"You wouldn't believe\n me if I told you something.\"\n\n\n \"What's that?\"\n\n\n \"I am Mrs. Gorka.\"", "his dwelling. That was it, of course: the conspicuous show of wealth or\n personal industry meant nothing at all to Haron Gorka. Matilda liked\n him all the more for it.", "As she drove back to town, the disappointment melted slowly away. There\n were, of course, two alternatives. Either Haron Gorka was an eccentric", "The name—Haron Gorka: its oddness was somehow beautiful to Matilda.\n Haron Gorka—the nationality could be anything. And that was it. He had", "\"That's easy. You're the sixth young woman who came here inquiring\n about that man today. Six of you—five others in the morning, and now\n you in the afternoon. I never did trust this Mr. Gorka....\"", "She would not admit even to herself that she was disappointed with\n Haron Gorka. It was not that he was homely and unimpressive; it was", "\"What's that? Making fun of you?\" Haron Gorka's voice had been so\n eager as he spoke, high-pitched, almost like a child's, and now he", "to ruin. This surprised Matilda, but she did not let it keep her\n spirits in check. Haron Gorka, the man, was what counted, and the", "\"Uh—ready.\"\n\n\n \"Well?\"\n\n\n \"Well, what, Mr. Gorka?\"\n\n\n \"What would you like me to talk about?\"", "she had a nightmare in which Haron Gorka appeared as a giant with two\n heads, but, upon awaking with a start, she immediately ascribed that to\n her overwrought nerves.", "\"You want any food or drink,\" the servant told her, \"and you just press\n that button. The results will surprise you.\"\n\n\n \"What about Mr. Gorka?\"", "The stereotype pushed up his glasses and looked at her squarely. \"Now\n take it easy, ma'am. First place, I don't know any Haron Gorka—\"", "\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\n \"I mean anyone would like to correspond with Haron Gorka. Or to know\n him well. To be considered his friend. Haron Gorka....\"", "\"Miss,\" he replied, \"I assure you it will not matter in the least to\n Haron Gorka. You are here and he is ready to see you and that is all\n that matters.\"" ], [ "Matilda did, only they didn't know any Haron Gorka, either. It turned\n out that no one did: Matilda tried the general store, the fire", "Matilda cleared her throat. \"Pardon me,\" she began. \"I'm looking for—\"\n\n\n \"Haron Gorka.\" The librarian nodded.\n\n\n \"How on earth did you know?\"", "Matilda paused. Off in the distance there was a glow on the horizon,\n and that was the direction of Haron Gorka's place.", "\"Hello,\" said Matilda.\n\n\n The stereotype grunted and peered at her over his glasses. Matilda\n asked him where she could find Haron Gorka.\n\n\n \"What?\"", "his dwelling. That was it, of course: the conspicuous show of wealth or\n personal industry meant nothing at all to Haron Gorka. Matilda liked\n him all the more for it.", "Matilda jumped as if she had been struck strategically from the rear.\n \"You know him? You know Haron Gorka?\"", "The name—Haron Gorka: its oddness was somehow beautiful to Matilda.\n Haron Gorka—the nationality could be anything. And that was it. He had", "to ruin. This surprised Matilda, but she did not let it keep her\n spirits in check. Haron Gorka, the man, was what counted, and the", "\"Yes,\" said Matilda vaguely. Perhaps it might be better, after all, if\n Haron Gorka were to talk to her as he saw fit.\n\n\n \"Ready?\"", "Matilda could do nothing but leave the room, walk back through the\n house, go outside and get into her car. She noticed not without\n surprise that the other five cars were now gone. She was the last of\n Haron Gorka's guests to depart.", "Matilda didn't understand. She didn't understand at all, but she told\n the little librarian what the message was. \"He wanted her to return,\"\n she said.", "Matilda felt bad, but she had no intention of returning home this\n early. If she could not find Haron Gorka, that was one thing; but she", "Matilda did not say a word. One madman a day would be quite enough for\n anybody, but here she found herself confronted with two.", "\"I don't know what they told you,\" Matilda said. \"But this is what\n happened to me.\"", "The fact that in all probability such a man did not exist disturbed\n Matilda not in the least. She had been known to say that there are over", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "\"Miss,\" he replied, \"I assure you it will not matter in the least to\n Haron Gorka. You are here and he is ready to see you and that is all\n that matters.\"", "\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\n \"I mean anyone would like to correspond with Haron Gorka. Or to know\n him well. To be considered his friend. Haron Gorka....\"", "Haron Gorka would be an avid reader, and unless he had a permanent\n residence here in Cedar Palls, one couldn't expect that he'd have his", "\"I—do.\" Matilda had had visions of her prince charming sitting back\n and relaxing with her, telling her of the many things he had done and" ] ]

[ "What wouldn't Mr. Graham likely wish for at the beginning of the story?", "Which doesn't describe how Molly feels towards her husband?", "Which word best describes Nat?", "Which word least describes McGill?", "Which didn't distract Mr. Graham from getting dinner the first time?", "What didn't happen with the telephone?", "Which good thing didn't come because of Mr. Graham's strange luck?", "Who seemed to get the least annoyed at the restaurant?" ]

[ [ "better weather", "kinder neighbors", "his wife to come home", "a better job" ], [ "wishes he was less clumsy", "loves him dearly", "worries about him when she's gone", "likes taking care of him" ], [ "dishonest", "respectable", "enthusiastic", "partier" ], [ "lucky", "intelligent", "reliable", "logical" ], [ "his wife coming home early", "his telephone was broken", "watching two men fight on the sidewalk", "another encounter with the police officer" ], [ "it worked whenever Mr. Graham tried to use it", "it repeatedly called Molly's mother", "someone needed to come to fix it", "Mr. Graham dropped it" ], [ "Nat got a lead on an exciting new story", "Mr. Graham found inspiration for his book", "his wife came home", "Mr. Graham's neighbor won his poker game" ], [ "the man who ordered cold cuts", "the lady in the evening gown", "the waiter", "the bartender" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Trouble does seem to follow you, Mr. Graham,\" was all he said.", "excuses and threats.\nDanny appeared at that moment. His face was dripping. \"You all right,\n Mr. Graham?\" he asked. \"I don't know what's going on around here, but", "He said, \"Hello, Mr. Graham. I guess you must have just have missed it\n at your office building.\" I looked blank and he explained, \"We just", "\"If you want your umbrella, Mrs. Graham,\" Danny said, \"it's at the\n station house. What there's left of it, that is.\"", "you see that that is far more likely than....\" He stopped and shook\n his head. Then he brightened. \"I have an idea. Maybe we can have a\n demonstration.\"", "When he was gone, I noticed it was getting dark and turned on the desk\n lamp. Then I saw the curtains. They were all tied in knots, except\n one. That was tied in three knots.", "McGill grinned. \"Don't be superstitious. And especially don't be\n anthropomorphic.\"\n\n\n \"Well, if it's the opposite of random, it's got to be a form of life.\"", "\"Not in the least,\" I said. \"Come on over here. I've got something for\n you to work on.\"\n\n\n \"Well, as a matter of fact, I was calling up to ask you and Molly—\"", "top of the cold-meat display, the bottom gave and they fell onto the\n tile floor. None of them broke, although the fall must have been from\n at least five feet. Nat was too wound up in his thoughts to notice and", "\"Molly's away for the week. Can you get over here quick? It's urgent.\"\n\n\n \"At once,\" he said, and hung up.", "\"I guess you dropped it on the floor, mister,\" he said with strong\n disapproval.\n\n\n \"Certainly not,\" I said. \"Is it broken?\"", "about, and picked up the pencil. I turned back to my novel and drank\n some of the highball in hopes of inspiration and surcease from the", "\"Right,\" said the driver, and I heard the starter grind, and then go\n on grinding. After some futile efforts, he turned to me. \"Sorry, Mac.\n You'll have to find another cab. Good hunting.\"", "This was absolutely not my day.\n\"Well,\" McGill said, \"nothing you've told me is impossible or", "He started to sweat again, so I got up to fix him another drink. There\n was one quart of club soda left, but when I tried to open it, the top\n broke and glass chips got into the bottle.", "His voice trailed away. He and the others stared at the scattered cards\n on the floor. About half were face down, as might be expected, and the", "\"Hey! What's the idea?\" snarled the sour-looking man.\n\n\n \"I'm terribly sorry,\" I said. \"It was an accident. I—\"", "While I waited, I thought I might try getting down a few paragraphs of\n my novel—perhaps something would come now. It did, but as I came to a", "evening gown, and a dried-up sour-looking man in a tux. When the waiter\n returned, they preempted him and began ordering dinner fussily: cold", "feel\nall right, darling?\" she asked me. I nodded brightly. \"You'll\n think this silly of me,\" she went on to McGill, \"but why isn't it" ], [ "\"Not in the least,\" I said. \"Come on over here. I've got something for\n you to work on.\"\n\n\n \"Well, as a matter of fact, I was calling up to ask you and Molly—\"", "other two glared at her. She turned her head away and tried to let go,\n but the handle was caught in her glove. She looked up and I saw it was\n Molly. My nurse-wife.", "\"Oh, Alec!\" she said, and managed to detach herself. \"Are you all\n right?\" Was\nI\nall right!\n\n\n \"Molly! What are you doing here?\"", "\"Molly's away for the week. Can you get over here quick? It's urgent.\"\n\n\n \"At once,\" he said, and hung up.", "feel\nall right, darling?\" she asked me. I nodded brightly. \"You'll\n think this silly of me,\" she went on to McGill, \"but why isn't it", "more.\nMcGill went over and they discussed the problem in undertones. Finally\n the man left and Molly called her mother to reassure her. McGill tried", "Molly was through telephoning and suggested going out for dinner. I was\n so pleased to see her that I'd forgotten all about being hungry.", "\"Not quite. It has a center. Alec is the center.\"\nMolly looked at me with a curious expression for a moment. \"Do you\nfeel", "\"But so far as I can see,\" Molly answered, \"it's mere probability, and\n without any over-all pattern.\"", "\"But for Pete's sake, Molly says the calls were going on for a long\n time! I phoned you only a short time ago and it must have taken her\n nearly two hours to get here from Oyster Bay.\"", "Damn the heat, damn the pencil, damn Madison Avenue and advertising.\n My drink was gone and I went back to the kitchen and read Molly's", "down, but the effect is similar. I let myself into the apartment, which\n had an absentee-wife look, and took a cold shower. The present downtown", "wife Molly were here to tell me why the whole place looked so woebegone.", "\"Sounds like the pearl in an oyster,\" Molly said, and gave me an\n impertinent look.", "the air-conditioner over the door, and as I started to say so, I made\n a gesture toward it. My hand collided with Molly's when she tapped her", "Molly lit a cigarette and said, \"I suppose this is all part of it,\n Alec. Incidentally, it seems to be getting warmer in here.\"", "While I waited, I thought I might try getting down a few paragraphs of\n my novel—perhaps something would come now. It did, but as I came to a", "Molly thanked him and there was a short pause, during which I felt\n the speculative regard of the lieutenant. I pulled out a packet of", "notes again to see if they would be like a letter from her. I noticed\n one that I had missed, pinned to the door of the dumbwaiter: \"Garbage", "He started to sweat again, so I got up to fix him another drink. There\n was one quart of club soda left, but when I tried to open it, the top\n broke and glass chips got into the bottle." ], [ "supernatural. Just very, very improbable. In fact, the odds against\n that poker game alone would lead me to suspect Nat, well as I know him.\n It's all those other things....\"", "It was out of order.\nUpstairs, the wind was blowing into the apartment and I closed the\n windows, mainly to shut out the tumult and the shouting. Nat had\n brightened up considerably.", "top of the cold-meat display, the bottom gave and they fell onto the\n tile floor. None of them broke, although the fall must have been from\n at least five feet. Nat was too wound up in his thoughts to notice and", "The tone of the argument was beginning to get ugly, and I opened the\n door to offer Nat help if he needed it. There were four men confronting", "On the sidewalk, a man walking in front of Nat stooped suddenly to tie\n his shoe and Nat, to avoid bumping him, stepped off the curb and a taxi", "swerved to avoid Nat. The street was still wet and the taxi skidded,\n its rear end lightly flipping the front of one of those small foreign\n cars, which was going rather fast. It turned sideways and, without any", "In the lobby, we ran into Nat, looking smug in a journalistic way.", "of my neighbor, Nat, a very quiet guy who works on a newspaper and has\n never, to my knowledge, given wild parties, particularly in the late\n afternoon.", "\"Not quite. It has a center. Alec is the center.\"\nMolly looked at me with a curious expression for a moment. \"Do you\nfeel", "\"Not in the least,\" I said. \"Come on over here. I've got something for\n you to work on.\"\n\n\n \"Well, as a matter of fact, I was calling up to ask you and Molly—\"", "His voice trailed away. He and the others stared at the scattered cards\n on the floor. About half were face down, as might be expected, and the", "The fat lady surged from the banquette and slapped me meatily. The man\n licked his thumb and danced as boxers are popularly supposed to do. The", "When he was gone, I noticed it was getting dark and turned on the desk\n lamp. Then I saw the curtains. They were all tied in knots, except\n one. That was tied in three knots.", "\"Molly's away for the week. Can you get over here quick? It's urgent.\"\n\n\n \"At once,\" he said, and hung up.", "\"Never seen anything to equal it,\" he said. \"Wouldn't have believed\n it. Those guys\ndidn't", "other two glared at her. She turned her head away and tried to let go,\n but the handle was caught in her glove. She looked up and I saw it was\n Molly. My nurse-wife.", "uptown and lives near us. He is highly imaginative, but we believe he\n knows everything.", "the other pass, the other would move to the same side. They both had\n embarrassed grins on their faces, but before long their grins were\n replaced by looks of suspicion and then determination.", "While I waited, I thought I might try getting down a few paragraphs of\n my novel—perhaps something would come now. It did, but as I came to a", "He shook his head. \"No. All I mean is that improbable things usually\n have improbable explanations. When I see a natural law being broken," ], [ "\"Well,\" McGill said, \"I'm trying to think of anything else it might be.\n I'm not doing so well,\" he confessed.", "This was absolutely not my day.\n\"Well,\" McGill said, \"nothing you've told me is impossible or", "I looked at McGill. His eyes were narrowed. Without a word, he took a\n handful of coins from his own pocket and threw them.", "more.\nMcGill went over and they discussed the problem in undertones. Finally\n the man left and Molly called her mother to reassure her. McGill tried", "some mystical, Hibernian way. Hello, McGill, what's with you?\"", "feel\nall right, darling?\" she asked me. I nodded brightly. \"You'll\n think this silly of me,\" she went on to McGill, \"but why isn't it", "McGill grinned. \"Don't be superstitious. And especially don't be\n anthropomorphic.\"\n\n\n \"Well, if it's the opposite of random, it's got to be a form of life.\"", "\"I'm in no mood to cook,\" she said. \"Let's get away from all this.\"\n\n\n McGill raised an eyebrow. \"If all this, as you call it, will let us.\"", "When we got upstairs, I turned to McGill. \"Explain to Molly,\" I said.\n \"And incidentally to me. I'm not properly briefed yet.\"", "come for me to get expert advice, so I went to the phone to call\n McGill. McGill is an assistant professor of mathematics at a university", "\"Only an analogy,\" said McGill. \"A crystal resembles life in that it\n has a definite shape and exhibits growth, but that's all. I'll agree", "\"Not in the least,\" I said. \"Come on over here. I've got something for\n you to work on.\"\n\n\n \"Well, as a matter of fact, I was calling up to ask you and Molly—\"", "When I picked up the receiver, the line sounded dead and I thought,\nmore\ntrouble. Then I heard a man cough and I said hello. McGill's", "I put my arm around her and glanced at McGill. He had an inward look.\n Then I caught Danny's eye. It had a thoughtful, almost suspicious cast\n to it.", "point where I was about to put down the word \"agurgling,\" I decided it\n was too reminiscent of Gilbert and Sullivan, and stopped at the letter", "\"Never seen anything to equal it,\" he said. \"Wouldn't have believed\n it. Those guys\ndidn't", "you see that that is far more likely than....\" He stopped and shook\n his head. Then he brightened. \"I have an idea. Maybe we can have a\n demonstration.\"", "His voice trailed away. He and the others stared at the scattered cards\n on the floor. About half were face down, as might be expected, and the", "\"Great Scott,\" he said, and sat down. \"I suppose you know that\n there are two great apparently opposite principles governing the", "\"Molly's away for the week. Can you get over here quick? It's urgent.\"\n\n\n \"At once,\" he said, and hung up." ], [ "excuses and threats.\nDanny appeared at that moment. His face was dripping. \"You all right,\n Mr. Graham?\" he asked. \"I don't know what's going on around here, but", "He said, \"Hello, Mr. Graham. I guess you must have just have missed it\n at your office building.\" I looked blank and he explained, \"We just", "\"Trouble does seem to follow you, Mr. Graham,\" was all he said.", "\"Not in the least,\" I said. \"Come on over here. I've got something for\n you to work on.\"\n\n\n \"Well, as a matter of fact, I was calling up to ask you and Molly—\"", "top of the cold-meat display, the bottom gave and they fell onto the\n tile floor. None of them broke, although the fall must have been from\n at least five feet. Nat was too wound up in his thoughts to notice and", "Molly was through telephoning and suggested going out for dinner. I was\n so pleased to see her that I'd forgotten all about being hungry.", "It was out of order.\nUpstairs, the wind was blowing into the apartment and I closed the\n windows, mainly to shut out the tumult and the shouting. Nat had\n brightened up considerably.", "When he was gone, I noticed it was getting dark and turned on the desk\n lamp. Then I saw the curtains. They were all tied in knots, except\n one. That was tied in three knots.", "evening gown, and a dried-up sour-looking man in a tux. When the waiter\n returned, they preempted him and began ordering dinner fussily: cold", "There was a faint bang and the thing disintegrated. It knocked him on\n his back, but he got right up and I realized he was not hurt. At the", "\"I'm in no mood to cook,\" she said. \"Let's get away from all this.\"\n\n\n McGill raised an eyebrow. \"If all this, as you call it, will let us.\"", "The doorbell rang. We were not surprised to find it was the telephone\n repairman. He took the set apart and clucked like a hen.", "That is to say he tilted the shaker over the first one, but nothing\n came out. He bumped it against the side of the bar and tried again.", "more.\nMcGill went over and they discussed the problem in undertones. Finally\n the man left and Molly called her mother to reassure her. McGill tried", "\"I really didn't mean to,\" I began again, getting up. There must have\n been a hole in the edge of their tablecloth which one of my cuff", "notes again to see if they would be like a letter from her. I noticed\n one that I had missed, pinned to the door of the dumbwaiter: \"Garbage", "crowded around in front of him, offering advice. Our waiter came back,\n baffled, saying he'd have the drinks in a moment, and went to the", "He got up and walked over to the window and looked at the hot twilight\n while I waited. Then he turned around; he had a look of concern.", "\"I guess you dropped it on the floor, mister,\" he said with strong\n disapproval.\n\n\n \"Certainly not,\" I said. \"Is it broken?\"", "and it came from our phone here. I kept calling up, but I only got a\n busy signal. Oh, dear, are you\nsure\nyou're all right?\"" ], [ "and it came from our phone here. I kept calling up, but I only got a\n busy signal. Oh, dear, are you\nsure\nyou're all right?\"", "The doorbell rang. We were not surprised to find it was the telephone\n repairman. He took the set apart and clucked like a hen.", "\"The Oyster Bay operator said someone kept dialing and dialing Mother's\n number and there wasn't anyone on the line, so then she had it traced", "When I picked up the receiver, the line sounded dead and I thought,\nmore\ntrouble. Then I heard a man cough and I said hello. McGill's", "\"Not in the least,\" I said. \"Come on over here. I've got something for\n you to work on.\"\n\n\n \"Well, as a matter of fact, I was calling up to ask you and Molly—\"", "voice said, \"Alec? You must have picked up the receiver just as we were\n connected. That's a damn funny coincidence.\"", "here and now. The dates were already there, and to change them would\n require retroactive action, reversing time. That's out, in my book.\n That telephone now—\"", "\"But for Pete's sake, Molly says the calls were going on for a long\n time! I phoned you only a short time ago and it must have taken her\n nearly two hours to get here from Oyster Bay.\"", "Molly was through telephoning and suggested going out for dinner. I was\n so pleased to see her that I'd forgotten all about being hungry.", "It was out of order.\nUpstairs, the wind was blowing into the apartment and I closed the\n windows, mainly to shut out the tumult and the shouting. Nat had\n brightened up considerably.", "more.\nMcGill went over and they discussed the problem in undertones. Finally\n the man left and Molly called her mother to reassure her. McGill tried", "He said, \"Hello, Mr. Graham. I guess you must have just have missed it\n at your office building.\" I looked blank and he explained, \"We just", "\"You must have joggled something loose. And then you replaced the\n receiver in such a way that the contact wasn't quite open.\"", "He shook his head. \"In that case, no. Discounting the fact that you\n could have prearranged it, if my dim provisional theory is right, that", "to explain to me what had happened with the phone.", "Danny was furious—more so when he tried to put through a call to his\n station house from the box opposite.", "When he was gone, I noticed it was getting dark and turned on the desk\n lamp. Then I saw the curtains. They were all tied in knots, except\n one. That was tied in three knots.", "\"Molly's away for the week. Can you get over here quick? It's urgent.\"\n\n\n \"At once,\" he said, and hung up.", "There was a faint bang and the thing disintegrated. It knocked him on\n his back, but he got right up and I realized he was not hurt. At the", "Still nothing. Then he took off the top and pried into it with his\n pick, his face pink with exasperation." ], [ "\"Trouble does seem to follow you, Mr. Graham,\" was all he said.", "He said, \"Hello, Mr. Graham. I guess you must have just have missed it\n at your office building.\" I looked blank and he explained, \"We just", "excuses and threats.\nDanny appeared at that moment. His face was dripping. \"You all right,\n Mr. Graham?\" he asked. \"I don't know what's going on around here, but", "you see that that is far more likely than....\" He stopped and shook\n his head. Then he brightened. \"I have an idea. Maybe we can have a\n demonstration.\"", "\"Not in the least,\" I said. \"Come on over here. I've got something for\n you to work on.\"\n\n\n \"Well, as a matter of fact, I was calling up to ask you and Molly—\"", "When he was gone, I noticed it was getting dark and turned on the desk\n lamp. Then I saw the curtains. They were all tied in knots, except\n one. That was tied in three knots.", "\"If you want your umbrella, Mrs. Graham,\" Danny said, \"it's at the\n station house. What there's left of it, that is.\"", "This was absolutely not my day.\n\"Well,\" McGill said, \"nothing you've told me is impossible or", "He shook his head. \"No. All I mean is that improbable things usually\n have improbable explanations. When I see a natural law being broken,", "top of the cold-meat display, the bottom gave and they fell onto the\n tile floor. None of them broke, although the fall must have been from\n at least five feet. Nat was too wound up in his thoughts to notice and", "\"Never seen anything to equal it,\" he said. \"Wouldn't have believed\n it. Those guys\ndidn't", "\"I guess you dropped it on the floor, mister,\" he said with strong\n disapproval.\n\n\n \"Certainly not,\" I said. \"Is it broken?\"", "He shook his head. \"In that case, no. Discounting the fact that you\n could have prearranged it, if my dim provisional theory is right, that", "McGill grinned. \"Don't be superstitious. And especially don't be\n anthropomorphic.\"\n\n\n \"Well, if it's the opposite of random, it's got to be a form of life.\"", "His voice trailed away. He and the others stared at the scattered cards\n on the floor. About half were face down, as might be expected, and the", "ever since I came on this afternoon, things are going crazy. Bartley!\"\n he shouted—he could succeed as a hog-caller. \"Bring those dames over\n here!\"", "He started to sweat again, so I got up to fix him another drink. There\n was one quart of club soda left, but when I tried to open it, the top\n broke and glass chips got into the bottle.", "While I waited, I thought I might try getting down a few paragraphs of\n my novel—perhaps something would come now. It did, but as I came to a", "It was out of order.\nUpstairs, the wind was blowing into the apartment and I closed the\n windows, mainly to shut out the tumult and the shouting. Nat had\n brightened up considerably.", "\"Well,\" McGill said, \"I'm trying to think of anything else it might be.\n I'm not doing so well,\" he confessed." ], [ "When we got to the restaurant, it was crowded but cool—although it\n didn't stay cool for long. We sat down at a side table near the door", "owner of the place, a man with thick black eyebrows, hustled toward us\n with a determined manner. I tried to explain what had happened, but I\n was outshouted, and the owner frowned darkly.", "evening gown, and a dried-up sour-looking man in a tux. When the waiter\n returned, they preempted him and began ordering dinner fussily: cold", "The waiter was concerned and apologetic, and took the drinks back to\n the bar across the room. The bartender looked over at us and tasted", "It was out of order.\nUpstairs, the wind was blowing into the apartment and I closed the\n windows, mainly to shut out the tumult and the shouting. Nat had\n brightened up considerably.", "crowded around in front of him, offering advice. Our waiter came back,\n baffled, saying he'd have the drinks in a moment, and went to the", "usually very well behaved, I was astonished to hear what sounded like\n an incipient free-for-all, and among the angry voices I recognized that", "The tone of the argument was beginning to get ugly, and I opened the\n door to offer Nat help if he needed it. There were four men confronting", "\"I'm in no mood to cook,\" she said. \"Let's get away from all this.\"\n\n\n McGill raised an eyebrow. \"If all this, as you call it, will let us.\"", "Since we decided on an air-conditioned restaurant nearby on Sixth\n Avenue, we walked. The jam of cars didn't seem to be any less than", "him, evidently torn between the desire to make an angry exit and the\n impulse to stay and beat him up. His face was furiously red and he\n looked stunned.", "\"Not in the least,\" I said. \"Come on over here. I've got something for\n you to work on.\"\n\n\n \"Well, as a matter of fact, I was calling up to ask you and Molly—\"", "I looked at McGill. His eyes were narrowed. Without a word, he took a\n handful of coins from his own pocket and threw them.", "\"All right, smart guy!\" they shouted in unison, and barged ahead,\n only to collide. They backed off and threw simultaneous punches", "There was a faint bang and the thing disintegrated. It knocked him on\n his back, but he got right up and I realized he was not hurt. At the", "The third, a younger one with her back turned to us, her umbrella also\n caught in the tangle, pulled at it in a tentative way, at which the", "Several other loud voices started at the same time.\n\n\n \"Nobody gets five straight-flushes in a row!\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, and only when you were dealer!\"", "\"He's got a theory,\" said Molly. \"Come and eat with us and he'll tell\n you all about it.\"", "Molly was through telephoning and suggested going out for dinner. I was\n so pleased to see her that I'd forgotten all about being hungry.", "His voice trailed away. He and the others stared at the scattered cards\n on the floor. About half were face down, as might be expected, and the" ] ]

[ "Why was Humphrey being pick-pocketed so much?", "Why was Humphrey being observed?", "What is the relationship between Lanfierre and MacBride?", "Why did Humphrey decorate with a moon, neon roses, and music?", "What wouldn't be something Humphrey would want from his life?", "Which doesn't describe Mrs. Deshazaway?", "Who would want to fix the mistake made in the story?", "What is unlikely to happen next?", "What lesson couldn't be gleaned from this story?" ]

[ [ "to plant information necessary to arrest him", "it's a typical behavior in this city", "people typically pick-pocket him because he's distracted", "for Lanfierre to get to know Humphrey's personality better" ], [ "he didn't act like he was expected to", "to make sure he wasn't a danger to society", "he was to be observed before he was allowed to be married", "he was suspected of committing crimes" ], [ "Lanfierre is training in MacBride", "MacBride is Lanfierre's superior", "they are partners working on the case", "Lanfierre is the aberration expert, and MacBride is a cop" ], [ "to give Mrs. Deshazaway something that looked like her past", "to seduce Mrs. Deshazaway", "he was trying to decorate his home uniquely", "these were items he had read about from the past" ], [ "to experience real weather", "a family", "a promotion from his job", "to escape the dome" ], [ "she cares about Humphrey", "she was enthusiastic and passionate", "she cares about what her neighbors think", "she doesn't believe in love" ], [ "MacBride wouldn't go into the house with Lanfierre", "Humphrey would not create the wind maker in his house", "Lanfierre would listen to MacBride in Humphrey's house", "Agnes wouldn't give Humphrey a condition for marriage" ], [ "Agnes and Humphrey will leave the dome", "the government will rethink some of the dome's policies", "Humphrey's house will fall apart", "the dome will be repaired" ], [ "no matter how much you strive for perfection, there will always be something preventing it", "work on your dreams until they become a reality", "history tends to repeat itself", "love can accomplish many things" ] ]

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[ [ "It should have been difficult. Under the circumstances it was a\n masterpiece of pocket picking. What made it possible was Humphrey", "handkerchief pocket. It all went off very smoothly, like a game of put\n and take—the sole difference being that Humphrey Fownes had no idea he\n was playing.", "His pockets were picked eleven times.", "He should surely have become suspicious when two men engaged in a\n heated argument came along. In the ensuing contretemps they emptied his\n rear pants pockets, got his wristwatch and restored the contents of the", "occasional light showers—but of what?\nThe pockets of Mr. Humphrey Fownes were being picked outrageously.", "When Humphrey Fownes stepped out of the widow's house, there was a\n look of such intense abstraction on his features that Lanfierre felt a", "\"I'd say,\" Humphrey Fownes said, \"that he ... that he recommended it\n to her, that one day they met in the street and he told her about", "Standing in the doorway with his wet hair plastered down on his\n dripping scalp, the wind roaring about him, the piano rumbling in the\n distance like thunder, Humphrey Fownes suddenly saw it all very clearly.", "glanced around at the group almost complacently, and waited as Humphrey\n Fownes squeezed into an empty chair. \"We live in a dome,\" the leader", "Sitting behind the wheel of the orange car, he watched Humphrey Fownes\n approach with a distinct feeling of admiration, although it was an", "Humphrey Fownes' preoccupation finally came to an end when he was one\n block away from his house. It was then that he realized something", "happened along with something in her eye. They collided. She got his\n right and left jacket pockets. It was much too much for coincidence.\n The sidewalk was wide enough to allow four people to pass at one time.", "Humphrey Fownes strode through the puffs of falling glass still\n intrigued by a temperature that was always 59 degrees, by a humidity", "The lieutenant had picked up the dossier. He thumbed through the pages\n now in amazement. \"Where do you get a guy like this?\" he asked. \"Did\n you see what he carries in his pockets?\"", "Dialectically out in left field, Humphrey Fownes waited for a lull\n in the ensuing discussion and then politely inquired how it might be\n arranged for him to get out.", "Fownes was a masterpiece of queerness. He was utterly inexplicable.\n Lanfierre was almost proud of Humphrey Fownes.\n\n\n \"Sometimes his house\nshakes\n,\" Lanfierre said.", "He usually sighed when making the decision to raid a dwelling. It\n expressed his weariness and distaste for people who went off and got\n neurotic when they could be enjoying a happy, normal existence. There\n was something implacable about his sighs.", "his fingerprints off the postman's bag, and which photographed, X-rayed\n and chemically analyzed the contents of his pockets before returning\n them. Two blocks away from his home a careless housewife spilled a", "The leader sighed. \"The gentleman wants to know if he's left anything\n out,\" he said to the group.\n\n\n Fownes looked around at them, at some dozen pained expressions.", "black cloud began to accelerate, whirling about like some malevolent\n top....\nHumphrey Fownes took out the dust jacket he'd found in the library. He" ], [ "It should have been difficult. Under the circumstances it was a\n masterpiece of pocket picking. What made it possible was Humphrey", "glanced around at the group almost complacently, and waited as Humphrey\n Fownes squeezed into an empty chair. \"We live in a dome,\" the leader", "Sitting behind the wheel of the orange car, he watched Humphrey Fownes\n approach with a distinct feeling of admiration, although it was an", "When Humphrey Fownes stepped out of the widow's house, there was a\n look of such intense abstraction on his features that Lanfierre felt a", "Standing in the doorway with his wet hair plastered down on his\n dripping scalp, the wind roaring about him, the piano rumbling in the\n distance like thunder, Humphrey Fownes suddenly saw it all very clearly.", "Humphrey Fownes' preoccupation finally came to an end when he was one\n block away from his house. It was then that he realized something", "\"I'd say,\" Humphrey Fownes said, \"that he ... that he recommended it\n to her, that one day they met in the street and he told her about", "Dialectically out in left field, Humphrey Fownes waited for a lull\n in the ensuing discussion and then politely inquired how it might be\n arranged for him to get out.", "Humphrey Fownes strode through the puffs of falling glass still\n intrigued by a temperature that was always 59 degrees, by a humidity", "Fownes was a masterpiece of queerness. He was utterly inexplicable.\n Lanfierre was almost proud of Humphrey Fownes.\n\n\n \"Sometimes his house\nshakes\n,\" Lanfierre said.", "He went downstairs to watch out the living room window. This was\n important; the window had a really fixed attitude about air currents.", "\"Should be very interesting,\" MacBride said slowly.\n\n\n \"I can't wait to see what he's got in there,\" Lanfierre murmured,\n watching the house with a consuming interest.", "By the time Fownes reached his front door an entire dossier complete\n with photographs had been prepared and was being read by two men in an\n orange patrol car parked down the street.\nLanfierre had undoubtedly been affected by his job.", "\"He'll be coming out soon,\" Lanfierre said. \"He eats supper next door\n with a widow. Then he goes to the library. Always the same. Supper at\n the widow's next door and then the library.\"", "Fownes stopped on the porch to brush the plaster of paris off his\n shoes. He hadn't seen the patrol car and this intense preoccupation\n of his was also responsible for the dancing house—he simply hadn't", "He usually sighed when making the decision to raid a dwelling. It\n expressed his weariness and distaste for people who went off and got\n neurotic when they could be enjoying a happy, normal existence. There\n was something implacable about his sighs.", "handkerchief pocket. It all went off very smoothly, like a game of put\n and take—the sole difference being that Humphrey Fownes had no idea he\n was playing.", "to government publications and censored old books with holes in\n them. It was used so infrequently that the Movement was able to meet\n there undisturbed. The librarian was a yellowed, dog-eared woman of", "\"Tell the man what he's forgotten,\" the leader said, walking to the far\n window and turning his back quite pointedly on them.", "MacBride returned the notebook to the breast pocket of his orange\n uniform. \"Go on,\" he said, amused. \"It sounds interesting.\" He tossed\n the dossier carelessly on the back seat." ], [ "MacBride's eyebrows went up a fraction of an inch. \"The library?\" he\n said. \"Is he in with that bunch?\"\n\n\n Lanfierre nodded.", "MacBride looked at Lanfierre and Lanfierre looked at MacBride and then\n they both looked back at the dancing house.", "Lanfierre sat stiffly behind the wheel, affronted. The cynical MacBride\n couldn't really appreciate fine aberrations. In some ways MacBride", "\"Should be very interesting,\" MacBride said slowly.\n\n\n \"I can't wait to see what he's got in there,\" Lanfierre murmured,\n watching the house with a consuming interest.", "absurd, irrational little chat that titillated him for weeks. It was\n only with the greatest reluctance that he finally mentioned Fownes\n to MacBride. After years of searching for differences Lanfierre had", "MacBride's eyes and mouth were great zeros.\n\n\n \"Is there something I can turn?\" Lanfierre asked.\n\n\n Huge chunks of glass began to fall around them.", "When he heard this Fownes plunged into the house and fought his way\n up the stairs. He found Lanfierre standing outside the bedroom with a", "Lanfierre and Lieutenant MacBride leaned against their car and waited,\n dazed.\n\n\n There was quite a large fall of glass.", "The street was deserted and quiet, not a movement, not a sound.\n MacBride and Lanfierre both leaned forward, as if waiting for the\n ghostly babble of voices to commence.\n\n\n The house began to shake.", "was a barbarian. Lanfierre had held out on Fownes for months. He\n had even contrived to engage him in conversation once, a pleasantly", "Recruiting Lieutenant MacBride from behind his sofa, the men carefully\n edged out of the house and forced the front door shut.", "primes\n.\" MacBride frowned and added it to the dossier.\n Lanfierre sighed.)", "MacBride returned the notebook to the breast pocket of his orange\n uniform. \"Go on,\" he said, amused. \"It sounds interesting.\" He tossed\n the dossier carelessly on the back seat.", "By the time Fownes reached his front door an entire dossier complete\n with photographs had been prepared and was being read by two men in an\n orange patrol car parked down the street.\nLanfierre had undoubtedly been affected by his job.", "Fownes was a masterpiece of queerness. He was utterly inexplicable.\n Lanfierre was almost proud of Humphrey Fownes.\n\n\n \"Sometimes his house\nshakes\n,\" Lanfierre said.", "\"He'll be coming out soon,\" Lanfierre said. \"He eats supper next door\n with a widow. Then he goes to the library. Always the same. Supper at\n the widow's next door and then the library.\"", "\"Sure, he was\ndifferent\n,\" Lanfierre murmured. \"I knew that much.\"", "Lanfierre's job was to ferret out aberration. It couldn't be tolerated\n within the confines of a dome. Conformity had become more than a social", "The winds roared for a moment and then MacBride's lost voice emerged\n from the blackness of the living room. \"These are\nnot", "force; it was a physical necessity. And, after years of working at it,\n Lanfierre had become an admirer of eccentricity. He came to see that" ], [ "The neon roses bent and tinkled against each other as the wind rose and\n the moon shook a trifle as it whispered\nCuddle Up a Little Closer\n.", "and the neon roses flashed\n slowly from red to violet, then went back to the closet and turned on\n the scent. The house began to smell like an immensely concentrated rose", "The neon roses thrashed about, extinguishing each other. The red sun\n shot off a mass of sparks and then quickly sank out of sight. The moon", "Moonlight, he thought, and roses. Satisfactory.\nAnd cocktails for\n two.", "Standing in the doorway with his wet hair plastered down on his\n dripping scalp, the wind roaring about him, the piano rumbling in the\n distance like thunder, Humphrey Fownes suddenly saw it all very clearly.", "to feminine pulses, if they could possibly be a part of a moonlit\n night, with cocktails and roses. He absently stuffed the dust jacket", "They were all purely speculative of course. He had no idea how a rose\n really smelled—or looked for that matter. Not to mention a moon. But", "continued to be brilliant, although the sun occasionally arced over and\n demolished several of the neon roses.", "garden that was itself scintillant, composed largely of neon roses.", "glanced around at the group almost complacently, and waited as Humphrey\n Fownes squeezed into an empty chair. \"We live in a dome,\" the leader", "Humphrey Fownes strode through the puffs of falling glass still\n intrigued by a temperature that was always 59 degrees, by a humidity", "as the moon shifted to\nPeople Will Say We're In Love\n.\nHe rubbed his chin critically. It\nseemed", "Sitting behind the wheel of the orange car, he watched Humphrey Fownes\n approach with a distinct feeling of admiration, although it was an", "Fownes was a masterpiece of queerness. He was utterly inexplicable.\n Lanfierre was almost proud of Humphrey Fownes.\n\n\n \"Sometimes his house\nshakes\n,\" Lanfierre said.", "It should have been difficult. Under the circumstances it was a\n masterpiece of pocket picking. What made it possible was Humphrey", "\"Endless vistas of moonlight and roses? April showers, Mrs. Deshazaway.\n And June, which as you may know follows directly upon April and is", "Fownes stopped on the porch to brush the plaster of paris off his\n shoes. He hadn't seen the patrol car and this intense preoccupation\n of his was also responsible for the dancing house—he simply hadn't", "not\n47%!\"\nFownes held his face up to let the rain fall on it. \"Moonlight!\" he\n shouted. \"Roses! My\nsoul", "suits, small tables, lamps trailing their cords, ashtrays, sofa\n cushions. The house was emptying itself fiercely, as if disgorging an", "It fell on the streets and houses, making small geysers of shiny mist,\n hitting with a gentle musical sound, like the ephemeral droppings of" ], [ "Humphrey Fownes' preoccupation finally came to an end when he was one\n block away from his house. It was then that he realized something", "It should have been difficult. Under the circumstances it was a\n masterpiece of pocket picking. What made it possible was Humphrey", "Standing in the doorway with his wet hair plastered down on his\n dripping scalp, the wind roaring about him, the piano rumbling in the\n distance like thunder, Humphrey Fownes suddenly saw it all very clearly.", "glanced around at the group almost complacently, and waited as Humphrey\n Fownes squeezed into an empty chair. \"We live in a dome,\" the leader", "Dialectically out in left field, Humphrey Fownes waited for a lull\n in the ensuing discussion and then politely inquired how it might be\n arranged for him to get out.", "Fownes was a masterpiece of queerness. He was utterly inexplicable.\n Lanfierre was almost proud of Humphrey Fownes.\n\n\n \"Sometimes his house\nshakes\n,\" Lanfierre said.", "Sitting behind the wheel of the orange car, he watched Humphrey Fownes\n approach with a distinct feeling of admiration, although it was an", "When Humphrey Fownes stepped out of the widow's house, there was a\n look of such intense abstraction on his features that Lanfierre felt a", "\"I'd say,\" Humphrey Fownes said, \"that he ... that he recommended it\n to her, that one day they met in the street and he told her about", "He usually sighed when making the decision to raid a dwelling. It\n expressed his weariness and distaste for people who went off and got\n neurotic when they could be enjoying a happy, normal existence. There\n was something implacable about his sighs.", "\"Would you pass the beets, please?\" Humphrey Fownes said.", "He still didn't see the orange car parked down the street.\n\"Men are too perishable,\" Mrs. Deshazaway said over dinner. \"For all\n practical purposes I'm never going to marry again. All my husbands die.\"", "Then a fine robust freak came along and the others—the echoes—refused\n to believe it. The lieutenant was probably on the point of suggesting a\n vacation.", "I'm positive. It's not nourishing. The air is stale and Andrew, Curt,\n Norman and Alphonse couldn't stand it. Poor Alphonse. He was never so", "Humphrey Fownes strode through the puffs of falling glass still\n intrigued by a temperature that was always 59 degrees, by a humidity", "The leader sighed. \"The gentleman wants to know if he's left anything\n out,\" he said to the group.\n\n\n Fownes looked around at them, at some dozen pained expressions.", "\"And of course when they do find out and they ask you why, Mr. Fownes,\n you'll tell them. No, no heroics, please! When they ask a man a", "Fownes was the kind of man who never answered a rhetorical question. He\n waited, uncomfortable in the tight chair, while the others struggled\n with this problem in revolutionary dialectics.", "wasn't the old customs at all standing between us, it was air. I can't\n have another man die on me, it's bad for my self-esteem. And now you've", "handkerchief pocket. It all went off very smoothly, like a game of put\n and take—the sole difference being that Humphrey Fownes had no idea he\n was playing." ], [ "\"\nMy.\n\" Mrs. Deshazaway rose, paced slowly to the window and then came", "; or is\n it the other way around? No matter. How would you like\nthat\n, Mrs.\n Deshazaway?\"", "In no hurry, now that he had the widow's complete attention, Fownes\n leaned across the table and whispered: \"Fresh air, Mrs. Deshazaway?", "But Fownes had already begun to run on toward the next house, dodging\n mountainous puffs of glass as he went. \"Mrs. Deshazaway!\" he shouted.\n \"Yoo-hoo, Mrs. Deshazaway!\"", "He still didn't see the orange car parked down the street.\n\"Men are too perishable,\" Mrs. Deshazaway said over dinner. \"For all\n practical purposes I'm never going to marry again. All my husbands die.\"", "gone and done something good and criminal, something peculiar.\"\nFownes put his fork down. \"Dear Mrs. Deshazaway,\" he started to say.", "\"That won't be necessary,\" Fownes said with unusual force. \"With all\n due respect to Andrew, Curt, Norman and Alphonse, I might as well state\n here and now I have other plans for you, Mrs. Deshazaway.\"", "\"Endless vistas of moonlight and roses? April showers, Mrs. Deshazaway.\n And June, which as you may know follows directly upon April and is", "He watched with folded arms, considering how he would start.\nMy dear\n Mrs. Deshazaway.", "never known anyone like her. \"You forgot to put salt on the potatoes,\"\n she said passionately, then went on as calmly as it was possible for", "Too formal. They'd be looking out at the romantic\n garden; time to be a bit forward.\nMy very dear Mrs. Deshazaway.\nNo.", "No.\n Contrived. How about a simple,\nDear Mrs. Deshazaway\n. That might be\n it.", "The widow was a passionate woman. She did everything\n passionately—talking, cooking, dressing. Her beets were passionately", "running. The artificial sun vanished behind the mushrooming twister.\n Optimum temperature collapsed. \"Mrs. Deshazaway!\nAgnes\n, will you", "red. Her clothes rustled and her high heels clicked and her jewelry\n tinkled. She was possessed by an uncontrollable dynamism. Fownes had", "Fownes was a masterpiece of queerness. He was utterly inexplicable.\n Lanfierre was almost proud of Humphrey Fownes.\n\n\n \"Sometimes his house\nshakes\n,\" Lanfierre said.", "When the roof blew off they weren't really surprised. With a certain\n amount of equanimity they watched it lift off almost gracefully,", "\"\nAnd\n,\" Mr. Fownes added, his voice a honeyed whisper, \"they say", "Fownes stopped on the porch to brush the plaster of paris off his\n shoes. He hadn't seen the patrol car and this intense preoccupation\n of his was also responsible for the dancing house—he simply hadn't", "Breathing somewhat faster than usual, the widow rested her chin on her\n two hands. \"Pray continue,\" she said." ], [ "they\nwill. It's my fault, I guess. I talk too much. And I don't\n always tell the truth. To be completely honest with you, Mr. Fownes, it", "her to be, to explain why she couldn't marry him. \"Do you have any\n idea what people are saying? They're all saying I'm a cannibal! I rob", "\"And of course when they do find out and they ask you why, Mr. Fownes,\n you'll tell them. No, no heroics, please! When they ask a man a", "Then a fine robust freak came along and the others—the echoes—refused\n to believe it. The lieutenant was probably on the point of suggesting a\n vacation.", "\"Are you going to make it stop or aren't you!\" MacBride yelled.\n\n\n \"You'll have to tell me what you did first!\"", "\"But my dear Mr. Fownes,\" she said, leaning across the table. \"We're\n lost, you and I.\"\n\n\n \"Not if we could leave the dome,\" Fownes said quietly.", "\"Where did the old society fail?\" the leader was demanding of them. He\n stood in the center of the room, leaning on a heavy knobbed cane. He", "The leader sighed. \"The gentleman wants to know if he's left anything\n out,\" he said to the group.\n\n\n Fownes looked around at them, at some dozen pained expressions.", "\"Tell the man what he's forgotten,\" the leader said, walking to the far\n window and turning his back quite pointedly on them.", "some of the asparagus.\nFive.\nThat's what they'd say. That woman did\n it again. And the plain fact is I don't want you on my record.\"", "At the window again, he sighed. Repairs were in order. And it wasn't\n the first time the winds got out of line.", "\"A twister,\" she replied quickly. \"Now listen to\nthis\n. Seven years\n later on March 21, 1986, Ella Marshall Davidson took out the same book.\n What do you make of\nthat\n?\"", "gone and done something good and criminal, something peculiar.\"\nFownes put his fork down. \"Dear Mrs. Deshazaway,\" he started to say.", "In the litter of books and cards and dried out ink pads that surrounded\n the librarian, Fownes noticed a torn dust jacket with a curious\n illustration. \"What's that?\" he said.", "Fownes stopped on the porch to brush the plaster of paris off his\n shoes. He hadn't seen the patrol car and this intense preoccupation\n of his was also responsible for the dancing house—he simply hadn't", "; or is\n it the other way around? No matter. How would you like\nthat\n, Mrs.\n Deshazaway?\"", "\"\nAnd\n,\" Mr. Fownes added, his voice a honeyed whisper, \"they say", "Fownes was a masterpiece of queerness. He was utterly inexplicable.\n Lanfierre was almost proud of Humphrey Fownes.\n\n\n \"Sometimes his house\nshakes\n,\" Lanfierre said.", "absurd, irrational little chat that titillated him for weeks. It was\n only with the greatest reluctance that he finally mentioned Fownes\n to MacBride. After years of searching for differences Lanfierre had", "long enough\n for his wife to get to know him ... if you can do that, Mr. Fownes ...\n you may call me Agnes.\"" ], [ "Then a fine robust freak came along and the others—the echoes—refused\n to believe it. The lieutenant was probably on the point of suggesting a\n vacation.", "\"He'll be coming out soon,\" Lanfierre said. \"He eats supper next door\n with a widow. Then he goes to the library. Always the same. Supper at\n the widow's next door and then the library.\"", "happened along with something in her eye. They collided. She got his\n right and left jacket pockets. It was much too much for coincidence.\n The sidewalk was wide enough to allow four people to pass at one time.", "standing on end for a moment before toppling to the ground. It was\n strangely slow motion, as was the black twirling cloud that now rose\n out of the master bedroom, spewing shorts and socks and cases every", "\"And that day I'll await impatiently,\" Fownes replied with marvelous\n tact, \"because it will be lonely out there for the two of us. My future\n wife and I have to leave\nnow\n.\"", "He still didn't see the orange car parked down the street.\n\"Men are too perishable,\" Mrs. Deshazaway said over dinner. \"For all\n practical purposes I'm never going to marry again. All my husbands die.\"", "her to be, to explain why she couldn't marry him. \"Do you have any\n idea what people are saying? They're all saying I'm a cannibal! I rob", "\"I'm not sure what's going to come of this,\" he said to Lanfierre with\n an astonishing amount of objectivity, \"but the entire dome air supply\n is now coming through my bedroom.\"", "; or is\n it the other way around? No matter. How would you like\nthat\n, Mrs.\n Deshazaway?\"", "\"And of course when they do find out and they ask you why, Mr. Fownes,\n you'll tell them. No, no heroics, please! When they ask a man a", "When he heard this Fownes plunged into the house and fought his way\n up the stairs. He found Lanfierre standing outside the bedroom with a", "\"Should be very interesting,\" MacBride said slowly.\n\n\n \"I can't wait to see what he's got in there,\" Lanfierre murmured,\n watching the house with a consuming interest.", "\"\nNow\nwhat?\" MacBride said, thoroughly exasperated, as this strange", "But Fownes had already begun to run on toward the next house, dodging\n mountainous puffs of glass as he went. \"Mrs. Deshazaway!\" he shouted.\n \"Yoo-hoo, Mrs. Deshazaway!\"", "all\n close at the same time. You'll be watching and all of a sudden every\n single window in the place will drop to its sill.\" Lanfierre leaned", "not\n47%!\"\nFownes held his face up to let the rain fall on it. \"Moonlight!\" he\n shouted. \"Roses! My\nsoul", "The winds roared for a moment and then MacBride's lost voice emerged\n from the blackness of the living room. \"These are\nnot", "unusual must have occurred. An orange patrol car of the security police\n was parked at his front door. And something else was happening too.", "When the roof blew off they weren't really surprised. With a certain\n amount of equanimity they watched it lift off almost gracefully,", "It should have been difficult. Under the circumstances it was a\n masterpiece of pocket picking. What made it possible was Humphrey" ], [ "her to be, to explain why she couldn't marry him. \"Do you have any\n idea what people are saying? They're all saying I'm a cannibal! I rob", "His own spine didn't seem to be affected. But then he hadn't read that\n book on ancient mores and courtship customs.", "He still didn't see the orange car parked down the street.\n\"Men are too perishable,\" Mrs. Deshazaway said over dinner. \"For all\n practical purposes I'm never going to marry again. All my husbands die.\"", "Fownes was the kind of man who never answered a rhetorical question. He\n waited, uncomfortable in the tight chair, while the others struggled\n with this problem in revolutionary dialectics.", "He should surely have become suspicious when two men engaged in a\n heated argument came along. In the ensuing contretemps they emptied his\n rear pants pockets, got his wristwatch and restored the contents of the", "Then a fine robust freak came along and the others—the echoes—refused\n to believe it. The lieutenant was probably on the point of suggesting a\n vacation.", "\"And of course when they do find out and they ask you why, Mr. Fownes,\n you'll tell them. No, no heroics, please! When they ask a man a", "of falsification. Communication seemed virtually impossible. \"No\"\n meant any number of things, depending on the tone of voice and the\n circumstances. It could mean yes, it could mean ask me again later on", "I'm positive. It's not nourishing. The air is stale and Andrew, Curt,\n Norman and Alphonse couldn't stand it. Poor Alphonse. He was never so", "He went up the stairs to the bedroom closet and tried the rain-maker,\n thinking roguishly:\nThou shalt not inundate.", "\"Tell the man what he's forgotten,\" the leader said, walking to the far\n window and turning his back quite pointedly on them.", "\"But my dear Mr. Fownes,\" she said, leaning across the table. \"We're\n lost, you and I.\"\n\n\n \"Not if we could leave the dome,\" Fownes said quietly.", "\"Where did the old society fail?\" the leader was demanding of them. He\n stood in the center of the room, leaning on a heavy knobbed cane. He", "then, neither did the widow. He'd have to be confident, assertive.\nInsist\non it. I tell you, my dear, this is a genuine realistic", "\"Nonsense. Ridiculous! You have to be prepared for the Open Country.\n You can't just up and leave, it would be suicide, Fownes. And\n dialectically very poor.\"", "they\nwill. It's my fault, I guess. I talk too much. And I don't\n always tell the truth. To be completely honest with you, Mr. Fownes, it", "not\n47%!\"\nFownes held his face up to let the rain fall on it. \"Moonlight!\" he\n shouted. \"Roses! My\nsoul", "absurd, irrational little chat that titillated him for weeks. It was\n only with the greatest reluctance that he finally mentioned Fownes\n to MacBride. After years of searching for differences Lanfierre had", "The leader sighed. \"The gentleman wants to know if he's left anything\n out,\" he said to the group.\n\n\n Fownes looked around at them, at some dozen pained expressions.", "When the roof blew off they weren't really surprised. With a certain\n amount of equanimity they watched it lift off almost gracefully," ] ]

[ "Which word would least describe the character, Elizabeth?", "How does the author feel about the film, Elizabeth?", "Which word least describes Velvet Goldmine?", "Which isn't an apparent theme in Velvet Goldmine?", "What do Elizabeth and Velvet Goldmine seem to have in common?", "Who does the author seem to appreciate the most in Meet Joe Black?", "What is the author's main purpose in this text?", "Who is the best actor mentioned, according to the author?", "What does the author seem to value the most in films?", "Which is probably the author's favorite movie?" ]

[ [ "strong", "intelligent", "uncompromising", "feminine" ], [ "the story is well-told but inaccurate", "it has great acting, but confusing plot", "it is overall enjoyable to watch", "the focus of the film takes away from the plot" ], [ "unique", "honest", "inspirational", "sequential" ], [ "music is a powerful force", "some people will give themselves up for money and fame", "power can be deadly", "be whoever you want to be" ], [ "the story line is based on real events", "powerful, convincing main characters", "the main character transforms throughout the film", "in the end, the main character is disliked" ], [ "Martin Brest", "Bo Goldman", "Brad Pitt", "Claire Forlani" ], [ "to compare the abilities of three directors", "to persuade us to pay attention to the hidden meaning in the films", "to compare the queenly characteristics of the three films", "to inform us of the pros and cons of each movie" ], [ "Anthony Hopkins", "Miranda Richardson", "Cate Blanchett", "Johnathyn Rhys-Meyers" ], [ "the theme represented in the film", "the clarity of the story line", "the length of the film", "the quality of acting" ], [ "Velvet Goldmine", "Meet Joe Black", "Elizabeth", "Shooting to Kill" ] ]

[ 4, 3, 4, 3, 3, 4, 4, 3, 4, 1 ]

[ 0, 1, 0, 1, 1, 1, 0, 1, 1, 1 ]

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After", "Marcia Gay Harden as his party planning, perpetually wilting elder", "tremulous thoroughbred act wears thin, but it's hardly her", "Actually, Hopkins gives", "and all tone from his voice. He speaks very, very", "VIII, Anne Boleyn, and therefore dubbed a bastard by the", "the papists, the Protestant Elizabeth ascends the throne to find" ], [ "Probably, although the evidence suggests that Elizabeth had developed a", "Elizabeth is a lurid paraphrase of the old Groucho", "Jackson, my favorite Elizabeth I remains Miranda Richardson's capricious,", "in 1554. (The director, Shekhar Kapur, made the same", "of Elizabeth comes nearer to the nihilistic relish of", "made. It's determinedly swirling, discursive, elliptical. Now the story", "look on, wide-eyed, as Elizabeth directs her hair to be", "Virgin Queen before she was a virgin.\" As the movie", "says the script (by Michael Hirst)--at least not in", "than to the more sorrowful horror of the Elizabethan dramatists", "skewered in the name of Christ, Elizabeth decides to: a)", "movie that's all signifiers. I sometimes found myself wishing he", "and came to the throne with few girlish illusions about", "footage and then \"finding\" his films in the editing room.", "Blanchett comes in a close second, pulling off the transition", "In Velvet Goldmine", "make of Velvet Goldmine (opinions have ranged from rapturous", "off --and there's no one to organize it.\") But Blanchett", "language and soundtrack. Velvet Goldmine might seem like a collection", "Christine Vachon last year to collaborate on a nuts-and-bolts" ], [ "In Velvet Goldmine", "Velvet Goldmine , Todd Haynes' musical fantasia on the early", "language and soundtrack. 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The narrative is a challenge to keep up", "Elizabeth is a lurid paraphrase of the old Groucho", "grown heartbreakingly palpable. Poison (1991), Haynes' Genêt-inspired exploration" ], [ "In Velvet Goldmine", "Haynes wants Velvet Goldmine to be an anthem to the", "Velvet Goldmine , Todd Haynes' musical fantasia on the early", "language and soundtrack. Velvet Goldmine might seem like a collection", "can be made that Velvet Goldmine isn't fully filled in,", "make of Velvet Goldmine (opinions have ranged from rapturous", "review of Velvet Goldmine --like my review of Vachon's", "Brian Slade (Jonathan Rhys-Meyers) and his spidery, space-age", "more subversive sort of queen is on display in Velvet", "Here the monarch is a David Bowie-esque singer called Brian", "Brian Slade album--its centerfold image is a lithe, naked,", "The core of the movie turns out not to be the", "the principles Bowie once embodied--the embrace of artifice and the", "To him, Slade was a sexual messiah. I've never seen", "grown heartbreakingly palpable. Poison (1991), Haynes' Genêt-inspired exploration", "early '70s era of \"glam\" or \"glitter\" rock. Here", "a thematic one.", "to Brian Slade, the glitter kids, the visionary exhibitionists and", "says the script (by Michael Hirst)--at least not in", "Iggy Pop figure, seems less an emotional imperative than a" ], [ "In Velvet Goldmine", "Velvet Goldmine , Todd Haynes' musical fantasia on the early", "language and soundtrack. 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(The director, Shekhar Kapur, made the same", "Brian Slade album--its centerfold image is a lithe, naked,", "a) \"unsex\" herself and become a symbol--the Virgin Queen,", "Virgin Queen before she was a virgin.\" As the movie", "look on, wide-eyed, as Elizabeth directs her hair to be", "grown heartbreakingly palpable. Poison (1991), Haynes' Genêt-inspired exploration" ], [ "but Meet Joe Black grinds on for three hours (longer", "could be made, and Meet Joe Black could serve as", "plays the zillionaire communications baron whom Death enlists in the", "Death Takes a Holiday , which came in at a", "Actually, Hopkins gives", "wholesome yuppie and then (interminably) Death, who takes over", "Marcia Gay Harden as his party planning, perpetually wilting elder", "Blanchett comes in a close second, pulling off the transition", "(longer than either Beloved or Saving Private Ryan ), and", "Bale is such an expressive performer that Stuart's remembrance", "and all tone from his voice. 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In the '80s, Haynes employed Barbie dolls", "with their mistresses, and so on. Their severed heads look", "and taking his sweet time doing it? The first adaptation", "T. Rex. The narrative is a challenge to keep up", "Probably, although the evidence suggests that Elizabeth had developed a", "the smashing of conventional sexual roles--he also wants to portray", "now forward. Every other line of dialogue is a cue", "was a witness to the events he's now reconstructing. Bale", ", 1982), labored on this moldy script, which features", "cease and desist exhibition) began by laughing at this elaborately", "and came to the throne with few girlish illusions about" ], [ "Bale is such an expressive performer that Stuart's remembrance", "repression. That's a lot to cover. An actor of stature", "Blanchett comes in a close second, pulling off the transition", "due respect to Blanchett, Bette Davis, and Glenda Jackson,", "dramatists Ben Jonson and William Shakespeare. It's even closer", "Anthony Hopkins plays", "of the cast works with equal fortitude, especially Jeffrey Tambor", "Actually, Hopkins gives", "Brad Pitt the worst actor on earth? The case could", "Jackson, my favorite Elizabeth I remains Miranda Richardson's capricious,", "Four screenwriters, among them the great Bo Goldman ( Melvin", "now forward. Every other line of dialogue is a cue", "of the singer Karen Carpenter. Lucky audiences who caught Superstar:", "movie that's all signifiers. I sometimes found myself wishing he", "and gleeful poseurs? Borrowing its framework from Citizen Kane", "as Exhibit A. Pitt plays two roles in this seven", ", 1982), labored on this moldy script, which features", "she mews to Rowan Atkinson, \"There are thousands of", "Elizabeth is a lurid paraphrase of the old Groucho", "and all tone from his voice. He speaks very, very" ], [ "movie that's all signifiers. 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[ "What didn't Pendleton and Templin have in common?", "What isn't a setting that took place in the text?", "What word doesn't describe the natives from Tunpesh?", "What doesn't Tunpesh seem to have less of than Earth?", "Which word least describes Eckert?", "How does Templin change in the story?", "What isn't a secret that Eckert has kept from Templin?", "What native experiences didn't Eckert experience towards the end of the text?" ]

[ [ "they had similar jobs", "they went to school together", "they had similar personalities", "Tunpesh was both of their first attache assignments" ], [ "Pendleton's residence", "Earth", "Tunpesh", "a rocket" ], [ "generous", "secretive", "skeptical", "beautiful" ], [ "weapons", "beautiful people", "illness", "bad weather" ], [ "experienced", "observant", "nervous", "open-minded" ], [ "he begins to enjoy himself more", "he becomes more careful in his actions", "he begins to question the natives less", "he grows more suspicious of the Tunpeshans" ], [ "he broke Templin's power pack", "they're living in the same place as Pendleton did", "he expects Templin to act just like Pendleton did on Tunpesh", "he knows that Pendleton didn't commit suicide" ], [ "their music", "their food", "their religion", "their dances" ] ]

[ 4, 2, 3, 2, 3, 1, 4, 3 ]

[ 1, 0, 1, 1, 0, 1, 1, 0 ]

[ [ "\"You knew Pendleton,\" Templin repeated grimly. \"Do you think it was\n suicide?\"", "\"You're convinced that Pendleton was murdered, aren't you?\"\n\n\n Templin nodded. \"Sure.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "even realize. He wondered what Templin would do if he ever found out\n that the actual reason he had been chosen to go was that his own\n psychological chart was very close to Pendleton's. Pendleton's own", "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "Pendleton had been killed and who had killed him. That was it.\nWho had killed Cock Robin?\nThe thin red line was practically microscopic now and Templin could", "Eckert and he had talked it out and gone over the records. Pendleton\n had come of good stock. There had been no mental instability in his", "He looked at Templin, sitting across from him in the huge circle, and\n shrugged mentally. Templin looked as if he was about to break down and", "a\n few days ago, and, by judicious hinting to the proper authorities, he\n and Templin had been invited. It was a good chance to observe native", "\"What reason?\"\n\n\n Templin shrugged. \"Murder. What other reason could there be?\"", "He turned his head a little to watch Templin get ready for bed. There\n were advantages in taking him along that Templin probably didn't", "He couldn't be blamed for being jumpy, Eckert realized. This was his\n first time out, his first mission like this. And, of course, Pendleton\n had been a pretty good friend of his.", "and Templin.", "And then Eckert had told him that Pendleton had taken the short way out.\nHe shouldn't get sentimental. But how the hell else should he remember", "Tunpesh had been Pendleton's second assignment.\nThe natives were oh-so-friendly. So friendly that he had made sure", "here, Pendleton didn't make any friends. And that's a little hard to\n believe. It's more likely that his friends have been silenced and any\n information about him is being withheld for a reason.\"", "\"The Tunpeshans know why we're here. We've dropped enough hints along\n those lines. But nobody has mentioned Pendleton; nobody has volunteered", "There were disadvantages in taking Templin, too.\n\"Just how primitive do you think the society is, Ted?\"\n\n\n Eckert put down the chain he had been whittling and reached for his\n pipe and tobacco.", "him that Don Pendleton had killed himself.\nOnly Pendleton wasn't the type. He was the kind who have everything\n to live for, the kind you instinctively know will amount to something", "\"So far as I know,\nmenshar\nPendleton offended no one. I do not know\n what duties he had to perform here, but he was a generous and courteous\n man.\"", "and decided the system was worth diplomatic recognition of some kind,\n so Pendleton had been sent there. He had been the first attache to be\n sent and naturally he had gone alone." ], [ "didn't. But sometimes they were murdered.\nIt was almost black inside the cabin now; only a thin red line around\n the ceiling told how close they were to takeoff. His head was thick", "didn't have they could easily do without. The youngsters who had\n carried their luggage left it outside and quietly faded away. It was\n getting dark; Eckert opened one of the boxes they had brought along,", "\"They've got a hospital set up here. Not a hospital like any we know,\n of course, but a hospital nonetheless. It's not used very much;", "princess in a fairy tale turn out to be ugly.\" He gestured toward the\n village. \"You could hardly class that as dangerous from its outward\n appearance, could you?\"", "who were around. They promptly scattered and picked up the luggage.\n \"While you are here, you will need a place to stay. There is one ready,\n if you will follow me.\"", "Eckert rolled up the thin, slatted blinds and stared out at the\n scenery. A hundred feet down the road, a native woman was going to\n market, leading a species of food animal by the halter.", "them.\" He stopped for a moment, thinking. \"Did you notice the context?\n He didn't say he didn't want what we showed him. He said there was\nnothing", "Eckert and Templin took a quick tour of the few rooms. They were well\n furnished, in a rustic sort of way, and what modern conveniences they", "It was late afternoon when they followed Jathong into a small,\n white-washed house midway up a hill.\n\n\n \"You are free to use this while you are here,\" he said.", "living here, Ted. Maybe I've been fighting it. But I can't help\n thinking that Don must have liked it here, too.\"\nOne of the hardest things to learn in a foreign culture, Eckert", "impressed. \"I am grateful,\" he said finally, \"but there is nothing I\n want.\" He turned and walked away into the gathering darkness.", "damage with a knife as a man could, for instance. And they might have\n other weapons.\nBut the idea still didn't go with the warm sun and the blue sky and the", "The town was larger than he had thought at first, stretching over a\n wide expanse of the countryside. There wasn't, so far as he could see,", "to a few, and passed the bowl on. This was definitely the time to\n enjoy himself, not to work or worry. He had heard about the\nhalera\na", "Warm breezes rustled through Eckert's graying hair and tugged gently\n at his tunic. The air smelled as if it had been washed and faintly", "\"It's a nice day, isn't it, Ted?\" Eckert took a deep and pleasurable\n breath. \"It's the type of day that makes you feel good just to be\n alive.\"", "The rocketport, where they were standing surrounded by their luggage,\n was a grassy valley where the all too infrequent ships could land and", "to pay his respects to Pendleton. Only Pendleton wasn't there. The\n natives said he had killed himself and showed the captain the little\n flower-covered plot where they had buried him.", "perfumed with the balsamy scent of something very much like pine. A\n few hundred yards away, a forest towered straight and slim and coolly\n inviting, and brilliantly colored birds whirled and fluttered in the", "happened to him, not to substantiate any preconceived notions. What\n we find out may be vitally important to anybody serving here in the\n future. I would hate to see our efforts spoiled because you've already" ], [ "Tunpesh. If it is a case of murder, what happens when the natives find\n out that we know it is?\"", "There was no need to send more. Tunpesh had been inspected and\n certified and approved. The natives were primitive and friendly. Or\n maybe the Service had slipped up, as it sometimes did, and Tunpesh had\n received something less than a thorough survey.", "Tunpesh had been Pendleton's second assignment.\nThe natives were oh-so-friendly. So friendly that he had made sure", "going to be pleasant to live on Tunpesh for six months—even if the six\n months were all they had to live. The climate was superb and the people\n seemed a cut above the usual primitive culture. If he ever retired some", "Their information on Tunpesh was limited. They knew that it had no\n trading concessions or armed forces and that nobody from neighboring", "\"The Tunpeshans know why we're here. We've dropped enough hints along\n those lines. But nobody has mentioned Pendleton; nobody has volunteered", "systems seemed to know much about it or even visited it. But a staff\n anthropologist must have been routinely assigned to Tunpesh to furnish\n data and reports.", "And then an unscheduled freighter had put in for repairs, one of\n the very few ships that ever came by Tunpesh. The captain had tried", "day, he thought suddenly, he would have to remember Tunpesh. It would\n be pleasant to spend his old age here. And the fishing was probably\n excellent....", "Eckert took another sip of the wine and turned to the Tunpeshan on his\n left. He was a tall, muscular man with sharp eyes, a firm chin and a\n certain aura of authority.", "\"How come our anthropologist on Tunpesh didn't come across with more\n information?\"\n\n\n A drowsy mumble from the other cot: \"He wasn't there long enough. He\n committed suicide not long after landing.\"", "apparently the natives don't get sick here. But occasionally there are\n hunting accidents and injuries that require surgery. The strip of metal\n there is a scalpel.\" He laughed shortly. \"Primitive little gadget, but", "A voice spoke in his ear. \"It is hard for us to imagine anybody doing\n what\nmenshar\nPendleton did. It is ...\" and he used a native word that\n Eckert translated as being roughly equivalent to \"\nobscene\n.\"", "to pay his respects to Pendleton. Only Pendleton wasn't there. The\n natives said he had killed himself and showed the captain the little\n flower-covered plot where they had buried him.", "a\n few days ago, and, by judicious hinting to the proper authorities, he\n and Templin had been invited. It was a good chance to observe native", "limbs. Eckert felt his eyebrows crawl upward. Apparently the dance was\n the Tunpeshan version of the\nrites de passage\n. He glanced across", "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "\"The incorruptible native.\" Templin laughed sarcastically.", "He was polite, Eckert thought. He didn't ask what they were there\n for or how long they were going to stay. But then again, perhaps the\n natives were a better judge of that than he and Templin.", "knelt before Nayova. When he clapped his hands sharply, they retreated\n to the center of the circle and began the slow motions of a native\n dance." ], [ "There was no need to send more. Tunpesh had been inspected and\n certified and approved. The natives were primitive and friendly. Or\n maybe the Service had slipped up, as it sometimes did, and Tunpesh had\n received something less than a thorough survey.", "Their information on Tunpesh was limited. They knew that it had no\n trading concessions or armed forces and that nobody from neighboring", "systems seemed to know much about it or even visited it. But a staff\n anthropologist must have been routinely assigned to Tunpesh to furnish\n data and reports.", "Tunpesh. If it is a case of murder, what happens when the natives find\n out that we know it is?\"", "\"The Tunpeshans know why we're here. We've dropped enough hints along\n those lines. But nobody has mentioned Pendleton; nobody has volunteered", "going to be pleasant to live on Tunpesh for six months—even if the six\n months were all they had to live. The climate was superb and the people\n seemed a cut above the usual primitive culture. If he ever retired some", "\"How come our anthropologist on Tunpesh didn't come across with more\n information?\"\n\n\n A drowsy mumble from the other cot: \"He wasn't there long enough. He\n committed suicide not long after landing.\"", "Pendleton had been in his second year as attache on Tunpesh, a small\n planet with a G-type sun. The Service had stumbled across it recently", "And then an unscheduled freighter had put in for repairs, one of\n the very few ships that ever came by Tunpesh. The captain had tried", "day, he thought suddenly, he would have to remember Tunpesh. It would\n be pleasant to spend his old age here. And the fishing was probably\n excellent....", "Tunpesh had been Pendleton's second assignment.\nThe natives were oh-so-friendly. So friendly that he had made sure", "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "Eckert took another sip of the wine and turned to the Tunpeshan on his\n left. He was a tall, muscular man with sharp eyes, a firm chin and a\n certain aura of authority.", "have to split his energies. He'd have to do what investigating he could\n among the Tunpeshans, and he'd have to watch Templin to see that he", "limbs. Eckert felt his eyebrows crawl upward. Apparently the dance was\n the Tunpeshan version of the\nrites de passage\n. He glanced across", "different solar system, landed in what must be to them an unusual\n manner. They couldn't have seen rockets more than three or four\n times before. It should still be a novelty to them. And yet how much", "apparently the natives don't get sick here. But occasionally there are\n hunting accidents and injuries that require surgery. The strip of metal\n there is a scalpel.\" He laughed shortly. \"Primitive little gadget, but", ", he thought. The grass looked\n as though it grew fast—it would certainly have plenty of time to grow\n before the next ship landed.", "A voice spoke in his ear. \"It is hard for us to imagine anybody doing\n what\nmenshar\nPendleton did. It is ...\" and he used a native word that\n Eckert translated as being roughly equivalent to \"\nobscene\n.\"", "There were disadvantages in taking Templin, too.\n\"Just how primitive do you think the society is, Ted?\"\n\n\n Eckert put down the chain he had been whittling and reached for his\n pipe and tobacco." ], [ "knees. When he got closer, Eckert became less sure of his age. He had\n the firm, tanned musculature of a much younger man, though a slightly", "the pronunciation was very clear. Eckert regarded him thoughtfully\n and made a few mental notes. He wasn't bowing and scraping like most", "\"It's a nice day, isn't it, Ted?\" Eckert took a deep and pleasurable\n breath. \"It's the type of day that makes you feel good just to be\n alive.\"", "his face. Eckert stole a side glance at him and for a fleeting moment\n felt vaguely concerned. \"Don't be disappointed if it doesn't look like", "A voice spoke in his ear. \"It is hard for us to imagine anybody doing\n what\nmenshar\nPendleton did. It is ...\" and he used a native word that\n Eckert translated as being roughly equivalent to \"\nobscene\n.\"", "reliables, the ones who could take almost anything in their stride\n because, at one time or another, they had had to.\nIt was Eckert who had come into his office several days ago and told", "perhaps.\nHe could smell the bitter fragrance of tobacco smoke mingling with\n the gas. Eckert had lit a cigarette and was calmly blowing the smoke", "Eckert had come into his office without saying a word and had watched\n his scenery-window. It had been snowing in the window, the white flakes", "Eckert stared at them for a moment, wondering what it was that seemed\n odd about them, and they stared back with all the alert dignity of\n childhood. They finally came out on the field and clustered around him", "curiosity did they show? Hardly any. Was there any fear? No. And the\n cute, harmless little kids.\" He looked at Eckert. \"Maybe that's what", "He turned his head slightly so he could just see Eckert in the bank\n facing him. Eckert, one of the good gray men in the Service. The old", "\"No, I'm afraid it's not.\" Eckert started unpacking some of the boxes.\n \"You know, Ray, I got a kick out of the kids. They're a healthy-looking\n lot, aren't they?\"", "Eckert took another sip of the wine and turned to the Tunpeshan on his\n left. He was a tall, muscular man with sharp eyes, a firm chin and a\n certain aura of authority.", "Eckert and he had talked it out and gone over the records. Pendleton\n had come of good stock. There had been no mental instability in his", "killed himself.\nBut that wasn't the real reason. Maybe Eckert thought so, but he knew\n better. The real reason they were going there was to find out why", "Eckert sighed and watched a fat bug waddle across a small patch of\n sunlight on the wooden floor. It was bad enough drawing an assignment", "He couldn't be blamed for being jumpy, Eckert realized. This was his\n first time out, his first mission like this. And, of course, Pendleton\n had been a pretty good friend of his.", "He was keyed up, jumpy, Eckert realized. He would probably be seeing\n things in every shadow and imagining danger to be lurking around every\n corner.", ", Eckert thought,\nyou never think\n they'll do any harm. But they can be taught. They could do as much", "And then Eckert had told him that Pendleton had taken the short way out.\nHe shouldn't get sentimental. But how the hell else should he remember" ], [ "Templin's eyes dueled for a moment. Then he turned his back and walked\n to the window. \"I suppose you're right,\" he said at last. \"It's nice", "He looked at Templin, sitting across from him in the huge circle, and\n shrugged mentally. Templin looked as if he was about to break down and", "the circle at Templin. Templin's face—what he could see of it by the\n flickering light—was brick red.", "He turned his head a little to watch Templin get ready for bed. There\n were advantages in taking him along that Templin probably didn't", "in Templin's getting excited and doing something he was bound to regret\n later on. And even that danger was not quite as likely now.\nThere will be hell to pay\n, Eckert thought,", "and Templin.", "\"What reason?\"\n\n\n Templin shrugged. \"Murder. What other reason could there be?\"", "a\n few days ago, and, by judicious hinting to the proper authorities, he\n and Templin had been invited. It was a good chance to observe native", "even realize. He wondered what Templin would do if he ever found out\n that the actual reason he had been chosen to go was that his own\n psychological chart was very close to Pendleton's. Pendleton's own", "\"The incorruptible native.\" Templin laughed sarcastically.", "\"You're convinced that Pendleton was murdered, aren't you?\"\n\n\n Templin nodded. \"Sure.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "thinking about the warmth and\n comfort. Like old dogs and octogenarians.\nTemplin was looking at the scenery with a disappointed expression on", "One of the adults of the village started to walk toward them.\n\n\n \"The reception committee,\" Templin said tightly. His hand went inside\n his tunic.", "He looked at the slim, dwindling shape that was the rocket, and was\n suddenly, acutely aware that he and Templin would be stranded for six", "Templin studied them warily. \"Better watch them, Ted. Even kids can be\n dangerous.\"\nIt's because you never suspect kids", "feelings and emotions would almost exactly be duplicated in Templin's.", "\"I'm glad you agree, then. Take a look at this.\" Templin threw a shiny\n bit of metal on the rough-hewn table. Eckert picked it up and inspected", "There were disadvantages in taking Templin, too.\n\"Just how primitive do you think the society is, Ted?\"\n\n\n Eckert put down the chain he had been whittling and reached for his\n pipe and tobacco.", "\"Ted.\" Templin's voice was strained. \"This could be a trap, you know.\"\n\n\n \"In what way?\"", "Eckert had a sudden clammy feeling which quickly passed away. What\n Nayova had said was something he'd make sure Templin never heard about." ], [ "Eckert had a sudden clammy feeling which quickly passed away. What\n Nayova had said was something he'd make sure Templin never heard about.", "in Templin's getting excited and doing something he was bound to regret\n later on. And even that danger was not quite as likely now.\nThere will be hell to pay\n, Eckert thought,", "\"What reason?\"\n\n\n Templin shrugged. \"Murder. What other reason could there be?\"", "He was polite, Eckert thought. He didn't ask what they were there\n for or how long they were going to stay. But then again, perhaps the\n natives were a better judge of that than he and Templin.", "Eckert and Templin took a quick tour of the few rooms. They were well\n furnished, in a rustic sort of way, and what modern conveniences they", "He looked at Templin, sitting across from him in the huge circle, and\n shrugged mentally. Templin looked as if he was about to break down and", "if Templin ever finds out\n that I sabotaged his power pack.\n\"You look thoughtful,\nmenshar\nEckert.\"", "killed himself.\nBut that wasn't the real reason. Maybe Eckert thought so, but he knew\n better. The real reason they were going there was to find out why", "even realize. He wondered what Templin would do if he ever found out\n that the actual reason he had been chosen to go was that his own\n psychological chart was very close to Pendleton's. Pendleton's own", "Eckert and he had been chosen to go to Tunpesh and investigate. The two\n of them, working together, should be able to find out why Pendleton had", "reliables, the ones who could take almost anything in their stride\n because, at one time or another, they had had to.\nIt was Eckert who had come into his office several days ago and told", "There were disadvantages in taking Templin, too.\n\"Just how primitive do you think the society is, Ted?\"\n\n\n Eckert put down the chain he had been whittling and reached for his\n pipe and tobacco.", "Eckert and he had talked it out and gone over the records. Pendleton\n had come of good stock. There had been no mental instability in his", "\"It's a nice day, isn't it, Ted?\" Eckert took a deep and pleasurable\n breath. \"It's the type of day that makes you feel good just to be\n alive.\"", "\"I'm glad you agree, then. Take a look at this.\" Templin threw a shiny\n bit of metal on the rough-hewn table. Eckert picked it up and inspected", "his face. Eckert stole a side glance at him and for a fleeting moment\n felt vaguely concerned. \"Don't be disappointed if it doesn't look like", "Templin's eyes dueled for a moment. Then he turned his back and walked\n to the window. \"I suppose you're right,\" he said at last. \"It's nice", "a\n few days ago, and, by judicious hinting to the proper authorities, he\n and Templin had been invited. It was a good chance to observe native", "Eckert had come into his office without saying a word and had watched\n his scenery-window. It had been snowing in the window, the white flakes", "the circle at Templin. Templin's face—what he could see of it by the\n flickering light—was brick red." ], [ "living here, Ted. Maybe I've been fighting it. But I can't help\n thinking that Don must have liked it here, too.\"\nOne of the hardest things to learn in a foreign culture, Eckert", "Eckert rolled up the thin, slatted blinds and stared out at the\n scenery. A hundred feet down the road, a native woman was going to\n market, leading a species of food animal by the halter.", "A voice spoke in his ear. \"It is hard for us to imagine anybody doing\n what\nmenshar\nPendleton did. It is ...\" and he used a native word that\n Eckert translated as being roughly equivalent to \"\nobscene\n.\"", "in a totally foreign culture, even if the natives were humanoid. It\n complicated things beyond all measure when your partner in the project\n seemed likely to turn into a vendettist. It meant that Eckert would", "didn't have they could easily do without. The youngsters who had\n carried their luggage left it outside and quietly faded away. It was\n getting dark; Eckert opened one of the boxes they had brought along,", "Eckert had come into his office without saying a word and had watched\n his scenery-window. It had been snowing in the window, the white flakes", "curiosity did they show? Hardly any. Was there any fear? No. And the\n cute, harmless little kids.\" He looked at Eckert. \"Maybe that's what", "knees. When he got closer, Eckert became less sure of his age. He had\n the firm, tanned musculature of a much younger man, though a slightly", "He was polite, Eckert thought. He didn't ask what they were there\n for or how long they were going to stay. But then again, perhaps the\n natives were a better judge of that than he and Templin.", "Warm breezes rustled through Eckert's graying hair and tugged gently\n at his tunic. The air smelled as if it had been washed and faintly", "Eckert shrugged. \"That's one of the things you do out of habit, try\n and buy some of the natives so you'll have friends in case you need", "reliables, the ones who could take almost anything in their stride\n because, at one time or another, they had had to.\nIt was Eckert who had come into his office several days ago and told", "\"It's a nice day, isn't it, Ted?\" Eckert took a deep and pleasurable\n breath. \"It's the type of day that makes you feel good just to be\n alive.\"", "And then Eckert had told him that Pendleton had taken the short way out.\nHe shouldn't get sentimental. But how the hell else should he remember", "Eckert stared at them for a moment, wondering what it was that seemed\n odd about them, and they stared back with all the alert dignity of\n childhood. They finally came out on the field and clustered around him", "Eckert had a sudden clammy feeling which quickly passed away. What\n Nayova had said was something he'd make sure Templin never heard about.", "killed himself.\nBut that wasn't the real reason. Maybe Eckert thought so, but he knew\n better. The real reason they were going there was to find out why", "\"We've got six months,\" Eckert said quietly. \"Six months in which\n we'll try to live here inconspicuously and study the people and try to", "He couldn't be blamed for being jumpy, Eckert realized. This was his\n first time out, his first mission like this. And, of course, Pendleton\n had been a pretty good friend of his.", "Eckert and Templin took a quick tour of the few rooms. They were well\n furnished, in a rustic sort of way, and what modern conveniences they" ] ]

[ "What isn't something the guest expects the younger man to do?", "What don't they know about the time machine?", "Which item doesn't get mentioned while they're in the year 2150?", "Which word doesn't describe the security guard?", "Which isn't a feeling that the older man expects of the younger man?", "Which isn't something the guard did?", "Which word doesn't describe the people of this futuristic city?", "What does the older man plan to do after this event?", "Why does the older man know so much?", "What does the older man know the younger man will do?" ]

[ [ "steal something from a museum", "take credit for an invention from the future", "run the time machine", "listen to his directions very carefully" ], [ "who invented it", "what the third set of buttons do", "where it gets stored when not in use", "how to make it go back and forth in time" ], [ "flying vehicles", "diamond makers", "an elevator that you can't feel move", "a modified English language" ], [ "knowledgeable", "friendly", "curious", "helpful" ], [ "anger", "worry", "confusion", "surprise" ], [ "help him carry the atomic generator to the time machine", "help him find the atomic generator", "hand him the patent and other helpful information", "give him time to take it out of the building" ], [ "helpful", "oblivious", "happy", "busy" ], [ "retire ", "grow his company and make more money", "go to another dimension", "travel back in time again" ], [ "he was the original inventor", "he was in the same situation 30 years ago", "because he had a kid just like this man", "he's seen it happen by repeatedly travelling in time " ], [ "exactly as he's been told", "invent the next great invention", "change the future", "fight with him and try not to go" ] ]

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[ [ "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "He beams at that. \"Of course.\" The gate is swung to behind you, but\n obviously he isn't locking it. In fact, there doesn't seem to be a", "And he is. He stands just inside the door of the building as you reach\n it. The stranger lifts an eyebrow and goes off at once when you nod", "Right now, you're shocked. It's a real wrench when a man meets himself\n for the first time. Some kind of telepathy seems to work between two", "\"Not particularly,\" you begin, and then realize bad manners might be\n conspicuous here. While you're searching for an answer, the guard pulls\n something out of his pocket and stares at it.", "like him. But it's a longish story, and you might as well let me in.\n You will, you know, so why quibble about it? At least, you always", "Then there's a yell behind you. You don't wait. You put one leg in\n front of the other and you begin racing down the walk, ducking past", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "You get away from him, finally, after some polite thanks. The building\n seems deserted and you wander up the stairs. There's a room on your", "side of the generator, blowing a little whistle the cop hands him.\n Pedestrians begin to move aside, and you and the stranger jog down the", "But some men aren't sane; thus it isn't always so!\nNo, you're wrong. I'm not your father's ghost, even if I do look a bit", "go home. But then a guard comes to the gate. Except for the short legs\n in his suit and the friendly grin on his face, he looks like any other\n guard.", "It's obviously a service elevator and we're in a dim corridor, with\n nobody around. I grab your hand and shake it. \"You go that way. Don't", "Well, you stagger down the corridor, looking out for the guard, but all\n seems clear. Then you hear his voice from the weapons room. You bend", "you for some more information, which you give him at random. It seems\n to satisfy your amiable guard friend. He finally smiles in satisfaction\n and heads back to the museum.", "of the same people. You\nsense\nthings. So I'll simply go ahead talking\n for half an hour or so, until you get over it. After that you'll come", "out and taps a pedestrian lightly on the shoulder. \"Sir, an emergency\n request. Would you help this gentleman?\"\nThe pedestrian grins, looks at his watch, and nods. \"How far?\"", "easier, though we're in complete darkness, except for the weak light in\n the machine, which always burns, and a few feet of rough dirty cement\n floor around. You take another cigaret from me and you get out of the", "down and try to scurry past, but you know you're in full view. Nothing\n happens, though.", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"" ], [ "You'll never know what you stumbled over, but, somehow, you move back\n in the direction of the time machine, bumping against boxes, staggering", "\"What about the time machine?\" you ask.", "here and there, and trying to find the right place by sheer feel. Then\n a shred of dim light appears; it's the weak light in the time machine.", "You go up the steps, but you see that it seems to be closed. You\n hesitate for a moment, then. You're beginning to think the whole affair\n is complete nonsense, and you should get back to the time machine and", "Well, the drinks are finished. You're woozy enough to go along with me\n without protest, and I want to find out just why those people up there\n came looking for you and shouting, before the time machine left.", "traveling along it, you'd need a fifth. Don't ask me. I didn't invent\n the machine and I don't understand it.\"", "provisions for the future, and come back to climb into the time machine\n that's waiting in the building you had put around it. Then you'll be", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"", "obvious it must be a time machine. You'll sense that, too. You've seen\n it, just a small little cage with two seats, a luggage compartment, and", "I let it go, and so do you. If you don't, it's a good way of going\n crazy. You'll see later why I couldn't have invented the machine. Of", "You'll figure out the cycle in more details later. You get into the\n machine in front of your house, go to the future in the sub-basement,", "Then it comes to you slowly that you're actually traveling in time.\n You turn to me, getting used to the idea. \"So this is the fourth\n dimension?\" you ask.", "machine out there now, you'd hear what I'm saying and know what will\n happen to you. But of course, just as I did, you're going to miss a", "Then the machine stops—at least, the field around us cuts off. You\n feel a dankish sort of air replace the stale air, and you breathe", "and everything seems to cut off around us. You can see a sort of\n foggy nothing surrounding the cockpit; it is probably the field that\n prevents passage through time from affecting us. The luggage section", "increment of time from the main field. I don't know, and you won't\n think about that then, either.\nI'm smoking, and so are you, and the air in the machine is getting a", "Anyhow, you sit there, watching nothing all around you, and no time,\n apparently, though there is a time effect back in the luggage space.", "I'd told you that, too, but you've forgotten. \"As near as I can guess,\n it's about 2150. He told me, just as I'm telling you, that it's an\n interstellar civilization.\"", "course, there may have been a start for all this once. There may have\n been a time when you did invent the machine—the atomic motor first,\n then the time-machine. And when you closed the loop by going back and", "land in your back yard, and then hop back thirty years to pick up\n yourself, landing in front of your house. Just that. But right then,\n you don't care. You jump out and start pulling out that atomic" ], [ "I'd told you that, too, but you've forgotten. \"As near as I can guess,\n it's about 2150. He told me, just as I'm telling you, that it's an\n interstellar civilization.\"", "land in your back yard, and then hop back thirty years to pick up\n yourself, landing in front of your house. Just that. But right then,\n you don't care. You jump out and start pulling out that atomic", "Anyhow, you sit there, watching nothing all around you, and no time,\n apparently, though there is a time effect back in the luggage space.", "You'll figure out the cycle in more details later. You get into the\n machine in front of your house, go to the future in the sub-basement,", "and everything seems to cut off around us. You can see a sort of\n foggy nothing surrounding the cockpit; it is probably the field that\n prevents passage through time from affecting us. The luggage section", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"", "provisions for the future, and come back to climb into the time machine\n that's waiting in the building you had put around it. Then you'll be", "obvious it must be a time machine. You'll sense that, too. You've seen\n it, just a small little cage with two seats, a luggage compartment, and", "\"What about the time machine?\" you ask.", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "\"I'm staying here,\" I tell you. \"This is like the things they wear in\n this century, as near as I can remember it, and I should be able to", "but with variations, probably depending on the power output. A big sign\n on the ceiling gives a lot of dope on atomic generators, explaining\n that this is the first invention which leaped full blown into basically", "\"Nice,\" the guard says over your shoulder. \"It finally wore out one of\n the cathogrids and we had to replace that, but otherwise it's exactly", "You'll never know what you stumbled over, but, somehow, you move back\n in the direction of the time machine, bumping against boxes, staggering", "You stumble down the stairs, feeling all the futuristic rays in the\n world on your back, and still nothing happens. Ahead of you, the gate", "But\n there is only a single picture of a dull-looking metal sphere, with\n passengers moving up a ramp, and the office is closed. You begin to get", "miniature manikins—are sailing about in some kind of orbits. Then\n there is one labeled\nWep:nz\n, filled with everything from a crossbow", "Then it comes to you slowly that you're actually traveling in time.\n You turn to me, getting used to the idea. \"So this is the fourth\n dimension?\" you ask.", "it isn't there. There is exactly nothing there—in fact, there is no\nthere\n. You are completely outside of time and space, as best you can\n guess how things are.", "But you begin getting more of a jolt when you find that the papers are\n all in your own writing, that your name is down as the inventor, and\n that the date of the patent application is 1951." ], [ "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "go home. But then a guard comes to the gate. Except for the short legs\n in his suit and the friendly grin on his face, he looks like any other\n guard.", "Well, you stagger down the corridor, looking out for the guard, but all\n seems clear. Then you hear his voice from the weapons room. You bend", "\"Not particularly,\" you begin, and then realize bad manners might be\n conspicuous here. While you're searching for an answer, the guard pulls\n something out of his pocket and stares at it.", "\"Nice,\" the guard says over your shoulder. \"It finally wore out one of\n the cathogrids and we had to replace that, but otherwise it's exactly", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "you for some more information, which you give him at random. It seems\n to satisfy your amiable guard friend. He finally smiles in satisfaction\n and heads back to the museum.", "And he is. He stands just inside the door of the building as you reach\n it. The stranger lifts an eyebrow and goes off at once when you nod", "Then there's a yell behind you. You don't wait. You put one leg in\n front of the other and you begin racing down the walk, ducking past", "He beams at that. \"Of course.\" The gate is swung to behind you, but\n obviously he isn't locking it. In fact, there doesn't seem to be a", "It's obviously a service elevator and we're in a dim corridor, with\n nobody around. I grab your hand and shake it. \"You go that way. Don't", "here doesn't look too good. The guard can get the same and be there\n before you.", "to a tiny rod four inches long and half the thickness of a pencil,\n marked\nFynal Hand Arm\n. Beyond is the end of the corridor, and a big", "You get away from him, finally, after some polite thanks. The building\n seems deserted and you wander up the stairs. There's a room on your", "about that, either. Somebody reaches out a hand to catch you and you\n dart past.\nThe street is pretty clear now and you jolt along, with your arms", "down and try to scurry past, but you know you're in full view. Nothing\n happens, though.", "Suddenly, there's a confused yell from the direction of the elevator\n and a beam of light strikes against your eyes, with a shout punctuating\n it. Your finger touches the red button.", "side of the generator, blowing a little whistle the cop hands him.\n Pedestrians begin to move aside, and you and the stranger jog down the", "Then there's a sort of cough and something dilates in the wall. It\n forms a perfect door and the elevator stands there waiting. You get in,\n gulping out something about going all the way down, and then wonder how", "lock. \"Must be a new part. You go down that corridor, up one flight\n of stairs and left. Finest display in all the known worlds. We've got" ], [ "Right now, you're shocked. It's a real wrench when a man meets himself\n for the first time. Some kind of telepathy seems to work between two", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "Then there's a yell behind you. You don't wait. You put one leg in\n front of the other and you begin racing down the walk, ducking past", "He beams at that. \"Of course.\" The gate is swung to behind you, but\n obviously he isn't locking it. In fact, there doesn't seem to be a", "But some men aren't sane; thus it isn't always so!\nNo, you're wrong. I'm not your father's ghost, even if I do look a bit", "of the same people. You\nsense\nthings. So I'll simply go ahead talking\n for half an hour or so, until you get over it. After that you'll come", "like him. But it's a longish story, and you might as well let me in.\n You will, you know, so why quibble about it? At least, you always", "And he is. He stands just inside the door of the building as you reach\n it. The stranger lifts an eyebrow and goes off at once when you nod", "\"Not particularly,\" you begin, and then realize bad manners might be\n conspicuous here. While you're searching for an answer, the guard pulls\n something out of his pocket and stares at it.", "about that, either. Somebody reaches out a hand to catch you and you\n dart past.\nThe street is pretty clear now and you jolt along, with your arms", "easier, though we're in complete darkness, except for the weak light in\n the machine, which always burns, and a few feet of rough dirty cement\n floor around. You take another cigaret from me and you get out of the", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "I let it go, and so do you. If you don't, it's a good way of going\n crazy. You'll see later why I couldn't have invented the machine. Of", "Then the machine stops—at least, the field around us cuts off. You\n feel a dankish sort of air replace the stale air, and you breathe", "side of the generator, blowing a little whistle the cop hands him.\n Pedestrians begin to move aside, and you and the stranger jog down the", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"", "machine out there now, you'd hear what I'm saying and know what will\n happen to you. But of course, just as I did, you're going to miss a", "It's obviously a service elevator and we're in a dim corridor, with\n nobody around. I grab your hand and shake it. \"You go that way. Don't", "Now there are people around you, but nobody pays much attention to you.\n Why should they? You wouldn't care if you saw a man in a leopard-skin", "along with me. You know, I could try to change things around by telling\n what happened to me; but he—I—told me what I was going to do, so I" ], [ "\"Not particularly,\" you begin, and then realize bad manners might be\n conspicuous here. While you're searching for an answer, the guard pulls\n something out of his pocket and stares at it.", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "He beams at that. \"Of course.\" The gate is swung to behind you, but\n obviously he isn't locking it. In fact, there doesn't seem to be a", "Well, you stagger down the corridor, looking out for the guard, but all\n seems clear. Then you hear his voice from the weapons room. You bend", "\"Nice,\" the guard says over your shoulder. \"It finally wore out one of\n the cathogrids and we had to replace that, but otherwise it's exactly", "here doesn't look too good. The guard can get the same and be there\n before you.", "you for some more information, which you give him at random. It seems\n to satisfy your amiable guard friend. He finally smiles in satisfaction\n and heads back to the museum.", "go home. But then a guard comes to the gate. Except for the short legs\n in his suit and the friendly grin on his face, he looks like any other\n guard.", "Then there's a yell behind you. You don't wait. You put one leg in\n front of the other and you begin racing down the walk, ducking past", "The cop nods. \"Oh, that explains it. Fine, I won't have to give you\n an appearance schedule. But you should have come to me.\" He reaches", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "And he is. He stands just inside the door of the building as you reach\n it. The stranger lifts an eyebrow and goes off at once when you nod", "down and try to scurry past, but you know you're in full view. Nothing\n happens, though.", "about that, either. Somebody reaches out a hand to catch you and you\n dart past.\nThe street is pretty clear now and you jolt along, with your arms", "I let it go, and so do you. If you don't, it's a good way of going\n crazy. You'll see later why I couldn't have invented the machine. Of", "But some men aren't sane; thus it isn't always so!\nNo, you're wrong. I'm not your father's ghost, even if I do look a bit", "You'll never know what the shouting was about—whether they finally\n doped out the fact that they'd been robbed, or whether they were trying", "like him. But it's a longish story, and you might as well let me in.\n You will, you know, so why quibble about it? At least, you always", "You get away from him, finally, after some polite thanks. The building\n seems deserted and you wander up the stairs. There's a room on your", "You stumble down the stairs, feeling all the futuristic rays in the\n world on your back, and still nothing happens. Ahead of you, the gate" ], [ "future. Then the door opens, and the elevator says \"first\" back at us.", "You stumble down the stairs, feeling all the futuristic rays in the\n world on your back, and still nothing happens. Ahead of you, the gate", "That way, it isn't so bad. And you begin to see why I decided I might\n like to stay in the future. But all the same, the organized cooperation", "pretty easygoing civilization, from what I could see. We'll go up and\n I'll leave you. I like the looks of things here, so I won't be coming\n back with you.\"", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "But\n there is only a single picture of a dull-looking metal sphere, with\n passengers moving up a ramp, and the office is closed. You begin to get", "\"Downayer rien turn lefa the sign. Stoo bloss,\" he tells you. Around\n you, you hear some pretty normal English, but there are others using\n stuff as garbled as his. The educated and uneducated? I don't know.", "right filled with something that proclaims itself the first truly\n plastic diamond former, and you go up to it. As you come near, it\n goes through a crazy wiggle inside, stops turning out a continual row", "\"Nice,\" the guard says over your shoulder. \"It finally wore out one of\n the cathogrids and we had to replace that, but otherwise it's exactly", "dignified. Some of them can be decoded to stationery shops, fountains,\n and the like. What a zergot is, you don't know. You stop at a sign\n that announces:", "lower than they used to, apparently. Twenty floors up seems about the\n maximum. You head for it, and find the sidewalk is marked with the\n information that it is the museum.", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "Then there's a yell behind you. You don't wait. You put one leg in\n front of the other and you begin racing down the walk, ducking past", "\"I'm staying here,\" I tell you. \"This is like the things they wear in\n this century, as near as I can remember it, and I should be able to", "I'd told you that, too, but you've forgotten. \"As near as I can guess,\n it's about 2150. He told me, just as I'm telling you, that it's an\n interstellar civilization.\"", "coughing noise and the basement openings begin to click by us. There's\n no feeling of acceleration—some kind of false gravity they use in the", "\"Thanks,\" you mutter, wondering what kind of civilization can produce\n guards as polite as that. \"I—I'm told I should investigate your\n display of atomic generators.\"", "Then there's a sort of cough and something dilates in the wall. It\n forms a perfect door and the elevator stands there waiting. You get in,\n gulping out something about going all the way down, and then wonder how", "about that, either. Somebody reaches out a hand to catch you and you\n dart past.\nThe street is pretty clear now and you jolt along, with your arms", "Then the machine stops—at least, the field around us cuts off. You\n feel a dankish sort of air replace the stale air, and you breathe" ], [ "Right now, you're shocked. It's a real wrench when a man meets himself\n for the first time. Some kind of telepathy seems to work between two", "Well, the drinks are finished. You're woozy enough to go along with me\n without protest, and I want to find out just why those people up there\n came looking for you and shouting, before the time machine left.", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"", "And he is. He stands just inside the door of the building as you reach\n it. The stranger lifts an eyebrow and goes off at once when you nod", "along with me. You know, I could try to change things around by telling\n what happened to me; but he—I—told me what I was going to do, so I", "You get away from him, finally, after some polite thanks. The building\n seems deserted and you wander up the stairs. There's a room on your", "side of the generator, blowing a little whistle the cop hands him.\n Pedestrians begin to move aside, and you and the stranger jog down the", "you for some more information, which you give him at random. It seems\n to satisfy your amiable guard friend. He finally smiles in satisfaction\n and heads back to the museum.", "Then there's a yell behind you. You don't wait. You put one leg in\n front of the other and you begin racing down the walk, ducking past", "He beams at that. \"Of course.\" The gate is swung to behind you, but\n obviously he isn't locking it. In fact, there doesn't seem to be a", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "of the same people. You\nsense\nthings. So I'll simply go ahead talking\n for half an hour or so, until you get over it. After that you'll come", "\"Fine, fine. The mayor of Altasecarba—Centaurian, you know—is\n arriving, but I'll be back in about ten minutes. He wants to examine", "\"I'm staying here,\" I tell you. \"This is like the things they wear in\n this century, as near as I can remember it, and I should be able to", "machine out there now, you'd hear what I'm saying and know what will\n happen to you. But of course, just as I did, you're going to miss a", "That way, it isn't so bad. And you begin to see why I decided I might\n like to stay in the future. But all the same, the organized cooperation", "like him. But it's a longish story, and you might as well let me in.\n You will, you know, so why quibble about it? At least, you always", "The cop nods. \"Oh, that explains it. Fine, I won't have to give you\n an appearance schedule. But you should have come to me.\" He reaches", "So let's begin when you get up in half an hour and come out with me.\n You'll take a closer look at the machine, then. Yes, it'll be pretty" ], [ "Right now, you're shocked. It's a real wrench when a man meets himself\n for the first time. Some kind of telepathy seems to work between two", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"", "And he is. He stands just inside the door of the building as you reach\n it. The stranger lifts an eyebrow and goes off at once when you nod", "I'd told you that, too, but you've forgotten. \"As near as I can guess,\n it's about 2150. He told me, just as I'm telling you, that it's an\n interstellar civilization.\"", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "like him. But it's a longish story, and you might as well let me in.\n You will, you know, so why quibble about it? At least, you always", "Before long, your riches from the generator are piling in. Little\n kids from school are coming around to stare at the man who changed", "you for some more information, which you give him at random. It seems\n to satisfy your amiable guard friend. He finally smiles in satisfaction\n and heads back to the museum.", "lot of what I say from now on, and have to find out for yourself. But\n maybe some of it helps. I've tried to remember how much I remembered,", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "He beams at that. \"Of course.\" The gate is swung to behind you, but\n obviously he isn't locking it. In fact, there doesn't seem to be a", "Then there's a yell behind you. You don't wait. You put one leg in\n front of the other and you begin racing down the walk, ducking past", "of the same people. You\nsense\nthings. So I'll simply go ahead talking\n for half an hour or so, until you get over it. After that you'll come", "You get away from him, finally, after some polite thanks. The building\n seems deserted and you wander up the stairs. There's a room on your", "You nod, remembering I've told you about it. \"What century is this,\n anyway?\"", "me as you're having. Of course we have the same tastes—we're the same\n person. I'm you thirty years from now, or you're me. I remember just", "Lord, the genius of that twentieth century inventor! It's quite a\n hobby with me, sir. I've read everything I could get on the period.", "I let it go, and so do you. If you don't, it's a good way of going\n crazy. You'll see later why I couldn't have invented the machine. Of", "out and taps a pedestrian lightly on the shoulder. \"Sir, an emergency\n request. Would you help this gentleman?\"\nThe pedestrian grins, looks at his watch, and nods. \"How far?\"", "Oh—congratulations on your pronunciation. Sounds just like some of our\n oldest tapes.\"" ], [ "And he is. He stands just inside the door of the building as you reach\n it. The stranger lifts an eyebrow and goes off at once when you nod", "Right now, you're shocked. It's a real wrench when a man meets himself\n for the first time. Some kind of telepathy seems to work between two", "You did notice the name of the building from which you came and you\n mutter it. The stranger nods again, reaches out and picks up the other", "at him, not waiting for thanks. And the guard comes up, holding some\n dinkus in his hand, about the size of a big folding camera and not too", "machine out there now, you'd hear what I'm saying and know what will\n happen to you. But of course, just as I did, you're going to miss a", "like him. But it's a longish story, and you might as well let me in.\n You will, you know, so why quibble about it? At least, you always", "as the great inventor made it. And it still operates as well as ever.\n Like to have me tell you about it?\"", "Well, the drinks are finished. You're woozy enough to go along with me\n without protest, and I want to find out just why those people up there\n came looking for you and shouting, before the time machine left.", "along with me. You know, I could try to change things around by telling\n what happened to me; but he—I—told me what I was going to do, so I", "side of the generator, blowing a little whistle the cop hands him.\n Pedestrians begin to move aside, and you and the stranger jog down the", "Then there's a yell behind you. You don't wait. You put one leg in\n front of the other and you begin racing down the walk, ducking past", "He beams at that. \"Of course.\" The gate is swung to behind you, but\n obviously he isn't locking it. In fact, there doesn't seem to be a", "easier, though we're in complete darkness, except for the weak light in\n the machine, which always burns, and a few feet of rough dirty cement\n floor around. You take another cigaret from me and you get out of the", "You'll never know what the shouting was about—whether they finally\n doped out the fact that they'd been robbed, or whether they were trying", "of the same people. You\nsense\nthings. So I'll simply go ahead talking\n for half an hour or so, until you get over it. After that you'll come", "out and taps a pedestrian lightly on the shoulder. \"Sir, an emergency\n request. Would you help this gentleman?\"\nThe pedestrian grins, looks at his watch, and nods. \"How far?\"", "It's obviously a service elevator and we're in a dim corridor, with\n nobody around. I grab your hand and shake it. \"You go that way. Don't", "I let it go, and so do you. If you don't, it's a good way of going\n crazy. You'll see later why I couldn't have invented the machine. Of", "Well, you stagger down the corridor, looking out for the guard, but all\n seems clear. Then you hear his voice from the weapons room. You bend", "Before long, your riches from the generator are piling in. Little\n kids from school are coming around to stare at the man who changed" ] ]

[ "What do critiques 2 and 5 have in common?", "What theme would critiques 6 and 7 agree with?", "What would likely happen if Harris begins legally selling women's eggs?", "What isn't something Harris claims he'll do?", "What wouldn't 10 and 11 critics agree on?", "What would 12 and 13 critics agree on?", "What does 14 mention that no other critiques mention?", "Which word would the author not use to describe Harris?", "Which isn't true?" ]

[ [ "they both believe that the models won't be truthful", "they both believe that egg auctions will create beautiful babies", "they both believe that people will get their hopes too high", "they both believe that bad genes could come through" ], [ "beauty isn't everything", "people will do anything for beauty", "beauty is beneficial", "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" ], [ "he would have an influx of buyers", "he would have more egg donors than egg buyers", "he would make millions off of commissions", "no one would show interest in his website" ], [ "provide pictures of the egg donors", "guarantee the quality of the eggs he's selling", "take commission on all eggs sold", "make money off of monthly subscriptions" ], [ "Harris will do anything to make money", "Harris doesn't care about his donors", "Harris has gotten attention because of this plan", "Harris will make a lot of money from his website" ], [ "the internet needs to have a limit as to what it can do", "people are going to buy eggs and be disappointed", "buying and selling eggs online is unethical", "purchasing eggs online is a bad idea" ], [ "parents may be disappointed by the child born", "people aren't thinking about the long-term", "the children born may not be beautiful", "this may have a negative impact on the children" ], [ "shallow", "selfish", "intelligent", "motivated" ], [ "Ron Harris is looking for fame and fortune", "models aren't interested in giving Harris their eggs", "the critics don't agree with each other", "the critics believe the egg auction is bad" ] ]

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[ [ "This critique challenges", "and content of character.\" This critique is usually offered by", "is why. Here's what the critics have to say about", "Second, Harris assumes", "kind, eventually destroying her. Critics cite Elvis Presley and", "pretty cynical view of human nature.\") Second, if the child", "that are healthy and beautiful.\" Skeptics question this assumed equivalence,", "challenges two precepts of Harris' worldview. First, while pretending", "But this reply only fuels concern that gradually, society will", "Harris' detractors reply that beauty is \"superficial\" and conveys", "8. Beauty is less useful than intelligence. Harris advertises", "on one of the girls.\" He gets a 20 percent", "Sophisticated skeptics point out that Harris' application of Darwin's", "seems to have overlooked the crucial words: \"our genes.\" \"The", "observes ethicist George Annas. The experts give four reasons.", "put them up on the Web.\" To some critics, the", "Bruce Jennings. Therefore, \"we should think about\" whether to \"accept", "on the Internet, according to the critics, is not getting", "7. Beauty is less meaningful than intelligence. Harris says", "), and direct prurient visitors to his various porn sites." ], [ "and content of character.\" This critique is usually offered by", "is why. Here's what the critics have to say about", "This critique challenges", "6. Beauty doesn't convey health. Harris casually asserts that", "kind, eventually destroying her. Critics cite Elvis Presley and", "7. Beauty is less meaningful than intelligence. Harris says", "pretty cynical view of human nature.\") Second, if the child", "that are healthy and beautiful.\" Skeptics question this assumed equivalence,", "Harris for exalting social advantage over \"character,\" critics turn around", "site is an outrage. What they don't agree on is", "16. The power of beauty should be transcended, not", "challenges two precepts of Harris' worldview. First, while pretending", "Harris' detractors reply that beauty is \"superficial\" and conveys", "about human need. And human greed.\"", "But this reply only fuels concern that gradually, society will", "observes ethicist George Annas. The experts give four reasons.", "around and adopt his ruthless logic. While conceding that beauty", "seems to have overlooked the crucial words: \"our genes.\" \"The", "much on selfishness, but that he neglects it. He forgets", "put them up on the Web.\" To some critics, the" ], [ "her eggs. In turn, fertility clinic operators accuse Harris of", "week, soft-porn entrepreneur Ron Harris began auctioning the eggs of", "selling of eggs,\" one fertility expert complains to the New", "1. Egg auctions will produce designer babies. Harris cites", "purchases. The only thing worse than buying human eggs on", "your own designer baby by selling eggs,\" predict that his", "whether women who sell their eggs to the highest bidder--and", "has given his egg donors, Harris answered, \"None.\"", "ruthless will conceal this fact when selling her eggs. (One", "On this theory, children produced by the egg auction are", "genes. Others, he notes, have sold sperm and solicited eggs", "violates it by peddling strangers' eggs and encouraging the production", "eggs on the basis of the donor's intelligence. Harris'", "recently declared his intention to clone human beings, Harris has", "of a sperm bank or egg site,\" Fisher observes. This", "get our genes to the next generation.\" But Harris seems", "told the paper that selling eggs was \"better than prostitution.\"", "eggs?\" Alarmists, agreeing that Harris \"can put you into your", "babies. While fretting about what will happen if Harris succeeds,", "\"We bid for everything else in this society--why not eggs?\"" ], [ "To this, Harris replies, \"It is not our intention to", "challenges two precepts of Harris' worldview. First, while pretending", "Second, Harris assumes", "recently declared his intention to clone human beings, Harris has", "view, Harris' mistake is not that he focuses too much", "Harris claims his models are \"beautiful, healthy and intelligent,\" he", "(One of Harris' \"angels\" has already been caught lying about", "has given his egg donors, Harris answered, \"None.\"", "thinks Harris isn't targeting either buyers or sellers. He's", "get our genes to the next generation.\" But Harris seems", "babies. While fretting about what will happen if Harris succeeds,", "eggs?\" Alarmists, agreeing that Harris \"can put you into your", "the mystery isn't, as Harris suggests, how women throughout history", "a child produced by Harris' auction fails to turn out", "people agree that Harris is a creep and that his site", "not exploited. Harris preaches that the world rewards beauty because", "Harris' detractors reply that beauty is \"superficial\" and conveys", "the unfittest. Harris writes that only men with \"substantial financial", "Harris constantly refers", "about her age.) How does Harris know whether his models" ], [ "is why. Here's what the critics have to say about", "site is an outrage. What they don't agree on is", "kind, eventually destroying her. Critics cite Elvis Presley and", "and content of character.\" This critique is usually offered by", "11. The auction exploits voyeurs. The Washington Post thinks", "10. The auction exploits desperate sellers. By late Monday,", "put them up on the Web.\" To some critics, the", "pretty cynical view of human nature.\") Second, if the child", "on the Internet, according to the critics, is not getting", "This critique challenges", "says. Annas concludes that since there's \"no way to know", "that are healthy and beautiful.\" Skeptics question this assumed equivalence,", "seems to have overlooked the crucial words: \"our genes.\" \"The", "Harris' detractors reply that beauty is \"superficial\" and conveys", "on one of the girls.\" He gets a 20 percent", "about her age.) How does Harris know whether his models", "Sophisticated skeptics point out that Harris' application of Darwin's", "Harris for exalting social advantage over \"character,\" critics turn around", "observes ethicist George Annas. The experts give four reasons.", "(One of Harris' \"angels\" has already been caught lying about" ], [ "is why. Here's what the critics have to say about", "kind, eventually destroying her. 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While conceding that beauty", "Sophisticated skeptics point out that Harris' application of Darwin's", "on the Internet, according to the critics, is not getting", "Harris' detractors reply that beauty is \"superficial\" and conveys", "seems to have overlooked the crucial words: \"our genes.\" \"The", "reasons. First, the child of an ugly man and a", "16. The power of beauty should be transcended, not" ], [ "and content of character.\" This critique is usually offered by", "This critique challenges", "is why. Here's what the critics have to say about", "kind, eventually destroying her. Critics cite Elvis Presley and", "16. The power of beauty should be transcended, not", "observes ethicist George Annas. The experts give four reasons.", "much on selfishness, but that he neglects it. He forgets", "seems to have overlooked the crucial words: \"our genes.\" \"The", "11. The auction exploits voyeurs. The Washington Post thinks", "cites his experience as a horse breeder and asks, \"We", "view, Harris' mistake is not that he focuses too much", "that are healthy and beautiful.\" Skeptics question this assumed equivalence,", "not exploited. Harris preaches that the world rewards beauty because", "), and direct prurient visitors to his various porn sites.", "says. Annas concludes that since there's \"no way to know", "aren't quite like other animals, just as the rest of", "around and adopt his ruthless logic. While conceding that beauty", "14. Egg buyers will reap unintended consequences. Sophisticated", "genes. In defense of his auction, Harris quotes author Helen", "refers to the donors as his \"girls\" and describes them" ], [ "view, Harris' mistake is not that he focuses too much", "Harris constantly refers", "Harris claims his models are \"beautiful, healthy and intelligent,\" he", "Harris for exalting social advantage over \"character,\" critics turn around", "the unfittest. Harris writes that only men with \"substantial financial", "Harris' detractors reply that beauty is \"superficial\" and conveys", "To this, Harris replies, \"It is not our intention to", "challenges two precepts of Harris' worldview. First, while pretending", "not exploited. Harris preaches that the world rewards beauty because", "a child produced by Harris' auction fails to turn out", "Second, Harris assumes", "genes. In defense of his auction, Harris quotes author Helen", "thinks Harris isn't targeting either buyers or sellers. He's", "people agree that Harris is a creep and that his site", "has given his egg donors, Harris answered, \"None.\"", "eggs?\" Alarmists, agreeing that Harris \"can put you into your", "(One of Harris' \"angels\" has already been caught lying about", "get more attention, power, and favorable treatment. Having chided Harris", "babies. While fretting about what will happen if Harris succeeds,", "do Playboy or Penthouse .\" Harris' sole verified bidder told" ], [ "(One of Harris' \"angels\" has already been caught lying about", "says. Annas concludes that since there's \"no way to know", "He's not serious about selling eggs, says the Post .", "To this, Harris replies, \"It is not our intention to", "(which turned out to be a hoax), and a human", "girl and hope she tells you the truth,\" he says.", "succeeds, fertility experts simultaneously debunk that scenario. \"Not only is", "6. Beauty doesn't convey health. Harris casually asserts that", "vary with the culture. And they are social facts, not", "8. Beauty is less useful than intelligence. Harris advertises", "But this reply only fuels concern that gradually, society will", "that are healthy and beautiful.\" Skeptics question this assumed equivalence,", "7. Beauty is less meaningful than intelligence. Harris says", "Second, Harris assumes", "he doesn't seem to understand is that human beings aren't", "Harris' detractors reply that beauty is \"superficial\" and conveys", "challenges two precepts of Harris' worldview. First, while pretending", "Harris claims his models are \"beautiful, healthy and intelligent,\" he", "only one was verified as legitimate. On the other hand,", "not really genetics facts,\" says Hastings Center ethicist Bruce" ] ]

[ "Which isn't true of this test?", "Which word best describes the author's feeling about the test?", "What is something the testers weren't given?", "What isn't a generalization that can be made from the data?", "Which isn't true of the test results?", "What isn't true of Sam Adams?", "What isn't a conclusion drawn?" ]

[ [ "the beers being used were fancy", "all testers receive the same order of beers", "it has a small testing group", "the testers come from a diverse area" ], [ "methodical", "prestigious", "formal", "amusing" ], [ "Hefeweizens", "saltines", "an import beer", "10 cups" ], [ "the most expensive beers aren't always the best", "best is very subjective", "if all people dislike the same beer, they're likely to all like the same beer", "people can rank the same item differently on two separate days" ], [ "some people were able to identify the beer based on taste", "not all people knew beers as well as they thought they did", "American beers typically scored higher", "Hefeweizens were not popular among the testers" ], [ "it is a lager the testers liked", "it scored the highest on the previous test", "people scored it differently on the second test", "it was still considered one of the Bests" ], [ "Michelob Hefeweizen is a great beer for the cost", "Anheuser-Busch lived up to its popularity", "Sam Adams was easily identifiable", "Pyramid Hefeweizen is not worth the money" ] ]

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[ [ "and nothing else, since on the basis of this test", "test. Intellectual vanity being what it is, people who had", "This one is designed to test fancy beers--but in the", "of the second test was not to find the difference between", "If you're going to test imported lagers, try Foster's or Corona rather than Grolsch. \n\n Remember to stay strictly in the scientist's role. Don't take the test yourself.", "in a blind taste test is in fact what we", "Round 1. The nine testers who showed up were a", "was a Hefeweizen. Before the test, nine of nine would", "last time was not exactly \"accurate.\" If you want to", "3. \n\n Materials. The 10 test beers were chosen with several goals in mind:", "the tasters were given these and only these clues:", "free). It is safe to say that all tasters would", "a)", "of the first round of beer tasting.) The answer was:", "its place. But let's be realistic. Actual drinking experience teaches", "abilities, this second round of testing was advertised to the", "that this time they would \"do better\" on the test.", "Compared to the lager test, we would expect the range", "charts. Here it ends up with a score of less", "the power of a blind taste test. The third suggests" ], [ "test. Intellectual vanity being what it is, people who had", "that this time they would \"do better\" on the test.", "This expectation was most dramatically borne out in the \"Best", "of the first round of beer tasting.) The answer was:", "and nothing else, since on the basis of this test", "Descriptions of and comments about each beer's taste--\"smooth and nutty,\" \"too strong,\" etc. If the first ranking was a measure of how good each beer was, this was an attempt to explain what made it good.", "the actual testing more--fewer rueful beer descriptions along the lines", "was a Hefeweizen. Before the test, nine of nine would", "tasters knew. But each of these also got a Worst", "as a bitter. Much in the fashion of blind men", "a)", "Round 1. The nine testers who showed up were a", "light-colored and weak. The first test was designed to evaluate", "men describing an elephant, here is a how the testers", "Here is what happened and what it meant:", "1.", "in a blind taste test is in fact what we", "themselves were being judged while they judged the beer. One", "One of the tasters, No. 7, decided to live dangerously", "the tasters were given these and only these clues:" ], [ "the tasters were given these and only these clues:", "Round 1. The nine testers who showed up were a", "Tell the testers ahead of time what beers they", "all testers. Instead of saltines for palate-cleansing, this time", "testers had a hard time telling beers apart. The members", "tasters knew. But each of these also got a Worst", "of the tasters later said they weren't familiar with, and", "men describing an elephant, here is a how the testers", "The nine tasters", "was the most expensive in the test--and otherwise the testers", "of the second test was not to find the difference between", "were simply lost. Barely half the tasters, five of nine,", "options they receive) would assume that their skill as tasters", "tasters was on trial, just as much as the beer", "test. Intellectual vanity being what it is, people who had", "each tester found before him on a table 10 red", "and nothing else, since on the basis of this test", "that beer! The tasters were told that some", "abilities, this second round of testing was advertised to the", "in a blind taste test is in fact what we" ], [ "4. Data Analysis.", "Descriptions of and comments about each beer's taste--\"smooth and nutty,\" \"too strong,\" etc. If the first ranking was a measure of how good each beer was, this was an attempt to explain what made it good.", "1.", "the tasters were given these and only these clues:", "doesn't mean that from then on you should close your", "charts. Here it ends up with a score of less", "Next, we have \"corrected average preference points,\" throwing out the high and low marks for each beer. The result is basically the same:", "a)", "of the second test was not to find the difference between", "free). It is safe to say that all tasters would", "last time was not exactly \"accurate.\" If you want to", "conclusion is obvious. We learned from the first experiment to", "3. \n\n Materials. The 10 test beers were chosen with several goals in mind:", "c)", "tasters knew. But each of these also got a Worst", "and nothing else, since on the basis of this test", "This table shows how the beers performed on \"raw score\"--that is, without the advanced statistical adjustment of throwing out the highest and lowest score each beer received.", "One of the tasters, No. 7, decided to live dangerously", "The results were clearest at the bottom: three Worsts for Pyramid Hefeweizen , even though most comments about the beer were more or less respectful. (\"Bitter, drinkable.\") But at the top and middle the situation was muddier:", "list. Let's go to the charts:" ], [ "and nothing else, since on the basis of this test", "test. Intellectual vanity being what it is, people who had", "of the second test was not to find the difference between", "Round 1. The nine testers who showed up were a", "was a Hefeweizen. 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(Tester No. 1 turned in a sheet with", "last time was not exactly \"accurate.\" If you want to", "in a blind taste test is in fact what we", "Descriptions of and comments about each beer's taste--\"smooth and nutty,\" \"too strong,\" etc. If the first ranking was a measure of how good each beer was, this was an attempt to explain what made it good.", "the tasters were given these and only these clues:", "of the first round of beer tasting.) The answer was:", "This one is designed to test fancy beers--but in the", "Next, we have \"corrected average preference points,\" throwing out the high and low marks for each beer. The result is basically the same:", "tasters knew. But each of these also got a Worst", "One of the tasters, No. 7, decided to live dangerously", "free). It is safe to say that all tasters would" ], [ "it was wrong to impugn Sam Adams or Pete's Wicked", "worth noting the fate of Sam Adams on these charts.", "was: They found one beer they really liked, Samuel Adams", "Adams Boston Lager , and one they really hated, imported", "To include one holdover from the previous test, as a scientific control on our tasters' preferences. This was Sam Adams , runaway winner of Round 1.", "that the flight included one \"holdover\" beer from the previous round (Sam Adams); \n\n that it included at least one import (Bass);", "small pond. These same tasters thought that Sam Adams was", "Three tasters thought Sam Adams was an IPA ; two", "beer was. Of course they were right, which is what", "to buy either Sam Adams (when we wanted maximum lager", "testers handled Sam Adams Boston Lager :", "After sampling all beers, the tasters rated them as follows:", "This was also the only outright Anheuser-Busch product in", "of the first round of beer tasting.) The answer was:", "the beers accurately and specifically. (He spotted Redhook IPA and", "Next, we have \"corrected average preference points,\" throwing out the high and low marks for each beer. The result is basically the same:", "The results were clearest at the bottom: three Worsts for Pyramid Hefeweizen , even though most comments about the beer were more or less respectful. (\"Bitter, drinkable.\") But at the top and middle the situation was muddier:", "be Anheuser-Busch . From its brewing tanks came two of", "and Redhook ESB.) The fact that the beers correctly identified", "Busch and Schmidt's." ], [ "doesn't mean that from then on you should close your", "conclusion is obvious. We learned from the first experiment to", "of the second test was not to find the difference between", "a)", "charts. Here it ends up with a score of less", "c)", "the tasters were given these and only these clues:", "1.", "course, there is another possibility: that what is excluded in", "and nothing else, since on the basis of this test", "Here is what happened and what it meant:", "b)", "One of the tasters, No. 7, decided to live dangerously", "d)", "The point of", "Many others were", "its place. But let's be realistic. Actual drinking experience teaches", "the complications increase. The loser was again apparent: Pyramid", "5. Implications and Directions for Future Research. Science does not always answer questions; often, it raises many new ones. This excursion into beer science mainly raises the question: What kind of people are we?", "that the flight included one \"holdover\" beer from the previous round (Sam Adams); \n\n that it included at least one import (Bass);" ] ]

[ "Why has UFC moved to smaller locations over the course of its history?", "Why does modern UFC not have stories to follow?", "Which of these things contributed most to the lowered audience for UFC?", "What motivated Sen. John McCain to push back against UFC?", "How was the start of UFC a learning experience?", "What is the point of the discussion of boxing gloves?", "What could have spurred the American Medical Association recommending a ban against UFC?", "How was the imposition of weight classes probably recieved by fans?", "What was likely the biggest impact of the lawsuits against the UFC?" ]

[ [ "Over time, popularity decreased enough that these are the only places fights can happen", "This way, UFC fits in with public perception driven by movies like Fight Club, which is more true to its roots", "The fans are dedicated to their small local stadiums prefer to not have matches televised", "It is now illegal to have UFC matches in large stadiums for safety reasons" ], [ "It is televised less often, and the more popular components of the sport are no longer around", "The rules constantly change, so the story starts over every new season\t", "It was a more compelling story without the new gloves and ropes instead of chains--it's too flashy now, and the fans like the raw people\t", "The fighters who were around when UFC first became popular were dedicated to their characters, but the contemporary fighters didn't care about this aspect of the sport\t" ], [ "The better fighters were too expensive, so when they moved abroad the fanbase fell through", "The scoring system defeated the purpose of the no-holds-barred sport which made it less exciting to watch", "Other sports became more popular, and UFC ended up as another fad, leaving the fighters to return to their original combat sports", "Misconceptions about the safety of the sport drove political spats that kicked UFC out of the spotlight" ], [ "He was a bigger fan of boxing and thought UFC was taking the spotlight", "He thought UFC seemed more violent than other sports and was disgusted enough to revolt", "He had pressure from the television networks to take UFC off the air because it was too violent", "He thought all combat sports were dangerous and couldn't stand to see all of the violence televised" ], [ "The fighters learned the hard way that not restricting to one combat type was too dangerous", "It turned out that new types of combat sports are not favored on network TV, and there was not enough of a following for it to ever be popular", "Assumptions about which fighting styles would be most beneficial in the real world were challenged", "It turned out that the octagonal style of the ring was much harder to fight in than the square of a boxing ring" ], [ "Boxing gloves should have been incorporated into UFC much earlier, because it would have been a familiar component for prospective fans to latch onto", "Boxing gloves exemplify the types of misunderstandings about UFC that drove its biggest naysayers", "The boxing gloves are an important aesthetic choice, and having an accessory unique to a sport makes it easier to garner a fan base", "It was important to understand how dangerous boxing is, which could be why many boxers moved to UFC over time" ], [ "There was general political pressure to disfavor the sport, independent of its safety", "The \"up close and personal\" style of fighting meant that fighters were much more prone to catching sickness from each other, compared to boxing and other sports", "Private money that could have been going to scientific research was being moved to UFC advertisements, and they wanted to change the discussion", "Too many people had been seriously injured, so once someone was killed, something had to be done" ], [ "It was upsetting because it made the matches end much more quickly, decreasing entertainment value", "They were never officially imposed, because they went against the original motivation for UFC to begin with", "They thought it was safer to even the odds, so even though it was less surprising, the fans went with it", "It was one of many things that decreased the appeal of UFC over time" ], [ "Being in a legal battle doesn't look good, and it made the fans distrust the organizations promoting UFC", "The cost of the lawsuits drained the resources of the promoters so they didn't have the money for ads, fighters, and venues", "The lawsuits took up so much time that fights were delayed long past when the fans were willing to wait until", "The UFC's lawyers were tied up in TV network disputes, and were too busy to guarantee good contracts for the fighters" ] ]

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[ [ "in legal fees. The UFC was exiled from mega-arenas", "the UFC from the lucrative casino market. (One public TV", "from 300,000 per show to 15,000. UFC can", "The UFC promoted itself less as a serious sport than", "UFC began in", "When you compare UFC now to what it was, the", "1) UFC only aired on pay-per-view, so children could", "the Ultimate Fighting Championship. UFC's flameout from national sensation", "(a purely cosmetic change). The UFC imposed weight classes, ending", "past two years, an increasingly desperate UFC has been trying", "UFC fell victim", "as fans like to call it. UFC fights could be", "have become pro wrestlers. Fights have deteriorated. UFC is", "\"It was a very cheap way for the cable companies to portray themselves as anti-violence. 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[ "What is the moral of the parable of the six Vergios?", "Where are the characters from?", "What is the Carstar thing?", "What will happen during the Changing of Wives?", "What might John intend to do to the captain?", "Where is the ship sailing?", "Why does the Captain resist marrying Wanda?" ]

[ [ "Secrecy makes for a long life.", "Duty first, then Reward.", "Fools live; the wise die.", "Fools die; the wise live." ], [ "The land of Meizque.", "The city-state of Koltah.", "They all live aboard a ship.", "Different city-states within the whole system." ], [ "Someone was killed.", "A person attempted to avoid duty by hastening to the Reward. ", "There was questionable intent.", "He had a very pretty wife." ], [ "Jane will be paired with Nestir.", "All participants will be in an arena.", "Crewman and officers will not mingle.", "Wanda will be paired with the Captain." ], [ "Tell him that he is tired of sailing.", "Kill him with a saber.", "Offer his help in the control room.", "Ask him to steer the ship back to a city-state." ], [ "In Koltah.", "In the province of San Xalthan.", "Underwater.", "Somewhere in deep space." ], [ "Because she is sixteen.", "Because she carries a doll around with her.", "Because she is the daughter of a crewman. ", "Because she is dim-witted." ] ]

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[ [ "\"It puts me in mind of the parable of the six Vergios.\"\n\n\n Joanne Marie's husband sighed deeply.", "sores. For which the three wise Vergios were passing grateful. And\n within the last week, they were dead of infection. But three were\n foolish and hid their sores; and these three did live.\"", "\"And like the three wise Vergios who went to the Prophet, one of the\n crewmen came to me. He came to me, and he said: 'Father, I am weary of\n sailing.'", "\"Three, you will recall, were wise. When Prophet was at Meizque, they\n came to him and said, 'Prophet, we are afflicted. We have great sores", "\"I want you all to remember that little story. I want you all to take\n it away from here with you and think about it, tonight, in the privacy\n of your cabins.", "\"Now, don't you think I don't know that. Every one of you—every\n blessed one of you—is weary of sailing. I know that as well as I know\n my own name, yes.", "upon our bodies.' The Prophet looked at them and did see that it\nwas\ntrue. Then he blessed them and took out His knife and lay open their", "At that moment, he lost interest in his wife and leaned across the\n table toward the captain, \"Well?\" he asked.\n\n\n The captain rolled the wine over his tongue. \"You were right, of\n course.\"", "\"Justice is a priestly virtue,\" Harry said.\n\n\n \"And you really think your wife would...?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, yes, Father.\"", "\"But because he came to me and said, 'Father, I am weary of sailing,'\n I went to the captain, and I said, 'Captain, the men are weary of\n sailing.'", "\"Oh, not at all,\" the third mate's wife said. \"I did it to make him\n stop crying.\"\n\n\n \"Well, in that case, I see no reason why he shouldn't get his Reward.\"", "\"She's so young....\"\n\n\n \"Sixteen, Father.\"\n\n\n \"After all, one must have done some duty,\" the captain said.", "Nestir cleared his throat. \"It was about the Casting Off. That's why\n I called you all together today.\" He stared away, at a point over the\n head and to the rear of the audience.", "\"All right, so I am. But it's true. And if Carstar hadn't been killed,\n there would have been two short.\" She shot a wicked glance at Nestir.\n \"Why don't you and him share a woman—\"", "\"This problem of Carstar interests me,\" the third mate said. \"Did I\n ever tell you about my wife? She strangled our second baby.\"\n\n\n \"He was a very annoying child,\" his wife said.", "\"I mean, as much as to say: 'Well, I raised all of mine.'\"\n\n\n \"But honey, about little Glenn. That was an accident, almost. You\n didn't really mean to choke him that hard.\"", "y'know: almost equal to the very Reward. Anticipation should spur man\n in duty. It's all noble and self sacrificing.\" He scratched the back of\n his right hand.", "\"That's just what I wanted to see you about, Father,\" the crewman said.\n \"Now, in my city state of Ni, for the Festivals, we....\"\n\n\n \"Shut up,\" said the captain softly.", "\"Yes, very.\" Nestir agreed. \"But as I was saying, if it could be\n proven that the culstem fell due to no negligence on his part, either", "\"The problem, my dear Helen,\" he said, \"is one of intent. To raise\n the issue of concomitant agonies is to confuse the whole matter. For" ], [ "\"About three thousand years ago, a family by the name of Soong was\n forced to flee from the city of Xan because the eldest son of the", "\"Now, don't you think I don't know that. Every one of you—every\n blessed one of you—is weary of sailing. I know that as well as I know\n my own name, yes.", "Nestir waved his hands. \"Well, I just want to tell you: I come from\n Koltah. And you know that Koltah never let any city state outdo her in\n a Festival, uh-huh.", "\"Three, you will recall, were wise. When Prophet was at Meizque, they\n came to him and said, 'Prophet, we are afflicted. We have great sores", "\"And like the three wise Vergios who went to the Prophet, one of the\n crewmen came to me. He came to me, and he said: 'Father, I am weary of\n sailing.'", "\"This problem of Carstar interests me,\" the third mate said. \"Did I\n ever tell you about my wife? She strangled our second baby.\"\n\n\n \"He was a very annoying child,\" his wife said.", "Nestir bobbed his shiny head at them and beamed his cherubic smile. And\n noticed that there was a little blonde, one of the crewmen's wives, in\n the front row that had very cute ankles.", "\"She's so young....\"\n\n\n \"Sixteen, Father.\"\n\n\n \"After all, one must have done some duty,\" the captain said.", "\"Men,\" he said. And then, more loudly, \"Men!\"\n\n\n The hiss and sputter of conversation guttered away.\n\n\n \"Men,\" he said.", "\"I certainly hope so,\" the third mate said. \"Jane worries about it all\n the time.\"\n\n\n \"I do not,\" Jane contradicted.\n\n\n \"Now, honey, you know you do so.\"", "\"All right, so I am. But it's true. And if Carstar hadn't been killed,\n there would have been two short.\" She shot a wicked glance at Nestir.\n \"Why don't you and him share a woman—\"", "Nestir cleared his throat. \"It was about the Casting Off. That's why\n I called you all together today.\" He stared away, at a point over the\n head and to the rear of the audience.", "The crewman closed the door after him.\nHe had been gone only a moment, scarcely time for Nestir to get\n properly launched on his account, when Harry, the third mate, knocked\n on the door and was admitted.", "\"I want you all to remember that little story. I want you all to take\n it away from here with you and think about it, tonight, in the privacy\n of your cabins.", "\"Sorry, old fellow. She's got it in her head to take Nestir.\" He\n shrugged. \"I don't exactly approve, of course, but ... I'm sure if he", "\"Those, Madam,\" he said, \"are priceless drapes I had imported from the\n province of San Xalthan. They have a long, strange history.", "\"Yes. She's sixteen, now.\"\n\n\n \"Wanda who?\" the steward asked.\n\n\n \"Wanda Miller, the bosun's daughter.\"", "sores. For which the three wise Vergios were passing grateful. And\n within the last week, they were dead of infection. But three were\n foolish and hid their sores; and these three did live.\"", "\"Wanda, listen to me.\"\n\n\n \"I'm a-listenin', Haireee.\"", "\"Be still,\" his wife said. \"People's lookin' at ya.\"\n\n\n \"I don't care a smidgen,\" he said, \"if en they ayre.\"" ], [ "\"I say. Have you decided on this Carstar thing yet, Father?\"\n\n\n The little priest looked up. He laid his knife across the rim of his\n plate. \"It has ramifications,\" he said.", "\"All right, so I am. But it's true. And if Carstar hadn't been killed,\n there would have been two short.\" She shot a wicked glance at Nestir.\n \"Why don't you and him share a woman—\"", "\"That,\" said Nestir, \"is not at all like the Carstar case. Not at all.\n Yours is a question of\nsaliex y cuminzund\n.\"\n\n\n The first mate nodded.", "\"This problem of Carstar interests me,\" the third mate said. \"Did I\n ever tell you about my wife? She strangled our second baby.\"\n\n\n \"He was a very annoying child,\" his wife said.", "\"I don't know, yet. He's thinking about it. That's why I want to see\n you. He's going to check your record. And Wanda?\"\n\n\n \"Them stars shore are purty.\"", "Having done that, he switched on the space viewer. The steady buzz of\n the equipment warming sounded in his ears. Wanda would be sure to want\n to look at the stars. She was simple minded.\n\n\n \"Hello.\"", "Nestir cleared his throat. \"It was about the Casting Off. That's why\n I called you all together today.\" He stared away, at a point over the\n head and to the rear of the audience.", "can we have here on this ship?' You are thinking: 'What a fine\n thing—ah, what a good thing, that is—ah, how nice it would be to have\n the Casting Off at home, among friends.'\"", "\"I don't like 'em anyway,\" said Wanda.\n\n\n \"Madam,\" said the captain, \"kindly bring me that.\"\n\n\n \"This?\"", "\"I think that can be arranged, however,\" said Nestir. \"If you go by the\n mess hall on your way out, please tell the captain we can continue our\n discussion at his pleasure.\"\nIV", "hain't got no luck. I've spent more years un all ya, carpenterin' up a\n duty log that's better un even th' captain's. An' hit's Martha an' me", "the whole game, y'know.\" He scratched the back of his left hand. \"Duty.\n And I must say, I think you're being quite short-sighted about the", "way you want it done. I want you to be proud of this Casting Off\n Festival, so you can look back on it and say, uh, uh—this day was the\n real high point of your whole life!\"", "It was a very fine stateroom. The finest, but for Nestir's, in the\n whole ship. The velvet and gold drapes (his single esthetic joy) were", "He replaced the microphone. He reached over and threw the forward\n firing lever. The jet lights came on and the ship began to brake\n acceleration again.", "\"That's just what I wanted to see you about, Father,\" the crewman said.\n \"Now, in my city state of Ni, for the Festivals, we....\"\n\n\n \"Shut up,\" said the captain softly.", "Nestir picked up his knife and fork and cut off a piece of meat.\n \"Hummmm,\" he said. \"It's hard to say. The whole issue involves, as a", "\"No ... Quiet tonight. Had to cut the motors an hour ago. Control\n technician passed out.\"\n\n\n \"Oh?\"", "\"Sit down, Captain,\" said Nestir, when the captain entered. \"No. Over\n there, in the comfortable chair. There. Are you comfortable, Captain?\"\n\n\n \"Of course I am.\"", "way. Have I told you what I intend to do to the captain? I've got it\n all thought out. You know that saber I picked up on Queglat? Well....\"" ], [ "\"I thought so. Well, remember this, dear: It isn't the day of the\n Changing of the Wives yet. Don't forget.\"\n\n\n \"Honey! You don't think for a minute that....\"", "\"I think, with the proper ... ah ... you know. What I mean is, I think\n she might look with favor on you in the Changing of the Wives, if I\n said a few well chosen words in your behalf.\"", "\"He wants you to sign it so he can take her in the Changing of the\n Wives,\" Jane said.\n\n\n Nestir fidgeted uncomfortably. \"Well, I'll look at her record,\" he\n said.", "\"That is to say, in order for a woman to join in the ritual of the\n Changing of the Wives, she must, ahem, be married.\"", "\"Oh, very,\" said the steward.\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" the second mate's wife said, \"whether you better count\n on my husband or not. I have my own plans for him.\"", "\"Listen,\" the third mate said, \"the second's right. If you don't sign\n it, someone will have to do without a woman.\"", "\"Martha!\"\n\n\n \"Although the Prophet knows what woman in her right mind would consent\n to....\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" said Nestir hesitantly.", "\"Well, then, say the first day of Wenslaus, that would be—ah, a\n Zentahday—I may depend upon you to wed Wanda Miller, the bosun's\n daughter, yes?\"", "\"Sorry, old fellow. She's got it in her head to take Nestir.\" He\n shrugged. \"I don't exactly approve, of course, but ... I'm sure if he", "\"I mean, the girls might think a man gets rusty.\"\n\n\n \"I see what you mean.\" Nestir blinked his eyes. \"It wouldn't be fair,\n all things considered.\"", "\"Say. Harry. Do you suppose your wife would...?\"\nHarry crossed to the second mate and put a hand on his shoulder.", "\"All right, so I am. But it's true. And if Carstar hadn't been killed,\n there would have been two short.\" She shot a wicked glance at Nestir.\n \"Why don't you and him share a woman—\"", "\"I certainly hope so,\" the third mate said. \"Jane worries about it all\n the time.\"\n\n\n \"I do not,\" Jane contradicted.\n\n\n \"Now, honey, you know you do so.\"", "At that moment, he lost interest in his wife and leaned across the\n table toward the captain, \"Well?\" he asked.\n\n\n The captain rolled the wine over his tongue. \"You were right, of\n course.\"", "upon our bodies.' The Prophet looked at them and did see that it\nwas\ntrue. Then he blessed them and took out His knife and lay open their", "\"Justice is a priestly virtue,\" Harry said.\n\n\n \"And you really think your wife would...?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, yes, Father.\"", "\"Now, don't you think I don't know that. Every one of you—every\n blessed one of you—is weary of sailing. I know that as well as I know\n my own name, yes.", "Nestir shook his head. \"The crew and the officers will participate\n together in the Festival. I will not put the officers' corridor off\n limits, and—Oh! Yes? Come in!\"\n\n\n The door opened. \"Father?\"", "\"This problem of Carstar interests me,\" the third mate said. \"Did I\n ever tell you about my wife? She strangled our second baby.\"\n\n\n \"He was a very annoying child,\" his wife said.", "\"Plague take it, Father! Really, now, I must say. The Synod of Cathau!\n Certainly you've misinterpreted that. Anticipation can be a joy," ], [ "leave that to me. I assure you, I have in mind a most ingenious\n method.\"\nThe captain was not visibly cheered; he was still brooding about the", "way. Have I told you what I intend to do to the captain? I've got it\n all thought out. You know that saber I picked up on Queglat? Well....\"", "\"It seems to me that the whole thing would depend on the intent of the\n strangler.\"\n\n\n \"Captain,\" the steward said, \"you really must let me give you some of\n that salve.\"", "The captain stood up, adjusted his coat and his shoulders, and walked\n across the room to the dressing table. He opened the left-hand drawer,\n removed a bottle, poured himself half a water-glass full and drank it\n off.", "\"Very probably,\" he said sadly.\n\n\n \"I don't think hit'll do hit,\" the first mate said. \"He hain't shook\n hard enough to matter.\"", "The captain twisted the bottle savagely, and the cork came free with a\n little pop. He removed the cork from between his teeth, placed it very\n carefully beside his fork, and poured himself a full glass of the wine.", "\"Now, dear,\" said Joanne Marie, \"the captain can hear ya, if you're\n gonna talk so loud.\"", "At that moment, he lost interest in his wife and leaned across the\n table toward the captain, \"Well?\" he asked.\n\n\n The captain rolled the wine over his tongue. \"You were right, of\n course.\"", "\"Sit down, Captain,\" said Nestir, when the captain entered. \"No. Over\n there, in the comfortable chair. There. Are you comfortable, Captain?\"\n\n\n \"Of course I am.\"", "\"Captain! I fear I must be very severe with you. I will be forced to\n announce in the mess hall this evening that you have refused to do\n your duty when it was plainly and properly called to your attention.\"", "\"I'll call you when I'm through,\" said Harry.\n\n\n The captain left the room.\n\n\n \"It's about Wanda, Father,\" said the third mate.", "was studiously ignoring the crew. This confined his field of vision to\n the left half of the recreation area. While the priest stood before the\n speaker's rostrum waiting for silence, the captain reached back with", "\"Very well, Father,\" the captain said after several minutes. \"I will do\n it.\"", "\"Oh, very,\" said the steward.\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" the second mate's wife said, \"whether you better count\n on my husband or not. I have my own plans for him.\"", "\"Well, I had hoped to see the Father for a minute on ... private\n business.\"\n\n\n \"I have to be toddling along,\" said the captain.", "\"You tell 'im!\" someone said from two rows behind him.\nThe captain, in the officer's section, sat very straight and tall. He", "\"But because he came to me and said, 'Father, I am weary of sailing,'\n I went to the captain, and I said, 'Captain, the men are weary of\n sailing.'", "The captain said, \"Oh, don't be unreasonable, Father. After all, this\n is a ship, y'know. And I am, after all, the captain.\"", "Harry continued on to the control room.\n\n\n When he entered it, the second mate was yawning.\n\n\n \"Hi, John. Sleepy?\"", "The second mate had been trying to get a word in edgewise for several\n minutes; he finally succeeded by utilizing the temporary silence\n following the captain's outburst." ], [ "\"Now, don't you think I don't know that. Every one of you—every\n blessed one of you—is weary of sailing. I know that as well as I know\n my own name, yes.", "\"But because he came to me and said, 'Father, I am weary of sailing,'\n I went to the captain, and I said, 'Captain, the men are weary of\n sailing.'", "The captain said, \"Oh, don't be unreasonable, Father. After all, this\n is a ship, y'know. And I am, after all, the captain.\"", "\"And like the three wise Vergios who went to the Prophet, one of the\n crewmen came to me. He came to me, and he said: 'Father, I am weary of\n sailing.'", "\"I'll call you when I'm through,\" said Harry.\n\n\n The captain left the room.\n\n\n \"It's about Wanda, Father,\" said the third mate.", "\"I certainly hope so,\" the third mate said. \"Jane worries about it all\n the time.\"\n\n\n \"I do not,\" Jane contradicted.\n\n\n \"Now, honey, you know you do so.\"", "can we have here on this ship?' You are thinking: 'What a fine\n thing—ah, what a good thing, that is—ah, how nice it would be to have\n the Casting Off at home, among friends.'\"", "It was a very fine stateroom. The finest, but for Nestir's, in the\n whole ship. The velvet and gold drapes (his single esthetic joy) were", "\"Yes, he said, 'I am weary of sailing.'", "Dinner that evening was a gala occasion aboard the ship. The steward\n ordered the holiday feast prepared in celebration of Nestir's", "leave that to me. I assure you, I have in mind a most ingenious\n method.\"\nThe captain was not visibly cheered; he was still brooding about the", "\"She's so young....\"\n\n\n \"Sixteen, Father.\"\n\n\n \"After all, one must have done some duty,\" the captain said.", "The crewman closed the door after him.\nHe had been gone only a moment, scarcely time for Nestir to get\n properly launched on his account, when Harry, the third mate, knocked\n on the door and was admitted.", "\"And then the captain said: 'All right, Father,' he said, 'I will set\n the day for the Festival of the Casting Off!'\"", "\"Well, I had hoped to see the Father for a minute on ... private\n business.\"\n\n\n \"I have to be toddling along,\" said the captain.", "Nestir bobbed his shiny head at them and beamed his cherubic smile. And\n noticed that there was a little blonde, one of the crewmen's wives, in\n the front row that had very cute ankles.", "\"Very probably,\" he said sadly.\n\n\n \"I don't think hit'll do hit,\" the first mate said. \"He hain't shook\n hard enough to matter.\"", "Casting Off date. After all, it's not only a question of\nhow\nwe go,\n but also a question of leaving only after having done our duty. And", "\"I know her,\" Helen said.\n\n\n \"She's the oldest child on the ship, and she wants you to sign her\n adult petition so she can be in the Festival, Father.\"", "He jogged up the companionway, turned left and felt the air as fresh as\n spring when he stepped under the great ventilator.\n\n\n And beneath it lay one of the crew." ], [ "\"I don't like 'em anyway,\" said Wanda.\n\n\n \"Madam,\" said the captain, \"kindly bring me that.\"\n\n\n \"This?\"", "\"No,\" said the captain.\n\n\n \"Come now, sir. I realize she is the daughter of a crewman, but—\"", "\"Husband,\" Wanda said simply. She closed the door behind her and stood\n staring at him.", "At that moment, he lost interest in his wife and leaned across the\n table toward the captain, \"Well?\" he asked.\n\n\n The captain rolled the wine over his tongue. \"You were right, of\n course.\"", "\"I'll call you when I'm through,\" said Harry.\n\n\n The captain left the room.\n\n\n \"It's about Wanda, Father,\" said the third mate.", "\"Well, then, say the first day of Wenslaus, that would be—ah, a\n Zentahday—I may depend upon you to wed Wanda Miller, the bosun's\n daughter, yes?\"", "\"I don't know, yet. He's thinking about it. That's why I want to see\n you. He's going to check your record. And Wanda?\"\n\n\n \"Them stars shore are purty.\"", "The captain said, \"Oh, don't be unreasonable, Father. After all, this\n is a ship, y'know. And I am, after all, the captain.\"", "The captain picked up the glass, brought it toward his lips—then,\n suddenly having thought of something, he put it back down and turned to\n Nestir.", "\"Oh? Good morning, Captain. I didn't know you were here.\" Then, to the\n priest: \"I'll come back later, Father.\"\n\n\n \"Nonsense,\" said the captain. \"Come in.\"", "The second mate blew another smoke ring.\n\n\n \"Well,\" Harry said.\n\n\n \"Uh. Harry? Are you really going to take that Wanda girl?\"", "leave that to me. I assure you, I have in mind a most ingenious\n method.\"\nThe captain was not visibly cheered; he was still brooding about the", "\"Wanda, listen to me.\"\n\n\n \"I'm a-listenin', Haireee.\"", "\"Look. How about telling me another time?\"\n\n\n \"Uh, Sure. If you say so. Uh?\"\n\n\n \"I'm kind of expecting Wanda.\"", "\"But because he came to me and said, 'Father, I am weary of sailing,'\n I went to the captain, and I said, 'Captain, the men are weary of\n sailing.'", "\"Captain! I fear I must be very severe with you. I will be forced to\n announce in the mess hall this evening that you have refused to do\n your duty when it was plainly and properly called to your attention.\"", "\"Now, dear,\" said Joanne Marie, \"the captain can hear ya, if you're\n gonna talk so loud.\"", "He was trembling slightly.\nThat morning was to be the time of the captain's wedding. He had", "\"Oh, very,\" said the steward.\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" the second mate's wife said, \"whether you better count\n on my husband or not. I have my own plans for him.\"", "\"There wouldn't be one short if\nhe\nhad brought a wife,\" the first\n mate's wife said, looking squarely at the captain." ] ]

[ "What is the Shopping Avenger's Achilles' heel?", "Why is U-Haul mentioned at all?", "According to the writer, what do all airlines except Southwest have in common?", "What does the Shopping Avenger serve as in the process of disputing claims?", "Who is Tad?", "What is the general tone of this writing genre?", "What term best describes this writing?", "Why is the main character called the \"Shopping Avenger\"?", "What is the Shopping Avenger susceptible not to withstand?" ]

[ [ "Materialism.", "Neither animal, vegetable, or mineral but something something less organic.", "Abstract conceptualization.", "Not an animal but the idea of an animal." ], [ "To make a joke.", "To advocate for Budget.", "To critique their service.", "To exemplify the Shopping Avenger's greatness." ], [ "They intentionally attempt to anger their clientele.", "They actually work.", "They make money.", "They intentionally seek to lose customers' baggage." ], [ "Informant.", "Judge and jury.", "Legal counsel.", "Mediator." ], [ "A law informant.", "Robin.", "A deputed officer.", "The Shopping Avenger's sidekick." ], [ "Sorrowful.", "Academic.", "Ironic.", "Infuriated." ], [ "Editorial.", "Essay.", "Satire.", "Literary criticism." ], [ "Because he is a real-life superhero.", "Because he seeks justice for consumers.", "Because he works with Tad.", "Because he avenges shoppers who made poor choices when purchasing goods." ], [ "Life-threatening weather.", "Radiation.", "Bear attacks.", "Critical self-reflection." ] ]

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The Shopping Avenger dispatched his", "The Shopping Avenger will undoubtedly return to the sorry state of affairs at U-Haul in the next episode, but now on to this month's airline debacle.", "Shopping Avenger is pleased to note that several correspondents have", "The story of M. reminds the Shopping Avenger of a central truth of consumer service: It's not the crime, it's the cover-up.", "back saying she thought the Shopping Avenger was asking for", "story, see \"Shopping Avenger\" column and one.)", "for \"policy information.\" The Shopping Avenger e-mailed back again,", "readers will recall that last month the Shopping Avenger praised", "Shopping Avenger were not, for a superhero, extremely nonjudgmental--as", "the Shopping Avenger at gunpoint to read a series of", "materialistic '90s. The Shopping Avenger felt that perhaps he" ], [ "he had tried to rent from U-Haul, he never would", "a moving truck with U-Haul for the big day. I", "everything U-Haul is not.\"", "never tried to rent a truck from U-Haul. If he", "It's Time To Keelhaul U-Haul!", "I warned my brother about U-Haul's 'not really a", "president of U-Haul), and that Southwest was precipitously close", "spokeswoman Johna Burke explaining why U-Haul refuses to provide", "went to U-Haul with my brother to get our 'reserved'", "Avenger has still not received a call from U-Haul spokeswoman", "about U-Haul's nonreservation reservation policy continue to pour in", "The Shopping Avenger will undoubtedly return to the sorry state of affairs at U-Haul in the next episode, but now on to this month's airline debacle.", "could rent one of the many trucks sitting idle in the", "they will be taking their business to Ryder or Budget", "a truck available for us. The gentleman who helped us", "line, the clerk informed us that our 'reserved' truck had", "provide trucks to people who reserve trucks, but the Shopping", "the parking lot. The clerk laughed and said the keys", "keys to those trucks were lost.\"", "K. told one Circuit City employee that he really would" ], [ "Harrumph, the Shopping Avenger says. It is a bad hair day at Southwest when its officials defend themselves by comparing their airline to other airlines. I forwarded this message to M., who replied:", "knows that Southwest is different from the average airline, in", "The Shopping Avenger will undoubtedly return to the sorry state of affairs at U-Haul in the next episode, but now on to this month's airline debacle.", "praised Southwest Airlines for its \"sterling\" customer service. This brought", "month's airline in the spotlight is Southwest. Loyal readers", "Southwest's response", "Before we begin, though, the Shopping Avenger nearly forgot to announce the winner of last month's contest, in which readers were asked to answer the question, \"What's the difference between pests and airlines?\"", "Stay tuned, shoppers, to hear whether Southwest makes good it promise to compensate M. and apologize to her for her troubles.", "hours of arrival at their destination,\" a Southwest spokeswoman, Linda", "president of U-Haul), and that Southwest was precipitously close", "at all airlines, requires that passengers file a report in", "\"The airline's", "look bad for Southwest, don't they? The Shopping Avenger", "who wrote, \"Last year, flying from Baltimore to Chicago with", "report in person until April 12--three days later. Southwest, as", "An hour later, M. says, the bags showed up, \"soaked through. We took them to baggage services at SW and were faced with the most complicated, unclear, and confusing mechanism for filing a claim we experienced flyers have ever seen.\"", "Find out if the Shopping Avenger can save TWA from", "The story of M. reminds the Shopping Avenger of a central truth of consumer service: It's not the crime, it's the cover-up.", "these books. Except for one thing: One of the books,", "Like all superheroes worthy of the title, the Shopping Avenger has an Achilles' heel. In the case of the Shopping Avenger, his Achilles' heel is not animal, vegetable, or mineral but something less tangible." ], [ "course, is where Shopping Avenger steps in. Shopping Avenger knows", "The Shopping Avenger", "The Shopping Avenger", "Like all superheroes worthy of the title, the Shopping Avenger has an Achilles' heel. In the case of the Shopping Avenger, his Achilles' heel is not animal, vegetable, or mineral but something less tangible.", "the Shopping Avenger. He didn't believe such a thing would", "The story of M. reminds the Shopping Avenger of a central truth of consumer service: It's not the crime, it's the cover-up.", "Avenger to thinking. This, in a way, is the Shopping", "for \"policy information.\" The Shopping Avenger e-mailed back again,", "back saying she thought the Shopping Avenger was asking for", "him a terrible runaround. The Shopping Avenger dispatched his", "The Shopping Avenger will undoubtedly return to the sorry state of affairs at U-Haul in the next episode, but now on to this month's airline debacle.", "Shopping Avenger is pleased to note that several correspondents have", "The Shopping Avenger, who can withstand radiation, extreme heat and", "story, see \"Shopping Avenger\" column and one.)", "readers will recall that last month the Shopping Avenger praised", "But then the Shopping Avenger sat down, and the feeling passed.", "for answers. And next month, a Shopping Avenger clergy special:", "wrong, the Shopping Avenger thought, to complain about the petty", "the Shopping Avenger at gunpoint to read a series of", "Harrumph, the Shopping Avenger says. It is a bad hair day at Southwest when its officials defend themselves by comparing their airline to other airlines. I forwarded this message to M., who replied:" ], [ "his sidekick, Tad the Deputy Avenger, to get to the", "but not, Tad the Deputy Avenger found out, at Circuit", "found: K. grew concerned, Tad the Deputy Avenger reports, after", "Stewart in public relations, assured Deputy Avenger Tad that \"We", "K. told one Circuit City employee that he really would", "would have escaped from Tibet. (For the complete back story,", "Like all superheroes worthy of the title, the Shopping Avenger has an Achilles' heel. In the case of the Shopping Avenger, his Achilles' heel is not animal, vegetable, or mineral but something less tangible.", "When they arrived", "More than a month later--after hours and hours and hours of telephone calls and days missed at work--K. received his television back.", "these books. Except for one thing: One of the books,", "Avenger figures out how much Turtle Wax actually constitutes a", "The Shopping Avenger will undoubtedly return to the sorry state of affairs at U-Haul in the next episode, but now on to this month's airline debacle.", "the bottom of K.'s story. This is what he found:", "Linda Rutherford, e-mailed me. \"[M.] indicates she called for", "The Shopping Avenger, who can withstand radiation, extreme heat and", "But then the Shopping Avenger sat down, and the feeling passed.", "But then she", "is one Tom Morgan, who wrote, \"You can hire someone", "someone to kill pests.\" Tom is the winner of a", "arrived at their destination, M. and her family made a" ], [ "of treacle-filled self-help books, and then to . The", "have written in over the past month saying that, based", "these books. Except for one thing: One of the books,", "based on what they have read in this column, they", "in through the electronic mail. One correspondent, B.R., wrote in", "would tell the occasional correspondent to let go of his", "books, The Art of Happiness , which collects and simplifies", "Shut , almost succumbed to terminal jejuneness after reading these", "in with this cautionary tale: \"Last weekend, I went to", "An explanation: Last", "This, of course,", "opposed to his alter ego, who is considered insufferably judgmental", "he should counsel those who write seeking help to meditate,", "is one Tom Morgan, who wrote, \"You can hire someone", "who wrote, \"Last year, flying from Baltimore to Chicago with", "most articulate, and the most troubling, came from M., who", "The complaints about", "or of the notion that there is more to life than", "Shopping Avenger is pleased to note that several correspondents have", "continues--as if you don't know what happened already--\"I went" ], [ "have written in over the past month saying that, based", "these books. 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This is what he found:", "nipping at our heels.)\"", "continues--as if you don't know what happened already--\"I went", "based on what they have read in this column, they", "he should counsel those who write seeking help to meditate,", "in the rain a long time.\"", "Last week, the magazine you are currently reading forced the" ], [ "course, is where Shopping Avenger steps in. Shopping Avenger knows", "Like all superheroes worthy of the title, the Shopping Avenger has an Achilles' heel. In the case of the Shopping Avenger, his Achilles' heel is not animal, vegetable, or mineral but something less tangible.", "The Shopping Avenger", "The Shopping Avenger", "the Shopping Avenger. He didn't believe such a thing would", "Avenger to thinking. This, in a way, is the Shopping", "The Shopping Avenger, who can withstand radiation, extreme heat and", "story, see \"Shopping Avenger\" column and one.)", "back saying she thought the Shopping Avenger was asking for", "him a terrible runaround. The Shopping Avenger dispatched his", "Shopping Avenger is pleased to note that several correspondents have", "readers will recall that last month the Shopping Avenger praised", "But then the Shopping Avenger sat down, and the feeling passed.", "for \"policy information.\" The Shopping Avenger e-mailed back again,", "materialistic '90s. The Shopping Avenger felt that perhaps he", "Shopping Avenger were not, for a superhero, extremely nonjudgmental--as", "judgmental by his alter ego's wife--the Shopping Avenger would", "The Shopping Avenger will undoubtedly return to the sorry state of affairs at U-Haul in the next episode, but now on to this month's airline debacle.", "the Shopping Avenger at gunpoint to read a series of", "The story of M. reminds the Shopping Avenger of a central truth of consumer service: It's not the crime, it's the cover-up." ], [ "Like all superheroes worthy of the title, the Shopping Avenger has an Achilles' heel. 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The Shopping Avenger dispatched his", "the Shopping Avenger at gunpoint to read a series of", "readers will recall that last month the Shopping Avenger praised", "and his chastened brother--the Shopping Avenger is resisting the", "The Shopping Avenger will undoubtedly return to the sorry state of affairs at U-Haul in the next episode, but now on to this month's airline debacle.", "story, see \"Shopping Avenger\" column and one.)", "wrong, the Shopping Avenger thought, to complain about the petty", "for \"policy information.\" The Shopping Avenger e-mailed back again,", "The story of M. reminds the Shopping Avenger of a central truth of consumer service: It's not the crime, it's the cover-up." ] ]

[ "How does the author feel about American Beauty?", "Why does Lester want to kill himself?", "How does the author feel about the characters in American Beauty?", "How does the author feel about For the Love of the Game?", "What is the plot of American Beauty?", "What is the plot of For Love of the Game?", "How does the author feel about Sam Raimi's direction of the film?", "How does the author feel about Carolyn?" ]

[ [ "It is moronic or insane or both.", "It is wittily written and gorgeously directed.", "It is lustrously hip and aware.", "It is an invigorating last of counterculture righteousness." ], [ "He feels he completely failed at life.", "He hates his wife.", "He is attracted to minors.", "He feels lost." ], [ "They are stale.", "They are melodramatic.", "They are stereotypically caricatured.", "They are fresh." ], [ "Kevin Costner can still get away with playing a baseball player.", "The baseball scenes are wonderful. The romance scenes are over the top and make the picture feel incredibly long.", "It's a great sports movie.", "It feels embarrassingly like a Harlequin novel." ], [ "A middle-aged man tries to seduce a high school cheerleader.", "A middle-aged couple's marriage breaks down.", "A middle-aged man goes through a mid-life crisis.", "An American nuclear family is on the verge of a meltdown." ], [ "An over-the-hill catcher fights to keep his place on the team.", "An over-the-hill catcher must commit to the game or the girl.", "An over-the-hill pitcher must commit to the game or the girl.", "An over-the-hill pitcher fights to keep his place on the team." ], [ "It is sharply edited and full of texture.", "It feels like the director gave up control of the movie.", "It is moronic or insane or both.", "It is woozily drawn-out." ], [ "Carolyn is confident, composed, and in control.", "Carolyn is a primal force.", "Carolyn tries very hard to appear perfect and in control. It's hard to feel animosity toward her.", "Carolyn is shrill." ] ]

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[ [ "lost. But the makers of American Beauty are about to", "American Beauty is Spacey's movie, though. He gives", "the druggy philosophizing, however, that makes American Beauty an emotional", "at its most fatuous. In the end, American Beauty is", "American Beauty , Lester Burnham (Kevin Spacey), a weary", "this notion of \"beauty.\" By the end, Lester is", "in American Beauty , it's Ricky Fitts, the damaged", "Beauty doesn't feel primitive. It feels lustrously hip and", "Beauty is so wittily written and gorgeously", "roses bloom is a tad ... primitive. But American Beauty", "correctly, the movie is saying that American society is unjust", "Early in American", "I didn't always feel this ... sedated.\" Apparently, Lester", "gives it--how weird to write this about Spacey, who made", "yearning, which the director, Sam Mendes, mines brilliantly. A", "something archetypal--maybe even the Great American Movie. But when you", "big claims for it. The script, by Alan Ball, a", "so seductively. Several months ago, Daniel Menaker in", "crazy, telegraphing Lester's \"loserness.\" But Spacey's genius is", "thinks about his Manhattan-based ex-girlfriend (Kelly Preston), who tearfully" ], [ "that it's Lester who's caricaturing himself , and that", "this notion of \"beauty.\" By the end, Lester is", "American Beauty , Lester Burnham (Kevin Spacey), a weary", "I didn't always feel this ... sedated.\" Apparently, Lester", "drift out. Later, Lester envisions her on a bed of", "mockery. He even makes us take Lester's final, improbably", "crazy, telegraphing Lester's \"loserness.\" But Spacey's genius is", "Lester doesn't realize that snipped roses are garden-variety symbols", "picket fence. \"I have lost something,\" says Lester. \"I'm", "wildly expensive marijuana to Lester and somehow passes on this", "to give Lester his roses back. At a high-school basketball", "Early on, he lets his face and posture go slack", "at its most fatuous. In the end, American Beauty is", "basketball game, Lester is transfixed by a blonde cheerleader named", "the crowd disappears, and there she is, Lester's angel,", "film's most self-consciously poetic set piece, Ricky shows Lester's", "and telling off his frigid wife and faceless bosses, convinced", "thinks about his Manhattan-based ex-girlfriend (Kelly Preston), who tearfully", "a man with his brains blown out becomes an object of", "unjust and absurd and loveless--full of people so afraid of" ], [ "lost. But the makers of American Beauty are about to", "American Beauty , Lester Burnham (Kevin Spacey), a weary", "American Beauty is Spacey's movie, though. He gives", "at its most fatuous. In the end, American Beauty is", "the druggy philosophizing, however, that makes American Beauty an emotional", "in American Beauty , it's Ricky Fitts, the damaged", "this notion of \"beauty.\" By the end, Lester is", "emotional workout. It's that the caricatures are grounded in sympathy", "Beauty doesn't feel primitive. It feels lustrously hip and", "I didn't always feel this ... sedated.\" Apparently, Lester", "yearning, which the director, Sam Mendes, mines brilliantly. A", "that it's Lester who's caricaturing himself , and that", "is for mugging in character. He makes us believe that", "correctly, the movie is saying that American society is unjust", "Beauty is so wittily written and gorgeously", "roses bloom is a tad ... primitive. But American Beauty", "crazy, telegraphing Lester's \"loserness.\" But Spacey's genius is", "thinks about his Manhattan-based ex-girlfriend (Kelly Preston), who tearfully", "wife, Carolyn, is even more stridently caricatured. A real-estate", "picket fence. \"I have lost something,\" says Lester. \"I'm" ], [ "Love of the Game , he's a 40ish Detroit Tigers", "because I'm a baseball nut that I hated to leave", "Reilly); he forces himself to tune out the huge Yankee", "full of texture. The rhythms of the game feel right;", "at bats. But pretty soon the relationship flashbacks start coming", "Davis, the over-the-hill minor-league catcher in Bull Durham", "Durham (1988), but he can still get away with playing", "great sports movie. Costner stands on the mound shaking off", "the game.", "reserve--to protect his \"instrument,\" as it were. In For Love", "Tigers pitcher having his last hurrah: The team has been", "leave the mound. But maybe it's also because the relationships", "him back. For about half an hour, it's a great", "playing a professional ballplayer. He moves and acts like a", "over the plate and said, \"Bean me.\"", "is convinced, too--which is odd, since the fantasy of an", "Stadium), then it's back to the game for more nail-biting", "lost. But the makers of American Beauty are about to", "big claims for it. The script, by Alan Ball, a", "so seductively. Several months ago, Daniel Menaker in" ], [ "American Beauty , Lester Burnham (Kevin Spacey), a weary", "lost. But the makers of American Beauty are about to", "American Beauty is Spacey's movie, though. He gives", "at its most fatuous. In the end, American Beauty is", "the druggy philosophizing, however, that makes American Beauty an emotional", "in American Beauty , it's Ricky Fitts, the damaged", "this notion of \"beauty.\" By the end, Lester is", "correctly, the movie is saying that American society is unjust", "roses bloom is a tad ... primitive. But American Beauty", "lawn, where his wife, Carolyn (Annette Bening)--whose gardening", "creates an entrancing vision of the American nuclear family on", "picket fence. \"I have lost something,\" says Lester. \"I'm", "sex, lies, and videotape (1989), the protagonist has to", "next door, an ex-Marine colonel (Chris Cooper) who has", "Early in American", "wife, Carolyn, is even more stridently caricatured. A real-estate", "drift out. Later, Lester envisions her on a bed of", "big claims for it. The script, by Alan Ball, a", "and twitters about Miracle-Gro to a gay yuppie (Scott", "yearning, which the director, Sam Mendes, mines brilliantly. A" ], [ "Love of the Game , he's a 40ish Detroit Tigers", "Davis, the over-the-hill minor-league catcher in Bull Durham", "Reilly); he forces himself to tune out the huge Yankee", "Tigers pitcher having his last hurrah: The team has been", "great sports movie. Costner stands on the mound shaking off", "at bats. But pretty soon the relationship flashbacks start coming", "playing a professional ballplayer. He moves and acts like a", "the game.", "Durham (1988), but he can still get away with playing", "because I'm a baseball nut that I hated to leave", "over the plate and said, \"Bean me.\"", "fix her car while on the way to Yankee Stadium),", "Stadium), then it's back to the game for more nail-biting", "basketball game, Lester is transfixed by a blonde cheerleader named", "is 11 years older than he was as Crash Davis,", "thinks about his Manhattan-based ex-girlfriend (Kelly Preston), who tearfully", "reserve--to protect his \"instrument,\" as it were. In For Love", "Yankee Stadium crowd (the background blurs before our eyes and", "The movie is", "Costner and Preston staring into space while the piano plinks" ], [ "I can't believe that the director, Sam Raimi ( The", "Raimi apparently gave up control of the final cut for", "yearning, which the director, Sam Mendes, mines brilliantly. A", "plinks would end up in the final cut, but Raimi", "A hotshot English theater director (his Cabaret revival is still", "lost. But the makers of American Beauty are about to", "The Evil Dead , 1983; last year's A Simple", "gorgeously directed that you might think you're seeing something", "big claims for it. The script, by Alan Ball, a", "American Beauty is Spacey's movie, though. He gives", "gives it--how weird to write this about Spacey, who made", "Simple Plan ) thought that all those scenes of Costner", "layer upon layer of visual irony. The movie's surface is", "the filmmakers take them straight? If I read it correctly,", "imperceptible puffs. Aided by his cinematographer, Conrad Hall, and", "or both. The kind of detachment the movie is peddling", "thinks about his Manhattan-based ex-girlfriend (Kelly Preston), who tearfully", "crazy, telegraphing Lester's \"loserness.\" But Spacey's genius is", "is convinced, too--which is odd, since the fantasy of an", "however, have been cunningly reversed. In movies like sex," ], [ "the brim, anatomizes it. You can't hate Carolyn because", "wife, Carolyn, is even more stridently caricatured. A real-estate", "The character of Carolyn is so shrill as to constitute", "thinks about his Manhattan-based ex-girlfriend (Kelly Preston), who tearfully", "lawn, where his wife, Carolyn (Annette Bening)--whose gardening", "dour daughter Jane--in whom he recognizes a kindred spirit--a", "mask. Carolyn isn't a complicated dramatic construction, but Bening gives", "drift out. Later, Lester envisions her on a bed of", "emotional workout. It's that the caricatures are grounded in sympathy", "serious pain. The manipulative sexpot Angela, who taunts her friend", "and telling off his frigid wife and faceless bosses, convinced", "\"Shut up--you're weak--shut up. \" Then she breathes,", "I didn't always feel this ... sedated.\" Apparently, Lester", "is convinced, too--which is odd, since the fantasy of an", "has reduced his wife (the normally exuberant Allison Janney) to", "and insists on listening to Muzak while she and her", "composed, in control. When she fails to sell that house,", "Reilly); he forces himself to tune out the huge Yankee", "so seductively. Several months ago, Daniel Menaker in", "that it's Lester who's caricaturing himself , and that" ] ]

[ "The first paragraph in the passage foreshadows which theme of \"Sea Legs\"? ", "What is the purpose of paraoxynebutal?", "Which activity is part of the psychometric evaluation?", "What happened to Morgan Brockman by the end of the passage?", "Why is it important to watch the ones who don't become physically ill during the conditioning process?", "Upon landing, Craig is greeted by whom?", "The denizens of Terra would most likely make fun of Craig for his ______.", "Sensatia most likely refers to ________." ]

[ [ "Society tends to neglect those who have served", "If you don't like it, you can always leave", "The grass is always greener on the other side", "People shouldn't count on places to stay the same" ], [ "It relaxes the sympathetic nervous system", "It puts a human to sleep for up to 12 days", "It helps people adjust to changes in gravity", "It opens the airways to allow for easier breathing" ], [ "A trial period of exposure to gravity conditions on Terra", "Role playing worst case scenarios on Terra", "Exposure to video and audio footage from Terra", "Lengthy interviews with multiple officials who have been to Terra" ], [ "He died on the way to Terra", "His ex-wife Ethel had him assassinated", "He refused to leave his cot after conditioning", "He was arrested for being a Freedomite" ], [ "They could be tapped as leaders for Freedomite missions", "It is a sign that they are deviant extraterrestrials", "Their bodies' familiarity with gravity naturally makes them suspicious ", "Their bodies may naturally produce paraoxynebutal" ], [ "A reporter and his cameraman", "Two members of Terra's welcoming committee", "Two screening technicians", "A psychologist and his assistant" ], [ "clothing", "accent", "posture", "walking" ], [ "illicit drugs", "microphone shorters", "pornography", "virtual reality equipment" ] ]

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[ [ "SEA LEGS\nBy FRANK QUATTROCCHI\n\n\n Illustrated by EMSH\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "up. The sea tanned their skins and stiffened their bones, but it never\n stiffened their hearts. When they got old, it just pulled them in.", "\"Maybe you've read some of the old sea stories, or more'n likely had\n 'em read to you. Sailors could go to sea until they just sort of dried", "\"\nWouldn't be surprised. Here, grab his leg.\n\"\nRobert Craig folded the flight jacket tightly and stuffed it into the", "\"Do you know what sailors of ancient times meant by 'sea legs?'\" asked\n Wyandotte. \"Men on a rolling ocean acclimated themselves to a rolling", "upon wave of nausea swept him as he watched the seam lines bend and\n warp fantastically. He snapped his eyelids shut, only to begin feeling", "It had been a weird day and he had not liked it. There was no telling\n how long it would take him to shake his—sea legs, the psychologist\n had called it. One thing was sure: Terra aggressively went after its\n strangers.", "the nightmarish bodily sensations once more. He felt the cot slowly\n rise longitudinally, felt himself upside down, then the snap of turning\n right side up once more—and he knew that neither he nor the cot had", "frightening thing to an old sailor—but let's begin our little job at\n the beginning. I'll turn you over to psychometry for the usual tests", "\"It meant more than that. There were excellent psychological reasons\n for the old stereotype, the 'drunken sailor.' A port city was a", "become a part of space the way you do the old sea, though. It leaves\n you strictly alone. Except that it sucks you dry, takes all the soup", "impressions. One day he would recall this moment, his first on the\n planet Terra. He tried to recall his first thrill at seeing Los", "\"Then one day it shoots a spurt of blood around in one of your old\n veins. Something gives. Space is through with you then. And if you can", "\"Hard to say,\" the other passenger said. \"You'll get used to this. They\n get it over with quick.\"", "will be given a very liberal supply of PON—which you will\n definitely need. Good luck. You'll need that too.\"\nOn the eighth day, two attendants, who showed the effects of massive", "A murmur greeted the order. Craig experienced the thrill of knowing\n the envy of the others. Grav 1—that meant Terra. He crossed the long,\n dreary room, knowing the eyes of the other men were upon him.", "\"I expect to have some trouble at first.\" Craig was disturbed by the\n wordy psychologist. What was the man actually saying?", "Slowly at first, the lines formed by seams in the metal ceiling began\n to bend. Here it came again!\n\n\n \"Old man!\" shouted Craig.", "hands. They were indelibly marked with lever callouses. \"You get to\n thinking anyone who stays closer'n eighty light years from Terra is a\n land-lubber.\"", "At 1300 hours, the ferry bumped heavily alongside the starboard lock.\n It was the signal for relief in the passengers' quarters; many were\n beginning to feel a reaction to the short free-fall flight from the\n headquarters satellite." ], [ "\"You were ill, couldn't keep your balance, felt dizzy. That is why\n all spacemen carry PON, paraoxylnebutal, with them. It helps", "\"Oh, I've landed a few times, even walked around for a while....\"\n\n\n \"With the help of paraoxylnebutal,\" supplied the captain.\n\n\n \"Well, sure.\"", "walk, to hold their heads and arms in proper attitudes. They laughed\n and joked about it and kidded those who were slow at adjusting.\n Then they again began taking paraoxylnebutal in preparation for the", "will be given a very liberal supply of PON—which you will\n definitely need. Good luck. You'll need that too.\"\nOn the eighth day, two attendants, who showed the effects of massive", "Intergalactic considered them as great a menace to mental and moral\n stability as the hectopiates. Craig wearily got the man out of the\n room, took a PON pill, and eased himself into the bed.", "It was an empty PON tube he had just discarded. He couldn't\n understand why the man had bothered until he realized that the", "doses of PON to protect themselves from the centrifugal force,\n had to carry a man out of the tank. Many others asked to be removed,\n begged to be allowed to withdraw their resignations.", "the nightmarish bodily sensations once more. He felt the cot slowly\n rise longitudinally, felt himself upside down, then the snap of turning\n right side up once more—and he knew that neither he nor the cot had", "\"You will find a red button at your feet. Lower your head and depress\n that button.\"", "\"... pretty bad.\"\n\n\n \"He'll go into shock.\"\n\n\n \"... never make it the twelfth.\"\n\n\n \"We better yank him.\"", "\"Insert your right arm into the instrument on the central table,\"\n commanded the same voice he had heard before. \"Turn your arm until the", "\"Well, it's keyed to give them some kind of signal.\"\n\n\n The old man lapsed into silence. Craig wished him to continue. He\n desperately wanted something to distract his mind from the ghastly\n conditioning process.", "and pick you up tomorrow morning at, say, 0900.\"\nDuring the days that followed, the psychologist seemed to Craig to\n become progressively more didactic. He would deliver long speeches", "suppress certain physiological reactions to an entirely new set of\n conditions. Channels of the ear, for example. They play an important\n part in our awareness of balance. They operate on a simple gravity", "but she may need it. And maybe you can tell her a little bit about\n what it means to be out there. Tell her it's open and free and when", "and he was somewhat blinded by the flash even through his eyelids, but\n that was all there was to the sterilizing process.", "\"Blood pressure. They get you just before you go into shock.\"\n\n\n \"How can they tell?\" Craig fought down his growing panic. \"I can't.\"", "\"Do you really think that's my reason?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. What else can it be?\"", "Craig clenched the iron rung of his bed and struggled to bring the old\n man's face into focus.\n\n\n \"How ... how do they know when you ought ... to come out?\" he asked\n between waves of nausea.", "small handful of crystals and began to fill the next layer. After the\n carton was completely filled, he ignited the sealing strip and watched\n as the plastic melted into a single, seamless whole. It was ready for" ], [ "frightening thing to an old sailor—but let's begin our little job at\n the beginning. I'll turn you over to psychometry for the usual tests", "and pick you up tomorrow morning at, say, 0900.\"\nDuring the days that followed, the psychologist seemed to Craig to\n become progressively more didactic. He would deliver long speeches", "\"Mr. Craig, I suppose you've guessed that the next step in our little\n torture system here is psych.\"\n\n\n \"So I gathered.\"", "\"Here, Mr. Craig. I believe these are complete.\"\n\n\n \"They look pretty complicated.\"\n\n\n \"Not at all. The questions are quite explicit.\"", "The old man's face clouded for an instant. \"In the old days, they used\n to say us old-timers acted like clocks. They used to say we just ran\n down. Now they got some fancy psychology name for it.\"", "will be given a very liberal supply of PON—which you will\n definitely need. Good luck. You'll need that too.\"\nOn the eighth day, two attendants, who showed the effects of massive", "\"Insert your right arm into the instrument on the central table,\"\n commanded the same voice he had heard before. \"Turn your arm until the", "\"Well, it's keyed to give them some kind of signal.\"\n\n\n The old man lapsed into silence. Craig wished him to continue. He\n desperately wanted something to distract his mind from the ghastly\n conditioning process.", "walk, to hold their heads and arms in proper attitudes. They laughed\n and joked about it and kidded those who were slow at adjusting.\n Then they again began taking paraoxylnebutal in preparation for the", "\"I expect to have some trouble at first.\" Craig was disturbed by the\n wordy psychologist. What was the man actually saying?", "\"It meant more than that. There were excellent psychological reasons\n for the old stereotype, the 'drunken sailor.' A port city was a", "Craig handed him a battered punch card and watched the man insert it in\n the reproducer. He felt anxiety as the much-handled card refused for a\n time to match the instrument's metal contact points. The line of men\n behind Craig fidgeted.", "It had been a weird day and he had not liked it. There was no telling\n how long it would take him to shake his—sea legs, the psychologist\n had called it. One thing was sure: Terra aggressively went after its\n strangers.", "But even if he could accept the psychologist's authority for the\n cumulative effect of a gravity system, he could not understand the\n unspoken warning he felt underlying all that the man said.", "cards and forms to his room. Tired from the long, confusing day, Craig\n was not impressed. He vaguely wondered if the little drama of the", "the nightmarish bodily sensations once more. He felt the cot slowly\n rise longitudinally, felt himself upside down, then the snap of turning\n right side up once more—and he knew that neither he nor the cot had", "suppress certain physiological reactions to an entirely new set of\n conditions. Channels of the ear, for example. They play an important\n part in our awareness of balance. They operate on a simple gravity", "\"Well, what's next?\" asked Craig somewhat more belligerently than he\n had intended.\n\n\n The man smiled. \"Your reaction is quite natural. You are somewhat\n aggressive after Clerical, eh?\"", "\"You will find a red button at your feet. Lower your head and depress\n that button.\"", "\"Mr. Craig,\" the psychologist said slowly, \"you have my authorization\n for you to return to Terra as a private citizen of that planet. You" ], [ "\"From a private spaceman named Morgan Brockman.\"\n\n\n \"\nBrockman?\n\"\n\n\n \"He was with you in the grav tank.\"", "Craig put the battered card in his pocket and walked back through the\n door to the passenger room. How did you explain to an old woman why her", "\"\nAfter a tracer is sent through. But it won't do any good.\n\"\n\n\n \"\nHe probably outlived everybody that ever knew him.\n\"", "\"\nHe's old. You think it was his heart?\n\"\n\n\n \"\nWho knows?\n\"\n\n\n \"\nThey'll dump him, won't they?\n\"", "Her name is Ethel Brockman. I know she'll still use my name. Her", "\"Well, it's keyed to give them some kind of signal.\"\n\n\n The old man lapsed into silence. Craig wished him to continue. He\n desperately wanted something to distract his mind from the ghastly\n conditioning process.", "Craig heard the voices around him, muffled, as though talking through\n wadding.\n\n\n \"... got it bad.\"\n\n\n \"We better take him out.\"", "The old man's face clouded for an instant. \"In the old days, they used\n to say us old-timers acted like clocks. They used to say we just ran\n down. Now they got some fancy psychology name for it.\"", "\"I see,\" said the man noncommittally. It seemed to Craig that he was\n about to add something. He did not, however, but instead rose from his", "Then it was better. Oddly, he passed the twelfth day easily. By the\n fourteenth day, Craig knew he could stand Grav 1. The whine of the", "will be given a very liberal supply of PON—which you will\n definitely need. Good luck. You'll need that too.\"\nOn the eighth day, two attendants, who showed the effects of massive", "\"... pretty bad.\"\n\n\n \"He'll go into shock.\"\n\n\n \"... never make it the twelfth.\"\n\n\n \"We better yank him.\"", "\"Then one day it shoots a spurt of blood around in one of your old\n veins. Something gives. Space is through with you then. And if you can", "the nightmarish bodily sensations once more. He felt the cot slowly\n rise longitudinally, felt himself upside down, then the snap of turning\n right side up once more—and he knew that neither he nor the cot had", "\"\nWouldn't be surprised. Here, grab his leg.\n\"\nRobert Craig folded the flight jacket tightly and stuffed it into the", "Craig regretted his question. He would have muttered some word of\n apology, but the old man continued.", "\"Hard to say,\" the other passenger said. \"You'll get used to this. They\n get it over with quick.\"", "Craig relaxed, realizing he had acted childishly. \"Used to think the\n same. Then I took the exam and got this job.\"\n\n\n \"Whereabouts?\"\n\n\n \"Los Angeles.\"", "and pick you up tomorrow morning at, say, 0900.\"\nDuring the days that followed, the psychologist seemed to Craig to\n become progressively more didactic. He would deliver long speeches", "irradiation. Probably in another ten years his son-to-be would put it\n on and play spaceman. But Craig swore he'd make sure that the kid knew\n what a stinking life it was." ], [ "\"Well, it's keyed to give them some kind of signal.\"\n\n\n The old man lapsed into silence. Craig wished him to continue. He\n desperately wanted something to distract his mind from the ghastly\n conditioning process.", "\"\nYou got to watch the ones that don't.\n\"\n\n\n \"\nYeah, you got to watch the ones that don't. Especially the old ones.\n\"", "will be given a very liberal supply of PON—which you will\n definitely need. Good luck. You'll need that too.\"\nOn the eighth day, two attendants, who showed the effects of massive", "\"Quite natural. But it being your first time—in quite a number of\n ways, I might add—it will be necessary for you to undergo some\n conditioning.\"\n\n\n \"Conditioning?\" asked Craig.", "\"Blood pressure. They get you just before you go into shock.\"\n\n\n \"How can they tell?\" Craig fought down his growing panic. \"I can't.\"", "and pick you up tomorrow morning at, say, 0900.\"\nDuring the days that followed, the psychologist seemed to Craig to\n become progressively more didactic. He would deliver long speeches", "walk, to hold their heads and arms in proper attitudes. They laughed\n and joked about it and kidded those who were slow at adjusting.\n Then they again began taking paraoxylnebutal in preparation for the", "stand this whirligig conditioning, you're through with space.\"\n\"\nYou can't figure it. Some of 'em urp all over and turn six shades of\n green.", "Craig clenched the iron rung of his bed and struggled to bring the old\n man's face into focus.\n\n\n \"How ... how do they know when you ought ... to come out?\" he asked\n between waves of nausea.", "the nightmarish bodily sensations once more. He felt the cot slowly\n rise longitudinally, felt himself upside down, then the snap of turning\n right side up once more—and he knew that neither he nor the cot had", "\"Mr. Craig, I suppose you've guessed that the next step in our little\n torture system here is psych.\"\n\n\n \"So I gathered.\"", "doses of PON to protect themselves from the centrifugal force,\n had to carry a man out of the tank. Many others asked to be removed,\n begged to be allowed to withdraw their resignations.", "\"... pretty bad.\"\n\n\n \"He'll go into shock.\"\n\n\n \"... never make it the twelfth.\"\n\n\n \"We better yank him.\"", "Then it was better. Oddly, he passed the twelfth day easily. By the\n fourteenth day, Craig knew he could stand Grav 1. The whine of the", "suppress certain physiological reactions to an entirely new set of\n conditions. Channels of the ear, for example. They play an important\n part in our awareness of balance. They operate on a simple gravity", "Intergalactic considered them as great a menace to mental and moral\n stability as the hectopiates. Craig wearily got the man out of the\n room, took a PON pill, and eased himself into the bed.", "Only one of the score of men in the centrifuge tank remained\n voluntarily in his cot.", "\"You were ill, couldn't keep your balance, felt dizzy. That is why\n all spacemen carry PON, paraoxylnebutal, with them. It helps", "Most of the men had passed through the torments of gravitational\n conditioning. The huge headquarters base centrifuge aboard the man-made", "On the eighteenth day, automatic machinery freed them from their\n imprisoning cots. Clumsily and awkwardly at first, the men began to" ], [ "\"This is Mr. Craig's first landing on Terra, Miss Wendel,\" the\n personnel man continued. \"Actually, we shall have to consider him in\n much the same way we would an extraterrestrial.\"", "Craig made his way toward the spaceport administration building. His\n first physical contact with Terra had passed unnoticed.\n\n\n \"Sir! Sir!\" cried a voice behind him.", "They exchanged formal greetings. She was a moderately pretty girl of\n medium height and, to Craig, a pleasantly rounded figure. He would have", "Craig remained on the final step of the ramp, puzzled. The man turned\n to a companion at his right.\n\n\n \"We can see that this gentleman has come from a long, long way off,\n can't we?\"", "Damn the old man! How did one explain?\nCraig descended the ramp from the huge jet and concentrated on his", "\"It's a good deal bigger than I imagined,\" Craig was saying. \"Haven't\n seen much of it, of course. Thought I'd check in here with you first.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, naturally.\"", "\"Yes,\" Craig said. He was uncomfortable; Wyandotte seemed to know all\n about him.\n\n\n \"We might say you've been away quite a while, eh?\"", "The personnel man seated himself once more and pressed a button on a\n small instrument. A secretary entered the office from a door to Craig's\n left.", "\"Who was that?\" Craig asked.\n\n\n \"Customs. Bet you never got such a smooth screening before, eh?\"\n\n\n \"You mean he\nscreened\nme? What for?\"", "chair and walked to the large window overlooking an enormous section of\n the city far below. He stared out the window for a time, leaving Craig\n seated uncomfortably in the silent room. There was a distracted quality", "A murmur greeted the order. Craig experienced the thrill of knowing\n the envy of the others. Grav 1—that meant Terra. He crossed the long,\n dreary room, knowing the eyes of the other men were upon him.", "\"Yes.\" He turned to face Craig briefly before continuing. \"You must\n find it very strange here.\"\n\n\n \"Well, I've never seen a city so big.\"", "metal. He did not look directly at Craig for more than an instant at a\n time, and commented on Craig's description of his trip through the city\n only very briefly between questions.", "The other turned to the secretary. \"You'll see that he is assisted in\n filing his application, won't you? A provisional Code II. That will\n enable you to enter all Import offices freely, Mr. Craig.\"", "\"Miss Wendel, this is Mr. Craig. Mr. Craig, my secretary. Mr. Craig\n will enter Minerals and Metals, Zone V.\"", "\"I haven't been here very long,\" said Craig. \"Matter of fact, I haven't\n been anywhere very long. This is my first real experience with life on\n a planet. As an adult, anyway.\"", "\"\nWouldn't be surprised. Here, grab his leg.\n\"\nRobert Craig folded the flight jacket tightly and stuffed it into the", "cards and forms to his room. Tired from the long, confusing day, Craig\n was not impressed. He vaguely wondered if the little drama of the", "\"Yes.\" The man laughed. \"You'll excuse us, Mr. Craig. We realize that\n you couldn't be expected to be familiar with Terra's fashions. In your", "\"Never mind,\" Craig said wearily. He waited while the bellboy inserted\n a key into the door and opened it for him." ], [ "The old man looked up at Craig. \"You don't know much about Terra, do\n you, son?\"\n\n\n \"Not much.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah. Well, I hope you ain't disappointed.\"", "\"This is Mr. Craig's first landing on Terra, Miss Wendel,\" the\n personnel man continued. \"Actually, we shall have to consider him in\n much the same way we would an extraterrestrial.\"", "\"That's enough, son.\" The old man eyed Craig for an instant before\n looking away. \"Pick something to talk about. What do you figure on\n doing when you get to Terra, for instance?\"", "\"Yes.\" The man laughed. \"You'll excuse us, Mr. Craig. We realize that\n you couldn't be expected to be familiar with Terra's fashions. In your", "Craig made his way toward the spaceport administration building. His\n first physical contact with Terra had passed unnoticed.\n\n\n \"Sir! Sir!\" cried a voice behind him.", "\"I'm a little anxious to get home, I suppose,\" said Craig defensively.\n\n\n \"By 'home' you mean Terra. But you've never been there, have you?\"", "A murmur greeted the order. Craig experienced the thrill of knowing\n the envy of the others. Grav 1—that meant Terra. He crossed the long,\n dreary room, knowing the eyes of the other men were upon him.", "\"Of course it has changed,\" Craig was protesting. \"Anyway, I never\n really knew very much about Terra. So what? I know it won't be as it\n was in tapezines either.\"", "\"I haven't been here very long,\" said Craig. \"Matter of fact, I haven't\n been anywhere very long. This is my first real experience with life on\n a planet. As an adult, anyway.\"", "Craig began to hate the delay that kept him from Terra. Through the\n ports of the headquarters base satellite, he scanned the constellations", "\"Mr. Craig,\" the psychologist said slowly, \"you have my authorization\n for you to return to Terra as a private citizen of that planet. You", "\"Your service tapes,\" the next noncom said. \"Where you going?\"\n\n\n \"Grav 1—Terra,\" fumbled Craig. \"Los Angeles.\"", "\"Yes.\" He turned to face Craig briefly before continuing. \"You must\n find it very strange here.\"\n\n\n \"Well, I've never seen a city so big.\"", "\"Space article violator,\" the old man informed Craig. \"Psycho, I think.\n Went amuck with some extraterritorials. Killed a dozen.\"\n\n\n \"What will they do, exile him?\"", "It had been a weird day and he had not liked it. There was no telling\n how long it would take him to shake his—sea legs, the psychologist\n had called it. One thing was sure: Terra aggressively went after its\n strangers.", "With pangs of anxiety he could not completely suppress, Craig obeyed.\n\n\n Orderly 12 handed him a message container.\n\n\n \"Who's it from? Somebody on Terra?\"", "\"Touch me and I'll kick your teeth in!\" he yelled. \"I'm going to Terra.\n Wish you were going to Terra?\"", "\"Not to Chociante, if that's what you mean. They just jerked his space\n card and gave him a one-way ticket to Terra.\"\n\n\n \"For twelve murders?\" asked Craig incredulously.", "impressions. One day he would recall this moment, his first on the\n planet Terra. He tried to recall his first thrill at seeing Los", "\"I was entered as a spaceman when I was 16,\" Craig said. \"I've never\n been down for any period as yet.\"\n\n\n \"You mean you haven't been in a gravity system?\"" ], [ "\"I can get you a sensatia-tape,\" whispered the boy when they had\n entered. He nudged Craig wickedly. \"You know what they're like?\"", "the nightmarish bodily sensations once more. He felt the cot slowly\n rise longitudinally, felt himself upside down, then the snap of turning\n right side up once more—and he knew that neither he nor the cot had", "\"But space is different. Space is raw and new. It tugs at your guts. It\n sends the blood rushing through your veins. It's like loving. You don't", "will be given a very liberal supply of PON—which you will\n definitely need. Good luck. You'll need that too.\"\nOn the eighth day, two attendants, who showed the effects of massive", "impressions. One day he would recall this moment, his first on the\n planet Terra. He tried to recall his first thrill at seeing Los", "\"It meant more than that. There were excellent psychological reasons\n for the old stereotype, the 'drunken sailor.' A port city was a", "\"I know all about this, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"You've undoubtedly read popularizations in tapezines. But you have\n experienced it briefly.\"", "but she may need it. And maybe you can tell her a little bit about\n what it means to be out there. Tell her it's open and free and when", "frightening thing to an old sailor—but let's begin our little job at\n the beginning. I'll turn you over to psychometry for the usual tests", "A murmur greeted the order. Craig experienced the thrill of knowing\n the envy of the others. Grav 1—that meant Terra. He crossed the long,\n dreary room, knowing the eyes of the other men were upon him.", "\"Maybe you've read some of the old sea stories, or more'n likely had\n 'em read to you. Sailors could go to sea until they just sort of dried", "suppress certain physiological reactions to an entirely new set of\n conditions. Channels of the ear, for example. They play an important\n part in our awareness of balance. They operate on a simple gravity", "\"Then one day it shoots a spurt of blood around in one of your old\n veins. Something gives. Space is through with you then. And if you can", "\"Well, it's keyed to give them some kind of signal.\"\n\n\n The old man lapsed into silence. Craig wished him to continue. He\n desperately wanted something to distract his mind from the ghastly\n conditioning process.", "A nightmare of visual sensations ebbed into Craig's mind. He was\n vaguely aware of the moans of other men in the vaultlike room. Wave", "\"Quite natural. But it being your first time—in quite a number of\n ways, I might add—it will be necessary for you to undergo some\n conditioning.\"\n\n\n \"Conditioning?\" asked Craig.", "\"That strap around your belly. You mean you ain't noticed it?\"\n\n\n \"Haven't noticed much of anything.\"", "\"Insert your right arm into the instrument on the central table,\"\n commanded the same voice he had heard before. \"Turn your arm until the", "\"Yes, so big. And also....\" He seemed to consider many words before\n completing the sentence. \"And also different.\"", "\"Here, Mr. Craig. I believe these are complete.\"\n\n\n \"They look pretty complicated.\"\n\n\n \"Not at all. The questions are quite explicit.\"" ] ]

[ "Of the four films reviewed in the passage, which one has received the MOST positive review?", "All four of the films reviewed share the following theme:", "In the review of \"Fight Club,\" lines from Tyler Durden cited by the reviewer illustrate the following literary device:", "Which of the following terms DOES NOT describe the reviewer's tone toward the director and screenwriter of \"Fight Club\"?", "The reviewer of \"Fight Club\" believes that the film could have benefitted from:", "Which terms describe how the reviewers compare Brad Pitt's performance to Hilary Swank's, respectively?", "According to the reviewers, Jack from \"Fight Club\" and Brandon Teena from \"Boys Don't Cry\" share the following:", "According to the reviewer of \"Boys Don't Cry,\" Brandon Teena feels more connected to their true identity by engaging in all of the following acts EXCEPT:", "Of the four films reviewed in the passage, which one has received the LEAST positive review?" ]

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Everything", "performances I've ever seen as the cross-dressing Brandon Teena", "Brandon Teena--the role she has been longing for her whole", "Boys Don't Cry", "Teena (a k a Teena Brandon) in Kimberly Peirce's", "just mean Swank: I mean Teena Brandon playing Brandon", "hated female tresses and becoming \"Brandon,\" who swaggers around", "The movie opens with Teena being shorn of her hated", "or might not know that Brandon is a girl but", "Boys Do Bleed", "the second half of Boys Don't Cry isn't as great", "Brandon acts out his urban-cowboy fantasies--\"surfing\" from the", "macho cliché--becomes an act of self-discovery. Every gesture does.", "most authentic emotion he has. But the film belongs to", "whole life. In a redneck Nebraska bar, Brandon throws", "strongest. \"Self-improvement,\" explains Tyler, \"is masturbation\"; self-destruction is", "rush, though. At first, it goofs on the absurd feminization", "people with whom Brandon feels most at home would kill", "boy. But onscreen, when Pitt announces to the assembled fighters", "kill him if they knew his true gender is the" ], [ "of moviemaking, like Raging Bull on acid. The film opens", "which has apparently flopped but which you can still catch", "The movie opens with Teena being shorn of her hated", "more explicit. But there's something deeply movie-ish about the whole", "most authentic emotion he has. But the film belongs to", "Fight Club might not gel, but they have a breathless,", "one of those filmmakers who helps make the case that", "Actually, Pitt", "of a bullet slicing through internal organs. Films like Fight", "the movie's most tragic irony--and the one that lifts it", "catch at second- and third-tier theaters. It looks peculiar--a", "great as the first. The early scenes evoke elation and", "the last half-hour is unrelieved torture. What keeps the movie", "to Norton. As a ferocious skinhead in last year's", "boy. But onscreen, when Pitt announces to the assembled fighters", "slumps through the movie like the world's most lyrical", "the second half of Boys Don't Cry isn't as great", "in Joel and Ethan Coen's The Big Lebowski (1998).", "the cinema's most expressive honking-nasal voice and who slumps", "of Sergei Eisenstein and Abel Gance." ] ]

[ "Why is the lack of hotel space important for Simon's story?", "What is the goal of the story that Simon tells Mr. Oyster?", "What does Simon think about the possibility of time travel?", "Why does Mr. Oyster want to hire Simon and Betty?", "Why is Simon so unenthusiastic when the client shows up at the beginning of the story?", "What is Simon referring to when he says \"now it comes\" to Betty during their discussion at the beginning of the story?", "Why does Simon look for aspirin as soon as he gets to his office?", "What would've happened if Simon had said yes to the job at the end of the story?", "Why did Simon's new friend not give him an aspirin when Simon asked for one?" ]

[ [ "It made him cut his trip short without finding any time travelers.", "Simon would have to learn how to time travel in order to keep his bag from being stolen.", "It set the stage for him to encounter an alien's home for himself.", "It meant he would find a number of unsavory characters as he tried to find somewhere to sleep." ], [ "Simon wanted to show that he had spent a lot of time thinking about encounters with time travelers.", "He wanted to explain why the trip would not be successful if he went to Germany.", "He wanted to mock his prospective client for his ideas about time travel.", "He wanted to prove that Oktoberfest was the wrong place to look for time travelers." ], [ "He thinks it's possible, but finds it ridiculous that Oktoberfest would be the place to find it.", "He hopes that it's real, and spends a lot of time thinking about how to avoid a paradox.", "He knows that it's real, but thinks that its secret will be kept in the future.", "He thinks it's incredibly stupid and not worth considering." ], [ "He thinks the time traveler will have the secret to never-ending youth.", "He wants to know the secret of time travel and they are the best investigators around.", "He wants to make sure his family's wealth continues in the future.", "He wants to find out a secret for political reasons." ], [ "He knows Mr. Oyster's reputation, and does not want to get involved in his affairs.", "He knows he cannot accomplish what Mr. Oyster is asking, and knows he will have to turn him away.", "He only takes on easy cases that he knows will pay the bills.", "He has too much of a headache to deal with the new client." ], [ "He knows his headache is about to get worse.", "The client he is expecting is about to show up.", "He is used to complaints about Betty's salary.", "He is expecting the usual argument with Betty about her job." ], [ "He is experiencing caffeine withdrawal and did not have time to stop for coffee.", "We never learn the cause of the headache, we only know that it is severe.", "He has a hangover from attending a festival.", "He was out drinking with some friends the night before, and has a hangover." ], [ "He would have returned right back to the office soon after he left for the airport, but with a worse hangover.", "He would have stayed at home and pretended to travel to Germany for the sake of his client.", "He would have gone to Germany for the 16-day festival and looked for time travelers.", "He would have brought Betty with him to Germany to help him find time travelers." ], [ "He had run out of aspirin and did not know how to help.", "The friend thought Simon needed to deal with his headache like a man.", "He needed to knock him out to go back to the festival so that Simon would not know what had happened.", "He gave him a different medicine instead that he thought would work better." ] ]

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[ [ "In Munich there was no hotel\n space available. I went to the Bahnhof\n where they have a hotel service\n and applied. They put my name", "\"You didn't have a hotel.\n What a stupidity. I'll be phased.\n Phased all the way down.\"", "At the Bahnhof they could do me\n no good. There were no hotel rooms\n available in Munich. The head was", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"", "Simon put in a word. \"The usual\n explanation, Betty, is that they can't\n afford to allow the space-time continuum", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "\"I keep telling you,\" Simon said\n bitterly, \"I went back there three\n times. There were hundreds of them.", "Simon said nothing. Across the\n room, where she had resumed her\n seat, Betty cleared her throat. When\n Simon continued to say nothing she\n ventured, \"Time travel is impossible.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "\"No go,\" Simon said, a sad quality\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"A fifty thousand dollar bonus if\n you bring me a time traveler.\"\n\n\n \"Out of the question,\" Simon\n said.", "Simon seemed incapable of carrying\n the ball this morning, so Betty\n said, \"But ... Mr. Oyster, if the\n future has developed time travel why\n don't we ever meet such travelers?\"", "\"Confound it if I know,\" the little\n fellow growled. \"How?\"\n\n\n Simon said, \"Let's get to the point,\n what you wanted to see me about.\"", "The client fussed himself with\n Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed\n Simon, said finally, \"You know", "three minutes, and then came back.\"\n\"See here,\" Mr. Oyster said (interrupting\n Simon's story), \"did you\n say this was supposed to be amusing,", "\"Don't yell at me, I\n feel awful,\" Simon told\n her. He sat down at his desk, passed\n his tongue over his teeth in distaste,\n groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the\n aspirin bottle.", "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "\"Anything,\" Simon said. \"Only\n one exception.\"\n\n\n \"Excellent. Do you believe in time\n travel?\"", "She said, \"But\nSimon\n. Fifty thousand\n dollars bonus. If that story was\n true, you should have gone back\n again to Munich. If there was one\n time traveler, there might have\n been—\"" ], [ "three minutes, and then came back.\"\n\"See here,\" Mr. Oyster said (interrupting\n Simon's story), \"did you\n say this was supposed to be amusing,", "this:\"\nI got a thousand dollars from Mr.\n Oyster (Simon began) in the way\n of an advance, and leaving him with", "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "Simon said unenthusiastically,\n \"Good morning, Mr. Oyster.\" He indicated\n the client's chair. \"Sit down,\n sir.\"", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "Mr. Oyster returned his glasses to\n their perch, bug-eyed Simon, but then\n nodded.", "Mr. Oyster was taken aback himself.\n \"See here, young man, I realize\n this isn't an ordinary assignment,\n however, as I said, I am willing to\n risk a considerable portion of my\n fortune—\"", "I tried just once more. \"Uh, when\n did you first see this Mr. Oyster?\"\n\n\n \"Never saw him before in my\n life,\" she said. \"Not until he came\n in this morning.\"", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "\"Confound it if I know,\" the little\n fellow growled. \"How?\"\n\n\n Simon said, \"Let's get to the point,\n what you wanted to see me about.\"", "\"I'm not interested in more,\" Mr.\n Oyster said. \"I suppose your point\n was to show me how ridiculous the", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"", "\"Came for?\" Mr. Oyster snorted.\n \"I'm merely waiting for your girl to\n make out my receipt. I thought you\n had already left.\"", "Simon seemed incapable of carrying\n the ball this morning, so Betty\n said, \"But ... Mr. Oyster, if the\n future has developed time travel why\n don't we ever meet such travelers?\"", "\"Don't yell at me, I\n feel awful,\" Simon told\n her. He sat down at his desk, passed\n his tongue over his teeth in distaste,\n groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the\n aspirin bottle.", "Mr. Oyster. I was going to have to\n give him some kind of report for his\n money. Time travel yet! What a\n laugh!", "\"I did,\" Simon groaned. \"Three\n times.\"\n\n\n Betty stared at him. \"You mean—\"\n\n\n Simon nodded, miserably.", "\"I keep telling you,\" Simon said\n bitterly, \"I went back there three\n times. There were hundreds of them.", "Simon said, \"You want to hire me\n to find a time traveler and in some\n manner or other—any manner will" ], [ "\"Anything,\" Simon said. \"Only\n one exception.\"\n\n\n \"Excellent. Do you believe in time\n travel?\"", "Simon said nothing. Across the\n room, where she had resumed her\n seat, Betty cleared her throat. When\n Simon continued to say nothing she\n ventured, \"Time travel is impossible.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "Simon said, \"You want to hire me\n to find a time traveler and in some\n manner or other—any manner will", "\"No go,\" Simon said, a sad quality\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"A fifty thousand dollar bonus if\n you bring me a time traveler.\"\n\n\n \"Out of the question,\" Simon\n said.", "Simon seemed incapable of carrying\n the ball this morning, so Betty\n said, \"But ... Mr. Oyster, if the\n future has developed time travel why\n don't we ever meet such travelers?\"", "She said, \"But\nSimon\n. Fifty thousand\n dollars bonus. If that story was\n true, you should have gone back\n again to Munich. If there was one\n time traveler, there might have\n been—\"", "Simon put in a word. \"The usual\n explanation, Betty, is that they can't\n afford to allow the space-time continuum", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "of immortality and eternal youth, and\n it's also my suspicion that he will\n eventually be able to travel in time.\n So convinced am I of these possibilities", "Simon said wearily, \"There's just\n one thing you can bring back with\n you from the future, a hangover compounded", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "changed. In that case, the time traveler\n himself might never be born. They\n have to tread mighty carefully.\"", "Mr. Oyster. I was going to have to\n give him some kind of report for his\n money. Time travel yet! What a\n laugh!", "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "three minutes, and then came back.\"\n\"See here,\" Mr. Oyster said (interrupting\n Simon's story), \"did you\n say this was supposed to be amusing,", "definite answer. She said, \"Well,\n for one thing, paradox. Suppose you\n had a time machine and traveled back\n a hundred years or so and killed your", "that I am willing to gamble a\n portion of my fortune to investigate\n the presence in our era of such time\n travelers.\"", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"", "\"Then you'll realize that there are\n a dozen explanations of the paradoxes\n of time travel. Every writer in" ], [ "this:\"\nI got a thousand dollars from Mr.\n Oyster (Simon began) in the way\n of an advance, and leaving him with", "three minutes, and then came back.\"\n\"See here,\" Mr. Oyster said (interrupting\n Simon's story), \"did you\n say this was supposed to be amusing,", "Simon said unenthusiastically,\n \"Good morning, Mr. Oyster.\" He indicated\n the client's chair. \"Sit down,\n sir.\"", "Mr. Oyster was taken aback himself.\n \"See here, young man, I realize\n this isn't an ordinary assignment,\n however, as I said, I am willing to\n risk a considerable portion of my\n fortune—\"", "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "Simon seemed incapable of carrying\n the ball this morning, so Betty\n said, \"But ... Mr. Oyster, if the\n future has developed time travel why\n don't we ever meet such travelers?\"", "Mr. Oyster returned his glasses to\n their perch, bug-eyed Simon, but then\n nodded.", "I tried just once more. \"Uh, when\n did you first see this Mr. Oyster?\"\n\n\n \"Never saw him before in my\n life,\" she said. \"Not until he came\n in this morning.\"", "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "The client fussed himself with\n Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed\n Simon, said finally, \"You know", "\"A hundred dollars a day plus expenses,\"\n Mr. Oyster said quietly. \"I\n like the fact that you already seem", "\"Came for?\" Mr. Oyster snorted.\n \"I'm merely waiting for your girl to\n make out my receipt. I thought you\n had already left.\"", "Simon was shaking his head. \"Not\n interested.\"\n\n\n As soon as Betty had got her jaw\n back into place, she glared unbelievingly\n at him.", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"", "Simon said, \"You want to hire me\n to find a time traveler and in some\n manner or other—any manner will", "\"I did,\" Simon groaned. \"Three\n times.\"\n\n\n Betty stared at him. \"You mean—\"\n\n\n Simon nodded, miserably.", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "Betty and Simon waited.", "\"Right!\"\n\n\n Betty had been looking from one\n to the other. Now she said, plaintively,\n \"But where are you going to find\n one of these characters—especially if\n they're interested in keeping hid?\"", "Mr. Oyster. I was going to have to\n give him some kind of report for his\n money. Time travel yet! What a\n laugh!" ], [ "Simon said unenthusiastically,\n \"Good morning, Mr. Oyster.\" He indicated\n the client's chair. \"Sit down,\n sir.\"", "The client fussed himself with\n Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed\n Simon, said finally, \"You know", "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "\"Don't yell at me, I\n feel awful,\" Simon told\n her. He sat down at his desk, passed\n his tongue over his teeth in distaste,\n groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the\n aspirin bottle.", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "the top sheet off that calendar yourself,\n not half an hour ago, just before\n this marble-missing client came\n in.\" She added, irrelevantly, \"Time", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"", "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "Simon was shaking his head. \"Not\n interested.\"\n\n\n As soon as Betty had got her jaw\n back into place, she glared unbelievingly\n at him.", "\"Confound it if I know,\" the little\n fellow growled. \"How?\"\n\n\n Simon said, \"Let's get to the point,\n what you wanted to see me about.\"", "Simon said, mournful of tone,\n \"Fifty dollars? Why not make it five\n hundred?\"", "that he hadn't ponied up that thousand\n dollars advance for anything\n less than immediate service. Stuffing\n his receipt in his wallet, he fussed", "He slammed the door after him\n as he left.\n\n\n Simon winced at the noise, took\n the aspirin bottle from its drawer,\n took two, washed them down with\n water from the desk carafe.", "three minutes, and then came back.\"\n\"See here,\" Mr. Oyster said (interrupting\n Simon's story), \"did you\n say this was supposed to be amusing,", "\"No go,\" Simon said, a sad quality\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"A fifty thousand dollar bonus if\n you bring me a time traveler.\"\n\n\n \"Out of the question,\" Simon\n said.", "The potential client sat more erect,\n obviously with intent to hold the\n floor for a time. He removed the\n pince-nez glasses and pointed them\n at Betty. He said, \"Have you read\n much science fiction, Miss?\"", "this:\"\nI got a thousand dollars from Mr.\n Oyster (Simon began) in the way\n of an advance, and leaving him with", "Simon seemed incapable of carrying\n the ball this morning, so Betty\n said, \"But ... Mr. Oyster, if the\n future has developed time travel why\n don't we ever meet such travelers?\"" ], [ "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "\"I did,\" Simon groaned. \"Three\n times.\"\n\n\n Betty stared at him. \"You mean—\"\n\n\n Simon nodded, miserably.", "Simon was shaking his head. \"Not\n interested.\"\n\n\n As soon as Betty had got her jaw\n back into place, she glared unbelievingly\n at him.", "Simon said nothing. Across the\n room, where she had resumed her\n seat, Betty cleared her throat. When\n Simon continued to say nothing she\n ventured, \"Time travel is impossible.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "The client fussed himself with\n Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed\n Simon, said finally, \"You know", "\"You mean,\" Betty was suddenly\n furious at him, \"you've given up!\n Why this is the biggest thing— Why\n the fifty thousand dollars is nothing.\n The future! Just think!\"", "He looked over at Betty and said,\n almost as though reciting, \"What I\n need is a vacation.\"\n\n\n \"What,\" Betty said, \"are you going\n to use for money?\"", "Simon put in a word. \"The usual\n explanation, Betty, is that they can't\n afford to allow the space-time continuum", "Betty\n looked up from\n her magazine. She said\n mildly, \"You're late.\"", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "Simon seemed incapable of carrying\n the ball this morning, so Betty\n said, \"But ... Mr. Oyster, if the\n future has developed time travel why\n don't we ever meet such travelers?\"", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "The potential client sat more erect,\n obviously with intent to hold the\n floor for a time. He removed the\n pince-nez glasses and pointed them\n at Betty. He said, \"Have you read\n much science fiction, Miss?\"", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"", "three minutes, and then came back.\"\n\"See here,\" Mr. Oyster said (interrupting\n Simon's story), \"did you\n say this was supposed to be amusing,", "Betty and Simon waited.", "\"Don't yell at me, I\n feel awful,\" Simon told\n her. He sat down at his desk, passed\n his tongue over his teeth in distaste,\n groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the\n aspirin bottle.", "\"Confound it if I know,\" the little\n fellow growled. \"How?\"\n\n\n Simon said, \"Let's get to the point,\n what you wanted to see me about.\"", "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"" ], [ "He slammed the door after him\n as he left.\n\n\n Simon winced at the noise, took\n the aspirin bottle from its drawer,\n took two, washed them down with\n water from the desk carafe.", "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "\"Don't yell at me, I\n feel awful,\" Simon told\n her. He sat down at his desk, passed\n his tongue over his teeth in distaste,\n groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the\n aspirin bottle.", "\"Providence,\" Simon told her\n whilst fiddling with the aspirin bottle,\n \"will provide.\"", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "Simon said unenthusiastically,\n \"Good morning, Mr. Oyster.\" He indicated\n the client's chair. \"Sit down,\n sir.\"", "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "Simon said wearily, \"There's just\n one thing you can bring back with\n you from the future, a hangover compounded", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "Arth was gone. He came back in\n two or three minutes, box of pills in\n hand. \"Here, take one of these.\"", "The client fussed himself with\n Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed\n Simon, said finally, \"You know", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "\"Confound it if I know,\" the little\n fellow growled. \"How?\"\n\n\n Simon said, \"Let's get to the point,\n what you wanted to see me about.\"", "\"All right,\" I told him plaintively.\n \"I'm clean. I won't mess up the\n place. All I've got is a hangover, not\n lice.\"", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"", "the top sheet off that calendar yourself,\n not half an hour ago, just before\n this marble-missing client came\n in.\" She added, irrelevantly, \"Time", "My head was killing me. \"This is\n where I came in, or something,\" I\n groaned.\n\n\n Arth said, \"That was last night.\"\n He looked at me over the rim of his\n beer mug.", "that he hadn't ponied up that thousand\n dollars advance for anything\n less than immediate service. Stuffing\n his receipt in his wallet, he fussed", "\"I did,\" Simon groaned. \"Three\n times.\"\n\n\n Betty stared at him. \"You mean—\"\n\n\n Simon nodded, miserably.", "Arth was sitting on the edge of\n the bed holding his bald head in his\n hands. \"I remember now,\" he sorrowed." ], [ "She said, \"But\nSimon\n. Fifty thousand\n dollars bonus. If that story was\n true, you should have gone back\n again to Munich. If there was one\n time traveler, there might have\n been—\"", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "\"Anything,\" Simon said. \"Only\n one exception.\"\n\n\n \"Excellent. Do you believe in time\n travel?\"", "\"No go,\" Simon said, a sad quality\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"A fifty thousand dollar bonus if\n you bring me a time traveler.\"\n\n\n \"Out of the question,\" Simon\n said.", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "Simon said, mournful of tone,\n \"Fifty dollars? Why not make it five\n hundred?\"", "\"I did,\" Simon groaned. \"Three\n times.\"\n\n\n Betty stared at him. \"You mean—\"\n\n\n Simon nodded, miserably.", "Simon said, \"You want to hire me\n to find a time traveler and in some\n manner or other—any manner will", "\"Confound it if I know,\" the little\n fellow growled. \"How?\"\n\n\n Simon said, \"Let's get to the point,\n what you wanted to see me about.\"", "Simon said nothing. Across the\n room, where she had resumed her\n seat, Betty cleared her throat. When\n Simon continued to say nothing she\n ventured, \"Time travel is impossible.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "\"Don't yell at me, I\n feel awful,\" Simon told\n her. He sat down at his desk, passed\n his tongue over his teeth in distaste,\n groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the\n aspirin bottle.", "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "Simon was shaking his head. \"Not\n interested.\"\n\n\n As soon as Betty had got her jaw\n back into place, she glared unbelievingly\n at him.", "\"I keep telling you,\" Simon said\n bitterly, \"I went back there three\n times. There were hundreds of them.", "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "The client fussed himself with\n Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed\n Simon, said finally, \"You know", "Simon said wearily, \"There's just\n one thing you can bring back with\n you from the future, a hangover compounded", "this:\"\nI got a thousand dollars from Mr.\n Oyster (Simon began) in the way\n of an advance, and leaving him with" ], [ "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "\"Don't yell at me, I\n feel awful,\" Simon told\n her. He sat down at his desk, passed\n his tongue over his teeth in distaste,\n groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the\n aspirin bottle.", "He slammed the door after him\n as he left.\n\n\n Simon winced at the noise, took\n the aspirin bottle from its drawer,\n took two, washed them down with\n water from the desk carafe.", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "Simon was shaking his head. \"Not\n interested.\"\n\n\n As soon as Betty had got her jaw\n back into place, she glared unbelievingly\n at him.", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "\"Providence,\" Simon told her\n whilst fiddling with the aspirin bottle,\n \"will provide.\"", "\"Confound it if I know,\" the little\n fellow growled. \"How?\"\n\n\n Simon said, \"Let's get to the point,\n what you wanted to see me about.\"", "Arth was gone. He came back in\n two or three minutes, box of pills in\n hand. \"Here, take one of these.\"", "Simon said unenthusiastically,\n \"Good morning, Mr. Oyster.\" He indicated\n the client's chair. \"Sit down,\n sir.\"", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "I finished my\nmass\n. \"I'll help\n you,\" I told him. \"Very noble endeavor.\n Name is Simon.\"\n\n\n \"Arth,\" he said. \"How could you\n help?\"", "Simon said wearily, \"There's just\n one thing you can bring back with\n you from the future, a hangover compounded", "\"All right,\" I told him plaintively.\n \"I'm clean. I won't mess up the\n place. All I've got is a hangover, not\n lice.\"", "Simon said, mournful of tone,\n \"Fifty dollars? Why not make it five\n hundred?\"", "\"No go,\" Simon said, a sad quality\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"A fifty thousand dollar bonus if\n you bring me a time traveler.\"\n\n\n \"Out of the question,\" Simon\n said.", "\"You haven't got a handful of\n aspirin, have you?\" I asked him.", "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "\"Anything,\" Simon said. \"Only\n one exception.\"\n\n\n \"Excellent. Do you believe in time\n travel?\"", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"" ] ]

[ "Why did Edith greet her husband the way she did when he returned home?", "How did Henry feel about the remodeled bedrooms?", "Why did nobody react when Henry's mother started crying at the table?", "Why was the cemetery joke a faux pas?", "Why is it ironic that Henry was uncomfortable to see his house rebuilt?", "Which best describes how Edith feels about Henry's return home?", "Why is Henry referred to as the First One", "Why did Rhona look sick while she was dancing with Hank?", "How did Ralphie feel about his father's return?" ]

[ [ "She was upset that Henry had not been there for their son for some time.", "She was nervous because she had not seen him in almost a year.", "In some ways, he was not the man who had left and she was nervous about the change.", "She had met another man and did not know how to tell Henry about him." ], [ "He was thankful to have a private place to rest.", "He felt sad that yet another thing was unfamiliar.", "He was angry because he really liked his old bed.", "He thought the new paint was nice but didn't like the furniture." ], [ "They didn't understand what was wrong and felt too awkward to say anything.", "They were too busy taking care of other details surrounding the meal.", "They felt for her in all of the uncertainty and tension.", "They were used to her tears and knew it was better not to say anything." ], [ "Henry had watched many people die recently, including his own commanding officer.", "Henry himself had almost died and did not want to be reminded of the trauma.", "The joke was so old that made everyone uncomfortable to hear again.", "Henry had died, but nobody was comfortable enough to talk about it." ], [ "He used to like change, and always encouraged remodeling projects", "It used to be his wife that hated change, not Henry.", "He himself was rebuilt, in some sense.", "He had said he would do the remodeling himself when he got back, but it was done when he arrived." ], [ "She is uncertain about how the Henry in front of her is different from the one who left 11 months ago", "She feels relieved that he made it back from his trip alive.", "She is thankful that her family is now back together.", "She is nervous about how the environment of Henry's trip might have changed him." ], [ "He was the first man to make it back from a Mars mission.", "Was the first person pieced back together after death.", "He was the first American to walk on the surface of Mars.", "He was the first one to make it back alive from the type of trip that he went on." ], [ "She had decided she needed to stop flirting with him and was upset by this.", "Hank was already very drunk and the smell of alcohol on his breath appalled her.", "He was not the Hank she was used to dancing with.", "She had had too much to drink and her stomach was bothered." ], [ "He was thankful to have someone to spend time with other than his friends.", "He was relieved to have his father back home.", "He was nervous about the changes but tried to adapt to the new situation.", "He was scared of the man his father had become and tried to avoid him at all costs." ] ]

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[ [ "But he didn't sleep long. Edith shook him and he opened his eyes to a\n lighted room. \"Phil and Rhona are here.\" He blinked at her. She smiled,", "Edith was leading him into the living room, her hand lying still in his,\n a cool, dead bird lying still in his. He sat down on the couch, she sat\n down beside him—but she had hesitated. He", "didn't wait for Edith. He just got out and walked up the flagstone path\n and entered the house.\n\"Hank,\" Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, \"I'm so sorry—\"", "Edith said, \"Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please\n believe that. Please be patient with me and Ralphie and—\" She paused.\n \"There's one question.\"", "He and Edith sat beside each other, and he wanted badly to take her in\n his arms, and yet he didn't want to oppress her. He stood up. \"I'm very", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "Edith said, \"He'll stay home, Hank. We'll spend an evening\n together—talking, watching TV, playing Monopoly.\"", "knocker on the new door and heard the soft music sound within. He was\n surprised that he'd had to do this. He'd thought Edith would be watching\n at a window.", "Edith nodded and, still holding to Ralphie with one hand, put the other\n arm around him. He kissed her—her neck, her cheek—and all the old", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "she was trying to be the old Edith and not succeeding. This time when\n the music ended, he was ready to go home.", "He was glad when the official greeting was over. He was a very tired man\n and he had come farther, traveled longer and over darker country, than", "while.\" She touched his shoulder in passing—his affectionate, effusive\n mother who would kiss stray dogs and strange children, who had often\n irritated him with an excess of physical and verbal caresses—she barely", "full of jokes. He patted Edith on the head the way he always had, and\n clapped Hank on the shoulder (but not the way he always had—so much", "Rhona glanced to the left, and so did Hank and Edith. Rhona made a\n little sound, and Edith seemed to stop breathing, but Phil went on a\n while longer, not yet aware of his supposed\nfaux pas\n.", "He and Edith danced. He didn't hold her close as he had Rhona. He waited\n for her to come close on her own, and she did, and yet she didn't.", "They rode back to town along Route Nine, he and Edith in the rear of\n Phil's car, Rhona driving because Phil had drunk just a little too much,", "also expected it. This entire first day at home had conditioned him to\n expect nothing good. They went to the bowling alleys, and Phil sounded\n very much the way he always had—soft spoken and full of laughter and", "The door opened; he looked at her. It hadn't been too long and she\n hadn't changed at all. She was still the small, slender girl he'd loved", "\"I saw nothing,\" he said. \"It was as if I slept those six and a half\n months—slept without dreaming.\"\n\n\n She came to him and touched his face with her lips, and he was\n satisfied." ], [ "the small guest room to their bedroom. This, too, had changed. It was\n newly painted and it had new furniture. He saw twin beds separated by an\n ornate little table with an ornate little lamp, and this looked more", "They had put a porch in front. They had rehabilitated, spruced up,\n almost rebuilt the entire outside and grounds. But he was sorry. He had\n wanted it to be as before.", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "The house had changed. He saw that as soon as the official car let him\n off at 45 Roosevelt Street. The change was, he knew, for the better.", "But sometime later, as he was dozing off, a sense of reassurance began\n filtering into his mind. After all, he was still Henry Devers, the same", "\"I'm going to stay in the guest room,\" he said, \"for as long as\n necessary. For good if need be.\"\n\n\n \"How could it be for good? How, Hank?\"", "Mother and Joe returned a few minutes later where he sat forcing food\n down his throat. Mother said, \"Henry dear—\" He didn't answer. She began", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "they wouldn't let him; they felt he had changed too much.\nShe led him upstairs and along the foyer past Ralphie's room and past", "But he didn't sleep long. Edith shook him and he opened his eyes to a\n lighted room. \"Phil and Rhona are here.\" He blinked at her. She smiled,", "were all standing now. He sat there and pounded the table with his big\n right fist—Henry Devers, who would never have thought of making such a", "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "Edith was leading him into the living room, her hand lying still in his,\n a cool, dead bird lying still in his. He sat down on the couch, she sat\n down beside him—but she had hesitated. He", "\"No, not this bed,\" she said quickly. \"Your lodge donated the bedroom\n set and I really didn't know—\" She waved her hand, her face white.", "He walked up what had once been a concrete path and was now an ornate\n flagstone path. He climbed the new porch and raised the ornamental", "knocker on the new door and heard the soft music sound within. He was\n surprised that he'd had to do this. He'd thought Edith would be watching\n at a window.", "\"Not this bed,\" he murmured, and was a little sorry afterward.", "didn't wait for Edith. He just got out and walked up the flagstone path\n and entered the house.\n\"Hank,\" Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, \"I'm so sorry—\"", "He was glad when the official greeting was over. He was a very tired man\n and he had come farther, traveled longer and over darker country, than", "into the living room for a while. \"She'll be back for dessert, of\n course,\" he said, his laugh sounding forced." ], [ "Mother and Joe returned a few minutes later where he sat forcing food\n down his throat. Mother said, \"Henry dear—\" He didn't answer. She began", "she burst into tears. It shocked him. But what shocked him even more was\n the fact that no one looked up, commented, made any attempt to comfort", "He was sitting directly across from Mother, and reached out and touched\n her left hand which lay limply beside the silverware. She didn't move", "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "her; no one indicated in any way that a woman was sobbing at the table.", "to cry, and he was glad she left the house then. He had never said\n anything really bad to his mother. He was afraid this would have been\n the time. Joe merely cleared his throat and mumbled something about", "She served him, and spooned out a portion for herself and Ralphie. She\n hesitated near his chair, and when he made no comment she called the\n boy. Then the three of them were sitting, facing the empty side of the", "and then down to her plate. Mother, who was still sniffling, said, \"I\n have a dismal headache. I'm going to lie down in the guest room a", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "Rhona glanced to the left, and so did Hank and Edith. Rhona made a\n little sound, and Edith seemed to stop breathing, but Phil went on a\n while longer, not yet aware of his supposed\nfaux pas\n.", "were all standing now. He sat there and pounded the table with his big\n right fist—Henry Devers, who would never have thought of making such a", "while.\" She touched his shoulder in passing—his affectionate, effusive\n mother who would kiss stray dogs and strange children, who had often\n irritated him with an excess of physical and verbal caresses—she barely", "He slept.\nDinner was at seven\n p.m.\n His mother came; his Uncle Joe and Aunt Lucille\n came. Together with Edith, Ralphie and himself, they made six, and ate\n in the dining room at the big table.", "him. But except for a few abortive glances in his direction, it was as\n if he were a stranger in a city halfway around the world.", "The car was filled with horrified silence when there should have been\n nothing but laughter, or irritation at a too-old joke. \"Maybe you should", "mumbled, \"Soup's getting cold,\" and began to eat. His hand shook a\n little; his ruddy face was not quite as ruddy as Hank remembered it.", "They answered together that of course they wanted to. But their\n eyes—his wife's and son's eyes—could not meet his, and so he said he", "Aunt Lucille made a few quavering statements about the Ladies' Tuesday\n Garden Club, and Hank looked across the table to where she sat between", "So now five of them sat at the table. The meat was served—thin, rare\n slices of beef, the pink blood-juice oozing warmly from the center. He" ], [ "\"Because people are dying to get in,\" Hank said, and looked through the\n window, past the iron fence, into the large cemetery at the fleeting\n tombstones.", "The car was filled with horrified silence when there should have been\n nothing but laughter, or irritation at a too-old joke. \"Maybe you should", "let me out right here,\" Hank said. \"I'm home—or that's what everyone\n seems to think. Maybe I should lie down in an open grave. Maybe that", "Rhona glanced to the left, and so did Hank and Edith. Rhona made a\n little sound, and Edith seemed to stop breathing, but Phil went on a\n while longer, not yet aware of his supposed\nfaux pas\n.", "Edith was leading him into the living room, her hand lying still in his,\n a cool, dead bird lying still in his. He sat down on the couch, she sat\n down beside him—but she had hesitated. He", "\"You know why?\" he repeated, turning to the back seat, the laughter\n rumbling up from his chest. \"You know why, folks?\"\n\n\n Rhona said, \"Did you notice Carl Braken and his wife at—\"", "Hank said, \"No, Phil, why is it the most popular place on earth?\"\n\n\n Phil said, \"Because people are—\" And then he caught himself and waved\n his hand and muttered, \"I forgot the punch line.\"", "She said, \"Of course. How stupid of me, expecting you to sit around and\n make small talk and pick up just where you left off.\"", "him. But except for a few abortive glances in his direction, it was as\n if he were a stranger in a city halfway around the world.", "looked at his wife and then past her at the long, cast-iron fence\n paralleling the road. \"Hey,\" he said, pointing, \"do you know why that's\n the most popular place on earth?\"", "full of jokes. He patted Edith on the head the way he always had, and\n clapped Hank on the shoulder (but not the way he always had—so much", "cut into it and raised a forkful to his mouth, then glanced at Ralphie\n and said, \"Looks fresh enough to have been killed in the back yard.\"", "They were on the dance floor. He held her close, and hummed and chatted.\n And through the alcoholic haze saw she was a stiff-smiled, stiff-bodied,\n mechanical dancing doll.", "He nodded. But that was exactly what he wanted to do—make small talk\n and pick up just where he'd left off. But they didn't expect it of him;", "parishioners to treat him. But they had all come around. The tremendous\n national interest, the fact that he was the First One, had made them\n come around. It was obvious by now that they would have to adjust as", "They had put a porch in front. They had rehabilitated, spruced up,\n almost rebuilt the entire outside and grounds. But he was sorry. He had\n wanted it to be as before.", "She also tried to smile. \"The one near the window. You always liked the\n fresh air, the sunshine in the morning. You always said it helped you", "He said, voice hoarse, \"Shut up. Go away. Let me eat alone. I'm sick of\n the lot of you.\"", "That question was perhaps the first firm basis for hope he'd had since\n returning. And there was something else; what Carlisle had told him,\n even as Carlisle himself had reacted as all men did.", "Aunt Lucille smiled, if you could call it that—a pitiful twitching of\n the lips—and nodded. She threw her eyes in his direction, and past him," ], [ "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "They had put a porch in front. They had rehabilitated, spruced up,\n almost rebuilt the entire outside and grounds. But he was sorry. He had\n wanted it to be as before.", "But sometime later, as he was dozing off, a sense of reassurance began\n filtering into his mind. After all, he was still Henry Devers, the same", "The house had changed. He saw that as soon as the official car let him\n off at 45 Roosevelt Street. The change was, he knew, for the better.", "Mother and Joe returned a few minutes later where he sat forcing food\n down his throat. Mother said, \"Henry dear—\" He didn't answer. She began", "\"Because people are dying to get in,\" Hank said, and looked through the\n window, past the iron fence, into the large cemetery at the fleeting\n tombstones.", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "him. But except for a few abortive glances in his direction, it was as\n if he were a stranger in a city halfway around the world.", "They had been right to worry. He had suffered much after that blow-up.\n But now they should be rejoicing, because he had survived and made the", "He was glad when the official greeting was over. He was a very tired man\n and he had come farther, traveled longer and over darker country, than", "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "were all standing now. He sat there and pounded the table with his big\n right fist—Henry Devers, who would never have thought of making such a", "any man who'd ever lived before. He wanted a meal at his own table, a\n kiss from his wife, a word from his son, and later to see some old", "to cry, and he was glad she left the house then. He had never said\n anything really bad to his mother. He was afraid this would have been\n the time. Joe merely cleared his throat and mumbled something about", "He walked up what had once been a concrete path and was now an ornate\n flagstone path. He climbed the new porch and raised the ornamental", "He and Edith sat beside each other, and he wanted badly to take her in\n his arms, and yet he didn't want to oppress her. He stood up. \"I'm very", "That question was perhaps the first firm basis for hope he'd had since\n returning. And there was something else; what Carlisle had told him,\n even as Carlisle himself had reacted as all men did.", "He was glad. He'd had enough of strangers. Not that he was through with\n strangers. There were dozens of them up and down the street, standing\n beside parked cars, looking at him. But when he looked back at them,", "mumbled, \"Soup's getting cold,\" and began to eat. His hand shook a\n little; his ruddy face was not quite as ruddy as Hank remembered it.", "Edith was leading him into the living room, her hand lying still in his,\n a cool, dead bird lying still in his. He sat down on the couch, she sat\n down beside him—but she had hesitated. He" ], [ "Edith said, \"Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please\n believe that. Please be patient with me and Ralphie and—\" She paused.\n \"There's one question.\"", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "He and Edith sat beside each other, and he wanted badly to take her in\n his arms, and yet he didn't want to oppress her. He stood up. \"I'm very", "Edith was leading him into the living room, her hand lying still in his,\n a cool, dead bird lying still in his. He sat down on the couch, she sat\n down beside him—but she had hesitated. He", "didn't wait for Edith. He just got out and walked up the flagstone path\n and entered the house.\n\"Hank,\" Edith whispered from the guest room doorway, \"I'm so sorry—\"", "But he didn't sleep long. Edith shook him and he opened his eyes to a\n lighted room. \"Phil and Rhona are here.\" He blinked at her. She smiled,", "Edith said, \"He'll stay home, Hank. We'll spend an evening\n together—talking, watching TV, playing Monopoly.\"", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "she was trying to be the old Edith and not succeeding. This time when\n the music ended, he was ready to go home.", "knocker on the new door and heard the soft music sound within. He was\n surprised that he'd had to do this. He'd thought Edith would be watching\n at a window.", "Mother and Joe returned a few minutes later where he sat forcing food\n down his throat. Mother said, \"Henry dear—\" He didn't answer. She began", "Edith nodded and, still holding to Ralphie with one hand, put the other\n arm around him. He kissed her—her neck, her cheek—and all the old", "while.\" She touched his shoulder in passing—his affectionate, effusive\n mother who would kiss stray dogs and strange children, who had often\n irritated him with an excess of physical and verbal caresses—she barely", "ready. And there'll be many more, Edith. The government is going to save\n all they possibly can from now on. Every time a young and healthy man", "support, the thirty-three-year old woman and ten-year-old boy. They\n looked at him, and then both moved forward, still together. He said,\n \"It's good to be home!\"", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "Rhona glanced to the left, and so did Hank and Edith. Rhona made a\n little sound, and Edith seemed to stop breathing, but Phil went on a\n while longer, not yet aware of his supposed\nfaux pas\n.", "He sat up. \"Phil,\" he muttered. \"Phil and Rhona.\" They'd had wonderful\n times together, from grammar school on. Phil and Rhona, their oldest and\n closest friends. Perhaps this would begin his real homecoming.", "But sometime later, as he was dozing off, a sense of reassurance began\n filtering into his mind. After all, he was still Henry Devers, the same", "They rode back to town along Route Nine, he and Edith in the rear of\n Phil's car, Rhona driving because Phil had drunk just a little too much," ], [ "parishioners to treat him. But they had all come around. The tremendous\n national interest, the fact that he was the First One, had made them\n come around. It was obvious by now that they would have to adjust as", "But sometime later, as he was dozing off, a sense of reassurance began\n filtering into his mind. After all, he was still Henry Devers, the same", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "scene before, but who was now so sick and tired of being treated as the\n First One, of being stood back from, looked at in awe of, felt in fear\n of, that he could have smashed more than a table.", "man who had left home eleven months ago, with a love for family and\n friends which was, if anything, stronger than before. Once he could\n communicate this, the strangeness would disappear and the First One", "THE FIRST ONE\nBy HERBERT D. KASTLE\nIllustrated by von Dongen", "Mother and Joe returned a few minutes later where he sat forcing food\n down his throat. Mother said, \"Henry dear—\" He didn't answer. She began", "Before he'd become the First One, it would have been a noisy affair. His\n family had never been noted for a lack of ebullience, a lack of", "were all standing now. He sat there and pounded the table with his big\n right fist—Henry Devers, who would never have thought of making such a", "The number finished; they walked back to the booth. Phil said,\n \"Beddy-bye time.\"\n\n\n Hank said, \"First one dance with my loving wife.\"", "their eyes dropped, they turned away, they began moving off. He was\n still too much the First One to have his gaze met.", "\"Because people are dying to get in,\" Hank said, and looked through the\n window, past the iron fence, into the large cemetery at the fleeting\n tombstones.", "little time. Because it's so strange, Hank. Because it's so frightening.\n I should have told you that the moment you walked in. I think I've hurt", "Edith said, \"Yes, and I'm so grateful that you're here, Hank. Please\n believe that. Please be patient with me and Ralphie and—\" She paused.\n \"There's one question.\"", "Phil singing and telling an occasional bad joke, and somehow not his old\n self. No one was his old self. No one would ever be his old self with\n the First One.", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want", "\"There are others coming, Edith. Eight that I know of in the tanks right\n now. My superior, Captain Davidson, who died at the same moment I", "him. But except for a few abortive glances in his direction, it was as\n if he were a stranger in a city halfway around the world.", "more gently, almost remotely), and insisted they all drink more than was\n good for them as he always had. And for once, Hank was ready to go along", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was" ], [ "of flirting with him. Pretty Rhona, who now looked as if she were going\n to be sick.", "Rhona glanced to the left, and so did Hank and Edith. Rhona made a\n little sound, and Edith seemed to stop breathing, but Phil went on a\n while longer, not yet aware of his supposed\nfaux pas\n.", "mind was blurred, and yet he could read the strange expression on her\n face—pretty Rhona, who'd always flirted with him, who'd made a ritual", "At midnight, he was still drinking. The others wanted to leave, but he\n said, \"I haven't danced with my girl Rhona.\" His tongue was thick, his", "He and Edith danced. He didn't hold her close as he had Rhona. He waited\n for her to come close on her own, and she did, and yet she didn't.", "They were on the dance floor. He held her close, and hummed and chatted.\n And through the alcoholic haze saw she was a stiff-smiled, stiff-bodied,\n mechanical dancing doll.", "looked at Hank, and Hank nodded encouragement, desperately interested in\n this normalcy, and Joe's voice died away. He looked down at his plate,", "But he didn't sleep long. Edith shook him and he opened his eyes to a\n lighted room. \"Phil and Rhona are here.\" He blinked at her. She smiled,", "mumbled, \"Soup's getting cold,\" and began to eat. His hand shook a\n little; his ruddy face was not quite as ruddy as Hank remembered it.", "They rode back to town along Route Nine, he and Edith in the rear of\n Phil's car, Rhona driving because Phil had drunk just a little too much,", "Because while she put herself against him, there was something in her\n face—no, in her eyes; it always showed in the eyes—that made him know", "The number finished; they walked back to the booth. Phil said,\n \"Beddy-bye time.\"\n\n\n Hank said, \"First one dance with my loving wife.\"", "and Hank went right on drinking. Edith said something to him, but he\n merely smiled and waved his hand and gulped another ounce of nirvana.", "\"You know why?\" he repeated, turning to the back seat, the laughter\n rumbling up from his chest. \"You know why, folks?\"\n\n\n Rhona said, \"Did you notice Carl Braken and his wife at—\"", "Aunt Lucille smiled, if you could call it that—a pitiful twitching of\n the lips—and nodded. She threw her eyes in his direction, and past him,", "Aunt Lucille made a few quavering statements about the Ladies' Tuesday\n Garden Club, and Hank looked across the table to where she sat between", "chewing, gazing out over their heads to the kitchen. Hank looked at\n Lucille; she was disappearing into the living room.", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "then\n-I'll-put-my-pack-aside jokes that spoke of terrible hunger.\n She was trembling, and even as her lips came up to touch his he felt the", "and it seemed her old smile. \"They're so anxious to see you, Hank. I\n could barely keep Phil from coming up and waking you himself. They want" ], [ "Ralphie stood in his arms as if his feet were still planted on the\n floor, and he didn't look at his father but somewhere beyond him. \"I\n didn't grow much while you were gone, Dad, Mom says I don't eat enough.\"", "difference, and because of this difference he turned with urgency to\n Ralphie and picked him up and hugged him and said, because he could", "Ralphie said, \"Gee, sure, Dad, if you want to.\"\n\n\n Hank stood up. \"The question is not whether I want to. You both know I\n want to. The question is whether\nyou\nwant to.\"", "Ralphie said, \"Yeah, Dad.\" Aunt Lucille put down her knife and fork and\n murmured something to her husband. Joe cleared his throat and said\n Lucille was rapidly becoming a vegetarian and he guessed she was going", "\"You promised the boys you'd play baseball or football or handball or\n something; anything to get away from your father.\"\n\n\n Ralphie's head dropped and he muttered, \"Aw, no, Dad.\"", "Edith nodded and, still holding to Ralphie with one hand, put the other\n arm around him. He kissed her—her neck, her cheek—and all the old", "Ralphie had changed; all the people he knew had probably\n changed—because they thought\nhe\nhad changed.", "He nodded, remembering that, remembering everything, remembering the\n warmth of her farewell, the warmth of Ralphie's farewell, their tears as", "in uniform, had not actually spoken to him as one man to another.\nThe eyes. It always showed in their eyes.\nHe looked across the room at Ralphie, standing in the doorway, a boy", "already tall, already widening in the shoulders, already large of\n feature. It was like looking into the mirror and seeing himself\n twenty-five years ago. But Ralphie's face was drawn, was worried in a", "He slept.\nDinner was at seven\n p.m.\n His mother came; his Uncle Joe and Aunt Lucille\n came. Together with Edith, Ralphie and himself, they made six, and ate\n in the dining room at the big table.", "So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was,\n the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being.", "long journey. Ralphie suddenly said, \"I got to go, Dad. I promised Walt\n and the others I'd pitch. It's Inter-Town Little League, you know. It's", "Still, he was the honored home-comer, the successful returnee, the\n hometown boy who had made good in a big way, and they took the triumphal", "Hank looked at Edith; Edith was busy with her plate. Hank looked at\n Ralphie; Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe; Joe was", "cut into it and raised a forkful to his mouth, then glanced at Ralphie\n and said, \"Looks fresh enough to have been killed in the back yard.\"", "That question was perhaps the first firm basis for hope he'd had since\n returning. And there was something else; what Carlisle had told him,\n even as Carlisle himself had reacted as all men did.", "also expected it. This entire first day at home had conditioned him to\n expect nothing good. They went to the bowling alleys, and Phil sounded\n very much the way he always had—soft spoken and full of laughter and", "She served him, and spooned out a portion for herself and Ralphie. She\n hesitated near his chair, and when he made no comment she called the\n boy. Then the three of them were sitting, facing the empty side of the", "in high school, the small, slender woman he'd married twelve years ago.\n Ralphie was with her. They held onto each other as if seeking mutual" ] ]

[ "Why is it significant that the aliens only differ from humans in one physical characteristic?", "What is the aliens' goal on the surface of Earth?", "What is the relationship between the two aliens?", "Why are the aliens not sure if they can help the humans?", "Why did the aliens decide to land during wintertime?", "What is the connection between the aliens in the present holiday?", "How did the climate affect the humans' perception of the aliens?", "Why does it take the aliens so long to make a decision about what to do?", "Why did the alien separate when they go down to the surface instead of working together?" ]

[ [ "The aliens happened to look like certain beings from stories of Earth's history.", "The fact that humans are shorter makes the aliens more imposing.", "It proves that the aliens and humans are actually distant relatives.", "It means the aliens will not be trusted when they land on earth." ], [ "They want to delay any wars until they can come back to help with backup", "They want to defuse the bombs", "They want to keep the humans from fighting and destroying themselves", "They want to officially connect the alien culture and the humans' culture" ], [ "The very strict power structure means that the second alien never has a say in the decisions that are made.", "They are equal rank and similar opinions means decisions are made quickly.", "They are nervous about overstepping the other's authority, meaning nothing ever gets done.", "They are curious about different aspects of the culture and are hesitant for different reasons, but both want to help the humans." ], [ "Their superiors would not approve of an intervention on this planet", "They do not think they have enough time to intervene like they wish they could", "They do not have experience with this specific type of military technology", "They have no way of communicating with the humans in their own languages" ], [ "They did not have enough gas to circle back in the summer time.", "They preferred the cold in the northern hemisphere to the heat of the southern hemisphere.", "They had to land now, and went where they could identify the best people to talk to.", "Their clothing fit in better in colder climates." ], [ "The holiday allows the aliens to study the economic impact of holidays.", "The timing of this trip allows the aliens to see an important holiday first hand.", "The aliens happen to fit the image many humans have of this holiday.", "The holiday means that there are more people off of work to interact with for the aliens to learn from." ], [ "The cold pushed the aliens to fly a bit, exposing their wings.", "The aliens seemed extra out of place in the cold.", "The cold was what allowed their ships to glow and look powerful.", "The cold made it harder for the aliens to travel on the surface." ], [ "They do not know if it is worth the time to learn a human language to try to convince the humans to maintain peace.", "They are cautious because they do not want to get hit by a missile or bomb.", "The aliens do not actually want to help, but are required to, so they are hesitant to make a move.", "They cannot decide if they have time to make a difference before they have to be somewhere else." ], [ "They want to take advantage of some alone time while they are not on their main ship.", "They have different knowledge of these different areas, as they travel to the areas they know more about.", "There is not space for two aliens in one small landing craft, so they must split up.", "They thought they could cover more ground this way and talk to more people about maintaining peace." ] ]

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[ [ "one thing they lack, and that's\n quite odd, they seem exactly like\n us. Is that what you wanted me\n to say?\"", "intently. \"Very much like ourselves,\"\n he said at last. \"A bit\n shorter perhaps, and most certainly\n incomplete. Except for the", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "\"It is. The fact that they are\n an incomplete version of ourselves\n touches me. They actually\n seem defenseless, though I suppose\n they're not.\"", "small craft slid inside the large\n one and doors closed behind\n them. In a short time the aliens\n met again.", "And the ship circled on,\n bright, shining, seeming to be a\n little piece clipped from the center\n of a star and brought near\n Earth to illuminate it. Never, or\n seldom, had Earth seen anything\n like it.", "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "\"I suppose you're right,\" said\n Bal. \"I did think we ought to\n take advantage of our physical\n differences.\"", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "\"We've got to make or break,\"\n said the first alien.\n\n\n \"You know what I'm in favor\n of,\" said the second.", "\"Don't worry about that.\n They'll see it. Everybody on\n Earth will see it.\" Later, with the", "\"No. I didn't have time to find\n out. Some creature of their folklore\n I suppose. You know, except\n for our wings they're very much\n like ourselves. Their legends are\n bound to resemble ours.\"", "that he entered a small landing\n craft, which left a faintly luminescent\n trail as it plunged toward\n Earth. As soon as it was", "what they'll have to do if they're\n going to survive, how they can\n keep their planet in one piece so\n they can live on it.\"", "the ship moved much closer to\n Earth. They no longer needed instruments\n to see it. The planet\n revolved outside the visionports.\n The southern plains were green,", "ship in position, glowing against\n the darkness of space, pulsating\n with light, Bal said: \"You know,\n I feel better about this. We may", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar" ], [ "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "what they'll have to do if they're\n going to survive, how they can\n keep their planet in one piece so\n they can live on it.\"", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "small craft slid inside the large\n one and doors closed behind\n them. In a short time the aliens\n met again.", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar", "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "\"None. We leave the ship here\n and go down in separate landing\n craft. You can talk with me any\n time you want to through our\n communications, but don't unless\n you have to.\"", "\"We've got to make or break,\"\n said the first alien.\n\n\n \"You know what I'm in favor\n of,\" said the second.", "the ship moved much closer to\n Earth. They no longer needed instruments\n to see it. The planet\n revolved outside the visionports.\n The southern plains were green,", "\"Don't worry about that.\n They'll see it. Everybody on\n Earth will see it.\" Later, with the", "that he entered a small landing\n craft, which left a faintly luminescent\n trail as it plunged toward\n Earth. As soon as it was", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "And the ship circled on,\n bright, shining, seeming to be a\n little piece clipped from the center\n of a star and brought near\n Earth to illuminate it. Never, or\n seldom, had Earth seen anything\n like it.", "safe to do so, Bal left in another\n craft, heading for the other side\n of the planet.\nAnd the spaceship circled\n Earth, unmanned, blazing and", "should occur to them they'll have\n no way of checking it. Also, they\n won't be eager to harm us with\n our ship shining down on them.\"", "\"You ought to know. You're\n running this one.\" Bal looked\n down at the planet. Clouds were\n beginning to form at the twilight\n edge. \"I hate to go down\n and leave the ship up here with\n no one in it.\"", "\"The more reason for stopping,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"The big\n bomb can destroy them. Without\n our help they may do just that.\"" ], [ "small craft slid inside the large\n one and doors closed behind\n them. In a short time the aliens\n met again.", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "\"We've got to make or break,\"\n said the first alien.\n\n\n \"You know what I'm in favor\n of,\" said the second.", "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "intently. \"Very much like ourselves,\"\n he said at last. \"A bit\n shorter perhaps, and most certainly\n incomplete. Except for the", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar", "\"It is. The fact that they are\n an incomplete version of ourselves\n touches me. They actually\n seem defenseless, though I suppose\n they're not.\"", "And the ship circled on,\n bright, shining, seeming to be a\n little piece clipped from the center\n of a star and brought near\n Earth to illuminate it. Never, or\n seldom, had Earth seen anything\n like it.", "\"I can guess,\" said Ethaniel,\n who had spoken first. \"The place\n is a complete mess. They've never\n done anything except fight\n each other—and invent better\n weapons.\"", "\"None. We leave the ship here\n and go down in separate landing\n craft. You can talk with me any\n time you want to through our\n communications, but don't unless\n you have to.\"", "ship in position, glowing against\n the darkness of space, pulsating\n with light, Bal said: \"You know,\n I feel better about this. We may", "\"You ought to know. You're\n running this one.\" Bal looked\n down at the planet. Clouds were\n beginning to form at the twilight\n edge. \"I hate to go down\n and leave the ship up here with\n no one in it.\"", "one thing they lack, and that's\n quite odd, they seem exactly like\n us. Is that what you wanted me\n to say?\"", "safe to do so, Bal left in another\n craft, heading for the other side\n of the planet.\nAnd the spaceship circled\n Earth, unmanned, blazing and", "\"It's myself I'm thinking\n about. Down there, alone.\"\n\n\n \"I'll be with you. On the other\n side of the Earth.\"" ], [ "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "what they'll have to do if they're\n going to survive, how they can\n keep their planet in one piece so\n they can live on it.\"", "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "\"A flat yes or no,\" said Bal.\n\n\n \"No. We can't help them,\" said\n Ethaniel. \"There is nothing we\n can do for them—but we have to\n try.\"", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "\"What can I say?\" said Bal.\n \"I suppose we can stop and look\n them over. We're not committing\n ourselves by looking.\"", "small craft slid inside the large\n one and doors closed behind\n them. In a short time the aliens\n met again.", "ship in position, glowing against\n the darkness of space, pulsating\n with light, Bal said: \"You know,\n I feel better about this. We may", "\"The more reason for stopping,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"The big\n bomb can destroy them. Without\n our help they may do just that.\"", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar", "\"It's as much as we can expect,\"\n said Ethaniel. \"They may\n have small wars after this, but\n never the big one. In fifty or a\n hundred years we can come back\n and see how much they've\n learned.\"", "\"Don't worry about that.\n They'll see it. Everybody on\n Earth will see it.\" Later, with the", "\"We've got to make or break,\"\n said the first alien.\n\n\n \"You know what I'm in favor\n of,\" said the second.", "\"They can't, and even if they\n did they wouldn't know what to\n do with our language. I want\n them to think that we don't\nneed\nto talk things over.\"", "\"They can't imagine that we'd\n light up an unmanned ship,\" said\n Ethaniel. \"Even if the thought", "\"It did. I don't know why, but\n it did,\" said Bal. \"Anyway, this\n agreement they made isn't the\n best but I think it will keep them\n from destroying themselves.\"" ], [ "that he entered a small landing\n craft, which left a faintly luminescent\n trail as it plunged toward\n Earth. As soon as it was", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar", "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "small craft slid inside the large\n one and doors closed behind\n them. In a short time the aliens\n met again.", "\"Yes. It's their winter.\"\n\n\n \"I did have an idea,\" said Bal.\n \"What about going down as supernatural\n beings?\"", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "\"None. We leave the ship here\n and go down in separate landing\n craft. You can talk with me any\n time you want to through our\n communications, but don't unless\n you have to.\"", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "the ship moved much closer to\n Earth. They no longer needed instruments\n to see it. The planet\n revolved outside the visionports.\n The southern plains were green,", "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "\"Me too, but mostly I'm cold,\"\n said Bal, shivering. \"Snow.\n Nothing but snow wherever I\n went. Miserable climate. And yet\n you had me go out walking after\n that first day.\"", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "And the ship circled on,\n bright, shining, seeming to be a\n little piece clipped from the center\n of a star and brought near\n Earth to illuminate it. Never, or\n seldom, had Earth seen anything\n like it.", "\"Don't worry about that.\n They'll see it. Everybody on\n Earth will see it.\" Later, with the", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "should occur to them they'll have\n no way of checking it. Also, they\n won't be eager to harm us with\n our ship shining down on them.\"", "pulsing with light. No star in the\n winter skies of the planet below\n could equal it in brilliancy. Once\n a man-made satellite came near", "\"I haven't thought of anything\n brilliant,\" said Ethaniel.\n\n\n \"Nor I,\" said Bal. \"We're going\n to have to go down there\n cold. And it will be cold.\"", "be cold where I'm going. You too.\n Sure we don't want to change\n our plans and land in the southern\n hemisphere? It's summer\n there.\"" ], [ "\"I see. I was thinking there\n might be some way we could tie\n ourselves in with this holiday.\n Make it work for us.\"\n\n\n \"If there is I haven't thought\n of it.\"", "small craft slid inside the large\n one and doors closed behind\n them. In a short time the aliens\n met again.", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "\"I see. It has become a business\n holiday.\"", "\"It was religious a long time\n ago,\" said Ethaniel. \"I didn't\n learn anything exact from radio\n and TV. Now it seems to be\n chiefly a time for eating, office\n parties, and selling merchandise.\"", "\"We've got to make or break,\"\n said the first alien.\n\n\n \"You know what I'm in favor\n of,\" said the second.", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "ship in position, glowing against\n the darkness of space, pulsating\n with light, Bal said: \"You know,\n I feel better about this. We may", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "intently. \"Very much like ourselves,\"\n he said at last. \"A bit\n shorter perhaps, and most certainly\n incomplete. Except for the", "that he entered a small landing\n craft, which left a faintly luminescent\n trail as it plunged toward\n Earth. As soon as it was", "one thing they lack, and that's\n quite odd, they seem exactly like\n us. Is that what you wanted me\n to say?\"", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "what they'll have to do if they're\n going to survive, how they can\n keep their planet in one piece so\n they can live on it.\"", "\"I'm aware of that,\" said Bal.\n \"Fill me in on that holiday, anything\n I ought to know. Probably\n religious in origin. That so?\"", "pulsing with light. No star in the\n winter skies of the planet below\n could equal it in brilliancy. Once\n a man-made satellite came near", "And the ship circled on,\n bright, shining, seeming to be a\n little piece clipped from the center\n of a star and brought near\n Earth to illuminate it. Never, or\n seldom, had Earth seen anything\n like it.", "\"It is. The fact that they are\n an incomplete version of ourselves\n touches me. They actually\n seem defenseless, though I suppose\n they're not.\"" ], [ "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "the ship moved much closer to\n Earth. They no longer needed instruments\n to see it. The planet\n revolved outside the visionports.\n The southern plains were green,", "small craft slid inside the large\n one and doors closed behind\n them. In a short time the aliens\n met again.", "And the ship circled on,\n bright, shining, seeming to be a\n little piece clipped from the center\n of a star and brought near\n Earth to illuminate it. Never, or\n seldom, had Earth seen anything\n like it.", "\"Me too, but mostly I'm cold,\"\n said Bal, shivering. \"Snow.\n Nothing but snow wherever I\n went. Miserable climate. And yet\n you had me go out walking after\n that first day.\"", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar", "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "that he entered a small landing\n craft, which left a faintly luminescent\n trail as it plunged toward\n Earth. As soon as it was", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "intently. \"Very much like ourselves,\"\n he said at last. \"A bit\n shorter perhaps, and most certainly\n incomplete. Except for the", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "vast distance did not mean that\n isolation could endure forever.\n Instruments within the ship intercepted\n radio broadcasts and,\n within the hour, early TV signals.", "ship in position, glowing against\n the darkness of space, pulsating\n with light, Bal said: \"You know,\n I feel better about this. We may", "\"I haven't thought of anything\n brilliant,\" said Ethaniel.\n\n\n \"Nor I,\" said Bal. \"We're going\n to have to go down there\n cold. And it will be cold.\"", "but it was dim and was lost sight\n of by the people below. During\n the day the ship was visible as\n a bright spot of light. At evening\n it seemed to burn through", "\"They may be unfriendly,\"\n Ethaniel acknowledged. Now he\n switched a monitor screen until\n he looked at the slope of a mountain.", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "safe to do so, Bal left in another\n craft, heading for the other side\n of the planet.\nAnd the spaceship circled\n Earth, unmanned, blazing and" ], [ "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "small craft slid inside the large\n one and doors closed behind\n them. In a short time the aliens\n met again.", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar", "\"Well, give me an hour to\n think of some way of going at\n it.\"\nIt was longer than that before\n they met again. In the meantime", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "\"What can I say?\" said Bal.\n \"I suppose we can stop and look\n them over. We're not committing\n ourselves by looking.\"", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "\"We've got to make or break,\"\n said the first alien.\n\n\n \"You know what I'm in favor\n of,\" said the second.", "\"None. We leave the ship here\n and go down in separate landing\n craft. You can talk with me any\n time you want to through our\n communications, but don't unless\n you have to.\"", "\"I may remind you that in two\n months twenty-nine days we're\n due in Willafours,\" said Bal.\n \"Without looking at the charts\n I can tell you we still have more\n than a hundred light-years to\n go.\"", "\"A week,\" said Ethaniel. \"We\n can spare a week and still get\n there on time.\"", "\"A week?\" said Bal. \"To settle\n their problems? They've had two\n world wars in one generation\n and that the third and final one\n is coming up you can't help feeling\n in everything they do.\"", "what they'll have to do if they're\n going to survive, how they can\n keep their planet in one piece so\n they can live on it.\"", "ship in position, glowing against\n the darkness of space, pulsating\n with light, Bal said: \"You know,\n I feel better about this. We may", "should occur to them they'll have\n no way of checking it. Also, they\n won't be eager to harm us with\n our ship shining down on them.\"", "\"It did. I don't know why, but\n it did,\" said Bal. \"Anyway, this\n agreement they made isn't the\n best but I think it will keep them\n from destroying themselves.\"" ], [ "\"None. We leave the ship here\n and go down in separate landing\n craft. You can talk with me any\n time you want to through our\n communications, but don't unless\n you have to.\"", "hurry if things get rough. They\n don't think much of each other.\n I don't imagine they'll like aliens\n any better.\"", "The course of the ship changed\n slightly; it was not much out of\n the way to swing nearer Earth.\n For days the two within the ship\n listened and watched with little\n comment. They had to decide\n soon.", "what they'll have to do if they're\n going to survive, how they can\n keep their planet in one piece so\n they can live on it.\"", "\"It's not what they've done,\"\n said Bal, the second alien. \"It's\n what they're going to do, with\n that big bomb.\"", "small craft slid inside the large\n one and doors closed behind\n them. In a short time the aliens\n met again.", "\"You ought to know. You're\n running this one.\" Bal looked\n down at the planet. Clouds were\n beginning to form at the twilight\n edge. \"I hate to go down\n and leave the ship up here with\n no one in it.\"", "\"If we're lucky they'll think\n that.\"\nBal looked out of the port at\n the planet below. \"It's going to", "\"That's thinking,\" said Bal,\n moving to the controls. \"I'll move\n the ship over where they can see\n it best and then I'll light it up.\n I'll really light it up.\"", "\"It did. I don't know why, but\n it did,\" said Bal. \"Anyway, this\n agreement they made isn't the\n best but I think it will keep them\n from destroying themselves.\"", "They went much closer to\n Earth, not intending to commit\n themselves. For a day they circled\n the planet, avoiding radar", "\"A very long time. There's\n nothing in this region of space\n our people want,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"And how long can Earth last?\n Ten years? Even ten months?\n The tension is building by the\n hour.\"", "safe to do so, Bal left in another\n craft, heading for the other side\n of the planet.\nAnd the spaceship circled\n Earth, unmanned, blazing and", "\"We've got to make or break,\"\n said the first alien.\n\n\n \"You know what I'm in favor\n of,\" said the second.", "\"It's not we who need help, but\n the people of Earth,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"See you in five days.\" With", "\"I can guess,\" said Ethaniel,\n who had spoken first. \"The place\n is a complete mess. They've never\n done anything except fight\n each other—and invent better\n weapons.\"", "\"That's not very close. I'd like\n it better if there were someone\n in the ship to bring it down in a", "\"All right,\" said Ethaniel.\n \"You take one side and I the\n other. We'll tell them bluntly", "that he entered a small landing\n craft, which left a faintly luminescent\n trail as it plunged toward\n Earth. As soon as it was", "should occur to them they'll have\n no way of checking it. Also, they\n won't be eager to harm us with\n our ship shining down on them.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the moral of the story?", "How does the Cosmic Express Ray work?", "Why is the machine operator willing to risk his job by sending Eric and Nada to Venus?", "Where do Eric and Nada's meals come from?", "Why don't Eric and Nada build a shelter first?", "Why does the Cosmic Express official assume Eric and Nada are the victims of the situation?", "Would Eric and Nada have been rescued, had the Cosmic Express operator not been drunk?" ]

[ [ "Be careful what you wish for.", "Climate change could lead to a world where humans could only survive indoors in an artificial climate.", "Overpopulation can lead to a world without nature, only giant cities.", "Make a plan and pack supplies before moving to a new place." ], [ "Matter is converted into power and sent out as a radiant beam. The beam is then focused to convert it back into atoms at the destination.", "A photographic lens picks up an object in one place and reproduces it in a different place using light rays.", "A radiant beam converts matter into power in order to be sent and then converted back into atoms at a new destination.", "Particles of electricity are united to form an atom." ], [ "The operator is an alcoholic, and alcohol has been outlawed.", "The operator thinks he sent them to Hong Kong,", "The operator is a friend of Eric's, and he owes Eric a favor.", "It does not occur to him that he is risking his job to send them." ], [ "Their meals are synthesized using light rays to reproduce a picture of food onto a plate.", "Their meals are delivered by a dumbwaiter.", "They have a food replicator in their apartment.", "Their meals are ordered on a device that sends messages to the apartment building kitchens." ], [ "They are looking for dry sticks to rub together.", "They are certain they will find tools.", "They are looking for flint to make a fire.", "They are looking for a cave." ], [ "The official is more concerned about the drunk operator, given that alcohol is outlawed. It does not occur to the official that anyone would request to be sent to Venus.", "There are only 16 designated Cosmic Express destinations, and Venus is not one of them.", "The official knows Eric and Nada should be arrested but does not want the situation to become a scandal.", "The Venus colony has not built a receiving station." ], [ "Yes. Eventually, someone would have checked the logs and recovered their bodies.", "No. The official only checked the logs because the operator was drunk.", "No. The operator told them he wouldn't be responsible.", "Yes. Eventually, someone would have checked the logs and started a search." ] ]

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[ [ "At the end of the month he\n delivered his promised story to\n his publishers, a thrilling tale of", "They stood up, triumphant.\n\n\n \"At last!\" Nada cried. \"We're\n free! Free of that hateful old\n civilization! We're back to Nature!\"", "\"No, I ask nothing except that\n you don't press charges against\n the boy. I don't want him to suffer\n for it in any way. My wife and\n I will be perfectly satisfied to get\n back to our apartment.\"", "The youth took the money,\n pressed a button. The door\n sprang open in the grill, and the\n frantic physician leaped through\n it.", "\"You're the perfect companion,\n Nada.... But now we\n must be practical. We must\n build a fire, find weapons, set up", "\"Yes, dear. Civilization has\n ruined the world. If we could only\n have lived a thousand years ago,\n when life was simple and natural,", "\"Not altogether. But I should\n worry! Here comes breakfast.\n Let me butter your toast.\"", "your stories, to get away from\n this hateful civilization, and live\n natural lives. Maybe a rocket—\"\nThe\n young author's eyes were", "at the simple, romantic lives his\n heroes led, paid him handsome\n royalties, and subconsciously\n shared his opinion that civilization\n had taken all the best from", "\"Queek! I have tell you zee\n truth! I have zee most urgent\n necessity to go queekly. A patient\n I have in Paree, zat ees in\n zee most creetical condition!\"", "himself in a mud-puddle. Beside\n him was Nada, opening her eyes\n and struggling up, her bright\n garments stained with black\n mud.", "The book was a huge success.\nTHE END", "\"Oh, that's all right. Between\n friends. Provided that stuff's\n genuine! Walk in and lie down on\n the crystal block. Hands at your\n sides. Don't move.\"", "\"Lie down on the crystal, face\n up,\" the young man ordered.\n \"Hands at your sides, don't\n breathe. Ready!\"", "Eric and Nada clung to each\n other, in doubt whether to stay\n or to fly through the storm.\n Gradually the sound of the conflict\n came nearer, until the earth\n shook beneath them, and they\n were afraid to move.", "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "\"Eric,\" a thin voice trembled.\n \"Don't you think—it might have\n been better— You know the old\n life was not so bad, after all.\"", "and began a series of fantastic\n bending exercises. But after a\n few half-hearted movements, he\n gave it up, and walked through\n an open door into a small bright", "Nothing bad in sight now. But,\n I say—how're you coming back?\n I haven't got time to watch you.\"", "glowing. He skipped across the\n floor, seized Nada, kissed her\n ecstatically. \"Splendid! Think of\n hunting in the virgin forest, and" ], [ "\"It is. You know short waves\n carry more energy than long\n ones. The Express Ray is an\n electromagnetic vibration of frequency\n far higher than that of\n even the Cosmic Ray, and correspondingly\n more powerful and\n more penetrating.\"", "the new Cosmic Express, is simply\n to convert the matter to be\n carried into power, send it out\n as a radiant beam and focus the\n beam to convert it back into", "\"I think the Express Ray is\n focused just at the surface of the\n crystal, from below,\" he said. \"It\n dissolves our substance, to be\n transmitted by the beam. It\n would look as if we were melting\n into the crystal.\"", "\"The Cosmic Express?\"\n\n\n \"A new invention. Just perfected\n a few weeks ago, I understand.\n By Ludwig Von der Valls,\n the German physicist.\"", "picture and reproduces it again\n on the plate—just the same as\n the Express Ray picks up an\n object and sets it down on the\n other side of the world.", "The Cosmic Express\nis of special\n interest because it was written\n during Williamson's A. Merritt", "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "\"Oh, darling! I'm thrilled to\n death about the Cosmic Express!\n If we could go to Venus, to a new\n life on a new world, and get\n away from all this hateful conventional\n society—\"", "The Cosmic Express\nBy JACK WILLIAMSON\nIntroduction by Sam Moskowitz\nThe\nyear 1928 was a great", "on the transparent table in the\n Cosmic Express office, with all\n those great mirrors and prisms\n and lenses about them.", "bringing the game home to you!\n But I'm afraid there is no way.—Wait!\n The Cosmic Express.\"", "rapid fluctuations in the brightness\n of a beam of light. In a\n parallel manner, the focal plane\n of the Express Ray moves slowly\n through the object, progressively,", "\"The beam is focused, just like\n the light that passes through a\n camera lens. The photographic\n lens, using light rays, picks up a", "the ray with. But I tell you, this\n is dangerous. I've got a sort of\n television attachment, for focusing\n the ray. I can turn that on", "old proof that his Cosmic\n Ray is generated when particles\n of electricity are united to form\n an atom.\"", "that it was air-tight, and\n was hurled by magnetic attraction\n and repulsion through a\n tube exhausted of air, at a speed\n that would have made an old", "built up of an infinite series of\n plane layers, at the focus of the\n ray, no matter where that may\n be. Such a thing would be impossible\n with radio apparatus", "\"To Venus? Impossible. My\n orders are to use the Express\n merely between the sixteen designated\n stations, at New York,\n San Francisco, Tokyo, London,\n Paris—\"", "with mirrors and vast prisms\n and lenses and electron tubes. In\n the center was a slab of transparent\n crystal, eight feet square\n and two inches thick, with an", "There they entered a cylindrical\n car, with rows of seats down\n the sides. Not greatly different\n from an ancient subway car, except" ], [ "\"Why I happened in, found\n our operator drunk. I've no idea\n where he got the stuff. He muttered\n something about Venus. I", "\"We want to go to Venus, if\n that ray of yours can put us\n there.\"", "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "and found that it had\n been set on Venus. I got men on\n the television at once, and we\n happened to find you.", "\"Oh, darling! I'm thrilled to\n death about the Cosmic Express!\n If we could go to Venus, to a new\n life on a new world, and get\n away from all this hateful conventional\n society—\"", "He's not supposed to take passengers\n except between the offices\n they have scattered about the\n world. But I know his weak\n point—\"", "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "\"I think the Express Ray is\n focused just at the surface of the\n crystal, from below,\" he said. \"It\n dissolves our substance, to be\n transmitted by the beam. It\n would look as if we were melting\n into the crystal.\"", "\"Oh, that's all right. Between\n friends. Provided that stuff's\n genuine! Walk in and lie down on\n the crystal block. Hands at your\n sides. Don't move.\"", "\"Hold your horses just a minute,\n Mister. We got a client in\n the machine now. Russian diplomat\n from Moscow to Rio de", "\"To Venus? Impossible. My\n orders are to use the Express\n merely between the sixteen designated\n stations, at New York,\n San Francisco, Tokyo, London,\n Paris—\"", "\"We can go to their office—it's\n only five minutes. The chap\n that operates the machine for\n the company is a pal of mine.", "\"A darned shame,\" Eric grumbled,\n \"to come forty million\n miles, and meet such a reception\n as this!\"", "Recklessly, he slammed the\n machine back into its place, and\n resolved to forget that his next\n \"red-blooded action thriller\" was", "\"But my Violet! My precious\n Violet!\" a shrill female voice\n came from the machine. \"Sir,\n what have you done with my\n darling Violet?\"", "a man marooned on Venus, with\n a beautiful girl. The hero made\n stone tools, erected a dwelling\n for himself and his mate, hunted", "your stories, to get away from\n this hateful civilization, and live\n natural lives. Maybe a rocket—\"\nThe\n young author's eyes were", "They stood up, triumphant.\n\n\n \"At last!\" Nada cried. \"We're\n free! Free of that hateful old\n civilization! We're back to Nature!\"", "The boy seemed dazed at sight\n of the bright flask. Then, with a\n single swift motion, he snatched\n it out of Eric's hand, and bent\n to conceal it below his instrument\n panel.", "\"Sure, old boy. I'd send you to\n heaven for that, if you'd give me\n the micrometer readings to set" ], [ "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "Nada stopped. \"Eric,\" she\n said, \"I'm tired. And I don't believe\n there's any rock here, anyway.\n You'll have to use wooden\n tools, sharpened in the fire.\"", "Nada and Eric felt themselves\n enveloped in fire. Sheets of white\n flame seemed to lap up about\n them from the crystal block. Suddenly", "Eric and Nada clung to each\n other, in doubt whether to stay\n or to fly through the storm.\n Gradually the sound of the conflict\n came nearer, until the earth\n shook beneath them, and they\n were afraid to move.", "Eric helped Nada to a place\n on the crystal, lay down at her\n side.", "faces as from the excellent food.\n When they had finished, she carried\n the tray to the shaft, slid\n it in a slot, and touched a button—thus", "glowing. He skipped across the\n floor, seized Nada, kissed her\n ecstatically. \"Splendid! Think of\n hunting in the virgin forest, and", "\"You're the perfect companion,\n Nada.... But now we\n must be practical. We must\n build a fire, find weapons, set up", "And then they went hand in\n hand, to the side of the room and\n punched a series of buttons on a\n panel—a simple way of ordering\n breakfast sent up the automatic", "Five\n minutes later Mr. Eric\n Stokes-Harding and his pretty\n wife were in street clothes,\n light silk tunics of loose, flowing", "They stood up, triumphant.\n\n\n \"At last!\" Nada cried. \"We're\n free! Free of that hateful old\n civilization! We're back to Nature!\"", "Then came a sound from the\n dismal stormy night, a hoarse,\n bellowing roar, raucous, terrifying.\n\n\n Nada clung against Eric.\n \"What is it, dear?\" she chattered.", "fires were gone from about\n them. They were lying in something\n extremely soft and fluid;\n and warm rain was beating in\n their faces. Eric sat up, found", "They crept in, as gloomy night\n fell without. They lay in each\n other's arms, the body warmth\n oddly comforting. Nada cried a\n little.", "And a hundred million read\n Eric's novels, and watched the\n dramatization of them on the\n television screens. They thrilled", "to the other of the twin beds,\n where Nada, his pretty bride,\n lay quiet beneath light silk covers.\n With a groan, he stood up", "dainty dishes, which she set on a\n little side table. They sat down\n opposite each other, and ate, getting\n as much satisfaction from\n contemplation of each other's", "\"Buck up,\" Eric advised her.\n \"We're back to nature—where\n we've always wanted to be.\"\nWith", "himself in a mud-puddle. Beside\n him was Nada, opening her eyes\n and struggling up, her bright\n garments stained with black\n mud." ], [ "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "Nada stopped. \"Eric,\" she\n said, \"I'm tired. And I don't believe\n there's any rock here, anyway.\n You'll have to use wooden\n tools, sharpened in the fire.\"", "Eric and Nada clung to each\n other, in doubt whether to stay\n or to fly through the storm.\n Gradually the sound of the conflict\n came nearer, until the earth\n shook beneath them, and they\n were afraid to move.", "\"You're the perfect companion,\n Nada.... But now we\n must be practical. We must\n build a fire, find weapons, set up", "\"This will keep out the rain—maybe—\"\n Eric said hopefully.\n \"And tomorrow, when it has quit\n raining—I'm sure we'll do better.\"", "Nada and Eric felt themselves\n enveloped in fire. Sheets of white\n flame seemed to lap up about\n them from the crystal block. Suddenly", "Then came a sound from the\n dismal stormy night, a hoarse,\n bellowing roar, raucous, terrifying.\n\n\n Nada clung against Eric.\n \"What is it, dear?\" she chattered.", "Eric helped Nada to a place\n on the crystal, lay down at her\n side.", "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "fires were gone from about\n them. They were lying in something\n extremely soft and fluid;\n and warm rain was beating in\n their faces. Eric sat up, found", "They crept in, as gloomy night\n fell without. They lay in each\n other's arms, the body warmth\n oddly comforting. Nada cried a\n little.", "glowing. He skipped across the\n floor, seized Nada, kissed her\n ecstatically. \"Splendid! Think of\n hunting in the virgin forest, and", "Suddenly the great fallen tree\n against which they had erected\n the flimsy shelter was rolled\n back, evidently by a chance blow", "himself in a mud-puddle. Beside\n him was Nada, opening her eyes\n and struggling up, her bright\n garments stained with black\n mud.", "They stood up, triumphant.\n\n\n \"At last!\" Nada cried. \"We're\n free! Free of that hateful old\n civilization! We're back to Nature!\"", "\"Buck up,\" Eric advised her.\n \"We're back to nature—where\n we've always wanted to be.\"\nWith", "\"Eric, I wonder if we could go\n there! It would be so thrilling to\n begin life like the characters in", "At last, from sheer weariness,\n they stopped, and gathered\n branches to make a sloping shelter\n by a vast fallen tree-trunk.", "a shelter of some kind. I guess it\n will be night, pretty soon. And\n Charley said something about\n savage animals he had seen in\n the television.", "to the other of the twin beds,\n where Nada, his pretty bride,\n lay quiet beneath light silk covers.\n With a groan, he stood up" ], [ "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "\"Oh, darling! I'm thrilled to\n death about the Cosmic Express!\n If we could go to Venus, to a new\n life on a new world, and get\n away from all this hateful conventional\n society—\"", "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "\"The Cosmic Express?\"\n\n\n \"A new invention. Just perfected\n a few weeks ago, I understand.\n By Ludwig Von der Valls,\n the German physicist.\"", "Eric and Nada clung to each\n other, in doubt whether to stay\n or to fly through the storm.\n Gradually the sound of the conflict\n came nearer, until the earth\n shook beneath them, and they\n were afraid to move.", "\"A darned shame,\" Eric grumbled,\n \"to come forty million\n miles, and meet such a reception\n as this!\"", "\"I think the Express Ray is\n focused just at the surface of the\n crystal, from below,\" he said. \"It\n dissolves our substance, to be\n transmitted by the beam. It\n would look as if we were melting\n into the crystal.\"", "bringing the game home to you!\n But I'm afraid there is no way.—Wait!\n The Cosmic Express.\"", "Eric helped Nada to a place\n on the crystal, lay down at her\n side.", "Nada and Eric felt themselves\n enveloped in fire. Sheets of white\n flame seemed to lap up about\n them from the crystal block. Suddenly", "\"Eric,\" a thin voice trembled.\n \"Don't you think—it might have\n been better— You know the old\n life was not so bad, after all.\"", "The Cosmic Express\nis of special\n interest because it was written\n during Williamson's A. Merritt", "Nada stopped. \"Eric,\" she\n said, \"I'm tired. And I don't believe\n there's any rock here, anyway.\n You'll have to use wooden\n tools, sharpened in the fire.\"", "Then came a sound from the\n dismal stormy night, a hoarse,\n bellowing roar, raucous, terrifying.\n\n\n Nada clung against Eric.\n \"What is it, dear?\" she chattered.", "\"To Venus? Impossible. My\n orders are to use the Express\n merely between the sixteen designated\n stations, at New York,\n San Francisco, Tokyo, London,\n Paris—\"", "on the transparent table in the\n Cosmic Express office, with all\n those great mirrors and prisms\n and lenses about them.", "fires were gone from about\n them. They were lying in something\n extremely soft and fluid;\n and warm rain was beating in\n their faces. Eric sat up, found", "\"All right, madam. Walk out.\n Hope you found the transit pleasant.\"", "from the invisible monsters. The\n pitiful roof collapsed on the bedraggled\n humans. Nada burst\n into tears.", "He's not supposed to take passengers\n except between the offices\n they have scattered about the\n world. But I know his weak\n point—\"" ], [ "An elevator brought them up a\n hundred and fifty stories. Eric\n led Nada down a long, carpeted\n corridor to a wide glass door,\n which bore the words:\nCOSMIC EXPRESS\nstenciled in gold capitals across\n it.", "\"Why I happened in, found\n our operator drunk. I've no idea\n where he got the stuff. He muttered\n something about Venus. I", "\"Oh, darling! I'm thrilled to\n death about the Cosmic Express!\n If we could go to Venus, to a new\n life on a new world, and get\n away from all this hateful conventional\n society—\"", "The little door had swung\n open again, and Eric led Nada\n through. They stepped into a little\n cell, completely surrounded", "\"Eric,\" a thin voice trembled.\n \"Don't you think—it might have\n been better— You know the old\n life was not so bad, after all.\"", "fires were gone from about\n them. They were lying in something\n extremely soft and fluid;\n and warm rain was beating in\n their faces. Eric sat up, found", "Eric and Nada clung to each\n other, in doubt whether to stay\n or to fly through the storm.\n Gradually the sound of the conflict\n came nearer, until the earth\n shook beneath them, and they\n were afraid to move.", "Then came a sound from the\n dismal stormy night, a hoarse,\n bellowing roar, raucous, terrifying.\n\n\n Nada clung against Eric.\n \"What is it, dear?\" she chattered.", "Nada and Eric felt themselves\n enveloped in fire. Sheets of white\n flame seemed to lap up about\n them from the crystal block. Suddenly", "glowing. He skipped across the\n floor, seized Nada, kissed her\n ecstatically. \"Splendid! Think of\n hunting in the virgin forest, and", "\"A darned shame,\" Eric grumbled,\n \"to come forty million\n miles, and meet such a reception\n as this!\"", "Five\n minutes later Mr. Eric\n Stokes-Harding and his pretty\n wife were in street clothes,\n light silk tunics of loose, flowing", "The boy seemed dazed at sight\n of the bright flask. Then, with a\n single swift motion, he snatched\n it out of Eric's hand, and bent\n to conceal it below his instrument\n panel.", "Eric helped Nada to a place\n on the crystal, lay down at her\n side.", "\"The Cosmic Express?\"\n\n\n \"A new invention. Just perfected\n a few weeks ago, I understand.\n By Ludwig Von der Valls,\n the German physicist.\"", "Nada stopped. \"Eric,\" she\n said, \"I'm tired. And I don't believe\n there's any rock here, anyway.\n You'll have to use wooden\n tools, sharpened in the fire.\"", "\"Why, hello, Eric, old man!\"\n he cried. \"That's the lady you\n were telling me about? Congratulations!\"\n A bell jangled before\n him on the panel. \"Just a minute.\n I've got a call.\"", "\"I think the Express Ray is\n focused just at the surface of the\n crystal, from below,\" he said. \"It\n dissolves our substance, to be\n transmitted by the beam. It\n would look as if we were melting\n into the crystal.\"", "They stood up, triumphant.\n\n\n \"At last!\" Nada cried. \"We're\n free! Free of that hateful old\n civilization! We're back to Nature!\"", "bringing the game home to you!\n But I'm afraid there is no way.—Wait!\n The Cosmic Express.\"" ] ]

[ "What is Trella's relationship to Dom Blessing?", "What is Dom Blessings's relationship to Dr. Mansard?", "Why doesn't Trella tell Quest about her mission? ", "How does Jakdane feel about Trella?", "Why couldn't Dr. Mansard and his wife leave Jupiter?", "What is the Jupiter weapon?", "Why does Quest say he is lucky?", "Why is Jakdane going to Earth?" ]

[ [ "Trella is Dom Blessing's employer.", "Trella is Dom Blessing's sister.", "Trella is Dom Blessing's employee.", "Trella is Dom Blessing's mistress." ], [ "Dom Blessing was Dr. Mansard's assistant.", "Dom Blessing was Dr. Mansard's business partner.", "Dom Blessing was Dr. Mansard's employer.", "Dom Blessing was Dr. Mansard's best friend." ], [ "Trella is afraid Quest won't love her if he finds out about her mission.", "Trella is worried Quest will take his father's papers and leave her.", "Trella was told specifically to stay away from Quest.", "Trella's employer wants the mission kept confidential." ], [ "Jakdane thinks of Trella as a little sister.", "Jakdane has always had a crush on Trella, but they are just friends.", "Jakdane is obsessed with Trella. That is why he's on the same ship to Earth.", "Jakdane thinks Trella might be stalking him. She is on the same ship to Earth." ], [ "A human would not survive the force of acceleration that would be needed to break free of Jupiter's gravity.", "Dr. Mansard and his wife ran out of oxygen before they could complete the repairs to their ship.", "Dr. Mansard and his wife were torn apart by gravitational forces when they tried to leave Jupiter.", "Dr. Mansard and his wife were unable to repair their ship after crash landing on Jupiter." ], [ "Asrange is the Jupiter weapon.", "The surgiscope is the Jupiter weapon.", "No one knows what the Jupiter weapon is, but the plans are in Dr. Mansard's notes.", "The Jupiter weapon is Quest himself." ], [ "Quest considers himself lucky that Trella is in love with him.", "Quest considers himself lucky that he is not actually an android.", "Quest considers himself lucky that Asrange did not kill him.", "Quest considers himself lucky that he did not commit murder. He is not a murderer at heart." ], [ "Jakdane is a corporate spy from Moon 5 on a mission to infiltrate Dom Blessing's organization.", "Jakdane is following Trella to Earth because he is stalking her.", "Jakdane is transferring from his company's office on Ganymede to the corporate headquarters on Earth.", "Jakdane is the captain of the ship that Trella and Quest are taking to earth. " ] ]

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[ [ "Trella was silent, shocked.\n There was something here she\n hadn't known about, hadn't even\n suspected. For some reason, Dom", "it. It was Blessing's privilege to\n do this his own way, and he\n might not appreciate her meddling.\nAt midtrip, Trella made a rueful", "Trella was in the living room\n with Blessing, discussing the instructions\n she was to give to the\n laboratory officials in New York.\n The two bodyguards were with\n them. The other guards were at\n their posts.", "Dom Blessing himself met her\n at the door, a stooped, graying\n 58\n man who peered at her over his\n spectacles.", "probing it. As she reached his\n side, he lifted the torn body of\n Dom Blessing. Blessing was\n dead.", "Trella swung with her whole\n body, and slapped him so hard\n he nearly fell from his chair. As\n she walked swiftly toward the\n bar, he leaped up to follow her.", "Two armed men were with\n Dom Blessing at breakfast and\n accompanied him wherever he\n went. She discovered that two\n more men with guns were stationed\n in the bare anteroom and\n a guard was stationed at every\n entrance to the house.", "such bitterness during their long\n time together on Ganymede and\n aspace, since he did not know of\n Trella's connection with Blessing.", "Trella planned to spend a few\n days resting in her employer's\n spacious home, and then to take\n a short vacation before resuming", "All these things had happened\n before she was born, and she\n did not know what Dom Blessing's\n relation to Dr. Mansard", "Blessing slowed for the turn\n at the end of the driveway and\n glanced back over his shoulder.\n Seeing Quest almost upon him,\n he slammed down the accelerator\n and twisted the wheel hard.", "that he received his rightful\n share of the inheritance. Because\n of this, Trella was tempted\n to tell Quest the good news\n herself; but she decided against", "briefly on Earth, and Trella was\n glad to dispense with his company\n for the remaining three\n weeks before the spaceship\n blasted off. She found herself", "Trella heard the doorbell ring.\n The heavy oaken front door was\n kept locked now, and the guards\n in the anteroom examined callers\n through a tiny window.", "Trella remembered the thug\n Kregg striking Quest in the face\n and then crying that he had injured\n his hand on the bar.\n\n\n “But he said Dr. Mansard was\n his father,” protested Trella.", "“I never thought of myself in\n quite that light, but maybe\n I'm getting old,” he answered,\n laughing. “What's your trouble,\n Trella?”", "“Now I can say I love you,”\n he said. “That was part of the\n conditioning too: I couldn't love\n any woman until my job was\n done.”\n\n\n Trella disengaged herself.", "Exactly what happened, Trella\n wasn't sure. She had the impression\n that Kregg's fist connected", "and it had been developed by\n Dom Blessing. Its success had\n built Spaceway Instruments, Incorporated,\n which Blessing headed.", "Blessing, ahead of the rest,\n leaped into one of the cars and\n started the engine.\n\n\n The door from the house shattered\n and Quest burst through.\n The two guards turned and fired\n together." ], [ "All these things had happened\n before she was born, and she\n did not know what Dom Blessing's\n relation to Dr. Mansard", "he was Dr. Mansard's son, but\n an android had no legal right of\n inheritance from his owner. She\n would leave it to Dom Blessing", "Blessing would, of course, be\n happy to learn that a son of Dr.\n Mansard lived, and would see", "Blessing\n could not object to Dr.\n Mansard's son knowing about it.", "Through all these years since\n Dr. Mansard's disappearance,\n 55\n Blessing had been searching the", "Dom Blessing himself met her\n at the door, a stooped, graying\n 58\n man who peered at her over his\n spectacles.", "Blessing feared Dr. Eriklund\n Mansard … or his heir … or\n his mechanical servant.\nShe was sure that Blessing", "But, since this was to be\n the atmosphere of Blessing's\n house, she was glad that he decided\n to assign her to take the\n Mansard papers to the New", "probing it. As she reached his\n side, he lifted the torn body of\n Dom Blessing. Blessing was\n dead.", "Two armed men were with\n Dom Blessing at breakfast and\n accompanied him wherever he\n went. She discovered that two\n more men with guns were stationed\n in the bare anteroom and\n a guard was stationed at every\n entrance to the house.", "Trella remembered the thug\n Kregg striking Quest in the face\n and then crying that he had injured\n his hand on the bar.\n\n\n “But he said Dr. Mansard was\n his father,” protested Trella.", "I know you think Dr. Mansard\n was your father, but androids\n often believe that.”", "“Yes. I'm afraid it's your decision\n whether to let him go on\n living as a man or to tell him\n he's an android and claim ownership\n as Dr. Mansard's heir.”", "luxurious house, and they entered\n the big living room. They sat\n before a fire in the old-fashioned\n fireplace and Blessing opened the", "“You see, Blessing was my father's\n assistant on Ganymede.\n Right after my father completed", "“A wealthy man must be careful,”\n said Blessing cheerfully.\n “When we don't understand all\n the implications of new circumstances,\n we must be prepared for\n anything, eh?”", "and it had been developed by\n Dom Blessing. Its success had\n built Spaceway Instruments, Incorporated,\n which Blessing headed.", "but my father conditioned me\n psychologically from my birth\n to the task of hunting down\n Dom Blessing and killing him. It\n was an unconscious drive in me", "Blessing, ahead of the rest,\n leaped into one of the cars and\n started the engine.\n\n\n The door from the house shattered\n and Quest burst through.\n The two guards turned and fired\n together.", "had been, but it must have been\n very close. She knew that Dr.\n Mansard had invented the surgiscope." ], [ "that he received his rightful\n share of the inheritance. Because\n of this, Trella was tempted\n to tell Quest the good news\n herself; but she decided against", "“I couldn't,” said Quest miserably,\n and turned his face\n away.\n\n\n Later, alone with Trella on\n the control deck, Jakdane gave\n her some sober advice.", "Trella was silent, shocked.\n There was something here she\n hadn't known about, hadn't even\n suspected. For some reason, Dom", "She was glad now that she\n had not told Quest of her mission\n to Ganymede. He thought", "Thus she did not, as she had\n intended originally, speak to\n Quest about seeing him again\n after she had completed her assignment.", "For some reason she decided\n against telling him that the\n assignment on which she had\n come to the Jupiter system was", "There was only one new circumstance\n Trella could think\n of. Without actually intending\n to, she exclaimed:\n\n\n “You aren't afraid of Quest?\n Why, an android can't hurt a\n human!”", "“Now I can say I love you,”\n he said. “That was part of the\n conditioning too: I couldn't love\n any woman until my job was\n done.”\n\n\n Trella disengaged herself.", "She told him about Quest.\n\n\n “He thinks he's the son of Dr.\n Mansard,” she finished, “but apparently\n he is, without knowing\n it, an android Dr. Mansard built\n on Jupiter.”", "“I'm lucky,” said Quest soberly.\n “I would have murdered\n him.”\n\n\n “But why, Quest? I knew he\n was afraid of you, but he didn't\n tell me why.”", "“It seems I was taking unnecessary\n precautions when I asked\n you to be a chaperon,” she said.\n “I kept waiting for Quest to do\n something, and when he didn't\n I told him I loved him.”", "Trella did not want to believe\n Jakdane was right, but his reasoning\n was unassailable. Looking\n upon Quest as an android,\n many things were explained: his", "More gently than Trella would\n have believed possible for his\n Jupiter-strong muscles, Quest\n took her in his arms.", "With a horrified gasp, Trella\n ran down the driveway toward\n the smoking heap of metal.\n Quest was already beside it,", "it. It was Blessing's privilege to\n do this his own way, and he\n might not appreciate her meddling.\nAt midtrip, Trella made a rueful", "Trella remembered the thug\n Kregg striking Quest in the face\n and then crying that he had injured\n his hand on the bar.\n\n\n “But he said Dr. Mansard was\n his father,” protested Trella.", "“Why, Quest, it's obvious,”\n she cried, tears in her eyes.\n “Everything about you … your", "Quest was after it, like a\n chunky deer, running faster\n than Trella had ever seen a man\n run before.", "Trella had the desk clerk call\n a cab to deliver the unconscious\n Motwick to his home. She and\n Quest had a late sandwich in the\n coffee shop.", "briefly on Earth, and Trella was\n glad to dispense with his company\n for the remaining three\n weeks before the spaceship\n blasted off. She found herself" ], [ "Even if Jakdane was\n wrong and Quest was human—as\n now seemed unlikely—Quest\n had told her he could not love\n her. Her best course was to try", "“I couldn't,” said Quest miserably,\n and turned his face\n away.\n\n\n Later, alone with Trella on\n the control deck, Jakdane gave\n her some sober advice.", "Trella did not want to believe\n Jakdane was right, but his reasoning\n was unassailable. Looking\n upon Quest as an android,\n many things were explained: his", "She expected Jakdane to salve\n her wounded feelings with a\n sympathetic pleasantry, but he\n did not. Instead, he just looked\n at her very thoughtfully and\n said no more about the matter.", "“Jakdane,” she said, flirting\n with him with her eyes as in\n 54\n days gone by, “I need a chaperon\n this trip, and you're ideal for\n the job.”", "“If it's to keep you out of another\n fellow's clutches, I'm your\n man,” agreed Jakdane heartily.", "of him as if to ward it off. In a\n moment, Jakdane and the other\n crewman had reached Asrange\n and pulled him off.\nWhen they had Asrange in", "“I'm all right,” insisted\n Quest; and when the skeptical\n Jakdane insisted on examining\n him carefully, he had to admit\n it. There was hardly a mark on\n him from the blows.", "More gently than Trella would\n have believed possible for his\n Jupiter-strong muscles, Quest\n took her in his arms.", "“Now I can say I love you,”\n he said. “That was part of the\n conditioning too: I couldn't love\n any woman until my job was\n done.”\n\n\n Trella disengaged herself.", "Trella was silent, shocked.\n There was something here she\n hadn't known about, hadn't even\n suspected. For some reason, Dom", "return Trella's love for him.", "Trella swung with her whole\n body, and slapped him so hard\n he nearly fell from his chair. As\n she walked swiftly toward the\n bar, he leaped up to follow her.", "heavy wooden cane leaning\n against Jakdane's bunk—propelled\n himself like a projectile at\n Quest.", "“I never thought of myself in\n quite that light, but maybe\n I'm getting old,” he answered,\n laughing. “What's your trouble,\n Trella?”", "that he received his rightful\n share of the inheritance. Because\n of this, Trella was tempted\n to tell Quest the good news\n herself; but she decided against", "“There are things here,” he\n said, his eyes sparkling as he\n glanced through the notebooks.\n “Yes, there are things here. We\n shall make something of these,\n Miss Trella, eh?”", "confession to Jakdane.", "briefly on Earth, and Trella was\n glad to dispense with his company\n for the remaining three\n weeks before the spaceship\n blasted off. She found herself", "For a moment Trella thought\n he was going to meet Asrange's\n assault. But he fled in a long\n leap toward the companionway" ], [ "Dr. Mansard and his wife had\n disappeared into the turbulent\n atmosphere of Jupiter just after\n his invention of the surgiscope,", "“If Dr. Mansard succeeded in\n landing on Jupiter, why didn't\n anyone ever hear from him\n again?” she demanded.", "“My parents landed on Jupiter,\n and I blasted off from it,”\n he said soberly. “I was born\n there. Have you ever heard of\n Dr. Eriklund Mansard?”", "“I'm Quest Mansard, Miss,”\n said her companion. “I'm just in\n from Jupiter.”", "“No,” he said, grinning at\n her. He had an engaging grin,\n with even white teeth. “I meant\n Jupiter.”", "“You're lying,” she said flatly.\n “No one has ever landed on\n Jupiter. It would be impossible\n to blast off again.”", "She told him about Quest.\n\n\n “He thinks he's the son of Dr.\n Mansard,” she finished, “but apparently\n he is, without knowing\n it, an android Dr. Mansard built\n on Jupiter.”", "he was Dr. Mansard's son, but\n an android had no legal right of\n inheritance from his owner. She\n would leave it to Dom Blessing", "“It was drawn into Jupiter,\n but he landed it successfully,”\n said Quest. “He and my mother\n lived on Jupiter until the oxygen", "Jovian moons for a second, hidden\n laboratory of Dr. Mansard.\n When it was found at last, he\n sent Trella, his most trusted", "He knew I'd have to grow\n up on Jupiter, and he operated\n on the genes before I was born.\n He altered my inherited characteristics\n to adapt me to the climate", "“Jupiter strength,” she murmured,\n looking him over coolly.\n 53\n “You wear Motwick on your\n shoulder like a scarf. But you\n couldn't bring yourself to help\n a woman against two thugs.”", "“But my father was able to\n control it in the heavy atmosphere\n of Jupiter, and landed it\n successfully. I was born there,", "Trella remembered the thug\n Kregg striking Quest in the face\n and then crying that he had injured\n his hand on the bar.\n\n\n “But he said Dr. Mansard was\n his father,” protested Trella.", "“Yes. I'm afraid it's your decision\n whether to let him go on\n living as a man or to tell him\n he's an android and claim ownership\n as Dr. Mansard's heir.”", "Through all these years since\n Dr. Mansard's disappearance,\n 55\n Blessing had been searching the", "All these things had happened\n before she was born, and she\n did not know what Dom Blessing's\n relation to Dr. Mansard", "But, since this was to be\n the atmosphere of Blessing's\n house, she was glad that he decided\n to assign her to take the\n Mansard papers to the New", "For some reason she decided\n against telling him that the\n assignment on which she had\n come to the Jupiter system was", "“Look, Trella, he said he was\n born on Jupiter. A human could\n stand the gravity of Jupiter, inside" ], [ "50\nTHE\n\n JUPITER\n\n WEAPON\nBy CHARLES L. FONTENAY\nHe was a living weapon of\n\n destruction—\n immeasurably", "“No,” he said, grinning at\n her. He had an engaging grin,\n with even white teeth. “I meant\n Jupiter.”", "“It was drawn into Jupiter,\n but he landed it successfully,”\n said Quest. “He and my mother\n lived on Jupiter until the oxygen", "“But my father was able to\n control it in the heavy atmosphere\n of Jupiter, and landed it\n successfully. I was born there,", "Dr. Mansard and his wife had\n disappeared into the turbulent\n atmosphere of Jupiter just after\n his invention of the surgiscope,", "“You're lying,” she said flatly.\n “No one has ever landed on\n Jupiter. It would be impossible\n to blast off again.”", "“My parents landed on Jupiter,\n and I blasted off from it,”\n he said soberly. “I was born\n there. Have you ever heard of\n Dr. Eriklund Mansard?”", "He knew I'd have to grow\n up on Jupiter, and he operated\n on the genes before I was born.\n He altered my inherited characteristics\n to adapt me to the climate", "“Look, Trella, he said he was\n born on Jupiter. A human could\n stand the gravity of Jupiter, inside", "“I certainly have,” she said,\n her interest taking a sudden\n upward turn. “He developed the\n surgiscope, didn't he? But his\n ship was drawn into Jupiter and\n lost.”", "“Jupiter strength,” she murmured,\n looking him over coolly.\n 53\n “You wear Motwick on your\n shoulder like a scarf. But you\n couldn't bring yourself to help\n a woman against two thugs.”", "She told him about Quest.\n\n\n “He thinks he's the son of Dr.\n Mansard,” she finished, “but apparently\n he is, without knowing\n it, an android Dr. Mansard built\n on Jupiter.”", "“He told me: a year before\n Quest made his rocket flight to\n Ganymede! If the oxygen equipment\n failed, how do you think\n Quest\n lived in the poisonous atmosphere\n of Jupiter, if he's human?”", "a dome or a ship, but what\n human could stand the rocket acceleration\n necessary to break\n free of Jupiter? Here's a man", "The\nCometfire\nswung around\n great Jupiter in an opening arc\n and plummeted ever more swiftly", "“I'm Quest Mansard, Miss,”\n said her companion. “I'm just in\n from Jupiter.”", "“If Dr. Mansard succeeded in\n landing on Jupiter, why didn't\n anyone ever hear from him\n again?” she demanded.", "For some reason she decided\n against telling him that the\n assignment on which she had\n come to the Jupiter system was", "build, suited for Jupiter's gravity …\n your strength … the\n fact that you were able to live\n in Jupiter's atmosphere after\n the oxygen equipment failed.", "“How can you be sure?” she\n asked doubtfully.\n\n\n “Androids are made,” he answered\n with a laugh. “They\n don't grow up. And I remember\n my boyhood on Jupiter very\n well.”" ], [ "“I'm lucky,” said Quest soberly.\n “I would have murdered\n him.”\n\n\n “But why, Quest? I knew he\n was afraid of you, but he didn't\n tell me why.”", "“It seems I was taking unnecessary\n precautions when I asked\n you to be a chaperon,” she said.\n “I kept waiting for Quest to do\n something, and when he didn't\n I told him I loved him.”", "Blessing slowed for the turn\n at the end of the driveway and\n glanced back over his shoulder.\n Seeing Quest almost upon him,\n he slammed down the accelerator\n and twisted the wheel hard.", "that he received his rightful\n share of the inheritance. Because\n of this, Trella was tempted\n to tell Quest the good news\n herself; but she decided against", "“Why, Quest, it's obvious,”\n she cried, tears in her eyes.\n “Everything about you … your", "“I'm all right,” insisted\n Quest; and when the skeptical\n Jakdane insisted on examining\n him carefully, he had to admit\n it. There was hardly a mark on\n him from the blows.", "was wrong, that Quest, whether\n man or android, intended no\n 59\n harm to him. Surely, Quest\n would have said something of", "“Because,” said Quest, “his\n radio was sabotaged, just as his\n ship's drive was.”", "Quest was after it, like a\n chunky deer, running faster\n than Trella had ever seen a man\n run before.", "In his haste, Quest missed the\n companionway in his leap and\n was cornered against one of the\n bunks. Asrange descended on", "“I'm Quest Mansard, Miss,”\n said her companion. “I'm just in\n from Jupiter.”", "“It was drawn into Jupiter,\n but he landed it successfully,”\n said Quest. “He and my mother\n lived on Jupiter until the oxygen", "She told him about Quest.\n\n\n “He thinks he's the son of Dr.\n Mansard,” she finished, “but apparently\n he is, without knowing\n it, an android Dr. Mansard built\n on Jupiter.”", "Blessing, ahead of the rest,\n leaped into one of the cars and\n started the engine.\n\n\n The door from the house shattered\n and Quest burst through.\n The two guards turned and fired\n together.", "Trella did not want to believe\n Jakdane was right, but his reasoning\n was unassailable. Looking\n upon Quest as an android,\n many things were explained: his", "Quest made no effort to retaliate.\n He cowered under the attack,\n holding his hands in front", "There was only one new circumstance\n Trella could think\n of. Without actually intending\n to, she exclaimed:\n\n\n “You aren't afraid of Quest?\n Why, an android can't hurt a\n human!”", "Trella remembered the thug\n Kregg striking Quest in the face\n and then crying that he had injured\n his hand on the bar.\n\n\n “But he said Dr. Mansard was\n his father,” protested Trella.", "He was distantly polite in\n his relations with both crew and\n other passengers, and never\n showed the slightest spark of\n emotion … until the day Quest", "More gently than Trella would\n have believed possible for his\n Jupiter-strong muscles, Quest\n took her in his arms." ], [ "Even if Jakdane was\n wrong and Quest was human—as\n now seemed unlikely—Quest\n had told her he could not love\n her. Her best course was to try", "of him as if to ward it off. In a\n moment, Jakdane and the other\n crewman had reached Asrange\n and pulled him off.\nWhen they had Asrange in", "“Jakdane,” she said, flirting\n with him with her eyes as in\n 54\n days gone by, “I need a chaperon\n this trip, and you're ideal for\n the job.”", "“If it's to keep you out of another\n fellow's clutches, I'm your\n man,” agreed Jakdane heartily.", "Trella did not want to believe\n Jakdane was right, but his reasoning\n was unassailable. Looking\n upon Quest as an android,\n many things were explained: his", "“Not because he's a coward.\n Because he's an android!”\n\n\n “What? Jakdane, you can't be\n serious!”", "heavy wooden cane leaning\n against Jakdane's bunk—propelled\n himself like a projectile at\n Quest.", "to gather his own father's notebooks\n and take them back to\n Earth.\nMotwick was an irresponsible\n playboy whom Trella had known", "confession to Jakdane.", "“Robots and androids frequently\n look on their makers as\n their parents,” said Jakdane.\n “Quest may not even know he's\n 57\n artificial. Do you know how\n Mansard died?”", "“I couldn't,” said Quest miserably,\n and turned his face\n away.\n\n\n Later, alone with Trella on\n the control deck, Jakdane gave\n her some sober advice.", "shift (including Jakdane)\n were eating lunch on the center-deck.\n Quest picked up his bulb\n of coffee, but inadvertently", "She told him only that she\n was a messenger, sent out to\n Ganymede to pick up some important\n papers and take them", "“I landed here only a week\n ago,” he told her, his eyes frankly\n admiring her honey-colored\n hair and comely face. “I'm heading\n for Earth on the next spaceship.”", "“I'm all right,” insisted\n Quest; and when the skeptical\n Jakdane insisted on examining\n him carefully, he had to admit\n it. There was hardly a mark on\n him from the blows.", "She expected Jakdane to salve\n her wounded feelings with a\n sympathetic pleasantry, but he\n did not. Instead, he just looked\n at her very thoughtfully and\n said no more about the matter.", "and he conditioned me to come\n to Earth and track down Blessing.\n I know now that it was\n part of the conditioning that I\n was unable to fight any other", "“My parents landed on Jupiter,\n and I blasted off from it,”\n he said soberly. “I was born\n there. Have you ever heard of\n Dr. Eriklund Mansard?”", "briefly on Earth, and Trella was\n glad to dispense with his company\n for the remaining three\n weeks before the spaceship\n blasted off. She found herself", "He knew I'd have to grow\n up on Jupiter, and he operated\n on the genes before I was born.\n He altered my inherited characteristics\n to adapt me to the climate" ] ]

[ "Who are the Chingsi?", "What happened to the Whale?", "What is the Minnow?", "Who is James?", "What was the mission of the Whale?", "Why does Matt feel the need to warn people about the Chingsi?", "Where is Matt from?" ]

[ [ "The Chingsi are the inhabitants of Alpha Centauri.", "A race of cat-like humanoids from the planet Chang.", "Chingsi is what the people of China call themselves in this story.", "The Chingsi are genetically mutated cats." ], [ "Charlie sabotaged the deuterium fusion drive. The drive shut down, and the Whale crashed into the Pacific.", "The ion rockets on the Whale exploded. It then crashed into the Pacific.", "The Cazamian laser exploded, causing the Whale to crash down into the Pacific.", "The Whale came out of its star-jump in the wrong position. It then crashed into the Pacific." ], [ "The Minnow is Charlie's spaceship.", "The Minnow is the most powerful ship ever built.", "The Minnow is a shuttlecraft.", "The Minnow is an escape pod." ], [ "James is the captain of the Minnow.", "James is the ship's navigator.", "James is the ship's doctor.", "James is the captain of the Whale." ], [ "The mission is to make peace with Alpha Centauri.", "The mission is to invade Chang.", "The mission is a test flight and astronomical survey.", "The mission is to make contact with Chang." ], [ "Matt is convinced the Chingsi are bad luck.", "Matt is convinced that Charlie deliberately destroyed the Whale.", "Matt is convinced the Chingsi are evil.", "Matt is convinced that Charlie deliberately destroyed the Minnow." ], [ "Matt is from France.", "Matt is from the United States.", "Matt is from a colony on Mars.", "Matt is from a colony on the Moon." ] ]

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[ [ "\"The second thing I want to say is\n about the Chingsi, and here it is:\n watch out for them. Those jokers are", "(1) The Chingsi talk and laugh but\n after all they aren't human. On\n an alien world a hundred light-years\n away, why shouldn't alien", "lose whichever Chingsi we played.\n There again it wasn't so much that\n they were good. How could they be,\n in the time? It was more that we all", "\"Where had I got to? I'd told you\n how we happened to find Chang,\n hadn't I? That's what the natives called", "\"I'll sign off with two thoughts,\n one depressing and one cheering. A\n single Chingsi wrecked our ship and\n our launch. What could a whole\n planetful of them do?", "\"The Chang natives aren't very\n technical—haven't got space travel\n for instance. They're good astronomers,", "(2) The\nWhale\nexpedition did fine\n till it found Chang. Then it hit\n a seam of bad luck. Real stinking", "though. We were able to show\n them our sun, in their telescopes. In\n their way, they're a highly civilized\n people. Look more like cats than", "the adults on their big grinning\n heads. Personally I didn't like the one\n I knew best. He was called—well, we\n called him Charley, and he was the", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "\"Three, they've a great sense of\n humor. Ran rather to silly practical\n jokes, but still. Can't say I care for\n that hot-foot and belly-laugh stuff\n myself, but tastes differ.", "time away, except for Charley, who\n was still chuckling and shaking his\n head, and Captain James who was\n glaring at Charley and obviously\n wishing human dignity permitted him", "and in the middle of the flames, still\n unhurt, was Charley. He was laughing ...", "\"But why go on? People who talk\n English, drink beer, like jokes and\n beat me at chess or table-tennis are\n people for my money, even if they\n look like tigers in trousers.", "the cabin was filling with fumes. I\n saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's\n how he'd escaped—and I\n saw him beginning to laugh. Then", "to tear Charley limb from limb. Then\n James pressed the button.", "against finding Chang on a six-sun\n survey on the first star jump ever\n must be up in the googols. We certainly\n were lucky.", "\"Everything twanged like a bowstring.\n I felt myself turned inside out,\n passed through a small sieve, and", "\"My God, it's dark out here. Wonder\n how high I am. Must be all of\n fifty miles, and doing eight hundred", "\"And don't think I fell victim to\n their feline charm. The children were\n pets, but you didn't feel like patting" ], [ "\"It was a fantastic situation. Here\n was the\nWhale\n, the most powerful\n ship ever built, which could cover", "long drink of cold water. There was\n never anything wrong with the\nWhale\ntill right at the end and even then I\n doubt if it was the ship itself that", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "(2) The\nWhale\nexpedition did fine\n till it found Chang. Then it hit\n a seam of bad luck. Real stinking", "\"My last sight of the\nMinnow\nwas\n a cabin full of dead and dying men,", "up in the metal alleyway to the\nWhale's\nengine room. Charley laughed\n fit to bust, everyone laughed, I\n even laughed myself though doing it", "\"James got us all into the\nMinnow\nat a dead run. There was no time to\n take anything at all except the clothes", "\"I've always been lucky, I guess.\n Luck got me a place in the\nWhale\n.", "\"I wonder why James went down\n with the ship, as the saying is? Not\n that it made any difference. It must\n have broken his heart to know that\n his lovely ship was getting the chopper.\n Or did he suspect another human\n error?", "bad luck that went on and\n on till it looks fishy. We lost\n the ship, we lost the launch, all\n but one of us lost our lives. We", "the sweetish stink of burned flesh\n and the choking reek of scorching insulation,\n the boat jolting and shuddering\n and beginning to break up,", "\"You'll want to know if the ship\n worked. Well, she did. Went like a\n bomb. We got lined up between", "\"The\nWhale\nalso had ion rockets\n of course, the standard deuterium-fusion", "Nothing grew, nothing flew, nothing\n walked, nothing talked. But the\n thing in the hollow was stirring in", "\"Everything twanged like a bowstring.\n I felt myself turned inside out,\n passed through a small sieve, and", "to tear Charley limb from limb. Then\n James pressed the button.", "I'm dead so I can't stand up.\"\nThere was silence for a while except\n for the vicious howl of the wind.\n Then snow began to shift on the", "that grows its own fur coat, has yellow\n eyes an inch and a half long\n and long white whiskers. Could\nyou\nhave kept your mind on the game?", "\"Two, they brew a near-beer that's\n a lot nearer than the canned stuff we\n had aboard the\nWhale\n.", "cum\nastronomical survey in the starship\nWhale\n. Whoever you are who finds\n this tape, you're made. Take it to" ], [ "\"James got us all into the\nMinnow\nat a dead run. There was no time to\n take anything at all except the clothes", "\"My last sight of the\nMinnow\nwas\n a cabin full of dead and dying men,", "we stood in. The\nMinnow\nwas meant\n for short heavy hops to planets or\n asteroids. In addition to the ion drive", "\"It was a fantastic situation. Here\n was the\nWhale\n, the most powerful\n ship ever built, which could cover", "\"You'll want to know if the ship\n worked. Well, she did. Went like a\n bomb. We got lined up between", "that grows its own fur coat, has yellow\n eyes an inch and a half long\n and long white whiskers. Could\nyou\nhave kept your mind on the game?", "bad luck that went on and\n on till it looks fishy. We lost\n the ship, we lost the launch, all\n but one of us lost our lives. We", "\"I wonder why James went down\n with the ship, as the saying is? Not\n that it made any difference. It must\n have broken his heart to know that\n his lovely ship was getting the chopper.\n Or did he suspect another human\n error?", "Nothing grew, nothing flew, nothing\n walked, nothing talked. But the\n thing in the hollow was stirring in", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "the sweetish stink of burned flesh\n and the choking reek of scorching insulation,\n the boat jolting and shuddering\n and beginning to break up,", "up in the metal alleyway to the\nWhale's\nengine room. Charley laughed\n fit to bust, everyone laughed, I\n even laughed myself though doing it", "\"It still seems incredible. To program\n the ship for a star-jump, you\n merely told it where you were and", "(2) The\nWhale\nexpedition did fine\n till it found Chang. Then it hit\n a seam of bad luck. Real stinking", "\"Everything twanged like a bowstring.\n I felt myself turned inside out,\n passed through a small sieve, and", "sound began. Thin, scratchy, inaudible\n more than a yard away, weary\n but still cocky, there leaked from the\n shape in the hollow the sound of a", "\"My God, it's dark out here. Wonder\n how high I am. Must be all of\n fifty miles, and doing eight hundred", "long drink of cold water. There was\n never anything wrong with the\nWhale\ntill right at the end and even then I\n doubt if it was the ship itself that", "\"It's getting lighter. Look at those\n peaks down there! Like great knives.\n I don't seem to be falling as fast as", "\"I've tried my hands and arms\n and they seem to work,\" it began.\n \"I've wiggled my toes with entire" ], [ "to tear Charley limb from limb. Then\n James pressed the button.", "\"I wonder why James went down\n with the ship, as the saying is? Not\n that it made any difference. It must\n have broken his heart to know that\n his lovely ship was getting the chopper.\n Or did he suspect another human\n error?", "time away, except for Charley, who\n was still chuckling and shaking his\n head, and Captain James who was\n glaring at Charley and obviously\n wishing human dignity permitted him", "\"James got us all into the\nMinnow\nat a dead run. There was no time to\n take anything at all except the clothes", "us between the orbits of Earth\n and Mars. Instead of which, when\n James took his finger off the button,\n the mass-detector showed nothing", "the adults on their big grinning\n heads. Personally I didn't like the one\n I knew best. He was called—well, we\n called him Charley, and he was the", "Earth and Mars, you'll remember,\n and James pushed the button marked\n 'Jump'. Took his finger off the button\n and there we were:\nAlpha Centauri", "the cabin was filling with fumes. I\n saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's\n how he'd escaped—and I\n saw him beginning to laugh. Then", "\"My God, it's dark out here. Wonder\n how high I am. Must be all of\n fifty miles, and doing eight hundred", "and in the middle of the flames, still\n unhurt, was Charley. He was laughing ...", "\"I was telling about the return\n journey, wasn't I? The long jump\n back home, which should have dumped", "up. Poor Cazamian was burnt to a\n crisp. Only thing that saved me was\n the spacesuit I was still wearing. I\n snapped the face plate down because", "to get the edge on you. All the\n time he had to be top. Great sense\n of humor, of course. I nearly broke\n my neck on that butter-slide he fixed", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "\"You'll want to know if the ship\n worked. Well, she did. Went like a\n bomb. We got lined up between", "\"It was a fantastic situation. Here\n was the\nWhale\n, the most powerful\n ship ever built, which could cover", "\"The second thing I want to say is\n about the Chingsi, and here it is:\n watch out for them. Those jokers are", "up in the metal alleyway to the\nWhale's\nengine room. Charley laughed\n fit to bust, everyone laughed, I\n even laughed myself though doing it", "\"It still seems incredible. To program\n the ship for a star-jump, you\n merely told it where you were and", "sound began. Thin, scratchy, inaudible\n more than a yard away, weary\n but still cocky, there leaked from the\n shape in the hollow the sound of a" ], [ "\"It was a fantastic situation. Here\n was the\nWhale\n, the most powerful\n ship ever built, which could cover", "long drink of cold water. There was\n never anything wrong with the\nWhale\ntill right at the end and even then I\n doubt if it was the ship itself that", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "(2) The\nWhale\nexpedition did fine\n till it found Chang. Then it hit\n a seam of bad luck. Real stinking", "\"You'll want to know if the ship\n worked. Well, she did. Went like a\n bomb. We got lined up between", "up in the metal alleyway to the\nWhale's\nengine room. Charley laughed\n fit to bust, everyone laughed, I\n even laughed myself though doing it", "\"I've always been lucky, I guess.\n Luck got me a place in the\nWhale\n.", "\"The\nWhale\nalso had ion rockets\n of course, the standard deuterium-fusion", "cum\nastronomical survey in the starship\nWhale\n. Whoever you are who finds\n this tape, you're made. Take it to", "\"James got us all into the\nMinnow\nat a dead run. There was no time to\n take anything at all except the clothes", "\"I wonder why James went down\n with the ship, as the saying is? Not\n that it made any difference. It must\n have broken his heart to know that\n his lovely ship was getting the chopper.\n Or did he suspect another human\n error?", "\"My God, it's dark out here. Wonder\n how high I am. Must be all of\n fifty miles, and doing eight hundred", "\"My last sight of the\nMinnow\nwas\n a cabin full of dead and dying men,", "\"Two, they brew a near-beer that's\n a lot nearer than the canned stuff we\n had aboard the\nWhale\n.", "bad luck that went on and\n on till it looks fishy. We lost\n the ship, we lost the launch, all\n but one of us lost our lives. We", "\"It still seems incredible. To program\n the ship for a star-jump, you\n merely told it where you were and", "\"I was telling about the return\n journey, wasn't I? The long jump\n back home, which should have dumped", "\"We were out in that no place for\n a day. We astronomers had to establish\n our exact position relative to the", "\"All the same, search the space-flight\n records, talk to the actuaries.\n When a ship is working perfectly", "the sweetish stink of burned flesh\n and the choking reek of scorching insulation,\n the boat jolting and shuddering\n and beginning to break up," ], [ "\"The second thing I want to say is\n about the Chingsi, and here it is:\n watch out for them. Those jokers are", "\"I'll sign off with two thoughts,\n one depressing and one cheering. A\n single Chingsi wrecked our ship and\n our launch. What could a whole\n planetful of them do?", "(1) The Chingsi talk and laugh but\n after all they aren't human. On\n an alien world a hundred light-years\n away, why shouldn't alien", "\"Where had I got to? I'd told you\n how we happened to find Chang,\n hadn't I? That's what the natives called", "lose whichever Chingsi we played.\n There again it wasn't so much that\n they were good. How could they be,\n in the time? It was more that we all", "the cabin was filling with fumes. I\n saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's\n how he'd escaped—and I\n saw him beginning to laugh. Then", "dangerous. I'm not telling how because\n I've got a scientific reputation\n to watch. You'll have to figure it out\n for yourselves. Here are the clues:", "on a slope that got gradually steeper\n and seemed to go on forever, Matt\n Hennessy began to inch his way up\n the north face of Mount Everest.\nTHE END", "the adults on their big grinning\n heads. Personally I didn't like the one\n I knew best. He was called—well, we\n called him Charley, and he was the", "(2) The\nWhale\nexpedition did fine\n till it found Chang. Then it hit\n a seam of bad luck. Real stinking", "to tear Charley limb from limb. Then\n James pressed the button.", "\"I wonder why James went down\n with the ship, as the saying is? Not\n that it made any difference. It must\n have broken his heart to know that\n his lovely ship was getting the chopper.\n Or did he suspect another human\n error?", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "\"But why go on? People who talk\n English, drink beer, like jokes and\n beat me at chess or table-tennis are\n people for my money, even if they\n look like tigers in trousers.", "and in the middle of the flames, still\n unhurt, was Charley. He was laughing ...", "who I was. Matt Hennessy, from Farside\n Observatory, back of the Moon,\n just back from a proving flight\ncum", "time away, except for Charley, who\n was still chuckling and shaking his\n head, and Captain James who was\n glaring at Charley and obviously\n wishing human dignity permitted him", "up. Poor Cazamian was burnt to a\n crisp. Only thing that saved me was\n the spacesuit I was still wearing. I\n snapped the face plate down because", "feel like struggling up and finding\n out. I'm fine where I am. I'll just lie\n here for a while and relax, and get\n some of the story on tape. This suit's", "\"Just before I start the climb there\n are two things I want to get on tape.\n The first is how I got here. I've remembered" ], [ "on a slope that got gradually steeper\n and seemed to go on forever, Matt\n Hennessy began to inch his way up\n the north face of Mount Everest.\nTHE END", "who I was. Matt Hennessy, from Farside\n Observatory, back of the Moon,\n just back from a proving flight\ncum", "the adults on their big grinning\n heads. Personally I didn't like the one\n I knew best. He was called—well, we\n called him Charley, and he was the", "\"My God, it's dark out here. Wonder\n how high I am. Must be all of\n fifty miles, and doing eight hundred", "and in the middle of the flames, still\n unhurt, was Charley. He was laughing ...", "with them in a few seconds. We\n curved away up over China and from\n about fifty miles high we saw the\nWhale\nhit the Pacific. Six hundred", "\"James got us all into the\nMinnow\nat a dead run. There was no time to\n take anything at all except the clothes", "time away, except for Charley, who\n was still chuckling and shaking his\n head, and Captain James who was\n glaring at Charley and obviously\n wishing human dignity permitted him", "\"Hello there. I'm in the bleakest\n wilderness I've ever seen. This place\n makes the moon look cozy. There's", "that grows its own fur coat, has yellow\n eyes an inch and a half long\n and long white whiskers. Could\nyou\nhave kept your mind on the game?", "ledge. A man crawled stiffly out and\n came shakily to his feet. He moved\n slowly around for some time. After\n about two hours he returned to the", "to tear Charley limb from limb. Then\n James pressed the button.", "\"I've tried my hands and arms\n and they seem to work,\" it began.\n \"I've wiggled my toes with entire", "to get the edge on you. All the\n time he had to be top. Great sense\n of humor, of course. I nearly broke\n my neck on that butter-slide he fixed", "feel like struggling up and finding\n out. I'm fine where I am. I'll just lie\n here for a while and relax, and get\n some of the story on tape. This suit's", "the cabin was filling with fumes. I\n saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's\n how he'd escaped—and I\n saw him beginning to laugh. Then", "sound began. Thin, scratchy, inaudible\n more than a yard away, weary\n but still cocky, there leaked from the\n shape in the hollow the sound of a", "\"It's getting lighter. Look at those\n peaks down there! Like great knives.\n I don't seem to be falling as fast as", "\"Just before I start the climb there\n are two things I want to get on tape.\n The first is how I got here. I've remembered", "\"Everything twanged like a bowstring.\n I felt myself turned inside out,\n passed through a small sieve, and" ] ]

[ "How does Pembrook feel about Mary Ann?", "Why does Pembrook shoot the man in the corner?", "What is Puerto Pacifico?", "What is wrong with the citizens of Puerto Pacifico?", "How did Pembroke get to Puerto Pacifico?", "Why do the cops shoot Spencer?", "Why is the qualification interviewer under a glass dome?", "What caused the explosion that sunk the Elena Mia?" ]

[ [ "Pembrook is in love with Mary Ann.", "Pembrook feels betrayed by Mary Ann because she was plotting to kill him.", "At, first Mary Ann was a means to an end, but now Pembrook is in love with her.", "Mary Ann is a means to an end for Pembrook." ], [ "The man in the corner is one of the strangers.", "The man in the corner is an android sent by alien masters to facilitate an invasion of Earth.", "The man in the corner was an alien invader.", "The man in the corner came to kill Pembrook." ], [ "Puerto Pacifico is a training ground for the androids that the aliens are sending to prepare Earth for invasion.", "Puerto Pacifico is a training ground for the android forces that are preparing to invade Earth.", "Puerto Pacifico is a training ground for the aliens who will be replacing key humans on Earth in preparation for invasion.", "Pembroke has died and Puerto Pacifico is his purgatory." ], [ "The citizens of Puerto Pacifico are aliens, not humans.", "The citizens of Puerto Pacifico are newly-awakened AI beings, trying to blend in with humanity.", "The citizens of Puerto Pacifico don't realize they are dead.", "The citizens of Puerto Pacifico are androids, not humans." ], [ "Pembroke traveled to Puerto Pacifico on a ship called the Elena Mia.", "Pembroke traveled to Puerto Pacifico on a Colombian ship called The Valparaiso.", "Pembroke arrived in Puerto Pacifico on the lifeboat he used to escape the sinking ship.", "The aliens placed Pembroke in Puerto Pacifico after destroying his ship." ], [ "Spencer is not cooperating.", "Spencer was on to them. He was about to expose their whole operation.", "They thought Spencer was an android.", "Spencer was speaking too brusquely to the three women in the bar." ], [ "The interviewer is protecting themself from aliens.", "The glass dome is to protect the interviewer from human contact.", "The interviewer has a compromised immune system.", "The interviewer is an alien, and it does not breathe oxygen." ], [ "An alien craft fired on the Elena Mia from under the water.", "A Colombian ship fired a torpedo on the Elena Mia, causing it to explode.", "The Elena Mia ran into an iceberg. The ice pierced the ship's electronics causing an explosion.", "The androids tampered with the Elena Mia's electronics causing an explosion." ] ]

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[ [ "It was in the privacy of his\n room that Pembroke became\n aware of just how perfect, physically,\n Mary Ann was. Too perfect.", "for a cause, for a loyalty, Frank\n Pembroke had at last found his.\n Earth and the human race that\n peopled it. And Mary Ann would", "\"Mary Ann, I love you very\n much,\" Pembroke murmured,\n gambling everything on this one\n throw. \"When you go to Earth\n I'll miss you terribly.\"", "\"Now try to love me,\" Pembroke\n said, drawing her into his\n arms and kissing with little\n pleasure the smooth, warm perfection", "look weary and hungry and aimless.\n Only the last would be a deception.\nTwo weeks later Pembroke\n phoned Mary Ann. The police", "Pembroke shaved, showered,\n and put on the new suit and shirt\n he had bought. Then he took\n Mary Ann, the woman he had", "footprints would be left, Pembroke\n hopped off. Mary Ann\n would go straight to the police\n and report that Pembroke had attacked", "\"In the first place,\" said Pembroke,\n \"you should be willing to\n fall in love with me even if it", "\"It is a sign of poor breeding\n to smile at tramps,\" Pembroke\n admonished her in a whisper.\n \"Walk on ahead.\"", "of her tanned cheeks.\n \"Love me my sweet, beautiful,\n affectionate Mary Ann. My paramour.\"", "chestnut locks and gazed up intently\n at Pembroke as he passed.\n Seldom had he enjoyed so ingenuous\n an invitation. He halted", "It was obvious that the liquor\n had been having some effect.\n Either that, or she had a basic\n flaw of loquacity that no one else\n had discovered. Pembroke decided\n he would have to cover his\n tracks carefully.", "\"Yeah, I reckon there is at\n that,\" said Pembroke, snickering\n again as he moved away from the\n other. \"And why not? Hey?\n Why not?\"", "He stumbled out toward the\n docks, then looked about for\n Mary Ann. He saw her at last\n behind the ropes, her lovely face\n in tears.", "Pembroke headed for the\n beach. He knew she invariably\n went there in the afternoon. He\n loitered around the stalls where", "\"Not enough slang, huh? Well,\n I guess I'll have to concentrate\n on that. How about the smile?\"\n\n\n \"Perfect,\" Pembroke told him.", "Then she saw him. Waving\n frantically, she called his name\n several times. Pembroke mingled\n with the crowd moving toward\n the ship, ignoring her. But still\n the woman persisted in her\n shouting.", "the docks. Almost at once\n he found himself face to face\n with Mary Ann. She smiled happily\n when she recognized him.\nThat", "Spencer opened his mouth to\n protest, but saw with amazement\n that it was exactly this that\n Valencia was seeking. Pembroke\n was amused at his companion's", "Making love to Mary Ann was\n something short of ecstasy. Not\n for any obvious reason, but because\n of subtle little factors that" ], [ "The four shots from Pembroke's\n pistol solved his problem\n effectively. Pembroke tossed his\n third victim onto the pile, then", "Opening the desk drawer,\n which was almost empty, Pembroke\n removed an automatic pistol\n fitted with a silencer. Pointing", "Pembroke heard the shots as\n he strolled casually out into the\n brightness of the hotel lobby.\n While he waited for the elevator,", "\"Good day, sir,\" said Pembroke\n with an amiable smile. \"I\n see my advertisement has interested\n you. Please stand in that\n corner for just a moment.\"", "Pembroke rose and started out\n of the bar. A policeman entered\n and walked directly to Spencer's\n table. Loitering at the juke box,\n Pembroke overheard the conversation.", "help him to save it.\nThe next morning Pembroke\n talked to Valencia about hunting.\n He said that he planned to go\n shooting out on the desert which", "\"Yeah, I reckon there is at\n that,\" said Pembroke, snickering\n again as he moved away from the\n other. \"And why not? Hey?\n Why not?\"", "Pembroke shaved, showered,\n and put on the new suit and shirt\n he had bought. Then he took\n Mary Ann, the woman he had", "it at the amazed customer, he\n fired four .22 caliber longs into\n the narrow chest. Then he made\n a telephone call and sat down to", "He would be out of business\n soon, once the FBI agent had got\n there. Pembroke was only in it to", "Sidling up to a well-dressed\n man-about-town type, Pembroke\n winked at him and snickered.\n\n\n \"You Frank?\" he asked.", "surrounded the city. Valencia\n told him that there were no living\n creatures anywhere but in\n the city. Pembroke said he was\n going out anyway.", "said, Mr. Pembroke. However,\n Mr. Spencer, your value has failed\n to prove itself. You have only\n yourself to blame. Cooperation is", "Now, seated at his battered\n desk in the shabby rented office\n over Lemark's Liquors, Pembroke\n gazed without emotion at", "Pembroke went right on hating\n himself, however, till the\n night he was deposited in a field", "\"Now try to love me,\" Pembroke\n said, drawing her into his\n arms and kissing with little\n pleasure the smooth, warm perfection", "It was obvious that the liquor\n had been having some effect.\n Either that, or she had a basic\n flaw of loquacity that no one else\n had discovered. Pembroke decided\n he would have to cover his\n tracks carefully.", "\"It is a sign of poor breeding\n to smile at tramps,\" Pembroke\n admonished her in a whisper.\n \"Walk on ahead.\"", "\"You said they were perfect.\n They know they're not. You've\n got to be rough with them in this\n town,\" said Pembroke. \"That's\n all they want from us.\"", "footprints would be left, Pembroke\n hopped off. Mary Ann\n would go straight to the police\n and report that Pembroke had attacked" ], [ "\"Puerto Pacifico,\" she told\n him. \"Isn't that a lovely name?\n It means peaceful port. In Spanish.\"", "\"Pardon me, there's a customer,\"\n the boy said. \"This is\n Puerto Pacifico.\"", "like Earth. That, after all, was\n the purpose of Puerto Pacifico.", "\"And, by the way,\" he added,\n \"I hope you like it in Puerto\n Pacifico. Because there isn't any\n place to go from here and there\n isn't any way to get there if\n there were.\"", "That was fine. At least he now\n knew where he was. But as he\n left the shop he began checking\n off every west coast state, city,\n town, and inlet. None, to the best\n of his knowledge, was called\n Puerto Pacifico.", "\"With so many beautiful\n women in Puerto Pacifico,\" said\n Pembroke probingly, \"I find it\n hard to understand why there are\n so few children.\"", "wore hardly placed her in that\n category. Her conversation seemed\n considerably more normal\n after the other denizens of\n Puerto Pacifico Pembroke had", "he saw them carrying the body\n into the street. How many others,\n he wondered, had gone out on\n their backs during their first day\n in Puerto Pacifico?", "buildings. They had to be Earthmen\n because they bled. Mary Ann\n had admitted that she did not.\n There would be very few Earthmen\n left in Puerto Pacifico, and", "the Pacificos' aberrant mannerisms\n or articulation. This was\n the polishing up phase.\nPembroke began hobbling toward", "had commenced on a dismal,\n overcast evening in the South\n Pacific a year earlier. Bound for\n Sydney, two days out of Valparaiso,", "the two demolished Pacificos that\n lay sprawled one atop the other\n in the corner. His watch said\n one-fifteen. The man from the\n FBI should arrive soon.", "on a piece of\n wreckage, and had been picked\n up by a Chilean trawler. How he\n had then made his way, with\n much suffering, up the coast to", "outside of Ensenada, broke but\n happy, with two other itinerant\n types. They separated in San\n Diego, and it was not long before", "\"Yeah, it's kinda isolated. A\n lot of ships dock here, though.\"\n\n\n \"All cargo ships, I'll bet. No\n passengers,\" said Pembroke.", "seacoast city. He heard the hiss\n of the ocean in the direction the\n afternoon sun was taking. In his\n full-gaited walk, he was soon approaching", "surrounded the city. Valencia\n told him that there were no living\n creatures anywhere but in\n the city. Pembroke said he was\n going out anyway.", "Now the ship had arrived and\n was to leave shortly. If there was\n any but the most superficial examination,\n Pembroke would no", "\"What do you think of the\n Chinese situation?\" the voice inquired.\n\n\n \"Which situation's 'at?\"\n\n\n \"Where's Seattle?\"", "\"Thanks. One more thing,\"\n Pembroke said. \"What's over\n that way—outside the city?\"\n\n\n \"Sand.\"" ], [ "\"With so many beautiful\n women in Puerto Pacifico,\" said\n Pembroke probingly, \"I find it\n hard to understand why there are\n so few children.\"", "\"Puerto Pacifico,\" she told\n him. \"Isn't that a lovely name?\n It means peaceful port. In Spanish.\"", "\"And, by the way,\" he added,\n \"I hope you like it in Puerto\n Pacifico. Because there isn't any\n place to go from here and there\n isn't any way to get there if\n there were.\"", "like Earth. That, after all, was\n the purpose of Puerto Pacifico.", "\"Pardon me, there's a customer,\"\n the boy said. \"This is\n Puerto Pacifico.\"", "wore hardly placed her in that\n category. Her conversation seemed\n considerably more normal\n after the other denizens of\n Puerto Pacifico Pembroke had", "That was fine. At least he now\n knew where he was. But as he\n left the shop he began checking\n off every west coast state, city,\n town, and inlet. None, to the best\n of his knowledge, was called\n Puerto Pacifico.", "buildings. They had to be Earthmen\n because they bled. Mary Ann\n had admitted that she did not.\n There would be very few Earthmen\n left in Puerto Pacifico, and", "he saw them carrying the body\n into the street. How many others,\n he wondered, had gone out on\n their backs during their first day\n in Puerto Pacifico?", "the Pacificos' aberrant mannerisms\n or articulation. This was\n the polishing up phase.\nPembroke began hobbling toward", "\"You said they were perfect.\n They know they're not. You've\n got to be rough with them in this\n town,\" said Pembroke. \"That's\n all they want from us.\"", "surrounded the city. Valencia\n told him that there were no living\n creatures anywhere but in\n the city. Pembroke said he was\n going out anyway.", "the two demolished Pacificos that\n lay sprawled one atop the other\n in the corner. His watch said\n one-fifteen. The man from the\n FBI should arrive soon.", "doubt be discovered and exterminated.\n But since no one seemed\n concerned about anything but his\n own speech and behavior, he assumed\n that they had all qualified", "had commenced on a dismal,\n overcast evening in the South\n Pacific a year earlier. Bound for\n Sydney, two days out of Valparaiso,", "\"You are newcomers, Mr.\n Spencer,\" Valencia explained.\n \"You are therefore in an excellent\n position to point out our\n faults as you see them.\"", "he made no attempt to speak to\n them. After his meal, he bought\n a good corona and went for a\n walk. His situation could have\n been any small western American", "\"Somebody's crazy around\n here,\" the fat man muttered\n after a few moments. \"Is it me,\n Frank?\"", "\"Well, they've got a point,\"\n said Pembroke. \"Incidentally,\n just where are we, anyway?\n What city is this?\"", "\"Yeah, it's kinda isolated. A\n lot of ships dock here, though.\"\n\n\n \"All cargo ships, I'll bet. No\n passengers,\" said Pembroke." ], [ "\"Puerto Pacifico,\" she told\n him. \"Isn't that a lovely name?\n It means peaceful port. In Spanish.\"", "wore hardly placed her in that\n category. Her conversation seemed\n considerably more normal\n after the other denizens of\n Puerto Pacifico Pembroke had", "\"With so many beautiful\n women in Puerto Pacifico,\" said\n Pembroke probingly, \"I find it\n hard to understand why there are\n so few children.\"", "the Pacificos' aberrant mannerisms\n or articulation. This was\n the polishing up phase.\nPembroke began hobbling toward", "\"And, by the way,\" he added,\n \"I hope you like it in Puerto\n Pacifico. Because there isn't any\n place to go from here and there\n isn't any way to get there if\n there were.\"", "Now the ship had arrived and\n was to leave shortly. If there was\n any but the most superficial examination,\n Pembroke would no", "Pembroke came as close to being\n a professional adventurer as\n one can in these days of regimented\n travel, organized peril,", "Then she saw him. Waving\n frantically, she called his name\n several times. Pembroke mingled\n with the crowd moving toward\n the ship, ignoring her. But still\n the woman persisted in her\n shouting.", "surrounded the city. Valencia\n told him that there were no living\n creatures anywhere but in\n the city. Pembroke said he was\n going out anyway.", "like Earth. That, after all, was\n the purpose of Puerto Pacifico.", "\"Pardon me, there's a customer,\"\n the boy said. \"This is\n Puerto Pacifico.\"", "Pembroke headed for the\n beach. He knew she invariably\n went there in the afternoon. He\n loitered around the stalls where", "She obeyed. He followed. The\n crowd grew thicker. They neared\n the docks and Pembroke saw that", "Pembroke was explaining to the\n police how he had drifted far\n from the scene of the sinking of\n the\nElena Mia", "on a piece of\n wreckage, and had been picked\n up by a Chilean trawler. How he\n had then made his way, with\n much suffering, up the coast to", "It was in the privacy of his\n room that Pembroke became\n aware of just how perfect, physically,\n Mary Ann was. Too perfect.", "had commenced on a dismal,\n overcast evening in the South\n Pacific a year earlier. Bound for\n Sydney, two days out of Valparaiso,", "That was fine. At least he now\n knew where he was. But as he\n left the shop he began checking\n off every west coast state, city,\n town, and inlet. None, to the best\n of his knowledge, was called\n Puerto Pacifico.", "Pembroke shaved, showered,\n and put on the new suit and shirt\n he had bought. Then he took\n Mary Ann, the woman he had", "place, you've had it.\"\nPembroke returned to the\n hotel. Going to the bar, he recognized\n one of the\nElena Mia's" ], [ "Pembroke rose and started out\n of the bar. A policeman entered\n and walked directly to Spencer's\n table. Loitering at the juke box,\n Pembroke overheard the conversation.", "\"You Spencer?\"\n\n\n \"That's right,\" said the fat\n man sullenly.\n\n\n \"What don't you like about\n me? The\ntruth\n, buddy.\"", "\"What the hell are you sayin'?\"\n asked Spencer in disbelief.\n \"You figure\nthey\nsunk the ship?\n Valencia and the waitress and\n the three babes? Ah, come on.\"", "\"Mister, you've been doing\n some thinkin', I can see,\" said\n Spencer, peering at him suspiciously.\n \"Maybe you've figured\n out where we are.\"", "The four shots from Pembroke's\n pistol solved his problem\n effectively. Pembroke tossed his\n third victim onto the pile, then", "\"Ah, hell! Nothin' wrong\n with you at all, and nothin'll\n make me say there is,\" said Spencer.", "it at the amazed customer, he\n fired four .22 caliber longs into\n the narrow chest. Then he made\n a telephone call and sat down to", "they don't care one bit about us,\n Spencer. Consider the men who\n went down with the ship. That\n was just part of the game.\"", "Spencer opened his mouth to\n protest, but saw with amazement\n that it was exactly this that\n Valencia was seeking. Pembroke\n was amused at his companion's", "\"Ah, no, not you, too,\" groaned\n Spencer. \"Look, Joe, what's\n the gag?\"", "her and that she had shot\n him. If necessary, she would conduct\n the authorities to the place\n where they had been target\n shooting, but would be unable to", "But the dolls had apparently\n lost interest in him. They got up\n one by one and walked out of the\n bar. Pembroke took his rum and\n tonic and moved over to Spencer's\n booth.", "\"It's what you think that will\n determine what you do, Spencer.\n I suggest you change your attitude;\n play along with them for a\n few days till the picture becomes\n a little clearer to you. We'll talk\n about it again then.\"", "\"You're the guy, all right. Too\n bad, Mac,\" said the cop.", "\"Well, so what?\" demanded\n Spencer. \"I've got more important\n things to do than to worry\n about your troubles. You look\n okay to me.\"", "said, Mr. Pembroke. However,\n Mr. Spencer, your value has failed\n to prove itself. You have only\n yourself to blame. Cooperation is", "paying\n passengers. He was a short,\n rectangular little man in his fifties\n named Spencer. He sat in a\n booth with three young women,", "locate the spot where she had\n buried the body. Why had she\n buried it? Because at first she\n was not going to report the incident.\n She was frightened. It", "\"Naw, that's part of your\n charm,\" Spencer assured her.\n\n\n \"How 'bout me, sugar,\" asked\n the girl with the coal black hair.", "reaction but observed that Spencer\n still failed to see the point." ], [ "Then he saw that there was\n another entity in his presence\n confined beneath a glass dome. It\n looked rather like a groundhog", "there were now set up on the\n roped-off wharves small interviewing\n booths. When it was\n their turn, he and Mary Ann\n each went into separate ones.", "doubt be discovered and exterminated.\n But since no one seemed\n concerned about anything but his\n own speech and behavior, he assumed\n that they had all qualified", "And so it went for about five\n minutes. Then he was told he\n had qualified as a satisfactory\n surrogate for a mid-twentieth\n century American male, itinerant\n type.", "with a chuckle. \"Those high-strung\n paramour types always\n raising a ruckus. They never do\n pass the interview. Don't know", "talking excitedly. They were discussing\n a ship. It was leaving\n that afternoon. Anyone who\n could pass the interview would\n be sent to Earth.", "had been in business for a week\n and as yet had had no callers.\n Therefore, it was with a mingled\n sense of excitement and satisfaction\n that he greeted the tall,", "\"What is your name?\" queried\n a metallic voice from a speaker\n on the wall.\n\n\n \"I'm Jerry Newton. Got no\n middle initial,\" Pembroke said in\n a surly voice.", "\"Well, I'd certainly appreciate\n it if you'd tell me how I walk.\"\nShe came around in front of\n the counter and strutted back\n and forth a few times.", "\"Good day, sir,\" said Pembroke\n with an amiable smile. \"I\n see my advertisement has interested\n you. Please stand in that\n corner for just a moment.\"", "Now, seated at his battered\n desk in the shabby rented office\n over Lemark's Liquors, Pembroke\n gazed without emotion at", "to explain\nthat\nto her?\nThen he saw the weird little\n glass statuette among the usual", "\"I thought it made me look\n sexy,\" the redhead said petulantly.\n\n\n \"Just be yourself, gal,\" Spencer\n drawled, jabbing her intimately\n with a fat elbow, \"and\n you'll qualify.\"", "be so comfortable as the previous\n one, but should be considerably\n safer. He headed slowly for the\n \"old\" part of town, aging his\n clothes against buildings and", "it at the amazed customer, he\n fired four .22 caliber longs into\n the narrow chest. Then he made\n a telephone call and sat down to", "There were footsteps on the\n stairs for the third time that\n day. Not the brisk, efficient steps\n of a federal official, but the hesitant,\n self-conscious steps of a\n junior clerk type.", "instructions. Then you will attack.\n You will not see us, your\n masters, again until the atmosphere\n has been sufficiently chlorinated.\n In the meantime, serve", "sat behind\n the desk of his shabby\n little office over Lemark's Liquors\n in downtown Los Angeles and\n waited for his first customer. He", "Pembroke watched with lifted\n eyebrows as the clerk whisked\n the bizarre statuette underneath\n the counter.\n\n\n \"What the hell was that?\"\n Pembroke demanded.", "three hundred dollars.\n His next thought was of food.\n He left the room and descended\n via the elevator to the restaurant.\n Here he observed that it" ], [ "Pembroke was explaining to the\n police how he had drifted far\n from the scene of the sinking of\n the\nElena Mia", "handful of passengers. Only two\n lifeboats were launched before\n the\nElena Mia\nwent down. Pembroke", "Then the explosion had come,\n from far below the waterline,\n and the decks were awash with\n frantic crewmen, officers, and the", "\"What the hell are you sayin'?\"\n asked Spencer in disbelief.\n \"You figure\nthey\nsunk the ship?\n Valencia and the waitress and\n the three babes? Ah, come on.\"", "the Colombian tramp\n steamer\nElena Mia\nhad encountered\n a dense greenish fog which\n seemed vaguely redolent of citrus", "had commenced on a dismal,\n overcast evening in the South\n Pacific a year earlier. Bound for\n Sydney, two days out of Valparaiso,", "place, you've had it.\"\nPembroke returned to the\n hotel. Going to the bar, he recognized\n one of the\nElena Mia's", "on a piece of\n wreckage, and had been picked\n up by a Chilean trawler. How he\n had then made his way, with\n much suffering, up the coast to", "trees. Standing on the forward\n deck, Pembroke was one of the\n first to perceive the peculiar odor\n and to spot the immense gray", "He stumbled out toward the\n docks, then looked about for\n Mary Ann. He saw her at last\n behind the ropes, her lovely face\n in tears.", "Then she saw him. Waving\n frantically, she called his name\n several times. Pembroke mingled\n with the crowd moving toward\n the ship, ignoring her. But still\n the woman persisted in her\n shouting.", "was in the second. The\n roar of the sinking ship was the\n last thing he heard for some\n time.", "Now the ship had arrived and\n was to leave shortly. If there was\n any but the most superficial examination,\n Pembroke would no", "\"Puerto Pacifico,\" she told\n him. \"Isn't that a lovely name?\n It means peaceful port. In Spanish.\"", "buildings. They had to be Earthmen\n because they bled. Mary Ann\n had admitted that she did not.\n There would be very few Earthmen\n left in Puerto Pacifico, and", "the two demolished Pacificos that\n lay sprawled one atop the other\n in the corner. His watch said\n one-fifteen. The man from the\n FBI should arrive soon.", "talking excitedly. They were discussing\n a ship. It was leaving\n that afternoon. Anyone who\n could pass the interview would\n be sent to Earth.", "locate the spot where she had\n buried the body. Why had she\n buried it? Because at first she\n was not going to report the incident.\n She was frightened. It", "it at the amazed customer, he\n fired four .22 caliber longs into\n the narrow chest. Then he made\n a telephone call and sat down to", "She obeyed. He followed. The\n crowd grew thicker. They neared\n the docks and Pembroke saw that" ] ]

[ "What profession do Betty and Simon share?", "Why does Simon look for a bottle of aspirin in the beginning of the story?", "Where was Simon before he arrived at work in the beginning of the story?", "Why does Simon ultimately deny Mr. Oyster's request to go to Oktoberfest?", "In telling the story about potentially traveling to Oktoberfest, what is Simon most skeptical of?", "How has Simon manipulated Mr. Oyster?", "Why does Simon not bring back a time traveler?" ]

[ [ "Advertisers", "Detectives", "Department store clerks", "Time travelers" ], [ "He has a migraine", "He is concerned someone has tampered with it", "He has a hangover", "He keeps time traveling pills inside" ], [ "Idlewild", "Munich", "Providence", "New Orleans" ], [ "He believes that Mr. Oyster is on a mission to destroy time travelers", "He thinks that Mr. Oyster is attempting to alter the space-time continuum", "He knows he will not be allowed to do something that might impact the past", "He does not believe that Mr. Oyster is offering fair compensation" ], [ "How the vendors are able to produce such a large amount of food and beer", "How the brewers are able to make beer with such a high alcohol by volume percentage", "How Arf is able to consume that much beer without getting a hangover", "How the city can accommodate that many locals and tourists" ], [ "He has traveled back in time thrice to attempt to bring back a time traveler", "He has taken over $50,000 of Mr. Oyster's money based on unfulfilled investigations", "He has discovered that Mr. Oyster is actually Arth from several decades ago", "He has used the opportunity to travel to Oktoberfest on vacation, and never intended to grant Mr. Oyster's request" ], [ "He knows that Arth is Mr. Oyster setting a trap to ensnare Simon, who is a time traveler himself", "Simon is a time traveler himself, and would never reveal the secrets of his fellow time travelers", "He became too intoxicated with Arth and sabotaged his own investigation", "The authorities would not allow him to do anything that might significantly change the space-time continuum" ] ]

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[ [ "Betty and Simon waited.", "Simon was shaking his head. \"Not\n interested.\"\n\n\n As soon as Betty had got her jaw\n back into place, she glared unbelievingly\n at him.", "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "The client fussed himself with\n Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed\n Simon, said finally, \"You know", "Simon put in a word. \"The usual\n explanation, Betty, is that they can't\n afford to allow the space-time continuum", "\"I did,\" Simon groaned. \"Three\n times.\"\n\n\n Betty stared at him. \"You mean—\"\n\n\n Simon nodded, miserably.", "Simon said nothing. Across the\n room, where she had resumed her\n seat, Betty cleared her throat. When\n Simon continued to say nothing she\n ventured, \"Time travel is impossible.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "Simon seemed incapable of carrying\n the ball this morning, so Betty\n said, \"But ... Mr. Oyster, if the\n future has developed time travel why\n don't we ever meet such travelers?\"", "\"Don't yell at me, I\n feel awful,\" Simon told\n her. He sat down at his desk, passed\n his tongue over his teeth in distaste,\n groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the\n aspirin bottle.", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "The potential client sat more erect,\n obviously with intent to hold the\n floor for a time. He removed the\n pince-nez glasses and pointed them\n at Betty. He said, \"Have you read\n much science fiction, Miss?\"", "Betty\n looked up from\n her magazine. She said\n mildly, \"You're late.\"", "\"Right!\"\n\n\n Betty had been looking from one\n to the other. Now she said, plaintively,\n \"But where are you going to find\n one of these characters—especially if\n they're interested in keeping hid?\"", "He looked over at Betty and said,\n almost as though reciting, \"What I\n need is a vacation.\"\n\n\n \"What,\" Betty said, \"are you going\n to use for money?\"", "\"You mean,\" Betty was suddenly\n furious at him, \"you've given up!\n Why this is the biggest thing— Why\n the fifty thousand dollars is nothing.\n The future! Just think!\"", "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "\"Anything,\" Simon said. \"Only\n one exception.\"\n\n\n \"Excellent. Do you believe in time\n travel?\"" ], [ "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "He slammed the door after him\n as he left.\n\n\n Simon winced at the noise, took\n the aspirin bottle from its drawer,\n took two, washed them down with\n water from the desk carafe.", "\"Don't yell at me, I\n feel awful,\" Simon told\n her. He sat down at his desk, passed\n his tongue over his teeth in distaste,\n groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the\n aspirin bottle.", "\"Providence,\" Simon told her\n whilst fiddling with the aspirin bottle,\n \"will provide.\"", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "Simon said wearily, \"There's just\n one thing you can bring back with\n you from the future, a hangover compounded", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "Arth was gone. He came back in\n two or three minutes, box of pills in\n hand. \"Here, take one of these.\"", "Simon said unenthusiastically,\n \"Good morning, Mr. Oyster.\" He indicated\n the client's chair. \"Sit down,\n sir.\"", "The client fussed himself with\n Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed\n Simon, said finally, \"You know", "\"All right,\" I told him plaintively.\n \"I'm clean. I won't mess up the\n place. All I've got is a hangover, not\n lice.\"", "Arth was sitting on the edge of\n the bed holding his bald head in his\n hands. \"I remember now,\" he sorrowed.", "\"Confound it if I know,\" the little\n fellow growled. \"How?\"\n\n\n Simon said, \"Let's get to the point,\n what you wanted to see me about.\"", "\"I did,\" Simon groaned. \"Three\n times.\"\n\n\n Betty stared at him. \"You mean—\"\n\n\n Simon nodded, miserably.", "My head was killing me. \"This is\n where I came in, or something,\" I\n groaned.\n\n\n Arth said, \"That was last night.\"\n He looked at me over the rim of his\n beer mug.", "\"I keep telling you,\" Simon said\n bitterly, \"I went back there three\n times. There were hundreds of them.", "Simon was shaking his head. \"Not\n interested.\"\n\n\n As soon as Betty had got her jaw\n back into place, she glared unbelievingly\n at him.", "\"You've been acting sick all morning.\n You went out that door about\n ten minutes ago, were gone about" ], [ "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "He slammed the door after him\n as he left.\n\n\n Simon winced at the noise, took\n the aspirin bottle from its drawer,\n took two, washed them down with\n water from the desk carafe.", "Simon said unenthusiastically,\n \"Good morning, Mr. Oyster.\" He indicated\n the client's chair. \"Sit down,\n sir.\"", "\"Don't yell at me, I\n feel awful,\" Simon told\n her. He sat down at his desk, passed\n his tongue over his teeth in distaste,\n groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the\n aspirin bottle.", "The client fussed himself with\n Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed\n Simon, said finally, \"You know", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "\"I keep telling you,\" Simon said\n bitterly, \"I went back there three\n times. There were hundreds of them.", "\"I did,\" Simon groaned. \"Three\n times.\"\n\n\n Betty stared at him. \"You mean—\"\n\n\n Simon nodded, miserably.", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"", "three minutes, and then came back.\"\n\"See here,\" Mr. Oyster said (interrupting\n Simon's story), \"did you\n say this was supposed to be amusing,", "\"Confound it if I know,\" the little\n fellow growled. \"How?\"\n\n\n Simon said, \"Let's get to the point,\n what you wanted to see me about.\"", "Betty and Simon waited.", "Simon was shaking his head. \"Not\n interested.\"\n\n\n As soon as Betty had got her jaw\n back into place, she glared unbelievingly\n at him.", "When the fog rolled out, it was\n daylight. Bright, glaring, awful daylight.\n I was sprawled, complete with\n clothes, on one of twin beds. On the\n other bed, also completely clothed,\n was Arth.", "this:\"\nI got a thousand dollars from Mr.\n Oyster (Simon began) in the way\n of an advance, and leaving him with", "Mr. Oyster returned his glasses to\n their perch, bug-eyed Simon, but then\n nodded.", "\"Just a minute,\" Arth said, staggering\n erect and heading for what\n undoubtedly was a bathroom. \"Stay\n where you are. Don't move. Don't\n touch anything.\"" ], [ "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "\"All right,\" Simon said. \"We'll accept\n it. The\nOktoberfest\nis one whale", "three minutes, and then came back.\"\n\"See here,\" Mr. Oyster said (interrupting\n Simon's story), \"did you\n say this was supposed to be amusing,", "Simon said unenthusiastically,\n \"Good morning, Mr. Oyster.\" He indicated\n the client's chair. \"Sit down,\n sir.\"", "\"The\nOktoberfest\n,\" he repeated.\n \"The greatest festival the world has", "Mr. Oyster returned his glasses to\n their perch, bug-eyed Simon, but then\n nodded.", "this:\"\nI got a thousand dollars from Mr.\n Oyster (Simon began) in the way\n of an advance, and leaving him with", "\"My pilgrimage,\" he told me. \"All\n my life I've been wanting to go back\n to an\nOktoberfest", "Mr. Oyster was taken aback himself.\n \"See here, young man, I realize\n this isn't an ordinary assignment,\n however, as I said, I am willing to\n risk a considerable portion of my\n fortune—\"", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "I tried just once more. \"Uh, when\n did you first see this Mr. Oyster?\"\n\n\n \"Never saw him before in my\n life,\" she said. \"Not until he came\n in this morning.\"", "The old boy was the center again.\n \"I told you I'd been considering it\n for some time. The\nOktoberfest\n,\n that's where they'd be!\" He seemed\n elated.", "\"No go,\" Simon said, a sad quality\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"A fifty thousand dollar bonus if\n you bring me a time traveler.\"\n\n\n \"Out of the question,\" Simon\n said.", "\"I'm not interested in more,\" Mr.\n Oyster said. \"I suppose your point\n was to show me how ridiculous the", "\"Came for?\" Mr. Oyster snorted.\n \"I'm merely waiting for your girl to\n make out my receipt. I thought you\n had already left.\"", "Simon seemed incapable of carrying\n the ball this morning, so Betty\n said, \"But ... Mr. Oyster, if the\n future has developed time travel why\n don't we ever meet such travelers?\"", "Simon was shaking his head. \"Not\n interested.\"\n\n\n As soon as Betty had got her jaw\n back into place, she glared unbelievingly\n at him.", "Mr. Oyster. I was going to have to\n give him some kind of report for his\n money. Time travel yet! What a\n laugh!", "\"Confound it if I know,\" the little\n fellow growled. \"How?\"\n\n\n Simon said, \"Let's get to the point,\n what you wanted to see me about.\"", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"" ], [ "\"The\nOktoberfest\n,\" he repeated.\n \"The greatest festival the world has", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "\"My pilgrimage,\" he told me. \"All\n my life I've been wanting to go back\n to an\nOktoberfest", "\"All right,\" Simon said. \"We'll accept\n it. The\nOktoberfest\nis one whale", "The old boy was the center again.\n \"I told you I'd been considering it\n for some time. The\nOktoberfest\n,\n that's where they'd be!\" He seemed\n elated.", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "Between Shannon and Munich a\n faint suspicion began to simmer in\n my mind. These statistics I read on\n the\nOktoberfest\nin the Munich tourist\n pamphlets. Five million people\n attended annually.", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "\"Anything,\" Simon said. \"Only\n one exception.\"\n\n\n \"Excellent. Do you believe in time\n travel?\"", "in Munich. Makes the New Orleans\n Mardi gras look like a quilting\n party.\" He began to swing into the\n spirit of his description. \"It originally", "She said, \"But\nSimon\n. Fifty thousand\n dollars bonus. If that story was\n true, you should have gone back\n again to Munich. If there was one\n time traveler, there might have\n been—\"", "Arth thought about it. Took another\n long pull at the beer. \"Right\n across the way from old Albuquerque,\"\n he said finally. \"Maybe we\n ought to be getting on to the\n Pschorrbräu tent.\"", "Simon seemed incapable of carrying\n the ball this morning, so Betty\n said, \"But ... Mr. Oyster, if the\n future has developed time travel why\n don't we ever meet such travelers?\"", "of a wingding.\"\n\"Well,\" the old boy pursued, into\n his subject now, \"that's where they'd\n be, places like the\nOktoberfest", "\"No go,\" Simon said, a sad quality\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"A fifty thousand dollar bonus if\n you bring me a time traveler.\"\n\n\n \"Out of the question,\" Simon\n said.", "Simon said nothing. Across the\n room, where she had resumed her\n seat, Betty cleared her throat. When\n Simon continued to say nothing she\n ventured, \"Time travel is impossible.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "three minutes, and then came back.\"\n\"See here,\" Mr. Oyster said (interrupting\n Simon's story), \"did you\n say this was supposed to be amusing,", "\"I keep telling you,\" Simon said\n bitterly, \"I went back there three\n times. There were hundreds of them.", "\"Don't yell at me, I\n feel awful,\" Simon told\n her. He sat down at his desk, passed\n his tongue over his teeth in distaste,\n groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the\n aspirin bottle.", "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"" ], [ "this:\"\nI got a thousand dollars from Mr.\n Oyster (Simon began) in the way\n of an advance, and leaving him with", "three minutes, and then came back.\"\n\"See here,\" Mr. Oyster said (interrupting\n Simon's story), \"did you\n say this was supposed to be amusing,", "Simon said unenthusiastically,\n \"Good morning, Mr. Oyster.\" He indicated\n the client's chair. \"Sit down,\n sir.\"", "Simon shrugged and fumbled\n again with the aspirin bottle.\nMr. Oyster went on. \"I've been\n considering the matter for some time\n and—\"", "Mr. Oyster returned his glasses to\n their perch, bug-eyed Simon, but then\n nodded.", "I tried just once more. \"Uh, when\n did you first see this Mr. Oyster?\"\n\n\n \"Never saw him before in my\n life,\" she said. \"Not until he came\n in this morning.\"", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "Mr. Oyster was taken aback himself.\n \"See here, young man, I realize\n this isn't an ordinary assignment,\n however, as I said, I am willing to\n risk a considerable portion of my\n fortune—\"", "\"Came for?\" Mr. Oyster snorted.\n \"I'm merely waiting for your girl to\n make out my receipt. I thought you\n had already left.\"", "Mr. Oyster. I was going to have to\n give him some kind of report for his\n money. Time travel yet! What a\n laugh!", "Mr. Oyster was pleased. \"I didn't\n expect you to be so well informed\n on the subject, young man.\"", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"", "\"I'm not interested in more,\" Mr.\n Oyster said. \"I suppose your point\n was to show me how ridiculous the", "\"Confound it if I know,\" the little\n fellow growled. \"How?\"\n\n\n Simon said, \"Let's get to the point,\n what you wanted to see me about.\"", "I opened the door and there I\n found Mr. Oyster sitting in the chair\n he had been occupying four—or was\n it five—days before when I'd left.\n I'd lost track of the time.", "\"I did,\" Simon groaned. \"Three\n times.\"\n\n\n Betty stared at him. \"You mean—\"\n\n\n Simon nodded, miserably.", "\"Just for laughs,\" Simon told the\n two of them sourly, \"suppose I tell\n you a funny story. It goes like\n this:\"", "The client fussed himself with\n Betty's assistance into the seat, bug-eyed\n Simon, said finally, \"You know", "Simon said, enigmatically, \"Now\n it comes.\"\nThere was a knock.\n\n\n Betty bounced up with Olympic\n agility and had the door swinging\n wide before the knocking was quite\n completed.", "\"Money,\" Simon said. \"When you\n took this job you said it was the romance\n that appealed to you.\"" ], [ "\"No go,\" Simon said, a sad quality\n in his voice.\n\n\n \"A fifty thousand dollar bonus if\n you bring me a time traveler.\"\n\n\n \"Out of the question,\" Simon\n said.", "Simon said, \"You want to hire me\n to find a time traveler and in some\n manner or other—any manner will", "\"Anything,\" Simon said. \"Only\n one exception.\"\n\n\n \"Excellent. Do you believe in time\n travel?\"", "Simon said nothing. Across the\n room, where she had resumed her\n seat, Betty cleared her throat. When\n Simon continued to say nothing she\n ventured, \"Time travel is impossible.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "Simon seemed incapable of carrying\n the ball this morning, so Betty\n said, \"But ... Mr. Oyster, if the\n future has developed time travel why\n don't we ever meet such travelers?\"", "She said, \"But\nSimon\n. Fifty thousand\n dollars bonus. If that story was\n true, you should have gone back\n again to Munich. If there was one\n time traveler, there might have\n been—\"", "Simon said wearily, \"There's just\n one thing you can bring back with\n you from the future, a hangover compounded", "Simon put in a word. \"The usual\n explanation, Betty, is that they can't\n afford to allow the space-time continuum", ". For\n one thing, a time traveler wouldn't\n be conspicuous. At a festival like this\n somebody with a strange accent, or", "changed. In that case, the time traveler\n himself might never be born. They\n have to tread mighty carefully.\"", "Simon held up a hand. \"There's\n no use prolonging this. As I understand\n it, you're an elderly gentleman\n with a considerable fortune and you\n realize that thus far nobody has succeeded\n in taking it with him.\"", "\"I want to hire you to hunt me up\n some time travelers,\" the old boy\n said.", "you—all over again. They just\n can't allow anything to come back\n from the future and change the\n past.\"", "Mr. Oyster. I was going to have to\n give him some kind of report for his\n money. Time travel yet! What a\n laugh!", "\"I keep telling you,\" Simon said\n bitterly, \"I went back there three\n times. There were hundreds of them.", "three minutes, and then came back.\"\n\"See here,\" Mr. Oyster said (interrupting\n Simon's story), \"did you\n say this was supposed to be amusing,", "\"But why would a time traveler\n want to go to a—\" Betty began.", "\"Sorry,\" Simon said. \"Can't be\n done.\"", "that I am willing to gamble a\n portion of my fortune to investigate\n the presence in our era of such time\n travelers.\"", "Simon shrugged, put one hand to\n his forehead and said, \"That's only\n the first chapter. There are two\n more.\"" ] ]

[ "Which two terms best describe Jerry's tone toward Greta?", "For what reason is Greta most angry at Jerry?\n", "What is the most surprising detail about the Venusian delegate?", "The Venusian delegate's message to humans on Earth is best characterized as a:", "What ultimately revealed the true identity of the Venusian delegate to Jerry?", "What is the central irony of the Venusian delegate's message?", "Which emotion does the Venusian delegate intentionally tap into in order to more effectively achieve its mission?", "If the following event had not occurred, the Venusian delegate's identify would likely not have been discovered:", "What does Jerry promise to Professor Coltz without saying explicitly?", "How does Jerry change from the beginning of the story to the end?" ]

[ [ "misogynistic and dismissive", "lustful and manipulative", "rueful and vexed", "condescending and harsh" ], [ "He stole her source and took credit for her 'scoop'", "He feigned attraction to get valuable information", "He talked negatively about her to her colleagues", "He convinced her to get too intoxicated" ], [ "She is very tall for a female", "It must be assembled according to instructions", "He was once an inhabitant of Earth", "It self-destructs after a certain time period has passed" ], [ "ultimatum", "attack", "task", "enigma" ], [ "It's opening monologue", "The origin of its materials", "Notes that Greta stole from a source", "Its style of self-destruction" ], [ "It self destructs in the same way that it promises to devastate Earth's population, if Earth does not fulfill its terms", "It glorifies war and violence despite the fact that Venus is the goddess of love", "It's artificial intelligence is undecipherable by the most intelligent scientists from each major country on Earth", "It uses threatening means in order to achieve a peaceful desired outcome" ], [ "greed", "shame", "fear", "doubt" ], [ "If Jerry had not kept his old notes from college physics", "If the UN had not called a plenary session", "If Greta had gotten fired for leaking her source", "If the authorities had destroyed the delegate after its opening message" ], [ "He plans to reveal the true creators of the Venusian delegate", "He plans not to share his physics notes with the media", "He plans not to reveal the true creators of the Venusian delegate", "He plans to share his physics notes with the media" ], [ "He is consumed by the difficulty of keeping the secret of the Venusian delegate's origin", "He comes to value the Venusian delegate's outcome over the recognition of breaking unprecedented news", "He becomes less caught up in the fast-paced world of media and more interested in settling down as a family man", "He stops living his life according to what the media values and decides to leave Earth forever" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Good-bye, Greta,\" Jerry said\n sadly.\n\n\n \"What?\"\n\n\n \"Good-bye. I suppose you\n won't want to see me any more.\"", "\"Greta,\" Jerry said mildly, \"I\n think you're still a little woozy\n from last night.\"", "\"Honey,\" Jerry said, taking\n her arm, \"you can trust me like\n a brother.\"\n\n\n \"That's\nnot\nthe idea,\" Greta\n said stiffly.", "\"So what really happened,\n pal? That Greta babe really let\n down her hair?\"\n\n\n \"Where's your decorum?\"\n Jerry growled.", "Jerry braked the convertible\n to a halt, and put his arm\n around Greta's shoulder. She\n looked up at the star-filled night,", "\"Greta!\"\n\n\n \"But if you print one\nword\nof it, Jerry Bridges, I'll never\n speak to you again!\"", "Jerry grinned. \"I didn't take\nthat\nkind of advantage, Mr.\n Conners. Not that she wasn't a\n toothsome little dish ...\"", "\"It's worth a lot,\" Jerry said\n eagerly. \"Thanks, Mr. Howells.\"\n\n\n \"Don't thank me, I'm not doing\n you any\npersonal\nfavor. Now\n about the landing tonight—\"", "He tried to explain his feeling\n to Greta on his first night back\n in Washington. They were in his\n apartment, and it was the first\n time Greta had consented to pay\n him the visit.", "Jerry got up and ambled to the\n door. But he turned before leaving\n and said:\n\n\n \"By the way. What do\nyou\nthink is going on?\"", "of straight gray hair. He\n blinked when Jerry said:", "They sat at facing student\n desks, and chatted about old\n times. But Jerry was impatient\n to get to the point of his visit,\n and he blurted out:", "Jerry looked up from his\n coffee and blinked when he saw\n who was coming through the\n door of the Bar & Grill. So did", "Jerry pointed. \"That one.\"\n\n\n Greta shivered closer to him.\n\n\n \"And to think what that terrible\n planet can do to us!\"", "Greta snuggled up to him on\n the sofa. \"You worry too much.\n Don't you ever think of anything\n else? You should learn to\n relax. It can be fun.\"", "every other patron, but for different\n reasons. Greta Johnson\n had that effect upon men. Even\n the confining effect of a mannishly-tailored", "\"Look, Greta—\"\nWham!\nHer hand, small and\n delicate, felt like a slab of lead", "\"Well, what's\nbothering\nyou?\"\n Greta pouted. \"You've had the\n biggest story of the year under\n your byline. I should think you'd\n be tickled pink.\"", "\"Yes,\nsir\n!\" Jerry said, breezing\n by the waiting reporters\n with a grin of triumph.", "\"Greta, listen!\" he panted.\n \"You don't understand about\n last night. It wasn't the way\n that lousy columnist said—\"\n\n\n She stopped in her tracks." ], [ "\"Good-bye, Greta,\" Jerry said\n sadly.\n\n\n \"What?\"\n\n\n \"Good-bye. I suppose you\n won't want to see me any more.\"", "\"Greta,\" Jerry said mildly, \"I\n think you're still a little woozy\n from last night.\"", "\"Honey,\" Jerry said, taking\n her arm, \"you can trust me like\n a brother.\"\n\n\n \"That's\nnot\nthe idea,\" Greta\n said stiffly.", "\"So what really happened,\n pal? That Greta babe really let\n down her hair?\"\n\n\n \"Where's your decorum?\"\n Jerry growled.", "\"Greta!\"\n\n\n \"But if you print one\nword\nof it, Jerry Bridges, I'll never\n speak to you again!\"", "They sat at facing student\n desks, and chatted about old\n times. But Jerry was impatient\n to get to the point of his visit,\n and he blurted out:", "Jerry braked the convertible\n to a halt, and put his arm\n around Greta's shoulder. She\n looked up at the star-filled night,", "\"That's all right with me,\"\n Greta said haughtily. \"I know\n when I'm not wanted.\"", "He tried to explain his feeling\n to Greta on his first night back\n in Washington. They were in his\n apartment, and it was the first\n time Greta had consented to pay\n him the visit.", "\"Well, what's\nbothering\nyou?\"\n Greta pouted. \"You've had the\n biggest story of the year under\n your byline. I should think you'd\n be tickled pink.\"", "Jerry got up and ambled to the\n door. But he turned before leaving\n and said:\n\n\n \"By the way. What do\nyou\nthink is going on?\"", "\"It's not that,\" Jerry said\n moodily. \"But ever since I heard\n the Delegate speak, something's\n been nagging me.\"", "\"What\nare\nthey?\" Greta said.\n\n\n \"My old school notebooks.\n Greta, you'll have to excuse me.\n But there's something I've got\n to do, right away!\"", "Jerry looked up from his\n coffee and blinked when he saw\n who was coming through the\n door of the Bar & Grill. So did", "\"Greta, listen!\" he panted.\n \"You don't understand about\n last night. It wasn't the way\n that lousy columnist said—\"\n\n\n She stopped in her tracks.", "every other patron, but for different\n reasons. Greta Johnson\n had that effect upon men. Even\n the confining effect of a mannishly-tailored", "\"Y-e-s. But you know, you're\n a liar sometimes, Jerry. I've noticed\n that about you.\"", "Jerry pointed. \"That one.\"\n\n\n Greta shivered closer to him.\n\n\n \"And to think what that terrible\n planet can do to us!\"", "of straight gray hair. He\n blinked when Jerry said:", "She started to prove it to him,\n and Jerry responded the way a\n normal, healthy male usually\n does. But in the middle of an\n embrace, he cried out:\n\n\n \"Wait a minute!\"" ], [ "\"But it's an interesting coincidence,\n isn't it, Professor?\n These very words were spoken\n by the Delegate from Venus.\"\n\n\n \"A coincidence—\"", "VENUS\nBy HENRY SLESAR\nILLUSTRATOR NOVICK\nEverybody was waiting to see\n what the delegate from Venus", "\"Don't be silly. The spaceship's\n from Venus; they've already\n established that. And the\n people on it—I\nguess\nthey're\n people—want to know if they\n can land their delegate.\"", "\"A decision about what?\"\n\n\n \"About the Venusians, of\n course.\"", "Earth, as a messenger of war.\n Unstoppable, inexorable, it may\n return, bearing a different Delegate\n from Venus—a Delegate of", "The Delegate sat down.\nFour days later, a mysterious\n explosion rocked the quiet sands\n of Los Alamos, and the Venus", "\"You mean these Venusians\n speak English?\"", "Delegate from a great neighbor\n planet, in the interests of peace\n and progress for all the solar\n system. I come in the belief that\n peace is the responsibility of individuals,", "\"Greetings from Venus,\" it\n said, and then repeated the\n phrase in six languages. \"The", "ship you see is a Venusian Class\n 7 interplanetary rocket, built\n for one-passenger. It is clear of\n all radiation, and is perfectly", "some three hours later, by a\n team of scientists and engineers\n who seemed to find the Venusian\n instructions as elementary as a\n blueprint in an Erector set. But", "But his greatest surprise was\n yet to come. The vast auditorium\n which housed the general\n assembly was filled to its capacity,", "\"Please open the crate. You\n will find our delegate within.\n We trust you will treat him\n with the courtesy of an official\n emissary.\"", "spread. On that day, we of\n Venus will act swiftly, mercilessly,\n and relentlessly—to destroy\n your world completely.\"", "\"Their delegate. They came\n here for some kind of conference,\n I guess. They know about\n the UN and everything, and", "He swung his other arm\n around her, and Venus winked\n approvingly.\nTHE END", "your retaliation. This is the\n promise and the challenge that\n will hang in your night sky from\n this moment forward. Look at\n the planet Venus, men of Earth,", "spacecraft was no more. Two\n hours after that, the robot delegate,\n its message delivered, its\n mission fulfilled, requested to be\n locked inside a bombproof", "chamber. When the door was\n opened, the Delegate was an exploded\n ruin.", "right to know about this spaceship\n that's flying around—\"\nHis words brought an exclamation\n from the others. Howells\n sighed, and said:" ], [ "\"Don't be silly. The spaceship's\n from Venus; they've already\n established that. And the\n people on it—I\nguess\nthey're\n people—want to know if they\n can land their delegate.\"", "\"But it's an interesting coincidence,\n isn't it, Professor?\n These very words were spoken\n by the Delegate from Venus.\"\n\n\n \"A coincidence—\"", "\"Greetings from Venus,\" it\n said, and then repeated the\n phrase in six languages. \"The", "Earth, as a messenger of war.\n Unstoppable, inexorable, it may\n return, bearing a different Delegate\n from Venus—a Delegate of", "Delegate from a great neighbor\n planet, in the interests of peace\n and progress for all the solar\n system. I come in the belief that\n peace is the responsibility of individuals,", "VENUS\nBy HENRY SLESAR\nILLUSTRATOR NOVICK\nEverybody was waiting to see\n what the delegate from Venus", "has been created for me, and I\n come to offer your planet not\n merely a threat, a promise, or\n an easy solution—but a challenge.\"", "\"A decision about what?\"\n\n\n \"About the Venusians, of\n course.\"", "radio message to earth from the\n cone, seemingly as if it originated\n from their 'spaceship.'\n Then, when the Robot was assembled,\n they would speak", "\"Please open the crate. You\n will find our delegate within.\n We trust you will treat him\n with the courtesy of an official\n emissary.\"", "spacecraft was no more. Two\n hours after that, the robot delegate,\n its message delivered, its\n mission fulfilled, requested to be\n locked inside a bombproof", "your retaliation. This is the\n promise and the challenge that\n will hang in your night sky from\n this moment forward. Look at\n the planet Venus, men of Earth,", "spread. On that day, we of\n Venus will act swiftly, mercilessly,\n and relentlessly—to destroy\n your world completely.\"", "\"Your earth satellites have\n been viewed with interest by the\n astronomers of our world, and\n we foresee the day when contact", "\"You mean these Venusians\n speak English?\"", "ship you see is a Venusian Class\n 7 interplanetary rocket, built\n for one-passenger. It is clear of\n all radiation, and is perfectly", "The Delegate sat down.\nFour days later, a mysterious\n explosion rocked the quiet sands\n of Los Alamos, and the Venus", "some three hours later, by a\n team of scientists and engineers\n who seemed to find the Venusian\n instructions as elementary as a\n blueprint in an Erector set. But", "\"The vessel which brought me\n here came as a messenger of\n peace. But envision it, men of", "of nations, and now\n of worlds, and that each is dependent\n upon the other. I speak\n to you now through the electronic\n instrumentation which" ], [ "\"But it's an interesting coincidence,\n isn't it, Professor?\n These very words were spoken\n by the Delegate from Venus.\"\n\n\n \"A coincidence—\"", "\"Don't be silly. The spaceship's\n from Venus; they've already\n established that. And the\n people on it—I\nguess\nthey're\n people—want to know if they\n can land their delegate.\"", "VENUS\nBy HENRY SLESAR\nILLUSTRATOR NOVICK\nEverybody was waiting to see\n what the delegate from Venus", "The Delegate sat down.\nFour days later, a mysterious\n explosion rocked the quiet sands\n of Los Alamos, and the Venus", "\"A decision about what?\"\n\n\n \"About the Venusians, of\n course.\"", "Earth, as a messenger of war.\n Unstoppable, inexorable, it may\n return, bearing a different Delegate\n from Venus—a Delegate of", "An Air Force General whom\n Jerry couldn't identify stepped\n forward. He circled the ship\n warily, and then said something\n to the others. They came closer,\n and he touched a small lever on\n the silvery surface of the funnel.", "\"Greetings from Venus,\" it\n said, and then repeated the\n phrase in six languages. \"The", "Delegate from a great neighbor\n planet, in the interests of peace\n and progress for all the solar\n system. I come in the belief that\n peace is the responsibility of individuals,", "\"It's not that,\" Jerry said\n moodily. \"But ever since I heard\n the Delegate speak, something's\n been nagging me.\"", "under way, he knew that it was\n true. The highest echelons of the\n world's governments were represented,\n even—Jerry gulped", "escort me to the meeting\n place ...\"\nIt wasn't until three days\n after the landing that Jerry\n Bridges saw the Delegate again.", "\"Please open the crate. You\n will find our delegate within.\n We trust you will treat him\n with the courtesy of an official\n emissary.\"", "some three hours later, by a\n team of scientists and engineers\n who seemed to find the Venusian\n instructions as elementary as a\n blueprint in an Erector set. But", "\"You mean these Venusians\n speak English?\"", "He swung his other arm\n around her, and Venus winked\n approvingly.\nTHE END", "\"Wait a minute,\" Jerry said\n dizzily. \"You mean to tell me\n there's another of those metal\n moons up there?\"", "Jerry got up and ambled to the\n door. But he turned before leaving\n and said:\n\n\n \"By the way. What do\nyou\nthink is going on?\"", "spacecraft was no more. Two\n hours after that, the robot delegate,\n its message delivered, its\n mission fulfilled, requested to be\n locked inside a bombproof", "\"It's worth a lot,\" Jerry said\n eagerly. \"Thanks, Mr. Howells.\"\n\n\n \"Don't thank me, I'm not doing\n you any\npersonal\nfavor. Now\n about the landing tonight—\"" ], [ "\"But it's an interesting coincidence,\n isn't it, Professor?\n These very words were spoken\n by the Delegate from Venus.\"\n\n\n \"A coincidence—\"", "Earth, as a messenger of war.\n Unstoppable, inexorable, it may\n return, bearing a different Delegate\n from Venus—a Delegate of", "\"Don't be silly. The spaceship's\n from Venus; they've already\n established that. And the\n people on it—I\nguess\nthey're\n people—want to know if they\n can land their delegate.\"", "Delegate from a great neighbor\n planet, in the interests of peace\n and progress for all the solar\n system. I come in the belief that\n peace is the responsibility of individuals,", "\"Greetings from Venus,\" it\n said, and then repeated the\n phrase in six languages. \"The", "VENUS\nBy HENRY SLESAR\nILLUSTRATOR NOVICK\nEverybody was waiting to see\n what the delegate from Venus", "\"A decision about what?\"\n\n\n \"About the Venusians, of\n course.\"", "your retaliation. This is the\n promise and the challenge that\n will hang in your night sky from\n this moment forward. Look at\n the planet Venus, men of Earth,", "spread. On that day, we of\n Venus will act swiftly, mercilessly,\n and relentlessly—to destroy\n your world completely.\"", "\"Please open the crate. You\n will find our delegate within.\n We trust you will treat him\n with the courtesy of an official\n emissary.\"", "The Delegate sat down.\nFour days later, a mysterious\n explosion rocked the quiet sands\n of Los Alamos, and the Venus", "spacecraft was no more. Two\n hours after that, the robot delegate,\n its message delivered, its\n mission fulfilled, requested to be\n locked inside a bombproof", "\"You mean these Venusians\n speak English?\"", "has been created for me, and I\n come to offer your planet not\n merely a threat, a promise, or\n an easy solution—but a challenge.\"", "ship you see is a Venusian Class\n 7 interplanetary rocket, built\n for one-passenger. It is clear of\n all radiation, and is perfectly", "\"The vessel which brought me\n here came as a messenger of\n peace. But envision it, men of", "some three hours later, by a\n team of scientists and engineers\n who seemed to find the Venusian\n instructions as elementary as a\n blueprint in an Erector set. But", "\"Your earth satellites have\n been viewed with interest by the\n astronomers of our world, and\n we foresee the day when contact", "of Venus, promise you this—that\n on the very day your conflict\n deteriorates into heedless\n violence, we will not stand by\n and let the ugly contagion", "radio message to earth from the\n cone, seemingly as if it originated\n from their 'spaceship.'\n Then, when the Robot was assembled,\n they would speak" ], [ "\"Don't be silly. The spaceship's\n from Venus; they've already\n established that. And the\n people on it—I\nguess\nthey're\n people—want to know if they\n can land their delegate.\"", "\"But it's an interesting coincidence,\n isn't it, Professor?\n These very words were spoken\n by the Delegate from Venus.\"\n\n\n \"A coincidence—\"", "Delegate from a great neighbor\n planet, in the interests of peace\n and progress for all the solar\n system. I come in the belief that\n peace is the responsibility of individuals,", "Earth, as a messenger of war.\n Unstoppable, inexorable, it may\n return, bearing a different Delegate\n from Venus—a Delegate of", "VENUS\nBy HENRY SLESAR\nILLUSTRATOR NOVICK\nEverybody was waiting to see\n what the delegate from Venus", "\"A decision about what?\"\n\n\n \"About the Venusians, of\n course.\"", "\"Greetings from Venus,\" it\n said, and then repeated the\n phrase in six languages. \"The", "spread. On that day, we of\n Venus will act swiftly, mercilessly,\n and relentlessly—to destroy\n your world completely.\"", "ship you see is a Venusian Class\n 7 interplanetary rocket, built\n for one-passenger. It is clear of\n all radiation, and is perfectly", "your retaliation. This is the\n promise and the challenge that\n will hang in your night sky from\n this moment forward. Look at\n the planet Venus, men of Earth,", "The Delegate sat down.\nFour days later, a mysterious\n explosion rocked the quiet sands\n of Los Alamos, and the Venus", "spacecraft was no more. Two\n hours after that, the robot delegate,\n its message delivered, its\n mission fulfilled, requested to be\n locked inside a bombproof", "some three hours later, by a\n team of scientists and engineers\n who seemed to find the Venusian\n instructions as elementary as a\n blueprint in an Erector set. But", "\"You mean these Venusians\n speak English?\"", "has been created for me, and I\n come to offer your planet not\n merely a threat, a promise, or\n an easy solution—but a challenge.\"", "right to know about this spaceship\n that's flying around—\"\nHis words brought an exclamation\n from the others. Howells\n sighed, and said:", "\"Please open the crate. You\n will find our delegate within.\n We trust you will treat him\n with the courtesy of an official\n emissary.\"", "of Venus, promise you this—that\n on the very day your conflict\n deteriorates into heedless\n violence, we will not stand by\n and let the ugly contagion", "and secrecy of a University on a\n fantastic scheme to force the\n idea of peace into the minds of\n the world's big shots. Does my\n dream interest you, Professor?\"", "He swung his other arm\n around her, and Venus winked\n approvingly.\nTHE END" ], [ "\"But it's an interesting coincidence,\n isn't it, Professor?\n These very words were spoken\n by the Delegate from Venus.\"\n\n\n \"A coincidence—\"", "The Delegate sat down.\nFour days later, a mysterious\n explosion rocked the quiet sands\n of Los Alamos, and the Venus", "\"Don't be silly. The spaceship's\n from Venus; they've already\n established that. And the\n people on it—I\nguess\nthey're\n people—want to know if they\n can land their delegate.\"", "VENUS\nBy HENRY SLESAR\nILLUSTRATOR NOVICK\nEverybody was waiting to see\n what the delegate from Venus", "\"A decision about what?\"\n\n\n \"About the Venusians, of\n course.\"", "Earth, as a messenger of war.\n Unstoppable, inexorable, it may\n return, bearing a different Delegate\n from Venus—a Delegate of", "spacecraft was no more. Two\n hours after that, the robot delegate,\n its message delivered, its\n mission fulfilled, requested to be\n locked inside a bombproof", "some three hours later, by a\n team of scientists and engineers\n who seemed to find the Venusian\n instructions as elementary as a\n blueprint in an Erector set. But", "chamber. When the door was\n opened, the Delegate was an exploded\n ruin.", "\"Greetings from Venus,\" it\n said, and then repeated the\n phrase in six languages. \"The", "right to know about this spaceship\n that's flying around—\"\nHis words brought an exclamation\n from the others. Howells\n sighed, and said:", "\"Please open the crate. You\n will find our delegate within.\n We trust you will treat him\n with the courtesy of an official\n emissary.\"", "Delegate from a great neighbor\n planet, in the interests of peace\n and progress for all the solar\n system. I come in the belief that\n peace is the responsibility of individuals,", "An Air Force General whom\n Jerry couldn't identify stepped\n forward. He circled the ship\n warily, and then said something\n to the others. They came closer,\n and he touched a small lever on\n the silvery surface of the funnel.", "escort me to the meeting\n place ...\"\nIt wasn't until three days\n after the landing that Jerry\n Bridges saw the Delegate again.", "In a secluded booth at the rear\n of a restaurant unfrequented by\n newsmen, Greta leaned forward\n and said:\n\n\n \"At first, they thought it was\n another sputnik.\"", "your retaliation. This is the\n promise and the challenge that\n will hang in your night sky from\n this moment forward. Look at\n the planet Venus, men of Earth,", "of the light-ringed area. When it\n hit, a dust cloud obscured it from\n sight.\nA loudspeaker blared out an", "spread. On that day, we of\n Venus will act swiftly, mercilessly,\n and relentlessly—to destroy\n your world completely.\"", "Only the Russians denied\n it. Then there were joint meetings,\n and nobody could figure\n out\nwhat\nthe damn thing was.\"" ], [ "Coltz's eyes were suddenly\n hooded.\n\n\n \"What do you mean, Jerry?\"", "Coltz shifted uncomfortably.\n \"I don't recall every silly thing\n I said, Jerry.\"", "when the door opened. If the\n students looked younger, Professor\n Coltz was far older than\n Jerry remembered. He was a\n tall man, with an unruly confusion", "\"Professor Coltz, something's\n been bothering me. It bothered\n me from the moment I heard", "\"It's worth a lot,\" Jerry said\n eagerly. \"Thanks, Mr. Howells.\"\n\n\n \"Don't thank me, I'm not doing\n you any\npersonal\nfavor. Now\n about the landing tonight—\"", "\"Good-bye, Greta,\" Jerry said\n sadly.\n\n\n \"What?\"\n\n\n \"Good-bye. I suppose you\n won't want to see me any more.\"", "They sat at facing student\n desks, and chatted about old\n times. But Jerry was impatient\n to get to the point of his visit,\n and he blurted out:", "Jerry got up and ambled to the\n door. But he turned before leaving\n and said:\n\n\n \"By the way. What do\nyou\nthink is going on?\"", "\"You don't have to say it,\n Professor, I know what you're\n thinking. I'm a reporter, and my", "\"Professor Coltz?\" She stuck\n a pencil to her mouth. \"Well, I\n guess he'd be in the Holland\n Laboratory about now.\"\n\n\n \"Holland Laboratory? What's\n that?\"", "He followed her directions,\n and located a fresh-painted\n building three hundred yards\n from the men's dorm. He met a\n student at the door, who told\n him that Professor Coltz would\n be found in the physics department.", "would there? No, thanks, Professor.\n As far as I'm concerned,\n what I told you was nothing\n more than a daydream.\"", "\"Yes,\nsir\n!\" Jerry said, breezing\n by the waiting reporters\n with a grin of triumph.", "Jerry Bridges, sitting in the\n chair opposite his employer's\n desk, chewed on his knuckles\n and said nothing. One part of", "Jerry grinned. \"I didn't take\nthat\nkind of advantage, Mr.\n Conners. Not that she wasn't a\n toothsome little dish ...\"", "\"Hello, Professor. Do you remember\n me? Jerry Bridges?\"\n\n\n \"Of course! I thought of you\n only yesterday, when I saw your\n name in the papers—\"", "\"Jerry, if you do this—\"", "and secrecy of a University on a\n fantastic scheme to force the\n idea of peace into the minds of\n the world's big shots. Does my\n dream interest you, Professor?\"", "\"Y-e-s. But you know, you're\n a liar sometimes, Jerry. I've noticed\n that about you.\"", "of straight gray hair. He\n blinked when Jerry said:" ], [ "\"Good-bye, Greta,\" Jerry said\n sadly.\n\n\n \"What?\"\n\n\n \"Good-bye. I suppose you\n won't want to see me any more.\"", "\"It's worth a lot,\" Jerry said\n eagerly. \"Thanks, Mr. Howells.\"\n\n\n \"Don't thank me, I'm not doing\n you any\npersonal\nfavor. Now\n about the landing tonight—\"", "Jerry got up and ambled to the\n door. But he turned before leaving\n and said:\n\n\n \"By the way. What do\nyou\nthink is going on?\"", "They split off a few blocks\n later, and Jerry walked until he\n came to the Red Tape Bar &", "Jerry held his breath as they\n approached the object; only\n when they were yards away did\n he appreciate its size. It wasn't\n large; not more than fifteen feet\n in total circumference.", "Jerry Bridges, sitting in the\n chair opposite his employer's\n desk, chewed on his knuckles\n and said nothing. One part of", "They sat at facing student\n desks, and chatted about old\n times. But Jerry was impatient\n to get to the point of his visit,\n and he blurted out:", "Jerry looked up from his\n coffee and blinked when he saw\n who was coming through the\n door of the Bar & Grill. So did", "Jerry swallowed hard.", "Five minutes later, Jerry\n Bridges was calling the airlines.\nIt had been eleven years since\n Jerry had walked across the", "when the door opened. If the\n students looked younger, Professor\n Coltz was far older than\n Jerry remembered. He was a\n tall man, with an unruly confusion", "\"Yes,\nsir\n!\" Jerry said, breezing\n by the waiting reporters\n with a grin of triumph.", "She started to prove it to him,\n and Jerry responded the way a\n normal, healthy male usually\n does. But in the middle of an\n embrace, he cried out:\n\n\n \"Wait a minute!\"", "The room was empty when\n Jerry entered, except for the\n single stooped figure vigorously\n erasing a blackboard. He turned", "They drove for twenty\n minutes across a flat ribbon of\n desert road, until Jerry sighted\n what appeared to be a circle of\n newly-erected lights in the middle", "of straight gray hair. He\n blinked when Jerry said:", "The news flashed with lightning\n speed over the world, and\n Jerry Bridges' eyewitness accounts\n of the incredible event\n was syndicated throughout the\n nation. But his sudden celebrity\n left him vaguely unsatisfied.", "\"Jerry, if you do this—\"", "Jerry grinned. \"I didn't take\nthat\nkind of advantage, Mr.\n Conners. Not that she wasn't a\n toothsome little dish ...\"", "\"Oh, I guess that was after\n your time, wasn't it?\"\n\n\n Jerry felt decrepit, but managed\n to say: \"It must be something\n new since I was here.\n Where is this place?\"" ] ]

[ "Upon waking up after one million years, Ned feels all of the following emotions at an extreme level, EXCEPT for ______.", "Why does the author focus on the water returning to smoothness after Ned's wreck?", "What is Ned Vince's ultimate fate?", "How has planetary leadership evolved since the 20th century?", "What do the Kar-Rah have in common with 20th century humans?", "How have scientists' positionality toward their research subjects changed since the 20th century?", "What enabled Ned to survive one million years after his car accident?", "Why are the Kar-Rah shouting \"Kaalleee tik tik tik!\"? ", "From the 20th century to the age of the Kar-Rah, the planet's landscape as changed in all of the following ways EXCEPT:", "What is the purpose of the metal fabric helmets? probing the brain which has also recorded his language and speak for Loy read thoughts" ]

[ [ "Confusion", "Homesickness", "Fear", "Regret" ], [ "To demonstrate how time and progress move forward, without taking pause for the loss of a single or entire society", "To depict the difference between a 20th century moment and the future, when water has vanished from the continent", "To illustrate the biological effects of alkali on the composition of the human body", "To personify the all-consuming effects of nostalgia and fear in the last moments of a human's brief life" ], [ "He is tranquilized and moved to a simulation of his previous life, where the Kar-Rah can continue to study him", "He dies in a fatal car crash by drowning at the bottom of a deep pit of water", "His body is put on display in a museum managed by the Kar-Rah ", "He wakes up to discover that the car wreck and experience with Loy Chuk was all a dream" ], [ "Authority is more vested in the knowledge and expertise of technologists and researchers", "The entire planet has adopted democracy as a means for ensuring liberty to all species", "The Kar-Rah have combined the most humane principles from authoritarian regimes and constitutional democracies", "Earth has eliminated all government in the name of autonomy and free will" ], [ "An erect posture", "General height", "Language", "Large crania" ], [ "They are more prejudiced and scrutinizing toward them", "They are more neutral and ambivalent toward them", "They are more inclusive and considerate toward them", "They are more empathetic and compassionate toward them" ], [ "The alkaline water in the pit", "The arid desert climate", "The black box technology", "The Kar-Rah simulation technology" ], [ "They are warning each other of a potential predator", "They are praising Loy Chuk for his accomplishment", "They are attempting to reconvene after being separated", "They are exuberating in their discovery of a human" ], [ "Vegetation can only be harvested inside glass domes", "North America is an expansive desert continent", "Cities are gone and species have moved underground", "The Atlantic Ocean has disappeared" ], [ "Brain transplantation", "Brain examination", "Brain manipulation", "Brain protection" ] ]

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[ [ "Ned felt better immediately,\n for there was real hope now,\n where there had been none before.\n Maybe he'd be back in his", "Ned's dark hair was wildly\n awry. His gaunt, young face\n held befuddled terror. He gasped", "shock of vast change\n around him. Though it had been\n dehydrated, his brain had been\n kept perfectly intact through the\n ages, and now it was restored.", "into alkaline depths ... it was\n death. But Ned Vince lived\n again—a million years later!\n\"See\n you in half an hour,", "All this weirdness had a violent\n effect on Ned Vince—a sudden,\n nostalgic panic. Something\n was fearfully wrong!", "Ned Vince was still dimly conscious\n when that black, quiet\n pool geysered around him in a\n mighty splash. He had only a\n dazing welt on his forehead, and\n a gag of terror in his throat.", "things, couldn't quite realize all\n the vast things that had happened\n to himself, and to the\n world. The scope of it all was too\n staggeringly big. One million", "heard might be some kind of\n nightmare. But then it might all\n be real instead, and that was\n abysmal horror. Ned was no\n coward—death and danger of", "\"Why, Ned,\" she chuckled.\n \"You look as though you've been\n dreaming, and just woke up!\"", "heavy, natronous liquid rushed\n up through the openings and\n cracks beneath his feet, Ned\n Vince knew that his friends and\n his family would never see his", "Dazzled, and befuddled by his\n own rash speed, Ned Vince had\n only swift young reflexes to rely", "For Ned Vince, timeless eternity\n ended like a gradual fading\n mist. When he could see clearly\n again, he experienced that inevitable", "The nervous terror of the unknown\n was on him. Feeble and\n dizzy after his weird resurrection,\n which he could not understand,", "It was all sound logic. Even\n Ned Vince knew that. Still, his\n mind, tuned to ordinary, simple", "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "But Ned Vince wasn't listening,\n now. \"You are the only\n man left on Earth.\" That had", "shrill, parrot-like, and mechanical.\n Ned's gaze searched for the\n source of the voice—located the\n black box just outside of his", "in his hell-world, lost beyond\n the barrier of the years....\nLoy Chuk and his followers\n presently came upon Ned Vince's\n unconscious form, a mile from", "To Ned Vince, it was all utterly\n insane and incomprehensible.\n A rodent, looking like a prairie dog,", "With infinite care—small,\n sharp hand-tools were used, now—the\n mummy of Ned Vince was\n disengaged from the worthless" ], [ "Ned Vince was still dimly conscious\n when that black, quiet\n pool geysered around him in a\n mighty splash. He had only a\n dazing welt on his forehead, and\n a gag of terror in his throat.", "Ned felt better immediately,\n for there was real hope now,\n where there had been none before.\n Maybe he'd be back in his", "Ned could scarcely have chosen\n a worse place to start sliding and\n spinning. His car hit the white-painted\n wooden rail sideways,\n crashed through, tumbled down", "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "Ned's dark hair was wildly\n awry. His gaunt, young face\n held befuddled terror. He gasped", "For Ned Vince, timeless eternity\n ended like a gradual fading\n mist. When he could see clearly\n again, he experienced that inevitable", "heavy, natronous liquid rushed\n up through the openings and\n cracks beneath his feet, Ned\n Vince knew that his friends and\n his family would never see his", "Dazzled, and befuddled by his\n own rash speed, Ned Vince had\n only swift young reflexes to rely", "The car was deeply submerged.\n The light had blinked out on the\n dash-panel, leaving Ned in absolute\n darkness. A flood rushed", "All this weirdness had a violent\n effect on Ned Vince—a sudden,\n nostalgic panic. Something\n was fearfully wrong!", "Ned Vince made a last effort\n to control himself. His knuckles\n tightened on the edge of the vat.", "\"Why, Ned,\" she chuckled.\n \"You look as though you've been\n dreaming, and just woke up!\"", "The ripples that had ruffled\n the surface waters in the Pit,\n quieted again to glassy smoothness.\n The eternal stars shone", "heard might be some kind of\n nightmare. But then it might all\n be real instead, and that was\n abysmal horror. Ned was no\n coward—death and danger of", "shrill, parrot-like, and mechanical.\n Ned's gaze searched for the\n source of the voice—located the\n black box just outside of his", "It was all sound logic. Even\n Ned Vince knew that. Still, his\n mind, tuned to ordinary, simple", "remembering as he did\n that moment of sinking to certain\n death in the pool at Pit\n Bend, he caught the edge of the\n transparent vat, and pulled himself", "in his own language, flashed\n on a frosted crystal plate before\n him. Thus he knew what Ned\n Vince was saying.", "Ned Vince's mind, over which\n there was still an elusive fog that\n he did not try to shake off, accepted\n apparent facts simply.", "couldn't fight against the force\n of that incoming water. The\n welt, left by the blow he had received\n on his forehead, put a\n thickening mist over his brain," ], [ "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "Ned Vince made a last effort\n to control himself. His knuckles\n tightened on the edge of the vat.", "Ned Vince was still dimly conscious\n when that black, quiet\n pool geysered around him in a\n mighty splash. He had only a\n dazing welt on his forehead, and\n a gag of terror in his throat.", "For Ned Vince, timeless eternity\n ended like a gradual fading\n mist. When he could see clearly\n again, he experienced that inevitable", "All this weirdness had a violent\n effect on Ned Vince—a sudden,\n nostalgic panic. Something\n was fearfully wrong!", "But Ned Vince wasn't listening,\n now. \"You are the only\n man left on Earth.\" That had", "\"Well, I guess it's all true,\n huh?\" Ned Vince muttered in a\n flat tone.", "Ned Vince's mind, over which\n there was still an elusive fog that\n he did not try to shake off, accepted\n apparent facts simply.", "Dazzled, and befuddled by his\n own rash speed, Ned Vince had\n only swift young reflexes to rely", "It was all sound logic. Even\n Ned Vince knew that. Still, his\n mind, tuned to ordinary, simple", "With infinite care—small,\n sharp hand-tools were used, now—the\n mummy of Ned Vince was\n disengaged from the worthless", "in his own language, flashed\n on a frosted crystal plate before\n him. Thus he knew what Ned\n Vince was saying.", "\"Take it easy, Ned Vince....\"", "heavy, natronous liquid rushed\n up through the openings and\n cracks beneath his feet, Ned\n Vince knew that his friends and\n his family would never see his", "To Ned Vince, it was all utterly\n insane and incomprehensible.\n A rodent, looking like a prairie dog,", "\"Hey, somebody!\" he called.\n\n\n \"You'd better get some rest,\n Ned Vince,\" came the answer\n from the black box. It was Loy\n Chuk speaking again.", "Ned felt better immediately,\n for there was real hope now,\n where there had been none before.\n Maybe he'd be back in his", "in his hell-world, lost beyond\n the barrier of the years....\nLoy Chuk and his followers\n presently came upon Ned Vince's\n unconscious form, a mile from", "Ned Vince was eager for the\n company of the girl he loved.\n That was why he was in a hurry\n to get to the neighboring town", "heard might be some kind of\n nightmare. But then it might all\n be real instead, and that was\n abysmal horror. Ned was no\n coward—death and danger of" ], [ "but the ancestral stock\n that had built the first\n machines on Earth, and in the\n early Twenty-first Century, the\n first interplanetary rockets. No", "ages, war, decadence, disease,\n and a final scattering of those\n ultimate superhumans to newer\n worlds in other solar systems,\n had done that.", "exist in other star systems are\n not really your kind anymore,\n though their forefathers originated\n on this planet. They have\n gone far beyond you in evolution.", "Twentieth Century.", "countless little eyes. Yes, he\n might as well be an exile on another\n planet—so changed had the\n Earth become.", "plans. The government of Kar-Rah\n was a scientific oligarchy,\n of which Loy was a prime member.\n It would be easy to get the\n help he needed.", "\"But listen!\" Ned protested.\n \"You know a lot more than we\n did in the Twentieth Century.", "the last space ships built by the\n gods in exodus, perhaps it was—half\n a million years ago. Man\n was gone from the Earth. Glacial", "Loy Chuk was a scientist. In\n common with all real scientists,\n regardless of the species from\n which they spring, he loved the", "any ordinary Earthly kind, he\n could have faced bravely. But the\n loneliness here, and the utter\n strangeness, were hideous like", "To them you would be only a\n senseless curiosity. You are\n much better off with my people—our\n minds are much more like\n yours. We will take care of you,", "of time, of survival of the fittest,\n of evolution. He could think and\n dream and invent, and the civilization\n of his kind was already\n far beyond that of the ancient", "to a sitting posture. There\n was a muffled murmur around\n him, as of some vast, un-Earthly\n metropolis.", "Flashing flame, the latter\n arose, bearing the entire hundred\n members of the expedition.\n The craft shot eastward at bullet-like", "bulk. The constellations\n were unrecognizable. The rodent\n city was a glowing expanse of\n shallow, crystalline domes, set", "It was all built inside a great,\n opaque dome. But there were\n hidden television systems, too.\n Thus Loy Chuk's kind could\n study this ancient man—this\n Kaalleee. Thus, their motives\n were mostly selfish.", "Man, it seemed, had a successor,\n as ruler of the Earth.", "Loy Chuk pressed more keys.\n \"But you can't go back to the\n Twentieth Century,\" said the", "maze of low, bubble-like structures,\n glinting in the red sunshine.\n But this was only its surface\n aspect. Loy Chuk's people", "box. \"Nor is there any better\n place for you to be now, than\n Kar-Rah. You are the only man\n left on Earth. Those men that" ], [ "box. \"Nor is there any better\n place for you to be now, than\n Kar-Rah. You are the only man\n left on Earth. Those men that", "the city of Kar-Rah. In a flying\n machine they took him back, and\n applied stimulants. He came to,\n in the same laboratory room as", "plans. The government of Kar-Rah\n was a scientific oligarchy,\n of which Loy was a prime member.\n It would be easy to get the\n help he needed.", "Loy Chuk was a scientist. In\n common with all real scientists,\n regardless of the species from\n which they spring, he loved the", "It was all built inside a great,\n opaque dome. But there were\n hidden television systems, too.\n Thus Loy Chuk's kind could\n study this ancient man—this\n Kaalleee. Thus, their motives\n were mostly selfish.", "Far out in a deep valley, Kar-Rah,\n the city of the rodents,\n came into view—a crystalline", "ages, war, decadence, disease,\n and a final scattering of those\n ultimate superhumans to newer\n worlds in other solar systems,\n had done that.", "in the museums of Kar-Rah!", "but the ancestral stock\n that had built the first\n machines on Earth, and in the\n early Twenty-first Century, the\n first interplanetary rockets. No", "exist in other star systems are\n not really your kind anymore,\n though their forefathers originated\n on this planet. They have\n gone far beyond you in evolution.", "To them you would be only a\n senseless curiosity. You are\n much better off with my people—our\n minds are much more like\n yours. We will take care of you,", "Loy Chuk had flown his geological\n expedition out from the\n far lowlands to the east, out\n from the city of Kar-Rah. And\n he was very happy now—flushed\n with a vast and unlooked-for\n success.", "of time, of survival of the fittest,\n of evolution. He could think and\n dream and invent, and the civilization\n of his kind was already\n far beyond that of the ancient", "not a mere fossil. It was a\n mummy.\n\"Kaalleee!\" Man, that meant.\n Not the star-conquering demi-gods,", "Twentieth Century.", "\"Kaalleee!... Tik, tik, tik!...\"\n The sounds were not human.\n They were more like the chatter\n and wail of small desert animals.", "any ordinary Earthly kind, he\n could have faced bravely. But the\n loneliness here, and the utter\n strangeness, were hideous like", "hadn't yet tarred the traffic-loosened\n gravel at the Bend.\nAn incredible science, millions of years old, lay in the minds of these creatures.", "sciences were far advanced\n among Loy Chuk's kind.\n Perhaps, by the application of\n principles long known to them,\n this long-dead body could be", "\"But listen!\" Ned protested.\n \"You know a lot more than we\n did in the Twentieth Century." ], [ "Twentieth Century.", "subjects of his researches. He\n wanted this ancient man to live\n and to be happy. Or this creature\n would be of scant value for\n study.", "Loy Chuk was a scientist. In\n common with all real scientists,\n regardless of the species from\n which they spring, he loved the", "sciences were far advanced\n among Loy Chuk's kind.\n Perhaps, by the application of\n principles long known to them,\n this long-dead body could be", "\"But listen!\" Ned protested.\n \"You know a lot more than we\n did in the Twentieth Century.", "\"Speaking to me. One million\n years. Evolution. The scientists\n say that people grew up from\n fishes in the sea. Prairie dogs", "made to live again! It might\n move, speak, remember its past!\n What a marvelous subject for\n study it would make, back there", "stance of his kind. His tail\n was short and furred, his undersides\n creamy. White whiskers\n spread around his inquisitive,\n pink-tipped snout.", "hadn't yet tarred the traffic-loosened\n gravel at the Bend.\nAn incredible science, millions of years old, lay in the minds of these creatures.", "and the black box apparatus. He\n did not know that in the latter,\n his language, taken from his\n own revitalized mind, was recorded,", "passing between complicated\n electrodes. The cells of antique\n flesh and brain gradually took on\n a chemical composition nearer to\n that of the life that they had", "of time, of survival of the fittest,\n of evolution. He could think and\n dream and invent, and the civilization\n of his kind was already\n far beyond that of the ancient", "that pair of brain-helmets again,\n exploring carefully the man's\n mind. After hours of research,\n he proceeded to prepare his", "but the ancestral stock\n that had built the first\n machines on Earth, and in the\n early Twenty-first Century, the\n first interplanetary rockets. No", "long, brown fur. He wasn't very\n different in appearance from his\n ancestors. A foot tall, perhaps,\n as he squatted there in that antique", "within, through the agency of\n focused X-rays, he saw magnified\n images of the internal organs\n of this ancient human\n corpse.", "yourself, here. It will be hard to\n accomplish, but we'll try. Now\n I shall put you under an anesthetic....\"", "To them you would be only a\n senseless curiosity. You are\n much better off with my people—our\n minds are much more like\n yours. We will take care of you,", "could barely have stood erect. He\n saw instruments and equipment\n whose weird shapes suggested\n alienness, and knowledge beyond\n the era he had known! The walls", "the alkali that had preserved it\n for so long. The fluid was\n changed often, until woody muscles\n and other tissues became\n pliable once more." ], [ "into alkaline depths ... it was\n death. But Ned Vince lived\n again—a million years later!\n\"See\n you in half an hour,", "Ned felt better immediately,\n for there was real hope now,\n where there had been none before.\n Maybe he'd be back in his", "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "Ned could scarcely have chosen\n a worse place to start sliding and\n spinning. His car hit the white-painted\n wooden rail sideways,\n crashed through, tumbled down", "For Ned Vince, timeless eternity\n ended like a gradual fading\n mist. When he could see clearly\n again, he experienced that inevitable", "But Ned Vince wasn't listening,\n now. \"You are the only\n man left on Earth.\" That had", "Ned Vince was still dimly conscious\n when that black, quiet\n pool geysered around him in a\n mighty splash. He had only a\n dazing welt on his forehead, and\n a gag of terror in his throat.", "Dazzled, and befuddled by his\n own rash speed, Ned Vince had\n only swift young reflexes to rely", "Ned's dark hair was wildly\n awry. His gaunt, young face\n held befuddled terror. He gasped", "in his own language, flashed\n on a frosted crystal plate before\n him. Thus he knew what Ned\n Vince was saying.", "It was all sound logic. Even\n Ned Vince knew that. Still, his\n mind, tuned to ordinary, simple", "With infinite care—small,\n sharp hand-tools were used, now—the\n mummy of Ned Vince was\n disengaged from the worthless", "shock of vast change\n around him. Though it had been\n dehydrated, his brain had been\n kept perfectly intact through the\n ages, and now it was restored.", "So Loy considered carefully\n what Ned Vince had suggested.\n Time-travel. Almost a legend. An\n assault upon an intangible wall", "in his hell-world, lost beyond\n the barrier of the years....\nLoy Chuk and his followers\n presently came upon Ned Vince's\n unconscious form, a mile from", "heard might be some kind of\n nightmare. But then it might all\n be real instead, and that was\n abysmal horror. Ned was no\n coward—death and danger of", "Ned Vince did not know how\n Loy Chuk had probed his brain,\n with the aid of a pair of helmets,", "The car was deeply submerged.\n The light had blinked out on the\n dash-panel, leaving Ned in absolute\n darkness. A flood rushed", "of time, of survival of the fittest,\n of evolution. He could think and\n dream and invent, and the civilization\n of his kind was already\n far beyond that of the ancient", "Ned Vince's mind, over which\n there was still an elusive fog that\n he did not try to shake off, accepted\n apparent facts simply." ], [ "\"Kaalleee!... Tik, tik, tik!...\"\n The sounds were not human.\n They were more like the chatter\n and wail of small desert animals.", "\"Kaalleee!... Tik, tik,\n tik!...\"", "Death, and the Father of\n Change, seemed to wait....\n\"Kaalleee! Tik!... Tik, tik,\n tik!... Kaalleee!...\"", "\"Tik, tik, tik!...\"", "the city of Kar-Rah. In a flying\n machine they took him back, and\n applied stimulants. He came to,\n in the same laboratory room as", "box. \"Nor is there any better\n place for you to be now, than\n Kar-Rah. You are the only man\n left on Earth. Those men that", "not a mere fossil. It was a\n mummy.\n\"Kaalleee!\" Man, that meant.\n Not the star-conquering demi-gods,", "At first there was only one\n voice uttering those weird, triumphant\n sounds. Then other\n vocal organs took up that trilling", "It was all built inside a great,\n opaque dome. But there were\n hidden television systems, too.\n Thus Loy Chuk's kind could\n study this ancient man—this\n Kaalleee. Thus, their motives\n were mostly selfish.", "Far out in a deep valley, Kar-Rah,\n the city of the rodents,\n came into view—a crystalline", "Behind him he heard an excited,\n squeaky chattering. Rodents\n in pursuit. Looking back,\n he saw the pinpoint gleams of", "shrill, parrot-like, and mechanical.\n Ned's gaze searched for the\n source of the voice—located the\n black box just outside of his", "At last Loy Chuk gave a soft,\n chirping signal. The chant of\n triumph ended, while instruments\n flicked in his tiny hands.", "\"The Kaalleee believes himself\n home,\" Loy was thinking. \"He\n will survive and be happy. But", "His heart was pounding heavily,\n and his eyes were wide. He\n looked across this eerie room.\n There was a ramp there at the", "Flashing flame, the latter\n arose, bearing the entire hundred\n members of the expedition.\n The craft shot eastward at bullet-like", "in the thin atmosphere. \"I've\n gone nuts,\" he pronounced with\n a curious calm. \"Stark—starin'—nuts....\"\nLoy's box, with its recorded", "on his hands and knees, for the\n up-slanting passage was low. Excited\n animal chucklings around\n him, and the occasional touch of", "plans. The government of Kar-Rah\n was a scientific oligarchy,\n of which Loy was a prime member.\n It would be easy to get the\n help he needed.", "himself, possessed him. He\n bounded out of the vat, and\n with head down, dashed for the\n ramp.\nHe had to go most of the way" ], [ "box. \"Nor is there any better\n place for you to be now, than\n Kar-Rah. You are the only man\n left on Earth. Those men that", "Loy Chuk had flown his geological\n expedition out from the\n far lowlands to the east, out\n from the city of Kar-Rah. And\n he was very happy now—flushed\n with a vast and unlooked-for\n success.", "plans. The government of Kar-Rah\n was a scientific oligarchy,\n of which Loy was a prime member.\n It would be easy to get the\n help he needed.", "the city of Kar-Rah. In a flying\n machine they took him back, and\n applied stimulants. He came to,\n in the same laboratory room as", "Far out in a deep valley, Kar-Rah,\n the city of the rodents,\n came into view—a crystalline", "ages, war, decadence, disease,\n and a final scattering of those\n ultimate superhumans to newer\n worlds in other solar systems,\n had done that.", "countless little eyes. Yes, he\n might as well be an exile on another\n planet—so changed had the\n Earth become.", "ages of erosion.\nAt a mile distance, a crumbling\n heap of rubble arose. Once\n it had been a building. A gigantic,", "but the ancestral stock\n that had built the first\n machines on Earth, and in the\n early Twenty-first Century, the\n first interplanetary rockets. No", "Twentieth Century.", "puffs of dust from grotesque,\n angling drifts of soil, nearly\n waterless for eons. Patches of\n drab lichen grew here and there", "any ordinary Earthly kind, he\n could have faced bravely. But the\n loneliness here, and the utter\n strangeness, were hideous like", "maze of low, bubble-like structures,\n glinting in the red sunshine.\n But this was only its surface\n aspect. Loy Chuk's people", "the last space ships built by the\n gods in exodus, perhaps it was—half\n a million years ago. Man\n was gone from the Earth. Glacial", "gulch, water-scarred from an inconceivable\n antiquity. The noon-day\n Sun was red and huge. The\n air was tenuous, dehydrated,", "in the museums of Kar-Rah!", "on the up-jutting rocks, but in\n the desert itself, no other life\n was visible. Even the hills had\n sagged away, flattened by incalculable", "aided probably during most of\n those passing eras by desert dryness.\n The Dakotas had turned\n arid very swiftly. This body was", "hadn't yet tarred the traffic-loosened\n gravel at the Bend.\nAn incredible science, millions of years old, lay in the minds of these creatures.", "exist in other star systems are\n not really your kind anymore,\n though their forefathers originated\n on this planet. They have\n gone far beyond you in evolution." ], [ "a pale, silent figure in its tatters\n of clothing. Loy Chuk put an odd,\n metal-fabric helmet on its head,\n and a second, much smaller helmet", "Ned Vince did not know how\n Loy Chuk had probed his brain,\n with the aid of a pair of helmets,", "and that Loy Chuk had\n only to press certain buttons to\n make the instrument express his\n thoughts in common, long-dead\n English. Loy, whose vocal organs", "and the black box apparatus. He\n did not know that in the latter,\n his language, taken from his\n own revitalized mind, was recorded,", "in the thin atmosphere. \"I've\n gone nuts,\" he pronounced with\n a curious calm. \"Stark—starin'—nuts....\"\nLoy's box, with its recorded", "that pair of brain-helmets again,\n exploring carefully the man's\n mind. After hours of research,\n he proceeded to prepare his", "English words and its sonic detectors,\n could translate for its\n master, too. As the man spoke,\n Loy read the illuminated symbols", "It was all built inside a great,\n opaque dome. But there were\n hidden television systems, too.\n Thus Loy Chuk's kind could\n study this ancient man—this\n Kaalleee. Thus, their motives\n were mostly selfish.", "your body. I brought you\n back to life. We have science\n that can do that. I'm Loy\n Chuk....\"\nIt took only a moment for the", "on his own. Connected with\n this arrangement, was a black\n box of many uses. For hours he\n worked with his apparatus,\n studying, and guiding the recording", "that had baffled far keener wits\n than Loy's. But he was bent,\n now, on the well-being of this\n anachronism he had so miraculously", "box to tell the full story in clear,\n bold, friendly terms. Thus Loy\n sought, with calm, human logic,\n to make his charge feel at home.", "passing between complicated\n electrodes. The cells of antique\n flesh and brain gradually took on\n a chemical composition nearer to\n that of the life that they had", "Loy Chuk was a scientist. In\n common with all real scientists,\n regardless of the species from\n which they spring, he loved the", "sharp and burnished. The flat,\n streamlined bulk of a flying machine,\n shiny and new. The bell-like\n muzzle of a strange excavator-apparatus,", "yourself, here. It will be hard to\n accomplish, but we'll try. Now\n I shall put you under an anesthetic....\"", "been enough for him to hear. He\n didn't more than half believe it.\n His mind was too confused for\n conviction about anything. Everything\n he saw and felt and", "As soon as Ned Vince passed\n into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk\n went to work once more, using", "a little; but plainly possessing\n a high order of intelligence.\n And a voice whose soothingly\n familiar words were more repugnant\n somehow, simply because", "was of the same origin—a miraculous\n fabrication of metal\n and energy-units and soft plastic.\n The trees outside were only\n lantern-slide illusions." ] ]

[ "What is the significance of the story's title?", "Which is the best description of the relationship between Linton and Howell?", "What is the significance of Rogers Snead?", "What likely happens to Linton at the end of the story?", "Which is the best description of Linton?", "Which of these best describes the doctor that Linton meets at the end?", "Which best describes the role of the Mafia in this story?", "How does this society view resurrection?", "Which of these is not a likely consequence of the end of the story?" ]

[ [ "It hints at the extra costs for less natural things", "It marks the setting for the story", "It hints at Linton's constant desire for sweet things", "It shows Linton's goal for the story" ], [ "They are business partners trying to find a way to bring back someone they knew", "Howell is trying to be supportive but is exhausted by Linton's insistence", "They are new friends figuring out their rapport, so Howell wants to help however he can", "Howell is only meeting with Linton out of a feeling of obligation and doesn't care for him much" ], [ "His sighting gives LInton an idea of how to see his wife", "He serves as proof that Linton is seeing things, and needs professional help", "Snead is a reminder of a previous stage of Linton's life", "Linton knows that Snead could take him where he needs to go" ], [ "He and his wife live happily, both as cybernetic creatures", "He repeats a cycle of having his money taken from him from doctors", "He goes to rehab and then moves on with his life", "He will never leave the asylym because he needs too much help" ], [ "He is a heartbroken man wanting to find new goals for his life", "He is trying to recover from his past in the Mafia and wants to find legal ways to accomplish his goals", "He is a gullible person determined to follow his instinct", "He is a risk-taker who prefers to experience the more illegal things society has to offer" ], [ "Generous in that he is willing to help Linton with this problem that involves illegal work on his part", "Greedy in that he manipulates vulnerable people to take money from them", "Love-stricken, wanting to help people in similar situations", "Cunning in his cutting-edge technology he is developing" ], [ "Their involvement shows public perception on the procedure that Linton pays for", "They are the ones responsible for the technology that Linton pays for", "They were Linton's previous employers and the source of the money he uses to pay for the operation", "They show how violence-stricken the society is" ], [ "There are many people who pretend to do it but nobody who does", "There is a big push to make it legal", "It is looked down upon so nobody does it", "It only happens for those with questionable morals and a lot of money" ], [ "Howell will be hesitant to help Linton again", "The doctor continues taking advantage of people", "Linton goes through treatment, eventually repeating the same events", "Greta finds her own way to establish herself and find the money she wants" ] ]

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[ [ "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "Linton understood immediately. He felt foolish, humiliated. All that\n money! He had resurrected a gold ring that had turned his knuckles\n green. No one must ever know.", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "The pain stung him to sleep—a pain in his neck like a needle that left\n a hole big enough for a camel to pass through and big enough for him to", "\"Darling, resurrection is a risky business and an expensive one. You\n have to pay premium prices for strawberries in February. I no longer\n have the money to pay for a resurrection of Johnny.\"", "I've got to hurry too, Linton thought. It's Resurrection Day!\nThe doctor fluttered his hands and chirped about the office. \"Well,\n well, Mr. Linton, we understand you've been causing disturbances.\"", "She accepted the verdict. She pulled away and touched at her hair. It\n was the same hair, black as evil, contrasting with her inner purity. Of", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "But it didn't matter. Not a bit.\n\n\n She had thought she was his wife, sharing her viewpoint down to the\n finest detail, and he had thought she was his wife.", "\"I can't remember,\" she said. \"I can't really remember anything. Not\n really. My memories are ghosts....\"", "Howell climbed to his feet hurriedly. \"I take you out to dinner to\n console you over the loss of your wife a half a year ago, and to make", "\"Infallible risk, yes,\" Linton murmured. \"Could you go to work right\n away?\"\n\n\n \"First, I must follow an ancient medical practice. I must bleed you.\"", "\"Of course,\" Greta said. She sighed. \"Poor Johnny. He was such a good\n friend of yours. You must miss him. I'm so sorry for you.\"\n\n\n \"I have you,\" he said with great simplicity.", "\"It sounds carnal,\" he said uneasily.\n\n\n \"No, dear, it's perfect for some things that have to be done.\"", "\"Size has nothing to do with it.\"\n\n\n \"No, my wife has been dead a long time. Months.\"", "follow the camel in his turn.\nHe opened his eyes to the doctor's spotless, well-ordered office. The\n doctor looked down at him consolingly. \"You'll have to go back, Mr.", "Brain damage, he concluded nervously. Cell deterioration.\nGreta raised it again and he caught her wrists high over her head. She", "\"All that's ended now,\" the doctor assured him. \"Now we must go dig up\n the corpse. The female corpse, eh?\"\n\n\n Resurrection Day!", "Her fine black brows made Gothic arches. \"Yes? What about Johnny?\"\n\n\n \"It was a terrible accident right after—that is, about five months\n ago. He was killed.\"", "He knew, of course, that Howell did not mean that. Howell meant that\n some people had a system of making it appear that a person had died\n in order to gain some illegal advantage. But by saying something so" ], [ "Howell breathed in deeply and sucked back Linton's attention. \"Now\n you've probably got old Snead into trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Snead's dead,\" Linton said.", "Linton said, describing the scene over Howell's shoulder. \"If that's\n Snead's brother, I might catch him to pay my respects.\"", "\"Sh-h,\" Howell said uneasily. \"This is a public place.\"\n\n\n \"I don't understand,\" Linton said helplessly.", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "Linton remembered. Howell had to know that he would remember. What\n were they trying to pull on him? \"The man who isn't Snead is leaving,\"", "\"But it's wonderful,\" Linton said, thinking his immediate thoughts.\n \"Wonderful! Why should a thing like that be illegal? Why don't I know\n about it?\"", "\"Neither did I,\" Linton said hastily. \"I invested in shifty stocks,\n faltering bonds, and while I was away they sank to rock bottom.\"\n\n\n \"Then—\"", "\"Do you\nreally\nthink so, Doctor?\" Linton asked hopefully.", "Howell climbed to his feet hurriedly. \"I take you out to dinner to\n console you over the loss of your wife a half a year ago, and to make", "Linton's fingers imprinted the linen. \"Damn you, Howell, you tell me!\"", "Howell, the man across the table from him, looked embarrassed without\n looking. \"Not at all. Somebody who looks like him. Twin brother. You\n know how it is. Snead's dead, don't you remember?\"", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "\"I was only trying to find out something,\" Linton maintained. \"They\n could have told me. Everybody seems to know but me.\"", "A thick-bodied man at the next table leaned his groaning chair back\n intimately against Linton's own chair.\n\n\n \"That fellow who just left looked like a friend of yours, huh?\" the\n thick man said.", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "\"An invention? I guess that's how it is,\" Howell agreed. \"I don't know\n much about people like that. I'm an honest businessman.\"", "He knew, of course, that Howell did not mean that. Howell meant that\n some people had a system of making it appear that a person had died\n in order to gain some illegal advantage. But by saying something so", "\"Now, now,\" Linton said, \"we mustn't get excited. You've been through a\n trial.\"", "\"Come, come,\" the doctor chided. \"You started riots in two places,\n attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very\n disturbing.\"", "Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife,\n or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on" ], [ "\"Isn't that Rogers Snead at that table?\" he heard himself say stupidly.", "\"Who? Oh, the man who looked like Snead, you mean.\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Linton said.", "Howell, the man across the table from him, looked embarrassed without\n looking. \"Not at all. Somebody who looks like him. Twin brother. You\n know how it is. Snead's dead, don't you remember?\"", "Linton remembered. Howell had to know that he would remember. What\n were they trying to pull on him? \"The man who isn't Snead is leaving,\"", "\"I wouldn't. Probably no relation to Snead at all. Somebody who looks\n like him.\"\n\n\n \"He's practically running,\" Linton said. \"He almost ran out of the\n restaurant.\"", "\"No,\" Howell said, \"I wouldn't do that.\"\n\n\n \"Snead came to Greta's funeral. It's the least I could do.\"", "Howell breathed in deeply and sucked back Linton's attention. \"Now\n you've probably got old Snead into trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Snead's dead,\" Linton said.", "Linton said, describing the scene over Howell's shoulder. \"If that's\n Snead's brother, I might catch him to pay my respects.\"", "He knew, of course, that Howell did not mean that. Howell meant that\n some people had a system of making it appear that a person had died\n in order to gain some illegal advantage. But by saying something so", "A thick-bodied man at the next table leaned his groaning chair back\n intimately against Linton's own chair.\n\n\n \"That fellow who just left looked like a friend of yours, huh?\" the\n thick man said.", "consider. The undertakers have a lobby. I've heard they got spies right\n in the White House, ready to assassinate if they have to. Death is\n their whole life. You got to realize that.\"", "\"Well, that's what you paid him to do, wasn't it? Did you think a\n policeman would just steal your money? Cynics—all you young people are\n cynics.\"", "\"An invention? I guess that's how it is,\" Howell agreed. \"I don't know\n much about people like that. I'm an honest businessman.\"", "\"Killed?\" Greta repeated blankly. \"Johnny Gorman was killed?\"\n\n\n \"Traffic accident. Killed instantly.\"", "\"Of course,\" Greta said. She sighed. \"Poor Johnny. He was such a good\n friend of yours. You must miss him. I'm so sorry for you.\"\n\n\n \"I have you,\" he said with great simplicity.", "Linton understood immediately. He felt foolish, humiliated. All that\n money! He had resurrected a gold ring that had turned his knuckles\n green. No one must ever know.", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"", "Her fine black brows made Gothic arches. \"Yes? What about Johnny?\"\n\n\n \"It was a terrible accident right after—that is, about five months\n ago. He was killed.\"", "I've got to hurry too, Linton thought. It's Resurrection Day!\nThe doctor fluttered his hands and chirped about the office. \"Well,\n well, Mr. Linton, we understand you've been causing disturbances.\"" ], [ "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "\"Neither did I,\" Linton said hastily. \"I invested in shifty stocks,\n faltering bonds, and while I was away they sank to rock bottom.\"\n\n\n \"Then—\"", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "\"Do you\nreally\nthink so, Doctor?\" Linton asked hopefully.", "\"Now, now,\" Linton said, \"we mustn't get excited. You've been through a\n trial.\"", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "to obtain. The doctor had taken the body and Linton's fortune and fed\n them both into the maw of his calculators, and by means of the secret,", "\"I was only trying to find out something,\" Linton maintained. \"They\n could have told me. Everybody seems to know but me.\"", "\"Come, come,\" the doctor chided. \"You started riots in two places,\n attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very\n disturbing.\"", "\"But it's wonderful,\" Linton said, thinking his immediate thoughts.\n \"Wonderful! Why should a thing like that be illegal? Why don't I know\n about it?\"", "Howell breathed in deeply and sucked back Linton's attention. \"Now\n you've probably got old Snead into trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Snead's dead,\" Linton said.", "\"No,\" Linton said. \"I'm sold out. I've borrowed on my insurance to the\n hilt. It won't pay any more until I'm buried, and then, of course, you\n can resurrect me.\"", "\"I see,\" Linton said.", "Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife,\n or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "\"Couldn't have been him, though,\" Linton answered automatically. \"My\n friend's dead.\"", "\"Infallible risk, yes,\" Linton murmured. \"Could you go to work right\n away?\"\n\n\n \"First, I must follow an ancient medical practice. I must bleed you.\"", "Linton grasped the situation immediately. \"You mean you want money. You\n realize I've just got out of an institution....\"", "I've got to hurry too, Linton thought. It's Resurrection Day!\nThe doctor fluttered his hands and chirped about the office. \"Well,\n well, Mr. Linton, we understand you've been causing disturbances.\"", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"" ], [ "\"Neither did I,\" Linton said hastily. \"I invested in shifty stocks,\n faltering bonds, and while I was away they sank to rock bottom.\"\n\n\n \"Then—\"", "\"But it's wonderful,\" Linton said, thinking his immediate thoughts.\n \"Wonderful! Why should a thing like that be illegal? Why don't I know\n about it?\"", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "\"Do you\nreally\nthink so, Doctor?\" Linton asked hopefully.", "\"Now, now,\" Linton said, \"we mustn't get excited. You've been through a\n trial.\"", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "\"Come, come,\" the doctor chided. \"You started riots in two places,\n attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very\n disturbing.\"", "\"I see,\" Linton said.", "\"I was only trying to find out something,\" Linton maintained. \"They\n could have told me. Everybody seems to know but me.\"", "\"Doctor,\" Linton whispered, \"my mind is singing with battalions of\n choirs. I hope that doesn't sound irreverent to you.\"", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "to obtain. The doctor had taken the body and Linton's fortune and fed\n them both into the maw of his calculators, and by means of the secret,", "A thick-bodied man at the next table leaned his groaning chair back\n intimately against Linton's own chair.\n\n\n \"That fellow who just left looked like a friend of yours, huh?\" the\n thick man said.", "\"Sh-h,\" Howell said uneasily. \"This is a public place.\"\n\n\n \"I don't understand,\" Linton said helplessly.", "Howell breathed in deeply and sucked back Linton's attention. \"Now\n you've probably got old Snead into trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Snead's dead,\" Linton said.", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"", "\"Infallible risk, yes,\" Linton murmured. \"Could you go to work right\n away?\"\n\n\n \"First, I must follow an ancient medical practice. I must bleed you.\"", "Linton said, describing the scene over Howell's shoulder. \"If that's\n Snead's brother, I might catch him to pay my respects.\"", "\"No,\" Linton said. \"I'm sold out. I've borrowed on my insurance to the\n hilt. It won't pay any more until I'm buried, and then, of course, you\n can resurrect me.\"", "\"Couldn't have been him, though,\" Linton answered automatically. \"My\n friend's dead.\"" ], [ "\"Do you\nreally\nthink so, Doctor?\" Linton asked hopefully.", "\"Doctor,\" Linton whispered, \"my mind is singing with battalions of\n choirs. I hope that doesn't sound irreverent to you.\"", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "\"Come, come,\" the doctor chided. \"You started riots in two places,\n attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very\n disturbing.\"", "to obtain. The doctor had taken the body and Linton's fortune and fed\n them both into the maw of his calculators, and by means of the secret,", "Linton shook his head. It seemed impossible. But Greta opened the\n olive-drab slab of metal of the door to the doctor's inner-inner\n sanctum and walked out into the medicinal cold fluorescent lighting.", "Linton scooted forward on the insultingly cold metal chair and really\n looked at the doctor for the first time.\n\n\n \"Doctor, can you\nreally\nresurrect the dead?\"", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"", "I've got to hurry too, Linton thought. It's Resurrection Day!\nThe doctor fluttered his hands and chirped about the office. \"Well,\n well, Mr. Linton, we understand you've been causing disturbances.\"", "\"Infallible risk, yes,\" Linton murmured. \"Could you go to work right\n away?\"\n\n\n \"First, I must follow an ancient medical practice. I must bleed you.\"", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "\"Will you stop being cynical? Of course I can!\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, I'm beginning to believe in you,\" Linton said, \"but tell me,\n can you resurrect the\nlong\ndead?\"", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "Linton grasped the situation immediately. \"You mean you want money. You\n realize I've just got out of an institution....\"", "The doctor clucked his tongue. \"Let's not think any such thing. People\n don't know more than you do.\"\n\n\n Linton rubbed his shoulder. \"That cop knew more about Judo holds than I\n did.\"", "\"Neither did I,\" Linton said hastily. \"I invested in shifty stocks,\n faltering bonds, and while I was away they sank to rock bottom.\"\n\n\n \"Then—\"", "\"I was only trying to find out something,\" Linton maintained. \"They\n could have told me. Everybody seems to know but me.\"", "\"Now, now,\" Linton said, \"we mustn't get excited. You've been through a\n trial.\"", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife,\n or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on" ], [ "\"Who by?\" Linton asked, thinking:\nGod?\n\"The Mafia, I guess. Who knows who runs it?\"", "consider. The undertakers have a lobby. I've heard they got spies right\n in the White House, ready to assassinate if they have to. Death is\n their whole life. You got to realize that.\"", "\"Well, that's what you paid him to do, wasn't it? Did you think a\n policeman would just steal your money? Cynics—all you young people are\n cynics.\"", "He knew, of course, that Howell did not mean that. Howell meant that\n some people had a system of making it appear that a person had died\n in order to gain some illegal advantage. But by saying something so", "\"It sounds carnal,\" he said uneasily.\n\n\n \"No, dear, it's perfect for some things that have to be done.\"", "\"An invention? I guess that's how it is,\" Howell agreed. \"I don't know\n much about people like that. I'm an honest businessman.\"", "\"Killed?\" Greta repeated blankly. \"Johnny Gorman was killed?\"\n\n\n \"Traffic accident. Killed instantly.\"", "\"Frank,\" she said, \"you should see that place in there. There are\n foaming acid baths, great whale-toothed disposals, barrels of chemicals", "\"Darling, resurrection is a risky business and an expensive one. You\n have to pay premium prices for strawberries in February. I no longer\n have the money to pay for a resurrection of Johnny.\"", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"", "\"There are a lot of fakes and quacks in the resurrection business. When\n the cops find out about a place, they break in, smash all the equipment", "She accepted the verdict. She pulled away and touched at her hair. It\n was the same hair, black as evil, contrasting with her inner purity. Of", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "Linton understood immediately. He felt foolish, humiliated. All that\n money! He had resurrected a gold ring that had turned his knuckles\n green. No one must ever know.", "to obtain. The doctor had taken the body and Linton's fortune and fed\n them both into the maw of his calculators, and by means of the secret,", "Howell looked away. \"Frank, I don't have anything to do with that kind\n of people and if you're smart, you'll not either.\"", "\"All that's ended now,\" the doctor assured him. \"Now we must go dig up\n the corpse. The female corpse, eh?\"\n\n\n Resurrection Day!", "Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife,\n or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on", "writhed against him provocatively. \"Frank, I'm sorry, dear, but I have\n to have that insurance money. It's hell!\"" ], [ "\"Darling, resurrection is a risky business and an expensive one. You\n have to pay premium prices for strawberries in February. I no longer\n have the money to pay for a resurrection of Johnny.\"", "\"Look, Frank, you can't legalize a thing like resurrection,\" Howell\n said with feigned patience. \"There are strong religious convictions to", "\"All that's ended now,\" the doctor assured him. \"Now we must go dig up\n the corpse. The female corpse, eh?\"\n\n\n Resurrection Day!", "\"There are a lot of fakes and quacks in the resurrection business. When\n the cops find out about a place, they break in, smash all the equipment", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"", "\"Think of all the problems it would cause. Insurance, for one thing.\n Overpopulation. Birth control is a touchy subject. They'd have to take\n it up if everybody got resurrected when they died, wouldn't they?\"", "Yes, it seemed they had to automate and modify the bodies somewhat\n in resurrection. They couldn't chemically revive the old corpse like\n pouring water on a wilted geranium.\n\n\n Or—", "Linton scooted forward on the insultingly cold metal chair and really\n looked at the doctor for the first time.\n\n\n \"Doctor, can you\nreally\nresurrect the dead?\"", "\"Will you stop being cynical? Of course I can!\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, I'm beginning to believe in you,\" Linton said, \"but tell me,\n can you resurrect the\nlong\ndead?\"", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "\"You mean, somebody has invented a way to bring dead people back to\n life?\" Linton said.", "I've got to hurry too, Linton thought. It's Resurrection Day!\nThe doctor fluttered his hands and chirped about the office. \"Well,\n well, Mr. Linton, we understand you've been causing disturbances.\"", "\"Tell me, Howell, where could I find a resurrectionist?\"", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "\"But Johnny was your friend, your best friend. Why didn't you have him\n resurrected the same way you did me?\"", "Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife,\n or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "consider. The undertakers have a lobby. I've heard they got spies right\n in the White House, ready to assassinate if they have to. Death is\n their whole life. You got to realize that.\"", "Did they use the old bodies at all? What were all those acid baths for\n if the bodies were used? Didn't the resurrectionists just destroy the\n old corpses and make androids, synthetic creatures, to take their place?", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something." ], [ "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "\"Darling, resurrection is a risky business and an expensive one. You\n have to pay premium prices for strawberries in February. I no longer\n have the money to pay for a resurrection of Johnny.\"", "\"All that's ended now,\" the doctor assured him. \"Now we must go dig up\n the corpse. The female corpse, eh?\"\n\n\n Resurrection Day!", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "Brain damage, he concluded nervously. Cell deterioration.\nGreta raised it again and he caught her wrists high over her head. She", "Linton understood immediately. He felt foolish, humiliated. All that\n money! He had resurrected a gold ring that had turned his knuckles\n green. No one must ever know.", "She accepted the verdict. She pulled away and touched at her hair. It\n was the same hair, black as evil, contrasting with her inner purity. Of", "let him out of the asylum as cured, he still secretly believed he had\n known a genuine affection for her. But it didn't seem he knew about\n death at all.", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "\"No,\" Linton said. \"I'm sold out. I've borrowed on my insurance to the\n hilt. It won't pay any more until I'm buried, and then, of course, you\n can resurrect me.\"", "\"Neither did I,\" Linton said hastily. \"I invested in shifty stocks,\n faltering bonds, and while I was away they sank to rock bottom.\"\n\n\n \"Then—\"", "\"Of course,\" Greta said. She sighed. \"Poor Johnny. He was such a good\n friend of yours. You must miss him. I'm so sorry for you.\"\n\n\n \"I have you,\" he said with great simplicity.", "Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife,\n or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on", "But it didn't matter. Not a bit.\n\n\n She had thought she was his wife, sharing her viewpoint down to the\n finest detail, and he had thought she was his wife.", "\"When they hit rock bottom, they bounced up. If I hadn't found you, I\n would have been secure for the rest of my lonely, miserable life.\"", "\"I wouldn't. Probably no relation to Snead at all. Somebody who looks\n like him.\"\n\n\n \"He's practically running,\" Linton said. \"He almost ran out of the\n restaurant.\"", "\"Couldn't have been him, though,\" Linton answered automatically. \"My\n friend's dead.\"", "\"Months?\" The doctor snapped those weeks away with his fingers. \"It\n could be years. Centuries. It's all mathematics, my boy. I need only", "to be dead someday,' not anything sexual. You know how it is. The\n opposite of 'live' these days is 'video-taped.'\"", "\"I can't remember,\" she said. \"I can't really remember anything. Not\n really. My memories are ghosts....\"" ] ]

[ "Which best describes the relationship between Russell and Dunbar?", "Which isn't a reason why Russell didn't tell Johnson and Alvar directly that he thought Dunbar was crazy?", "Which of these is the best representation of the connection between Old Dunbar and the rest of the crew?", "Which of these is not a reason Russell killed Dunbar?", "What most likely happened to Russell after the story ended?", "Which of these was not an impact of Russell's decision to kill Dunbar?", "Which effect of Russell's decision to kill Dunbar was likely most surprising to Russell?", "What is the role of the pirate ship story that Dunbar tells?", "Which of these is not true about Dunbar?" ]

[ [ "They have similar goals but do not necessarily work well together", "They both have respect for each other but are sick of each other's company", "Neither of them likes the other, in a way that hinders group dynamics", "The appreciate each other's insight when looking for solutions but don't like to talk about personal details" ], [ "All of their communication systems are connected", "He had already given up on life", "He might have been secretly curious about the stories", "He wanted them to find out for themselves" ], [ "He tagged along when they escaped their previous situation", "They are all former members of the military on equal footing", "He led the group out of their previous lives", "He thinks he is in charge but does not call any of the shots in reality" ], [ "The time in space was driving him nuts", "He wanted it to be more quiet", "He thought it would be the only way to go the right direction", "He wanted his ration supply" ], [ "His body would be preserved in a museum", "He found somewhere to settle and managed to live out the rest of his life", "He would die once he tried to land on the planet", "He likely died floating in space" ], [ "Russell would have to travel alone", "He was able to pick the path to the correct sun", "It became quieter in general", "Arguments increased amongst the team" ], [ "The fact that nobody agreed on which sun was the correct one", "The decrease in chatter in the communication system", "The way the Dunbar died without much drama", "He sabotaged himself by ensuring his loneliness" ], [ "It proves that he knows where he's going and he had the right choice all along", "It is a fantastic story meant to keep the crew entertained while floating in space", "It points to who will rescue his body when he arrives at the planet", "It helps to clarify what is true for the reader when the aliens find his body" ], [ "He never had a chance of making it to a safe planet", "He was thankful to interact with whoever was around him", "He has committed some number of crimes", "He dreams big and always an adventure" ] ]

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[ 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 1, 1 ]

[ [ "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "\"Now quiet down, Russ,\" Dunbar said in a kind of dreadful crooning\n whisper. \"You calm down now. You younger fellows—you don't look at", "But Russell knew it and he'd admitted it from the first—that old\n Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird.", "away could see or care. Still—we might have a chance to live, even\n now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar.", "And a human was smaller still, thought Russell when he was not hating\n Dunbar. Out here, a human being is the smallest thing of all. He", "Russell suddenly shouted. \"Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?\"\n\n\n Johnson said. \"Dunbar—how long'll it take us?\"", "Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face.\n \"We're heading to the right one, boys. Don't doubt me ... I been here.", "Russell screamed at Dunbar, then quieted down. He whispered. \"Six\n months to a year—out here—cooped up in these damn suits. You're", "heard about, where the galactic space lanterns had absolutely no\n recognizable pattern. But Dunbar knew. And Russell was looking at\n Dunbar's suit up ahead, watching it more and more intently, thinking", "\"Ready, Russ?\"\n\n\n Russell couldn't say anything. He stared at the endless void which now\n he would share with no one. Not even crazy old Dunbar.", "old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't\n care.\"", "Dunbar laughed. \"Boys, boys, don't get panicky. Keep your heads. Just\n stick to old Dunbar and he'll see you through. I'm always lucky. Only", "Dunbar laughed. \"Sure, they all maybe have a touch of red, but it\n isn't the same, boys. I can tell the difference. Trust me—\"", "for Dunbar. Hell no—Dunbar had to start talking about a place they\n could go where they'd never be apprehended, in a system no one else", "Russell did it before he hardly realized he was killing the old man.\n It was something he had had to do for a long time and that made it", "about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and\n more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling\n optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and", "Dunbar's last faint cry from inside his suit still rang in Russell's\n ears, and he knew Alvar and Johnson had heard it too. Alvar and\n Johnson both called Dunbar's name a few times. There was no answer.", "Sweat ran down Russell's face. His voice trembled. \"No—that's wrong.\n You're both wrong.\" He could see himself going it alone. Going crazy", "\"No ... God no....\" Russell whispered over and over. \"None of us can\n ever make it alone....\"", "Johnson started to laugh. Russell was yelling wildly at them, and\n above his own yelling he could hear Johnson's rising laughter. \"Every" ], [ "But Russell knew it and he'd admitted it from the first—that old\n Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird.", "away could see or care. Still—we might have a chance to live, even\n now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar.", "Russell suddenly shouted. \"Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?\"\n\n\n Johnson said. \"Dunbar—how long'll it take us?\"", "Johnson started to laugh. Russell was yelling wildly at them, and\n above his own yelling he could hear Johnson's rising laughter. \"Every", "\"And none of these other three suns have worlds we could live on,\n Dunbar?\" Russell asked. Keep the old duck talking like this and maybe\n Alvar and Johnson would see that he was cracked.", "Dunbar's last faint cry from inside his suit still rang in Russell's\n ears, and he knew Alvar and Johnson had heard it too. Alvar and\n Johnson both called Dunbar's name a few times. There was no answer.", "Russell used his own life-gun and in a little while he didn't hear\n Alvar or Johnson's voices, nor could he see them. They were thousands\n of miles away, and going further all the time.", "old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't\n care.\"", "\"Russ—you shouldn't have done that,\" Johnson whispered. \"You\n shouldn't have done that to the old man!\"", "\"Maybe he was lying, maybe not,\" Johnson said. \"Now he's dead anyway.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe he was wrong, crazy, full of lies,\" Alvar said. \"But now he's\n dead.\"", "Sweat ran down Russell's face. His voice trembled. \"No—that's wrong.\n You're both wrong.\" He could see himself going it alone. Going crazy", "Russell felt the release, felt the sudden inexplicable isolation and\n aloneness even before Alvar and Johnson used their life-guns and shot\n out of sight, Johnson toward the left and Alvar back toward that other\n red-rimmed sun behind them.", "Russell did it before he hardly realized he was killing the old man.\n It was something he had had to do for a long time and that made it", "\"I did it for the three of us,\" Russell said. \"It was either him or us.\n Lies ... lies that was all he had left in his crazy head. Paradise ...", "\"Now quiet down, Russ,\" Dunbar said in a kind of dreadful crooning\n whisper. \"You calm down now. You younger fellows—you don't look at", "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "\"I always had a feeling we were going wrong,\" Johnson said. \"Anyway,\n it's forgotten, Russ. It's swallowed up in the darkness all around.\n It's never been.\"", "They might have a chance if Alvar and Johnson weren't so damn lacking\n in self-confidence as to put all their trust in that crazed old", "never been any sound or life, with old Dunbar the first in line,\n taking the lead because he was older and knew where he was and where\n he was going. Maybe Johnson, second in line, and Alvar who was third,", "about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and\n more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling\n optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and" ], [ "Dunbar, the oldest of the four, an old space-buster with a face\n wrinkled like a dried prune, burned by cosmic rays and the suns of", "never been any sound or life, with old Dunbar the first in line,\n taking the lead because he was older and knew where he was and where\n he was going. Maybe Johnson, second in line, and Alvar who was third,", "worlds so far away they were scarcely credible, had taken command.\n Suddenly, Old Dunbar had known where they were. Suddenly, Dunbar knew\n where they were going.", "Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face.\n \"We're heading to the right one, boys. Don't doubt me ... I been here.", "Dunbar laughed. \"Boys, boys, don't get panicky. Keep your heads. Just\n stick to old Dunbar and he'll see you through. I'm always lucky. Only", "old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't\n care.\"", "And old Dunbar shooting right on ahead. And all three of them\n dwindling and dwindling and blinking out like little lights.", "blood,\" old Dunbar told the space-wrecked, desperate men.\n \"Only one way to go, where we can float down through the\n clouds to Paradise. That's straight ahead to the sun with", "\"That's right, boys!\" yelled old Dunbar in that sickeningly optimistic\n voice. Like a hysterical old woman's. \"Just about in the sweet dark\n old middle.\"", "And Dunbar had spouted endlessly about a world of treasure they would\n find, if they would just follow old Dunbar. That's what all four of", "the red rim around it.\"\nBut Dunbar's eyes were old and uncertain. How could they\n believe in his choice when every star in this forsaken", "Dunbar laughed. \"Sure, they all maybe have a touch of red, but it\n isn't the same, boys. I can tell the difference. Trust me—\"", "away could see or care. Still—we might have a chance to live, even\n now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar.", "heard about, where the galactic space lanterns had absolutely no\n recognizable pattern. But Dunbar knew. And Russell was looking at\n Dunbar's suit up ahead, watching it more and more intently, thinking", "about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and\n more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling\n optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and", "Dunbar's last faint cry from inside his suit still rang in Russell's\n ears, and he knew Alvar and Johnson had heard it too. Alvar and\n Johnson both called Dunbar's name a few times. There was no answer.", "pierced Dunbar's back. Now the fire was gone, extinguished\n automatically by units inside the suit. The suit was still inflated,\n self-sealing. Nothing appeared to have changed. The four of them", "than old Dunbar will ever be, even if he keeps on getting nuttier all\n the time.", "\"Lost people ... lost ... who knows how long,\" Dunbar said, as the\n four of them hurtled along. \"You never know where you'll find people", "And a human was smaller still, thought Russell when he was not hating\n Dunbar. Out here, a human being is the smallest thing of all. He" ], [ "Russell did it before he hardly realized he was killing the old man.\n It was something he had had to do for a long time and that made it", "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "\"I did it for the three of us,\" Russell said. \"It was either him or us.\n Lies ... lies that was all he had left in his crazy head. Paradise ...", "away could see or care. Still—we might have a chance to live, even\n now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar.", "But Russell knew it and he'd admitted it from the first—that old\n Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird.", "old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't\n care.\"", "And a human was smaller still, thought Russell when he was not hating\n Dunbar. Out here, a human being is the smallest thing of all. He", "\"Now quiet down, Russ,\" Dunbar said in a kind of dreadful crooning\n whisper. \"You calm down now. You younger fellows—you don't look at", "Russell suddenly shouted. \"Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?\"\n\n\n Johnson said. \"Dunbar—how long'll it take us?\"", "easy. There was a flash of burning oxygen from inside the suit of\n Dunbar. If he'd aimed right, Russell knew the fire-bullet should have", "Russell's head fell forward against the front of his helmet, and he\n closed his eyes. \"Maybe,\" he thought, \"I shouldn't have killed the old\n man. Maybe one sun's as good as another....\"", "Russell screamed at Dunbar, then quieted down. He whispered. \"Six\n months to a year—out here—cooped up in these damn suits. You're", "about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and\n more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling\n optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and", "Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face.\n \"We're heading to the right one, boys. Don't doubt me ... I been here.", "Dunbar's last faint cry from inside his suit still rang in Russell's\n ears, and he knew Alvar and Johnson had heard it too. Alvar and\n Johnson both called Dunbar's name a few times. There was no answer.", "\"And none of these other three suns have worlds we could live on,\n Dunbar?\" Russell asked. Keep the old duck talking like this and maybe\n Alvar and Johnson would see that he was cracked.", "Sweat ran down Russell's face. His voice trembled. \"No—that's wrong.\n You're both wrong.\" He could see himself going it alone. Going crazy", "Russell used his own life-gun and in a little while he didn't hear\n Alvar or Johnson's voices, nor could he see them. They were thousands\n of miles away, and going further all the time.", "\"He was taking us wrong ... wrong!\" Russell screamed. \"Angels—music\n all night—houses like jewels—and women like angels—\"", "\"Ready, Russ?\"\n\n\n Russell couldn't say anything. He stared at the endless void which now\n he would share with no one. Not even crazy old Dunbar." ], [ "Russell used his own life-gun and in a little while he didn't hear\n Alvar or Johnson's voices, nor could he see them. They were thousands\n of miles away, and going further all the time.", "Russell did it before he hardly realized he was killing the old man.\n It was something he had had to do for a long time and that made it", "After that they traveled on for what seemed months to Russell, but it\n couldn't have been over a day or two of the kind of time-sense he had\n inherited from Earth.", "Sweat ran down Russell's face. His voice trembled. \"No—that's wrong.\n You're both wrong.\" He could see himself going it alone. Going crazy", "\"I did it for the three of us,\" Russell said. \"It was either him or us.\n Lies ... lies that was all he had left in his crazy head. Paradise ...", "Russell felt the release, felt the sudden inexplicable isolation and\n aloneness even before Alvar and Johnson used their life-guns and shot\n out of sight, Johnson toward the left and Alvar back toward that other\n red-rimmed sun behind them.", "\"No ... God no....\" Russell whispered over and over. \"None of us can\n ever make it alone....\"", "Russell was very sick of the old man's voice. He was at least glad he\n didn't have to look at the old man now. His bald head, his skinny", "Russell's head fell forward against the front of his helmet, and he\n closed his eyes. \"Maybe,\" he thought, \"I shouldn't have killed the old\n man. Maybe one sun's as good as another....\"", "\"I know I'm right,\" Russell pleaded. \"My hunches always been right.\n My hunch got us out of that prison didn't it? Listen—I tell you it's\n that star to the left—\"", "Sometimes Russell thought of other things besides his growing hatred\n of the old man. Sometimes he thought about the ship, lost back there", "away could see or care. Still—we might have a chance to live, even\n now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar.", "Johnson started to laugh. Russell was yelling wildly at them, and\n above his own yelling he could hear Johnson's rising laughter. \"Every", "\"He was taking us wrong ... wrong!\" Russell screamed. \"Angels—music\n all night—houses like jewels—and women like angels—\"", "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "\"I always had a feeling we were going wrong,\" Johnson said. \"Anyway,\n it's forgotten, Russ. It's swallowed up in the darkness all around.\n It's never been.\"", "\"Ready, Russ?\"\n\n\n Russell couldn't say anything. He stared at the endless void which now\n he would share with no one. Not even crazy old Dunbar.", "How long ago that had been, Russell didn't know. All Russell knew was\n that they were millions of light years from any place he had ever", "Russell screamed at Dunbar, then quieted down. He whispered. \"Six\n months to a year—out here—cooped up in these damn suits. You're", "\"Paradise is it,\" Russell whispered hoarsely." ], [ "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "away could see or care. Still—we might have a chance to live, even\n now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar.", "Russell did it before he hardly realized he was killing the old man.\n It was something he had had to do for a long time and that made it", "old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't\n care.\"", "Russell felt the release, felt the sudden inexplicable isolation and\n aloneness even before Alvar and Johnson used their life-guns and shot\n out of sight, Johnson toward the left and Alvar back toward that other\n red-rimmed sun behind them.", "\"I did it for the three of us,\" Russell said. \"It was either him or us.\n Lies ... lies that was all he had left in his crazy head. Paradise ...", "Russell's head fell forward against the front of his helmet, and he\n closed his eyes. \"Maybe,\" he thought, \"I shouldn't have killed the old\n man. Maybe one sun's as good as another....\"", "Russell used his own life-gun and in a little while he didn't hear\n Alvar or Johnson's voices, nor could he see them. They were thousands\n of miles away, and going further all the time.", "And a human was smaller still, thought Russell when he was not hating\n Dunbar. Out here, a human being is the smallest thing of all. He", "easy. There was a flash of burning oxygen from inside the suit of\n Dunbar. If he'd aimed right, Russell knew the fire-bullet should have", "Dunbar's last faint cry from inside his suit still rang in Russell's\n ears, and he knew Alvar and Johnson had heard it too. Alvar and\n Johnson both called Dunbar's name a few times. There was no answer.", "Russell suddenly shouted. \"Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?\"\n\n\n Johnson said. \"Dunbar—how long'll it take us?\"", "But Russell knew it and he'd admitted it from the first—that old\n Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird.", "\"Now quiet down, Russ,\" Dunbar said in a kind of dreadful crooning\n whisper. \"You calm down now. You younger fellows—you don't look at", "\"No life, boys, nothing,\" Dunbar laughed. \"Nothing on these other\n worlds but ashes ... just ashes and iron and dried blood, dried a\n million years or more.\"", "\"Ready, Russ?\"\n\n\n Russell couldn't say anything. He stared at the endless void which now\n he would share with no one. Not even crazy old Dunbar.", "\"And none of these other three suns have worlds we could live on,\n Dunbar?\" Russell asked. Keep the old duck talking like this and maybe\n Alvar and Johnson would see that he was cracked.", "about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and\n more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling\n optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and", "Sweat ran down Russell's face. His voice trembled. \"No—that's wrong.\n You're both wrong.\" He could see himself going it alone. Going crazy", "\"No ... God no....\" Russell whispered over and over. \"None of us can\n ever make it alone....\"" ], [ "Russell did it before he hardly realized he was killing the old man.\n It was something he had had to do for a long time and that made it", "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "away could see or care. Still—we might have a chance to live, even\n now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar.", "Russell felt the release, felt the sudden inexplicable isolation and\n aloneness even before Alvar and Johnson used their life-guns and shot\n out of sight, Johnson toward the left and Alvar back toward that other\n red-rimmed sun behind them.", "Russell's head fell forward against the front of his helmet, and he\n closed his eyes. \"Maybe,\" he thought, \"I shouldn't have killed the old\n man. Maybe one sun's as good as another....\"", "But Russell knew it and he'd admitted it from the first—that old\n Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird.", "And a human was smaller still, thought Russell when he was not hating\n Dunbar. Out here, a human being is the smallest thing of all. He", "easy. There was a flash of burning oxygen from inside the suit of\n Dunbar. If he'd aimed right, Russell knew the fire-bullet should have", "Russell suddenly shouted. \"Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?\"\n\n\n Johnson said. \"Dunbar—how long'll it take us?\"", "\"I did it for the three of us,\" Russell said. \"It was either him or us.\n Lies ... lies that was all he had left in his crazy head. Paradise ...", "about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and\n more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling\n optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and", "Russell used his own life-gun and in a little while he didn't hear\n Alvar or Johnson's voices, nor could he see them. They were thousands\n of miles away, and going further all the time.", "old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't\n care.\"", "\"Ready, Russ?\"\n\n\n Russell couldn't say anything. He stared at the endless void which now\n he would share with no one. Not even crazy old Dunbar.", "Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face.\n \"We're heading to the right one, boys. Don't doubt me ... I been here.", "Sweat ran down Russell's face. His voice trembled. \"No—that's wrong.\n You're both wrong.\" He could see himself going it alone. Going crazy", "heard about, where the galactic space lanterns had absolutely no\n recognizable pattern. But Dunbar knew. And Russell was looking at\n Dunbar's suit up ahead, watching it more and more intently, thinking", "Russell screamed at Dunbar, then quieted down. He whispered. \"Six\n months to a year—out here—cooped up in these damn suits. You're", "Dunbar's last faint cry from inside his suit still rang in Russell's\n ears, and he knew Alvar and Johnson had heard it too. Alvar and\n Johnson both called Dunbar's name a few times. There was no answer.", "Johnson started to laugh. Russell was yelling wildly at them, and\n above his own yelling he could hear Johnson's rising laughter. \"Every" ], [ "And Dunbar had spouted endlessly about a world of treasure they would\n find, if they would just follow old Dunbar. That's what all four of", "Dunbar laughed. \"Boys, boys, don't get panicky. Keep your heads. Just\n stick to old Dunbar and he'll see you through. I'm always lucky. Only", "for Dunbar. Hell no—Dunbar had to start talking about a place they\n could go where they'd never be apprehended, in a system no one else", "thought then of what Dunbar would say to such a thought, how Dunbar\n would laugh that high piping squawking laugh of his and say that the\n human being was bigger than the Universe itself.", "about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and\n more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling\n optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and", "pierced Dunbar's back. Now the fire was gone, extinguished\n automatically by units inside the suit. The suit was still inflated,\n self-sealing. Nothing appeared to have changed. The four of them", "the red rim around it.\"\nBut Dunbar's eyes were old and uncertain. How could they\n believe in his choice when every star in this forsaken", "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "\"It was a long time back boys. Don't remember too well, but it was\n when we had an old ship called the DOG STAR that I was here. A pirate", "old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't\n care.\"", "worlds so far away they were scarcely credible, had taken command.\n Suddenly, Old Dunbar had known where they were. Suddenly, Dunbar knew\n where they were going.", "\"No life, boys, nothing,\" Dunbar laughed. \"Nothing on these other\n worlds but ashes ... just ashes and iron and dried blood, dried a\n million years or more.\"", "Dunbar laughed. \"Sure, they all maybe have a touch of red, but it\n isn't the same, boys. I can tell the difference. Trust me—\"", "blood,\" old Dunbar told the space-wrecked, desperate men.\n \"Only one way to go, where we can float down through the\n clouds to Paradise. That's straight ahead to the sun with", "\"Wrecked a ship out there, probably,\" one of the others said. \"But he\n managed to get this far. It looks as though a small meteor fragment\n pierced his body. Here. You see?\"", "\"That's right, boys!\" yelled old Dunbar in that sickeningly optimistic\n voice. Like a hysterical old woman's. \"Just about in the sweet dark\n old middle.\"", "Dunbar, the oldest of the four, an old space-buster with a face\n wrinkled like a dried prune, burned by cosmic rays and the suns of", "And old Dunbar shooting right on ahead. And all three of them\n dwindling and dwindling and blinking out like little lights.", "Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face.\n \"We're heading to the right one, boys. Don't doubt me ... I been here.", "\"Now quiet down, Russ,\" Dunbar said in a kind of dreadful crooning\n whisper. \"You calm down now. You younger fellows—you don't look at" ], [ "Dunbar laughed. \"Sure, they all maybe have a touch of red, but it\n isn't the same, boys. I can tell the difference. Trust me—\"", "old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't\n care.\"", "crazy as hell, Dunbar. Crazy ... crazy! Nobody could stand it. We'll\n all be crazier than you are—\"", "for Dunbar. Hell no—Dunbar had to start talking about a place they\n could go where they'd never be apprehended, in a system no one else", "Dunbar had a big answer for every little thing.", "\"That's right! That's right,\" Dunbar yelled. \"That's the only one—and", "Dunbar laughed. \"Boys, boys, don't get panicky. Keep your heads. Just\n stick to old Dunbar and he'll see you through. I'm always lucky. Only", "never been any sound or life, with old Dunbar the first in line,\n taking the lead because he was older and knew where he was and where\n he was going. Maybe Johnson, second in line, and Alvar who was third,", "than old Dunbar will ever be, even if he keeps on getting nuttier all\n the time.", "Dunbar, the oldest of the four, an old space-buster with a face\n wrinkled like a dried prune, burned by cosmic rays and the suns of", "And old Dunbar shooting right on ahead. And all three of them\n dwindling and dwindling and blinking out like little lights.", "about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and\n more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling\n optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and", "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "\"No life, boys, nothing,\" Dunbar laughed. \"Nothing on these other\n worlds but ashes ... just ashes and iron and dried blood, dried a\n million years or more.\"", "And Dunbar had spouted endlessly about a world of treasure they would\n find, if they would just follow old Dunbar. That's what all four of", "left. Now, sometimes I'm not sure either of them's got a red rim. You\n said that one had a red rim, Dunbar, and I wanted to believe it. So", "\"That's right, boys!\" yelled old Dunbar in that sickeningly optimistic\n voice. Like a hysterical old woman's. \"Just about in the sweet dark\n old middle.\"", "thought then of what Dunbar would say to such a thought, how Dunbar\n would laugh that high piping squawking laugh of his and say that the\n human being was bigger than the Universe itself.", "\"Lost people ... lost ... who knows how long,\" Dunbar said, as the\n four of them hurtled along. \"You never know where you'll find people", "Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face.\n \"We're heading to the right one, boys. Don't doubt me ... I been here." ] ]

[ "What is the relationship like between Ed and Sheryl?", "What is Sara's relationship with her mom?", "What is the implication about getting TV networks through Facebook?", "Why is Sara upset when her dad asks her to read the article about solar panels?", "What is the immediate significance of Ed defending the ads on his Facebook?", "How does Ed feel about the Super Bowl?", "Which of these is true about the ad break?", "How does Sara feel about the Chevrolet ad?", "Which is the most likely method that the ads were personalized?", "What is the primary significance of the final scene?" ]

[ [ "Their relationship is tense as Ed will not get help when he needs it, but it is mostly cordial", "They are fairly indifferent towards each other but interact more when there are other people around", "They have a good relationship but do not like to watch the same TV, as Sheryl hates football", "They are very tense and the only thing that brings them together is their daughter" ], [ "Sara's mom doesn't trust Sara very much given the history Sara has with her dad", "Sara's mom is endlessly proud of Sara even if this is tense in the rest of the family", "Sara is worried she has disappointed her mom who is exhausted by being in the middle of a family fight", "Sara does everything driven by a desire to make her mom proud, and she is praised in return" ], [ "The channels would be customized by age group so Sara would not have anything she'd like to watch", "There would only be a few channels because it was a basic package", "There would not be much available to watch besides sports", "The available media is conservative-leaning which meant Sara would not want to watch it" ], [ "She is embarassed to admit she hasn't read up on the solar panels", "There is an implication that she's not informed about the job she does every day", "She was trying to avoid having phones out at the dinner table", "She doesn't want it to come up that she blocked him on facebook" ], [ "It shows how interested in guns he is", "It shows his dedication to capitalism", "It shows he has no idea how tailored the feed is ", "It shows what kinds of things he looks up to purchase" ], [ "He doesn't care for football but enjoys all of the celebration around it", "He loves the ads even more than the game", "He likes the football and the time he spends with his daughter", "It is his favorite sporting event and he would never miss a football game" ], [ "Sara's patience allows for some rebuilding of trust", "It's ironic that Ed things ads about things that separate people will bring him and his daughter together", "The family can agree that they all enjoy watching ads together even if other things are rough", "It is the one chance daughter and father have to patch things up" ], [ "She thinks it's a final chance to bond with her father", "She is sorry she did not watch the whole ad before she reacted to it", "She is upset at the glorification of the military", "She is frustrated that it tokenized a Mexican family" ], [ "The TV version is different from the streaming version people see on Twitter", "Facebook is creating echo chambers of specific ways of thought for each user", "Ed has a specific TV plan that allows him to see conservative-bent programming", "The television network shows different videos in different regions" ], [ "It shows that Sheryl is going to be okay in the end", "It shows a subversion of expectations to add irony to the story", "It shows that the media control runs deeper than the reader might have expected", "It shows that Ed and Sara will really be able to settle their differences" ] ]

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[ [ "\"What did I tell you? You two just needed to spend some time together. Some quality time.\" \n\n \"I guess so. What did I ever do to deserve a woman as hot and as smart as you, huh Sheryl?\"", "\"Sheryl-\"", "\"I'm glad you think this is funny, I really do. But what you New York types need to realise is-\" \n\n \"Ed!\" Mom had appeared in the doorway. \"Please! Both of you. No fighting today, please.\"", "She straightens herself up, wipes her eyes. Suddenly feels a little self conscious. \"Sure. Let me just go freshen up first.\" \n\n \"Of course honey.\"", "Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle.", "He grins back at her. \"Like Super Bowl ads?\" \n\n She laughs. \"I guess. But you know what I mean, really.\"", "Mom smiles, walks over and kisses her on the forehead. \"It's OK honey. Don't feel bad. Just go. Just go sit in there with him and watch some TV. Please.\"", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "\"Yeah. Fine. Y'know. Same as always.\" \n\n He smiles back at her, nods knowingly.", "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "Their first words in nearly a year. Fine. So far. She relaxes. Of course it is. How bad could it be? \n\n \"I thought I was gonna come pick you up from the airport?\"", "He stabs at the screen, looks for a while, stabs again. Flips it over and hands it to her. \"Here. Read.\"", "\"Don't get up Dad, it's fine. Really.\" She takes a seat on the couch. \"I just got here, like two minutes ago.\" \n\n \"Good flight?\"", "people with his problems. Hates pity.\" She pauses, looks out", "\"He's worried about his health.\nI'm\nworried about his health. Probably more than he is.\" \n\n Sara looks up from her phone, genuine concern. \"Is he OK?\"", "from work, then her sitting on his knee, eating cookies", "Mom stands up and makes to leave the room, leaning down to kiss him as she passes. \"I ask myself that question every day.\"", "directly. \"I'm sorry honey.\" She looks old, Sara thinks,", "\"No, just leave her,\" says Dad, gently, his eyes still fixed on the screen. \"Just let her go.\"", "Cut to: drone footage. The pilot is watching the group. As he tracks away from the main party to where the girl is sat, the camera reveals what she has drawn.\nA large, child's rendition of the American flag." ], [ "Mom sighs, shoulders falling, looks at Sara directly.", "Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle.", "directly. \"I'm sorry honey.\" She looks old, Sara thinks,", "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "\"Sara!\" Mom makes to get up.", "Sara looks over to Mom, who looks like she's on the brink of tears. Suddenly she finds she's also lost the will to fight. Gently she closes the iPad and puts it down on the table, next to her plate.", "\"Sara!\" says Mom. \n\n \"No I'm sorry, I can't. I can't sit here and watch this… this bullshit. This propaganda.\" She storms out of the room.", "\"Don't joke Sara, I'm serious. There's a lot that bothers him. The state of the world. The future. All these damn wars.\" \n\n \"We're all worried about all that, Mom.\"", "back to Sara her eyes are damp. \"This is why", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "Mom smiles, walks over and kisses her on the forehead. \"It's OK honey. Don't feel bad. Just go. Just go sit in there with him and watch some TV. Please.\"", "\"Fuck this,\" says Sara, getting up from her seat.", "Dad is in the bathroom, and Sara has had enough", "Sara slips her phone into her pocket, genuine guilt. Feels like a spoiled kid. \"I didn't realise. I'm sorry.\"", "Sara laughs, covering her mouth as she nearly chokes on chewed food. \"What? No they don't Dad.\"", "and Sara can feel herself being encompassed by a bubble,", "Mom stands up and makes to leave the room, leaning down to kiss him as she passes. \"I ask myself that question every day.\"", "his seat, steps away from the table. Sara sighs, thinking", "\"Honey?\" \n\n Dad pauses the TV, looks up at her. It looks like he's been crying too. \"Sara?\" \n\n \"Did you - did you watch it?\"", "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing." ], [ "to get their TV through Facebook, so all she can", "\"No one is telling me it, Sara. I read it. It's in the news. I mean, really, I'm surprised you've not seen it. It was all over Facebook.\"", "Hastily she opens her FB TV app, pulls up the game. The ad is just finishing. She hits the 10-second rewind icon a couple of times, then leans the phone on its side against a ketchup bottle.", "Reluctantly, she takes it. His Facebook feed. Somewhere in", "\"They show me this stuff because they've got products to sell. That's how the economy works. That's how we create jobs. Godammit Sara, are you telling me you hate\nadvertising\nnow? Do you just hate everything about America?\"", "\"Maybe on yours, but it's not all over my Facebook.\" She doesn't have the heart to tell him she muted him six months ago.", "\"There's no risk, Mom. None at all. Dad, I wish you'd stop believing everything you see on Facebook.\"", "Alone, seen only by the TV, Dad smiles to himself. He picks up the remote, but instead of hitting play, he finds himself hitting rewind.", "even recognise. It's signed in to her Dad's FB", "He grins back at her. \"Like Super Bowl ads?\" \n\n She laughs. \"I guess. But you know what I mean, really.\"", "FB account, and the last thing she wants is to", "Cut to: interior of the trailer. The faceless figure works controls, the joysticks, touch screens.\nVoiceover: They say you need to get up pretty early to get past America's finest. But the truth is we never sleep.", "She sighs, wipes a tear from her cheek. On autopilot she takes her phone from her pocket, feels its reassuring warmth in her hand, and swipes open Twitter.", "of the wall. Fox News. She braces herself again.", "The war spills out of Fox News, casualty figures scrolling across monochrome drone footage, attack helicopters circling over Caracas apartment blocks, pundits with bronzed skin and immaculate blond hair smiling from four-way split screens.", "Cut to: drone footage. The pilot is watching the group. As he tracks away from the main party to where the girl is sat, the camera reveals what she has drawn.\nA large, child's rendition of the American flag.", "\"Just… just look at them. They're terrifying. They're like… like adverts for the end of the world! You know they show you this stuff just to make you scared, right? Just to keep you paranoid.\"", "\"Jesus Christ Dad, these ads!\" \n\n \"No blasphemy at the dinner table, please honey\" says Mom. \n\n \"What about them?\"", "Fox, Breitbart News, Family Values TV, Info Wars, The Rebel, Glenn Beck, The Voice of America, America First, The Bible Today", "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing." ], [ "Dad finishes chewing his mouthful, swallows, wipes his beard with a napkin. Sighs, barely controlled anger simmering behind his face. \"Solar panels cause cancer.\"", "\"Dad, no. Just no. Trust me.\"\n\"-because they are the world's largest manufacturers of solar panels. But the research has been done. The scientific evidence is out there. Look it up.\"", "Sara looks over to Mom, who looks like she's on the brink of tears. Suddenly she finds she's also lost the will to fight. Gently she closes the iPad and puts it down on the table, next to her plate.", "\"Sara!\" says Mom. \n\n \"No I'm sorry, I can't. I can't sit here and watch this… this bullshit. This propaganda.\" She storms out of the room.", "\"No one is telling me it, Sara. I read it. It's in the news. I mean, really, I'm surprised you've not seen it. It was all over Facebook.\"", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "\"You should go easy on your father, you know. He's worried about a lot of things.\" \n\n \"What things? Solar panel cancer?\"", "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "Dad is in the bathroom, and Sara has had enough", "\"Don't joke Sara, I'm serious. There's a lot that bothers him. The state of the world. The future. All these damn wars.\" \n\n \"We're all worried about all that, Mom.\"", "\"Honey?\" \n\n Dad pauses the TV, looks up at her. It looks like he's been crying too. \"Sara?\" \n\n \"Did you - did you watch it?\"", "He stabs at the screen, looks for a while, stabs again. Flips it over and hands it to her. \"Here. Read.\"", "\"Look it up?\" Sara shakes her head, not knowing where to even start. \"Dad, who is telling you this stuff?\"", "Sara laughs, covering her mouth as she nearly chokes on chewed food. \"What? No they don't Dad.\"", "directly. \"I'm sorry honey.\" She looks old, Sara thinks,", "back to Sara her eyes are damp. \"This is why", "\"They show me this stuff because they've got products to sell. That's how the economy works. That's how we create jobs. Godammit Sara, are you telling me you hate\nadvertising\nnow? Do you just hate everything about America?\"", "Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle.", "\"Fuck this,\" says Sara, getting up from her seat.", "Sara slips her phone into her pocket, genuine guilt. Feels like a spoiled kid. \"I didn't realise. I'm sorry.\"" ], [ "\"They show me this stuff because they've got products to sell. That's how the economy works. That's how we create jobs. Godammit Sara, are you telling me you hate\nadvertising\nnow? Do you just hate everything about America?\"", "He grins back at her. \"Like Super Bowl ads?\" \n\n She laughs. \"I guess. But you know what I mean, really.\"", "\"Jesus Christ Dad, these ads!\" \n\n \"No blasphemy at the dinner table, please honey\" says Mom. \n\n \"What about them?\"", "\"No one is telling me it, Sara. I read it. It's in the news. I mean, really, I'm surprised you've not seen it. It was all over Facebook.\"", "his ads. It's something special he has with you, he", "Hastily she opens her FB TV app, pulls up the game. The ad is just finishing. She hits the 10-second rewind icon a couple of times, then leans the phone on its side against a ketchup bottle.", "Reluctantly, she takes it. His Facebook feed. Somewhere in", "\"There's no risk, Mom. None at all. Dad, I wish you'd stop believing everything you see on Facebook.\"", "\"Just… just look at them. They're terrifying. They're like… like adverts for the end of the world! You know they show you this stuff just to make you scared, right? Just to keep you paranoid.\"", "\"Maybe on yours, but it's not all over my Facebook.\" She doesn't have the heart to tell him she muted him six months ago.", "to get their TV through Facebook, so all she can", "\"The Chevrolet ad?\" \n\n \"Yeah.\" \n\n \"Yeah, we did.\" Embarrassed, he wipes a tear from his cheek. \"It was… it was very moving.\"", "\"And the ads! The Super Bowl ads! You know", "He stabs at the screen, looks for a while, stabs again. Flips it over and hands it to her. \"Here. Read.\"", "Cut to: drone footage. The pilot is watching the group. As he tracks away from the main party to where the girl is sat, the camera reveals what she has drawn.\nA large, child's rendition of the American flag.", "\"I'm glad you think this is funny, I really do. But what you New York types need to realise is-\" \n\n \"Ed!\" Mom had appeared in the doorway. \"Please! Both of you. No fighting today, please.\"", "laughing at the ads.", "even recognise. It's signed in to her Dad's FB", "adverts, and all for guns. Or security systems. Panic rooms.", "Ad break. An elderly couple ride a tandem bicycle through a park, laughing and smiling in Instagram-perfect sunshine, as a calm, relaxing voice lists the potentially lethal side effects of a diabetes drug." ], [ "somehow always, like now, for the Super Bowl. Like football", "He grins back at her. \"Like Super Bowl ads?\" \n\n She laughs. \"I guess. But you know what I mean, really.\"", "\"And the ads! The Super Bowl ads! You know", "watching fucking Super Bowl ads on the TV was going to", "\"I'm glad you think this is funny, I really do. But what you New York types need to realise is-\" \n\n \"Ed!\" Mom had appeared in the doorway. \"Please! Both of you. No fighting today, please.\"", "Alone, seen only by the TV, Dad smiles to himself. He picks up the remote, but instead of hitting play, he finds himself hitting rewind.", "\"The Chevrolet ad?\" \n\n \"Yeah.\" \n\n \"Yeah, we did.\" Embarrassed, he wipes a tear from his cheek. \"It was… it was very moving.\"", "Mom smiles, walks over and kisses her on the forehead. \"It's OK honey. Don't feel bad. Just go. Just go sit in there with him and watch some TV. Please.\"", "\"No, of course not Dad. Maybe I'll read this later, after the game.\"", "\"No, just leave her,\" says Dad, gently, his eyes still fixed on the screen. \"Just let her go.\"", "to see you. You know he loves watching the game", "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing.", "with you. It's a stupid thing, sure, but he loves", "\"No. I don't want to hear you two as much as disagreeing about anything today, unless it's about the game. And even then you'd better keep it civil. Otherwise you can both go hungry. Understand?\"", "He stabs at the screen, looks for a while, stabs again. Flips it over and hands it to her. \"Here. Read.\"", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "Cut to: drone footage. The pilot is watching the group. As he tracks away from the main party to where the girl is sat, the camera reveals what she has drawn.\nA large, child's rendition of the American flag.", "people with his problems. Hates pity.\" She pauses, looks out", "football was the one thing they still had, that one", "cookies and watching football highlights until Mom came in and" ], [ "the ad break starts.", "Ad break. An elderly couple ride a tandem bicycle through a park, laughing and smiling in Instagram-perfect sunshine, as a calm, relaxing voice lists the potentially lethal side effects of a diabetes drug.", "\"They show me this stuff because they've got products to sell. That's how the economy works. That's how we create jobs. Godammit Sara, are you telling me you hate\nadvertising\nnow? Do you just hate everything about America?\"", "He grins back at her. \"Like Super Bowl ads?\" \n\n She laughs. \"I guess. But you know what I mean, really.\"", "\"The Chevrolet ad?\" \n\n \"Yeah.\" \n\n \"Yeah, we did.\" Embarrassed, he wipes a tear from his cheek. \"It was… it was very moving.\"", "Hastily she opens her FB TV app, pulls up the game. The ad is just finishing. She hits the 10-second rewind icon a couple of times, then leans the phone on its side against a ketchup bottle.", "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing.", "\"And the ads! The Super Bowl ads! You know", "\"Jesus Christ Dad, these ads!\" \n\n \"No blasphemy at the dinner table, please honey\" says Mom. \n\n \"What about them?\"", "Alone, seen only by the TV, Dad smiles to himself. He picks up the remote, but instead of hitting play, he finds himself hitting rewind.", "\"Just… just look at them. They're terrifying. They're like… like adverts for the end of the world! You know they show you this stuff just to make you scared, right? Just to keep you paranoid.\"", "who knew chevrolet were so woke\ni can't believe they did that, so amazing\nHang on, are they taking about the same ad?", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "Cut to: drone footage. The pilot is watching the group. As he tracks away from the main party to where the girl is sat, the camera reveals what she has drawn.\nA large, child's rendition of the American flag.", "Mom smiles, walks over and kisses her on the forehead. \"It's OK honey. Don't feel bad. Just go. Just go sit in there with him and watch some TV. Please.\"", "watching fucking Super Bowl ads on the TV was going to", "his ads. It's something special he has with you, he", "laughing at the ads.", "Cut to: exterior shot of the trailer. The still anonymous pilot exits, walks back towards his jeep.\nVoiceover: Keeping America safe means never sleeping, but keeping America great means never forgetting who we are, and what keeps us strong.", "The jeep starts up, pulls away from the camera in a cloud of dust.\nFade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'" ], [ "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing.", "\"They show me this stuff because they've got products to sell. That's how the economy works. That's how we create jobs. Godammit Sara, are you telling me you hate\nadvertising\nnow? Do you just hate everything about America?\"", "\"The Chevrolet ad?\" \n\n \"Yeah.\" \n\n \"Yeah, we did.\" Embarrassed, he wipes a tear from his cheek. \"It was… it was very moving.\"", "who knew chevrolet were so woke\ni can't believe they did that, so amazing\nHang on, are they taking about the same ad?", "The jeep starts up, pulls away from the camera in a cloud of dust.\nFade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'", "Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle.", "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "directly. \"I'm sorry honey.\" She looks old, Sara thinks,", "He grins back at her. \"Like Super Bowl ads?\" \n\n She laughs. \"I guess. But you know what I mean, really.\"", "\"Sara!\" says Mom. \n\n \"No I'm sorry, I can't. I can't sit here and watch this… this bullshit. This propaganda.\" She storms out of the room.", "Everybody seems to be talking about the same thing.\nomg im crying\nholy shit that chevrolet ad /fire emoji\nthat was sooooo beautiful", "Sara looks over to Mom, who looks like she's on the brink of tears. Suddenly she finds she's also lost the will to fight. Gently she closes the iPad and puts it down on the table, next to her plate.", "back to Sara her eyes are damp. \"This is why", "Sara laughs, covering her mouth as she nearly chokes on chewed food. \"What? No they don't Dad.\"", "Mom sighs, shoulders falling, looks at Sara directly.", "Sara turns back to the TV, to watching the war, to trying to work out which one it is.", "and Sara can feel herself being encompassed by a bubble,", "\"Fuck this,\" says Sara, getting up from her seat.", "\"No one is telling me it, Sara. I read it. It's in the news. I mean, really, I'm surprised you've not seen it. It was all over Facebook.\"" ], [ "\"Jesus Christ Dad, these ads!\" \n\n \"No blasphemy at the dinner table, please honey\" says Mom. \n\n \"What about them?\"", "his ads. It's something special he has with you, he", "\"They show me this stuff because they've got products to sell. That's how the economy works. That's how we create jobs. Godammit Sara, are you telling me you hate\nadvertising\nnow? Do you just hate everything about America?\"", "adverts, and all for guns. Or security systems. Panic rooms.", "He grins back at her. \"Like Super Bowl ads?\" \n\n She laughs. \"I guess. But you know what I mean, really.\"", "\"And the ads! The Super Bowl ads! You know", "\"Just… just look at them. They're terrifying. They're like… like adverts for the end of the world! You know they show you this stuff just to make you scared, right? Just to keep you paranoid.\"", "Cut to: drone footage. The pilot is watching the group. As he tracks away from the main party to where the girl is sat, the camera reveals what she has drawn.\nA large, child's rendition of the American flag.", "\"The Chevrolet ad?\" \n\n \"Yeah.\" \n\n \"Yeah, we did.\" Embarrassed, he wipes a tear from his cheek. \"It was… it was very moving.\"", "laughing at the ads.", "Hastily she opens her FB TV app, pulls up the game. The ad is just finishing. She hits the 10-second rewind icon a couple of times, then leans the phone on its side against a ketchup bottle.", "know how much he loves watching the new ads with", "\"No one is telling me it, Sara. I read it. It's in the news. I mean, really, I'm surprised you've not seen it. It was all over Facebook.\"", "watching fucking Super Bowl ads on the TV was going to", "Ad break. An elderly couple ride a tandem bicycle through a park, laughing and smiling in Instagram-perfect sunshine, as a calm, relaxing voice lists the potentially lethal side effects of a diabetes drug.", "Underneath it, it childlike handwriting, some words. 'I have a dream'\nText flashes across the screen. ALERT CANCELLED. ALL PATROLS: STAND DOWN", "He stabs at the screen, looks for a while, stabs again. Flips it over and hands it to her. \"Here. Read.\"", "Alone, seen only by the TV, Dad smiles to himself. He picks up the remote, but instead of hitting play, he finds himself hitting rewind.", "Cut to: interior of the trailer. The faceless figure works controls, the joysticks, touch screens.\nVoiceover: They say you need to get up pretty early to get past America's finest. But the truth is we never sleep.", "who knew chevrolet were so woke\ni can't believe they did that, so amazing\nHang on, are they taking about the same ad?" ], [ "Cut to: drone footage. The pilot is watching the group. As he tracks away from the main party to where the girl is sat, the camera reveals what she has drawn.\nA large, child's rendition of the American flag.", "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing.", "Mom stands up and makes to leave the room, leaning down to kiss him as she passes. \"I ask myself that question every day.\"", "Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle.", "Cut to: the drone, banking and turning, flying away.\nCut to: exterior shot of the trailer. The still anonymous pilot exits, walks back towards his jeep.", "But it's too late.\nFrom three different directions, three different Chevrolet jeeps appear, screeching to a halt, kicking up dust. From them jump Border Patrol agents and Minutemen militia, guns drawn and ready.", "Underneath it, it childlike handwriting, some words. 'I have a dream'\nText flashes across the screen. ALERT CANCELLED. ALL PATROLS: STAND DOWN", "Cut to: exterior shot of the trailer. The still anonymous pilot exits, walks back towards his jeep.\nVoiceover: Keeping America safe means never sleeping, but keeping America great means never forgetting who we are, and what keeps us strong.", "Cut to: on the ground, in the desert. The group of figures are revealed to be a Mexican family, maybe two. Men, women, children. They look tired, hungry. They stop to rest, sipping the little water they have left from tattered plastic bottles.", "Mom smiles, walks over and kisses her on the forehead. \"It's OK honey. Don't feel bad. Just go. Just go sit in there with him and watch some TV. Please.\"", "\"No, just leave her,\" says Dad, gently, his eyes still fixed on the screen. \"Just let her go.\"", "She falls on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. \"I'm sorry Dad. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be so mean-\"", "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "Alone, seen only by the TV, Dad smiles to himself. He picks up the remote, but instead of hitting play, he finds himself hitting rewind.", "All except one. The guy with the bag full of drugs. He's got nothing to lose. He reaches for his rifle.\nCut to: Border Patrol agents, opening fire.", "Sara looks over to Mom, who looks like she's on the brink of tears. Suddenly she finds she's also lost the will to fight. Gently she closes the iPad and puts it down on the table, next to her plate.", "Text flashes across the screen. ALERT CANCELLED. THREAT NEUTRALISED.\nCut to: the drone, banking and turning, flying away.", "Cut to: close up of the inside of the bag. Inside are packets of white powder.\nSuddenly, one of the party looks up, shouts something in Spanish. They all go to grab their guns.", "Cut to: internal shot of the trailer, darkness split by", "He stabs at the screen, looks for a while, stabs again. Flips it over and hands it to her. \"Here. Read.\"" ] ]

[ "Which is the most accurate description of the planet Stinson finds himself on? ", "Which is the best description of the Sand God?", "Which is not a reason that Stinson decided to journey on the ice by foot [mostly didn't want to leave Sybtl behind on her own and felt important and had some level of curiosity]", "Which is the best characterization of why Stinson decided he did not want to bring his people to this planet?", "How does Stinson feel about the Sand God at the end of the story? ", "What likely happens after the story ends? ", "What drove Stinson to decide to stay in the end?", "How do humans perceive the transportation devices?" ]

[ [ "A haven for amphibious creatures", "A research outpost for discovering new species", "Some kind of penal colony", "An abandoned desert planet that cannot sustain life" ], [ "An ancient being who carries centuries of wisdom but has become more volatile with age", "One of many like beings, all with the same types of powers", "Volatile and convinced of old ideas without putting them under scrutiny", "A tempermental, angry power who has always lived on this planet" ], [ "He figured he could not be tracked in this environent", "He was drawn to his companion", "He preferred to stay near the other people to keep an eye on them", "He wanted to feel important for protecting someone" ], [ "He is suspicious of the moodiness of the Sand God", "He doesn't want to bear the weight of being treated like a God", "He does not want to have to confront his feelings for Sybtl", "He is not convinced that the Sand God will let humand and the web-footed people coexist" ], [ "He is angry that he will not keep up the original deal of the humans getting the whole planet", "He doesn't' care about the Sand God at all and is focused on Sybtl", "He is sad that the Sand God will never get the life he deserves with friends of his own kind", "He felt some pity for the abandoned creature" ], [ "Sybtl and Stinson get together and Stinson forgets about his prior missions", "Stinson and Sybtl are re-introduced into the web-footed community", "Sybtl becomes upset with Stinson and makes sure he does not return", "Stinson eventually brings his friends to live on the planet with him" ], [ "He sees that there is some hope for a successful though challenging life", "His transportation device needs to be repaired before he can return to Earth", "He is curious enough about the web-footed people's abilities that it is worth investigating", "He has given up trying to find somewhere to move to" ], [ "They are only used to transport between worlds but humans wish they could be used for local travel", "They are untrustworthy technology that are dangerous to implant", "They are luxury goods that many have strong independent motivation to acquire", "They are commodities in the current economy" ] ]

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[ [ "\"I am Stinson, of the planet Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, I see it in your mind, now. You want to live here, on this\n planet.\"", "Again Stinson felt the urge to run, or to use the cylinder to project\n himself somewhere else, but he said, \"No!\" very firmly to himself. He\n was here to investigate, to determine if this planet was capable of\n supporting life.", "They saw him struggling. Two of the men came over and spoke to him in\n the musical language.\n\n\n \"My name is Stinson,\" he said, pointing to himself. \"I'm from the\n planet Earth.\"", "Stinson felt a mental shrug. \"It is of no importance. When they arrived\n on this planet I attempted to explain that I was not a God, but the", "\"No!\" Stinson shot back. \"You've owned this planet for a million\n years. You have brooded here alone since before my people discovered", "Stinson had never been in a sand storm before, even on Earth. He could\n not breathe. He could not see. Bullets of sand stung his skin. Bullets", "The sun burned fiercely, although he would have said it was about four\n o'clock in the afternoon, if this had been Earth. Not a tree, nor a\n bush, nor even a wisp of dry grass was in sight. Everywhere was desert.", "earth to this fourth planet of the Centaurian system in an instant.\n It had happened so fast that he could almost feel the warm, humid\n Missouri air, though he was light years from Missouri.", "\"I deserted you?\" Stinson cried angrily, \"You tried to kill me!\"\n\n\n \"I was attempting communication. Why should I kill you?\"", "\"Stinson,\" the Sand God said. \"You said I was adolescent. You are\n correct. Do you remember I told you how my people, the entire race,\n left their bodies at the same time? Do you imagine all of us were\n adults?\"", "\"Yes, I know now. His voice sounds like thunder in the sky, but it is a\n voice that speaks only in the mind. He said I must leave this planet.\"", "\"Fiend!\" Stinson screamed the word, vaguely marvelling at his own fury.\n\n\n The blue sphere turned and came back.\n\n\n \"Monster!\"", "\"No.\"\nStinson tried to imagine it. At first there must have been a single\n voice crying into a monstrous emptiness, \"Mother, where are you?", "strange. No doubt it was a god—but who wasn't?\nStinson lay still in the sand where he fell, gloating over the success\n of his arrival.", "Steam rose from the burned area, charred like a rocket launching pit.\n They stepped around it carefully. Stinson felt warm air, but there was\n no time, now, to warm cold feet or dwell on the vagaries of Sand Gods.", "The Sand God did not reply. The great bodiless, directionless voice was\n silent, and Stinson felt as if he had been taken from some high place", "How was he to decide if this planet was suitable for his people,\n hampered by a woman, slinking through a frozen wilderness like an\n Indian? But the woman's hand was soft. He felt strong knowing she\n depended on him.", "Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on\n Earth. We can't fight a monster like him.\n\n\n Sybtl touched his arm. \"Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak.\"", "Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was\n a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with", "It stopped. It was about ten feet tall by three feet in diameter at the\n base. Then Stinson backed away again. It was changing. Now it became a\n blue rectangle, then a red cube, a violet sphere." ], [ "\"Poor little God-with-fingers-on-his-feet,\" she said. \"You do not\n understand. The Sand God is terrible, even when he plays. See the", "Suddenly she stiffened beside him. There, directly in their path, stood\n the Sand God. It was blood red now. It pulsed violently. The great\n voice burst forth.", "\"The Sand God,\" Sybtl said. \"Sometimes he plays among the clouds. He\n makes it rain in a dry summer, or sometimes warms the whole world", "hills.\nSybtl shivered against his arm. \"The Sand God is angry,\" she said. \"My\n people tell how he was angry once before, when we first came here. He", "\"The Sand God is tired,\" Sybtl said. \"He is not angry now. I'm glad.\n Perhaps he will let you stay.\"", "The woman looked at him, and she was not smiling. \"Please ask the Sand\n God,\" she said, \"to speak to my people again. Their fear of him does\n not last. When He is gone they will probably kill us.\"", "The Sand God did not reply. The great bodiless, directionless voice was\n silent, and Stinson felt as if he had been taken from some high place", "\"The Sand God isn't doing this,\" Stinson said. \"It's only a storm.\"\n\n\n She covered his lips with her fingers. \"Don't say that. He may hear you\n and be more angry.\"", "\"Then he will kill you.\" She touched her fingers on his face. \"I am\n sorry. It was all for me.\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry. The Sand God travels without a ship, why shouldn't I?\"", "The Sand God pulsed more violently than before. Ice melted in a wide\n area around it. Brown, frozen grass burned to ashes.", "The Sand God became a sphere of blue flame. A wave of intense heat\n drove them backward. \"Earthman,\" the great voice said, \"go back to your", "The bird's twitter stopped abruptly.\n\n\n \"Earthman,\" the Sand God said, as if he were about to make a statement.", "Sybtl said, \"Is the Sand God happy?\" She shook her head. \"No, he is not", "When he looked back, the Sand God was gone.", "\"Stinson,\" the Sand God said. \"You said I was adolescent. You are\n correct. Do you remember I told you how my people, the entire race,\n left their bodies at the same time? Do you imagine all of us were\n adults?\"", "for days at a time in winter, so the snow melts and the grass begins\n to green. Then he tires and lets winter come back again. He is the\n loneliest God in the universe.\"", "\"As for the webfoots,\" the wind devil, or Sand God, said, \"I will\n destroy them. You and your people will have the entire planet.\"", "of sand shot into his eyes. Clouds of sand howled around him. He fell,\n and the wind rolled him over and over in the sand like a tumbleweed.", "and set down in a dark canyon. The cone of sand was the color of wood\n ashes. It pulsed erratically, like a great heart missing a beat now and", "happy. He is old, old, old. I can feel it. My people say that when one\n gets too old it is well to die. But Gods never die, do they? I would\n not like to be a God.\"" ], [ "Stinson's bare feet were numb from walking on ice. Christ, he thought,\n what am I doing here, anyway? He glanced down at Sybtl and remembered", "Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was\n a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with", "\"Certainly,\" Stinson said boldly. \"Call it rationalization, if you\n wish. You ordered us away; and I have several good reasons for not\n coming here if the door was open.\"", "Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on\n Earth. We can't fight a monster like him.\n\n\n Sybtl touched his arm. \"Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak.\"", "Again Stinson felt the urge to run, or to use the cylinder to project\n himself somewhere else, but he said, \"No!\" very firmly to himself. He\n was here to investigate, to determine if this planet was capable of\n supporting life.", "Stinson relaxed. He'd had his say. Sybtl trembled beside him. A small\n mammal, round, furry, hopped by, sniffing inquisitively.", "to protect Sybtl, it was useless to get himself killed when he was\n powerless to help her. But at the last moment it veered off.", "was reflected from a million tiny mirrors on the rocks, the trees and\n grass. A silver thaw during the night had covered the whole area with\n a coating of ice. Stinson shivered. The woman handed him a skirt she", "webfoots were no match for him. He could travel instantly to any spot\n he chose. But with Sybtl it was another matter; he was no better than", "bodies. The sun shone fiercely in a cloudless sky. Already water ran in\n tiny rivulets over the ice. The woman steered him to the right, away\n from the creek.", "\"I am Sybtl,\" she said.\n\n\n \"Syb-tl.\" He tried to imitate her musical pronunciation. \"A very nice\n name.\"", "He was not a woodsman. He doubted if he could build a fire without\n matches. So he followed the creek to where it flowed between two great", "Stinson felt a mental shrug. \"It is of no importance. When they arrived\n on this planet I attempted to explain that I was not a God, but the", "Anyway, he decided, pursuit was impossible. They left no tracks on the\n ice. They were safe, unless the webfoots possessed talents unknown to\n him.", "came again. A sphere of blue fire appeared in the east. Its brilliance\n put the lightning to shame. It bore down on the cave swiftly,\n purposefully. Stinson prepared himself to leave. In spite of his desire", "How was he to decide if this planet was suitable for his people,\n hampered by a woman, slinking through a frozen wilderness like an\n Indian? But the woman's hand was soft. He felt strong knowing she\n depended on him.", "Steam rose from the burned area, charred like a rocket launching pit.\n They stepped around it carefully. Stinson felt warm air, but there was\n no time, now, to warm cold feet or dwell on the vagaries of Sand Gods.", "\"Listen to that, will you?\" Stinson said angrily. \"Just listen! You\n set yourself up as a God for the webfoots. You get them eating out of", "had thoughtfully brought along from the cavern. He took it, and they\n ran down the slippery path leading away from the entrance. From the\n hiding place behind a large rock they watched, as several web-footed", "This time it kept going. The rain and wind ceased. Lightning stopped.\n Thunder rumbled distantly. Clouds disappeared. Stinson and Sybtl\n emerged from the cave." ], [ "Again Stinson felt the urge to run, or to use the cylinder to project\n himself somewhere else, but he said, \"No!\" very firmly to himself. He\n was here to investigate, to determine if this planet was capable of\n supporting life.", "Stinson felt a mental shrug. \"It is of no importance. When they arrived\n on this planet I attempted to explain that I was not a God, but the", "\"No!\" Stinson shot back. \"You've owned this planet for a million\n years. You have brooded here alone since before my people discovered", "\"I am Stinson, of the planet Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, I see it in your mind, now. You want to live here, on this\n planet.\"", "Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on\n Earth. We can't fight a monster like him.\n\n\n Sybtl touched his arm. \"Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak.\"", "They saw him struggling. Two of the men came over and spoke to him in\n the musical language.\n\n\n \"My name is Stinson,\" he said, pointing to himself. \"I'm from the\n planet Earth.\"", "\"I deserted you?\" Stinson cried angrily, \"You tried to kill me!\"\n\n\n \"I was attempting communication. Why should I kill you?\"", "\"Certainly,\" Stinson said boldly. \"Call it rationalization, if you\n wish. You ordered us away; and I have several good reasons for not\n coming here if the door was open.\"", "\"Destroy them?\" Stinson asked, incredulously, \"all these people? They\n have a right to live like any one else.\"", "\"Yes, I know now. His voice sounds like thunder in the sky, but it is a\n voice that speaks only in the mind. He said I must leave this planet.\"", "Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was\n a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with", "\"Stinson,\" the Sand God said. \"You said I was adolescent. You are\n correct. Do you remember I told you how my people, the entire race,\n left their bodies at the same time? Do you imagine all of us were\n adults?\"", "How was he to decide if this planet was suitable for his people,\n hampered by a woman, slinking through a frozen wilderness like an\n Indian? But the woman's hand was soft. He felt strong knowing she\n depended on him.", "\"What form of primitive stupidity are you practicing now? Leave, or\n they will kill you.\"\n\n\n Stinson shook his head.", "Stinson had never been in a sand storm before, even on Earth. He could\n not breathe. He could not see. Bullets of sand stung his skin. Bullets", "\"No.\"\nStinson tried to imagine it. At first there must have been a single\n voice crying into a monstrous emptiness, \"Mother, where are you?", "\"You will allow them to kill you, just to defend her life? What\n business is it of yours if she lives or dies? My race discarded such\n primitive logic long before it reached your level of development.\"", "burn, that and the skirts. Then, when he had burned the ship, the Sand\n God went to the sixth planet and burned two of the largest cities, as a\n warning that no more of us must come here.\"", "The Sand God did not reply. The great bodiless, directionless voice was\n silent, and Stinson felt as if he had been taken from some high place", "Stinson pointed the disintegrating weapon at them and yelled. They\n dropped back. \"We'll have to get outside,\" he told her. \"This mob will" ], [ "The Sand God did not reply. The great bodiless, directionless voice was\n silent, and Stinson felt as if he had been taken from some high place", "\"The Sand God isn't doing this,\" Stinson said. \"It's only a storm.\"\n\n\n She covered his lips with her fingers. \"Don't say that. He may hear you\n and be more angry.\"", "\"Stinson,\" the Sand God said. \"You said I was adolescent. You are\n correct. Do you remember I told you how my people, the entire race,\n left their bodies at the same time? Do you imagine all of us were\n adults?\"", "strange. No doubt it was a god—but who wasn't?\nStinson lay still in the sand where he fell, gloating over the success\n of his arrival.", "Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on\n Earth. We can't fight a monster like him.\n\n\n Sybtl touched his arm. \"Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak.\"", "\"Poor little God-with-fingers-on-his-feet,\" she said. \"You do not\n understand. The Sand God is terrible, even when he plays. See the", "The woman looked at him, and she was not smiling. \"Please ask the Sand\n God,\" she said, \"to speak to my people again. Their fear of him does\n not last. When He is gone they will probably kill us.\"", "\"The Sand God is tired,\" Sybtl said. \"He is not angry now. I'm glad.\n Perhaps he will let you stay.\"", "Suddenly she stiffened beside him. There, directly in their path, stood\n the Sand God. It was blood red now. It pulsed violently. The great\n voice burst forth.", "The funnel of sand had moved closer and while he watched it, it seemed\n to drift in the wind—although there was no wind. Stinson backed away.", "Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was\n a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with", "When he looked back, the Sand God was gone.", "Steam rose from the burned area, charred like a rocket launching pit.\n They stepped around it carefully. Stinson felt warm air, but there was\n no time, now, to warm cold feet or dwell on the vagaries of Sand Gods.", "\"Then he will kill you.\" She touched her fingers on his face. \"I am\n sorry. It was all for me.\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry. The Sand God travels without a ship, why shouldn't I?\"", "Stinson grasped it firmly, with half a notion to break it over his\n head. As he did so, a flash of blue fire sprang from it. The man\n disappeared. A small cloud of dust settled slowly to the floor.", "\"Listen to that, will you?\" Stinson said angrily. \"Just listen! You\n set yourself up as a God for the webfoots. You get them eating out of", "Stinson relaxed. He'd had his say. Sybtl trembled beside him. A small\n mammal, round, furry, hopped by, sniffing inquisitively.", "Stinson felt a mental shrug. \"It is of no importance. When they arrived\n on this planet I attempted to explain that I was not a God, but the", "Stinson was silent, thinking of the endless years of searching through\n the great gulf of time. His eyes caught sight of the woman, reclining", "hills.\nSybtl shivered against his arm. \"The Sand God is angry,\" she said. \"My\n people tell how he was angry once before, when we first came here. He" ], [ "Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was\n a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with", "This time it kept going. The rain and wind ceased. Lightning stopped.\n Thunder rumbled distantly. Clouds disappeared. Stinson and Sybtl\n emerged from the cave.", "Stinson relaxed. He'd had his say. Sybtl trembled beside him. A small\n mammal, round, furry, hopped by, sniffing inquisitively.", "There was no more.\nHe stumbled toward the pool's wall and clutched for support, but\n his knees buckled. His hand slid down the wall, over the ancient", "Stinson grasped it firmly, with half a notion to break it over his\n head. As he did so, a flash of blue fire sprang from it. The man\n disappeared. A small cloud of dust settled slowly to the floor.", "She nodded. \"Criminals, and their children.\"\n\n\n \"When will your people come again?\"\n\n\n She shook her head. \"Never. They are no longer my people. They have\n disowned us.\"", "She shook her head. \"One day they will find me alone, and they'll kill\n me.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"\n\n\n She shrugged. \"I have not pleased you.\"", "One of the men poked him with a stick, or tube of some kind. It did not\n hurt, but angered him. He left the chains by his own method of travel,", "He took her hand and they ran, slid, fell, picked themselves up again,\n and ran. He doubted the wisdom of keeping her with him. Alone, the", "The woman looked at him, and she was not smiling. \"Please ask the Sand\n God,\" she said, \"to speak to my people again. Their fear of him does\n not last. When He is gone they will probably kill us.\"", "He was not a woodsman. He doubted if he could build a fire without\n matches. So he followed the creek to where it flowed between two great", "Anyway, he decided, pursuit was impossible. They left no tracks on the\n ice. They were safe, unless the webfoots possessed talents unknown to\n him.", "\"No, he is not angry.\"\n\n\n \"I'm glad. You will leave now?\"\n\n\n \"No. This is my home.\"", "Soon after, while they sat huddled together, watching the chaos of\n tumbling rocks, lightning, and driving rain, the high-pitched keening", "cannot fully understand, yet you speak of time as if some event\n were about to take place. I believe you think of death. I see your\n physical body has deteriorated since yesterday. Your body will cease to", "happy. He is old, old, old. I can feel it. My people say that when one\n gets too old it is well to die. But Gods never die, do they? I would\n not like to be a God.\"", "Stinson pointed the disintegrating weapon at them and yelled. They\n dropped back. \"We'll have to get outside,\" he told her. \"This mob will", "He pushed her roughly aside.\nShe spoke, and he understood! Her words were still the same gibberish,\n but now he knew their meaning. Somehow he knew also that the wind devil", "for days at a time in winter, so the snow melts and the grass begins\n to green. Then he tires and lets winter come back again. He is the\n loneliest God in the universe.\"", "Stinson was silent, thinking of the endless years of searching through\n the great gulf of time. His eyes caught sight of the woman, reclining" ], [ "Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was\n a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with", "\"Certainly,\" Stinson said boldly. \"Call it rationalization, if you\n wish. You ordered us away; and I have several good reasons for not\n coming here if the door was open.\"", "Again Stinson felt the urge to run, or to use the cylinder to project\n himself somewhere else, but he said, \"No!\" very firmly to himself. He\n was here to investigate, to determine if this planet was capable of\n supporting life.", "He turned to the woman. \"I don't know what I'll do with you, but now\n that we're in trouble together, we may as well introduce ourselves. My\n name is Stinson.\"", "Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on\n Earth. We can't fight a monster like him.\n\n\n Sybtl touched his arm. \"Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak.\"", "\"I deserted you?\" Stinson cried angrily, \"You tried to kill me!\"\n\n\n \"I was attempting communication. Why should I kill you?\"", "Stinson's bare feet were numb from walking on ice. Christ, he thought,\n what am I doing here, anyway? He glanced down at Sybtl and remembered", "Stinson pointed the disintegrating weapon at them and yelled. They\n dropped back. \"We'll have to get outside,\" he told her. \"This mob will", "came again. A sphere of blue fire appeared in the east. Its brilliance\n put the lightning to shame. It bore down on the cave swiftly,\n purposefully. Stinson prepared himself to leave. In spite of his desire", "\"I am Stinson, of the planet Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, I see it in your mind, now. You want to live here, on this\n planet.\"", "\"Destroy them?\" Stinson asked, incredulously, \"all these people? They\n have a right to live like any one else.\"", "Stinson relaxed. He'd had his say. Sybtl trembled beside him. A small\n mammal, round, furry, hopped by, sniffing inquisitively.", "This time it kept going. The rain and wind ceased. Lightning stopped.\n Thunder rumbled distantly. Clouds disappeared. Stinson and Sybtl\n emerged from the cave.", "Stinson was silent, thinking of the endless years of searching through\n the great gulf of time. His eyes caught sight of the woman, reclining", "\"What form of primitive stupidity are you practicing now? Leave, or\n they will kill you.\"\n\n\n Stinson shook his head.", "\"Stinson,\" the Sand God said. \"You said I was adolescent. You are\n correct. Do you remember I told you how my people, the entire race,\n left their bodies at the same time? Do you imagine all of us were\n adults?\"", "\"Listen to that, will you?\" Stinson said angrily. \"Just listen! You\n set yourself up as a God for the webfoots. You get them eating out of", "Stinson grasped it firmly, with half a notion to break it over his\n head. As he did so, a flash of blue fire sprang from it. The man\n disappeared. A small cloud of dust settled slowly to the floor.", "\"No!\" Stinson shot back. \"You've owned this planet for a million\n years. You have brooded here alone since before my people discovered", "\"No.\"\nStinson tried to imagine it. At first there must have been a single\n voice crying into a monstrous emptiness, \"Mother, where are you?" ], [ "humanoid. They had exhibited human emotions of anger, fear and, that\n most human of all characteristics, curiosity. But up to now the tube\n and the chain was the only evidence of an advanced technology, unless", "\"The tube is not of their technology. That is, they did not make\n it directly. These are the undesirables, the incorrigibles, the", "Useless. They could not understand. For all he knew, they might think\n he was threatening them. The object he had thought of as a stick was\n in reality a long metal tube, precisely machined, with a small button\n near one end.", "Change. Buildings, roads, bridges weathering slowly. Such a race would\n have built of durable metal. Durable? Centuries, eons passed. Buildings", "It stopped. It was about ten feet tall by three feet in diameter at the\n base. Then Stinson backed away again. It was changing. Now it became a\n blue rectangle, then a red cube, a violet sphere.", "years ago my people were as you. That is, they lived in physical\n bodies. Our technology surpassed any you have seen. The tube these\n webfoots use is a toy by comparison. Our scientists found the ultimate", "\"Live?\" the wind devil said. \"Oh, I see your meaning. I'd almost\n forgotten. You are a strange entity. You travel by a means even I", "The unknown artist had been clever. From one angle they were animals,\n from another birds, from a third they were vaguely humanoid creatures,", "One of the men poked him with a stick, or tube of some kind. It did not\n hurt, but angered him. He left the chains by his own method of travel,", "When the symbols were repeated he pointed to each in turn, excitement\n mounting. He became so absorbed in doing this that he failed to notice\n how the wind devil drew closer and closer, but when he inhaled the", "earth to this fourth planet of the Centaurian system in an instant.\n It had happened so fast that he could almost feel the warm, humid\n Missouri air, though he was light years from Missouri.", "nature of physical law. They learned to separate the mind from the\n body. Then my people set a date. Our entire race was determined to free\n itself from the confines of the body. The date came.\"", "It was again going through its paces. Triangle, cube, rectangle,\n sphere. He watched, and when it became a triangle again, he smoothed", "\"They will not find us....\"\n\n\n A high-pitched keening burst suddenly around them. Stinson knew they\n had heard, or felt the sound for some time, that now its frequency was\n in an audible range.", "He touched the pencil-line scar behind his ear where the cylinder was\n buried, marveling at the power stored there, power to fling him from", "\"Yes, I know now. His voice sounds like thunder in the sky, but it is a\n voice that speaks only in the mind. He said I must leave this planet.\"", "only difference he could see at first sight was that they had webbed\n feet. All were dressed from the waist down only, in a shimmering skirt\n that sparkled as they moved. They walked with the grace of ballet", "brought, carried by four of the women. They laid it at his feet, and\n gestured for him to sit. He touched it cautiously, then sat.", "did not move, though, except to spin on its axis rapidly, emitting\n a high-pitched, scarcely audible whine, like a high speed motor. He\n judged it harmless.", "They saw him struggling. Two of the men came over and spoke to him in\n the musical language.\n\n\n \"My name is Stinson,\" he said, pointing to himself. \"I'm from the\n planet Earth.\"" ] ]

[ "Which is true about managed systems?", "What is the best representation of the author's view of human agency?", "What is the connection between places of work and the government discussed in the article?", "What is the role of the discussion of economic models?", "Which is likely the mot direct benefit of Google employees getting a day each week to be creative?", "What do Toyota and AT&T have in common? ", "Which of the following would the author consider the most useful system to add to a company's structure?", "Which is true about the role of trust in computing?" ]

[ [ "All of the actions in a process are performed by machines instead of humans", "There are always computers that require outside permission for the users to perform tasks", "There are clear team leaders but the rest of the hierarchy is more flexible", "The communication and innovation is lower because the workers have less flexibility" ], [ "Allowing human agency at specific points in a system allows it to be more flexible and adaptable", "Systems should only have space for human agency for those who have provem themselves in leadership positions", "Human agency should be allowed at all parts of a system, because it is only without structure that progress will be made", "It is not necessary for systems in places of work to have room for human agency, because structure makes them more productive" ], [ "The controlling governments show the same inclination towards fully-specified systems", "The more free systems such as democracies show more space for innovation than totalitarian governments", "The governments are in charge of the workplace systems so they are directly linked in any situation", "Innovation is only found to arise in situations where the government does not control the workplace systems" ], [ "Representing decisions with economic models only is not going to give the whole picture", "The profit margin difference for Toyota versus older car companies can be easily explained", "Tracking purchases of conoms over time can give an insight into other economic decisions", "Economists have a strong idea of where the flexible points in a system need to be" ], [ "Sparking their curiosity directly allows the workers to be more creative on their company-assigned tasks", "This allows them to take breaks and be more productive when they return to their primary projects during the week", "Allowing time for follow-up on side projects is an opportunity for innovation in areas where the company wasn't necessarily looking", "They feel like they have vacations so they put more effort into their work because they are well-treated" ], [ "They are examples of systems with different levels of control, more useful when contrasted than compared", "They both have tried to establish loosely-coupled systems, to varying degrees of success", "They are both run in newer, more flexible systems, with authority at edges of the system", "They are both fading names in the tech world in contemporary times" ], [ "A system that further specified job titles so that workers have a clearer sense of their responsibilities", "A system that increases communication across parts of a company ", "A system that gives employees opportunities to pursue college degrees when they're off the clock", "A system that gives everyone detailed lists of tasks so that they can use their brainpower on side projects" ], [ "Increased trust in computers and people is what allowed AT&T to rise in its day", "Adding more types of computing system reflects an increase in the trust that higher-ups have in their employees to innovate", "Adding more signposts for trust and approval in computing systems reflects a decrease in trust in their users", "Increased trust in computers allows for more components of systems to be automated than before" ] ]

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That is why we have seen many more systems", "agency, learning and adaptation, is as different from managed systems\n and perfect markets as the new Toyota is from the old General Motors, or\n as the Internet now is from AT&T then. The hallmarks of these newer", "that would have been seen, until recently, as too chaotic ever to work\n (and are still seen so be many). But it is time we acknowledge that\n systems work best by making work human.", "The idea was to eliminate human error and variability in the face of\n change by removing thinking to the system, and thus neutralizing the\n variability of the human beings who worked it. Few images captured that", "all communicate. The system is built on trust and a cooperative dynamic.\n The enterprise functions through a managerial control system, but also\n through social cooperation mechanisms built around teamwork and trust.", "rationalization took the form of ever-more complex managed systems, with\n crisp specification of roles, lines of authority, communication and\n control.", "security into the technical system, both at its core, in the network\n elements themselves, and at its periphery, through “trusted computing.”\n A “trusted computer” will, for example, not run a program or document", "tightly-bound systems. That is, the specifications and regularities of\n the system are such that they control or direct action and learning over\n time. Human agency, learning, communication and adaptation are minimized", "standing outside its constraints−a manager or systems designer. By\n contrast, loosely-coupled systems affirmatively eschew this level of\n control, and build in room for human agency, experimentation, failure,", "The increasing recognition of the limits of command-and-control systems\n led to a new approach; but it turned out to be a retrenchment, not an\n abandonment, of the goal of perfect rationalization of systems design,", "of constant, rapid change and complex global interactions. What we are\n seeing instead is the rise of human systems that increasingly shy away\n from either control or perfect pricing. Not that there isn’t control.", "which assumed much of the human away. What replaced planning and control\n in these systems was the myth of perfect markets. This was achieved\n through a hyper-simplification of human nature, wedded to mathematical", "and the systematic acceleration of innovation, make contemporary life a\n bit like a slow motion disaster, in one important respect. 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This is thought to be the most completely", "But let us also consider the system in question that has made this work\n possible, the Internet, and compare it to the design principles of the", "away from what human beings do best: look, think, innovate, adapt,\n discuss, learn, and repeat. That is why we have seen many more systems", "system and the IBM mainframe. For a moment in history, these large scale\n managed systems were achieving efficiencies that seemed to overwhelm\n competing models: from the Tennessee Valley Authority to Sputnik, from", "The idea was to eliminate human error and variability in the face of\n change by removing thinking to the system, and thus neutralizing the\n variability of the human beings who worked it. Few images captured that", "a stream of packets−was to be done by its edge devices, in this case\n computers owned by users. This system allowed the breathtaking rate of\n innovation that we have seen, while also creating certain", "which assumed much of the human away. What replaced planning and control\n in these systems was the myth of perfect markets. This was achieved\n through a hyper-simplification of human nature, wedded to mathematical", "goals consistent with a broader social concern than merely our own\n self-interest. The challenge of the near future is to build systems that\n will allow us to be largely free to inquire, experiment, learn and", "the mainstream of system design in the twentieth century, we must now\n turn our attention to building systems that support human sociality−our\n ability to think of others and their needs, and to choose for ourselves" ] ]

[ "What is the relationship between Meyerhoff and Zeckler?", "How does Meyerhoff feel about Zeckler?", "What did the Altairian's arrest Zeckler for?", "Why does Meyerhoff arrest Zeckler?", "Why do the Altairians let Zeckler go?", "Why don't the Altairians leave Altair I if it is so overpopulated?", "How do the Altairians treat the biggest liars?", "What does the Trading Commission want from the Altairians?" ]

[ [ "Meyerhoff is Zeckler's employee.", "Meyerhoff is Zeckler's employer.", "Meyerhoff is Zeckler's lawyer.", "Meyerhoff is Zeckler's Consulate representative." ], [ "Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is a fool.", "Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is a skilled con-man.", "Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is misunderstood.", "Meyerhoff thinks that Zeckler is an idiot." ], [ "They arrested him for selling the same plot of land to a dozen different Altairians.", "They arrested him for lying.", "They arrested him for disrespecting the Goddess.", "They arrested him for slaughtering twenty-three Altairians." ], [ "He arrests Zeckler for perjury.", "He arrests Zeckler for undermining the authority of the Terran Trading Commission.", "He arrests Zeckler for murdering eighteen Altairians.", "He arrests Zeckler for selling the same plot of land to a dozen different Altairians." ], [ "They let Zeckler go because he did not murder any Altairians.", "They let Zeckler go because he is the best liar.", "They let Zeckler go because Altairian law doesn't apply to Earthmen.", "They let Zeckler go because he converted to the religion of the Altairian Goddess." ], [ "They don't leave because they can only eat food grown on Altair I.", "The Goddess won't let them leave.", "They don't leave because no other planets will clear ships from Altair I for landing. Nobody likes liars.", "They don't leave because they have not achieved space travel." ], [ "The biggest liars are sent to Earth.", "The biggest liars can do whatever they want and get away with it.", "The biggest liars are thrown into a pit. There they are eaten by the Goddess.", "The biggest liars are hanged." ], [ "The Goddess", "Land", "Uranium", "Interplanetary rockets" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Look, Zeckler, the name is Meyerhoff, and I'm not your\n pal,\" Meyerhoff snapped. \"And you've been here for two", "Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. \"These charges,\" he\n whispered. \"They're insane!\"\n\n\n \"Of course they are,\" Meyerhoff whispered back.", "Zeckler puffed hungrily on a cigarette, and looked up at\n Meyerhoff with haunted eyes. \"It—it doesn't look so good,\"\n he muttered.", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. He brushed an imaginary\n lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. \"That—uh—jury", "\"I never saw him before in my life,\" Zeckler moaned to\n Meyerhoff. \"Listen to him! Why should I care where their\n Goddess—\"", "Meyerhoff stared at him. \"Oh, come now. Have you gone\n off your rocker completely? You've got a problem on your\n hands, man.\"", "Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his\n sallow face. His thin body fairly shook. He started hopping", "Meyerhoff stared at the little man with a mixture of pity and\n disgust. \"You are a prize fool,\" he said finally. \"Did you know\n that?\"", "Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement.\n \"Wait a minute,\" he said tensely. \"To tell them a lie", "Meyerhoff shifted uneasily. \"It's hard to say. It's been my\n experience that they respect him highly—maybe even fear him", "Zeckler fished in the other man's pocket, extracted a cigarette,\n and lighted it with trembling fingers. \"It's bad, then,\"\n he said finally.\n\n\n \"It's bad, all right.\"", "Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. \"You want\n to convict me,\" he said softly, \"in the worst sort of way. Isn't\n that right?\"", "Meyerhoff sank down beside the man, his voice a tense\n whisper in the musty cell. \"I mean that right now you are", "Zeckler puffed nervously on his cigarette, his narrow face\n a study in troubled concentration. \"But I didn't\ndo", "Zeckler was visibly shaken. \"Look,\" he said weakly, \"so I\n wasn't so smart. What am I going to do? I mean, are you", "Meyerhoff turned to him, and a twinkle of malignant glee\n appeared in his eyes. \"Yes, I think you will. I'm quite sure of\n it, in fact. Won't cost you a cent, either.\"", "Meyerhoff's eyes were worried, too. For some reason, he\n felt a surge of pity and admiration for the haggard con-man.", "Meyerhoff grinned at the little man's horrified face. \"Never\n heard of that, had you? And you've never heard of other things,", "Meyerhoff blinked. \"Well—yes. Oh, yes, they're perfectly\n logical.\"", "Meyerhoff wiped the perspiration from his forehead, and\n shot the little con-man a stony glance. \"At least you've got" ], [ "\"Look, Zeckler, the name is Meyerhoff, and I'm not your\n pal,\" Meyerhoff snapped. \"And you've been here for two", "Zeckler puffed hungrily on a cigarette, and looked up at\n Meyerhoff with haunted eyes. \"It—it doesn't look so good,\"\n he muttered.", "Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. \"These charges,\" he\n whispered. \"They're insane!\"\n\n\n \"Of course they are,\" Meyerhoff whispered back.", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. He brushed an imaginary\n lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. \"That—uh—jury", "\"I never saw him before in my life,\" Zeckler moaned to\n Meyerhoff. \"Listen to him! Why should I care where their\n Goddess—\"", "Meyerhoff's eyes were worried, too. For some reason, he\n felt a surge of pity and admiration for the haggard con-man.", "Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his\n sallow face. His thin body fairly shook. He started hopping", "Meyerhoff stared at the little man with a mixture of pity and\n disgust. \"You are a prize fool,\" he said finally. \"Did you know\n that?\"", "Meyerhoff shifted uneasily. \"It's hard to say. It's been my\n experience that they respect him highly—maybe even fear him", "Meyerhoff stared at him. \"Oh, come now. Have you gone\n off your rocker completely? You've got a problem on your\n hands, man.\"", "Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement.\n \"Wait a minute,\" he said tensely. \"To tell them a lie", "Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. \"You want\n to convict me,\" he said softly, \"in the worst sort of way. Isn't\n that right?\"", "The witness glowered at Zeckler. \"As I was saying before\n this loutish interruption,\" he muttered, \"I could see that I was", "Zeckler fished in the other man's pocket, extracted a cigarette,\n and lighted it with trembling fingers. \"It's bad, then,\"\n he said finally.\n\n\n \"It's bad, all right.\"", "Meyerhoff turned to him, and a twinkle of malignant glee\n appeared in his eyes. \"Yes, I think you will. I'm quite sure of\n it, in fact. Won't cost you a cent, either.\"", "Zeckler was visibly shaken. \"Look,\" he said weakly, \"so I\n wasn't so smart. What am I going to do? I mean, are you", "Zeckler frowned. \"And how do they regard the—the biggest\n liar? I mean, how do they feel toward him?\"", "Zeckler puffed nervously on his cigarette, his narrow face\n a study in troubled concentration. \"But I didn't\ndo", "Meyerhoff wiped the perspiration from his forehead, and\n shot the little con-man a stony glance. \"At least you've got", "Meyerhoff sank down beside the man, his voice a tense\n whisper in the musty cell. \"I mean that right now you are" ], [ "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. \"I mean precisely that.\n You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians", "\"We are reading the case of the people of Altair I,\" the\n judge's voice roared out, \"against one Harry Zeckler—\" he", "Altairians attempted to push through the door at once. Zeckler\n clamped on the headset to his translator unit, and watched the\n hubbub in the anteroom with growing alarm. Finally the question", "A choking sound came from Zeckler's throat. \"\nArrest!\n\"", "Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. \"You want\n to convict me,\" he said softly, \"in the worst sort of way. Isn't\n that right?\"", "Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. \"These charges,\" he\n whispered. \"They're insane!\"\n\n\n \"Of course they are,\" Meyerhoff whispered back.", "trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to\n oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial\n was awfully silly—until they got their money back, of course.", "Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement.\n \"Wait a minute,\" he said tensely. \"To tell them a lie", "and bribery—\" The judge pounded the bench for order—\"Espionage\n with the accursed scum of Altair II in preparation\n for interplanetary invasion.\"", "Zeckler spluttered. \"There's no evidence—you've got nothing\n on me! What kind of a frame are you trying to pull?\"", "Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard\n down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the\n dead, musty air with distaste. He drew his carefully tailored", "hereby accused of the following crimes,\" the judge bellowed.\n \"Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal\n murder of seventeen law-abiding citizens of the village of", "Zeckler fished in the other man's pocket, extracted a cigarette,\n and lighted it with trembling fingers. \"It's bad, then,\"\n he said finally.\n\n\n \"It's bad, all right.\"", "Zeckler puffed nervously on his cigarette, his narrow face\n a study in troubled concentration. \"But I didn't\ndo", "Altairian equivalent of a hungry grin at the prosecutor. Then\n he cleared his throat and started. \"This Terran riffraff—\"", "Zeckler stood up shakily. \"You can't believe anything the\n natives say,\" he said uneasily. \"They're pathological liars.", "Zeckler was visibly shaken. \"Look,\" he said weakly, \"so I\n wasn't so smart. What am I going to do? I mean, are you", "Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his\n sallow face. His thin body fairly shook. He started hopping", "\"I never saw him before in my life,\" Zeckler moaned to\n Meyerhoff. \"Listen to him! Why should I care where their\n Goddess—\"", "\"Your lives, your land, everything you hold dear,\" Zeckler\n said quickly, licking his lips nervously. \"You must try to" ], [ "Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. \"These charges,\" he\n whispered. \"They're insane!\"\n\n\n \"Of course they are,\" Meyerhoff whispered back.", "\"Look, Zeckler, the name is Meyerhoff, and I'm not your\n pal,\" Meyerhoff snapped. \"And you've been here for two", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. He brushed an imaginary\n lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. \"That—uh—jury", "Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. \"You want\n to convict me,\" he said softly, \"in the worst sort of way. Isn't\n that right?\"", "A choking sound came from Zeckler's throat. \"\nArrest!\n\"", "Zeckler puffed hungrily on a cigarette, and looked up at\n Meyerhoff with haunted eyes. \"It—it doesn't look so good,\"\n he muttered.", "\"Is that right? My goodness. You don't suppose they could\n have lost those papers, do you?\" Meyerhoff grinned at the\n little con-man. \"And incidentally, you're under arrest, you\n know.\"", "\"I never saw him before in my life,\" Zeckler moaned to\n Meyerhoff. \"Listen to him! Why should I care where their\n Goddess—\"", "Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement.\n \"Wait a minute,\" he said tensely. \"To tell them a lie", "Meyerhoff stared at him. \"Oh, come now. Have you gone\n off your rocker completely? You've got a problem on your\n hands, man.\"", "Zeckler puffed nervously on his cigarette, his narrow face\n a study in troubled concentration. \"But I didn't\ndo", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. \"I mean precisely that.\n You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians", "Zeckler spluttered. \"There's no evidence—you've got nothing\n on me! What kind of a frame are you trying to pull?\"", "Zeckler fished in the other man's pocket, extracted a cigarette,\n and lighted it with trembling fingers. \"It's bad, then,\"\n he said finally.\n\n\n \"It's bad, all right.\"", "Meyerhoff. \"They'll probably drop a little fine on me and let\n me go.\"", "Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his\n sallow face. His thin body fairly shook. He started hopping", "Meyerhoff stared at the little man with a mixture of pity and\n disgust. \"You are a prize fool,\" he said finally. \"Did you know\n that?\"", "Meyerhoff sank down beside the man, his voice a tense\n whisper in the musty cell. \"I mean that right now you are", "Zeckler was visibly shaken. \"Look,\" he said weakly, \"so I\n wasn't so smart. What am I going to do? I mean, are you", "Meyerhoff turned to him, and a twinkle of malignant glee\n appeared in his eyes. \"Yes, I think you will. I'm quite sure of\n it, in fact. Won't cost you a cent, either.\"" ], [ "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. \"I mean precisely that.\n You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians", "Altairians attempted to push through the door at once. Zeckler\n clamped on the headset to his translator unit, and watched the\n hubbub in the anteroom with growing alarm. Finally the question", "trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to\n oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial\n was awfully silly—until they got their money back, of course.", "Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement.\n \"Wait a minute,\" he said tensely. \"To tell them a lie", "\"We are reading the case of the people of Altair I,\" the\n judge's voice roared out, \"against one Harry Zeckler—\" he", "Zeckler stood up shakily. \"You can't believe anything the\n natives say,\" he said uneasily. \"They're pathological liars.", "Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard\n down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the\n dead, musty air with distaste. He drew his carefully tailored", "\"I never saw him before in my life,\" Zeckler moaned to\n Meyerhoff. \"Listen to him! Why should I care where their\n Goddess—\"", "But occasionally a situation arose where the civilization and\n social practices of the alien victims made it unwise to tamper", "Zeckler was visibly shaken. \"Look,\" he said weakly, \"so I\n wasn't so smart. What am I going to do? I mean, are you", "Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his\n sallow face. His thin body fairly shook. He started hopping", "Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. \"These charges,\" he\n whispered. \"They're insane!\"\n\n\n \"Of course they are,\" Meyerhoff whispered back.", "Meyerhoff turned on him fiercely. \"Oh, you got off just fine.\n You scared the living daylights out of them. And in an eon of", "\"Your lives, your land, everything you hold dear,\" Zeckler\n said quickly, licking his lips nervously. \"You must try to", "Zeckler fished in the other man's pocket, extracted a cigarette,\n and lighted it with trembling fingers. \"It's bad, then,\"\n he said finally.\n\n\n \"It's bad, all right.\"", "Zeckler's eyes widened. \"What do you mean, fool? So I\n spend a couple of weeks in this pneumonia trap. The deal was", "Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. \"You want\n to convict me,\" he said softly, \"in the worst sort of way. Isn't\n that right?\"", "Meyerhoff scowled, and turned abruptly to the guard. \"We'll\n have some privacy now, if you please. Interplanetary ruling.\n And leave us the light.\"", "chunk of land at the same time, all armed with title-deeds.\"\n Meyerhoff sighed. \"You've got twelve mad Altairians in your", "with them. Altair I had been recognized at once by the Trading\n Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value, but\n early reports had warned of the danger of wildcat trading on" ], [ "too. You've probably never heard that there are just too many\n Altairians here for the food their planet can supply, and their\n diet is so finicky that they just can't live on anything that", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. \"I mean precisely that.\n You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians", "he said, \"to go to the wrong planet when I first came to\n Altair from my homeland on Terra. I—I landed on Altair II,", "trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to\n oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial\n was awfully silly—until they got their money back, of course.", "worth it! I've got three million credits sitting in the Terran\n Consulate on Altair V, just waiting for me to walk in and pick\n them up. Three million credits—do you hear? That's enough", "amazed that it didn't occur to me first thing.\" He settled himself\n down comfortably in the control cabin of the Interplanetary\n Rocket and grinned at the outline of Altair IV looming larger", "Altairians attempted to push through the door at once. Zeckler\n clamped on the headset to his translator unit, and watched the\n hubbub in the anteroom with growing alarm. Finally the question", "planets. The first men in were the richest out, and\n through some curious quirk of the Terrestrial mind, they knew\n they could count on Terran protection, however crooked and", "But occasionally a situation arose where the civilization and\n social practices of the alien victims made it unwise to tamper", "chunk of land at the same time, all armed with title-deeds.\"\n Meyerhoff sighed. \"You've got twelve mad Altairians in your", "Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard\n down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the\n dead, musty air with distaste. He drew his carefully tailored", "hereby accused of the following crimes,\" the judge bellowed.\n \"Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal\n murder of seventeen law-abiding citizens of the village of", "Altairian stopped, producing a huge key ring from some obscure\n fold of his hairy hide. \"I still don't see any reason for", "with them. Altair I had been recognized at once by the Trading\n Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value, but\n early reports had warned of the danger of wildcat trading on", "Meyerhoff scowled, and turned abruptly to the guard. \"We'll\n have some privacy now, if you please. Interplanetary ruling.\n And leave us the light.\"", "lying they never have run up against a short-circuit like that.\n You've also completely botched any hope of ever setting up\n a trading alliance with Altair I, and that includes uranium, too.", "Altairian equivalent of a hungry grin at the prosecutor. Then\n he cleared his throat and started. \"This Terran riffraff—\"", "Terran gag about the Brooklyn Bridge? The same thing. Only\n these critters didn't want bridges. They wanted land—this\n gooey, slimy swamp they call 'farm land.' So I gave them", "off the planet for me. Why so much time? I've been\n sitting here rotting—\" He broke off in mid-sentence and stared\n at Meyerhoff. \"You\nbrought", "are sore about it. And the Terran Consulate isn't willing\n to sell all the trading possibilities here down the river just to\n get you out of a mess. You're going to stand trial—and these" ], [ "\"The biggest, most convincing liar wins. It's as simple as\n that. It doesn't matter how outlandish a whopper you tell.", "this\nstatement in your\n record, then.\" His voice was loud and clear in the still room.\n \"\nAll Earthmen are absolutely incapable of telling the truth.", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. \"I mean precisely that.\n You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians", "a little. After all, the most convincing liar always wins in any\n transaction, so he gets more land, more food, more power.\n Yes, I think the biggest liar could go where he pleased without", "Zeckler frowned. \"And how do they regard the—the biggest\n liar? I mean, how do they feel toward him?\"", "It's stupid, to them, silly, a mark of\n low intelligence. The only thing in the world they have any\n respect for is a liar bigger and more skillful than they are.\"", "Unless, of course, they've made up their minds that you just\n naturally aren't as big a liar as they are. And it looks like that's", "trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to\n oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial\n was awfully silly—until they got their money back, of course.", "liar—the prize liar of them all, but I had to tell the sort of lie\n that they simply could not cope with. Something that would\n throw them into such utter confusion that they wouldn't", "knew\nI was an Earthmen, which meant that my statement that\n Earthmen were liars was a lie, which meant that maybe I wasn't", "Altairian equivalent of a hungry grin at the prosecutor. Then\n he cleared his throat and started. \"This Terran riffraff—\"", "they're pathological! Only a fool would tell the truth when his\n life depended on his being a better liar than the next guy!\n Lying is the time-honored tradition, with their entire legal", "hereby accused of the following crimes,\" the judge bellowed.\n \"Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal\n murder of seventeen law-abiding citizens of the village of", "Zeckler stood up shakily. \"You can't believe anything the\n natives say,\" he said uneasily. \"They're pathological liars.", "Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard\n down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the\n dead, musty air with distaste. He drew his carefully tailored", "Zeckler sat in silence for a moment. \"This lying business,\"\n he said finally, \"exactly how does it work?\"", "Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement.\n \"Wait a minute,\" he said tensely. \"To tell them a lie", "Why, you should see what they tried to sell\nme\n! You've never\n seen such a pack of liars as these critters.\" He glanced up at", "\"A little fine of one Terran neck.\" Meyerhoff grinned nastily.\n \"You've committed the most heinous crime these creatures can", "and bribery—\" The judge pounded the bench for order—\"Espionage\n with the accursed scum of Altair II in preparation\n for interplanetary invasion.\"" ], [ "with them. Altair I had been recognized at once by the Trading\n Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value, but\n early reports had warned of the danger of wildcat trading on", "Meyerhoff grinned unpleasantly. \"I mean precisely that.\n You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians", "trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to\n oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial\n was awfully silly—until they got their money back, of course.", "are sore about it. And the Terran Consulate isn't willing\n to sell all the trading possibilities here down the river just to\n get you out of a mess. You're going to stand trial—and these", "worth it! I've got three million credits sitting in the Terran\n Consulate on Altair V, just waiting for me to walk in and pick\n them up. Three million credits—do you hear? That's enough", "Commission, that's all. I wouldn't get tangled up in a mess\n with those creatures for anything!\" He shook his head. \"You're", "lying they never have run up against a short-circuit like that.\n You've also completely botched any hope of ever setting up\n a trading alliance with Altair I, and that includes uranium, too.", "Altairian equivalent of a hungry grin at the prosecutor. Then\n he cleared his throat and started. \"This Terran riffraff—\"", "\"A little fine of one Terran neck.\" Meyerhoff grinned nastily.\n \"You've committed the most heinous crime these creatures can", "Altairians attempted to push through the door at once. Zeckler\n clamped on the headset to his translator unit, and watched the\n hubbub in the anteroom with growing alarm. Finally the question", "\"Oh, yes. Didn't I tell you? Conspiring to undermine the\n authority of the Terran Trading Commission. Serious charge,", "and bribery—\" The judge pounded the bench for order—\"Espionage\n with the accursed scum of Altair II in preparation\n for interplanetary invasion.\"", "too. You've probably never heard that there are just too many\n Altairians here for the food their planet can supply, and their\n diet is so finicky that they just can't live on anything that", "chunk of land at the same time, all armed with title-deeds.\"\n Meyerhoff sighed. \"You've got twelve mad Altairians in your", "Meyerhoff smiled coolly. \"You're going to get your sly little\n con-man brain to working, I think,\" he said softly. \"By Interplanetary", "Meyerhoff followed the huge, bear-like Altairian guard\n down the slippery flagstones of the corridor, sniffing the\n dead, musty air with distaste. He drew his carefully tailored", "Terran gag about the Brooklyn Bridge? The same thing. Only\n these critters didn't want bridges. They wanted land—this\n gooey, slimy swamp they call 'farm land.' So I gave them", "planets. The first men in were the richest out, and\n through some curious quirk of the Terrestrial mind, they knew\n they could count on Terran protection, however crooked and", "hereby accused of the following crimes,\" the judge bellowed.\n \"Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal\n murder of seventeen law-abiding citizens of the village of", "this\nstatement in your\n record, then.\" His voice was loud and clear in the still room.\n \"\nAll Earthmen are absolutely incapable of telling the truth." ] ]

[ "How many comanalysis sessions can someone undergo in one day?", "How does Bergstrom feel about Zarwell?", "How does the comanalysis process work?", "How does Zarwell feel about Bergstrom?", "Why doesn't Bergstrom alert the authorities that he has a wanted criminal, drugged and unconscious in his office?", "What is Bergstrom's relationship with Johnson?", "How did Zarwell lose his memories?", "Why doesn't Zarwell shoot Bergstrom?", "Why does Zarwell want to retire from overthrowing corrupt governments?" ]

[ [ "Four", "Two", "One", "Three" ], [ "Bergstrom thinks Zarwell is a dangerous man. He is thinking about turning Zarwell over to the authorities.", "Bergstrom thinks Zarwell is a very sick and confused individual. He is going to have Zarwell committed.", "Bergstrom hates Zarwell. He is planning to kill Zarwell during the next therapy session.", "Bergstrom admires Zarwell. He wants Zarwell to help him plan a government revolution." ], [ "The patient is drugged and put in a wave machine so that they can relax and get insomnia relief.", "The patient is drugged and experiences hallucinations to help cope with past trauma.", "The patient is drugged to put them in a relaxed state so that they can recover lost memories.", "The patient is drugged and put in a sponge-like material. This makes the patient relaxed enough to sleep and dream." ], [ "Zarwell is afraid of Bergstrom. The dreams induced by Bergstrom's drugs grow more and more disturbing.", "Zarwell is suspicious of Bergstrom. Bergstrom always seems to be uncomfortable in Zarwell's presence.", "Zarwell is suspicious of Bergstrom. He's sure Bergstrom has been tampering with his memories.", "Zarwell thinks Bergstrom is an alright guy. However, Zarwell isn't interested in making friends. He just wants to retire in anonymity." ], [ "Bergstrom is Zarwell's partner and is wants Zarwell to regain his memories.", "Bergstrom is a fan of Zarwell. He thinks Zarwell would overthrow the current dictatorship if Zarwell could regain his memories.", "Bergstrom is afraid Zarwell might wake early and kill him before the authorities arrive.", "Bergstrom wants Zarwell to meet with some people to overthrow the current dictatorship." ], [ "Johnson is the dictator of St. Martin's where Bergstrom lives.", "Johnson is the client paying Bergstrom to retrieve \nZarwell's memories.", "Johnson is the man Bergstrom wants Zarwell to help overthrow the dictator.", "Johnson is Bergstrom's boss." ], [ "A soldier hit Zarwell in the head with the butt of a gun, leaving him with amnesia.", "Zarwell was knocked unconscious when a building collapsed around him. He awoke with amnesia.", "Zarwell had his memories removed so he could get out of the revolution business.", "A bullet grazed Zarwell's head during the last revolution, leaving him with amnesia." ], [ "Zarwell may have been a killer in the old life, but not now.", "Zarwell is trying to start a new life. He doesn't want to kill anymore.", "Zarwell is a freedom fighter, not a cold-blooded killer.", "Zarwell likes Bergstrom. They are friends." ], [ "Zarwell met the love of his life and wants to spend his days in peace.", "Often the new government becomes just as oppressive as the old one.", "Zarwell is getting too old to fight.", "Zarwell has become ill and can no longer fight the good fight." ] ]

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[ [ "paper on his desk. “I think that will\n be enough for today. Twice in one\n sitting is about all we ever try.\n Otherwise some particular episode", "go on. Do you feel able to try another\n comanalysis this afternoon\n yet?”", "might cause undue mental stress,\n and set up a block.” He glanced\n down at his appointment pad. “Tomorrow\n at two, then?”", "calmly, even allowed himself to\n relax. “You’re still pretty much in\n the fog about yourself. I read more\n in those comanalyses than you did.", "The feeling was still with him\n when he returned to the psychoanalyst.\nTHE scene this time was more\n kaleidoscopic, less personal.", "his voice went on, seeming to come\n from a great distance, “a doctor\n had to spend weeks, sometimes\n months or years interviewing a", "explain. This work is so routine to\n me that sometimes I forget it’s all\n new to a patient. Actually what you\n experienced under the drug were", "John Zarwell shook his head.\n “Did I talk while I was under?”\n\n\n “Oh, yes. You were supposed to.\n That way I follow pretty well what\n you’re reenacting.”", "clothed, on his bed. The visit to the\n analyst had done nothing to dispel\n his ennui.\n[p\n 139", "of his normally alert gaze. “I see\n no connection,” he decided, his\n words once again precise and meticulous.\n “We don’t have enough to", "patient. If he was skilled enough,\n he could sort the relevancies from\n the vast amount of chaff. We are\n able now, with the help of the", "THE sun was still high when\n Zarwell left the analyst’s office.\n The white marble of the city’s\n buildings shimmered in the afternoon", "he seemed satisfied, and he let himself\n settle back against the cushion\n of his chair. “I remember nothing\n of what I saw,” he observed.", "one eye twitched spasmodically.\n One cheek wore a frozen quarter\n smile. Thirty-six hours under the\n paralysis was longer than advisable.", "“That’s why you’re here, you\n know,” Bergstrom answered. “To\n help you remember.”\n\n\n “But everything under the drug\n is so …”", "“Haphazard? That’s true. The\n recall episodes are always purely\n random, with no chronological sequence.\n Our problem will be to reassemble\n them in proper order\n later. Or some particular scene may\n trigger a complete memory return.", "One step more. Taking the syringe\n from his pocket, he plunged\n the needle into his forearm and\n tossed the instrument down a\n waste chute. He took three more\n steps and paused uncertainly.", "twelve hours a day. They are poorly\n housed\n , poorly fed, poorly clothed.\n They …”", "into that later. For today I think\n we have done enough. This episode\n was quite prolonged.”", "have shown to be true. Conversely\n then, what you think you remember\n must be false. It must have been\n implanted there. But we can go" ], [ "Zarwell’s expression became\n wary. He watched Bergstrom\n closely. After a minute, however,", "Bergstrom obviously realized\n how close he was to death. Yet\n surprisingly, after the first start,\n he showed little fear. Zarwell had", "While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom\n pressed his advantage. “One\n more scene might do it,” he said.\n “Should we try again—if you trust\n me, that is?”", "“I’m not a professional do-gooder.”\n Zarwell’s tone appealed\n to Bergstrom for understanding. “I", "Bergstrom was waiting in his office\n when Zarwell arrived that\n evening.\nHE was lying motionless on a", "Bergstrom did not argue as he\n left.\nRESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell\n from his flat the next day—a", "“I’m glad to hear that,” Bergstrom\n assured him. “Now that\n you’re well again I’d like to introduce\n you to a man named Vernon\n Johnson. This world …”", "The man nodded.\n\n\n Zarwell tried to feel the anger he\n wanted to feel, but somehow it\n would not come. “We have nothing\n to talk about,” was the best he\n could manage.", "“A good man must have done\n that job on your mind,” Bergstrom\n commented. “I’d have hesitated to\n try it myself. It must have taken a\n lot of trust on your part.”", "The next morning when Zarwell\n awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.\n The feeling was there\n again, like a scene waiting only to", "“That’s right.” Bergstrom\n thought for a moment. “We\n shouldn’t let this hang too long.\n Could you come here after work\n tomorrow?”\n\n\n “I suppose I could.”", "Weary but resigned he accepted\n it, and did what he had to do …\nBERGSTROM was regarding\nhim with speculative scrutiny.\n “You’ve had quite a past, apparently,”\n he observed.", "Bergstrom had his bad moment.\n “You’re not going to …” he began\n at the sight of the gun. He tried\n again. “You must be joking.”", "Zarwell stopped him with an upraised\n hand. “Good God, man, can’t\n you see the reason for all this? I’m\n tired. I’m trying to quit.”", "“Fine,” Bergstrom said with satisfaction.\n “I’ll admit I’m considerably\n more than casually interested", "Zarwell made his decision quickly.\n “Go ahead,” he answered.\nALL Zarwell’s attention seemed\n on the cigar he lit as he rode", "“It is my considered opinion,”\n Bergstrom went on, “that your lost\n memory will turn out to be no ordinary\n amnesia. I believe we will find\n that your mind has been tampered\n with.”", "[p\n 141\n ]\n\n Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment.\n “At least in my dreams.”", "Zarwell did not answer. His\n memory seemed on the point of\n complete return, and he sat quietly,\n hopefully. However, nothing more\n came and he returned his attention\n to his more immediate problem.", "Bergstrom shook his head. “I\n know it’s been broken before. But\n you need me. You’re not through,\n you know. If you killed me you’d\n still have to trust some other\n analyst.”" ], [ "calmly, even allowed himself to\n relax. “You’re still pretty much in\n the fog about yourself. I read more\n in those comanalyses than you did.", "go on. Do you feel able to try another\n comanalysis this afternoon\n yet?”", "patient. If he was skilled enough,\n he could sort the relevancies from\n the vast amount of chaff. We are\n able now, with the help of the", "of his normally alert gaze. “I see\n no connection,” he decided, his\n words once again precise and meticulous.\n “We don’t have enough to", "]\n jig-saw. In time it will fit into\n place.” He paused. “It means no\n more to you than the first, I suppose?”", "The feeling was still with him\n when he returned to the psychoanalyst.\nTHE scene this time was more\n kaleidoscopic, less personal.", "explain. This work is so routine to\n me that sometimes I forget it’s all\n new to a patient. Actually what you\n experienced under the drug were", "“Q\n UITE ingenious,” Graves\n murmured admiringly. “You\n had your mind already preconditioned\n for the shot. But why would", "Bergstrom shook his head. “I\n know it’s been broken before. But\n you need me. You’re not through,\n you know. If you killed me you’d\n still have to trust some other\n analyst.”", "his voice went on, seeming to come\n from a great distance, “a doctor\n had to spend weeks, sometimes\n months or years interviewing a", "“No.” Bergstrom was angry now.\n “But use that logical mind you’re\n supposed to have! Scenes before", "The starch went out of his legs.\n“D\n O you make anything out of\n it?” the psychoanalyst Milton\n Bergstrom, asked.", "]", "paper on his desk. “I think that will\n be enough for today. Twice in one\n sitting is about all we ever try.\n Otherwise some particular episode", "“A good man must have done\n that job on your mind,” Bergstrom\n commented. “I’d have hesitated to\n try it myself. It must have taken a\n lot of trust on your part.”", "The big man belched. “You’re\n supposed to be great stuff in a situation\n like this,” he said, his smoke-tan\n face splitting in a grin that revealed\n large square teeth. “How\n about giving me a sample?”", "clothed, on his bed. The visit to the\n analyst had done nothing to dispel\n his ennui.\n[p\n 139", "possible with arm leverage. As the\n big man drew his chair nearer, he\n made the hand farthest from him\n tight and compact and worked it", "He brought his hands up and joined\n the tips of his fingers against his\n chest. “But it’s another piece in the\n [p\n 138", "A weapon beautiful in its efficient\n simplicity.\n\n\n He should know all about the\n instrument, its purpose and workings,\n but he could not bring his\n thoughts into rational focus. His\n forehead creased with his mental\n effort." ], [ "Zarwell’s expression became\n wary. He watched Bergstrom\n closely. After a minute, however,", "While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom\n pressed his advantage. “One\n more scene might do it,” he said.\n “Should we try again—if you trust\n me, that is?”", "“I’m not a professional do-gooder.”\n Zarwell’s tone appealed\n to Bergstrom for understanding. “I", "Bergstrom obviously realized\n how close he was to death. Yet\n surprisingly, after the first start,\n he showed little fear. Zarwell had", "Bergstrom was waiting in his office\n when Zarwell arrived that\n evening.\nHE was lying motionless on a", "Bergstrom did not argue as he\n left.\nRESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell\n from his flat the next day—a", "The man nodded.\n\n\n Zarwell tried to feel the anger he\n wanted to feel, but somehow it\n would not come. “We have nothing\n to talk about,” was the best he\n could manage.", "“I’m glad to hear that,” Bergstrom\n assured him. “Now that\n you’re well again I’d like to introduce\n you to a man named Vernon\n Johnson. This world …”", "The next morning when Zarwell\n awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.\n The feeling was there\n again, like a scene waiting only to", "Zarwell stopped him with an upraised\n hand. “Good God, man, can’t\n you see the reason for all this? I’m\n tired. I’m trying to quit.”", "Zarwell made his decision quickly.\n “Go ahead,” he answered.\nALL Zarwell’s attention seemed\n on the cigar he lit as he rode", "Weary but resigned he accepted\n it, and did what he had to do …\nBERGSTROM was regarding\nhim with speculative scrutiny.\n “You’ve had quite a past, apparently,”\n he observed.", "“A good man must have done\n that job on your mind,” Bergstrom\n commented. “I’d have hesitated to\n try it myself. It must have taken a\n lot of trust on your part.”", "His captor’s broad face jeered\n down at Zarwell. “Have a good\n sleep?” he asked with mock solicitude.\n Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge\n that he heard.", "Zarwell turned and studied the\n man without answering. He was\n medium tall, with the body of an\n athlete, though perhaps ten years", "[p\n 141\n ]\n\n Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment.\n “At least in my dreams.”", "Zarwell did not answer. His\n memory seemed on the point of\n complete return, and he sat quietly,\n hopefully. However, nothing more\n came and he returned his attention\n to his more immediate problem.", "Zarwell’s eyebrows raised.\n\n\n “Who am I?” he asked, very interested\n now. Without attention he\n put his pistol away in a trouser\n pocket.", "“Fine,” Bergstrom said with satisfaction.\n “I’ll admit I’m considerably\n more than casually interested", "Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to\n observe his surroundings.\n\n\n It was a mistake. “He’s out of\n it,” the first speaker said, and Zarwell\n allowed his eyes to open fully." ], [ "Bergstrom was waiting in his office\n when Zarwell arrived that\n evening.\nHE was lying motionless on a", "“That’s right.” Bergstrom\n thought for a moment. “We\n shouldn’t let this hang too long.\n Could you come here after work\n tomorrow?”\n\n\n “I suppose I could.”", "Bergstrom had his bad moment.\n “You’re not going to …” he began\n at the sight of the gun. He tried\n again. “You must be joking.”", "Bergstrom shook his head. “I\n know it’s been broken before. But\n you need me. You’re not through,\n you know. If you killed me you’d\n still have to trust some other\n analyst.”", "“Good.” Bergstrom rose. “The\n serum is quite harmless, John.” He\n maintained a professional diversionary\n chatter as he administered\n the drug. “A scopolamine derivative\n that’s been well tested.”", "“It is my considered opinion,”\n Bergstrom went on, “that your lost\n memory will turn out to be no ordinary\n amnesia. I believe we will find\n that your mind has been tampered\n with.”", "“A good man must have done\n that job on your mind,” Bergstrom\n commented. “I’d have hesitated to\n try it myself. It must have taken a\n lot of trust on your part.”", "Weary but resigned he accepted\n it, and did what he had to do …\nBERGSTROM was regarding\nhim with speculative scrutiny.\n “You’ve had quite a past, apparently,”\n he observed.", "“No.” Bergstrom was angry now.\n “But use that logical mind you’re\n supposed to have! Scenes before", "“That’s why you’re here, you\n know,” Bergstrom answered. “To\n help you remember.”\n\n\n “But everything under the drug\n is so …”", "Bergstrom obviously realized\n how close he was to death. Yet\n surprisingly, after the first start,\n he showed little fear. Zarwell had", "Zarwell’s expression became\n wary. He watched Bergstrom\n closely. After a minute, however,", "He was not a talking man, Bergstrom\n reflected. It was more than\n reticence, however. The man had", "“I’m glad to hear that,” Bergstrom\n assured him. “Now that\n you’re well again I’d like to introduce\n you to a man named Vernon\n Johnson. This world …”", "“I’m not a professional do-gooder.”\n Zarwell’s tone appealed\n to Bergstrom for understanding. “I", "“Because you’re no mad-dog\n killer!” Now that the crisis seemed\n to be past, Bergstrom spoke more", "Bergstrom continued talking,\n with practiced urbanity. “When\n psychiatry was a less exact science,”", "While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom\n pressed his advantage. “One\n more scene might do it,” he said.\n “Should we try again—if you trust\n me, that is?”", "Bergstrom did not argue as he\n left.\nRESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell\n from his flat the next day—a", "“That’s what makes me so certain,”\n Bergstrom said confidently.\n “You don’t remember what we" ], [ "“I’m glad to hear that,” Bergstrom\n assured him. “Now that\n you’re well again I’d like to introduce\n you to a man named Vernon\n Johnson. This world …”", "Bergstrom had his bad moment.\n “You’re not going to …” he began\n at the sight of the gun. He tried\n again. “You must be joking.”", "Bergstrom obviously realized\n how close he was to death. Yet\n surprisingly, after the first start,\n he showed little fear. Zarwell had", "Zarwell’s expression became\n wary. He watched Bergstrom\n closely. After a minute, however,", "“That’s right.” Bergstrom\n thought for a moment. “We\n shouldn’t let this hang too long.\n Could you come here after work\n tomorrow?”\n\n\n “I suppose I could.”", "Bergstrom was waiting in his office\n when Zarwell arrived that\n evening.\nHE was lying motionless on a", "He was not a talking man, Bergstrom\n reflected. It was more than\n reticence, however. The man had", "Weary but resigned he accepted\n it, and did what he had to do …\nBERGSTROM was regarding\nhim with speculative scrutiny.\n “You’ve had quite a past, apparently,”\n he observed.", "“A good man must have done\n that job on your mind,” Bergstrom\n commented. “I’d have hesitated to\n try it myself. It must have taken a\n lot of trust on your part.”", "Bergstrom brushed the question\n aside with one hand. “Your name\n makes little difference. You’ve used", "Bergstrom shook his head. “I\n know it’s been broken before. But\n you need me. You’re not through,\n you know. If you killed me you’d\n still have to trust some other\n analyst.”", "Bergstrom’s neat-boned, fair-skinned\n face betrayed no emotion\n other than an introspective stillness", "Bergstrom continued talking,\n with practiced urbanity. “When\n psychiatry was a less exact science,”", "“It is my considered opinion,”\n Bergstrom went on, “that your lost\n memory will turn out to be no ordinary\n amnesia. I believe we will find\n that your mind has been tampered\n with.”", "“Fine,” Bergstrom said with satisfaction.\n “I’ll admit I’m considerably\n more than casually interested", "[p\n 147\n ]\n beyond the age of sports. He had\n a manner of contained energy.\n “You’re Johnson?” he asked.", "“Good.” Bergstrom rose. “The\n serum is quite harmless, John.” He\n maintained a professional diversionary\n chatter as he administered\n the drug. “A scopolamine derivative\n that’s been well tested.”", "“I’m not a professional do-gooder.”\n Zarwell’s tone appealed\n to Bergstrom for understanding. “I", "Bergstrom did not argue as he\n left.\nRESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell\n from his flat the next day—a", "The stranger face smiled approvingly\n at him.\n“O\n DD,” Bergstrom said." ], [ "Zarwell did not answer. His\n memory seemed on the point of\n complete return, and he sat quietly,\n hopefully. However, nothing more\n came and he returned his attention\n to his more immediate problem.", "[p\n 146\n ]\n\n “Trust and money,” Zarwell said\n drily.\n\n\n “Your memory’s back then?”", "The words tumbled down from\n above. They faded, were gone.\nZARWELL found himself\nstanding on a vast plain. There was", "The next morning when Zarwell\n awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.\n The feeling was there\n again, like a scene waiting only to", "Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to\n observe his surroundings.\n\n\n It was a mistake. “He’s out of\n it,” the first speaker said, and Zarwell\n allowed his eyes to open fully.", "Zarwell’s eyebrows raised.\n\n\n “Who am I?” he asked, very interested\n now. Without attention he\n put his pistol away in a trouser\n pocket.", "Time passed, without visible\n break in the panorama. Now Zarwell\n was fleeing, pursued by the", "John Zarwell shook his head.\n “Did I talk while I was under?”\n\n\n “Oh, yes. You were supposed to.\n That way I follow pretty well what\n you’re reenacting.”", "“It is my considered opinion,”\n Bergstrom went on, “that your lost\n memory will turn out to be no ordinary\n amnesia. I believe we will find\n that your mind has been tampered\n with.”", "The man nodded.\n\n\n Zarwell tried to feel the anger he\n wanted to feel, but somehow it\n would not come. “We have nothing\n to talk about,” was the best he\n could manage.", "While their attention was away\n from him Zarwell had unobtrusively\n loosened his bonds as much as", "A village was being ravaged.\n Men struggled and died in the\n streets. Zarwell moved among\n them, seldom taking part in the\n individual clashes, yet a moving\n force in the\n conflict\n .", "the hands about his neck. When\n that failed to break the grip he suddenly\n reversed his weight and\n drove his fist at Zarwell’s head.", "His captor’s broad face jeered\n down at Zarwell. “Have a good\n sleep?” he asked with mock solicitude.\n Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge\n that he heard.", "The grin faded from the oily face\n as the man stood up. He leaned over\n the cot—and Zarwell’s left hand\n shot up and locked about his throat,\n joined almost immediately by the\n right.", "[p\n 141\n ]\n\n Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment.\n “At least in my dreams.”", "Zarwell made his decision quickly.\n “Go ahead,” he answered.\nALL Zarwell’s attention seemed\n on the cigar he lit as he rode", "Zarwell stopped him with an upraised\n hand. “Good God, man, can’t\n you see the reason for all this? I’m\n tired. I’m trying to quit.”", "The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet\n assumed abruptly the near transfluent\n consistency of a damp\n sponge. It rose in a foot-high wave\n and rolled gently toward the far\n wall.", "to fit the world for human\n needs. When Zarwell arrived, six\n months before, the vitalized area\n already extended three hundred\n miles along the coast, and sixty" ], [ "While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom\n pressed his advantage. “One\n more scene might do it,” he said.\n “Should we try again—if you trust\n me, that is?”", "“I’m not a professional do-gooder.”\n Zarwell’s tone appealed\n to Bergstrom for understanding. “I", "Bergstrom obviously realized\n how close he was to death. Yet\n surprisingly, after the first start,\n he showed little fear. Zarwell had", "Zarwell’s expression became\n wary. He watched Bergstrom\n closely. After a minute, however,", "Bergstrom was waiting in his office\n when Zarwell arrived that\n evening.\nHE was lying motionless on a", "Bergstrom had his bad moment.\n “You’re not going to …” he began\n at the sight of the gun. He tried\n again. “You must be joking.”", "Bergstrom did not argue as he\n left.\nRESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell\n from his flat the next day—a", "“Because you’re no mad-dog\n killer!” Now that the crisis seemed\n to be past, Bergstrom spoke more", "Zarwell stopped him with an upraised\n hand. “Good God, man, can’t\n you see the reason for all this? I’m\n tired. I’m trying to quit.”", "Zarwell’s eyebrows raised.\n\n\n “Who am I?” he asked, very interested\n now. Without attention he\n put his pistol away in a trouser\n pocket.", "Bergstrom shook his head. “I\n know it’s been broken before. But\n you need me. You’re not through,\n you know. If you killed me you’d\n still have to trust some other\n analyst.”", "Zarwell debated with himself the\n truth of what the other had said.\n “Why didn’t you turn me in?” he\n asked.", "The man nodded.\n\n\n Zarwell tried to feel the anger he\n wanted to feel, but somehow it\n would not come. “We have nothing\n to talk about,” was the best he\n could manage.", "Zarwell made his decision quickly.\n “Go ahead,” he answered.\nALL Zarwell’s attention seemed\n on the cigar he lit as he rode", "“I’m glad to hear that,” Bergstrom\n assured him. “Now that\n you’re well again I’d like to introduce\n you to a man named Vernon\n Johnson. This world …”", "“No.” Bergstrom was angry now.\n “But use that logical mind you’re\n supposed to have! Scenes before", "Zarwell did not answer. His\n memory seemed on the point of\n complete return, and he sat quietly,\n hopefully. However, nothing more\n came and he returned his attention\n to his more immediate problem.", "The next morning when Zarwell\n awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.\n The feeling was there\n again, like a scene waiting only to", "“A good man must have done\n that job on your mind,” Bergstrom\n commented. “I’d have hesitated to\n try it myself. It must have taken a\n lot of trust on your part.”", "Time passed, without visible\n break in the panorama. Now Zarwell\n was fleeing, pursued by the" ], [ "Zarwell stopped him with an upraised\n hand. “Good God, man, can’t\n you see the reason for all this? I’m\n tired. I’m trying to quit.”", "Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to\n observe his surroundings.\n\n\n It was a mistake. “He’s out of\n it,” the first speaker said, and Zarwell\n allowed his eyes to open fully.", "“I’m not a professional do-gooder.”\n Zarwell’s tone appealed\n to Bergstrom for understanding. “I", "The next morning when Zarwell\n awoke he lay for a moment, unmoving.\n The feeling was there\n again, like a scene waiting only to", "Zarwell did not answer. His\n memory seemed on the point of\n complete return, and he sat quietly,\n hopefully. However, nothing more\n came and he returned his attention\n to his more immediate problem.", "Zarwell’s eyebrows raised.\n\n\n “Who am I?” he asked, very interested\n now. Without attention he\n put his pistol away in a trouser\n pocket.", "The man nodded.\n\n\n Zarwell tried to feel the anger he\n wanted to feel, but somehow it\n would not come. “We have nothing\n to talk about,” was the best he\n could manage.", "Time passed, without visible\n break in the panorama. Now Zarwell\n was fleeing, pursued by the", "Zarwell made his decision quickly.\n “Go ahead,” he answered.\nALL Zarwell’s attention seemed\n on the cigar he lit as he rode", "His captor’s broad face jeered\n down at Zarwell. “Have a good\n sleep?” he asked with mock solicitude.\n Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge\n that he heard.", "to fit the world for human\n needs. When Zarwell arrived, six\n months before, the vitalized area\n already extended three hundred\n miles along the coast, and sixty", "Zarwell found himself not listening\n as Johnson’s voice went on. The\n story was always the same. But why\n did they always try to drag him into\n their troubles?", "A village was being ravaged.\n Men struggled and died in the\n streets. Zarwell moved among\n them, seldom taking part in the\n individual clashes, yet a moving\n force in the\n conflict\n .", "“… and we need your help.”\n Johnson had finished his speech.\n\n\n Zarwell gazed up at the bright\n sky. He pulled in a long breath,\n and let it out in a sigh.", "government. I helped organize a\n movement to get them out. There\n was some bloodshed, but it went\n quite well. Several months later an\n unofficial envoy from another", "[p\n 146\n ]\n\n “Trust and money,” Zarwell said\n drily.\n\n\n “Your memory’s back then?”", "While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom\n pressed his advantage. “One\n more scene might do it,” he said.\n “Should we try again—if you trust\n me, that is?”", "[p\n 141\n ]\n\n Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment.\n “At least in my dreams.”", "Zarwell debated with himself the\n truth of what the other had said.\n “Why didn’t you turn me in?” he\n asked.", "Zarwell was not the leader of the\n invaders, only a lesser figure in the\n rebellion. But he had played a leading\n part in the planning of the\n strategy that led to the city’s fall.\n The job had been well done." ] ]

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[ [ "I want to point out that Sharism is not Communism, nor Socialism. As for\n those die- hard Communists we know, they have often abused people’s", "Sharism. Sharism suggests a re-orientation of personal values. We see it\n in User Generated Content. It is the pledge of Creative Commons. It is", "Sharism is totally based on your own consensus. It’s not a very hard\n concept to understand, especially since copyleft movements like the Free\n Software Foundation and Creative Commons have been around for years.", "the majority. Since Sharism can improve communication, collaboration and\n mutual understanding, I believe it has a place within the educational\n system. Sharism can be applied to any cultural discourse, CoP (Community", "The more people who create in the spirit of Sharism, the easier it will\n be to attain well- balanced and equitable Social Media that is woven by\n people themselves. Media won’t be controlled by any single person but", "in the plans of future-oriented cultural initiatives. Sharism is also a\n mental practice that anyone can try, a social-psychological attitude to\n transform a wide and isolated world into a super-smart Social Brain.", "property. Under Sharism, you can keep ownership, if you want. But I like\n to share. And this is how I choose to spread ideas, and prosperity", "Sharism in our closed culture.\nLocal Practice, Global Gain\nIf you happened to lose your Sharism in a bad educational or cultural", "Sharism: A Mind Revolution\nWith the People of the World Wide Web communicating more fully and\n freely in Social Media while rallying a Web 2.0 content boom, the inner", "setting, it’s hard to get it back. But it’s not impossible. A\n persistence of practice can lead to a full recovery. You can think of\n Sharism as a spiritual practice. But you must practice everyday.", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "People generally like to share what they create, but in a culture that\n tells them to be protective of their ideas, people start to believe in\n the danger of sharing. Then Sharism will be degraded in their mind and", "The Neuron Doctrine\nSharism is encoded in the Human Genome. Although eclipsed by the many\n pragmatisms of daily life, the theory of Sharism finds basis in", "easier to re-share those works in new online ecosystems.\nThe Spirit of the Web, a Social Brain\nSharism is the Spirit of the Age of Web 2.0. It has the consistency of a", "everyone. You yourself can be both producer and consumer in such a\n system.\nSharism Safeguards Your Rights\nStill, many questions will be raised about Sharism as an initiative in", "Representative democracy will become more timely and diligent, because\n we will represent ourselves within the system.\nSharism will result in better social justice. In a healthy sharing", "but you can amplify it with new technologies. Enlist some people from\n your network and invite them into a new social application. At first it\n might be hard to feel the gains of Sharism. The true test then is to see", "not encouraged in their society. But if we can encourage someone to\n share, her sharing paths will stay open. Sharism will be kept in her\n mind as a memory and an instinct. If in the future she faces a creative", "naturalized Epistemology and modernized Axiology, but also promises the\n power of a new Internet philosophy. Sharism will transform the world\n into an emergent Social Brain: a networked hybrid of people and", "fast as a mouse-click. You should get to know the Sharism-You. You’re\n about to become popular, and fast\nThis brings us to the fourth and final type of return. It has a meaning" ], [ "neurons. A neuron is not a simple organic cell, but a very powerful,\n electrically excitable biological processor. Groups of neurons form\n vastly interconnected networks, which, by changing the strength of the", "synapses between cells, can process information, and learn. A neuron, by\n sharing chemical signals with its neighbors, can be integrated into more\n meaningful patterns that keep the neuron active and alive. Moreover,", "such a simple logic can be iterated and amplified, since all neurons\n work on a similar principle of connecting and sharing. Originally, the\n brain is quite open. A neural network exists to share activity and", "neuroscience and its study of the working model of the human brain.\n Although we can’t entirely say how the brain works as a whole, we do\n have a model of the functional mechanism of the nervous system and its", "social neurons are, the better the sharing environment will be for all\n people. The more collective our intelligence, the wiser our actions will\n be. People have always found better solutions through conversations. Now", "micro-attitudes, from neuron to neuron and person to person, can result\n in observable behavior. It is easy to tell if a person, a group, a", "software. We are Networked Neurons connected by the synapses of Social\n Software.\nThis is an evolutionary leap, a small step for us and a giant one for", "information, and I believe this model of the brain should inspire ideas\n and decisions about human networks.\nThus, our brain supports sharing in its very system-nature. This has", "The Neuron Doctrine\nSharism is encoded in the Human Genome. Although eclipsed by the many\n pragmatisms of daily life, the theory of Sharism finds basis in", "choice, her choice will be, “Share.”\nThese mind-switches are too subtle to be felt. But since the brain, and\n society, is a connected system, the accumulation of these", "is even more apparent. The future world will be a hybrid of human and\n machine that will generate better and faster decisions anytime,\n anywhere. The flow of information between minds will become more", "of addiction. It’s an impulse to share. It’s the energy of the memes\n that want to be passed from mouth to mouth and mind to mind. It’s more", "human society. With new “hairy” emergent technologies sprouting all\n around us, we can generate higher connectivities and increase the\n throughput of our social links. The more open and strongly connected we", "naturalized Epistemology and modernized Axiology, but also promises the\n power of a new Internet philosophy. Sharism will transform the world\n into an emergent Social Brain: a networked hybrid of people and", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "connect to each other with RSS, hyperlinks, comments, trackbacks and\n quotes. The small-scale granularity of the content can fill discrete\n gaps in experience and thus record a new human history. Once you become", "in the plans of future-oriented cultural initiatives. Sharism is also a\n mental practice that anyone can try, a social-psychological attitude to\n transform a wide and isolated world into a super-smart Social Brain.", "idea-forming-process is not linear, but more like an avalanche of\n amplifications along the thinking path. It moves with the momentum of a\n creative snowball. If your internal cognitive system encourages sharing,", "flexible and more productive. These vast networks of sharing will create\n a new social order−A Mind Revolution!", "expression. But once blogs reached the tipping point, they expanded into\n the blogosphere. This required a more delicate social networking system\n and content- sharing architecture. But people now understand that they" ], [ "neurons. A neuron is not a simple organic cell, but a very powerful,\n electrically excitable biological processor. Groups of neurons form\n vastly interconnected networks, which, by changing the strength of the", "synapses between cells, can process information, and learn. A neuron, by\n sharing chemical signals with its neighbors, can be integrated into more\n meaningful patterns that keep the neuron active and alive. Moreover,", "such a simple logic can be iterated and amplified, since all neurons\n work on a similar principle of connecting and sharing. Originally, the\n brain is quite open. A neural network exists to share activity and", "social neurons are, the better the sharing environment will be for all\n people. The more collective our intelligence, the wiser our actions will\n be. People have always found better solutions through conversations. Now", "neuroscience and its study of the working model of the human brain.\n Although we can’t entirely say how the brain works as a whole, we do\n have a model of the functional mechanism of the nervous system and its", "micro-attitudes, from neuron to neuron and person to person, can result\n in observable behavior. It is easy to tell if a person, a group, a", "information, and I believe this model of the brain should inspire ideas\n and decisions about human networks.\nThus, our brain supports sharing in its very system-nature. This has", "software. We are Networked Neurons connected by the synapses of Social\n Software.\nThis is an evolutionary leap, a small step for us and a giant one for", "The Neuron Doctrine\nSharism is encoded in the Human Genome. Although eclipsed by the many\n pragmatisms of daily life, the theory of Sharism finds basis in", "choice, her choice will be, “Share.”\nThese mind-switches are too subtle to be felt. But since the brain, and\n society, is a connected system, the accumulation of these", "is even more apparent. The future world will be a hybrid of human and\n machine that will generate better and faster decisions anytime,\n anywhere. The flow of information between minds will become more", "of addiction. It’s an impulse to share. It’s the energy of the memes\n that want to be passed from mouth to mouth and mind to mind. It’s more", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "human society. With new “hairy” emergent technologies sprouting all\n around us, we can generate higher connectivities and increase the\n throughput of our social links. The more open and strongly connected we", "connect to each other with RSS, hyperlinks, comments, trackbacks and\n quotes. The small-scale granularity of the content can fill discrete\n gaps in experience and thus record a new human history. Once you become", "idea-forming-process is not linear, but more like an avalanche of\n amplifications along the thinking path. It moves with the momentum of a\n creative snowball. If your internal cognitive system encourages sharing,", "you can engineer a feedback loop of happiness, which will help you\n generate even more ideas in return. It’s a kind of butterfly- effect, as\n the small creative energy you spend will eventually return to make you,", "naturalized Epistemology and modernized Axiology, but also promises the\n power of a new Internet philosophy. Sharism will transform the world\n into an emergent Social Brain: a networked hybrid of people and", "in the plans of future-oriented cultural initiatives. Sharism is also a\n mental practice that anyone can try, a social-psychological attitude to\n transform a wide and isolated world into a super-smart Social Brain.", "not encouraged in their society. But if we can encourage someone to\n share, her sharing paths will stay open. Sharism will be kept in her\n mind as a memory and an instinct. If in the future she faces a creative" ], [ "not encouraged in their society. But if we can encourage someone to\n share, her sharing paths will stay open. Sharism will be kept in her\n mind as a memory and an instinct. If in the future she faces a creative", "Otherwise, you might lose the power of sharing. Permanently.\nYou might need something to spur you on, to keep you from quitting and", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "potential gains of sharing. This lost knowledge is a black hole in our\n life, which may start to swallow other values as well.\nNon-sharing culture misleads us with its absolute separation of Private", "potential for abuse that they can’t fight alone. However, the paradox\n is: The less you share, the less power you have.\nNew Technologies and the Rise of Sharism", "People generally like to share what they create, but in a culture that\n tells them to be protective of their ideas, people start to believe in\n the danger of sharing. Then Sharism will be degraded in their mind and", "of Practice) or problem-solving context. It is also an antidote to\n social depression, since sharelessness is just dragging our society\n down. In present or formerly totalitarian countries, this downward cycle", "if you can keep track of the feedback that you get from sharing. You\n will realize that almost all sharing activities will generate positive\n results. The happiness that this will obtain is only the most immediate", "property. Under Sharism, you can keep ownership, if you want. But I like\n to share. And this is how I choose to spread ideas, and prosperity", "choice, her choice will be, “Share.”\nThese mind-switches are too subtle to be felt. But since the brain, and\n society, is a connected system, the accumulation of these", "returning to a closed mindset. Here’s an idea: put a sticky note on your\n desk that says, “What do you want to share today?” I’m not kidding.", "not only for you, but for the whole of society. If you so choose, you\n may allow others to create derivative works from what you share. This\n one choice could easily snowball into more creations along the sharing", "that this was a possibility. But things are changing today. The sharing\n environment is more protected than you might think. Many new social\n applications make it easy to set terms-of-use along your sharing path.", "are just excuses for the status quo of keeping a community closed. Much\n of their “culture” will be protected, but the net result is the direct\n loss of many other precious ideas, and the subsequent loss of all the", "Then, if anything interesting comes your way: Share It! The easiest way\n to both start and keep sharing is by using different kinds of social\n software applications. Your first meme you want to share may be small,", "sharing nature and forced them to give up their rights, and their\n property. Socialism, that tender Communism, in our experience also\n lacked respect for these rights. Under these systems, the state owns all", "profound implications for the creative process. Whenever you have an\n intention to create, you will find it easier to generate more creative\n ideas if you keep the sharing process firmly in mind. The", "and the world, more creative.\nHowever, daily decisions for most adults are quite low in creative\n productivity, if only because they’ve switched off their sharing paths.", "creative space, concerns about privacy make this gap hard to fill. We\n shouldn’t be surprised that, to be safe, most people keep their sharing\n private and stay “closed.” They may fear the Internet creates a", "excitement. The second reward is access to all the other stuff being\n shared by friends in your network. Since you know and trust them, you\n will be that much more interested in what they have to share. Already," ], [ "bloggers created more readers, and more readers made more blogs. The\n revolution was viral.\nBloggers generate lively and timely information on the Internet, and", "Let’s track back to 1999, when there were only a few hundred pioneer\n bloggers around the world, and no more than ten times that many readers", "than just E-mail. It’s Sharism.\nBloggers are always keen to keep the social context of their posts in\n mind, by asking themselves, “Who is going to see this?” Bloggers are", "expression. But once blogs reached the tipping point, they expanded into\n the blogosphere. This required a more delicate social networking system\n and content- sharing architecture. But people now understand that they", "five years. People made a quick and easy transition from reading blogs,\n to leaving comments and taking part in online conversations, and then to\n the sudden realization that they should become bloggers themselves. More", "following each blog. Human history is always so: something important was\n happening, but the rest of the world hadn’t yet realized it. The shift\n toward easy-to-use online publishing triggered a soft revolution in just", "connect to each other with RSS, hyperlinks, comments, trackbacks and\n quotes. The small-scale granularity of the content can fill discrete\n gaps in experience and thus record a new human history. Once you become", "reward. But there are others.\nThe first type of reward that you will get comes in the form of\n comments. Then you know you’ve provoked interest, appreciation,", "a blogger, once you have accumulated so much social capital in such a\n small site, it’s hard to stop. We can’t explain this fact with a theory", "will rely on the even distribution of social networking. These “Shaeros”\n (Sharing Heroes) will naturally become the opinion leaders in the first\n wave of Social Media. However, these media rights will belong to", "Sharism: A Mind Revolution\nWith the People of the World Wide Web communicating more fully and\n freely in Social Media while rallying a Web 2.0 content boom, the inner", "Then, if anything interesting comes your way: Share It! The easiest way\n to both start and keep sharing is by using different kinds of social\n software applications. Your first meme you want to share may be small,", "excitement. The second reward is access to all the other stuff being\n shared by friends in your network. Since you know and trust them, you\n will be that much more interested in what they have to share. Already,", "dynamics of such a creative explosion must be studied more closely. What\n motivates those who join this movement and what future will they create?\n A key fact is that a superabundance of community respect and social", "we can put it all online.\nSharism will be the politics of the next global superpower. It will not\n be a country, but a new human network joined by Social Software. This", "The more people who create in the spirit of Sharism, the easier it will\n be to attain well- balanced and equitable Social Media that is woven by\n people themselves. Media won’t be controlled by any single person but", "seen photographers on Flickr become more open to sharing, while\n retaining flexible choices.\nThe rapid emergence of Social Applications that can communicate and", "online social networks, and potentially reach a huge audience. As a\n result, such a Micro-pipeline system is making Social Media a true\n alternative to broadcast media. These new technologies are reviving", "agile in adjusting their tone−and privacy settings−to advance ideas and\n stay out of trouble. It’s not self-censorship, but a sense of smart", "creative space, concerns about privacy make this gap hard to fill. We\n shouldn’t be surprised that, to be safe, most people keep their sharing\n private and stay “closed.” They may fear the Internet creates a" ], [ "agile in adjusting their tone−and privacy settings−to advance ideas and\n stay out of trouble. It’s not self-censorship, but a sense of smart", "than just E-mail. It’s Sharism.\nBloggers are always keen to keep the social context of their posts in\n mind, by asking themselves, “Who is going to see this?” Bloggers are", "bloggers created more readers, and more readers made more blogs. The\n revolution was viral.\nBloggers generate lively and timely information on the Internet, and", "expression. But once blogs reached the tipping point, they expanded into\n the blogosphere. This required a more delicate social networking system\n and content- sharing architecture. But people now understand that they", "creative space, concerns about privacy make this gap hard to fill. We\n shouldn’t be surprised that, to be safe, most people keep their sharing\n private and stay “closed.” They may fear the Internet creates a", "following each blog. Human history is always so: something important was\n happening, but the rest of the world hadn’t yet realized it. The shift\n toward easy-to-use online publishing triggered a soft revolution in just", "five years. People made a quick and easy transition from reading blogs,\n to leaving comments and taking part in online conversations, and then to\n the sudden realization that they should become bloggers themselves. More", "Let’s track back to 1999, when there were only a few hundred pioneer\n bloggers around the world, and no more than ten times that many readers", "can have better control over a wide spectrum of relationships. Like how\n Flickr allows people to share their photos widely, but safely. The\n checkbox-based privacy of Flickr may seem unfamiliar to a new user, but", "that this was a possibility. But things are changing today. The sharing\n environment is more protected than you might think. Many new social\n applications make it easy to set terms-of-use along your sharing path.", "connect to each other with RSS, hyperlinks, comments, trackbacks and\n quotes. The small-scale granularity of the content can fill discrete\n gaps in experience and thus record a new human history. Once you become", "you can use it to toy with the mind-switches of Sharism. By checking a\n box we can choose to share or not to share. From my observations, I have", "seen photographers on Flickr become more open to sharing, while\n retaining flexible choices.\nThe rapid emergence of Social Applications that can communicate and", "a blogger, once you have accumulated so much social capital in such a\n small site, it’s hard to stop. We can’t explain this fact with a theory", "and Public space. It makes creative action a binary choice between\n public and private, open and closed. This creates a gap in the spectrum\n of knowledge. Although this gap has the potential to become a valuable", "Then, if anything interesting comes your way: Share It! The easiest way\n to both start and keep sharing is by using different kinds of social\n software applications. Your first meme you want to share may be small,", "reward. But there are others.\nThe first type of reward that you will get comes in the form of\n comments. Then you know you’ve provoked interest, appreciation,", "excitement. The second reward is access to all the other stuff being\n shared by friends in your network. Since you know and trust them, you\n will be that much more interested in what they have to share. Already,", "are just excuses for the status quo of keeping a community closed. Much\n of their “culture” will be protected, but the net result is the direct\n loss of many other precious ideas, and the subsequent loss of all the", "online social networks, and potentially reach a huge audience. As a\n result, such a Micro-pipeline system is making Social Media a true\n alternative to broadcast media. These new technologies are reviving" ], [ "we can put it all online.\nSharism will be the politics of the next global superpower. It will not\n be a country, but a new human network joined by Social Software. This", "is even more apparent. The future world will be a hybrid of human and\n machine that will generate better and faster decisions anytime,\n anywhere. The flow of information between minds will become more", "more sociable, and society more individual. We no longer have to act\n alone.\nEmergent democracy will only happen when Sharism becomes the literacy of", "dynamics of such a creative explosion must be studied more closely. What\n motivates those who join this movement and what future will they create?\n A key fact is that a superabundance of community respect and social", "will rely on the even distribution of social networking. These “Shaeros”\n (Sharing Heroes) will naturally become the opinion leaders in the first\n wave of Social Media. However, these media rights will belong to", "Representative democracy will become more timely and diligent, because\n we will represent ourselves within the system.\nSharism will result in better social justice. In a healthy sharing", "sharing nature and forced them to give up their rights, and their\n property. Socialism, that tender Communism, in our experience also\n lacked respect for these rights. Under these systems, the state owns all", "flexible and more productive. These vast networks of sharing will create\n a new social order−A Mind Revolution!", "naturalized Epistemology and modernized Axiology, but also promises the\n power of a new Internet philosophy. Sharism will transform the world\n into an emergent Social Brain: a networked hybrid of people and", "choice, her choice will be, “Share.”\nThese mind-switches are too subtle to be felt. But since the brain, and\n society, is a connected system, the accumulation of these", "may remain a distant dream, and even a well-defined public sharing\n policy might not be close at hand. But the ideas that I’m discussing can\n improve governments today. We can integrate our current and emerging", "This “Emergent Democracy” is more real-time than periodical\n parliamentary sessions. It will also increase the spectrum of our\n choices, beyond the binary options of “Yes” or “No” referenda.", "following each blog. Human history is always so: something important was\n happening, but the rest of the world hadn’t yet realized it. The shift\n toward easy-to-use online publishing triggered a soft revolution in just", "The more people who create in the spirit of Sharism, the easier it will\n be to attain well- balanced and equitable Social Media that is woven by\n people themselves. Media won’t be controlled by any single person but", "of Practice) or problem-solving context. It is also an antidote to\n social depression, since sharelessness is just dragging our society\n down. In present or formerly totalitarian countries, this downward cycle", "in the plans of future-oriented cultural initiatives. Sharism is also a\n mental practice that anyone can try, a social-psychological attitude to\n transform a wide and isolated world into a super-smart Social Brain.", "potential for abuse that they can’t fight alone. However, the paradox\n is: The less you share, the less power you have.\nNew Technologies and the Rise of Sharism", "connect to each other with RSS, hyperlinks, comments, trackbacks and\n quotes. The small-scale granularity of the content can fill discrete\n gaps in experience and thus record a new human history. Once you become", "company, a nation is oriented toward Sharism or not. For those who are\n not, what they defend as “cultural goods” and “intellectual property”", "social neurons are, the better the sharing environment will be for all\n people. The more collective our intelligence, the wiser our actions will\n be. People have always found better solutions through conversations. Now" ] ]

[ "Approximately how long was Stinson on the planet before he decided it was home?", "How old is the Sand God, mentally?", "What happened to the Sand God's race?", "Why are the webfoots chasing Stinson and Sybtl?", "Why do the webfoots only wear skirts?", "Why does the Sand God keep the webfoots around?", "Where is Stinson from?", "Why is the Sand God causing a terrible storm?" ]

[ [ "12 hours", "24 hours", "36 hours", "48 hours" ], [ "Six years", "Fifteen years", "Twelve years", "Nine years" ], [ "The Sand God's race moved to the sixth planet and left him behind.", "The Sand God burned them all.", "The webfoots killed the Sand God's race. He left his body to escape death.", "The Sand God's race learned how to separate the mind from the body. They set a date to leave their bodies together. The Sand God found himself alone after the experience." ], [ "The webfoots think Stinson took Syblt against her will.", "Stinson accidentally killed one of the webfoots while disarming him.", "Stinson murdered the leader of the webfoots.", "The webfoots think Sybtl did not please the God." ], [ "Skirts are traditionally worn by prisoners. The webfoots on this planet are all criminals or descendants of criminals.", "The people from the sixth planet only sent skirts, when it was communicated that the Sand God had burned everything else.", "The Sand God burned everything, except for the skirts.", "Skirts are the traditional dress for the webfoots culture." ], [ "It amuses the Sand God to watch the webfoots evolution.", "It amuses the Sand God to play with the webfoots.", "The webfoots worship him like a God even though he is not one.", "The webfoots fear of the Sand God amuses him." ], [ "Montana", "Missouri", "Mississippi", "Michigan" ], [ "He knows he can't control Stinson.", "He is angry because Stinson figured out he is a child.", "He is angry Stinson took Sybtl away from the webfoots.", "He is angry because he doesn't understand Stinson." ] ]

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[ [ "\"I am Stinson, of the planet Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, I see it in your mind, now. You want to live here, on this\n planet.\"", "\"No!\" Stinson shot back. \"You've owned this planet for a million\n years. You have brooded here alone since before my people discovered", "Again Stinson felt the urge to run, or to use the cylinder to project\n himself somewhere else, but he said, \"No!\" very firmly to himself. He\n was here to investigate, to determine if this planet was capable of\n supporting life.", "They saw him struggling. Two of the men came over and spoke to him in\n the musical language.\n\n\n \"My name is Stinson,\" he said, pointing to himself. \"I'm from the\n planet Earth.\"", "Stinson felt a mental shrug. \"It is of no importance. When they arrived\n on this planet I attempted to explain that I was not a God, but the", "Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was\n a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with", "The sun burned fiercely, although he would have said it was about four\n o'clock in the afternoon, if this had been Earth. Not a tree, nor a\n bush, nor even a wisp of dry grass was in sight. Everywhere was desert.", "earth to this fourth planet of the Centaurian system in an instant.\n It had happened so fast that he could almost feel the warm, humid\n Missouri air, though he was light years from Missouri.", "Stinson had never been in a sand storm before, even on Earth. He could\n not breathe. He could not see. Bullets of sand stung his skin. Bullets", "Stinson was silent, thinking of the endless years of searching through\n the great gulf of time. His eyes caught sight of the woman, reclining", "\"Stinson,\" the Sand God said. \"You said I was adolescent. You are\n correct. Do you remember I told you how my people, the entire race,\n left their bodies at the same time? Do you imagine all of us were\n adults?\"", "\"Yes, I know now. His voice sounds like thunder in the sky, but it is a\n voice that speaks only in the mind. He said I must leave this planet.\"", "How was he to decide if this planet was suitable for his people,\n hampered by a woman, slinking through a frozen wilderness like an\n Indian? But the woman's hand was soft. He felt strong knowing she\n depended on him.", "\"No.\"\nStinson tried to imagine it. At first there must have been a single\n voice crying into a monstrous emptiness, \"Mother, where are you?", "\"I deserted you?\" Stinson cried angrily, \"You tried to kill me!\"\n\n\n \"I was attempting communication. Why should I kill you?\"", "Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on\n Earth. We can't fight a monster like him.\n\n\n Sybtl touched his arm. \"Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak.\"", "Should he give up and return to earth? Or was there room here for\n his people? Warming his hands there over the great steaming pool he", "exist, almost as soon as those of the sixth planet peoples. I am most\n interested in you. You will bring your people, and live here.\"", "came again. A sphere of blue fire appeared in the east. Its brilliance\n put the lightning to shame. It bore down on the cave swiftly,\n purposefully. Stinson prepared himself to leave. In spite of his desire", "He disappeared at once, giving her no chance to object again, and went\n to the desert of sand, where he had first arrived on the planet. He\n wanted to see if the storm were world-wide." ], [ "\"Poor little God-with-fingers-on-his-feet,\" she said. \"You do not\n understand. The Sand God is terrible, even when he plays. See the", "\"Stinson,\" the Sand God said. \"You said I was adolescent. You are\n correct. Do you remember I told you how my people, the entire race,\n left their bodies at the same time? Do you imagine all of us were\n adults?\"", "Suddenly she stiffened beside him. There, directly in their path, stood\n the Sand God. It was blood red now. It pulsed violently. The great\n voice burst forth.", "happy. He is old, old, old. I can feel it. My people say that when one\n gets too old it is well to die. But Gods never die, do they? I would\n not like to be a God.\"", "\"The Sand God is tired,\" Sybtl said. \"He is not angry now. I'm glad.\n Perhaps he will let you stay.\"", "The Sand God did not reply. The great bodiless, directionless voice was\n silent, and Stinson felt as if he had been taken from some high place", "The woman looked at him, and she was not smiling. \"Please ask the Sand\n God,\" she said, \"to speak to my people again. Their fear of him does\n not last. When He is gone they will probably kill us.\"", "hills.\nSybtl shivered against his arm. \"The Sand God is angry,\" she said. \"My\n people tell how he was angry once before, when we first came here. He", "\"The Sand God,\" Sybtl said. \"Sometimes he plays among the clouds. He\n makes it rain in a dry summer, or sometimes warms the whole world", "\"The Sand God isn't doing this,\" Stinson said. \"It's only a storm.\"\n\n\n She covered his lips with her fingers. \"Don't say that. He may hear you\n and be more angry.\"", "\"Then he will kill you.\" She touched her fingers on his face. \"I am\n sorry. It was all for me.\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry. The Sand God travels without a ship, why shouldn't I?\"", "The Sand God pulsed more violently than before. Ice melted in a wide\n area around it. Brown, frozen grass burned to ashes.", "for days at a time in winter, so the snow melts and the grass begins\n to green. Then he tires and lets winter come back again. He is the\n loneliest God in the universe.\"", "Sybtl said, \"Is the Sand God happy?\" She shook her head. \"No, he is not", "The bird's twitter stopped abruptly.\n\n\n \"Earthman,\" the Sand God said, as if he were about to make a statement.", "The Sand God became a sphere of blue flame. A wave of intense heat\n drove them backward. \"Earthman,\" the great voice said, \"go back to your", "When he looked back, the Sand God was gone.", "He wanted to run. He wished Benjamin were here. Ben might have an\n explanation. \"What am I afraid of?\" he said aloud, \"a few grains of\n sand blowing in the wind? A wind devil?\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe sand-thing was powerful, lonely and", "Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on\n Earth. We can't fight a monster like him.\n\n\n Sybtl touched his arm. \"Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak.\"" ], [ "When he looked back, the Sand God was gone.", "\"Stinson,\" the Sand God said. \"You said I was adolescent. You are\n correct. Do you remember I told you how my people, the entire race,\n left their bodies at the same time? Do you imagine all of us were\n adults?\"", "The woman looked at him, and she was not smiling. \"Please ask the Sand\n God,\" she said, \"to speak to my people again. Their fear of him does\n not last. When He is gone they will probably kill us.\"", "Suddenly she stiffened beside him. There, directly in their path, stood\n the Sand God. It was blood red now. It pulsed violently. The great\n voice burst forth.", "\"The Sand God is tired,\" Sybtl said. \"He is not angry now. I'm glad.\n Perhaps he will let you stay.\"", "\"Poor little God-with-fingers-on-his-feet,\" she said. \"You do not\n understand. The Sand God is terrible, even when he plays. See the", "hills.\nSybtl shivered against his arm. \"The Sand God is angry,\" she said. \"My\n people tell how he was angry once before, when we first came here. He", "The Sand God did not reply. The great bodiless, directionless voice was\n silent, and Stinson felt as if he had been taken from some high place", "\"As for the webfoots,\" the wind devil, or Sand God, said, \"I will\n destroy them. You and your people will have the entire planet.\"", "killed half of us and burned the ship that brought us. That is how\n Kaatr got the tube-weapon. It was the only thing the Sand God didn't", "The Sand God pulsed more violently than before. Ice melted in a wide\n area around it. Brown, frozen grass burned to ashes.", "The bird's twitter stopped abruptly.\n\n\n \"Earthman,\" the Sand God said, as if he were about to make a statement.", "Sybtl said, \"Is the Sand God happy?\" She shook her head. \"No, he is not", "The Sand God became a sphere of blue flame. A wave of intense heat\n drove them backward. \"Earthman,\" the great voice said, \"go back to your", "He disappeared at once, giving her no chance to object again, and went\n to the desert of sand, where he had first arrived on the planet. He\n wanted to see if the storm were world-wide.", "\"Yes,\" Stinson said, \"and your race no longer exists.\"", "\"The Sand God isn't doing this,\" Stinson said. \"It's only a storm.\"\n\n\n She covered his lips with her fingers. \"Don't say that. He may hear you\n and be more angry.\"", "burn, that and the skirts. Then, when he had burned the ship, the Sand\n God went to the sixth planet and burned two of the largest cities, as a\n warning that no more of us must come here.\"", "Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on\n Earth. We can't fight a monster like him.\n\n\n Sybtl touched his arm. \"Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak.\"", "Steam rose from the burned area, charred like a rocket launching pit.\n They stepped around it carefully. Stinson felt warm air, but there was\n no time, now, to warm cold feet or dwell on the vagaries of Sand Gods." ], [ "webfoots were no match for him. He could travel instantly to any spot\n he chose. But with Sybtl it was another matter; he was no better than", "Stinson's bare feet were numb from walking on ice. Christ, he thought,\n what am I doing here, anyway? He glanced down at Sybtl and remembered", "\"The webfoots?\"\n\n\n \"You and they shall share the planet.\"\n\n\n The Sand God disappeared. Sybtl said; \"Is the Sand God angry again?\"", "\"Listen to that, will you?\" Stinson said angrily. \"Just listen! You\n set yourself up as a God for the webfoots. You get them eating out of", "Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was\n a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with", "\"Leave the woman!\" it demanded angrily. \"The webfoots are nearing your\n position.\"\n\n\n \"I cannot leave her. She is helpless against them.\"", "had thoughtfully brought along from the cavern. He took it, and they\n ran down the slippery path leading away from the entrance. From the\n hiding place behind a large rock they watched, as several web-footed", "Anyway, he decided, pursuit was impossible. They left no tracks on the\n ice. They were safe, unless the webfoots possessed talents unknown to\n him.", "pool. It was in the language of the web-footed people; it was in his\n own tongue. \"No harm must come to this woman. The God with fingers on\n his feet has decreed this.\"", "small canyon. They climbed the canyon wall. Far away, small figures\n moved. The webfoots were on their trail.", "Instantly a new note rose in the cavern. The murmur of unmistakable mob\n fury ran over the webfoots. Several of the men approached the woman\n with hatred in their voices. He could not understand the words now.", "then. The web-footed people milled about restlessly. The woman's eyes\n pleaded.", "Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on\n Earth. We can't fight a monster like him.\n\n\n Sybtl touched his arm. \"Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak.\"", "Stinson relaxed. He'd had his say. Sybtl trembled beside him. A small\n mammal, round, furry, hopped by, sniffing inquisitively.", "her. The webfoots might find us, or the Sand God might destroy us in\n one of his fits, but it might be worth it.", "This time it kept going. The rain and wind ceased. Lightning stopped.\n Thunder rumbled distantly. Clouds disappeared. Stinson and Sybtl\n emerged from the cave.", "life. There is a oneness, a bond that ties each living thing to every\n other living thing. It is a lesson my people never knew. Select any\n portion of this planet that suits you. Take the web-footed woman for", "\"As for the webfoots,\" the wind devil, or Sand God, said, \"I will\n destroy them. You and your people will have the entire planet.\"", "the webfoots. He stopped, tempted to use his cylinder and move to a\n warmer, less dangerous spot.", "to protect Sybtl, it was useless to get himself killed when he was\n powerless to help her. But at the last moment it veered off." ], [ "only difference he could see at first sight was that they had webbed\n feet. All were dressed from the waist down only, in a shimmering skirt\n that sparkled as they moved. They walked with the grace of ballet", "had thoughtfully brought along from the cavern. He took it, and they\n ran down the slippery path leading away from the entrance. From the\n hiding place behind a large rock they watched, as several web-footed", "pool. It was in the language of the web-footed people; it was in his\n own tongue. \"No harm must come to this woman. The God with fingers on\n his feet has decreed this.\"", "life. There is a oneness, a bond that ties each living thing to every\n other living thing. It is a lesson my people never knew. Select any\n portion of this planet that suits you. Take the web-footed woman for", "\"Leave the woman!\" it demanded angrily. \"The webfoots are nearing your\n position.\"\n\n\n \"I cannot leave her. She is helpless against them.\"", "then. The web-footed people milled about restlessly. The woman's eyes\n pleaded.", "laugh. And Ben's wife, Lisa, she would give her little-girl laugh, and\n probably help him fasten the skirt. It had a string, like a tobacco", "\"The webfoots?\"\n\n\n \"You and they shall share the planet.\"\n\n\n The Sand God disappeared. Sybtl said; \"Is the Sand God angry again?\"", "Stinson donned the shimmering skirt, smiling as he did so. The others\n should see him now. Benjamin and Straus and Jamieson. They would", "was reflected from a million tiny mirrors on the rocks, the trees and\n grass. A silver thaw during the night had covered the whole area with\n a coating of ice. Stinson shivered. The woman handed him a skirt she", "new skirt. She smiled at him, and he thought he had never seen a more\n beautiful face.\nThe great, bodiless voice sounded again, but those in the cavern went", "Anyway, he decided, pursuit was impossible. They left no tracks on the\n ice. They were safe, unless the webfoots possessed talents unknown to\n him.", "her. The webfoots might find us, or the Sand God might destroy us in\n one of his fits, but it might be worth it.", "webfoots were no match for him. He could travel instantly to any spot\n he chose. But with Sybtl it was another matter; he was no better than", "\"Listen to that, will you?\" Stinson said angrily. \"Just listen! You\n set yourself up as a God for the webfoots. You get them eating out of", "the webfoots. He stopped, tempted to use his cylinder and move to a\n warmer, less dangerous spot.", "The skirt flew up around his face. He could not get up again.", "\"As for the webfoots,\" the wind devil, or Sand God, said, \"I will\n destroy them. You and your people will have the entire planet.\"", "Earth. Take your inconsistencies with you. Do not come here again to\n infect my planet with your primitive ideas. The webfoots are not as", "There was no longer a question of attack from the webfoots, the storm\n had taken care of that. The fierce sun began its work of drying rocks" ], [ "her. The webfoots might find us, or the Sand God might destroy us in\n one of his fits, but it might be worth it.", "\"The webfoots?\"\n\n\n \"You and they shall share the planet.\"\n\n\n The Sand God disappeared. Sybtl said; \"Is the Sand God angry again?\"", "\"As for the webfoots,\" the wind devil, or Sand God, said, \"I will\n destroy them. You and your people will have the entire planet.\"", "pool. It was in the language of the web-footed people; it was in his\n own tongue. \"No harm must come to this woman. The God with fingers on\n his feet has decreed this.\"", "had thoughtfully brought along from the cavern. He took it, and they\n ran down the slippery path leading away from the entrance. From the\n hiding place behind a large rock they watched, as several web-footed", "\"Poor little God-with-fingers-on-his-feet,\" she said. \"You do not\n understand. The Sand God is terrible, even when he plays. See the", "\"Leave the woman!\" it demanded angrily. \"The webfoots are nearing your\n position.\"\n\n\n \"I cannot leave her. She is helpless against them.\"", "\"Listen to that, will you?\" Stinson said angrily. \"Just listen! You\n set yourself up as a God for the webfoots. You get them eating out of", "the webfoots. He stopped, tempted to use his cylinder and move to a\n warmer, less dangerous spot.", "\"I haven't decided. There are these web-footed people, who were hostile\n until they thought I was a God. They have destructive weapons. Also, I", "then. The web-footed people milled about restlessly. The woman's eyes\n pleaded.", "\"The Sand God is tired,\" Sybtl said. \"He is not angry now. I'm glad.\n Perhaps he will let you stay.\"", "Suddenly she stiffened beside him. There, directly in their path, stood\n the Sand God. It was blood red now. It pulsed violently. The great\n voice burst forth.", "Anyway, he decided, pursuit was impossible. They left no tracks on the\n ice. They were safe, unless the webfoots possessed talents unknown to\n him.", "\"Then he will kill you.\" She touched her fingers on his face. \"I am\n sorry. It was all for me.\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry. The Sand God travels without a ship, why shouldn't I?\"", "only difference he could see at first sight was that they had webbed\n feet. All were dressed from the waist down only, in a shimmering skirt\n that sparkled as they moved. They walked with the grace of ballet", "webfoots were no match for him. He could travel instantly to any spot\n he chose. But with Sybtl it was another matter; he was no better than", "There was no longer a question of attack from the webfoots, the storm\n had taken care of that. The fierce sun began its work of drying rocks", "life. There is a oneness, a bond that ties each living thing to every\n other living thing. It is a lesson my people never knew. Select any\n portion of this planet that suits you. Take the web-footed woman for", "\"The Sand God,\" Sybtl said. \"Sometimes he plays among the clouds. He\n makes it rain in a dry summer, or sometimes warms the whole world" ], [ "He turned to the woman. \"I don't know what I'll do with you, but now\n that we're in trouble together, we may as well introduce ourselves. My\n name is Stinson.\"", "Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was\n a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with", "The Sand God did not reply. The great bodiless, directionless voice was\n silent, and Stinson felt as if he had been taken from some high place", "Stinson's bare feet were numb from walking on ice. Christ, he thought,\n what am I doing here, anyway? He glanced down at Sybtl and remembered", "\"Stinson,\" the Sand God said. \"You said I was adolescent. You are\n correct. Do you remember I told you how my people, the entire race,\n left their bodies at the same time? Do you imagine all of us were\n adults?\"", "They saw him struggling. Two of the men came over and spoke to him in\n the musical language.\n\n\n \"My name is Stinson,\" he said, pointing to himself. \"I'm from the\n planet Earth.\"", "Stinson was silent, thinking of the endless years of searching through\n the great gulf of time. His eyes caught sight of the woman, reclining", "\"Certainly,\" Stinson said boldly. \"Call it rationalization, if you\n wish. You ordered us away; and I have several good reasons for not\n coming here if the door was open.\"", "\"Who are you?\"\n\n\n Stinson looked at the wind devil, since it could be no one else\n speaking, and pointed to himself. \"Me?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "\"Destroy them?\" Stinson asked, incredulously, \"all these people? They\n have a right to live like any one else.\"", "Stinson grasped it firmly, with half a notion to break it over his\n head. As he did so, a flash of blue fire sprang from it. The man\n disappeared. A small cloud of dust settled slowly to the floor.", "\"Listen to that, will you?\" Stinson said angrily. \"Just listen! You\n set yourself up as a God for the webfoots. You get them eating out of", "\"I am Stinson, of the planet Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, I see it in your mind, now. You want to live here, on this\n planet.\"", "\"What form of primitive stupidity are you practicing now? Leave, or\n they will kill you.\"\n\n\n Stinson shook his head.", "Stinson relaxed. He'd had his say. Sybtl trembled beside him. A small\n mammal, round, furry, hopped by, sniffing inquisitively.", "\"No.\"\nStinson tried to imagine it. At first there must have been a single\n voice crying into a monstrous emptiness, \"Mother, where are you?", "Stinson pointed the disintegrating weapon at them and yelled. They\n dropped back. \"We'll have to get outside,\" he told her. \"This mob will", "\"The Sand God isn't doing this,\" Stinson said. \"It's only a storm.\"\n\n\n She covered his lips with her fingers. \"Don't say that. He may hear you\n and be more angry.\"", "\"I deserted you?\" Stinson cried angrily, \"You tried to kill me!\"\n\n\n \"I was attempting communication. Why should I kill you?\"", "\"Yes,\" Stinson said, \"and your race no longer exists.\"" ], [ "\"Poor little God-with-fingers-on-his-feet,\" she said. \"You do not\n understand. The Sand God is terrible, even when he plays. See the", "\"The Sand God isn't doing this,\" Stinson said. \"It's only a storm.\"\n\n\n She covered his lips with her fingers. \"Don't say that. He may hear you\n and be more angry.\"", "Suddenly she stiffened beside him. There, directly in their path, stood\n the Sand God. It was blood red now. It pulsed violently. The great\n voice burst forth.", "hills.\nSybtl shivered against his arm. \"The Sand God is angry,\" she said. \"My\n people tell how he was angry once before, when we first came here. He", "The woman looked at him, and she was not smiling. \"Please ask the Sand\n God,\" she said, \"to speak to my people again. Their fear of him does\n not last. When He is gone they will probably kill us.\"", "She shrugged her shoulders. \"I just know. But he's an angry God now.\n See those clouds piling in the East? Soon they will hide the sun. Then", "\"The Sand God,\" Sybtl said. \"Sometimes he plays among the clouds. He\n makes it rain in a dry summer, or sometimes warms the whole world", "The Sand God pulsed more violently than before. Ice melted in a wide\n area around it. Brown, frozen grass burned to ashes.", "Sybtl said, \"Is the Sand God happy?\" She shook her head. \"No, he is not", "\"The Sand God is tired,\" Sybtl said. \"He is not angry now. I'm glad.\n Perhaps he will let you stay.\"", "The Sand God did not reply. The great bodiless, directionless voice was\n silent, and Stinson felt as if he had been taken from some high place", "\"Then he will kill you.\" She touched her fingers on his face. \"I am\n sorry. It was all for me.\"\n\n\n \"Don't worry. The Sand God travels without a ship, why shouldn't I?\"", "The Sand God became a sphere of blue flame. A wave of intense heat\n drove them backward. \"Earthman,\" the great voice said, \"go back to your", "\"As for the webfoots,\" the wind devil, or Sand God, said, \"I will\n destroy them. You and your people will have the entire planet.\"", "The bird's twitter stopped abruptly.\n\n\n \"Earthman,\" the Sand God said, as if he were about to make a statement.", "He disappeared at once, giving her no chance to object again, and went\n to the desert of sand, where he had first arrived on the planet. He\n wanted to see if the storm were world-wide.", "Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on\n Earth. We can't fight a monster like him.\n\n\n Sybtl touched his arm. \"Why did the Sand God come? He did not speak.\"", "He wanted to run. He wished Benjamin were here. Ben might have an\n explanation. \"What am I afraid of?\" he said aloud, \"a few grains of\n sand blowing in the wind? A wind devil?\"", "of sand shot into his eyes. Clouds of sand howled around him. He fell,\n and the wind rolled him over and over in the sand like a tumbleweed.", "When he looked back, the Sand God was gone." ] ]

[ "What was the solution for increased complexity in the late 19th, early 20th century?", "What state bureaucracy development saved Europe after WWII?", "What does Google do for their employees to foster innovation?", "How did Wikipedia eclipse all commercial encyclopedias except Britannica?", "What typified Taylorism?", "Why did AT&T originally retain ownership of the phones at the endpoints?", "How did the Internet allow for a breathtaking rate of innovation?", "What is a \"trusted computer\"?", "What is something that gives us real proof that human-centric systems can thrive?" ]

[ [ "Assembly lines", "The increased role of structure and improved design", "Complex managed systems", "Child labor laws" ], [ "Frederick Taylor's Scientific Management", "The New Deal", "The Marshall Plan", "The Tennessee Valley Authority" ], [ "They use Segways on the Google campus and in the buildings.", "They have a relaxed dress code.", "One day a week, they can pursue whatever ideas they like.", "They have a culture of play." ], [ "They engaged the human and social.", "They built an open and inviting system that lets people learn together.", "They hired the smartest guys in the room.", "They issued a large IPO." ], [ "Identifying opportunities and challenges to action and acting upon them.", "Location of authority and practical capacity to act at the edges of the system.", "Loosely-coupled systems.", "The ambition to measure and specify all human and material elements of the production system." ], [ "To prohibit customers from connecting unlicensed phones at the endpoints.", "To exclude competitors.", "To ensure the proper functioning of the networking and monitoring of customer behavior.", "To make the most profit." ], [ "By re-engineering the entire network.", "By building security into the technical system.", "By being a fully managed system.", "It was designed to be as general as possible." ], [ "A computer system that implements the belief that machines are trustworthy, while human users are malevolent and or incompetent.", "A computer system that is well-designed and tightly bound.", "A computer that will not run a program without authorization from some other locus, such as a copyright owner.", "A computer system where human beings are located and can make decisions about what is worthwhile." ], [ "Taylorism", "Google", "Wikipedia", "The New Deal" ] ]

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[ [ "solution to this increased complexity in the late 19th, early 20th\n century was to increase the role of structure and improve its design.\n During the first two-thirds of the twentieth century, this type of", "The idea was to eliminate human error and variability in the face of\n change by removing thinking to the system, and thus neutralizing the\n variability of the human beings who worked it. Few images captured that", "rationalization took the form of ever-more complex managed systems, with\n crisp specification of roles, lines of authority, communication and\n control.", "The increasing recognition of the limits of command-and-control systems\n led to a new approach; but it turned out to be a retrenchment, not an\n abandonment, of the goal of perfect rationalization of systems design,", "time, and what it did to humanity, more vividly than Charlie Chaplin’s\n assembly line worker in Modern Times.\nAt the same time, government experienced the rise of bureaucratization", "Modern Times\nModern times were hard enough. Trains and planes, telegraph and\n telephone, all brought many people into the same causal space. The", "which assumed much of the human away. What replaced planning and control\n in these systems was the myth of perfect markets. This was achieved\n through a hyper-simplification of human nature, wedded to mathematical", "emerges. New things too were ever under the sun; but the systematic\n application of knowledge to the creation of new knowledge, innovation to\n innovation, and information to making more information has become", "ambition of these approaches was to specify everything that needed doing\n in minute detail, to enforce it through monitoring and rewards, and\n later to build it into the very technology of work−the assembly line.", "expectations everywhere else in the world, no matter how carefully\n others have planned, means that there are many more moving parts that\n affect each other. And from this scale of practical effects, complexity", "control.\nIn business, this rationalization was typified by Fredrick Taylor’s\n Scientific Management, later embodied in Henry Ford’s assembly line. The", "COMPLEXITY AND HUMANITY\nWe have all seen the images. Volunteers pitching in. People working day\n and night; coming up with the most ingenious, improvised solutions to", "system and the IBM mainframe. For a moment in history, these large scale\n managed systems were achieving efficiencies that seemed to overwhelm\n competing models: from the Tennessee Valley Authority to Sputnik, from", "so as to limit human greed and error and to manage uncertainty, was\n basic and widespread. It underlay the development of the enormously\n successful state bureaucracies that responded to the Great Depression", "in the system, by agents acting within\nTo deal with the new complexity of contemporary life we need to\n re-introduce the human into the design of systems. We must put the soul", "Consider first of all the triumph of Toyota over the programs of Taylor\n and Ford. Taylorism was typified by the ambition to measure and specify\n all human and material elements of the production system. The ambition", "away from what human beings do best: look, think, innovate, adapt,\n discuss, learn, and repeat. That is why we have seen many more systems", "occur through multiple systems simultaneously, have room to fail,\n maneuver, and be reoriented to fit changing conditions and new learning,\n or shift from one system to another to achieve a solution.", "grew and users diversified, trust (the practical belief that other human\n agents in the system were competent and benign, or at least sincere)\n declined. This decline was met with arguments in favor of building", "common humanity\nContemporary life is not chaotic, in the colloquial sense we apply to\n disaster zones. It is, however, complex and rapidly changing; much more" ], [ "with the New Deal. It took shape in the Marshall Plan to pull Europe out\n of the material abyss into which it had been plunged by World War II,", "so as to limit human greed and error and to manage uncertainty, was\n basic and widespread. It underlay the development of the enormously\n successful state bureaucracies that responded to the Great Depression", "and the administrative state. Nowhere was this done more brutally than\n in the totalitarian states of mid-century. But the impulse to build\n fully-specified systems, designed by experts, monitored and controlled", "and shepherded Japan’s industrial regeneration from it. In technical\n systems too, we saw in mid-century marvels like the AT&T telephone", "time, and what it did to humanity, more vividly than Charlie Chaplin’s\n assembly line worker in Modern Times.\nAt the same time, government experienced the rise of bureaucratization", "prices, could the appearance of rationalization be maintained. Like\n bureaucratic rationalization, perfect-market rationalization also had\n successes. But, like its predecessor, its limits as an approach to human", "system and the IBM mainframe. For a moment in history, these large scale\n managed systems were achieving efficiencies that seemed to overwhelm\n competing models: from the Tennessee Valley Authority to Sputnik, from", "The idea was to eliminate human error and variability in the face of\n change by removing thinking to the system, and thus neutralizing the\n variability of the human beings who worked it. Few images captured that", "which assumed much of the human away. What replaced planning and control\n in these systems was the myth of perfect markets. This was achieved\n through a hyper-simplification of human nature, wedded to mathematical", "Consider first of all the triumph of Toyota over the programs of Taylor\n and Ford. Taylorism was typified by the ambition to measure and specify\n all human and material elements of the production system. The ambition", "everything from food and shelter to communications and security. Working\n together; patching up the fabric that is rent. 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The", "solution to this increased complexity in the late 19th, early 20th\n century was to increase the role of structure and improve its design.\n During the first two-thirds of the twentieth century, this type of", "But let us also consider the system in question that has made this work\n possible, the Internet, and compare it to the design principles of the", "systems, then, sits a human being who has a capacity to make judgments,\n experiment, learn and adapt. But enabling human agency also provides\n scope of action for human frailty. Although this idea is most alien to", "rationalization took the form of ever-more complex managed systems, with\n crisp specification of roles, lines of authority, communication and\n control.", "emerges. 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But it is time we acknowledge that\n systems work best by making work human.", "of constant, rapid change and complex global interactions. What we are\n seeing instead is the rise of human systems that increasingly shy away\n from either control or perfect pricing. Not that there isn’t control.", "back into the system. If years of work on artificial intelligence have\n taught us anything, it is that what makes for human insight is extremely\n difficult to replicate or systematize. At the center of these new", "But let us also consider the system in question that has made this work\n possible, the Internet, and compare it to the design principles of the", "system and the IBM mainframe. For a moment in history, these large scale\n managed systems were achieving efficiencies that seemed to overwhelm\n competing models: from the Tennessee Valley Authority to Sputnik, from", "the mainstream of system design in the twentieth century, we must now\n turn our attention to building systems that support human sociality−our\n ability to think of others and their needs, and to choose for ourselves", "everything from food and shelter to communications and security. Working\n together; patching up the fabric that is rent. Disaster, natural or\n otherwise, is a breakdown of systems. For a time, chaos reigns. For a", "Not that there aren’t markets. And not that either of these approaches\n to coordinating human action will disappear. But these managed systems\n are becoming increasingly interlaced with looser structures, which", "which assumed much of the human away. What replaced planning and control\n in these systems was the myth of perfect markets. This was achieved\n through a hyper-simplification of human nature, wedded to mathematical", "so as to limit human greed and error and to manage uncertainty, was\n basic and widespread. It underlay the development of the enormously\n successful state bureaucracies that responded to the Great Depression", "in the system, by agents acting within\nTo deal with the new complexity of contemporary life we need to\n re-introduce the human into the design of systems. We must put the soul", "passion for knowledge, and each other’s company.\nThe set of human systems necessary for action in this complex,\n unpredictable set of conditions, combining rationalization with human", "and shepherded Japan’s industrial regeneration from it. In technical\n systems too, we saw in mid-century marvels like the AT&T telephone", "goals consistent with a broader social concern than merely our own\n self-interest. 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[ "What is the central theme of February Strawberries?", "Why does Howell not want Linton to approach Snead in the restaurant?", "Howell offers all of the following reasons why resurrection is problematic EXCEPT:", "According to Howell, all of the following issues might arise from resurrecting people EXCEPT for?", "Why did Linton spend time in an asylum?", "Which of the following risks are explicitly associated with bringing someone back to life?", "Why does Linton murder Greta after just resurrecting her?", "What will likely happen after Mr. Linton killed Greta?", "What is the most likely identity of the man Linton believes to be Mr. Snead?", "Why does Linton initially believe that Greta attempted to murder him after he resurrected her?" ]

[ [ "Death, while tragic, should be permanent", "Just because technology has the means to accomplish great feats does not mean it should cross certain lines", "It is better to have all the details before making a life-changing and costly decision", "The value of a human life cannot transfer once one is resurrected" ], [ "Howell imagines that Snead has likely been resurrected and will try to go after Linton", "Howell knows that Linton has been resurrected and does not want him to be embarrassed if Linton commits a social faux pas", "Howell does not want Linton to learn about resurrection after what he did to become institutionalized", "Howell knows that Linton attempted to murder Snead before he suffered from a nervous breakdown" ], [ "It is illegal", "It conflicts with many people's religious beliefs", "It compromises the death industry", "It is extremely costly" ], [ "overpopulation", "unskilled practitioners", "insurance fraud", "android takeover" ], [ "he invested in bad stocks", "he committed murder", "suffers from delusions and hallucinations", "his wife died from cancer" ], [ "They may desire to seek revenge on the person who killed them", "They may not recognize the person who resurrected them", "The person who received their insurance settlement will have to return it", "They may suffer from cell deterioration" ], [ "Greta wants him to relieve her of her suffering", "He desires the rest of her insurance money", "He realized he resurrected the wrong person", "Greta attempted to kill him" ], [ "He will attempt to resurrect her again", "He will be re-institutionalized", "No one will ever find out what happened", "He will lose all of his money" ], [ "Snead's twin brother", "A complete stranger", "Snead (who never died)", "A resurrected Snead" ], [ "She wants the rest of his fortune", "She had a brain malfunction", "She is suffering from hallucinations", "She is part of an android cult" ] ]

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[ [ "FEBRUARY STRAWBERRIES\nBy JIM HARMON\nHow much is the impossible worth?\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from\n\n Worlds of If Science Fiction, March 1961.", "\"Darling, resurrection is a risky business and an expensive one. You\n have to pay premium prices for strawberries in February. I no longer\n have the money to pay for a resurrection of Johnny.\"", "\"I can't remember,\" she said. \"I can't really remember anything. Not\n really. My memories are ghosts....\"", "\"All that's ended now,\" the doctor assured him. \"Now we must go dig up\n the corpse. The female corpse, eh?\"\n\n\n Resurrection Day!", "Howell climbed to his feet hurriedly. \"I take you out to dinner to\n console you over the loss of your wife a half a year ago, and to make", "\"Months?\" The doctor snapped those weeks away with his fingers. \"It\n could be years. Centuries. It's all mathematics, my boy. I need only", "She accepted the verdict. She pulled away and touched at her hair. It\n was the same hair, black as evil, contrasting with her inner purity. Of", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "The pain stung him to sleep—a pain in his neck like a needle that left\n a hole big enough for a camel to pass through and big enough for him to", "let him out of the asylum as cured, he still secretly believed he had\n known a genuine affection for her. But it didn't seem he knew about\n death at all.", "\"It sounds carnal,\" he said uneasily.\n\n\n \"No, dear, it's perfect for some things that have to be done.\"", "to quench death and smother decay. It's\nperfect\n.\"", "Brain damage, he concluded nervously. Cell deterioration.\nGreta raised it again and he caught her wrists high over her head. She", "Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife,\n or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "Time\nthe other day that said 'death' was our dirty\n word, not sex. You want to shock somebody, you tell him, 'You're going", "But it didn't matter. Not a bit.\n\n\n She had thought she was his wife, sharing her viewpoint down to the\n finest detail, and he had thought she was his wife.", "writhed against him provocatively. \"Frank, I'm sorry, dear, but I have\n to have that insurance money. It's hell!\"", "\"Of course,\" Greta said. She sighed. \"Poor Johnny. He was such a good\n friend of yours. You must miss him. I'm so sorry for you.\"\n\n\n \"I have you,\" he said with great simplicity.", "\"Infallible risk, yes,\" Linton murmured. \"Could you go to work right\n away?\"\n\n\n \"First, I must follow an ancient medical practice. I must bleed you.\"" ], [ "\"Sh-h,\" Howell said uneasily. \"This is a public place.\"\n\n\n \"I don't understand,\" Linton said helplessly.", "Howell breathed in deeply and sucked back Linton's attention. \"Now\n you've probably got old Snead into trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Snead's dead,\" Linton said.", "Linton said, describing the scene over Howell's shoulder. \"If that's\n Snead's brother, I might catch him to pay my respects.\"", "Linton remembered. Howell had to know that he would remember. What\n were they trying to pull on him? \"The man who isn't Snead is leaving,\"", "Howell, the man across the table from him, looked embarrassed without\n looking. \"Not at all. Somebody who looks like him. Twin brother. You\n know how it is. Snead's dead, don't you remember?\"", "\"I wouldn't. Probably no relation to Snead at all. Somebody who looks\n like him.\"\n\n\n \"He's practically running,\" Linton said. \"He almost ran out of the\n restaurant.\"", "\"No,\" Howell said, \"I wouldn't do that.\"\n\n\n \"Snead came to Greta's funeral. It's the least I could do.\"", "Howell looked away. \"Frank, I don't have anything to do with that kind\n of people and if you're smart, you'll not either.\"", "Howell climbed to his feet hurriedly. \"I take you out to dinner to\n console you over the loss of your wife a half a year ago, and to make", "\"Who? Oh, the man who looked like Snead, you mean.\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Linton said.", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "He knew, of course, that Howell did not mean that. Howell meant that\n some people had a system of making it appear that a person had died\n in order to gain some illegal advantage. But by saying something so", "\"Look, Frank, you can't legalize a thing like resurrection,\" Howell\n said with feigned patience. \"There are strong religious convictions to", "\"I was only trying to find out something,\" Linton maintained. \"They\n could have told me. Everybody seems to know but me.\"", "A thick-bodied man at the next table leaned his groaning chair back\n intimately against Linton's own chair.\n\n\n \"That fellow who just left looked like a friend of yours, huh?\" the\n thick man said.", "\"An invention? I guess that's how it is,\" Howell agreed. \"I don't know\n much about people like that. I'm an honest businessman.\"", "Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that\n\n the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nLinton lay down his steel fork beside the massively solid transparency\n of the restaurant water glass.", "\"Come, come,\" the doctor chided. \"You started riots in two places,\n attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very\n disturbing.\"", "Linton grasped the situation immediately. \"You mean you want money. You\n realize I've just got out of an institution....\"", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein" ], [ "\"Look, Frank, you can't legalize a thing like resurrection,\" Howell\n said with feigned patience. \"There are strong religious convictions to", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "\"Think of all the problems it would cause. Insurance, for one thing.\n Overpopulation. Birth control is a touchy subject. They'd have to take\n it up if everybody got resurrected when they died, wouldn't they?\"", "\"Darling, resurrection is a risky business and an expensive one. You\n have to pay premium prices for strawberries in February. I no longer\n have the money to pay for a resurrection of Johnny.\"", "\"Tell me, Howell, where could I find a resurrectionist?\"", "\"There are a lot of fakes and quacks in the resurrection business. When\n the cops find out about a place, they break in, smash all the equipment", "Howell climbed to his feet hurriedly. \"I take you out to dinner to\n console you over the loss of your wife a half a year ago, and to make", "\"Oh, well, 'dead,'\" Howell replied.", "He knew, of course, that Howell did not mean that. Howell meant that\n some people had a system of making it appear that a person had died\n in order to gain some illegal advantage. But by saying something so", "\"All that's ended now,\" the doctor assured him. \"Now we must go dig up\n the corpse. The female corpse, eh?\"\n\n\n Resurrection Day!", "I've got to hurry too, Linton thought. It's Resurrection Day!\nThe doctor fluttered his hands and chirped about the office. \"Well,\n well, Mr. Linton, we understand you've been causing disturbances.\"", "\"Will you stop being cynical? Of course I can!\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, I'm beginning to believe in you,\" Linton said, \"but tell me,\n can you resurrect the\nlong\ndead?\"", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"", "Linton scooted forward on the insultingly cold metal chair and really\n looked at the doctor for the first time.\n\n\n \"Doctor, can you\nreally\nresurrect the dead?\"", "Howell breathed in deeply and sucked back Linton's attention. \"Now\n you've probably got old Snead into trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Snead's dead,\" Linton said.", "\"But Johnny was your friend, your best friend. Why didn't you have him\n resurrected the same way you did me?\"", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "\"No,\" Howell said, \"I wouldn't do that.\"\n\n\n \"Snead came to Greta's funeral. It's the least I could do.\"", "\"Sh-h,\" Howell said uneasily. \"This is a public place.\"\n\n\n \"I don't understand,\" Linton said helplessly.", "Howell, the man across the table from him, looked embarrassed without\n looking. \"Not at all. Somebody who looks like him. Twin brother. You\n know how it is. Snead's dead, don't you remember?\"" ], [ "\"Look, Frank, you can't legalize a thing like resurrection,\" Howell\n said with feigned patience. \"There are strong religious convictions to", "\"Think of all the problems it would cause. Insurance, for one thing.\n Overpopulation. Birth control is a touchy subject. They'd have to take\n it up if everybody got resurrected when they died, wouldn't they?\"", "\"Darling, resurrection is a risky business and an expensive one. You\n have to pay premium prices for strawberries in February. I no longer\n have the money to pay for a resurrection of Johnny.\"", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "\"Tell me, Howell, where could I find a resurrectionist?\"", "\"You mean, somebody has invented a way to bring dead people back to\n life?\" Linton said.", "\"Will you stop being cynical? Of course I can!\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, I'm beginning to believe in you,\" Linton said, \"but tell me,\n can you resurrect the\nlong\ndead?\"", "\"But Johnny was your friend, your best friend. Why didn't you have him\n resurrected the same way you did me?\"", "Linton scooted forward on the insultingly cold metal chair and really\n looked at the doctor for the first time.\n\n\n \"Doctor, can you\nreally\nresurrect the dead?\"", "\"All that's ended now,\" the doctor assured him. \"Now we must go dig up\n the corpse. The female corpse, eh?\"\n\n\n Resurrection Day!", "\"There are a lot of fakes and quacks in the resurrection business. When\n the cops find out about a place, they break in, smash all the equipment", "He knew, of course, that Howell did not mean that. Howell meant that\n some people had a system of making it appear that a person had died\n in order to gain some illegal advantage. But by saying something so", "Yes, it seemed they had to automate and modify the bodies somewhat\n in resurrection. They couldn't chemically revive the old corpse like\n pouring water on a wilted geranium.\n\n\n Or—", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"", "Howell climbed to his feet hurriedly. \"I take you out to dinner to\n console you over the loss of your wife a half a year ago, and to make", "Howell breathed in deeply and sucked back Linton's attention. \"Now\n you've probably got old Snead into trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Snead's dead,\" Linton said.", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "\"Oh, well, 'dead,'\" Howell replied.", "Did they use the old bodies at all? What were all those acid baths for\n if the bodies were used? Didn't the resurrectionists just destroy the\n old corpses and make androids, synthetic creatures, to take their place?", "one fragment of the body and my computers can compute what the rest\n of it was like and recreate it. It's infallible. Naturally there is a\n degree of risk involved.\"" ], [ "\"Come, come,\" the doctor chided. \"You started riots in two places,\n attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very\n disturbing.\"", "Linton grasped the situation immediately. \"You mean you want money. You\n realize I've just got out of an institution....\"", "\"Neither did I,\" Linton said hastily. \"I invested in shifty stocks,\n faltering bonds, and while I was away they sank to rock bottom.\"\n\n\n \"Then—\"", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "let him out of the asylum as cured, he still secretly believed he had\n known a genuine affection for her. But it didn't seem he knew about\n death at all.", "\"Now, now,\" Linton said, \"we mustn't get excited. You've been through a\n trial.\"", "\"I was only trying to find out something,\" Linton maintained. \"They\n could have told me. Everybody seems to know but me.\"", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "\"But it's wonderful,\" Linton said, thinking his immediate thoughts.\n \"Wonderful! Why should a thing like that be illegal? Why don't I know\n about it?\"", "\"Doctor,\" Linton whispered, \"my mind is singing with battalions of\n choirs. I hope that doesn't sound irreverent to you.\"", "\"Do you\nreally\nthink so, Doctor?\" Linton asked hopefully.", "to obtain. The doctor had taken the body and Linton's fortune and fed\n them both into the maw of his calculators, and by means of the secret,", "\"I've often been in institutions myself, for alcoholism, narcotics\n addiction and more.\"\n\n\n \"What a wonderful professional career,\" Linton said, when he couldn't\n care less.", "\"I see,\" Linton said.", "I've got to hurry too, Linton thought. It's Resurrection Day!\nThe doctor fluttered his hands and chirped about the office. \"Well,\n well, Mr. Linton, we understand you've been causing disturbances.\"", "\"Sh-h,\" Howell said uneasily. \"This is a public place.\"\n\n\n \"I don't understand,\" Linton said helplessly.", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "\"Infallible risk, yes,\" Linton murmured. \"Could you go to work right\n away?\"\n\n\n \"First, I must follow an ancient medical practice. I must bleed you.\"", "It wasn't fair at all, Linton thought. He should have had some time to\n prepare himself." ], [ "\"Darling, resurrection is a risky business and an expensive one. You\n have to pay premium prices for strawberries in February. I no longer\n have the money to pay for a resurrection of Johnny.\"", "\"You mean, somebody has invented a way to bring dead people back to\n life?\" Linton said.", "\"Think of all the problems it would cause. Insurance, for one thing.\n Overpopulation. Birth control is a touchy subject. They'd have to take\n it up if everybody got resurrected when they died, wouldn't they?\"", "\"Look, Frank, you can't legalize a thing like resurrection,\" Howell\n said with feigned patience. \"There are strong religious convictions to", "Linton scooted forward on the insultingly cold metal chair and really\n looked at the doctor for the first time.\n\n\n \"Doctor, can you\nreally\nresurrect the dead?\"", "\"Will you stop being cynical? Of course I can!\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, I'm beginning to believe in you,\" Linton said, \"but tell me,\n can you resurrect the\nlong\ndead?\"", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "one fragment of the body and my computers can compute what the rest\n of it was like and recreate it. It's infallible. Naturally there is a\n degree of risk involved.\"", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"", "\"But Johnny was your friend, your best friend. Why didn't you have him\n resurrected the same way you did me?\"", "\"All that's ended now,\" the doctor assured him. \"Now we must go dig up\n the corpse. The female corpse, eh?\"\n\n\n Resurrection Day!", "Yes, it seemed they had to automate and modify the bodies somewhat\n in resurrection. They couldn't chemically revive the old corpse like\n pouring water on a wilted geranium.\n\n\n Or—", "\"There are a lot of fakes and quacks in the resurrection business. When\n the cops find out about a place, they break in, smash all the equipment", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "\"Infallible risk, yes,\" Linton murmured. \"Could you go to work right\n away?\"\n\n\n \"First, I must follow an ancient medical practice. I must bleed you.\"", "\"Tell me, Howell, where could I find a resurrectionist?\"", "Brain damage, he concluded nervously. Cell deterioration.\nGreta raised it again and he caught her wrists high over her head. She", "Linton understood immediately. He felt foolish, humiliated. All that\n money! He had resurrected a gold ring that had turned his knuckles\n green. No one must ever know.", "photograph of a soul. It's monstrous. No one should do that. No one.\n But you're\nsure\nyou haven't the money to do it?\"" ], [ "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "\"Greta!\" he said, feeling a slight revulsion but repressing it. No\n doubt he would be able to adjust to her once having been dead the same", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "Linton scooted forward on the insultingly cold metal chair and really\n looked at the doctor for the first time.\n\n\n \"Doctor, can you\nreally\nresurrect the dead?\"", "Linton shook his head. It seemed impossible. But Greta opened the\n olive-drab slab of metal of the door to the doctor's inner-inner\n sanctum and walked out into the medicinal cold fluorescent lighting.", "\"Darling, resurrection is a risky business and an expensive one. You\n have to pay premium prices for strawberries in February. I no longer\n have the money to pay for a resurrection of Johnny.\"", "Greta pounced on the stand, hefted it at the base and ran toward him\n with it over her head.\n\n\n Linton leaped aside and Greta hit the edge of the desk instead of him.", "\"Will you stop being cynical? Of course I can!\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, I'm beginning to believe in you,\" Linton said, \"but tell me,\n can you resurrect the\nlong\ndead?\"", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "Brain damage, he concluded nervously. Cell deterioration.\nGreta raised it again and he caught her wrists high over her head. She", "the sawdust-fresh pine box that held the coffin. He had known what he\n sincerely felt to be a genuine affection for Greta. Even after they had", "Linton understood immediately. He felt foolish, humiliated. All that\n money! He had resurrected a gold ring that had turned his knuckles\n green. No one must ever know.", "\"You mean, somebody has invented a way to bring dead people back to\n life?\" Linton said.", "\"Of course,\" Greta said. She sighed. \"Poor Johnny. He was such a good\n friend of yours. You must miss him. I'm so sorry for you.\"\n\n\n \"I have you,\" he said with great simplicity.", "Greta turned her back to him. \"It's just as well. You shouldn't bring\n back Johnny to this dream of life, give him a ghost of mind and the", "to obtain. The doctor had taken the body and Linton's fortune and fed\n them both into the maw of his calculators, and by means of the secret,", "\"All that's ended now,\" the doctor assured him. \"Now we must go dig up\n the corpse. The female corpse, eh?\"\n\n\n Resurrection Day!", "Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife,\n or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on" ], [ "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "\"Greta!\" he said, feeling a slight revulsion but repressing it. No\n doubt he would be able to adjust to her once having been dead the same", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "Howell breathed in deeply and sucked back Linton's attention. \"Now\n you've probably got old Snead into trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Snead's dead,\" Linton said.", "\"Neither did I,\" Linton said hastily. \"I invested in shifty stocks,\n faltering bonds, and while I was away they sank to rock bottom.\"\n\n\n \"Then—\"", "\"Of course,\" Greta said. She sighed. \"Poor Johnny. He was such a good\n friend of yours. You must miss him. I'm so sorry for you.\"\n\n\n \"I have you,\" he said with great simplicity.", "\"Killed?\" Greta repeated blankly. \"Johnny Gorman was killed?\"\n\n\n \"Traffic accident. Killed instantly.\"", "Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife,\n or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on", "to obtain. The doctor had taken the body and Linton's fortune and fed\n them both into the maw of his calculators, and by means of the secret,", "\"Come, come,\" the doctor chided. \"You started riots in two places,\n attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very\n disturbing.\"", "\"Now, now,\" Linton said, \"we mustn't get excited. You've been through a\n trial.\"", "Brain damage, he concluded nervously. Cell deterioration.\nGreta raised it again and he caught her wrists high over her head. She", "Linton shook his head. It seemed impossible. But Greta opened the\n olive-drab slab of metal of the door to the doctor's inner-inner\n sanctum and walked out into the medicinal cold fluorescent lighting.", "Greta pounced on the stand, hefted it at the base and ran toward him\n with it over her head.\n\n\n Linton leaped aside and Greta hit the edge of the desk instead of him.", "\"Do you\nreally\nthink so, Doctor?\" Linton asked hopefully.", "\"No,\" Linton said. \"I'm sold out. I've borrowed on my insurance to the\n hilt. It won't pay any more until I'm buried, and then, of course, you\n can resurrect me.\"", "\"Couldn't have been him, though,\" Linton answered automatically. \"My\n friend's dead.\"", "Linton grasped the situation immediately. \"You mean you want money. You\n realize I've just got out of an institution....\"", "\"I was only trying to find out something,\" Linton maintained. \"They\n could have told me. Everybody seems to know but me.\"" ], [ "\"Who? Oh, the man who looked like Snead, you mean.\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Linton said.", "\"I wouldn't. Probably no relation to Snead at all. Somebody who looks\n like him.\"\n\n\n \"He's practically running,\" Linton said. \"He almost ran out of the\n restaurant.\"", "Linton remembered. Howell had to know that he would remember. What\n were they trying to pull on him? \"The man who isn't Snead is leaving,\"", "Howell breathed in deeply and sucked back Linton's attention. \"Now\n you've probably got old Snead into trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Snead's dead,\" Linton said.", "Linton said, describing the scene over Howell's shoulder. \"If that's\n Snead's brother, I might catch him to pay my respects.\"", "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "Howell, the man across the table from him, looked embarrassed without\n looking. \"Not at all. Somebody who looks like him. Twin brother. You\n know how it is. Snead's dead, don't you remember?\"", "\"I was only trying to find out something,\" Linton maintained. \"They\n could have told me. Everybody seems to know but me.\"", "\"Neither did I,\" Linton said hastily. \"I invested in shifty stocks,\n faltering bonds, and while I was away they sank to rock bottom.\"\n\n\n \"Then—\"", "A thick-bodied man at the next table leaned his groaning chair back\n intimately against Linton's own chair.\n\n\n \"That fellow who just left looked like a friend of yours, huh?\" the\n thick man said.", "\"Do you\nreally\nthink so, Doctor?\" Linton asked hopefully.", "\"Come, come,\" the doctor chided. \"You started riots in two places,\n attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very\n disturbing.\"", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"", "\"Sh-h,\" Howell said uneasily. \"This is a public place.\"\n\n\n \"I don't understand,\" Linton said helplessly.", "\"But it's wonderful,\" Linton said, thinking his immediate thoughts.\n \"Wonderful! Why should a thing like that be illegal? Why don't I know\n about it?\"", "\"Who by?\" Linton asked, thinking:\nGod?\n\"The Mafia, I guess. Who knows who runs it?\"", "\"Isn't that Rogers Snead at that table?\" he heard himself say stupidly." ], [ "\"What do you say it like that for?\" Linton demanded angrily. \"The\n man's dead. Plain dead. He's not Sherlock Holmes or the Frankenstein", "It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way\n around.\n\n\n \"I've killed my wife!\" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching\n his hands out to something.", "Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your\n wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again.\"", "\"Greta!\" he said, feeling a slight revulsion but repressing it. No\n doubt he would be able to adjust to her once having been dead the same", "Linton stared suspiciously. \"Do you know where I can find a\n resurrectionist?\"\n\n\n \"I am a resurrectionist.\"\n\n\n \"But the policeman brought me to you!\"", "Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time.\n\n\n \"I don't know, mind you,\" Howell said, puffing out tobacco smoke, \"but\n I suppose he might have been resurrected.\"", "Linton scooted forward on the insultingly cold metal chair and really\n looked at the doctor for the first time.\n\n\n \"Doctor, can you\nreally\nresurrect the dead?\"", "Linton understood immediately. He felt foolish, humiliated. All that\n money! He had resurrected a gold ring that had turned his knuckles\n green. No one must ever know.", "Linton shook his head. It seemed impossible. But Greta opened the\n olive-drab slab of metal of the door to the doctor's inner-inner\n sanctum and walked out into the medicinal cold fluorescent lighting.", "\"Will you stop being cynical? Of course I can!\"\n\n\n \"Doctor, I'm beginning to believe in you,\" Linton said, \"but tell me,\n can you resurrect the\nlong\ndead?\"", "Greta pounced on the stand, hefted it at the base and ran toward him\n with it over her head.\n\n\n Linton leaped aside and Greta hit the edge of the desk instead of him.", "Brain damage, he concluded nervously. Cell deterioration.\nGreta raised it again and he caught her wrists high over her head. She", "\"Darling, resurrection is a risky business and an expensive one. You\n have to pay premium prices for strawberries in February. I no longer\n have the money to pay for a resurrection of Johnny.\"", "\"Come, come,\" the doctor chided. \"You started riots in two places,\n attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very\n disturbing.\"", "Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife,\n or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on", "\"You mean, somebody has invented a way to bring dead people back to\n life?\" Linton said.", "the sawdust-fresh pine box that held the coffin. He had known what he\n sincerely felt to be a genuine affection for Greta. Even after they had", "Linton grasped the situation immediately. \"You mean you want money. You\n realize I've just got out of an institution....\"", "\"Couldn't have been him, though,\" Linton answered automatically. \"My\n friend's dead.\"", "I've got to hurry too, Linton thought. It's Resurrection Day!\nThe doctor fluttered his hands and chirped about the office. \"Well,\n well, Mr. Linton, we understand you've been causing disturbances.\"" ] ]

[ "The four men are ranked according to:", "What fuels Russell's loathing of Dunbar?", "What do the four men seek/value most in a star? That no one had ever heard of it before", "What does Dunbar mean in calling the other stars 'Jezebels' of stars? ", "What is ironic about Russell's decision to kill Dunbar?", "Why does Dunbar continue to tell stories of an enchanting paradise?", "What is Russell's greatest fear?" ]

[ [ "experience", "strength", "health", "age " ], [ "Dunbar's optimism", "Dunbar's age", "Dunbar's delusions", "Dunbar's laugh" ], [ "obscurity of location", "population of women", "geographical features", "prevalence of riches" ], [ "They are uncomely on the exterior, but thriving within", "They are designed to lure men to their deaths", "They are meant to distract travelers from their main focus", "They are seductive, but ultimately, unworthy of pursuit" ], [ "After killing Dunbar, Russell became just as delusional as Dunbar", "If Russell had not killed Dunbar, the three men would have never reached their ultimate paradise", "The four men were all going to die anyway, but they could have died together.", "If the four men had followed Dunbar, they all would have survived." ], [ "To motivate them to keep persisting until they arrive", "To convince himself that he is choosing the correct star", "To assuage his crewmen's minds before they inevitably die", "To lure the Johnson, Alvar, and Russell into a trap" ], [ "Being disappointed", "Losing his mind", "Being lost and alone", "Living forever" ] ]

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[ [ "Four men, thought Russell, held together by an invisible string of\n gravity, plunging through a lost pocket of hell's dark where there had", "After the wreck, the four of them had floated a while, floated and\n drifted together, four men in bulbous pressure suits like small", "Dunbar, the oldest of the four, an old space-buster with a face\n wrinkled like a dried prune, burned by cosmic rays and the suns of", "never been any sound or life, with old Dunbar the first in line,\n taking the lead because he was older and knew where he was and where\n he was going. Maybe Johnson, second in line, and Alvar who was third,", "Another said. \"He has a fine face, this old man. A noble face. Whoever\n he is ... wherever he came from, he died bravely and he knew the way,\n though he never reached this haven of the lost alive.\"", "And Dunbar had spouted endlessly about a world of treasure they would\n find, if they would just follow old Dunbar. That's what all four of", "Alvar said, \"We each take the star he likes best. I'll go back the\n other way. Russ, you take the left. And you, Johnson, go to the\n right.\"", "believe there is one we can live by, because we all seem to agree that\n the old man might have been right about that. If we stick together,\n the chance is three to one against us. But if each of us makes for one", "was old. It is obvious that he fought bravely, that he had great\n courage, and that he knew the way. He will be given a burial suitable\n to his stature, and he will rest here among the brave.", "Dunbar laughed. \"Sure, they all maybe have a touch of red, but it\n isn't the same, boys. I can tell the difference. Trust me—\"", "Russell said. \"Look—look to your left and to your right and behind\n us. Four suns. You guys see those other three suns all around you,\n don't you?\"", "Dunbar laughed. \"Boys, boys, don't get panicky. Keep your heads. Just\n stick to old Dunbar and he'll see you through. I'm always lucky. Only", "\"Lost people ... lost ... who knows how long,\" Dunbar said, as the\n four of them hurtled along. \"You never know where you'll find people", "\"Nor is it irony that he reached here dead,\" said the Lake Chieftain.\n He had been listening and he stepped forward and raised his arm. \"He", "Fading, he could hear their voices. \"Each to his own star,\" Johnson\n said. \"On a bee line.\"\n\n\n \"On a bee line,\" Alvar said.", "A lot of time had rushed past into darkness. Russell had no idea now\n how long the four of them had been plunging toward the red-rimmed sun", "pierced Dunbar's back. Now the fire was gone, extinguished\n automatically by units inside the suit. The suit was still inflated,\n self-sealing. Nothing appeared to have changed. The four of them", "Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face.\n \"We're heading to the right one, boys. Don't doubt me ... I been here.", "nobody's ever bothered to name or chart, to remember where it is, but\n I been here. I remember those four suns all spotted to form a perfect\n circle from this point, with us squarely in the middle. We explored", "\"How could he see any difference in those four stars?\" Russell said,\n louder." ], [ "And a human was smaller still, thought Russell when he was not hating\n Dunbar. Out here, a human being is the smallest thing of all. He", "about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and\n more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling\n optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and", "But Russell knew it and he'd admitted it from the first—that old\n Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird.", "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "away could see or care. Still—we might have a chance to live, even\n now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar.", "Russell screamed at Dunbar, then quieted down. He whispered. \"Six\n months to a year—out here—cooped up in these damn suits. You're", "\"Now quiet down, Russ,\" Dunbar said in a kind of dreadful crooning\n whisper. \"You calm down now. You younger fellows—you don't look at", "Russell suddenly shouted. \"Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?\"\n\n\n Johnson said. \"Dunbar—how long'll it take us?\"", "Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face.\n \"We're heading to the right one, boys. Don't doubt me ... I been here.", "Russell was very sick of the old man's voice. He was at least glad he\n didn't have to look at the old man now. His bald head, his skinny", "Russell did it before he hardly realized he was killing the old man.\n It was something he had had to do for a long time and that made it", "\"He was taking us wrong ... wrong!\" Russell screamed. \"Angels—music\n all night—houses like jewels—and women like angels—\"", "Johnson started to laugh. Russell was yelling wildly at them, and\n above his own yelling he could hear Johnson's rising laughter. \"Every", "old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't\n care.\"", "crazy as hell, Dunbar. Crazy ... crazy! Nobody could stand it. We'll\n all be crazier than you are—\"", "Sometimes Russell thought of other things besides his growing hatred\n of the old man. Sometimes he thought about the ship, lost back there", "Sweat ran down Russell's face. His voice trembled. \"No—that's wrong.\n You're both wrong.\" He could see himself going it alone. Going crazy", "easy. There was a flash of burning oxygen from inside the suit of\n Dunbar. If he'd aimed right, Russell knew the fire-bullet should have", "heard about, where the galactic space lanterns had absolutely no\n recognizable pattern. But Dunbar knew. And Russell was looking at\n Dunbar's suit up ahead, watching it more and more intently, thinking", "rum-dum. Russell had known now for some time that they were going in\n the wrong direction. No reason for knowing. Just a hunch. And Russell\n was sure his hunch was right." ], [ "had ever been, loaded with treasure that had no name, that no one had\n ever heard of before. And was, because of that, the richest treasure\n of all.", "them had been trying to find all their lives in the big cold grabbag\n of eternity—a rich star, a rich far fertile star where no one else", "nobody's ever bothered to name or chart, to remember where it is, but\n I been here. I remember those four suns all spotted to form a perfect\n circle from this point, with us squarely in the middle. We explored", "Fading, he could hear their voices. \"Each to his own star,\" Johnson\n said. \"On a bee line.\"\n\n\n \"On a bee line,\" Alvar said.", "guy's got a star of his own,\" Johnson said when he stopped laughing.\n \"And we got ours. A nice red-rimmed sun for each of us to call his\n very own.\"", "Alvar said, \"We each take the star he likes best. I'll go back the\n other way. Russ, you take the left. And you, Johnson, go to the\n right.\"", "Then he saw how the other two stars also were beginning to develop red\n rims. He yelled this fact out to the others. And Alvar said. \"Russ's", "the red rim around it.\"\nBut Dunbar's eyes were old and uncertain. How could they\n believe in his choice when every star in this forsaken", "Four men, thought Russell, held together by an invisible string of\n gravity, plunging through a lost pocket of hell's dark where there had", "And Dunbar had spouted endlessly about a world of treasure they would\n find, if they would just follow old Dunbar. That's what all four of", "Russell said, \"I've had a hunch all along that maybe the old man was\n here before, and that he was right about there being a star here with", "\"I know I'm right,\" Russell pleaded. \"My hunches always been right.\n My hunch got us out of that prison didn't it? Listen—I tell you it's\n that star to the left—\"", "heard about, where the galactic space lanterns had absolutely no\n recognizable pattern. But Dunbar knew. And Russell was looking at\n Dunbar's suit up ahead, watching it more and more intently, thinking", "\"How could he see any difference in those four stars?\" Russell said,\n louder.", "After the wreck, the four of them had floated a while, floated and\n drifted together, four men in bulbous pressure suits like small", "direction. And then someone says maybe they'd better go back the old\n way. An' pretty soon something breaks, or the food runs out, and\n you're a million million miles from someplace you don't care about any", "a world we can live on. But I've known we was heading wrong. I've had\n a hunch all along that the right star was the one to the left.\"", "A lot of time had rushed past into darkness. Russell had no idea now\n how long the four of them had been plunging toward the red-rimmed sun", "bother you. They're Jezebels of stars. All painted up in the darkness\n and pretty and waiting and calling and lying! They make you think of\n nice green worlds all running waters and dews and forests thick as", "How long ago that had been, Russell didn't know. All Russell knew was\n that they were millions of light years from any place he had ever" ], [ "bother you. They're Jezebels of stars. All painted up in the darkness\n and pretty and waiting and calling and lying! They make you think of\n nice green worlds all running waters and dews and forests thick as", "the red rim around it.\"\nBut Dunbar's eyes were old and uncertain. How could they\n believe in his choice when every star in this forsaken", "heard about, where the galactic space lanterns had absolutely no\n recognizable pattern. But Dunbar knew. And Russell was looking at\n Dunbar's suit up ahead, watching it more and more intently, thinking", "all the time. Jezebel stars, the old man said.\"", "thought then of what Dunbar would say to such a thought, how Dunbar\n would laugh that high piping squawking laugh of his and say that the\n human being was bigger than the Universe itself.", "Fading, he could hear their voices. \"Each to his own star,\" Johnson\n said. \"On a bee line.\"\n\n\n \"On a bee line,\" Alvar said.", "\"No life, boys, nothing,\" Dunbar laughed. \"Nothing on these other\n worlds but ashes ... just ashes and iron and dried blood, dried a\n million years or more.\"", "Then he saw how the other two stars also were beginning to develop red\n rims. He yelled this fact out to the others. And Alvar said. \"Russ's", "But Russell knew it and he'd admitted it from the first—that old\n Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird.", "Dunbar, the oldest of the four, an old space-buster with a face\n wrinkled like a dried prune, burned by cosmic rays and the suns of", "\"Paradise and there we'll be like gods, like Mercuries with wings\n flying on nights of sweet song. These other suns, don't let them", "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "blood,\" old Dunbar told the space-wrecked, desperate men.\n \"Only one way to go, where we can float down through the\n clouds to Paradise. That's straight ahead to the sun with", "\"He was taking us wrong ... wrong!\" Russell screamed. \"Angels—music\n all night—houses like jewels—and women like angels—\"", "crazy as hell, Dunbar. Crazy ... crazy! Nobody could stand it. We'll\n all be crazier than you are—\"", "And old Dunbar shooting right on ahead. And all three of them\n dwindling and dwindling and blinking out like little lights.", "And a human was smaller still, thought Russell when he was not hating\n Dunbar. Out here, a human being is the smallest thing of all. He", "guy's got a star of his own,\" Johnson said when he stopped laughing.\n \"And we got ours. A nice red-rimmed sun for each of us to call his\n very own.\"", "up through the clouds and the women dancing and the music playing. I\n remember seeing a ship there that brought those women there, a long\n long time before ever I got there. A land like heaven and women like", "\"I know I'm right,\" Russell pleaded. \"My hunches always been right.\n My hunch got us out of that prison didn't it? Listen—I tell you it's\n that star to the left—\"" ], [ "Russell did it before he hardly realized he was killing the old man.\n It was something he had had to do for a long time and that made it", "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "away could see or care. Still—we might have a chance to live, even\n now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar.", "\"I did it for the three of us,\" Russell said. \"It was either him or us.\n Lies ... lies that was all he had left in his crazy head. Paradise ...", "But Russell knew it and he'd admitted it from the first—that old\n Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird.", "Russell's head fell forward against the front of his helmet, and he\n closed his eyes. \"Maybe,\" he thought, \"I shouldn't have killed the old\n man. Maybe one sun's as good as another....\"", "Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face.\n \"We're heading to the right one, boys. Don't doubt me ... I been here.", "\"Now quiet down, Russ,\" Dunbar said in a kind of dreadful crooning\n whisper. \"You calm down now. You younger fellows—you don't look at", "Russell suddenly shouted. \"Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?\"\n\n\n Johnson said. \"Dunbar—how long'll it take us?\"", "And a human was smaller still, thought Russell when he was not hating\n Dunbar. Out here, a human being is the smallest thing of all. He", "about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and\n more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling\n optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and", "\"Ready, Russ?\"\n\n\n Russell couldn't say anything. He stared at the endless void which now\n he would share with no one. Not even crazy old Dunbar.", "easy. There was a flash of burning oxygen from inside the suit of\n Dunbar. If he'd aimed right, Russell knew the fire-bullet should have", "old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't\n care.\"", "Sweat ran down Russell's face. His voice trembled. \"No—that's wrong.\n You're both wrong.\" He could see himself going it alone. Going crazy", "Russell screamed at Dunbar, then quieted down. He whispered. \"Six\n months to a year—out here—cooped up in these damn suits. You're", "Russell felt the release, felt the sudden inexplicable isolation and\n aloneness even before Alvar and Johnson used their life-guns and shot\n out of sight, Johnson toward the left and Alvar back toward that other\n red-rimmed sun behind them.", "Johnson started to laugh. Russell was yelling wildly at them, and\n above his own yelling he could hear Johnson's rising laughter. \"Every", "Russell used his own life-gun and in a little while he didn't hear\n Alvar or Johnson's voices, nor could he see them. They were thousands\n of miles away, and going further all the time.", "Dunbar's last faint cry from inside his suit still rang in Russell's\n ears, and he knew Alvar and Johnson had heard it too. Alvar and\n Johnson both called Dunbar's name a few times. There was no answer." ], [ "And Dunbar had spouted endlessly about a world of treasure they would\n find, if they would just follow old Dunbar. That's what all four of", "it's a paradise. Not just a place to live, boys—but a place you'll\n have trouble believing in because it's like a dream!\"", "for Dunbar. Hell no—Dunbar had to start talking about a place they\n could go where they'd never be apprehended, in a system no one else", "blood,\" old Dunbar told the space-wrecked, desperate men.\n \"Only one way to go, where we can float down through the\n clouds to Paradise. That's straight ahead to the sun with", "paradise.\"", "about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and\n more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling\n optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and", "Somewhere, sometime then ... Russell got the idea that the only way\n was to get rid of Dunbar.\nYou mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun,\"\n Russell said.", "to some outpost to entertain. They're like angels now, living in a\n land all free from care. Every place you see green forests and fields", "Dunbar laughed. \"Boys, boys, don't get panicky. Keep your heads. Just\n stick to old Dunbar and he'll see you through. I'm always lucky. Only", "the red rim around it.\"\nBut Dunbar's eyes were old and uncertain. How could they\n believe in his choice when every star in this forsaken", "worlds so far away they were scarcely credible, had taken command.\n Suddenly, Old Dunbar had known where they were. Suddenly, Dunbar knew\n where they were going.", "thought then of what Dunbar would say to such a thought, how Dunbar\n would laugh that high piping squawking laugh of his and say that the\n human being was bigger than the Universe itself.", "crazy as hell, Dunbar. Crazy ... crazy! Nobody could stand it. We'll\n all be crazier than you are—\"", "up through the clouds and the women dancing and the music playing. I\n remember seeing a ship there that brought those women there, a long\n long time before ever I got there. A land like heaven and women like", "\"That's right, boys!\" yelled old Dunbar in that sickeningly optimistic\n voice. Like a hysterical old woman's. \"Just about in the sweet dark\n old middle.\"", "in—that'll be paradise enough for us. But it'll take a long time\n won't it? And what if it isn't there—what if after all the time we", "old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't\n care.\"", "\"No life, boys, nothing,\" Dunbar laughed. \"Nothing on these other\n worlds but ashes ... just ashes and iron and dried blood, dried a\n million years or more.\"", "than old Dunbar will ever be, even if he keeps on getting nuttier all\n the time.", "all these suns and the worlds that go round 'em. Trust me, boys, and\n we'll reach the right one. And that one's just like Paradise.\"" ], [ "Sweat ran down Russell's face. His voice trembled. \"No—that's wrong.\n You're both wrong.\" He could see himself going it alone. Going crazy", "\"No ... God no....\" Russell whispered over and over. \"None of us can\n ever make it alone....\"", "Russell did it before he hardly realized he was killing the old man.\n It was something he had had to do for a long time and that made it", "\"He was taking us wrong ... wrong!\" Russell screamed. \"Angels—music\n all night—houses like jewels—and women like angels—\"", "Russell was very sick of the old man's voice. He was at least glad he\n didn't have to look at the old man now. His bald head, his skinny", "Russell's head fell forward against the front of his helmet, and he\n closed his eyes. \"Maybe,\" he thought, \"I shouldn't have killed the old\n man. Maybe one sun's as good as another....\"", "And a human was smaller still, thought Russell when he was not hating\n Dunbar. Out here, a human being is the smallest thing of all. He", "Russell used his own life-gun and in a little while he didn't hear\n Alvar or Johnson's voices, nor could he see them. They were thousands\n of miles away, and going further all the time.", "away could see or care. Still—we might have a chance to live, even\n now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar.", "Russell felt the release, felt the sudden inexplicable isolation and\n aloneness even before Alvar and Johnson used their life-guns and shot\n out of sight, Johnson toward the left and Alvar back toward that other\n red-rimmed sun behind them.", "Sometimes Russell thought of other things besides his growing hatred\n of the old man. Sometimes he thought about the ship, lost back there", "Johnson started to laugh. Russell was yelling wildly at them, and\n above his own yelling he could hear Johnson's rising laughter. \"Every", "How long ago that had been, Russell didn't know. All Russell knew was\n that they were millions of light years from any place he had ever", "\"I know I'm right,\" Russell pleaded. \"My hunches always been right.\n My hunch got us out of that prison didn't it? Listen—I tell you it's\n that star to the left—\"", "\"I did it for the three of us,\" Russell said. \"It was either him or us.\n Lies ... lies that was all he had left in his crazy head. Paradise ...", "\"We got to stay together,\" said Russell. \"Nobody could spend a year\n out here ... alone....\"", "Russell wanted to laugh, but the last time he'd given way to this\n impulse, the results inside his helmet had been too unpleasant to\n repeat.", "\"Paradise is it,\" Russell whispered hoarsely.", "After that they traveled on for what seemed months to Russell, but it\n couldn't have been over a day or two of the kind of time-sense he had\n inherited from Earth.", "\"Ready, Russ?\"\n\n\n Russell couldn't say anything. He stared at the endless void which now\n he would share with no one. Not even crazy old Dunbar." ] ]

[ "Which term best describes Sara's relationship with her parents?", "Why have Sara and her father not spoken in over a year?", "At what point did Sara's relationship with her father sharply transition?", "Describe Sara's attitude toward Fox:", "What is ironic about Sara's father's justification for the ads on his page?", "To what commonality are Sara and her father oblivious?", "In Sara's version of the Chevrolet ad, what is implied as the thing that makes America great?", "Which statement best represents the central theme of the text? " ]

[ [ "inflammatory", "tenuous", "strained", "obligatory" ], [ "Sara attended college in New York and stayed there after graduating.", "They have intense disagreements on most political issues.", "Sara and her father voted for different presidential candidates.", "Sara's father was an authoritative presence during her high school years." ], [ "When she remained in New York after graduating from NYU", "When she pierced her nose", "When she began high school", "When she moved to New York" ], [ "disgusted", "irked", "confused", "ambivalent" ], [ "He claims to value entities that create jobs, and ignores the potential for solar energy to do the same.", "He accuses Sara of hating advertising, when her job involves advertising.", "He accuses Sara of hating America, when most of his ads are from other countries.", "He dislikes modern ads for companies like Lyft, but supports them if they benefit him personally." ], [ "Their realities both stem from limited, biased media spheres.\n", "They both take Sara's mother for granted.", "They both claim to support job generation, but invest in companies and entities that eliminate jobs.", "The advertisements they watch are driving them apart, versus bringing them together." ], [ "freedom of speech", "freedom of religion", "diverse inhabitants", "affordable vehicles" ], [ "The media is ultimately responsible for the breakdown of the American family.", "People will be happy as long as the status quo is maintained.", "Humans have much more in common than they have in difference.", "While social media purports to bring us together, it more often drives us apart." ] ]

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[ [ "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "directly. \"I'm sorry honey.\" She looks old, Sara thinks,", "Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle.", "Sara looks over to Mom, who looks like she's on the brink of tears. Suddenly she finds she's also lost the will to fight. Gently she closes the iPad and puts it down on the table, next to her plate.", "\"Sara!\" says Mom. \n\n \"No I'm sorry, I can't. I can't sit here and watch this… this bullshit. This propaganda.\" She storms out of the room.", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "back to Sara her eyes are damp. \"This is why", "Mom sighs, shoulders falling, looks at Sara directly.", "\"Don't joke Sara, I'm serious. There's a lot that bothers him. The state of the world. The future. All these damn wars.\" \n\n \"We're all worried about all that, Mom.\"", "Dad is in the bathroom, and Sara has had enough", "Sara laughs, covering her mouth as she nearly chokes on chewed food. \"What? No they don't Dad.\"", "and Sara can feel herself being encompassed by a bubble,", "his seat, steps away from the table. Sara sighs, thinking", "\"He's worried about his health.\nI'm\nworried about his health. Probably more than he is.\" \n\n Sara looks up from her phone, genuine concern. \"Is he OK?\"", "\"Honey?\" \n\n Dad pauses the TV, looks up at her. It looks like he's been crying too. \"Sara?\" \n\n \"Did you - did you watch it?\"", "\"Sara!\" Mom makes to get up.", "\"Look it up?\" Sara shakes her head, not knowing where to even start. \"Dad, who is telling you this stuff?\"", "Sara slips her phone into her pocket, genuine guilt. Feels like a spoiled kid. \"I didn't realise. I'm sorry.\"", "\"Fuck this,\" says Sara, getting up from her seat.", "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing." ], [ "directly. \"I'm sorry honey.\" She looks old, Sara thinks,", "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "Dad is in the bathroom, and Sara has had enough", "\"Honey?\" \n\n Dad pauses the TV, looks up at her. It looks like he's been crying too. \"Sara?\" \n\n \"Did you - did you watch it?\"", "Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle.", "Sara looks over to Mom, who looks like she's on the brink of tears. Suddenly she finds she's also lost the will to fight. Gently she closes the iPad and puts it down on the table, next to her plate.", "\"Sara!\" says Mom. \n\n \"No I'm sorry, I can't. I can't sit here and watch this… this bullshit. This propaganda.\" She storms out of the room.", "Sara laughs, covering her mouth as she nearly chokes on chewed food. \"What? No they don't Dad.\"", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "Their first words in nearly a year. Fine. So far. She relaxes. Of course it is. How bad could it be? \n\n \"I thought I was gonna come pick you up from the airport?\"", "back to Sara her eyes are damp. \"This is why", "\"No one is telling me it, Sara. I read it. It's in the news. I mean, really, I'm surprised you've not seen it. It was all over Facebook.\"", "She falls on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. \"I'm sorry Dad. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be so mean-\"", "\"Hey Dad.\" \n\n His head jerks to look at her. \"Hey! When did you get here?\" He starts to push himself up.", "\"Don't joke Sara, I'm serious. There's a lot that bothers him. The state of the world. The future. All these damn wars.\" \n\n \"We're all worried about all that, Mom.\"", "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing.", "with Dad has never been right since she was a", "\"Look it up?\" Sara shakes her head, not knowing where to even start. \"Dad, who is telling you this stuff?\"", "\"No, just leave her,\" says Dad, gently, his eyes still fixed on the screen. \"Just let her go.\"", "\"Fuck this,\" says Sara, getting up from her seat." ], [ "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "directly. \"I'm sorry honey.\" She looks old, Sara thinks,", "\"Honey?\" \n\n Dad pauses the TV, looks up at her. It looks like he's been crying too. \"Sara?\" \n\n \"Did you - did you watch it?\"", "Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle.", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "Dad is in the bathroom, and Sara has had enough", "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing.", "Sara looks over to Mom, who looks like she's on the brink of tears. Suddenly she finds she's also lost the will to fight. Gently she closes the iPad and puts it down on the table, next to her plate.", "\"Sara!\" says Mom. \n\n \"No I'm sorry, I can't. I can't sit here and watch this… this bullshit. This propaganda.\" She storms out of the room.", "She falls on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. \"I'm sorry Dad. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be so mean-\"", "\"Hey Dad.\" \n\n His head jerks to look at her. \"Hey! When did you get here?\" He starts to push himself up.", "Sara laughs, covering her mouth as she nearly chokes on chewed food. \"What? No they don't Dad.\"", "back to Sara her eyes are damp. \"This is why", "\"Look it up?\" Sara shakes her head, not knowing where to even start. \"Dad, who is telling you this stuff?\"", "\"No, just leave her,\" says Dad, gently, his eyes still fixed on the screen. \"Just let her go.\"", "Their first words in nearly a year. Fine. So far. She relaxes. Of course it is. How bad could it be? \n\n \"I thought I was gonna come pick you up from the airport?\"", "\"Fuck this,\" says Sara, getting up from her seat.", "Mom smiles, walks over and kisses her on the forehead. \"It's OK honey. Don't feel bad. Just go. Just go sit in there with him and watch some TV. Please.\"", "Mom sighs, shoulders falling, looks at Sara directly.", "\"Don't get up Dad, it's fine. Really.\" She takes a seat on the couch. \"I just got here, like two minutes ago.\" \n\n \"Good flight?\"" ], [ "directly. \"I'm sorry honey.\" She looks old, Sara thinks,", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "Sara looks over to Mom, who looks like she's on the brink of tears. Suddenly she finds she's also lost the will to fight. Gently she closes the iPad and puts it down on the table, next to her plate.", "\"Fuck this,\" says Sara, getting up from her seat.", "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "back to Sara her eyes are damp. \"This is why", "Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle.", "and Sara can feel herself being encompassed by a bubble,", "of the wall. Fox News. She braces herself again.", "Mom sighs, shoulders falling, looks at Sara directly.", "his seat, steps away from the table. Sara sighs, thinking", "\"Sara!\" says Mom. \n\n \"No I'm sorry, I can't. I can't sit here and watch this… this bullshit. This propaganda.\" She storms out of the room.", "Sara slips her phone into her pocket, genuine guilt. Feels like a spoiled kid. \"I didn't realise. I'm sorry.\"", "Sara laughs, covering her mouth as she nearly chokes on chewed food. \"What? No they don't Dad.\"", "\"They show me this stuff because they've got products to sell. That's how the economy works. That's how we create jobs. Godammit Sara, are you telling me you hate\nadvertising\nnow? Do you just hate everything about America?\"", "\"No one is telling me it, Sara. I read it. It's in the news. I mean, really, I'm surprised you've not seen it. It was all over Facebook.\"", "Sara turns back to the TV, to watching the war, to trying to work out which one it is.", "enough of Fox and whichever war this is. She reaches", "\"Don't joke Sara, I'm serious. There's a lot that bothers him. The state of the world. The future. All these damn wars.\" \n\n \"We're all worried about all that, Mom.\"", "\"He's worried about his health.\nI'm\nworried about his health. Probably more than he is.\" \n\n Sara looks up from her phone, genuine concern. \"Is he OK?\"" ], [ "\"They show me this stuff because they've got products to sell. That's how the economy works. That's how we create jobs. Godammit Sara, are you telling me you hate\nadvertising\nnow? Do you just hate everything about America?\"", "\"No one is telling me it, Sara. I read it. It's in the news. I mean, really, I'm surprised you've not seen it. It was all over Facebook.\"", "Sara laughs, covering her mouth as she nearly chokes on chewed food. \"What? No they don't Dad.\"", "\"Jesus Christ Dad, these ads!\" \n\n \"No blasphemy at the dinner table, please honey\" says Mom. \n\n \"What about them?\"", "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "directly. \"I'm sorry honey.\" She looks old, Sara thinks,", "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing.", "his ads. It's something special he has with you, he", "Dad is in the bathroom, and Sara has had enough", "\"Don't joke Sara, I'm serious. There's a lot that bothers him. The state of the world. The future. All these damn wars.\" \n\n \"We're all worried about all that, Mom.\"", "He grins back at her. \"Like Super Bowl ads?\" \n\n She laughs. \"I guess. But you know what I mean, really.\"", "\"Just… just look at them. They're terrifying. They're like… like adverts for the end of the world! You know they show you this stuff just to make you scared, right? Just to keep you paranoid.\"", "back to Sara her eyes are damp. \"This is why", "\"Sara!\" says Mom. \n\n \"No I'm sorry, I can't. I can't sit here and watch this… this bullshit. This propaganda.\" She storms out of the room.", "Alone, seen only by the TV, Dad smiles to himself. He picks up the remote, but instead of hitting play, he finds himself hitting rewind.", "\"He's worried about his health.\nI'm\nworried about his health. Probably more than he is.\" \n\n Sara looks up from her phone, genuine concern. \"Is he OK?\"", "\"Look it up?\" Sara shakes her head, not knowing where to even start. \"Dad, who is telling you this stuff?\"", "He stabs at the screen, looks for a while, stabs again. Flips it over and hands it to her. \"Here. Read.\"", "\"No, just leave her,\" says Dad, gently, his eyes still fixed on the screen. \"Just let her go.\"", "\"Honey?\" \n\n Dad pauses the TV, looks up at her. It looks like he's been crying too. \"Sara?\" \n\n \"Did you - did you watch it?\"" ], [ "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "Sara laughs, covering her mouth as she nearly chokes on chewed food. \"What? No they don't Dad.\"", "directly. \"I'm sorry honey.\" She looks old, Sara thinks,", "\"Don't joke Sara, I'm serious. There's a lot that bothers him. The state of the world. The future. All these damn wars.\" \n\n \"We're all worried about all that, Mom.\"", "Dad is in the bathroom, and Sara has had enough", "Sara looks over to Mom, who looks like she's on the brink of tears. Suddenly she finds she's also lost the will to fight. Gently she closes the iPad and puts it down on the table, next to her plate.", "Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle.", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "\"No one is telling me it, Sara. I read it. It's in the news. I mean, really, I'm surprised you've not seen it. It was all over Facebook.\"", "back to Sara her eyes are damp. \"This is why", "\"Honey?\" \n\n Dad pauses the TV, looks up at her. It looks like he's been crying too. \"Sara?\" \n\n \"Did you - did you watch it?\"", "\"Sara!\" says Mom. \n\n \"No I'm sorry, I can't. I can't sit here and watch this… this bullshit. This propaganda.\" She storms out of the room.", "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing.", "his seat, steps away from the table. Sara sighs, thinking", "Mom sighs, shoulders falling, looks at Sara directly.", "\"He's worried about his health.\nI'm\nworried about his health. Probably more than he is.\" \n\n Sara looks up from her phone, genuine concern. \"Is he OK?\"", "and Sara can feel herself being encompassed by a bubble,", "\"Look it up?\" Sara shakes her head, not knowing where to even start. \"Dad, who is telling you this stuff?\"", "\"No, just leave her,\" says Dad, gently, his eyes still fixed on the screen. \"Just let her go.\"", "Sara slips her phone into her pocket, genuine guilt. Feels like a spoiled kid. \"I didn't realise. I'm sorry.\"" ], [ "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing.", "The jeep starts up, pulls away from the camera in a cloud of dust.\nFade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'", "\"They show me this stuff because they've got products to sell. That's how the economy works. That's how we create jobs. Godammit Sara, are you telling me you hate\nadvertising\nnow? Do you just hate everything about America?\"", "Voiceover: Keeping America safe means never sleeping, but keeping America great means never forgetting who we are, and how we got here.\nThe jeep starts up, pulls away from the camera in a cloud of dust.", "who knew chevrolet were so woke\ni can't believe they did that, so amazing\nHang on, are they taking about the same ad?", "Cut to: exterior shot of the trailer. The still anonymous pilot exits, walks back towards his jeep.\nVoiceover: Keeping America safe means never sleeping, but keeping America great means never forgetting who we are, and what keeps us strong.", "\"The Chevrolet ad?\" \n\n \"Yeah.\" \n\n \"Yeah, we did.\" Embarrassed, he wipes a tear from his cheek. \"It was… it was very moving.\"", "Everybody seems to be talking about the same thing.\nomg im crying\nholy shit that chevrolet ad /fire emoji\nthat was sooooo beautiful", "Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle.", "Cut to: drone footage. The pilot is watching the group. As he tracks away from the main party to where the girl is sat, the camera reveals what she has drawn.\nA large, child's rendition of the American flag.", "\"Sara!\" says Mom. \n\n \"No I'm sorry, I can't. I can't sit here and watch this… this bullshit. This propaganda.\" She storms out of the room.", "There's a brief second, a fleeting moment, where Sara can bite her lip, let it go. She misses it. \"But I thought it was immigrants that are stealing people's jobs?\"", "He grins back at her. \"Like Super Bowl ads?\" \n\n She laughs. \"I guess. But you know what I mean, really.\"", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "back to Sara her eyes are damp. \"This is why", "Mom and Dad watch Sara leave the room, and then look at each other. \n\n \"Well.\" \n\n \"Well indeed.\"", "directly. \"I'm sorry honey.\" She looks old, Sara thinks,", "Dawn. Red skies over the desert. A Chevrolet truck pulls up next to a large, trailer. Low shot next to the front tire, as a cowboy booted foot drops down from the door, disturbing dust.", "Sara laughs, covering her mouth as she nearly chokes on chewed food. \"What? No they don't Dad.\"", "\"Don't joke Sara, I'm serious. There's a lot that bothers him. The state of the world. The future. All these damn wars.\" \n\n \"We're all worried about all that, Mom.\"" ], [ "Underneath it, it childlike handwriting, some words. 'I have a dream'\nText flashes across the screen. ALERT CANCELLED. ALL PATROLS: STAND DOWN", "Cut to: drone footage. The pilot is watching the group. As he tracks away from the main party to where the girl is sat, the camera reveals what she has drawn.\nA large, child's rendition of the American flag.", "Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'\nSara finds herself in the front room, sobbing.", "\"Well, maybe you should read things yourself before passing", "Cut to: exterior shot of the trailer. The still anonymous pilot exits, walks back towards his jeep.\nVoiceover: Keeping America safe means never sleeping, but keeping America great means never forgetting who we are, and what keeps us strong.", "Cut to: on the ground, in the desert. The group of figures are revealed to be a Mexican family, maybe two. Men, women, children. They look tired, hungry. They stop to rest, sipping the little water they have left from tattered plastic bottles.", "\"They show me this stuff because they've got products to sell. That's how the economy works. That's how we create jobs. Godammit Sara, are you telling me you hate\nadvertising\nnow? Do you just hate everything about America?\"", "\"Just… just look at them. They're terrifying. They're like… like adverts for the end of the world! You know they show you this stuff just to make you scared, right? Just to keep you paranoid.\"", "people with his problems. Hates pity.\" She pauses, looks out", "For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself.", "Voiceover: Keeping America safe means never sleeping, but keeping America great means never forgetting who we are, and how we got here.\nThe jeep starts up, pulls away from the camera in a cloud of dust.", "He stabs at the screen, looks for a while, stabs again. Flips it over and hands it to her. \"Here. Read.\"", "That there's still things that can bring us together.\"", "The jeep starts up, pulls away from the camera in a cloud of dust.\nFade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black.\n'We know what really makes America great'", "But it's too late.\nFrom three different directions, three different Chevrolet jeeps appear, screeching to a halt, kicking up dust. From them jump Border Patrol agents and Minutemen militia, guns drawn and ready.", "Text flashes across the screen. ALERT CANCELLED. THREAT NEUTRALISED.\nCut to: the drone, banking and turning, flying away.", "She sighs, wipes a tear from her cheek. On autopilot she takes her phone from her pocket, feels its reassuring warmth in her hand, and swipes open Twitter.", "passing judgement on them.\" He pushes himself up from his", "\"It's OK, honey. It really is.\" \n\n \"No, no it's not. We always fight. And I know that's mainly my fault-\"", "them sound cute and adorable, the truth is shit with" ] ]

[ "What is Prantera referring to when he mentions 'Quentin'?", "What is Prantera referring to when he mentions a 'mouthpiece'?", "What is Prantera referring to when he mentions a 'pressure cooker'?", "What central theme of the story is revealed in the conclusion?", "How does Prantera initially gain trust with Temple-Tracy?", "Why are Reston-Farrell and Brett-James not willing to assassinate Temple-Tracy themselves?", "All of the following motivate Prantera to accept the proposal from Brett-James and Reston-Ferrell EXCEPT:" ]

[ [ "a target", "an asylum", "an associate", "a prison" ], [ "a lawyer", "a weapon", "a disguise", "a crime boss" ], [ "a courtroom", "an interrogation room", "a mental asylum", "a set-up" ], [ "The more good you do for others, the more opportunity for them to criticize you", "If someone is willing to take a life, you cannot trust them to make moral decisions", "When cornered, threatened creatures will do anything to survive", "The prosperity of a nation is more important than any individual life" ], [ "Giving him information about his opponents", "Speaking to him in Amer-English", "Revealing his potential assassins", "Giving him a 1925 Old Calendar" ], [ "They would feel such guilt after taking a fellow human's life as to cause them long-lasting anguish", "They are fearful of Temple-Tracy's followers using him as a martyr to strengthen their cause", "They are afraid of what might happen if they are forced to receive psychiatric treatment", "They do not possess hatred in their genetic sequence and are incapable of committing vile acts" ], [ "He does not need to worry about Temple-Tracy's followers seeking revenge", "He does not have to fear being arrested by the police", "He is unlikely to encounter someone with weapons during the job", "He does not have a chance of being sent back to 1960" ] ]

[ 4, 1, 3, 2, 2, 4, 1 ]

[ 0, 0, 1, 1, 1, 0, 1 ]

[ [ "Joe Prantera's mind suddenly reverted\n to those last memories and his\n eyes narrowed dangerously. He felt\n suddenly at bay. He said, \"Maybe\n you guys better let me in on what's\n this all about.\"", "Joe Prantera looked from one of\n them to the other, scowling. \"What\n are you guys talking about?\"", "Prantera, wouldn't it? The maternal\n linage was almost universally\n ignored.\" His voice too gave the impression\n he was speaking a language", "Joe Prantera had been rocking\n with the mental blows he had been\n assimilating, but this was the final\n haymaker. He was stuck in this\n squaresville of a world.\nJoe Prantera on a job was thorough.", "\"That is correct.\"\n\n\n \"Like hell you do. You think I'm\n stupid? I never even seen you before.\"\n Joe Prantera came abruptly to\n his feet. \"I'm gettin' outta here.\"", "The doctor said, \"We explained\n the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen\n Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous,\n atavistic, evil genius. We are\n afraid for our institutions if his plans\n are allowed to mature.\"", "\"That is why we brought you here,\n Mr. Prantera. You were ... you\n are, a professional assassin.\"\n\n\n \"Hey, wait a minute, now.\"", "Brett-James said gently, \"Hardly\n for one hundred and seventy years,\n Mr. Prantera.\"", "\"I am afraid you have no alternative,\"\n Brett-James said gently. \"Without\n us, what will you do? Mr. Prantera,\n you do not even speak the language.\"", "The two men of the future said\n nothing more for long minutes while\n Joe Prantera's mind whirled its confusion.", "The newcomer started off on another\n tack. \"My name is Lawrence\n Reston-Farrell. If I am not mistaken,\n you are Joseph Salviati-Prantera.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"Mr. Prantera,\n we have brought you from your era\n to perform a task for us.\"", "Joe Prantera had never been exposed\n to the concept of time travel.\n He had simply never associated with\n anyone who had ever even remotely\n considered such an idea. Now he said,\n \"You mean, like, I been asleep all\n that time?\"", "Reston-Farrell said compassionately,\n \"Try this, it's excellent cognac.\"\n\n\n Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally,\n flatly, \"What's it all about?\"", "Joe Prantera said impatiently, \"The\n getaway. After I give it to this Howard\n Temple-Tracy guy, I gotta go on\n the run, don't I?\"", "Brett-James said, \"Let me do it,\n Lawrence.\" He turned his eyes to Joe.\n \"Mr. Prantera, in your own era, did\n you ever consider the future?\"", "\"Yes,\" Brett-James said, his voice\n soft. \"They are all dead, Mr. Prantera.\n Their children are all dead, and their\n grandchildren.\"", "Warren Brett-James said soothingly,\n \"Prepare yourself for somewhat\n of a shock, Mr. Prantera. You are no\n longer in Los Angeles—\"", "\"See here, Mr. Prantera,\" Brett-James\n said softly. \"We no longer have\n capital punishment, you must realize.\"", "Joe Prantera looked at the other\n expressionlessly. Maybe the old duck\n was one of these foreign doctors, like." ], [ "Joe Prantera's mind suddenly reverted\n to those last memories and his\n eyes narrowed dangerously. He felt\n suddenly at bay. He said, \"Maybe\n you guys better let me in on what's\n this all about.\"", "\"I wanta mouthpiece,\" Joe said\n flatly, \"or let me outta here.\"\n\n\n Lawrence Reston-Farrell said, \"You\n are not being constrained. There are\n clothes for you in the closet there.\"", "Joe Prantera looked from one of\n them to the other, scowling. \"What\n are you guys talking about?\"", "Joe Prantera had been rocking\n with the mental blows he had been\n assimilating, but this was the final\n haymaker. He was stuck in this\n squaresville of a world.\nJoe Prantera on a job was thorough.", "leaves the house all by hisself. O.K.,\n so I can make plans, like, to give it\n to him.\" Joe Prantera wound it up\n reasonably. \"You gotta have a finger.\"", "\"That is correct.\"\n\n\n \"Like hell you do. You think I'm\n stupid? I never even seen you before.\"\n Joe Prantera came abruptly to\n his feet. \"I'm gettin' outta here.\"", "Joe Prantera said impatiently, \"The\n getaway. After I give it to this Howard\n Temple-Tracy guy, I gotta go on\n the run, don't I?\"", "The two men of the future said\n nothing more for long minutes while\n Joe Prantera's mind whirled its confusion.", "\"That is why we brought you here,\n Mr. Prantera. You were ... you\n are, a professional assassin.\"\n\n\n \"Hey, wait a minute, now.\"", "\"I'm not sayin' nothin'. Not until I\n get a mouthpiece.\"", "A chillness was in the belly of Joe\n Prantera. He said very slowly, very\n dangerously, \"You guys figure on me\n getting caught, don't you?\"", "\"I am afraid you have no alternative,\"\n Brett-James said gently. \"Without\n us, what will you do? Mr. Prantera,\n you do not even speak the language.\"", "The doctor said, \"We explained\n the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen\n Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous,\n atavistic, evil genius. We are\n afraid for our institutions if his plans\n are allowed to mature.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"Mr. Prantera,\n we have brought you from your era\n to perform a task for us.\"", "The screen lit and revealed a\n heavy-set, dour of countenance man\n seated at a desk. He looked into Joe\n Prantera's face, scowled and said\n something.", "Joe Prantera scowled and said,\n \"These ain't my clothes.\"\n\n\n \"No, I am afraid not.\"", "\"Who's it?\" he growled.\n\n\n Joe Prantera said softly, \"Big Louis\n sent me, Al.\"\n\n\n And he pressed the trigger.", "\"O.K., O.K.,\" Joe Prantera growled.\n \"So everybody's got it made. What I", "Reston-Farrell said compassionately,\n \"Try this, it's excellent cognac.\"\n\n\n Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally,\n flatly, \"What's it all about?\"", "Brett-James said, \"Let me do it,\n Lawrence.\" He turned his eyes to Joe.\n \"Mr. Prantera, in your own era, did\n you ever consider the future?\"" ], [ "Joe Prantera's mind suddenly reverted\n to those last memories and his\n eyes narrowed dangerously. He felt\n suddenly at bay. He said, \"Maybe\n you guys better let me in on what's\n this all about.\"", "Joe Prantera had been rocking\n with the mental blows he had been\n assimilating, but this was the final\n haymaker. He was stuck in this\n squaresville of a world.\nJoe Prantera on a job was thorough.", "Joe Prantera looked from one of\n them to the other, scowling. \"What\n are you guys talking about?\"", "The doctor said, \"We explained\n the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen\n Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous,\n atavistic, evil genius. We are\n afraid for our institutions if his plans\n are allowed to mature.\"", "\"That is correct.\"\n\n\n \"Like hell you do. You think I'm\n stupid? I never even seen you before.\"\n Joe Prantera came abruptly to\n his feet. \"I'm gettin' outta here.\"", "wondered, all over again, if this was\n some kind of pressure cooker.", "The two men of the future said\n nothing more for long minutes while\n Joe Prantera's mind whirled its confusion.", "A chillness was in the belly of Joe\n Prantera. He said very slowly, very\n dangerously, \"You guys figure on me\n getting caught, don't you?\"", "Joe Prantera said impatiently, \"The\n getaway. After I give it to this Howard\n Temple-Tracy guy, I gotta go on\n the run, don't I?\"", "\"I am afraid you have no alternative,\"\n Brett-James said gently. \"Without\n us, what will you do? Mr. Prantera,\n you do not even speak the language.\"", "And at that moment, the universe\n caved inward upon Joseph Marie\n Prantera.\n\n\n There was nausea and nausea upon\n nausea.", "\"O.K., O.K.,\" Joe Prantera growled.\n \"So everybody's got it made. What I", "\"That is why we brought you here,\n Mr. Prantera. You were ... you\n are, a professional assassin.\"\n\n\n \"Hey, wait a minute, now.\"", "Reston-Farrell said compassionately,\n \"Try this, it's excellent cognac.\"\n\n\n Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally,\n flatly, \"What's it all about?\"", "And for a moment again, Joe Prantera\n felt the depths of nausea.\n\n\n This was not his world.", "leaves the house all by hisself. O.K.,\n so I can make plans, like, to give it\n to him.\" Joe Prantera wound it up\n reasonably. \"You gotta have a finger.\"", "\"Who's it?\" he growled.\n\n\n Joe Prantera said softly, \"Big Louis\n sent me, Al.\"\n\n\n And he pressed the trigger.", "Joe Prantera had never been exposed\n to the concept of time travel.\n He had simply never associated with\n anyone who had ever even remotely\n considered such an idea. Now he said,\n \"You mean, like, I been asleep all\n that time?\"", "REYNOLDS\nJoe Prantera\n called\n softly, \"Al.\" The pleasurable,\n comfortable,\n warm feeling began\n spreading over him, the\n way it always did.", "\"Mr. Prantera,\" Dr. Reston-Farrell\n said, \"there has been as much progress\n in the field of psychiatry in the" ], [ "comprehension was seeping through\n to him even as he talked. \"Everybody\n I know, Jessie, Tony, the Kid, Big\n Louis, everybody, they're dead. Even", "The heavy-set man paused a moment.\n \"Yes, like that,\" he repeated.\n \"That we confront you now indicates", "There was nothing else to do. Joe\n dressed, then followed him.\nIn the adjoining room was a circular\n table that would have accommodated", "The other spoke precisely and\n slowly, the way a highly educated man\n speaks a language which he reads\n and writes fluently but has little occasion\n to practice vocally. \"You have recovered?\"", "\"You mean you're yella?\"\n\n\n \"No, if by that you mean afraid. It\n is simply not within us to take the\n life of a fellow creature—not to speak\n of a fellow man.\"", "\"Now we're getting somewheres,\"\n Joe snorted. \"So you got a guy what's\n a little ambitious, like, eh? And you", "for you, Chief, is to give it to those\n two.\"\nTHE END\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from\nAnalog", "leaves the house all by hisself. O.K.,\n so I can make plans, like, to give it\n to him.\" Joe Prantera wound it up\n reasonably. \"You gotta have a finger.\"", "\"A gun, a gun. Ya think I'm stupid?\n I come to give it to him and he\n gives it to me instead.\"", "\"And no money to put in them.\n We found it a rather antiquated\n method of distribution well over a\n century ago.\"\n\n\n Joe had given up. Now he merely\n stared.", "Joe looked at him for a long, long\n moment. Then he reached down to\n his belt and brought forth the .45\n automatic. He moistened his lips.\n\n\n Joe said softly, \"You know what\n this here is?\"", "Inwardly, Joe was amused. Now\n that they had got in the clutch, the\n others were on the verge of chickening", "The clothes on the newcomer were\n wrong, too. For the first time, Joe\n Prantera began to sense an alienness—a\n something that was awfully\n wrong.", "straight, you brought me, some\n screwy way, all the way ... here.\n O.K., I'll buy that. I seen what it looks\n like out that window—\" The real", "past two centuries as there has in\n any other. Your treatment would be\n brief and painless, believe me.\"", "Something went wrong. Big Louis, he\n ain't going to like this.\nHe brought his thinking to the\n present. So far as he could remember,", "And at that moment, the universe\n caved inward upon Joseph Marie\n Prantera.\n\n\n There was nausea and nausea upon\n nausea.", "\"That is correct.\"\n\n\n \"Like hell you do. You think I'm\n stupid? I never even seen you before.\"\n Joe Prantera came abruptly to\n his feet. \"I'm gettin' outta here.\"", "done it, and he didn't care. Joe was a\n realist. He was here. The thing was\n to adapt.", "He stared for a long, long moment.\n The cars didn't even have wheels, he\n noted dully. He turned slowly and\n faced the older man." ], [ "Citizen Temple-Tracy sat at a\n desk. There was only one other chair\n in the room. Joe Prantera ignored it\n and remained standing.", "Joe Prantera said impatiently, \"The\n getaway. After I give it to this Howard\n Temple-Tracy guy, I gotta go on\n the run, don't I?\"", "The doctor said, \"We explained\n the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen\n Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous,\n atavistic, evil genius. We are\n afraid for our institutions if his plans\n are allowed to mature.\"", "Joe Prantera's mind suddenly reverted\n to those last memories and his\n eyes narrowed dangerously. He felt\n suddenly at bay. He said, \"Maybe\n you guys better let me in on what's\n this all about.\"", "Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy\n eyed him appraisingly. \"Perhaps,\" he\n said, \"you are right at that. In the near", "\"You will be turned over to a medical\n institution. Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy\n is the last man you will\n ever kill, Mr. Prantera.\"", "Temple-Tracy is aware of this and\n finds his recruits among the young.\"", "Joe said, \"Joseph Salviati-Prantera\n to interview Citizen Howard Temple-Tracy.\"\n\n\n The other's shaggy eyebrows rose.\n \"Indeed,\" he said. \"In Amer-English?\"", "Dr. Reston-Farrell said, \"Howard\n Temple-Tracy lives alone. He customarily\n receives visitors every afternoon,", "\"That is correct.\"\n\n\n \"Like hell you do. You think I'm\n stupid? I never even seen you before.\"\n Joe Prantera came abruptly to\n his feet. \"I'm gettin' outta here.\"", "Citizen Temple-Tracy said, \"What\n can I do for you?\"", "Temple-Tracy stared at the weapon.\n \"It's a handgun, circa, I would\n say, about 1925 Old Calendar. What\n in the world are you doing with it?\"", "REYNOLDS\nJoe Prantera\n called\n softly, \"Al.\" The pleasurable,\n comfortable,\n warm feeling began\n spreading over him, the\n way it always did.", "leaves the house all by hisself. O.K.,\n so I can make plans, like, to give it\n to him.\" Joe Prantera wound it up\n reasonably. \"You gotta have a finger.\"", "The newcomer started off on another\n tack. \"My name is Lawrence\n Reston-Farrell. If I am not mistaken,\n you are Joseph Salviati-Prantera.\"", "Joe Prantera looked from one of\n them to the other, scowling. \"What\n are you guys talking about?\"", "\"I am afraid you have no alternative,\"\n Brett-James said gently. \"Without\n us, what will you do? Mr. Prantera,\n you do not even speak the language.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"Mr. Prantera,\n we have brought you from your era\n to perform a task for us.\"", "Joe Prantera had been rocking\n with the mental blows he had been\n assimilating, but this was the final\n haymaker. He was stuck in this\n squaresville of a world.\nJoe Prantera on a job was thorough.", "A chillness was in the belly of Joe\n Prantera. He said very slowly, very\n dangerously, \"You guys figure on me\n getting caught, don't you?\"" ], [ "Brett-James said, \"Why not just go\n to Temple-Tracy's apartment and, ah,\n dispose of him?\"", "Reston-Farrell and Brett-James\n were both present. The three of them\n sat in the living room of the latter's", "Dr. Reston-Farrell controlled the\n car. Joe Prantera sat in the seat next\n to him and Warren Brett-James sat\n in the back. Joe had, tucked in his", "Brett-James said, \"Mr. Prantera,\n there are no professional assassins in\n this age, nor have there been for over\n a century and a half.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"May I present\n my colleague, Citizen Warren Brett-James?\n Warren, this is our guest from\n ... from yesteryear, Mr. Joseph Salviati-Prantera.\"", "Dr. Reston-Farrell said, \"Howard\n Temple-Tracy lives alone. He customarily\n receives visitors every afternoon,", "Brett-James said gently, \"The moment\n after you have accomplished\n your mission, we plan to turn ourselves\n over to the nearest institution\n to have determined whether or not\n we also need therapy.\"", "The two of them frowned, exchanged\n glances. Reston-Farrell said,\n \"You know, that is one aspect we had\n not considered.\"", "\"The motivation for crime has\n been removed, Mr. Prantera,\" Reston-Farrell\n attempted to explain. \"A\n person who commits a violence\n against another is obviously in need\n of medical care. And, consequently,\n receives it.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"Mr. Prantera,\n we have brought you from your era\n to perform a task for us.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"I am afraid we\n are confusing you. Briefly, we have\ntransported\nyou, I suppose one might\n say, from your own era to ours.\"", "Two guys special, named Brett-James\n and Doc Reston-Farrell. I think one\n of the first jobs I'm gunna hafta do", "\"This is difficult for you to understand,\n I imagine,\" Reston-Farrell told\n him, \"but, you see, we no longer punish\n people in this era.\"", "Reston-Farrell went on, ignoring\n the interruption. \"There is small\n point in denying your calling. Pray", "The doctor said, \"We explained\n the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen\n Howard Temple-Tracy is a dangerous,\n atavistic, evil genius. We are\n afraid for our institutions if his plans\n are allowed to mature.\"", "Reston-Farrell said compassionately,\n \"Try this, it's excellent cognac.\"\n\n\n Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally,\n flatly, \"What's it all about?\"", "\"See here, Mr. Prantera,\" Brett-James\n said softly. \"We no longer have\n capital punishment, you must realize.\"", "\"Not exactly,\" Brett-James said,\n frowning.\n\n\n Reston-Farrell said, \"Suffice to say,\n you are now one hundred and seventy-three\n years after the last memory you\n have.\"", "\"I am afraid you have no alternative,\"\n Brett-James said gently. \"Without\n us, what will you do? Mr. Prantera,\n you do not even speak the language.\"", "Brett-James was shaking his head.\n \"No. You see, by coincidence, a police\n squad car was coming down the" ], [ "\"I am afraid you have no alternative,\"\n Brett-James said gently. \"Without\n us, what will you do? Mr. Prantera,\n you do not even speak the language.\"", "\"The motivation for crime has\n been removed, Mr. Prantera,\" Reston-Farrell\n attempted to explain. \"A\n person who commits a violence\n against another is obviously in need\n of medical care. And, consequently,\n receives it.\"", "Brett-James said, \"Let me do it,\n Lawrence.\" He turned his eyes to Joe.\n \"Mr. Prantera, in your own era, did\n you ever consider the future?\"", "Reston-Farrell said compassionately,\n \"Try this, it's excellent cognac.\"\n\n\n Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally,\n flatly, \"What's it all about?\"", "Dr. Reston-Farrell controlled the\n car. Joe Prantera sat in the seat next\n to him and Warren Brett-James sat\n in the back. Joe had, tucked in his", "\"Yes,\" Brett-James said, his voice\n soft. \"They are all dead, Mr. Prantera.\n Their children are all dead, and their\n grandchildren.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"May I present\n my colleague, Citizen Warren Brett-James?\n Warren, this is our guest from\n ... from yesteryear, Mr. Joseph Salviati-Prantera.\"", "Reston-Farrell and Brett-James\n were both present. The three of them\n sat in the living room of the latter's", "Joe Prantera's mind suddenly reverted\n to those last memories and his\n eyes narrowed dangerously. He felt\n suddenly at bay. He said, \"Maybe\n you guys better let me in on what's\n this all about.\"", "Reston-Farrell said, \"Mr. Prantera,\n we have brought you from your era\n to perform a task for us.\"", "Brett-James said gently, \"Hardly\n for one hundred and seventy years,\n Mr. Prantera.\"", "Brett-James cleared his throat.\n \"Mr. Prantera, there are no banks.\"\n\n\n \"No banks! You gotta have banks!\"", "\"See here, Mr. Prantera,\" Brett-James\n said softly. \"We no longer have\n capital punishment, you must realize.\"", "Brett-James was shaking his head\n again. \"I am afraid there is no return,\n Mr. Prantera. Time travel works but", "Warren Brett-James said soothingly,\n \"Prepare yourself for somewhat\n of a shock, Mr. Prantera. You are no\n longer in Los Angeles—\"", "Brett-James said to Joe Prantera,\n \"Had we not, ah, taken you at the\n time we did, do you realize what\n would have happened?\"", "Brett-James grimaced in amusement.\n \"Mr. Prantera, this will probably\n be difficult for you to comprehend,\n but there are no police in this\n era.\"", "\"That is why we brought you here,\n Mr. Prantera. You were ... you\n are, a professional assassin.\"\n\n\n \"Hey, wait a minute, now.\"", "Brett-James said, \"Amer-English is\n no longer the language spoken by the\n man in the street, Mr. Prantera. Only", "For the second time, Reston-Farrell\n said, \"Where would you go, Mr.\n Prantera?\"" ] ]

[ "Which term best describes the author's tone toward delivering a 'baby' by C-section for the first time?", "What factor necessitates the change in frequency of performed C-sections?", "Which factor is the best predictor of necessity for an emergency C-section on a fetus?", "Describe how the frequency of C-sections has changed over time", "What risk, according to the author, is increased by practitioners who are wary of performing C-sections?", "What inspired Tydeman to develop his device?", "According to Tydeman, what has caused the Tydeman tube to not get sold/approved?", "What is the inspiration for the simulator's name?", "Which terms best describe the medical field's response to new development of medical technology?" ]

[ [ "befuddled", "petrified", "apprehensive", "confident" ], [ "Uterine environment", "Practitioner training", "Cranial growth", "Advanced technology" ], [ "Father's birth weight", "Mother's birth weight", "Practitioner's level of experience", "There is no agreed upon factor" ], [ "The frequency has gradually decreased", "The frequency has plateaued", "The frequency has no significant trend", "The frequency has steadily increased" ], [ "They could be sued for malpractice if the fetus does not survive childbirth", "They could be sued for malpractice if the mother does not survive childbirth", "They could increase the prevalence of impaction and, therefore, challenging births", "They could accidentally make the incision in the wrong location, necessitating further costly surgeries" ], [ "A mannequin", "A sound", "An advertisement", "A smell" ], [ "Any products that could possibly cause death during childbirth are generally viewed with more apprehension", "Because his device is so promising, investors want him to pay for its commercialization", "Too many investors are competing over the rights of commercialization", "Tydeman does not approve of the prototypes generated by potential investors" ], [ "Its emotional connotations", "Tydeman's mother", "Tydeman's wife", "Its use of literary device" ], [ "gratuitous and enthusiastic", "methodical and cumbersome", "equivocal and inconsistent", "deadpan and leisurely" ] ]

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I've pushed my", "pelvis and containing a flexible foetus. Trainees had to deliver", "the baby to come out normally [but it doesn't]… a", "and presses. This pushes the baby back up into the", "Considering the universality of childbirth, impaction and the best", "Given the universality of childbirth it's no surprise that,", "birth canal].\" As I'd discovered for myself, sliding a hand", "\"when the woman is fully dilated and you'd expect the", "deliver the baby while wearing a blindfold. Only the tutor" ], [ "The standard response is to perform a caesarean section.", "When obstetricians doing planned caesareans slice open a", "babies born by caesarean has made doctors more wary of", "Obstetrics for beginners\nIt's my first go at delivering a baby by caesarean section – and the foetal head is impacted, jammed in its mother's pelvis. To be honest I'm struggling.", "with a caesarean, the longer the labour is allowed to", "section. 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The", "medical staff may allow a difficult birth to continue for longer", "unplanned emergency caesarean is required: \"Some poor junior doctor", "pelvis and containing a flexible foetus. 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I always have, ever" ], [ "Oddly, as medicine became more scientific, most of these devices", "of doing them – one consequence of which is that medical", "an oddly ambivalent relationship to innovation. Some new findings, techniques", "techniques or equipment take years to penetrate the profession; others", "his colleagues then faced what he calls a kind of medical", "admit it's really good.\" Medicine as a whole has an", "is now common in medical schools. You can learn to", "medical catch-22. \"We had the tube finished about three years", "training medical staff. Its sole purpose was to test the", "company specialising in medical models and simulators. They were impressed.", "in the medical literature since the 1940s, but until 10", "become impacted. However, concern over the rising number of babies", "a simulator designed to help doctors practise their skill at", "tube. Paradoxically, although the testing equipment, Debra, is now", "to learn that simulation for medical purposes can be traced", "one in five times.\" Although registrars are doctors still in", "– evidence of benefit. Not ideal, Tydeman concedes, but the", "One of the treatments of choice in that era", "So how valuable in training medical staff is a", "Bologna surgeon Giovanni Antonio Galli devised a birthing simulator" ] ]

[ "Why did the Tr'en leave Korvin's door unlocked and a weapon nearby?", "Why does the text mean when it says that Korvin was \"unconscious\" at the time of his lessons in the local language?", "How was Korvin able to avoid disclosing the true intent of his mission under the lie detector questioning? ", "What is the most likely reason for Korvin's solitude in jail?", "Why does the Tr'en's logic fail them?", "Are there indications that the Tr'en would be interested in attacking Earth? Why or why not?", "The text says \"The expert frowned horribly.\" What makes the expert's smile so horrible?", "How did the Ruler become the Ruler?", "Why did the Tr'en think that Korvin was a traitor to Earth?" ]

[ [ "They were so caught up trying to figure out Korvin's answers that they became somewhat careless in guarding him. ", "Their subconscious knew that Korvin was an insoluble problem. This same subconscious led them to provide resources for his escape so they wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. ", "They were tired of the Ruler's dictatorship and intentionally provided resources for Korvin's escape in hopes that he would help them overthrow the Ruler. ", "After their interview with Korvin, they determined he was wasteful and confusing, but not a threat. In order to avoid another confusing interaction with him, they simply provided resources for his escape. " ], [ "It means that the Tr'en put Korvin under drug hypnosis while they taught him their language. ", "It means that he was so bored out of his mind during the language lessons that he was hardly conscious. ", "It means that the Tr'en came into Korvin's cell while he slept in order to use their advanced technology which quickly teaches the unconscious mind. ", "It means that the Tr'en knocked him out every night in order to use their advanced technology which quickly teaches the unconscious mind. " ], [ "While he was strapped down in the lie-detector, Korvin subtly switched the wire that indicated a truth with the one that indicated a lie. ", "Korvin said truths that literally answered the Tr'en's questions but evaded the intent behind their questions. .", "The Tr'en hadn't tested the lie-detector extensively enough and the machine was faulty. ", "Even with the Tr'en's language lessons, Korvin could only to speak in very simple terms and was unable to answer the Ruler's questions at the depth the Ruler was expecting." ], [ "Solitary confinement was part of Korvin's punishment. ", "There weren't any other prisoners in the jail because virtually all of the Tr'en obey the Ruler. Those who don't obey are executed.", "The Tr'en didn't want Korvin to interact with the other Tr'en prisoners because there was a chance that together they might incite an uprising. ", "The Tr'en are so logical and mathematic that they don't see the need for social interaction. " ], [ "Because the lie-detector was faulty and Korvin gave them an insoluble paradox. ", "Because it's too mathematical and doesn't account for motivations, emotions, and what's left unsaid. ", "Because Korvin switched the wires on the lie-detector and gave the Tr'en an insoluble paradox. ", "Because it's tightly controlled by the Ruler who is quite simple minded. " ], [ "Both A and C are correct. ", "No, because Korvin sends a mission back to Earth Central saying that the Tr'en won't come marauding out into space. ", "Yes, because the expert mentions the idea of conquering Earth with Korvin's aid. ", "Yes, because the ruler says the he wants to know about Earth's weapons, plans, and fortifications. " ], [ "The frown indicates that he's close to detecting Korvin's true motivations. ", "The frown indicates that he knows that Korvin switched the wires on the lie detector. ", "The frown is a signal to the Ruler that Korvin is lying. ", "The frown is physically horrible because the Tr'en have fifty-eight, pointed teeth. " ], [ "He was adopted by the previous Ruler. ", "He overthrew the previous Ruler. ", "He is the biological son of the previous Ruler. ", "He was elected as Ruler by the Tr'en. " ], [ "Because he answered all of the questions truthfully. ", "Because he didn't try to resist being strapped down into the lie-detector. ", "Because he crashed a ship onto Tr'en thus wasting Earth's resources. ", "Because they misinterpreted his positive responses to his \"failure\" as anti-Earth. " ] ]

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[ [ "the door behind him. Korvin thought of jumping the Tr'en, but decided\n quickly against it. He was a captive, and it was unwise to assume that", "As he reached this dismal conclusion, the cell door opened. Korvin got\n up off the bunk in a hurry and spun around to face his visitor.\n\n\n The Tr'en was tall, and slightly green.", "reflection. Someone left a door unlocked and a weapon nearby—all\n quite intent, Korvin was sure. Getting to the ship was a little more\n complicated, but presented no new problems; he was airborne, and then", "The Tr'en regarded him narrowly through catlike pupils. \"You are\n Korvin,\" he said.", "\"I am leaning against the door,\" Didyak said. The Tr'en literalist\n approach to the smallest problems of everyday living was a little hard\n to get the hang of, Korvin told himself bitterly. He thought for a\n second.", "But Korvin meant exactly what he'd said. He was going to obey the\n commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en—and remove the Tr'en threat from\n the rest of the galaxy forever.", "It was a ritual, Korvin had learned. \"You are of the Tr'en,\" he\n replied. The green being nodded.", "It was the signal for another conference. With some satisfaction,\n Korvin noticed that the Tr'en were becoming slightly puzzled; they\n were no longer moving and speaking with calm assurance.\n\n\n The plan was taking hold.", "Korvin swallowed again. The test hadn't really seemed extensive enough\n to him. But, after all, the Tr'en knew their business, better than\n anyone else could know it. They had the technique and the logic and\n the training.", "\"What do you want with me?\" Korvin said. The Tr'en speech—apparently\n there was only one language on the planet—was stiff and slightly", "The key question had, at last, been asked. Korvin felt grateful that\n the logical Tr'en had determined to begin from the beginning, instead\n of going off after details of armament first; it saved a lot of time.", "Korvin's guards were standing around doing nothing of importance now\n that their captor was strapped down in the lie-detector. The Ruler\n gestured and they went out the door in a hurry.", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "pointed. Korvin stared back impassively. \"I have been ordered to come\n to you,\" Didyak said, \"by the Ruler. The Ruler wishes to talk with\n you.\"", "\"We have no need of one,\" Korvin said calmly.\n\n\n \"Ah,\" the Ruler said suddenly, as if he saw daylight ahead. \"And why\n not?\"", "The same lack of insight let the Tr'en subconscious work on his\n escape without any annoying distractions in the way of deep", "The Tr'en liked to have everything clear. They were a logical race.\n The Ruler had started with Korvin's race, his name, his sex—if\n any—and whether or not his appearance were normal for humanity.", "In any decently-run jail, he told himself with indignation, there\n would at least have been other prisoners to talk to. But on Tr'en\n Korvin was all alone.", "\"No,\" he said.\n\n\n \"What else does your job entail?\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n Korvin decided to throw his first spoke into the wheel. \"Staying\n alive.\"" ], [ "True, every night the guards came in and gave him a concentrated\n lesson in the local language, but Korvin failed to get much pleasure", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "Korvin wasn't attempting to escape. He wasn't pleading with the Ruler.\n He wasn't defying the Ruler, either. He was just answering questions.", "pointed. Korvin stared back impassively. \"I have been ordered to come\n to you,\" Didyak said, \"by the Ruler. The Ruler wishes to talk with\n you.\"", "The Ruler had finished his conference. \"You are attempting again to\n confuse us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shook his head earnestly. \"I am attempting,\" he said, \"not to\n confuse you.\"", "Korvin sighed. \"What are you doing here, then?\" he asked. As\n conversation, it wasn't very choice; but it was, he admitted, better\n than solitude.", "Korvin shrugged again. \"What I say is true,\" he announced. \"Do you\n have tests for such matters?\"", "Korvin shrugged, sighed and smoothed back his hair. \"I obey the\n command of the Ruler,\" he said—another ritual. Everybody obeyed the", "ended\n, nor did it\n mean exactly that. As nearly as Korvin could make out, it meant\n \"disposed of for all time.\"", "awkward, but easily enough learned under drug hypnosis; it was the\n most rigorously logical construction of its kind Korvin had ever come\n across. It reminded him of some of the mathematical metalanguages he'd", "Korvin shrugged. \"Not knowingly,\" he said. The Ruler flashed a look at\n the technicians handling the lie-detector. Korvin turned to see their", "Korvin shook his head. \"If you insist,\" he said, \"I'll try it. But you\n won't understand it.\"", "The ruler sighed gently. \"Explain this governor to us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shrugged. \"The explanation cannot be given to you.\"", "Korvin. \"Is the deficiency in you?\" he said. \"Are you in some way\n unable to describe this government?\"", "\"And you will tell us about it?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will,\" Korvin said, \"so far as I am able.\"", "Korvin shrugged. \"I replied to your question,\" he said. \"I did not\n know that there was more than one kind of truth. Surely the truth is\n the truth, just as the Ruler is the Ruler?\"", "Korvin nodded hurriedly. \"Our race is more ... more approximate,\" he\n said apologetically.\n\n\n \"Slipshod,\" the Ruler muttered.", "\"Good,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The experts blinked. \"Good?\" he said.\n\n\n \"Naturally,\" Korvin said in a friendly tone.", "from, by peaceful and vocal means.\" Korvin filed it away for future\n reference. \"Why did the Ruler not come to me?\" Korvin asked." ], [ "Korvin shrugged. \"Not knowingly,\" he said. The Ruler flashed a look at\n the technicians handling the lie-detector. Korvin turned to see their", "He hoped the lie-detector had been adjusted correctly. If it showed\n him telling an untruth, he wasn't likely to live long, and his\n job—not to mention the strongest personal inclinations—demanded most\n strongly that he stay alive.", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "\"My job required it,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"A clumsy lie,\" the Ruler said. \"The ship crashed; our examinations\n prove that beyond any doubt.\"", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "Korvin shrugged again. \"What I say is true,\" he announced. \"Do you\n have tests for such matters?\"", "dials, blinking lights, tubes and wires, and a seat with armrests and\n straps. It was obviously a form of lie-detector—and Korvin felt", "The Ruler roared. \"Do not waste time with the obvious!\" he shouted.\n \"Do not try to trick us; we are a logical and scientific race! Answer\n correctly.\"\n\n\n \"I have told the truth,\" Korvin said.", "Korvin's guards were standing around doing nothing of importance now\n that their captor was strapped down in the lie-detector. The Ruler\n gestured and they went out the door in a hurry.", "expression. They needed no words; the lie-detector was telling them,\n perfectly obviously, that he was speaking the truth. But the truth\n wasn't making any sense. \"I told you you wouldn't understand it,\" he", "\"No,\" he said.\n\n\n \"What else does your job entail?\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n Korvin decided to throw his first spoke into the wheel. \"Staying\n alive.\"", "There was a short silence. The expert beamed. He examined the\n indicators of the lie-detector with great care. \"What is your plan?\"\n he said at last, in a conspiratorial whisper.", "Korvin wasn't attempting to escape. He wasn't pleading with the Ruler.\n He wasn't defying the Ruler, either. He was just answering questions.", "The Ruler had finished his conference. \"You are attempting again to\n confuse us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shook his head earnestly. \"I am attempting,\" he said, \"not to\n confuse you.\"", "\"And you will tell us about it?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will,\" Korvin said, \"so far as I am able.\"", "\"That is our form of government,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"You are lying,\" the expert said.\n\n\n One of the technicians chimed in: \"The machine tells us—\"", "Korvin shrugged. \"I replied to your question,\" he said. \"I did not\n know that there was more than one kind of truth. Surely the truth is\n the truth, just as the Ruler is the Ruler?\"", "\"Good,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The experts blinked. \"Good?\" he said.\n\n\n \"Naturally,\" Korvin said in a friendly tone.", "pointed. Korvin stared back impassively. \"I have been ordered to come\n to you,\" Didyak said, \"by the Ruler. The Ruler wishes to talk with\n you.\"", "The ruler sighed gently. \"Explain this governor to us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shrugged. \"The explanation cannot be given to you.\"" ], [ "In any decently-run jail, he told himself with indignation, there\n would at least have been other prisoners to talk to. But on Tr'en\n Korvin was all alone.", "Korvin stretched out on the cell's single bunk, a rigid affair which\n was hardly meant for comfort, and sighed. He'd had three days of", "Korvin sighed. \"What are you doing here, then?\" he asked. As\n conversation, it wasn't very choice; but it was, he admitted, better\n than solitude.", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "Korvin wasn't attempting to escape. He wasn't pleading with the Ruler.\n He wasn't defying the Ruler, either. He was just answering questions.", "Korvin's guards were standing around doing nothing of importance now\n that their captor was strapped down in the lie-detector. The Ruler\n gestured and they went out the door in a hurry.", "\"No,\" he said.\n\n\n \"What else does your job entail?\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n Korvin decided to throw his first spoke into the wheel. \"Staying\n alive.\"", "The ruler sighed gently. \"Explain this governor to us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shrugged. \"The explanation cannot be given to you.\"", "table near him, staring at Korvin and his guards. The guards stood on\n either side of their captive, looking as impassive as jade statues,\n six and a half feet high.", "Korvin was very glad that wasn't a question. It was, after all, the\n only logical deduction.", "the door behind him. Korvin thought of jumping the Tr'en, but decided\n quickly against it. He was a captive, and it was unwise to assume that", "ended\n, nor did it\n mean exactly that. As nearly as Korvin could make out, it meant\n \"disposed of for all time.\"", "\"My job required it,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"A clumsy lie,\" the Ruler said. \"The ship crashed; our examinations\n prove that beyond any doubt.\"", "Korvin shrugged again. \"What I say is true,\" he announced. \"Do you\n have tests for such matters?\"", "\"We have no need of one,\" Korvin said calmly.\n\n\n \"Ah,\" the Ruler said suddenly, as if he saw daylight ahead. \"And why\n not?\"", "pointed. Korvin stared back impassively. \"I have been ordered to come\n to you,\" Didyak said, \"by the Ruler. The Ruler wishes to talk with\n you.\"", "It took three days—but boredom never really had a chance to set in.\n Korvin found himself the object of more attention than he had hoped", "True, every night the guards came in and gave him a concentrated\n lesson in the local language, but Korvin failed to get much pleasure", "Korvin looked sober. \"Yes,\" he said." ], [ "Because that would mean recognizing, fully and consciously, that the\n problem\nwas\ninsoluble. And the Tr'en weren't capable of that sort of\n thinking.", "But, then, it was lack of that insight that had called for this\n particular plan. That, and the political structure of the Tr'en.", "Korvin swallowed again. The test hadn't really seemed extensive enough\n to him. But, after all, the Tr'en knew their business, better than\n anyone else could know it. They had the technique and the logic and\n the training.", "the Ruler will not be confused. We have experts in matters of\n logic\"—the Tr'en word seemed to mean\nright-saying\n—\"who will advise", "It was a ritual, Korvin had learned. \"You are of the Tr'en,\" he\n replied. The green being nodded.", "ever been in. But that was only natural, he told himself sadly; the\n Tr'en were an efficient people. All the preliminary reports had agreed\n on that; their efficiency, as a matter of fact, was what had made", "The same lack of insight let the Tr'en subconscious work on his\n escape without any annoying distractions in the way of deep", "The Tr'en liked to have everything clear. They were a logical race.\n The Ruler had started with Korvin's race, his name, his sex—if\n any—and whether or not his appearance were normal for humanity.", "He looked, as all the Tr'en did, vaguely humanoid—that is, if you\n don't bother to examine him closely. Life in the universe appeared to", "The Ruler roared. \"Do not waste time with the obvious!\" he shouted.\n \"Do not try to trick us; we are a logical and scientific race! Answer\n correctly.\"\n\n\n \"I have told the truth,\" Korvin said.", "But Korvin meant exactly what he'd said. He was going to obey the\n commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en—and remove the Tr'en threat from\n the rest of the galaxy forever.", "wonder enough, but adapting the perilously delicate mechanisms that\n necessarily made up any lie-detector machinery was almost a miracle.\n The Tr'en, under other circumstances, would have been a valuable", "the door behind him. Korvin thought of jumping the Tr'en, but decided\n quickly against it. He was a captive, and it was unwise to assume that", "It was the signal for another conference. With some satisfaction,\n Korvin noticed that the Tr'en were becoming slightly puzzled; they\n were no longer moving and speaking with calm assurance.\n\n\n The plan was taking hold.", "\"I am leaning against the door,\" Didyak said. The Tr'en literalist\n approach to the smallest problems of everyday living was a little hard\n to get the hang of, Korvin told himself bitterly. He thought for a\n second.", "The Ruler blinked. \"Very well,\" he said. \"Was your job ended when the\n ship crashed?\" The Tr'en word, of course, wasn't\nended", "The Tr'en regarded him narrowly through catlike pupils. \"You are\n Korvin,\" he said.", "the tortoise, and all the other lovely paradox-models scattered around\n were so much primer material for the Tr'en. \"They can be treated", "messages, but he could send them. He sent one now.\nMission accomplished; the Tr'en aren't about to come\n marauding out into space too soon. They've been given food", "The key question had, at last, been asked. Korvin felt grateful that\n the logical Tr'en had determined to begin from the beginning, instead\n of going off after details of armament first; it saved a lot of time." ], [ "messages, but he could send them. He sent one now.\nMission accomplished; the Tr'en aren't about to come\n marauding out into space too soon. They've been given food", "He looked, as all the Tr'en did, vaguely humanoid—that is, if you\n don't bother to examine him closely. Life in the universe appeared to", "efficient physical scientists of the Tr'en—and that would mean, in\n the ordinary course of events, an invitation to join the Comity of\n Planets.", "ever been in. But that was only natural, he told himself sadly; the\n Tr'en were an efficient people. All the preliminary reports had agreed\n on that; their efficiency, as a matter of fact, was what had made", "But Korvin meant exactly what he'd said. He was going to obey the\n commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en—and remove the Tr'en threat from\n the rest of the galaxy forever.", "\"It has no name,\" Korvin said truthfully. The Tr'en idiom was like the\n Earthly one; and certainly a planet had no name. People attached names\n to it, that was all. It had none of its own.", "The Tr'en liked to have everything clear. They were a logical race.\n The Ruler had started with Korvin's race, his name, his sex—if\n any—and whether or not his appearance were normal for humanity.", "\"What do you want with me?\" Korvin said. The Tr'en speech—apparently\n there was only one language on the planet—was stiff and slightly", "\"We will wish to know about weapons,\" the Ruler said, \"and about plans\n and fortifications. But we must first know of the manner of decision\n on this planet. Is your planet joined with others in a government or\n does it exist alone?\"", "Because that would mean recognizing, fully and consciously, that the\n problem\nwas\ninsoluble. And the Tr'en weren't capable of that sort of\n thinking.", "wonder enough, but adapting the perilously delicate mechanisms that\n necessarily made up any lie-detector machinery was almost a miracle.\n The Tr'en, under other circumstances, would have been a valuable", "It was a ritual, Korvin had learned. \"You are of the Tr'en,\" he\n replied. The green being nodded.", "It was the signal for another conference. With some satisfaction,\n Korvin noticed that the Tr'en were becoming slightly puzzled; they\n were no longer moving and speaking with calm assurance.\n\n\n The plan was taking hold.", "\"You will answer my questions,\" the Ruler said, \"with exactitude.\" He\n paused, frowning slightly. \"You landed your ship on this planet,\" he\n went on. \"Why?\"", "self-interest, of course—but try to make a Tr'en see it!\nWith one government and one language, they just weren't\n equipped for translation. They were too efficient physically", "The Ruler blinked. \"Very well,\" he said. \"Was your job ended when the\n ship crashed?\" The Tr'en word, of course, wasn't\nended", "As he reached this dismal conclusion, the cell door opened. Korvin got\n up off the bunk in a hurry and spun around to face his visitor.\n\n\n The Tr'en was tall, and slightly green.", "But, then, it was lack of that insight that had called for this\n particular plan. That, and the political structure of the Tr'en.", "The Tr'en regarded him narrowly through catlike pupils. \"You are\n Korvin,\" he said.", "The Ruler himself, a Tr'en over seven feet tall and correspondingly\n broad, sat in the great chair, his four fingers tapping gently on the" ], [ "The expert frowned horribly, showing all of his teeth. Korvin did his\n best not to react. \"Your plan is a failure,\" the expert said, \"and you", "Didyak beamed at him. The sight was remarkably unpleasant, involving\n as it did the disclosure of the Tr'en fifty-eight teeth, mostly", "There was a short silence. The expert beamed. He examined the\n indicators of the lie-detector with great care. \"What is your plan?\"\n he said at last, in a conspiratorial whisper.", "\"Good,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The experts blinked. \"Good?\" he said.\n\n\n \"Naturally,\" Korvin said in a friendly tone.", "The technicians gave another signal. The Ruler looked, in his frowning\n manner, reasonably satisfied. \"The machine,\" he announced, \"has been\n adjusted satisfactorily to your physiology. The questioning will now\n continue.\"", "expression. They needed no words; the lie-detector was telling them,\n perfectly obviously, that he was speaking the truth. But the truth\n wasn't making any sense. \"I told you you wouldn't understand it,\" he", "\"Approximately?\" the Ruler growled. \"We ask for precision here,\" he\n said. \"We are scientific men. We are exact.\"", "\"That is our form of government,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"You are lying,\" the expert said.\n\n\n One of the technicians chimed in: \"The machine tells us—\"", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "The ruler sighed gently. \"Explain this governor to us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shrugged. \"The explanation cannot be given to you.\"", "\"The machine says that you tell the truth,\" the experts said at last,\n in a awed tone. \"Thus, you must be a traitor to your native planet.", "mathematically,\" one of the experts, a small emerald-green being, told\n Korvin thinly. \"Of course, you would not understand the mathematics.", "The Ruler looked down at Korvin. \"You will find that you cannot trick\n us,\" he said. \"You will find that such fiddling\"—\nchulad-like\nKorvin\n translated—\"attempts will get you nowhere.\"", "\"We do,\" the Ruler told him. \"We are an exact and a scientific race. A\n machine for the testing of truth has been adjusted to your physiology.\n It will be attached to you.\"", "\"I am not,\" he said.\nThe Ruler looked to his technicians for a signal, and nodded on\n receiving it. \"You will tell an untruth now,\" he said. \"Are you\n standing or sitting?\"", "\"It is a defect in your explanation,\" the Ruler almost snarled.\n\n\n \"My explanation is as exact as it can be,\" he said.", "\"My job required it,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"A clumsy lie,\" the Ruler said. \"The ship crashed; our examinations\n prove that beyond any doubt.\"", "The Ruler frowned. \"We shall understand,\" he said. \"Begin. Who governs\n you?\"\n\n\n \"None,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"But you are governed?\"", "Korvin shrugged. \"Not knowingly,\" he said. The Ruler flashed a look at\n the technicians handling the lie-detector. Korvin turned to see their", "Korvin devoutly hoped so.\nThe experts in logic arrived shortly, and in no uncertain terms Korvin\n was given to understand that logical paradox was not going to confuse" ], [ "\"I—\" The Ruler stopped himself in mid-roar. \"You try to confuse the\n Ruler,\" he said at last, in an approximation of his usual one. \"But", "\"The Ruler is the Ruler,\" Didyak said, slightly discomfited. \"You are\n to go to him. Such is his command.\"", "The Ruler frowned. \"We shall understand,\" he said. \"Begin. Who governs\n you?\"\n\n\n \"None,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"But you are governed?\"", "began. \"Our government is the only logical form of government,\" he\n said in a high, sweet tenor. \"The Ruler orders all, and his subjects", "The Ruler breathed gustily. \"Let us try something else,\" he said.\n \"Everyone is the governor. Do you share a single mind? A racial mind\n has been theorized, though we have met with no examples—\"", "\"No,\" he said.\n\n\n \"What else does your job entail?\" the Ruler said.\n\n\n Korvin decided to throw his first spoke into the wheel. \"Staying\n alive.\"", "That, after all, was his job.\nThe Room of the Ruler was large, square and excessively brown. The", "The Ruler himself, a Tr'en over seven feet tall and correspondingly\n broad, sat in the great chair, his four fingers tapping gently on the", "Korvin shrugged, sighed and smoothed back his hair. \"I obey the\n command of the Ruler,\" he said—another ritual. Everybody obeyed the", "\"Any question of fact has an answer,\" the Ruler snapped. \"A paradox is\n not involved here; a government exists, and some being is the", "The ruler sighed gently. \"Explain this governor to us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shrugged. \"The explanation cannot be given to you.\"", "Korvin nodded. \"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"Then there is a governor,\" the Ruler insisted.\n\n\n \"True,\" Korvin said. \"But everyone is the governor.\"", "The Ruler hesitated, then nodded. \"Ask it,\" he said. \"We shall answer\n it if we see fit to do so.\"", "The Ruler had finished his conference. \"You are attempting again to\n confuse us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shook his head earnestly. \"I am attempting,\" he said, \"not to\n confuse you.\"", "the Ruler. They will be called.\"", "from, by peaceful and vocal means.\" Korvin filed it away for future\n reference. \"Why did the Ruler not come to me?\" Korvin asked.", "\"I am not,\" he said.\nThe Ruler looked to his technicians for a signal, and nodded on\n receiving it. \"You will tell an untruth now,\" he said. \"Are you\n standing or sitting?\"", "\"You have heard our government defined,\" the Ruler said. \"Now, you\n will define yours for us.\"", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "The Ruler roared. \"Do not waste time with the obvious!\" he shouted.\n \"Do not try to trick us; we are a logical and scientific race! Answer\n correctly.\"\n\n\n \"I have told the truth,\" Korvin said." ], [ "The Tr'en regarded him narrowly through catlike pupils. \"You are\n Korvin,\" he said.", "But Korvin meant exactly what he'd said. He was going to obey the\n commands of the Ruler of the Tr'en—and remove the Tr'en threat from\n the rest of the galaxy forever.", "the door behind him. Korvin thought of jumping the Tr'en, but decided\n quickly against it. He was a captive, and it was unwise to assume that", "It was a ritual, Korvin had learned. \"You are of the Tr'en,\" he\n replied. The green being nodded.", "\"What do you want with me?\" Korvin said. The Tr'en speech—apparently\n there was only one language on the planet—was stiff and slightly", "It was the signal for another conference. With some satisfaction,\n Korvin noticed that the Tr'en were becoming slightly puzzled; they\n were no longer moving and speaking with calm assurance.\n\n\n The plan was taking hold.", "The Tr'en liked to have everything clear. They were a logical race.\n The Ruler had started with Korvin's race, his name, his sex—if\n any—and whether or not his appearance were normal for humanity.", "Korvin swallowed again. The test hadn't really seemed extensive enough\n to him. But, after all, the Tr'en knew their business, better than\n anyone else could know it. They had the technique and the logic and\n the training.", "As he reached this dismal conclusion, the cell door opened. Korvin got\n up off the bunk in a hurry and spun around to face his visitor.\n\n\n The Tr'en was tall, and slightly green.", "\"It has no name,\" Korvin said truthfully. The Tr'en idiom was like the\n Earthly one; and certainly a planet had no name. People attached names\n to it, that was all. It had none of its own.", "\"My job required it,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"A clumsy lie,\" the Ruler said. \"The ship crashed; our examinations\n prove that beyond any doubt.\"", "The Ruler roared. \"Do not waste time with the obvious!\" he shouted.\n \"Do not try to trick us; we are a logical and scientific race! Answer\n correctly.\"\n\n\n \"I have told the truth,\" Korvin said.", "He hoped they were right.\n\n\n The Ruler was frowning at him. Korvin did his best to look receptive.\n \"Why did you land your ship on this planet?\" the Ruler said.", "The key question had, at last, been asked. Korvin felt grateful that\n the logical Tr'en had determined to begin from the beginning, instead\n of going off after details of armament first; it saved a lot of time.", "\"It can be described,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"Then you will suffer unpleasant consequences if you describe it to\n us?\" the Ruler went on.\n\n\n \"I will not,\" Korvin said.", "\"To answer your questions, truthfully and logically,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n The silence this time was even longer.", "In any decently-run jail, he told himself with indignation, there\n would at least have been other prisoners to talk to. But on Tr'en\n Korvin was all alone.", "\"True,\" Korvin said.\n\n\n \"And it is your job to crash your ship?\" the Ruler said. \"Wasteful.\"", "The Ruler had finished his conference. \"You are attempting again to\n confuse us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shook his head earnestly. \"I am attempting,\" he said, \"not to\n confuse you.\"", "The ruler sighed gently. \"Explain this governor to us,\" he said.\n\n\n Korvin shrugged. \"The explanation cannot be given to you.\"" ] ]

[ "Why is course change dangerous?", "Did Duane actually kill Stevens? How do you know?", "The red headed woman is most likely Duane's...", "Why didn't Duane and Stevens go to the pressure bunks when they announced the course change?", "Why does Duane want to kill Stevens?", "Why does Andrias want to arm his people?", "Why is Adrian's office so long and narrow, and why there a long carpet leading up to Adrian's desk?", "Why does Adrian think the Callistans will be willing to fight against the league?", "Why does the amnesia change Duane's mind about letting Andrias have the guns?" ]

[ [ "Because if one not strapped down, they are at the mercy of zero gravity and high speeds.", "Because even though the ship retains it's gravity, it moves at high speeds in which one can have a deadly fall or crash. ", "Because if one is not in the pressure bunks, they can go unconscious, get extremely ill, or even die from the extreme pressure. ", "Because due to the intense power that change course requires, the lights in the ship go out and if one isn't strapped down they might accidentally fall or crash. " ], [ "No, because even though he was attempting to kill Stevens, he blacked out before he had the chance. ", "No, because the nurse said that Stevens died of a head injury an hour before Duane woke up. ", "Yes, because once Duane woke up with amnesia, Andrias told him that he had killed Stevens. ", "Yes, because he shot Stevens with his dis-gun just before he blacked out. " ], [ "regular nurse", "mother", "friend/girlfriend", "coworker" ], [ "They didn't hear the announcement because they were fighting. ", "They each thought they had time to kill the other before the course change started. ", "They thought they were skilled enough to weather the course change outside the bunks. ", "They didn't think the heavy-set man in blue knew what he was talking about. " ], [ "Because Stevens is completely cutting Duane out of the deal. ", "Because Duane knows it's the only way to cut Stevens out of the deal. ", "Because Stevens was only letting Duane have fifty thousand dollars from their deal even though he was originally promised a hundred thousand. ", "Because Stevens was only letting Duane have ten thousand dollars from their deal even though he was originally promised fifty thousand. " ], [ "So that they can defend themselves against the League's imminent attack. ", "So that he can develop a well trained army on Castillo that can help the League fight against its enemies. ", "To overthrow the League and seize power for himself. ", "To overthrow the League and end their oppression of the people on Castillo. " ], [ "The layout of the office is a psychological trick meant to intimidate those who enter. ", "It's the standard design for the offices of League deputies. ", "The design is luxurious and makes Adrian feel like a successful governor. ", "The layout imitates the design of the League's president's office, and Adrian aspires to become president of the League. " ], [ "Because he's threatened to imprison them. ", "Because he's threatened to kill them.", "A combination of of A and C. ", "Because they are the League's exiles and are of low moral character. " ], [ "It makes him forget why he so desperately needed the money from Andrias. ", "It gives him perspective on the how malicious and self-centered his past actions were. ", "It makes him forget his former hatred for the League. ", "A combination of both B and C. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"Course change!\" gasped white-haired Stevens. \"Good God!\"", "\"Hey!\" he said. \"Change of course—get to your cabins.\" He seemed about\n to walk up to them, then reconsidered and hurried off. Neither man paid\n any attention.", "\"In the sick bay,\" she said. \"You got caught out when the ship changed\n course. Lucky you weren't hurt, Peter. The man you were with—the old,", "The small steering rockets flashed briefly. The men were thrust\n bruisingly against the side of the corridor as the rocket spun lazily", "on its axis. The side jets flared once more to halt the spin, when the\n one-eighty turn was completed, and the men were battered against the", "Then the main-drive bellowed into life again, and the ship began to\n battle against its own built-up acceleration. The corridor floor rose\n up with blinking speed to smite them—", "The ship had reached the midpoint of its flight. The bells had sounded,\n warning every soul on it to take shelter, to strap themselves in their", "pressure bunks against the deadly stress of acceleration as the ship\n reversed itself and began to slow its headlong plunge into Callisto.\n But the two men had not heeded.", "The white-haired man's smile faded. He stepped forward, one hand\n bracing him against the thrust of the rocket engines underneath,\n holding to the guide rail at the side of the ship's corridor.", "muzzle of his weapon wavered. The floor swooped and surged beneath him\n as the thrust of the mighty jets was cut off. Suddenly there was no", "ship. It's not going anywhere till I give it clearance. I run Callisto;\n I'll give the orders here!\"\nII", "instead of to Andrias—he can sit back and laugh at any fleet Earth and\n Mars can send. Rockets are clumsy in an atmosphere. They're helpless.", "The trick failed to work. Duane had other things on his mind; he walked\n the thirty-foot length of the room, designed to imbue him with a sense", "\"Explain, hell.\" The dark man laughed. \"If I wait, this ship will be\n blasting off for Ganymede within two hours. I'll wait—but so will the", "They had stopped in Darkside, the spaceport on the side of Luna that\n keeps perpetually averted from Earth, as if the moon knows shame and", "gravity. The two men, locked together, floated weightlessly out to the\n center of the corridor.", "He walked around the desk to the bell cord. He took a deep breath,\n tugged it savagely, and at once was in speedy motion, racing toward the", "He took time to think it over, but he knew that no thought was\n required. Already the hands that he had locked behind him were\n clenched, taut. Already the muscles of his legs were tensing.", "Andrias said, \"I've had the ship inspected and what I want is on it.\n That saves your life, for now. But the cargo is in your name. I could", "white-haired one, Stevens—wasn't so lucky. He was underneath when the\n jets went on. Three ribs broken—his lung was punctured. He died in the\n other room an hour ago.\"" ], [ "Duane got up, retrieving the two heat guns, and stared at him.\n\n\n \"\nThey tell me I killed Stevens the same way\n,\" he thought. \"\nI'm\n getting in a rut!\n\"", "Yes, there had been a white-haired man. And there had been an argument.\n Something to do with money, with a shipment of goods that Stevens had\n supplied to Duane. There has even been talk of killing....", "\"You play rough, Duane,\" he observed. \"I thought you'd have trouble\n with Stevens. I didn't think you'd find it necessary to put him out of", "Then he shook his head. \"No,\" he said. \"You're lying all right. You\n killed Stevens to get his share—and now you're trying to hold me up.", "Duane stared at him a long second, then nodded abruptly. \"I was right\n the first time,\" he said. \"I'll\nhave", "\"Forget what I think,\" Stevens said, his voice clipped and angry. \"I\n don't care about fairness, Duane, except to myself. I've done all the", "Duane got up, stared at his haggard face in the cracked mirror over\n the bed. \"\nThey say I'm a killer", "\"\nNo\n,\" Duane thought. \"\nWhatever they say, I'm not a killer!\n\"\n\n\n But still he had to get out. How?", "\"I'll have your neck for this, Duane,\" he said softly.\n\n\n Duane looked at the man's eyes. Death was behind them, peeping out.\n Mentally he shrugged. What difference did it make?", "But—murder! Duane looked at his hands helplessly.", "Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It\n was furnished severely, to the point of barrenness. Two chairs before", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "My name, it seems, is Peter Duane\n, he thought.\nAnd they tell me that\n I killed a man!", "Duane said, \"Do I have to kill you?\" It was only a question as he asked\n it, without threatening.", "\"You're right, Duane,\" he said. \"I could blast you, too. Nobody would\n win that way, so let's leave the guns where they are.\"", "But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of\n him. His head made an audible, spine-chilling thud as it hit the\n carpeted floor.", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "But Duane's arm was around his throat, and he had no breath to spare.\n Duane's foot lashed out and the door slammed shut; Duane's balled left", "white-haired one, Stevens—wasn't so lucky. He was underneath when the\n jets went on. Three ribs broken—his lung was punctured. He died in the\n other room an hour ago.\"", "Duane took a deep breath and let the man drop to the floor. But he\n paused only a second; now he had two unconscious men on his hands and\n he dared let neither revive until he was prepared." ], [ "It was a girl's voice. Duane was suddenly conscious that a girl's light\n hand was on his shoulder. He shook his head feebly.", "Duane stared at him a long second, then nodded abruptly. \"I was right\n the first time,\" he said. \"I'll\nhave", "Duane got up, stared at his haggard face in the cracked mirror over\n the bed. \"\nThey say I'm a killer", "hospital bed, only she seemed warm and human. The others were—brutal,\n deadly. It was too bad, Duane reflected, that he'd failed to remember", "Yes, there had been a white-haired man. And there had been an argument.\n Something to do with money, with a shipment of goods that Stevens had\n supplied to Duane. There has even been talk of killing....", "\"Duane?\" he said. \"Duane....\" He swiveled his head and saw a dark,\n squat man frowning at him. \"Who are you?\" Peter asked.", "Duane's fingers; Duane's head, butting Andrias in the face, had drawn a\n thick stream of crimson from his nostrils, turned his sharp nose askew.", "Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It\n was furnished severely, to the point of barrenness. Two chairs before", "\"Duane, Duane,\" a man's heavy voice said. \"That won't wash. Don't play\n dumb on me.\"", "Duane said, without expression, \"No.\"\n\n\n Dark red flooded into Andrias' sallow face. His jaws bunched angrily\n and there was a ragged thread of incomplete control to his voice as he\n spoke.", "\"I'll have your neck for this, Duane,\" he said softly.\n\n\n Duane looked at the man's eyes. Death was behind them, peeping out.\n Mentally he shrugged. What difference did it make?", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "and frescoed walls. Duane wished for human companionship—particularly\n that of the nurse. Of all the people he'd met since awakening in that", "Duane sat down on a lumpy, sagging bed and buried his head in his\n hands. Dim ghosts of memory were wandering in his mind. He tried to\n conjure them into stronger relief, or to exorcise them entirely.", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "The nurse, still eyeing Duane with an odd bewilderment, said: \"I'll\n leave you alone for a moment. Don't talk too much to him, Mr. Andrias.\n He's still suffering from shock.\"", "He opened his eyes. A slight red-headed girl in white nurse's uniform\n was standing there. She stepped back a pace, a web of wet gauze bandage\n in her hands, looking at him.", "The trick failed to work. Duane had other things on his mind; he walked\n the thirty-foot length of the room, designed to imbue him with a sense", "Duane could remember the scene clearly. Could almost see the sharp,\n aquiline face of the man who had spoken to him. But there memory\n stopped.", "A long, narrow room, with a long carpet leading from the entrance up to\n a great heavy desk—that was Andrias' office. Duane felt a click in his" ], [ "\"Hey!\" he said. \"Change of course—get to your cabins.\" He seemed about\n to walk up to them, then reconsidered and hurried off. Neither man paid\n any attention.", "pressure bunks against the deadly stress of acceleration as the ship\n reversed itself and began to slow its headlong plunge into Callisto.\n But the two men had not heeded.", "\"Course change!\" gasped white-haired Stevens. \"Good God!\"", "The crew of the rocket made no objection when Andrias and his men took\n Duane off without a word. Duane had thought the nurse, who seemed a", "The trick failed to work. Duane had other things on his mind; he walked\n the thirty-foot length of the room, designed to imbue him with a sense", "The small steering rockets flashed briefly. The men were thrust\n bruisingly against the side of the corridor as the rocket spun lazily", "white-haired one, Stevens—wasn't so lucky. He was underneath when the\n jets went on. Three ribs broken—his lung was punctured. He died in the\n other room an hour ago.\"", "A long, powerful ground car slid up before them. Andrias got in front,\n while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car,\n climbed in beside him. Andrias gave a curt order, and the car shot\n forward.", "\"You play rough, Duane,\" he observed. \"I thought you'd have trouble\n with Stevens. I didn't think you'd find it necessary to put him out of", "Whichever planet that was.\n\n\n The guard had remained just inside the door, at attention. Andrias\n waved him out.\n\n\n \"Here I am,\" said Duane. \"What do you want?\"", "Duane got up, retrieving the two heat guns, and stared at him.\n\n\n \"\nThey tell me I killed Stevens the same way\n,\" he thought. \"\nI'm\n getting in a rut!\n\"", "was only a gesture. When Andrias came to, unless Duane had managed to\n get away and accomplish something, the mere lack of written permission\n would not keep him from the rocket's lethal cargo!", "\"In the sick bay,\" she said. \"You got caught out when the ship changed\n course. Lucky you weren't hurt, Peter. The man you were with—the old,", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "\"Forget what I think,\" Stevens said, his voice clipped and angry. \"I\n don't care about fairness, Duane, except to myself. I've done all the", "\"You're right, Duane,\" he said. \"I could blast you, too. Nobody would\n win that way, so let's leave the guns where they are.\"", "Duane looked around. The guard beckoned. \"Governor Andrias wants to\n speak to you—now. Let's not keep the governor waiting.\"", "The nurse, still eyeing Duane with an odd bewilderment, said: \"I'll\n leave you alone for a moment. Don't talk too much to him, Mr. Andrias.\n He's still suffering from shock.\"", "The P.A. speaker rattled, blared something unintelligible. Neither man\n heard it. Duane lunged forward into the taller man's grip, sliding down", "Duane took a deep breath and let the man drop to the floor. But he\n paused only a second; now he had two unconscious men on his hands and\n he dared let neither revive until he was prepared." ], [ "Yes, there had been a white-haired man. And there had been an argument.\n Something to do with money, with a shipment of goods that Stevens had\n supplied to Duane. There has even been talk of killing....", "Duane got up, retrieving the two heat guns, and stared at him.\n\n\n \"\nThey tell me I killed Stevens the same way\n,\" he thought. \"\nI'm\n getting in a rut!\n\"", "\"Forget what I think,\" Stevens said, his voice clipped and angry. \"I\n don't care about fairness, Duane, except to myself. I've done all the", "\"You play rough, Duane,\" he observed. \"I thought you'd have trouble\n with Stevens. I didn't think you'd find it necessary to put him out of", "Duane got up, stared at his haggard face in the cracked mirror over\n the bed. \"\nThey say I'm a killer", "Then he shook his head. \"No,\" he said. \"You're lying all right. You\n killed Stevens to get his share—and now you're trying to hold me up.", "\"I'll have your neck for this, Duane,\" he said softly.\n\n\n Duane looked at the man's eyes. Death was behind them, peeping out.\n Mentally he shrugged. What difference did it make?", "But—murder! Duane looked at his hands helplessly.", "\"\nNo\n,\" Duane thought. \"\nWhatever they say, I'm not a killer!\n\"\n\n\n But still he had to get out. How?", "Duane stared at him a long second, then nodded abruptly. \"I was right\n the first time,\" he said. \"I'll\nhave", "Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It\n was furnished severely, to the point of barrenness. Two chairs before", "Duane said, without expression, \"No.\"\n\n\n Dark red flooded into Andrias' sallow face. His jaws bunched angrily\n and there was a ragged thread of incomplete control to his voice as he\n spoke.", "Duane said, \"Do I have to kill you?\" It was only a question as he asked\n it, without threatening.", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "My name, it seems, is Peter Duane\n, he thought.\nAnd they tell me that\n I killed a man!", "\"Don't be a fool,\" he grated. \"Duane—\"", "\"You're right, Duane,\" he said. \"I could blast you, too. Nobody would\n win that way, so let's leave the guns where they are.\"", "But Duane's arm was around his throat, and he had no breath to spare.\n Duane's foot lashed out and the door slammed shut; Duane's balled left", "\"You can't do that,\" Duane said wearily. \"I'm sick. If you've got\n something against me, save it. Wait till my head clears. I'm sure I can\n explain—\"", "A long, powerful ground car slid up before them. Andrias got in front,\n while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car,\n climbed in beside him. Andrias gave a curt order, and the car shot\n forward." ], [ "He looked at the man named Andrias.", "Somewhere, some time, a man had said to him, \"\nAndrias is secretly", "killed a man already, they said. Was he then a killer—could he shoot\n Andrias now, in cold blood, with so much to gain and nothing to lose?", "He had thought of forcing Andrias himself to front for him, at gun's\n point, in the conventional manner of escaping prisoners. But fist", "He hurled himself at Andrias, hands sweeping around to grapple for the\n dark man's throat. Andrias, off-balance, staggered backward. But his\n own hands were diving for the twin heat guns that hung at his waist.", "He stood up and looked around. He had to act quickly. Already Andrias'\n breath was audible; he saw the man grimace and an arm flopped\n spasmodically on the floor. Consciousness was on its way back.", "The driver, sitting beside Andrias, leaned forward and readied a hand\n under the dashboard. The high wail of a siren came instantly from the", "Quick suspicion flared in his eyes, then certainty as he saw Andrias\n huddled on the floor. He opened his mouth to cry out—", "fights, fiction to the contrary notwithstanding, leave marks on the men\n who lose them. Andrias' throat was speckled with the livid marks of", "Andrias said, \"I've had the ship inspected and what I want is on it.\n That saves your life, for now. But the cargo is in your name. I could", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "\"Duane here is resisting arrest,\" Andrias said. \"Take him along. We'll\n fix up the charges later.\"", "He stood there a moment. Then, abruptly, he reversed the weapon and\n chopped it down on Andrias' skull.", "Whoever this man Andrias was, thought Duane, he was certainly a man of\n importance on Callisto. As he had said,\nhe\ngave the orders.", "cooperate by the threat of a gun. Which, considering the stake Andrias\n had in this play, was doubtful....", "Andrias exhaled a deep breath. You could see the tension leave him, the\n mottled anger fade from his face and leave it without expression. He", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "thrust him under it out of sight. Andrias' chair he turned so that the\n unconscious face was averted from the door. Should anyone look in,\n then, the fact of Andrias' unconsciousness might not be noticed.", "When Andrias came to....\n\n\n An idea bloomed in Duane's brain. He looked, then, at unconscious\n Andrias—and the idea withered again.", "He said, \"Duane, Andrias is your boss, not mine. I'm a free lance; I" ], [ "A long, narrow room, with a long carpet leading from the entrance up to\n a great heavy desk—that was Andrias' office. Duane felt a click in his", "Andrias' ornate, bare-topped desk and one luxurious chair behind it;\n a tasseled bell cord within easy reach of Andrias' chair; the long\n carpet. That was all it contained.", "The trick failed to work. Duane had other things on his mind; he walked\n the thirty-foot length of the room, designed to imbue him with a sense", "door, his footsteps muffled in the deep, springy carpet. Almost as he\n reached it, he saw it begin to open. He quickly sidestepped and was out", "He walked around the desk to the bell cord. He took a deep breath,\n tugged it savagely, and at once was in speedy motion, racing toward the", "The guard he stripped of clothing, bound and gagged with his own\n belt and spaceman's kerchief. He dragged him around behind the desk,", "black-covered notebooks with cryptic figures littering their\n pages—those were the contents. A coldly impersonal desk, without the\n familiar trivia most men accumulate. There was nothing, certainly, that", "Duane stepped over the unconscious man and looked around the room. It\n was furnished severely, to the point of barrenness. Two chairs before", "He grasped the guard's arm and dragged him roughly the length of the\n room. He leaped on top of the desk, brutally scarring its gleaming top", "Once more he stared around the room, catalogued its contents. The guard\n would be getting impatient. Perhaps any minute he would tap the door,\n first timorously, then with heavier strokes.", "But Andrias was not dead, though he was out as cold as the void beyond\n Pluto. The thick carpeting had saved him from a broken head.", "A long, powerful ground car slid up before them. Andrias got in front,\n while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car,\n climbed in beside him. Andrias gave a curt order, and the car shot\n forward.", "thrust him under it out of sight. Andrias' chair he turned so that the\n unconscious face was averted from the door. Should anyone look in,\n then, the fact of Andrias' unconsciousness might not be noticed.", "memory as he entered. One of the ancient Earth dictators had employed\n just such a psychological trick to overawe those who came to beg favors\n of him. Muslini, or some such name.", "Trying to make his stride as martial as possible, he walked down the\n long carpet to the door, opened it and stepped outside.", "with the hard spikes of his boots. His agile fingers unfastened the\n long bell cord without causing it to ring and, bearing it, he dropped\n again to the floor.", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of\n him. His head made an audible, spine-chilling thud as it hit the\n carpeted floor.", "white-haired one, Stevens—wasn't so lucky. He was underneath when the\n jets went on. Three ribs broken—his lung was punctured. He died in the\n other room an hour ago.\"", "He and the white-haired man had gone out then, made their way by\n unfrequented side streets to a great windowless building. Duane" ], [ "arming the Callistan cutthroats for revolt against the League. He wants\n personal power—he's prepared to pay any price for it. He needs guns,", "\"You're ready,\" he repeated. \"You've armed the Callistan exiles—the\n worst gutter scum on nine planets. You're set to betray the League that", "The man stared at him. \"Governor Andrias,\" he said, \"is the League's\n deputy on Callisto. You know—the Earth-Mars League. They put Governor\n Andrias here to—well, to govern for them.\"", "Two large, ugly men in field-gray uniforms, emblazoned with the\n shooting-star insignia of Callisto's League police, came in, looking to\n Andrias for instructions.", "And if he can arm enough of Callisto's rabble, he can't be stopped.\n That's why he'll pay for electron rifles with their weight in gold.\n\"", "Whoever this man Andrias was, thought Duane, he was certainly a man of\n importance on Callisto. As he had said,\nhe\ngave the orders.", "Earth guns smuggled in through the League patrol. If he can wipe out\n the League police garrison—those who are loyal to the League, still,", "instead of to Andrias—he can sit back and laugh at any fleet Earth and\n Mars can send. Rockets are clumsy in an atmosphere. They're helpless.", "belligerent than Duane, standing there. \"Not at all,\" he repeated.\n \"Just take your ten thousand and let it go at that. Don't make trouble.\n Leave Andrias out of our private argument.\"", "Conspiracy on Callisto\nBy JAMES MacCREIGH\nRevolt was flaring on Callisto, and Peter Duane\n\n held the secret that would make the uprising a", "ship. It's not going anywhere till I give it clearance. I run Callisto;\n I'll give the orders here!\"\nII", "fights, fiction to the contrary notwithstanding, leave marks on the men\n who lose them. Andrias' throat was speckled with the livid marks of", "pressure bunks against the deadly stress of acceleration as the ship\n reversed itself and began to slow its headlong plunge into Callisto.\n But the two men had not heeded.", "He took time to think it over, but he knew that no thought was\n required. Already the hands that he had locked behind him were\n clenched, taut. Already the muscles of his legs were tensing.", "Whichever planet that was.\n\n\n The guard had remained just inside the door, at attention. Andrias\n waved him out.\n\n\n \"Here I am,\" said Duane. \"What do you want?\"", "Somewhere, some time, a man had said to him, \"\nAndrias is secretly", "Quick suspicion flared in his eyes, then certainty as he saw Andrias\n huddled on the floor. He opened his mouth to cry out—", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "cooperate by the threat of a gun. Which, considering the stake Andrias\n had in this play, was doubtful....", "work for myself. When we land on Callisto tonight I'll be with you when\n you turn our—shall I say, our\ncargo\n?—over to him. And I'll collect" ], [ "have lost your memory, Duane,\" he said. \"Otherwise, surely you would\n know that this is all the rifles I need. With them I'll\ntake\nwhatever", "When Andrias came to....\n\n\n An idea bloomed in Duane's brain. He looked, then, at unconscious\n Andrias—and the idea withered again.", "Andrias' eyes widened. \"You amaze me, Duane,\" he said. He rose and\n stepped around the desk, confronting Duane. \"I almost think you really", "The dark man laughed. \"Take your time, Duane,\" he said easily. \"You'll\n remember me. My name's Andrias. I've been waiting here for you to wake\n up. We have some business matters to discuss.\"", "Andrias, up ahead, was turning around. He looked sharply at Duane, for\n a long second. An uncertainty clouded his eyes, and abruptly he looked\n forward again without speaking.", "was only a gesture. When Andrias came to, unless Duane had managed to\n get away and accomplish something, the mere lack of written permission\n would not keep him from the rocket's lethal cargo!", "There was an instant's doubt in Andrias' eyes, then it flashed away. He\n bent closer, peered at Duane. \"I almost think—\" he began.", "\"You're right, Duane,\" he said. \"I could blast you, too. Nobody would\n win that way, so let's leave the guns where they are.\"", "Duane said, without expression, \"No.\"\n\n\n Dark red flooded into Andrias' sallow face. His jaws bunched angrily\n and there was a ragged thread of incomplete control to his voice as he\n spoke.", "But Andrias, unconscious already, tumbled back with Duane on top of\n him. His head made an audible, spine-chilling thud as it hit the\n carpeted floor.", "\"Duane here is resisting arrest,\" Andrias said. \"Take him along. We'll\n fix up the charges later.\"", "Andrias straightened, turned a darkly-suspicious look on Duane. \"Don't", "He said, \"Duane, Andrias is your boss, not mine. I'm a free lance; I", "He hurled himself at Andrias, hands sweeping around to grapple for the\n dark man's throat. Andrias, off-balance, staggered backward. But his\n own hands were diving for the twin heat guns that hung at his waist.", "He had thought of forcing Andrias himself to front for him, at gun's\n point, in the conventional manner of escaping prisoners. But fist", "Duane looked around. The guard beckoned. \"Governor Andrias wants to\n speak to you—now. Let's not keep the governor waiting.\"", "A long, powerful ground car slid up before them. Andrias got in front,\n while the two uniformed men shoved Duane into the back of the car,\n climbed in beside him. Andrias gave a curt order, and the car shot\n forward.", "Duane saw his danger, and reacted. His foot twisted around Andrias'\n ankle; his hands at the other's throat gripped tighter. He lunged", "Duane shook his head confusedly. \"I don't know anything,\" he said.\n \"I—I don't even know my own name.\"", "The crew of the rocket made no objection when Andrias and his men took\n Duane off without a word. Duane had thought the nurse, who seemed a" ] ]

[ "Why was Na alone in the forest?", "Why did Ro tell the woman not to move?", "Why did Na not meet the party on time?", "How did Ro feel about Na picking the fruit?", "What was the consequence of the white men choosing to sleep in the valley?", "Why did Ro want to fight the white man?", "Why did Grimm dislike Carlson?", "When did Ro marry Na?", "Why did the old man ask what year it was?", "Why did Ro find it funny when Grimm was irritated?" ]

[ [ "Because strange men landed in a metal sphere", "Because Ro had traveled far to the north", "Because the rat men killed most of their people", "Because the white men carried weapons" ], [ "She was bound with strips of hide", "He didn't want her to alert the captors ", "He needed to hurry", "She was afraid of him" ], [ "She accidentally walked up to an Oan", "She went to find the white people", "She stayed on the cliff", "She was coming down the side of the mountain" ], [ "He was angry she wanted to bring food", "He was jealous she went without him", "He was worried she could have been harmed", "He was suspicious of her behavior" ], [ "They battled the Oan for three days", "They went to war with the red men", "They had a great feast", "They were taken captive" ], [ "He had weapons on the ship", "He had a ray gun", "He had sticks and stones", "He thought he was being dishonest when he said he couldn't help" ], [ "He hit him with a rock", "He hit him with a fist to the face", "He bossed him around", "He was jealous of his relationship with the woman" ], [ "His second day back", "He had not yet", "After he freed the white men", "His first night back" ], [ "He traveled in a space boat", "He came from a far away city", "He wondered how many years they had traveled", "He was surprised the civilization was so primitive" ], [ "He was amused that relationship dynamics are universal", "He liked to see the white men fight", "He liked Carlson better", "He thought it was funny that Charlotte was shy" ] ]

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[ [ "Na lowered her eyes.\n\n\n \"I was caught in the forest below the cliffs. The Oan spied me and I\n ran. The chase was long and tiring. I was almost ready to drop when you\n appeared.\"", "Ro fell silent. He walked to the mouth of the cave and stared out. When\n he turned back to the others, his attention was centered on Na.", "Ro awakened with the dawn. He was startled to find that Na had left his\n side. He rose quickly and strode to the mouth of the cave.", "He stopped walking and stared around him for a landmark. They had\n traveled far along the foot of the cliff. According to the plan Na\n should have met them minutes ago.", "Once Ro stopped to look down into the valley. But Na and the others\n were gone. He felt a pang of regret as he turned to move upward.", "dimly outlined in the shadows, as Na had said. A distance away, in\n another clearing, he could see many Oan, flitting ghost-like from place\n to place.", "And, most of all, he wanted to see Na, graceful, dark eyed Na, whose\n fair face had disturbed his slumber so often, appearing in his dreams\n to call him home.", "\"We leave you here,\" said Ro to the professor. \"Na will lead you to the\n sphere. She will remain hidden until you have circled away from her.\n Then she will reveal herself.\"", "Ro looked at Na for a long moment before they parted. He grew very\n proud of what he saw. There was no fear in her eyes. Her small chin was\n firm.", "He turned away from the valley to study Na. She was very beautiful.\n Her dark eyes seemed to sparkle and her hair shone in the twilight. He\n understood why she had crept into his dreams.", "\"You're home,\" breathed Na.\n\n\n \"I have traveled far to the north,\" answered Ro simply, \"and seen many\n things. And now I have returned for you.\"", "\"He had no chance to fight,\" Na answered. \"Two of your brothers died\n with him on that first morning.\"\nRo squared his shoulders and set his jaw. He wiped a hint of tears from\n his eyes.", "\"Be still,\" he thought. He remembered Na's words: '\nWe spoke with our\n thoughts.\n' \"Be still. I've come to free you.\" And then, because it\n seemed so futile, he whispered the words aloud.", "When they had detailed their plan, the party left the cave. Ro led them\n into the thickest part of the forest and toward the Oan camp.", "Na met him at the entrance. She was returning from a clump of trees\n a short distance away. Her arms were loaded with Manno, the fruit of\n Mars, and clusters of wild berries and grapes.", "\"You were alone in the woods!\" Ro exclaimed. \"Since when do the women\n of our tribe travel from the cliffs alone?\"", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The", "There was a one-sided battle that lasted three days. Finally, under\n cover of night, we were forced to leave the caves. One by one we went,\n and those of us who lived still travel alone.\"", "Ro groaned aloud as Na finished her tale. His homecoming was a meeting\n with tragedy, instead of a joyful occasion.", "\"We journey out of the valley and around the face of the cliffs,\" Ro\n told them. \"After a short while, we will meet Na.\"\n\n\n \"Who is Na?\" asked the girl." ], [ "\"Don't move when you are free,\" he warned the girl as he worked. \"I\n must release the others first. When all is ready I will give a signal\n with my thoughts and you will follow me.\"", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The", "When they were ready, Ro signaled the four white people to follow him.\n They rose quietly and trailed him into the woods. The girl whispered\n something to one of the men. Ro turned and glared at her through the\n shadows.", "Ro gathered the girl in his arms. He spoke softly to her to help her\n forget.\nWhen she had recovered from her shock, the small group traveled on. Ro", "The darkness settled quickly. Soon Ro could barely make out the girl's\n features. It was time for him to leave.", "\"You will make no mate at all,\" Ro said sternly, \"and there will be no\n table if you wander off. Your next meeting with the Oan may not be so\n fortunate.\"", "Ro looked at Na for a long moment before they parted. He grew very\n proud of what he saw. There was no fear in her eyes. Her small chin was\n firm.", "\"She is the one I have chosen for my mate,\" Ro answered.\n\n\n The white girl was silent. They traveled quite a distance without\n communicating. Each was busy with his own thoughts.", "Grimm climbed to his feet and backed away. Ro advanced on him, his\n fists clenched.\n\n\n The old man also rose. He placed a restraining hand on Ro's arm.", "Gritting his teeth, Carlson charged at Grimm. But Ro moved more\n swiftly. He caught the white man and forced him back.", "Ro fell silent. He walked to the mouth of the cave and stared out. When\n he turned back to the others, his attention was centered on Na.", "Ro dismounted the limp body. His face wore a wildly triumphant\n expression. It changed as he remembered the girl. He ran to her side.", "\"She will be a woman alone,\" said Ro. \"The Oan prefer to capture women\n when they can.\"\n\n\n \"Then she'll be captured,\" the professor said. \"It's much too risky.\"", "\"Come on,\" Ro said. \"If we spend the rest of the morning here, the Oan\n will try some strategy of their own.\"", "Ro's body tensed and quivered. A low growl issued from deep in his\n throat. He charged forward.", "\"We leave you here,\" said Ro to the professor. \"Na will lead you to the\n sphere. She will remain hidden until you have circled away from her.\n Then she will reveal herself.\"", "Carlson straightened. He weighed Ro's words before answering. Finally\n he said, \"I didn't want to make trouble. It was a bad time, and", "Breathing more easily, Ro moved on. He reached the edge of the small\n clearing without making a sound. Strewn on the ground were shapeless", "Carlson seemed to come out of a trance. He swung around to trail Ro up\n the sloping part of the mountain. They climbed in silence.", "With hardly a glance at his fallen foe, Ro ran on to meet the girl. She\n fell into his arms and pressed her cheek to his bare shoulder. Her dark" ], [ "He stopped walking and stared around him for a landmark. They had\n traveled far along the foot of the cliff. According to the plan Na\n should have met them minutes ago.", "And, most of all, he wanted to see Na, graceful, dark eyed Na, whose\n fair face had disturbed his slumber so often, appearing in his dreams\n to call him home.", "Ro fell silent. He walked to the mouth of the cave and stared out. When\n he turned back to the others, his attention was centered on Na.", "Ro groaned aloud as Na finished her tale. His homecoming was a meeting\n with tragedy, instead of a joyful occasion.", "Ro looked at Na for a long moment before they parted. He grew very\n proud of what he saw. There was no fear in her eyes. Her small chin was\n firm.", "Na lowered her eyes.\n\n\n \"I was caught in the forest below the cliffs. The Oan spied me and I\n ran. The chase was long and tiring. I was almost ready to drop when you\n appeared.\"", "Once Ro stopped to look down into the valley. But Na and the others\n were gone. He felt a pang of regret as he turned to move upward.", "Ro awakened with the dawn. He was startled to find that Na had left his\n side. He rose quickly and strode to the mouth of the cave.", "He turned away from the valley to study Na. She was very beautiful.\n Her dark eyes seemed to sparkle and her hair shone in the twilight. He\n understood why she had crept into his dreams.", "\"He had no chance to fight,\" Na answered. \"Two of your brothers died\n with him on that first morning.\"\nRo squared his shoulders and set his jaw. He wiped a hint of tears from\n his eyes.", "Na met him at the entrance. She was returning from a clump of trees\n a short distance away. Her arms were loaded with Manno, the fruit of\n Mars, and clusters of wild berries and grapes.", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The", "\"We leave you here,\" said Ro to the professor. \"Na will lead you to the\n sphere. She will remain hidden until you have circled away from her.\n Then she will reveal herself.\"", "\"You're home,\" breathed Na.\n\n\n \"I have traveled far to the north,\" answered Ro simply, \"and seen many\n things. And now I have returned for you.\"", "\"We journey out of the valley and around the face of the cliffs,\" Ro\n told them. \"After a short while, we will meet Na.\"\n\n\n \"Who is Na?\" asked the girl.", "dimly outlined in the shadows, as Na had said. A distance away, in\n another clearing, he could see many Oan, flitting ghost-like from place\n to place.", "Na smiled. Ro was angry, but anger did not make him blind. He would\n make a good mate.", "\"Be still,\" he thought. He remembered Na's words: '\nWe spoke with our\n thoughts.\n' \"Be still. I've come to free you.\" And then, because it\n seemed so futile, he whispered the words aloud.", "When they had detailed their plan, the party left the cave. Ro led them\n into the thickest part of the forest and toward the Oan camp.", "\"They shall pay,\" he murmured, and started off toward the cliffs again.\n\n\n Na trailed behind him. Her face was grave with concern.\n\n\n \"They are very many,\" she said." ], [ "Ro looked at Na for a long moment before they parted. He grew very\n proud of what he saw. There was no fear in her eyes. Her small chin was\n firm.", "Ro fell silent. He walked to the mouth of the cave and stared out. When\n he turned back to the others, his attention was centered on Na.", "Na smiled. Ro was angry, but anger did not make him blind. He would\n make a good mate.", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The", "Na met him at the entrance. She was returning from a clump of trees\n a short distance away. Her arms were loaded with Manno, the fruit of\n Mars, and clusters of wild berries and grapes.", "Ro slipped his arm about Na's shoulder and drew her closer. With their\n heads together they slept.", "Na was just opening her eyes. She stared around her fearfully, then\n smiled as she recognized Ro. The young Martian breathed a sigh of\n relief.", "\"You're home,\" breathed Na.\n\n\n \"I have traveled far to the north,\" answered Ro simply, \"and seen many\n things. And now I have returned for you.\"", "Once Ro stopped to look down into the valley. But Na and the others\n were gone. He felt a pang of regret as he turned to move upward.", "eyes were wet with gladness. Warm tears ran down Ro's arm.\nFinally Na lifted her beautiful head. She looked timidly at Ro, her", "\"He had no chance to fight,\" Na answered. \"Two of your brothers died\n with him on that first morning.\"\nRo squared his shoulders and set his jaw. He wiped a hint of tears from\n his eyes.", "Ro groaned aloud as Na finished her tale. His homecoming was a meeting\n with tragedy, instead of a joyful occasion.", "\"We leave you here,\" said Ro to the professor. \"Na will lead you to the\n sphere. She will remain hidden until you have circled away from her.\n Then she will reveal herself.\"", "Ro awakened with the dawn. He was startled to find that Na had left his\n side. He rose quickly and strode to the mouth of the cave.", "With hardly a glance at his fallen foe, Ro ran on to meet the girl. She\n fell into his arms and pressed her cheek to his bare shoulder. Her dark", "Ro gathered the girl in his arms. He spoke softly to her to help her\n forget.\nWhen she had recovered from her shock, the small group traveled on. Ro", "When they were ready, Ro signaled the four white people to follow him.\n They rose quietly and trailed him into the woods. The girl whispered\n something to one of the men. Ro turned and glared at her through the\n shadows.", "The darkness settled quickly. Soon Ro could barely make out the girl's\n features. It was time for him to leave.", "Na lowered her eyes.\n\n\n \"I was caught in the forest below the cliffs. The Oan spied me and I\n ran. The chase was long and tiring. I was almost ready to drop when you\n appeared.\"", "He turned away from the valley to study Na. She was very beautiful.\n Her dark eyes seemed to sparkle and her hair shone in the twilight. He\n understood why she had crept into his dreams." ], [ "\"That night we asked them to sleep with us in the caves, but they made\n camp in the valley instead. The darkness passed swiftly and silently,", "Ro was silent then. In a short time it would be dark enough to go down\n into the valley. When he had rescued the white ones, he would learn\n more about them.", "When they were ready, Ro signaled the four white people to follow him.\n They rose quietly and trailed him into the woods. The girl whispered\n something to one of the men. Ro turned and glared at her through the\n shadows.", "over the narrowest part of the valley. If all went well, the Oan would\n be trapped. They would die under a hailstorm of rock.", "The progress they made was slow, but gradually the distance between\n them and Oan camp grew. Ro increased his pace when silence was no\n longer necessary. The four white people stumbled ahead more quickly.", "They moved swiftly. Before long they were at the narrow entrance to the\n valley. It was about a hundred yards long and twenty feet wide. The\n walls of the cliff rose almost straight up on both sides.", "\"I looked into the valley and saw hundreds of Oan. They had captured\n our friends in the night and were using their weapons to attack us.", "\"But there are only six of us,\" one of the white men protested. \"There\n are hundreds of the beasts. We wouldn't have a chance.\"\n\n\n Ro smiled.", "He sat in a corner of the cave and leaned back against the wall. His\n eyes were half shut and he pretended to doze. Actually he was studying\n the white ones.", "stones. Then the white men spoke; but their tongue was strange, and our\n men signaled that they could not understand. The white men smiled, and\n a great miracle took place. Suddenly to our minds came pictures and", "Ro smiled. These young white men were no different than Martians where\n a girl was concerned.\n\n\n When they had finished breakfast, they sat around the floor of the cave\n and spoke.", "\"You're lying,\" he shouted aloud, forgetting that the white man\n couldn't understand his words. \"You're lying because you are afraid.", "The others in the cave awakened. Ro noticed that Charlotte had slept\n beside Carlson, but moved away shyly now that it was daylight. He\n noticed, too, that Grimm was seeing the same thing and seemed annoyed.", "Ahead of him, he saw a clearing. That would be his destination. On\n the far side he would find the white ones. He took the stone from his\n armpit and moved on.", "and with the dawn we left our caves to rejoin our new friends. But\n everywhere a red man showed himself, he cried out and died by the\n flame from the white men's weapons.", "He lay flat on his stomach and inched his way ahead. It was slow work,\n but safer. When a sound reached his ears he drew himself together and\n feigned sleep. In the dusk he appeared no different than the others.", "\"There was a great feast then, and our men showed their skill at\n throwing. Then the white men displayed the power of their strange", "\"They were strange men indeed; white as the foam on water, and clothed\n in strange garb from the neck down, even to coverings on their feet.", "\"I was coming down the side of the mountain,\" she said. \"I saw him\n standing at the foot. The shadows were deceiving. I thought it was you.\n It wasn't until too late that I discovered my mistake.\"", "words. The white men spoke with their thoughts." ], [ "pure white. They were handsome, Ro thought, in a barbaric sort of way.\n One was lean and determined, the other, equally determined, but stouter\n and less impressive. Ro then centered his attention on the girl. Her", "When they were ready, Ro signaled the four white people to follow him.\n They rose quietly and trailed him into the woods. The girl whispered\n something to one of the men. Ro turned and glared at her through the\n shadows.", "\"But there are only six of us,\" one of the white men protested. \"There\n are hundreds of the beasts. We wouldn't have a chance.\"\n\n\n Ro smiled.", "Gritting his teeth, Carlson charged at Grimm. But Ro moved more\n swiftly. He caught the white man and forced him back.", "\"Then there will be more to kill,\" answered Ro without turning.\n\n\n \"They have the weapons of the white ones.\"", "\"You're lying,\" he shouted aloud, forgetting that the white man\n couldn't understand his words. \"You're lying because you are afraid.", "\"She is the one I have chosen for my mate,\" Ro answered.\n\n\n The white girl was silent. They traveled quite a distance without\n communicating. Each was busy with his own thoughts.", "Ro was silent then. In a short time it would be dark enough to go down\n into the valley. When he had rescued the white ones, he would learn\n more about them.", "Ro's body tensed and quivered. A low growl issued from deep in his\n throat. He charged forward.", "\"He had no chance to fight,\" Na answered. \"Two of your brothers died\n with him on that first morning.\"\nRo squared his shoulders and set his jaw. He wiped a hint of tears from\n his eyes.", "Ro smiled. These young white men were no different than Martians where\n a girl was concerned.\n\n\n When they had finished breakfast, they sat around the floor of the cave\n and spoke.", "Like a phantom, Ro arose from his crouch. The rat man was startled,\n frozen with fear. Ro drove his right arm around. The stone in his hand", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The", "The progress they made was slow, but gradually the distance between\n them and Oan camp grew. Ro increased his pace when silence was no\n longer necessary. The four white people stumbled ahead more quickly.", "Ro looked at Na for a long moment before they parted. He grew very\n proud of what he saw. There was no fear in her eyes. Her small chin was\n firm.", "Ro was returning from the north. He had seen the great villages of\n thatched huts, the strange people who lived in these huts instead of", "With hardly a glance at his fallen foe, Ro ran on to meet the girl. She\n fell into his arms and pressed her cheek to his bare shoulder. Her dark", "Carlson straightened. He weighed Ro's words before answering. Finally\n he said, \"I didn't want to make trouble. It was a bad time, and", "\"The Oan are cowards,\" Ro answered. \"They are brave only because they\n have your weapons. But now that you are free, you can make more of\n these sticks that shoot fire.\"\n\n\n Grimm laughed.", "\"Okay,\" he sneered. \"I'll go with the red man. But when we meet again,\n it will be a different story.\"\n\n\n Carlson turned to Ro." ], [ "\"Why me?\" Grimm demanded. \"Why not Carlson? Or are you saving him for\n your daughter?\"\nCarlson grabbed Grimm by the shoulder and spun him around. He drove a\n hard fist into the stout man's face.", "The others in the cave awakened. Ro noticed that Charlotte had slept\n beside Carlson, but moved away shyly now that it was daylight. He\n noticed, too, that Grimm was seeing the same thing and seemed annoyed.", "Gritting his teeth, Carlson charged at Grimm. But Ro moved more\n swiftly. He caught the white man and forced him back.", "\"You would have liked a more tender goodbye with Charlotte,\" Ro said to\n Carlson as they worked. \"Was it fear of Grimm that prevented it?\"", "Grimm stumbled backward. He fell at the cave's entrance. His hand,\n sprawled behind him to stop his fall, closed over a rock. He flung it\n at Carlson from a sitting position. It caught Carlson in the shoulder.", "Carlson straightened. He weighed Ro's words before answering. Finally\n he said, \"I didn't want to make trouble. It was a bad time, and", "\"Okay,\" he sneered. \"I'll go with the red man. But when we meet again,\n it will be a different story.\"\n\n\n Carlson turned to Ro.", "He turned to Carlson. The young Earthman was looking at Charlotte in\n much the same way.", "Carlson seemed to come out of a trance. He swung around to trail Ro up\n the sloping part of the mountain. They climbed in silence.", "\"It might work at that. Grimm can go with you. Carlson and Charlotte\n will go with me.\"", "\"He's lying,\" said Ro with his thoughts.\n\n\n \"Tell him I'm speaking the truth, professor,\" said Grimm aloud.", "Grimm climbed to his feet and backed away. Ro advanced on him, his\n fists clenched.\n\n\n The old man also rose. He placed a restraining hand on Ro's arm.", "Ro didn't speak. He didn't concentrate and transmit his thoughts,\n but kept them to himself. The pictures he'd received from Carlson\n were confusing. The business at hand was more grim and important than\n untangling the puzzle.", "cliffs, waiting to pelt them with stones. Carlson or Grimm can be with\n me to roll an avalanche of rocks on their heads.", "The professor repeated Grimm's words with his thoughts. \"It would be\n impossible to make new guns here,\" he said. \"But there is another way.\n I have thought about it all night.\"\n\n\n Ro turned quickly.", "It was Carlson who asked, \"How do you expect the six of us to attack\n the rat men?\"", "\"This is no time for fighting,\" he said. \"When the Oan are defeated you\n can kill each other. But not until then.\"\n\n\n Grimm brushed himself off as he got to his feet", "\"I'll go with you,\" he said. \"Grimm can go with Charlotte and the\n professor.\"", "\"You're lying,\" he shouted aloud, forgetting that the white man\n couldn't understand his words. \"You're lying because you are afraid.", "The Oan squealed in terror and tried to swerve from his course. The\n fear of one who sees approaching death was in his movements and his\n cry. He had seen many Oan die because of the strength and accuracy in\n the red men's arms." ], [ "Ro fell silent. He walked to the mouth of the cave and stared out. When\n he turned back to the others, his attention was centered on Na.", "Ro looked at Na for a long moment before they parted. He grew very\n proud of what he saw. There was no fear in her eyes. Her small chin was\n firm.", "\"You're home,\" breathed Na.\n\n\n \"I have traveled far to the north,\" answered Ro simply, \"and seen many\n things. And now I have returned for you.\"", "Ro slipped his arm about Na's shoulder and drew her closer. With their\n heads together they slept.", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The", "Na smiled. Ro was angry, but anger did not make him blind. He would\n make a good mate.", "Na was just opening her eyes. She stared around her fearfully, then\n smiled as she recognized Ro. The young Martian breathed a sigh of\n relief.", "Ro groaned aloud as Na finished her tale. His homecoming was a meeting\n with tragedy, instead of a joyful occasion.", "\"He had no chance to fight,\" Na answered. \"Two of your brothers died\n with him on that first morning.\"\nRo squared his shoulders and set his jaw. He wiped a hint of tears from\n his eyes.", "eyes were wet with gladness. Warm tears ran down Ro's arm.\nFinally Na lifted her beautiful head. She looked timidly at Ro, her", "With hardly a glance at his fallen foe, Ro ran on to meet the girl. She\n fell into his arms and pressed her cheek to his bare shoulder. Her dark", "\"We journey out of the valley and around the face of the cliffs,\" Ro\n told them. \"After a short while, we will meet Na.\"\n\n\n \"Who is Na?\" asked the girl.", "Ro introduced himself and Na.\n\n\n \"What manner of a place is this Earth?\" he asked, after the formalities.", "\"All men will know now that you are the mate of Ro,\" he whispered. And\n he kissed her, as was the custom of his tribe when a man took a wife.", "\"We leave you here,\" said Ro to the professor. \"Na will lead you to the\n sphere. She will remain hidden until you have circled away from her.\n Then she will reveal herself.\"", "\"You say they came from a place called Earth?\" Ro asked Na in wonder.\n\n\n \"They traveled through space in their 'ship,'\" Na answered. \"They\n called themselves an expedition.\"", "He turned away from the valley to study Na. She was very beautiful.\n Her dark eyes seemed to sparkle and her hair shone in the twilight. He\n understood why she had crept into his dreams.", "\"She is the one I have chosen for my mate,\" Ro answered.\n\n\n The white girl was silent. They traveled quite a distance without\n communicating. Each was busy with his own thoughts.", "Ro was returning from the north. He had seen the great villages of\n thatched huts, the strange people who lived in these huts instead of", "Ro awakened with the dawn. He was startled to find that Na had left his\n side. He rose quickly and strode to the mouth of the cave." ], [ "\"A year is a measure of time,\" the old man explained. \"When we left\n Earth it was the year twenty-two hundred.\"", "\"Tell me,\" he asked suddenly, \"where is this strange place you come\n from? And how is it that you can speak and cause others to speak with\n their minds?\"\n\n\n It was the old man who answered.", "\"You have seen what it is like here,\" Ro answered. \"As for 'year,' I\n don't understand.\"", "Then he gave a glad cry. Squinting ahead he saw an approaching figure.\n It was—His cry took on a note of alarm. The figure was bent low", "The man with the silver hair seemed very old and weak, but very wise.\n The other men had hair as black as any Martian's, but their skin was", "\"You're lying,\" he shouted aloud, forgetting that the white man\n couldn't understand his words. \"You're lying because you are afraid.", "Time passed quickly. To Ro, it seemed that his fingers were all thumbs.\n His breathing was heavy as he struggled with the knots. But finally the\n golden-haired girl was free.", "He was a man of the world now, weary of exploring and ready to settle\n down. He was anxious to see his family again, his father and mother", "Then, suddenly, he faltered in his stride. He stopped running and,\n shielding his eyes from the sun's glare, stared ahead. There was a\n figure running toward him. And behind that first figure, a second gave\n chase.", "\"Be still,\" he thought. He remembered Na's words: '\nWe spoke with our\n thoughts.\n' \"Be still. I've come to free you.\" And then, because it\n seemed so futile, he whispered the words aloud.", "His chest was scratched in a thousand places when he reached the far\n side, but he felt no pain. His heart was singing within him. His job\n was almost simple now. The difficult part was done.", "\"Since a long time,\" she answered sadly. Then she cried. And between\n sobs she spoke:", "Ro introduced himself and Na.\n\n\n \"What manner of a place is this Earth?\" he asked, after the formalities.", "Grimm climbed to his feet and backed away. Ro advanced on him, his\n fists clenched.\n\n\n The old man also rose. He placed a restraining hand on Ro's arm.", "Then his mind seemed to grow light, as though someone was sharing the\n weight of his brain. An urgent message to hurry—hurry reached him. It", "Ro sighed.\n\n\n \"I am afraid we are very backward here on Mars,\" he said wearily. \"I\n would like to learn more, but we must sleep now. Tomorrow will be a\n very busy day.\"", "His right arm he kept free for climbing. His fingers found crevices\n to hold to in the almost smooth wall. His toes seemed to have eyes to", "Ahead of him, he saw a clearing. That would be his destination. On\n the far side he would find the white ones. He took the stone from his\n armpit and moved on.", "\"Many weeks ago a great noise came out of the sky. We ran to the mouths\n of our caves and looked out, and saw a great sphere of shining metal\n landing in the valley below. Many colored fire spat from one end of it.", "Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. The rat man quivered\n and lay still." ], [ "Ro seemed puzzled, then he laughed.", "Ro laughed.", "\"He's lying,\" said Ro with his thoughts.\n\n\n \"Tell him I'm speaking the truth, professor,\" said Grimm aloud.", "Grimm climbed to his feet and backed away. Ro advanced on him, his\n fists clenched.\n\n\n The old man also rose. He placed a restraining hand on Ro's arm.", "Gritting his teeth, Carlson charged at Grimm. But Ro moved more\n swiftly. He caught the white man and forced him back.", "Ro exclaimed his surprise, then his rage. His handsome face was grim as\n he searched the ground with his eyes. When he found what he sought—a", "The professor repeated Grimm's words with his thoughts. \"It would be\n impossible to make new guns here,\" he said. \"But there is another way.\n I have thought about it all night.\"\n\n\n Ro turned quickly.", "Ro's body tensed and quivered. A low growl issued from deep in his\n throat. He charged forward.", "\"The Oan are cowards,\" Ro answered. \"They are brave only because they\n have your weapons. But now that you are free, you can make more of\n these sticks that shoot fire.\"\n\n\n Grimm laughed.", "The others in the cave awakened. Ro noticed that Charlotte had slept\n beside Carlson, but moved away shyly now that it was daylight. He\n noticed, too, that Grimm was seeing the same thing and seemed annoyed.", "Na smiled. Ro was angry, but anger did not make him blind. He would\n make a good mate.", "Ro dismounted the limp body. His face wore a wildly triumphant\n expression. It changed as he remembered the girl. He ran to her side.", "When they were ready, Ro signaled the four white people to follow him.\n They rose quietly and trailed him into the woods. The girl whispered\n something to one of the men. Ro turned and glared at her through the\n shadows.", "\"Okay,\" he sneered. \"I'll go with the red man. But when we meet again,\n it will be a different story.\"\n\n\n Carlson turned to Ro.", "Like a phantom, Ro arose from his crouch. The rat man was startled,\n frozen with fear. Ro drove his right arm around. The stone in his hand", "Ro sprang to his feet to tower above the man. His handsome face was\n twisted in anger.", "Ro looked at Na for a long moment before they parted. He grew very\n proud of what he saw. There was no fear in her eyes. Her small chin was\n firm.", "\"You would have liked a more tender goodbye with Charlotte,\" Ro said to\n Carlson as they worked. \"Was it fear of Grimm that prevented it?\"", "\"But there are only six of us,\" one of the white men protested. \"There\n are hundreds of the beasts. We wouldn't have a chance.\"\n\n\n Ro smiled.", "For a long moment Ro studied the approaching creatures. Then he gasped\n in surprise. The pursued was a young woman, a woman he knew. Na! The" ] ]

[ "What did the author intend the lesson of the passage to be?", "What happened to Dameri while he was in custody of the government?", "What was Dameri’s purpose in landing on earth?", "What did the people of Earth generally believe Dameri Tass would do on their planet?", "How did Dameri Tass communicate in English?", "What would have happened if Dameri had delivered his speech sooner?", "What would the citizens of Carthis learn about Earth after Dameri returned?", "What was the relationship like between Dermott and Casey?" ]

[ [ "We should be trying to form a planetary government to become a civilized planet", "It is not possible for the planet to unite under a common cause", "We need not speak the same language to understand each other", "Solutions for human kind aren’t going to suddenly appear from outer space" ], [ "He picked up an accent from the guards", "He slept almost the entire time", "He learned horses were creatures that could be ridden", "He was too shy to speak" ], [ "He wanted to witness an uncivilized planet and share knowledge", "His spaceship needed to land for repairs", "He heard reports that Earth had interesting animal specimens for his collection", "He arrived on accident while exploring planets in the Galactic League" ], [ "Collect humans to be displayed in a zoo in Carthis", "Assess it for civility and suitability to join the Galactic League", "Solve their societal challenges with his knowledge", "Initiate colonization of Earth, for Carthis had dwindling resources" ], [ "He could communicate telepathically", "He never was able to communicate in English", "He used a handheld translation device", "He acquired the knowledge from a human" ], [ "Conflict between the government and UN", "There would have been many lives saved", "No change in the course of events", "Earth could have been part of the Galactic League" ], [ "They would learn about the animals of Earth", "They would learn they needed to revise the log of Galactic League planets", "They would learn it is an uncivilized place", "They likely would never learn that it existed" ], [ "A superior and subordinate", "Two patrol officers brought very close together by their experience discovering an alien", "Dermott was like a father to Casey", "Colleagues from the same graduating class at the academy" ] ]

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[ [ "The others drew back, out of\n range of the expected blast, and\n watched, each with his own\n thoughts, as the first visitor from", "Viljalmar Andersen\n felt that\n he must say something. He extended\n a detaining hand. \"Now you\n are here,\" he said urgently, \"even", "though by mistake, before you go\n can't you give us some brief word?\n Our world is in chaos. Many of us\n have lost faith. Perhaps ...\"", "with him until morning. Well—he\n didn't awaken in the morning,\n nor the next. Six days later, fearing\n something was wrong we woke\n him.\"", "The alien tore his gaze from the\n animal to look his disbelief at the\n other. \"Are you after meanin' that\n you climb upon the crature's back\n and ride him? Faith now, quit your\n blarney.\"", "The President was defensive. \"He\n had to have some occupation, and\n he seems to be particularly interested\n in our animal life. He wanted", "The alien's face faded a light\n blue again. \"Faith, an' I'd almost\n forgotten,\" he said. \"If I'd taken", "A longing expression came over\n his highly colored face. \"Jist one\n thing,\" he said. \"Faith now, were\n they pullin' my leg when they said\n you were after ridin' on the back of\n those things?\"", "\"That's what they think,\" Larry\n yelled, \"and the governor is on his\n way. We're to do everything possible\n short of violence to keep this\n character here. Humor him, Tim!\"", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "The President looked at the woebegone\n nag. \"It's a horse,\" he said,\n surprised. \"Man has been riding\n them for centuries.\"", "He hustled from the rostrum and\n made his way, still surrounded by\n guards, to the door by which he had\n entered. The dog and the cat trotted\n after, undismayed by the furor\n about them.", "And nine-tenths of the population\n of Earth stood ready and willing\n to be guided. The other tenth\n liked things as they were and were", "\"What happened?\" Sir Alfred\n asked.\n\n\n The President showed embarrassment.\n \"He used some rather ripe\n Irish profanity on us, rolled over,\n and went back to sleep.\"", "But now the alien's purplish face\n faded to a light blue. He stood and\n said hoarsely. \"Faith, an' what was\n that last you said?\"", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "Trained to grasp a situation and\n immediately respond in manner best\n suited to protect the welfare of the\n people of New York State, Dermott\n cleared his throat and said, \"Tim,\n take over while I report.\"", "Further discussion was interrupted\n by the screaming arrival of\n several motorcycle patrolmen followed\n by three heavily laden patrol\n cars. Overhead, pursuit planes\n zoomed in and began darting about\n nervously above the field.", "By the time the delegates from\n every nation, tribe, religion, class,\n color, and race had gathered in\n New York to receive the message", "Things were moving fast for\n President McCord but already an\n edge of relief was manifesting itself.\n Taking the initiative, he said, \"Of" ], [ "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"", "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "Surrounded by F.B.I. men,\n Dameri Tass was ushered to the\n speaker's stand. He had a kitten in\n his arms; a Scotty followed him.", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "\"Mandaia,\" Dameri Tass\n snapped, pushing the cap into\n Casey's reluctant hands.", "from the stars, the majority of\n Earth had decided that Dameri\n Tass was the plenipotentiary of a\n super-civilization which had been", "\"Hey!\" Casey protested, but his\n fellow minion had left.\n\n\n \"Mandaia,\" Dameri Tass told\n Casey, holding out the metal cap.", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "Trained to grasp a situation and\n immediately respond in manner best\n suited to protect the welfare of the\n people of New York State, Dermott\n cleared his throat and said, \"Tim,\n take over while I report.\"", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "problems besetting us—social, economic,\n scientific—had been solved\n by the super-civilization. Obviously,\n then, Dameri Tass had come, an", "Dermott called from the car,\n \"Tim, the captain says to humor\n this guy. We're to keep him here\n until the officials arrive.\"", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "Dameri Tass removed the metal\n cap from his own head. \"Sure, an'\n nothin' is after bein' the matter", "\"That's what they think,\" Larry\n yelled, \"and the governor is on his\n way. We're to do everything possible\n short of violence to keep this\n character here. Humor him, Tim!\"" ], [ "from the stars, the majority of\n Earth had decided that Dameri\n Tass was the plenipotentiary of a\n super-civilization which had been", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "problems besetting us—social, economic,\n scientific—had been solved\n by the super-civilization. Obviously,\n then, Dameri Tass had come, an", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "Viljalmar Andersen repeated,\n \"We will now hear from the first\n being ever to come to Earth from\n another world.\"", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "Obviously he was from some civilization\n far beyond that of Earth's.\n That was the rub. No matter what\n he said, it would shake governments,\n possibly overthrow social systems,\n perhaps even destroy established religious\n concepts.", "first being to come to Earth from\n another world.\"", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "They arrived about four hours\n later at the field on which he'd\n landed, and the alien from space", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "The others drew back, out of\n range of the expected blast, and\n watched, each with his own\n thoughts, as the first visitor from", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"", "viewing developments on this planet\n with misgivings. It was thought\n this other civilization had advanced\n greatly beyond Earth's and that the" ], [ "from the stars, the majority of\n Earth had decided that Dameri\n Tass was the plenipotentiary of a\n super-civilization which had been", "problems besetting us—social, economic,\n scientific—had been solved\n by the super-civilization. Obviously,\n then, Dameri Tass had come, an", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "And nine-tenths of the population\n of Earth stood ready and willing\n to be guided. The other tenth\n liked things as they were and were", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "Obviously he was from some civilization\n far beyond that of Earth's.\n That was the rub. No matter what\n he said, it would shake governments,\n possibly overthrow social systems,\n perhaps even destroy established religious\n concepts.", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "viewing developments on this planet\n with misgivings. It was thought\n this other civilization had advanced\n greatly beyond Earth's and that the", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "\"Sure, and it's quite a reception\n I'm after gettin',\" Dameri Tass said.", "Viljalmar Andersen repeated,\n \"We will now hear from the first\n being ever to come to Earth from\n another world.\"", "The others drew back, out of\n range of the expected blast, and\n watched, each with his own\n thoughts, as the first visitor from" ], [ "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "Dameri Tass frowned. \"Harama?\"\n he asked.", "\"Sure, and it's quite a reception\n I'm after gettin',\" Dameri Tass said.", "Dameri Tass removed the metal\n cap from his own head. \"Sure, an'\n nothin' is after bein' the matter", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "\"Cushlamachree,\" Dameri Tass\n moaned. \"I've gone and put me\n foot in it again. I'll be after getting\nkert\nfor this.\"", "Surrounded by F.B.I. men,\n Dameri Tass was ushered to the\n speaker's stand. He had a kitten in\n his arms; a Scotty followed him.", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "Patrolman Dermott glared at him\n unbelievingly. \"You learned the\n language just by sticking that Rube\n Goldberg deal on Tim's head?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, an' why not?\"", "from the stars, the majority of\n Earth had decided that Dameri\n Tass was the plenipotentiary of a\n super-civilization which had been", "\"Hey!\" Casey protested, but his\n fellow minion had left.\n\n\n \"Mandaia,\" Dameri Tass told\n Casey, holding out the metal cap." ], [ "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"", "\"I wish we knew what he was\n going to say,\" Andersen worried.\n\n\n \"Here he comes,\" said Sir Alfred.", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "Dameri Tass rubbed a blue-nailed\n pink hand down his purplish countenance\n and yawned again. \"Gorra\n manigan horp soratium,\" he said.", "Trained to grasp a situation and\n immediately respond in manner best\n suited to protect the welfare of the\n people of New York State, Dermott\n cleared his throat and said, \"Tim,\n take over while I report.\"", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "Surrounded by F.B.I. men,\n Dameri Tass was ushered to the\n speaker's stand. He had a kitten in\n his arms; a Scotty followed him.", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "Viljalmar Andersen\n felt that\n he must say something. He extended\n a detaining hand. \"Now you\n are here,\" he said urgently, \"even", "problems besetting us—social, economic,\n scientific—had been solved\n by the super-civilization. Obviously,\n then, Dameri Tass had come, an", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Dermott said. \"He\n had some kind of a machine. He\n put it over Tim's head and seconds\n later he could talk.\"\n\n\n \"Nonsense!\" the general snapped.", "from the stars, the majority of\n Earth had decided that Dameri\n Tass was the plenipotentiary of a\n super-civilization which had been", "though by mistake, before you go\n can't you give us some brief word?\n Our world is in chaos. Many of us\n have lost faith. Perhaps ...\"" ], [ "from the stars, the majority of\n Earth had decided that Dameri\n Tass was the plenipotentiary of a\n super-civilization which had been", "Dameri Tass shook his head.\n \"Sure, an' 'twould've been my\n makin' if I could've taken one back\n to Carthis.\" He entered his vessel.", "Dameri Tass grimaced, turned\n and reentered his spacecraft to\n emerge in half a minute with his", "problems besetting us—social, economic,\n scientific—had been solved\n by the super-civilization. Obviously,\n then, Dameri Tass had come, an", "Dameri Tass held his head in his\n hands and groaned. \"An envoy, he's\n sayin', and meself only a second-rate\n collector of specimens for the Carthis\n zoo.\"", "Obviously he was from some civilization\n far beyond that of Earth's.\n That was the rub. No matter what\n he said, it would shake governments,\n possibly overthrow social systems,\n perhaps even destroy established religious\n concepts.", "A circular door slid open at that\n point and Dameri Tass stepped out,\n yawning. He spotted them, smiled\n and said, \"Glork.\"\n\n\n They gaped at him.", "The others drew back, out of\n range of the expected blast, and\n watched, each with his own\n thoughts, as the first visitor from", "The general muttered something\n under his breath. Then, \"When the\n governor arrives, let me know;\n otherwise, nobody gets through!\"\n\n\n Dameri Tass said, \"Faith, and\n what goes on?\"", "decal\n.\"\nDameri Tass\n was hurried, via\n helicopter, to Washington. There\n he disappeared for several days,", "And nine-tenths of the population\n of Earth stood ready and willing\n to be guided. The other tenth\n liked things as they were and were", "viewing developments on this planet\n with misgivings. It was thought\n this other civilization had advanced\n greatly beyond Earth's and that the", "Viljalmar Andersen repeated,\n \"We will now hear from the first\n being ever to come to Earth from\n another world.\"", "Dameri Tass sighed ecstatically.\n \"And jist what is a horse, if I may\n be so bold as to be askin'?\"\n\n\n \"It's an animal you ride on.\"", "Dameri Tass shook off the restraining\n hand. \"Do I look daft?\n Begorry, I should have been", "Dameri Tass interrupted, pointing\n to a bedraggled horse that had\n made its way to within fifty feet of\n the vessel. \"Now what could that\n be after bein'?\"", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "He turned and gestured to Dameri\n Tass who hadn't been paying\n overmuch attention to the chairman\n in view of some dog and cat\n hostilities that had been developing\n about his feet.", "Viljalmar Andersen faced the\n thousands in the audience and held\n up his hands, but it was ten minutes\n before he was able to quiet the\n cheering, stamping delegates from\n all Earth.", "Finally: \"Fellow Terrans, I shall\n not take your time for a lengthy\n introduction of the envoy from the" ], [ "Patrolman Dermott and Patrolman\n Casey shot stares at each other.\n \"'Tis double talk he's after givin'\n us,\" Casey said.", "Tim Casey got to his feet indignantly.\n \"I'm after resentin' that,\n Larry Dermott. Sure, an' the way\n we talk in Ireland is—\"", "Casey and Dermott snapped them\n a salute.", "\"Glork is right,\" Dermott swallowed.\n\n\n Tim Casey closed his mouth with\n an effort. \"Do you mind the color\n of his face?\" he blurted.", "Dameri Tass shrugged. \"Faith, an'\n why not? As I was after sayin', I\n shared the kerit helmet with Tim\n Casey.\"", "Tim Casey closed his eyes and\n groaned. \"Humor him, he's after\n sayin'. Orders it is.\" He shouted", "\"Faith, an' do I look balmy?\"\n Casey told him. \"I wouldn't be\n puttin' that dingus on my head for\n all the colleens in Ireland.\"", "\"Hey!\" Casey protested, but his\n fellow minion had left.\n\n\n \"Mandaia,\" Dameri Tass told\n Casey, holding out the metal cap.", "Muttering his protests, Casey\n lifted it gingerly and placed it on\n his head. Not feeling any immediate\n effect, he said, \"There, 'tis satisfied\n ye are now, I'm supposin'.\"", "\"Mandaia,\" Dameri Tass\n snapped, pushing the cap into\n Casey's reluctant hands.", "\"Hey, hold it,\" Dermott said anxiously.\n He was beginning to feel\n like a character in a shaggy dog\n story.", "Dermott called from the car,\n \"Tim, the captain says to humor\n this guy. We're to keep him here\n until the officials arrive.\"", "\"You can\n talk!\" Dermott\n blurted, skidding to a stop.", "Trained to grasp a situation and\n immediately respond in manner best\n suited to protect the welfare of the\n people of New York State, Dermott\n cleared his throat and said, \"Tim,\n take over while I report.\"", "\"Mandaia,\" the stranger said\n impatiently.\n\n\n \"Bejasus,\" Casey snorted, \"ye\n can't—\"", "Patrolman Dermott glared at him\n unbelievingly. \"You learned the\n language just by sticking that Rube\n Goldberg deal on Tim's head?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, an' why not?\"", "While the patrolmen watched\n him, he set the box on the ground,\n twirled two dials and put one of the\n caps on his head. He offered the\n other to Larry Dermott; his desire\n was obvious.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Dermott said. \"He\n had some kind of a machine. He\n put it over Tim's head and seconds\n later he could talk.\"\n\n\n \"Nonsense!\" the general snapped.", "Dermott muttered, \"And with it\n he has to pick up the corniest\n brogue west of Dublin.\"", "Larry Dermott looked again, just\n to make sure. \"Yeah—not much of\n a horse, but a horse.\"" ] ]

[ "Why did the supreme ruler deliver a scroll message to Jorgenson?\n", "What is the purpose of the Witnesses?", "Why was Jorgenson so angry to have his business taken by Glen-U?", "What would the Thrid likely believe drives their system of governance?", "What happened if a local governor made a mistake that was recognized?", "What is the definition of truth to the Thrid?", "Why were Jorgenson and Ganti not put to death?", "In what way was Jorgenson’s reasoning similar to that of the Thrid?" ]

[ [ "To acquire his lucrative business", "To lure him into an elaborate brainwashing scheme", "To silence his ideas within Thrid society", "To frighten him into behaving as the Thrid did" ], [ "To observe and report those who challenge the supreme ruler", "To deliver scroll messages from the Never-Mistaken Glen-U", "To carry the elaborate vessels in which the supreme ruler travels", "To burden those they witness with social pressure" ], [ "Glen-U had made his closest friend disappear", "He needed his business to support his family", "He came to the planet to defeat Glen-U’s dictatorship", "He believed anyone to be capable of making mistakes" ], [ "Extensive study of nearby planetary governance successes", "Their ancient scriptures", "Opinion", "Wisdom of the supreme family lineage" ], [ "The accuser was heavily medicated to become non-contrarian", "The accuser was put to a painful death by rudimentary weapons of the Thrid", "The accuser was never again seen by a rational being.", "The accuser was banished from the planet and their goods forfeited to the supreme ruler." ], [ "That which is observed by the Witnesses", "That which is dictated by those in power", "That which can be proven by scientific principles", "That which is outlined in their Thriddar stories" ], [ "It was never ordered", "They had intellectually outsmarted the Thrid by making it seem a mistake to kill them", "They had ally Witnesses in the government that secretly kept them alive", "They proved to be useful in their resourcefulness" ], [ "Neither required evidence to draw conclusions", "Neither allowed nuance", "Both were skeptical of novel ideas", "Both followed intuition" ] ]

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[ [ "Jorgenson went out, scowling, and exchanged the customary ceremonial\n greetings. Then the high official beamed at him and extracted a scroll", "to face by any rational being.\"\nThe high official rolled up the scroll, while Jorgenson exploded inside.\nA part of this was reaction as a business man. A part was recognition", "The high official unrolled the scroll. The Thrid around him, wearing\n Witness hats, became utterly silent. The high official made a sound\n equivalent to clearing his throat. The stillness became death-like.", "His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make\n his situation clear. He told Ganti of the Grand Panjandrum's move to", "This morning was especially beyond the limit. There was a new Grand\n Panjandrum—the term was Jorgenson's own for the supreme ruler over", "Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made\n an angry, dogged resolution to do something permanent to make matters\n better. For the Thrid themselves. Here he thought not as a business", "Jorgenson reflected sourly that the governors and the rulers of the\n universe were whoever happened to be within hearing of the Grand", "Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said\n succinctly:\n\n\n \"Like hell you will!\"", "Jorgenson dozed lightly. Then more heavily. Then more heavily still.\n The night was not two hours old when the warning sirens made a terrific", "Jorgenson laid the matter indignantly before him, repeating the exact\n phrases that said the trading company wanted—wanted!—practically to", "Ganti and countless others had been victims of capricious tyranny....\n And Jorgenson was slated to vanish from sight and never again be\n seen.... It definitely called for strong measures!", "is impossible, even when they talk about escape. They could have been\n discussing a matter that would not affect either of them. But Jorgenson\n quivered inside. He hoped.", "It was not wise to be moved by such sympathetic feelings. The Grand\n Panjandrum could not be mistaken. It was definitely unwise to\n contradict him. It could even be dangerous. Jorgenson was in a nasty\n spot.", "\"He also said,\" said Jorgenson irritably, \"that I'm to vanish and\n nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being. How does that\n happen? Do I get speared?\"", "walked.\nIf Jorgenson had been only a businessman, it would have had no\n particular meaning. But he was also a person, filled with hatred of", "The Witnesses murmured reverently:\n\n\n \"We hear the words of the Never-Mistaken Glen-U.\"\n\n\n The high official tucked away the scroll and said blandly:", "\"Like hell you'll receive moneys and goods and such!\" snapped\n Jorgenson. \"Like hell you will!\"\n\n\n The high official literally couldn't believe his ears.", "from his voluminous garments. Jorgenson saw the glint of gold and was\n suspicious at once. The words of a current Grand Panjandrum were always", "Jorgenson had fumed—but not as a business man—when the transfer took\n place. But Ganti had been conditioned to believe that when a governor", "past Grand Panjandrums had spoken highly of the trading post. Jorgenson\n shouldn't have much to worry about. He waited. He thought of Ganti. He\n scowled." ], [ "\"On this day,\" intoned the high official, while the Witnesses\n listened reverently, \"on this day did Glen-U the Never-Mistaken, as", "all the Thrid—and when Jorgenson finished his breakfast a high Thrid\n official waited in the trading-post compound. Around him clustered\n other Thrid, wearing the formal headgear that said they were Witnesses", "The Witnesses murmured reverently:\n\n\n \"We hear the words of the Never-Mistaken Glen-U.\"\n\n\n The high official tucked away the scroll and said blandly:", "The high official unrolled the scroll. The Thrid around him, wearing\n Witness hats, became utterly silent. The high official made a sound\n equivalent to clearing his throat. The stillness became death-like.", "So Thrid younglings were trained not to think; not to have any opinion\n about anything; only to repeat what nobody questioned; only to do what", "\"But he's still wrong. No rational being is supposed ever to see me\n face to face. But you do.\"", "\"Somebody dug it out,\" said Ganti without resentment. \"To keep busy.\n Maybe one prisoner only began it. A later one saw it started and worked", "have been his predecessors throughout the ages;—on this day did the\n Never-Mistaken Glen-U speak and say and observe a truth in the presence\n of the governors and the rulers of the universe.\"", "on it to keep busy. Then others in their turn. It took a good many\n lives to make this cave.\"", "Witnesses, some even losing their headgear in their haste to get away.\nJorgenson stamped into the trading-post building. His eyes were stormy\n and his jaw was set.", "Now it was evidently to be arranged that he would never again be seen\n face to face by a rational being. The Grand Panjandrum had won the", "\"This is a prison,\" Ganti explained matter-of-factly. \"They let me\n down here and dropped food and water for a week. They went away. I", "creature could believe him mistaken. He declared you insane, and he\n cannot be wrong. So soon you will arrive where you are to be confined\n and no rational being will ever see you face to face.\"", "The copter came and dropped food and water. When it left, they\n practiced. When it came again they were not practicing, but when it", "him, a rope went around his waist, a loading-bay opened and he found\n himself lifted and lowered through it.\nHe dangled in midair, a couple of hundred feet above an utterly barren", "Jorgenson dozed lightly. Then more heavily. Then more heavily still.\n The night was not two hours old when the warning sirens made a terrific", "\"The great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U,\" intoned the official again,\n \"in the presence of the governors and the rulers of the universe, did", "Then he felt the bounds about his arms and legs being removed. Then a\n Thrid voice—amazingly, a familiar Thrid voice—said:\n\n\n \"This is not good, Jorgenson. Who did you contradict?\"", "\"You declared the great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U mistaken. This could\n not be. It proved you either a criminal or insane, because no rational", "The high official looked at him in utter stupefaction. Nobody\n contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long" ], [ "Jorgenson had fumed—but not as a business man—when the transfer took\n place. But Ganti had been conditioned to believe that when a governor", "Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made\n an angry, dogged resolution to do something permanent to make matters\n better. For the Thrid themselves. Here he thought not as a business", "Jorgenson laid the matter indignantly before him, repeating the exact\n phrases that said the trading company wanted—wanted!—practically to", "of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of\n course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have", "walked.\nIf Jorgenson had been only a businessman, it would have had no\n particular meaning. But he was also a person, filled with hatred of", "The real trouble was that Jorgenson saw things as a business man does.\n But also, and contradictorily, he saw them as right and just, or as", "to face by any rational being.\"\nThe high official rolled up the scroll, while Jorgenson exploded inside.\nA part of this was reaction as a business man. A part was recognition", "Witnesses, some even losing their headgear in their haste to get away.\nJorgenson stamped into the trading-post building. His eyes were stormy\n and his jaw was set.", "Jorgenson ground his teeth a second time.\n\n\n \"And just because they'd contradicted somebody who couldn't be wrong!\n Or because they had a business an official wanted!\"", "His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make\n his situation clear. He told Ganti of the Grand Panjandrum's move to", "Jorgenson glowered. That was his reaction as a person. Then he gestured\n to the cave around him. There was a pile of dried-out seaweed for\n sleeping purposes.\n\n\n \"And this?\"", "Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said\n succinctly:\n\n\n \"Like hell you will!\"", "\"How'd this happen?\" demanded Jorgenson the business man.", "The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business\n man, and for whose disaster he had felt indignation as something else.\n He loosened the last of Jorgenson's bonds and helped him sit up.", "Jorgenson went out, scowling, and exchanged the customary ceremonial\n greetings. Then the high official beamed at him and extracted a scroll", "and Thrid. He knew a great many. The soft throbbing of the steam-driven\n rotors went on, and Jorgenson swore both as a business man and a\n humanitarian. Both were frustrated.", "gave the loot back. Then the trading could resume. But Jorgenson didn't\n feel only like a business man this morning. He thought of Ganti, who", "Jorgenson glared around. The island was roughly one hundred feet by\n two. It was twisted, curdled yellow stone from one end to the other.", "When Jorgenson opened a door to kick him out of it, the whole staff of\n the trading-post plunged after him. They'd been eavesdropping and they\n fled in pure horror.", "past Grand Panjandrums had spoken highly of the trading post. Jorgenson\n shouldn't have much to worry about. He waited. He thought of Ganti. He\n scowled." ], [ "So Thrid younglings were trained not to think; not to have any opinion\n about anything; only to repeat what nobody questioned; only to do what", "thing, it was true! It had to be! He'd said it! And this was the\n fundamental fact in the culture of the Thrid.", "was even more intelligent. If an ordinary Thrid challenged a local\n governor's least and lightest remark—why—he must be either a criminal\n or insane. The local governor decided—correctly, of course—which", "He was calm about it. Only a Thrid would have been so calm. But they've\n had at least hundreds of generations in which to get used to injustice.\n He accepted it. But Jorgenson frowned.", "Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their\n convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and", "In theory, no Thrid should ever make a mistake, because he belonged\n to the most intelligent race in the universe. But a local governor", "and a—call it—theology it wasn't his business to change. True, the\n Thrid way of life was appalling, and what had happened to Ganti was", "probably typical. But it wasn't Jorgenson's affair. He'd been unwise to\n let it disturb him. If the Thrid wanted things this way, it was their\n privilege.", "of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of\n course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have", "himself for staying on Thriddar after he became indignant with the way\n the planet was governed. It was very foolish. But much more often he\n felt such hatred of the manners and customs of the Thrid—which had", "The high official looked at him in utter stupefaction. Nobody\n contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long", "Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life.\nThere'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He", "ago that they were the most intelligent race in the universe. Since\n that was so, obviously they must have the most perfect government.\n But no government could be perfect if its officials made mistakes. So", "Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate\n crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart.\n Presently he grasped it. He said:", "Thriddar. Most of them wanted to use missile weapons—which the Thrid\n did not use—to change the local social system. Most humans got off\n Thriddar—fast! And boiling mad.", "The high official unrolled the scroll. The Thrid around him, wearing\n Witness hats, became utterly silent. The high official made a sound\n equivalent to clearing his throat. The stillness became death-like.", "all the Thrid—and when Jorgenson finished his breakfast a high Thrid\n official waited in the trading-post compound. Around him clustered\n other Thrid, wearing the formal headgear that said they were Witnesses", "no Thrid official ever made a mistake. In particular the great and\n Never-Mistaken Glen-U could not conceivably blunder! When he said a", "\"This,\" he raged, \"this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary\n Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's\n nobody who can't be wrong!\"", "humans simply couldn't accept—even though it applied only to Thrid.\n The ordinary Thrid, with whom Jorgenson did business, weren't bad" ], [ "In theory, no Thrid should ever make a mistake, because he belonged\n to the most intelligent race in the universe. But a local governor", "was even more intelligent. If an ordinary Thrid challenged a local\n governor's least and lightest remark—why—he must be either a criminal\n or insane. The local governor decided—correctly, of course—which", "worse than that. He couldn't make a mistake. Whatever he said had to\n be true, because he said it, and sometimes it had drastic results. But", "ago that they were the most intelligent race in the universe. Since\n that was so, obviously they must have the most perfect government.\n But no government could be perfect if its officials made mistakes. So", "\"The great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U,\" intoned the official again,\n \"in the presence of the governors and the rulers of the universe, did", "have been his predecessors throughout the ages;—on this day did the\n Never-Mistaken Glen-U speak and say and observe a truth in the presence\n of the governors and the rulers of the universe.\"", "\"On this day,\" intoned the high official, while the Witnesses\n listened reverently, \"on this day did Glen-U the Never-Mistaken, as", "no Thrid official ever made a mistake. In particular the great and\n Never-Mistaken Glen-U could not conceivably blunder! When he said a", "\"You declared the great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U mistaken. This could\n not be. It proved you either a criminal or insane, because no rational", "Then he knew what had happened. He'd committed The unthinkable\n crime—or lunacy—of declaring the Grand Panjandrum mistaken. So by the", "Jorgenson reflected sourly that the governors and the rulers of the\n universe were whoever happened to be within hearing of the Grand", "The Witnesses murmured reverently:\n\n\n \"We hear the words of the Never-Mistaken Glen-U.\"\n\n\n The high official tucked away the scroll and said blandly:", "nothing. There was no penalty for anything but making mistakes or\n differing from officials who could not make mistakes.", "give itself to the Never-Mistaken Glen-U, who was the Grand Panjandrum\n of Thriddar. He waited to be told that it couldn't have happened; that", "\"But I'm crazy,\" said Ganti calmly. \"I tried to kill the governor\n who'd taken my wife. So he said I was crazy and that made it true. So", "conditioning-education of the young members of his race. They learned\n that they must never make a mistake. Never! It did not matter if they\n were unskilled or inefficient. It did not matter if they accomplished", "But the local Thrid governor had spoken and said and observed that\n Ganti's wife wanted to enter his household. He added that Ganti wanted\n to yield her to him.", "It would be a nice situation for Glen-U. He'd have to do something\n about it, and there was nothing he could do. He'd blundered, and it\n would soon be public knowledge.", "\"This,\" he raged, \"this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary\n Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's\n nobody who can't be wrong!\"", "The high official unrolled the scroll. The Thrid around him, wearing\n Witness hats, became utterly silent. The high official made a sound\n equivalent to clearing his throat. The stillness became death-like." ], [ "thing, it was true! It had to be! He'd said it! And this was the\n fundamental fact in the culture of the Thrid.", "So Thrid younglings were trained not to think; not to have any opinion\n about anything; only to repeat what nobody questioned; only to do what", "There was an idiom in Thrid speech that had exactly the meaning of the\n human phrase. Jorgenson used it.", "and a—call it—theology it wasn't his business to change. True, the\n Thrid way of life was appalling, and what had happened to Ganti was", "Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their\n convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and", "He was calm about it. Only a Thrid would have been so calm. But they've\n had at least hundreds of generations in which to get used to injustice.\n He accepted it. But Jorgenson frowned.", "Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate\n crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart.\n Presently he grasped it. He said:", "\"This,\" he raged, \"this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary\n Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's\n nobody who can't be wrong!\"", "He reflected with grim pleasure that the Grand Panjandrum would soon\n be in the position of a Thrid whom everybody knew was mistaken. With", "The high official looked at him in utter stupefaction. Nobody\n contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long", "Jorgenson changed from human-speech profanity to Thrid. He directed\n his words to the unseen creature who'd spoken. That Thrid listened,\n apparently without emotion. When Jorgenson ran out of breath, the voice\n said severely:", "no Thrid official ever made a mistake. In particular the great and\n Never-Mistaken Glen-U could not conceivably blunder! When he said a", "was even more intelligent. If an ordinary Thrid challenged a local\n governor's least and lightest remark—why—he must be either a criminal\n or insane. The local governor decided—correctly, of course—which", "all the Thrid—and when Jorgenson finished his breakfast a high Thrid\n official waited in the trading-post compound. Around him clustered\n other Thrid, wearing the formal headgear that said they were Witnesses", "not\nwant to give him anything! What he has\n said is not true!\" This was the equivalent of treason, blasphemy and", "give itself to the Never-Mistaken Glen-U, who was the Grand Panjandrum\n of Thriddar. He waited to be told that it couldn't have happened; that", "Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life.\nThere'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He", "of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of\n course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have", "In theory, no Thrid should ever make a mistake, because he belonged\n to the most intelligent race in the universe. But a local governor", "\"But I'm crazy,\" said Ganti calmly. \"I tried to kill the governor\n who'd taken my wife. So he said I was crazy and that made it true. So" ], [ "Ganti and countless others had been victims of capricious tyranny....\n And Jorgenson was slated to vanish from sight and never again be\n seen.... It definitely called for strong measures!", "The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business\n man, and for whose disaster he had felt indignation as something else.\n He loosened the last of Jorgenson's bonds and helped him sit up.", "Jorgenson had fumed—but not as a business man—when the transfer took\n place. But Ganti had been conditioned to believe that when a governor", "His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make\n his situation clear. He told Ganti of the Grand Panjandrum's move to", "gave the loot back. Then the trading could resume. But Jorgenson didn't\n feel only like a business man this morning. He thought of Ganti, who", "Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life.\nThere'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He", "That, of course, did not seem either to him or Jorgenson a reason to\n hesitate to try what Jorgenson had planned.", "is impossible, even when they talk about escape. They could have been\n discussing a matter that would not affect either of them. But Jorgenson\n quivered inside. He hoped.", "business would be decreased. There could be no human-Thrid friction.\n Jorgenson had been training Ganti for this work.", "Jorgenson realized that they talked oddly. They spoke with leisurely\n lack of haste, with the lack of hope normal to prisoners to whom escape", "Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said\n succinctly:\n\n\n \"Like hell you will!\"", "\"We can make it land,\" said Jorgenson. Thrid weren't allowed to make\n mistakes; he could make it a mistake not to land.\n\n\n \"The crew is armed,\" said Ganti. \"There are three of them.\"", "\"On what? In what?\" demanded Ganti.\n\n\n \"In the helicopter that feeds us,\" said Jorgenson.\n\n\n \"It never lands,\" said Ganti practically.", "Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate\n crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart.\n Presently he grasped it. He said:", "of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of\n course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have", "past Grand Panjandrums had spoken highly of the trading post. Jorgenson\n shouldn't have much to worry about. He waited. He thought of Ganti. He\n scowled.", "But by sunset he'd worked it out. While they watched Thrid's red sun\n sink below the horizon, Jorgenson said thoughtfully:\n\n\n \"There is a way to escape, Ganti.\"", "Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their\n convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and", "When the copter went away Jorgenson and Ganti went briskly back to\n their practicing.", "It was not wise to be moved by such sympathetic feelings. The Grand\n Panjandrum could not be mistaken. It was definitely unwise to\n contradict him. It could even be dangerous. Jorgenson was in a nasty\n spot." ], [ "Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their\n convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and", "of all the intolerable things that the Thrid took as a matter of\n course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have", "He was calm about it. Only a Thrid would have been so calm. But they've\n had at least hundreds of generations in which to get used to injustice.\n He accepted it. But Jorgenson frowned.", "Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made\n an angry, dogged resolution to do something permanent to make matters\n better. For the Thrid themselves. Here he thought not as a business", "There was an idiom in Thrid speech that had exactly the meaning of the\n human phrase. Jorgenson used it.", "The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business\n man, and for whose disaster he had felt indignation as something else.\n He loosened the last of Jorgenson's bonds and helped him sit up.", "Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life.\nThere'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He", "and Thrid. He knew a great many. The soft throbbing of the steam-driven\n rotors went on, and Jorgenson swore both as a business man and a\n humanitarian. Both were frustrated.", "Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate\n crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart.\n Presently he grasped it. He said:", "The real trouble was that Jorgenson saw things as a business man does.\n But also, and contradictorily, he saw them as right and just, or as", "probably typical. But it wasn't Jorgenson's affair. He'd been unwise to\n let it disturb him. If the Thrid wanted things this way, it was their\n privilege.", "The theologian put up feebly protesting, human-like hands. He begged\n hysterically to be allowed to go home before Jorgenson vanished, with\n unknown consequences for any Thrid who might be nearby.", "humans simply couldn't accept—even though it applied only to Thrid.\n The ordinary Thrid, with whom Jorgenson did business, weren't bad", "Jorgenson changed from human-speech profanity to Thrid. He directed\n his words to the unseen creature who'd spoken. That Thrid listened,\n apparently without emotion. When Jorgenson ran out of breath, the voice\n said severely:", "Then he felt the bounds about his arms and legs being removed. Then a\n Thrid voice—amazingly, a familiar Thrid voice—said:\n\n\n \"This is not good, Jorgenson. Who did you contradict?\"", "all the Thrid—and when Jorgenson finished his breakfast a high Thrid\n official waited in the trading-post compound. Around him clustered\n other Thrid, wearing the formal headgear that said they were Witnesses", "Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said\n succinctly:\n\n\n \"Like hell you will!\"", "That, of course, did not seem either to him or Jorgenson a reason to\n hesitate to try what Jorgenson had planned.", "\"He also said,\" said Jorgenson irritably, \"that I'm to vanish and\n nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being. How does that\n happen? Do I get speared?\"", "Then he saw a figure on the island. It was a Thrid stripped of all\n clothing like Jorgenson and darkened by the sun. That figure came" ] ]

[ "What is the relationship between Kerry Blane and Splinter Wood?", "Why doesn't Kerry Blane take the pills that Splinter offers him?", "Why does Kerry Blane leave retirement?", "Which is not a symptom of the space bends?", "How does Splinter Wood view Kerry Blane?", "How does Kerry Blane's experience help the two men on their mission?", "What is the main goal of their trip to Venus?", "Why does their spacecraft crash?", "What is Blane's reaction to the crash?", "Why don't the Zelta guns work?" ]

[ [ "Blane is Splinter's colleague", "Blane is Splinter's mentor", "Blane is Splinter's brother", "Blane is Splinter's father" ], [ "He thinks Splinter is trying to poison him", "He thinks he doesn't need the pills because he never took them when he was younger", "He thinks the pills are only for new pilots", "He thinks the pills do more harm than good" ], [ "He runs out of money in his pension", "Splinter Wood asks for him to be his mentor", "He misses flying spacecraft too much to quit", "He is called back to fly spacecraft because he is one of the best pilots" ], [ "A horrible headache", "Muscle cramps", "Numbness in the arms and legs", "A bloody nose" ], [ "He admires Blane but also views him as a friend", "He is angry at Blane for being stuck in his ways", "He is afraid of Blane", "He hates Blane for stealing his spotlight" ], [ "He knows Venus has light underneath the surface", "He is able to help them avoid the space bends without taking pills", "He knows how to communicate with the protoplasm they are supposed to kill", "He knows that solar charged weapons will not work on Venus" ], [ "To find the turtle that lives in Venus's ocean", "To bring home samples of the glowing marine worms", "To exterminate a particular protoplasm that killed another human ", "To observe the interactions between the sea creatures on Venus" ], [ "Wood makes a mistake and pulls the wrong switch", "The ship crashes because it runs on solar power and there is no sunlight on Venus", "A capsule gets stuck in the controls, causing them to stop working", "Blane loses control of the craft due to the arthritis in his fingers" ], [ "He has an outburst of anger but then becomes cheerful", "He is so injured that he does not realize what has happened", "He is furious with Splinter and refuses to speak to him after it", "He is completely calm and tells Splinter not to worry" ], [ "They are powered by the sun, which is not visible on Venus", "They were never loaded with ammunition", "They are defective models", "They were broken in the crash" ] ]

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[ [ "Splinter Wood watched him with awe in his eyes, seeing for the first\n time the incredible instinct that had made Kerry Blane the idol of a", "It was there that he had met and liked the ungainly Splinter Wood.\n There was something in the boy that had found a kindred spirit in Kerry", "They laughed then, Old Kerry Blane and young Splinter Wood, and\n the warmth of their friendship was a tangible thing in the small\n control-room of the cruiser.", "Splinter flushed, seemed to be fumbling for words. After a bit, Kerry\n Blane grinned.", "relief on Kerry Blane's forehead, but he made no sound. At last,\n Splinter finished, tucked the supplies away.", "\"Splinter\" Wood grinned.\n\n\n \"Seems to me, Kerry,\" he remarked humorously, \"that you don't like much\n of anything!\"", "\"Cheer up, lad,\" Kerry Blane said finally. \"I think you'll find plenty\n to occupy your time shortly.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe?\" Splinter said gloomily.", "Kerry Blane strode forward, puzzlement on his lined face, his hand\n out-stretched toward the defective weapon. Splinter gaped at the gun in\n his hands, held it out wordlessly.", "Kerry Blane exploded, words spewing volcanically forth. Splinter\n relaxed, his booted foot beating out a dull rhythm to the colorful", "Kerry Blane heard Splinter's instant sigh of unbelief.\n\n\n \"Good Lord!\" Splinter said, \"What—\"", "\"How big do you feel now?\" Kerry Blane asked quietly.\n\n\n Splinter Wood was silent, awed by the beauty and the tremendous size of\n the growths on the water world.", "Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic\n tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached", "\"Brrrr!\" Splinter shivered in sudden horror.\n\n\n Kerry Blane chuckled dryly. \"Feel like going for a swim?\" he asked\n conversationally.", "Splinters shivered slightly. \"Do you think we'll find it?\" he asked.\n\n\n Kerry Blane nodded. \"I think it will find us; after all, it's just an\n animated appetite looking for food.\"", "\"Try the other,\" Kerry Blane said slowly.\n\n\n \"Okay!\"\n\n\n Splinter lifted the second gun, pressed the stud, gazed white-faced at\n his companion.", "Blane and Splinter Wood, their space-ship\n\n wrecked, could not follow orders—their\n\n weapons were useless on the Water-world.", "Kerry Blane smiled grimly. \"I guess I used too broad an interpretation\n of the word,\" he said gently. \"Anyway, one of our main tasks is to\n destroy the thing that killed him.\"", "Kerry Blane choked, tried to turn his head from the water that trickled\n into his face. He opened his eyes, stared blankly, uncomprehendingly\n into the bloody features of the man bending over him.", "\"Seventy-eight!\" he remarked pleasantly.\n\n\n \"Seventy-eight what?\" Kerry Blane asked sullenly, the old twinkle\n beginning to light again deep in his eyes.", "Kerry Blane moved his arm experimentally, felt broken bones grate in\n an exquisite wave of pain. He fought back the nausea, gazed about the\n cabin, realized the ship lay on its side." ], [ "Kerry Blane heard Splinter's instant sigh of unbelief.\n\n\n \"Good Lord!\" Splinter said, \"What—\"", "\"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!\" Splinter reached out lazily, plucked the capsules from\n the air, one by one.\n\n\n Kerry Blane lit one of the five allotted cigarettes of the day.", "\"Cheer up, lad,\" Kerry Blane said finally. \"I think you'll find plenty\n to occupy your time shortly.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe?\" Splinter said gloomily.", "\"Try the other,\" Kerry Blane said slowly.\n\n\n \"Okay!\"\n\n\n Splinter lifted the second gun, pressed the stud, gazed white-faced at\n his companion.", "Kerry Blane strode forward, puzzlement on his lined face, his hand\n out-stretched toward the defective weapon. Splinter gaped at the gun in\n his hands, held it out wordlessly.", "relief on Kerry Blane's forehead, but he made no sound. At last,\n Splinter finished, tucked the supplies away.", "\"Brrrr!\" Splinter shivered in sudden horror.\n\n\n Kerry Blane chuckled dryly. \"Feel like going for a swim?\" he asked\n conversationally.", "Splinter Wood watched him with awe in his eyes, seeing for the first\n time the incredible instinct that had made Kerry Blane the idol of a", "Splinter flushed, seemed to be fumbling for words. After a bit, Kerry\n Blane grinned.", "\"All right, all right!\" Splinter tucked the capsule box back into his\n pocket, grinned mockingly. \"But don't say I didn't warn you. With this", "\"That's the past,\" Splinter said quietly. \"This is the present, and you\n take your pills every day, just as I do—from now on.\"\n\n\n \"All right—and thanks!\"", "\"There's nothing special to see,\" Kerry Blane said shortly. \"As I\n understand it, anyway, this chunk of animated appetite hangs around an", "\"Splinter\" Wood grinned.\n\n\n \"Seems to me, Kerry,\" he remarked humorously, \"that you don't like much\n of anything!\"", "Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic\n tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached", "Kerry Blane choked, tried to turn his head from the water that trickled\n into his face. He opened his eyes, stared blankly, uncomprehendingly\n into the bloody features of the man bending over him.", "Kerry Blane smiled grimly. \"I guess I used too broad an interpretation\n of the word,\" he said gently. \"Anyway, one of our main tasks is to\n destroy the thing that killed him.\"", "Kerry Blane yawned, settled back luxuriously. \"I'll tell you later,\" he", "Kerry Blane made a rich, ripe noise with his mouth.\n\n\n \"Pfuii!\" he said very distinctly.", "Kerry Blane exploded, words spewing volcanically forth. Splinter\n relaxed, his booted foot beating out a dull rhythm to the colorful", "He idly swallowed another vitamin capsule, grinned, when he saw Kerry\n Blane's automatic grimace of distaste. Then he yawned hugely, twisted\n into a comfortable position, dozed sleepily." ], [ "Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic\n tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached", "But even Kerry Blane had to retire eventually.", "Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and\n passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like\n a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great\n space warriors.", "Kerry Blane smiled grimly. \"I guess I used too broad an interpretation\n of the word,\" he said gently. \"Anyway, one of our main tasks is to\n destroy the thing that killed him.\"", "Kerry Blane nodded. \"Yes,\" he agreed, and his voice changed subtly.\n \"Val was a blackguard, a criminal; but he died in the best traditions\n of the service.\" He sighed. \"He never had a chance.\"", "\"Seventy-eight!\" he remarked pleasantly.\n\n\n \"Seventy-eight what?\" Kerry Blane asked sullenly, the old twinkle\n beginning to light again deep in his eyes.", "Kerry Blane nodded, clambered to his feet, favoring his broken arm.\n He leaned over the control panel, inspecting the dials with a worried", "Kerry Blane said absolutely nothing, his breath driven from him by the\n suck of inertia. His hands darted for the controls, seeking to balance", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nOld Kerry Blane exploded.", "Kerry Blane made a rich, ripe noise with his mouth.\n\n\n \"Pfuii!\" he said very distinctly.", "\"Cheer up, lad,\" Kerry Blane said finally. \"I think you'll find plenty\n to occupy your time shortly.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe?\" Splinter said gloomily.", "Kerry Blane yawned, settled back luxuriously. \"I'll tell you later,\" he", "Kerry Blane strode forward, puzzlement on his lined face, his hand\n out-stretched toward the defective weapon. Splinter gaped at the gun in\n his hands, held it out wordlessly.", "\"Orders are orders!\" Kerry Blane shrugged.\nHe swung the cruiser in a wide arc to the north, trebling the flying", "language learned through almost fifty years of spacing. And at last,\n when Kerry Blane had quieted until he but smoldered, he leaned over and\n touched the old spacer on the sleeve.", "Kerry Blane crouched over the control panel, his hands moving deftly,\n his eyes flicking from one instrument to another. Tiny lines of", "Kerry Blane nodded. \"That was merely a pretext to keep foolhardy\n spacemen from losing their lives on the planet. In reality, the", "Kerry Blane walked the length of the cruiser, examining the slight\n damage done by the crash, evaluating the situation with a practiced\n gaze. He nodded slowly, retraced his steps, and stood looking at the\n furrow plowed in the sand.", "He climbed down the ladder, laid the guns aside, then reached up a\n hand to aid Kerry Blane's descent. Kerry Blane came down slowly and\n awkwardly, jumped the last few feet. He felt surprisingly light and\n strong in the lesser gravity.", "Kerry Blane choked, tried to turn his head from the water that trickled\n into his face. He opened his eyes, stared blankly, uncomprehendingly\n into the bloody features of the man bending over him." ], [ "\"Better take one of these,\" he warned. \"You're liable to get the space\n bends at any moment.\"", "to fly a ship, how to cure space bends, how to handle a Zelta ray, or\n how to spit—I'll ask you! Until then, you and your bloody marbles can", "He turned the ship to the North, relaxed a bit on the air bunk. He\n felt tired and worn, his body aching from the space bends of a few\n hours before.", "a few miles below. Gravity was full strength now, and although not as\n great as Earth's, was still strong enough to bring a sense of giddiness\n to the men.", "They could feel the first tug of gravity on their bodies, and through\n the vision port could see the greenish ball that was cloud-covered\n Venus. Excitement lifted their spirits, brought light to their eyes as\n they peered eagerly ahead.", "Then, as though it had never been, the sun disappeared, and there was\n only a gray blankness pressing about the ship. Gone was all sense of\n movement, and the ship seemed to hover in a gray nothingness.", "Kerry Blane grinned, winced when he felt the dull ache in his body.\n\n\n \"I've had the bends before, and lived through them!\" he said, still\n weakly defiant.", "Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and\n passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like\n a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great\n space warriors.", "Splinter shook his head, watched the scene disappear from view to the\n rear of the line of flight, then sank back onto his bunk.\n\n\n \"Not me!\" he said deprecatingly.", "Venus was a fluffy cotton ball hanging motionless in bottomless\n space. Far to the left, Mercury gleamed like a polished diamond in", "bodies twisting involuntarily, as the ship cartwheeled a dozen times in\n a few seconds. Almost instantly, consciousness was battered from them.", "shielded ship, and with no sunlight reaching Venus' surface, you're\n gonna be begging for some of my vitamin, super-concentrated pills\n before we get back to Earth.\"", "\"Damn it!\" he roared. \"I don't like you; and I don't like this ship;\n and I don't like the assignment; and I don't like those infernal pills\n you keep eating; and I—\"", "Splinter rolled his six foot three of lanky body into a more\n comfortable position on the air-bunk. He yawned tremendously, fumbled a\n small box from his shirt pocket, and removed a marble-like capsule.", "He climbed down the ladder, laid the guns aside, then reached up a\n hand to aid Kerry Blane's descent. Kerry Blane came down slowly and\n awkwardly, jumped the last few feet. He felt surprisingly light and\n strong in the lesser gravity.", "The great cottony batts of roiling clouds rushed up to meet the ship,\n bringing the first sense of violent movement in more than a week of\n flying. There was something awesome and breath-taking in the speed with\n which the ship dropped toward the planet.", "His body arced again and again against the restraining straps, and his\n mouth was open in a soundless scream. He sensed dimly that his partner", "Belts parted like rotten string; they were thrown forward with crushing\n force against the control panel. They groped feebly for support, their", "Old Kerry Blane snorted, batted the box aside impatiently, scowled\n moodily at the capsules that bounced for a moment against the pilot\n room's walls before hanging motionless in the air.", "language learned through almost fifty years of spacing. And at last,\n when Kerry Blane had quieted until he but smoldered, he leaned over and\n touched the old spacer on the sleeve." ], [ "Splinter Wood watched him with awe in his eyes, seeing for the first\n time the incredible instinct that had made Kerry Blane the idol of a", "It was there that he had met and liked the ungainly Splinter Wood.\n There was something in the boy that had found a kindred spirit in Kerry", "\"Splinter\" Wood grinned.\n\n\n \"Seems to me, Kerry,\" he remarked humorously, \"that you don't like much\n of anything!\"", "Splinter flushed, seemed to be fumbling for words. After a bit, Kerry\n Blane grinned.", "Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic\n tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached", "\"Cheer up, lad,\" Kerry Blane said finally. \"I think you'll find plenty\n to occupy your time shortly.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe?\" Splinter said gloomily.", "Kerry Blane strode forward, puzzlement on his lined face, his hand\n out-stretched toward the defective weapon. Splinter gaped at the gun in\n his hands, held it out wordlessly.", "They laughed then, Old Kerry Blane and young Splinter Wood, and\n the warmth of their friendship was a tangible thing in the small\n control-room of the cruiser.", "relief on Kerry Blane's forehead, but he made no sound. At last,\n Splinter finished, tucked the supplies away.", "Kerry Blane heard Splinter's instant sigh of unbelief.\n\n\n \"Good Lord!\" Splinter said, \"What—\"", "Kerry Blane exploded, words spewing volcanically forth. Splinter\n relaxed, his booted foot beating out a dull rhythm to the colorful", "\"How big do you feel now?\" Kerry Blane asked quietly.\n\n\n Splinter Wood was silent, awed by the beauty and the tremendous size of\n the growths on the water world.", "Splinters shivered slightly. \"Do you think we'll find it?\" he asked.\n\n\n Kerry Blane nodded. \"I think it will find us; after all, it's just an\n animated appetite looking for food.\"", "\"Brrrr!\" Splinter shivered in sudden horror.\n\n\n Kerry Blane chuckled dryly. \"Feel like going for a swim?\" he asked\n conversationally.", "Kerry Blane smiled grimly. \"I guess I used too broad an interpretation\n of the word,\" he said gently. \"Anyway, one of our main tasks is to\n destroy the thing that killed him.\"", "Kerry Blane nodded. \"Yes,\" he agreed, and his voice changed subtly.\n \"Val was a blackguard, a criminal; but he died in the best traditions\n of the service.\" He sighed. \"He never had a chance.\"", "\"Try the other,\" Kerry Blane said slowly.\n\n\n \"Okay!\"\n\n\n Splinter lifted the second gun, pressed the stud, gazed white-faced at\n his companion.", "Kerry Blane made a rich, ripe noise with his mouth.\n\n\n \"Pfuii!\" he said very distinctly.", "\"Seventy-eight!\" he remarked pleasantly.\n\n\n \"Seventy-eight what?\" Kerry Blane asked sullenly, the old twinkle\n beginning to light again deep in his eyes.", "Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and\n passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like\n a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great\n space warriors." ], [ "Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic\n tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached", "Kerry Blane smiled grimly. \"I guess I used too broad an interpretation\n of the word,\" he said gently. \"Anyway, one of our main tasks is to\n destroy the thing that killed him.\"", "He climbed down the ladder, laid the guns aside, then reached up a\n hand to aid Kerry Blane's descent. Kerry Blane came down slowly and\n awkwardly, jumped the last few feet. He felt surprisingly light and\n strong in the lesser gravity.", "Kerry Blane crouched over the control panel, his hands moving deftly,\n his eyes flicking from one instrument to another. Tiny lines of", "Kerry Blane nodded. \"Yes,\" he agreed, and his voice changed subtly.\n \"Val was a blackguard, a criminal; but he died in the best traditions\n of the service.\" He sighed. \"He never had a chance.\"", "Kerry Blane nodded, clambered to his feet, favoring his broken arm.\n He leaned over the control panel, inspecting the dials with a worried", "He swung lithely from the portal, reached down a hand to help the\n older man. After much puffing and grunting, Kerry Blane managed to", "Kerry Blane moved his arm experimentally, felt broken bones grate in\n an exquisite wave of pain. He fought back the nausea, gazed about the\n cabin, realized the ship lay on its side.", "Kerry Blane made a rich, ripe noise with his mouth.\n\n\n \"Pfuii!\" he said very distinctly.", "Kerry Blane had flown every type of ship that rode in space. In the\n passing years, he had flight-tested almost every new experimental ship,", "Splinter Wood watched him with awe in his eyes, seeing for the first\n time the incredible instinct that had made Kerry Blane the idol of a", "They laughed then, Old Kerry Blane and young Splinter Wood, and\n the warmth of their friendship was a tangible thing in the small\n control-room of the cruiser.", "Kerry Blane set the controls for a shallow glide, his fingers moving\n like a concert pianist's. The cruiser yawed slightly, settled slowly\n in a flat shallow glide.", "Kerry Blane grinned, winced when he felt the dull ache in his body.\n\n\n \"I've had the bends before, and lived through them!\" he said, still\n weakly defiant.", "Kerry Blane strode forward, puzzlement on his lined face, his hand\n out-stretched toward the defective weapon. Splinter gaped at the gun in\n his hands, held it out wordlessly.", "His long hands played over the instrument panel, checking, controlling\n the rocket fire, adjusting delicate instruments to hairline marks.\n Kerry Blane nodded in silent approval.", "Blane's heart, and he had taken the youngster in hand to give him the\n benefits of experience that had become legendary.", "Kerry Blane said absolutely nothing, his breath driven from him by the\n suck of inertia. His hands darted for the controls, seeking to balance", "Kerry Blane spun the ship in a tight circle, sent it flashing to the\n west. His keen eyes lighted, when he finally made out the turtle-like", "Kerry Blane choked, tried to turn his head from the water that trickled\n into his face. He opened his eyes, stared blankly, uncomprehendingly\n into the bloody features of the man bending over him." ], [ "They could feel the first tug of gravity on their bodies, and through\n the vision port could see the greenish ball that was cloud-covered\n Venus. Excitement lifted their spirits, brought light to their eyes as\n they peered eagerly ahead.", "shielded ship, and with no sunlight reaching Venus' surface, you're\n gonna be begging for some of my vitamin, super-concentrated pills\n before we get back to Earth.\"", "Kerry Blane nodded. \"That was merely a pretext to keep foolhardy\n spacemen from losing their lives on the planet. In reality, the", "Splinter turned a wondering face. \"But the official reports say that\n there is no light on Venus,\" he exclaimed. \"That was one of the reasons\n given when exploration was forbidden!\"", "Planet of No-Return\nBy WILBUR S. PEACOCK\nThe orders were explicit: \"Destroy the\n\n 'THING' of Venus.\" But Patrolmen Kerry", "formal education had been fairly well neglected.\nNow, the two of them rode the pounding jets of a DX cruiser, bound\n for Venus to make a personal survey of its floating islands for the", "Venus was a fluffy cotton ball hanging motionless in bottomless\n space. Far to the left, Mercury gleamed like a polished diamond in", "and I most certainly forgot! Solar rays can't penetrate the miles of\n clouds on Venus. Those guns are utterly useless as weapons!\"", "The great cottony batts of roiling clouds rushed up to meet the ship,\n bringing the first sense of violent movement in more than a week of\n flying. There was something awesome and breath-taking in the speed with\n which the ship dropped toward the planet.", "ports. The rockets drummed steadily, holding the ship aloft, dropping\n it slowly toward the planet below. Then the clouds thinned, and,\n incredibly, were permeated with a dim and glowing light. A second", "the water-planet years before. Then, he had been a young and reckless\n firebrand, his fame already spreading, an unquenchable fire of\n adventure flaming in his heart.", "Splinter Wood watched breathlessly from the vision port, his long face\n eager and reckless, his eyes seeking to pierce the clouds that roiled\n and twisted uneasily over the surface of the planet.", "Kerry Blane smiled grimly. \"I guess I used too broad an interpretation\n of the word,\" he said gently. \"Anyway, one of our main tasks is to\n destroy the thing that killed him.\"", "pilots—only more so! And why the hell the chief had to sic you on me,\n on an exploration trip this important—well, I'll never understand.\"", "said, \"I'm going to take a nap and try to ease this bellyache of mine.\n Wake me up so that I can take over, when we land; Venus is a tricky", "\"Damn!\" Kerry Blane swore briefly.\n\n\n There was an instant, terrific explosion of the stern jets, and the\n cruiser hurtled toward the beach like a gravity-crazed comet.", "Blane and Splinter Wood, their space-ship\n\n wrecked, could not follow orders—their\n\n weapons were useless on the Water-world.", "He climbed down the ladder, laid the guns aside, then reached up a\n hand to aid Kerry Blane's descent. Kerry Blane came down slowly and\n awkwardly, jumped the last few feet. He felt surprisingly light and\n strong in the lesser gravity.", "clamber through the port. They stood for a moment in silent wonder,\n staring at the long lazy rollers of milky fluorescence that rolled\n endlessly toward the beach, then turned to gaze at the great fern-like", "a few miles below. Gravity was full strength now, and although not as\n great as Earth's, was still strong enough to bring a sense of giddiness\n to the men." ], [ "\"Those gol-damned pills you been taking caused the crash!\" he roared.\n \"One of them broke and shorted out the control board.\" He scowled at", "Blane and Splinter Wood, their space-ship\n\n wrecked, could not follow orders—their\n\n weapons were useless on the Water-world.", "Kerry Blane nodded. \"That was merely a pretext to keep foolhardy\n spacemen from losing their lives on the planet. In reality, the", "\"Damn!\" Kerry Blane swore briefly.\n\n\n There was an instant, terrific explosion of the stern jets, and the\n cruiser hurtled toward the beach like a gravity-crazed comet.", "They could feel the first tug of gravity on their bodies, and through\n the vision port could see the greenish ball that was cloud-covered\n Venus. Excitement lifted their spirits, brought light to their eyes as\n they peered eagerly ahead.", "The great cottony batts of roiling clouds rushed up to meet the ship,\n bringing the first sense of violent movement in more than a week of\n flying. There was something awesome and breath-taking in the speed with\n which the ship dropped toward the planet.", "He turned back to the controls, flipped a switch, and the cutting of\n the nose rocket dropped the ship in an angling glide toward the clouds", "Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and\n passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like\n a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great\n space warriors.", "the sunlight. Kerry Blane cut the driving rockets, let the cruiser\n sink into a fast gravity-dive, guiding it only now and then by a brief\n flicker of a side jet.", "Kerry Blane set the controls for a shallow glide, his fingers moving\n like a concert pianist's. The cruiser yawed slightly, settled slowly\n in a flat shallow glide.", "the forces that threw the ship about like a toy. He cut all rockets\n with a smashing swoop of his hand, tried to fire the bow rockets. But\n the short had ruined the entire control system.", "With one final, grinding bounce, the cruiser rolled to its side,\n twisted over and over for a hundred yards, then came to a metal-ripping\n stop against a moss-grown boulder at the water's edge.\nIII", "ports. The rockets drummed steadily, holding the ship aloft, dropping\n it slowly toward the planet below. Then the clouds thinned, and,\n incredibly, were permeated with a dim and glowing light. A second", "Splinter nodded, rested his long hands on the controls. The space\n cruiser lifted a bit in a sudden spurt of speed, and the rocket-sound\n was a solid thrum of unleashed power.", "\"Mister Wood,\" he said icily, \"I was flying a space ship while they\n were changing your pants twenty times a day. When I want advice on how", "Kerry Blane walked the length of the cruiser, examining the slight\n damage done by the crash, evaluating the situation with a practiced\n gaze. He nodded slowly, retraced his steps, and stood looking at the\n furrow plowed in the sand.", "Then, as though it had never been, the sun disappeared, and there was\n only a gray blankness pressing about the ship. Gone was all sense of\n movement, and the ship seemed to hover in a gray nothingness.", "Splinter Wood watched breathlessly from the vision port, his long face\n eager and reckless, his eyes seeking to pierce the clouds that roiled\n and twisted uneasily over the surface of the planet.", "Belts parted like rotten string; they were thrown forward with crushing\n force against the control panel. They groped feebly for support, their", "He turned the ship to the North, relaxed a bit on the air bunk. He\n felt tired and worn, his body aching from the space bends of a few\n hours before." ], [ "Kerry Blane moved his arm experimentally, felt broken bones grate in\n an exquisite wave of pain. He fought back the nausea, gazed about the\n cabin, realized the ship lay on its side.", "Kerry Blane walked the length of the cruiser, examining the slight\n damage done by the crash, evaluating the situation with a practiced\n gaze. He nodded slowly, retraced his steps, and stood looking at the\n furrow plowed in the sand.", "Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic\n tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached", "Kerry Blane said absolutely nothing, his breath driven from him by the\n suck of inertia. His hands darted for the controls, seeking to balance", "Kerry Blane nodded, clambered to his feet, favoring his broken arm.\n He leaned over the control panel, inspecting the dials with a worried", "\"Orders are orders!\" Kerry Blane shrugged.\nHe swung the cruiser in a wide arc to the north, trebling the flying", "Kerry Blane scrubbed out his cigarette, scowled bleakly at the\n instrument panel. He sensed the faint thread of fear in the youngster's", "Kerry Blane grinned, winced when he felt the dull ache in his body.\n\n\n \"I've had the bends before, and lived through them!\" he said, still\n weakly defiant.", "\"Maybe I am,\" he said ruefully. \"No man could live through that crash.\"", "Kerry Blane set the controls for a shallow glide, his fingers moving\n like a concert pianist's. The cruiser yawed slightly, settled slowly\n in a flat shallow glide.", "Kerry Blane choked, tried to turn his head from the water that trickled\n into his face. He opened his eyes, stared blankly, uncomprehendingly\n into the bloody features of the man bending over him.", "Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and\n passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like\n a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great\n space warriors.", "\"Damn!\" Kerry Blane swore briefly.\n\n\n There was an instant, terrific explosion of the stern jets, and the\n cruiser hurtled toward the beach like a gravity-crazed comet.", "Kerry Blane smiled grimly. \"I guess I used too broad an interpretation\n of the word,\" he said gently. \"Anyway, one of our main tasks is to\n destroy the thing that killed him.\"", "Kerry Blane chuckled again, swung the cruiser toward the tiny smudge of\n black on the horizon. Glowing water flashed beneath the ship, seeming\n to smooth into a gleaming mirror shot with dancing colors. There was no\n sign of life anywhere.", "Kerry Blane made a rich, ripe noise with his mouth.\n\n\n \"Pfuii!\" he said very distinctly.", "Kerry Blane strode forward, puzzlement on his lined face, his hand\n out-stretched toward the defective weapon. Splinter gaped at the gun in\n his hands, held it out wordlessly.", "Kerry Blane nodded. \"Yes,\" he agreed, and his voice changed subtly.\n \"Val was a blackguard, a criminal; but he died in the best traditions\n of the service.\" He sighed. \"He never had a chance.\"", "Kerry Blane crouched over the control panel, his hands moving deftly,\n his eyes flicking from one instrument to another. Tiny lines of", "relief on Kerry Blane's forehead, but he made no sound. At last,\n Splinter finished, tucked the supplies away." ], [ "Splinter nodded, dropped into the open port. A moment later, he flipped\n a rope ladder outside, where it dangled to the ground, then climbed out\n himself, carrying the two Zelta guns.", "\"Don't get your hopes too high, lad,\" he counseled. \"With those super\n Zelta guns, it won't take ten minutes to wipe out that monster.\"", "\"Let's take a look outside, maybe set up the Zelta guns. Can't tell but\n what that protoplasmic nightmare might take a notion to pay us a visit\n in the near future!\"", "Kerry Blane strode forward, puzzlement on his lined face, his hand\n out-stretched toward the defective weapon. Splinter gaped at the gun in\n his hands, held it out wordlessly.", "\"The crash must have broken something,\" Kerry Blane said slowly.\n\n\n Splinter shook his head. \"There's only one moving part,\" he said, \"and\n that's the force gate on the firing stud.\"", "\"Try the other,\" Kerry Blane said slowly.\n\n\n \"Okay!\"\n\n\n Splinter lifted the second gun, pressed the stud, gazed white-faced at\n his companion.", "His lean fingers tightened unconsciously.\n\n\n \"I'd like nothing better than to turn a Zelta-blaster on that chunk of\n living protoplasm and cremate it.\"", "the forces that threw the ship about like a toy. He cut all rockets\n with a smashing swoop of his hand, tried to fire the bow rockets. But\n the short had ruined the entire control system.", "and I most certainly forgot! Solar rays can't penetrate the miles of\n clouds on Venus. Those guns are utterly useless as weapons!\"", "Blane and Splinter Wood, their space-ship\n\n wrecked, could not follow orders—their\n\n weapons were useless on the Water-world.", "He climbed down the ladder, laid the guns aside, then reached up a\n hand to aid Kerry Blane's descent. Kerry Blane came down slowly and\n awkwardly, jumped the last few feet. He felt surprisingly light and\n strong in the lesser gravity.", "He stood, leaning against the ship, watching as Splinter picked up\n the first gun and leveled it at a gigantic tree. Splinter sighted\n carefully, winked at the older man, then pressed the firing stud.", "Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and\n passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like\n a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great\n space warriors.", "\"It won't work, either,\" he said stupidly. \"I don't get it? The source\n of power is limitless. Solar rays never—\"", "Nothing happened; there was no hissing crackle of released energy.", "Kerry Blane said absolutely nothing, his breath driven from him by the\n suck of inertia. His hands darted for the controls, seeking to balance", "to fly a ship, how to cure space bends, how to handle a Zelta ray, or\n how to spit—I'll ask you! Until then, you and your bloody marbles can", "Kerry Blane smiled grimly. \"I guess I used too broad an interpretation\n of the word,\" he said gently. \"Anyway, one of our main tasks is to\n destroy the thing that killed him.\"", "Old Kerry Blane dropped the first gun to his side, swore harshly.", "\"Damn!\" Kerry Blane swore briefly.\n\n\n There was an instant, terrific explosion of the stern jets, and the\n cruiser hurtled toward the beach like a gravity-crazed comet." ] ]

[ "Is the motive behind the propaganda that Martian Broadcasting uses to control the reddies on Mars similar to the motive behind the mysterious hypnotizing music that the terrestrials keep hearing, and why?", "What was the author's purpose in including the tragic encounter between Jared Haller and Mr. Ranson?", "What would best describe the terrestrials' attitudes towards the reddies on Mars?", "What would be the main reason Mr. Ranson wants to find the creator of the hypnotic music?", "Would Captain Maxwell's attitude toward Mr. Ranson and the murder been different if he had known about the hypnotizing melody, and why?", "What would best describe the setting of the city that Mr. Ranson travelled through to get to the house Elath Taen resided in? ", "What was the author's purpose in describing the feeling the hypnotizing music evoked in such detail every time that it played?", "What would have likely happened with the interaction between Elath Taen and Mr. Ranson at the end of the article if the hypnotizing music had evoked anger instead of sleepiness?", "Given the music described at the end of the article and its comparison to chloroform, what can you infer about the purpose of chloroform?" ]

[ [ "No, because the propaganda that Martian Broadcasting delivers influences destructive behavior among reddies.", "No, because the propaganda delivered by Martian Broadcasting is not delivered in the same form as the hypnotizing music.", "Yes, because it turns out that both the propaganda and the hypnotizing music are created by Martian Broadcasting.", "Yes, because both the propaganda and the hypnotizing music intend to control the thoughts of the reddies/terrestrials." ], [ "To show that Jared Haller and Mr. Ranson had never liked working with each other and had a tense relationship.", "To demonstrate the end to Jared Haller's career.", "To confirm that the hypnotizing melody is what has been causing deaths among the terrestrials.", "To identify exactly who had been creating the hypnotizing melody." ], [ "The terrestrials want to help the reddies claim their own freedom.", "The terrestrials have complete disdain for the reddies and want to completely eradicate them.", "The terrestrials want to help them be successful on Mars, so they provide motivating propaganda for them.", "The terrestrials want to control the reddies so that the terrestrials can stay in control of Mars." ], [ "He wants to learn how to create the music for his own personal gain.", "He wants to prove that he did not intentionally murder Jared Haller.", "He wants to figure out how to overturn a powerful revolt by the reddies.", "The music could wipe out the terrestrials on Mars, so the source must be stopped." ], [ "No, because the murder would not have been excused whether it was intentional or not.", "Yes, because Captain Maxwell currently believes that Mr. Ranson intentionally killed Jared Haller.", "No, because Captain Maxwell would not further investigate the murder regardless of it being intentional or not.", "Yes, because a part of Captain Maxwell was already convinced that Mr. Ranson was wrongfully accused." ], [ "An aging and unkept part of the city. ", "A private yet dangerous part of the city.", "A deserted and decayed part of the city.", "The suburbs of the city." ], [ "To convey the dangerous intent of the music.", "To convey how powerful the music is.", "To help the readers hear the music in their head.", "To convey that the music is too complex to have been created by terrestrials." ], [ "Either Mr. Ranson or Elath Taen would have been harmed or killed.", "Mr. Ranson would have been able to converse more with Elath Taen instead of falling asleep if the music had evoked anger.", "Mr. Ranson would have been able to take Elath Taen back to the headquarters.", "Elath Taen would have been affected more by the anger-evoking music than Mr. Ranson. " ], [ "It is meant to hypnotize someone.", "It is meant to make someone unconscious.", "It is meant to blind a person.", "It is meant to stop someone from speaking." ] ]

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[ [ "who controls propaganda, controls the nation ... or planet. Martian\n Broadcasting was an important factor in controlling the fierce warlike\n little reddies, keeping the terrestial-imposed peace on the red", "Martian war-songs being played and some rabble-rouser yelling 'down\n with the terrestial oppressors' and there'd be a revolution. Millions", "terrestials on Mars, a revival of the ancient glories of the red\n planet. The tales told about him were fabulous; and this was the man\n behind the unholy music!", "propaganda off the air-waves. Except for myself, and half a dozen other\n earthmen in responsible positions, our staff is largely Martian.\n That's in line with our policy of teaching Mars our civilization until", "Broadcasting Company! And I don't have to tell you that whoever\n controls M.B.C. controls Mars! Here's the set-up! Our company, although", "Jared Haller, as head of the state-owned Martian Broadcasting System,\n was next in importance to the august Governor Winship himself. As\n far back as the Hitlerian wars on earth it had been known that he", "Pied Piper of Mars\nBy FREDERIC ARNOLD KUMMER, Jr.\nElath Taen made mad music for the men of Mars.\n\n The red planet lived and would die to the", "\"Sorry.\" Ranson said tightly. \"But it had to be done. There's hell\n loose on Mars, the devil's melody! And it's got to be stopped before it\n turns this planet upside down!\"", "terrestials on Mars! And I'm going to stop it! So long, captain! You\n can try me for murder if you want, after I've done my job here!\"", "on until new men came out from Earth to take our places. But suppose\n during that period with no check on their activities, they started\n to dish out nationalist propaganda? One hour's program, with the old", "\"Mr. Ranson,\" Haller leaned forward, his face a gray grim mask,\n \"someone, something, is working to gain control of the Martian", "\"Outwardly,\" Haller snapped. \"But what do you or any other earthmen\n know about what goes on in their round red heads? And the proof that", "to decadent Mars, the silent little reddies go their devious ways,\n following ancient laws which no amount of terrestial logic can shake.", "Look, Mr. Ranson! There's just one clue to these mysterious deaths!\n And that's the music! In each instance the servants told of hearing,", "little reddies padded, silent, inscrutable, themselves a part of the\n eternal mystery of Mars.", "very faintly, a strange melody. Music that did queer things to them,\n even though they could hear it only vaguely. Music like none they'd", "the hypnotism of sound. Louder and clearer the music sounded, in eerie\n overtones, quavering sobbing minors, fierce reverberating bass. Sharp", "planet. And when Jared Haller sent to Earth for one of the Terrestial\n Intelligence, that silent efficient corps of trouble-shooters,\n something was definitely up.", "upon the eyelids. Audible hypnotism, as potent as some drug. Clearer\n with each second, the melody grew, coming nearer and nearer the\n laboratory.", "\"Quit stalling!\" Ranson snapped. \"Get going! I....\" The words faded on\n the T.I. man's lips. Faintly, in the distance, came the strains of\n soft eerie music!" ], [ "Jared Haller froze, his face gray as lead, his eyes blue horror. Ranson\n was like a man in a trance, bent forward, lips pressed tight until they", "Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of\n self-preservation, Ranson never knew, but he drove at Haller with grim", "Turning, Ranson found himself face to face with Jared Haller. But the\n tall flinty magnate was now another person. Primitive, atavistic rage", "Ranson stepped back into the room, where the still, terrible form of\n Jared Haller lay. Ranson stared at it, as though seeing it for the", "screamed, \"Kill!\" And Jared Haller obeyed. He snatched the flame-gun\n from his pocket, levelled it at Ranson.", "For a long brittle moment Jared Haller stared out at the graceful white\n city, wan in the light of the twin moons. When he turned to face\n Ranson again, his eyes were bleak as a lunar plain.", "pursuit. Like a lean gray shadow Ranson ran, twisting, dodging, among\n the narrow streets, heading toward Haller's house. Mercis was a dream", "\"Mr. Ranson,\" Haller leaned forward, his face a gray grim mask,\n \"someone, something, is working to gain control of the Martian", "\"Yes,\" said Jared Haller. \"I sent for an operator. You got here\n quickly, Mr. Ranson!\"", "Jared Haller nodded. He was a big, rough-featured individual with gray\n leonine hair. A battering-ram of a man, one would think, who hammered", "The end came with startling suddenness. Ranson, twisting his opponent's\n arm back, felt the searing blast of the flame-gun past his hand. Jared", "At the end of an alley where the purple shadows lay like stagnant\n pools, Ranson paused. The alley was a cul-de-sac, which meant that", "\"One thing,\" he said slowly. \"The music.\"\n\n\n \"Music?\" Ranson echoed. \"Look here, Mr. Haller, you....\"", "\"You killed Haller,\" Captain Maxwell said. \"And you blame it on this\n alleged music. I might believe you, Ranson, but how many other people", "to have an operator sent without explanation as to why he was wanted.\n Ranson put it directly. \"Why did you require the help of T.I., Mr.\n Haller?\" he asked.", "The old house was dark, with an air of morbid deadly calm about\n it. Ranson tried the door, found it locked. A quick spurt from his", "\"Yes.\" Ranson nodded sombrely. \"In the struggle. Self-defense. But even\n if it hadn't been self-defense, I probably would have fought with him.", "terrorized expression on his face I've ever seen. Fear, causing the\n heart attack, his doctor said. You begin to see the set-up? Three men,", "And then Steve Ranson went into action. In one blinding burst of\n speed, he lunged across the desk, tore Captain Maxwell's pistol from", "the criminals and outlaws of the solar system. But Haller still hadn't\n told what crime had taken place. This time Ranson applied the spur of\n silence. It worked." ], [ "terrestials on Mars, a revival of the ancient glories of the red\n planet. The tales told about him were fabulous; and this was the man\n behind the unholy music!", "terrestials on Mars! And I'm going to stop it! So long, captain! You\n can try me for murder if you want, after I've done my job here!\"", "little reddies padded, silent, inscrutable, themselves a part of the\n eternal mystery of Mars.", "\"Outwardly,\" Haller snapped. \"But what do you or any other earthmen\n know about what goes on in their round red heads? And the proof that", "to decadent Mars, the silent little reddies go their devious ways,\n following ancient laws which no amount of terrestial logic can shake.", "propaganda off the air-waves. Except for myself, and half a dozen other\n earthmen in responsible positions, our staff is largely Martian.\n That's in line with our policy of teaching Mars our civilization until", "their way along the streets. Mighty-thewed Jovian blasters, languid\n Venusians, boisterous earthmen ... and the little Martians padding\n softly along, wrapped in their loose dust-robes.", "who controls propaganda, controls the nation ... or planet. Martian\n Broadcasting was an important factor in controlling the fierce warlike\n little reddies, keeping the terrestial-imposed peace on the red", "\"But,\" ... Ranson frowned ... \"this is only an interesting supposition.\n The reddies are civilized, peaceful.\"", "Pied Piper of Mars\nBy FREDERIC ARNOLD KUMMER, Jr.\nElath Taen made mad music for the men of Mars.\n\n The red planet lived and would die to the", "\"Sorry.\" Ranson said tightly. \"But it had to be done. There's hell\n loose on Mars, the devil's melody! And it's got to be stopped before it\n turns this planet upside down!\"", "\"Good evening, Mr. Ranson,\" Elath Taen smiled. \"Had I known T.I.\n men were on Mars I should have taken infinitely more precautions.\n However....\"", "Martian war-songs being played and some rabble-rouser yelling 'down\n with the terrestial oppressors' and there'd be a revolution. Millions", "of the red planet, and the clean features of an earthman. His eyes,\n behind their glasses, were like green ice, and the hand pouring the\n black fluid did not so much as waver at Ranson's entrance.", "planet. And when Jared Haller sent to Earth for one of the Terrestial\n Intelligence, that silent efficient corps of trouble-shooters,\n something was definitely up.", "\"All right.\" Haller snapped. \"You see the situation. Remove us ... the\n few terrestials at the top of M.B.C ... and Martian staff would carry", "state owned, is largely free from red-tape, so long as we stress the\n good work we terrestials are doing on Mars and keep any revolutionary", "of Mars. Solis, on Venus, is perhaps more beautiful, some cities of\n Earth certainly have more drive and dynamitism, but there is a strange", "A smiling little Martian butler met him in the hall, showed him into\n Haller's study. The head of M.B.C. stood at one end of the big library,", "\"Mr. Ranson,\" Haller leaned forward, his face a gray grim mask,\n \"someone, something, is working to gain control of the Martian" ], [ "Look, Mr. Ranson! There's just one clue to these mysterious deaths!\n And that's the music! In each instance the servants told of hearing,", "Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of\n self-preservation, Ranson never knew, but he drove at Haller with grim", "\"One thing,\" he said slowly. \"The music.\"\n\n\n \"Music?\" Ranson echoed. \"Look here, Mr. Haller, you....\"", "\"You killed Haller,\" Captain Maxwell said. \"And you blame it on this\n alleged music. I might believe you, Ranson, but how many other people", "\"Hold me for trial?\" Ranson leaned forward, his gaunt face intent.\n \"While the real killer, the person playing that music, gets away? Look!", "exquisitely beautiful scenes, of women lovely beyond imagination. All\n of man's hopes, man's dreams, were in that music, and it drew Ranson as", "\"Quit stalling!\" Ranson snapped. \"Get going! I....\" The words faded on\n the T.I. man's lips. Faintly, in the distance, came the strains of\n soft eerie music!", "Suddenly the elfin melody changed. Fierce, harsh, it rose, until Ranson\n felt as though a file were rasping his nerves. He knew that he should", "them, like an undercurrent of madness, ran the macabre melody.\nThere was, there had never been, Ranson knew, any music like this.", "But his words held no force, and Elath Taen was nodding sleepily under\n the influence of the weird dream-music. Ranson knew he should act,", "\"Sorry.\" Ranson said tightly. \"But it had to be done. There's hell\n loose on Mars, the devil's melody! And it's got to be stopped before it\n turns this planet upside down!\"", "the call of the Pied Piper, the chant of the houris in paradise. It\n conjured up pictures in Ranson's mind ... pictures of fairyland, of", "\"No good. Got to work fast.\" Ranson backed toward the door, gun\n in hand. \"Let this mad music go unchecked and it's death to all", "\"Exactly, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen smiled thinly. \"Listen!\"", "keys studding its top. For a long moment Ranson stared at the dark,\n enigmatic girl, watched her hands dance over the keys to produce the", "The old house was dark, with an air of morbid deadly calm about\n it. Ranson tried the door, found it locked. A quick spurt from his", "wild music. Berserk rage sounded in each shivering note and Ranson felt\n an insane desire to run amok. To inflict pain, to see red blood flow,", "Jared Haller froze, his face gray as lead, his eyes blue horror. Ranson\n was like a man in a trance, bent forward, lips pressed tight until they", "\"Well done, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen nodded calmly. \"Had the acid struck\n you, it would have rendered you blind.\"", "\"Mr. Ranson,\" Haller leaned forward, his face a gray grim mask,\n \"someone, something, is working to gain control of the Martian" ], [ "\"You killed Haller,\" Captain Maxwell said. \"And you blame it on this\n alleged music. I might believe you, Ranson, but how many other people", "\"Sorry.\" Captain Maxwell shook his head. \"You know I'd like to, Ranson.\n But this is murder. To let a confessed murderer, even though he is a", "Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of\n self-preservation, Ranson never knew, but he drove at Haller with grim", "Look, Mr. Ranson! There's just one clue to these mysterious deaths!\n And that's the music! In each instance the servants told of hearing,", "them, like an undercurrent of madness, ran the macabre melody.\nThere was, there had never been, Ranson knew, any music like this.", "\"One thing,\" he said slowly. \"The music.\"\n\n\n \"Music?\" Ranson echoed. \"Look here, Mr. Haller, you....\"", "And then Steve Ranson went into action. In one blinding burst of\n speed, he lunged across the desk, tore Captain Maxwell's pistol from", "\"Hold me for trial?\" Ranson leaned forward, his gaunt face intent.\n \"While the real killer, the person playing that music, gets away? Look!", "Neither man moved. Ranson knew all the tricks of visual hypnotism, the\n whirling mirror, the waving hands, the pool of ink ... but this was", "\"You can't get away with this, Ranson!\" Captain Maxwell shook his head.\n \"It'll only make it tougher for you when we nab you again! Be sensible!\n Put down that gun.\"", "But his words held no force, and Elath Taen was nodding sleepily under\n the influence of the weird dream-music. Ranson knew he should act,", "Suddenly the elfin melody changed. Fierce, harsh, it rose, until Ranson\n felt as though a file were rasping his nerves. He knew that he should", "\"Sorry.\" Ranson said tightly. \"But it had to be done. There's hell\n loose on Mars, the devil's melody! And it's got to be stopped before it\n turns this planet upside down!\"", "arcs. Captain Maxwell chewed at his gray mustache,\n staring curiously at Ranson.", "\"Well done, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen nodded calmly. \"Had the acid struck\n you, it would have rendered you blind.\"", "Jared Haller froze, his face gray as lead, his eyes blue horror. Ranson\n was like a man in a trance, bent forward, lips pressed tight until they", "person who had played the mad murder melody had entered that house!\n Might still be there! Quickly he telescoped the \"electric bloodhound,\"\n dropped it into his pocket, and drew his flame-gun.", "danger, he felt, of patrolmen hunting for him at Haller's house.\n The captain had little faith in copybook maxims about the murderer\n returning to the scene of the crime.", "\"Don't know.\" Ranson felt a queer irritation growing within him. He\n strode stiffly to the window, peered out. In the darkness, the broad", "\"Quit stalling!\" Ranson snapped. \"Get going! I....\" The words faded on\n the T.I. man's lips. Faintly, in the distance, came the strains of\n soft eerie music!" ], [ "\"Well done, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen nodded calmly. \"Had the acid struck\n you, it would have rendered you blind.\"", "Ranson gasped. The bizarre figure was that of Dr. Elath Taen,", "The old house was dark, with an air of morbid deadly calm about\n it. Ranson tried the door, found it locked. A quick spurt from his", "\"Exactly, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen smiled thinly. \"Listen!\"", "But his words held no force, and Elath Taen was nodding sleepily under\n the influence of the weird dream-music. Ranson knew he should act,", "Across the laboratory Elath Taen had slumped to the floor, a vague\n smile of triumph on his face. Ranson turned to the direction of", "\"Good evening, Mr. Ranson,\" Elath Taen smiled. \"Had I known T.I.\n men were on Mars I should have taken infinitely more precautions.\n However....\"", "For a long brittle moment Jared Haller stared out at the graceful white\n city, wan in the light of the twin moons. When he turned to face\n Ranson again, his eyes were bleak as a lunar plain.", "At the end of an alley where the purple shadows lay like stagnant\n pools, Ranson paused. The alley was a cul-de-sac, which meant that", "resembled a livid scar. The room was silent as a tomb; outside, they\n could hear the vague rumbling of the city, with the distant swish of", "pursuit. Like a lean gray shadow Ranson ran, twisting, dodging, among\n the narrow streets, heading toward Haller's house. Mercis was a dream", "the walls of which were lined with vivavox rolls and old-fashioned\n books. As Ranson entered, he swung about, frowning, one hand dropping\n to a pocket that bulged unmistakably.", "exquisitely beautiful scenes, of women lovely beyond imagination. All\n of man's hopes, man's dreams, were in that music, and it drew Ranson as", "of machinery, but here in the narrow winding streets there was only the\n faint murmur of voices behind latticed windows, the rustle of the wind,\n the rattle of sand from the red desert beyond the city.", "Taen, the laboratory, all faded into a kaleidoscopic whirl. Ranson felt\n himself falling down into the gray mists, and consciousness disappeared.", "Deeper and deeper Ranson plunged into the dark slums of Mercis. Smoky\n gambling dens, dives full of drunken spacehands and slim red-skinned", "Suddenly the elfin melody changed. Fierce, harsh, it rose, until Ranson\n felt as though a file were rasping his nerves. He knew that he should", "in from the plains of Psidis to engulf Mercis in a red choking haze.\n Ranson passed the conventional electric eye and a polite robot voice\n asked his name. He gave it, and the inner door opened.", "As Ranson plunged further into the old Martian quarter, the trail grew\n more and more confused, crossed by scores of other trails left by", "Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of\n self-preservation, Ranson never knew, but he drove at Haller with grim" ], [ "upon the eyelids. Audible hypnotism, as potent as some drug. Clearer\n with each second, the melody grew, coming nearer and nearer the\n laboratory.", "As he approached the window the melody grew louder. The hypnotism of\n sound, he knew, but he didn't care. It was enthralling, irresistible.", "the hypnotism of sound. Louder and clearer the music sounded, in eerie\n overtones, quavering sobbing minors, fierce reverberating bass. Sharp", "It was the pipes of Pan, the chant of robots, the crying of souls in\n torment. It was a cloudy purple haze that engulfed the mind, it was a", "The music was a caress, soft as a woman's skin. Slow, drowsy, like", "swiftly, while he could; but the movement of a single muscle seemed\n an intolerable effort. His skin felt as though it were being rubbed\n with velvet, a strange purring sensation filled his brain. He tried to", "exquisitely beautiful scenes, of women lovely beyond imagination. All\n of man's hopes, man's dreams, were in that music, and it drew Ranson as", "distorted his features, insane murder lurked in his eyes. The music was\n his master, and it was driving him to frenzy. \"Kill!\" the weird rhythm", "Look, Mr. Ranson! There's just one clue to these mysterious deaths!\n And that's the music! In each instance the servants told of hearing,", "\"One thing,\" he said slowly. \"The music.\"\n\n\n \"Music?\" Ranson echoed. \"Look here, Mr. Haller, you....\"", "very faintly, a strange melody. Music that did queer things to them,\n even though they could hear it only vaguely. Music like none they'd", "At that moment the lethal rhythm outside changed abruptly. From the\n fierce maddening beat of a few minutes before, the chords took on a", "Suddenly the elfin melody changed. Fierce, harsh, it rose, until Ranson\n felt as though a file were rasping his nerves. He knew that he should", "think, to move, but his will seemed in a padded vise. The music was\n dragging him down, down, into the gray mists of oblivion.", "sleep. The music was like chloroform, its notes stroked his brain.\n Through half-shut eyes he saw a door at the rear of the laboratory", "wild music. Berserk rage sounded in each shivering note and Ranson felt\n an insane desire to run amok. To inflict pain, to see red blood flow,", "That music was madness, I tell you! Madness! Nobody's responsible when\n under its influence! I....\"", "the hum of bees on a hot summer's afternoon. Soothing, soporific, in\n dreamy, crooning chords. A lullaby, that seemed to hang lead weights", "Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of\n self-preservation, Ranson never knew, but he drove at Haller with grim", "But his words held no force, and Elath Taen was nodding sleepily under\n the influence of the weird dream-music. Ranson knew he should act," ], [ "But his words held no force, and Elath Taen was nodding sleepily under\n the influence of the weird dream-music. Ranson knew he should act,", "\"Well done, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen nodded calmly. \"Had the acid struck\n you, it would have rendered you blind.\"", "\"Exactly, Mr. Ranson.\" Elath Taen smiled thinly. \"Listen!\"", "Suddenly the elfin melody changed. Fierce, harsh, it rose, until Ranson\n felt as though a file were rasping his nerves. He knew that he should", "Whether it was the deadly melody outside, or the instinct of\n self-preservation, Ranson never knew, but he drove at Haller with grim", "Across the laboratory Elath Taen had slumped to the floor, a vague\n smile of triumph on his face. Ranson turned to the direction of", "\"Good evening, Mr. Ranson,\" Elath Taen smiled. \"Had I known T.I.\n men were on Mars I should have taken infinitely more precautions.\n However....\"", "Ranson gasped. The bizarre figure was that of Dr. Elath Taen,", "wild music. Berserk rage sounded in each shivering note and Ranson felt\n an insane desire to run amok. To inflict pain, to see red blood flow,", "Taen, the laboratory, all faded into a kaleidoscopic whirl. Ranson felt\n himself falling down into the gray mists, and consciousness disappeared.", "distorted his features, insane murder lurked in his eyes. The music was\n his master, and it was driving him to frenzy. \"Kill!\" the weird rhythm", "\"One thing,\" he said slowly. \"The music.\"\n\n\n \"Music?\" Ranson echoed. \"Look here, Mr. Haller, you....\"", "\"Quit stalling!\" Ranson snapped. \"Get going! I....\" The words faded on\n the T.I. man's lips. Faintly, in the distance, came the strains of\n soft eerie music!", "Look, Mr. Ranson! There's just one clue to these mysterious deaths!\n And that's the music! In each instance the servants told of hearing,", "Jared Haller froze, his face gray as lead, his eyes blue horror. Ranson\n was like a man in a trance, bent forward, lips pressed tight until they", "\"You killed Haller,\" Captain Maxwell said. \"And you blame it on this\n alleged music. I might believe you, Ranson, but how many other people", "\"Yes.\" Ranson nodded sombrely. \"In the struggle. Self-defense. But even\n if it hadn't been self-defense, I probably would have fought with him.", "Neither man moved. Ranson knew all the tricks of visual hypnotism, the\n whirling mirror, the waving hands, the pool of ink ... but this was", "\"No good. Got to work fast.\" Ranson backed toward the door, gun\n in hand. \"Let this mad music go unchecked and it's death to all", "upon the eyelids. Audible hypnotism, as potent as some drug. Clearer\n with each second, the melody grew, coming nearer and nearer the\n laboratory." ], [ "sleep. The music was like chloroform, its notes stroked his brain.\n Through half-shut eyes he saw a door at the rear of the laboratory", "upon the eyelids. Audible hypnotism, as potent as some drug. Clearer\n with each second, the melody grew, coming nearer and nearer the\n laboratory.", "It was the pipes of Pan, the chant of robots, the crying of souls in\n torment. It was a cloudy purple haze that engulfed the mind, it was a", "the hum of bees on a hot summer's afternoon. Soothing, soporific, in\n dreamy, crooning chords. A lullaby, that seemed to hang lead weights", "Look, Mr. Ranson! There's just one clue to these mysterious deaths!\n And that's the music! In each instance the servants told of hearing,", "the hypnotism of sound. Louder and clearer the music sounded, in eerie\n overtones, quavering sobbing minors, fierce reverberating bass. Sharp", "swiftly, while he could; but the movement of a single muscle seemed\n an intolerable effort. His skin felt as though it were being rubbed\n with velvet, a strange purring sensation filled his brain. He tried to", "The music was a caress, soft as a woman's skin. Slow, drowsy, like", "toward the source of the music, like a man drugged.", "think, to move, but his will seemed in a padded vise. The music was\n dragging him down, down, into the gray mists of oblivion.", "the music, tried to raise his gun, but the weapon slipped from his\n fingers, he fell to his knees. Sleep ... that was all that mattered ...", "very faintly, a strange melody. Music that did queer things to them,\n even though they could hear it only vaguely. Music like none they'd", "distorted his features, insane murder lurked in his eyes. The music was\n his master, and it was driving him to frenzy. \"Kill!\" the weird rhythm", "in a mad dance of death as the macabre music distilled deadly poison\n within their brains.", "\"One thing,\" he said slowly. \"The music.\"\n\n\n \"Music?\" Ranson echoed. \"Look here, Mr. Haller, you....\"", "exquisitely beautiful scenes, of women lovely beyond imagination. All\n of man's hopes, man's dreams, were in that music, and it drew Ranson as", "At that moment the lethal rhythm outside changed abruptly. From the\n fierce maddening beat of a few minutes before, the chords took on a", "the unknown musician had stood, eyes on the gauges. Molecules of\n matter, left by the mysterious serenader, were sucked up the tube,\n registered on a sensitive plate, just as delicate color shades register", "As he approached the window the melody grew louder. The hypnotism of\n sound, he knew, but he didn't care. It was enthralling, irresistible.", "But his words held no force, and Elath Taen was nodding sleepily under\n the influence of the weird dream-music. Ranson knew he should act," ] ]

[ "What would best describe Asa and Dorr's relationship?", "How would Asa's decision on where to become a changeling been affected if the pay range to work as a muck man on Jordan's Planet was not as high as it was originally listed in the article?", "What was the advantage of muck men being shaped like frogs?", "What can you infer about the living conditions on Jordan's Planet?", "What were the consequences of Asa meeting Kershaw and Furston?", "What would best describe Harriet's attitude towards Dorr?", "What would have been the consequence if Harriet did not come back for Asa with the helicopter?", "Why would a company think it is a logical idea to let prisoners work as muck men on Jordan's Planet?", "What would best describe Asa's motive for working as a muck man?" ]

[ [ "They dislike each other because they are in a struggle for dominance over Slider egg supply and the Hazeltyne company.", "Asa is afraid of Dorr, especially after being framed.", "They have disdain for each other considering that Dorr is the reason behind why Asa was influenced to live on the treacherous Jordan's Planet.", "They are largely unfamilar with each other, despite the minor disputes they have had." ], [ "He would have opted to spend the five years in prison instead because a low pay rate would not justify the dangers of working on Jordan's Planet.", "Asa would have become a muck man anyways because that was his original intention.", "He would have chosen to become a changeling at another place with higher pay.", "Asa would have still opted to become a muck man, but he would have largely been dissapointed with the low pay rate." ], [ "A frog-shaped body warded off Sliders.", "A frog-shaped body helped better cross the terrain on Jordan's Planet.", "A frog-shaped body would ensure prisoners could not leave Jordan's Planet.", "The frog body would be so grotesque that it would make it nearly impossible for prisoners to finish their sentence." ], [ "Only a human that has a frog-like body can survive the terrain.", "It is a dangerous land, but only at night.", "It is similar to Earth because humans and Earth-like animals can live on it.", "Completely inhospitable for human life without proper interventions." ], [ "Furston saved Kershaw and Asa's life after running into the Slider.", "Kershaw and Furston taught Asa how to deal with Dorr and his devious tactics. ", "Kershaw and Furston discouraged Asa's hopes of being a successful muck man.", "Kershaw and Furston were essential in helping Asa assimilate to his job as a muck man." ], [ "She believes he is not competent to run the Hazeltyne company.", "She is saddened by the way he treats the muck men.", "She gets periodically frustrated with his mannerisms.", "She fears Dorr because he is very powerful over the Hazeltyne company." ], [ "Asa would have been able to keep the Slider egg for himself.", "He would have not learned why Dorr did not come back with the hellicopter.", "Asa would not have been able to escape the muck by getting onto the hellicopter and returning.", "Asa would have been eaten by a Slider." ], [ "Prisoners are more efficient workers than people who are not in prison.", "It is a very dangerous job that only prisoners would be desperate enough to do to lower their prison sentence.", "It is an appropriate punishment that will balance out the crimes committed by prisoners.", "The Hazeltyne company can only afford to employ prisoners." ], [ "He is motivated by the high pay rate.", "It was his dream to be a muck man.", "He wants to prove he was framed by Dorr.", "He is seeking revenge. " ] ]

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[ [ "The girl's presence merely puzzled Asa, but Dorr's being here worried\n him. Dorr had tried to get rid of him once and was now in an excellent\n position to make the riddance permanent.", "Dorr stared at him with narrowed eyes. Suddenly he smiled in a way that\n worried Asa.", "Tom Dorr, Hazeltyne's general manager, was her escort. Asa felt\n certain, without proof, that Dorr was the man who had framed him for", "Asa didn't hesitate. \"The egg stays with me,\" he said softly.\n\n\n \"You do what I tell you, mucker,\" said Dorr.", "Dorr made no move to help, but the girl reached under Kershaw's\n shoulder and strained to get him in. Once he was inside, Asa saw, the\n cabin was crowded.", "After an hour passed Asa began to worry. He was sure Dorr would return\n for the egg. Finally he realized that Dorr could locate the egg", "\"Maybe that guy Dorr brought her along to show her what a big wheel\n he is,\" said one of the others. \"Just hope he doesn't take over the\n operations.\"\nIII", "\"Nope. I want to make sure you come back.\" Asa turned his head to\n Harriet. \"You see, Miss Hazeltyne, I don't trust your friend. You might\n ask him to tell you about it.\"", "old Hazeltyne's daughter Harriet, no doubt come to see justice done.\n She didn't have the hothouse-flower look Asa would have expected in a", "Asa turned without a word and hopped feebly away from Furston. He\n lifted his head to breathe deeply and saw two humans watching him from\n an observation tower on the roof.", "Jumpy, Asa's cellmate, took one look at his face as he was put back\n behind bars.\n\n\n \"Guilty,\" Jumpy said.\n\n\n Asa glared at him.", "ever seen. If Asa had found a means of keeping them alive it would have\n made him wealthy at the expense of the Hazeltyne monopoly.", "While Kershaw grabbed the door frame to help pull himself into the\n helicopter, Asa got under his companion's belly and lifted him by the", "Tom Dorr and Harriet Hazeltyne. The company manager swung the door open\n and leaned out.", "Asa was put through a series of exercises to get him used to his\n distorted body, to teach him how to leap and how to dig. He was shown", "emerged from the neck, but the ears were human ears and the eyes, under\n those horny ridges, were human eyes. Asa felt sure that the eyes could\n still weep.", "lost their bearings, but Dorr would deny him that help.", "Then he smiled in relief, for it was the helicopter, the blessed\n helicopter, coming in over the swamp. But what if it was Dorr, coming", "\"Are you going to have room for me too?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Not this trip,\" Dorr answered. \"Now give me the egg.\"", "\"We're in luck,\" he said as Asa skidded to a stop at his side. \"An egg\n was laid somewhere here within the last week. These places are hard to\n spot when the new weeds start growing.\"" ], [ "The doctor shrugged, as if naturally no one could be expected to\n choose Jordan's Planet. Asa frowned in apparent consideration of the\n alternatives.\n\n\n \"What's the pay range?\" he asked.", "\"Nope,\" Asa said softly. \"I'm going into a conversion tank. I'm going\n to be a muck man, Jumpy. I'm going out to Jordan's Planet and hunt\n Slider eggs.\"", "Nevertheless his time was not wasted. He had as a companion, or\n cellmate, another convict who had elected conversion to muck man. More\n important, his companion had done time on Jordan's Planet before and\n had wanted to return.", "\"Ten dollars a day on Caesar's Moon. Fifteen on New Arcady or Von\n Neumann Two. Twenty-five on Jordan's.\"\n\n\n Asa raised his eyebrows.", "your tolerance for carbon monoxide and make you a bigger and better\n gorilla than the natives. Last, of course, there's always a need for\n muck men on Jordan's Planet.\"", "\"What types of changelings do you have orders for right now, doctor?\"\n Asa asked the man assigned to his case. It would look suspicious if he\n asked for Jordan's Planet without some preliminary questions.", "Asa Graybar kept his normal form on Jordan's Planet just long enough to\n learn the discomfort of double gravity. He was told he needed another", "of Jordan's Planet and turned most of its surface into marsh and mud\n flats. A high wall enclosed the far portion of the courtyard. Ranged\n along the wall were thirty stalls for muck men.", "Unfortunately for planetary development companies, hardly anyone\n wanted to become a changeling. High pay lured few. So a law was passed", "controls than he could inside a pressure suit. On more bizarre planets\n a few light-years away the advantages of changeling bodies were\n greater.", "to Jordan's Planet on a fancy tour. I told him the real reason I was\n here was to check up for my father on the way he was running things and", "ever seen. If Asa had found a means of keeping them alive it would have\n made him wealthy at the expense of the Hazeltyne monopoly.", "before it was thrown away, to make sure it didn't conceal an egg. As he\n worked, Asa kept thinking what an inefficient system it was. Everything\n about the operation was wrong.", "\"Why such a difference? Everyone knows about muck men living in the\n mud while they hunt Slider eggs. But don't your conversions make the\n changeling comfortable in his new environment?\"", "\"The helicopter ought to be here pretty soon,\" Asa said. He looked over\n at the dead Slider and shook his head. \"Tell me, what are the odds on\n getting killed doing this?\"", "His only problem would be staying alive for a year.\nAn interview with a doctor from the Conversion Corps was required\n for all persons who elected changeling status. The law stated that", "Asa didn't hesitate. \"The egg stays with me,\" he said softly.\n\n\n \"You do what I tell you, mucker,\" said Dorr.", "Asa was put through a series of exercises to get him used to his\n distorted body, to teach him how to leap and how to dig. He was shown", "\"Take the five,\" Jumpy advised. \"Learn basket-weaving in a nice\n air-conditioned rehab clinic. A year on a changeling deal will seem a\n lot longer, even if you're lucky enough to live through it.\"", "At supper that night, squatting on the ground beside a low table with\n the dozen other muck men operating from the dome, Asa asked what the\n two were doing out here." ], [ "Everyone had seen pictures of muck men. It was different having one\n stand beside you. Kershaw looked much like an enormous frog except that", "MUCK MAN\nBY FREMONT DODGE\nThe work wasn't hard, but there were some sacrifices.\n\n You had to give up hope and freedom—and being human!", "\"Thanks,\" Kershaw said. \"Muck men stick together. You'll make a good\n one. I wouldn't have had a chance. My leg's busted.\"", "as an ordinary man's legs. The hands had become efficient scoops, with\n broad fingers webbed to the first joint and tipped with spade-like", "From fifty yards across the courtyard a muck man bounded over to them\n in two leaps. Attached to a harness across his shoulders and chest were\n a gun and a long knife.", "\"Why such a difference? Everyone knows about muck men living in the\n mud while they hunt Slider eggs. But don't your conversions make the\n changeling comfortable in his new environment?\"", "his head was still mostly human. He was sitting on webbed feet, his\n lower legs bent double under huge thighs, and his trunk tilted forward\n so that his arms dangled to the ground. The arms were as thick around", "of Jordan's Planet and turned most of its surface into marsh and mud\n flats. A high wall enclosed the far portion of the courtyard. Ranged\n along the wall were thirty stalls for muck men.", "Next morning Furston passed out guns, knives, radios, and pouches to\n carry any eggs the muck men found. He gave each man a compass and\n assigned the sectors to be worked during the day. Finally he called\n Graybar aside.", "\"In case you don't like it here,\" Furston said, \"you can get a week\n knocked off your sentence for every egg you bring in. Now get out there\n and work that muck.\"", "They started at the center of the cleared area, shoveling up great gobs\n of mud with their hands and flinging them out of the clearing. Usually", "\"Nope,\" Asa said softly. \"I'm going into a conversion tank. I'm going\n to be a muck man, Jumpy. I'm going out to Jordan's Planet and hunt\n Slider eggs.\"", "Feet slapping against the mud, they went about five miles from the\n Hazeltyne station, swimming easily across ponds too broad to jump. The", "controls than he could inside a pressure suit. On more bizarre planets\n a few light-years away the advantages of changeling bodies were\n greater.", "At each leap along the trail they peered quickly around. They saw no\n Sliders, but this meant little, for the beasts lived under the mud as\n much as on top of it.", "\"Sure they do,\" said the doctor. \"We can make you think mud feels\n better than chinchilla fur and we can have you jumping like a", "Asa was put through a series of exercises to get him used to his\n distorted body, to teach him how to leap and how to dig. He was shown", "your tolerance for carbon monoxide and make you a bigger and better\n gorilla than the natives. Last, of course, there's always a need for\n muck men on Jordan's Planet.\"", "waist. He hadn't realized before just how strong his new body was.\n Kershaw, as a muck man, would have weighed close to three hundred\n pounds on Earth, close to six hundred here.", "Nevertheless his time was not wasted. He had as a companion, or\n cellmate, another convict who had elected conversion to muck man. More\n important, his companion had done time on Jordan's Planet before and\n had wanted to return." ], [ "of Jordan's Planet and turned most of its surface into marsh and mud\n flats. A high wall enclosed the far portion of the courtyard. Ranged\n along the wall were thirty stalls for muck men.", "your tolerance for carbon monoxide and make you a bigger and better\n gorilla than the natives. Last, of course, there's always a need for\n muck men on Jordan's Planet.\"", "to Jordan's Planet on a fancy tour. I told him the real reason I was\n here was to check up for my father on the way he was running things and", "The doctor shrugged, as if naturally no one could be expected to\n choose Jordan's Planet. Asa frowned in apparent consideration of the\n alternatives.\n\n\n \"What's the pay range?\" he asked.", "Planet, with his physiology adapted to the environment of that wretched\n world, he could study the eggs under conditions no laboratory could\n duplicate. He might even be able to cause trouble for Hazeltyne.", "Asa Graybar kept his normal form on Jordan's Planet just long enough to\n learn the discomfort of double gravity. He was told he needed another", "Nevertheless his time was not wasted. He had as a companion, or\n cellmate, another convict who had elected conversion to muck man. More\n important, his companion had done time on Jordan's Planet before and\n had wanted to return.", "\"Nope,\" Asa said softly. \"I'm going into a conversion tank. I'm going\n to be a muck man, Jumpy. I'm going out to Jordan's Planet and hunt\n Slider eggs.\"", "What was the night like on Jordan's Planet? Maybe Sliders slept at\n night. If he could stay awake, and if he didn't faint from hunger in\n this strange new body, and if the Sliders left him alone....", "\"That's to remind you you're still a man,\" Furston said, grinning.\n \"Everything that grows on this planet is poison. So if you got any", "worlds man had discovered. Even on Mars, the only planet outside Earth\n in the solar system where the human anatomy was remotely suitable, a\n man could work more efficiently with redesigned lungs and temperature", "\"Ten dollars a day on Caesar's Moon. Fifteen on New Arcady or Von\n Neumann Two. Twenty-five on Jordan's.\"\n\n\n Asa raised his eyebrows.", "spaceships nor worked in the dome settlements on harsher worlds, he\n decided it was his imagination. He might have been dead cargo for all\n he learned about space travel.", "like a summer breeze back on Earth. Tiny, slippery creatures skidded\n and splashed out of their way. Finally Kershaw stopped. His experienced", "He leaned forward to fill in the necessary form.\nSince it was cheaper to transport a normal human than to rig special\n environments in a spaceship, every planet operated its own conversion", "\"What types of changelings do you have orders for right now, doctor?\"\n Asa asked the man assigned to his case. It would look suspicious if he\n asked for Jordan's Planet without some preliminary questions.", "controls than he could inside a pressure suit. On more bizarre planets\n a few light-years away the advantages of changeling bodies were\n greater.", "\"Sure they do,\" said the doctor. \"We can make you think mud feels\n better than chinchilla fur and we can have you jumping like a", "\"In case you don't like it here,\" Furston said, \"you can get a week\n knocked off your sentence for every egg you bring in. Now get out there\n and work that muck.\"", "She looked up at the machine-gun on the helicopter.\n\n\n \"They feed at night, you know. And they eat their own kind,\" she said.\n \"The Slider you killed would draw them like ants to jam.\"" ], [ "Furston sent Graybar and Kershaw out together so that the veteran could\n show Asa the ropes. Asa had already learned that the wall around the", "Asa turned without a word and hopped feebly away from Furston. He\n lifted his head to breathe deeply and saw two humans watching him from\n an observation tower on the roof.", "\"Names?\" he growled. He was a foot taller than Graybar and big\n everywhere in proportion.\n\n\n \"Kershaw. I'm back, Furston.\"", "It was not Kershaw's voice, but it had to be Kershaw. Asa opened his\n eyes.", "\"Kershaw!\" he called. \"Where are you?\"\n\n\n \"Over here.\" Kershaw stood briefly above the weeds and fell back again.\n Asa leaped over to him.", "Asa pushed himself upright with one arm and tried a small hop. Nerve\n and muscle coordination was perfect. He found himself leaping as high\n as Kershaw's head.", "Asa hopped back to the clearing. Kershaw must have been bowled over by\n the Slider's first rush, for he was trying to hop on one leg as if the", "While Kershaw grabbed the door frame to help pull himself into the\n helicopter, Asa got under his companion's belly and lifted him by the", "\"I've been meaning to ask you,\" Asa said. \"How do you handle the\n Sliders?\"\n\n\n Kershaw grinned.", "\"Kershaw has a broken leg,\" Asa said. \"I'll help him in and then I'll\n get the egg.\"", "Dorr made no move to help, but the girl reached under Kershaw's\n shoulder and strained to get him in. Once he was inside, Asa saw, the\n cabin was crowded.", "\"I'm Graybar.\"\n\n\n \"Kershaw again? Just start in where you left off, sucker. Come on,\n you.\" He pointed to Asa and leaped to the open portion of the courtyard.", "\"Nope. I want to make sure you come back.\" Asa turned his head to\n Harriet. \"You see, Miss Hazeltyne, I don't trust your friend. You might\n ask him to tell you about it.\"", "Asa was put through a series of exercises to get him used to his\n distorted body, to teach him how to leap and how to dig. He was shown", "Next morning Furston passed out guns, knives, radios, and pouches to\n carry any eggs the muck men found. He gave each man a compass and\n assigned the sectors to be worked during the day. Finally he called\n Graybar aside.", "Jumpy, Asa's cellmate, took one look at his face as he was put back\n behind bars.\n\n\n \"Guilty,\" Jumpy said.\n\n\n Asa glared at him.", "Asa took four steps to the far wall of the cell, stood there briefly\n with his head bent and turned to face Jumpy.", "Everyone had seen pictures of muck men. It was different having one\n stand beside you. Kershaw looked much like an enormous frog except that", "Dorr stared at him with narrowed eyes. Suddenly he smiled in a way that\n worried Asa.", "Tom Dorr, Hazeltyne's general manager, was her escort. Asa felt\n certain, without proof, that Dorr was the man who had framed him for" ], [ "Tom Dorr and Harriet Hazeltyne. The company manager swung the door open\n and leaned out.", "old Hazeltyne's daughter Harriet, no doubt come to see justice done.\n She didn't have the hothouse-flower look Asa would have expected in a", "\"Maybe that guy Dorr brought her along to show her what a big wheel\n he is,\" said one of the others. \"Just hope he doesn't take over the\n operations.\"\nIII", "Tom Dorr, Hazeltyne's general manager, was her escort. Asa felt\n certain, without proof, that Dorr was the man who had framed him for", "Dorr stared at him with narrowed eyes. Suddenly he smiled in a way that\n worried Asa.", "The girl's presence merely puzzled Asa, but Dorr's being here worried\n him. Dorr had tried to get rid of him once and was now in an excellent\n position to make the riddance permanent.", "\"Nope. I want to make sure you come back.\" Asa turned his head to\n Harriet. \"You see, Miss Hazeltyne, I don't trust your friend. You might\n ask him to tell you about it.\"", "Dorr made no move to help, but the girl reached under Kershaw's\n shoulder and strained to get him in. Once he was inside, Asa saw, the\n cabin was crowded.", "\"I made a fool of myself.\" She made a face back in the direction of\n the settlement. \"Dorr wasn't going to come after you. He said anyone\n who talked back to him should try arguing with the Sliders.\"", "lost their bearings, but Dorr would deny him that help.", "\"Anyway,\" Harriet said, \"I told him he couldn't just leave you here\n and we started arguing. I lost my temper. He thought he had brought me", "He leaped twenty feet into the air for a closer look.\n\n\n Gazing at him with repugnance, after witnessing the end of his session\n with Furston, were Harriet Hazeltyne and general manager Tom Dorr.", "extra burden of taking care of the pilot. When he reached the nose\n of the helicopter he saw that the pilot, untangling herself from the\n controls to get up, was Harriet Hazeltyne.", "\"Whatever you say, Graybar,\" Dorr said. He turned to the controls. In\n another minute the helicopter was in the sky.", "Then he smiled in relief, for it was the helicopter, the blessed\n helicopter, coming in over the swamp. But what if it was Dorr, coming", "Asa didn't hesitate. \"The egg stays with me,\" he said softly.\n\n\n \"You do what I tell you, mucker,\" said Dorr.", "\"Are you going to have room for me too?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Not this trip,\" Dorr answered. \"Now give me the egg.\"", "approximately by the body of the dead Slider. Dorr could return for the\n egg any time with some other muck man to dig for it.", "After an hour passed Asa began to worry. He was sure Dorr would return\n for the egg. Finally he realized that Dorr could locate the egg", "\"The girl will inherit this racket some day, won't she?\" asked one of\n the others. \"She wants to see what kind of suckers are making her rich.\"" ], [ "\"Nope. I want to make sure you come back.\" Asa turned his head to\n Harriet. \"You see, Miss Hazeltyne, I don't trust your friend. You might\n ask him to tell you about it.\"", "extra burden of taking care of the pilot. When he reached the nose\n of the helicopter he saw that the pilot, untangling herself from the\n controls to get up, was Harriet Hazeltyne.", "\"The helicopter ought to be here pretty soon,\" Asa said. He looked over\n at the dead Slider and shook his head. \"Tell me, what are the odds on\n getting killed doing this?\"", "Asa pulled down the mouthpiece of his radio.\n\n\n \"This is Graybar, calling the helicopter,\" he said. \"When are you\n coming?\"", "old Hazeltyne's daughter Harriet, no doubt come to see justice done.\n She didn't have the hothouse-flower look Asa would have expected in a", "Then he smiled in relief, for it was the helicopter, the blessed\n helicopter, coming in over the swamp. But what if it was Dorr, coming", "ever seen. If Asa had found a means of keeping them alive it would have\n made him wealthy at the expense of the Hazeltyne monopoly.", "She shrugged, as if to indicate that she had made a mess of things.\n\n\n \"And you took the helicopter by yourself,\" Asa said, as if he could\n hardly believe it yet.", "Asa glanced around quickly to make sure no Sliders had already come. He\n eyed the helicopter with distaste at the thought of what a flimsy fort\n it would make.", "After an hour passed Asa began to worry. He was sure Dorr would return\n for the egg. Finally he realized that Dorr could locate the egg", "While Kershaw grabbed the door frame to help pull himself into the\n helicopter, Asa got under his companion's belly and lifted him by the", "Tom Dorr, Hazeltyne's general manager, was her escort. Asa felt\n certain, without proof, that Dorr was the man who had framed him for", "\"Are you hurt?\" Asa asked her. She reached for his shoulder to steady\n herself as she climbed out of the machine.", "A round trip for the helicopter should have taken no more than twenty\n minutes, allowing time for Kershaw to be taken out at the settlement.", "\"We're in luck,\" he said as Asa skidded to a stop at his side. \"An egg\n was laid somewhere here within the last week. These places are hard to\n spot when the new weeds start growing.\"", "hover, thumped down upon the mud and slid forward. As Asa jumped aside,\n the landing skids caught against the Slider's body and the helicopter", "\"Anyway,\" Harriet said, \"I told him he couldn't just leave you here\n and we started arguing. I lost my temper. He thought he had brought me", "Asa didn't answer. The Hazeltyne company had gone after him because\n he had been working on a method of keeping Slider eggs alive. The", "before it was thrown away, to make sure it didn't conceal an egg. As he\n worked, Asa kept thinking what an inefficient system it was. Everything\n about the operation was wrong.", "No machine-gun blast of rockets came from the helicopter. The big\n machine swooped low dizzily, tilted back in an inexpert attempt to" ], [ "Nevertheless his time was not wasted. He had as a companion, or\n cellmate, another convict who had elected conversion to muck man. More\n important, his companion had done time on Jordan's Planet before and\n had wanted to return.", "of Jordan's Planet and turned most of its surface into marsh and mud\n flats. A high wall enclosed the far portion of the courtyard. Ranged\n along the wall were thirty stalls for muck men.", "\"In case you don't like it here,\" Furston said, \"you can get a week\n knocked off your sentence for every egg you bring in. Now get out there\n and work that muck.\"", "your tolerance for carbon monoxide and make you a bigger and better\n gorilla than the natives. Last, of course, there's always a need for\n muck men on Jordan's Planet.\"", "\"Nope,\" Asa said softly. \"I'm going into a conversion tank. I'm going\n to be a muck man, Jumpy. I'm going out to Jordan's Planet and hunt\n Slider eggs.\"", "to Jordan's Planet on a fancy tour. I told him the real reason I was\n here was to check up for my father on the way he was running things and", "The doctor shrugged, as if naturally no one could be expected to\n choose Jordan's Planet. Asa frowned in apparent consideration of the\n alternatives.\n\n\n \"What's the pay range?\" he asked.", "Hazeltyne company would be happy to see him mark time for five years\n of so-called social reorientation. But if he could get out to Jordan's", "Planet, with his physiology adapted to the environment of that wretched\n world, he could study the eggs under conditions no laboratory could\n duplicate. He might even be able to cause trouble for Hazeltyne.", "Everyone had seen pictures of muck men. It was different having one\n stand beside you. Kershaw looked much like an enormous frog except that", "MUCK MAN\nBY FREMONT DODGE\nThe work wasn't hard, but there were some sacrifices.\n\n You had to give up hope and freedom—and being human!", "\"That's to remind you you're still a man,\" Furston said, grinning.\n \"Everything that grows on this planet is poison. So if you got any", "\"Last time I was here there was about one mucker killed for every six\n eggs brought out. Of course you're not supposed to stand there admiring\n the eggs like I did while a Slider comes up on you.\"", "Next morning Furston passed out guns, knives, radios, and pouches to\n carry any eggs the muck men found. He gave each man a compass and\n assigned the sectors to be worked during the day. Finally he called\n Graybar aside.", "Unfortunately for planetary development companies, hardly anyone\n wanted to become a changeling. High pay lured few. So a law was passed", "permitting a convicted criminal to earn his freedom by putting in one\n year as a changeling for every five years he would otherwise have had\n to spend in rehabilitation.", "\"Sure they do,\" said the doctor. \"We can make you think mud feels\n better than chinchilla fur and we can have you jumping like a", "before it was thrown away, to make sure it didn't conceal an egg. As he\n worked, Asa kept thinking what an inefficient system it was. Everything\n about the operation was wrong.", "Asa Graybar kept his normal form on Jordan's Planet just long enough to\n learn the discomfort of double gravity. He was told he needed another", "They started at the center of the cleared area, shoveling up great gobs\n of mud with their hands and flinging them out of the clearing. Usually" ], [ "Asa was put through a series of exercises to get him used to his\n distorted body, to teach him how to leap and how to dig. He was shown", "\"Nope,\" Asa said softly. \"I'm going into a conversion tank. I'm going\n to be a muck man, Jumpy. I'm going out to Jordan's Planet and hunt\n Slider eggs.\"", "before it was thrown away, to make sure it didn't conceal an egg. As he\n worked, Asa kept thinking what an inefficient system it was. Everything\n about the operation was wrong.", "ever seen. If Asa had found a means of keeping them alive it would have\n made him wealthy at the expense of the Hazeltyne monopoly.", "Asa didn't hesitate. \"The egg stays with me,\" he said softly.\n\n\n \"You do what I tell you, mucker,\" said Dorr.", "Asa didn't answer. The Hazeltyne company had gone after him because\n he had been working on a method of keeping Slider eggs alive. The", "\"Nope. I want to make sure you come back.\" Asa turned his head to\n Harriet. \"You see, Miss Hazeltyne, I don't trust your friend. You might\n ask him to tell you about it.\"", "This, Asa realized, was what he looked like himself.", "Jumpy, Asa's cellmate, took one look at his face as he was put back\n behind bars.\n\n\n \"Guilty,\" Jumpy said.\n\n\n Asa glared at him.", "Asa hopped over to the egg, which was still full of a dancing radiance\n where it rested on the mud. He scooped a hole in the muck and buried\n the egg.", "At supper that night, squatting on the ground beside a low table with\n the dozen other muck men operating from the dome, Asa asked what the\n two were doing out here.", "Tom Dorr, Hazeltyne's general manager, was her escort. Asa felt\n certain, without proof, that Dorr was the man who had framed him for", "\"We're in luck,\" he said as Asa skidded to a stop at his side. \"An egg\n was laid somewhere here within the last week. These places are hard to\n spot when the new weeds start growing.\"", "emerged from the neck, but the ears were human ears and the eyes, under\n those horny ridges, were human eyes. Asa felt sure that the eyes could\n still weep.", "Asa pushed himself upright with one arm and tried a small hop. Nerve\n and muscle coordination was perfect. He found himself leaping as high\n as Kershaw's head.", "The girl's presence merely puzzled Asa, but Dorr's being here worried\n him. Dorr had tried to get rid of him once and was now in an excellent\n position to make the riddance permanent.", "Everyone had seen pictures of muck men. It was different having one\n stand beside you. Kershaw looked much like an enormous frog except that", "Asa turned without a word and hopped feebly away from Furston. He\n lifted his head to breathe deeply and saw two humans watching him from\n an observation tower on the roof.", "Nevertheless his time was not wasted. He had as a companion, or\n cellmate, another convict who had elected conversion to muck man. More\n important, his companion had done time on Jordan's Planet before and\n had wanted to return.", "again.\nEven as he was knocked aside into the muck, Asa's body was showered\n with shreds of alien flesh scattered by the rocket's explosion." ] ]

[ "Why did Madison investigate the manual record files prior to visiting Granite City?", "Why did Madison drive a Rolls?", "What is the most likely reason for the lack of car insurance claims in Granite City?", "Why did Madison ultimately think gathering the large rock was a bad decision?", "Why was Madison thinking about a child eating ice cream as he investigated?", "What is the likely cause of the proliferation of accidents in Granite City?", "Why does the population of Granite City want to keep their deficiency a secret?", "Why did the Professor call the people of Granite City \"subhuman\"?", "Why did Madison start to believe the investigation was out of his league?" ]

[ [ "In order to hopefully discover some red-flag indicators of insurance fraud.", "To learn more about the Ozark Mountains.", "To gather the necessary paperwork for his investigation.", "To educate himself on the history of Granite City." ], [ "He was too tall for most models and disliked the business decisions of American automakers.", "The manual gears were simpler to operate on the hills of Granite City.", "He felt it was the only vehicle that fit his personality.", "It was a good size and provided a smooth ride around the Ozark Mountains." ], [ "The townspeople would be killed for making those kinds of claims.", "The Actuarvac was more focused on large-scale claims.", "The orchestrated fraud in Granite City was too complex and time-consuming to devote time to smaller claims.", "It was very unsafe to drive any vehicles in Granite City." ], [ "It would begin to affect his memory later.", "It was too heavy to carry around the city.", "The Professor would eventually use it to prevent him from leaving.", "The gun would have been a better option for self-defense." ], [ "He was really hungry after seeing the workers' sandwich wrappers and craving something sweet.", "The unique colorization of the granite looked like raspberry ice cream.", "He missed his son, and eating ice cream together was a fond memory.", "The haphazard way the granite was harvested and the bloody scene nearby reminded him of it." ], [ "Something about the granite creates an inability to predict when an accident may occur.", "The altitude of the Ozark Mountains impairs the reasoning and logic of the townspeople.", "The foolishness of the city's population.", "The poor construction of the city's buildings and infrastructure." ], [ "They are not aware of their own psionic sterility.", "They want to contaminate the entire world.", "They are scared of losing their livelihood.", "They are afraid bad publicity would lead to a drop in tourism." ], [ "He was exaggerating out of frustration with his inability to leave the city.", "He harbored racist sentiments.", "He was a member of the Ku Klux Klan.", "Their psionic deficiency rendered them incapable of essential human logic and reasoning." ], [ "The odd behavior of specific townspeople made him feel uncomfortable.", "He suspected there was a supernatural force at work in the quarry.", "He wasn't equipped to handle claims for an entire city.", "He felt there was a criminal undercurrent to the situation." ] ]

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[ [ "Before I headed for the hills, or the Ozark Mountains, I walked a few\n hundred feet down the hall and into the manual record files. The brain", "He handed me the rejected claim card. I took it, finding a new, neatly\n typed notation on it. It said:\n\n\n Investigate the Ozark village of Granite City.", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of\n Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud\n Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of\n thousands of dollars in false accident claims.", "world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination.\n To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry,\n putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility;", "\"Okay,\" I drawled. \"I'll accept your story for the moment. Now answer\n me the big query: Why are the good people of Granite City doing this to", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "about one trip a week down into the city for supplies and package mail.\n He's been the only one in or out of Granite City for five months.\"", "abstracted from empirical data but before I planed out to Granite City\n I had to find the basis for a few practical, nasty suspicions.", "was literate and could read typewriting, the cards weren't coded or\n punched. He read the top one. \"Now this, for instance. No adjuster\n need investigate this accident. The circumstances obviously are such", "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "\"Okay. It shouldn't be much of a walk in Granite City.\"\n\n\n \"It's the house at the end of the street.\"", "The old man stared at me with red-shot eyes. \"Marshal Thompson doesn't\n like people to run automobiles on the streets of Granite City.\"", "There was one odd note in the melodic scheme: We had never had a claim\n for any kind of automobile accident from Granite City.\n\n\n I shut off the projector.", "I nodded. \"You have any papers, any identification, to back this up?\"\n\n\n Wordlessly, he handed over his billfold, letters, enough identification\n to have satisfied Allen Pinkerton or John Edgar Hoover.", "The whole trip hardly seemed worth it when I saw the cluster of\n painted frame buildings that was Granite City. They looked like a", "\"Listen, Madison, don't talk about what you don't know anything\n about. The stuff in these walls isn't just rock; it isn't even plain", "\"Find that out,\" he said. \"I trust the machine. There have been cases\n of mass collusion before. Until you get back, we are making no more", "I shrugged, sorrier than I could let on. \"I won't be able to pay for\n my own groceries, marshal, if I don't do the kind of job the company\n expects. I'm going to snoop around.\"" ], [ "Rolls. That was about the only brand of car that fit me. I hadn't been\n able to get my legs into any other foreign car since I was fifteen,", "\"So I'll just\nlock\nthe car up and walk over there. I couldn't go\n getting tire tracks all over your clean streets.\"\n\n\n The old man watched as I climbed down and locked up the Rolls.", "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"", "proudly as if he had just personally gave birth to it. \"This will\n simplify your job to the point of a pleasant diversion, Madison.\"", "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "\"I doubt very much if either of us will be leaving, Mr. Madison,\" he\n said. \"Now.\"\nI took my beer and the professor his coffee over to the single booth.\n We looked at each other across the shiny table and our beverage\n containers.", "Kelvin breathed a virile grade of tobacco into my face. \"Listen,\n Madison, we have been working this quarry for generations, sometimes", "\"Listen, Madison, don't talk about what you don't know anything\n about. The stuff in these walls isn't just rock; it isn't even plain", "Catching the direction of my glance, he said, \"Company is worth a few\n scalds, Mr. Madison.\"", "\"Madison, understand me, I insist. Ethnologically speaking, it is well\n known that certain tribes suffer certain deficiencies due to diet,", "\"Haskel has the only motor vehicle in town—a half-ton pick-up, a\n minuscule contrivance less than the size of a passenger car. He makes", "was literate and could read typewriting, the cards weren't coded or\n punched. He read the top one. \"Now this, for instance. No adjuster\n need investigate this accident. The circumstances obviously are such", "the outline of her thesis on the guilt purgings effected by The Life\n and Legend of Gary Cooper. The paunchy businessman in the next lounge", "The old man stared at me with red-shot eyes. \"Marshal Thompson doesn't\n like people to run automobiles on the streets of Granite City.\"", "Thad McCain, my boss at Manhattan-Universal Insurance, beamed over\n the sprawling automatic brain's silver gauges and plastic toggles as", "\"I've suffered no harm at your hands—or your wheels, sir. But I could\n use some help,\" the old man said. \"Could I trouble you for a lift when\n you leave town?\"", "\"Or else something is causing you to have this trouble. Maybe the\n whole town is a bunch of dope addicts. Maybe you grow your own mescalin\n or marijuana; it's happened before.\"\n\n\n Thompson laughed.", "Since that put me back in the days of horsepower, I trotted over to the\n automobile rental and hired a few hundred of them under the hood of a" ], [ "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of\n Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud\n Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of\n thousands of dollars in false accident claims.", "There was one odd note in the melodic scheme: We had never had a claim\n for any kind of automobile accident from Granite City.\n\n\n I shut off the projector.", "\"There's something to that. We call it probability, not luck.\"\n\n\n \"Well, probability says that more accidents are going to occur in\n Granite City than anywhere else in the country, per capita.\"", "to order gave me only two ideas. Neither was very original. The one\n that concerned business was that the whole village of Granite City must\n be accident-prone.", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "\"Okay,\" I drawled. \"I'll accept your story for the moment. Now answer\n me the big query: Why are the good people of Granite City doing this to", "The old man stared at me with red-shot eyes. \"Marshal Thompson doesn't\n like people to run automobiles on the streets of Granite City.\"", "\"Okay. It shouldn't be much of a walk in Granite City.\"\n\n\n \"It's the house at the end of the street.\"", "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "The whole trip hardly seemed worth it when I saw the cluster of\n painted frame buildings that was Granite City. They looked like a", "He handed me the rejected claim card. I took it, finding a new, neatly\n typed notation on it. It said:\n\n\n Investigate the Ozark village of Granite City.", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "about one trip a week down into the city for supplies and package mail.\n He's been the only one in or out of Granite City for five months.\"", "world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination.\n To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry,\n putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility;", "climate, et cetera. Some can't run, sing, use mathematics. The people\n of Granite City have the most unusual deficency on record, I admit.\n Their\npsionic", "was literate and could read typewriting, the cards weren't coded or\n punched. He read the top one. \"Now this, for instance. No adjuster\n need investigate this accident. The circumstances obviously are such", "of a few recorded cases of supermen, but we have some, a trace. Granite\n City citizens have\nno\npsionic ability whatsoever, not even the little", "a polygamy colony or a hideout for supposedly deported gangsters. I\n don't care much either. It's not my business. How could a whole town be\n filing false life and accident claims?\"" ], [ "\"Sorry,\" he said. \"I should have been precognizant of that. I try to\n stay away from the rock as much as possible, but it's getting to me.\"", "\"This rock is part of it—\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean by that!\" Kelvin demanded savagely.", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "\"Listen, Madison, don't talk about what you don't know anything\n about. The stuff in these walls isn't just rock; it isn't even plain", "\"It's too bad.\"\n\n\n \"What's too bad?\"\n\n\n \"That you chose the wrong way so often,\" I said.", "Kelvin breathed a virile grade of tobacco into my face. \"Listen,\n Madison, we have been working this quarry for generations, sometimes", "of meatheaded ditch diggers—we are craftsmen. We have to figure a\n different way of getting out every piece of stone.\"", "Thompson met my eyes. \"That's not quite how we look at it here.\"\nII\n\n\n The quarry was a mess.", "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "I couldn't see any in the way they sliced the granite out of the\n mountain. The idea of a four-year-old—a four-year-old moron—going", "There was an explanation for the recent rise in the accident rate down\n there. The rock quarry there had gone into high-level operation. I", "proudly as if he had just personally gave birth to it. \"This will\n simplify your job to the point of a pleasant diversion, Madison.\"", "\"Madison, understand me, I insist. Ethnologically speaking, it is well\n known that certain tribes suffer certain deficiencies due to diet,", "\"I doubt very much if either of us will be leaving, Mr. Madison,\" he\n said. \"Now.\"\nI took my beer and the professor his coffee over to the single booth.\n We looked at each other across the shiny table and our beverage\n containers.", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"", "tumble of dingy building blocks tossed in front of a rolled-up indigo\n sports shirt. That was Granite Mountain in the near foreground. But I\n remembered that over the course of some forty years the people in these", "The whole trip hardly seemed worth it when I saw the cluster of\n painted frame buildings that was Granite City. They looked like a", "more of us working than other times. Today most of us are working\n getting the stone out. That's the way we like it. We don't want any\n outsider coming in and interfering with that.\"", "\"Well,\" I said, \"I'll be getting along.\" I tried to walk sideways so I\n could keep an eye on him.", "\"We haven't the time for all that. But think about it. What else\ncould\nit be? It's that granite that they are shipping all over the" ], [ "after a mound of raspberry ice cream kept turning up in my mind as I\n walked around.", "The acne-faced kid behind the counter stared at me. I looked over and\n caught the bright little eyes of Haskel, the proprietor, too. Finally,\n the old professor turned on his stool, his face pale and his eyes sad\n and resigned.", "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "proudly as if he had just personally gave birth to it. \"This will\n simplify your job to the point of a pleasant diversion, Madison.\"", "\"I doubt very much if either of us will be leaving, Mr. Madison,\" he\n said. \"Now.\"\nI took my beer and the professor his coffee over to the single booth.\n We looked at each other across the shiny table and our beverage\n containers.", "The man called \"the professor\" came over and sat down two stools away,\n ignoring me. The clerk dialed his hamburger and served it.\n\n\n I stayed with my beer and my thoughts.", "\"Madison, understand me, I insist. Ethnologically speaking, it is well\n known that certain tribes suffer certain deficiencies due to diet,", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"", "the outline of her thesis on the guilt purgings effected by The Life\n and Legend of Gary Cooper. The paunchy businessman in the next lounge", "\"Listen, Madison, don't talk about what you don't know anything\n about. The stuff in these walls isn't just rock; it isn't even plain", "cigarette stubs, but most of the traces were smears of blood. Blood\n streaked across sharp rocks, blood oozing from beneath heavy rocks,\n blood smeared on the handles and working surfaces of sledge hammers and", "I glanced at the old man. The proprietor of the store knew him and\n evidently thought him harmless enough to feed.", "\"Or else something is causing you to have this trouble. Maybe the\n whole town is a bunch of dope addicts. Maybe you grow your own mescalin\n or marijuana; it's happened before.\"\n\n\n Thompson laughed.", "ruminate thoughtfully. It finally rang a bell and spit the card back at\n Manhattan-Universal's top junior vice-president.", "I shrugged, sorrier than I could let on. \"I won't be able to pay for\n my own groceries, marshal, if I don't do the kind of job the company\n expects. I'm going to snoop around.\"", "Catching the direction of my glance, he said, \"Company is worth a few\n scalds, Mr. Madison.\"", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "\"So I'll just\nlock\nthe car up and walk over there. I couldn't go\n getting tire tracks all over your clean streets.\"\n\n\n The old man watched as I climbed down and locked up the Rolls.", "I couldn't see any in the way they sliced the granite out of the\n mountain. The idea of a four-year-old—a four-year-old moron—going", "The lean-faced man who greeted me had his cheeks crisscrossed with\n razor nicks and his shirt on wrong side out. But his eyes were bright\n and sparrow alert." ], [ "\"There's something to that. We call it probability, not luck.\"\n\n\n \"Well, probability says that more accidents are going to occur in\n Granite City than anywhere else in the country, per capita.\"", "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of\n Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud\n Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of\n thousands of dollars in false accident claims.", "to order gave me only two ideas. Neither was very original. The one\n that concerned business was that the whole village of Granite City must\n be accident-prone.", "There was an explanation for the recent rise in the accident rate down\n there. The rock quarry there had gone into high-level operation. I", "world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination.\n To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry,\n putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility;", "\"Okay,\" I drawled. \"I'll accept your story for the moment. Now answer\n me the big query: Why are the good people of Granite City doing this to", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "The whole trip hardly seemed worth it when I saw the cluster of\n painted frame buildings that was Granite City. They looked like a", "Yet the rise in accident, compared to the rise in production, was out\n of all proportion.", "everybody has chanced to be an accident prone. Some other factor is\n operating. You are all deliberately faking these falls and fires—\"", "The old man stared at me with red-shot eyes. \"Marshal Thompson doesn't\n like people to run automobiles on the streets of Granite City.\"", "There was one odd note in the melodic scheme: We had never had a claim\n for any kind of automobile accident from Granite City.\n\n\n I shut off the projector.", "\"Okay. It shouldn't be much of a walk in Granite City.\"\n\n\n \"It's the house at the end of the street.\"", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "He handed me the rejected claim card. I took it, finding a new, neatly\n typed notation on it. It said:\n\n\n Investigate the Ozark village of Granite City.", "accidents a day—just as these people\ndo\n. They can't foresee the\n bump in the road the way we can, or that that particular match will", "I rejected that one almost immediately. While an accident-prone was\n in himself a statistical anomaly, the idea of a whole town of them\n gathered together stretched the fabric of reality to the point where\n even an invisible re-weaver couldn't help it.", "Furthermore, the work at the quarry could hardly explain the excessive\n accident reports we had had from the village as far back as our records\n went." ], [ "world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination.\n To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry,\n putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility;", "Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of\n Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud\n Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of\n thousands of dollars in false accident claims.", "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "\"Okay,\" I drawled. \"I'll accept your story for the moment. Now answer\n me the big query: Why are the good people of Granite City doing this to", "climate, et cetera. Some can't run, sing, use mathematics. The people\n of Granite City have the most unusual deficency on record, I admit.\n Their\npsionic", "After so many profitable decades, Granite City wasn't going to take\n kindly to my spoil-sport interference.", "\"They don't want the world to know\nwhy\nthey are psionically\n subnormal,\" he said crisply. \"It's the", "\"There's something to that. We call it probability, not luck.\"\n\n\n \"Well, probability says that more accidents are going to occur in\n Granite City than anywhere else in the country, per capita.\"", "about one trip a week down into the city for supplies and package mail.\n He's been the only one in or out of Granite City for five months.\"", "to order gave me only two ideas. Neither was very original. The one\n that concerned business was that the whole village of Granite City must\n be accident-prone.", "of a few recorded cases of supermen, but we have some, a trace. Granite\n City citizens have\nno\npsionic ability whatsoever, not even the little", "The old man stared at me with red-shot eyes. \"Marshal Thompson doesn't\n like people to run automobiles on the streets of Granite City.\"", "\"Okay. It shouldn't be much of a walk in Granite City.\"\n\n\n \"It's the house at the end of the street.\"", "The whole trip hardly seemed worth it when I saw the cluster of\n painted frame buildings that was Granite City. They looked like a", "more of us working than other times. Today most of us are working\n getting the stone out. That's the way we like it. We don't want any\n outsider coming in and interfering with that.\"", "He handed me the rejected claim card. I took it, finding a new, neatly\n typed notation on it. It said:\n\n\n Investigate the Ozark village of Granite City.", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "\"Or else something is causing you to have this trouble. Maybe the\n whole town is a bunch of dope addicts. Maybe you grow your own mescalin\n or marijuana; it's happened before.\"\n\n\n Thompson laughed." ], [ "\"Professor, you mean these people are holding you here simply so you\n won't go out and tell the rest of the world that they are submen?\"", "\"Okay,\" I drawled. \"I'll accept your story for the moment. Now answer\n me the big query: Why are the good people of Granite City doing this to", "\"I know nothing of their ethical standards,\" Parnell said, \"but I do\n know that they are absolutely\nsubhuman\n!\"\n\n\n \"I admit I have met likelier groups of human beings in my time.\"", "world, spreading the contamination. I want to stop that contamination.\n To the people of Granite City that means ruining their only industry,\n putting them all out of work. They are used to this psionic sterility;", "\"That doesn't have anything to do with it. Nobody in Granite City owns\n a car. It would be suicide for anybody to drive a car, same as it would", "\"No, understand me. These people are literally subhuman—they are\n inferior to other human beings.\"\n\n\n \"Look, I know the Klan is a growing organization but I can't go along\n with you.\"", "Tentatively, I decided that for generations the citizens of\n Granite City had been in an organized conspiracy to defraud\n Manhattan-Universal and its predecessors of hundreds upon hundreds of\n thousands of dollars in false accident claims.", "\"There's something to that. We call it probability, not luck.\"\n\n\n \"Well, probability says that more accidents are going to occur in\n Granite City than anywhere else in the country, per capita.\"", "climate, et cetera. Some can't run, sing, use mathematics. The people\n of Granite City have the most unusual deficency on record, I admit.\n Their\npsionic", "The whole trip hardly seemed worth it when I saw the cluster of\n painted frame buildings that was Granite City. They looked like a", "The old man stared at me with red-shot eyes. \"Marshal Thompson doesn't\n like people to run automobiles on the streets of Granite City.\"", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "The man called \"the professor\" came over and sat down two stools away,\n ignoring me. The clerk dialed his hamburger and served it.\n\n\n I stayed with my beer and my thoughts.", "of a few recorded cases of supermen, but we have some, a trace. Granite\n City citizens have\nno\npsionic ability whatsoever, not even the little", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "about one trip a week down into the city for supplies and package mail.\n He's been the only one in or out of Granite City for five months.\"", "to order gave me only two ideas. Neither was very original. The one\n that concerned business was that the whole village of Granite City must\n be accident-prone.", "\"They don't want the world to know\nwhy\nthey are psionically\n subnormal,\" he said crisply. \"It's the", "The acne-faced kid behind the counter stared at me. I looked over and\n caught the bright little eyes of Haskel, the proprietor, too. Finally,\n the old professor turned on his stool, his face pale and his eyes sad\n and resigned.", "\"Hello, Professor,\" the fat man said. \"What can we do for you?\"\n\n\n \"I'd like to mail a letter,\" he said in an urgent voice." ], [ "\"The reason you have so many accidents here,\" I said frankly. \"I'm from\n the insurance company. Name's Madison.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah, I know.\"\n\n\n I had supposed he would.", "More and more, I was coming to believe that Granite City wasn't a job\n for an investigative adjuster like myself but a psychological adjuster.", "\"I doubt very much if either of us will be leaving, Mr. Madison,\" he\n said. \"Now.\"\nI took my beer and the professor his coffee over to the single booth.\n We looked at each other across the shiny table and our beverage\n containers.", "proudly as if he had just personally gave birth to it. \"This will\n simplify your job to the point of a pleasant diversion, Madison.\"", "\"Listen, Madison, don't talk about what you don't know anything\n about. The stuff in these walls isn't just rock; it isn't even plain", "\"Fifty miles down a steep mountain road? I'm an old man, Mr. Madison,\n and I've gotten even older since I came to Granite City.\"", "Kelvin breathed a virile grade of tobacco into my face. \"Listen,\n Madison, we have been working this quarry for generations, sometimes", "Catching the direction of my glance, he said, \"Company is worth a few\n scalds, Mr. Madison.\"", "I shrugged, sorrier than I could let on. \"I won't be able to pay for\n my own groceries, marshal, if I don't do the kind of job the company\n expects. I'm going to snoop around.\"", "\"Frankly,\" I said, hedging only a little, \"I don't know what to\n make of your story. This is something to be decided by somebody", "\"Sorry,\" he said. \"I should have been precognizant of that. I try to\n stay away from the rock as much as possible, but it's getting to me.\"", "\"Find that out,\" he said. \"I trust the machine. There have been cases\n of mass collusion before. Until you get back, we are making no more", "\"We'll see what we can work out,\" I said. \"Right now can you tell me\n where I can find Marshal Thompson?\"\n\n\n \"I can,\" he said. \"But you will have to walk there.\"", "I nodded. \"You have any papers, any identification, to back this up?\"\n\n\n Wordlessly, he handed over his billfold, letters, enough identification\n to have satisfied Allen Pinkerton or John Edgar Hoover.", "\"That would be a real tragedy, Mr. Madison. Insurance is vital to this\n town. Nobody could survive a year here without insurance. People pay me\n for their premiums before they pay their grocery bills.\"", "ruminate thoughtfully. It finally rang a bell and spit the card back at\n Manhattan-Universal's top junior vice-president.", "\"Well,\" I said, \"I'll be getting along.\" I tried to walk sideways so I\n could keep an eye on him.", "\"Come back,\" he said, as if he had doubts.\nThe signs of a menacing conspiracy were growing stronger, I felt. I", "\"It's too general. What does the nickel-brained machine mean by\n investigating a whole town? I don't know if it has crooked politics,", "\"Or else something is causing you to have this trouble. Maybe the\n whole town is a bunch of dope addicts. Maybe you grow your own mescalin\n or marijuana; it's happened before.\"\n\n\n Thompson laughed." ] ]

[ "Who is called an aphrodisiac?", "What is the main reason the Cleopatra was chosen to report to Tethys?", "Why did the workers weld appendages to the Cleopatra?", "How did Gorman feel about Strike?", "How long did it take the Cleopatra to travel from Tethys to Eridanus?", "What best describes the battle?", "Why did the Eridans not care if they died?", "Why did the ship go to hyperspace?", "How was the ship able to navigate through the alien cosmos?" ]

[ [ "Celia Graham", "the Cleopatra", "Commander Strike", "Ivy Hendricks" ], [ "The Eridans launched a major invasion", "She is led by Commander Strike", "She was close by", "She has enough power to complete the mission" ], [ "To prepare for battle against the Eridans", "To enable travel to hyperspace", "Maintenance during a twenty-day leave", "To make it through the asteroid belt" ], [ "He wanted him to conduct the hyperspace experiment", "He did not like him", "He liked him for pulling his flagship out of a tight spot", "He had him mixed up with some other guy named Strykalski" ], [ "Eight and a half light years", "Three hours and five minutes", "An unknown amount of time", "Three weeks" ], [ "Chlorine gas and heat rays verus rifle fire and torpedoes", "radiation net and rays of heat versus rifle fire and torpedoes", "Chlorine gas and radiation net versus heat rays and torpedoes", "radiation net and torpedoes versus rifle fire and heat rays" ], [ "They were breathing chlorine gas", "They had no mind inside their bodies", "They had 150 spaceships", "They were warlike" ], [ "Because Cob gave the order", "Because Gorman appointed them to the experiment", "Because they needed time to fix the drive", "Because Ivy requested the ship for the experiment" ], [ "They were able to calculate the route", "They were already in route to Eridanus", "They were able to sight alien stars", "They discovered two planetary systems by telescope" ] ]

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[ [ "and tests. And Commander Strykalski was concerned. The beloved Old\n Aphrodisiac didn't take kindly to innovations. At least she never had", "Hendricks has cooked up for Lover-Girl, and you know the old carp likes\n to be treated with respect.\" He affected a very knowing expression.", "Old Aphrodisiac readied herself for war.\nLike a maddened bull terrier, the old monitor charged at the Eridan", "hyper-ship that was still Old Aphrodisiac lifted from the ramp outside\n the Substation dome. She rose slowly at first, the radioactive flame", "in no other. That's the way Strike ran his crew, and that's the way the\n crew ran Lover-Girl. Old Aphrodisiac's family was a select community.", "Cob raised a hand to his eyes as though to blot out the sight of that\n distant moonlet. \"Not so bad, he says! All you care about is seeing Ivy\n Hendricks again, I know you! Tethys!\"", "\"I'll answer that,\" offered Strike, \"Lover-Girl's a surge circuit\n monitor, and it's a safe bet this operation takes plenty of power.\" He\n looked over to Ivy. \"Am I right?\"", "They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence.\nThe second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the\n alien space toward the spot where 40 Eridani C existed on the other\n side of the barrier.", "\"You could call it other things, if you should happen to prefer them,\"\n Ivy Hendricks said, \"Subspace ... another plane of existence. I....\"", "Lover-Girl wormed her way through the asteroid belt, passed within a\n million miles of Jupiter and settled comfortably down on the airless", "Whitley found refuge in his favorite expression. \"Ye gods and little\n catfish!\"\n\n\n Strike turned to Ivy. \"What do you think it is?\"", "\"Is the Captain there?\" demanded Celia Graham's voice excitedly.\n\n\n Strike took over the squawk-box. \"Right here, Celia. What is it?\"", "\"Right.\" Cob took a last loving look around the comfortable officer's\n club and heaved a heavy sigh. \"Tethys, here comes Lover-Girl. It's\n going to be a long, long cruise, Captain.\"", "Strykalski studied her. Yes, she hadn't changed. She was still the Ivy\n Hendricks he remembered. She was still calm, still lovely, and still\n very, very competent.", "Cob Whitley leaned precariously forward on his bar-stool to wag a\n finger under Celia's pretty nose. \"But he doesn't know what Captain", "Celia Graham, trim in her Ensign's greys, was making her way through\n the crowd of dancers. Celia was the\nCleopatra's", "themselves. Curiosity took the place of fear and here was something\n close at hand to probe. Anthropoid inquisitiveness prevailed.", "turned on his stool to survey the small dance floor. The music and the\n subdued lights made him think of Ivy Hendricks. He really wanted to see", "her flanks as she turned and twisted. One touched her atmospheric fins\n and melted them into slowly congealing globes of steel glowing with a", "he grinned. \"Lover-Girl's missed you, too. There never has been an\n Engineering Officer that could get the performance out of her cranky\n hulk the way you used to!\"" ], [ "\"And why was the\nCleopatra\nchosen?\" added Celia curiously.\n\n\n \"Well, I'll make it short,\" Ivy said. \"We're going to make a hyper-ship\n out of her.\"", "So, reflected Strike, the transfer of the\nCleopatra\nto Tethys for\n work under the Bureau of Research and Development meant innovations", "Cleopatra's\na warship and there's a war on now. If you\n can have your gear jerry-rigged in three hours, you can come along", "Cleopatra\nor her crew.", "Cleopatra\ndemanded attention and service, and her demanding saved\n them.", "Cob raised a hand to his eyes as though to blot out the sight of that\n distant moonlet. \"Not so bad, he says! All you care about is seeing Ivy\n Hendricks again, I know you! Tethys!\"", "Celia Graham, trim in her Ensign's greys, was making her way through\n the crowd of dancers. Celia was the\nCleopatra's", "\"Right.\" Cob took a last loving look around the comfortable officer's\n club and heaved a heavy sigh. \"Tethys, here comes Lover-Girl. It's\n going to be a long, long cruise, Captain.\"", "Ivy suggested that since the\nCleopatra\nand her crew were no part of", "\"No.\" Whitley sighed unhappily. \"And there's only one Tellurian Rocket\n Ship\nCleopatra", "began again. Ivy, as a former member of the\nCleopatra's\ncrew, was one\n of the family.", "Coburn Whitley, the T.R.S.\nCleopatra's\nExecutive, set down his Martini\n and leaned over very slowly to give the paper a microscopic examination\n in the mellow light.", "All that waited for the\nCleopatra\nin her own cosmos was a hot", "Ivy Hendricks nodded. \"We've stumbled on a laboratory effect that\n warps space. We plan to reproduce it in portable form on the\nCleopatra", "field next to the glass-steel dome of the Experimental Substation on\n Tethys. But her satisfied repose was interrupted almost before it was", "There was a handsome Martian Naval Lieutenant with Celia, but when she\n saw the thoughtful expression on her Captain's face, she dismissed him\n peremptorily. Here was something, apparently, of a family matter.", "Cleopatra\n. Only one tube-liner burned through, and only six hours\n wasted in nauseous free-fall.", "port and looked out. No alien ships filled the void with crisscrossing\n rays. No torpedoes flashed. The\nCleopatra\nwas alone, floating in", "\"Celia, you'd better go relieve him. He'll have to work all night to\n get us an orbit plotted.\"\n\n\n \"Will do, Skipper,\" Celia Graham left.", "An hour after blasting free of Tethys was pointed at the snaking river\n of stars below Orion that formed the constellation of Eridanus." ], [ "\"And why was the\nCleopatra\nchosen?\" added Celia curiously.\n\n\n \"Well, I'll make it short,\" Ivy said. \"We're going to make a hyper-ship\n out of her.\"", "re-crossed, shunted and spliced. Weird screen-like appendages were\n welded to her bow and stern. Workmen and engineers stomped through her", "Cleopatra's\na warship and there's a war on now. If you\n can have your gear jerry-rigged in three hours, you can come along", "armed with voluminous blueprints and atomic torches set to work on\n her even before her tubes had cooled. Power lines were crossed and", "begun. Swarms of techmen seemed to burst from the dome and take her\n over. Welders and physicists, naval architects and shipfitters, all", "Ivy Hendricks nodded. \"We've stumbled on a laboratory effect that\n warps space. We plan to reproduce it in portable form on the\nCleopatra", "Cleopatra\ndemanded attention and service, and her demanding saved\n them.", "her flanks as she turned and twisted. One touched her atmospheric fins\n and melted them into slowly congealing globes of steel glowing with a", "So, reflected Strike, the transfer of the\nCleopatra\nto Tethys for\n work under the Bureau of Research and Development meant innovations", "port and looked out. No alien ships filled the void with crisscrossing\n rays. No torpedoes flashed. The\nCleopatra\nwas alone, floating in", "Cleopatra\nor her crew.", "began again. Ivy, as a former member of the\nCleopatra's\ncrew, was one\n of the family.", "Radar Officer, and\n like all the rest, bound with chains of affection to the cranky old\n warship. The\nCleopatra's", "Cob and Strykalski rushed back to the port, straining to see the\n back-curving plates of the hull. Ivy was right. The metal, and to a", "Ivy suggested that since the\nCleopatra\nand her crew were no part of", "Celia Graham, trim in her Ensign's greys, was making her way through\n the crowd of dancers. Celia was the\nCleopatra's", "All that waited for the\nCleopatra\nin her own cosmos was a hot", "\"No.\" Whitley sighed unhappily. \"And there's only one Tellurian Rocket\n Ship\nCleopatra", "hyper-ship that was still Old Aphrodisiac lifted from the ramp outside\n the Substation dome. She rose slowly at first, the radioactive flame", "crew was a unit ... a team in the true sense\n of the word. They served in her because they wanted to ... would serve" ], [ "Ivy Hendricks joined them after stowing her gear, and when Whitley\n asked her opinion, she agreed with Strike. Her experiences with Gorman\n had been as unfortunate as any of the others.", "When Cob asked why, Strike replied that knowing Gorman, they could\n expect orders from Luna Base ordering them either to attack or", "\"I've missed you, Ivy.\" Strike wasn't just being polite, either. Then", "Strike felt the bottom dropping out of his stomach, and he knew that\n all the others felt the same. If this was a war, they were the ones", "Ivy looked out of the port and back with a shudder. \"I hope so, Strike.\n I hope so.\"", "\"Is the Captain there?\" demanded Celia Graham's voice excitedly.\n\n\n Strike took over the squawk-box. \"Right here, Celia. What is it?\"", "\"I was afraid you'd say that,\" grumbled Cob, \"I was just hoping you\n wouldn't.\"\n\n\n The interphone flashed. Strike flipped the switch.\n\n\n \"Bridge.\"", "\"It's good to see you again, Strike.\"", "Then Strike broke the spell. The effort was great, but it brushed away\n the shadows that had risen to plague them from the tortured abyss of", "Lieutenant Whitley looked crestfallen. \"Then perhaps old Brass-bottom\n Gorman means some other guy named Strykalski?\" To Cob, eight Martinis\n made anything possible.", "\"All right, Strike. I'll be ready,\" Ivy Hendricks said coolly.\nExactly three hours and five minutes later, the newly created", "Strike made an I-told-you-so gesture to his Executive. Then he turned\n toward the enlisted man at the helm. \"Quarter-master?\"", "Strike turned to Ivy Hendricks. \"Well, Captain Hendricks, this is some\n gadget you have dreamed up out of your Project Warp,\" he breathed", "\"Yes, sir,\" Whitley snapped.\n\n\n \"Communications!\" called Strike.\n\n\n \"Communications here.\"", "\"Yes, Captain.\"\n\n\n Strike turned to Ivy Hendricks. \"Let's get back to the bridge, Ivy.\n It's going to be a hell of a rough half hour!\"", "Strike made a passing effort to look stern and failed. \"You mean\nCaptain\nHendricks, don't you, Mister Whitley? Captain Hendricks of\n Project Warp?\"", "companionways, bawling incomprehensible orders. And her crew watched in\n mute dismay. They had nothing to say about it...\nIvy Hendricks rose from her desk as Strike came into her Engineering", "\"I'll answer that,\" offered Strike, \"Lover-Girl's a surge circuit\n monitor, and it's a safe bet this operation takes plenty of power.\" He\n looked over to Ivy. \"Am I right?\"", "\"Maybe,\" he began hopefully, \"It could be a forgery?\"\n\n\n Strike shook his head.", "in no other. That's the way Strike ran his crew, and that's the way the\n crew ran Lover-Girl. Old Aphrodisiac's family was a select community." ], [ "An hour after blasting free of Tethys was pointed at the snaking river\n of stars below Orion that formed the constellation of Eridanus.", "tubes silent, the\nCleopatra\nrode the curvature of space toward\n Eridanus. At eight and a half light years from Sol, the second-order", "\"And why was the\nCleopatra\nchosen?\" added Celia curiously.\n\n\n \"Well, I'll make it short,\" Ivy said. \"We're going to make a hyper-ship\n out of her.\"", "Cleopatra\n. Only one tube-liner burned through, and only six hours\n wasted in nauseous free-fall.", "\"Right.\" Cob took a last loving look around the comfortable officer's\n club and heaved a heavy sigh. \"Tethys, here comes Lover-Girl. It's\n going to be a long, long cruise, Captain.\"", "\"No.\" Whitley sighed unhappily. \"And there's only one Tellurian Rocket\n Ship\nCleopatra", "They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence.\nThe second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the\n alien space toward the spot where 40 Eridani C existed on the other\n side of the barrier.", "port and looked out. No alien ships filled the void with crisscrossing\n rays. No torpedoes flashed. The\nCleopatra\nwas alone, floating in", "Cleopatra's\na warship and there's a war on now. If you\n can have your gear jerry-rigged in three hours, you can come along", "disks in the starboard ports. At a distance of 90,000,000 miles from\n the Dog Star, its fourteen heavy-gravity planets were plainly visible\n through the electron telescope.", "\"No, sir. The density index indicates spacecraft. High value in the\n chlorine lines....\"\n\n\n \"Eridans!\" cried Ivy.", "Ivy Hendricks nodded. \"We've stumbled on a laboratory effect that\n warps space. We plan to reproduce it in portable form on the\nCleopatra", "Lover-Girl wormed her way through the asteroid belt, passed within a\n million miles of Jupiter and settled comfortably down on the airless", "calculations, 40 Eridani C would be within 40,000,000 miles of them\n when the ship emerged from hyper space.", "\"Plot us a course to 40 Eridani C, Bayne,\" Strykalski directed. \"On\n gyro-headings.\"", "So, reflected Strike, the transfer of the\nCleopatra\nto Tethys for\n work under the Bureau of Research and Development meant innovations", "ship. They were in second-order flight again, and traveling above light\n speed. Within seconds, contact would be made with the advance units of\n the alien fleet.", "the swollen orb of Saturn that filled a quarter of Tethys' sky, and\n then she was gone into the galactic night.", "reconnoiter the 40 Eridani C system of five planets. Strykalski added\n rather dryly that it was likely to be the former, since Space Admiral\n Gorman had no great affection for either the", "\"And that,\" shrugged Ivy Hendricks, \"Is that.\"\nThree weeks passed in the timeless limbo of second-order flight. Blast" ], [ "Ivy could feel her heart pounding under her blouse. Her face was\n deadly pale, mouth pinched and drawn. This was the first time in battle\n for any of them ... and she dug her fingernails into her palms trying\n not to be afraid.", "Strykalski was rapping out his orders with machine-gun rapidity, making\n ready to fight his ship if need be ... and against lop-sided odds. But\n years of training were guiding him now.", "Old Aphrodisiac readied herself for war.\nLike a maddened bull terrier, the old monitor charged at the Eridan", "Strike felt the bottom dropping out of his stomach, and he knew that\n all the others felt the same. If this was a war, they were the ones", "Then Strike broke the spell. The effort was great, but it brushed away\n the shadows that had risen to plague them from the tortured abyss of", "there and he's having fits. There isn't a star in sight he recognizes\n and the whole hull of the ship is\nglowing\n!\"", "strange. And there was loneliness. From the dark corners of his mind,\n the terrible loneliness came stealing forth. Never had a group of human\n beings been so frighteningly\napart", "lesser extent, even the leaded glassteel of the port was covered with a\n dim, dancing witchfire. It was as though the ship were being bombarded\n by a continuous shower of microscopic fire bombs.", "vicious will to live that drove the Tellurian warship and her crew. But\n their numbers wore her down, cutting her strength with each blow that\n chanced to connect.", "She struggled out of the flying bridge and down the ramp toward the\n engine deck. Strike and Cob stayed and sweated and cursed and fought.\n It seemed that she would never report.", "\"And that,\" shrugged Ivy Hendricks, \"Is that.\"\nThree weeks passed in the timeless limbo of second-order flight. Blast", "Cob and Strykalski rushed back to the port, straining to see the\n back-curving plates of the hull. Ivy was right. The metal, and to a", "commission for at least six hours. And they couldn't last six hours.\n They couldn't last another ten minutes. It was only the practiced hands\n of her Captain and crew that kept the", "begun. Swarms of techmen seemed to burst from the dome and take her\n over. Welders and physicists, naval architects and shipfitters, all", "\"Check your accumulators. We may have to fight. Have the gun-pointers\n get the plots from Radar. And load fish into all tubes.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir!\" the woman rapped out.", "But there were too many. They hemmed her in, heat rays ever slashing,\n wounding her. Strykalski fought her controls, cursing her, coaxing", "The others felt it, too. Ivy and Cob drew closer, until all three stood\n touching each other; as though they could dispel the loneliness of the", "ship. They were in second-order flight again, and traveling above light\n speed. Within seconds, contact would be made with the advance units of\n the alien fleet.", "\"We're caught, Ivy!\" Strike shouted to the girl over the noises of\n battle. \"She can't stand much more of this!\"", "Aboard, all hands stood at GQ. On the flying bridge Strykalski and\n Coburn Whitley worked steadily to set the ship into the proper position" ], [ "Being non-entities in themselves, and only limbs of the single\n mentality that rested secure on its home world, the Eridans lacked the", "It was only the fact that they could return at will to their own\n space ... and the danger of the questing Eridans ... that kept one or", "it in so many words ... no one was anxious for another encounter\n with the rapacious Eridans. With typically human adaptiveness they\n had sublimated their fear of the unknown space in which they found", "the thing that was the group-mind of the Eridans guided the thousand\n leathery tentacles that controlled the hundred and fifty black\n spaceships. The soft quivering bulk of it throbbed with excitement as", "They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence.\nThe second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the\n alien space toward the spot where 40 Eridani C existed on the other\n side of the barrier.", "who would have to fight it. And the Eridans! Awful leathery creatures\n with tentacles ... chlorine breathers! They would make a formidable", "\"No, sir. The density index indicates spacecraft. High value in the\n chlorine lines....\"\n\n\n \"Eridans!\" cried Ivy.", "Only CSN Intelligence knew that the Eridans were warlike ... and that\n they were strongly suspected of having interstellar flight....", "Fleet skeeterboats had discovered a race of group-minded, non-human\n intelligences on the planets of 40 Eridani C. They lived in frozen\n worlds that were untenable for humans. And they were apparently all", "Old Aphrodisiac readied herself for war.\nLike a maddened bull terrier, the old monitor charged at the Eridan", "\"Just give me the dope,\" ordered Strike.\n\n\n \"The Admiral orders us to quote make a diversionary attack on the\n planet of 40 Eridani C II unquote,\" said the squawk-box flatly.", "crew was a unit ... a team in the true sense\n of the word. They served in her because they wanted to ... would serve", "reception at the hands of the defenders of 40 Eridani C II, while here\n was mystery at close range. Mystery that was not cosmic in scope ...", "themselves. Curiosity took the place of fear and here was something\n close at hand to probe. Anthropoid inquisitiveness prevailed.", "Strike felt the bottom dropping out of his stomach, and he knew that\n all the others felt the same. If this was a war, they were the ones", "old bucket of a space-ship—why should the\n\n leathery-tentacled, chlorine-breathing\n\n Eridans take them seriously?", "commission for at least six hours. And they couldn't last six hours.\n They couldn't last another ten minutes. It was only the practiced hands\n of her Captain and crew that kept the", "reconnoiter the 40 Eridani C system of five planets. Strykalski added\n rather dryly that it was likely to be the former, since Space Admiral\n Gorman had no great affection for either the", "\"And that,\" shrugged Ivy Hendricks, \"Is that.\"\nThree weeks passed in the timeless limbo of second-order flight. Blast", "racial memory. It brought them back to what they were: highly civilized\n people, parts of an intricately technological culture. Their ship\n was a part of that culture. The only part they could cling to. The" ], [ "ship. They were in second-order flight again, and traveling above light\n speed. Within seconds, contact would be made with the advance units of\n the alien fleet.", "Ivy stumbled across the throbbing deck to stand at Strykalski's side.\n \"The hyper drive!\" she yelled, \"The hyper drive!\"", "\"Golly!\" Celia Graham was wide-eyed. \"I always thought of hyperspace as\n a ... well, sort of an abstraction.\"", "\"And why was the\nCleopatra\nchosen?\" added Celia curiously.\n\n\n \"Well, I'll make it short,\" Ivy said. \"We're going to make a hyper-ship\n out of her.\"", "\"What?\" The astrogator sounded as though he thought Strike had lost his\n mind. \"Through\nthis\nspace?\"", "calculations, 40 Eridani C would be within 40,000,000 miles of them\n when the ship emerged from hyper space.", "A tense week passed and then the ship neared the spot where a\n change over to prime-space could be effected. According to Bayne's", "commission for at least six hours. And they couldn't last six hours.\n They couldn't last another ten minutes. It was only the practiced hands\n of her Captain and crew that kept the", "He heard himself saying sharply into Ivy's communicator: \"See to it\n that my ship is fueled and armed for space within three hours!\"", "\"Right here, Captain,\" came Cob Whitley's voice from the bridge.\n\n\n \"Shift into second-order! We'll have to try and run their net!\"", "there and he's having fits. There isn't a star in sight he recognizes\n and the whole hull of the ship is\nglowing\n!\"", "\"Hyper-ship?\" Cob was perplexed.", "They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence.\nThe second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the\n alien space toward the spot where 40 Eridani C existed on the other\n side of the barrier.", "just a swarm of innocuous seeming planetoids ... the first explorable\n worlds that they had neared in this universe. Strike decided to heave\n to and examine their find. Ivy wanted samples and though no one said", "hyper drive's warp field. With a prayer on his lips, he slapped at the\n switches with wild abandon....\nThe sudden silence was like a physical blow. Strike staggered to the", "racial memory. It brought them back to what they were: highly civilized\n people, parts of an intricately technological culture. Their ship\n was a part of that culture. The only part they could cling to. The", "\"Plot us a course to 40 Eridani C, Bayne,\" Strykalski directed. \"On\n gyro-headings.\"", "\"Just give me the dope,\" ordered Strike.\n\n\n \"The Admiral orders us to quote make a diversionary attack on the\n planet of 40 Eridani C II unquote,\" said the squawk-box flatly.", "Strykalski lurched from his chair as another ray caught the ship for an\n instant and heated a spot on the wall to a cherry red. Gods! he prayed\n fervently. Let it work!", "\"Astrogation here,\" came the shaky reply. In the exposed blisters the\n agoraphobia must be more acute, reasoned Strike, and Bayne must have" ], [ "ship. They were in second-order flight again, and traveling above light\n speed. Within seconds, contact would be made with the advance units of\n the alien fleet.", "\"What?\" The astrogator sounded as though he thought Strike had lost his\n mind. \"Through\nthis\nspace?\"", "disks in the starboard ports. At a distance of 90,000,000 miles from\n the Dog Star, its fourteen heavy-gravity planets were plainly visible\n through the electron telescope.", "They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence.\nThe second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the\n alien space toward the spot where 40 Eridani C existed on the other\n side of the barrier.", "warship existed under a completely different set of physical laws than\n did the heavenly bodies of this strange space.", "He was conscious of Cob standing beside him, looking out into this\n unknown universe and whispering in awe: \"\nWe're\nthe aliens here....\"", "just a swarm of innocuous seeming planetoids ... the first explorable\n worlds that they had neared in this universe. Strike decided to heave\n to and examine their find. Ivy wanted samples and though no one said", "the thing that was the group-mind of the Eridans guided the thousand\n leathery tentacles that controlled the hundred and fifty black\n spaceships. The soft quivering bulk of it throbbed with excitement as", "accepted classifications in all particulars ... except one. And that\n one had the scientist tearing his hair. The mass of every observable\n body except the ship herself was practically non-existent. Even the two", "racial memory. It brought them back to what they were: highly civilized\n people, parts of an intricately technological culture. Their ship\n was a part of that culture. The only part they could cling to. The", "Torpedoes from the tubes that circled her beam found marks out in\n space and leathery aliens died, their black ships burst asunder by the\n violence of new atoms being created from old.", "\"Astrogation here,\" came the shaky reply. In the exposed blisters the\n agoraphobia must be more acute, reasoned Strike, and Bayne must have", "there and he's having fits. There isn't a star in sight he recognizes\n and the whole hull of the ship is\nglowing\n!\"", "\"Plot us a course to 40 Eridani C, Bayne,\" Strykalski directed. \"On\n gyro-headings.\"", "port and looked out. No alien ships filled the void with crisscrossing\n rays. No torpedoes flashed. The\nCleopatra\nwas alone, floating in", "The ship's tactical astrophysicist brought in some disturbing reports\n on the stars that shone brightly all around her. They fitted the", "\"Right on the nose, Strike,\" she returned. Then she broke into a wide\n smile. \"Besides, I wouldn't want to enter an alien cosmos with anyone\n but Lover-Girl's family. It wouldn't be right.\"", "And then the Radar section picked up the planetoids. Millions of them,\n large and small, lay in a globular cluster dead ahead. They spread out", "There were no familiar constellations. The stars were spread evenly\n across the ebony bowl of the sky, and they looked back at him with an\n alien, icy disdain.", "Fleet skeeterboats had discovered a race of group-minded, non-human\n intelligences on the planets of 40 Eridani C. They lived in frozen\n worlds that were untenable for humans. And they were apparently all" ] ]

[ "Why did Dennis' girlfriend leave him?", "Why did Dennis frown at the dancer?", "Where is International Police headquarters located?", "What would have happened if Dennis had not gone to the chamber?", "Why was Dennis sent on the mission even though he was grounded?", "Why was the journey not a new adventure for the captain?", "What is the most likely reason Dennis was sympathetic toward Randall even though his failure caused a catastrophe?", "What caused the shadow behind Koerber's ship" ]

[ [ "She wanted to take a new job", "She was upset about his visit to the chamber", "She was upset he cheated with 5 or 6 women from other planets", "She couldn't compete with his love of space travel" ], [ "It was too cold", "She was writhing", "She was beautiful", "He wanted to be left alone to think" ], [ "Mercury", "Mars", "Venus", "Terra" ], [ "Bertram would have been upset", "Marla would not have been captured by Koerber", "Koerber would not have been captured", "Dennis would have been grounded" ], [ "They wanted Koerber brought back alive", "His grounding had been done in error", "He was sent by mistake", "The mission was likely to be deadly" ], [ "He disliked flying lightning fast", "He'd never spent sleepless nights in eternal vigilance", "He did not have his usual luxurious office onboard", "He was the only one who had been to the outer planets before" ], [ "He was angry at Dallas for criticizing Randall", "He thought Randall had no place in the I S P", "He could relate Randall's behavior to his experience with Koerber", "He knew Randall was a coward" ], [ "A transport ship", "A large planet", "An asteroid", "A small planet" ] ]

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[ [ "began to leave no doubt as to her intentions. The girl was beautiful,\n in a sultry, almost incandescent sort of way, but her open promise left\n him cold. He wanted solitude, somewhere to coordinate his thoughts", "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"", "Dennis Brooke was thirty, the time when youth no longer seems unending.\n When the minor adventures of the heart begin to pall. If the loss of", "Brooke. A high-pitched scream brought instant silence as a Terran girl\n cried out. Then the Martian's hand reached out hungrily. But Dennis was\n not there.", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "Dennis Brooke had lost count of the times he'd read Marla's last\n letter, but every time he came to these final, poignant lines, they", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "the anger in Brooke's heart. Thinking it over calmly, Dennis realized\n this was the youngster's first trip into the outer orbits, and better", "was not through. His powerful right shot like a blast straight for\n Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took\n it, flat-footed, without flinching; then he let his right ride over", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one\n side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis", "Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international\n police arrived, and then he had the surprise of his life. Upon search,", "Dennis Brooke shrugged his shoulders, shoulders that would have put to\n shame the Athenian statues of another age. A faint, bitter smile curved", "Dennis sighed, he tilted his red, curly head and drank deeply of the\n insidious\nVerbena", "desk, frowned slightly as Dennis Brooke entered. He eyed the six foot\n four frame of the Captain before him with a mixture of feelings, as\n if uncertain how to begin. Finally, he sighed as if, having come to a", "\"Yep,\" Dennis nodded. \"But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds\n on my ship. Get it!\" The last two words cut like a scimitar.", "It cost a young fortune. But to pleasure mad, boom-ridden Venus, a\n fortune was a bagatelle. Only it had cost Dennis Brooke far more than a", "\"When do I leave, Commander!\" Dennis Brooke's voice was like a javelin\n of ice.", "those eyes, and something else ... envy, perhaps, or was it jealousy?\n Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger\n brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"\nAnd so, my dear\n,\" Dennis detected a faint irony in the phrase, \"" ], [ "in Dennis' mind; he frowned slightly as the maneuvers of the Mercurian\n dancer, who writhed among the guests of the notorious pleasure palace,", "desk, frowned slightly as Dennis Brooke entered. He eyed the six foot\n four frame of the Captain before him with a mixture of feelings, as\n if uncertain how to begin. Finally, he sighed as if, having come to a", "Dennis Brooke shrugged his shoulders, shoulders that would have put to\n shame the Athenian statues of another age. A faint, bitter smile curved", "those eyes, and something else ... envy, perhaps, or was it jealousy?\n Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger\n brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one\n side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis", "venomous stare of the Mercurian Dancer, of the excited voices of the\n guests and the emphatic disapproval of the Venusian proprietor who", "For a long moment the four men looked at each other in silence. Dennis\n Brooke's face was still impassive but for the flaming hazel eyes. Tom", "was not through. His powerful right shot like a blast straight for\n Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took\n it, flat-footed, without flinching; then he let his right ride over", "Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international\n police arrived, and then he had the surprise of his life. Upon search,", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "Dennis sighed, he tilted his red, curly head and drank deeply of the\n insidious\nVerbena", "Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his\n quarry slow down. Instantly he seized the chance and ordered a salvo", "Some of the guests laughed, others stared in plain envy at the\n handsome, red-haired spacer, but from the table across, came the", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "Dennis Brooke was thirty, the time when youth no longer seems unending.\n When the minor adventures of the heart begin to pall. If the loss of", "\"Yep,\" Dennis nodded. \"But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds\n on my ship. Get it!\" The last two words cut like a scimitar.", "maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he\n sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the\n maneuver avoided it.", "\"Probably hiding his head under a bunk!\" Dallas laughed with scorn. His\n contemptuous remark voiced the feelings of the entire crew. A man who", "Dennis, Tom Jeffery and Scotty Byrnes raced to the control room,\n followed by the ponderous Dallas to whom hurry in any form was" ], [ "Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international\n police arrived, and then he had the surprise of his life. Upon search,", "\"Better come to Headquarters with me, Dennis,\" the lieutenant said\n gently. \"We'll say you captured him, and if he's Koerber's, the", "Chamber, in Venus' fabulous Inter-planetary Palace, he would have been\n ready for duty to complete the last link in the net of I.S.P. cruisers\n that almost surrounded the space pirate.", "the police found a tiny, but fatal silvery tube holstered under his\n left arm-pit—an atomic-disintegrator, forbidden throughout the\n interplanetary League. Only major criminals and space pirates still", "\"Looks like your brawl has turned out to be a piece of fool's luck,\n Brooke!\" The Police Lieutenant favored Dennis with a wry smile. \"If", "Aboard the I.S.P. Cruiser, a surprise awaited them. It was young George\n Randall, whose excited face met them as soon as they had entered the\n airlocks and removed the space suits.", "I'm not mistaken this chap's a member of Bren Koerber's pirate crew.\n Who else could afford to risk his neck at the International, and have", "All but George Randall. Now that action was imminent. Something gripped\n his throat until he could hardly stand the tight collar of his I.S.P.", "Dallas nodded and lowered his eyes. Scotty shifted his cud and spat\n a thin stream of juice over the iridescent ground. One by one they\n re-entered the cruiser.", "credit's yours. A trip to Terra's what you need, Venus for you is a\n hoodoo!\"\nThe stern, white haired I.S.P. Commander behind the immense Aluminil", "Commander Bertram nodded his head. \"I brought you here for that\n purpose, son. We have reached a point in our war with Koerber, where\n the last stakes must be played ... and the last stake is death!\"", "Scotty Byrnes was already dashing to the engine room, where his beloved\n motors purred with an ascending hum. Aboard the I.S.P. Cruiser each", "in his possession a disintegrator? Pity we have no complete records\n on that devil's crew! Anyway, we'll radio the I.S.P., perhaps they", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "the I.S.P. cruiser with such a maneuver. Ordinarily, it would have\n succeeded, no I.S.P. patrol ship would have dared to venture into such", "In the compact, super-armored control room, Captain Brooke watched\n the telecast's viso-screen, with hungry eyes that were golden with", "A figure appeared in the slanting doorway of the ship in time to hear\n the last words. It was George Randall, adjusting a bandaged forehead\n bumped during the crash landing.", "Commander Bertram turned slowly to face the young I.S.P. captain, whose\n features were a mask devoid of all expression now, save for the pallor\n and the burning fire in his eyes.", "\"", "Dennis, Tom Jeffery and Scotty Byrnes raced to the control room,\n followed by the ponderous Dallas to whom hurry in any form was" ], [ "a trap without specific orders. But to Dennis Brooke, directing the\n chase from the control room, even certain death was welcome, if only he\n could take Koerber with him.", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "was not through. His powerful right shot like a blast straight for\n Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took\n it, flat-footed, without flinching; then he let his right ride over", "Dennis, Tom Jeffery and Scotty Byrnes raced to the control room,\n followed by the ponderous Dallas to whom hurry in any form was", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"", "one\nchance at that spawn of unthinkable\n begetting! Let me try, and I promise you ...\" in his torture, Dennis", "Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his\n quarry slow down. Instantly he seized the chance and ordered a salvo", "Chamber, in Venus' fabulous Inter-planetary Palace, he would have been\n ready for duty to complete the last link in the net of I.S.P. cruisers\n that almost surrounded the space pirate.", "Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international\n police arrived, and then he had the surprise of his life. Upon search,", "\"Better come to Headquarters with me, Dennis,\" the lieutenant said\n gently. \"We'll say you captured him, and if he's Koerber's, the", "\"But for him we wouldn't be here!\" Dallas exclaimed. \"Aagh!\" He shook\n his head in disgust until the several folds of flesh under his chin\n shook like gelatin. \"Cowards are hell!\" He spat.", "feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one\n side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis", "desk, frowned slightly as Dennis Brooke entered. He eyed the six foot\n four frame of the Captain before him with a mixture of feelings, as\n if uncertain how to begin. Finally, he sighed as if, having come to a", "maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he\n sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the\n maneuver avoided it.", "For a long moment the four men looked at each other in silence. Dennis\n Brooke's face was still impassive but for the flaming hazel eyes. Tom", "Dennis Brooke smiled. His own heart was hammering, and inwardly he\n prayed that it were Koerber. It had to be! No interplanetary passenger", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "in Dennis' mind; he frowned slightly as the maneuvers of the Mercurian\n dancer, who writhed among the guests of the notorious pleasure palace,", "Dennis Brooke was thirty, the time when youth no longer seems unending.\n When the minor adventures of the heart begin to pall. If the loss of" ], [ "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his\n quarry slow down. Instantly he seized the chance and ordered a salvo", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international\n police arrived, and then he had the surprise of his life. Upon search,", "feet with the speed of an Hellacorium, the table went crashing to one\n side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis", "\"Yep,\" Dennis nodded. \"But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds\n on my ship. Get it!\" The last two words cut like a scimitar.", "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"", "was not through. His powerful right shot like a blast straight for\n Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took\n it, flat-footed, without flinching; then he let his right ride over", "Dennis, Tom Jeffery and Scotty Byrnes raced to the control room,\n followed by the ponderous Dallas to whom hurry in any form was", "the anger in Brooke's heart. Thinking it over calmly, Dennis realized\n this was the youngster's first trip into the outer orbits, and better", "desk, frowned slightly as Dennis Brooke entered. He eyed the six foot\n four frame of the Captain before him with a mixture of feelings, as\n if uncertain how to begin. Finally, he sighed as if, having come to a", "a visual record of all we know about the passenger spacer that left\n Venus with passengers and cargo, as far as we could contact the vessel\n in space. This, Dennis,\" the Commander emphasized his words, \"is your", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "\"Better come to Headquarters with me, Dennis,\" the lieutenant said\n gently. \"We'll say you captured him, and if he's Koerber's, the", "those eyes, and something else ... envy, perhaps, or was it jealousy?\n Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger\n brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could", "versions, and with special additions. But they were spacemen, implicit\n in their loyalty, and with Dennis Brooke they could and did feel safe.", "a trap without specific orders. But to Dennis Brooke, directing the\n chase from the control room, even certain death was welcome, if only he\n could take Koerber with him.", "Dennis sighed, he tilted his red, curly head and drank deeply of the\n insidious\nVerbena", "maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he\n sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the\n maneuver avoided it.", "\"But for him we wouldn't be here!\" Dallas exclaimed. \"Aagh!\" He shook\n his head in disgust until the several folds of flesh under his chin\n shook like gelatin. \"Cowards are hell!\" He spat." ], [ "To all but Captain Brooke, this was a new adventure, their first\n assignment to duty in a search that went beyond the realm of the", "space. His young, beardless face, with the candid blue eyes went pale\n when the order was given. But presently, Captain Brooke named those who\n were to go beside himself:", "Their nerves were ragged. Days and days of fruitless search for a\n phantom ship that seemed to have vanished from space, and an equally\n elusive pirate whose whereabouts were hidden in the depths of\n fathomless space.", "Dennis Brooke was thirty, the time when youth no longer seems unending.\n When the minor adventures of the heart begin to pall. If the loss of", "Tom Jeffery, the tall, angular and red-faced Navigator, whose slow,\n easygoing movements belied the feral persistence of a tiger, and the", "Every member of the crew wanted to be among the boarding party, for\n all but George Randall, the junior member of the crew had served his", "A flight that had taken many hours to accomplish, was shortened on\n the viso-screen to a matter of minutes. They saw the great, proud", "by Scotty, and finally Captain Brooke himself. All left in silence, as\n if the tragedy that had occurred aboard the wrecked liner, had touched\n them intimately.", "shifted the Venusian weed that made a perpetual bulge on his cheek and\n gazed curiously at Captain Brooke. They all knew the story in various", "And then began another type of battle. Hearing the Captain's orders to\n Randall, and noting that no result had been obtained, Scotty Byrnes", "you'll understand the futility of trying to convince me again. Anyway,\n there will be no temptation, for I'm sailing on a new assignment I've\n accepted. I did love you.... Good-by.", "recklessness—and on your success depends far more than the capture of\n an outlaw.\" Bertram smiled thinly. \"Happy landing!\"\nII", "A figure appeared in the slanting doorway of the ship in time to hear\n the last words. It was George Randall, adjusting a bandaged forehead\n bumped during the crash landing.", "\"Captain ... I ... I wanted ...\" he paused unable to continue.\n\n\n \"You wanted what?\" Captain Brooke's voice was terse. \"Perhaps you\n wanted to explain why you weren't at your battle station?\"", "desk, frowned slightly as Dennis Brooke entered. He eyed the six foot\n four frame of the Captain before him with a mixture of feelings, as\n if uncertain how to begin. Finally, he sighed as if, having come to a", "Inside the liner, Captain Dennis Brooke had finished making a detailed\n survey.", "member of the crew raced to his assigned task without delay. Action\n impended, and after days and nights of inertia, it was a blessed", "\"Probably hiding his head under a bunk!\" Dallas laughed with scorn. His\n contemptuous remark voiced the feelings of the entire crew. A man who", "book, and then we'll decide on a party to explore the terrain and try\n to find out what happened to Koerber's ship. I must know,\" he said in a", "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"" ], [ "\"Easy, Dallas, Randall's a kid, give 'im a chance.\" Dennis observed.", "\"Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for\n two reasons. The first one you already know—your capture of one of", "\"Commander,\" Dennis said, and his rich baritone voice had depths of\n emotion so great that they startled Commander Bertram himself—and", "those eyes, and something else ... envy, perhaps, or was it jealousy?\n Dennis couldn't tell. But his senses became instantly alert. Danger\n brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could", "Dennis tried not to think of Marla, too great an ache was involved in\n thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice\n was harsh, laconic:\n\n\n \"Prepare to return!\"", "Dennis Brooke was thirty, the time when youth no longer seems unending.\n When the minor adventures of the heart begin to pall. If the loss of", "was not through. His powerful right shot like a blast straight for\n Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took\n it, flat-footed, without flinching; then he let his right ride over", "Dennis Brooke had lost count of the times he'd read Marla's last\n letter, but every time he came to these final, poignant lines, they", "For a long moment the four men looked at each other in silence. Dennis\n Brooke's face was still impassive but for the flaming hazel eyes. Tom", "the anger in Brooke's heart. Thinking it over calmly, Dennis realized\n this was the youngster's first trip into the outer orbits, and better", "desk, frowned slightly as Dennis Brooke entered. He eyed the six foot\n four frame of the Captain before him with a mixture of feelings, as\n if uncertain how to begin. Finally, he sighed as if, having come to a", "Dennis, Tom Jeffery and Scotty Byrnes raced to the control room,\n followed by the ponderous Dallas to whom hurry in any form was", "\"Certainly, Randall,\" he replied in a much more kindly tone. \"We'll\n need all hands now.\"", "Dennis Brooke's space-tanned features had gone pale. His large hazel\n eyes, fringed with auburn lashes, too long for a man, were bright slits", "George Randall breathed a sigh of relief. He watched them bridge the\n space to the drifting wreck, then saw them enter what had once been a", "A figure appeared in the slanting doorway of the ship in time to hear\n the last words. It was George Randall, adjusting a bandaged forehead\n bumped during the crash landing.", "Dennis Brooke shrugged his shoulders, shoulders that would have put to\n shame the Athenian statues of another age. A faint, bitter smile curved", "Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his\n quarry slow down. Instantly he seized the chance and ordered a salvo", "Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international\n police arrived, and then he had the surprise of his life. Upon search,", "\"Yep,\" Dennis nodded. \"But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds\n on my ship. Get it!\" The last two words cut like a scimitar." ], [ "It was then that Dennis Brooke saw the immense dark shadow looming\n immediately behind Koerber's ship. He saw the pirate cruiser zoom", "a crash. Far in the distance they could see Koerber's ship preceding\n them in a free fall, then the Planetoid was rushing up to engulf them.\nIII", "\"I think we got Koerber, though,\" he said at last. \"While Tom was doing\n a job of navigation, I had one last glimpse of him coming down fast\n and out of control somewhere behind those crags over there!\"", "midship showed on Koerber's Cruiser which trembled as if it had been\n mortally wounded. Then Dennis maneuvered his cruiser into a power", "Koerber's lashing magnetic beam touched and the I.S.P. ship was caught,\n forced to follow the pirate ship's plunge like the weight at the end of", "maneuvered to avoid the beam. Again Koerber's beam lashed out, as he\n sank lower into the looming mass, and again Dennis anticipating the\n maneuver avoided it.", "Commander Bertram nodded his head. \"I brought you here for that\n purpose, son. We have reached a point in our war with Koerber, where\n the last stakes must be played ... and the last stake is death!\"", "book, and then we'll decide on a party to explore the terrain and try\n to find out what happened to Koerber's ship. I must know,\" he said in a", "avail. It was then that Koerber played his last card. Sensing he was\n doomed, he tried to draw the I.S.P. Cruiser down with him. A powerful", "the strange world to which Koerber's magnetic Beam had drawn them,\n was anything but reassuring. Towering crags jutted raggedly against", "\"But, you may as well know it,\" Scotty replied quietly. \"That parting\n shot of Koerber's severed our main rocket feed. I had to use the\n emergency tank to make it down here!\"", "Their nerves were ragged. Days and days of fruitless search for a\n phantom ship that seemed to have vanished from space, and an equally\n elusive pirate whose whereabouts were hidden in the depths of\n fathomless space.", "from starboard. Koerber's powerful spacer reeled, dived and came up\n spewing Genton-shells. The battle was on at last.", "Dennis Brooke smiled. His own heart was hammering, and inwardly he\n prayed that it were Koerber. It had to be! No interplanetary passenger", "out of order. And finally, those Genton shells could only have been\n fired by Koerber!\" He tried to maintain a calm exterior, but inwardly", "True, Koerber's escape from the I.S.P. net had not quite been his\n fault; but had he not been enjoying the joys of a voluptuous Jovian", "where life might have endured, but now, all hope was gone. Only a great\n resolve to deal with Koerber once and for all remained to him.", "\"Marla!\" He breathed at last. The thought of Marla in the power\n of Koerber sent a wave of anguish that seared through him like an\n atom-blast.", "Koerber's henchmen—has given us a line as to his present orbit of\n piracy, and the means of a check on his activities. But that's not", "a whiplash. Koerber's gunners sent one parting shot, an atom-blast that\n shook the trapped cruiser like a leaf." ] ]

[ "Why did people say the story about Clinton hiding under a blanket to meet a woman was untrue?", "What made it easier for previous presidents to get away with adultery?", "Why did the press not report on JFK's adultery?", "Where in the White House is it feasible for the president to meet a woman?", "What is the best way for a president to sneak a woman into the White House?", "Why would the president choose to let agents go with him to meet a woman?", "What is the risk involved in the president sneaking out to a woman's house?", "Which of the 4 scenarios involves the fewest people knowing?", "Which president's staffers did not help explain how adultery could be possible?", "Which president had staffers find and bring in women for him?" ]

[ [ "They know Clinton cheats on his wife", "They were Clinton-haters", "He could not have gotten back home without being found out", "It was published by the Washington Times" ], [ "Their staff did not know", "They always tried to hide it well", "The secret service budget was small", "The reporters never found out" ], [ "They suspected it but did not want to print this kind of story", "They knew about it but felt threatened", "They suspected it but did not know for sure", "They never suspected it" ], [ "Only the East Wing", "Only the private quarters", "Only the oval office, bowling alley, or East Wing", "Only the private quarters or the office restroom" ], [ "Through the service elevator", "Through the oval office", "Through the tunnel", "Through the gate" ], [ "They will not record the visit in their logs", "There is no way he can avoid it", "The agents will drive the car for him", "He would have to notify a cabinet member to get out of it" ], [ "The agents may refuse to go with him", "He has to inform the head of the secret service", "The agents will record the visit and make it public", "People living near the woman might notice the agents" ], [ "White House ", "Visiting the woman", "Camp David", "Hotel" ], [ "Clinton", "Carter", "Bush", "Ford" ], [ "Kennedy and Clinton", "Kennedy", "Clinton", "Harding" ] ]

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But it", "the president of the United States to commit adultery and", "a group of friends and staffers--including his paramour but not", "knew about their affair included: Kennedy's personal aides and secretary", "staffers, the Secret Service, former aides to Presidents Reagan and", "Well, no. Though Clinton slavishly emulates JFK in every other way, he'd be a fool to steal Kennedy's MO d'amour . Here's why:", "the splashier rumors about White House fornication. First, the", "it seems, Jackie's own press secretary). Kennedy made assignations outside", "If Kennedy did it, so can Clinton.", "and Bush--demolished Aldrich's claims. Clinton couldn't give his Secret", "Gary Aldrich's tale sounded too good to be true.", "the Treasury Department is all-but-useless to the presidential adulterer.", "bothered to hide his conquests. According to Kennedy mistress (and", "write about them. White House journalists knew about, or at", "he walks around the White House), couldn't arrange a private", "scenarios for presidential adultery.", "a story about it. Ask Gary Hart if reporters would" ], [ "Kennedy seduced women on the White House staff (including, it", "presidential adultery is common. Warren Harding cavorted with Nan", "it seems, Jackie's own press secretary). Kennedy made assignations outside", "The logistics of presidential adultery.", "of John F. Kennedy, who turned presidential hanky-panky into", "bothered to hide his conquests. According to Kennedy mistress (and", "Well, no. Though Clinton slavishly emulates JFK in every other way, he'd be a fool to steal Kennedy's MO d'amour . Here's why:", "would know that the presidential entourage included an attractive woman,", "The girlfriend is assigned the cabin next to the president's", "the splashier rumors about White House fornication. First, the", "into a science. Kennedy invited mistresses to the White House", "If Kennedy did it, so can Clinton.", "Nan Britton and Carrie Phillips. Franklin Roosevelt \"entertained\" Lucy", "installed a direct-dial line in the private quarters.) The president", "where the president can have safe (i.e. uninterrupted) sex.", "knew about their affair included: Kennedy's personal aides and secretary", "a group of friends and staffers--including his paramour but not", "a randy president to do? Any modern presidential affair would", "perhaps, the Oval Office bathroom. Unless the president is an", "staffers, the Secret Service, former aides to Presidents Reagan and" ] ]

[ "What is Evelyn’s key defense weapon?", "What was the relationship between the globes?", "What is the relationship like between Perat and Evelyn?", "How did the globes crash together?", "What is the most likely anatomy of the inhabited spacecrafts in the story?", "Do the Terrans ever come close to winning the battle within the story?", "What do we know about the powers of Evelyn’s mother and father?" ]

[ [ "She carries a concealed laser gun", "Her active communication with the mentors", "She has no way of defending herself since appearing defenseless is an asset to her", "Her weapons are telepathic and magical in nature" ], [ "We never find out ", "There had been a misunderstanding", "They desired each other’s resources", "One wished to conquer the other" ], [ "Perat was manipulative of Evelyn because he probed her true consciousness", "Evelyn was unaware of Perat’s brutality and so became smitten", "Evelyn was in love, but blind to Perat’s master plan", "Perat was trusting of Evelyn because she fooled him " ], [ "In a loss of navigation", "In a loss of thrusters", "In a kamikaze strike", "In a planned collision by the Defender" ], [ "They are natural planets outfitted with propelling devices to move them through space", "They are meteors fitted with spaceship components", "They outwardly appear as streamlined torpedo spaceships with interior rooms containing similar plant life to Earth", "They are crafted planets made to be much like Earth with spaceship components within to propel them" ], [ "No, they continually lose", "They win the whole battle with less casualties", "Yes, by the surprise squadron Evelyn leads", "Yes, by Evelyn cloning soldiers into battle" ], [ "Her father has no special powers", "We don’t know anything about their powers", "Her mother was telepathic", "Her father was telepathic" ] ]

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[ [ "and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an\n unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic\n of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel", "Evelyn Kane smiled gently at the impotent, inwardly raging inquisitor.\n She took the paper, folded it, and placed it in a pocket in her blouse.\n \"Call the guards,\" she ordered.", "Evelyn turned in profile to the beam-gun and stretched luxuriously,\n hoping that her grimace of pain could not be detected. With", "somewhere. Evelyn made the rhythm part of her as she swayed slowly on\n tiptoe.", "Evelyn cleared her throat, averted her eyes, and with some effort,\n managed a delicate flush. \"I meant to say, I thought I would be happier\n working for—working here. So I asked for a transfer.\"", "\"Odd scent,\" corrected Evelyn cryptically. She was thinking about\n the earnest faces of the mentors as they instructed her carefully in", "Evelyn's hands knotted unconsciously. She forced her body to relax, but\n her mind was racing. This introduced another variable to be controlled\n in her plan for destruction. She\nmust\nmake it a known quantity.", "In the anteroom a grey cat looked her over curiously, and Evelyn\n frowned. She might have to get rid of the cat if she stayed here. Under\n certain circumstances the animal could prove her deadliest enemy.", "was alert for roving alien minds. She had left her weapons inside the\n cubicle, except for the three things in the little leather bag dangling\n from her waist, for she knew that her greatest weapon in the struggle", "Evelyn studied the trio with growing wonder. The old man and the boy\n were complete strangers.\nBut the woman—!", "Evelyn Kane crossed her arms across her chest and felt her broken rib\n gingerly. The inquisitor stared up at her in sadistic admiration. He", "Hips dipping, Evelyn sauntered into the shattered copse. The man moved\n faster, though still trying to approach quietly. Most of the radions in", "Evelyn Kane awoke, breathing slowly and painfully. The top of the\n cubicle was bulging inward on her chest, and it seemed likely that a", "She nodded dumbly. Her palm was so wet that a drop of sweat dropped\n from it to the floor. She was thinking hard. She could kill the", "hard and thinking. She had no means to construct another key. At best,\n finding the rare tools and parts would take months, and during the\n interval the invaders would be cutting loose from the dead hulk that", "would have to be something personal. She looked at the false black in\n his eyebrows and sideburns, and the artificial way in which he had\n combed hair over his bald spot. She crossed her knees slowly, ignoring", "The man leaning on the balustrade turned and looked at Evelyn, at first\n with amused contempt, then with narrowing, questioning eyes.\n\n\n \"Come here,\" he ordered.", "The woman stared frankly back at him with her clear blue eyes. The\n guards on either side of her dug their nails into her arms, as was\n their custom with recalcitrant prisoners, but she took no notice.", "Perat seemed to be debating with himself as she sat down on her own\n couch to rest. He got up, unlocked his desk, and drew out a tiny reel", "She thought quickly. This pompous little ass would have to be given\n some answer that would keep him from checking with the inquisitor. It" ], [ "And then, in an intergalactic proton storm beyond the Lesser Magellanic\n Cloud, the globes lost their bearings and collided. Hordes of brute-men\n poured through the crushed outer armor of the stricken\nDefender\n.", "destroy both globes in the moment of our inevitable defeat. If they are\n successful, you will have the task of pressing the final button of the\n battle.\"", "Suddenly the center of the room was bright with a ball of light some\n two feet in diameter, and inside the luminous sphere were an old man, a", "The five hundred and sixth heir of Tharn was of uncertain age, as were\n most of the men of both globes. Only the left side of his face could be", "battle globes had crunched together the mentors had sealed her in this\n tiny cell, dormant, unwaking, to be livened only when it was certain\n her countrymen had either definitely won—or lost.", "battle globe. But it had not grown fast enough, for when the Scythian\n globe,\nThe Invader\n, sprang out of black space to enslave the budding", "cut loose from the enemy globe. But you do your work well\"—winking\n artfully—\"and I'll see that—\"", "She had only to find the relay beside her cot, press the key that would\n set in motion gigantic prime movers in the heart of the great globe,\n and the conquerors would join the conquered in the wide and nameless\n grave of space.", "For twenty years, in company with her great father, she had watched\nThe Defender\ngrow from a vast metal skeleton into a planet-sized", "clutched their conquering battle globe in a metallic rigor mortis.", "\"That's all, except that he included this ring.\" He pulled one of the\n duplicate jewels from his right middle finger and tossed it to her.", "The woman stared frankly back at him with her clear blue eyes. The\n guards on either side of her dug their nails into her arms, as was\n their custom with recalcitrant prisoners, but she took no notice.", "His fine tired eyes had studied her face in enigmatic appraisal. \"Then\n die usefully. The mentors are trying to develop a force that will", "\"You are right,\" he said coldly, still staring into the court below.\n \"Now that the long battle is over, there is little left to divert me.\"", "its kind on all the planets of the Tharn suns, a mineralogical freak,\n but I guess he found another. But why should I want two of them?\"", "With a forefinger he lifted up the mass of golden curls that hung\n over her right forehead and examined the scar hidden there, where the", "\"It's identical to the one he had made for me when I entered on my\n majority. For a long time it was thought that it was the only stone of", "\"Did your father send it to you?\" she asked.\n\n\n \"The day before you arrived here. It had been en route for months, of\n course.\"\n\n\n \"What did he say about it?\"", "Perat seemed to be debating with himself as she sat down on her own\n couch to rest. He got up, unlocked his desk, and drew out a tiny reel", "Fighting had passed this way, too, and recently. Many of the buildings\n were still smoking, and many of the radions high above were either" ], [ "for long. Perat was merely amused at her \"lie\" to his under-supervisor.\n He had accepted her at her own face value, as supplied by her false\n memories.", "Evelyn studied the trio with growing wonder. The old man and the boy\n were complete strangers.\nBut the woman—!", "and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an\n unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic\n of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel", "\"Existence is so full of mysteries, isn't it?\" murmured Perat.\n \"Sometimes it seems unfortunate that we must pass through a sentient\n phase on our way to death. This foolish, foolish war. Maybe the old\n count was right.\"", "Perat seemed to be debating with himself as she sat down on her own\n couch to rest. He got up, unlocked his desk, and drew out a tiny reel", "The man leaning on the balustrade turned and looked at Evelyn, at first\n with amused contempt, then with narrowing, questioning eyes.\n\n\n \"Come here,\" he ordered.", "Gorph looked at her uncertainly. \"Perat, Viscount of the Tharn Suns,\n sends you his compliments and wishes to see you on the balcony.\" He", "office staff, memorizing area designations, channels for official\n messages, and the names and authorizations of occupational field crews.\n By night she danced for Perat, who never took his eyes from her, nor", "\"Who is the Occupational Commandant for this Sector,\" she asked\n tersely. This must be done swiftly before the guards returned.\n\n\n \"Perat, Viscount of Tharn,\" replied the man mechanically.", "\"That is Phaen, my father,\" said Perat quietly. \"He stayed at home\n because he hated war. And that is a path in our country estate on", "\"Very well.\" Perat stepped to the door, then turned and looked back at\n her. \"On the other hand, I may need a clerk. It's way after hours, and\n the others have gone.\"", "somewhere. Evelyn made the rhythm part of her as she swayed slowly on\n tiptoe.", "\"Odd scent,\" corrected Evelyn cryptically. She was thinking about\n the earnest faces of the mentors as they instructed her carefully in", "This might be a very close thing. From the purse she took a bottle of\n perfume and rubbed her ear lobes casually.\n\n\n \"Odd smell,\" commented Perat, wrinkling his nose.", "Evelyn cleared her throat, averted her eyes, and with some effort,\n managed a delicate flush. \"I meant to say, I thought I would be happier\n working for—working here. So I asked for a transfer.\"", "Hips dipping, Evelyn sauntered into the shattered copse. The man moved\n faster, though still trying to approach quietly. Most of the radions in", "The table luminar was on now, and Perat was prowling hungrily about the\n room, his scar twisting his otherwise handsome face into a snarling\n scowl.", "Evelyn was extremely careful with her mental probe as she descended\n from the transport. The Occupational Commandant would undoubtedly\n be high-born and telepathic. He must not have occasion to suspect a", "In the anteroom a grey cat looked her over curiously, and Evelyn\n frowned. She might have to get rid of the cat if she stayed here. Under\n certain circumstances the animal could prove her deadliest enemy.", "Evelyn Kane felt a horrid chill creeping over her. The man's hair was\n white, now, and his proud face lined with deep furrows, but there could\n be no mistake. It was Gordon, Lord Kane." ], [ "And then, in an intergalactic proton storm beyond the Lesser Magellanic\n Cloud, the globes lost their bearings and collided. Hordes of brute-men\n poured through the crushed outer armor of the stricken\nDefender\n.", "destroy both globes in the moment of our inevitable defeat. If they are\n successful, you will have the task of pressing the final button of the\n battle.\"", "Suddenly the center of the room was bright with a ball of light some\n two feet in diameter, and inside the luminous sphere were an old man, a", "battle globes had crunched together the mentors had sealed her in this\n tiny cell, dormant, unwaking, to be livened only when it was certain\n her countrymen had either definitely won—or lost.", "She had only to find the relay beside her cot, press the key that would\n set in motion gigantic prime movers in the heart of the great globe,\n and the conquerors would join the conquered in the wide and nameless\n grave of space.", "and was lying on its side. The explosion that had crushed her cubicle\n had been terrific.", "the mile-high ceiling had been destroyed, and the light was poor. He\n was not surprised when he lost track of his quarry. He tip-toed rapidly\n onward, picking his way through the charred and fallen branches,", "battle globe. But it had not grown fast enough, for when the Scythian\n globe,\nThe Invader\n, sprang out of black space to enslave the budding", "clutched their conquering battle globe in a metallic rigor mortis.", "The five hundred and sixth heir of Tharn was of uncertain age, as were\n most of the men of both globes. Only the left side of his face could be", "thinking that she must turn up again soon. He had not gone twenty yards\n in this manner when a howl of unbearable fury sounded in his mind, and\n the dull light in his brain went out.", "It was a shattered ruin.\nOnce the fact was clear, she composed herself and lay there, breathing", "She fought for her life under that mile-high ceiling.\nBreathing deeply from her mental effort, the woman stepped from\n behind a great black tree trunk and hurried to the unconscious man.", "installed in the wall, flicked off the table luminar, and both of them\n waited in the dark, breathing rather loudly.", "Hips dipping, Evelyn sauntered into the shattered copse. The man moved\n faster, though still trying to approach quietly. Most of the radions in", "cut loose from the enemy globe. But you do your work well\"—winking\n artfully—\"and I'll see that—\"", "With some effort she worked herself out of the crumpled bed and lay on\n the floor of her little cubicle, panting and holding her chest with", "The Faeg dropped from her hand. With a titanic effort she activated her\n legs and walked toward him.\n\n\n He was studying her face very carefully.", "\"That's all, except that he included this ring.\" He pulled one of the\n duplicate jewels from his right middle finger and tossed it to her.", "both hands. The metal floor was very cold. Evidently the enemy torpedo\n fissionables had finally broken through to the center portions of the" ], [ "And then, in an intergalactic proton storm beyond the Lesser Magellanic\n Cloud, the globes lost their bearings and collided. Hordes of brute-men\n poured through the crushed outer armor of the stricken\nDefender\n.", "For twenty years, in company with her great father, she had watched\nThe Defender\ngrow from a vast metal skeleton into a planet-sized", "ship, letting in the icy breath of space. Small matter. Not by freezing\n would she die.", "itself from its orbit around Procyon and met\nThe Invader\nwith giant\n fission torpedoes.", "hard and thinking. She had no means to construct another key. At best,\n finding the rare tools and parts would take months, and during the\n interval the invaders would be cutting loose from the dead hulk that", "She had only to find the relay beside her cot, press the key that would\n set in motion gigantic prime movers in the heart of the great globe,\n and the conquerors would join the conquered in the wide and nameless\n grave of space.", "to her feet. The air was thin indeed, and frigid. She turned the valve\n of her portable oxygen bottle almost subconsciously, while exploring\n the surrounding blackened forest as far as she could see. Mentally she", "shot out or obscured by slowly drifting dust clouds. The acrid odor of\n radiation-remover was everywhere.", "Suddenly the center of the room was bright with a ball of light some\n two feet in diameter, and inside the luminous sphere were an old man, a", "The eyes of the inquisitor widened. \"So you admit to a Terran name.\n Well, Terran, you are charged with having stolen passage on a supply", "\"In half an hour our last space port will be captured,\" he had\n telepathed curtly. \"Only one more messenger ship can leave\nThe\n Defender\n. Be on it.\"\n\n\n \"No. I shall die here.\"", "*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STALEMATE IN SPACE ***\nStalemate In Space\nBy CHARLES L. HARNESS\nTwo mighty metal globes clung in a murderous", "She gave herself six weeks to accomplish this stalemate in space.", "\"So far as our records indicate,\" murmured Perat, \"the man down there\n is the last living Terran within\nThe Defender", "was alert for roving alien minds. She had left her weapons inside the\n cubicle, except for the three things in the little leather bag dangling\n from her waist, for she knew that her greatest weapon in the struggle", "For the last thirty \"nights\"—the hours allotted to rest and sleep—it\n had been thus. By \"day\" she probed furtively into the minds of the", "Gordon's daughter, but because this great proton storm will prevent\n radio contact with Terra for years, and we want someone to escape with\n our secret if and when our experiments prove successful.\"", "rib or two was broken. How long ago? Years? Minutes? She had no way of\n knowing. Her slender right hand found the oxygen valve and turned it.", "the trigger. There was a loud, hollow cough, but no recoil. The Terran\n officer, his eyes still closed and arms folded, sank to the ground,", "Evelyn was extremely careful with her mental probe as she descended\n from the transport. The Occupational Commandant would undoubtedly\n be high-born and telepathic. He must not have occasion to suspect a" ], [ "The Terrans could only fight for time and hope for a miracle.\nThe Defender\n, commanded by her father, Gordon, Lord Kane, hurled", "The woman seemed lost in thought for a long time. Slowly, she lifted\n the ugly little weapon. The doomed Terran looked up at her peacefully,\n without expression. She lowered the Faeg, her arm trembling.", "And then, in an intergalactic proton storm beyond the Lesser Magellanic\n Cloud, the globes lost their bearings and collided. Hordes of brute-men\n poured through the crushed outer armor of the stricken\nDefender\n.", "\"So far as our records indicate,\" murmured Perat, \"the man down there\n is the last living Terran within\nThe Defender", "He dropped his hand. \"I'm sorry,\" he said with a quiet weariness. \"I\n shouldn't have asked you to kill the Terran. It was a sorry joke.\"\n Then: \"Have you ever seen me before?\"", "\"In half an hour our last space port will be captured,\" he had\n telepathed curtly. \"Only one more messenger ship can leave\nThe\n Defender\n. Be on it.\"\n\n\n \"No. I shall die here.\"", "destroy both globes in the moment of our inevitable defeat. If they are\n successful, you will have the task of pressing the final button of the\n battle.\"", "the trigger. There was a loud, hollow cough, but no recoil. The Terran\n officer, his eyes still closed and arms folded, sank to the ground,", "itself from its orbit around Procyon and met\nThe Invader\nwith giant\n fission torpedoes.", "The eyes of the inquisitor widened. \"So you admit to a Terran name.\n Well, Terran, you are charged with having stolen passage on a supply", "Only one man, a Terran officer of very high rank—was left standing.\n His arms were folded somberly across his chest, and he studied the", "all captured Terrans had to be killed, he hated his superiors, his own\n men, and especially the prisoners. A task so revolting he could not", "She crossed the balcony, simultaneously grasping the pistol he offered\n her and looking down into the courtyard. There seemed to be nearly\n twenty Terrans lying about, in pools of their own blood.", "hard and thinking. She had no means to construct another key. At best,\n finding the rare tools and parts would take months, and during the\n interval the invaders would be cutting loose from the dead hulk that", "So that was it. Buy her freedom by betraying fugitive Terrans. Well, he\n could take the information and then kill her. He nodded curtly to the", "*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STALEMATE IN SPACE ***\nStalemate In Space\nBy CHARLES L. HARNESS\nTwo mighty metal globes clung in a murderous", "Terran Confederacy,\nThe Defender\nwas unfinished, half-equipped, and\n undermanned.", "battle globe. But it had not grown fast enough, for when the Scythian\n globe,\nThe Invader\n, sprang out of black space to enslave the budding", "For twenty years, in company with her great father, she had watched\nThe Defender\ngrow from a vast metal skeleton into a planet-sized", "She had only to find the relay beside her cot, press the key that would\n set in motion gigantic prime movers in the heart of the great globe,\n and the conquerors would join the conquered in the wide and nameless\n grave of space." ], [ "Evelyn studied the trio with growing wonder. The old man and the boy\n were complete strangers.\nBut the woman—!", "and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an\n unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic\n of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel", "Evelyn Kane felt a horrid chill creeping over her. The man's hair was\n white, now, and his proud face lined with deep furrows, but there could\n be no mistake. It was Gordon, Lord Kane.", "\"Odd scent,\" corrected Evelyn cryptically. She was thinking about\n the earnest faces of the mentors as they instructed her carefully in", "Evelyn tensed her mind to receive and deceive a mental probe. She was\n certain now that the Zone Commandant was high-born and telepathic. The", "somewhere. Evelyn made the rhythm part of her as she swayed slowly on\n tiptoe.", "Evelyn was extremely careful with her mental probe as she descended\n from the transport. The Occupational Commandant would undoubtedly\n be high-born and telepathic. He must not have occasion to suspect a", "Evelyn's hands knotted unconsciously. She forced her body to relax, but\n her mind was racing. This introduced another variable to be controlled\n in her plan for destruction. She\nmust\nmake it a known quantity.", "Evelyn Kane smiled gently at the impotent, inwardly raging inquisitor.\n She took the paper, folded it, and placed it in a pocket in her blouse.\n \"Call the guards,\" she ordered.", "In the anteroom a grey cat looked her over curiously, and Evelyn\n frowned. She might have to get rid of the cat if she stayed here. Under\n certain circumstances the animal could prove her deadliest enemy.", "The inquisitor leaned forward, frowning at the girl before him.\n\n\n \"Name?\"\n\n\n \"Evelyn Kane.\"", "Evelyn cleared her throat, averted her eyes, and with some effort,\n managed a delicate flush. \"I meant to say, I thought I would be happier\n working for—working here. So I asked for a transfer.\"", "\"No,\" she whispered hoarsely. His mind was in hers, verifying the fact.\n\n\n \"Have you ever met my father, Phaen, the old Count of Tharn?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "Hips dipping, Evelyn sauntered into the shattered copse. The man moved\n faster, though still trying to approach quietly. Most of the radions in", "\"That is Phaen, my father,\" said Perat quietly. \"He stayed at home\n because he hated war. And that is a path in our country estate on", "of metal wire, which Evelyn recognized as being feed for an amateur\n stereop projector. He placed the reel in a projector that had been", "Evelyn's heart skipped a beat. \"Indeed?\"", "The man leaning on the balustrade turned and looked at Evelyn, at first\n with amused contempt, then with narrowing, questioning eyes.\n\n\n \"Come here,\" he ordered.", "For the last thirty \"nights\"—the hours allotted to rest and sleep—it\n had been thus. By \"day\" she probed furtively into the minds of the", "\"But you must expect to die,\" her father had warned with gentle\n finality.\n\n\n She clenched her fingernails vehemently into her palms and wrenched\n herself back to the present." ] ]

[ "How many of her grandchildren did Mrs.Perkins spend time with during the story?", "Which of Mrs. Perkins’ qualities makes her suspicious?", "How many times does Mrs. Perkins run into Darling in the story?", "What best describes Mrs. Perkins' intent in the story?", "What history had the pirates had with Darling?", "What was the relationship like between Mrs. Perkins and the Captain?", "Which planet is not known to be colonized in the story?", "What is the relationship like between Mrs. Perkins and Johnny?", "How many round trips does the Kismet make in the story?", "How are the pirates foiled?" ]

[ [ "Four", "Two", "None", "One" ], [ "Sharp mind", "Strength", "Large stature", "Cackle" ], [ "Once", "Never", "Thrice", "Twice" ], [ "Mischief", "Revenge", "Chaos", "Destruction" ], [ "Darling used to date one of the pirates", "She closed their space flight business", "Some of the pirates worked on film sets with Darling", "There was no relation prior to their kidnapping" ], [ "The Captain had received special information from her children regarding her special care on the passage", "Mrs. Perkins had known the Captain through many times aboard Kismet", "The Captain tolerated her, but only to a point", "The Captain was endeared and called her Grandma" ], [ "Saturn", "Venus", "Mars", "Earth" ], [ "Mrs. Perkins thinks Johnny is too old to be her grandson", "Johnny is scared of Mrs. Perkins", "Mrs. Perkins uses Johnny to enact her plan", "Johnny is amused by Mrs. Perkins" ], [ "Zero", "One", "Two", "Three" ], [ "They board the Kismet without backups", "They don’t know what Darling actually looks like", "They don’t use their tractor beam to lock onto Kismet", "They don’t know what Darling sounds like" ] ]

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[ [ "Grandma Perkins paused in her narrative and looked up at her audience,\n giving them a withered little smile. \"And if you want to know why,", "\"I beg your pardon,\" said Grandma, and quite nonchalantly shed the rest\n of the suit and sat down in a comfortable chair. \"I am Mrs. Matilda\n Perkins.\"", "Mrs. Perkins continued to smile at him. \"Yes, I know. It's lovely,\n isn't it? I'll just go out this way.\" And before anyone could stop her,", "\"Look, lady—\"\n\n\n \"My name is Mrs. Matilda Perkins. You may call me Grandma.\"", "withered most people where they stood. Mrs. Perkins just smiled sweetly\n at him.", "as she exited. Carlton E. Carlton's shrill laughter followed her down\n the companionway.\nMrs. Perkins had been lying in her berth reading for less than an hour", "Grandma Perkins sighed. \"It's such a small cabin I don't think anybody\n else would want it. But it's all that I could afford,\" she said,\n smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress with both hands.", "Grandma watched them as they finished up their food and then she moved\n from her little table over to one of the very comfortable sofas in the", "\"Of course we forgive you, Mrs. Jerkins,\" Darling said throatily,\n baring her teeth like a feline.\n\n\n \"My name is Perkins,\" Grandma smiled.", "\"So I see,\" said Mrs. Perkins, staring at the opulent furnishings\n with avid pleasure. \"It's such a pretty thing, all done up with", "And pictures of all my children, my ten lovely children. I brought them\n with me specially tonight because I thought you might want to look at\n them. Now, where did I put them?\" Grandma opened her purse and began", "As the men approached her, Grandma sensed the game was up. \"Okay,\" she\n told them. \"I give up. I can make it by myself.\" She started to take", "money for which is being provided by my dear, sweet children—all ten\n of them.\" Grandma dabbed a bit of a handkerchief at her eyes. \"The", "Grandma Perkins never finished the sentence, for interrupting her came\n the horrendous clang of the\nKismet's", "Grandma Perkins, of the pirate ship\nDirty", "The main passenger hatch was not too far from the bridge. Grandma found\n it with ease, and in less than three minutes she had zipped herself", "see, I'm really Mrs. Matilda Perkins because my Omar died a few years\n ago. But I haven't signed my name very much since then and I'm not at", "\"That's the one, boys,\" said another voice. \"Let's go.\" Catching hold\n of Grandma's arm, they led her out into the emptiness of free space.", "\"Darling! There's that priceless little woman we met this afternoon.\"\n\n\n \"The little hag, you mean,\" Miss Toujours muttered under her breath,\n but loudly enough for Grandma Perkins to hear.", "\"I haven't got any rich relatives period,\" she said pertly. Then she\n added, \"But my ten children might scrape up a little cash for you if\n you promised you wouldn't bring me back at all.\"" ], [ "Mrs. Perkins continued to smile at him. \"Yes, I know. It's lovely,\n isn't it? I'll just go out this way.\" And before anyone could stop her,", "\"So I see,\" said Mrs. Perkins, staring at the opulent furnishings\n with avid pleasure. \"It's such a pretty thing, all done up with", "\"Why, thank you, Mrs. Perkins,\" Darling purred, starting to preen just\n a bit. Anything could be forgiven someone who complimented her.", "withered most people where they stood. Mrs. Perkins just smiled sweetly\n at him.", "as she exited. Carlton E. Carlton's shrill laughter followed her down\n the companionway.\nMrs. Perkins had been lying in her berth reading for less than an hour", "Grandma Perkins paused in her narrative and looked up at her audience,\n giving them a withered little smile. \"And if you want to know why,", "see, I'm really Mrs. Matilda Perkins because my Omar died a few years\n ago. But I haven't signed my name very much since then and I'm not at", "\"Of course we forgive you, Mrs. Jerkins,\" Darling said throatily,\n baring her teeth like a feline.\n\n\n \"My name is Perkins,\" Grandma smiled.", "\"I beg your pardon,\" said Grandma, and quite nonchalantly shed the rest\n of the suit and sat down in a comfortable chair. \"I am Mrs. Matilda\n Perkins.\"", "Darling screeched and darted for the door. She snatched the nightie\n away from Mrs. Perkins and rudely propelled the older woman out the\n door, closing it behind her. \"Captain, this woman must GO!\"", "mother-of-pearl like that, isn't it? And what a pretty lace nightie\n lying on the bed.\" Mrs. Perkins picked up the sheer, gossamer garment", "Grandma Perkins sighed. \"It's such a small cabin I don't think anybody\n else would want it. But it's all that I could afford,\" she said,\n smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress with both hands.", "\"Look, lady—\"\n\n\n \"My name is Mrs. Matilda Perkins. You may call me Grandma.\"", "\"Darling! There's that priceless little woman we met this afternoon.\"\n\n\n \"The little hag, you mean,\" Miss Toujours muttered under her breath,\n but loudly enough for Grandma Perkins to hear.", "\"Of course, Agatha never was quite bright,\" Grandma said as she turned\n her head aside as if in sorrow. \"They were all set to put her in an", "himself wondering just how it had gotten up there in the first place.\n He didn't remember ever putting it there for her and Grandma Perkins\n was obviously too frail a woman to have handled such a heavy box by", "Her hand froze, poised elegantly in mid-air, as she turned to see a\n newcomer standing at the door.\nThe witness to the impending slap was a withered little lady, scarcely", "all sure of which is legal.\" She put one bird-like little hand to\n her throat and clasped the cameo there almost as if it could give her", "His rage getting out of hand, he finally blurted, \"And now, Mrs.\n Perkins, I think you'd better be getting back to your quarters. As you\n know, this is a private lounge for the\nfirst\nclass passengers.\"", "Grandma Perkins, of the pirate ship\nDirty" ], [ "Darling screeched and darted for the door. She snatched the nightie\n away from Mrs. Perkins and rudely propelled the older woman out the\n door, closing it behind her. \"Captain, this woman must GO!\"", "Mrs. Perkins continued to smile at him. \"Yes, I know. It's lovely,\n isn't it? I'll just go out this way.\" And before anyone could stop her,", "\"Why, thank you, Mrs. Perkins,\" Darling purred, starting to preen just\n a bit. Anything could be forgiven someone who complimented her.", "\"Of course we forgive you, Mrs. Jerkins,\" Darling said throatily,\n baring her teeth like a feline.\n\n\n \"My name is Perkins,\" Grandma smiled.", "as she exited. Carlton E. Carlton's shrill laughter followed her down\n the companionway.\nMrs. Perkins had been lying in her berth reading for less than an hour", "\"Darling! There's that priceless little woman we met this afternoon.\"\n\n\n \"The little hag, you mean,\" Miss Toujours muttered under her breath,\n but loudly enough for Grandma Perkins to hear.", "withered most people where they stood. Mrs. Perkins just smiled sweetly\n at him.", "But her hopes met with disappointment. For shortly after she sat down,\n Darling Toujours and Carlton E. Carlton strolled over and sat down\n across from her, not recognizing her at first. Then Carlton spied her.", "\"So I see,\" said Mrs. Perkins, staring at the opulent furnishings\n with avid pleasure. \"It's such a pretty thing, all done up with", "\"Oh,\" said the little old woman, \"I'm sorry. I didn't know that he was\n your son.\" Carlton choked suddenly and Darling suffered from a brief\n fit of hysteria.", "see, I'm really Mrs. Matilda Perkins because my Omar died a few years\n ago. But I haven't signed my name very much since then and I'm not at", "\"Look, lady—\"\n\n\n \"My name is Mrs. Matilda Perkins. You may call me Grandma.\"", "Her hand froze, poised elegantly in mid-air, as she turned to see a\n newcomer standing at the door.\nThe witness to the impending slap was a withered little lady, scarcely", "Darling Toujours drew back her hand to smack Carlton one in a very\n unlady-like manner when she suddenly realized that they were not alone.", "\"I beg your pardon,\" said Grandma, and quite nonchalantly shed the rest\n of the suit and sat down in a comfortable chair. \"I am Mrs. Matilda\n Perkins.\"", "\"And I think you are definitely a man of discriminating taste,\" said\n Darling demurely, crossing her legs and arranging her dress to expose a\n little more of the Toujours charms to the Captain's eye.", "His rage getting out of hand, he finally blurted, \"And now, Mrs.\n Perkins, I think you'd better be getting back to your quarters. As you\n know, this is a private lounge for the\nfirst\nclass passengers.\"", "\"I beg your pardon,\" she told them in a sweet, high little voice.\n \"I hope I didn't interrupt anything. If you would like to hit the\n gentleman, Miss Toujours, I'll be glad to come back later.\"", "Darling and Carlton exchanged horrified glances and then rose silently\n and tip-toed out of the lounge.\n\n\n Grandma looked up from her search. \"Oh, my, they seem to have gone.\"", "mother-of-pearl like that, isn't it? And what a pretty lace nightie\n lying on the bed.\" Mrs. Perkins picked up the sheer, gossamer garment" ], [ "Mrs. Perkins continued to smile at him. \"Yes, I know. It's lovely,\n isn't it? I'll just go out this way.\" And before anyone could stop her,", "Grandma Perkins paused in her narrative and looked up at her audience,\n giving them a withered little smile. \"And if you want to know why,", "\"So I see,\" said Mrs. Perkins, staring at the opulent furnishings\n with avid pleasure. \"It's such a pretty thing, all done up with", "withered most people where they stood. Mrs. Perkins just smiled sweetly\n at him.", "as she exited. Carlton E. Carlton's shrill laughter followed her down\n the companionway.\nMrs. Perkins had been lying in her berth reading for less than an hour", "\"Why, thank you, Mrs. Perkins,\" Darling purred, starting to preen just\n a bit. Anything could be forgiven someone who complimented her.", "\"I beg your pardon,\" said Grandma, and quite nonchalantly shed the rest\n of the suit and sat down in a comfortable chair. \"I am Mrs. Matilda\n Perkins.\"", "\"Look, lady—\"\n\n\n \"My name is Mrs. Matilda Perkins. You may call me Grandma.\"", "Darling screeched and darted for the door. She snatched the nightie\n away from Mrs. Perkins and rudely propelled the older woman out the\n door, closing it behind her. \"Captain, this woman must GO!\"", "\"Of course we forgive you, Mrs. Jerkins,\" Darling said throatily,\n baring her teeth like a feline.\n\n\n \"My name is Perkins,\" Grandma smiled.", "see, I'm really Mrs. Matilda Perkins because my Omar died a few years\n ago. But I haven't signed my name very much since then and I'm not at", "Grandma Perkins sighed. \"It's such a small cabin I don't think anybody\n else would want it. But it's all that I could afford,\" she said,\n smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress with both hands.", "mother-of-pearl like that, isn't it? And what a pretty lace nightie\n lying on the bed.\" Mrs. Perkins picked up the sheer, gossamer garment", "His rage getting out of hand, he finally blurted, \"And now, Mrs.\n Perkins, I think you'd better be getting back to your quarters. As you\n know, this is a private lounge for the\nfirst\nclass passengers.\"", "\"Darling! There's that priceless little woman we met this afternoon.\"\n\n\n \"The little hag, you mean,\" Miss Toujours muttered under her breath,\n but loudly enough for Grandma Perkins to hear.", "As the men approached her, Grandma sensed the game was up. \"Okay,\" she\n told them. \"I give up. I can make it by myself.\" She started to take", "\"I really wanted to see you, Captain,\" she told him, her battered old\n shoes bringing her fully into the room with little mincing steps. \"The", "Johnny Weaver, steward for the cheaper cabins, poked his youthful,\n freckled face through the door. \"Howdy, Mrs. Perkins. I wondered if I\n could do anything for you? It's about ten minutes before we eat.\"", "Grandma Perkins, of the pirate ship\nDirty", "Her hand froze, poised elegantly in mid-air, as she turned to see a\n newcomer standing at the door.\nThe witness to the impending slap was a withered little lady, scarcely" ], [ "to become pirates. This was our first job, and we sure did need the\n money we could have gotten out of Darling Toujours' studios for ransom.\"", "to one another. \"You bet, Skipper. We're full fledged pirates now, just\n like old Captain Blackbrood.\"", "\"And I think you are definitely a man of discriminating taste,\" said\n Darling demurely, crossing her legs and arranging her dress to expose a\n little more of the Toujours charms to the Captain's eye.", "\"Well, it doesn't seem to me that you're ever going to be good pirates\n at this rate,\" Grandma told him. \"You should have known better than to\n take a woman at her word.\"", "Darling screeched and darted for the door. She snatched the nightie\n away from Mrs. Perkins and rudely propelled the older woman out the\n door, closing it behind her. \"Captain, this woman must GO!\"", "\"Pirates going to board us. How nice,\" muttered Grandma to herself as\n she eavesdropped just outside the door to the bridge.", "Captain Fogarty snorted. \"Fat lot of good he'll do us. Wait for him,\n eh? Well, we'll just blow that pirate out of the sky right now. Stand\n by the guns!\"", ", searching for only\n one person, I decided that one person had to be Darling Toujours. I\n guessed right off that she was the only one on board worth kidnapping", "\"Pirates! I'm hiding from the pirates. They'll never find me here!\" she\n told them in a voice she hoped sounded full of panic.\n\n\n \"What's your name?\" asked the voice.", "well ... I was bored on the\nKismet\n, and I thought how nice it would\n be to run away and join a gang of cutthroat pirates.\"", "\"PIRATES! PIRATES! We're being attacked by space pirates! You there!\"\n he shouted at Johnny. \"Man your station! And you, Madam, to your", "\"Pirates! Attacking us! Incredible!\" cried the Captain. \"There are no\n pirates any more. What have we got a Space Patrol for? Where in blazes\n is the Space Patrol anyway?\"", "\"Okay, Grandma, look. You really fixed us good. To begin with, we ain't\n really pirates. We used to operate this tub as a freighter between the", "Half an hour later, after the pirate ship had blasted far enough away\n from the\nKismet\n, the men in the control room relaxed and began to", "Darling Toujours waved a long cigarette holder at the author. \"Don't\n pay any attention to him, Captain. You know how writers are—always\n putting words in other people's mouths, and not very good ones at that.\"", "Darling Toujours drew back her hand to smack Carlton one in a very\n unlady-like manner when she suddenly realized that they were not alone.", "quarters at once! PIRATES!\" he shouted again and barged through the\n door again and bellowed down the hall to the main bridge.", "\"If I go down and hide, I'll miss all the fun. Of course, it's safer,\n and an old woman like me shouldn't be up and about when pirates are", "\"Captain Fogarty's men would have cut you to ribbons. So I opened the\n hatch to let you in, planted myself in the way, and you got out with", "\"Oh,\" said the little old woman, \"I'm sorry. I didn't know that he was\n your son.\" Carlton choked suddenly and Darling suffered from a brief\n fit of hysteria." ], [ "Mrs. Perkins continued to smile at him. \"Yes, I know. It's lovely,\n isn't it? I'll just go out this way.\" And before anyone could stop her,", "Darling screeched and darted for the door. She snatched the nightie\n away from Mrs. Perkins and rudely propelled the older woman out the\n door, closing it behind her. \"Captain, this woman must GO!\"", "as she exited. Carlton E. Carlton's shrill laughter followed her down\n the companionway.\nMrs. Perkins had been lying in her berth reading for less than an hour", "withered most people where they stood. Mrs. Perkins just smiled sweetly\n at him.", "\"Why, thank you, Mrs. Perkins,\" Darling purred, starting to preen just\n a bit. Anything could be forgiven someone who complimented her.", "\"So I see,\" said Mrs. Perkins, staring at the opulent furnishings\n with avid pleasure. \"It's such a pretty thing, all done up with", "She leaned forward to stroke him gently on the face. Carlton roared\n with laughter and the good Captain colored deeply.", "\"I really wanted to see you, Captain,\" she told him, her battered old\n shoes bringing her fully into the room with little mincing steps. \"The", "\"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that,\" she said, but made no move whatsoever\n to leave. Captain Fogarty gave her his hardened stare of the type which", "around, but—\" A delicious smile spread over her face as she took her\n scruples firmly in hand and turned to follow the bellowing Captain\n towards the bridge.\nII", "Grandma Perkins paused in her narrative and looked up at her audience,\n giving them a withered little smile. \"And if you want to know why,", "\"I beg your pardon,\" said Grandma, and quite nonchalantly shed the rest\n of the suit and sat down in a comfortable chair. \"I am Mrs. Matilda\n Perkins.\"", "His rage getting out of hand, he finally blurted, \"And now, Mrs.\n Perkins, I think you'd better be getting back to your quarters. As you\n know, this is a private lounge for the\nfirst\nclass passengers.\"", "\"And I think you are definitely a man of discriminating taste,\" said\n Darling demurely, crossing her legs and arranging her dress to expose a\n little more of the Toujours charms to the Captain's eye.", "got around to her little cranny most of it was cold. But she didn't\n complain. She enjoyed watching the people with the more expensive\n cabins parade their clothes and their manners at the Captain's table.", "Johnny Weaver, steward for the cheaper cabins, poked his youthful,\n freckled face through the door. \"Howdy, Mrs. Perkins. I wondered if I\n could do anything for you? It's about ten minutes before we eat.\"", "seated there, Miss Toujours having the place of honor to the Captain's\n right.", "see, I'm really Mrs. Matilda Perkins because my Omar died a few years\n ago. But I haven't signed my name very much since then and I'm not at", "\"I was just leaving, Miss Toujours. I hope you and your son have a very\n happy voyage. Good day, Captain Fogarty,\" she called over her shoulder", "\"I must say that I think Miss Toujours has the prettiest mouth I've\n ever seen,\" boomed Captain Fogarty, his voice sounding something like" ], [ "solar system, unless we get their permission. And they just ain't\n giving permission to nobody these days.\" Lamps flopped into one of the\n control seats and lit a cigarette.", "was\n blasting through space at close to the speed of light, bound from\n Callisto, one of Jupiter's moons, back to Earth. But none of the two", "the thirteen monopolies in this part of the solar system. The \"Big\n Thirteen,\" we call them. STAR charters every space flight in this neck", "Jupiter moons. But STAR got a monopoly on all space flights, including\n freight, and they just froze us out. We can't operate nowhere in the", "Johnny laughed. \"Why are you going to Earth, anyway, Grandma?\"\n\n\n The old woman sighed. \"It's a long story, Johnny, but you just sit down\n and I'll tell it to you.\"", "\"Do you mean not very good words or not very good mouths, my dear?\"\n Carlton asked. The solar system's most famous actress clamped her", "Earth and the many planets, he had dreamed of caressing those lips.", "Shame,\nto set the Jupiter moons on fire\n.\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from\n\n Planet Stories March 1954.", "of the woods. Well, back in the old days, when space flights were\n scarce, it used to be that you'd pay for a ticket from Saturn to Earth,", "\"Pirates! Attacking us! Incredible!\" cried the Captain. \"There are no\n pirates any more. What have we got a Space Patrol for? Where in blazes\n is the Space Patrol anyway?\"", "say, and you'd get to Mars and they'd stop for fuel. Maybe somebody\n on Mars would offer a lot of money for your cabin. So STAR would just", "The Starship\nKismet\nwas the pride and joy of Stellar Transportation", "Carlton smiled casually at the exposed flesh. \"It's all very pretty,\n my dear,\" he said smugly. \"But we've seen it all before and in space", "Unless we get you back in one piece the Space Patrol will be on our\n necks forever. So don't go getting any ideas about joining up with us.\"", "As if to confirm this, over the loudspeaker came a voice. \"Ahoy, STAR\nKismet\n. Stand by for boarders. If you don't open up to us, we'll\n blast you off the map.\"", "and Atomic Research. It was outfitted with every known safety device\n and the control room was masterfully planned for maximum efficiency.\n But the astral architect who designed her never anticipated the", "\"PIRATES! PIRATES! We're being attacked by space pirates! You there!\"\n he shouted at Johnny. \"Man your station! And you, Madam, to your", "happen to us if the Space Patrol added murder to the list. They'd put\n the whole fleet in after us and track us and our families down to the\n last kid.\" Then he turned to the little old lady to explain.", "was the only first class space ship flying to\n Earth for two weeks. So she had kept her ticket in spite of Carlton.", "A minute or so later she heard poundings outside the airlock and quite\n calmly she reached out a mailed fist and turned a switch plainly\n marked:\nEMERGENCY LOCK\n\n DO NOT OPERATE IN FLIGHT" ], [ "Mrs. Perkins continued to smile at him. \"Yes, I know. It's lovely,\n isn't it? I'll just go out this way.\" And before anyone could stop her,", "withered most people where they stood. Mrs. Perkins just smiled sweetly\n at him.", "\"So I see,\" said Mrs. Perkins, staring at the opulent furnishings\n with avid pleasure. \"It's such a pretty thing, all done up with", "Johnny Weaver, steward for the cheaper cabins, poked his youthful,\n freckled face through the door. \"Howdy, Mrs. Perkins. I wondered if I\n could do anything for you? It's about ten minutes before we eat.\"", "get in their way. There just isn't much left in life for a feeble old\n woman like me.\" She sniffled a moment or two as if to cry. Johnny,", "\"Why, thank you, Mrs. Perkins,\" Darling purred, starting to preen just\n a bit. Anything could be forgiven someone who complimented her.", "\"Look, lady—\"\n\n\n \"My name is Mrs. Matilda Perkins. You may call me Grandma.\"", "Darling screeched and darted for the door. She snatched the nightie\n away from Mrs. Perkins and rudely propelled the older woman out the\n door, closing it behind her. \"Captain, this woman must GO!\"", "as she exited. Carlton E. Carlton's shrill laughter followed her down\n the companionway.\nMrs. Perkins had been lying in her berth reading for less than an hour", "\"I beg your pardon,\" said Grandma, and quite nonchalantly shed the rest\n of the suit and sat down in a comfortable chair. \"I am Mrs. Matilda\n Perkins.\"", "Johnny Weaver, who had been clearing one of the nearby tables, put down\n a stack of dirty dishes and came over to her. \"I'd like to see the\n pictures, Grandma.\"", "Grandma Perkins paused in her narrative and looked up at her audience,\n giving them a withered little smile. \"And if you want to know why,", "\"Of course we forgive you, Mrs. Jerkins,\" Darling said throatily,\n baring her teeth like a feline.\n\n\n \"My name is Perkins,\" Grandma smiled.", "see, I'm really Mrs. Matilda Perkins because my Omar died a few years\n ago. But I haven't signed my name very much since then and I'm not at", "Johnny was off like a startled rabbit, but Grandma moved with serene\n calmness to the door. Maybe, she thought, we're going to have a little\n excitement after all.", "\"Oh, that's very nice of you, Johnny, but—\" she said quickly.\n\n\n \"Really I would, Grandma. Where are they?\"", "A little while later when Johnny looked into her room to see if she had\n gone, the cabin was empty and the heavy box was back in place in the\n top cabinet.", "Johnny laughed in an easy, infectious manner. \"Sure thing, Grandma.\"\n He stretched his long arms up to bring down the heavy bag and found", "mother-of-pearl like that, isn't it? And what a pretty lace nightie\n lying on the bed.\" Mrs. Perkins picked up the sheer, gossamer garment", "Grandma Perkins sighed. \"It's such a small cabin I don't think anybody\n else would want it. But it's all that I could afford,\" she said,\n smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress with both hands." ], [ "Half an hour later, after the pirate ship had blasted far enough away\n from the\nKismet\n, the men in the control room relaxed and began to", "The Starship\nKismet\nwas the pride and joy of Stellar Transportation", "was to be a fellow passenger. But her studio had wired her to return\n to Earth immediately to make a new series of three dimensional video\n films. And the\nKismet", "\"Certainly. I know exactly what you mean. It's all quite simple. When I\n overheard that you intended to board the\nKismet", "As if to confirm this, over the loudspeaker came a voice. \"Ahoy, STAR\nKismet\n. Stand by for boarders. If you don't open up to us, we'll\n blast you off the map.\"", "\"You never would have gotten inside the\nKismet\nwithout my assistance.\n And even if you had, you'd never have gotten back out alive.", "\"Well, the very least you could do for a poor old lady is to feed her,\"\n Grandma told him, her lower lip sticking out in a most petulant manner.\n \"They like to have starved me to death on that\nKismet\n.\"", "well ... I was bored on the\nKismet\n, and I thought how nice it would\n be to run away and join a gang of cutthroat pirates.\"", "She began to wish that she had never left Callisto, that she had\n cancelled her passage on the\nKismet\nwhen she learned that Carlton", "Grandma Perkins never finished the sentence, for interrupting her came\n the horrendous clang of the\nKismet's", "\"Ahoy, STAR\nKismet\n. Open up your hatches when we arrive and let us\n in, or we won't spare a man of you,\" boomed the loudspeaker.", ", enjoying postprandial cocktails with Captain Homer\n Fogarty, the\nKismet's\nrotund commanding officer. The\nKismet", "was the only first class space ship flying to\n Earth for two weeks. So she had kept her ticket in spite of Carlton.", "The main passenger hatch was not too far from the bridge. Grandma found\n it with ease, and in less than three minutes she had zipped herself", "was\n blasting through space at close to the speed of light, bound from\n Callisto, one of Jupiter's moons, back to Earth. But none of the two", "The two of them were sitting in the finest lounge of the luxury space\n ship\nKismet", "situation facing her at the present. The\nKismet's\nbridge was a welter\n of confusion.", "around, but—\" A delicious smile spread over her face as she took her\n scruples firmly in hand and turned to follow the bellowing Captain\n towards the bridge.\nII", "\"That's the one, boys,\" said another voice. \"Let's go.\" Catching hold\n of Grandma's arm, they led her out into the emptiness of free space.", "as she exited. Carlton E. Carlton's shrill laughter followed her down\n the companionway.\nMrs. Perkins had been lying in her berth reading for less than an hour" ], [ "Captain Fogarty snorted. \"Fat lot of good he'll do us. Wait for him,\n eh? Well, we'll just blow that pirate out of the sky right now. Stand\n by the guns!\"", "\"Well, it doesn't seem to me that you're ever going to be good pirates\n at this rate,\" Grandma told him. \"You should have known better than to\n take a woman at her word.\"", "\"Pirates! I'm hiding from the pirates. They'll never find me here!\" she\n told them in a voice she hoped sounded full of panic.\n\n\n \"What's your name?\" asked the voice.", "to one another. \"You bet, Skipper. We're full fledged pirates now, just\n like old Captain Blackbrood.\"", "Lamps sighed. \"Now, we got you instead, no chance of getting the ransom\n money, and to top it all off, we'll be wanted for piracy by the Space\n Patrol.\"", "\"Okay, Grandma, look. You really fixed us good. To begin with, we ain't\n really pirates. We used to operate this tub as a freighter between the", "Half an hour later, after the pirate ship had blasted far enough away\n from the\nKismet\n, the men in the control room relaxed and began to", "\"If I go down and hide, I'll miss all the fun. Of course, it's safer,\n and an old woman like me shouldn't be up and about when pirates are", "quarters at once! PIRATES!\" he shouted again and barged through the\n door again and bellowed down the hall to the main bridge.", "\"Pirates going to board us. How nice,\" muttered Grandma to herself as\n she eavesdropped just outside the door to the bridge.", "\"PIRATES! PIRATES! We're being attacked by space pirates! You there!\"\n he shouted at Johnny. \"Man your station! And you, Madam, to your", "\"Captain Fogarty's men would have cut you to ribbons. So I opened the\n hatch to let you in, planted myself in the way, and you got out with", "to become pirates. This was our first job, and we sure did need the\n money we could have gotten out of Darling Toujours' studios for ransom.\"", "The Communications Officer spoke up. \"The pirate ship reports that\n they're responsible, Sir. They say they've got a new device that will\n leave us without atomic power for as long as they like.\"", "\"Pirates! Attacking us! Incredible!\" cried the Captain. \"There are no\n pirates any more. What have we got a Space Patrol for? Where in blazes\n is the Space Patrol anyway?\"", "me before they could muster their defenses. So, you see, I saved your\n lives.\"", "\"Tell them I'd rather all of us be killed than to let one dirty pirate\n on board my ship,\" the Captain shouted to the Communications Officer.", "\"They'll never get through the hatches alive. At least our small arms\n still work. We'll kill 'em all!\" cried Captain Fogarty.", "well ... I was bored on the\nKismet\n, and I thought how nice it would\n be to run away and join a gang of cutthroat pirates.\"", "\"Ahoy, STAR\nKismet\n. Open up your hatches when we arrive and let us\n in, or we won't spare a man of you,\" boomed the loudspeaker." ] ]

[ "Why does the Captain decide to save Gorman?", "How are the events of the story best summated?", "How do Cob and Strike come to appreciate women of rank through the story?", "What is the relationship like between Strike and Cob?", "Why is a day 720 hours long?", "What is the general mood during space flight aboard the Aphrodite?", "How many return trips does Aphrodite complete during the story?", "What convinces the Captain to have confidence in I.V. Hendricks?", "How do most goods travel between planets in the story?" ]

[ [ "He sees that they could be good business partners", "Gorman is Ivy’s father and she pleads to save him", "He has a sense of duty to not let innocent people die", "He prefers their ship to his own" ], [ "A delivery ship discovers and saves two other ships", "A passenger ship transiting Earth - Venus accidentally starts falling into the sun", "Strike’s ship breaks down and has to be rescued from being pulled into the sun", "A war ship disguised as a cargo ship changes course and saves lives from pulling into sun’s gravity" ], [ "They vow to have more women working in their teams", "They choose to work on Aphrodite permanently", "Their minds aren’t changed ", "They take on understudies to further promote equality" ], [ "They have known each other through their last assignment", "They meet during the course of the story and become easy friends", "They meet during the course of the story, but begin apprehensive of each other", "They never actually meet in the story" ], [ "The day length is set such that their mission only takes one day to increase morale", "Day length is dependent on the solar system the ship is in", "A day is equivalent to a month at the speed they travel", "It’s not known" ], [ "Many things are going wrong", "It got very cold on the ship when the generators went out, ruining morale", "The crew mutinies under the leadership of the Captain", "The trip is smooth sailing" ], [ "Zero", "Two ", "One", "Three" ], [ "The Captain never gains confidence in Hendricks", "The Captain always believed in her abilities due to her excellent reputation", "Hendricks’ father built the ship and trained her on it", "Hendricks had proven her abilities over years working with the Captain" ], [ "Teleportation", "Mail spaceship", "There is no interplanetary cargo", "It is launched into perihelion orbit paths in robotically driven pods" ] ]

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[ [ "ships. And, if I know Captain Varni on the\nLachesis\n, he won't let go\n that line even if he fries himself.\"", "\"Well,\" Cob ran a hand over his chin speculatively, \"I know Gorman's\n a prize stinker ... but you were in command of the", "much on my own initiative. Gorman doesn't like that. I lost the\nGanymede\nbecause I left my station where I was supposed to be running", "Whitley nodded very slowly. He took a long pull at his highball. \"I\n understand that you goofballed your chances of getting the\nGanymede\nback when Gorman spoke his piece to you....\"", "Strike cursed Space Admiral Gorman and all his ancestors with a wealth\n of feeling. Then he motioned wearily to his companion, and together\n they sloshed through the mud toward the ancient monitor.", "save her. Already the two ships had fallen to within 18,000,000 miles\n of the sun's terrifying atmosphere of glowing gases. The prominences", "There were tears bright in Ivy Hendricks' eyes and she sounded\n desperate. \"But we can save those ships! We can, I\nknow", "trained men. Father told them that! And I'm trained! I can take her in\n and save those ships!\" Her expression turned to one of disgust. \"Or are\n you afraid?\"", "He returned her gaze sourly. \"For Gorman to fall into the sun? I recall\n I said something of the sort myself, but there are other men on those", "to pull old Gorman's fat out of the fire with a drive that's blown\n skyhigh three times out of three. Very neat.\"", "routine post and loaded up on colonists.\" He shrugged. \"Wrong guess. No\n nova. I made an ass of myself and lost the\nGanymede\n. Gorman gave it", "\"Have Sparks get a DF fix on the\nAtropos\nand hold it. We'll home on\n their carrier wave. They're in trouble and we're going after them. Plot\n the course.\"", "\"Let me understand you, Ivy,\" said Strike in a flat voice. \"What you\n are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying", "\"Yes, Captain.\"", "The girl's eyes were cold and unfriendly. \"Thank you, Captain.\" Her\n voice was like cracked ice tinkling in a glass. \"If I may have your", "\"Yes, sir.\" Whitley saluted and turned to go. At the bulkhead, he\n paused. \"Captain,\" he asked, \"Who is the new E/O to be?\"", "\"Tell me, Captain,\" continued Cob curiously, \"how does it happen\n that you of all people happened to draw this tub for a command? I\n thought....\"", "Whitley shrugged. \"If you say so, Strike. It's good enough for me.\"\n\n\n Celia Graham left the bridge shaking her head. \"We'll all be dead soon.\n And me so young and pretty.\"", "\"That's very nice, Lieutenant,\" commented Cob drily. \"And I know that\n you've been very busy adjusting that gismo. But I seem to recall that", "Cob Whitley looked admiringly at his new Commander. \"That was the night\n after the\nGanymede\nbroke the record for the Centaurus B-Earth run,\n wasn't it? And then wasn't there something about....\"" ], [ "nodded. \"That's the story. Lift ship in....\" He glanced at his wrist\n chronograph, \"... in an hour and five.\"", "And then it happened.", "\"That's about all there is to tell you. As soon as our rather\n leisurely E/O gets here, we can jet with Aunt Nelly's postcard.\" He", "\"... and that's about the story. We are to jet within 28,000,000 miles", "\"From such humble beginnings do great traditions grow. But something\n happened when I came into the picture. I don't fit with the rest of\n them. Call it luck or temperament or what have you.", "\"Let me understand you, Ivy,\" said Strike in a flat voice. \"What you\n are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying", "Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her\n flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in\n the darkened viewport.", "The last thing he remembered was a voice. It sounded like Bayne's. And\n it was shouting. \"We're moving 'em! We're pulling away! We're....\" And\n that was all.", "And she agreed.\nOld Aphrodisiac had reached perihelion when it happened. The", "The temperature stood at 140° and the air was bitter with the smell\n of hot metal. Ivy's blouse clung to her body, soaked through with", ". It plunged\n straight and true, spilling cable as it flew. It slammed up against\n the hull, and stuck there, fast to the battleship's flank. Quickly,", "Cob nodded agreement. \"The last of her class.\"\nAnd she was not an inspiring sight. The fantastically misnamed\nAphrodite", "She read it through and looked up exultantly. \"This is\nit\n! This is\n the chance I've been praying for, Strike!\"", "to pull old Gorman's fat out of the fire with a drive that's blown\n skyhigh three times out of three. Very neat.\"", "Cob snatched the flimsy from Sparks' hands and galloped for the\n flying-bridge. He burst in and waved the message excitedly in front of\n Strykalski's face.", "She nodded silently and took her place at the control panel. Smoothly\n she turned old Aphrodisiac's nose sunward....", "Cob's voice came through the squawk-box, soberly. \"Strike, Celia's\n fainted down here. We can't take much more of this heat.\"", "Strike sighed. \"Well, now, Cob, I'll tell you. You'll be spacing with\n me and I guess you've a right to know the worst ... not that you", "\"In the first place I seem to have an uncanny talent for saying the\n wrong thing to the wrong person. Gorman for example. And I take too", "Strike laid her gently in an acceleration chair and turned toward the\n control panel. His head was throbbing painfully as he broke the seal on\n the surge-circuit." ], [ "\"I begin to see what you mean, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Strike's the name, Cob.\"", "Strike sighed. \"Well, now, Cob, I'll tell you. You'll be spacing with\n me and I guess you've a right to know the worst ... not that you", "\"Yes, sir!\" Cob saluted and was gone.\n\n\n Strike returned to the squawk-box. \"Radar!\"\n\n\n \"Graham here,\" replied Celia from her station.", "Strike lowered his head to clear the arch of the flying-bridge\n bulkhead. Cob followed. He trailed his Captain through a jungle", "The officers filed out and Cob Whitley stuck his head into the room.\n \"Captain?\"\n\n\n \"Come in, Cob.\" Strike's dark brows knit at the sight of the uniformed\n girl in the doorway.", "Cob shrugged. \"Celia's the only officer. But about a quarter of our\n ratings are women.\" He grinned maliciously. \"Equal rights, you know.\"", "Cob sensed his discomfort. \"That was Celia Graham, Strike. Ensign.\n Radar Officer. She's good, too.\"", "Strike turned to Cob. \"Have the gun-crews stand by to relieve the\n black-gang in the tube rooms. It's going to get hotter than the hinges\n of hell down there and we'll have to shorten shifts.\"", "Cob nodded agreement. \"The last of her class.\"\nAnd she was not an inspiring sight. The fantastically misnamed\nAphrodite", "Cob's voice came through the squawk-box, soberly. \"Strike, Celia's\n fainted down here. We can't take much more of this heat.\"", "\"We can do it,\" said Ivy Hendricks simply.\n\n\n Strike turned to Cob. \"What do you say, Cob? Shall we make it hotter in\n here?\"", "She read it through and looked up exultantly. \"This is\nit\n! This is\n the chance I've been praying for, Strike!\"", "Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—\"Cob\" to his friends—nodded in\n agreement. \"That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship", "Cob's face was sober, but hidden amusement was kindling behind his\n eyes. \"Captain, may I present Lieutenant Hendricks? Lieutenant\nI-vy\nHendricks?\"", "Strike shook his head. \"She's gone to the Bureau of Ships with a\n designing job.\"\n\n\n Cob waved an expressive arm in the air. \"But dammit, man, I thought....\"", "\"All right,\" said Strike, setting down his glass. \"What's on your mind,\n Cob? Something's eating you.\"", "space, a reluctant admiration was replacing the resentment between\n them. Ivy spent whatever time she could spare tinkering with her\n father's pet surge-circuit and Strike began to realize that there was", "\"You know Gorman?\" queried Strykalski.\n\n\n Cob nodded. \"Oh, yes. Yes, indeed. Old Brass-bottom Gorman?\"\n\n\n \"The same.\"", "The Officer of the Deck, a trim blonde girl in spotless greys saluted\n smartly as Strike and Cob stepped through the valve.", "\"Well,\" Cob ran a hand over his chin speculatively, \"I know Gorman's\n a prize stinker ... but you were in command of the" ], [ "\"I begin to see what you mean, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Strike's the name, Cob.\"", "Strike sighed. \"Well, now, Cob, I'll tell you. You'll be spacing with\n me and I guess you've a right to know the worst ... not that you", "\"All right,\" said Strike, setting down his glass. \"What's on your mind,\n Cob? Something's eating you.\"", "Strike lowered his head to clear the arch of the flying-bridge\n bulkhead. Cob followed. He trailed his Captain through a jungle", "The officers filed out and Cob Whitley stuck his head into the room.\n \"Captain?\"\n\n\n \"Come in, Cob.\" Strike's dark brows knit at the sight of the uniformed\n girl in the doorway.", "Strike turned to Cob. \"Have the gun-crews stand by to relieve the\n black-gang in the tube rooms. It's going to get hotter than the hinges\n of hell down there and we'll have to shorten shifts.\"", "\"Yes, sir!\" Cob saluted and was gone.\n\n\n Strike returned to the squawk-box. \"Radar!\"\n\n\n \"Graham here,\" replied Celia from her station.", "\"You know Gorman?\" queried Strykalski.\n\n\n Cob nodded. \"Oh, yes. Yes, indeed. Old Brass-bottom Gorman?\"\n\n\n \"The same.\"", "Cob sensed his discomfort. \"That was Celia Graham, Strike. Ensign.\n Radar Officer. She's good, too.\"", "\"We're trying, Cob!\" shouted Strike over the whine of the circuit. The\n gauges showed the accumulators full. \"\nNow!\n\" He spun the rheostat to\n the stops, and black space burst over his brain....", "Cob's voice came through the squawk-box, soberly. \"Strike, Celia's\n fainted down here. We can't take much more of this heat.\"", "\"\nIvy!\n\" Strike was beside her, cradling her head in his arm.", "For all the tension between the occupants of the flying-bridge, Strike\n and Ivy Hendricks worked well together. And after a second week in", "\"We can do it,\" said Ivy Hendricks simply.\n\n\n Strike turned to Cob. \"What do you say, Cob? Shall we make it hotter in\n here?\"", "Cob shrugged philosophically. \"Better than tanking that stinking rocket\n fuel, anyway. Deep space?\"\n\n\n Strike shook his head. \"Venus-Mars.\"", "Strike shook his head. \"She's gone to the Bureau of Ships with a\n designing job.\"\n\n\n Cob waved an expressive arm in the air. \"But dammit, man, I thought....\"", "Whitley's smile was expansive. \"Strike, I think you're going to like\n our old tin pot here.\" He patted the", "\"Well,\" Cob ran a hand over his chin speculatively, \"I know Gorman's\n a prize stinker ... but you were in command of the", "Cob's face was sober, but hidden amusement was kindling behind his\n eyes. \"Captain, may I present Lieutenant Hendricks? Lieutenant\nI-vy\nHendricks?\"", "\"Well, dammit, hold it still so I can!\" snapped Strike. He read the\n message and passed it to Ivy Hendricks with a shake of his head." ], [ "repairs. When the power was again applied, Old Aphrodisiac was running\n ten hours behind schedule, and Strike and Evans, the Astrogation\n Officer, were sweating out the unforeseen changes introduced into the", "jaundiced eye. The hot, slimy, greenish rain that drenched Venusport\n for two-thirds of the 720-hour day had stopped at last, but now a", "A week in space had convinced Strike that he commanded a jinx ship.\n Jetting sunward from Venus, the cantankerous\nAphrodite\nhad burned a", "\"Never thought of that,\" mused Cob. For a long while he was silent;\n then he pulled out an address book and leafed through until he came to\n the pages marked \"Canalopolis, Mars.\"", ", and I expect him by\n 600 hours. In the meantime you'll take over his part of the work. See\n to it that we are fueled and ready to lift ship by 602. Base will start", "nodded. \"That's the story. Lift ship in....\" He glanced at his wrist\n chronograph, \"... in an hour and five.\"", "She nodded silently and took her place at the control panel. Smoothly\n she turned old Aphrodisiac's nose sunward....", "\"... and that's about the story. We are to jet within 28,000,000 miles", "was a surge-circuit monitor of twenty guns built some ten\n years back in the period immediately preceding the Ionian Subjugation\n Incident. She had been designed primarily for atomics, with a", "routine post and loaded up on colonists.\" He shrugged. \"Wrong guess. No\n nova. I made an ass of myself and lost the\nGanymede\n. Gorman gave it", "Cob nodded agreement. \"The last of her class.\"\nAnd she was not an inspiring sight. The fantastically misnamed\nAphrodite", "He returned her gaze sourly. \"For Gorman to fall into the sun? I recall\n I said something of the sort myself, but there are other men on those", "The temperature stood at 140° and the air was bitter with the smell\n of hot metal. Ivy's blouse clung to her body, soaked through with", "with tipsy satisfaction. He stared out at the Martian night beyond the\n broad windows and back again at Strike. His frown was puzzled.", "on the\nAphrodite\n. She generally sent them Earthside with nervous\n breakdowns in half that time.", "\"So you've heard about it.\" Strike shook his head sadly. \"My tactical\n astrophysicist warned me that Procyon A might go nova. I left my", "\"Let me understand you, Ivy,\" said Strike in a flat voice. \"What you\n are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying", "dropping fast, and soon porto-sonar sets would have to be used to find\n the way about the surface Base. It was an ordinary day on Venus.", "Cob scratched his chin speculatively. \"Perihelion run. Hot work.\"\n\n\n Strike was again looking at the spaceship's unprepossessing exterior.\n \"A surge-circuit monitor, so help me.\"", "\"From such humble beginnings do great traditions grow. But something\n happened when I came into the picture. I don't fit with the rest of\n them. Call it luck or temperament or what have you." ], [ "The\nAphrodite\nwas refitted for space. And because it was an integral", "lashed together and drifting in space. Every man and woman aboard out\n cold from the acceleration, and\nAphrodite's\ntanks bone dry. But they", "She nodded silently and took her place at the control panel. Smoothly\n she turned old Aphrodisiac's nose sunward....", "A week in space had convinced Strike that he commanded a jinx ship.\n Jetting sunward from Venus, the cantankerous\nAphrodite\nhad burned a", "Aphrodite's\nlaunching the\n surge-circuit was hailed as the very latest in space drives.", "The other officers of the\nT.R.S. Aphrodite\nwere in conference with\n the Captain when Cob and the girl at his side reached the flying", "Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—\"Cob\" to his friends—nodded in\n agreement. \"That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship", "\"No doubt,\" commented the other sourly. \"Is that why they named\n this ... ship 'Aphrodite'?\"\n\n\n Whitley saw fit to consider the question rhetorical and remained silent.", "repairs. When the power was again applied, Old Aphrodisiac was running\n ten hours behind schedule, and Strike and Evans, the Astrogation\n Officer, were sweating out the unforeseen changes introduced into the", "Strykalski nodded sadly, thinking of the padded smoothness of the\nGanymede's\nflying-bridge. \"But she's home to us, anyway.\"", "spaceboots, sweat making their naked bodies gleam like copper under the\n sodium-vapor lights. The women in the crew added only light blouses to\n their shorts ... and suffered from extra clothing.", "Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her\n flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in\n the darkened viewport.", "The\nAphrodite\nrumbled on toward the orbit of Mercury....", "on the\nAphrodite\n. She generally sent them Earthside with nervous\n breakdowns in half that time.", "Strykalski sighed, still thinking of his sleek\nGanymede\n. \"She'll\n carry the mail, I suppose. And that's about all that's expected of her.\"", "certain this old boiler can take it. I understand the old boy who\n designed her wasn't as incompetent as they say. But Space Regs are\n specific about mail runs. This is important to you, Evans. Your", "Strike shook his head. \"Don't like women in space. They make me\n uncomfortable.\"", "nodded. \"That's the story. Lift ship in....\" He glanced at his wrist\n chronograph, \"... in an hour and five.\"", "The thick Venusian fog had closed in around the top levels of the ship,\n hugging the ports and cutting off all view of the field outside. Strike\n reached for the squawk-box control.", "The scaly bulk of the Tellurian Rocket Ship\nAphrodite\nloomed" ], [ "on the\nAphrodite\n. She generally sent them Earthside with nervous\n breakdowns in half that time.", "Aphrodite's\nnether belly\n affectionately. \"She's old ... but she's loose. And we're not likely to", "The\nAphrodite\nrumbled on toward the orbit of Mercury....", "Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—\"Cob\" to his friends—nodded in\n agreement. \"That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship", "Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her\n flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in\n the darkened viewport.", "She nodded silently and took her place at the control panel. Smoothly\n she turned old Aphrodisiac's nose sunward....", "Aphrodite's\nbridge was unbearable. The thermometer\n showed 145° and it seemed to Strike that Hell must be cool by\n comparison.", "A week in space had convinced Strike that he commanded a jinx ship.\n Jetting sunward from Venus, the cantankerous\nAphrodite\nhad burned a", "The three ships ...\nAtropos\n,\nLachesis\n, and old Aphrodisiac ...", "The\nAphrodite\nwas refitted for space. And because it was an integral", "Cob nodded agreement. \"The last of her class.\"\nAnd she was not an inspiring sight. The fantastically misnamed\nAphrodite", "repairs. When the power was again applied, Old Aphrodisiac was running\n ten hours behind schedule, and Strike and Evans, the Astrogation\n Officer, were sweating out the unforeseen changes introduced into the", "of hoisting his flag on one of her class. There had been three. The\nArtemis\n, the\nAndromeda", "\"No doubt,\" commented the other sourly. \"Is that why they named\n this ... ship 'Aphrodite'?\"\n\n\n Whitley saw fit to consider the question rhetorical and remained silent.", "And she agreed.\nOld Aphrodisiac had reached perihelion when it happened. The", "Aphrodite's\nlaunching the\n surge-circuit was hailed as the very latest in space drives.", "with the poison personality.\" Cob was the\nAphrodite's\nExecutive,\n and he had been with her a full year ... which was a record for Execs", "lashed together and drifting in space. Every man and woman aboard out\n cold from the acceleration, and\nAphrodite's\ntanks bone dry. But they", ", and the prototype ... old Aphrodisiac. The\n three vessels had gone into action off Callisto after the Phobos Raid\n had set off hostilities between the Ionians and the Solarian Combine.", "Carefully, Ivy circled the two warships. From the starboard tube on\n the gun-deck, a homing rocket leapt toward the\nAtropos" ], [ "Cob's face was sober, but hidden amusement was kindling behind his\n eyes. \"Captain, may I present Lieutenant Hendricks? Lieutenant\nI-vy\nHendricks?\"", "\"And now you, Miss Hendricks.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Captain?\" Her voice was low.\n\n\n \"Take over Control ... and Ivy....\"\n\n\n \"Yes?\"", "There were tears bright in Ivy Hendricks' eyes and she sounded\n desperate. \"But we can save those ships! We can, I\nknow", "For all the tension between the occupants of the flying-bridge, Strike\n and Ivy Hendricks worked well together. And after a second week in", "Strike stretched his long legs out on the steel deck. \"A Lieutenant\n Hendricks, I. V. Hendricks, is what the orders say.\"", "\"We can do it,\" said Ivy Hendricks simply.\n\n\n Strike turned to Cob. \"What do you say, Cob? Shall we make it hotter in\n here?\"", "Cob thought hard for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. \"I. V.\n Hendricks.\" He shook his head. \"Don't know him.\"", "Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her\n flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in\n the darkened viewport.", "\"Let me understand you, Ivy,\" said Strike in a flat voice. \"What you\n are suggesting is that I risk my ship and the lives of all of us trying", "\"Frankly, Ivy, I haven't enough sense to be afraid. But are you so\n certain that we can pull this off? If I make a mistake this time ...\n it'll be the last. For all of us.\"", "ships. And, if I know Captain Varni on the\nLachesis\n, he won't let go\n that line even if he fries himself.\"", "\"Uh ... welcome aboard, Miss Hendricks,\" was all the Captain could find\n to say.", "The girl's voice was even colder than before as she said, \"Harlan\n Hendricks, Captain, is my father.\"", "\"Well, dammit, hold it still so I can!\" snapped Strike. He read the\n message and passed it to Ivy Hendricks with a shake of his head.", "Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—\"Cob\" to his friends—nodded in\n agreement. \"That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship", "Carefully, Ivy circled the two warships. From the starboard tube on\n the gun-deck, a homing rocket leapt toward the\nAtropos", "\"Tell me, Captain,\" continued Cob curiously, \"how does it happen\n that you of all people happened to draw this tub for a command? I\n thought....\"", "The girl's eyes were cold and unfriendly. \"Thank you, Captain.\" Her\n voice was like cracked ice tinkling in a glass. \"If I may have your", "Whitley's smile was expansive. \"Strike, I think you're going to like\n our old tin pot here.\" He patted the", "Her designer, Harlan Hendricks, had been awarded a Legion of Merit\n for her, and every silver-braided admiral in the Fleet had dreamed" ], [ "certain this old boiler can take it. I understand the old boy who\n designed her wasn't as incompetent as they say. But Space Regs are\n specific about mail runs. This is important to you, Evans. Your", "A fleet of souped-up space-tugs was on its way from Luna and Venusport,\n but they could not possibly arrive on time. And it was doubtful that", "carried personnel.... She trucked ores. She ferried skeeterboats and\n tanked rocket fuel. Now, she would carry the mail. She would lift from", "routine post and loaded up on colonists.\" He shrugged. \"Wrong guess. No\n nova. I made an ass of myself and lost the\nGanymede\n. Gorman gave it", "\"Never thought of that,\" mused Cob. For a long while he was silent;\n then he pulled out an address book and leafed through until he came to\n the pages marked \"Canalopolis, Mars.\"", "Venusport and jet to Canalopolis, Mars, without delay or variation.\n Regulations, tradition and Admiral Gorman of the Inner Planet Fleet", "surge-circuit set-up for interstellar flight. At least that was the\n planner's view. In those days, interstellar astrogation was in its\n formative stage, and at the time of the", "lashed together and drifting in space. Every man and woman aboard out\n cold from the acceleration, and\nAphrodite's\ntanks bone dry. But they", "Strykalski sighed, still thinking of his sleek\nGanymede\n. \"She'll\n carry the mail, I suppose. And that's about all that's expected of her.\"", "Strike felt vaguely uncomfortable. He knew, of course, that at least a\n third of the personnel on board non-combat vessels of the Inner Planet", "Cob scratched his chin speculatively. \"Perihelion run. Hot work.\"\n\n\n Strike was again looking at the spaceship's unprepossessing exterior.\n \"A surge-circuit monitor, so help me.\"", "The\nAphrodite\nwas refitted for space. And because it was an integral", "A week in space had convinced Strike that he commanded a jinx ship.\n Jetting sunward from Venus, the cantankerous\nAphrodite\nhad burned a", "Cob shrugged philosophically. \"Better than tanking that stinking rocket\n fuel, anyway. Deep space?\"\n\n\n Strike shook his head. \"Venus-Mars.\"", "know\nwe can! My\n father designed this ship! I know every rivet of her! Those idiots off\n Callisto didn't know what they were doing. These ships needed specially", ". The\nAtropos\nhad burst a fission chamber and was falling into the sun.\n Radiation made a transfer of personnel impossible, and the\nAtropos", "astrogation has to be accurate to within twenty-five miles plus or\n minus the shortest route. And there'll be no breaking orbit. Now be\n certain that the refrigeration units are checked, Mister Wilkins,", "\"... and that's about the story. We are to jet within 28,000,000 miles", "repairs. When the power was again applied, Old Aphrodisiac was running\n ten hours behind schedule, and Strike and Evans, the Astrogation\n Officer, were sweating out the unforeseen changes introduced into the", "She nodded silently and took her place at the control panel. Smoothly\n she turned old Aphrodisiac's nose sunward...." ] ]

[ "What is not clearly an element of injustice in this story?", "Why might one not want to live in the universe in which this story takes place?", "Why is Kirk's friend considered dangerous to the community?", "Is Kirk's friend actually dangerous to the community?", "Is Kirk a model citizen?", "What happened to Kirk's father?", "What are the gender roles like in this community?", "Of the following options, what best summarizes this story?", "Who is Kirk most mad at in this story?" ]

[ [ "Heat stones were unfairly distributed", "There was classism", "Kirk's father was harmed", "There was rampant sexism" ], [ "Kids at Kirk's age are routinely hazed and attacked", "Mothers have to support the family through drastic measures", "Survival itself is difficult", "The individuals in the community are not accepting of others" ], [ "He ran his mouth too much", "He disobeyed orders regularly", "He threatened violence against his peers", "He tried to kill a fellow citizen" ], [ "Yes, he hated most people in the community", "No, he just opposed the current leader", "No, he just wanted to point out injustice", "Yes, he was planning on inciting violence" ], [ "No, he hated the systems enforced by his community.", "Yes, he followed all the rules set out by the Officers.", "No, he wanted to kill the leader's son.", "Yes, he was kind to his family and friends." ], [ "His father was killed by a fellow citizen", "His father was trapped in a barrier until he died", "His father was killed by the enemy", "His father accidentally fell to his death" ], [ "The women hunt and the men watch the children", "Men and women do an equal amount of raising the kids", "Women do a lot of the business on behalf of each family", "Men have to protect the group regularly" ], [ "A boy has to prevent his friend from getting himself in danger.", "A boy realizes the full extent to which his community supports him.", "A boy has to protect his whole family indefinitely.", "A boy realizes the full extent to which his community oppresses him." ], [ "His younger sister", "His peers who spoke to him post-battle", "His friend on the battlefield", "The officer who spoke to him post-battle" ] ]

[ 4, 3, 1, 3, 1, 1, 4, 4, 4 ]

[ 1, 0, 1, 1, 0, 1, 0, 1, 0 ]

[ [ "difference is they want to get it for themselves, and we want to keep\n it.\" He coughed and spat in sudden angry disgust. \"And we've swallowed", "She said, \"You men! He's no man, Ma. He's just a little boy who has to\n stay behind and shoo the beetles out of the fields.\"", "After that, even the wind was gone, and the darkness had turned red.\nThere was a voice, a long way off. It said, \"God, he's strong!\" Over", "\"Three lives, against all those back on the plain. We held our fire\n too long as it was, hoping. The Piruts nearly broke through. Try to\n understand! I had to do it.\"", "where the still breathless faces were, watching him. He saw the blurred\n shapes of clay cooking pots, of low bed frames, of huddled bodies. The\n baby began to whimper again.", "There was no conviction in her voice. The wind was freezing on Kirk's\n bare feet. He dropped the curtain and went across the plain.", "\"We saw them coming up the tongue of rock. The Piruts were behind them,\n but not far. Not far enough. One of the three, it wasn't your father,\n called to us to put the ladder down. We waited....\"", "\"Rot, is it? Jakk Randl knew. He saw with his own eyes and he told me\n while he was dying. The Captain's yellow daughter, sneaking heat-stones\n into....\"", "Looking up, calling to the men they knew, asking for help and getting a\n spear through the heart.", "\"I let them get as close as I dared,\" said the Officer tonelessly. \"I\n tried to find a way. But there wasn't any way but the ladder, and that", "The baby cried. Ma Kirk shrilled at her son, and two of the younger\n ones fought over a bone with no meat on it, rolling and snapping on the", "He said quietly, but so that everyone could hear him, \"Discipline, for\n not longer than it takes to clear the rock below.\"", "knows how long ago that was. They think they can go on doing it. They\n think we'd never suspect.\"", "talked that much before. It was the baby, crying in the cold, that set\n him off. Suppose someone had heard him. Suppose he was reported for a\n mutineer. That meant the sucking-plant....", "\"Kirk,\" he said, \"this is going to be hard to explain. I've never done\n anything as hard. The Piruts didn't kill them. They were responsible,\n but they didn't actually kill them.\"", "Randl laughed and shuddered with a secret, ugly triumph. \"I crawled up\n on the peak during the last darkness. The guards were cold and the wind\n made them blind and deaf. I lay in the rocks and watched. And I saw....\"", "It was the wall. He saw that after a while. The wall where the Officer\n had been standing. There were six men holding him, three on each side.\n The Officer was gone.", "The Officer hit him on the jaw, carefully and without heat. Kirk sagged\n down. The Officer stepped back, looking as though he had a pain in him\n that he didn't want to show.", "have broken his brittle light-furred body in two. All Randl's strength\n was in his eyes. The pupils were always spread, always hot with some", "\"Yah!\" cried a shrill voice over his shoulder. \"All but the Captain's\n yellow daughter!\"" ], [ "talked that much before. It was the baby, crying in the cold, that set\n him off. Suppose someone had heard him. Suppose he was reported for a\n mutineer. That meant the sucking-plant....", "Freezing and starving would take too long. There'd be too many of us if\n we found out, or got mad.\"", "\"Sit down, Wes, quick, and listen. Sawbones is no good—and why would\n I want to go on living anyway?\"", "There was silence in the room again. Kirk felt it, thick and choky.\n His heart kicked against his ribs. He was scared, suddenly. He'd never", "difference is they want to get it for themselves, and we want to keep\n it.\" He coughed and spat in sudden angry disgust. \"And we've swallowed", "The same landscape he had stared at since he was able to crawl by\n himself away from the box of heat-stones. Flat grey plain running", "Nerves crackled icily all over Kirk's skin. But there wasn't any need\n to listen. The noise rolled in over them. It hit rock faces polished by", "\"Shut up,\" he said urgently. \"Don't make me punish you, not now. You're\n talking rot, but it's dangerous.\"", "\"There must be something in the Ship that they don't want us to have.\n Something valuable, something they want to keep for themselves. What\n else could it be but heat-stones and maybe dried meat?\"", "\"I let them get as close as I dared,\" said the Officer tonelessly. \"I\n tried to find a way. But there wasn't any way but the ladder, and that", "It was hard to move. He'd never been tired like this before. He'd never\n been afraid like this, either. He didn't know what he was afraid of.\n Something in the Officer's voice.", "\"Too bad.\" The man shook his head, and then shrugged. \"Maybe it's\n better, at that. He was headed for trouble, that one. Kinda leading you\n that way, too, I heard. Always talking.\"", "\"Yah!\" said Lil sharply. \"You just like to talk. Why should the\n Officers want us killed off anyhow?\"\n\n\n Kirk looked at the thin fuzzy baby curled tight in the skins.", "that stuff. We've let the Officers hoard heat and food so they can live\n no matter what happens to us. We're fools, Wes! A lot of bloody fools!\"", "Ma Kirk sighed. \"Seems like meat gets scarcer all the time, like the\n heat-stones.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe,\" said Kirk heavily, \"it all goes to the same place.\"", "where the still breathless faces were, watching him. He saw the blurred\n shapes of clay cooking pots, of low bed frames, of huddled bodies. The\n baby began to whimper again.", "A muscle began to twitch under Kirk's eye. That, too, was something\n that had never happened before, like the stab of pain with no spear\n behind it. He licked his lips and repeated hoarsely:", "There was suddenly a lot of silence in the room. The word \"Ship\" hung\n there, awesome and accusing. Ma Kirk's eyes flicked to the curtain over\n the door and back to her son.", "He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness\n or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two", "\"Who's to hear it?\" Kirk raised his heavy overlids and let his pupils\n widen, huge liquid drops spreading black across his eyeballs, sucking" ], [ "There was silence in the room again. Kirk felt it, thick and choky.\n His heart kicked against his ribs. He was scared, suddenly. He'd never", "Randl nudged Kirk's elbow. \"Look at 'em,\" he said, and coughed. He was\n always coughing, jerking his thin sharp face back and forth. Kirk could", "He looked at Kirk's face and shut up suddenly. He turned away and\n grunted over his shoulders, \"The O.D.'s looking for you.\"", "Kirk laid the body carefully on the stones and got up. \"Yeah.\"\n\n\n \"Kind of a pal of yours, wasn't he?\"", "Kirk's voice was soft in his thick throat. \"I would like to kill them,\"\n he said. \"I would like to kill them all.\"", "Kirk's eyes were hot and not quite sane. He couldn't have stopped if\n he'd wanted to.", "Kirk stopped. \"Aw, I wasn't going to hurt her. She has to be so smart!\"\n He leaned forward to glare at Lil. \"And I would so kill the Captain's\n daughter!\"", "\"Kirk,\" he said, \"this is going to be hard to explain. I've never done\n anything as hard. The Piruts didn't kill them. They were responsible,\n but they didn't actually kill them.\"", "There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of\n luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in\n close to Kirk.", "Kirk's voice wasn't a voice at all. \"You killed them. You killed my\n father.\"", "Kirk stepped behind Randl to shield him from the wind. His voice was\n only a whisper, but it had a hard edge. The baby's thin, terrible wail\n was still in his ears.", "Presently someone came up and shook Kirk's shoulder and said, \"Hey,\n kid, are you deaf? We been yelling for you.\" He stopped, and then said\n more gently, \"Oh. Jakk got it, did he?\"", "He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness\n or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two", "Kirk raised his shaggy head. The light of the yellow star they called\n Sun caught in the huge luminous blackness of his eyes.", "\"Your father, and his two friends.\"\n\n\n Kirk shivered. The horny lids dropped over his eyes. \"I wish I'd\n known,\" he whispered. \"I'd have killed more of them.\"", "Kirk spun angrily around. Lil, next below himself, danced back out of\n reach, her kilt of little skins flying around her thin hips.", "Kirk's pupils shrank to points no warmer nor softer than the tip of his\n knife. He smiled, almost gently, looking up the hill.", "\"Who's to hear it?\" Kirk raised his heavy overlids and let his pupils\n widen, huge liquid drops spreading black across his eyeballs, sucking", "Kirk snorted. \"You women know so much. If they let the shags or the\n Piruts in on us, how could they stop 'em before they killed everybody,", "\"Too bad.\" The man shook his head, and then shrugged. \"Maybe it's\n better, at that. He was headed for trouble, that one. Kinda leading you\n that way, too, I heard. Always talking.\"" ], [ "There was silence in the room again. Kirk felt it, thick and choky.\n His heart kicked against his ribs. He was scared, suddenly. He'd never", "Kirk laid the body carefully on the stones and got up. \"Yeah.\"\n\n\n \"Kind of a pal of yours, wasn't he?\"", "Kirk stopped. \"Aw, I wasn't going to hurt her. She has to be so smart!\"\n He leaned forward to glare at Lil. \"And I would so kill the Captain's\n daughter!\"", "Kirk's voice was soft in his thick throat. \"I would like to kill them,\"\n he said. \"I would like to kill them all.\"", "He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness\n or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two", "\"Kirk,\" he said, \"this is going to be hard to explain. I've never done\n anything as hard. The Piruts didn't kill them. They were responsible,\n but they didn't actually kill them.\"", "Randl nudged Kirk's elbow. \"Look at 'em,\" he said, and coughed. He was\n always coughing, jerking his thin sharp face back and forth. Kirk could", "Kirk's voice wasn't a voice at all. \"You killed them. You killed my\n father.\"", "He looked at Kirk's face and shut up suddenly. He turned away and\n grunted over his shoulders, \"The O.D.'s looking for you.\"", "Presently someone came up and shook Kirk's shoulder and said, \"Hey,\n kid, are you deaf? We been yelling for you.\" He stopped, and then said\n more gently, \"Oh. Jakk got it, did he?\"", "Kirk's pupils shrank to points no warmer nor softer than the tip of his\n knife. He smiled, almost gently, looking up the hill.", "\"Your father, and his two friends.\"\n\n\n Kirk shivered. The horny lids dropped over his eyes. \"I wish I'd\n known,\" he whispered. \"I'd have killed more of them.\"", "Randl didn't answer. He sat down suddenly, doubled over. Kirk grinned.\n \"Take it easy,\" he said softly. \"I'll cover you.\"", "There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of\n luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in\n close to Kirk.", "Kirk's eyes were hot and not quite sane. He couldn't have stopped if\n he'd wanted to.", "Kirk stepped behind Randl to shield him from the wind. His voice was\n only a whisper, but it had a hard edge. The baby's thin, terrible wail\n was still in his ears.", "\"Who's to hear it?\" Kirk raised his heavy overlids and let his pupils\n widen, huge liquid drops spreading black across his eyeballs, sucking", "Kirk bent. He didn't move for a long time. After a while Randl's voice\n stopped, and then the blood wasn't pumping any more, just oozing.", "A man came up over the top of the ladder. He was carrying a body over\n his shoulder, and breathing hard.\n\n\n \"Here's Kirk,\" he said. \"Where'll I put him?\"", "Kirk snorted. \"You women know so much. If they let the shags or the\n Piruts in on us, how could they stop 'em before they killed everybody," ], [ "He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness\n or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two", "Kirk's voice was soft in his thick throat. \"I would like to kill them,\"\n he said. \"I would like to kill them all.\"", "\"All right,\" said Kirk sullenly. He squatted down, holding his hands\n over the heat. His back twitched with the cold, but it was nice to have", "Kirk's voice wasn't a voice at all. \"You killed them. You killed my\n father.\"", "Randl nudged Kirk's elbow. \"Look at 'em,\" he said, and coughed. He was\n always coughing, jerking his thin sharp face back and forth. Kirk could", "Presently someone came up and shook Kirk's shoulder and said, \"Hey,\n kid, are you deaf? We been yelling for you.\" He stopped, and then said\n more gently, \"Oh. Jakk got it, did he?\"", "Kirk's spear made a flat clatter on the stone. He started forward. Men\n moved in and held him, without rancor, looking at their own feet.", "Kirk raised his shaggy head. The light of the yellow star they called\n Sun caught in the huge luminous blackness of his eyes.", "There was silence in the room again. Kirk felt it, thick and choky.\n His heart kicked against his ribs. He was scared, suddenly. He'd never", "\"Kirk,\" he said, \"this is going to be hard to explain. I've never done\n anything as hard. The Piruts didn't kill them. They were responsible,\n but they didn't actually kill them.\"", "The Officer hit him on the jaw, carefully and without heat. Kirk sagged\n down. The Officer stepped back, looking as though he had a pain in him\n that he didn't want to show.", "Kirk laid the body carefully on the stones and got up. \"Yeah.\"\n\n\n \"Kind of a pal of yours, wasn't he?\"", "Kirk relaxed. He was shivering and covered with rime from body sweat.\n Somebody whistled.\n\n\n \"Six men! Didn't know the kid had it in him.\"", "Kirk stopped. \"Aw, I wasn't going to hurt her. She has to be so smart!\"\n He leaned forward to glare at Lil. \"And I would so kill the Captain's\n daughter!\"", "Kirk's pupils shrank to points no warmer nor softer than the tip of his\n knife. He smiled, almost gently, looking up the hill.", "A man came up over the top of the ladder. He was carrying a body over\n his shoulder, and breathing hard.\n\n\n \"Here's Kirk,\" he said. \"Where'll I put him?\"", "Kirk bent. He didn't move for a long time. After a while Randl's voice\n stopped, and then the blood wasn't pumping any more, just oozing.", "Kirk's eyes were hot and not quite sane. He couldn't have stopped if\n he'd wanted to.", "Randl didn't answer. He sat down suddenly, doubled over. Kirk grinned.\n \"Take it easy,\" he said softly. \"I'll cover you.\"", "Kirk tried to turn. The six men swung with him. Kirk said, \"You better\n discipline me. You better kill me, because, if you don't, I'll kill\n you.\"" ], [ "Kirk's voice wasn't a voice at all. \"You killed them. You killed my\n father.\"", "\"Your father, and his two friends.\"\n\n\n Kirk shivered. The horny lids dropped over his eyes. \"I wish I'd\n known,\" he whispered. \"I'd have killed more of them.\"", "Kirk pointed. \"From the west. Piruts, I think.\"\n\n\n Ma Kirk sucked in her breath. Her voice had no tone in it. \"Your Pa\n went hunting that way.\"", "There was suddenly a lot of silence in the room. The word \"Ship\" hung\n there, awesome and accusing. Ma Kirk's eyes flicked to the curtain over\n the door and back to her son.", "Kirk stepped behind Randl to shield him from the wind. His voice was\n only a whisper, but it had a hard edge. The baby's thin, terrible wail\n was still in his ears.", "There was silence in the room again. Kirk felt it, thick and choky.\n His heart kicked against his ribs. He was scared, suddenly. He'd never", "He said, \"Pa.\"\n\n\n The Officer nodded. He seemed very tired, and he didn't look at Kirk.\n He hadn't, after the first glance.", "He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness\n or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two", "Randl's hands slid away, so that Kirk could see the hole the stone had\n made. Everything seemed to be very quiet.", "Presently someone came up and shook Kirk's shoulder and said, \"Hey,\n kid, are you deaf? We been yelling for you.\" He stopped, and then said\n more gently, \"Oh. Jakk got it, did he?\"", "Kirk's pupils shrank to points no warmer nor softer than the tip of his\n knife. He smiled, almost gently, looking up the hill.", "Kirk bent. He didn't move for a long time. After a while Randl's voice\n stopped, and then the blood wasn't pumping any more, just oozing.", "Kirk's voice was soft in his thick throat. \"I would like to kill them,\"\n he said. \"I would like to kill them all.\"", "Kirk laid the body carefully on the stones and got up. \"Yeah.\"\n\n\n \"Kind of a pal of yours, wasn't he?\"", "\"Kirk,\" he said, \"this is going to be hard to explain. I've never done\n anything as hard. The Piruts didn't kill them. They were responsible,\n but they didn't actually kill them.\"", "Kirk's spear made a flat clatter on the stone. He started forward. Men\n moved in and held him, without rancor, looking at their own feet.", "Kirk raised his shaggy head. The light of the yellow star they called\n Sun caught in the huge luminous blackness of his eyes.", "Kirk relaxed. He was shivering and covered with rime from body sweat.\n Somebody whistled.\n\n\n \"Six men! Didn't know the kid had it in him.\"", "\"All right,\" said Kirk sullenly. He squatted down, holding his hands\n over the heat. His back twitched with the cold, but it was nice to have", "A man came up over the top of the ladder. He was carrying a body over\n his shoulder, and breathing hard.\n\n\n \"Here's Kirk,\" he said. \"Where'll I put him?\"" ], [ "She said, \"You men! He's no man, Ma. He's just a little boy who has to\n stay behind and shoo the beetles out of the fields.\"", "The baby was quiet. Ma Kirk laid it down in a nest of skins put close\n to the heat and said wearily:\n\n\n \"You men, always talking about killing! Haven't we enough trouble\n without that?\"", "Between the fields and the gullies there were huts like his own, sunk\n into the earth and sodded tight. A lot of huts, but not as many as", "The baby cried. Ma Kirk shrilled at her son, and two of the younger\n ones fought over a bone with no meat on it, rolling and snapping on the", "where the still breathless faces were, watching him. He saw the blurred\n shapes of clay cooking pots, of low bed frames, of huddled bodies. The\n baby began to whimper again.", "\"We saw them coming up the tongue of rock. The Piruts were behind them,\n but not far. Not far enough. One of the three, it wasn't your father,\n called to us to put the ladder down. We waited....\"", "Kirk pointed. \"From the west. Piruts, I think.\"\n\n\n Ma Kirk sucked in her breath. Her voice had no tone in it. \"Your Pa\n went hunting that way.\"", "He helped to lay his father down. He'd seen bodies before. He'd handled\n them, fighting on the pillbox walls. But never one he'd known so long,", "After that, even the wind was gone, and the darkness had turned red.\nThere was a voice, a long way off. It said, \"God, he's strong!\" Over", "Looking up, calling to the men they knew, asking for help and getting a\n spear through the heart.", "difference is they want to get it for themselves, and we want to keep\n it.\" He coughed and spat in sudden angry disgust. \"And we've swallowed", "Ma Kirk said stiffly, \"Which way are they coming?\"\n\n\n Kirk's ears twitched. He sorted the gong sounds, and the wind, and\n found a whisper underneath them, rushing up out of the gullied plain.", "Kirk's spear made a flat clatter on the stone. He started forward. Men\n moved in and held him, without rancor, looking at their own feet.", "The young ones giggled, well out of reach. Lil's thin body was strung\n tight, quivering to move. \"Besides,\" she demanded, \"what have the", "Ma Kirk looked at him. \"Your Pa's still big enough to whale you, young\n man! Now you stop it, both of you.\"", "Ma Kirk sighed. \"Seems like meat gets scarcer all the time, like the\n heat-stones.\"\n\n\n \"Maybe,\" said Kirk heavily, \"it all goes to the same place.\"", "A man came up over the top of the ladder. He was carrying a body over\n his shoulder, and breathing hard.\n\n\n \"Here's Kirk,\" he said. \"Where'll I put him?\"", "Randl's narrow shoulders twitched. \"Near as we know, their legend is\n the same as ours. Something holy in the Ship, sacred and tabu. Only", "That ladder made Kirk think of Pa. It was the only way for a man to get\n into the outer gullies from the west escarpment of the colony. He shook", "one he'd eaten and slept and wrestled with. The thick arm that hauled\n him out of bed this morning, the big hands that warmed the baby against" ], [ "\"We saw them coming up the tongue of rock. The Piruts were behind them,\n but not far. Not far enough. One of the three, it wasn't your father,\n called to us to put the ladder down. We waited....\"", "After that, even the wind was gone, and the darkness had turned red.\nThere was a voice, a long way off. It said, \"God, he's strong!\" Over", "have broken his brittle light-furred body in two. All Randl's strength\n was in his eyes. The pupils were always spread, always hot with some", "one he'd eaten and slept and wrestled with. The thick arm that hauled\n him out of bed this morning, the big hands that warmed the baby against", "She said, \"You men! He's no man, Ma. He's just a little boy who has to\n stay behind and shoo the beetles out of the fields.\"", "The young ones giggled, well out of reach. Lil's thin body was strung\n tight, quivering to move. \"Besides,\" she demanded, \"what have the", "where the still breathless faces were, watching him. He saw the blurred\n shapes of clay cooking pots, of low bed frames, of huddled bodies. The\n baby began to whimper again.", "\"I let them get as close as I dared,\" said the Officer tonelessly. \"I\n tried to find a way. But there wasn't any way but the ladder, and that", "Randl laughed and shuddered with a secret, ugly triumph. \"I crawled up\n on the peak during the last darkness. The guards were cold and the wind\n made them blind and deaf. I lay in the rocks and watched. And I saw....\"", "behind them, and then climbing on the round hairy bodies. It took\n courage, because sometimes the shags turned and clawed the men who\n drove them, and sometimes the dead ones weren't quite dead and it was", "Looking up, calling to the men they knew, asking for help and getting a\n spear through the heart.", "\"Three lives, against all those back on the plain. We held our fire\n too long as it was, hoping. The Piruts nearly broke through. Try to\n understand! I had to do it.\"", "\"Sit down, Wes, quick, and listen. Sawbones is no good—and why would\n I want to go on living anyway?\"", "difference is they want to get it for themselves, and we want to keep\n it.\" He coughed and spat in sudden angry disgust. \"And we've swallowed", "A man came up over the top of the ladder. He was carrying a body over\n his shoulder, and breathing hard.\n\n\n \"Here's Kirk,\" he said. \"Where'll I put him?\"", "\"Your father, and his two friends.\"\n\n\n Kirk shivered. The horny lids dropped over his eyes. \"I wish I'd\n known,\" he whispered. \"I'd have killed more of them.\"", "\"All right,\" said Kirk sullenly. He squatted down, holding his hands\n over the heat. His back twitched with the cold, but it was nice to have", "The baby was quiet. Ma Kirk laid it down in a nest of skins put close\n to the heat and said wearily:\n\n\n \"You men, always talking about killing! Haven't we enough trouble\n without that?\"", "\"Wes! You come here and let that curtain down! You want us all to\n freeze?\" Her dark-furred shoulders moved rhythmically over the rocking", "The young ones stopped fighting, scuttling out of reach and watching\n with bright moist eyes, grinning. The baby had reached the hiccoughing\n stage." ], [ "Kirk's voice wasn't a voice at all. \"You killed them. You killed my\n father.\"", "Kirk spun angrily around. Lil, next below himself, danced back out of\n reach, her kilt of little skins flying around her thin hips.", "Kirk's voice was soft in his thick throat. \"I would like to kill them,\"\n he said. \"I would like to kill them all.\"", "There was silence in the room again. Kirk felt it, thick and choky.\n His heart kicked against his ribs. He was scared, suddenly. He'd never", "Kirk stopped. \"Aw, I wasn't going to hurt her. She has to be so smart!\"\n He leaned forward to glare at Lil. \"And I would so kill the Captain's\n daughter!\"", "Kirk's eyes were hot and not quite sane. He couldn't have stopped if\n he'd wanted to.", "Kirk stepped behind Randl to shield him from the wind. His voice was\n only a whisper, but it had a hard edge. The baby's thin, terrible wail\n was still in his ears.", "Presently someone came up and shook Kirk's shoulder and said, \"Hey,\n kid, are you deaf? We been yelling for you.\" He stopped, and then said\n more gently, \"Oh. Jakk got it, did he?\"", "\"All right,\" said Kirk sullenly. He squatted down, holding his hands\n over the heat. His back twitched with the cold, but it was nice to have", "He looked at Kirk's face and shut up suddenly. He turned away and\n grunted over his shoulders, \"The O.D.'s looking for you.\"", "He smiled. Kirk had never seen him smile like that, without bitterness\n or pain. He sat down, crouched on the body of a man who lived only two", "There was suddenly a lot of silence in the room. The word \"Ship\" hung\n there, awesome and accusing. Ma Kirk's eyes flicked to the curtain over\n the door and back to her son.", "Randl nudged Kirk's elbow. \"Look at 'em,\" he said, and coughed. He was\n always coughing, jerking his thin sharp face back and forth. Kirk could", "Kirk's spear made a flat clatter on the stone. He started forward. Men\n moved in and held him, without rancor, looking at their own feet.", "Two of the men nodded and took Kirk away down a flight of stone steps.\n One of the four who were left looked over the wall and spat.", "Kirk's big heavy chest swelled. \"Ma,\" he said, \"you make that brat shut\n up or I'll whale her, anyhow.\"", "\"Worse for us, or for you?\" Kirk was shouting, holding his head up in\n the wind. \"Listen, you men! Do you know what the Officers are doing up\n there in the Ship they won't let us touch?\"", "There was an uneasy stirring among the Hans, a slipping aside of\n luminous black eyes. The Officer shut his jaw tight. He stepped in\n close to Kirk.", "Kirk's pupils shrank to points no warmer nor softer than the tip of his\n knife. He smiled, almost gently, looking up the hill.", "Randl didn't answer. He sat down suddenly, doubled over. Kirk grinned.\n \"Take it easy,\" he said softly. \"I'll cover you.\"" ] ]

[ "How were physical features of the actors and actresses treated in this story?", "Why was it easy for the main female characters to be supportive of each other?", "If Peggy does secure this role, what would likely happen?", "If Peggy doesn't secure this role, what would likely happen?", "What would you say is true when describing the group of the main female characters in this story?", "What was the narrative purpose of having Amy not audition for a role?", "Who would most likely enjoy this excerpt?", "Of the following options, which best summarizes this story?", "Which of the following was not an element of the audition process?" ]

[ [ "People were being kind, especially because there was a bit of flexibility in what the characters in the play could look like.", "People were only being supportive with each other (though not to a sugar-coating extent).", "People were being kind, but the looks of the characters had to be a certain way, so people were generally honest about looks.", "People were complimenting their friends and criticizing others." ], [ "They all know they're unlikely to be cast because Randy and Mal are trying hard to not play favorites.", "They all know there will be other opportunities in the future they're likely to secure if they miss out this time around.", "None of them are auditioning for the same role, which is usually a major source of competition.", "They've all been friends for a long time." ], [ "She would visit home in four months.", "She'd probably be happy for a short bit, but then stressed that it wouldn't be enough to prove herself to her parents.", "She wouldn't go home in four months.", "She would feel like she'd completely earned it without any favoritism." ], [ "She'd find another role quickly because she has good connections and networking skills.", "She'd try to secure a role within four months.", "A new role wouldn't be guaranteed, but she'd convince Randy to write her into a future play.", "She'd get the approval from her parents to stay for an extra year; they want the best for her and believe in her skills." ], [ "They're all competitive, caring, and beautiful", "They're all insecure, anxious, and stressed", "They're all tough, jaded, and beautiful", "They're all kind, non-competitive, and pretty" ], [ "It helped illustrate that she and Peggy are close with Randy and Mal, because she helped them during auditions.", "It helped illustrate that she doesn't want to compete with Peggy, because if she'd auditioned they'd go for the same role.", "It helped illustrate that she doesn't want to compete with Paula, because if she'd auditioned they'd go for the same role.", "It helped illustrate that she wants the play to succeed and that she thinks she needs to help with auditions in order for that to happen." ], [ "A grandmother who wants to relate with her granddaughter who's entering the theater industry", "Someone who likes theater and enjoys thinking about the audition process and seeing it play out", "A male actor trying to see what the audition process feels like to actresses during their auditions", "A young child who dreams to be an actress and primarily wants to hear success stories" ], [ "A woman auditions for her friend's play and gains perspective for what her future as an actress might be like.", "A woman auditions for her friend's play and makes friends and connections in the process.", "A woman auditions for her friend's play and wants to prove to her friend that he should write a role for her in the future.", "A woman auditions for her friend's play and has a lot of fun seeing the audition process." ], [ "People had to improvise in-character to show that they understood their mannerisms and how they'd act in certain situations", "People had to read for the role they chose if their physical appearance matched well with the character", "People had to initially select the specific role they were auditioning for", "People had to read through the entire script within a few days" ] ]

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[ [ "of the kind of character they were playing,\n and tried to create him in the brief time they had on\n stage. Others still were actors who had one rather", "Each actor, no matter how good or how bad, was\n treated with impersonal courtesy by Mal, and each\n left looking sure that the part was his. Peggy was", "The same process was then followed for the leading\n men, and the same wide range of talent and understanding\n of the part was displayed. Some seemed", "the play, and I know the author and director, and\n unless I’m way off, you look just the way the lead\n should look. In fact, it’s almost uncanny. You look as", "Only four actresses came forward, and Mal, with\n difficulty, reviewed them all. Unable to eliminate by\n type, he gave them all scripts and asked them to", "“They won’t go back to the rejects,” Peggy explained,\n “because they both have a pretty good idea\n of what the characters in the play should look like.", "“The part calls for a pretty girl,” Mal said with a rare\n smile, “but not for a girl so pretty that she’ll dominate\n the stage! It was a pleasure to look at you, but I’m", "3\n\n “But what if the people they pick for looks can’t\n act?” Amy asked. “And what if some of the rejects\n are wonderful actors?”", "Peggy watched the remaining actors try for the\n role, and made mental notes of which ones were possible,\n which probable, and which stood no chance at\n all.", "looks toward others who were trying for the same\n parts. Keeping friendships in the theater was not an\n easy thing, she thought, particularly for people of\n similar physical types!", "Mal went down the line, regretfully dismissing one\n after the other of the girls, and occasionally asking\n one to step aside to try for another role. His tough-looking", "And if the people they pick aren’t good enough actors,\n then they hold another cast call and try again.\n Mal says that sometimes certain parts are so hard to", "least for this play. Mal and Randy told you that\n you’re just too pretty for any of the parts that fit\n your age, and that’s nothing to feel bad about. If", "Instead of answering, Paula suddenly stood up.\n “Let’s go see how they’re coming with the actors,” she\n said. “I think they’re almost finished.”\n\n8", "comedian we need for this must be a large, rather\n bluff-looking person, like these three gentlemen\n whom I have chosen to hear. The part calls for it.\n I’m sorry.”", "lamp and feeding the actor cue lines. Mal followed\n the whole sequence with no visible sign of impatience\n and, when the actor was through, said,", "All at the same time, the girls started to reassure\n him and tell him how good the play was, and how\n badly the actors, including themselves, had handled", "Mal’s first concern in reviewing the actresses was,\n of course, for the leading role. And, of course, it was", "Scarcely noticing the rest of the proceedings, she\n thought only about the coming readings. She was\n so familiar with the play that she knew she had an", "to have no idea at all about the play or its meaning,\n and Peggy was sure that these men had read only\n the parts marked for them. Others had a clear understanding" ], [ "for her friendship with him was of a different sort\n than with Mal. Mal was just a friend—a good one,\n to be sure—but with Randy Brewster, somehow,", "figures. It was not going to be easy for Mal to make a\n choice. As Paula, her new friend, went forward to\n join the others, Peggy whispered a word of encouragement,", "Peggy’s friend and housemate, Amy Preston,\n smiled in agreement and said, “It’s not an easy business,", "the chore that faced them. Amy, who was there to\n help the boys by acting as secretary for the occasion,\n wished Peggy good luck, and joined the boys at the", "Afterward, as Peggy, Amy, Paula, and Greta sat at\n a table in a nearby coffeehouse waiting for Mal and\n Randy to join them, each was sure that she had been", "Only when Amy started to laugh did the three\n others realize how much alike they had sounded.\n Then they joined in the laughter and couldn’t seem", "discussed it with Randy through each revision. She\n knew she could play the part; in fact, she suspected\n secretly that Randy had written it for her, and the", "Peggy nodded sympathetically. “But it wasn’t just\n your accent, Amy,” she said. “It’s your looks, too. At", "Peggy nodded thoughtfully, and reflected that it\n must, indeed, be more wearing on the boys. Mallory\n Seton, director of the new play, had been an upper-class", "All at the same time, the girls started to reassure\n him and tell him how good the play was, and how\n badly the actors, including themselves, had handled", "“Oh, they were just sweet-talking me,” Amy replied.\n “And as for you, you know you don’t have to\n worry about your looks. You have a wonderful face!", "looks toward others who were trying for the same\n parts. Keeping friendships in the theater was not an\n easy thing, she thought, particularly for people of\n similar physical types!", "wonderful place—and we live like one big noisy family.\n The Arms is run just for young actresses, so we\n all have a lot in common. I haven’t seen Greta for", "Peggy looked carefully at her new friend, at the\n somewhat uncertain smile that played about her\n well-formed, generous mouth and the intelligence", "“... so, you see,” Peggy concluded, “we were\n each explaining how good the others were and how\n bad we were, and when Randy started telling us how\n bad he had been as a writer, we just couldn’t stand\n it!”", "“All right, gentlemen,” Mal called out. “That takes\n care of the male roles. All of you who are left will be", "Amy and Peggy. In a businesslike manner, they settled\n themselves at a table near the windows, spread\n out scripts and pads and pencils, and prepared for", "Slipping back through the crowd of waiting actors,\n she joined the actresses in the rear of the room, and\n found an empty seat next to a young girl.", "Then, with a smile of farewell, Peggy turned her\n attention to the “career woman, early thirties” classification\n that Mal had called for next. Once that\n was out of the way, she knew it would be her turn.", "The door at the back of the theater opened quietly,\n and Peggy, turning around in her seat, saw a few of\n the actresses entering. They quietly found seats in\n the rear and settled down to await their turn." ], [ "“I think you do have a chance,” Peggy said. “In\n fact, if you can act, I bet you’ll get the part. I’ve read", "I can get some kind of supporting role in this play,\n but I don’t think I’m ready for anything big yet. By\n the way, my name is Peggy Lane. What’s yours?”", "Peggy watched the remaining actors try for the\n role, and made mental notes of which ones were possible,\n which probable, and which stood no chance at\n all.", "when they had discovered a theater. It would not be\n easy for him to consider Peggy for an acting role, and\n to do so completely without bias. It would not be a", "Greta nodded decisively. “If you can act, you’re\n made for it,” she said.\n\n\n “That’s just what Peggy said!”", "When he was done, Peggy and two others were\n given scripts and told to come to the theater on Saturday.\n Feeling lightheaded and giddy, Peggy settled", "Paula returned to Peggy with eyes shining. “Oh,\n Peggy! I think you were right! I just know I’m going\n to get the part! I know it!”\n\n10", "for this role that he had the most applicants. More\n than twenty girls came forward when the announcement\n was made, and Peggy thought that she had\n never seen so many striking and beautiful faces and", "Then, with a smile of farewell, Peggy turned her\n attention to the “career woman, early thirties” classification\n that Mal had called for next. Once that\n was out of the way, she knew it would be her turn.", "This time, there were not so many applicants and\n Peggy remembered Randy telling her that this\n would be one of their most difficult roles to cast.", "“I think I’ll go back there with the girls,” Peggy\n whispered. “I’m looking for a girl I met at the casting", "“Oh, I’m just beginning,” Peggy said. “I’m still\n studying at the New York Dramatic Academy. I hope", "Peggy stole a glance through the doors to the theater.\n “I think we’re about ready to find out whether or\n not you can act,” she said. “They seem to be about\n through with the actors, and that means you’re on\n next!”", "“Don’t count too much on it,” Peggy cautioned,\n “or you may be too bitterly disappointed if you don’t\n get it. But,” she added, enthusiastically violating her", "On the stage, a “businessman type” was reading\n his lines. Peggy knew, after the first few words, that\n he would not do. He had somehow completely", "the chore that faced them. Amy, who was there to\n help the boys by acting as secretary for the occasion,\n wished Peggy good luck, and joined the boys at the", "“You mean you’re going to read for Mal?” Peggy\n asked excitedly.", "“It sounds as if you’ve been in a few of these before,”\n Peggy said.", "Peggy’s friend and housemate, Amy Preston,\n smiled in agreement and said, “It’s not an easy business,", "Peggy nodded thoughtfully, and reflected that it\n must, indeed, be more wearing on the boys. Mallory\n Seton, director of the new play, had been an upper-class" ], [ "“I think you do have a chance,” Peggy said. “In\n fact, if you can act, I bet you’ll get the part. I’ve read", "Peggy watched the remaining actors try for the\n role, and made mental notes of which ones were possible,\n which probable, and which stood no chance at\n all.", "This time, there were not so many applicants and\n Peggy remembered Randy telling her that this\n would be one of their most difficult roles to cast.", "I can get some kind of supporting role in this play,\n but I don’t think I’m ready for anything big yet. By\n the way, my name is Peggy Lane. What’s yours?”", "when they had discovered a theater. It would not be\n easy for him to consider Peggy for an acting role, and\n to do so completely without bias. It would not be a", "On the stage, a “businessman type” was reading\n his lines. Peggy knew, after the first few words, that\n he would not do. He had somehow completely", "Greta nodded decisively. “If you can act, you’re\n made for it,” she said.\n\n\n “That’s just what Peggy said!”", "“Peggy tactfully neglected to mention that the\n play flopped,” Greta laughed, “and now I’m back in\n town without a job. In fact, that’s why I’m here.”", "for this role that he had the most applicants. More\n than twenty girls came forward when the announcement\n was made, and Peggy thought that she had\n never seen so many striking and beautiful faces and", "“Don’t count too much on it,” Peggy cautioned,\n “or you may be too bitterly disappointed if you don’t\n get it. But,” she added, enthusiastically violating her", "When he was done, Peggy and two others were\n given scripts and told to come to the theater on Saturday.\n Feeling lightheaded and giddy, Peggy settled", "“Oh, I’m just beginning,” Peggy said. “I’m still\n studying at the New York Dramatic Academy. I hope", "Peggy stole a glance through the doors to the theater.\n “I think we’re about ready to find out whether or\n not you can act,” she said. “They seem to be about\n through with the actors, and that means you’re on\n next!”", "Then, with a smile of farewell, Peggy turned her\n attention to the “career woman, early thirties” classification\n that Mal had called for next. Once that\n was out of the way, she knew it would be her turn.", "“I think I’ll go back there with the girls,” Peggy\n whispered. “I’m looking for a girl I met at the casting", "Paula returned to Peggy with eyes shining. “Oh,\n Peggy! I think you were right! I just know I’m going\n to get the part! I know it!”\n\n10", "Peggy’s friend and housemate, Amy Preston,\n smiled in agreement and said, “It’s not an easy business,", "Peggy nodded thoughtfully, and reflected that it\n must, indeed, be more wearing on the boys. Mallory\n Seton, director of the new play, had been an upper-class", "“Oh, they won’t be doing readings today,” Peggy\n replied, glad to turn her attention from what was becoming", "“It sounds as if you’ve been in a few of these before,”\n Peggy said." ], [ "Only when Amy started to laugh did the three\n others realize how much alike they had sounded.\n Then they joined in the laughter and couldn’t seem", "All at the same time, the girls started to reassure\n him and tell him how good the play was, and how\n badly the actors, including themselves, had handled", "Afterward, as Peggy, Amy, Paula, and Greta sat at\n a table in a nearby coffeehouse waiting for Mal and\n Randy to join them, each was sure that she had been", "“All right, gentlemen,” Mal called out. “That takes\n care of the male roles. All of you who are left will be", "“Yes. There are about a dozen of us, more or less.\n We live in a place called the Gramercy Arms—a", "“Oh, they were just sweet-talking me,” Amy replied.\n “And as for you, you know you don’t have to\n worry about your looks. You have a wonderful face!", "Then, with a smile of farewell, Peggy turned her\n attention to the “career woman, early thirties” classification\n that Mal had called for next. Once that\n was out of the way, she knew it would be her turn.", "for this role that he had the most applicants. More\n than twenty girls came forward when the announcement\n was made, and Peggy thought that she had\n never seen so many striking and beautiful faces and", "“... so, you see,” Peggy concluded, “we were\n each explaining how good the others were and how\n bad we were, and when Randy started telling us how\n bad he had been as a writer, we just couldn’t stand\n it!”", "Peggy nodded sympathetically. “But it wasn’t just\n your accent, Amy,” she said. “It’s your looks, too. At", "figures. It was not going to be easy for Mal to make a\n choice. As Paula, her new friend, went forward to\n join the others, Peggy whispered a word of encouragement,", "expression hardly varied as he spoke to each\n one, but Peggy thought she saw the ghost of a smile\n cross his face when he spoke to Paula Andrews. Another\n review of the remaining girls eliminated a few", "the casting call of three days ago, but did not see her\n new friend among them. She decided to go out to the\n lobby to wait for her there. A new group of girls", "Only four actresses came forward, and Mal, with\n difficulty, reviewed them all. Unable to eliminate by\n type, he gave them all scripts and asked them to", "Peggy nodded thoughtfully, and reflected that it\n must, indeed, be more wearing on the boys. Mallory\n Seton, director of the new play, had been an upper-class", "Mal started the proceedings by introducing himself\n and Randy. Then, estimating the crowd, he said,\n “Since there are fewer men here, and also fewer male", "the chore that faced them. Amy, who was there to\n help the boys by acting as secretary for the occasion,\n wished Peggy good luck, and joined the boys at the", "“I don’t know how you can say that, Greta,” Paula\n put in. “I know you were the best in your part, and", "“The pity of it,” she whispered to Randy, “isn’t\n that there are so many bad ones, but that there are", "“I think I’ll go back there with the girls,” Peggy\n whispered. “I’m looking for a girl I met at the casting" ], [ "with great care. Amy, who was acting as Mal’s assistant\n for the production, sat in a chair by the proscenium,\n reading her script by the light of a small", "the chore that faced them. Amy, who was there to\n help the boys by acting as secretary for the occasion,\n wished Peggy good luck, and joined the boys at the", "discussed it with Randy through each revision. She\n knew she could play the part; in fact, she suspected\n secretly that Randy had written it for her, and the", "Peggy nodded sympathetically. “But it wasn’t just\n your accent, Amy,” she said. “It’s your looks, too. At", "when they had discovered a theater. It would not be\n easy for him to consider Peggy for an acting role, and\n to do so completely without bias. It would not be a", "to Amy to take notes, and asked questions.\n After a few minutes, the men left, two of them looking\n happy, two resigned. Then Mal stood and called", "“The part calls for a pretty girl,” Mal said with a rare\n smile, “but not for a girl so pretty that she’ll dominate\n the stage! It was a pleasure to look at you, but I’m", "On the stage, a “businessman type” was reading\n his lines. Peggy knew, after the first few words, that\n he would not do. He had somehow completely", "“Do you think they’ll ever get through all these\n people?” Amy asked, interrupting her thoughts.\n “How can they hope to hear so many actors read for\n them in just one afternoon?”", "of them just haven’t got a chance. I can’t help feeling\n sorry for them—for all of us, I mean. After all, I’m\n trying for a part, too.”", "“Peggy tactfully neglected to mention that the\n play flopped,” Greta laughed, “and now I’m back in\n town without a job. In fact, that’s why I’m here.”", "height or general type. Another, curiously\n enough, was eliminated, like Amy, for a Southern accent,\n and a fifth, also like Amy, was too beautiful.", "least for this play. Mal and Randy told you that\n you’re just too pretty for any of the parts that fit\n your age, and that’s nothing to feel bad about. If", "Amy and Peggy. In a businesslike manner, they settled\n themselves at a table near the windows, spread\n out scripts and pads and pencils, and prepared for", "just feeling sorry for myself, because Mal told me\n there was no sense in my trying out at all, because I\n didn’t look or sound right for any part in the play. If", "Peggy watched the remaining actors try for the\n role, and made mental notes of which ones were possible,\n which probable, and which stood no chance at\n all.", "As she drew closer to the table, she heard Mal saying,\n “I’m really sorry, Mr. Lang, but you’re just not\n the right type for the role. Perhaps some other....”\n and his voice trailed off in embarrassment.", "This time, there were not so many applicants and\n Peggy remembered Randy telling her that this\n would be one of their most difficult roles to cast.", "I can get some kind of supporting role in this play,\n but I don’t think I’m ready for anything big yet. By\n the way, my name is Peggy Lane. What’s yours?”", "Peggy’s friend and housemate, Amy Preston,\n smiled in agreement and said, “It’s not an easy business," ], [ "gentlemen waiting most of the day. Shall we get\n started?” After a brief glance at his notes, he called\n out, “First, I’d like to see businessman types, young", "characters you have been selected to read. You have\n three days to look it over. We’ll meet at ten o’clock\n on Saturday morning at the Penthouse Theater to", "for this role that he had the most applicants. More\n than twenty girls came forward when the announcement\n was made, and Peggy thought that she had\n never seen so many striking and beautiful faces and", "“Don’t count too much on it,” Peggy cautioned,\n “or you may be too bitterly disappointed if you don’t\n get it. But,” she added, enthusiastically violating her", "type,” Amy said, “but I can understand it. They have\n to start somewhere, and I guess that’s as good a place\n as any.” Then she smiled and added, “I guess I’m", "given copies of the play to study, marked at the passages\n I want to hear. Be sure to read the whole play\n carefully, so that you understand the workings of the", "Following his reading, Mal again repeated his\n polite, invariable formula, “Thank you. We’ll let you\n know our decision in a day or two,” and called for\n the next reading.", "and sweet through those ol’ magnolia blossoms!”\n She broadened her slight, soft accent until it sounded\n like something you could spread on hot cornbread,", "honey, is it? But the ones I feel sorriest for\n right now are Mal and Randy. After all, they have\n the unpleasant job of choosing and refusing, and a", "“If you’re laughing at the play,” Randy said\n gloomily, “I can hardly blame you. You never know\n just how badly you’ve written until someone gets up\n and starts to read your lines.”", "Mal started the proceedings by introducing himself\n and Randy. Then, estimating the crowd, he said,\n “Since there are fewer men here, and also fewer male", "“I think you do have a chance,” Peggy said. “In\n fact, if you can act, I bet you’ll get the part. I’ve read", "“Oh, I hope you’re right!” Paula said with animation.\n “And I hope you get a part, too. I have a feeling\n that you’re going to bring me good luck!”", "least for this play. Mal and Randy told you that\n you’re just too pretty for any of the parts that fit\n your age, and that’s nothing to feel bad about. If", "nobody even came close to Peggy. But I’ve never\n felt so off in my life as I did reading that part. It’s a\n wonder any of you even want to be seen with me!”", "I’m really a funny comedian. Honestly! If you\n would only give me a chance to read for you, I know\n that I could make you change your mind about the\n way this character should look!”", "“Oh, they were just sweet-talking me,” Amy replied.\n “And as for you, you know you don’t have to\n worry about your looks. You have a wonderful face!", "Paula returned to Peggy with eyes shining. “Oh,\n Peggy! I think you were right! I just know I’m going\n to get the part! I know it!”\n\n10", "But despite this knowledge, she could not help\n looking ahead—all the way ahead—to the restless\n stir of the opening-night audience out front, the last-minute", "call, and I’d like to chat with her for a few minutes\n when she comes. Do you mind if I don’t look at all\n this?”" ], [ "“... so, you see,” Peggy concluded, “we were\n each explaining how good the others were and how\n bad we were, and when Randy started telling us how\n bad he had been as a writer, we just couldn’t stand\n it!”", "to Amy to take notes, and asked questions.\n After a few minutes, the men left, two of them looking\n happy, two resigned. Then Mal stood and called", "finally decided, and very sensibly, that it would be\n easier to just throw the whole thing out. I’m afraid\n he lost a lot of money, and he didn’t have any more\n left.”", "“The pity of it,” she whispered to Randy, “isn’t\n that there are so many bad ones, but that there are", "Following his reading, Mal again repeated his\n polite, invariable formula, “Thank you. We’ll let you\n know our decision in a day or two,” and called for\n the next reading.", "gentlemen waiting most of the day. Shall we get\n started?” After a brief glance at his notes, he called\n out, “First, I’d like to see businessman types, young", "characters you have been selected to read. You have\n three days to look it over. We’ll meet at ten o’clock\n on Saturday morning at the Penthouse Theater to", "Randy grinned. “Go ahead. I’d get out of here,\n too, if I could without getting Mal mad at me. This\n kind of thing always breaks my heart, too!”\n\n15", "Only when Amy started to laugh did the three\n others realize how much alike they had sounded.\n Then they joined in the laughter and couldn’t seem", "Lang, a short, thin, unhappy young man, answered\n almost tearfully, “But, Mr. Seton, looks aren’t everything.", "“Don’t count too much on it,” Peggy cautioned,\n “or you may be too bitterly disappointed if you don’t\n get it. But,” she added, enthusiastically violating her", "type,” Amy said, “but I can understand it. They have\n to start somewhere, and I guess that’s as good a place\n as any.” Then she smiled and added, “I guess I’m", "Mal started the proceedings by introducing himself\n and Randy. Then, estimating the crowd, he said,\n “Since there are fewer men here, and also fewer male", "“Yes. There are about a dozen of us, more or less.\n We live in a place called the Gramercy Arms—a", "and sweet through those ol’ magnolia blossoms!”\n She broadened her slight, soft accent until it sounded\n like something you could spread on hot cornbread,", "Mal reviewed them carefully, managing to look at\n Peggy with complete lack of recognition. He gently\n eliminated three of them on the basis of hair coloring,", "figures. It was not going to be easy for Mal to make a\n choice. As Paula, her new friend, went forward to\n join the others, Peggy whispered a word of encouragement,", "When he was done, Peggy and two others were\n given scripts and told to come to the theater on Saturday.\n Feeling lightheaded and giddy, Peggy settled", "given copies of the play to study, marked at the passages\n I want to hear. Be sure to read the whole play\n carefully, so that you understand the workings of the", "“Oh, no!” Peggy said. “You two were just marvelous!\n But I couldn’t have been worse. I know I read" ], [ "The same process was then followed for the leading\n men, and the same wide range of talent and understanding\n of the part was displayed. Some seemed", "Peggy watched the remaining actors try for the\n role, and made mental notes of which ones were possible,\n which probable, and which stood no chance at\n all.", "Mal went down the line, regretfully dismissing one\n after the other of the girls, and occasionally asking\n one to step aside to try for another role. His tough-looking", "height or general type. Another, curiously\n enough, was eliminated, like Amy, for a Southern accent,\n and a fifth, also like Amy, was too beautiful.", "Only four actresses came forward, and Mal, with\n difficulty, reviewed them all. Unable to eliminate by\n type, he gave them all scripts and asked them to", "more. Finally, there were only four left, Paula\n among them. Mal thanked them, distributed scripts,\n and asked them to be at the Penthouse Theater on\n Saturday at noon.", "expression hardly varied as he spoke to each\n one, but Peggy thought she saw the ghost of a smile\n cross his face when he spoke to Paula Andrews. Another\n review of the remaining girls eliminated a few", "But despite this knowledge, she could not help\n looking ahead—all the way ahead—to the restless\n stir of the opening-night audience out front, the last-minute", "lamp and feeding the actor cue lines. Mal followed\n the whole sequence with no visible sign of impatience\n and, when the actor was through, said,", "characters you have been selected to read. You have\n three days to look it over. We’ll meet at ten o’clock\n on Saturday morning at the Penthouse Theater to", "This time, there were not so many applicants and\n Peggy remembered Randy telling her that this\n would be one of their most difficult roles to cast.", "Scarcely noticing the rest of the proceedings, she\n thought only about the coming readings. She was\n so familiar with the play that she knew she had an", "Each actor, no matter how good or how bad, was\n treated with impersonal courtesy by Mal, and each\n left looking sure that the part was his. Peggy was", "When he was done, Peggy and two others were\n given scripts and told to come to the theater on Saturday.\n Feeling lightheaded and giddy, Peggy settled", "come to the theater. Then he called for “character\n ingénues” and Peggy joined seven other girls in the\n “livestock show.”", "Following his reading, Mal again repeated his\n polite, invariable formula, “Thank you. We’ll let you\n know our decision in a day or two,” and called for\n the next reading.", "detective’s, and his gentle, cultured English voice and\n assured manner, he calmly gave his opinion of the\n afternoon’s auditions.", "with great care. Amy, who was acting as Mal’s assistant\n for the production, sat in a chair by the proscenium,\n reading her script by the light of a small", "On the stage, a “businessman type” was reading\n his lines. Peggy knew, after the first few words, that\n he would not do. He had somehow completely", "for this role that he had the most applicants. More\n than twenty girls came forward when the announcement\n was made, and Peggy thought that she had\n never seen so many striking and beautiful faces and" ] ]

[ "Of the following options, which best describes Vee Vee before the entertainment?", "Of the following options, which best describes Johnson?", "Of the following options, which technological advancement is NOT a part of this story?", "How would you describe the relationship between Vee Vee and Johnson?", "Why is it a bit dangerous for Vee Vee to be at the club?", "What did Johnson do that ended up proving himself to Vee Vee?", "Of the following options, who might enjoy reading this passage the most?", "Of the following options, which best summarizes this story?", "What is the relationship between Caldwell and Johnson?" ]

[ [ "Confident and deliberate", "Deliberate and kind", "Brave and prepared", "Kind and generous" ], [ "Curious and oblivious", "Stern and bold", "Intelligent and prepared", "Handsome and talented" ], [ "a technique that prevents someone from moving", "dream-based entertainment", "guns that make people pass out for an extended period", "knives containing paralyzing chemicals" ], [ "They have great respect for each other", "They've known each other for a long time", "They care about each other's wellbeing", "They're continuously hostile towards each other" ], [ "She's extremely naive", "She's fairly overconfident", "Women are in danger of being harmed by men at the club", "Vee Vee is special and many men fight over her" ], [ "He knew how to defend himself from her", "He knew what he was getting into with the entertainment", "He knew the ins and outs of the club", "He knew facts about Venus that few humans do" ], [ "A kid who loves reading about the other planets in our solar system", "A sci-fi nerd who loves reading about intergalactic stories of rebellion and uprisings", "A sci-fi nerd who enjoys twists and fast-paced storytelling", "A man who goes to night clubs and enjoys night life" ], [ "A man enters a club on Venus to enjoy himself at a special demonstration.", "A man enters a club on Venus to discuss business with a few colleagues.", "A man enters a club on Venus to research and participate in a strange form of entertainment.", "A man enters a club on Venus to flirt with a beautiful woman." ], [ "They're strangers", "They're coworkers", "They're new acquaintances", "They're old friends" ] ]

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[ [ "\"I am not a child,\" she answered with a firm sureness that left no\n doubt in his mind that she knew what she was saying. \"And my name is\n Vee Vee.\"", "\"Vee Vee?\" Johnson suddenly realized that she had disappeared. She had\n slid out of his sight.\n\n\n \"Vee Vee!\" Johnson's voice became a shout.", "\"You look as if you were considering some very grave matter,\" Vee Vee\n said.\n\n\n \"Not any longer,\" he laughed.\n\n\n \"You have decided them?\"", "\"Vee Vee? Um. That is....\"\n\n\n \"Don't you think it's a nice name?\"\n\n\n \"I certainly do. Probably the rest of it is even nicer.\"", "Beside him, Vee Vee was silent, her face ecstatic, like the face of a\n woman in love.\n\n\n He tried again for the space ship.\n\n\n It would not come.", "On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up\n around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came\n hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.", "\"You ... you startled me,\" Vee Vee whispered. She released the grip on\n his arm.\n\n\n \"But, didn't you see it?\"\n\n\n \"See what?\"", "\"The second time we break our victim's neck,\" Vee Vee said.\n\n\n \"What a sweet, charming child you—\"\n\n\n \"I told you before, I'm not a child.\"", "\"Your friend is not as drunk as he seems,\" Vee Vee said, watching\n Caldwell.\n\n\n \"My friend? Do you mean that drunk? I never saw him—\"", "Vee Vee's fingers left off patting his arm.\n\n\n \"Do you feel it, darling?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"What is it?\"", "Vee Vee, her hand on Johnson's elbow, rose. Johnson stood up with\n her. He got the surprise of his life as her fingers clenched, digging", "The music changed, a slow dreamy tempo crept into it. Vee Vee's fingers\n dug at Johnson's arm as if they were trying to dig under his hide for", "another nest, found it. Vee Vee flowed to the floor on his right, moved\n cushions to make him more comfortable. She moved in an easy sort of way", "\"There is no more of it. Just Vee Vee. Like Topsy, I just grew.\"\n\"What the devil are you doing here on Venus and here in this place?\"", "\"The dreaming!\" Vee Vee looked suddenly alert. \"Of course. We must see\n the dreaming. Everyone wants to see the dreaming. We will go, won't we\n darling?\" She hooked her hand into Johnson's elbow.", "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "face was writhing in apprehensive agony and he was making warning\n signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his\n arm, they moved into the Room of the Dreaming.", "were—his life, Caldwell's life, possibly Vee Vee's life hung in the\n balance. Didn't she know that this was true? And as for Martin—But", "Vee Vee's fingers dug deeper into Johnson's arm. \"How—\"\n\n\n \"Shhh. Nobody knows.\"\n\n\n No human knew the answer to that trick. Unless perhaps Martin—", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He" ], [ "\"John Michael Johnson, known as Johnny to his friends, Earth's foremost\n expert in the field of electro-magnetic radiations within the human\n body!\" Her words were needles of icy fact, each one jabbing deeper and\n deeper into him.", "effective weapons, but Johnson had a fondness for them. The feel of the\n little weapon inside his coat sent a surge of comfort through him.", "\"Certainly,\" Johnson said. The decision was made on the spur of the\n moment. That there was danger in it, he did not doubt. But there might\n be something else. And\nhe\nmight be there.", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He", "On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up\n around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came\n hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.", "Vee Vee, her hand on Johnson's elbow, rose. Johnson stood up with\n her. He got the surprise of his life as her fingers clenched, digging", "The music playing strange harmonies in his ears, the perfume sending\n tingling feelings through his nose, Johnson entered the Room of the", "sound in the darkened room. Johnson settled down. A glance to his left\n told him that Caldwell was still sitting like a chunk of stone.... The", "Johnson got rain in his eyes, his nose, and his ears. That was the way\n with the rain here. It came at you from all directions. There had been\n occasions when Johnson had thought the rain was falling straight up.", "face was writhing in apprehensive agony and he was making warning\n signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his\n arm, they moved into the Room of the Dreaming.", "and the perfume, and by something else. It was this something else\n that sent Johnson's thoughts pounding. The Venusians were like opium", "\"Say, I want to know more—\" Johnson began. His words were drowned in\n a blast of trumpets. The band that had been playing went into sudden", "The Dreamer floated. If wires suspended him, Johnson could not see\n them. If any known force lifted him, Johnson could not detect that\n force. All he could say for certain was that Unger floated.", "\"And how would I make certain you were Johnny Johnson, except by seeing\n if you could break the Karmer nerve grip? If you could break it, then\n there was no doubt who you were!\" Her words went on and on.", "She was silent. A smile, struggling to appear on her face, seemed to\n say she held no malice. Her fingers tightened on Johnson's arm. He", "Johnson felt his skin crawl. He moved toward a nest of cushions on\n a ramp, found a Venusian was beating him to them, deftly changed to", "\"And who besides Johnny Johnson would recognize the Karmer nerve grip\n and be able to break it instantly?\"\n\n\n \"Hell—\"", "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "\"Vee Vee?\" Johnson suddenly realized that she had disappeared. She had\n slid out of his sight.\n\n\n \"Vee Vee!\" Johnson's voice became a shout.", "\"Be quiet!\" he said roughly.\n\n\n The little voices seemed to blend into a single chorus. \"Action,\n Master! Do something.\"\n\n\n \"Quiet!\" Johnson ordered." ], [ "The Dreamer floated. If wires suspended him, Johnson could not see\n them. If any known force lifted him, Johnson could not detect that\n force. All he could say for certain was that Unger floated.", "He asked a question but she did not answer it. \"Sit down, darling,\n and look at your damned space ship.\" Her voice was a taut whisper of", "\"John Michael Johnson, known as Johnny to his friends, Earth's foremost\n expert in the field of electro-magnetic radiations within the human\n body!\" Her words were needles of icy fact, each one jabbing deeper and\n deeper into him.", "in the range of his vision. It was as if they did not exist. Yet he\n knew they did exist, the memory of them, and of other things, was out\n on the periphery of his universe, perhaps of", "\"We did not lie about the space ship!\" the eyes insisted. \"When our\n master saw that ship we were out of focus, we were not reporting. Some\n other sense, some other organ, may have lied, but we did not.\"", "and the perfume, and by something else. It was this something else\n that sent Johnson's thoughts pounding. The Venusians were like opium", "All he saw was the space ship.\n\n\n It was a wonderful thing, perhaps the most beautiful sight he had seen\n in his life. At the sight of it, a deep glow sprang inside of him.", "Beside him, Vee Vee was silent, her face ecstatic, like the face of a\n woman in love.\n\n\n He tried again for the space ship.\n\n\n It would not come.", "\"We are not tricking you!\" the eyes hotly insisted. \"It is happening.\n We are seeing it. We are reporting accurately to you. That Venusian\n Buddha is levitating. We, your eyes, do not lie to you!\"", "said. The green drink was set before him. He held it up to the light,\n admiring the slow rise of the tiny golden bubbles in it. To him,\n watching the bubbles rise was perhaps more important than drinking", "his own zit gun. Operating under gas pressure, throwing a charge of\n gas-driven corvel, the zit guns were not only almost noiseless in", "\"But hurry. We are excited.\"\n\n\n \"There is a time to be excited and a time to hurry. In this situation,\n if action is taken before the time for it—if that time ever comes—we\n can all die.\"", "The chorus went into muted silence. But just under the threshold the\n little voices were a multitude of tiny fretful pressures.\n\n\n \"I hear a whirring sound,\" his ears reported.", "minds had not known existed. The room was pleasantly cool but it had\n the feel of dampness. A world that was rarely without pelting rain\n would have the feel of dampness in its dreaming rooms.", "The vision of the space ship floating in the void entranced and\n thrilled him. Something told him that this was real; that here and now\n he was making contact with a vision that belonged to time.", "\"There is no more of it. Just Vee Vee. Like Topsy, I just grew.\"\n\"What the devil are you doing here on Venus and here in this place?\"", "into his muscles. Pain shot through his arm, paralyzing it and almost\n paralyzing him. He knew instantly that she was using the Karmer nerve\n block paralysis on him. His left hand moved with lightning speed, the", "Venusians were quiet. The music had shifted. A slow languorous beat\n of hidden drums filled the room. There was another sound present, a", "\"Please!\" Johnson said.\n\n\n In the front of the room Unger floated ten feet above the floor.\n\n\n \"Master, we are not lying!\" his eyes repeated.", "A multitude of tiny voices seemed to whisper through him. It was as if\n the parts of his body had suddenly found voices and were reporting to" ], [ "On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up\n around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came\n hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.", "Vee Vee, her hand on Johnson's elbow, rose. Johnson stood up with\n her. He got the surprise of his life as her fingers clenched, digging", "\"Vee Vee?\" Johnson suddenly realized that she had disappeared. She had\n slid out of his sight.\n\n\n \"Vee Vee!\" Johnson's voice became a shout.", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He", "Vee Vee's fingers dug deeper into Johnson's arm. \"How—\"\n\n\n \"Shhh. Nobody knows.\"\n\n\n No human knew the answer to that trick. Unless perhaps Martin—", "The music changed, a slow dreamy tempo crept into it. Vee Vee's fingers\n dug at Johnson's arm as if they were trying to dig under his hide for", "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "\"I am not a child,\" she answered with a firm sureness that left no\n doubt in his mind that she knew what she was saying. \"And my name is\n Vee Vee.\"", "Beside him, Vee Vee was silent, her face ecstatic, like the face of a\n woman in love.\n\n\n He tried again for the space ship.\n\n\n It would not come.", "face was writhing in apprehensive agony and he was making warning\n signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his\n arm, they moved into the Room of the Dreaming.", "\"The dreaming!\" Vee Vee looked suddenly alert. \"Of course. We must see\n the dreaming. Everyone wants to see the dreaming. We will go, won't we\n darling?\" She hooked her hand into Johnson's elbow.", "\"You ... you startled me,\" Vee Vee whispered. She released the grip on\n his arm.\n\n\n \"But, didn't you see it?\"\n\n\n \"See what?\"", "Vee Vee's fingers left off patting his arm.\n\n\n \"Do you feel it, darling?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"What is it?\"", "\"You look as if you were considering some very grave matter,\" Vee Vee\n said.\n\n\n \"Not any longer,\" he laughed.\n\n\n \"You have decided them?\"", "\"John Michael Johnson, known as Johnny to his friends, Earth's foremost\n expert in the field of electro-magnetic radiations within the human\n body!\" Her words were needles of icy fact, each one jabbing deeper and\n deeper into him.", "\"Your friend is not as drunk as he seems,\" Vee Vee said, watching\n Caldwell.\n\n\n \"My friend? Do you mean that drunk? I never saw him—\"", "were—his life, Caldwell's life, possibly Vee Vee's life hung in the\n balance. Didn't she know that this was true? And as for Martin—But", "\"There is no more of it. Just Vee Vee. Like Topsy, I just grew.\"\n\"What the devil are you doing here on Venus and here in this place?\"", "\"Vee Vee? Um. That is....\"\n\n\n \"Don't you think it's a nice name?\"\n\n\n \"I certainly do. Probably the rest of it is even nicer.\"", "effective weapons, but Johnson had a fondness for them. The feel of the\n little weapon inside his coat sent a surge of comfort through him." ], [ "The music changed, a slow dreamy tempo crept into it. Vee Vee's fingers\n dug at Johnson's arm as if they were trying to dig under his hide for", "\"You ... you startled me,\" Vee Vee whispered. She released the grip on\n his arm.\n\n\n \"But, didn't you see it?\"\n\n\n \"See what?\"", "\"I am not a child,\" she answered with a firm sureness that left no\n doubt in his mind that she knew what she was saying. \"And my name is\n Vee Vee.\"", "On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up\n around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came\n hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.", "were—his life, Caldwell's life, possibly Vee Vee's life hung in the\n balance. Didn't she know that this was true? And as for Martin—But", "\"Vee Vee?\" Johnson suddenly realized that she had disappeared. She had\n slid out of his sight.\n\n\n \"Vee Vee!\" Johnson's voice became a shout.", "Vee Vee, her hand on Johnson's elbow, rose. Johnson stood up with\n her. He got the surprise of his life as her fingers clenched, digging", "Women such as this one had been quickening the pulse of men since the\n days of Adam. The second reason concerned her presence here in this\n place where no woman in her right mind ever came unescorted. Her eyes", "\"Your friend is not as drunk as he seems,\" Vee Vee said, watching\n Caldwell.\n\n\n \"My friend? Do you mean that drunk? I never saw him—\"", "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "Beside him, Vee Vee was silent, her face ecstatic, like the face of a\n woman in love.\n\n\n He tried again for the space ship.\n\n\n It would not come.", "\"Because that girl was asking for him,\" Caldwell's fingers answered.\n \"Watch that girl!\" Picking up the zlock, he lurched away from the bar.", "\"The second time we break our victim's neck,\" Vee Vee said.\n\n\n \"What a sweet, charming child you—\"\n\n\n \"I told you before, I'm not a child.\"", "\"You look as if you were considering some very grave matter,\" Vee Vee\n said.\n\n\n \"Not any longer,\" he laughed.\n\n\n \"You have decided them?\"", "Vee Vee's fingers left off patting his arm.\n\n\n \"Do you feel it, darling?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"What is it?\"", "face was writhing in apprehensive agony and he was making warning\n signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his\n arm, they moved into the Room of the Dreaming.", "Vee Vee's fingers dug deeper into Johnson's arm. \"How—\"\n\n\n \"Shhh. Nobody knows.\"\n\n\n No human knew the answer to that trick. Unless perhaps Martin—", "The fingers dug into his arm. Pain came up in him. The space ship\n vanished. He looked with startled eyes at Vee Vee, at the Dream Room,\n at Unger, dreaming on the mat under the spot.", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He", "\"The dreaming!\" Vee Vee looked suddenly alert. \"Of course. We must see\n the dreaming. Everyone wants to see the dreaming. We will go, won't we\n darling?\" She hooked her hand into Johnson's elbow." ], [ "On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up\n around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came\n hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.", "Vee Vee, her hand on Johnson's elbow, rose. Johnson stood up with\n her. He got the surprise of his life as her fingers clenched, digging", "\"Vee Vee?\" Johnson suddenly realized that she had disappeared. She had\n slid out of his sight.\n\n\n \"Vee Vee!\" Johnson's voice became a shout.", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He", "Vee Vee's fingers dug deeper into Johnson's arm. \"How—\"\n\n\n \"Shhh. Nobody knows.\"\n\n\n No human knew the answer to that trick. Unless perhaps Martin—", "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "The music changed, a slow dreamy tempo crept into it. Vee Vee's fingers\n dug at Johnson's arm as if they were trying to dig under his hide for", "\"You look as if you were considering some very grave matter,\" Vee Vee\n said.\n\n\n \"Not any longer,\" he laughed.\n\n\n \"You have decided them?\"", "\"I am not a child,\" she answered with a firm sureness that left no\n doubt in his mind that she knew what she was saying. \"And my name is\n Vee Vee.\"", "\"You ... you startled me,\" Vee Vee whispered. She released the grip on\n his arm.\n\n\n \"But, didn't you see it?\"\n\n\n \"See what?\"", "face was writhing in apprehensive agony and he was making warning\n signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his\n arm, they moved into the Room of the Dreaming.", "\"The dreaming!\" Vee Vee looked suddenly alert. \"Of course. We must see\n the dreaming. Everyone wants to see the dreaming. We will go, won't we\n darling?\" She hooked her hand into Johnson's elbow.", "\"Your friend is not as drunk as he seems,\" Vee Vee said, watching\n Caldwell.\n\n\n \"My friend? Do you mean that drunk? I never saw him—\"", "were—his life, Caldwell's life, possibly Vee Vee's life hung in the\n balance. Didn't she know that this was true? And as for Martin—But", "\"And how would I make certain you were Johnny Johnson, except by seeing\n if you could break the Karmer nerve grip? If you could break it, then\n there was no doubt who you were!\" Her words went on and on.", "Beside him, Vee Vee was silent, her face ecstatic, like the face of a\n woman in love.\n\n\n He tried again for the space ship.\n\n\n It would not come.", "Vee Vee's fingers left off patting his arm.\n\n\n \"Do you feel it, darling?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"What is it?\"", "\"The second time we break our victim's neck,\" Vee Vee said.\n\n\n \"What a sweet, charming child you—\"\n\n\n \"I told you before, I'm not a child.\"", "The fingers dug into his arm. Pain came up in him. The space ship\n vanished. He looked with startled eyes at Vee Vee, at the Dream Room,\n at Unger, dreaming on the mat under the spot.", "Johnson had not seen Unger appear. One second the circle of light\n had been empty, the next second the Venusian, smiling with all the" ], [ "said. The green drink was set before him. He held it up to the light,\n admiring the slow rise of the tiny golden bubbles in it. To him,\n watching the bubbles rise was perhaps more important than drinking", "\"Ze vill be the most wonserful of all sonight. The great Unger hisself\n will be here to do ze dreaming. There is no ozzer one who has quite", "his touch at dreaming, mighty one.\" The headwaiter spread his hands\n in a gesture indicating ecstasy. \"It is my great regret that I must do", "love. Since this place had been designed to excite the senses of both\n humans and Venusians, the love feelings were heavily tinged with\n straight sex. He sniffed at them, feeling them somewhere inside of him,", "All he saw was the space ship.\n\n\n It was a wonderful thing, perhaps the most beautiful sight he had seen\n in his life. At the sight of it, a deep glow sprang inside of him.", "\"They\nare\nbeautiful,\" he said, smiling.\n\n\n \"Thank you.\"\n\n\n \"I was referring to the bubbles.\"", "\"But hurry. We are excited.\"\n\n\n \"There is a time to be excited and a time to hurry. In this situation,\n if action is taken before the time for it—if that time ever comes—we\n can all die.\"", "\"You were talking about my eyes,\" she answered, unperturbed.\n\n\n \"How did you know? I mean....\"\n\n\n \"I am very knowing,\" the girl said, smiling.", "\"We are not tricking you!\" the eyes hotly insisted. \"It is happening.\n We are seeing it. We are reporting accurately to you. That Venusian\n Buddha is levitating. We, your eyes, do not lie to you!\"", "\"Who are you?\" His words were blasts of sound.\n\n\n \"Please, darling, you are making a scene. I am sure this is the last\n thing you really want to do.\"", "\"Are you sufficiently knowing to be here?\"\n\n\n For an instant, as if doubt crossed her mind, the smile flickered. Then\n it came again, stronger. \"Aren't you here?\"", "Women such as this one had been quickening the pulse of men since the\n days of Adam. The second reason concerned her presence here in this\n place where no woman in her right mind ever came unescorted. Her eyes", "\"Beautiful, aren't they?\" a soft voice said. He glanced to his right.\n A girl had slid into the stool beside him. She wore a green dress cut", "\"Vee Vee? Um. That is....\"\n\n\n \"Don't you think it's a nice name?\"\n\n\n \"I certainly do. Probably the rest of it is even nicer.\"", "Unger bowed. A little ripple of something that was not quite sound\n passed through the audience. Unger bowed again. He stretched himself", "Dreamer, and no one else, can levitate, can defy the laws of gravity,\n can float upward toward the ceiling. Your damned eyes are tricking you!\"", "\"Die?\" the chorus quavered.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Johnson said. \"Now be quiet. When the time goes we will all go\n together.\"", "[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "ze work tonight instead of being wiz ze dreamers. Ah, ze great Unger\n hisself!\" The headwaiter kissed the tips of his fingers.", "Vee Vee's fingers left off patting his arm.\n\n\n \"Do you feel it, darling?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"What is it?\"" ], [ "\"But hurry. We are excited.\"\n\n\n \"There is a time to be excited and a time to hurry. In this situation,\n if action is taken before the time for it—if that time ever comes—we\n can all die.\"", "said. The green drink was set before him. He held it up to the light,\n admiring the slow rise of the tiny golden bubbles in it. To him,\n watching the bubbles rise was perhaps more important than drinking", "in the range of his vision. It was as if they did not exist. Yet he\n knew they did exist, the memory of them, and of other things, was out\n on the periphery of his universe, perhaps of", "\"I—\" Johnson whispered.\n\n\n \"I am your skin,\" another voice whispered. \"I am covered with sweat.\"\n\n\n \"We are your adrenals. We are pouring forth adrenalin.\"", "\"You were talking about my eyes,\" she answered, unperturbed.\n\n\n \"How did you know? I mean....\"\n\n\n \"I am very knowing,\" the girl said, smiling.", "\"Who are you?\" His words were blasts of sound.\n\n\n \"Please, darling, you are making a scene. I am sure this is the last\n thing you really want to do.\"", "\"Ze vill be the most wonserful of all sonight. The great Unger hisself\n will be here to do ze dreaming. There is no ozzer one who has quite", "All he saw was the space ship.\n\n\n It was a wonderful thing, perhaps the most beautiful sight he had seen\n in his life. At the sight of it, a deep glow sprang inside of him.", "breath. He was waiting, waiting, waiting—for what? The whole situation\n was senseless, silly, but under its apparent lack of coherence, he", "Dreamer, and no one else, can levitate, can defy the laws of gravity,\n can float upward toward the ceiling. Your damned eyes are tricking you!\"", "Vee Vee's fingers left off patting his arm.\n\n\n \"Do you feel it, darling?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"What is it?\"", "his touch at dreaming, mighty one.\" The headwaiter spread his hands\n in a gesture indicating ecstasy. \"It is my great regret that I must do", "\"Die?\" the chorus quavered.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Johnson said. \"Now be quiet. When the time goes we will all go\n together.\"", "\"We are not tricking you!\" the eyes hotly insisted. \"It is happening.\n We are seeing it. We are reporting accurately to you. That Venusian\n Buddha is levitating. We, your eyes, do not lie to you!\"", "\"What—\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"I had to do it now, darling,\" she answered. \"There may not be a later.\"", "He was ten feet high when he started to fall. With a bone-breaking,\n body-jarring thud, the Dreamer fell. Hard.", "\"Beautiful, aren't they?\" a soft voice said. He glanced to his right.\n A girl had slid into the stool beside him. She wore a green dress cut", "\"That's what I'm afraid of!\" he snapped at her. If he had had a\n choice, he might have drawn back. But with circumstances as they", "\"John Michael Johnson, known as Johnny to his friends, Earth's foremost\n expert in the field of electro-magnetic radiations within the human\n body!\" Her words were needles of icy fact, each one jabbing deeper and\n deeper into him.", "silence. Waves of perfume began to flow into the place. The perfumes\n were blended, but one aroma was prominent among them, the sweet," ], [ "Caldwell, sitting in a booth next to the door, glanced up as Johnson\n entered but neither Caldwell's facial expression or his eyes revealed\n that he had ever seen this human before. Nor did Johnson seem to\n recognize Caldwell.", "\"I haven't seen him,\" Caldwell's fingers beat out their tattoo. \"But I\n think he is, or was, here.\"\n\n\n \"Um,\" Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. \"How—\"", "\"To hell with the woman!\" Caldwell grunted. \"Martin's the important\n one.\"\n\n\n Zit, zit, zit, Caldwell moved toward the rear, shooting as he went.\n Johnson followed.", "\"Sorry, bud. Didn't mean to bump into you.\" Caldwell's voice was still\n thick and heavy. He sprawled to the floor on Johnson's left. Under", "Moving toward the open door that led to the Room of the Dreaming,\n Johnson saw that Caldwell had risen and was following them. Caldwell's", "himself into an empty stool on his left. The man was Caldwell.", "sound in the darkened room. Johnson settled down. A glance to his left\n told him that Caldwell was still sitting like a chunk of stone.... The", "caught the flutter of her breathing. On his left, Caldwell stiffened\n and became a rock.", "On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up\n around his neck. He was instantly prepared for anything. Her lips came\n hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away.", "effective weapons, but Johnson had a fondness for them. The feel of the\n little weapon inside his coat sent a surge of comfort through him.", "Vee Vee, her hand on Johnson's elbow, rose. Johnson stood up with\n her. He got the surprise of his life as her fingers clenched, digging", "\"It's Martin!\" Caldwell shouted. \"He\nis\nhere!\"", "Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers\n sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He", "were—his life, Caldwell's life, possibly Vee Vee's life hung in the\n balance. Didn't she know that this was true? And as for Martin—But", "\"John Michael Johnson, known as Johnny to his friends, Earth's foremost\n expert in the field of electro-magnetic radiations within the human\n body!\" Her words were needles of icy fact, each one jabbing deeper and\n deeper into him.", "zlock. Finest damn drink in the solar system.\" Caldwell's voice was\n thick, his tongue heavy. Johnson's eyes went back to the girl but out", "In Johnson's hand as he came to his feet the zit gun throbbed. He fired\n blindly at the mass of Venusians. Caldwell was firing too. The soft", "Caldwell had said that she had been asking about Martin. What\n connection did she have with that frantic human genius he sought here?", "\"Because that girl was asking for him,\" Caldwell's fingers answered.\n \"Watch that girl!\" Picking up the zlock, he lurched away from the bar.", "She was silent. A smile, struggling to appear on her face, seemed to\n say she held no malice. Her fingers tightened on Johnson's arm. He" ] ]

[ "What was not one of Westover's goals in this passage?", "Why is Earth so bleak for human civilization?", "What is not something Westover discovers about the monsters in this passage?", "Why would it be a bad idea for Westover to disembark the monster when he realized where its next big destination was?", "Does the tone of the passage shift at all, and if it does, how does it shift?", "Based on the information in the passage, will Westover be remembered by other humans, and if he will, what will be his legacy?", "Why are the monsters so difficult to kill?", "Do you think this story has a happy ending given Westover's goals?" ]

[ [ "To find a way to kill the monsters", "To negotiate with the monsters", "To find some other people", "To locate a new food supply" ], [ "The monsters destroyed all of the Americas and Asia", "The monsters killed everyone except for Westover", "The monsters have destroyed most places", "The monsters quickly suck the energy out of humans" ], [ "They can be a food source", "They can be killed by administering a specific type of cut near their head", "They can produce fuel which lets them fly", "They can float on water" ], [ "He would end up trapped in the desert", "He would be stranded on the island", "He wouldn't be able to reach land", "He would end up nearby a camp of dangerous humans" ], [ "It starts out bleak and quickly becomes hopeful", "There's no tone shift, it's consistently bleak throughout", "Most of the story is bleak but there are a few final moments of hope", "There's no tone shift, most of the passage is filled with dark humor" ], [ "He'll be remembered as the man who discovered that humans can eat the monsters for sustenance", "He's isolated so he's likely already completely been forgotten (or will be forgotten soon)", "He'll eventually be remembered as the man who first knew the way to destroy the monsters", "He'll be remembered as the man who discovered that humans can live inside the monsters" ], [ "They're so large that they'll regularly flip over and crush any humans that are riding on them", "They're so large that they're generally undisturbed by injuries", "They're so large and common that humans have to move only by riding on them or jumping from monster to monster", "They're large and they're so evolved that they can regenerate body mass and heal themselves" ], [ "It's a happy ending", "Not at all", "It's bittersweet", "It's not a happy ending for Westover but it is a happy ending for the other characters" ] ]

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[ [ "For a man like Westover, who had been a scientist, it was not the\n prospect of death that was most crushing, but the death blow to his", "Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of\n the flood or the slope of the living mountain. He saw, as he had seen", "Even as Westover began frantically climbing, out of that lightening\n sky the hopelessness of his effort pressed down on him. With dawn the", "\"Describing your plan, you sounded almost ready to put it into effect\n on the spot.\"\n\n\n \"No! Of course I realize—Well, I see what you mean—I think.\" Westover\n was crestfallen.", "Westover's mind was beginning to function again; it was as though the\n cessation of the rock and sway had exorcised the lethargy that had lain", "\"Beautifully simple.\" Sutton smiled wryly. \"So much so that I wish\n you'd never thought of it.\"\n\n\n Westover stared. \"Why?\"", "Westover had been one of the men who, in the days when humanity was\n still fighting, had accumulated quite a store of knowledge about the\n enemy—the enemy that was brainless and toolless, but that was simply", "Westover hesitated. \"I'm not just imagining you?\" he appealed.\n \"Somebody else has really found the answer?\"", "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "\"I stumbled onto it,\" Westover admitted. \"I was wandering across\n country—my plane crashed on the way back from that South American", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "Westover was still not sure that the other was more than one of the\n powerful specters of childhood—the Preacher, the Doctor, no doubt the", "Westover finished the brief account of his coming to dwell on the\n monster's back. The other grinned happily.\n\n\n \"You began with the practice, where I worked out the theory first.\"", "\"Then,\" Westover glanced appreciatively around, \"it looks like the main\n hazard is claustrophobia.\"", "\"Amen,\" agreed Sutton. But the gaze he fixed on Westover was oddly\n troubled. \"Speaking of the future brings up the question of the idea", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "the trays, rising and bursting, rising and bursting with a curiously\n fascinating monotony. The subtly tense attitudes of the two initiates\n told Westover better than words that there was something hugely", "Westover sat for a space with head in hands, hearing the faint\n continuing murmurs from below. And he remembered the voices." ], [ "monsters have finished with Earth, there will be no vegetation left\n for man's food, no houses, no cities, none of the fixed installations\n of civilization, and the end will be far more terrible than if we were", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "of the days he had been on the monster's back, but the rape of Earth\n must be finished now. He had no doubt that the things would depart\n as they had come into the Solar System—in that close, seemingly", "at her soil, drank deep of her seas. Where, on\n\n this gutted cosmic carcass, could humanity flee?\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"The monsters who have descended on Earth must represent the end result\n of a long evolution completed in space itself. They are evidently", "and by now whatever was left of human civilization must be starving\n beyond the Arctic circle, or aboard ships at sea. The hordes that\n still lived and wandered over the once populous fertile lands, like", "\"That striking resemblance, together with the fact that they chose\n Earth to attack out of all the planets of the Solar System, shows they", "he could not sleep but had to go on, searching with a hope that would\n not die for some miraculously spared refuge where civilization and\n science might yet exist, where there would be the means to realize his", "planet. It was an ordinary face, roundish, spectacled, but etched now\n by tragedy; the voice that went with it was flat, unemotional, pedantic.", "He should have foreseen that and made his escape in time. Now that\n he had solved the problem of human survival.... But the bright ocean", "when all the living space there is is a few thousand\n monsters capable of supporting a very limited number of people\n each—with your method giving an easy way to destroy these little", "worlds our descendants will inhabit. It's too much dynamite to have\n around the house.\"", "they'll be living exclusively on their fat—the fuel they stored on\n Earth, and so will we. We've got a whole new history of man ahead\n of us, under such changed conditions that we can't begin to predict", "the same reason they have achieved what even intelligent cellular life\n so far hasn't—liberation from existence bound to one world's surface,\n the conquest of space. They accomplished it not by invention but by", "deep-space beings, able to propel themselves from planet to planet and\n from star to star in search of food, guided by instinct to suns and\n worlds like ours. Descending on such a planet, they move across its", "\"Man is a highly mobile species, so our direct casualties of this\n invasion have been very light and will continue to be. But when the", "\"It is inhabitable?\" Westover's question reflected no doubt.\nSutton gestured at the bubbling device behind him. \"That thing is", "knowing his words lost in the thunder, gestured toward the Earth they\n were leaving, a half-regretful, half-triumphant farewell.", "For a man like Westover, who had been a scientist, it was not the\n prospect of death that was most crushing, but the death blow to his", "material on the world which was their prey.... And men must starve, as\n he was starving now....\nWith a struggle Westover roused himself, first sitting up, then swaying" ], [ "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWestover got a shock when he stumbled onto the monster, for all that he\n knew one had been through here.", "\"I haven't got so far with the theory,\" said Westover, \"but I think\n I've got the main outlines. Until the monsters came, man was a parasite", "Westover finished the brief account of his coming to dwell on the\n monster's back. The other grinned happily.\n\n\n \"You began with the practice, where I worked out the theory first.\"", "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "the trays, rising and bursting, rising and bursting with a curiously\n fascinating monotony. The subtly tense attitudes of the two initiates\n told Westover better than words that there was something hugely", "Westover had been one of the men who, in the days when humanity was\n still fighting, had accumulated quite a store of knowledge about the\n enemy—the enemy that was brainless and toolless, but that was simply", "For a man like Westover, who had been a scientist, it was not the\n prospect of death that was most crushing, but the death blow to his", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "head. It occurred to him that he was now ideally located to conduct\n the experiments necessary to prove his theory of how to destroy the\n monsters—if only someone had had the foresight to build a biological", "only source of food he knew in all the world—not just that he was\n developing a flea's psychology. He was a man and a scientist, and he\n was conducting an experiment.... His life on the monster's back was", "Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of\n the flood or the slope of the living mountain. He saw, as he had seen", "destruction from up there.... But I got out in one piece and started\n walking—looking for some place with people and facilities that could\n try out my method of killing the monsters. I thought—I still think—I", "The sun was already up, and the monster should have begun once more its\n steady, ravenous march to the east. But there was no motion; the great\n living expanse lay still around him. He wondered wildly if it was dead.", "Westover was still not sure that the other was more than one of the\n powerful specters of childhood—the Preacher, the Doctor, no doubt the", "Even as Westover began frantically climbing, out of that lightening\n sky the hopelessness of his effort pressed down on him. With dawn the", "He was almost hidden in the cavity when a shadow fell across him from\n behind. He whirled, for there could be no shadows on the monster's back.", "despair. For all around lay blue water, waves dancing and glinting in\n the fresh breeze; and sniffing the air he recognized the salt tang\n of the sea. While he slept the monster had crept beyond the coast", "not make that ascent and face the long and dangerous descent beyond,\n which he had to make before dawn ... but not now ... not now....\nHe lay in a state between waking and dreaming, high on the monster's" ], [ "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "despair. For all around lay blue water, waves dancing and glinting in\n the fresh breeze; and sniffing the air he recognized the salt tang\n of the sea. While he slept the monster had crept beyond the coast", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWestover got a shock when he stumbled onto the monster, for all that he\n knew one had been through here.", "Westover finished the brief account of his coming to dwell on the\n monster's back. The other grinned happily.\n\n\n \"You began with the practice, where I worked out the theory first.\"", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "head. It occurred to him that he was now ideally located to conduct\n the experiments necessary to prove his theory of how to destroy the\n monsters—if only someone had had the foresight to build a biological", "That was the meaning of its gargantuan belly rumblings. And they meant\n further that he must finally leave it—now or never—or be borne aloft\n to die gasping in the stratosphere.", "not make that ascent and face the long and dangerous descent beyond,\n which he had to make before dawn ... but not now ... not now....\nHe lay in a state between waking and dreaming, high on the monster's", "The sun was already up, and the monster should have begun once more its\n steady, ravenous march to the east. But there was no motion; the great\n living expanse lay still around him. He wondered wildly if it was dead.", "laboratory on the monster's back. Of course the rolling motion would\n create special problems of technique.... Idiocy.... Once more he seemed\n to glimpse Sutton's face, as the biologist calmly made that grisly", "He could stay where he was unharmed, of course. On the monster's back,\n of all places, he had nothing to fear from it or from others of its", "\"I haven't got so far with the theory,\" said Westover, \"but I think\n I've got the main outlines. Until the monsters came, man was a parasite", "Even as Westover began frantically climbing, out of that lightening\n sky the hopelessness of his effort pressed down on him. With dawn the", "destruction from up there.... But I got out in one piece and started\n walking—looking for some place with people and facilities that could\n try out my method of killing the monsters. I thought—I still think—I", "Westover's mind was beginning to function again; it was as though the\n cessation of the rock and sway had exorcised the lethargy that had lain", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "\"Describing your plan, you sounded almost ready to put it into effect\n on the spot.\"\n\n\n \"No! Of course I realize—Well, I see what you mean—I think.\" Westover\n was crestfallen.", "When, a few hundred yards nearer the monster's head, the other halted\n at a black rent in the rugose hide, the mouth of a burrow descending" ], [ "The moonlight's fading again was merciful as he climbed the sheer,\n slippery face of the foot; but he could hear the wash and chuckle of", "the trays, rising and bursting, rising and bursting with a curiously\n fascinating monotony. The subtly tense attitudes of the two initiates\n told Westover better than words that there was something hugely", "Presently, though, he felt a faint shuddering and lift beneath his\n feet, and heard far stifled mutterings and sighs.", "At last Sutton smiled. \"That's better. You've thought it through to\n the end, I see.... This phase of our history won't last forever.", "He had been hearing them again as he awoke—the distant muffled voices\n whose words he could not make out, not the small close ones that\n sometimes in the hot middays had spoken clearly in his ear and even", "upon him. He knew now that he had been almost insane for the time he\n had passed here, touched by the madness that takes hermits and men lost", "Then, as he knew it must, a light glimmered ahead, the sinus widened,\n and Westover climbed to his feet and stood, weak-kneed still, staring", "The Preacher's brows knitted faintly, but then his look turned to\n benevolent understanding. \"You have been alone too long here. Come with\n me—I will take you to the Doctor.\"", "planet. It was an ordinary face, roundish, spectacled, but etched now\n by tragedy; the voice that went with it was flat, unemotional, pedantic.", "And a wild, white light of hope blazed in him, and he flung himself\n flat on the rough surface, beat on it with bare fists and shouted:\n \"Help! Here I am! Help!\"", "A man stood watching him calmly—an elderly man in rusty black\n clothing, leaning on a stick. The staff, the snowy beard, and something\n that smoldered behind the benign eyes, gave him the look of an ancient\n prophet.", "There came a morning, though, when he remembered.\nThus began for him a weird existence—the life of a parasite, of a flea on a dog.", "feet. Sutton staggered drunkenly almost erect, fought his way across\n the tilting floor to make sure of his precious apparatus. He turned\n back toward the others, bracing himself and shouting something; then,", "\"Very well put,\" approved Sutton. \"Except that you make it sound easy.\n By the time I'd worked it out like that, things were already in", "Even as Westover began frantically climbing, out of that lightening\n sky the hopelessness of his effort pressed down on him. With dawn the", "to his feet, frowning with the effort to look sanely at the terrible\n inspiration that had come to him. The cloud blanket was breaking up,\n the sun already high, beating down on the naked moving plateau on which", "The Preacher stood beside him, breathing hard and mopping his forehead.\n But he brushed aside the deferential offers of the others: \"No—I will\n take him to the Doctor myself. All of you must hurry now to close the\n shaft.\"", "Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of\n the flood or the slope of the living mountain. He saw, as he had seen", "Now he listened strainingly to the portentous sounds of change in the\n monster's vitals, and in a flash of insight knew them for what they", "\"It's high time you joined the endoparasites. Lucky you scratched\n around enough up there to create repercussions we could feel down here.\n You got the same idea, then?\"" ], [ "For a man like Westover, who had been a scientist, it was not the\n prospect of death that was most crushing, but the death blow to his", "Westover had been one of the men who, in the days when humanity was\n still fighting, had accumulated quite a store of knowledge about the\n enemy—the enemy that was brainless and toolless, but that was simply", "Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of\n the flood or the slope of the living mountain. He saw, as he had seen", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "Westover sat for a space with head in hands, hearing the faint\n continuing murmurs from below. And he remembered the voices.", "Westover hesitated. \"I'm not just imagining you?\" he appealed.\n \"Somebody else has really found the answer?\"", "material on the world which was their prey.... And men must starve, as\n he was starving now....\nWith a struggle Westover roused himself, first sitting up, then swaying", "Even as Westover began frantically climbing, out of that lightening\n sky the hopelessness of his effort pressed down on him. With dawn the", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "Westover stood motionless in the blackness; how long, he did not know.\n He was hardly aware of the water that covered his feet, crept over his", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "\"Amen,\" agreed Sutton. But the gaze he fixed on Westover was oddly\n troubled. \"Speaking of the future brings up the question of the idea", "Then, as he knew it must, a light glimmered ahead, the sinus widened,\n and Westover climbed to his feet and stood, weak-kneed still, staring", "\"I haven't got so far with the theory,\" said Westover, \"but I think\n I've got the main outlines. Until the monsters came, man was a parasite", "\"Who are you?\" asked Westover, breathlessly but almost without surprise.\n\n\n \"I am the Preacher,\" the old man said. \"The Lord hath sent me to save\n you. Arise, my son, and follow me.\"", "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "he could not sleep but had to go on, searching with a hope that would\n not die for some miraculously spared refuge where civilization and\n science might yet exist, where there would be the means to realize his", "Westover was still not sure that the other was more than one of the\n powerful specters of childhood—the Preacher, the Doctor, no doubt the", "\"Beautifully simple.\" Sutton smiled wryly. \"So much so that I wish\n you'd never thought of it.\"\n\n\n Westover stared. \"Why?\"" ], [ "been killed discloses the reason why ordinary projectiles and bombs and\n poisons are ineffective against them—apart, that is, from the chief\n reason of sheer size. The creatures are so loosely organized that a", "\"The monsters almost defeated us, because of their two special\n adaptations of extreme size and ability to cross space. But man has", "Then he was tormented by thirst. It was some time, though, before he\n could bring himself to drink the colorless fluid that had collected in\n the wound he had inflicted on the monster.", "\"There are so many of them, and we've destroyed so few—and to kill\n those few took our mightiest weapons. Examination of the ones that have", "destruction from up there.... But I got out in one piece and started\n walking—looking for some place with people and facilities that could\n try out my method of killing the monsters. I thought—I still think—I", "plant food and even the organic material in the soil. So we have only\n one way out—to transfer our parasitism to the only remaining food\n source—the monsters themselves.", "head. It occurred to him that he was now ideally located to conduct\n the experiments necessary to prove his theory of how to destroy the\n monsters—if only someone had had the foresight to build a biological", "\"Your idea is dangerous for the same reason. The monsters probably\n spend thousands of years in interstellar space; during that time", "\"The monsters who have descended on Earth must represent the end result\n of a long evolution completed in space itself. They are evidently", "is all multicellular, on the monsters' home world conditions must have\n favored unicellular growth. Probably as a result of this unspecialized\n structure, the monsters have attained their great size and perhaps for", "The sun was already up, and the monster should have begun once more its\n steady, ravenous march to the east. But there was no motion; the great\n living expanse lay still around him. He wondered wildly if it was dead.", "Fingers shaking, he unhitched the light ax from his belt and began to\n hack with feverish industry at the monster's crusted hide.", "the sheer horror of the yielding beslimed walls that seemed every\n moment squeezing in to trap them unspeakably. The air was warm and\n rank with the familiar heavy sweetish odor of the monster's colorless", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "the creature's blood over a long period enough of some potent\n secretion—hormone, enzyme or the like—to kill when suddenly\n reintroduced into the system. \"Originally I thought we could accomplish", "hit on the catalyst that makes their blood give up its oxygen—that's\n its blood flowing through the filters. We've got an electric generator\n running by tapping the monster's internal gas pressure. There are", "He could stay where he was unharmed, of course. On the monster's back,\n of all places, he had nothing to fear from it or from others of its", "And that explained the flood; the monster's body had formed an\n unbreakable dam behind which the river had been steadily piling up in\n those first hours of night; if it did not move until dawn, the level\n would be far higher then.", "Thus began for him a weird existence—the life of a parasite, of a flea\n on a dog. The monster crawled by day and rested by night; strengthened,", "\"I haven't got so far with the theory,\" said Westover, \"but I think\n I've got the main outlines. Until the monsters came, man was a parasite" ], [ "\"Who are you?\" asked Westover, breathlessly but almost without surprise.\n\n\n \"I am the Preacher,\" the old man said. \"The Lord hath sent me to save\n you. Arise, my son, and follow me.\"", "Then the impersonal will that had driven him implacably two days and\n nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward,", "Even as Westover began frantically climbing, out of that lightening\n sky the hopelessness of his effort pressed down on him. With dawn the", "\"Beautifully simple.\" Sutton smiled wryly. \"So much so that I wish\n you'd never thought of it.\"\n\n\n Westover stared. \"Why?\"", "For a man like Westover, who had been a scientist, it was not the\n prospect of death that was most crushing, but the death blow to his", "\"I stumbled onto it,\" Westover admitted. \"I was wandering across\n country—my plane crashed on the way back from that South American", "Westover finished the brief account of his coming to dwell on the\n monster's back. The other grinned happily.\n\n\n \"You began with the practice, where I worked out the theory first.\"", "Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of\n the flood or the slope of the living mountain. He saw, as he had seen", "\"Amen,\" agreed Sutton. But the gaze he fixed on Westover was oddly\n troubled. \"Speaking of the future brings up the question of the idea", "Westover hesitated. \"I'm not just imagining you?\" he appealed.\n \"Somebody else has really found the answer?\"", "Westover's mind was beginning to function again; it was as though the\n cessation of the rock and sway had exorcised the lethargy that had lain", "all devoured by the monsters.\"\nWestover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of\n nightmare—then he realized that a misty rain had wetted his face and", "the trays, rising and bursting, rising and bursting with a curiously\n fascinating monotony. The subtly tense attitudes of the two initiates\n told Westover better than words that there was something hugely", "you mentioned—your monster-killing scheme.\"\nWestover flexed his hands involuntarily, like one who has been too\n long enforcedly idle. In terse eager sentences he outlined for Sutton", "shelf that marked the rim of the foot. Above him lay the great black\n steep that rose to the summit of the monster's humped back, a mountain\n to be climbed. Westover felt poignantly that his exhausted body could", "Then, as he knew it must, a light glimmered ahead, the sinus widened,\n and Westover climbed to his feet and stood, weak-kneed still, staring", "The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was\n generating gases within itself, preparing to leave the ravished Earth.", "\"Describing your plan, you sounded almost ready to put it into effect\n on the spot.\"\n\n\n \"No! Of course I realize—Well, I see what you mean—I think.\" Westover\n was crestfallen.", "Westover had been one of the men who, in the days when humanity was\n still fighting, had accumulated quite a store of knowledge about the\n enemy—the enemy that was brainless and toolless, but that was simply", "At last Sutton smiled. \"That's better. You've thought it through to\n the end, I see.... This phase of our history won't last forever." ] ]

[ "What can we infer is the likely source of Retief's formal name?", "Did Retief follow the sealed orders given him by Passwyn?", "True or False: Flapjacks are native to Adobe.", "How did Retief narrowly escape having his skiff destroyed on the way down to the planet?", "Why doesn't Retief correct Potter about his assumption that Retief is Lemuel's cousin?", "How did the trouble between the Jaqs and the colonists begin?", "How many casualties have the colonists suffered so far?", "Why does Retief take on Lemuel in a fistfight?", "How does Retief subdue both of the Flapjacks that he wrestles?", "What compromise did Retief and Hoshick reach that ended the conflict?" ]

[ [ "Retief had to come up with a formal title with no warning. He looked out over Hoshick's head and notice the red sun coming up over the mountains, and he thought about the flat shape of the Flapjacks, which suggested \"tape,\" and on impulse, called himself \nRetief of the Red-Tape Mountain.", "Retief was known as a stickler for following procedures and generating paperwork. Hence, years ago, his colleagues gave him the name Retief of the Red-Tape Mountain in token of the mountains of red tape that he created for everyone.", "When Retief had to come up with a formal title on the spur of the moment, it is not hard to imagine that he thought about the mountains of red tape that bureaucrats like him have to deal with, and in a play on words, turned it into his title, Retief of the Red-Tape Mountain.", "Retief was a diplomat, but he was also a member of the Terran nobility. For reasons lost in the mists of history, his father's duchy was called Red-Tape Mountain. When his father died, Retief inherited the title." ], [ "Retief was a skilled but unimaginitive diplomat. His boss, Passwyn, provided the highly specific orders because Retief was not very good at improvising. Therefore, we can infer that Retief would have followed the orders meticulously.", "Since Retief was ordered not to open the sealed packet of orders until he reached Adobe, and he left the ship on a skiff with only a pistol before he ever got to Adobe. Thus, we can infer that he neither read nor followed the orders.", "Retief knew that there would be at least one or two useful ideas in the packet of orders developed by Headquarters, because the writers had all visited Adobe, and could be considered experts on the planet. Thus, we can infer that he read the orders carefully and followed them as best practices.", "From the unexpected way that Retief reached the surface of Adobe and Retief's obvious penchant for impulsive action, we can infer that although the mission goal was met, the meticulous procedures in the orders were not followed." ], [ "False. The leader of the Flapjacks says that he and his group of followers came from another planet.", "True. Although Retief is surprised that the Flapjacks were not discovered before Terran colonization of the planet began, the Terran instruments simply could not detect them.", "True. \"Flapjack\" is a pejorative name for the group known as the Jaqs, which Passwyn tells Retief is an intelligent indigenous lifeform.", "False. The Flapjacks developed from a biological lab accident on Earth, and were transported to Adobe accidentally." ], [ "Retief encountered a nuclear missile fired by the Jax. The skiff was well-armed, and he took it down with a lucky shot.", "The mail pilot of the main ship was in such a hurry to get rid of him that he did not fully seal the skiff's airlock, and Retief worried all the way to the planet's surface that he would run out of air. He didn't, though.", "He escaped being blown up by a nuclear weapon by heading straight at it at such a high rate of speed that by the time its sensors detected him and triggered the firing sequence, he was on his way past, while the blast was focused in the other direction.", "As he took evasive action to get away from an atomic missile fired by the colonists, he almost ran into some space junk from a destroyed ship, but he avoided that, too." ], [ "He sees right away that it would be beneficial to allow this misunderstanding to continue.", "Retief is a diplomat. He doesn't see the point in embarrassing Potter by correcting him.", "He tries, but never finishes the thought, because Potter keeps interrupting him.", "Retief didn't hear what Potter said." ], [ "The Flapjacks ambushed a colonist settlement and killed everyone in it.", "The colonists started systematically moving the Flapjacks to reservations consisting of land that couldn't be farmed, and dumped them on the reservations with the clothes on their backs.", "Colonists were harassing the Flapjacks in town, treating them like pariah, and some of the younger Flapjacks snapped and started brawling with colonists, who retaliated, and it spiraled from there.", "The colonists initially thought that they were just some kind of animal indigenous to Adobe, and one of them shot one for sport." ], [ "The only casualties so far are Swazey's two cows.", "300 killed or wounded.", "4 killed and 12 wounded.", "16 killed." ], [ "Retief wants to take over leadership from Lemuel of the group of humans that is defending the colony from the Flapjacks.", "Retief wants to prove to any distant, observing Flapjacks, that he is no part of the colonists' defense group that has been harassing them.", "Retief just wants to get on with his diplomatic mission, and Lemuel is an obstacle and a threat to his safety.", "The Jax are great sportsmen, and Retief's standing among them will be enhanced by defeating Lemuel." ], [ "Flapjacks are terrified of water, and he spit on them, which acts as a burning agent on a Flapjack.", "He mashes his thumb into an opening which Retief thought was the eye, but which Hoshick implies is involved in Flapjack reproduction.", "He mashes his thumb into an opening identified by Retief and verified by Hoshick as being the Flapjack's eye, in each case.", "He twists the Flapjacks' tentacles, which is excruciatingly painful to a Flapjack." ], [ "They agreed to split all the oases on the planet, picking by random draw which oases went to the settlers, and which to the Flapjacks.", "They agreed to put a line of demarcation around the planet in a longitudinal direction, and the colonists would get one half of the planet, and the Flapjacks the other half.", "Hoshick decided it would be better for the Flapjacks to return to Jax, and this put an end to the conflict.", "It turns out that the Flapjacks wanted land that the colonists considered worthless, so it was easy to reach an agreement in priniciple." ] ]

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[ [ "\"I'm Retief.\" Hoshick waited expectantly, \"... of the Mountain of Red\n Tape,\" Retief added.", "hoped....\" He broke off, drew a rasping breath. \"I had hoped, Retief,\"\n he said, speaking sadly now, \"to find a new land here where I might", "\"Sir!\" said Retief sternly. \"You forget yourself. I, Retief of the Red\n Tape Mountain, make an alternate proposal more in keeping with the\n newest sporting principles.\"", "\"He ain't no cousin of mine,\" Lemuel said slowly. He stepped to Retief.\n\n\n \"Who you spyin' for, stranger?\" he rasped.\nRetief got to his feet. \"I think I should explain—\"", "\"Just for a change, I'd like to finish a sentence,\" said Retief. \"And I\n suggest you put your courage back in your pocket before it bites you.\"\n\n\n \"You talk too damned fancy to suit me.\"", "take certain action.\" He swung back to face Retief. \"I'm sending you\n in to handle the situation, Retief—under sealed orders.\" He picked", "at Vice-Consul Retief.", "As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him.\n\n\n They went down together. The stranger gave one short yell, then\n struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist—", "\"New?\" cried Hoshick. \"My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm\n enthralled with novel modes. One gets so out of touch. Do elaborate.\"", "\"Hey!\" the settler yelled. \"You're as human as I am!\"\n\n\n \"Maybe I'll look better after a shave,\" said Retief. \"What's the idea\n of shooting at me?\"", "\"Later. Sit tight and keep your eyes open.\" Retief took a bearing on a\n treetop faintly visible against the sky and started forward.", "\"Now we understand each other,\" said Retief. \"Take me to your leader.\"\nTwenty minutes' walk into the desert brought Retief to a low rampart", "\"Great sport, wasn't it?\" said Retief. \"Now, I know you'll be eager to\n continue. If you'll just wait while I run back and fetch some of our\n gougerforms—\"", "Retief's air was running out. He heaved up against the smothering\n weight. Nothing budged.\n\n\n It was like burial under a dump-truck-load of concrete.", "\"Apparently, that was an erroneous impression.\" Passwyn fixed Retief\n with a watery eye. \"You'll follow your instructions to the letter. In a", "\"No,\" said Retief. \"You wait here. I'm going out alone.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea...?\"", "\"Maybe. But I'm talking to suit me. Now, for the last time, put it\n away.\"\n\n\n Lemuel stared at Retief. \"You givin' me orders...?\"", "Retief turned. An immense Flap-jack, hung with crimson trappings,\n rippled at his side. The voice issued from a disk strapped to its back.\n \"You fight well. I think we will find in each other worthy adversaries.\"", "\"I trust you'll find these dishes palatable,\" said Hoshick. \"Our\n metabolisms are much alike, I believe.\" Retief tried the food. It had a", "Retief's left fist shot out, smacked Lemuel's face dead center. He\n stumbled back, blood starting from his nose; the pistol fired into the" ], [ "take certain action.\" He swung back to face Retief. \"I'm sending you\n in to handle the situation, Retief—under sealed orders.\" He picked", "\"Apparently, that was an erroneous impression.\" Passwyn fixed Retief\n with a watery eye. \"You'll follow your instructions to the letter. In a", "RETIEF OF THE RED-TAPE MOUNTAIN\nby KEITH LAUMER\nRetief knew the importance of sealed\n\n orders—and the need to keep them that way!", "\"Later. Sit tight and keep your eyes open.\" Retief took a bearing on a\n treetop faintly visible against the sky and started forward.", "hoped....\" He broke off, drew a rasping breath. \"I had hoped, Retief,\"\n he said, speaking sadly now, \"to find a new land here where I might", "\"No,\" said Retief. \"You wait here. I'm going out alone.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea...?\"", "As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him.\n\n\n They went down together. The stranger gave one short yell, then\n struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist—", "Retief altered course to the south. The blip followed.", "Red lights blinked briefly. Retief glimpsed a gap in the thorny\n barrier, stepped through it. He followed dim shapes across warm sand to\n a low cave-like entry, faintly lit with a reddish glow.", "at Vice-Consul Retief.", "Retief crawled into the narrow cockpit of the skiff, glanced over the\n controls. The pilot ducked out of sight, came back, handed Retief a", "\"Hold on,\" said Retief. \"I've got to get down. They won't shoot at you.\"", "Retief's left fist shot out, smacked Lemuel's face dead center. He\n stumbled back, blood starting from his nose; the pistol fired into the", "\"Maybe. But I'm talking to suit me. Now, for the last time, put it\n away.\"\n\n\n Lemuel stared at Retief. \"You givin' me orders...?\"", "of open ground to another shelter. Retief watched. Minutes passed. The\n shape moved again, slipped into a shadow ten feet distant. Retief felt\n the butt of the power pistol with his elbow. His guess had better be", "He passed the buff envelope across to Retief.\n\n\n \"I understood that Adobe was uninhabited,\" Retief said, \"until the\n Terrestrial settlers arrived.\"", "Retief's air was running out. He heaved up against the smothering\n weight. Nothing budged.\n\n\n It was like burial under a dump-truck-load of concrete.", "\"Now we understand each other,\" said Retief. \"Take me to your leader.\"\nTwenty minutes' walk into the desert brought Retief to a low rampart", "\"I haven't made myself clear,\" said Retief. He took a sip of wine. \"We\n don't involve the skirmishforms at all. That's quite passe.\"\n\n\n \"You don't mean...?\"", "Potter was on his way, loping off up a gentle slope. Retief pulled off\n the sodden blazer, dropped it over a bush, added his string tie and\n followed Potter.\nII" ], [ "bad shape. We ran into the Flap-jacks three months ago and we haven't\n made a smart move since. First, we thought they were a native form we", "The stunted trees ended just ahead. Beyond, he could make out the dim\n contour of rolling desert. Flap-jack country. He got to his feet,", "here? We're pretty close to the edge of the oases. That's Flap-jack\n country over there.\" He waved a hand toward the north, where the desert\n lay.", "hundred others we haven't touched yet. The Flap-jacks won't get 'em\n while there's a man alive.\"", "\"The situation on Adobe is nearing crisis. The confounded settlers—a\n mere handful of them—have managed, as usual, to stir up trouble with", "Flap-jacks. He sat down and eased the weight of his captive off his\n back, but kept a firm thumb in place. If his analysis of the situation", "A small Flap-jack rippled the chamber bearing on its back a silver tray\n laden with aromatic food. The waiter served the four diners, filled the\n drinking tubes with yellow wine. It smelled good.", "\"Let's get on back to camp. We'll just about make it by sundown.\n And, look. Don't say anything to Lemuel about me thinking you were a\n Flap-jack.\"", "Retief rolled aside, then lunged, threw his weight on the flopping\n Flap-jack—a yard square, three inches thick at the center and all", "of thorn branches: the Flap-jacks' outer defensive line against Terry\n forays. It would be as good a place as any to wait for the move by the", "\"Take place, Retief,\" said Hoshick. \"I hope you won't find our rude\n couches uncomfortable.\" Two other large Flap-jacks came into the room,", "\"Avoid it?\" Retief heard a low humming coming from the speaker in the\n silence. \"Well, let us dine,\" the mighty Flap-jack said at last. \"We", "\"Keep your head down. These damn Flap-jacks have got some wicked hand\n weapons. Come on....\" He moved off silently on all fours. Retief", "\"If I'd a been a Flap-jack; I'd of et you alive,\" the newcomer said,\n moving into the ring of fire, a tall, broad-faced man in grimy leather.\n He eyed Retief.", "\"I'm glad you're a poor shot. That missile was too close for comfort.\"\n\n\n \"Missile, eh? Must be Flap-jack artillery. We got nothing like that.\"", "Flap-jack boat; looks just like 'em. I took a shot when I saw something\n move. Didn't know it was a Terrestrial. Who are you? What you doin'", "Retief turned. An immense Flap-jack, hung with crimson trappings,\n rippled at his side. The voice issued from a disk strapped to its back.\n \"You fight well. I think we will find in each other worthy adversaries.\"", "The Flap-jack fell still, only its fringes rippling slowly. Retief\n relaxed the pressure of his thumb; the alien gave a tentative jerk; the\n thumb dug in.\n\n\n The alien went limp again, waiting.", "followed it with the leather shirt Swazey had lent him. By the faint\n light he could just make out the towering figure of the Flap-jack", "Retief tightened his grip on the alien. He could see a dark shape now,\n looming up almost to his own six-three. It looked like the Flap-jacks\n came in all sizes." ], [ "At a combined speed of two miles per second, the skiff flashed past\n the missile, and Retief was slammed violently against the restraining\n harness in the concussion of the explosion ... a mile astern, and\n harmless.", "Retief crawled into the narrow cockpit of the skiff, glanced over the\n controls. The pilot ducked out of sight, came back, handed Retief a", "Then the planetary surface was rushing up with frightening speed.\n Retief shook his head, kicked in the emergency retro-drive. Points", "\"I haven't made myself clear,\" said Retief. He took a sip of wine. \"We\n don't involve the skirmishforms at all. That's quite passe.\"\n\n\n \"You don't mean...?\"", "hoped....\" He broke off, drew a rasping breath. \"I had hoped, Retief,\"\n he said, speaking sadly now, \"to find a new land here where I might", "The pilot plunged against the restraint, swung a punch that Retief\n blocked casually. \"Are you nuts?\" the pilot screeched. \"They's plenty\n shootin' goin' on fer me to see it fifty miles out.\"", "\"Hold on,\" said Retief. \"I've got to get down. They won't shoot at you.\"", "Retief dug in and the Flap-jack writhed, pulled away. Retief held on,\n scrambled to his feet, threw his weight against the alien and fell on", "of open ground to another shelter. Retief watched. Minutes passed. The\n shape moved again, slipped into a shadow ten feet distant. Retief felt\n the butt of the power pistol with his elbow. His guess had better be", "\"Ah, yes, of course. Quite equitable. What guarantees do you require?\"\n\n\n \"The word of a gentleman is sufficient.\" Retief released the alien. It\n flopped once, disappeared into the darkness.", "He checked instrument readings, gripped the controls, watching. This\n was going to be tricky. The missile bored closer. At five miles Retief", "\"I'm supposed to be preventing the war,\" said Retief. \"It looks like\n I'm a little late.\"", "\"Later. Sit tight and keep your eyes open.\" Retief took a bearing on a\n treetop faintly visible against the sky and started forward.", "departing mail boat. Retief watched the tiny screen, hands on the\n manual controls. He was dropping rapidly: forty miles, thirty-nine....", "Red lights blinked briefly. Retief glimpsed a gap in the thorny\n barrier, stepped through it. He followed dim shapes across warm sand to\n a low cave-like entry, faintly lit with a reddish glow.", "\"Delicious,\" said Retief. \"I wonder. Have you considered eliminating\n weapons altogether?\"\nA scratchy sound issued from the disk. \"Pardon my laughter,\" Hoshick\n said, \"but surely you jest?\"", "The hatch clanked shut. A moment later there was a jar as the skiff\n dropped away, followed by heavy buffeting in the backwash from the", "\"As a matter of fact,\" said Retief, \"we ourselves seldom use weapons.\"\n\n\n \"I seem to recall that our first contact of skirmishforms involved the\n use of a weapon by one of your units.\"", "It scrabbled with prehensile fringe-tentacles for a grip on Retief's\n shoulders. He wrapped his arms around the alien and struggled to his", "earth-grubbing form, but we were soon disabused of that notion.\" He\n raised a tube, manipulating it deftly with his fringe tentacles. Retief\n returned the salute and drank." ], [ "\"He ain't no cousin of mine,\" Lemuel said slowly. He stepped to Retief.\n\n\n \"Who you spyin' for, stranger?\" he rasped.\nRetief got to his feet. \"I think I should explain—\"", "Retief's left fist shot out, smacked Lemuel's face dead center. He\n stumbled back, blood starting from his nose; the pistol fired into the", "\"Maybe. But I'm talking to suit me. Now, for the last time, put it\n away.\"\n\n\n Lemuel stared at Retief. \"You givin' me orders...?\"", "\"Hey, you must be Lemuel's cousin. Good night! I pretty near made a bad\n mistake. Lemuel's a tough man to explain something to.\"\n\n\n \"I'm—\"", "Potter was on his way, loping off up a gentle slope. Retief pulled off\n the sodden blazer, dropped it over a bush, added his string tie and\n followed Potter.\nII", "\"Apparently, that was an erroneous impression.\" Passwyn fixed Retief\n with a watery eye. \"You'll follow your instructions to the letter. In a", "\"Just for a change, I'd like to finish a sentence,\" said Retief. \"And I\n suggest you put your courage back in your pocket before it bites you.\"\n\n\n \"You talk too damned fancy to suit me.\"", "\"Hey!\" the settler yelled. \"You're as human as I am!\"\n\n\n \"Maybe I'll look better after a shave,\" said Retief. \"What's the idea\n of shooting at me?\"", "\"Shut up, you damn fool!\" a deep voice grated.\n\n\n \"Lemuel!\" Potter said. \"Nobody else could sneak up on us like that.\"", "As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him.\n\n\n They went down together. The stranger gave one short yell, then\n struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist—", "\"I'm Retief.\" Hoshick waited expectantly, \"... of the Mountain of Red\n Tape,\" Retief added.", "\"Who's that?\"\n\n\n \"What do ya mean?\" Potter spoke in the silence. \"He's your cousin....\"", "\"Hold on,\" said Retief. \"I've got to get down. They won't shoot at you.\"", "hoped....\" He broke off, drew a rasping breath. \"I had hoped, Retief,\"\n he said, speaking sadly now, \"to find a new land here where I might", "\"If I'd a been a Flap-jack; I'd of et you alive,\" the newcomer said,\n moving into the ring of fire, a tall, broad-faced man in grimy leather.\n He eyed Retief.", "\"New?\" cried Hoshick. \"My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm\n enthralled with novel modes. One gets so out of touch. Do elaborate.\"", "\"No,\" said Retief. \"You wait here. I'm going out alone.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea...?\"", "\"Wow!\" said Potter. \"The stranger took Lem ... in two punches!\"\n\n\n \"One,\" said Swazey. \"That first one was just a love tap.\"", "\"Sir!\" said Retief sternly. \"You forget yourself. I, Retief of the Red\n Tape Mountain, make an alternate proposal more in keeping with the\n newest sporting principles.\"", "\"Thanks.\" Retief shoved the pistol in his belt. \"I hope you're wrong.\"\n\n\n \"I'll see they pick you up when the shootin's over—one way or another.\"" ], [ "an intelligent indigenous life form, the Jaq. I can't think why they\n bother, merely for a few oases among the endless deserts. However I\n have, at last, received authorization from Sector Headquarters to", "\"The situation on Adobe is nearing crisis. The confounded settlers—a\n mere handful of them—have managed, as usual, to stir up trouble with", "\"Enough!\" Hoshick roared, so loudly that the translator bounced on his\n hide. \"Suddenly I yearn for the crowded yellow sands of Jaq. I had", "hadn't run into before. Fact is, one of the boys shot one, thinkin' it\n was fair game. I guess that was the start of it.\" He stirred the fire,\n added a stick.", "A small Flap-jack rippled the chamber bearing on its back a silver tray\n laden with aromatic food. The waiter served the four diners, filled the\n drinking tubes with yellow wine. It smelled good.", "\"We heard they were sending some kind of bureaucrat in here to tell\n us to get out and give the oases to the Flap-jacks,\" said Swazey. He\n tightened his mouth. \"We're waitin' for him....\"", "The pilot's head snapped around. \"War?\" he yelped. \"Nobody told me they\n was a war goin' on on 'Dobe. If that's what that is, I'm gettin' out of\n here.\"", "spaceman or two a year. Instead, I'm zoo-keeper to these confounded\n settlers. And not for one world, mind you, but eight!\" He stared glumly", "The Flap-jack fell still, only its fringes rippling slowly. Retief\n relaxed the pressure of his thumb; the alien gave a tentative jerk; the\n thumb dug in.\n\n\n The alien went limp again, waiting.", "I'm expected to produce a miracle—a rapprochement between Terrestrial\n and Adoban and a division of territory. It's idiotic. However, failure", "can't afford it. The colony's got less than three hundred able-bodied\n men.\"", "\"Hey!\" the settler yelled. \"You're as human as I am!\"\n\n\n \"Maybe I'll look better after a shave,\" said Retief. \"What's the idea\n of shooting at me?\"", "The hatch clanked shut. A moment later there was a jar as the skiff\n dropped away, followed by heavy buffeting in the backwash from the", "\"It's been goin' on this way ever since. They raid and then we raid.\n But lately they've been bringing some big stuff into it. They've got", "There was a sudden rasp, like leather against concrete, and a flurry of\n sand as the Flap-jack charged.", "It was ten minutes before a movement caught his eye. Something had\n separated itself from a dark mass of stone, glided across a few yards", "\"Take place, Retief,\" said Hoshick. \"I hope you won't find our rude\n couches uncomfortable.\" Two other large Flap-jacks came into the room,", "\"He ain't no cousin of mine,\" Lemuel said slowly. He stepped to Retief.\n\n\n \"Who you spyin' for, stranger?\" he rasped.\nRetief got to his feet. \"I think I should explain—\"", "\"They's shootin' goin' on down there,\" he said. \"See them white puffs\n over the edge of the desert?\"", "\"I figure they thought the cows were people,\" said Swazey. \"They were\n out for revenge.\"" ], [ "\"The situation on Adobe is nearing crisis. The confounded settlers—a\n mere handful of them—have managed, as usual, to stir up trouble with", "can't afford it. The colony's got less than three hundred able-bodied\n men.\"", "\"And then a bunch of 'em hit Swazey's farm here,\" Potter said. \"Killed\n two of his cattle, and pulled back.\"", "hadn't run into before. Fact is, one of the boys shot one, thinkin' it\n was fair game. I guess that was the start of it.\" He stirred the fire,\n added a stick.", "bit of activity for you. We've ordered out our heavier equipment and a\n few trained skirmishers and soon we'll be able to give you an adequate\n show. Or so I hope.\"", "some kind of pint-sized airships and automatic rifles. We've lost four\n men now and a dozen more in the freezer, waiting for the med ship. We", "\"For the moment, perhaps only a few hundred. There-after ... well,\n I'm sure we can arrange that between us. Personally I would prefer a", "hundred others we haven't touched yet. The Flap-jacks won't get 'em\n while there's a man alive.\"", "\"Dear me! I hadn't realized, of course. Most considerate of you to\n point it out.\" Hoshick clucked in dismay. \"I see that skirmishforms are", "The pilot plunged against the restraint, swung a punch that Retief\n blocked casually. \"Are you nuts?\" the pilot screeched. \"They's plenty\n shootin' goin' on fer me to see it fifty miles out.\"", "\"They's shootin' goin' on down there,\" he said. \"See them white puffs\n over the edge of the desert?\"", "\"They walked right up to my place a couple days after the first time,\"\n Swazey said. \"We were ready for 'em. Peppered 'em good. They cut and\n run.\"", "followed. They crossed two hundred yards of rough country before Potter\n got to his feet, took out a soggy bandana and mopped his face.", "\"Keep your head down. These damn Flap-jacks have got some wicked hand\n weapons. Come on....\" He moved off silently on all fours. Retief", "spaceman or two a year. Instead, I'm zoo-keeper to these confounded\n settlers. And not for one world, mind you, but eight!\" He stared glumly", "\"Hey!\" the settler yelled. \"You're as human as I am!\"\n\n\n \"Maybe I'll look better after a shave,\" said Retief. \"What's the idea\n of shooting at me?\"", "\"We're damn glad you're here, mister,\" said a fat man with two\n revolvers belted across his paunch. \"We can use every hand. We're in", "\"Sit tight,\" he said. \"Don't try to do anything hasty....\" His remarks\n were falling on deaf ears—or no ears at all—but the thumb spoke as\n loudly as words.", "With a swift lunge he seized up the bucket of drinking water, dashed it\n over the fire, threw himself flat. He heard the others hit the dirt a\n split second behind him.", "\"Ah, well, they are after all expendable. But we agree: no atomics.\n Have you tried the ground-gwack eggs? Rather a specialty of my\n Mosaic....\"" ], [ "Retief's left fist shot out, smacked Lemuel's face dead center. He\n stumbled back, blood starting from his nose; the pistol fired into the", "\"He ain't no cousin of mine,\" Lemuel said slowly. He stepped to Retief.\n\n\n \"Who you spyin' for, stranger?\" he rasped.\nRetief got to his feet. \"I think I should explain—\"", "\"Maybe. But I'm talking to suit me. Now, for the last time, put it\n away.\"\n\n\n Lemuel stared at Retief. \"You givin' me orders...?\"", "As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him.\n\n\n They went down together. The stranger gave one short yell, then\n struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist—", "\"If I'd a been a Flap-jack; I'd of et you alive,\" the newcomer said,\n moving into the ring of fire, a tall, broad-faced man in grimy leather.\n He eyed Retief.", "\"Just for a change, I'd like to finish a sentence,\" said Retief. \"And I\n suggest you put your courage back in your pocket before it bites you.\"\n\n\n \"You talk too damned fancy to suit me.\"", "dirt as he dropped it. He caught himself, jumped for Retief ... and met\n a straight right that snapped him onto his back: out cold.", "The pilot plunged against the restraint, swung a punch that Retief\n blocked casually. \"Are you nuts?\" the pilot screeched. \"They's plenty\n shootin' goin' on fer me to see it fifty miles out.\"", "Retief dug in and the Flap-jack writhed, pulled away. Retief held on,\n scrambled to his feet, threw his weight against the alien and fell on", "Retief edged back around the trunk, eased down behind a fallen log.\n A stocky man in grimy leather shirt and shorts appeared, moving\n cautiously, a pistol in his hand.", "\"Sir!\" said Retief sternly. \"You forget yourself. I, Retief of the Red\n Tape Mountain, make an alternate proposal more in keeping with the\n newest sporting principles.\"", "\"No,\" said Retief. \"You wait here. I'm going out alone.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea...?\"", "\"Hey!\" the settler yelled. \"You're as human as I am!\"\n\n\n \"Maybe I'll look better after a shave,\" said Retief. \"What's the idea\n of shooting at me?\"", "With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and\n leaped on the Flap-jack's back ... and felt himself flipped clear by", "take certain action.\" He swung back to face Retief. \"I'm sending you\n in to handle the situation, Retief—under sealed orders.\" He picked", "hoped....\" He broke off, drew a rasping breath. \"I had hoped, Retief,\"\n he said, speaking sadly now, \"to find a new land here where I might", "hay-maker to Hoshick's mid-section. The alien whipped his left fringe\n around in an arc that connected with Retief's jaw, sent him spinning", "\"Later. Sit tight and keep your eyes open.\" Retief took a bearing on a\n treetop faintly visible against the sky and started forward.", "\"Of course,\" Retief said, \"if you'd prefer a more plebeian type of\n contest....\"\n\n\n \"By no means. But perhaps we could rule out tentacle-twisting, just to\n even it.\"", "\"Thanks.\" Retief shoved the pistol in his belt. \"I hope you're wrong.\"\n\n\n \"I'll see they pick you up when the shootin's over—one way or another.\"" ], [ "Retief dug in and the Flap-jack writhed, pulled away. Retief held on,\n scrambled to his feet, threw his weight against the alien and fell on", "With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and\n leaped on the Flap-jack's back ... and felt himself flipped clear by", "The Flap-jack fell still, only its fringes rippling slowly. Retief\n relaxed the pressure of his thumb; the alien gave a tentative jerk; the\n thumb dug in.\n\n\n The alien went limp again, waiting.", "As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him.\n\n\n They went down together. The stranger gave one short yell, then\n struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist—", "Retief rolled aside, then lunged, threw his weight on the flopping\n Flap-jack—a yard square, three inches thick at the center and all", "\"Keep your head down. These damn Flap-jacks have got some wicked hand\n weapons. Come on....\" He moved off silently on all fours. Retief", "The Flap-jack reversed its tactics, went limp. Retief grabbed, felt a\n thumb slip into an orifice—\n\n\n The alien went wild. Retief hung on, dug the thumb in deeper.", "Retief tightened his grip on the alien. He could see a dark shape now,\n looming up almost to his own six-three. It looked like the Flap-jacks\n came in all sizes.", "\"If I'd a been a Flap-jack; I'd of et you alive,\" the newcomer said,\n moving into the ring of fire, a tall, broad-faced man in grimy leather.\n He eyed Retief.", "Retief turned. An immense Flap-jack, hung with crimson trappings,\n rippled at his side. The voice issued from a disk strapped to its back.\n \"You fight well. I think we will find in each other worthy adversaries.\"", "\"Take place, Retief,\" said Hoshick. \"I hope you won't find our rude\n couches uncomfortable.\" Two other large Flap-jacks came into the room,", "A penetrating beam of red light struck Retief in the face, blinked off.\n He got to his feet. The captive Flap-jack rippled its fringe in an\n agitated way. Retief tensed his thumb in the eye-socket.", "The Flap-jack recoiled. Retief held fast, probed deeper, groping with\n the other hand. If the alien were bilaterally symmetrical there would\n be a set of ready made hand-holds....\nThere were.", "Retief relaxed, released his hold and got to his feet, breathing hard.\n Hoshick humped himself over onto his ventral side, lifted and moved", "dirt as he dropped it. He caught himself, jumped for Retief ... and met\n a straight right that snapped him onto his back: out cold.", "\"Avoid it?\" Retief heard a low humming coming from the speaker in the\n silence. \"Well, let us dine,\" the mighty Flap-jack said at last. \"We", "Retief's left fist shot out, smacked Lemuel's face dead center. He\n stumbled back, blood starting from his nose; the pistol fired into the", "onto his back ... and Hoshick's weight struck him.\nRetief twisted, tried to roll. The flat body of the alien blanketed", "Flap-jacks. He sat down and eased the weight of his captive off his\n back, but kept a firm thumb in place. If his analysis of the situation", "Retief's air was running out. He heaved up against the smothering\n weight. Nothing budged.\n\n\n It was like burial under a dump-truck-load of concrete." ], [ "Hoshick rippled his fringes ecstatically. \"Once again you have outdone\n me, Retief,\" he cried. \"This time, in generosity.\"", "\"I'm Retief.\" Hoshick waited expectantly, \"... of the Mountain of Red\n Tape,\" Retief added.", "\"I trust you'll find these dishes palatable,\" said Hoshick. \"Our\n metabolisms are much alike, I believe.\" Retief tried the food. It had a", "\"Delicious,\" said Retief. \"I wonder. Have you considered eliminating\n weapons altogether?\"\nA scratchy sound issued from the disk. \"Pardon my laughter,\" Hoshick\n said, \"but surely you jest?\"", "Hoshick curled his back in attention. \"Retief, you're quite serious?\n You would leave all the fair sand hills to us?\"\n\n\n \"The whole works, Hoshick. I'll take the oases.\"", "\"New?\" cried Hoshick. \"My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm\n enthralled with novel modes. One gets so out of touch. Do elaborate.\"", "\"Hey!\" the settler yelled. \"You're as human as I am!\"\n\n\n \"Maybe I'll look better after a shave,\" said Retief. \"What's the idea\n of shooting at me?\"", "communed silently with Hoshick. \"Pray forgive our lack of translating\n devices,\" he said to Retief. \"Permit me to introduce my colleagues....\"", "hoped....\" He broke off, drew a rasping breath. \"I had hoped, Retief,\"\n he said, speaking sadly now, \"to find a new land here where I might", "With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and\n leaped on the Flap-jack's back ... and felt himself flipped clear by", "\"Sir!\" said Retief sternly. \"You forget yourself. I, Retief of the Red\n Tape Mountain, make an alternate proposal more in keeping with the\n newest sporting principles.\"", "Retief relaxed, released his hold and got to his feet, breathing hard.\n Hoshick humped himself over onto his ventral side, lifted and moved", "\"Take place, Retief,\" said Hoshick. \"I hope you won't find our rude\n couches uncomfortable.\" Two other large Flap-jacks came into the room,", "\"Hold on,\" said Retief. \"I've got to get down. They won't shoot at you.\"", "\"Now we understand each other,\" said Retief. \"Take me to your leader.\"\nTwenty minutes' walk into the desert brought Retief to a low rampart", "Retief's left fist shot out, smacked Lemuel's face dead center. He\n stumbled back, blood starting from his nose; the pistol fired into the", "\"Thanks.\" Retief shoved the pistol in his belt. \"I hope you're wrong.\"\n\n\n \"I'll see they pick you up when the shootin's over—one way or another.\"", "As he passed, Retief rose, leaped the log and tackled him.\n\n\n They went down together. The stranger gave one short yell, then\n struggled in silence. Retief flipped him onto his back, raised a fist—", "\"Ah, yes, of course. Quite equitable. What guarantees do you require?\"\n\n\n \"The word of a gentleman is sufficient.\" Retief released the alien. It\n flopped once, disappeared into the darkness.", "\"My apologies,\" said Retief. \"The—ah—the skirmishform failed to\n recognize that he was dealing with a sportsman.\"" ] ]

[ "According to The Washington Times, ", "The article names how many other presidents who were known to have had affairs while in office?", "What was the difference between Kennedy's situation and Clinton's situation?", "Who was on the list of those who knew about Kennedy's affair?", "How did Kennedy make it much more difficult for Clinton to have an affair while in office?", "Why did Kennedy not give much credence to anyone finding out about his indiscretions?", "According to this article, is there any way for a president to have an affair without anyone knowing about it? Why or why not?", "How does Camp David come into play if the President wants to \"entertain\" someone, not his wife?", "The most \"foolproof\" plan for the President to carry on an affair is" ]

[ [ "No president before Clinton had an affair while in the White house.", "The Secret Service is more of an \"in name only\" title, and there was no way they could keep an eye on Clinton all the time, so they probably knew nothing of the affair.", "There are no fewer than five possible explanations of how Clinton had an affair without the world finding out faster than it did.", "It would be almost impossible for Clinton to have had an affair without the Secret Service knowing." ], [ "1", "0", "3", "2" ], [ "Kennedy didn't seem to care who knew he was sleeping around.", "Kennedy was faithful throughout his marriage.", "Kennedy was much more discrete than Clinton.", "Clinton followed Kennedy's example exactly, so there were no real differences." ], [ "The Secret Service members were the only ones who knew what was going on.", "His wife and mistress were the only two who knew about the affair.", "He did not have an affair.", "His aids, secretary, drivers, guards, Secret Service, the domestic staff, and many friends and family members of both parties." ], [ "He didn't, as he was a faithful man.", "He was so well known for his affairs that a committee was employed simply to keep an eye on all President's personal lives after he left office.", "Kennedy did not want to think of other presidents having affairs while in office, so he created a protocol for the White House staff to follow from then on.", "After his death, the number of Secret Service agents multiplied exponentially, meaning that the President was virtually never alone." ], [ "He had none to worry about.", "Everyone feared him, so they did not say anything about anything he did.", "The media was not interested in things like that when Kennedy was in office.", "He trusted the media to not report things like that about him." ], [ "No, the President is actually video recorded 24/7 for safety issues.", "Yes, they are not watched every second of every day. They have to figure out the window of opportunity and use it.", "No, there is no way that NO ONE will know, but they can keep the number small if they plan things just right.", "Yes, all they have to do is keep their mouth shut." ], [ "He has to invite his trusted friends and staffers for a getaway, not invite his wife, and ensure that the lady friend is on the guest list. ", "It is not suggested, as there are too many ways his wife and the media can find out about what is going on.", "He must place faith in the fact that his wife will be occupied in a different area of Camp David when he is scheduled to meet with his lady friend.", "He has the Navy and Marines to protect shield him from his wife." ], [ "Make sure that he pays off anyone who is involved or sees any indiscretions.", "Simply have an affair and forget about the coverup.", "Get his wife's permission, and the rest does not matter.", "To have a conjoining room with an aid, have the woman go to the aid's room, then come through the conjoining door. When the evening is over, she goes back the way she came." ] ]

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[ "What is NOT one of the reasons Manet wanted to be alone?", "What did Manet do at his job?", "What did Manet find in the desert?", "What did Manet ask for from the trader?", "Why does the trader not get any requests for returns?", "How did Manet feel about his last creation?", "Who did Manet like the best?", "Why did Manet lock the two people in the small room?" ]

[ [ "To be able to practice poor hygiene", "To see how long it would take to go mad", "To compare peace and war", "To feel bored" ], [ "Take measurements of the stars, moons, and Earth", "Control the atmosphere seeder station", "Control the gimcrack", "Nothing" ], [ "Nothing, he was hallucinating", "A businessman in a spaceship", "A cabin with a fireplace", "A spaceship sent by the government" ], [ "A companion", "Whiskey", "Nothing", "A credit card" ], [ "He charges a lot for his wares", "His merchandise is so pleasing", "People don't know how much the items cost", "He only visits each place one time" ], [ "He was upset the man was a friend", "He was happy the man was an antagonist", "He was upset the man was an antagonist", "He was happy the man was a friend" ], [ "Trader Tom", "Veronica", "Victor", "Ronald" ], [ "They were unintelligent.", "He had gone crazy.", "They would not do as he said.", "They tried to kill him." ] ]

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[ [ "Manet gave in to it. \"I want to be not alone,\" he said.", "In the beginning, he had seen many advantages to being alone. It would\n give him an unprecedented opportunity to once and for all correlate", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "\"That's what I'm trying to tell you,\" Manet said irritably, his social", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "Manet just didn't know when to stop!\nWilliam Manet was alone.", "Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion.\n\n\n She made her return.\n\n\n \"Not now,\" he instructed her.", "\"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?\" Manet demanded. \"I'm going\n to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year,\n forever! Now what do you think about that?\"", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid.", "Manet folded his arms stoically and added: \"Please don't talk.\"\n\n\n She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over\n his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper\n taste of the station out of his mouth in the mornings, talking to\n himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad.", "\"I know.\"\nManet knew it all. He had heard it all before.", "Cheerfulness was a personality trait Manet had thumbed out for him.\n Cheerful. Submissive. Co-operative. Manet had selected these factors in\n order to make Ronald as different a person from himself as possible.", "Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of\n his reflection corkscrewing into the curved walls. He had to walk\n carefully, else the artery would roll up tight and squash him. But he\n walked too carefully for this to happen.", "\"You,\" Manet said to Veronica with a shove in the small of the back,\n \"inside, inside.\"\n\n\n Ronald sidestepped the lurching girl.", "\"I don't believe you,\" Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown\n blunt with disuse. \"What possible profit could your principals turn", "Manet padded on down the hall. He had, he recalled, shoved Ronald\n in there on Lincoln's Birthday, a minor ironic twist he appreciated\n quietly. He had been waiting in vain for Ronald to run down ever since." ], [ "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "\"I know.\"\nManet knew it all. He had heard it all before.", "\"That's what I'm trying to tell you,\" Manet said irritably, his social", "\"I don't believe you,\" Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown\n blunt with disuse. \"What possible profit could your principals turn", "Manet opened the book to the chapter headed:\nThe Making of a Girl\n.", "isolate themselves in a useless job. They got, instead, William Manet\n and his fellows.", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "Manet felt nothing more at this information than an esthetic pleasure\n at the symmetry of the situation.", "Manet gave in to it. \"I want to be not alone,\" he said.", "Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back.\n\n\n Victor was finished. Perfect.", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "\"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?\" Manet demanded. \"I'm going\n to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year,\n forever! Now what do you think about that?\"", "Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper\n taste of the station out of his mouth in the mornings, talking to\n himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad.", "Manet folded his arms stoically and added: \"Please don't talk.\"\n\n\n She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over\n his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid.", "Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of\n his reflection corkscrewing into the curved walls. He had to walk\n carefully, else the artery would roll up tight and squash him. But he\n walked too carefully for this to happen.", "\"Ronald,\" Manet said, \"you are a terrific jerk.\"\n\n\n Ronald leaped up immediately and led with his right.\n\n\n Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross.", "Ronald looked just the same as had when Manet had seen him last. His\n hands didn't seem to have been worn away in the least. Ronald's lips" ], [ "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "By rolling his eyes back in his head, Manet could see over a hedge of\n eyebrows for several hundred flat miles of white sand.\n\n\n And several hundred miles of desert could see him.", "It gave William Manet an opportunity to think he saw a spaceship making\n a tailfirst landing on the table of the desert, its tail burning as\n bright as envy.", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back.\n\n\n Victor was finished. Perfect.", "Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed\n to have been polished clean. \"What do you have to offer?\"", "Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper\n taste of the station out of his mouth in the mornings, talking to\n himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad.", "Manet opened the book to the chapter headed:\nThe Making of a Girl\n.", "Manet gave in to it. \"I want to be not alone,\" he said.", "Manet folded his arms stoically and added: \"Please don't talk.\"\n\n\n She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over\n his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.", "\"I don't believe you,\" Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown\n blunt with disuse. \"What possible profit could your principals turn", "But Trader Tom would not be back. He came this way only once.\n\n\n Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did\n so, the solid piece of the last section parted sheet by sheet.", "Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of\n his reflection corkscrewing into the curved walls. He had to walk\n carefully, else the artery would roll up tight and squash him. But he\n walked too carefully for this to happen.", "Manet's eyes wondered down to heavy water tumbler full of rich, amber\n whiskey full of sparks from the hearth. He stirred himself in the", "So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would\n never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship.", "Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand.\nWhen he looked up from the card, Manet saw the box. Trader Tom was\n pushing it across the floor towards him.", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "Manet felt nothing more at this information than an esthetic pleasure\n at the symmetry of the situation." ], [ "Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed\n to have been polished clean. \"What do you have to offer?\"", "Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand.\nWhen he looked up from the card, Manet saw the box. Trader Tom was\n pushing it across the floor towards him.", "\"And I could buy anything that I wanted with it?\" Manet demanded.\n \"That's absurd. I'd never be able to pay for it.\"", "Manet gave in to it. \"I want to be not alone,\" he said.", "\"You won't be,\" Trader Tom said. \"I won't pass this way again.\"\nManet didn't open the box. He let it fade quietly in the filtered but\n still brilliant sunlight near a transparent wall.", "\"I don't believe you,\" Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown\n blunt with disuse. \"What possible profit could your principals turn", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "\"What's the cost?\" Manet asked. \"Before I accept it, I have to know the\n charges.\"\n\n\n \"You never know the cost. Only your executor knows that. It's the\n Trader Tom plan.\"", "Manet folded his arms stoically and added: \"Please don't talk.\"\n\n\n She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over\n his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "\"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?\" Manet demanded. \"I'm going\n to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year,\n forever! Now what do you think about that?\"", "\"That's what I'm trying to tell you,\" Manet said irritably, his social", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "But Trader Tom would not be back. He came this way only once.\n\n\n Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did\n so, the solid piece of the last section parted sheet by sheet.", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid.", "\"Tie game,\" Manet said.\n\n\n \"Let's talk,\" Ronald said cheerfully. He was always cheerful.", "Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion.\n\n\n She made her return.\n\n\n \"Not now,\" he instructed her.", "Manet stepped forward, lifted the model's left eyelid, tweaked his nose.\n\n\n \"Move!\"" ], [ "\"Well, is it guaranteed?\"\n\n\n \"There are no guarantees,\" Trader Tom admitted. \"But I've never had any\n complaints yet.\"", "\"That's it precisely!\" Trader Tom said with enthusiasm. \"You\nnever\npay for it. Charges are merely deducted from your\nestate\n.\"\n\n\n \"But I may leave no estate!\"", "He wished Trader Tom would return and extract some higher price from\n him for the Modifier, which was clearly missing from the kit.\n\n\n Or to get even more for simply repossessing the kit.", "\"Of course,\" Trader Tom replied, \"I suspected. It is not so unusual,\n you know. Sign here. And here. Two copies. This is yours. Thank you so\n much.\"", "\"You won't be,\" Trader Tom said. \"I won't pass this way again.\"\nManet didn't open the box. He let it fade quietly in the filtered but\n still brilliant sunlight near a transparent wall.", "\"I only meant—but never mind. We give you what you want. As for\n paying for it—why, forget about the payment. You may apply for a\n Trader Tom Credit Card.\"", "The host shrugged. It was the only word for it. \"Whatever place you\n choose it to be, so long as you're with Trader Tom. 'Service,' that's\n my motto. It is a way of life with me.\"", "But Trader Tom would not be back. He came this way only once.\n\n\n Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did\n so, the solid piece of the last section parted sheet by sheet.", "\"Old chap, understand if you please that I do not only\nsell\n. I\n am a trader—Trader Tom. I trade with many parties. There are, for\n example ... extraterrestrials.\"", "\"Ah,\" Trader Tom said, cautionary. He moved nearer the fire and warmed\n his hands and buttocks. \"Ah, but I am not a\ngovernment", "\"What's the cost?\" Manet asked. \"Before I accept it, I have to know the\n charges.\"\n\n\n \"You never know the cost. Only your executor knows that. It's the\n Trader Tom plan.\"", "Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand.\nWhen he looked up from the card, Manet saw the box. Trader Tom was\n pushing it across the floor towards him.", "Trader Tom demonstrated his peculiar shrug. \"All businesses operate on\n a certain margin of risk. That is our worry.\"", "\"It is commercialized,\" Trader Tom admitted with no little chagrin.\n \"It is presented to appeal to a twelve-year-old child, an erotic,", "\"Yes! That's it exactly. It's\nme\nexactly. Trader Tom Service—Serving", "\"On the contrary,\nmon cher\n, the only reality it lacks is political\n reality. The Assembly could no longer justify their disposition of\n the cosmos if it were known they were dealing confiscation without\n representation. Come, tell me what you want.\"", "\"Trader Tom? Service?\"", "\"And I could buy anything that I wanted with it?\" Manet demanded.\n \"That's absurd. I'd never be able to pay for it.\"", "Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed\n to have been polished clean. \"What do you have to offer?\"", "He prowled through the box looking for some kind of a chart. There\n was nothing that looked like a chart inside. He retrieved the lid and" ], [ "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back.\n\n\n Victor was finished. Perfect.", "Manet gave in to it. \"I want to be not alone,\" he said.", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "Manet felt nothing more at this information than an esthetic pleasure\n at the symmetry of the situation.", ". Manet tried to flip past this\n section, but the pages after the sheet labeled\nThe Final Model\nwere", "\"I know.\"\nManet knew it all. He had heard it all before.", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat,", "\"That's what I'm trying to tell you,\" Manet said irritably, his social", "Manet folded his arms stoically and added: \"Please don't talk.\"\n\n\n She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over\n his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of\n his reflection corkscrewing into the curved walls. He had to walk\n carefully, else the artery would roll up tight and squash him. But he\n walked too carefully for this to happen.", "Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed\n to have been polished clean. \"What do you have to offer?\"", "Ronald looked just the same as had when Manet had seen him last. His\n hands didn't seem to have been worn away in the least. Ronald's lips", "As the device twisted as handily as good intentions, Manet realized\n that it was not a flesh-sprayer but the Modifier.\n\n\n \"It's finished!\" were Victor's first words. \"It's done!\"", "Manet scrunched up inside himself in impotent fury.", "Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper\n taste of the station out of his mouth in the mornings, talking to\n himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad.", "\"I don't believe you,\" Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown\n blunt with disuse. \"What possible profit could your principals turn", "\"Ronald,\" Manet said, \"you are a terrific jerk.\"\n\n\n Ronald leaped up immediately and led with his right.\n\n\n Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross." ], [ "Manet gave in to it. \"I want to be not alone,\" he said.", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back.\n\n\n Victor was finished. Perfect.", "Manet felt nothing more at this information than an esthetic pleasure\n at the symmetry of the situation.", "\"Ronald,\" Manet said, \"you are a terrific jerk.\"\n\n\n Ronald leaped up immediately and led with his right.\n\n\n Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross.", "Manet's only consolidation was that Ronald's tastes were lower than his\n own. He patriotically insisted that the American Sabre Jet was superior", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "Manet giggled. \"What? What was that? Do you suggest that I take you\n back after you've been behind a locked door with my best friend?\"\n\n\n He went down the corridor, giggling.", "Manet opened the book to the chapter headed:\nThe Making of a Girl\n.", "\"I know.\"\nManet knew it all. He had heard it all before.", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid.", "\"That's what I'm trying to tell you,\" Manet said irritably, his social", "Manet folded his arms stoically and added: \"Please don't talk.\"\n\n\n She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over\n his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.", "\"Tie game,\" Manet said.\n\n\n \"Let's talk,\" Ronald said cheerfully. He was always cheerful.", "Manet stepped forward, lifted the model's left eyelid, tweaked his nose.\n\n\n \"Move!\"", "Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion.\n\n\n She made her return.\n\n\n \"Not now,\" he instructed her.", "\"Suppose I'm the first?\" Manet suggested reasonably.", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "Cheerfulness was a personality trait Manet had thumbed out for him.\n Cheerful. Submissive. Co-operative. Manet had selected these factors in\n order to make Ronald as different a person from himself as possible.", "All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle\n of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat," ], [ "\"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?\" Manet demanded. \"I'm going\n to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year,\n forever! Now what do you think about that?\"", "Manet giggled. \"What? What was that? Do you suggest that I take you\n back after you've been behind a locked door with my best friend?\"\n\n\n He went down the corridor, giggling.", "Manet folded his arms stoically and added: \"Please don't talk.\"\n\n\n She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over\n his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.", "Manet padded on down the hall. He had, he recalled, shoved Ronald\n in there on Lincoln's Birthday, a minor ironic twist he appreciated\n quietly. He had been waiting in vain for Ronald to run down ever since.", "\"You,\" Manet said to Veronica with a shove in the small of the back,\n \"inside, inside.\"\n\n\n Ronald sidestepped the lurching girl.", "Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk,\n suppressing the urge to go wash his hands, and came at last to the\n conclusion that, after all the delay, he was mad.", "Manet scrunched up inside himself in impotent fury.", "Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand.\nWhen he looked up from the card, Manet saw the box. Trader Tom was\n pushing it across the floor towards him.", "Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid\n dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia.\n Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the", "Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title\n in larger print and slightly amplified:\nThe Making of Friends and\n Others", "Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of\n his reflection corkscrewing into the curved walls. He had to walk\n carefully, else the artery would roll up tight and squash him. But he\n walked too carefully for this to happen.", "Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion.\n\n\n She made her return.\n\n\n \"Not now,\" he instructed her.", "\"I don't believe you,\" Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown\n blunt with disuse. \"What possible profit could your principals turn", "Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in\n a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet\n wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid.", "Manet opened the book to the chapter headed:\nThe Making of a Girl\n.", "\"That's what I'm trying to tell you,\" Manet said irritably, his social", "He lifted his bruised head from the deck and worked his reddened mouth.\n \"Had enough?\" he asked Manet.\n\n\n Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. \"Yes.\"", "Manet stared at the tiny wreck. \"To say the least.\"\n\n\n Victor stepped out of the oblong box. \"There is something you should\n understand. I am different from the others.\"", ".\nVeronica crept up behind Manet and slithered her hands up his back and\n over his shoulders. She leaned forward and breathed a moist warmth into", "Manet stepped forward, lifted the model's left eyelid, tweaked his nose.\n\n\n \"Move!\"" ] ]

[ "What did the captain think was causing the scanning blackout?", "From whose point of view is the story told?", "Why was it his first trip as Captain?", "How did Quade feel about the situation?", "How did Quade compare himself to the captain?", "Which of the following could not be caused by transphasia?", "How did Quade feel about what he said?", "What helped mitigate the effects of the anomaly?", "Why was Nagurski happy to no longer be a captain?" ]

[ [ "Many planetary gravitational fields", "He was uncertain", "The kites being taken out by hostiles", "Transphasia" ], [ "Multiple people", "Nagurski", "Gavin", "Quade" ], [ "He used to be First Officer", "He used to work with gemstones", "He used to be an Ordinary Spaceman", "He used to work as an officer on Earth" ], [ "He was less cautious than others", "He wished he was getting hazard pay", "It was completely unfamiliar to him", "He was more cautious than others" ], [ "He felt vastly inferior", "He felt a little inferior", "He felt superior", "He felt equal" ], [ "Feeling an earthquake", "Smelling the color red", "Hearing the sunlight", "Tasting a cry for help" ], [ "That it was pretty", "That it was ugly", "That it left a bad taste", "That it was incorrect" ], [ "Talking", "Moving around", "The training of the spacemen", "The ship" ], [ "The men didn't trust him", "He was suspicious of everything", "He had only wanted to do it for a few years", "He wanted less stress at work" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Quade,\" I said, \"there's only one way for us to find out which of us\n is right about the cause of our scanning blackout.\"\n\n\n \"We go out and find the reason.\"", "\"But look at that screen, sir,\" Quade said with an emphatic swing of\n his scarred arm. \"I've seen blank scanning like that before and you", "\"Something strange about the trance, Captain,\" Farley said darkly. \"Any\n spaceman can tell you that. Things we don't understand.\"", "\"Just a minute,\" I said. \"There was something strange up ahead. I want\n to see if short-range radar can get through our electrogravitational\n jamming here.\"", "less than the crew—all their lives hung upon it!\nThere was nothing showing on the video screen. That was why we were\n looking at it so analytically.", "\"Can't,\" I told him. \"I can't trust your opinion. I can't trust\nanything\n. That's why I'm Captain.\"\n\n\n \"You'll get over feeling like that.\"", "\"There's only one idea for that,\" said Quade, ducking his long head\n and stepping through the connecting hatch. \"With the Captain's\n permission....\"", "Farley paled. \"Captain, are you implying that\nI\nshould be running\n short on alcohol? Where do you get off suggesting a thing like that?\"", "\"What else can we do, Captain?\" Nagurski asked puzzledly.\n\n\n \"You've said that the spaceship is our only protection from\n transphasia. Is that it?\"", "\"I'm not sure I do want to find out what that was just now. I didn't\n like the feel of it. But the important thing is for us not to get any\n further from the ship.\"", "The Quartermaster rose with grim deliberation, and hiccuped. \"Better\n get him back to the spaceship fast. I've seen this kind of thing", "\"In departing from standard procedure that we have learned to trust,\n you are risking more than a few men—you risk the whole mission in\n gambling so much of the ship. A captain doesn't take chances like that!\"", "I turned and found Wallace, the personnel man, standing in the hatchway.\n\n\n \"Pardon, Captain, but would you say we also lacked initiative?\"\n\n\n \"I would,\" I answered levelly.", "\"To the best of my judgment, yes. This—condition—didn't begin until\n we got so far away from the spacer—in time or distance. I don't want", "Nagurski. Your trust of these damn-fool spacemen is why you are no\n longer a captain. You can't trust anything out here in space, much less\n human nature. Even I know that much!\"", "\"Captain, take my word for it,\" argued Farley. \"Constant sonic\n feedback inside a spacesuit will set you rocking against the grain.\"\n\n\n \"Devise some regular system of interruptions,\" I suggested.", "Was this the way I was to be treated? Why, this man had deliberately\n insulted me, his captain. I controlled myself, remembering the", "\"Apparently, Quade,\nthis\nthing is going to creep up on us.\"\n\n\n \"Don't sound smug, Captain. It's pitty-pattying behind you too.\"", "\"What do you think he's going to hear out there, Captain? We'd like to\n find one of those beautiful sirens on some planet, believe me, but—\"", "\"Too obvious. This time it might not be a familiar condition of many\n planetary gravitational fields. On this planet, that blank kinescope\n may mean our Big Brother kites were knocked down by hostile natives.\"" ], [ "\"But they did! First, that call of theirs—it wasn't to lead us into\n danger, but to warn us of the cliff, the freezing wind. They saw we", "\"I didn't.\" His dark, round face was bland. \"Bruce picked me. Followed\n me home one night in Chicago Port. The dog or the man who picks his own\n master is the most content.\"", "\"Take a good look around, boys,\" I said. \"What do you see?\"\n\n\n \"Quail,\" Nagurski replied. \"That's what I see.\"", "The men followed the First Officer's example, and the rope tying them\n to him. I went along cheerfully myself, until an enormous rump struck", "expansively. He was rubbing the well-worn ears of our beagle mascot,\n Bruce. A heavy tail thudded on the steel deck from time to time.", "\"I believe you,\" I said quickly. \"Let's leave it at that. I don't know\n what he will hear; what's worrying me is\nhow", "\"We have three miles of cable. As long as you can feel, taste, see,\n smell or hear that rope anchoring you to home, you aren't lost.\"", "before. Not only your thinking is slipshod, you've grown careless about\n everything else, even your own life.\"", "\"He\nis\na good man,\" Nagurski said. \"You mustn't be jealous of his\n status.\"\n\n\n The dog growled. He must have sensed what I almost did to Nagurski.", "He punched up his pillow and settled back. \"I guess so. But when I\n think of all the ways I nearly got myself killed out there.... How far\n have you got in the tractors?\"", "\"Then you can have it. I'm going to try keeping my eyes open and\n staying alive.\"\n\n\n There was no reply.", "I leaned forward, elbows on knees. \"Let me tell\nyou\na thing,", "The slope fell away sharply in front of us, becoming a deep gorge.\n There was something broken and twisted at the bottom, something we had\n known for an instant as a streak of spice.", "\"You,\" I said carefully, \"have been in space a\nlong\ntime. Look again.\"\n\n\n \"I see our old buddy, Quail.\"", "Quade was delirious and we were drunk. He got away from us and jogged\n toward the herd.\n\n\n \"Let's give him a hand!\" Farley shouted. \"We'll take us a specimen!\"", "\"Well, I've learned one thing from all of this,\" Quade said. \"I've been\n a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on", "I collapsed into the swivel in front of the chart table. \"First off,\n let's hear what you know about—never mind, make it dogs.\"\n\n\n \"Take Bruce, for example, then—\"", "A hysterically screaming wind rocked me on my toes. We pushed\n on sluggishly to Quade's side, moving to the tempo of\nPomp and\n Circumstance", "But what else can you do with a wail but\nhear\nit?\n\n\n Quade nodded. \"I've felt this before. It usually hits sooner. Let's\n trace it.\"", "He patted a space helmet paternally. \"You got yourself a self-contained\n environment. The suit's eye looks into yours at the arteries in the" ], [ "Was this the way I was to be treated? Why, this man had deliberately\n insulted me, his captain. I controlled myself, remembering the", "\"Can't,\" I told him. \"I can't trust your opinion. I can't trust\nanything\n. That's why I'm Captain.\"\n\n\n \"You'll get over feeling like that.\"", "I was going after him, that was certain. Not only for humane\n reasons—he was the most important member of the crew. With him around,", "\"I'm not sure I can,\" he answered reluctantly. \"My hazard pay doesn't\n cover exploring with rookies. With all due respect, Captain.\"", "\"Captain Gavin,\" Quade said patiently, \"you must realize that an\n outsider like you, among a crew of skilled spacemen, can never be more\n than a figurehead.\"", "The men followed the First Officer's example, and the rope tying them\n to him. I went along cheerfully myself, until an enormous rump struck", "\"There's only one idea for that,\" said Quade, ducking his long head\n and stepping through the connecting hatch. \"With the Captain's\n permission....\"", "\"He didn't hook on a cable, Captain,\" Wallace said. \"I suppose he\n intended to go beyond the three-mile limit as you demanded.\"", "reins on the men. Just offer them your advice, your guidance. They\n will soon see why the service selected you as captain; they will pick\n you themselves.\"", "\"In departing from standard procedure that we have learned to trust,\n you are risking more than a few men—you risk the whole mission in\n gambling so much of the ship. A captain doesn't take chances like that!\"", "let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted\n him dead, because I resented the crew's resentment of my authority, and\n recognized in him the leader and symbol of this resentment?", "\"Did your crew voluntarily elect you as their leader?\"\n\n\n \"Of course they did, Gav. I'm an old hand at controlling crews.\"", "I thought about that. I was nearly through with my first mission and\n I could speak with experience, even if it was the least amount of\n experience aboard.", "Farley paled. \"Captain, are you implying that\nI\nshould be running\n short on alcohol? Where do you get off suggesting a thing like that?\"", "Nagurski flushed. \"Look here, Captain, you are being too damned\n cautious. There is a way one handles the survey of a planet like this,\n and this isn't the way.\"", "Nagurski. Your trust of these damn-fool spacemen is why you are no\n longer a captain. You can't trust anything out here in space, much less\n human nature. Even I know that much!\"", "\"Then why are you First Officer under me now?\"", "He blinked, then decided to laugh. \"I've been in space a good many\n years. I really wanted to relax a little bit more. Besides, the", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nNow was the captain's chance to prove he knew", "I turned and found Wallace, the personnel man, standing in the hatchway.\n\n\n \"Pardon, Captain, but would you say we also lacked initiative?\"\n\n\n \"I would,\" I answered levelly." ], [ "\"Maybe it's worth it,\" Quade said heavily. \"Now maybe I've learned how\n to stay alive out here. I just hope I don't forget.\"", "\"Yes, sir, I suppose I could,\" Quade said, bitterly aware he had lost\n out somewhere and hoping that it wasn't the start of a trend.", "Quade gave a curt nod.", "The new odor pattern in my head told me Quade was saying something I\n couldn't quite make out.\n\n\n Quade then pulled me in the direction of the nasty little pain.", "Farley lugged Quade over on his back and read his gauges.", "let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted\n him dead, because I resented the crew's resentment of my authority, and\n recognized in him the leader and symbol of this resentment?", "But what else can you do with a wail but\nhear\nit?\n\n\n Quade nodded. \"I've felt this before. It usually hits sooner. Let's\n trace it.\"", "\"Well, I've learned one thing from all of this,\" Quade said. \"I've been\n a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on", "\"Quade,\" I said, \"space isn't as dangerous as all that.\" I clapped him\n on the shoulder fraternally. \"You worry too much!\"", "\"But look at that screen, sir,\" Quade said with an emphatic swing of\n his scarred arm. \"I've seen blank scanning like that before and you", "\"Cool off, Gav,\" Nagurski advised me. \"It's been done before. Anybody\n else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most\n experienced man we have. He knows transphasia. Trust him.\"", "\"Go ahead, Quade, tell him,\" Nagurski invited.", "Quade was delirious and we were drunk. He got away from us and jogged\n toward the herd.\n\n\n \"Let's give him a hand!\" Farley shouted. \"We'll take us a specimen!\"", "Quade was as conversational as ever, though. \"I can't see\n irregularities occurring in a gravitational field. We must have\n compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of", "\"There's only one idea for that,\" said Quade, ducking his long head\n and stepping through the connecting hatch. \"With the Captain's\n permission....\"", "\"Not for an experienced spaceman,\" Quade griped. \"I'm used to\n free-fall.\"\n\n\n But he turned back.", "A hysterically screaming wind rocked me on my toes. We pushed\n on sluggishly to Quade's side, moving to the tempo of\nPomp and\n Circumstance", "\"How far can we run it back?\"\n\n\n Quade shrugged. \"Miles.\"\n\n\n \"How many?\"", "\"There they are!\" Nagurski called. \"Quade's footsteps again, just\n beyond that rocky ridge.\"", "Quade squirmed. \"Yes, sir. One thing, sir—I don't understand how you\n got me away from those aliens.\"" ], [ "\"Captain Gavin,\" Quade said patiently, \"you must realize that an\n outsider like you, among a crew of skilled spacemen, can never be more\n than a figurehead.\"", "us\n, the officers, as their leaders. As far as the\n crew is concerned, Ordinary Spaceman Quade is the best man on this\n ship.\"", "\"There's only one idea for that,\" said Quade, ducking his long head\n and stepping through the connecting hatch. \"With the Captain's\n permission....\"", "let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted\n him dead, because I resented the crew's resentment of my authority, and\n recognized in him the leader and symbol of this resentment?", "\"It's my way. You heard what Quade said. You know it yourself. The men\n have to have something tangible to hang onto out there. One slender", "\"Maybe it's worth it,\" Quade said heavily. \"Now maybe I've learned how\n to stay alive out here. I just hope I don't forget.\"", "\"Yes, sir, I suppose I could,\" Quade said, bitterly aware he had lost\n out somewhere and hoping that it wasn't the start of a trend.", "\"Well, I've learned one thing from all of this,\" Quade said. \"I've been\n a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on", "\"Cool off, Gav,\" Nagurski advised me. \"It's been done before. Anybody\n else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most\n experienced man we have. He knows transphasia. Trust him.\"", "Was this the way I was to be treated? Why, this man had deliberately\n insulted me, his captain. I controlled myself, remembering the", "\"Quade,\" I said, \"space isn't as dangerous as all that.\" I clapped him\n on the shoulder fraternally. \"You worry too much!\"", "\"But look at that screen, sir,\" Quade said with an emphatic swing of\n his scarred arm. \"I've seen blank scanning like that before and you", "yourself, Quade. You've been busted to Ordinary Spaceman for just that\n kind of thinking, for relying on tradition, on things that have worked", "\"The hell it is,\" Quade said grimly. \"It's his deadliest liability.\"\n\n\n \"In that case, I must inform you that I am demoting you to Acting\n Executive Officer.\"", "reins on the men. Just offer them your advice, your guidance. They\n will soon see why the service selected you as captain; they will pick\n you themselves.\"", "Quade was delirious and we were drunk. He got away from us and jogged\n toward the herd.\n\n\n \"Let's give him a hand!\" Farley shouted. \"We'll take us a specimen!\"", "\"Huh?\" Quade gawked. \"But dammit, Captain, you can't do that to me!\n I'll lose hazard pay and be that much further from retirement!\"", "\"Can't,\" I told him. \"I can't trust your opinion. I can't trust\nanything\n. That's why I'm Captain.\"\n\n\n \"You'll get over feeling like that.\"", "\"Apparently, Quade,\nthis\nthing is going to creep up on us.\"\n\n\n \"Don't sound smug, Captain. It's pitty-pattying behind you too.\"", "Quade was as conversational as ever, though. \"I can't see\n irregularities occurring in a gravitational field. We must have\n compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of" ], [ "\"I know what transphasia is,\" I said moderately. \"It means an\n electrogravitational disturbance of incoming sense data, rechanneling", "\"Transphasia, that's what it is,\" Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated with\n a definite thrust of his angular jaw in my direction. \"You can take my\n word on that, Captain Gavin.\"", "\"I don't like this,\" I admitted. \"It's not at all what I expected from\n what you said about transphasia. It must be something else.\"", "\"Is this transphasia?\" I asked in awe.\n\n\n \"It always has been before,\" Quade remarked. \"Ready to swallow your\n words about this being something an old hand wouldn't recognize,\n Captain?\"", "haven't—it's your first trip. This always means transphasia—cortex\n dissolution, motor area feedback, the Aitchell Effect—call it anything\n you like, it's still transphasia.\"", "before with transphasia. His body cooled down because of the screaming\n wind—psychosomatic reaction—and his heating circuits compensated for", "transphasia gets you seeing limburger, turn on the radar and you're\n air-conditioned as an igloo. Nothing short of a cosmic blast can dent\n that hide. You got it made.\"", "Quade was as conversational as ever, though. \"I can't see\n irregularities occurring in a gravitational field. We must have\n compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of", "\"I don't understand it,\" Quade admitted. \"Transphasia hits you a foul\n as soon as you let it into the airlock.\"", "\"You are right,\" I said, \"only transphasia comes right through these\n air-fast joints.\"", "\"There's only one way to wade through transphasia with any\n reliability,\" Quade told me. \"You keep some kind of physical contact", "\"Never mind that for now,\" I said wearily. \"What was your idea for\n getting our exploration parties through this transphasia?\"", "At first sight of the spacer in the distance, transphasia left me with\n only a chocolate-tasting pink after-image on my retina. It was now", "\"I doubt that that is necessary, sir,\" Quade said. \"Experienced\n spacemen are experienced with transphasia. You don't have to worry. In", "\"What else can we do, Captain?\" Nagurski asked puzzledly.\n\n\n \"You've said that the spaceship is our only protection from\n transphasia. Is that it?\"", "I clapped him on the shoulder. \"But, man, you have just been telling\n me all we had to worry about was common transphasia. A man with your\n experience could protect himself and cover even a rookie, under such\n familiar conditions—right?\"", "\"Cool off, Gav,\" Nagurski advised me. \"It's been done before. Anybody\n else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most\n experienced man we have. He knows transphasia. Trust him.\"", "wine helps you appreciate culinary art more. Considering the mixed-up\n sensory data under transphasia, wine may help us to see where we are\n going.\"", "\"What do you know all about, Nagurski? Dogs? Spacemen? Women?\n Transphasia?\"", "it to the wrong receptive areas. Besides the human brain, it also\n effects electronic equipment, like radar and television.\"" ], [ "\"Maybe it's worth it,\" Quade said heavily. \"Now maybe I've learned how\n to stay alive out here. I just hope I don't forget.\"", "\"Yes, sir, I suppose I could,\" Quade said, bitterly aware he had lost\n out somewhere and hoping that it wasn't the start of a trend.", "\"Well, I've learned one thing from all of this,\" Quade said. \"I've been\n a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on", "The new odor pattern in my head told me Quade was saying something I\n couldn't quite make out.\n\n\n Quade then pulled me in the direction of the nasty little pain.", "\"Go ahead, Quade, tell him,\" Nagurski invited.", "Quade gave a curt nod.", "\"Quade,\" I said, \"space isn't as dangerous as all that.\" I clapped him\n on the shoulder fraternally. \"You worry too much!\"", "\"But look at that screen, sir,\" Quade said with an emphatic swing of\n his scarred arm. \"I've seen blank scanning like that before and you", "\"Cool off, Gav,\" Nagurski advised me. \"It's been done before. Anybody\n else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most\n experienced man we have. He knows transphasia. Trust him.\"", "But what else can you do with a wail but\nhear\nit?\n\n\n Quade nodded. \"I've felt this before. It usually hits sooner. Let's\n trace it.\"", "Quade was delirious and we were drunk. He got away from us and jogged\n toward the herd.\n\n\n \"Let's give him a hand!\" Farley shouted. \"We'll take us a specimen!\"", "Quade was as conversational as ever, though. \"I can't see\n irregularities occurring in a gravitational field. We must have\n compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of", "let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted\n him dead, because I resented the crew's resentment of my authority, and\n recognized in him the leader and symbol of this resentment?", "Farley lugged Quade over on his back and read his gauges.", "\"It's my way. You heard what Quade said. You know it yourself. The men\n have to have something tangible to hang onto out there. One slender", "\"There they are!\" Nagurski called. \"Quade's footsteps again, just\n beyond that rocky ridge.\"", "\"There's only one idea for that,\" said Quade, ducking his long head\n and stepping through the connecting hatch. \"With the Captain's\n permission....\"", "\"Of course not. I'll soothe my nerves by counting little shocks of\n lanolin jumping over a loud fence.\"\n\n\n Quade grinned behind his faceplate. \"Good idea.\"", "\"How far can we run it back?\"\n\n\n Quade shrugged. \"Miles.\"\n\n\n \"How many?\"", "\"The hell it is,\" Quade said grimly. \"It's his deadliest liability.\"\n\n\n \"In that case, I must inform you that I am demoting you to Acting\n Executive Officer.\"" ], [ "Quade was as conversational as ever, though. \"I can't see\n irregularities occurring in a gravitational field. We must have\n compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of", "\"To the best of my judgment, yes. This—condition—didn't begin until\n we got so far away from the spacer—in time or distance. I don't want", "\"The aliens were trying to help. They knew something was wrong and they\n were prodding and probing. When the first tractor pulled up and the men\n got out, they seemed to realize our own people could help us easier\n than they could.\"", "He blinked, then decided to laugh. \"I've been in space a good many\n years. I really wanted to relax a little bit more. Besides, the", "\"I'm not sure I do want to find out what that was just now. I didn't\n like the feel of it. But the important thing is for us not to get any\n further from the ship.\"", "\"Just a minute,\" I said. \"There was something strange up ahead. I want\n to see if short-range radar can get through our electrogravitational\n jamming here.\"", "No one but a reckless fool would have gone out alone on a strange\n planet with a terrifying phenomenon, but I'd had enough evidence to see\n that space exploration", "\"I doubt that that is necessary, sir,\" Quade said. \"Experienced\n spacemen are experienced with transphasia. You don't have to worry. In", "The Quartermaster rose with grim deliberation, and hiccuped. \"Better\n get him back to the spaceship fast. I've seen this kind of thing", "\"Transphasia, that's what it is,\" Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated with\n a definite thrust of his angular jaw in my direction. \"You can take my\n word on that, Captain Gavin.\"", "\"Captain, take my word for it,\" argued Farley. \"Constant sonic\n feedback inside a spacesuit will set you rocking against the grain.\"\n\n\n \"Devise some regular system of interruptions,\" I suggested.", "I clapped him on the shoulder. \"But, man, you have just been telling\n me all we had to worry about was common transphasia. A man with your\n experience could protect himself and cover even a rookie, under such\n familiar conditions—right?\"", "\"We have three miles of cable. As long as you can feel, taste, see,\n smell or hear that rope anchoring you to home, you aren't lost.\"", "in our suits. Hoffman suggested that he had once seen an injured\n man walked back inside his suit like a robot, but it was a delicate\n adjustment, controlling power circuits from outside a suit. It was too", "\"You can't get a complete picture, but you can get a good idea of\n what it looks like. We can take off in a reasonable facsimile of a\n spaceship.\"", "\"Complacency! I've seen ten thousand wonders in twenty years of space,\n with a million variations. But the patterns repeat themselves. We learn", "But how would that leave us any better off than Quade?\n\n\n Why was Quade vulnerable in his spacesuit, as I knew from experience he\n would be?", "\"Spaceships have parts as interchangeable as Erector sets. We can\n take apart the tractors and put our ship back together again after we\n complete the survey.\"", "\"Quade,\" I said, \"space isn't as dangerous as all that.\" I clapped him\n on the shoulder fraternally. \"You worry too much!\"", "\"Something strange about the trance, Captain,\" Farley said darkly. \"Any\n spaceman can tell you that. Things we don't understand.\"" ], [ "\"\nI\nhad no trouble when I was a captain,\" Nagurski said. \"Ease the", "Nagurski. Your trust of these damn-fool spacemen is why you are no\n longer a captain. You can't trust anything out here in space, much less\n human nature. Even I know that much!\"", "\"Tell me, did you always feel this way about letting the men select\n their own leader?\"\nNagurski brought out a pipe. He would have a pipe, I decided.", "\"He\nis\na good man,\" Nagurski said. \"You mustn't be jealous of his\n status.\"\n\n\n The dog growled. He must have sensed what I almost did to Nagurski.", "\"Cool off, Gav,\" Nagurski advised me. \"It's been done before. Anybody\n else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most\n experienced man we have. He knows transphasia. Trust him.\"", "Nagurski flushed. \"Look here, Captain, you are being too damned\n cautious. There is a way one handles the survey of a planet like this,\n and this isn't the way.\"", "\"I have never giggled in my life, Nagurski.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. That's what we all thought.\"", "\"Let's let him escape,\" Hoffman suggested on the audio circuit.\n\n\n \"I'd like to,\" Nagurski admitted, \"but the other beasts won't let us\n get past their circle.\"", "\"Sssh, men,\" Nagurski said. \"Leave it to me. I'll surround him.\"", "\"Cannibalizing is dangerous.\" Nagurski put his pipe in his teeth and\n shook his head disapprovingly.", "\"Yes, this is definitely the trail of Quail,\" Nagurski said soberly.\n \"This is serious business. I must ask whoever has been giggling on", "\"What else can we do, Captain?\" Nagurski asked puzzledly.\n\n\n \"You've said that the spaceship is our only protection from\n transphasia. Is that it?\"", "\"That's it exactly, First Officer Nagurski,\" I said sociably. \"If you\n lazy, lax, complacent slobs want to do something in a particular way, I\n know it\nhas\nto be wrong.\"", "\"Take a good look around, boys,\" I said. \"What do you see?\"\n\n\n \"Quail,\" Nagurski replied. \"That's what I see.\"", "\"Can't,\" I told him. \"I can't trust your opinion. I can't trust\nanything\n. That's why I'm Captain.\"\n\n\n \"You'll get over feeling like that.\"", "A moment later, Nagurski added, \"Anyway, I just noticed it was my\n shelf—my, that is, self.\"", "\"Go ahead, Quade, tell him,\" Nagurski invited.", "reins on the men. Just offer them your advice, your guidance. They\n will soon see why the service selected you as captain; they will pick\n you themselves.\"", "Was this the way I was to be treated? Why, this man had deliberately\n insulted me, his captain. I controlled myself, remembering the", "\"Captain Gavin,\" Quade said patiently, \"you must realize that an\n outsider like you, among a crew of skilled spacemen, can never be more\n than a figurehead.\"" ] ]

[ "Was the warden in a dream instead of real life?", "Why was the warden worried about answering Coleman's question?", "What happens after people leave Dreamland?", "What power did the warden not have?", "What did the warden enjoy about his life?", "What happens to people who serve as wardens?", "How did the warden handle the 2 men who wanted back into Dreamland?", "Why did Coleman tell the warden he was in a dream?" ]

[ [ "We never find out ", "Yes, and he never figured it out", "Yes, but he figured that out", "No" ], [ "He was afraid of people in positions of authority", "He had not been at his job very long", "He was worried Coleman would disapprove of his answer", "Coleman was an impressive figure" ], [ "Most of them go crazy", "They never leave", "Some of them think reality is fake", "They all go back to their normal lives well-adjusted" ], [ "Put people into dreams", "Make sentences longer", "Keep innocent people out of incarceration", "Make sentences shorter" ], [ "Taking his pills", "Being challenged", "Being responsible to his supervisors", "Putting people to sleep" ], [ "All of them must serve until they are removed from office", "Some of them retire before they go crazy", "Only some of them find it stressful", "All of them go crazy" ], [ "He kept them both in detention indefinitely", "He only let one go back in", "He put them together to keep each other occupied", "He let both of them go back in" ], [ "He wanted to be in a dream forever", "He wanted to never be put in a dream", "He wanted him to know the truth", "He liked being in dreams for short periods of time" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important.\"\n\n\n \"Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he\n is?\"", "I cleared my throat. \"Unless they go mad and really believe the dream\n they are living. But as you know, sir, the rate of madness among\n Dreamland inmates is only slightly above the norm for the population as\n a whole.\"", "life here was only a Dream such as I fed to my own prisoners. It was\n unbelievably absurd, a queasy little joke of some kind. But I didn't\n deny it.\nIf it", "\"I've always thought,\" I said, \"that it would be a good idea to show\n a prisoner what the modern penal system was all about by giving him a\n Dream in which he dreamed about Dreamland itself.\"", "\"I don't think so. That would constitute a misuse of authority, and\n the next time you turn up before me, I'm going to give you\nlife\nin\n Dreamland.\"", "think your life as the great detective was only a Dream induced by some\n miraculous machine. But, sir, believe me: that life was\nreal\n.\"", "reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with\n reality running around loose.\" He paused, puzzled. \"Hell, I don't", "Preston had been my predecessor. He had lost his hold on reality like\n all the others before him who had served long as warden of Dreamland.", "sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him\n first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland.", "Captain Keller stuck his head in, unannounced. \"Hey, Warden, there's an\n active one out here. He claims that Dreamland compromises His plan for\n the Free Will of the Universe.\"", "The councilman edged forward an inch. \"And you really think Dreamland\n is the most humane confinement possible?\"", "in the real world, but I had thought somehow he wanted to escape to a\n Dream world. Yet he didn't want to be in for life, the way Paulson and\n Horbit did.", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "He could express himself much better in his Dream. He had been Abraham\n Lincoln in his Dream, I saw. He had lived the life right up to the", "\"Tell me, Councilman, what happened to the offer to release me from\n this phony Dream? Now you are talking as if\nthis\nworld was the\nreal\none.\"", "Paulson's eyes rolled slightly back into his head and changed their\n luster. \"Then\nthis\nis the Dream. I've thought—\"\n\n\n \"No!\" I snapped. \"This world is also real.\"", "they know they have relatives and friends outside the dream. They know,\n unless—\"", "I\nam not personally monitoring your Dream. The Committee as\n a whole will decide whether you are capable of returning to the real\n world. Moreover, please don't get carried away. I'm not concerned with", "If it\nwere\ntrue, if I had forgotten that everything that happened was\n only a Dream, and if I admitted it, the councilman would know I was\n mad.", "\"I couldn't have done it, Warden,\" Horbit mumbled drowsily. \"I couldn't\n kill anybody. Unless it was like that other time.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, Eddie,\" I said." ], [ "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions", "\"Warden Walker,\" Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, \"I'm\n shocked.\nI", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the", "\"Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable\n interest,\" Coleman said.", "Coleman smiled benignly. \"Certainly, Warden.\"", "\"You show symptoms of being a habitual criminal, Coleman. I think you\n deserve\nlife\n.\"\n\n\n Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. \"That seems rather\n extreme, Warden.\"", "\"Coleman,\" I said, \"you can get out of here. As warden, I'm granting\n you a five-year probation.\"", "because of your high position, but at the same time you didn't want too\n long a sentence. But I'm doing you no favors. You get no time from me,\n Coleman.\"", "\"Not at all,\" Councilman Coleman asserted. \"According to the facts as\n you know them, I am 'guilty' and must be confined.\"", "reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with\n reality running around loose.\" He paused, puzzled. \"Hell, I don't", "\"Warden,\" Paulson said, \"I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a\n blind beggar the other night.\"\n\n\n \"For his pencils?\" I asked.", "\"But you have to! If you don't, I'll have to go out and establish my\n guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?\"", "\"I should say so,\" Coleman remarked, and got up.\n\n\n I\nhad\nto get more out of him, some proof, some clue beyond the\n preposterous announcement he had made.", "Coleman's eyes didn't frighten me; I focused right on the pupils. \"That\n was a pretty foul trick, Councilman. Did you hope to somehow frighten", "The councilman stood up swiftly, his eyes catching little sparks\n of yellow light. \"I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at", "A tear of frustration spilled out of his left eye with the next twitch.\n \"But Warden, sir, my psychiatrist said that I was unable to cope with", "I tried to coerce you with a gun. That's a crime, Warden—you\nknow\nthat's a crime! I have to be put to sleep!\"", "Paulson tried his insufficient best to smile evilly. \"It wasn't\n conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill", "on you to make you, and\nthat\nmakes him eligible. He couldn't lose,\n Warden. No, sir, he had it made.\"" ], [ "That was a question that made all of us in the Dreamland service\n uneasy. \"No, Councilman, they don't. They know they aren't really", "they know they have relatives and friends outside the dream. They know,\n unless—\"", "I cleared my throat. \"Unless they go mad and really believe the dream\n they are living. But as you know, sir, the rate of madness among\n Dreamland inmates is only slightly above the norm for the population as\n a whole.\"", "The councilman edged forward an inch. \"And you really think Dreamland\n is the most humane confinement possible?\"", "\"I don't think so. That would constitute a misuse of authority, and\n the next time you turn up before me, I'm going to give you\nlife\nin\n Dreamland.\"", "both. In the first place, you are a joy-popper with Dreams—you don't\n want to live out your life in one, but you like a brief Dream every", "Preston had been my predecessor. He had lost his hold on reality like\n all the others before him who had served long as warden of Dreamland.", "\"I've always thought,\" I said, \"that it would be a good idea to show\n a prisoner what the modern penal system was all about by giving him a\n Dream in which he dreamed about Dreamland itself.\"", "A few had quit while they were still ahead and spent the rest of their\n lives recuperating. Our society didn't produce individuals tough enough\n to stand the strain of putting their fellow human beings to sleep for", "anybody. It's just—well, Dreaming isn't so bad. Last time I was Allen\n Pinkerton, the detective. It was exciting. A lot more exciting than the\n kind of life I lead.\"", "He was telling\nme\n, the superintendent of Dreamland, that my own", "\"Tell me,\" Coleman said, crossing his legs, \"what do you think of\n Dreamland in principle?\"", "I\nam not personally monitoring your Dream. The Committee as\n a whole will decide whether you are capable of returning to the real\n world. Moreover, please don't get carried away. I'm not concerned with", "get through the next twenty-four-hour period as you have through\n the foregoing part of your Dream, you will be awakened at this time\n tomorrow. Congratulations!\"", "superintendent of Dreamland. I chewed up my pill to calm me down,\n the one to pep me up, the capsule to strengthen my qualities as a", "\"How did you decide to do this?\" he asked. \"Don't tell me you never\n doubted. We've all doubted since we found out about the machines: which\n was real and which was the Dream? How did you decide to risk this?\"", "The day was starting. If I got through it, giving a good show, I would\n be released from my Dream, he had said smugly.", "only knew that if in his delirium he could gain Dreamland once more, he\n could get back to the hard realities of dealing with the problems of\n Reconstruction.", "Paulson's eyes rolled slightly back into his head and changed their\n luster. \"Then\nthis\nis the Dream. I've thought—\"\n\n\n \"No!\" I snapped. \"This world is also real.\"", "Whenever I had come upon two people talking, and it seemed as if I had\n come upon those same two people talking the same talk before, hadn't I\n wondered for an instant if it couldn't be a Dream, not reality at all?" ], [ "on you to make you, and\nthat\nmakes him eligible. He couldn't lose,\n Warden. No, sir, he had it made.\"", "The councilman stood up swiftly, his eyes catching little sparks\n of yellow light. \"I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at", "\"Warden Walker,\" Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, \"I'm\n shocked.\nI", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions", "\"I couldn't have done it, Warden,\" Horbit mumbled drowsily. \"I couldn't\n kill anybody. Unless it was like that other time.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, Eddie,\" I said.", "His eyes narrowed, both of them, on the next twitch. \"Warden, I can\n always go out and commit another anti-social act.\"", "\"But you have to! If you don't, I'll have to go out and establish my\n guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?\"", "\"Warden,\" Paulson said, \"I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a\n blind beggar the other night.\"\n\n\n \"For his pencils?\" I asked.", "sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him\n first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland.", "I tried to coerce you with a gun. That's a crime, Warden—you\nknow\nthat's a crime! I have to be put to sleep!\"", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the", "Paulson tried his insufficient best to smile evilly. \"It wasn't\n conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill", "reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with\n reality running around loose.\" He paused, puzzled. \"Hell, I don't", "A tear of frustration spilled out of his left eye with the next twitch.\n \"But Warden, sir, my psychiatrist said that I was unable to cope with", "\"I don't think so. That would constitute a misuse of authority, and\n the next time you turn up before me, I'm going to give you\nlife\nin\n Dreamland.\"", "Coleman smiled benignly. \"Certainly, Warden.\"", "Hadn't I thought about it ever since I had been appointed warden and\n transferred from my personnel job at the plant?", "Preston had been my predecessor. He had lost his hold on reality like\n all the others before him who had served long as warden of Dreamland.", "Horbit laughed. \"Your files aren't infallible, Warden.\"" ], [ "Coleman smiled benignly. \"Certainly, Warden.\"", "on you to make you, and\nthat\nmakes him eligible. He couldn't lose,\n Warden. No, sir, he had it made.\"", "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions", "\"Warden Walker,\" Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, \"I'm\n shocked.\nI", "\"Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable\n interest,\" Coleman said.", "\"Warden,\" Paulson said, \"I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a\n blind beggar the other night.\"\n\n\n \"For his pencils?\" I asked.", "\"I couldn't have done it, Warden,\" Horbit mumbled drowsily. \"I couldn't\n kill anybody. Unless it was like that other time.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, Eddie,\" I said.", "His eyes narrowed, both of them, on the next twitch. \"Warden, I can\n always go out and commit another anti-social act.\"", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "life here was only a Dream such as I fed to my own prisoners. It was\n unbelievably absurd, a queasy little joke of some kind. But I didn't\n deny it.\nIf it", "Paulson tried his insufficient best to smile evilly. \"It wasn't\n conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill", "\"You show symptoms of being a habitual criminal, Coleman. I think you\n deserve\nlife\n.\"\n\n\n Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. \"That seems rather\n extreme, Warden.\"", "\"Yes, sir,\" I replied. \"By letting the prisoner project his own\n imagination onto the sense tapes and giving him a limited amount of\n alternatives to a situation, we can observe whether he is conforming to\n society to a larger extent.\"", "The councilman stood up swiftly, his eyes catching little sparks\n of yellow light. \"I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at", "A tear of frustration spilled out of his left eye with the next twitch.\n \"But Warden, sir, my psychiatrist said that I was unable to cope with", "\"But you have to! If you don't, I'll have to go out and establish my\n guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?\"", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the", "I studied his record. There was a chance, just a chance....\n\n\n \"Do you want to wait voluntarily in the detention quarters?\" I asked\n him.\n\n\n He agreed readily enough.", "sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him\n first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland.", "I walked out of my office, slowly and carefully.\nHorbit was sitting in his detention quarters idly flicking through\n a book tape on the Civil War when I found him. The tic in his cheek\n marked time with every new page." ], [ "\"Warden,\" Paulson said, \"I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a\n blind beggar the other night.\"\n\n\n \"For his pencils?\" I asked.", "\"But you have to! If you don't, I'll have to go out and establish my\n guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?\"", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "Preston had been my predecessor. He had lost his hold on reality like\n all the others before him who had served long as warden of Dreamland.", "sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him\n first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland.", "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions", "His eyes narrowed, both of them, on the next twitch. \"Warden, I can\n always go out and commit another anti-social act.\"", "on you to make you, and\nthat\nmakes him eligible. He couldn't lose,\n Warden. No, sir, he had it made.\"", "The councilman stood up swiftly, his eyes catching little sparks\n of yellow light. \"I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at", "\"Why, it's the logical step forward in penal servitude. Man has been\n heading toward this since he first started civilizing himself. After\n all, some criminals", "\"Warden Walker,\" Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, \"I'm\n shocked.\nI", "reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with\n reality running around loose.\" He paused, puzzled. \"Hell, I don't", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the", "I tried to coerce you with a gun. That's a crime, Warden—you\nknow\nthat's a crime! I have to be put to sleep!\"", "\"I couldn't have done it, Warden,\" Horbit mumbled drowsily. \"I couldn't\n kill anybody. Unless it was like that other time.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, Eddie,\" I said.", "\"You show symptoms of being a habitual criminal, Coleman. I think you\n deserve\nlife\n.\"\n\n\n Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. \"That seems rather\n extreme, Warden.\"", "\"Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable\n interest,\" Coleman said.", "\"I'm going to make you go down to the vaults and put me back to sleep,\n Warden.\"", "Paulson tried his insufficient best to smile evilly. \"It wasn't\n conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill", "\"Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important.\"\n\n\n \"Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he\n is?\"" ], [ "sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him\n first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland.", "\"I've always thought,\" I said, \"that it would be a good idea to show\n a prisoner what the modern penal system was all about by giving him a\n Dream in which he dreamed about Dreamland itself.\"", "I cleared my throat. \"Unless they go mad and really believe the dream\n they are living. But as you know, sir, the rate of madness among\n Dreamland inmates is only slightly above the norm for the population as\n a whole.\"", "\"I don't think so. That would constitute a misuse of authority, and\n the next time you turn up before me, I'm going to give you\nlife\nin\n Dreamland.\"", "\"Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important.\"\n\n\n \"Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he\n is?\"", "The councilman edged forward an inch. \"And you really think Dreamland\n is the most humane confinement possible?\"", "Preston had been my predecessor. He had lost his hold on reality like\n all the others before him who had served long as warden of Dreamland.", "Captain Keller stuck his head in, unannounced. \"Hey, Warden, there's an\n active one out here. He claims that Dreamland compromises His plan for\n the Free Will of the Universe.\"", "That was a question that made all of us in the Dreamland service\n uneasy. \"No, Councilman, they don't. They know they aren't really", "\"I couldn't have done it, Warden,\" Horbit mumbled drowsily. \"I couldn't\n kill anybody. Unless it was like that other time.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, Eddie,\" I said.", "It was a pair of fantastic stories that no man in his right mind would\n believe—but that didn't make them invalid to a brace of ex-Sleepers.\n They", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with\n reality running around loose.\" He paused, puzzled. \"Hell, I don't", "\"Warden,\" Paulson said, \"I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a\n blind beggar the other night.\"\n\n\n \"For his pencils?\" I asked.", "His eyes narrowed, both of them, on the next twitch. \"Warden, I can\n always go out and commit another anti-social act.\"", "I leaned intimately across my beautiful oak desk. \"I've thought that\n projecting officials into the Dream and letting them talk with the\n prisoners might be a more effective form of investigation than mere\n observation.\"", "He was telling\nme\n, the superintendent of Dreamland, that my own", "in the real world, but I had thought somehow he wanted to escape to a\n Dream world. Yet he didn't want to be in for life, the way Paulson and\n Horbit did.", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the", "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions" ], [ "Was or was not Coleman telling the truth when he said this life of mine\n was itself only a Dream? If it was, did I want to finish my last day", "Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden.\nSuddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck.\nIf I got\n through the next twenty-four hours.\nThis had to be some kind of test.", "\"I should think so,\" Coleman said emphatically. \"Warden, don't you\n sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions", "\"Warden Walker,\" Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, \"I'm\n shocked.\nI", "\"I've always thought,\" I said, \"that it would be a good idea to show\n a prisoner what the modern penal system was all about by giving him a\n Dream in which he dreamed about Dreamland itself.\"", "\"Tell me,\" Coleman said, crossing his legs, \"what do you think of\n Dreamland in principle?\"", "\"Coleman,\" I said, \"you can get out of here. As warden, I'm granting\n you a five-year probation.\"", "\"Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important.\"\n\n\n \"Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he\n is?\"", "I cleared my throat. \"Unless they go mad and really believe the dream\n they are living. But as you know, sir, the rate of madness among\n Dreamland inmates is only slightly above the norm for the population as\n a whole.\"", "Coleman smiled benignly. \"Certainly, Warden.\"", "life here was only a Dream such as I fed to my own prisoners. It was\n unbelievably absurd, a queasy little joke of some kind. But I didn't\n deny it.\nIf it", "\"I should say so,\" Coleman remarked, and got up.\n\n\n I\nhad\nto get more out of him, some proof, some clue beyond the\n preposterous announcement he had made.", "\"You show symptoms of being a habitual criminal, Coleman. I think you\n deserve\nlife\n.\"\n\n\n Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. \"That seems rather\n extreme, Warden.\"", "\"Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable\n interest,\" Coleman said.", "If it\nwere\ntrue, if I had forgotten that everything that happened was\n only a Dream, and if I admitted it, the councilman would know I was\n mad.", "\"Hey, Warden,\" Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office\n door, \"when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the", "\"Not at all,\" Councilman Coleman asserted. \"According to the facts as\n you know them, I am 'guilty' and must be confined.\"", "Coleman parted his lips, but then the planes of his face shifted into\n another pattern. \"You never believed me.\"", "The councilman edged forward an inch. \"And you really think Dreamland\n is the most humane confinement possible?\"", "I tried to coerce you with a gun. That's a crime, Warden—you\nknow\nthat's a crime! I have to be put to sleep!\"" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Exactly!\" The Being and his Coadjutor understood each other very well\n and were the best of friends. \"Well, how many Gifts would you suggest\n for the test?\"", "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "\"No—at least I question the last. After all, the Great Gifts aren't as\n important, really, as the Big Gifts. Besides....\"", "\"No, Ernie, though you're doing it now,\" she told him, shaking her\n head. \"No, Ernie, your eyes just give a tiny flash of their own about", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "\"But then how ... Ernie, didn't you once tell me the gauge doesn't\n work?\"\n\n\n \"Did I?\"", "money in this white powder? I suppose someone's approached you with a\n proposition, though?\"\nWith considerable difficulty, Ernie convinced his uncle that he had\n \"just heard the story from a friend.\"", "requirements. I'd say he's a suitable recipient for the Gifts.\"", "\"Which as you very well know scores them nothing one way or the other\n on a Galaxy Center test. We're agreed on the nature and the number of\n our Gifts—three Little, two Big, and one Great?\"", "\"Well, I'll tell you then, Ernie, and I've got to admit it's something\n quite out of the ordinary.\nI've", "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "She nodded absently.\nSleep refused even to flirt with Ernie, his mind was full of so many\n things, especially calculations involving the distance between his", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "\"That's true, all right,\" Ernie agreed, trying to remember how well he\n had been soaking his beard lately. Shaving was a good topic for light", "vanishing letters ... \"torque-twisters, translators\" ... a box that\n talked....\nAt that point, simple faith came to Ernie's rescue: in the same\n bathroom, he", "always has, something that sounds like poetic over-enthusiasm if you\n stop to analyze it, a physical impossibility, but that I have to admit\n you, Ernie, actually have. Flashing eyes.\"" ], [ "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "\"Exactly!\" The Being and his Coadjutor understood each other very well\n and were the best of friends. \"Well, how many Gifts would you suggest\n for the test?\"", "\"No, Ernie, though you're doing it now,\" she told him, shaking her\n head. \"No, Ernie, your eyes just give a tiny flash of their own about", "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "always has, something that sounds like poetic over-enthusiasm if you\n stop to analyze it, a physical impossibility, but that I have to admit\n you, Ernie, actually have. Flashing eyes.\"", "\"No—at least I question the last. After all, the Great Gifts aren't as\n important, really, as the Big Gifts. Besides....\"", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "\"Well, I'll tell you then, Ernie, and I've got to admit it's something\n quite out of the ordinary.\nI've", "Ernie couldn't figure out the reason and wasn't at all sure he liked\n it—except for Vivian.", "\"That's true, all right,\" Ernie agreed, trying to remember how well he\n had been soaking his beard lately. Shaving was a good topic for light", "\"But then how ... Ernie, didn't you once tell me the gauge doesn't\n work?\"\n\n\n \"Did I?\"", "\"Who's been getting at you?\" Uncle Fabius demanded sharply, to Ernie's\n surprise and embarrassment. \"That's one of the oldest swindles.", "Meanwhile, besides the problem of the white powder, Ernie was having\n other unsettling experiences, stemming (though of course he didn't", "requirements. I'd say he's a suitable recipient for the Gifts.\"", "It was the day for their monthly drive out to Wheaton to visit Uncle\n Fabius. On the whole, Ernie was glad his sister was in the car when he", "She nodded absently.\nSleep refused even to flirt with Ernie, his mind was full of so many\n things, especially calculations involving the distance between his", "\"Which as you very well know scores them nothing one way or the other\n on a Galaxy Center test. We're agreed on the nature and the number of\n our Gifts—three Little, two Big, and one Great?\"", "Ernie felt light-headed. He decided there was enough water in the gas\n tank, capped it, and momentarily continued to water the lawn.\n\n\n \"Ernie! Come on in and have breakfast!\"" ], [ "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "Meanwhile, besides the problem of the white powder, Ernie was having\n other unsettling experiences, stemming (though of course he didn't", "\"No, Ernie, though you're doing it now,\" she told him, shaking her\n head. \"No, Ernie, your eyes just give a tiny flash of their own about", "Ernie swung the hose around, flipping his thumb over the end to make\n a spray, and nonchalantly began to water the little rectangle of lawn\n between sidewalk and curb.", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "From that moment, the fuel-powder became a trial to Ernie rather than a\n secret glory. He'd wake in the middle of the night doubting that he had", "She nodded absently.\nSleep refused even to flirt with Ernie, his mind was full of so many\n things, especially calculations involving the distance between his", "Ernie couldn't figure out the reason and wasn't at all sure he liked\n it—except for Vivian.", "she said. \"I knew that for some reason you lied to me when—\" The\n motor, starting readily again, cut short her remark and Ernie didn't\n press his small triumph by asking her what she was about to say.", "money in this white powder? I suppose someone's approached you with a\n proposition, though?\"\nWith considerable difficulty, Ernie convinced his uncle that he had\n \"just heard the story from a friend.\"", "\"That's true, all right,\" Ernie agreed, trying to remember how well he\n had been soaking his beard lately. Shaving was a good topic for light", "She was the sort of girl Ernie dreamed about, improperly. Tall, blonde\n and knowing, excitedly curved but armored in a black suit, friendly and", "always has, something that sounds like poetic over-enthusiasm if you\n stop to analyze it, a physical impossibility, but that I have to admit\n you, Ernie, actually have. Flashing eyes.\"", "He had not rejected the Big Gift of Page-at-a-Glance Reading. Not\n quite. But he had dislocated for tonight at least the imposed nervous" ], [ "Ernie felt light-headed. He decided there was enough water in the gas\n tank, capped it, and momentarily continued to water the lawn.\n\n\n \"Ernie! Come on in and have breakfast!\"", "Ernie chose a moment when his sister was out of the room to ask if\n he'd ever heard of a white powder that would turn water into gasoline\n or some usable fuel.", "Ernie swung the hose around, flipping his thumb over the end to make\n a spray, and nonchalantly began to water the little rectangle of lawn\n between sidewalk and curb.", "Of course the car still ran. He even fueled it once again with the\n garden hose, sniffing the nozzle to make sure it hadn't somehow got", "to shock his consciousness and send him hurrying for a few quick shots.\nLike many another car-owning commuter, Ernie found the traffic and\n parking problems a bit too much for comfort and so used the fast", "she said. \"I knew that for some reason you lied to me when—\" The\n motor, starting readily again, cut short her remark and Ernie didn't\n press his small triumph by asking her what she was about to say.", "It was the day for their monthly drive out to Wheaton to visit Uncle\n Fabius. On the whole, Ernie was glad his sister was in the car when he", "dimness and excitement of Saturday morning he'd put the water in some\n other car's gas tank, perhaps Mr. Jones's. He could usually argue such", "He switched on the light. The drop was more than half gone now; the\n part that was left was all seething. And the bathroom was markedly\n warmer.\n\n\n \"Ernie! Are you going to be much longer?\"", "To tell the truth, Ernie wasn't feeling as elated about today's\n fifty-mile drive as he'd imagined he would. Now he thought he could put", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "field on which it depended.\nFor want of a better place, Ernie dropped the rubber tube from the\n bathtub spray into the scrub bucket half full of odorous pink fluid and", "office and by an unhappy coincidence needed some bicarb just then for a\n troubled stomach. Ernie explained on the spur of the moment that he was\n using the box to carry plaster of Paris, which involved him in further", "From that moment, the fuel-powder became a trial to Ernie rather than a\n secret glory. He'd wake in the middle of the night doubting that he had", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "\"That's true, all right,\" Ernie agreed, trying to remember how well he\n had been soaking his beard lately. Shaving was a good topic for light", "Further than that, in the way of engine hygiene, Ernie's strictly\n kitchen mechanics did not go, but he felt that a catalyst used in", "She nodded absently.\nSleep refused even to flirt with Ernie, his mind was full of so many\n things, especially calculations involving the distance between his", "\"No, Ernie, though you're doing it now,\" she told him, shaking her\n head. \"No, Ernie, your eyes just give a tiny flash of their own about" ], [ "His neighbor's gate was open and Mr. Jones stood open-mouthed a few\n feet behind him, all ready for his day's work as streetcar motorman and", "The knock hadn't been loud and his widowed sister's voice was more\n apologetic than peremptory, but he jumped, of course.", "His heart was pounding and his breath was coming fast. That had taken\n real effort. So he was slow in hearing the footsteps behind him.", "He hesitated. At his feet, the garden hose gurgled noisily over the\n curb into the gutter; it had vindicated his midnight estimate, proving", "he heard a window in Mr. Jones's house slam loudly. It unsettled him.\n Coming home the next day, he caught his sister and Mr. Jones consulting", "whipping past, enjoyed a kind of anonymity and privacy more refreshing\n to his spirit than he realized. But now all that had been suddenly\n changed. People had started to talk to him; total strangers struck up", "Nothing happened. After a moment, he slowly withdrew the match,\n shaking it out, and looked. There was nothing to see. He reached out to\n touch the stupid squashed ovoid of water.", "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "Ernie swung the hose around, flipping his thumb over the end to make\n a spray, and nonchalantly began to water the little rectangle of lawn\n between sidewalk and curb.", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "Ouch! He withdrew his fingers much faster than the match, shook them\n more sharply. Something was there, all right. Heat. Heat enough to hurt.", "When he parted from her downtown, pausing a moment to watch her walk\n away with feline majesty, he muttered \"Flashing Eyes!\" with a shrug of", "was a mystery to him. He finally asked her about it in what he hoped\n was a joking way, though she seemed to know a lot more about joking\n than he did.", "stared doubtfully at the uncapped gas tank. The tank had been almost\n empty when he'd last driven his car, he knew, because he'd been waiting", "He had not rejected the Big Gift of Page-at-a-Glance Reading. Not\n quite. But he had dislocated for tonight at least the imposed nervous", "His sister looked at him steadily. He settled his head between his\n shoulders and concentrated on driving. His feeling of excitement was", "just long enough. He looked uneasily up and down the dawning street\n and was relieved to find it still empty. He wished fervently, not for\n the first time this Saturday morning, that he had a garage. Then he", "\"You're joking.\"\n\n\n Vivian frowned a little at that remark, as if she were puzzled herself.", "victim knew was extremely dull. He'd whip it across his throat, putting\n a lot of muscle into the stroke to get through the tangle, and—\nurrk\n!", "\"Well, maybe I am and maybe I'm not,\" she said. \"In any case, don't get\n conceited about your Flashing Eyes, because I'm sure you'll never know\n how to take advantage of them.\"" ], [ "His sister looked at him steadily. He settled his head between his\n shoulders and concentrated on driving. His feeling of excitement was", "She was the sort of girl Ernie dreamed about, improperly. Tall, blonde\n and knowing, excitedly curved but armored in a black suit, friendly and", "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "\"No, Ernie, though you're doing it now,\" she told him, shaking her\n head. \"No, Ernie, your eyes just give a tiny flash of their own about", "motor started right up and began purring powerfully. Ernie's sister\n commented on it favorably.", "It was the day for their monthly drive out to Wheaton to visit Uncle\n Fabius. On the whole, Ernie was glad his sister was in the car when he", "She nodded absently.\nSleep refused even to flirt with Ernie, his mind was full of so many\n things, especially calculations involving the distance between his", "Ernie chose a moment when his sister was out of the room to ask if\n he'd ever heard of a white powder that would turn water into gasoline\n or some usable fuel.", "she said. \"I knew that for some reason you lied to me when—\" The\n motor, starting readily again, cut short her remark and Ernie didn't\n press his small triumph by asking her what she was about to say.", "always has, something that sounds like poetic over-enthusiasm if you\n stop to analyze it, a physical impossibility, but that I have to admit\n you, Ernie, actually have. Flashing eyes.\"", "Ernie couldn't figure out the reason and wasn't at all sure he liked\n it—except for Vivian.", "wholly normal when Ernie's sister returned.", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "She worked in an office too, a fancier one than Ernie's, as he found\n out from their morning conversations. He hadn't got to the point of\n asking her to lunch, but he was prodding himself.", "\"Who's been getting at you?\" Uncle Fabius demanded sharply, to Ernie's\n surprise and embarrassment. \"That's one of the oldest swindles.", "\"Flashing eyes? Me?\"\nShe nodded solemnly. He thought her long straight lips trembled on\n the verge of a grin, but he couldn't be sure.", "Meanwhile, besides the problem of the white powder, Ernie was having\n other unsettling experiences, stemming (though of course he didn't" ], [ "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "Ernie swung the hose around, flipping his thumb over the end to make\n a spray, and nonchalantly began to water the little rectangle of lawn\n between sidewalk and curb.", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "Meanwhile, besides the problem of the white powder, Ernie was having\n other unsettling experiences, stemming (though of course he didn't", "electric train to carry him five times a week to the heart of the city.\n During those brief, swift, crowded trips Ernie, generally looking\n steadily out the window at the brown buildings and black stanchions", "Ernie Meeker—of Chicago, Illinois, U.S. of A., Occident, Terra, Sol,\n Starswarm 37, Rim Sector, Milky Way Galaxy—rubbed his chin and slanted", "She nodded absently.\nSleep refused even to flirt with Ernie, his mind was full of so many\n things, especially calculations involving the distance between his", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "Ernie couldn't figure out the reason and wasn't at all sure he liked\n it—except for Vivian.", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "She was the sort of girl Ernie dreamed about, improperly. Tall, blonde\n and knowing, excitedly curved but armored in a black suit, friendly and", "She worked in an office too, a fancier one than Ernie's, as he found\n out from their morning conversations. He hadn't got to the point of\n asking her to lunch, but he was prodding himself.", "\"No, Ernie, though you're doing it now,\" she told him, shaking her\n head. \"No, Ernie, your eyes just give a tiny flash of their own about", "It was the day for their monthly drive out to Wheaton to visit Uncle\n Fabius. On the whole, Ernie was glad his sister was in the car when he", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "to shock his consciousness and send him hurrying for a few quick shots.\nLike many another car-owning commuter, Ernie found the traffic and\n parking problems a bit too much for comfort and so used the fast", "\"That's true, all right,\" Ernie agreed, trying to remember how well he\n had been soaking his beard lately. Shaving was a good topic for light", "From that moment, the fuel-powder became a trial to Ernie rather than a\n secret glory. He'd wake in the middle of the night doubting that he had" ], [ "closed it with a clap and looked at the wall with frightened eyes.\n Ernie Meeker had discovered, inside the birthday box that was himself,\n the first of the Big Gifts.", "So Ernie Meeker pushed through the little slot beside the mirror and\n heard tinkle faintly down and away the first of the Little Gifts, the", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "From that moment, the fuel-powder became a trial to Ernie rather than a\n secret glory. He'd wake in the middle of the night doubting that he had", "Meanwhile, besides the problem of the white powder, Ernie was having\n other unsettling experiences, stemming (though of course he didn't", "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "electric train to carry him five times a week to the heart of the city.\n During those brief, swift, crowded trips Ernie, generally looking\n steadily out the window at the brown buildings and black stanchions", "To tell the truth, Ernie wasn't feeling as elated about today's\n fifty-mile drive as he'd imagined he would. Now he thought he could put", "Ernie Meeker went home and shaved. Five days—and shaves—later, he\n pushed the first blade, uncomfortably dull now, through the tiny slot\n beside the bathroom mirror. He unwrapped the second blade from the\n packet.", "She nodded absently.\nSleep refused even to flirt with Ernie, his mind was full of so many\n things, especially calculations involving the distance between his", "\"No, Ernie, though you're doing it now,\" she told him, shaking her\n head. \"No, Ernie, your eyes just give a tiny flash of their own about", "Ernie couldn't figure out the reason and wasn't at all sure he liked\n it—except for Vivian.", "always has, something that sounds like poetic over-enthusiasm if you\n stop to analyze it, a physical impossibility, but that I have to admit\n you, Ernie, actually have. Flashing eyes.\"", "to shock his consciousness and send him hurrying for a few quick shots.\nLike many another car-owning commuter, Ernie found the traffic and\n parking problems a bit too much for comfort and so used the fast", "\"That's true, all right,\" Ernie agreed, trying to remember how well he\n had been soaking his beard lately. Shaving was a good topic for light", "He had not rejected the Big Gift of Page-at-a-Glance Reading. Not\n quite. But he had dislocated for tonight at least the imposed nervous", "He switched on the light. The drop was more than half gone now; the\n part that was left was all seething. And the bathroom was markedly\n warmer.\n\n\n \"Ernie! Are you going to be much longer?\"" ], [ "Ernie couldn't figure out the reason and wasn't at all sure he liked\n it—except for Vivian.", "She was the sort of girl Ernie dreamed about, improperly. Tall, blonde\n and knowing, excitedly curved but armored in a black suit, friendly and", "After reading that several times, with suitable mind-checking and\n eye-testing in between, Ernie took up a little of the white powder on\n the end of a nailfile. He had thought of tasting it, but had instantly", "\"No, Ernie, though you're doing it now,\" she told him, shaking her\n head. \"No, Ernie, your eyes just give a tiny flash of their own about", "Mr. Jones voiced no complaint. He backed off several steps, stared\n intently at Ernie, rather palely, it seemed to the latter. Then he", "always has, something that sounds like poetic over-enthusiasm if you\n stop to analyze it, a physical impossibility, but that I have to admit\n you, Ernie, actually have. Flashing eyes.\"", "she said. \"I knew that for some reason you lied to me when—\" The\n motor, starting readily again, cut short her remark and Ernie didn't\n press his small triumph by asking her what she was about to say.", "electric train to carry him five times a week to the heart of the city.\n During those brief, swift, crowded trips Ernie, generally looking\n steadily out the window at the brown buildings and black stanchions", "It was the day for their monthly drive out to Wheaton to visit Uncle\n Fabius. On the whole, Ernie was glad his sister was in the car when he", "He switched on the light. The drop was more than half gone now; the\n part that was left was all seething. And the bathroom was markedly\n warmer.\n\n\n \"Ernie! Are you going to be much longer?\"", "\"Who's been getting at you?\" Uncle Fabius demanded sharply, to Ernie's\n surprise and embarrassment. \"That's one of the oldest swindles.", "Ernie sat down suddenly on the toilet seat. The spoon rattled against\n the porcelain finish of the washbowl as he laid it down. He held the\n box firmly in both hands and studied it.", "She worked in an office too, a fancier one than Ernie's, as he found\n out from their morning conversations. He hadn't got to the point of\n asking her to lunch, but he was prodding himself.", "Ernie Meeker was not a drinking man, then. A pint had stood a week on\n his closet shelf and only been diminished three shots. But now he did a\n good job on the sturdy remainder.", "\"That's true, all right,\" Ernie agreed, trying to remember how well he\n had been soaking his beard lately. Shaving was a good topic for light", "She nodded absently.\nSleep refused even to flirt with Ernie, his mind was full of so many\n things, especially calculations involving the distance between his", "\"Well, I'll tell you then, Ernie, and I've got to admit it's something\n quite out of the ordinary.\nI've", "Ernie blinked. After a moment, he pointed toward the center of the\n counter.\n\n\n \"There they are,\" he said, dropping a coin beside them.", "Ernie felt light-headed. He decided there was enough water in the gas\n tank, capped it, and momentarily continued to water the lawn.\n\n\n \"Ernie! Come on in and have breakfast!\"", "Ernie swung the hose around, flipping his thumb over the end to make\n a spray, and nonchalantly began to water the little rectangle of lawn\n between sidewalk and curb." ] ]

[ "Why did Skkiru think the dilettante had fixed the lots?", "Why did the people of Snaddra need to pretend?", "What did the people of Snaddra know about people from Earth?", "How did they feel about walking on the planet's surface?", "What advantage did Skkiru find to being a beggar?", "What did the people of Snaddra not have?", "Why were the people of Snaddra not dressed for the weather?", "How did Skkiru get shoes when he wasn't allowed to wear them?", "What did the dilettante think about the humans?", "What was Skkiru's hope?" ]

[ [ "the dilettante was jealous of his girlfriend", "the dilettante was regretful", "the dilettante was unintelligent", "the dilettante was egotistical" ], [ "They were a primitive society", "They didn't want to attract attention", "They didn't want their resources stolen", "They wanted to attract attention" ], [ "They had seen pictures and videos of them", "They had just read some about them", "Nothing", "Very little" ], [ "They refused to ever do it", "They considered it uncivilized", "They preferred to be there all the time", "They liked to do it at least once a day" ], [ "The humans gave him money", "He could get close to the humans", "He could get away from Larhgan", "He didn't need shoes" ], [ "Antennae", "Three eyes", "Wings", "Two hearts" ], [ "They had never been outside before", "They wanted the humans to look at them", "They liked being cold", "They could not afford clothes" ], [ "He salvaged them", "He stole them from the spaceship", "He found them on the edge of the field", "He begged them from a human" ], [ "They wanted to colonize Snaddra", "They had antennae", "They were interested in studying advanced civilizations", "They were unable to lie" ], [ "That he could drive away the humans", "That he could win back his girlfriend", "That he could serve Bbulas", "That he could beg enough money to not starve" ] ]

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[ [ "\"As you said,\" Bbulas murmured, contemptuously coiling one antenna at\n Skkiru, \"the lots chose well and if you touch me, Skkiru, we shall have", "It was not one Skkiru himself would have chosen. It was not one, he\n felt, that any reasonable person would have chosen. Nevertheless, the", "\"Now, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this\n before, \"you know that all the ranks and positions were distributed", "Skkiru coiled his antennae at Bbulas, hoping the insult would provoke\n him into an unbecoming whirl, but the Dilettante remained calm. One of", "There was regret on the Dilettante's thin face—an obviously insincere\n regret, the younger man knew, since he was well aware how Bbulas had\n always felt about the girl.", "Either he was stupid, Skkiru thought, or he was lying, in spite of\n Bbulas' asseverations that untruth was unknown to Terrestrials—which", "Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no\n matter how much he tried to comfort himself by thinking at least he", "Skkiru turned to the third person present in the council chamber.\n \"Bbulas, this is your fault! It was all your idea!\"", "in the emotional department. \"One would almost think that the lots had\n some sort of divine intelligence behind them, because you certainly are\n behaving in a beggarly manner!\"", "He was pretty quick on the uptake, Skkiru had to concede. However,\n that was not enough. The man had no genuine organizational ability.", "from a rare tape-and-book dealer on Gambrell, for, Skkiru thought, far\n too high a price. He could have designed them himself just as badly and\n much more cheaply.", "\"I am sorry, Skkiru,\" Bbulas intoned. \"I had fancied you understood.\n This is not a game we are playing, but a new way of life we are", "\"Skkiru!\" the girl exclaimed, rotating gently, for she, like her\n fiance—her erstwhile fiance, that was, for the new regime had caused", "gilded and jeweled, at once seemed to become a part of it. He looked\n pretty damn silly, Skkiru thought, at the same time conscious of his\n own appearance—which was, although picturesque enough to delight", "\"And I have already explained to you, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said, with a\n patience much more infuriating than the girl's anger, \"that I had no", "Money\n, Skkiru said to himself, but he didn't dare contribute this\n piece of information, helpful though it would be.", "The difference between her magnificent garments and his own miserable\n rags had their full impact upon Skkiru at this moment. He saw the gulf", "Bbulas twirled madly in the air. \"You are not supposed to think. Leave\n all the thinking to me!\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Bbulas,\" Skkiru said meekly.", "All the same, Skkiru reflected as he watched the visitors being led off\n to the native hut prepared for them, how ignominious it would be for", "Except the beggar. Beggars went barefoot. Beggars suffered. Bbulas had\n made him beggar purposely, and the lots were a lot of slibwash." ], [ "adopting. A necessary way of life, if we of Snaddra are to keep on\n living at all.\"", "But he didn't dare offer this conclusion aloud; the libel laws of\n Snaddra were very severe. So he had to fall back on a weak, \"And I", "President, had decided, when he and the Parliament had awakened to the\n fact that Snaddra was falling into ruin, was an emergency. So he had,", "The outside was no place for a civilized human being, particularly\n in the wet season or—more properly speaking on Snaddra—the wetter", "\"... and so you are most welcome to Snaddra, men of Earth,\" she was\n saying in her melodious voice. \"Our resources may be small but our", "Only the Earthmen, for the Snaddrath, no matter how much they threw\n themselves into the spirit of their roles, could not be so carried\n away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been", "\"For Snaddra,\" Larhgan said, placing her hand over her anterior heart\n in a gesture which, though devout on Earth—or so the fictapes seemed", "metal-working was the chief industry of Snaddra, this had provided the\n planet automatically with a large lowest caste. Bbulas had taken the\n easy way out.", "It wasn't that Skkiru didn't understand well enough that Snaddra had\n been forced into making such a drastic change in its way of life.", "after considerable soul-searching, called upon Bbulas to plan a method\n of saving Snaddra—and Bbulas, happy to be in the limelight at last,\n had come up with this program.", "The newcomers were indeed humanoid, he saw. Only the peculiarly\n pasty color of their skins and their embarrassing lack of antennae\n distinguished them visibly from the Snaddrath. They were dressed much", "Bbulas Plan had been adopted by a majority vote of the Snaddrath,\n largely because no one had come up with a feasible alternative and,", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nSnaddra had but one choice in its fight\n \nto afford to live belowground—underhandedly", "In the time he'd had in which to plan and carry out a scheme for\n the improvement of Snaddra, surely he could have done better than", "hungry, and remember this isn't for you or for me, but for Snaddra.\"", "as the Snaddrath had been before they had adopted primitive garb.", "individual on Snaddra could afford such schooling, no matter how\n great his personal fortune, because the transportation costs were so\n immense that only a government could afford them. That was the reason", "rice—the only vegetable that would grow on Snaddra, and originally a\n Terran import at that. So food and fiber had to be brought from the", "of birth control on so vulgarly fecund a planet. Snaddra, alas, needed\n no such measures, for its population—like its natural resources—was", "planet, it was not politic for the Earthmen to discover how heavily the\n Snaddrath depended upon imports." ], [ "\"... and so you are most welcome to Snaddra, men of Earth,\" she was\n saying in her melodious voice. \"Our resources may be small but our", "The newcomers were indeed humanoid, he saw. Only the peculiarly\n pasty color of their skins and their embarrassing lack of antennae\n distinguished them visibly from the Snaddrath. They were dressed much", "Only the Earthmen, for the Snaddrath, no matter how much they threw\n themselves into the spirit of their roles, could not be so carried\n away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been", "rice—the only vegetable that would grow on Snaddra, and originally a\n Terran import at that. So food and fiber had to be brought from the", "The outside was no place for a civilized human being, particularly\n in the wet season or—more properly speaking on Snaddra—the wetter", "adopting. A necessary way of life, if we of Snaddra are to keep on\n living at all.\"", "\"For Snaddra,\" Larhgan said, placing her hand over her anterior heart\n in a gesture which, though devout on Earth—or so the fictapes seemed", "\"Look, Raoul,\" the older of the two Earthmen said in Terran—which\n the Snaddrath were not, according to the master plan, supposed to", "metal-working was the chief industry of Snaddra, this had provided the\n planet automatically with a large lowest caste. Bbulas had taken the\n easy way out.", "It wasn't that Skkiru didn't understand well enough that Snaddra had\n been forced into making such a drastic change in its way of life.", "of birth control on so vulgarly fecund a planet. Snaddra, alas, needed\n no such measures, for its population—like its natural resources—was", "planet, it was not politic for the Earthmen to discover how heavily the\n Snaddrath depended upon imports.", "other planets, at fabulous expense, for Snaddra was not on any of\n the direct trade routes and was too unattractive to lure the tourist\n business.", "inspiring, words than the originals had been fitted by Bbulas, just\n in case, by some extremely remote chance, the Terrans had acquired a\n smattering of Snadd somewhere. Since neither party was accustomed to", "to indicate—was obscene on Snaddra, owing to the fact that certain\n essential organs were located in different areas in the Snaddrath than\n in the corresponding Terrestrial life-form. Already the Terrestrial", "individual on Snaddra could afford such schooling, no matter how\n great his personal fortune, because the transportation costs were so\n immense that only a government could afford them. That was the reason", "But he didn't dare offer this conclusion aloud; the libel laws of\n Snaddra were very severe. So he had to fall back on a weak, \"And I", "Bbulas breathed on the spectacles he was wearing, as contact lenses\n were not considered backward enough for the kind of planet Snaddra", "President, had decided, when he and the Parliament had awakened to the\n fact that Snaddra was falling into ruin, was an emergency. So he had,", "expected to represent the cultural ruling race. Of course, he had\n frequently seen pictures of them, but everyone knew how easily those\n could be retouched. Why, it was the Terrestrials themselves, he had" ], [ "the wind and the rain were joyously making their way through the\n demolished wires. Never before had Skkiru been on the surface of the\n planet, except to pass over, and he had actually touched it only when", "but the planet seems to be a veritable sea of mud. Not, of course,\" he\n added hurriedly as Cyril's reproachful eye caught his, \"that it is not", "\"Earth ship in view!\" a squeaky voice called through the intercom.\n \"Everybody topside and don't forget your shoes.\"", "\"Skkiru!\" Bbulas was screaming, as he spun, now that the Terrans were\n out of ear- and eye-shot \"Skkiru, you idiot, listen to me! What are\n those ridiculous things you are wearing on your silly feet?\"", "On Earth, he had heard, where people lived exposed to weather, they\n often sickened of it and passed on—which helped to solve the problem", "\"Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd,\" Skkiru chanted, as the two Terrans\n descended from the ship and plowed their way through the mud to meet a", "Bbulas sniffed. The three of them floated up to ground level in a\n triple silence.", "\"Oh, they were cannibals?\" the other Earthman asked, so respectfully\n that it was easy to deduce he was the subordinate of the two. \"How\n horrible!\"", "The newcomers were indeed humanoid, he saw. Only the peculiarly\n pasty color of their skins and their embarrassing lack of antennae\n distinguished them visibly from the Snaddrath. They were dressed much", "Something definitely had to be done, if it were not to decay\n altogether. And that was where the Planetary Dilettante came in.", "one of the brightest young architects on the planet to have to subsist\n miserably on the dole just because the world had gone aboveground. The\n capital had risen to the surface and the other cities would soon follow", "Bbulas couldn't really object, Skkiru stilled the nagging quiver in\n his toe, because what could be more primitive than any form of land", "As the Earthmen reached the temple, Larhgan now appeared to join Bbulas\n at the head of the long flight of stairs that led to it. Although", "It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the\n whole thing really was. There must be another solution to the planet's", "\"... and that you will carry our affection back to all the peoples of\n the Galaxy.\"\nShe had finished. And now Cyril cleared his throat. \"Dear friends, we", "were honored by your gracious invitation to visit this fair planet, and\n we are honored now by the cordial reception you have given to us.\"", "What resources it once possessed had been depleted and—aside from\n minerals—they had never been very extensive to begin with. All\n life-forms on the planet were on the point of extinction, save fish and", "this planet. However, even under the old system, I was always glad to\n utilize my superior attainments as Official Dilettante for the good of\n all and now—\"", "patriotism to extend to abnormal limits. A man might be willing to die\n for his planet in many ways—but wantonly starving to death as the\n result of a primitive affectation was hardly one of them.", "In fact, the Terrestrials were quite decent-looking life-forms,\n entirely different from the foppish monsters Skkiru had somehow" ], [ "to descend to a subterfuge like this for nothing more than survival.\nBeing a beggar, Skkiru discovered, did give him certain small,\n momentary advantages over those who had been alloted higher ranks.", "Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no\n matter how much he tried to comfort himself by thinking at least he", "What kind of life was that for an active, ambitious young man, standing\n around begging? And, moreover, from whom was Skkiru going to beg?", "as a patriotic citizen, Skkiru would abide by it. He would accept the\n status of beggar; it was his duty to do so. Moreover, as in the case of\n the planet, there was no choice.", "\"Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd,\" chanted Skkiru the beggar.\n His teeth chattered as he spoke, for the rags he wore had been", "life? There was no reason why, within the framework of the primitive\n society Bbulas had created to allure Terran anthropologists, Skkiru\n should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy", "The difference between her magnificent garments and his own miserable\n rags had their full impact upon Skkiru at this moment. He saw the gulf", "\"Now, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this\n before, \"you know that all the ranks and positions were distributed", "thought, that was, but well in keeping with his beggarhood. Beggars\n were often poets, he believed, and poets almost always beggars. Since", "Money\n, Skkiru said to himself, but he didn't dare contribute this\n piece of information, helpful though it would be.", "Bbulas couldn't really object, Skkiru stilled the nagging quiver in\n his toe, because what could be more primitive than any form of land", "It was not one Skkiru himself would have chosen. It was not one, he\n felt, that any reasonable person would have chosen. Nevertheless, the", "Except the beggar. Beggars went barefoot. Beggars suffered. Bbulas had\n made him beggar purposely, and the lots were a lot of slibwash.", "\"And I have already explained to you, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said, with a\n patience much more infuriating than the girl's anger, \"that I had no", "\"I am sorry, Skkiru,\" Bbulas intoned. \"I had fancied you understood.\n This is not a game we are playing, but a new way of life we are", "He was pretty quick on the uptake, Skkiru had to concede. However,\n that was not enough. The man had no genuine organizational ability.", "It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the\n whole thing really was. There must be another solution to the planet's", "gilded and jeweled, at once seemed to become a part of it. He looked\n pretty damn silly, Skkiru thought, at the same time conscious of his\n own appearance—which was, although picturesque enough to delight", "To make sure there would be no subsequent dispute about possession,\n Skkiru ate the candy then and there. Chocolate increased the body's\n resistance to weather, and never before had he had to endure so much\n weather all at once.", "Skkiru swallowed the last of the chocolate and regarded the \"high\n priest\" with a simple-minded mendicant's grin. However, there were" ], [ "The outside was no place for a civilized human being, particularly\n in the wet season or—more properly speaking on Snaddra—the wetter", "\"... and so you are most welcome to Snaddra, men of Earth,\" she was\n saying in her melodious voice. \"Our resources may be small but our", "adopting. A necessary way of life, if we of Snaddra are to keep on\n living at all.\"", "In the time he'd had in which to plan and carry out a scheme for\n the improvement of Snaddra, surely he could have done better than", "It wasn't that Skkiru didn't understand well enough that Snaddra had\n been forced into making such a drastic change in its way of life.", "metal-working was the chief industry of Snaddra, this had provided the\n planet automatically with a large lowest caste. Bbulas had taken the\n easy way out.", "Only the Earthmen, for the Snaddrath, no matter how much they threw\n themselves into the spirit of their roles, could not be so carried\n away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been", "President, had decided, when he and the Parliament had awakened to the\n fact that Snaddra was falling into ruin, was an emergency. So he had,", "rice—the only vegetable that would grow on Snaddra, and originally a\n Terran import at that. So food and fiber had to be brought from the", "But he didn't dare offer this conclusion aloud; the libel laws of\n Snaddra were very severe. So he had to fall back on a weak, \"And I", "The newcomers were indeed humanoid, he saw. Only the peculiarly\n pasty color of their skins and their embarrassing lack of antennae\n distinguished them visibly from the Snaddrath. They were dressed much", "hungry, and remember this isn't for you or for me, but for Snaddra.\"", "other planets, at fabulous expense, for Snaddra was not on any of\n the direct trade routes and was too unattractive to lure the tourist\n business.", "as the Snaddrath had been before they had adopted primitive garb.", "individual on Snaddra could afford such schooling, no matter how\n great his personal fortune, because the transportation costs were so\n immense that only a government could afford them. That was the reason", "Bbulas Plan had been adopted by a majority vote of the Snaddrath,\n largely because no one had come up with a feasible alternative and,", "taking off and landing. The Snaddrath had no means of land transport,\n having previously found it unnecessary—but now both air-cars and\n self-levitation were on the prohibited list as being insufficiently", "of birth control on so vulgarly fecund a planet. Snaddra, alas, needed\n no such measures, for its population—like its natural resources—was", "\"For Snaddra,\" Larhgan said, placing her hand over her anterior heart\n in a gesture which, though devout on Earth—or so the fictapes seemed", "\"A beggar does not associate with the high priestess of Snaddra.\"" ], [ "The outside was no place for a civilized human being, particularly\n in the wet season or—more properly speaking on Snaddra—the wetter", "as the Snaddrath had been before they had adopted primitive garb.", "The newcomers were indeed humanoid, he saw. Only the peculiarly\n pasty color of their skins and their embarrassing lack of antennae\n distinguished them visibly from the Snaddrath. They were dressed much", "\"... and so you are most welcome to Snaddra, men of Earth,\" she was\n saying in her melodious voice. \"Our resources may be small but our", "Only the Earthmen, for the Snaddrath, no matter how much they threw\n themselves into the spirit of their roles, could not be so carried\n away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been", "custom-weatherbeaten for him by the planet's best tailor—now a pariah,\n of course, because Snadd tailors were, naturally, metal-workers—and", "adopting. A necessary way of life, if we of Snaddra are to keep on\n living at all.\"", "President, had decided, when he and the Parliament had awakened to the\n fact that Snaddra was falling into ruin, was an emergency. So he had,", "It wasn't that Skkiru didn't understand well enough that Snaddra had\n been forced into making such a drastic change in its way of life.", "In the time he'd had in which to plan and carry out a scheme for\n the improvement of Snaddra, surely he could have done better than", "hungry, and remember this isn't for you or for me, but for Snaddra.\"", "But he didn't dare offer this conclusion aloud; the libel laws of\n Snaddra were very severe. So he had to fall back on a weak, \"And I", "metal-working was the chief industry of Snaddra, this had provided the\n planet automatically with a large lowest caste. Bbulas had taken the\n easy way out.", "good, either. It gave him a kind of melancholy pleasure to see that the\n privileged ones were likewise trying to repress shivers. Though their\n costumes were rich, they were also scanty, particularly in the case", "snug underskirts Bbulas was wearing beneath his warm gown. They were\n metal, but they were solid. All the garments visible or potentially\n visible were of woven metal, because, although there was cloth on the", "\"For Snaddra,\" Larhgan said, placing her hand over her anterior heart\n in a gesture which, though devout on Earth—or so the fictapes seemed", "\"Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd,\" chanted Skkiru the beggar.\n His teeth chattered as he spoke, for the rags he wore had been", "procession of young Snaddrath dressed in elaborate ceremonial costumes,\n and singing a popular ballad—to which less ribald, as well as less", "Bbulas breathed on the spectacles he was wearing, as contact lenses\n were not considered backward enough for the kind of planet Snaddra", "season. Skkiru's feet were soaked with mud; not that the light sandals\n worn by the members of the procession appeared to be doing them much" ], [ "\"Skkiru!\" Bbulas was screaming, as he spun, now that the Terrans were\n out of ear- and eye-shot \"Skkiru, you idiot, listen to me! What are\n those ridiculous things you are wearing on your silly feet?\"", "season. Skkiru's feet were soaked with mud; not that the light sandals\n worn by the members of the procession appeared to be doing them much", "Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no\n matter how much he tried to comfort himself by thinking at least he", "Except the beggar. Beggars went barefoot. Beggars suffered. Bbulas had\n made him beggar purposely, and the lots were a lot of slibwash.", "To make sure there would be no subsequent dispute about possession,\n Skkiru ate the candy then and there. Chocolate increased the body's\n resistance to weather, and never before had he had to endure so much\n weather all at once.", "\"It is necessary,\" Bbulas replied without turning.\n\n\n \"Pooh,\" Skkiru said. \"Pooh,\npooh\n, POOH!\"", "Bbulas couldn't really object, Skkiru stilled the nagging quiver in\n his toe, because what could be more primitive than any form of land", "\"Hurry up, Skkiru.\"\nBbulas slid the ornate headdress over his antennae, which, already", "Bbulas twirled madly in the air. \"You are not supposed to think. Leave\n all the thinking to me!\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Bbulas,\" Skkiru said meekly.", "The difference between her magnificent garments and his own miserable\n rags had their full impact upon Skkiru at this moment. He saw the gulf", "It was not one Skkiru himself would have chosen. It was not one, he\n felt, that any reasonable person would have chosen. Nevertheless, the", "she said, \"No, Skkiru, I am not joking,\" a tiny pang of doubt and\n apprehension began to quiver in his second smallest left toe.", "\"Now, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this\n before, \"you know that all the ranks and positions were distributed", "gilded and jeweled, at once seemed to become a part of it. He looked\n pretty damn silly, Skkiru thought, at the same time conscious of his\n own appearance—which was, although picturesque enough to delight", "the wind and the rain were joyously making their way through the\n demolished wires. Never before had Skkiru been on the surface of the\n planet, except to pass over, and he had actually touched it only when", "Skkiru had seen her in her priestly apparel before, it had not made\n the emotional impression upon him then that it did now, when, standing", "\"I am sorry, Skkiru,\" Bbulas intoned. \"I had fancied you understood.\n This is not a game we are playing, but a new way of life we are", "\"And I have already explained to you, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said, with a\n patience much more infuriating than the girl's anger, \"that I had no", "Skkiru protruded all of his eyes in innocent surprise. \"Just some\n old pontoons I took from a wrecked air-car once. I have a habit of\n collecting junk and I thought—\"", "Skkiru accepted the candy with suitable—and entirely genuine—murmurs\n of gratitude. Chocolate was found only in the most expensive of the" ], [ "There was regret on the Dilettante's thin face—an obviously insincere\n regret, the younger man knew, since he was well aware how Bbulas had\n always felt about the girl.", "Something definitely had to be done, if it were not to decay\n altogether. And that was where the Planetary Dilettante came in.", "this planet. However, even under the old system, I was always glad to\n utilize my superior attainments as Official Dilettante for the good of\n all and now—\"", "The Dilettante's official function had always been, in theory, to serve\n the planet when an emergency came—and this, old Luccar, the former", "The traditional office of Planetary Dilettante was a civil-service\n job, awarded by competitive examination whenever it fell vacant to\n the person who scored highest in intelligence, character and general", "\"Oh, they were cannibals?\" the other Earthman asked, so respectfully\n that it was easy to deduce he was the subordinate of the two. \"How\n horrible!\"", "The newcomers were indeed humanoid, he saw. Only the peculiarly\n pasty color of their skins and their embarrassing lack of antennae\n distinguished them visibly from the Snaddrath. They were dressed much", "Skkiru coiled his antennae at Bbulas, hoping the insult would provoke\n him into an unbecoming whirl, but the Dilettante remained calm. One of", "had always seemed highly improbable, anyway. How could any intelligent\n life-form possibly stick to the truth all the time? It wasn't human; it\n wasn't even humanoid; it wasn't even polite.", "\"The natives certainly appear to be human enough,\" Raoul added, with\n an appreciative glance at the females, who had been selected for the", "expected to represent the cultural ruling race. Of course, he had\n frequently seen pictures of them, but everyone knew how easily those\n could be retouched. Why, it was the Terrestrials themselves, he had", "good, either. It gave him a kind of melancholy pleasure to see that the\n privileged ones were likewise trying to repress shivers. Though their\n costumes were rich, they were also scanty, particularly in the case", "\"I've told you a thousand times that our old culture was too much like\n the Terrans' own to be of interest to them,\" he said, with affected", "In fact, the Terrestrials were quite decent-looking life-forms,\n entirely different from the foppish monsters Skkiru had somehow", "Only the Earthmen, for the Snaddrath, no matter how much they threw\n themselves into the spirit of their roles, could not be so carried\n away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been", "\"Skkiru!\" Bbulas was screaming, as he spun, now that the Terrans were\n out of ear- and eye-shot \"Skkiru, you idiot, listen to me! What are\n those ridiculous things you are wearing on your silly feet?\"", "On Earth, he had heard, where people lived exposed to weather, they\n often sickened of it and passed on—which helped to solve the problem", "\"No, not at all,\" the other assured him. \"They weren't human—another\n species entirely—so you could hardly call it cannibalism. In fact, it", "But he didn't dare offer this conclusion aloud; the libel laws of\n Snaddra were very severe. So he had to fall back on a weak, \"And I", "Either he was stupid, Skkiru thought, or he was lying, in spite of\n Bbulas' asseverations that untruth was unknown to Terrestrials—which" ], [ "Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no\n matter how much he tried to comfort himself by thinking at least he", "\"We may never meet on equal terms again, Skkiru,\" she told him, with a\n long, soulful glance that made his hearts sink down to his quivering", "The difference between her magnificent garments and his own miserable\n rags had their full impact upon Skkiru at this moment. He saw the gulf", "It was not one Skkiru himself would have chosen. It was not one, he\n felt, that any reasonable person would have chosen. Nevertheless, the", "\"I am sorry, Skkiru,\" Bbulas intoned. \"I had fancied you understood.\n This is not a game we are playing, but a new way of life we are", "Bbulas gave a sickly smile. Skkiru could almost find it in his hearts\n to feel sorry for the man.", "\"Now, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this\n before, \"you know that all the ranks and positions were distributed", "Money\n, Skkiru said to himself, but he didn't dare contribute this\n piece of information, helpful though it would be.", "as a patriotic citizen, Skkiru would abide by it. He would accept the\n status of beggar; it was his duty to do so. Moreover, as in the case of\n the planet, there was no choice.", "It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the\n whole thing really was. There must be another solution to the planet's", "\"And I have already explained to you, Skkiru,\" Bbulas said, with a\n patience much more infuriating than the girl's anger, \"that I had no", "All three of Larhgan's eyes fuzzed with emotion. \"I'm proud of you,\n Skkiru,\" she said brokenly.", "Bbulas groaned, but Skkiru didn't care about that. The sad, sweet way\n Larhgan shook her beautiful head disturbed him much more, and when", "What kind of life was that for an active, ambitious young man, standing\n around begging? And, moreover, from whom was Skkiru going to beg?", "dwindling rapidly. Still, Skkiru thought, as he moodily munched on the\n chocolate, it would have been better to flicker out on their own than", "All the same, Skkiru reflected as he watched the visitors being led off\n to the native hut prepared for them, how ignominious it would be for", "\"For my part, I wish we'd never started,\" Skkiru grumbled. \"What was\n wrong with our old culture, anyway?\"", "life? There was no reason why, within the framework of the primitive\n society Bbulas had created to allure Terran anthropologists, Skkiru\n should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy", "He was pretty quick on the uptake, Skkiru had to concede. However,\n that was not enough. The man had no genuine organizational ability.", "influence was corrupting her, Skkiru thought mournfully. She had been\n such a nice girl, too." ] ]

[ "Which was not an era of the inaugural addresses?", "What point did Washington make in his address?", "What did the early US population worry about?", "For what purpose did presidents not use their addresses?", "What is true about the addresses?", "Why did the addresses change in style over time?", "When reading the addresses, which is true?", "What is a feeling the author does not state you will feel from reading the addresses?" ]

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[ "Where did Edward grow up?", "Why did Edward decide to tell the truth about his childhood?", "What is true about Edward's writings?", "How does Edward feel about the Arab-Israeli conflict?", "What is a role that Edward does not play?", "What is a theme of Edward's best-known book?", "What is a criticism that has not been said about Edward's best-known book?", "How does the author feel about Edward's books?", "Who disliked Edward's work?", "Why do people like to find out new data about famous people?" ]

[ [ "First Jerusalem, then Lebanon, then Cairo", "First Jerusalem, then Cairo, then the US", "First Cairo, then the US", "First Jerusalem, then the US" ], [ "To create the impression he was Palestinian", "To gain sympathy for living in exile", "To get it out there in his own words before someone else could", "To make a lot of money" ], [ "He often writes about the arts", "He writes solely about the Palestinian cause", "His writing is concise", "He researched his book for 3 years" ], [ "He never criticizes the Palestinians", "He is pro-Arab but still criticizes their shortcomings", "He supports Israel wholeheartedly", "He supports all the Arabs wholeheartedly" ], [ "Activist", "Critic", "Academic", "Politician" ], [ "China will rule the world", "The East looks down on the West", "Our view of the East is skewed", "Palestine should have its own state" ], [ "It was too exhaustively researched", "It was written with political intentions", "It was written from a liberal anti-West perspective", "It was written for egotistical reasons" ], [ "They are not worth reading", "They are enlightening", "They are of too conservative a mind", "They are not well-researched" ], [ "Only liberal scholars", "Some historians", "Only conservative scholars", "Almost everyone liked it" ], [ "It requires a lot of thought", "It makes them feel better about themselves", "It makes them like the people even more", "They are obsessed fans" ] ]

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[ "What kind of life is on the moon in the story?", "How does Chapman feel about being relieved from his duty?", "How many buildings are on the moon?", "What is the relationship like between Dahl and Chapman?", "What is the real reason the characters are stationed on the moon?", "Who was the young boy reluctant to go into space?", "What nations do the astronauts on the moon represent?", "What are the living conditions of the astronauts on the moon?", "How many people live on the moon at any one time?", "What makes Chapman so qualified to train crews on the moon?" ]

[ [ "Water is collected for drinking", "Insects invade the bunkers", "Plants are scientifically sampled", "There is zero life" ], [ "Proud to pass on the duty to such a worthy colleague", "Worried that the younger astronaut will ruin what he accomplished", "Slighted that a younger scientist was offered the role in his place", "Elated to finally be released" ], [ "One", "Two", "None", "Several" ], [ "They were adversaries in university but came to support each other living together on the moon", "Friendly colleagues who went to university together to train for space", "Colleagues, but they are not friends", "They are brothers in-law and Dahl is eager to return to his wife" ], [ "It’s just a stopover on the way to Venus", "Spying on Venus for Earth", "Erecting a telescope", "Running scientific experiments" ], [ "The son of a moon astronaut", "A young physicist ", "Dahl at a younger age", "Chapman at a younger age" ], [ "United Kingdom", "United States", "United States, Russia", "Unknown" ], [ "It’s almost the same at their life on Earth", "They are able to grow food", "They have artificial gravity in their living quarters", "They sleep strapped into vertical beds" ], [ "People are coming and going all the time", "About a dozen", "About half a dozen", "Several dozen" ], [ "His attention to scientific details", "His technical skills and leadership", "His lack of ties back home on Earth", "His mechanical background and military training" ] ]

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[ [ "ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of\n themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "with tin. Life in a cramped, smelly little hut where you could take\n only ten steps in any one direction. Their little scientific home of\n tomorrow with none of the modern conveniences, a charming place where", "Three years on the Moon and they didn't want him to come back.", "Chapman thought a minute. \"I think I miss the sky,\" he said quietly.\n \"The blue sky and the green grass and trees with leaves on them that", "He frowned when he thought of Dixon and slid back the catch on the top\n of the bag and locked it. They should never have sent a kid like Dixon\n to the Moon.", "You're afraid the glamor would wear off and you would get to hate it on\n Venus.\"\nThe very young man nodded miserably. \"I guess that's it.\"", "Chapman sympathized. If he had had any sense, he'd have tried to\n smuggle something like that up to the Moon instead of his phonograph.", "port of the rocket had opened and tiny figures were climbing down the\n ladder. The small figures from the bunker reached them and did a short\n jig of welcome. Then the figures linked arms and started back. Chapman", "He hadn't actually needed to pack, of course. In less than twenty-four\n hours he'd be back on Earth where he could drown himself in toothpaste", "Chapman cut off a single blade with his fingernail and put it between\n his lips. It had been years since he had seen grass and had the luxury", "the Sun were just striking the far rim of the crater and long shadows\n shot across the crater floor. The rest of it was still blanketed in", "about it that he forgot a lot of little things—like how to stay alive.\n The day before the Second group came, he went out to finish some work\n he was interested in. He forgot to check for leaks and whether or not", "He had just locked the bag when he heard the rumble of the airlock and\n the soft hiss of air. Somebody had come back earlier than expected. He" ], [ "\"They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands,\" Chapman\n whispered back.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\"\n\n\n He shrugged. \"No.\"", "And that includes me, Chapman thought. I'm going home. I'm finally\n going home.", "One of the men separated from the group and came over to Chapman. He\n held out his hand and said, \"My name's Eberlein. Captain of the relief\n ship. I understand you're in charge here?\"", "The others chimed in and Chapman grinned. Yesterday or a week ago they\n couldn't have done it. He had been there too long and he had hated it\n too much.", "Chapman felt tired. The good feeling he had about going home was slowly\n evaporating.", "\"I talked to them on the last call,\" Chapman said. \"The relief ship\n left there twelve hours ago. They should get here\"—he looked at his\n watch—\"in about six and a half hours.\"", "\"Well, yes, more or less. Oh, God, Chap, I know you want to go home!\n But I couldn't ask any of the others; you were the only one who could,", "The older man smiled. \"Still the reluctant heroes,\" he said, somewhat\n to himself.\nChapman stared at the radio key.", "Klein held up his hands. \"Look, Chap, I didn't mean you should stay. I\n know how much you hate it and the time you put in up here. It's just—\"", "It still didn't add, not quite. \"You know I don't like it here any more\n than you do,\" Chapman said slowly. \"I may have commitments at home,\n too. What made you think I would change my mind?\"", "He was fumbling it badly, Chapman thought.\n\n\n \"You wanted to trade places with me, didn't you, Bob? You thought I\n might stay for stopover again, in your place?\"", "\"You might say I'm in charge here,\" Chapman said.\n\n\n \"Well, look, Mr. Chapman, is there any place where we can talk together\n privately?\"", "Lord, Chapman thought, I'll be happy when I can see some other faces.\n\n\n \"What'd they want?\" Klein had one eyelid open and a questioning look on\n his face.", "They walked over to one corner of the bunker. \"This is about as private\n as we can get, captain,\" Chapman said. \"What's on your mind?\"", "\"I don't know,\" Chapman said slowly. \"I guess I was trying not to think\n of that. I suppose none of us have. We've been like little kids who", "\"Who's the somebody?\" Donley asked.\n\n\n Chapman grinned. \"Oh, just somebody. What are you going to do, Dick?\"", "Klein had gone out in a last search for rock lichens and Chapman\n enjoyed one of his relatively few moments of privacy. He wandered over", "Chapman thought a minute. \"I think I miss the sky,\" he said quietly.\n \"The blue sky and the green grass and trees with leaves on them that", "The captain noticed the pronoun. \"Well, that's one of the reasons why\n I wanted to talk to you, Chapman. The Commission talked it over and", "\"\nAll\nthey're trying to do,\" Chapman said sarcastically. \"They've got\n a fat chance.\"\n\n\n \"They think you've found a home here,\" Donley said." ], [ "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of\n themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "Three years on the Moon and they didn't want him to come back.", "with tin. Life in a cramped, smelly little hut where you could take\n only ten steps in any one direction. Their little scientific home of\n tomorrow with none of the modern conveniences, a charming place where", "the Sun were just striking the far rim of the crater and long shadows\n shot across the crater floor. The rest of it was still blanketed in", "port of the rocket had opened and tiny figures were climbing down the\n ladder. The small figures from the bunker reached them and did a short\n jig of welcome. Then the figures linked arms and started back. Chapman", "\"No, you should know that. I came as the pilot of the first ship. We\n made the bunker out of parts of the ship so there wasn't anything to", "Chapman thought a minute. \"I think I miss the sky,\" he said quietly.\n \"The blue sky and the green grass and trees with leaves on them that", "\"Oh, yes,\nbig plans\n. They're working on unmanned, open-side rockets", "A hundred yards from the research bunker he could make out the small\n mound of stones and the forlorn homemade cross, jury-rigged out of", "double your salary—maybe even a bonus in addition—and let you have\n full charge. You'd be Director of the Luna Laboratories.\"", "\"Nothing very spectacular,\" Chapman said, smiling. \"I'm going to rent\n a room over Times Square, get a recording of a rikky-tik piano, and", "He frowned when he thought of Dixon and slid back the catch on the top\n of the bag and locked it. They should never have sent a kid like Dixon\n to the Moon.", "\"No,\" Chapman interrupted bluntly. \"I don't. Not at least for ten\n years. The fuel's too expensive and the trip's too hazardous. On" ], [ "the only one who was qualified!\"\nDahl looked as though he was going to be sick. Chapman tried to recall\n all he knew about him. Dahl, Robert. Good mathematician. Graduate from", "Dahl took the plunge. \"Well, you see,\" he started eagerly, too far gone\n to remember such a thing as pride, \"you know my father's pretty well", "Eberlein took out a pack of cigarets. \"Mind if I smoke?\"\n\n\n Chapman jerked a thumb toward Dahl. \"Ask him. He's in charge now.\"", "\"You might say I'm in charge here,\" Chapman said.\n\n\n \"Well, look, Mr. Chapman, is there any place where we can talk together\n privately?\"", "\"Who's the somebody?\" Donley asked.\n\n\n Chapman grinned. \"Oh, just somebody. What are you going to do, Dick?\"", "Klein jerked his thumb toward Dahl's bunk, held a finger to his lips,\n and walked noiselessly over to the small electric stove. It was his day\n for breakfast duty.", "One of the men separated from the group and came over to Chapman. He\n held out his hand and said, \"My name's Eberlein. Captain of the relief\n ship. I understand you're in charge here?\"", "\"\nAll\nthey're trying to do,\" Chapman said sarcastically. \"They've got\n a fat chance.\"\n\n\n \"They think you've found a home here,\" Donley said.", "They walked over to one corner of the bunker. \"This is about as private\n as we can get, captain,\" Chapman said. \"What's on your mind?\"", "\"You wouldn't do it again, though, would you?\"\n\n\n \"No, I wouldn't.\"\n\n\n \"Do you think Dahl will do as good a job as you've done here?\"", "Eberlein found a packing crate and made himself comfortable. He looked\n at Chapman.", "And that includes me, Chapman thought. I'm going home. I'm finally\n going home.", "He felt sorrier for Dahl than he could ever remember having felt for\n anybody. Long after going home, Dahl would remember this.\n\n\n It would eat at him like a cancer.", "\"You did, but I don't think Dahl's the man for it. He's too young, too\n much of a kid. He volunteered because he thought it made him look like", "Dahl. He had gone out to help Dowden on the Schmidt telescope. Maybe\n Dowden hadn't needed any help, with Bening along. Or more likely,\n considering the circumstances, Dahl wasn't much good at helping anybody\n today.", "Williams looked stricken and somebody said, \"Oh, shut up, Dahl.\"", "\"Well, yes, more or less. Oh, God, Chap, I know you want to go home!\n But I couldn't ask any of the others; you were the only one who could,", "The older man smiled. \"Still the reluctant heroes,\" he said, somewhat\n to himself.\nChapman stared at the radio key.", "Chapman and the others crowded around and suddenly Donley leaned over\n and took a deep breath. In the box, covering a thick layer of ordinary", "It hurt to look in Dahl's eyes. They were the eyes of a man who was\n trying desperately to stop what he was about to do, but just couldn't\n help himself." ], [ "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of\n themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "He frowned when he thought of Dixon and slid back the catch on the top\n of the bag and locked it. They should never have sent a kid like Dixon\n to the Moon.", "Three years on the Moon and they didn't want him to come back.", "Klein's face was blank. \"What's your real job here, Chap? Why does\n somebody have to stay for stopover?\"", "The captain didn't bother. He put the pack away. \"You know we have big\n plans for the station,\" he said.\n\n\n \"I hadn't heard of them.\"", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "\"No,\" Chapman interrupted bluntly. \"I don't. Not at least for ten\n years. The fuel's too expensive and the trip's too hazardous. On", "\"No, you should know that. I came as the pilot of the first ship. We\n made the bunker out of parts of the ship so there wasn't anything to", "\"Think we ought to radio the space station and see if they've left\n there yet?\" Klein asked.", "be too late after the relief ship leaves. It'll be easier to give the\n captain your report than try to radio it back to Earth from here.\"", "A nod confirmed this.\nIt was the older man's turn to look thoughtful. \"You know, I'm sure,\n that psychologists and research men agree that research stations should", "You're afraid the glamor would wear off and you would get to hate it on\n Venus.\"\nThe very young man nodded miserably. \"I guess that's it.\"", "\"They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands,\" Chapman\n whispered back.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\"\n\n\n He shrugged. \"No.\"", "port of the rocket had opened and tiny figures were climbing down the\n ladder. The small figures from the bunker reached them and did a short\n jig of welcome. Then the figures linked arms and started back. Chapman" ], [ "You're afraid the glamor would wear off and you would get to hate it on\n Venus.\"\nThe very young man nodded miserably. \"I guess that's it.\"", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "He frowned when he thought of Dixon and slid back the catch on the top\n of the bag and locked it. They should never have sent a kid like Dixon\n to the Moon.", "\"They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands,\" Chapman\n whispered back.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\"\n\n\n He shrugged. \"No.\"", "\"You did, but I don't think Dahl's the man for it. He's too young, too\n much of a kid. He volunteered because he thought it made him look like", "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "\"No,\" Chapman interrupted bluntly. \"I don't. Not at least for ten\n years. The fuel's too expensive and the trip's too hazardous. On", "The older man smiled. \"Still the reluctant heroes,\" he said, somewhat\n to himself.\nChapman stared at the radio key.", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "he saw the ship first. \"Well, whaddya know!\" he shouted. \"We got\n company!\" He dashed for his suit. Dowden and Bening piled after him and\n all three started for the lock.", "be too late after the relief ship leaves. It'll be easier to give the\n captain your report than try to radio it back to Earth from here.\"", "\"I don't think I want to go,\" he blurted. \"I don't think I would care\n to spend two years there.\"\nThe older man blew a smoke ring and watched it drift toward the air", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "He had just locked the bag when he heard the rumble of the airlock and\n the soft hiss of air. Somebody had come back earlier than expected. He", "The Reluctant Heroes\nBy FRANK M. ROBINSON\n\n\n Illustrated by DON SIBLEY\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "Chapman was standing in front of it. \"Check your suits,\" he said\n softly. \"Just be sure to check.\"", "pioneers stay put and scholars do the exploring!\nThe very young man sat on the edge of the sofa and looked nervous. He\n carefully studied his fingernails and ran his hands through his hair", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "only half a mile to the relief rocket, so somebody would probably have\n got to him in time, but.... He bit his lips and got a full tank." ], [ "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of\n themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "port of the rocket had opened and tiny figures were climbing down the\n ladder. The small figures from the bunker reached them and did a short\n jig of welcome. Then the figures linked arms and started back. Chapman", "Three years on the Moon and they didn't want him to come back.", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "He frowned when he thought of Dixon and slid back the catch on the top\n of the bag and locked it. They should never have sent a kid like Dixon\n to the Moon.", "he saw the ship first. \"Well, whaddya know!\" he shouted. \"We got\n company!\" He dashed for his suit. Dowden and Bening piled after him and\n all three started for the lock.", "Chapman sympathized. If he had had any sense, he'd have tried to\n smuggle something like that up to the Moon instead of his phonograph.", "Chapman was standing in front of it. \"Check your suits,\" he said\n softly. \"Just be sure to check.\"", "\"No,\" Chapman interrupted bluntly. \"I don't. Not at least for ten\n years. The fuel's too expensive and the trip's too hazardous. On", "The captain didn't bother. He put the pack away. \"You know we have big\n plans for the station,\" he said.\n\n\n \"I hadn't heard of them.\"", "\"Oh, yes,\nbig plans\n. They're working on unmanned, open-side rockets", "And the time went faster when you kept busy.\nChapman stopped them at the lock. \"Remember to check your suits for\n leaks,\" he warned. \"And check the valves of your oxygen tanks.\"", "\"I talked to them on the last call,\" Chapman said. \"The relief ship\n left there twelve hours ago. They should get here\"—he looked at his\n watch—\"in about six and a half hours.\"", "the bunker, taking off their suits. The newcomers were impressed and\n solemn, very much aware of the tremendous responsibility that rested on\n their shoulders. Like Donley and Klein and the members of the Second" ], [ "ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of\n themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "with tin. Life in a cramped, smelly little hut where you could take\n only ten steps in any one direction. Their little scientific home of\n tomorrow with none of the modern conveniences, a charming place where", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "Three years on the Moon and they didn't want him to come back.", "The captain didn't bother. He put the pack away. \"You know we have big\n plans for the station,\" he said.\n\n\n \"I hadn't heard of them.\"", "Chapman thought a minute. \"I think I miss the sky,\" he said quietly.\n \"The blue sky and the green grass and trees with leaves on them that", "He frowned when he thought of Dixon and slid back the catch on the top\n of the bag and locked it. They should never have sent a kid like Dixon\n to the Moon.", "But he checked his suit for leaks and tested the valve of his tank\n before he left.\nOnly Klein and Chapman were left in the bunker. Klein was at the work\n table, carefully labeling some lichen specimens.", "be too late after the relief ship leaves. It'll be easier to give the\n captain your report than try to radio it back to Earth from here.\"", "And the time went faster when you kept busy.\nChapman stopped them at the lock. \"Remember to check your suits for\n leaks,\" he warned. \"And check the valves of your oxygen tanks.\"", "\"No,\" Chapman interrupted bluntly. \"I don't. Not at least for ten\n years. The fuel's too expensive and the trip's too hazardous. On", "He had just locked the bag when he heard the rumble of the airlock and\n the soft hiss of air. Somebody had come back earlier than expected. He", "\"No, you should know that. I came as the pilot of the first ship. We\n made the bunker out of parts of the ship so there wasn't anything to", "He hadn't actually needed to pack, of course. In less than twenty-four\n hours he'd be back on Earth where he could drown himself in toothpaste" ], [ "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last\n day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members\n of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth.", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of\n themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "He walked silently to the one small, quartz window in the room. It was\n morning—the Moon's \"morning\"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of", "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "Three years on the Moon and they didn't want him to come back.", "port of the rocket had opened and tiny figures were climbing down the\n ladder. The small figures from the bunker reached them and did a short\n jig of welcome. Then the figures linked arms and started back. Chapman", "He frowned when he thought of Dixon and slid back the catch on the top\n of the bag and locked it. They should never have sent a kid like Dixon\n to the Moon.", "with tin. Life in a cramped, smelly little hut where you could take\n only ten steps in any one direction. Their little scientific home of\n tomorrow with none of the modern conveniences, a charming place where", "be staffed by couples. That is, of course, as soon as it's practical.\"\n\"But that might be a long time!\" the very young man protested.", "\"I talked to them on the last call,\" Chapman said. \"The relief ship\n left there twelve hours ago. They should get here\"—he looked at his\n watch—\"in about six and a half hours.\"", "\"No,\" Chapman interrupted bluntly. \"I don't. Not at least for ten\n years. The fuel's too expensive and the trip's too hazardous. On", "He studied his hands. \"I think what I miss most is people—all kinds\n of people. Bad people and good people and fat people and thin people,", "Chapman thought a minute. \"I think I miss the sky,\" he said quietly.\n \"The blue sky and the green grass and trees with leaves on them that", "\"Why the hell don't you guys shut up until morning?\" Dahl was awake,\n looking bitter. \"Some of us still have to stay here, you know. Some of\n us aren't going back today.\"", "But he checked his suit for leaks and tested the valve of his tank\n before he left.\nOnly Klein and Chapman were left in the bunker. Klein was at the work\n table, carefully labeling some lichen specimens.", "He had just locked the bag when he heard the rumble of the airlock and\n the soft hiss of air. Somebody had come back earlier than expected. He" ], [ "\"He died,\" Chapman said. \"He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science.\n Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much", "That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon,\n one mistake could use up your whole quota of chances.", "\"You know, Chap,\" Donley said, \"it won't seem like the same old Moon\n without you on it. Why, we'll look at it when we're out spooning or\n something and it just won't have the same old appeal.\"", "\"Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon.\n They don't know what it's like. All they're trying to do is get a good\n man to stay on the job a while longer.\"", "Chapman was standing in front of it. \"Check your suits,\" he said\n softly. \"Just be sure to check.\"", "One of the men separated from the group and came over to Chapman. He\n held out his hand and said, \"My name's Eberlein. Captain of the relief\n ship. I understand you're in charge here?\"", "And the time went faster when you kept busy.\nChapman stopped them at the lock. \"Remember to check your suits for\n leaks,\" he warned. \"And check the valves of your oxygen tanks.\"", "Chapman sympathized. If he had had any sense, he'd have tried to\n smuggle something like that up to the Moon instead of his phonograph.", "Chapman nodded and shook hands. They hadn't had a captain on the First\n ship. Just a pilot and crew. Eberlein looked every inch a captain, too.", "the only one who was qualified!\"\nDahl looked as though he was going to be sick. Chapman tried to recall\n all he knew about him. Dahl, Robert. Good mathematician. Graduate from", "And that includes me, Chapman thought. I'm going home. I'm finally\n going home.", "The captain noticed the pronoun. \"Well, that's one of the reasons why\n I wanted to talk to you, Chapman. The Commission talked it over and", "ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of\n themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to", "\"You might say I'm in charge here,\" Chapman said.\n\n\n \"Well, look, Mr. Chapman, is there any place where we can talk together\n privately?\"", "Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more.\n Just raise his salary or give him a bonus, the every-man-has-his-price\n idea. They probably thought he liked it there.", "\"They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands,\" Chapman\n whispered back.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\"\n\n\n He shrugged. \"No.\"", "Chapman thought a minute. \"I think I miss the sky,\" he said quietly.\n \"The blue sky and the green grass and trees with leaves on them that", "\"No,\" Chapman interrupted bluntly. \"I don't. Not at least for ten\n years. The fuel's too expensive and the trip's too hazardous. On", "\"Well, yes, more or less. Oh, God, Chap, I know you want to go home!\n But I couldn't ask any of the others; you were the only one who could,", "\"I talked to them on the last call,\" Chapman said. \"The relief ship\n left there twelve hours ago. They should get here\"—he looked at his\n watch—\"in about six and a half hours.\"" ] ]

[ "What are the thread(s) that connect Miss Eagen and Marcia?", "Who is allowed to travel to the Moon?", "What is the significance of the piece’s title?", "What was on the Moon that the passengers were travelling to?", "What best describes Miss Eagen and the Captain’s relationship?", "How might the Captain describe his wife?", "What best describes the relationship between Jack and wife?", "Why do the flight attendants check if the passengers are feeling well?", "Who does Miss Eagen mistake Marcia for when she boards the ship?" ]

[ [ "They are both soon-to-be mothers", "They wish to live on the Moon one day", "They both know Mr.McHenry", "They are accomplices in the plan, and know Mr. McHenry" ], [ "Only government officials", "Friends and family of those who live on the Moon", "The general public", "Only those working on the Moon to further humanity’s reach into the solar system" ], [ "It is a similar attitude to that of Miss Eagen", "It is a comparison of disregard for the law like the Captain had to exercise", "It is a comparison of how humanity approaches space travel", "It is a comparison of one of the characters to a similar act they commit" ], [ "A shopping mall", "A space terminal to go to other planets", "An experimental lab", "A colony" ], [ "They are married and expecting a baby", "Close colleagues that are bound by duty", "Secret lovers that had just been discovered", "Antagonistic colleagues that do what they need to do to work together" ], [ "Duty bound, stern", "Ditzy, irresponsible", "Mission-driven, courageous", "Adventurous, whimsical" ], [ "He is bound by duties that mean he is often away and she is usually unable to join him", "Jack won’t abandon his station on the Moon for his wife", "They both travel often for work, and their relationship has suffered", "She is constantly trying to travel with him, but he is evasive about his plans because they are in a disagreement" ], [ "Those with certain maladies are unable to travel in space without dying", "Feeling ill is an indication of not being emotionally prepared to go into space", "They need to be extra cautious not to transfer viruses from Earth to the Moon", "The passengers have duties to ensure the safe travel of everyone on board, so they must be in top condition" ], [ "A high official needed expedited travel to the Moon", "An accomplice to Marcia’s plan", "Miss Eagen is not fooled about Marcia’s identity", "A stranger Marcia has never met" ] ]

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[ [ "\"You're not—\" Miss Eagen apparently decided to take one thing at a\n time. \"How do you feel?\"\n\n\n \"Scared,\" said Marcia.", "Miss Eagen returned.\n\n\n \"That man was very rude,\" said Marcia.\n\n\n Miss Eagen looked at her coolly. \"I'm sorry,\" she said, obviously not\n meaning sorry at all.", "Miss Eagen was standing by the hospital door, watching her. When Marcia\n turned away without speaking to Jack, Miss Eagen smiled and held out\n her hand.", "There was a stiff silence. Marcia looked up at Miss Eagen. \"It's true,\n you know,\" she said. \"A man grows to love the things he has to defend,\n no matter how he felt about them before.\"", "There was such a long pause that Marcia opened her eyes. Miss Eagen was\n looking at her levelly. She said, \"I'll have to examine you.\"\n\n\n \"I know. Go ahead.\"", "\"He'll be right here,\" said Miss Eagen.\nMarcia sat up slowly, clumsily. Miss Eagen did not offer to help.\n Marcia's hands strayed to her hair, patted it futilely.", "This time Miss Eagen didn't react at all, and Marcia knew that she had\n to speak up. \"No, Jack. I knew weeks ago.\"", "\"Thanks,\" said Miss Eagen flatly. Marcia felt as if she'd been slapped.\n Miss Eagen dried her hands and crossed to an intercom. \"Eagen to\n Captain.\"\n\n\n \"McHenry here.\"", "As Miss Eagen moved to the next seat, Marcia shrank into a small\n huddle, fumbling with the card until it was crammed shapeless into her", "Marcia went to her and took the hand. They went into the hospital. Miss\n Eagen didn't speak; she seemed to be waiting.\n\n\n \"Yes, I know who Jack's spinning the ship for,\" said Marcia.", "In answer Marcia leaned back against the bulkhead and folded her arms.\n Miss Eagen gazed at her for a moment, nodded as if to herself, and", "Marcia bounced resentfully off the cot and stood aside. Petrucelli\n looked at her, cocked an eyebrow, looked at Miss Eagen, and asked,\n \"Jaywalker?\"", "There was a sudden thunder. Over Miss Eagen's shoulder, through the\n port, Marcia saw the stars begin to move. Miss Eagen followed her gaze.", "Marcia wet her lips. \"I asked you a question before,\" she said evenly.\n \"About you and the captain.\"\n\n\n \"You did,\" said Sue Eagen. \"Please don't.\"", "to me,\" and she found Sue Eagen's cool strong hands in hers.\nMarcia. She called me Marcia.\nMore blackness, more pain—but not so much this time; and then a long,", "Jack and Sue Eagen had always had it, and always would have; and now\n Marcia had it too. And with understanding replacing fear, Marcia was", "Miss Eagen (which, her neat lapel button attested, was her name) made\n a penciled frown as lovely as her machined smile. \"Some day,\" she told", "\"Come along,\" said Miss Eagen cheerfully. She put a firm arm around\n Marcia's shoulder. \"Just a touch of space-sickness. This way.", "\"Miss Eagen—\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Mrs. Fos—why, what's the matter?\"", "\"You\nare\n? You—we—\" He turned to Miss Eagen, who nodded once, her\n face wooden. \"Just find it out?\"" ], [ "He'll come up on the Moon obliquely, pass it, stop the spin, turn over\n once to check the speed of the ship, and once again to put the tail", "want to risk not being able to go there in a hurry. So they haven't\n passed legislation to keep physically unfit people off spaceships.\n One of the passengers got aboard the\nElsinore", "He hugged her. After a time he reached down and touched her swelling\n waist. It was like a benediction. \"He'll be born on the Moon,\" he", "She raised herself on her elbow and looked out through the unglazed\n window at the ordered streets of the great Luna Dome. \"The Moon....\n Jack, you did it!\"", "\"\nShe'll\nbe born on the Moon,\" corrected Marcia, \"and her name will be\n Sue, and ... and she'll be almost as good as her father.\"", "Captain McHenry won't be able to maneuver to a landing on the Moon.\n He'll do it exactly right the first time, or not at all.\"", "\"That,\" he said bitterly, \"was human damnfoolishness botching up the\n equations. Too many lobbyists have holdings on the Moon and don't", "spaceship—and nothing could ever stop her now. Not unless she broke\n down completely in front of all these hurrying, Moon-bound passengers,\n in plain sight of the scattered crowd which clustered on the other", "Jack. Or even to the Moon....\nSitting rigid in the tense stillness of a rocket ship that was about\n to leap from Earth, Marcia started as an officer ducked his head into", "\"He can do anything any space skipper has ever done, and more,\"\n said Sue Eagen, and her face glowed. \"But it isn't easy. Right this", "down when the Moon's gravity begins to draw us in. There'll be two\n short periods of free-fall there, but they won't be long enough to", "\"A man comes to love the things he has to fight for.\" And Jack\n fighting—for his ship, for the Moon, for the new-building traditions\n of the great ones who would carry humanity out to the stars.", "of letting the ship fall to the Moon, turning over and approaching\n tail-first with the main jets as brakes, Captain McHenry is going to\n have to start the spin first and go almost the whole way nose-first.", "trajectory, and had to warp her in as best he could, without passing\n the Moon or crashing into it. And of course you're not listening.\"", "\"Those of you who haven't been in a rocket before won't find it much\n different from being in an airplane. At the same time—\" She paused,", "honey! Ships travel to the Moon and back on iron-clad, mathematical\n orbits that are figured before the ship puffs a jet—\"", "calculated to the last ounce—because enough fuel for a Moon flight,\n with hours of fuelless free-fall, and enough fuel for a power spin\n and course corrections while spinning, are two very different things.", "She sighed. \"It's well known—even by you—that the free-fall condition\n has a weird effect on certain people. The human body is in an", "sleeplike ascent into space. Marcia very nearly forgot to breathe. She\n had been prepared for almost anything except this quality of peace and\n awe.", "\"Come along,\" said Miss Eagen cheerfully. She put a firm arm around\n Marcia's shoulder. \"Just a touch of space-sickness. This way." ], [ "Her lips formed his name, but she was silent. She watched him, his\n square, competent hands, his detached and distant face. Through the", "she was falling, falling, and her lungs wanted to split, explode,\n disintegrate, and someone kept saying, \"Hold tight, Marcia; hold tight", "There was a stiff silence. Marcia looked up at Miss Eagen. \"It's true,\n you know,\" she said. \"A man grows to love the things he has to defend,\n no matter how he felt about them before.\"", "But through and through that drugged, relaxed period, Jack and the\n stars, the Moon and Sue Eagen danced and wove. Words slipped in and out\n of it like shreds of melody:", "the pearl-gray plasta-leather of the chair arm. Her eyes, the azure\n of her nails, the azure (so she had been told) of Earth seen from", "\"Does it hurt to know that?\"\n\n\n Marcia looked into the smooth, strong face and said with genuine\n astonishment, \"Hurt? Oh, no! It's so—so big!\"", "her gaze came to the tall sign over the entrance, she hurried it past;\n it was too late to think about that now, the square, shouting type that\n read:\nCAUTION", "Miss Eagen (which, her neat lapel button attested, was her name) made\n a penciled frown as lovely as her machined smile. \"Some day,\" she told", "Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary\n cold that always seeped into the warm house when he talked about space,\n when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than\n ever before.", "alive!\"\nAnd then he'd been sorry he'd shouted, and he sat by her, taking her\n chin in his hand. \"Marcia, Marcia,\" he'd said gently, \"you're so", "\"A man comes to love the things he has to fight for.\" And Jack\n fighting—for his ship, for the Moon, for the new-building traditions\n of the great ones who would carry humanity out to the stars.", "\"Because,\" she said bleakly, \"I learned long ago that a man grows to\n love what he has to fight for.\"", "\"He's started the spin. You'll be all right now.\"\nMarcia could never recall the rest of the details of the trip. There\n was the outboard bulkhead that drew her like a magnet, increasingly,", "outside again and the sky was no longer deep blue, but black. She\n pressed herself up out of the soft chair—it was difficult, because of", "\"\nAll Earth watches me when I work, but with your eyes.\n\"\n\n\n Jack had said that to her once, long ago, when he still loved her.", "until suddenly it wasn't an attracting wall, but normally and naturally\n \"down.\" Then a needle, and another one, and a long period of deep\n drowsiness and unreality.", "It looked the way she felt—flat and pale and devoid of life, with a\n monstrous structure of terror squatting in it. The scene was abruptly", "She sighed. \"It's well known—even by you—that the free-fall condition\n has a weird effect on certain people. The human body is in an", "That\nagain! thought Marcia furiously; and then all emotion left her\n but cold, ravening fear as the rumble heightened. She tried to close", "Now Earth's surface was vague and Sun-splashed. Marcia's sense of loss\n tore at her. She put up her hands, heavily, and pressed the glass as" ], [ "She raised herself on her elbow and looked out through the unglazed\n window at the ordered streets of the great Luna Dome. \"The Moon....\n Jack, you did it!\"", "He hugged her. After a time he reached down and touched her swelling\n waist. It was like a benediction. \"He'll be born on the Moon,\" he", "spaceship—and nothing could ever stop her now. Not unless she broke\n down completely in front of all these hurrying, Moon-bound passengers,\n in plain sight of the scattered crowd which clustered on the other", "He'll come up on the Moon obliquely, pass it, stop the spin, turn over\n once to check the speed of the ship, and once again to put the tail", "\"\nShe'll\nbe born on the Moon,\" corrected Marcia, \"and her name will be\n Sue, and ... and she'll be almost as good as her father.\"", "trajectory, and had to warp her in as best he could, without passing\n the Moon or crashing into it. And of course you're not listening.\"", "Jack. Or even to the Moon....\nSitting rigid in the tense stillness of a rocket ship that was about\n to leap from Earth, Marcia started as an officer ducked his head into", "seats. He ducked back out of sight. From the bulk-heads, the overhead,\n everywhere, came a deep, quiet rumble. Some of the passengers looked", "\"Those of you who haven't been in a rocket before won't find it much\n different from being in an airplane. At the same time—\" She paused,", "\"That,\" he said bitterly, \"was human damnfoolishness botching up the\n equations. Too many lobbyists have holdings on the Moon and don't", "of letting the ship fall to the Moon, turning over and approaching\n tail-first with the main jets as brakes, Captain McHenry is going to\n have to start the spin first and go almost the whole way nose-first.", "There was a sudden thunder. Over Miss Eagen's shoulder, through the\n port, Marcia saw the stars begin to move. Miss Eagen followed her gaze.", "Captain McHenry won't be able to maneuver to a landing on the Moon.\n He'll do it exactly right the first time, or not at all.\"", "want to risk not being able to go there in a hurry. So they haven't\n passed legislation to keep physically unfit people off spaceships.\n One of the passengers got aboard the\nElsinore", "in her had been pleased at the dull flush that rose to his face.\n Everyone knew about the\nElsinore\n, the 500-foot Moon-ferry that almost", "beyond. Marcia realized with crushing suddenness that the ship was\n about to blast off in seconds. She half-rose, then sank back, biting", "forward view-plate she saw a harsh, jagged line, the very edge of the\n Moon's disc. Next to it, and below, was the rear viewer, holding the\n shimmering azure shape of Earth.", "down when the Moon's gravity begins to draw us in. There'll be two\n short periods of free-fall there, but they won't be long enough to", "\"Please hurry, Pet.\" She turned to Marcia. \"I've got to explain to the\n passengers that there won't be any free fall. Most of them are looking\n forward to it.\" She went out.", "Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary\n cold that always seeped into the warm house when he talked about space,\n when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than\n ever before." ], [ "Miss Eagen did not beat around the bush. \"I've been with Captain\n McHenry for three years. I hope to work with him always. I think he's\n the finest in the Service.\"", "\"Thanks,\" said Miss Eagen flatly. Marcia felt as if she'd been slapped.\n Miss Eagen dried her hands and crossed to an intercom. \"Eagen to\n Captain.\"\n\n\n \"McHenry here.\"", "\"Because,\" said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as\n drawn as Jack had, \"I'm supposed to be of service to the passengers at", "There was a stiff silence. Marcia looked up at Miss Eagen. \"It's true,\n you know,\" she said. \"A man grows to love the things he has to defend,\n no matter how he felt about them before.\"", "Marcia wet her lips. \"I asked you a question before,\" she said evenly.\n \"About you and the captain.\"\n\n\n \"You did,\" said Sue Eagen. \"Please don't.\"", "Miss Eagen returned.\n\n\n \"That man was very rude,\" said Marcia.\n\n\n Miss Eagen looked at her coolly. \"I'm sorry,\" she said, obviously not\n meaning sorry at all.", "\"I know him as well as you do.\"\nMiss Eagen's firm lips shut in a thin hard line. \"Do as you like,\" she", "Miss Eagen did, swiftly and thoroughly. \"You're so right,\" she\n breathed. She went to the small sink, stripping off her rubber gloves.", "\"You're not—\" Miss Eagen apparently decided to take one thing at a\n time. \"How do you feel?\"\n\n\n \"Scared,\" said Marcia.", "\"Miss Eagen—\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Mrs. Fos—why, what's the matter?\"", "There was such a long pause that Marcia opened her eyes. Miss Eagen was\n looking at her levelly. She said, \"I'll have to examine you.\"\n\n\n \"I know. Go ahead.\"", "Miss Eagen (which, her neat lapel button attested, was her name) made\n a penciled frown as lovely as her machined smile. \"Some day,\" she told", "Miss Eagen was standing by the hospital door, watching her. When Marcia\n turned away without speaking to Jack, Miss Eagen smiled and held out\n her hand.", "\"You\nare\n? You—we—\" He turned to Miss Eagen, who nodded once, her\n face wooden. \"Just find it out?\"", "\"Now, now,\" said Miss Eagen briskly, \"just you lie down there, Mrs.\n Foster. Does it hurt any special place?\"", "it.\"\nMiss Eagen's breath hissed in. Her eyes grew bright and she shook her\n head slightly. Then she turned on her heel and went to the intercom.", "In answer Marcia leaned back against the bulkhead and folded her arms.\n Miss Eagen gazed at her for a moment, nodded as if to herself, and", "This time Miss Eagen didn't react at all, and Marcia knew that she had\n to speak up. \"No, Jack. I knew weeks ago.\"", "Marcia went to her and took the hand. They went into the hospital. Miss\n Eagen didn't speak; she seemed to be waiting.\n\n\n \"Yes, I know who Jack's spinning the ship for,\" said Marcia.", "Sue Eagen was there, too, and the thing she shared with Jack. Of course\n there was something between them—so big a thing that there was\n nothing for her to fear in it." ], [ "Marcia said, painfully, \"He's like the Captain of the\nElsinore\n. He's\n risking his life for a—a stranger. A jaywalker. Not for me. Not even\n for his baby.\"", "Miss Eagen did not beat around the bush. \"I've been with Captain\n McHenry for three years. I hope to work with him always. I think he's\n the finest in the Service.\"", "Marcia wet her lips. \"I asked you a question before,\" she said evenly.\n \"About you and the captain.\"\n\n\n \"You did,\" said Sue Eagen. \"Please don't.\"", "Her lips formed his name, but she was silent. She watched him, his\n square, competent hands, his detached and distant face. Through the", "There was a stiff silence. Marcia looked up at Miss Eagen. \"It's true,\n you know,\" she said. \"A man grows to love the things he has to defend,\n no matter how he felt about them before.\"", "\"I'm going to stop him. He can't take that chance with his ship, with\n these people....\"\n\n\n \"He will and he must. You surely know your husband.\"", "Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary\n cold that always seeped into the warm house when he talked about space,\n when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than\n ever before.", "With her back to Marcia, she said, \"I'll have to tell the captain, you\n know.\"", "\"Blun—Marcia, you really don't realize what that skipper did was the\n finest piece of shiphandling since mankind got off the ground.\"", "seemed to be more prominent, and he looked older, and very tired.\n Softly and slowly he asked, \"What in God's name made you get on the\n ship?\"", "you\n. Well, he's\nmy\nhusband, and don't you forget\n it.\"", "She hadn't meant to be so cruel. Or so stupid. But when they were\n quarreling, or when he talked that repugnant, dedicated, other-world", "alive!\"\nAnd then he'd been sorry he'd shouted, and he sat by her, taking her\n chin in his hand. \"Marcia, Marcia,\" he'd said gently, \"you're so", "\"Because,\" she said bleakly, \"I learned long ago that a man grows to\n love what he has to fight for.\"", "\"Because,\" said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as\n drawn as Jack had, \"I'm supposed to be of service to the passengers at", "aisle. Jack—Captain Jack McHenry, if you please—must not know, yet,\n what she was doing to patch up their marriage.", "After he'd gone—for good, he said—her anger had sustained her for a\n few weeks. Then, bleakly, she knew she'd go to the ends of Earth for", "\"\nAll Earth watches me when I work, but with your eyes.\n\"\n\n\n Jack had said that to her once, long ago, when he still loved her.", "in her had been pleased at the dull flush that rose to his face.\n Everyone knew about the\nElsinore\n, the 500-foot Moon-ferry that almost", "\" His dark face broke into a delighted grin\n and he put his arms out. \"You—you're here—\nhere\n, on my ship!\"" ], [ "\"I'm Mrs. McHenry. I'm Jack's wife.\"", "\"\nAll Earth watches me when I work, but with your eyes.\n\"\n\n\n Jack had said that to her once, long ago, when he still loved her.", "Sue Eagen was there, too, and the thing she shared with Jack. Of course\n there was something between them—so big a thing that there was\n nothing for her to fear in it.", "\"Jack!\"\n\n\n \"You're all right, honey.\"", "Jack and Sue Eagen had always had it, and always would have; and now\n Marcia had it too. And with understanding replacing fear, Marcia was", "free to recall that Jack had worked with Sue Eagen—but it was Marcia\n that he had loved and married.\nThere was a long time of blackness, and then a time of agony, when", "But through and through that drugged, relaxed period, Jack and the\n stars, the Moon and Sue Eagen danced and wove. Words slipped in and out\n of it like shreds of melody:", "Marcia went to her and took the hand. They went into the hospital. Miss\n Eagen didn't speak; she seemed to be waiting.\n\n\n \"Yes, I know who Jack's spinning the ship for,\" said Marcia.", "Nearer to her was Jack, hunched over the keyboard of a complex, compact\n machine, like a harried bookkeeper on the last day of the month.", "\"A man comes to love the things he has to fight for.\" And Jack\n fighting—for his ship, for the Moon, for the new-building traditions\n of the great ones who would carry humanity out to the stars.", "There was a stiff silence. Marcia looked up at Miss Eagen. \"It's true,\n you know,\" she said. \"A man grows to love the things he has to defend,\n no matter how he felt about them before.\"", "\"I'm pregnant, Jack,\" she said. She put out a hand to ward him off. She\n couldn't bear the thought of his realizing what she had done while he\n had his arms around her.", "her lip. Silly ... Jack had said that—her fear of space was silly.\n He'd said it during the quarrel, and he'd roared at her, \"And that's", "\"Because,\" said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as\n drawn as Jack had, \"I'm supposed to be of service to the passengers at", "Miss Eagen was standing by the hospital door, watching her. When Marcia\n turned away without speaking to Jack, Miss Eagen smiled and held out\n her hand.", "aisle. Jack—Captain Jack McHenry, if you please—must not know, yet,\n what she was doing to patch up their marriage.", "\"I had to, Jack. I had to.\"", "This time Miss Eagen didn't react at all, and Marcia knew that she had\n to speak up. \"No, Jack. I knew weeks ago.\"", "Her lips formed his name, but she was silent. She watched him, his\n square, competent hands, his detached and distant face. Through the", "sanity\nof it.\nStubbornly she forced herself back to reality. At any moment Jack,\n dark-eyed and scrappy, might come swinging down the long, shining" ], [ "The stewardess looked at her, her face registering a strange mixture of\n detachment and wonder. \"You really believe that, don't you?\"", "\"You're feeling well, Mrs. Foster?\"\nFeeling well? Yes, of course. Except for the—usual sickness. But\n that's so very normal\n.... Her numb lips moved. \"I'm fine,\" she said.", "Marcia McHenry stiffened. Had she read the sign aloud? She turned\n startled eyes up to the smiling stewardess, who was holding out a", "\"Because,\" said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as\n drawn as Jack had, \"I'm supposed to be of service to the passengers at", "\"Those of you who haven't been in a rocket before won't find it much\n different from being in an airplane. At the same time—\" She paused,", "Seeing the startled expression on the stewardess' face, Marcia realized\n she must be looking like a ghost. She put a hand to her cheek and found\n it clammy.", "Somehow, dizzily, she was at her seat, led there by a smiling,\n brown-clad stewardess; and her azure-tipped fingers were clutching at", "seats. He ducked back out of sight. From the bulk-heads, the overhead,\n everywhere, came a deep, quiet rumble. Some of the passengers looked", "Marcia, \"we won't have to ask the passengers if they're well. It's so\n easy to come aboard on someone else's validation, and people don't seem\n to realize how dangerous that is.\"", "She sighed. \"It's well known—even by you—that the free-fall condition\n has a weird effect on certain people. The human body is in an", "\"Please hurry, Pet.\" She turned to Marcia. \"I've got to explain to the\n passengers that there won't be any free fall. Most of them are looking\n forward to it.\" She went out.", "want to risk not being able to go there in a hurry. So they haven't\n passed legislation to keep physically unfit people off spaceships.\n One of the passengers got aboard the\nElsinore", "\"Come along,\" said Miss Eagen cheerfully. She put a firm arm around\n Marcia's shoulder. \"Just a touch of space-sickness. This way.", "\"He'll spin the ship on its long axis,\" said the stewardess with\n exaggerated patience. \"That means that the steering jet tubes in the", "\"Now, now,\" said Miss Eagen briskly, \"just you lie down there, Mrs.\n Foster. Does it hurt any special place?\"", "the passenger compartment from the pilot room's deep glow. But it\n wasn't Jack. The officer's lips moved hurriedly as he counted over the", "\"You're not—\" Miss Eagen apparently decided to take one thing at a\n time. \"How do you feel?\"\n\n\n \"Scared,\" said Marcia.", "She found herself at the entrance to the pilot room. In one sweeping\n glance she saw a curved, silver board. Before it a man sat tranquilly.", "He looked at her and away, quickly. \"Because, lady, when we start to\n spin, that outside bulkhead is going to be\ndown", "the one-and-a-half gravities the ship was holding—and plodded heavily\n up the aisle. Miss Eagen was just rising from the chair in which she\n sat for the take-off." ], [ "In answer Marcia leaned back against the bulkhead and folded her arms.\n Miss Eagen gazed at her for a moment, nodded as if to herself, and", "Marcia went to her and took the hand. They went into the hospital. Miss\n Eagen didn't speak; she seemed to be waiting.\n\n\n \"Yes, I know who Jack's spinning the ship for,\" said Marcia.", "\"You're not—\" Miss Eagen apparently decided to take one thing at a\n time. \"How do you feel?\"\n\n\n \"Scared,\" said Marcia.", "\"Come along,\" said Miss Eagen cheerfully. She put a firm arm around\n Marcia's shoulder. \"Just a touch of space-sickness. This way.", "Miss Eagen was standing by the hospital door, watching her. When Marcia\n turned away without speaking to Jack, Miss Eagen smiled and held out\n her hand.", "There was a sudden thunder. Over Miss Eagen's shoulder, through the\n port, Marcia saw the stars begin to move. Miss Eagen followed her gaze.", "Miss Eagen returned.\n\n\n \"That man was very rude,\" said Marcia.\n\n\n Miss Eagen looked at her coolly. \"I'm sorry,\" she said, obviously not\n meaning sorry at all.", "\"Thanks,\" said Miss Eagen flatly. Marcia felt as if she'd been slapped.\n Miss Eagen dried her hands and crossed to an intercom. \"Eagen to\n Captain.\"\n\n\n \"McHenry here.\"", "As Miss Eagen moved to the next seat, Marcia shrank into a small\n huddle, fumbling with the card until it was crammed shapeless into her", "This time Miss Eagen didn't react at all, and Marcia knew that she had\n to speak up. \"No, Jack. I knew weeks ago.\"", "\"Because,\" said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as\n drawn as Jack had, \"I'm supposed to be of service to the passengers at", "\"He'll be right here,\" said Miss Eagen.\nMarcia sat up slowly, clumsily. Miss Eagen did not offer to help.\n Marcia's hands strayed to her hair, patted it futilely.", "Marcia wet her lips. \"I asked you a question before,\" she said evenly.\n \"About you and the captain.\"\n\n\n \"You did,\" said Sue Eagen. \"Please don't.\"", "There was such a long pause that Marcia opened her eyes. Miss Eagen was\n looking at her levelly. She said, \"I'll have to examine you.\"\n\n\n \"I know. Go ahead.\"", "Marcia bounced resentfully off the cot and stood aside. Petrucelli\n looked at her, cocked an eyebrow, looked at Miss Eagen, and asked,\n \"Jaywalker?\"", "Miss Eagen was beside her in an instant, a hard small hand on her arm.\n \"Where are you going?\"", "Marcia McHenry stiffened. Had she read the sign aloud? She turned\n startled eyes up to the smiling stewardess, who was holding out a", "\"Miss Eagen—\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Mrs. Fos—why, what's the matter?\"", "whispered. \"And while you're doing it—think about whom he's spinning\n ship for.\" She took her hand from Marcia's arm.", "\"Now, now,\" said Miss Eagen briskly, \"just you lie down there, Mrs.\n Foster. Does it hurt any special place?\"" ] ]

[ "Why is gravity on the planet abnormal?", "What is known about the planet that they are stranded on?", "What is Grampa’s claim to fame?", "What is the ultimate reason that the family can’t leave the planet?", "What is the relationship like between Joyce and her grandson?", " How does the family work together?", "What is the relationship like between Four and Grampa?", "Why is the family travelling together?", "What are the names of the Peppergrass lineage from youngest to oldest?" ]

[ [ "There is much more gravity than Earth", "It has polarized gravity", "It is not the straight-line kind of gravity", "There is much less gravity than Earth" ], [ "It has no plant life", "They spotted it while transiting Earth’s solar system", "It could be anywhere in the universe", "It is several days travel from Earth" ], [ "Striking radioactive deposits on far flung planets that can be sold back on Earth for a fortune", "Solving all the pircuits he’d ever been challenged with", "Being the first space missionary", "Creating a special piece of machinery for spaceships" ], [ "Four’s companionship with the blob creature", "The polarizer is missing parts", "They are out of fuel", "The crash landing damaged the fliverr" ], [ "She defends him staying with the family even when the rest think otherwise", "She has little patience for his intelligence", "She can’t stand his boyish mischief on his adventures", "She has no grandson" ], [ "They tend to think things will work out in the end", "They tend to be angry with each other at times", "They tend to think the best of each other and avoid most arguments", "They are deeply divided" ], [ "Grampa sees Four as the least reliable of the family", "Four is mature for his age and Grampa enjoys his companionship", "Four challenges Grampa in a way that annoys him", "Grampa never could understand why Four didn’t get the intelligence of the other Peppergrass progeny" ], [ "As an opportunity for them to make money", "They narrowly escaped Earth’s destruction by blasting off in the spaceship together", "They are missionaries wanting to colonize new planets", "As a family vacation" ], [ "Junior - Four - Fred - Grampa", "Four - Junior - Fred - Joyce - Grandpa", "Four - Fred - Reba - Junior - Grandpa", "Four - Junior - Fred - Grandpa" ] ]

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[ [ "Junior, that's why we picked this planet. We fed all the orbital data\n into Abacus, and Abacus said that orbital perturbations indicated that", "Right now, Fweep is friendly, but suppose he got mad! He could lower\n his radioactive shield or he might increase the gravity by a few times.\n Either way, you'd feel rather uncomfortable, Grammy.\"", "\"No,\" Fred said slowly, \"and no other heavy metals, either. There's a\n few low-grade iron deposits and that's it.\"\n\n\n \"Then what makes this planet so heavy?\" Reba asked.", "around itself. That's how we've always known it until the invention of\n spaceships and later the polarizer. The polarizer polarizes gravity\n into a straight line. That makes the ship take off and continue", "look at it the right way, it's quite a lot. A beautiful, fertile world.\n Earth gravity. The flivver—even if the polarizer won't work, there's", "so heavy. He's why we can't leave.\"\nThe land of the Fweep rotated once on its axis, and Grampa lowered", "\"This planet. It's not big, but it's fertile and it's harmless. As\n real estate, it's worth almost as much as if it were solid uranium.\"", "Fred,\" he said, frowning. \"This world fooled me. It has a diameter\n less than that of Mercury and yet a gravitational pull as great as\n Earth.\"", "\"I don't care why that thing does it,\" Joyce said icily. \"I want it\n stopped, and the sooner the better. If it won't turn the gravity off,\n we'll just have to do away with it.\"", "\"Makes you think, doesn't it?\" Grampa said, looking at Fweep benignly.\n \"Maybe the whole theory of gravitation is cockeyed. Maybe there's a", "\"I don't figure it's a whim,\" Grampa said. \"Circular gravity is what\n he's got to have for one reason or another, so he just naturally bends", "\"Look!\" he said suddenly. \"This planet not only has flora—it has\n fauna.\" He rushed to the air lock.\n\n\n \"Four!\" Reba called out warningly.", "\"Anybody talks about gravitational pull,\" Grampa said, snorting,\n \"deserves anything anybody could say about him. There's no such thing,", "If\nwe get back to Earth,\" he amended. \"You can't be Four's father.\n All over the Universe, gravity is the same, and if it's gravity, the", "\"Gravity is similar to light,\" he pressed on. \"In the absence of\n matter, gravity is non-polarized. Matter polarizes gravity in a circle", "Junior. You ought to know by now that gravitation is the effect of the\n curving of space-time around matter. Einstein proved that two hundred\n years ago.\"", "The flivver descended vertically toward the green planet circling the\n old, orange sun.", "Fred said. \"Fweepland, as Four calls it, kept its atmosphere and its\n water, which a planet this size ordinarily would have lost by now.\"", "\"I thank him for nothing,\" Joyce snapped. \"He lured us down here by\n making us think the planet had heavy metals and I want him to let us go\nimmediately\n!\"", "\"I wish I were,\" Junior said. \"But the polarizer won't work. Either\n it's broken or there's something about the gravity around here that\n just won't polarize.\"" ], [ "\"This planet. It's not big, but it's fertile and it's harmless. As\n real estate, it's worth almost as much as if it were solid uranium.\"", "\"Look!\" he said suddenly. \"This planet not only has flora—it has\n fauna.\" He rushed to the air lock.\n\n\n \"Four!\" Reba called out warningly.", "Junior, that's why we picked this planet. We fed all the orbital data\n into Abacus, and Abacus said that orbital perturbations indicated that", "\"We're stuck,\" Reba said softly. \"We might as well admit it. All we can\n do is set the transmitter to send out an automatic distress call—\"", "\"No,\" Fred said slowly, \"and no other heavy metals, either. There's a\n few low-grade iron deposits and that's it.\"\n\n\n \"Then what makes this planet so heavy?\" Reba asked.", "Fred said. \"Fweepland, as Four calls it, kept its atmosphere and its\n water, which a planet this size ordinarily would have lost by now.\"", "The flivver descended vertically toward the green planet circling the\n old, orange sun.", "\"A good thing, too,\" Junior said glumly, \"because this looks like the\n end of our search. Short of a miracle, we'll spend the rest of our\n lives right here—involuntary colonists.\"", "\"I thank him for nothing,\" Joyce snapped. \"He lured us down here by\n making us think the planet had heavy metals and I want him to let us go\nimmediately\n!\"", "\"Maybe he developed,\" Four offered. \"It seems to me that he's bigger\n than when we first landed.\" \"He must have been here a long, long time,\"", "It's out of the question. If that's the only way we can leave this\n planet, we'll stay here until Four has a beard as white as Grampa's!\"", "\"Here.\" Four came through the airlock and trudged across the room,\n carrying a curious contraption made of tripod legs supporting a", "look at it the right way, it's quite a lot. A beautiful, fertile world.\n Earth gravity. The flivver—even if the polarizer won't work, there's", "The land of the Fweep turned slowly on its axis. The orange sun set and\n rose again and stared down once more at the meadow where the improbable", "Within it was the green horizon, curving noticeably. Four angled the\n picture in toward the ship, sweeping through green, peaceful woodland\n and plain and blue lake until he stared down into the meadow at the", "Fred,\" he said, frowning. \"This world fooled me. It has a diameter\n less than that of Mercury and yet a gravitational pull as great as\n Earth.\"", "Right now, Fweep is friendly, but suppose he got mad! He could lower\n his radioactive shield or he might increase the gravity by a few times.\n Either way, you'd feel rather uncomfortable, Grammy.\"", "so heavy. He's why we can't leave.\"\nThe land of the Fweep rotated once on its axis, and Grampa lowered", "The thing was a featureless blob, a two-foot sphere of raspberry\n gelatin, but it was alive. It rocked back and forth in front of Four.", "\"It's all right, Reba,\" Four assured her. \"The air is within one per\n cent of Earth-normal and the bio-analyzer can find no micro-organisms\n viable within the Terran spectrum.\"" ], [ "\"You, Grampa,\" Fred said.\n\n\n \"You bet! And who made one hundred million dollars out of it that the\n rest of you vultures are just hanging around to gobble up when I die?\"", "\"Well, now,\" said Grampa, blinking, \"how'd you find out about that?\n Well, now!\" In confusion, he turned back to the pircuit and jabbed a", "Grampa looked at the four faces staring at him hopefully and the\n jeering grin turned to a smile. \"Well,\" he said, \"at last. You know", "Grampa gave him a sarcastic grin. \"Now you're curious, eh? Couldn't\n be bothered with Grampa's invention before. Oh, no! Too busy. Accept\n without question the blessings that the Good Lord provideth—\"", "\"Well, now,\" Grampa protested, \"I got a little put away yet. You'll be\n sorry when I'm dead and gone.\"", "practically whipped, too!\"\nGrampa was a white-haired 90-year-old who could still go a fast round\n or two with a man (or woman) half his age, but he had a habit of", "\"You bought it, Grampa,\" Fred said.\n\n\n \"That's right! And who invented the gravity polarizer and the space\n flivver? Eh? Who made possible this gallivanting all over space?\"", "\"Why, thanks, Grampa,\" Reba said, surprised.\n\n\n \"I like you, gal. Never forget it.\"", "\"Now wait a minute!\" Grampa protested. \"That's not fair. Maybe\n I didn't figure out the theory myself, but I read everything the", "The faces looked at him silently. Finally Joyce could endure it no\n longer. \"That's just nonsense! You all know it. Grampa's no genius.", "\"You bet he would!\" Grampa leaned back and cackled. Then he leaned\n over confidentially toward Reba and whispered, \"Beats me why you ever\n married a jerk like Junior, anyhow.\"", "\"Now, Grampa,\" Fred soothed, but his face was concerned. Fred, once\n called Young Fred, was Grampa's only son. He was sixty and his hair had", "Grampa lowered his bottle and smacked his lips. \"Well, boy,\" he said to\n Fred, \"I thought you'd never do that. Didn't think you had it in you.\"", "\"Yep,\" Grampa said. \"Too easy.\"", "\"He's no more improbable than people,\" said Four.\n\n\n \"Less than some I've known,\" Grampa conceded.", "\"Well, no,\" Grampa admitted. \"Actually I was just fiddling around with\n some coils when one of them took off. Went right through the ceiling,", "\"I like you, too, Grampa. If you'd been a few years younger, Junior\n would have had competition!\"", "Grampa was still waving his puzzle circuit indignantly. \"See!\" The\n pircuit was a flat box equipped with pushbuttons and thirteen slender", "Fred stood up apologetically. \"I'd better go calm her down,\" he\n muttered, and walked quickly after Joyce.\n\n\n \"Give her one for me!\" Grampa called.", "\"Well, now,\" Grampa said in bafflement, \"it rightly should, you know.\"" ], [ "It's out of the question. If that's the only way we can leave this\n planet, we'll stay here until Four has a beard as white as Grampa's!\"", "\"We're stuck,\" Reba said softly. \"We might as well admit it. All we can\n do is set the transmitter to send out an automatic distress call—\"", "\"This planet. It's not big, but it's fertile and it's harmless. As\n real estate, it's worth almost as much as if it were solid uranium.\"", "\"A good thing, too,\" Junior said glumly, \"because this looks like the\n end of our search. Short of a miracle, we'll spend the rest of our\n lives right here—involuntary colonists.\"", "so heavy. He's why we can't leave.\"\nThe land of the Fweep rotated once on its axis, and Grampa lowered", "\"I thank him for nothing,\" Joyce snapped. \"He lured us down here by\n making us think the planet had heavy metals and I want him to let us go\nimmediately\n!\"", "\"Look!\" he said suddenly. \"This planet not only has flora—it has\n fauna.\" He rushed to the air lock.\n\n\n \"Four!\" Reba called out warningly.", "Junior, that's why we picked this planet. We fed all the orbital data\n into Abacus, and Abacus said that orbital perturbations indicated that", "\"I don't care why that thing does it,\" Joyce said icily. \"I want it\n stopped, and the sooner the better. If it won't turn the gravity off,\n we'll just have to do away with it.\"", "Right now, Fweep is friendly, but suppose he got mad! He could lower\n his radioactive shield or he might increase the gravity by a few times.\n Either way, you'd feel rather uncomfortable, Grammy.\"", "\"But this is important,\" Joyce cut him off eagerly. \"Can you? Talk to\n it, I mean?\"\n\n\n \"Some,\" Four admitted.\n\n\n \"Have you asked it to let us go?\"", "understand why we're so gosh-fired eager to leave. And as long as he's\n got Four, he's happy. Why should he make himself unhappy? As a favor", "rich. We were going to find radioactives and retire to Earth like\n billionaires. And all we've done is spent a year of our lives in this", "If\nwe get back to Earth,\" he amended. \"You can't be Four's father.\n All over the Universe, gravity is the same, and if it's gravity, the", "\"No,\" Fred said slowly, \"and no other heavy metals, either. There's a\n few low-grade iron deposits and that's it.\"\n\n\n \"Then what makes this planet so heavy?\" Reba asked.", "look at it the right way, it's quite a lot. A beautiful, fertile world.\n Earth gravity. The flivver—even if the polarizer won't work, there's", "go searching for uranium and habitable worlds all through this deadly\n galaxy? You, Grampa!\"", "\"He's why the flivver won't work. What Grampa invented was a linear\n polarizer. Fweep is a circular polarizer. He's what makes this planet", "\"Then we've wasted another week on a worthless rock,\" Joyce complained.\n She turned savagely on Fred. \"This was going to make us all filthy", "\"I don't figure it's a whim,\" Grampa said. \"Circular gravity is what\n he's got to have for one reason or another, so he just naturally bends" ], [ "Joyce stood up indignantly. \"Well! And don't call me 'Grammy!' It makes\n me sound as old as that old goat over there!\" She glared malignantly", "\"Stop picking on Junior,\" Joyce said sharply. She was Junior's mother\n and Fred's wife, still slim and handsome as she approached sixty, but", "The faces looked at him silently. Finally Joyce could endure it no\n longer. \"That's just nonsense! You all know it. Grampa's no genius.", "Junior had won her was, to Grampa, the most hopeful thing he had ever\n noticed about the boy.", "\"How do you know all these things?\" Joyce asked from her doorway,\n excitement in her voice. \"Can you talk to it?\"\n\n\n Behind her, Fred said, \"Now, Joyce, you promised—\"", "\"You're never going to die, Grampa,\" Joyce said harshly. \"Just\n before we left, you bought a hundred-year contract with that\n Life-Begins-At-Ninety longevity company.\"", "Fred stood up apologetically. \"I'd better go calm her down,\" he\n muttered, and walked quickly after Joyce.\n\n\n \"Give her one for me!\" Grampa called.", "\"Joyce!\" Reba cried, horrified. \"Grampa was joking, but you actually\n mean it. Four is only a baby and yet you'd let him—\"", "Joyce looked at Fred with startled eyes. \"Fred!\" she said in a high,\n shocked voice and turned blindly toward her room.", "\"I mean that thing, whatever you call it.\" Joyce fluttered her hand\n impatiently. \"Get it out!\"\n\n\n Four's eyes widened farther. \"But Fweep's my friend.\"", "Grampa glanced warily at Joyce's door to make sure it was completely\n closed and then cocked a white eyebrow at Reba. \"Good for you, Reba!\"", "\"Well, now,\" Grampa said maliciously, his eye on Joyce, \"that's no\n problem. We can just leave Four here with Fweep.\"", "\"Why, thanks, Grampa,\" Reba said, surprised.\n\n\n \"I like you, gal. Never forget it.\"", "Joyce drew her chair farther back toward the wall, revulsion on her\n face. \"Four! Get that nasty thing out of here!\"\n\"You mean Fweep?\" Four asked in astonishment.", "\"Junior!\" said Joyce, shocked.\n\n\n Junior swung around impatiently. \"Sorry, Mother, but this damned thing\n won't work.\"", "might be a trifle more than disastrous for us.\" Four giggled at the\n thought.\nJoyce glared at him furiously. \"Four! Act your age! We've got to do", "at Grampa. \"If you'd rather have that blob than me—well!\" She swept\n grandly out of the central cabin and into one of the private rooms that\n opened out from it.", "\"The only thing you ever did was the polarizer,\" Joyce snapped.\n \"And then you spent everything you got from it on those fool\n perpetual-motion machines and those crazy longevity schemes when any\n moron would know they were impossible.\"", "\"And who spent it all trying to invent perpetual motion machines and\n longevity pills,\" Joyce said bitterly, \"and fixed it so we'd have to", "\"I like you, too, Grampa. If you'd been a few years younger, Junior\n would have had competition!\"" ], [ "Those were the Peppergrass men, four generations of them, looking\n remarkably alike, although some vital element seemed to have dwindled\n until Four looked pale and thin-faced and wizened.", "\"Stop picking on Junior,\" Joyce said sharply. She was Junior's mother\n and Fred's wife, still slim and handsome as she approached sixty, but", "Grampa looked at the four faces staring at him hopefully and the\n jeering grin turned to a smile. \"Well,\" he said, \"at last. You know", "\"It belongs to all of us,\" Four said shrilly. \"You gave us all a sixth\n share.\"\n\n\n \"That's right, Four,\" Grampa muttered, \"so I did. But whose money\n bought it?\"", "submerged in this family too long; he's still a child to all of you\n and to himself, too.\" Reba smiled at Grampa brilliantly. \"And maybe I", "\"Now, Grampa,\" Fred soothed, but his face was concerned. Fred, once\n called Young Fred, was Grampa's only son. He was sixty and his hair had", "At the word, Fweep rolled swiftly across the floor and bounced into\n Four's lap. It nestled against him lovingly and opened raspberry lips.\n \"Fwiend,\" it said.", "\"You, Grampa,\" Fred said.\n\n\n \"You bet! And who made one hundred million dollars out of it that the\n rest of you vultures are just hanging around to gobble up when I die?\"", "The faces looked at him silently. Finally Joyce could endure it no\n longer. \"That's just nonsense! You all know it. Grampa's no genius.", "might be a trifle more than disastrous for us.\" Four giggled at the\n thought.\nJoyce glared at him furiously. \"Four! Act your age! We've got to do", "\"He wants to be helpful,\" Four replied without hesitation, \"and he's\n lonely. After all,\" he added wistfully, \"he's never had any friends.\"", "Grampa gave him a sarcastic grin. \"Now you're curious, eh? Couldn't\n be bothered with Grampa's invention before. Oh, no! Too busy. Accept\n without question the blessings that the Good Lord provideth—\"", "\"How do you know all these things?\" Joyce asked from her doorway,\n excitement in her voice. \"Can you talk to it?\"\n\n\n Behind her, Fred said, \"Now, Joyce, you promised—\"", "The land of the Fweep turned slowly on its axis. The orange sun set and\n rose again and stared down once more at the meadow where the improbable", "\"He's outside, playing in the meadow with Fweep,\" Reba said, her voice\n soft. \"No, here they come now.\"", "Fred stood up apologetically. \"I'd better go calm her down,\" he\n muttered, and walked quickly after Joyce.\n\n\n \"Give her one for me!\" Grampa called.", "\"Well, now,\" said Grampa, blinking, \"how'd you find out about that?\n Well, now!\" In confusion, he turned back to the pircuit and jabbed a", "Reba was Four's mother and Junior's wife. On her own, she was a\n red-haired beauty with the loveliest figure this side of Antares. That", "begun to gray at the temples. \"That landing was pretty rough, Junior.\"\nJunior was Fred's only son. Because he was thirty-five and capable\n of exercising adult judgment and because he had the youngest adult", "\"Sounds good, boy,\" Grampa said eagerly. \"Whip it up for me.\"\n\n\n \"Okay, Grampa.\" Four looked at Fweep again. The translucent sphere had\n paused at Grampa's feet." ], [ "\"He's no more improbable than people,\" said Four.\n\n\n \"Less than some I've known,\" Grampa conceded.", "thought he might grow into a man like his grandfather.\"\nGrampa turned red and looked quickly toward Four. The boy was staring\n intently at Fweep. \"What you doing, Four?\"", "for it. No dad-blamed machine is gonna outthink Grampa!\" He snorted\n indignantly.\nFour shrugged his narrow shoulders and wandered to the view screen.", "\"If it's Four's friend,\" Reba said firmly, \"it can stay. If you don't\n like to be around it, Grammy, you can always go to your own room.\"", "\"Sounds good, boy,\" Grampa said eagerly. \"Whip it up for me.\"\n\n\n \"Okay, Grampa.\" Four looked at Fweep again. The translucent sphere had\n paused at Grampa's feet.", "Grampa looked at the four faces staring at him hopefully and the\n jeering grin turned to a smile. \"Well,\" he said, \"at last. You know", "\"Not now, Grampa,\" Four said inattentively as he watched Fweep making\n the grand tour of the cabin.", "\"I like your spunk, Reb,\" Grampa muttered.\n\n\n \"Speaking of children,\" Junior said, \"where's Four?\"", "\"Why, thanks, Grampa,\" Reba said, surprised.\n\n\n \"I like you, gal. Never forget it.\"", "\"It belongs to all of us,\" Four said shrilly. \"You gave us all a sixth\n share.\"\n\n\n \"That's right, Four,\" Grampa muttered, \"so I did. But whose money\n bought it?\"", "\"Well, now,\" Grampa said maliciously, his eye on Joyce, \"that's no\n problem. We can just leave Four here with Fweep.\"", "\"What is that stuff you drink, Grampa?\" Four asked.\n\n\n \"Tonic, boy. Keeps me young and frisky. Now about that pircuit—\"", "\"He wants to be helpful,\" Four replied without hesitation, \"and he's\n lonely. After all,\" he added wistfully, \"he's never had any friends.\"", "Those were the Peppergrass men, four generations of them, looking\n remarkably alike, although some vital element seemed to have dwindled\n until Four looked pale and thin-faced and wizened.", "\"Now, Grampa,\" Fred soothed, but his face was concerned. Fred, once\n called Young Fred, was Grampa's only son. He was sixty and his hair had", "At the word, Fweep rolled swiftly across the floor and bounced into\n Four's lap. It nestled against him lovingly and opened raspberry lips.\n \"Fwiend,\" it said.", "\"I like you, too, Grampa. If you'd been a few years younger, Junior\n would have had competition!\"", "Grampa lowered his bottle and smacked his lips. \"Well, boy,\" he said to\n Fred, \"I thought you'd never do that. Didn't think you had it in you.\"", "\"You, Grampa,\" Fred said.\n\n\n \"You bet! And who made one hundred million dollars out of it that the\n rest of you vultures are just hanging around to gobble up when I die?\"", "\"Joyce!\" Reba cried, horrified. \"Grampa was joking, but you actually\n mean it. Four is only a baby and yet you'd let him—\"" ], [ "Those were the Peppergrass men, four generations of them, looking\n remarkably alike, although some vital element seemed to have dwindled\n until Four looked pale and thin-faced and wizened.", "understand why we're so gosh-fired eager to leave. And as long as he's\n got Four, he's happy. Why should he make himself unhappy? As a favor", "\"He wants to be helpful,\" Four replied without hesitation, \"and he's\n lonely. After all,\" he added wistfully, \"he's never had any friends.\"", "\"Stop picking on Junior,\" Joyce said sharply. She was Junior's mother\n and Fred's wife, still slim and handsome as she approached sixty, but", "Grampa looked at the four faces staring at him hopefully and the\n jeering grin turned to a smile. \"Well,\" he said, \"at last. You know", "might be a trifle more than disastrous for us.\" Four giggled at the\n thought.\nJoyce glared at him furiously. \"Four! Act your age! We've got to do", "Fred stood up apologetically. \"I'd better go calm her down,\" he\n muttered, and walked quickly after Joyce.\n\n\n \"Give her one for me!\" Grampa called.", "The faces looked at him silently. Finally Joyce could endure it no\n longer. \"That's just nonsense! You all know it. Grampa's no genius.", "submerged in this family too long; he's still a child to all of you\n and to himself, too.\" Reba smiled at Grampa brilliantly. \"And maybe I", "so heavy. He's why we can't leave.\"\nThe land of the Fweep rotated once on its axis, and Grampa lowered", "\"He's outside, playing in the meadow with Fweep,\" Reba said, her voice\n soft. \"No, here they come now.\"", "Inside the big, central cabin, Grampa waved his pircuit irately in the\n air. \"Now look what you made me do! Just when I had the blamed thing", "at Grampa. \"If you'd rather have that blob than me—well!\" She swept\n grandly out of the central cabin and into one of the private rooms that\n opened out from it.", "\"Where's Joyce?\" asked Fred. \"Might as well get everybody in on this at\n once. Joyce!\"", "Grampa gave him a sarcastic grin. \"Now you're curious, eh? Couldn't\n be bothered with Grampa's invention before. Oh, no! Too busy. Accept\n without question the blessings that the Good Lord provideth—\"", "\"Now, Grampa,\" Fred soothed, but his face was concerned. Fred, once\n called Young Fred, was Grampa's only son. He was sixty and his hair had", "\"Mother!\" Junior warned. \"We decided not to talk about it any more.\n Four is strange enough without encouraging him to think like a martyr.", "\"It shifted,\" Four explained patiently, \"because Fweep kept following\n me.\"\n\n\n \"Fweep?\" Junior repeated stupidly.\n\n\n \"Fweep?\" Fweep said eagerly.", "\"It belongs to all of us,\" Four said shrilly. \"You gave us all a sixth\n share.\"\n\n\n \"That's right, Four,\" Grampa muttered, \"so I did. But whose money\n bought it?\"", "The land of the Fweep turned slowly on its axis. The orange sun set and\n rose again and stared down once more at the meadow where the improbable" ], [ "Those were the Peppergrass men, four generations of them, looking\n remarkably alike, although some vital element seemed to have dwindled\n until Four looked pale and thin-faced and wizened.", "Grampa lowered the nippled bottle from his lips and chortled. \"Junior,\n I apologize for all the mean things I ever said about you. Maybe you\n got the makings of a Peppergrass yet.\"", "\"Now, Grampa,\" Fred soothed, but his face was concerned. Fred, once\n called Young Fred, was Grampa's only son. He was sixty and his hair had", "begun to gray at the temples. \"That landing was pretty rough, Junior.\"\nJunior was Fred's only son. Because he was thirty-five and capable\n of exercising adult judgment and because he had the youngest adult", "\"That's the idea, Four. You'll be a Peppergrass yet. How about building\n me a pircuit?\"\n\n\n \"You get the other one figured out?\"", "\"Stop picking on Junior,\" Joyce said sharply. She was Junior's mother\n and Fred's wife, still slim and handsome as she approached sixty, but", "Grampa looked at the four faces staring at him hopefully and the\n jeering grin turned to a smile. \"Well,\" he said, \"at last. You know", "\"You, Grampa,\" Fred said.\n\n\n \"You bet! And who made one hundred million dollars out of it that the\n rest of you vultures are just hanging around to gobble up when I die?\"", "might be a trifle more than disastrous for us.\" Four giggled at the\n thought.\nJoyce glared at him furiously. \"Four! Act your age! We've got to do", "\"It belongs to all of us,\" Four said shrilly. \"You gave us all a sixth\n share.\"\n\n\n \"That's right, Four,\" Grampa muttered, \"so I did. But whose money\n bought it?\"", "\"But everybody calls Junior 'Junior,'\" Four complained. \"Besides, Fred\n is Junior's father and Junior calls him 'Fred.'\"\n\n\n \"That's different,\" Reba said.", "thought he might grow into a man like his grandfather.\"\nGrampa turned red and looked quickly toward Four. The boy was staring\n intently at Fweep. \"What you doing, Four?\"", "The faces looked at him silently. Finally Joyce could endure it no\n longer. \"That's just nonsense! You all know it. Grampa's no genius.", "\"I like your spunk, Reb,\" Grampa muttered.\n\n\n \"Speaking of children,\" Junior said, \"where's Four?\"", "Joyce stood up indignantly. \"Well! And don't call me 'Grammy!' It makes\n me sound as old as that old goat over there!\" She glared malignantly", "practically whipped, too!\"\nGrampa was a white-haired 90-year-old who could still go a fast round\n or two with a man (or woman) half his age, but he had a habit of", "submerged in this family too long; he's still a child to all of you\n and to himself, too.\" Reba smiled at Grampa brilliantly. \"And maybe I", "\"What is that stuff you drink, Grampa?\" Four asked.\n\n\n \"Tonic, boy. Keeps me young and frisky. Now about that pircuit—\"", "\"Why, thanks, Grampa,\" Reba said, surprised.\n\n\n \"I like you, gal. Never forget it.\"", "\"You're never going to die, Grampa,\" Joyce said harshly. \"Just\n before we left, you bought a hundred-year contract with that\n Life-Begins-At-Ninety longevity company.\"" ] ]

[ "How many times did the crew of the expedition leave their spaceship to explore the planet during the course of the story?", "What is the relationship like between Charlie and the captain?", "Why was the approach that Charlie took to engage with the aliens unsuccessful?", "What was the relationship like between Eliott, Sidney and Charlie?", "What thesis does Charlie present to the Moranites?", "Who lives on the planet being explored?", "What is the status of Charlie on the ship?", "What is the relationship like between Bronoski and the captain?", "What is the classification most highly paid in the ship?", "What was Charlie’s assessment of his role through the story?" ]

[ [ "Twice", "Once", "They did not actually ever leave the ship", "Thrice" ], [ "They have a mutual respect for one another", "Charlie wishes to train under the captain to one day be one himself", "The captain would do anything to get Charlie out of his role", "The captain is highly attentive to Charlie, but does not accept any deviations to his role" ], [ "The aliens killed their siblings and so to claim to be a brotherhood was perverse", "Charlie forgot the knowledge in the report to refer to the aliens as brothers", "The aliens couldn’t understand the language that Charlie was speaking", "The aliens believed there was a blood relation between them and the people from Earth" ], [ "Sidney and Charlie were bound to protect Eliott’s life over their own", "Sidney and Eliott were the captain’s guards who remained unfaithful to Charlie", "Eliott was the medical doctor assigned to Charlie, Sidney was Charlie’s only guard", "Eliott and Sidney were bound to protect Charlie’s life over their own" ], [ "The Moranites could extend their life span if they cooperated for the exploration", "He is related to them by distant relative\n", "They have the opportunity to advance into a technological age with some of the equipment he has", "They are stranded Earthlings\n" ], [ "Human-like aliens that camouflage as trees in the jungle", "Aliens of half lizard half human composition", "Human-like aliens", "Earth people colonized the planet and started their own way of life" ], [ "He is treated as the most important person on the mission", "He is critical to making the engines work", "He is cast aside and begrudged by the captain and crew", "He goes largely unnoticed and exits the ship first to test for danger" ], [ "The captain had a falling out with Bronoski and now is trying to amend it", "Bronoski is generally loyal and courteous to the captain", "The captain can’t understand why Bronoski wants to be reassigned", "Bronoski is training to be the emergency pilot of the mission" ], [ "Medical Doctor", "Prone", "Guard", "Captain" ], [ "He thought he would never do any better than the position he was offered", "He felt very valuable and protected by the captain and crew", "He was eager to improve and he accepted of his faults, which led him to vacate his role", "He really wanted to please to join future expeditions and was ready to do anything to prove his worth" ] ]

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[ [ "On a hunch of my own, I checked the supply lockers next to the airlock\n while Bronoski fired questions at my back. Three translator collars\n were missing. Baxter had left the spaceship and gone off into an alien\n night.", "The Admiralty, however, is a very thorough group of men. Before they\n open a planet to colonization or even fraternization, they insist on\n knowing just what they are up against.", "inclined. He had seemed bored with the idea then, but he had come back\n for the report before leaving the ship. The envelope contained the\n exploration survey on Moran III made some fifty years before.", "Charlie Baxter had less. Lots of things can change on a planet in fifty\n years, including its inhabitants.\nBronoski picked up Baxter's tracks and those of the two guards, Elliot", "had blasted down in the black of night and were waiting for daylight to\n begin our re-survey of the planet. It was Charlie's first assignment,", "three Earth months. It seems a waste at first thought, but all things\n are relative. The Crystopeds of New Lichtenstein, for instance, have a\n life span of twenty thousand Terrestrial years.", "perfectly shielded. I read that before the last exploration party had\n left, they had made the Moranite natives blood brothers. Then Bronoski\n knocked me down.", "the whole world. A single pit of quicksand on a veritable Eden of a\n planet and a Prone will be knee-deep in it within an hour of blastdown.", "having a rookie Accident Prone, half-starved from the unemployment\n lines, aboard my spaceship. They are always so anxious to please. They\n remember what it is like to live in a rathole behind an apartment", "for the position of Prone aboard a spaceship. He had been poor—hungry,\n cold, wet, poor—and now he had luxury of a kind almost no one had in", "Actually Charlie was safer in space than he would be back on Earth\n with all those cars and people. We could have told him how the Service", "I grabbed up a translator collar and tossed one to Bronoski. Then, just\n as we were getting into the airlock, I remembered something and ran\n back to the bridge.", "I paused and came up with my best argument. \"How would you like to\n live like an ordinary spaceman, without rare steaks and clean sheets?", "Baxter swallowed and started forward to meet the alien halfway. His\n boot slipped on the wet scrub grass and I saw him do the desperate\n little dance to regain his balance that I had seen him make so many\n times; he could never stay on his feet.", "The Moranites figured we would kill each other off all except maybe\n one, whom they could handle themselves. They still had folk legends\n about the previous visit of Earthmen and they didn't trust us.", "He gazed off over my left shoulder. \"I had a bed behind the furnace\n back on Earth before the building I was working in burned down.\"\n\n\n \"You wouldn't like this one any better than the one before.\"", "spaceship complement. If you refuse to do your duties in that post, you\n can only become a ward of the Galaxy.\"", "The natives weren't fools, though. They got out of there fast. I wished\n I could have gone with them. There was undoubtedly an unhealthy amount\n of radiation hanging around.", "Accident Prones can find out what is wrong with a planet as easily\n as falling off a log, which they will if there is one lonely tree on", "All of this is properly recorded for the next expedition in the\n Admiralty files, and if it's any consolation, high officials and screen" ], [ "I felt a little sorry for Charlie Baxter, but I was Captain of the\nHilliard\nand my job was to keep him worried and trying. The worst", "\"Enough of this,\" the native said sharply. \"Do you claim to be\nmy\nbrother?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" Charlie said.", "fouling things up. I suppose Charlie had never felt valuable to anyone\n before in his life, but at the same time it hurt him to think that he\n was valuable only because he was a misfit.", "It all meant one thing to me. The reaction of the crowd had been\n spontaneous, not planned. That meant that the struggle between Charlie", "Charlie and the native were both technically unconscious, but they each\n had a stranglehold on each other, with Charlie getting the worst of it.\n\n\n Bronoski pried the two of them apart.", "\"All beings are brothers,\" Charlie said. \"We were made blood brothers\n by your people and my people several hundred of your years ago.\"", "While he roused Sidney and Elliot from their punch-drunk state, I\n examined Charlie. He had a nasty burn on his leg and two toes were\n gone. If there was an explosion anywhere around, he was bound to be in\n front of it.", "Charlie's pale eyes narrowed as if he had just made a sudden discovery,\n perhaps about the relationship between us. \"You don't make as much", "Sidney Charterson, who both claim to be the one—thought of calling the\n crew a Family and right away we began hitting it off famously.", "defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled\n down by a spare dozen of the mob.", "As I lay on my belly thinking, Charlie was putting up a pretty good\n fight with the stringy native. He got in a few good punches, which", "\"You did it, Charlie,\" I lied. \"You beat him fair and square.\"\nCharlie was in bed for the next few days while his grafted toes grew\n on, but he didn't seem to mind.", "Charterson jumped to Charlie's assistance while Sidney Von Elderman\n swung around to protect Charlie from the rest of the crowd.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Charlie mumbled.", "\"I had something more modest in mind, sir. Like being a captain.\"", "We couldn't have that. We had to have Charlie acting and thinking and\n therefore making mistakes whose bad examples we could profit by.", "I waited for the big moment when Charlie would be on his feet again\n and we could get on with the re-survey of the planet.\n\n\n \"Here goes,\" Charlie said and threw back his sheet.", "seemed to mystify the native, who apparently knew nothing of boxing.\n Naturally Charlie then began wrestling a trained and deadly wrestler\n instead of continuing to box him.", "That one hurt him, but I saw I had put it to him as a challenge and\n he must have had some guilt feelings about accepting all that luxury\n for being nothing more than he was. \"I could fulfill the duties of an\n ordinary spaceman, sir.\"", "this, much less Baxter's bed in the next cabin. But then I am only a\n captain." ], [ "An isolated culture like that couldn't change many of its customs.\n Then Charlie shouldn't have any trouble if he stuck to the findings on\n behavior in the report. Naturally, that meant by now he had discovered\n the fatal error.", "The three men were just standing still, waiting for the aliens to make\n the first move. The natives looked just as worried as Charlie and his\n guards, but then that might have been their natural expression.", "The other aliens didn't try to get to Baxter, but when they saw Elliot\n start to interfere with the two writhing opponents, they clawed him", "Baxter swallowed and started forward to meet the alien halfway. His\n boot slipped on the wet scrub grass and I saw him do the desperate\n little dance to regain his balance that I had seen him make so many\n times; he could never stay on his feet.", "I heard something that resembled a death rattle come from Charlie's\n throat as the fingers of the alien closed down on it and my hand\n twitched. A blooming light stabbed at my eyes and I flicked the lighter\n away from me.", "Actually Charlie was safer in space than he would be back on Earth\n with all those cars and people. We could have told him how the Service", "We couldn't have that. We had to have Charlie acting and thinking and\n therefore making mistakes whose bad examples we could profit by.", "had blasted down in the black of night and were waiting for daylight to\n begin our re-survey of the planet. It was Charlie's first assignment,", "I knew the reason Baxter had slipped out at night to be the first to\n greet the aliens. He was determined to be useful and necessary without", "The Admiralty, however, is a very thorough group of men. Before they\n open a planet to colonization or even fraternization, they insist on\n knowing just what they are up against.", "Dispassionately but automatically, the alien launched himself at the\n Prone's throat.\nCharterson and Von Elderman instantly went into action. Elliot", "fouling things up. I suppose Charlie had never felt valuable to anyone\n before in his life, but at the same time it hurt him to think that he\n was valuable only because he was a misfit.", "\"All beings are brothers,\" Charlie said. \"We were made blood brothers\n by your people and my people several hundred of your years ago.\"", "Now maybe Bronoski and I could get him out ourselves by a direct\n approach, but Charlie would probably lose all self-confidence and sink\n down into accepting himself as an Accident Prone, a purely passive\n state.", "It all meant one thing to me. The reaction of the crowd had been\n spontaneous, not planned. That meant that the struggle between Charlie", "Charlie's words were being translated into the native language, of\n course, but Bronoski's collars and mine switched them back into", "Maybe it was the way the natives were slowly but deliberately forming a\n circle about Charlie and his bodyguards.", "Charlie and the native were both technically unconscious, but they each\n had a stranglehold on each other, with Charlie getting the worst of it.\n\n\n Bronoski pried the two of them apart.", "I was trying to catch both versions from Charlie. I knew he was making\n a mistake and later I wanted to be sure I knew just what it was.", "seemed to mystify the native, who apparently knew nothing of boxing.\n Naturally Charlie then began wrestling a trained and deadly wrestler\n instead of continuing to box him." ], [ "While he roused Sidney and Elliot from their punch-drunk state, I\n examined Charlie. He had a nasty burn on his leg and two toes were\n gone. If there was an explosion anywhere around, he was bound to be in\n front of it.", "Charterson jumped to Charlie's assistance while Sidney Von Elderman\n swung around to protect Charlie from the rest of the crowd.", "Sidney Charterson, who both claim to be the one—thought of calling the\n crew a Family and right away we began hitting it off famously.", "Elliot Charterson and Sidney Von Elderman were more or less type-cast\n as brawny, brainless bodyguards. Their friends described them as\n muscle-bound apes, but other people sometimes got insulting.", "Bronoski swung his feet off the couch and stood more or less in what I\n might have taken for attention if I hadn't known him better. \"Sidney\n and Elliot escorted him down to the men's room, Captain Jackson.\"", "Elliot and Sidney, the guards, were absolutely prohibited from\n interfering in any way with a Prone's decisions. They merely had to\n follow him and give their lives to save his, if necessary.", "\"Enough of this,\" the native said sharply. \"Do you claim to be\nmy\nbrother?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" Charlie said.", "\"All beings are brothers,\" Charlie said. \"We were made blood brothers\n by your people and my people several hundred of your years ago.\"", "Before he could perform his usual pratfall, Sidney and Elliot were\n at his sides, supporting him by his thin biceps. He glared at them", "It all meant one thing to me. The reaction of the crowd had been\n spontaneous, not planned. That meant that the struggle between Charlie", "come out of it alive. After all, Elliot and Sidney were there to\n protect him. They had machine guns, flame-throwers, atomic grenades,\n and some really potent weapons. They could handle the situation. I", "I could see through the stringy, alcoholic grass fairly well and there\n were Baxter, Elliot and Sidney in the middle of a curious mob of aliens.", "defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled\n down by a spare dozen of the mob.", "Charlie and the native were both technically unconscious, but they each\n had a stranglehold on each other, with Charlie getting the worst of it.\n\n\n Bronoski pried the two of them apart.", "fouling things up. I suppose Charlie had never felt valuable to anyone\n before in his life, but at the same time it hurt him to think that he\n was valuable only because he was a misfit.", "Charlie's pale eyes narrowed as if he had just made a sudden discovery,\n perhaps about the relationship between us. \"You don't make as much", "and Sidney, with ultra-violet light. They were cold splotches of green\n fire against the rotting black peat of the jungle path. The whole dark,", "\"You did it, Charlie,\" I lied. \"You beat him fair and square.\"\nCharlie was in bed for the next few days while his grafted toes grew\n on, but he didn't seem to mind.", "I felt a little sorry for Charlie Baxter, but I was Captain of the\nHilliard\nand my job was to keep him worried and trying. The worst", "Charlie Baxter had less. Lots of things can change on a planet in fifty\n years, including its inhabitants.\nBronoski picked up Baxter's tracks and those of the two guards, Elliot" ], [ "\"All beings are brothers,\" Charlie said. \"We were made blood brothers\n by your people and my people several hundred of your years ago.\"", "It all meant one thing to me. The reaction of the crowd had been\n spontaneous, not planned. That meant that the struggle between Charlie", "We couldn't have that. We had to have Charlie acting and thinking and\n therefore making mistakes whose bad examples we could profit by.", "\"Enough of this,\" the native said sharply. \"Do you claim to be\nmy\nbrother?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" Charlie said.", "An isolated culture like that couldn't change many of its customs.\n Then Charlie shouldn't have any trouble if he stuck to the findings on\n behavior in the report. Naturally, that meant by now he had discovered\n the fatal error.", "stars often visit you in the hospital.\nCharlie Baxter was like all of the other Prones, only worse. Moran III\n was sort of an unofficial test for him and he wanted to make good. We", "I waited for the big moment when Charlie would be on his feet again\n and we could get on with the re-survey of the planet.\n\n\n \"Here goes,\" Charlie said and threw back his sheet.", "Charlie Baxter's original mistake had supplied us with the Rosetta\n Stone we needed.\n\n\n Doctor Selby told me Charlie could get up finally, so I went to his\n suite and shook hands with him as he still lay in bed.", "fouling things up. I suppose Charlie had never felt valuable to anyone\n before in his life, but at the same time it hurt him to think that he\n was valuable only because he was a misfit.", "While he roused Sidney and Elliot from their punch-drunk state, I\n examined Charlie. He had a nasty burn on his leg and two toes were\n gone. If there was an explosion anywhere around, he was bound to be in\n front of it.", "As I lay on my belly thinking, Charlie was putting up a pretty good\n fight with the stringy native. He got in a few good punches, which", "had blasted down in the black of night and were waiting for daylight to\n begin our re-survey of the planet. It was Charlie's first assignment,", "perfectly shielded. I read that before the last exploration party had\n left, they had made the Moranite natives blood brothers. Then Bronoski\n knocked me down.", "defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled\n down by a spare dozen of the mob.", "\"You did it, Charlie,\" I lied. \"You beat him fair and square.\"\nCharlie was in bed for the next few days while his grafted toes grew\n on, but he didn't seem to mind.", "inclined. He had seemed bored with the idea then, but he had come back\n for the report before leaving the ship. The envelope contained the\n exploration survey on Moran III made some fifty years before.", "The clothing of the Moranites hadn't changed much, I noticed. That was\n understandable. They had a non-mechanical civilization with scattered", "The Moranites figured we would kill each other off all except maybe\n one, whom they could handle themselves. They still had folk legends\n about the previous visit of Earthmen and they didn't trust us.", "Now maybe Bronoski and I could get him out ourselves by a direct\n approach, but Charlie would probably lose all self-confidence and sink\n down into accepting himself as an Accident Prone, a purely passive\n state.", "The natives were less formidable. They made the slight lump of fat\n Charlie had at his waist look positively indecent." ], [ "The Admiralty, however, is a very thorough group of men. Before they\n open a planet to colonization or even fraternization, they insist on\n knowing just what they are up against.", "Charlie Baxter had less. Lots of things can change on a planet in fifty\n years, including its inhabitants.\nBronoski picked up Baxter's tracks and those of the two guards, Elliot", "inclined. He had seemed bored with the idea then, but he had come back\n for the report before leaving the ship. The envelope contained the\n exploration survey on Moran III made some fifty years before.", "three Earth months. It seems a waste at first thought, but all things\n are relative. The Crystopeds of New Lichtenstein, for instance, have a\n life span of twenty thousand Terrestrial years.", "had blasted down in the black of night and were waiting for daylight to\n begin our re-survey of the planet. It was Charlie's first assignment,", "On a hunch of my own, I checked the supply lockers next to the airlock\n while Bronoski fired questions at my back. Three translator collars\n were missing. Baxter had left the spaceship and gone off into an alien\n night.", "perfectly shielded. I read that before the last exploration party had\n left, they had made the Moranite natives blood brothers. Then Bronoski\n knocked me down.", "Accident Prones can find out what is wrong with a planet as easily\n as falling off a log, which they will if there is one lonely tree on", "having a rookie Accident Prone, half-starved from the unemployment\n lines, aboard my spaceship. They are always so anxious to please. They\n remember what it is like to live in a rathole behind an apartment", "Actually, most Prones died of old age in space, which is more than\n could be said of them on Earth, where they didn't have the kind of\n protection the Service gives them.", "the whole world. A single pit of quicksand on a veritable Eden of a\n planet and a Prone will be knee-deep in it within an hour of blastdown.", "I paused and came up with my best argument. \"How would you like to\n live like an ordinary spaceman, without rare steaks and clean sheets?", "house furnace eating day-old bread and wilted vegetables, which doesn't\n compare favorably to the Admiralty-style staterooms and steak and\n caviar they draw down in the Exploration Service.", "Actually Charlie was safer in space than he would be back on Earth\n with all those cars and people. We could have told him how the Service", "for the position of Prone aboard a spaceship. He had been poor—hungry,\n cold, wet, poor—and now he had luxury of a kind almost no one had in", "The three men were just standing still, waiting for the aliens to make\n the first move. The natives looked just as worried as Charlie and his\n guards, but then that might have been their natural expression.", "Baxter swallowed and started forward to meet the alien halfway. His\n boot slipped on the wet scrub grass and I saw him do the desperate\n little dance to regain his balance that I had seen him make so many\n times; he could never stay on his feet.", "I could see through the stringy, alcoholic grass fairly well and there\n were Baxter, Elliot and Sidney in the middle of a curious mob of aliens.", "Whenever I see aliens who are so humanoid, I remember all that Sunday\n supplement stuff about the Galaxy being colonized sometime by one\n humanlike race and the Ten Lost Tribes and so forth.", "Charlie Baxter had got pretty thin on his starvation diet back on\n Earth. He had grown a slight pot belly on the good food he drew down as" ], [ "fouling things up. I suppose Charlie had never felt valuable to anyone\n before in his life, but at the same time it hurt him to think that he\n was valuable only because he was a misfit.", "\"Enough of this,\" the native said sharply. \"Do you claim to be\nmy\nbrother?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" Charlie said.", "While he roused Sidney and Elliot from their punch-drunk state, I\n examined Charlie. He had a nasty burn on his leg and two toes were\n gone. If there was an explosion anywhere around, he was bound to be in\n front of it.", "Charlie and the native were both technically unconscious, but they each\n had a stranglehold on each other, with Charlie getting the worst of it.\n\n\n Bronoski pried the two of them apart.", "\"All beings are brothers,\" Charlie said. \"We were made blood brothers\n by your people and my people several hundred of your years ago.\"", "It all meant one thing to me. The reaction of the crowd had been\n spontaneous, not planned. That meant that the struggle between Charlie", "Actually Charlie was safer in space than he would be back on Earth\n with all those cars and people. We could have told him how the Service", "I waited for the big moment when Charlie would be on his feet again\n and we could get on with the re-survey of the planet.\n\n\n \"Here goes,\" Charlie said and threw back his sheet.", "His jaw line firmed. He had gone through a lot to keep from taking such\n abject charity. \"Isn't there,\" he asked in a milder tone, \"\nany\nother\n position I could serve in on this ship, sir?\"", "Charterson jumped to Charlie's assistance while Sidney Von Elderman\n swung around to protect Charlie from the rest of the crowd.", "defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled\n down by a spare dozen of the mob.", "Sidney Charterson, who both claim to be the one—thought of calling the\n crew a Family and right away we began hitting it off famously.", "We couldn't have that. We had to have Charlie acting and thinking and\n therefore making mistakes whose bad examples we could profit by.", "As I lay on my belly thinking, Charlie was putting up a pretty good\n fight with the stringy native. He got in a few good punches, which", "An isolated culture like that couldn't change many of its customs.\n Then Charlie shouldn't have any trouble if he stuck to the findings on\n behavior in the report. Naturally, that meant by now he had discovered\n the fatal error.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Charlie mumbled.", "had blasted down in the black of night and were waiting for daylight to\n begin our re-survey of the planet. It was Charlie's first assignment,", "Charlie Baxter had got pretty thin on his starvation diet back on\n Earth. He had grown a slight pot belly on the good food he drew down as", "Charlie's words were being translated into the native language, of\n course, but Bronoski's collars and mine switched them back into", "Now maybe Bronoski and I could get him out ourselves by a direct\n approach, but Charlie would probably lose all self-confidence and sink\n down into accepting himself as an Accident Prone, a purely passive\n state." ], [ "Bronoski swung his feet off the couch and stood more or less in what I\n might have taken for attention if I hadn't known him better. \"Sidney\n and Elliot escorted him down to the men's room, Captain Jackson.\"", "I grabbed Bronoski by his puffy ear and hissed some commands into\n it. He fumbled out a book of matches and lit one for me. By the tiny", "Charlie and the native were both technically unconscious, but they each\n had a stranglehold on each other, with Charlie getting the worst of it.\n\n\n Bronoski pried the two of them apart.", "I raised my head cautiously to see if Bronoski would shove it back\n down. He didn't.", "I stifled the gurgle of rage that came into my throat and motioned\n Bronoski to follow me. The engines on the\nHilliard", "Now maybe Bronoski and I could get him out ourselves by a direct\n approach, but Charlie would probably lose all self-confidence and sink\n down into accepting himself as an Accident Prone, a purely passive\n state.", "I could fairly hear Bronoski's steel muscles preparing for battle as\n he saw his two mammoth pals go down under the press of numbers. A", "I grabbed up a translator collar and tossed one to Bronoski. Then, just\n as we were getting into the airlock, I remembered something and ran\n back to the bridge.", "\"You mean,\" I said very quietly, \"that he isn't in his own bath?\"\n\n\n \"No sir,\" Bronoski said wearily. \"He told us it was out of order.\"", "Someone said something through the door and I went inside.\n\n\n Bronoski looked at me over the top of his picture tape from where he\n lay on the sofa. No one else was in the compartment.", "perfectly shielded. I read that before the last exploration party had\n left, they had made the Moranite natives blood brothers. Then Bronoski\n knocked me down.", "Charlie's words were being translated into the native language, of\n course, but Bronoski's collars and mine switched them back into", "\"I had something more modest in mind, sir. Like being a captain.\"", "On a hunch of my own, I checked the supply lockers next to the airlock\n while Bronoski fired questions at my back. Three translator collars\n were missing. Baxter had left the spaceship and gone off into an alien\n night.", "\"Now!\" I told Bronoski.\n\n\n He ran into the clearing and found four bodies sprawled out: Charlie\n Baxter, his two guards and the native spokesman.", "Charlie Baxter had less. Lots of things can change on a planet in fifty\n years, including its inhabitants.\nBronoski picked up Baxter's tracks and those of the two guards, Elliot", "That one hurt him, but I saw I had put it to him as a challenge and\n he must have had some guilt feelings about accepting all that luxury\n for being nothing more than he was. \"I could fulfill the duties of an\n ordinary spaceman, sir.\"", "having a rookie Accident Prone, half-starved from the unemployment\n lines, aboard my spaceship. They are always so anxious to please. They\n remember what it is like to live in a rathole behind an apartment", "this, much less Baxter's bed in the next cabin. But then I am only a\n captain.", "Because if you're not our Accident Prone, you're just another crew\n member, you know.\"" ], [ "All of this is properly recorded for the next expedition in the\n Admiralty files, and if it's any consolation, high officials and screen", "I stared at him in frank amazement. \"Baxter, the only rank getting\n higher pay or more privileges than Prone is Grand Admiral of the", "The Admiralty, however, is a very thorough group of men. Before they\n open a planet to colonization or even fraternization, they insist on\n knowing just what they are up against.", "His jaw line firmed. He had gone through a lot to keep from taking such\n abject charity. \"Isn't there,\" he asked in a milder tone, \"\nany\nother\n position I could serve in on this ship, sir?\"", "were more likely\n to be out of order than the plumbing in the Accident Prone's suite. No\n effort was spared to insure comfort for the key man in the whole crew.", "I snorted. \"It takes skill and training, Baxter. Your papers entitle\n you to one position and one only anywhere—Accident Prone of a", "\"Look here, Baxter, do you like your quarters on this ship?\" I demanded.", "I thought he was at last beginning to get it. \"Yes,\" I said.\n\n\n He stood sharply to attention. \"Request transfer to position of\n Assistant Pile Driver, j.g., sir.\"", "I paused and came up with my best argument. \"How would you like to\n live like an ordinary spaceman, without rare steaks and clean sheets?", "Because if you're not our Accident Prone, you're just another crew\n member, you know.\"", "this, much less Baxter's bed in the next cabin. But then I am only a\n captain.", "house furnace eating day-old bread and wilted vegetables, which doesn't\n compare favorably to the Admiralty-style staterooms and steak and\n caviar they draw down in the Exploration Service.", "for the position of Prone aboard a spaceship. He had been poor—hungry,\n cold, wet, poor—and now he had luxury of a kind almost no one had in", "Services, a position it would take you at least fifty years to reach if\n you had the luck and brains to make it, which you haven't.\"", "having a rookie Accident Prone, half-starved from the unemployment\n lines, aboard my spaceship. They are always so anxious to please. They\n remember what it is like to live in a rathole behind an apartment", "Sidney Charterson, who both claim to be the one—thought of calling the\n crew a Family and right away we began hitting it off famously.", "\"You mean this master bedroom, the private heated swimming pool, the\n tennis court, bowling alley and all? Yes, sir, I like it.\"\n\n\n \"The Assistant Pile Driver has a cot near the fuel tanks.\"", "His clumsiness back on Earth had cost him every decent job he ever had.\n He had come all the way down the line until he was rated eligible only", "I knocked politely on his hatch and straightened my tunic. I have\n always admired the men who can look starched in a uniform. Mine always", "spaceship complement. If you refuse to do your duties in that post, you\n can only become a ward of the Galaxy.\"" ], [ "fouling things up. I suppose Charlie had never felt valuable to anyone\n before in his life, but at the same time it hurt him to think that he\n was valuable only because he was a misfit.", "We couldn't have that. We had to have Charlie acting and thinking and\n therefore making mistakes whose bad examples we could profit by.", "It all meant one thing to me. The reaction of the crowd had been\n spontaneous, not planned. That meant that the struggle between Charlie", "While he roused Sidney and Elliot from their punch-drunk state, I\n examined Charlie. He had a nasty burn on his leg and two toes were\n gone. If there was an explosion anywhere around, he was bound to be in\n front of it.", "I felt a little sorry for Charlie Baxter, but I was Captain of the\nHilliard\nand my job was to keep him worried and trying. The worst", "\"You did it, Charlie,\" I lied. \"You beat him fair and square.\"\nCharlie was in bed for the next few days while his grafted toes grew\n on, but he didn't seem to mind.", "\"Enough of this,\" the native said sharply. \"Do you claim to be\nmy\nbrother?\"\n\n\n \"Sure,\" Charlie said.", "Now maybe Bronoski and I could get him out ourselves by a direct\n approach, but Charlie would probably lose all self-confidence and sink\n down into accepting himself as an Accident Prone, a purely passive\n state.", "Charlie Baxter's original mistake had supplied us with the Rosetta\n Stone we needed.\n\n\n Doctor Selby told me Charlie could get up finally, so I went to his\n suite and shook hands with him as he still lay in bed.", "As I lay on my belly thinking, Charlie was putting up a pretty good\n fight with the stringy native. He got in a few good punches, which", "Charlie's pale eyes narrowed as if he had just made a sudden discovery,\n perhaps about the relationship between us. \"You don't make as much", "That one hurt him, but I saw I had put it to him as a challenge and\n he must have had some guilt feelings about accepting all that luxury\n for being nothing more than he was. \"I could fulfill the duties of an\n ordinary spaceman, sir.\"", "I was trying to catch both versions from Charlie. I knew he was making\n a mistake and later I wanted to be sure I knew just what it was.", "I waited for the big moment when Charlie would be on his feet again\n and we could get on with the re-survey of the planet.\n\n\n \"Here goes,\" Charlie said and threw back his sheet.", "\"All beings are brothers,\" Charlie said. \"We were made blood brothers\n by your people and my people several hundred of your years ago.\"", "defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled\n down by a spare dozen of the mob.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Charlie mumbled.", "Charlie Baxter had got pretty thin on his starvation diet back on\n Earth. He had grown a slight pot belly on the good food he drew down as", "An isolated culture like that couldn't change many of its customs.\n Then Charlie shouldn't have any trouble if he stuck to the findings on\n behavior in the report. Naturally, that meant by now he had discovered\n the fatal error.", "was supposed to do. But he couldn't lick that doubt of himself that had\n been ground into him since birth and there he was, in trouble as always." ] ]

[ "How did Butt come aboard the spaceship?", "What can be said about the security cameras on board the ship?", "How many times does Ferdinand visit with Butt?", "What seems to be the consensus on Earth towards who gets positions of power in the government?", "How does Ferdinand relate to his sister?", "How does Butt view the people of Earth?", "What did Ferdinand’s sister think of his interactions with Butt?", "What was the relationship like between Ferdinand and the man from Venus?" ]

[ [ "His actions on Earth led him to be deported on the ship", "He had a fake passport", "He was able to travel freely between Earth and Venus", "He was assisted by unnamed parties" ], [ "They were ineffectual or not present in some areas", "The publicly accessible security camera footage did Ferdinand in", "They were very accurate to have detected Ferdinand’s small figure slinking along the corridor walls", "They were equipped with facial recognition to detect stowaways" ], [ "They only visit through a computer screen, never in person", "Once alone and once with his sister", "Many times over the journey", "Three times" ], [ "There will be one government that controls all or Earth, to be filled equally with men and women", "An equal division in government leads to an appropriate amount of balance to avoid political disaster", "They are still trying to figure out the appropriate divisions", "Men had acted such a way in powerful positions that the planet had to remove them all from power in order to stop it from destroying itself" ], [ "He never keeps secrets from her and she trusts him completely because of it", "He feels close to her as a sibling, but yearns for a father figure", "He knows that she deliberately doesn’t teach him about politics to keep him naive", "He feels protective of her and she appreciates his consideration" ], [ "He can’t understand what they still live on the planet", "He thinks they would all do well to migrate to Venus to support their development", "He thinks they have a superior system to Venus", "He thinks the system is backwards to how he would like to live" ], [ "She was appreciative that he happened to find her the perfect husband she was looking for", "She was disgusted that her brother was indoctrinated with his opinions", "She preferred they could meet more openly, but supported them as new acquaintances", "She was supportive that he was making friends since she was soon to be married" ], [ "Ferdinand never felt truly trusting of him, although he didn’t appear so outwardly", "The man from Venus was a crew member on the ship, so Ferdinand struck up conversation immediately to learn about the machinery", "Ferdinand was hungry for the companionship he provided and this was reciprocated", "The man from Venus lured Ferdinand into meeting with him" ] ]

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[ [ "The door opened on the signal, \"Sesame.\" When Butt saw somebody was\n with me, he jumped and the ten-inch blaster barrel grew out of his\n fingers. Then he recognized Sis from the pictures.", "Butt laughed slowly and carefully as if he were going over each word.\n \"Wonder if all the anura talk like that. And\nyou\nwant to foul up\n Venus.\"", "\"In the event of disaster affecting the oxygen content of\n companionway,\" they had the words etched into the glass, \"break glass\n with hammer upon wall, remove spacesuit and proceed to don it in the\n following fashion.\"", "the crossway into an airtight fit in case a meteor or something smashed\n into the ship. And all along there were glass cases with spacesuits\n standing in them, like those knights they used to have back in the", "Butt Lee Brown explained the workings of his blaster, explained it\n so carefully that I could name every part and tell what it did from\n the tiny round electrodes to the long spirals of transformer. But no", "\"Sure I knew. Also know that if I'm picked up as a stowaway, I'll be\n sent back to Earth to serve out those fancy little sentences.\"", "I'd studied all that out in our cabin, long before we'd lifted, on\n the transparent model of the ship hanging like a big cigar from the", "\"Yes,\" she said bitterly. \"You had this boy steal fresh fruit for you.\n I suppose you didn't know that under space regulations that makes him\n equally guilty?\"", "He chuckled and swung me up into one of the bunks that lined the\n lifeboat. \"Questions you ask,\" he said in his soft voice. \"Venus is a", "The stranger nodded violently. \"Not on Earth, he isn't. Those busybody\n anura make sure of that. What a place! Suffering gridniks, I had a\n bellyful!\"", "I walked up close to where I could see the tiny bright copper coils of\n the blaster above the firing button. \"Have you killed a lot of men with\n that, Mr. Butt?\"", "There wasn't anyone on the deck, as far as I could see. And this\n distance from the grav helix, the ship seemed mighty quiet and lonely.\n If I just took one quick look....", "\"Well, after the funeral, there was a little money, so Sis decided we\n might as well use it to migrate. There was no future for her on Earth,\n she figured. You know, the three-out-of-four.\"", "in the ship's\n library. The books there have been censored by a government agent of\n Earth against the possibility that they might be read by susceptible", "!\nIt was hard to believe I was traveling in space at last. Ahead and\n behind me, all the way up to where the companionway curved in out", "Twenty minutes after we lifted from the Sahara Spaceport, I wriggled\n out of my acceleration hammock and started for the door of our cabin.", "must be on the other side of the ship or behind us. I pressed my nose\n against the port and saw the tiny flicker of a spaceliner taking off,\n Marsbound. I wished I was on that one!", "explanation, but he had taken a couple of his big strides and was in\n the control section with Sis. She didn't give ground, though; I'll say", "\"Butt. Just plain Butt to you, Ford.\" He frowned and sighted at\n the light globe. \"No more'n twelve—not counting five government", "\"Technically, Ferdinand, I'm the only passenger in our family. You\n can't be one, because, not being a citizen, you can't acquire an Earth" ], [ "And all the time I was alone. That was the best part.\nThen I passed Deck Twelve and there was a big sign. \"Notice! Passengers\n not permitted past this point!\" A big sign in red.", "I peeked around the corner. I knew it—the next deck was the hull. I\n could see the portholes. Every twelve feet, they were, filled with the", "\"The passengers on this ship are all female. I can't imagine any of\n them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has", "Then I noticed, a little farther down the companionway, a stretch of\n blank wall where there should have been portholes. High up on the", "in the ship's\n library. The books there have been censored by a government agent of\n Earth against the possibility that they might be read by susceptible", "There wasn't anyone on the deck, as far as I could see. And this\n distance from the grav helix, the ship seemed mighty quiet and lonely.\n If I just took one quick look....", "I tore down the corridor. Most of the cabins had purple lights on in\n front of the doors, showing that the girls were still inside their", "I bounced once on the hard lifeboat floor. Before I got my breath and\n sat up, the door had been shut again. When the light came on, I found", "I'd studied all that out in our cabin, long before we'd lifted, on\n the transparent model of the ship hanging like a big cigar from the", "Another one of those signs.\nI crept up to the porthole nearest it and could just barely make out", "\"In the event of disaster affecting the oxygen content of\n companionway,\" they had the words etched into the glass, \"break glass\n with hammer upon wall, remove spacesuit and proceed to don it in the\n following fashion.\"", "the crossway into an airtight fit in case a meteor or something smashed\n into the ship. And all along there were glass cases with spacesuits\n standing in them, like those knights they used to have back in the", "So when I came to the crossway, I stopped for a second, then turned\n left. To the right, see, there was Deck Four, then Deck Three, leading", "wall in glowing red letters were the words, \"Lifeboat 47. Passengers:\n Thirty-two. Crew: Eleven. Unauthorized personnel keep away!\"", "when it's happy and oiled. But to the left, the crossway led all the\n way to the outside level which ran just under the hull. There were\n portholes on the hull.", "Still, it was pretty exciting to press my nose against the slots in the\n wall and see the sliding panels that could come charging out and block", "ceiling. Sis had studied it too, but she was looking for places like\n the dining salon and the library and Lifeboat 68 where we should go in\n case of emergency. I looked for the", "crime of traveling without a visa, and the criminal one of stowing away\n without paying your fare, but the moral delinquency of consuming stores\n intended for the personnel of this ship solely in emergency?\"", "The door opened on the signal, \"Sesame.\" When Butt saw somebody was\n with me, he jumped and the ten-inch blaster barrel grew out of his\n fingers. Then he recognized Sis from the pictures.", "\"Sure I knew. Also know that if I'm picked up as a stowaway, I'll be\n sent back to Earth to serve out those fancy little sentences.\"" ], [ "\"Ferdinand your label? That's not right for a sprouting tadpole. I'll\n call you Ford. My name's Butt. Butt Lee Brown.\"", "\"Nobody!\nNobody!\n\"\n\n\n \"Ferdinand, there's no point in lying! I demand—\"", "\"Butt. Just plain Butt to you, Ford.\" He frowned and sighted at\n the light globe. \"No more'n twelve—not counting five government", "\"I told you, Sis. I told you! And don't call me Ferdinand. Call me\n Ford.\"\n\n\n \"Ford?\nFord?\nNow, you listen to me, Ferdinand....\"", "\"What is this picture of me doing in your pocket, Ferdinand?\"\n\n\n A trap seemed to be hinging noisily into place. \"One of the passengers\n wanted to see how you looked in a bathing suit.\"", "government and don't have the vaguest idea how to. Except, of course,\n in their ancient, bloody ways. Ferdinand, who has been perverting that\n sunny and carefree soul of yours?\"", "\"Now you be careful, Ferdinand,\" Sis called after me as she opened a\n book called\nFamily Problems of the Frontier Woman\n. \"Remember you're\n a nice boy. Don't make me ashamed of you.\"", "\"You're going to\ntell\n, Ferdinand, what evil, criminal male is\n speaking through your mouth!\"\n\n\n \"Nobody!\" I insisted. \"They're my own ideas!\"", "I held out my hand the way Sis had taught me. \"My name is Ferdinand\n Sparling. I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr.—Mr.—\"", "\"The passengers on this ship are all female. I can't imagine any of\n them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has", "The door opened on the signal, \"Sesame.\" When Butt saw somebody was\n with me, he jumped and the ten-inch blaster barrel grew out of his\n fingers. Then he recognized Sis from the pictures.", "Butt laughed slowly and carefully as if he were going over each word.\n \"Wonder if all the anura talk like that. And\nyou\nwant to foul up\n Venus.\"", "now—\"\nHe had just begun to work into a wonderful anecdote about his brother\n when the dinner gong rang. Butt told me to scat. He said I was a", "\"Ferdinand,\" Sis said, \"let's go back to our cabin.\"", "I walked up close to where I could see the tiny bright copper coils of\n the blaster above the firing button. \"Have you killed a lot of men with\n that, Mr. Butt?\"", "rest because I was a foreigner and uneducated.\" His eyes grew dark for\n a moment. He chuckled again. \"But I wasn't going to serve all those", "\"You had a lot of brothers, Mr. Butt?\"", "\"Technically, Ferdinand, I'm the only passenger in our family. You\n can't be one, because, not being a citizen, you can't acquire an Earth", "\"Does it, now?\" she said, looking at me as if I were beginning to grow\n a second pair of ears. \"Tell me more.\"", "\"An honor, Miss Sparling,\" he said in that rumbly voice. \"Please come\n right in. There's a hurry-up draft.\"" ], [ "\"We haven't done so badly on Earth, after the mess you men made of\n politics. It needed a revolution of the mothers before—\"\n\n\n \"Needed nothing. Everyone wanted peace. Earth is a weary old world.\"", "in the ship's\n library. The books there have been censored by a government agent of\n Earth against the possibility that they might be read by susceptible", "Well! Didn't I know from my civics class that only women could be Earth\n Citizens these days? Sure, ever since the Male Desuffrage Act. And", "The stranger nodded violently. \"Not on Earth, he isn't. Those busybody\n anura make sure of that. What a place! Suffering gridniks, I had a\n bellyful!\"", "\"Well, after the funeral, there was a little money, so Sis decided we\n might as well use it to migrate. There was no future for her on Earth,\n she figured. You know, the three-out-of-four.\"", "over the Earth altogether. But not for some men and most boys!\nI've always said that even if Sis is seven years older than me—and a", "entirely masculine boredom with political philosophy. I plan to have a\n government career on that new planet you talk about, Ferdinand—after\n I have found a good, steady husband, of course—and I don't look", "government and don't have the vaguest idea how to. Except, of course,\n in their ancient, bloody ways. Ferdinand, who has been perverting that\n sunny and carefree soul of yours?\"", "or get no good from the radioactivity. Then the best men went to the\n planets, Sis says, until by now even if a woman can scrounge a personal\n husband, he's not much to boast about.\"", "The moment he landed on Earth he was in trouble. He didn't know he had\n to register at a government-operated hotel for transient males; he", "\"You can't have meek, law-abiding, women-ruled men when you start\n civilization on a new planet. You've got to have men who aren't afraid", "speculators. Contrary to belief on Earth, the traffic has been growing\n in recent years. In fact—\"", "islands; he had decided to go to Earth where there was supposed to be a\n surplus. Naturally, having been born and brought up on a very primitive", "\"Technically, Ferdinand, I'm the only passenger in our family. You\n can't be one, because, not being a citizen, you can't acquire an Earth", "\"They're trappers and farmers, pioneers and explorers, who're building\n Venus. And it takes a real man to build on a hot, hungry hell like\n Venus.\"", "\"The three-out-of-four. No more than three women out of every four on\n Earth can expect to find husbands. Not enough men to go around. Way", "The moment she sat me down and walked slowly around me, I knew I was\n in for it. \"I've been reading up on Venusian geography in the ship's\n library,\" I told her in a hurry.", "\"Sure I knew. Also know that if I'm picked up as a stowaway, I'll be\n sent back to Earth to serve out those fancy little sentences.\"", "He waved his hands at her impatiently. \"I'm not talking law, female;\n I'm talking sense. Listen! I'm in trouble because I went to Earth to", "\"Well, in Undersea we called foreigners and newcomers drylegs. Just\n like on Venus, I guess, you call them dryhorns.\" And then I told him" ], [ "\"I told you, Sis. I told you! And don't call me Ferdinand. Call me\n Ford.\"\n\n\n \"Ford?\nFord?\nNow, you listen to me, Ferdinand....\"", "\"Now you be careful, Ferdinand,\" Sis called after me as she opened a\n book called\nFamily Problems of the Frontier Woman\n. \"Remember you're\n a nice boy. Don't make me ashamed of you.\"", "government and don't have the vaguest idea how to. Except, of course,\n in their ancient, bloody ways. Ferdinand, who has been perverting that\n sunny and carefree soul of yours?\"", "\"Nobody!\nNobody!\n\"\n\n\n \"Ferdinand, there's no point in lying! I demand—\"", "\"Ferdinand,\" Sis said, \"let's go back to our cabin.\"", "\"You're going to\ntell\n, Ferdinand, what evil, criminal male is\n speaking through your mouth!\"\n\n\n \"Nobody!\" I insisted. \"They're my own ideas!\"", "\"The passengers on this ship are all female. I can't imagine any of\n them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has", "I held out my hand the way Sis had taught me. \"My name is Ferdinand\n Sparling. I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr.—Mr.—\"", "\"What is this picture of me doing in your pocket, Ferdinand?\"\n\n\n A trap seemed to be hinging noisily into place. \"One of the passengers\n wanted to see how you looked in a bathing suit.\"", "explanation, but he had taken a couple of his big strides and was in\n the control section with Sis. She didn't give ground, though; I'll say", "told him how Sis and I had been born there and spent half our childhood\n listening to the pressure pumps. He raised his eyebrows and looked\n disgusted when I told how Mom, as Undersea representative on the World", "\"Ferdinand your label? That's not right for a sprouting tadpole. I'll\n call you Ford. My name's Butt. Butt Lee Brown.\"", "forward to a masculinist radical in the family. Now, who has been\n filling your head with all this nonsense?\"\nI was sweating. Sis has that deadly bulldog approach when she feels", "other girls who were going to Venus for husbands talked to each other\n during the lecture, but not\nmy\nsister! She hung on every word, took", "his biceps, \"that sister. She ever....\"", "\"I don't have a father to give me one when I come of age. I don't even\n have an older brother as head of my family like your brother Labrador.\n All I have is Sis. And\nshe\n—\"", "\"No, Sis, he didn't,\" I was beginning to argue. \"All he wanted—\"", "\"Does it, now?\" she said, looking at me as if I were beginning to grow\n a second pair of ears. \"Tell me more.\"", "After that it was all over but the confession. That came in a few\n moments. I couldn't fool Sis. She just knew me too well, I decided\n miserably. Besides, she was a girl.", "over the Earth altogether. But not for some men and most boys!\nI've always said that even if Sis is seven years older than me—and a" ], [ "Butt laughed slowly and carefully as if he were going over each word.\n \"Wonder if all the anura talk like that. And\nyou\nwant to foul up\n Venus.\"", "The stranger nodded violently. \"Not on Earth, he isn't. Those busybody\n anura make sure of that. What a place! Suffering gridniks, I had a\n bellyful!\"", "\"We haven't done so badly on Earth, after the mess you men made of\n politics. It needed a revolution of the mothers before—\"\n\n\n \"Needed nothing. Everyone wanted peace. Earth is a weary old world.\"", "over the Earth altogether. But not for some men and most boys!\nI've always said that even if Sis is seven years older than me—and a", "He waved his hands at her impatiently. \"I'm not talking law, female;\n I'm talking sense. Listen! I'm in trouble because I went to Earth to", "The door opened on the signal, \"Sesame.\" When Butt saw somebody was\n with me, he jumped and the ten-inch blaster barrel grew out of his\n fingers. Then he recognized Sis from the pictures.", "\"They're trappers and farmers, pioneers and explorers, who're building\n Venus. And it takes a real man to build on a hot, hungry hell like\n Venus.\"", "\"Butt. Just plain Butt to you, Ford.\" He frowned and sighted at\n the light globe. \"No more'n twelve—not counting five government", "or get no good from the radioactivity. Then the best men went to the\n planets, Sis says, until by now even if a woman can scrounge a personal\n husband, he's not much to boast about.\"", "islands; he had decided to go to Earth where there was supposed to be a\n surplus. Naturally, having been born and brought up on a very primitive", "Butt Lee Brown explained the workings of his blaster, explained it\n so carefully that I could name every part and tell what it did from\n the tiny round electrodes to the long spirals of transformer. But no", "\"Well, after the funeral, there was a little money, so Sis decided we\n might as well use it to migrate. There was no future for her on Earth,\n she figured. You know, the three-out-of-four.\"", "\"Well, in Undersea we called foreigners and newcomers drylegs. Just\n like on Venus, I guess, you call them dryhorns.\" And then I told him", "I walked up close to where I could see the tiny bright copper coils of\n the blaster above the firing button. \"Have you killed a lot of men with\n that, Mr. Butt?\"", "\"Flatfolk are the Venusian natives, aren't they? Are you a Venusian?\n What part of Venus do you come from? Why did you say you hope—\"", "speculators. Contrary to belief on Earth, the traffic has been growing\n in recent years. In fact—\"", "in the ship's\n library. The books there have been censored by a government agent of\n Earth against the possibility that they might be read by susceptible", "\"Technically, Ferdinand, I'm the only passenger in our family. You\n can't be one, because, not being a citizen, you can't acquire an Earth", "He told me about it. Women were scarce on Venus, and he hadn't been\n able to find any who were willing to come out to his lonely little", "The moment he landed on Earth he was in trouble. He didn't know he had\n to register at a government-operated hotel for transient males; he" ], [ "\"I told you, Sis. I told you! And don't call me Ferdinand. Call me\n Ford.\"\n\n\n \"Ford?\nFord?\nNow, you listen to me, Ferdinand....\"", "\"Now you be careful, Ferdinand,\" Sis called after me as she opened a\n book called\nFamily Problems of the Frontier Woman\n. \"Remember you're\n a nice boy. Don't make me ashamed of you.\"", "\"Ferdinand your label? That's not right for a sprouting tadpole. I'll\n call you Ford. My name's Butt. Butt Lee Brown.\"", "\"Nobody!\nNobody!\n\"\n\n\n \"Ferdinand, there's no point in lying! I demand—\"", "government and don't have the vaguest idea how to. Except, of course,\n in their ancient, bloody ways. Ferdinand, who has been perverting that\n sunny and carefree soul of yours?\"", "\"You're going to\ntell\n, Ferdinand, what evil, criminal male is\n speaking through your mouth!\"\n\n\n \"Nobody!\" I insisted. \"They're my own ideas!\"", "\"Does it, now?\" she said, looking at me as if I were beginning to grow\n a second pair of ears. \"Tell me more.\"", "\"What is this picture of me doing in your pocket, Ferdinand?\"\n\n\n A trap seemed to be hinging noisily into place. \"One of the passengers\n wanted to see how you looked in a bathing suit.\"", "The door opened on the signal, \"Sesame.\" When Butt saw somebody was\n with me, he jumped and the ten-inch blaster barrel grew out of his\n fingers. Then he recognized Sis from the pictures.", "I held out my hand the way Sis had taught me. \"My name is Ferdinand\n Sparling. I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr.—Mr.—\"", "\"Ferdinand,\" Sis said, \"let's go back to our cabin.\"", "explanation, but he had taken a couple of his big strides and was in\n the control section with Sis. She didn't give ground, though; I'll say", "After that it was all over but the confession. That came in a few\n moments. I couldn't fool Sis. She just knew me too well, I decided\n miserably. Besides, she was a girl.", "Butt laughed slowly and carefully as if he were going over each word.\n \"Wonder if all the anura talk like that. And\nyou\nwant to foul up\n Venus.\"", "\"The passengers on this ship are all female. I can't imagine any of\n them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has", "All the same, I wouldn't get Mr. Butt Lee Brown into trouble if I could\n help it. I made Sis promise she wouldn't turn him in if I took her to", "other girls who were going to Venus for husbands talked to each other\n during the lecture, but not\nmy\nsister! She hung on every word, took", "But Sis was the only one who took notes, and she didn't take that one.\n She stared at me for a moment, biting her lower lip thoughtfully, while", "now—\"\nHe had just begun to work into a wonderful anecdote about his brother\n when the dinner gong rang. Butt told me to scat. He said I was a", "his biceps, \"that sister. She ever....\"" ], [ "\"I told you, Sis. I told you! And don't call me Ferdinand. Call me\n Ford.\"\n\n\n \"Ford?\nFord?\nNow, you listen to me, Ferdinand....\"", "\"Nobody!\nNobody!\n\"\n\n\n \"Ferdinand, there's no point in lying! I demand—\"", "\"The passengers on this ship are all female. I can't imagine any of\n them that curious about my appearance. Ferdinand, it's a man who has", "government and don't have the vaguest idea how to. Except, of course,\n in their ancient, bloody ways. Ferdinand, who has been perverting that\n sunny and carefree soul of yours?\"", "\"You're going to\ntell\n, Ferdinand, what evil, criminal male is\n speaking through your mouth!\"\n\n\n \"Nobody!\" I insisted. \"They're my own ideas!\"", "\"What is this picture of me doing in your pocket, Ferdinand?\"\n\n\n A trap seemed to be hinging noisily into place. \"One of the passengers\n wanted to see how you looked in a bathing suit.\"", "He chuckled and swung me up into one of the bunks that lined the\n lifeboat. \"Questions you ask,\" he said in his soft voice. \"Venus is a", "I held out my hand the way Sis had taught me. \"My name is Ferdinand\n Sparling. I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr.—Mr.—\"", "\"Now you be careful, Ferdinand,\" Sis called after me as she opened a\n book called\nFamily Problems of the Frontier Woman\n. \"Remember you're\n a nice boy. Don't make me ashamed of you.\"", "\"They're trappers and farmers, pioneers and explorers, who're building\n Venus. And it takes a real man to build on a hot, hungry hell like\n Venus.\"", "\"Ferdinand your label? That's not right for a sprouting tadpole. I'll\n call you Ford. My name's Butt. Butt Lee Brown.\"", "Venus Is a Man's World\nBY WILLIAM TENN\n\n\n Illustrated by GENE FAWCETTE\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "He told me about it. Women were scarce on Venus, and he hadn't been\n able to find any who were willing to come out to his lonely little", "The moment she sat me down and walked slowly around me, I knew I was\n in for it. \"I've been reading up on Venusian geography in the ship's\n library,\" I told her in a hurry.", "The stranger nodded violently. \"Not on Earth, he isn't. Those busybody\n anura make sure of that. What a place! Suffering gridniks, I had a\n bellyful!\"", "Butt laughed slowly and carefully as if he were going over each word.\n \"Wonder if all the anura talk like that. And\nyou\nwant to foul up\n Venus.\"", "\"Ferdinand,\" Sis said, \"let's go back to our cabin.\"", "\"Technically, Ferdinand, I'm the only passenger in our family. You\n can't be one, because, not being a citizen, you can't acquire an Earth", "\"Flatfolk are the Venusian natives, aren't they? Are you a Venusian?\n What part of Venus do you come from? Why did you say you hope—\"", "other girls who were going to Venus for husbands talked to each other\n during the lecture, but not\nmy\nsister! She hung on every word, took" ] ]

[ "Are there clear solutions for the problems that the author discusses?", "What does the author think about the system of government in Belgium?", "What time period is this article likely written in based on its content?", "What is the significance of architecture to the arguments?", "What are some of the positive aspects the author highlights?", "What are the sources the author uses for the article?", "Where does the author write their experience from?", "What level of depth does the author provide on the subjects they use to make their case?", "What are the general topics the author uses to make their case?", "How does the author’s tone shift over the course of the story?" ]

[ [ "There is a clear solution for the management of waste that was proposed", "There could be free solutions to most of the problems", "They are very multi-faceted problems that couldn’t easily be solved", "The author writes about several types of solution to each criticism they raise" ], [ "They support the decisions the government has had to make to preserve the environment at the expense of new roads", "They wonder when there will be a turning point to corrupt the government that they can’t think of a prior time having suffered corruption", "They don’t think they function well, and that they have overregulated business", "They think it is the best way to move into the future" ], [ "1990s", "1980s", "2000s", "2010s" ], [ "The author believes the EU is taking over Belgium’s historical buildings with new architectural projects", "The author compares the EU to architects as an analogy", "The author thinks that how money is being spent on government buildings is a waste", "The author is an architect themselves and notice many examples to make their case through the story" ], [ "There are no blatant positives discussed", "The streamlining of nations under the European Union", "The move to have one currency across Europe", "The apparent good will of the people staffing the headquarter building" ], [ "Likely some news reporting, plus personal experience in the culture and economy", "Only personal experience and interviews", "Economists that have studied the EU as their life’s work", "They cite several government publications" ], [ "They are located in Italy", "They explain their upbringing in Canada", "They mention being in Belgium themselves", "They mention being from the USA" ], [ "Language is really the only thing covered in any depth", "A broad, but not very deep assessment", "They provide the reader with deeper arguments about the monetary system and striking tendencies than anything else", "They provide deep, explanatory statistics to most arguments" ], [ "Corruption, fraud, mistrust, espionage", "Culture, consumer spending, politics, language, corruption, telecommunications", "Political platforms, language, telecommunications, Trains", "Consumer spending, language, public strikes, acts of war" ], [ "They remain steadfastly supportive to the EU", "They remain steadfastly in opposition to their subject", "They start out hopeful and are slowly dismayed with further findings", "Desolate to begin with, shifting to the glimmers of promising results to come" ] ]

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