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[ "What is the relationship between the humans and the Belphins?", "What genre is the story?", "What is Corisande’s secret weapon?", "What is a good description of Ludovick at the beginning of the story?", "What is a good description of Ludovick at the end of the story?", "Who are the Belphins?" ]

[ [ "The Belphins made the humans their servants. ", "The humans made the Belphins their servants. ", "The Belphins rule over the humans. ", "The humans rule over the Belphins. " ], [ "Realistic Fiction", "Horror", "Dystopian", "Romance" ], [ "She uses Ludovick's obedient nature and moral character to trick him into going into the Blue Tower. ", "She uses Ludovick's poetry to convince others to join her cause. ", "A virus to make the Belphin robots malfunction. ", "The love between Corisande and Ludovick. " ], [ "Ludovick is a famous poet in the beginning. ", "Ludovick is naive and good-natured in the beginning. ", "Ludovick is suspicious in the beginning. ", "Ludovick is happy, but brain-washed. " ], [ "Ludovick is a hero in the end. ", "Ludovick is in love in the end. ", "Ludovick is a revolutionary in the end. ", "Ludovick is unhappy and cruel in the end. " ], [ "The royal family.", "Politicians ", "An alien race", "Robots" ] ]

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[ [ "The Belphin appeared to think for a minute. Then he gave off a smile. \"Oh, them,\" he said. \"We know. They are harmless.\"", "\"Everything about us is wonderful,\" the Belphin said noncommittally. \"That's why we're so good to you people. Be happy!\" And he was off.", "Without giving the creature a chance to answer, he strode forward. The Belphin attempted to bar his way. Ludovick knew one Belphin was a myriad times as strong as a human, so it was out of utter futility that he struck.", "\"Of course they have their own source of power,\" Ludovick informed them, smiling to himself, for his old Belphin teacher had taken great care to instill a sense of humor into him. \"A Belphin was explaining that to me only today.\"", "reach The Belphin of Belphins. No human being had ever", "\"Aloof,\" he corrected her, \"as befits a ruling race. But always affable.\"\n\n\n \"You must warn as many Belphins as you can.\"", "Belphin would be able to explain things to him.", "\"Please, young man——\" the Belphin began. \"You don't understand. Let me explain.\"", "Belphin of Belphins dwelt, in constant communication with every member", "Suddenly this particular Belphin lost his commanding manners. He began to wilt, insofar as so rigidly constructed a creature could go limp. \"Please, we've done so much for you. Do this for us.\"", "\"The Belphin of Belphins did things for us,\" Ludovick countered. \"You are all only his followers. How do I know you are\nreally\nfollowing him? How do I know you haven't turned against him?\"", "Only the Belphins were much in evidence. Only the Belphins had duties to perform. Only the Belphins worked.", "presumably The Belphin of Belphins. But we don't know", "At last he gave up and wandered about the city for hours, speaking to neither human nor Belphin, wondering what to do. That is, he knew what he had to do; he was wondering", "TOWER\nBy EVELYN E. SMITH\nAs the vastly advanced guardians of mankind, the Belphins knew how to make a lesson stick—but whom?", "\"Tell us, dear boy,\" the uncle said, grabbing Ludovick's glass from the plinth and filling it, \"what exactly did he say?\"\n\n\n \"He said the Belphins rule through the power of love.\"", "had lived in apparent content under the Belphins, accepting what", "before the Belphins came from the stars. Men were destroying", ",\" the Belphin said, gazing reverently across the city to", "you know, because we can hardly expect the Belphins to" ], [ "Bless her, he thought emotionally. Even in the midst of her plotting, she had time to spare a kind word for him. And then it hit him:\nshe, too, was a plotter\n.", "Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS\nTranscriber's Note:", "\"Tell us, dear boy,\" the uncle said, grabbing Ludovick's glass from the plinth and filling it, \"what exactly did he say?\"\n\n\n \"He said the Belphins rule through the power of love.\"", "This etext was produced from Galaxy, February, 1958. Extensive research did not reveal any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.", "Without giving the creature a chance to answer, he strode forward. The Belphin attempted to bar his way. Ludovick knew one Belphin was a myriad times as strong as a human, so it was out of utter futility that he struck.", "\"There's someone outside!\" the uncle declared, half-rising.\n\n\n \"Nonsense!\" Corisande said, putting her hand on his shoulder. \"I didn't hear anything.\"", "\"We come from beyond the stars,\" he said. Ludovick already knew that; he had hoped for something a little more specific. \"We were placed in power by those who had the right. And the power through which we rule is the power of love! Be happy!\"", "At that moment, Ludovick stumbled over a jug which some careless relative had apparently left lying about the courtyard. It crashed to the tesserae, spattering Ludovick's legs and sandals with a liquid which later proved to be extremely red wine.", "\"It's not the stuff they bring in from outside that runs this technology,\" the uncle said. \"It's some power they've got that we can't seem to figure out. Though Lord knows we've tried,\" he added musingly.", "Now that the amenities were over, she resumed, \"Against my will, I have been involved in the family plot. My uncle has invented a secret weapon which he believes will counteract the power of the barriers.\"", "Ludovick packed his portable scriptwriter in its case and went to call on the girl next door, whom he loved with a deep and intermittently requited passion.", "And with that conventional farewell (which also served as a greeting), he stepped onto the sidewalk and was borne off. Ludovick looked after him pensively for a moment, then shrugged. Why", "\"That was good of you.\" She continued in a warmer tone: \"How many Belphins did you warn, then?\"\n\n\n \"Just one. When you tell one something, you tell them all. You know that. Everyone knows that.\"", "At last he gave up and wandered about the city for hours, speaking to neither human nor Belphin, wondering what to do. That is, he knew what he had to do; he was wondering", "TOWER\nBy EVELYN E. SMITH\nAs the vastly advanced guardians of mankind, the Belphins knew how to make a lesson stick—but whom?", "Corisande and the uncle exchanged glances. \"But they are absolutely blank,\" the uncle began hesitantly. \"Perhaps, with your rich poetic imagination....\"", "\"I wish to report a conspiracy at No. 7 Mimosa Lane,\" he said. \"The girl is innocent, but the others are in it to the hilt.\"", "\"And I suppose it was love that killed Mieczyslaw and George when they tried to storm the Blue Tower——\" old Osmond began, then halted at the looks he was getting from everybody.", "atmosphere—and that the others are a sort of robot he", "arms. He was the last of his race, so far" ], [ "Corisande gave a rippling laugh as she twirled her glittering pendant. \"In a manner of speaking,\" she said. \"I have an idea for a secret weapon which might do the trick——\"", "In the second place, Ludovick could never forget that, when Corisande had sent him to the Blue Tower, she could not have been sure that her secret weapon would work. Love might\nnot", "He knew it was his patriotic duty to do as she said; still, he had enjoyed life so much. \"Corisande, wouldn't it be much simpler if we just destroyed your uncle's secret weapon?\"", "\"Corisande,\" he murmured, \"you are as noble and clever as you are beautiful.\"\nThen he caught the full import of her remarks. \"\nMe!\nBut they won't pay any attention to me!\"", "for Corisande's sake. \"Look here, old man, I have", "\"There's someone outside!\" the uncle declared, half-rising.\n\n\n \"Nonsense!\" Corisande said, putting her hand on his shoulder. \"I didn't hear anything.\"", "He lay down to sleep that night beset by doubts. If he told the Belphins about the conspiracy, he would be betraying Corisande. As a matter of fact, he now remembered, he", "The uncle looked dubious, and Ludovick thought it prudent to withdraw at this point. Besides, he had heard enough. Corisande—his Corisande—was an integral part of the conspiracy.", "Corisande gave one of the rippling laughs he was to grow to hate so much. \"Darling,\nyou", "that Corisande handed him from one of the dishes of", "\"Corisande....\" he breathed.\n\n\n \"Ludovick....\" she sighed.", ".\"\nHe turned to the girl, who was looking thoughtful as she stroked the glittering jewel that always hung at her neck. \"Corisande, how can you stay with these—\" he found another word—\"these", "\"No, Corisande,\" he sighed. \"I can't let you go. I'll do it.\"", "to politics, because he had a lurking notion that Corisande's", "Corisande and the uncle exchanged glances. \"But they are absolutely blank,\" the uncle began hesitantly. \"Perhaps, with your rich poetic imagination....\"", "\"They've taken away our frontiers!\"\n\n\n Behind his back, Corisande made a little filial face at Ludovick.", "much feasting, he was married to Corisande.", "them, how could he give Corisande up to them?", "Now that the amenities were over, she resumed, \"Against my will, I have been involved in the family plot. My uncle has invented a secret weapon which he believes will counteract the power of the barriers.\"", "Dictator of Earth, Ludovick poisoned Corisande—that is, had her" ], [ "\"Ludovick,\" a soft, beloved voice whispered, \"I have", "As Ludovick writhed restlessly upon his bed, he became aware that someone had come into his chamber.", "And with that conventional farewell (which also served as a greeting), he stepped onto the sidewalk and was borne off. Ludovick looked after him pensively for a moment, then shrugged. Why", "you. Come on, Ludovick, be a man.\" So they", "\"But we\nare\nfree,\" Ludovick said, perplexed. \"We can say what we like, do what we like, so long as it is consonant with the public good.\"", "Ludovick tried to make the old man see reason. \"But I'm happy. And everybody is happy, except—except a few\nkilljoys\nlike you.\"", "But all Ludovick knew was that he had to", "At that moment, Ludovick stumbled over a jug which some careless relative had apparently left lying about the courtyard. It crashed to the tesserae, spattering Ludovick's legs and sandals with a liquid which later proved to be extremely red wine.", "Ludovick could no longer pretend his neighbors were a group of eccentrics whom he himself was eccentric enough to regard as charming.", "\"If the status quo is a good status quo,\" Ludovick said uneasily, for he did not like to discuss such subjects, \"why should I not accept it? We have everything we could possibly want. What do we lack?\"", "But Ludovick could not be happy. He wasn't precisely", "could not work.\" Ludovick had to bend low to hear", "grandfather. Ludovick was sure that, underneath his crustiness, the", "The uncle gave a strained laugh. \"You're going to have a great little first lady there, boy,\" he said to Ludovick.\n\n\n \"First lady?\" Ludovick repeated, still absorbed in his grief.", "Ludovick could no longer temporize with truth, even for", "A lifetime spent under their gentle guardianship had made Ludovick able to interpret the expression that flitted across this Belphin's frontispiece as a sad, sweet smile.", "\"Tell us, dear boy,\" the uncle said, grabbing Ludovick's glass from the plinth and filling it, \"what exactly did he say?\"\n\n\n \"He said the Belphins rule through the power of love.\"", "\"No coincidence at all,\" said Ludovick shortly, no longer", "Ludovick knew, of course, that the Belphin used the word\nlove", "\"You seem to be pretty chummy with 'em,\" the uncle said, looking narrow-eyed at Ludovick.\n\n\n \"No more so than any other loyal citizen,\" Ludovick replied." ], [ "And with that conventional farewell (which also served as a greeting), he stepped onto the sidewalk and was borne off. Ludovick looked after him pensively for a moment, then shrugged. Why", "\"Ludovick,\" a soft, beloved voice whispered, \"I have", "you. Come on, Ludovick, be a man.\" So they", "Ludovick tried to make the old man see reason. \"But I'm happy. And everybody is happy, except—except a few\nkilljoys\nlike you.\"", "Ludovick could no longer temporize with truth, even for", "As Ludovick writhed restlessly upon his bed, he became aware that someone had come into his chamber.", "\"But we\nare\nfree,\" Ludovick said, perplexed. \"We can say what we like, do what we like, so long as it is consonant with the public good.\"", "The Belphin of Belphins died in Ludovick's arms.", "But all Ludovick knew was that he had to", "Ludovick could no longer pretend his neighbors were a group of eccentrics whom he himself was eccentric enough to regard as charming.", "But Ludovick could not be happy. He wasn't precisely", "grandfather. Ludovick was sure that, underneath his crustiness, the", "A lifetime spent under their gentle guardianship had made Ludovick able to interpret the expression that flitted across this Belphin's frontispiece as a sad, sweet smile.", "could not work.\" Ludovick had to bend low to hear", "\"If the status quo is a good status quo,\" Ludovick said uneasily, for he did not like to discuss such subjects, \"why should I not accept it? We have everything we could possibly want. What do we lack?\"", "\"No coincidence at all,\" said Ludovick shortly, no longer", "The uncle gave a strained laugh. \"You're going to have a great little first lady there, boy,\" he said to Ludovick.\n\n\n \"First lady?\" Ludovick repeated, still absorbed in his grief.", "At that moment, Ludovick stumbled over a jug which some careless relative had apparently left lying about the courtyard. It crashed to the tesserae, spattering Ludovick's legs and sandals with a liquid which later proved to be extremely red wine.", "\"Tell us, dear boy,\" the uncle said, grabbing Ludovick's glass from the plinth and filling it, \"what exactly did he say?\"\n\n\n \"He said the Belphins rule through the power of love.\"", "He handed a glass to Ludovick. Ludovick sipped and" ], [ "The Belphin appeared to think for a minute. Then he gave off a smile. \"Oh, them,\" he said. \"We know. They are harmless.\"", "\"The Belphin of Belphins did things for us,\" Ludovick countered. \"You are all only his followers. How do I know you are\nreally\nfollowing him? How do I know you haven't turned against him?\"", "Belphin would be able to explain things to him.", "\"Everything about us is wonderful,\" the Belphin said noncommittally. \"That's why we're so good to you people. Be happy!\" And he was off.", "Belphin of Belphins dwelt, in constant communication with every member", "presumably The Belphin of Belphins. But we don't know", "\"Please, young man——\" the Belphin began. \"You don't understand. Let me explain.\"", ",\" the Belphin said, gazing reverently across the city to", "warn the Belphins.\"", "The Belphin with all the other Belphins against him. What", "\"Of course they have their own source of power,\" Ludovick informed them, smiling to himself, for his old Belphin teacher had taken great care to instill a sense of humor into him. \"A Belphin was explaining that to me only today.\"", "Without giving the creature a chance to answer, he strode forward. The Belphin attempted to bar his way. Ludovick knew one Belphin was a myriad times as strong as a human, so it was out of utter futility that he struck.", "Only the Belphins were much in evidence. Only the Belphins had duties to perform. Only the Belphins worked.", "\"Go back, young man,\" he said. \"You're not wanted here.\"\n\n\n \"I must see The Belphin of Belphins. I must warn him against the Flockharts.\"", "had dissipated. The Belphin of Belphins was already dying", "\"And if none listens to me?\"\n\n\n \"Then,\" she said dramatically, \"you must approach The Belphin of Belphins himself.\"", "\"Tell us, dear boy,\" the uncle said, grabbing Ludovick's glass from the plinth and filling it, \"what exactly did he say?\"\n\n\n \"He said the Belphins rule through the power of love.\"", "Shortly after The Belphin's demise, the Flockharts arrived en masse. \"We won't need your secret weapons now,\" Ludovick told them dully. \"The Belphin of Belphins is dead.\"", "The Belphin of Belphins died in Ludovick's arms.", "you know, because we can hardly expect the Belphins to" ] ]

[ "What is ironic about the story’s ending?", "What is the relationship between Walter and Torkleson?", "What is the relationship between Walter and Bailey?", "What is wrong with the reports?", "What is strange about how the titanium company operates?", "Why is Walter in trouble?", "Who earns the most money at the titanium plant?", "Why are the workers \"cutting their own throats\"?", "How does Walter change his situation?", "How will Walter change the company?" ]

[ [ "Torkleson becomes the production manager.", "Walter replaced Torkleson as the union leader. ", "Walter becomes rich. ", "Walter is demoted to a titanium worker. " ], [ "Walter is Torkleson’s boss at the factory. ", "Walter and Torkleson are co-workers.", "Torkleson is Walter’s boss at the factory. ", "Torkelson is Walter’s secretary. " ], [ "Bailey is Walter’s secretary. ", "Walter is Bailey’s boss at work. ", "Bailey supervises Walter at work. ", "Walter and Bailey are workers in the factory. " ], [ "Production and sales are down.", "Walter forgot to do them. ", "Walter put in false information to make it appear as though the company is thriving. ", "Walter did the reports the late. " ], [ "The workers are richer than management. ", "The company is owned and operated by the government. ", "The company is owned by the union leader. ", "The company is owned by the workers and management has little control. " ], [ "He is production manager and sales are down. ", "He spends too much company time on Koffee-Kup. ", "He was late to work by 4 minutes. ", "He comes and goes as he pleases. " ], [ "The union secretary", "Research and Development ", "The shop steward", "The production manager" ], [ "The workers agree to work for less money. ", "They decide to only make trash cans and become bored. ", "The workers own the stock of the company. They will lose money if the company doesn't make a profit. ", "They go on strike and jeopardize their jobs. " ], [ "He runs for public office. ", "He turns the workers against Torkleson. ", "He goes on strike to demand better pay and hours. ", "He quits his job in management. " ], [ "Walter will give management total control again. ", "Walter will bankrupt the company. ", "Walter will be just like Torkleson. ", "Walter will work with management and the workers to make the company profitable. " ] ]

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[ [ "commit suicide, that's all right with me.\" He picked up his\n briefcase, and started for the door. \"I'll have your contract\n demands by tomorrow,\" he grinned. \"See you at the lynching.\"", "joking about the trash cans; then the humor grew more and\n more remote. Finally, late in the afternoon of the eighth day,\n Bailey was once again in Torkleson's office.", "\"Well? Don't just stand there. Shut the door and come over\n here.\" The man behind the desk hoisted his three hundred", "Not quite. Not if the others could see it, go along with it.\n It was a repugnant idea. But there was one thing they could\n do that even Torkleson and his fat-jowled crew would understand.", "Torkleson sat down, his heavy cheeks quivering. \"Gentlemen,\n be reasonable! I can guarantee you your jobs, even give", "Maybe his secretary's two neurones would fail to synapse this\n morning, and she'd lose them altogether. And, as long as he\n was dreaming, maybe Bailey would break his neck on the way", "to say about it, this one will end with a massacre.\"\nThe meeting was held in a huge auditorium in the Robling\n administration building. Since every member of the union", "his\npart many times, squaring\n his thin shoulders, looking the union boss straight in the eye\n and saying, \"Now, see here, Torkleson—\" But he knew, when", "in dividends in the next six months. And you'd better move\n fast, because I'm not fooling.\"\nBack in his cubbyhole downstairs, Walter stared hopelessly", "the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the\n charges were read: \"—breach of contract, malicious mischief,\n sabotage of the company's machines, conspiring to destroy the", "He struggled doggedly across the rumbling Exit strip toward\n the plant entrance. After all, he told himself, why should he be\n so upset? He", "The others nodded. Walter rubbed his hands together. \"All\n right. Tomorrow we work as usual, until the noon whistle.", "you.\" He paused, then continued. \"But here on my desk is a\n small bit of white paper. Unless you have my signature on\n that paper on the first of next month, you are out of a job,", "Torkleson's eyes glittered. His voice was very soft. \"I've always\n liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear", "Walter felt the fight go out of him like a dying wind. He\n knew what the White list meant. No job, anywhere, ever, in", "Much later, Walter Towne and Jeff Bates pried the trophies\n off the wall of the big office. The lawyer shook his head sadly.\n \"Pity about Dan Torkleson. Gruesome affair.\"", "Walter nodded bitterly. \"And every year the dividend has\n to be higher than the last, or you and your fat friends are", "The man at the window hissed, and Pendleton quickly\n snapped out the lights. They sat in darkness, hardly daring to\n breathe. Then: \"Okay. Just the man next door coming home.\"", "\"I suppose so.\" The lawyer stopped to rest, panting. \"Anyway,\n with the newly elected board of directors, things will be\n different for everybody. You took a long gamble.\"", "Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson\n had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his\n knees shaking." ], [ "Torkleson's eyes glittered. His voice was very soft. \"I've always\n liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear", "The secretary flipped down the desk switch and eyed Walter\n with pity. \"Mr. Torkleson will see you.\"", "Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson\n had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his\n knees shaking.", "It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had\n fought it tooth and nail since the day Torkleson had installed", "well-dressed pounds and glared at Walter from under flagrant\n eyebrows. Torkleson's whole body quivered as he slammed\n a sheaf of papers down on the desk. \"Just what do you think", "Walter was there a half hour early. Torkleson's legal staff\n glowered from across the room. The judge glowered from", "Much later, Walter Towne and Jeff Bates pried the trophies\n off the wall of the big office. The lawyer shook his head sadly.\n \"Pity about Dan Torkleson. Gruesome affair.\"", "Torkleson, and then out to the crowd. \"You men here are an\n electing body—right? You own this great plant and company,\n top to bottom—right?", "his\npart many times, squaring\n his thin shoulders, looking the union boss straight in the eye\n and saying, \"Now, see here, Torkleson—\" But he knew, when", "Walter swallowed. \"I'm production manager of the corporation.\"\n\n\n \"And just what does the production manager\ndo\nall day?\"", "He swung around to point a long finger at the fat man\n sitting there. \"The code word is TORKLESON!\"", "into the corridors. They jammed the lobby. Ten thousand men\n rose with a howl of anger when Walter Towne walked out on\n the stage. But they quieted down again as Dan Torkleson", "Hendricks stood up, brushing off his dungarees. \"I'm with\n you, Walter. I've taken all of Torkleson that I want to. And", "Walter could almost remember those days with Robling,\n before the switchover, before that black day when the exchange\n of ten little shares of stock had thrown the Robling", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "Torkleson's face darkened. He leaned forward slowly. \"So\n it's the\nmen\nnow, is it? Go ahead. Tell me what's wrong with\n the men.\"", "Walter spread his hands. \"I do my best. I've been doing it\n for thirty years. I should know what I'm doing.\"", "but tolerable. Torkleson was a different matter.", "Torkleson sat down, his heavy cheeks quivering. \"Gentlemen,\n be reasonable! I can guarantee you your jobs, even give", "the heap of papers into Walter's arms, and paced up and down\n behind the desk. \"\nLook\nat them! Sales at rock bottom. Receipts" ], [ "Walter jumped a foot. Bailey was putting down the visiphone\n receiver. His grin spread unpleasantly from ear to ear.\n \"What have you been doing lately? Sabotaging the production\n line?\"", "Bailey was not sick. The administrative offices were humming\n with frantic activity as Walter glanced down the rows", "the moose heads in Walter's old office, and moved him down\n to the cubbyhole, under Bailey's watchful eye. He had argued,", "He waited until Bailey was gone. Then, with a trembling\n hand he lifted the visiphone receiver. \"Get me Walter Towne,\"\n he said.", "Torkleson's eyes glittered. His voice was very soft. \"I've always\n liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear", "Walter spread his hands. \"I do my best. I've been doing it\n for thirty years. I should know what I'm doing.\"", "Walter swallowed. \"I'm production manager of the corporation.\"\n\n\n \"And just what does the production manager\ndo\nall day?\"", "Torkleson's ruddy cheeks paled. \"Board meeting, huh?\"\n He licked his heavy lips. \"Now look, Bailey, we've always", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "was littered with piles of ominous-looking paper. Torkleson\n was shouting into a telephone, and three lawyers were shouting\n into Torkleson's ear. He spotted Bailey and waved him through", "the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the\n charges were read: \"—breach of contract, malicious mischief,\n sabotage of the company's machines, conspiring to destroy the", "Walter felt the fight go out of him like a dying wind. He\n knew what the White list meant. No job, anywhere, ever, in", "Bailey grinned. \"Wouldn't I, now! You just add up your\n pay envelope on Friday. Ten cents an hour off for each\n demerit.\"", "The secretary flipped down the desk switch and eyed Walter\n with pity. \"Mr. Torkleson will see you.\"", "\"Get them moving,\" Torkleson howled. \"They'll start those\n machines again, or I'll have them in jail so fast—\" He turned\n back to Bailey. \"What about the production lines?\"", "Walter could almost remember those days with Robling,\n before the switchover, before that black day when the exchange\n of ten little shares of stock had thrown the Robling", "Bailey jerked a thumb significantly at the ceiling. \"The\n boss wants to see you. And you'd better have the right answers,\n too. The boss seems to have a lot of questions.\"", "Walter nodded bitterly. \"And every year the dividend has\n to be higher than the last, or you and your fat friends are", "the heap of papers into Walter's arms, and paced up and down\n behind the desk. \"\nLook\nat them! Sales at rock bottom. Receipts", "Walter grinned. \"Then Pendleton is doing a good job of\n selling.\"" ], [ "\"I've been doing everything I could,\" Walter snapped. \"Of\n course the reports are bad, they couldn't help but be. We", "reports. The promotion-draw reports. The royalty reports. The\n anticipated dividend reports. Walter shook his head wearily.\n The shop steward was a goad, annoying, perhaps even infuriating,", "\"\nThen how do you explain these reports?\n\" Torkleson threw", "The reports were on his desk. He picked them up warily.\n Maybe they wouldn't be so bad. He'd had more freedom this", "The reports were worse than he had ever dreamed.\n\n\n \"\nTowne!\n\"", "at the reports. He had known it would come to this sooner or\n later. They all knew it—Hendricks of Promotion, Pendleton\n of Sales, the whole managerial staff.", "steward, would take his usual delight in bringing that up. But\n this seemed hardly worthy of concern this morning. The reports\n waiting on his desk were what worried him. The sales", "impossible. Big orders canceled. The worst reports in\n seven years, and you say you know your job!\"", "It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had\n fought it tooth and nail since the day Torkleson had installed", "Torkleson's face darkened. He leaned forward slowly. \"So\n it's the\nmen\nnow, is it? Go ahead. Tell me what's wrong with\n the men.\"", "Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson\n had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his\n knees shaking.", "\"I know that, stupid,\" Torkleson roared. \"I ordered them\n there. Did they get the machines\nfixed\n?\"\n\n\n \"Uh—well, no, as a matter of fact—\"", "There was a long, indignant statement from Daniel P.\n Torkleson, condemning Towne and his followers for \"flagrant", "And still the machines sputtered.\nBack at the plant rumor had it that the machines were permanently\n gutted, and that the plant could never go back into", "They got down to the details of planning.\nThe news hit the afternoon telecasts the following day.\n Headlines screamed:\nMANAGEMENT SABOTAGES ROBLING MACHINES", "Bailey spread his hands nervously. \"The electronics boys\n have been at it since yesterday afternoon. Practically had the\n machines apart on the floor.\"", "\"Nothing's wrong with the men—if they'd only work. But\n they come in when they please, and leave when they please,", "Bailey jerked a thumb significantly at the ceiling. \"The\n boss wants to see you. And you'd better have the right answers,\n too. The boss seems to have a lot of questions.\"", "the heap of papers into Walter's arms, and paced up and down\n behind the desk. \"\nLook\nat them! Sales at rock bottom. Receipts", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"" ], [ "Titanium Corporation into the hands of strange and unnatural\n owners.\nThe door was of heavy stained oak, with bold letters edged\n in gold:", "too strongly of the old system of corporate organization to suit\n the men. The solution had been simple, if a trifle ungainly.\n Everyone who owned stock in Robling Titanium was automatically", "It took Robling Titanium approximately two days to convert\n its entire production line to titanium-steel trash cans. With the", "six years. What can two starved engineers and a second rate\n chemist drag out of an attic laboratory for competition in the\n titanium market?\" Walter took a deep breath. \"I've warned", "meant\nsomething to be vice president of a huge industrial firm like\n Robling Titanium. A man could have had a fine house of", "was\nVice President-in-Charge-of-Production of\n the Robling Titanium Corporation. What could they do to\n him, really? He had rehearsed", "dividends and selling stock to themselves cheaply. The\n rumors grew easier and easier to believe. The workers came\n to the plants in business suits, it was true, and lounged in the", "\"Trash cans,\" said Bailey. \"Pure titanium-steel trash cans.\"", "If they won't do it, they won't get another Titanium\n product off their production lines for the rest of the year, and\n their dividends will\nreally", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "Torkleson, and then out to the crowd. \"You men here are an\n electing body—right? You own this great plant and company,\n top to bottom—right?", "At first it had been a quiet movement. One by one the\n smaller firms had tottered, bled drier and drier by increasing", "When we go off for lunch, we throw the machines into lock-step.\n Then we just don't come back. But the big thing is to\n keep it quiet until the noon whistle.\" He turned to the lawyer.", "know of.\" He mopped his bald head with a large white handkerchief.\n \"There just hasn't\nbeen\na case of a company's management", "Walter reddened. \"He organizes the work of the plant, establishes\n production lines, works with Promotion and Sales,\n integrates Research and Development, operates the planning\n machines.\"", "in\nsort of thing.\" He turned to Paul Hendricks and the others.\n \"We know how the machines operate. They don't. We also", "TITANIUM WORKERS", "\"You think that since you own the company, times have\n changed. Well, have they? Are you any better off than you", "The others nodded. Walter rubbed his hands together. \"All\n right. Tomorrow we work as usual, until the noon whistle.", "would be a titanium-steel trash can for every man, woman,\n child, and hound dog on the North American continent. The\n jet engines, structural steels, tubing, and other pre-strike products" ], [ "It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had\n fought it tooth and nail since the day Torkleson had installed", "Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson\n had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his\n knees shaking.", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "Walter felt the fight go out of him like a dying wind. He\n knew what the White list meant. No job, anywhere, ever, in", "Walter spread his hands. \"I do my best. I've been doing it\n for thirty years. I should know what I'm doing.\"", "the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the\n charges were read: \"—breach of contract, malicious mischief,\n sabotage of the company's machines, conspiring to destroy the", "Torkleson's eyes glittered. His voice was very soft. \"I've always\n liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear", "\"—but to send me to jail,\" said Walter Towne. \"Go ahead.\n Send me to jail. In fact, I\ninsist\nupon going to jail.\"", "Walter jumped a foot. Bailey was putting down the visiphone\n receiver. His grin spread unpleasantly from ear to ear.\n \"What have you been doing lately? Sabotaging the production\n line?\"", "the heap of papers into Walter's arms, and paced up and down\n behind the desk. \"\nLook\nat them! Sales at rock bottom. Receipts", "Walter was there a half hour early. Torkleson's legal staff\n glowered from across the room. The judge glowered from", "The secretary flipped down the desk switch and eyed Walter\n with pity. \"Mr. Torkleson will see you.\"", "Walter turned on him sharply. \"For new contracts. Contracts\n to let us manage the company the way it should be managed.", "Walter swallowed. \"I'm production manager of the corporation.\"\n\n\n \"And just what does the production manager\ndo\nall day?\"", "Walter reddened. \"He organizes the work of the plant, establishes\n production lines, works with Promotion and Sales,\n integrates Research and Development, operates the planning\n machines.\"", "well-dressed pounds and glared at Walter from under flagrant\n eyebrows. Torkleson's whole body quivered as he slammed\n a sheaf of papers down on the desk. \"Just what do you think", "Walter nodded bitterly. \"And every year the dividend has\n to be higher than the last, or you and your fat friends are", "The hall exploded in angry thunder. The first wave of men\n rushed onto the stage as Walter stood up. A tomato whizzed", "Walter could almost remember those days with Robling,\n before the switchover, before that black day when the exchange\n of ten little shares of stock had thrown the Robling", "\"I've been doing everything I could,\" Walter snapped. \"Of\n course the reports are bad, they couldn't help but be. We" ], [ "Titanium Corporation into the hands of strange and unnatural\n owners.\nThe door was of heavy stained oak, with bold letters edged\n in gold:", "meant\nsomething to be vice president of a huge industrial firm like\n Robling Titanium. A man could have had a fine house of", "too strongly of the old system of corporate organization to suit\n the men. The solution had been simple, if a trifle ungainly.\n Everyone who owned stock in Robling Titanium was automatically", "dividends and selling stock to themselves cheaply. The\n rumors grew easier and easier to believe. The workers came\n to the plants in business suits, it was true, and lounged in the", "six years. What can two starved engineers and a second rate\n chemist drag out of an attic laboratory for competition in the\n titanium market?\" Walter took a deep breath. \"I've warned", "Torkleson, and then out to the crowd. \"You men here are an\n electing body—right? You own this great plant and company,\n top to bottom—right?", "was\nVice President-in-Charge-of-Production of\n the Robling Titanium Corporation. What could they do to\n him, really? He had rehearsed", "It took Robling Titanium approximately two days to convert\n its entire production line to titanium-steel trash cans. With the", "Walter reddened. \"He organizes the work of the plant, establishes\n production lines, works with Promotion and Sales,\n integrates Research and Development, operates the planning\n machines.\"", "Walter nodded bitterly. \"And every year the dividend has\n to be higher than the last, or you and your fat friends are", "highest. Deduct union dues, pension fees, medical insurance\n fees, and sundry other little items which had formerly been\n paid by well-to-do managements, and very little was left but", "The others nodded. Walter rubbed his hands together. \"All\n right. Tomorrow we work as usual, until the noon whistle.", "\"You think that since you own the company, times have\n changed. Well, have they? Are you any better off than you", "You should all be rich\n, because Robling\n could make you rich. But not one of you out there is rich.\n Only the fat ones on this stage are. But I'll tell you how", "Torkleson sat down, his heavy cheeks quivering. \"Gentlemen,\n be reasonable! I can guarantee you your jobs, even give", "to work. He walked quickly past the workers' lounge, glancing\n in at the groups of men, arguing politics and checking the\n stock market reports before they changed from their neat gray", "\"Trash cans,\" said Bailey. \"Pure titanium-steel trash cans.\"", "I'm secretary of this union. We fought long and hard for control\n of this corporation, just the way all the other unions did.\n I know. I was through it all.\" He sat back smugly, his cheeks", "play the cheap products for the quick profit in order to give\n your men their dividends. Now the bottom's dropped out. We\n couldn't turn a quick profit on the big, important accounts, so", "up by the one ready buyer with plenty of funds to buy with.\n At first, changes had been small and insignificant: boards of\n directors shifted; the men were paid higher wages and worked" ], [ "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "Walter nodded bitterly. \"And every year the dividend has\n to be higher than the last, or you and your fat friends are", "\"Sir—the men—I mean, there's been some nasty talk.\n They're tired of making trash cans. No challenge in it. Anyway,", "to work. He walked quickly past the workers' lounge, glancing\n in at the groups of men, arguing politics and checking the\n stock market reports before they changed from their neat gray", "dividends and selling stock to themselves cheaply. The\n rumors grew easier and easier to believe. The workers came\n to the plants in business suits, it was true, and lounged in the", "until angry crowds of workers had driven them off with shotguns.\n Then they came back in an old, weatherbeaten 'copter\n which hovered over the plant entrance carrying a banner with", "livelihood of ten thousand workers. Your Honor, we are preparing\n briefs to prove further that these men have formed a\n conspiracy to undermine the economy of the entire nation.", "desire in mind, my friends, to starve you all, and to destroy\n your company and your jobs. To every appeal they heartlessly\n refused to divulge the key to the lock-in. And now this man—the", "at the cost of lowering dividends, of taking food from the\n mouths of your wives and children, we made our generous\n offers. They were rejected with scorn. These thieves have one", "to say about it, this one will end with a massacre.\"\nThe meeting was held in a huge auditorium in the Robling\n administration building. Since every member of the union", "On the Robling production lines the workmen blinked at\n each other, and at their machines, and wondered vaguely what\n it was all about.", "At first it had been a quiet movement. One by one the\n smaller firms had tottered, bled drier and drier by increasing", "The others nodded. Walter rubbed his hands together. \"All\n right. Tomorrow we work as usual, until the noon whistle.", "commit suicide, that's all right with me.\" He picked up his\n briefcase, and started for the door. \"I'll have your contract\n demands by tomorrow,\" he grinned. \"See you at the lynching.\"", "\"Nothing's wrong with the men—if they'd only work. But\n they come in when they please, and leave when they please,", "\"It won't do any good, sir. They've got their own management\n troubles. They're scared silly of a sympathy strike.\"", "Not quite. Not if the others could see it, go along with it.\n It was a repugnant idea. But there was one thing they could\n do that even Torkleson and his fat-jowled crew would understand.", "and battled, and pleaded, and lost. He had watched the company\n deteriorate day by day. Now they blamed him, and\n threatened his job, and he was helpless to do anything about it.", "teeth-grating, bone-rattling screech. The men froze,\n jaws sagging, eyes wide, hardly believing their ears. In the\n instant of silence as the factory whistle died away, Walter", "production costs, increasing labor demands, and an ever-dwindling\n margin of profit. One by one they had seen their\n stocks tottering as they faced bankruptcy, only to be gobbled" ], [ "Walter felt the fight go out of him like a dying wind. He\n knew what the White list meant. No job, anywhere, ever, in", "Walter spread his hands. \"I do my best. I've been doing it\n for thirty years. I should know what I'm doing.\"", "Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson\n had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his\n knees shaking.", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "in dividends in the next six months. And you'd better move\n fast, because I'm not fooling.\"\nBack in his cubbyhole downstairs, Walter stared hopelessly", "Walter turned on him sharply. \"For new contracts. Contracts\n to let us manage the company the way it should be managed.", "the heap of papers into Walter's arms, and paced up and down\n behind the desk. \"\nLook\nat them! Sales at rock bottom. Receipts", "Walter gave a sharp nod to the side of the stage. Abruptly\n the roar of the men was drowned in another sound—a soul-rending,", "Torkleson's eyes glittered. His voice was very soft. \"I've always\n liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear", "Walter could almost remember those days with Robling,\n before the switchover, before that black day when the exchange\n of ten little shares of stock had thrown the Robling", "the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the\n charges were read: \"—breach of contract, malicious mischief,\n sabotage of the company's machines, conspiring to destroy the", "Walter reddened. \"He organizes the work of the plant, establishes\n production lines, works with Promotion and Sales,\n integrates Research and Development, operates the planning\n machines.\"", "It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had\n fought it tooth and nail since the day Torkleson had installed", "The secretary flipped down the desk switch and eyed Walter\n with pity. \"Mr. Torkleson will see you.\"", "Walter pushed through the door into the long, handsome\n office. For an instant he felt a pang of nostalgia—the floor-to-ceiling", "They listened. Not a peep came from the huge hall. Suddenly,\n Walter Towne was talking their language.", "The hall exploded in angry thunder. The first wave of men\n rushed onto the stage as Walter stood up. A tomato whizzed", "Walter swallowed. \"I'm production manager of the corporation.\"\n\n\n \"And just what does the production manager\ndo\nall day?\"", "He waited until Bailey was gone. Then, with a trembling\n hand he lifted the visiphone receiver. \"Get me Walter Towne,\"\n he said.", "Walter sighed and shuffled back to his desk. Oh, well. It\n could have been worse. They might have fired him like poor\n Cartwright last month. He'd just\nhave\nto listen to that morning\n buzzer." ], [ "Walter turned on him sharply. \"For new contracts. Contracts\n to let us manage the company the way it should be managed.", "\"But they're cutting their own throats,\" Walter wailed.\n \"You can't build a company and make it grow the way I've\n been forced to run it.\"", "in dividends in the next six months. And you'd better move\n fast, because I'm not fooling.\"\nBack in his cubbyhole downstairs, Walter stared hopelessly", "Walter swallowed. \"I'm production manager of the corporation.\"\n\n\n \"And just what does the production manager\ndo\nall day?\"", "Walter nodded bitterly. \"And every year the dividend has\n to be higher than the last, or you and your fat friends are", "Walter reddened. \"He organizes the work of the plant, establishes\n production lines, works with Promotion and Sales,\n integrates Research and Development, operates the planning\n machines.\"", "the heap of papers into Walter's arms, and paced up and down\n behind the desk. \"\nLook\nat them! Sales at rock bottom. Receipts", "Walter could almost remember those days with Robling,\n before the switchover, before that black day when the exchange\n of ten little shares of stock had thrown the Robling", "\"You think that since you own the company, times have\n changed. Well, have they? Are you any better off than you", "the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the\n charges were read: \"—breach of contract, malicious mischief,\n sabotage of the company's machines, conspiring to destroy the", "The secretary flipped down the desk switch and eyed Walter\n with pity. \"Mr. Torkleson will see you.\"", "Walter rose slowly from his seat. This was it, then. Torkleson\n had already seen the reports. He started for the door, his\n knees shaking.", "Torkleson's eyes glittered. His voice was very soft. \"I've always\n liked you, Walter. So I'm going to pretend I didn't hear", "It was wrong, all the way down the line. Walter had\n fought it tooth and nail since the day Torkleson had installed", "Walter spread his hands. \"I do my best. I've been doing it\n for thirty years. I should know what I'm doing.\"", "Walter felt the fight go out of him like a dying wind. He\n knew what the White list meant. No job, anywhere, ever, in", "Walter pushed through the door into the long, handsome\n office. For an instant he felt a pang of nostalgia—the floor-to-ceiling", "Walter nodded. \"Well, we couldn't very well lock the men\n out, they own the plant. We were thinking more of a lock-\nin", "The others nodded. Walter rubbed his hands together. \"All\n right. Tomorrow we work as usual, until the noon whistle.", "Walter jumped a foot. Bailey was putting down the visiphone\n receiver. His grin spread unpleasantly from ear to ear.\n \"What have you been doing lately? Sabotaging the production\n line?\"" ] ]

[ "What is the age difference between Kimball and his oldest sister?", "What is Kimball's home planet?", "Why did Kimball's marriage end?", "What is wrong with Kimball?", "Did Kimball's sisters like him?", "What did Kimball like to do when he was a boy?", "What does young Kimball use as a weapon?", "Is Kimball happy?" ]

[ [ "9 years", "15 years", "17 years", "8 years" ], [ "Unknown", "Venus", "Mars", "Earth" ], [ "We never learn why it ended.", "He was a career officer.", "She ended it because she felt he wasn't committed.", "He left his wife because he was bored." ], [ "He is neurotic.", "He is completely psychotic.", "There is nothing wrong with him.", "His schizoid tendencies are amplified by space travel." ], [ "Yes, they go out to make sure he's safe.", "No, they seem burdened by having him around.", "No, they hate him.", "Yes, they play make believe with him." ], [ "Smoke cigarets.", "Read.", "Play with his sisters.", "Fight Therns." ], [ "A radium pistol", "A book", "A faucet", "A Martian pistol" ], [ "No, he wishes he never left.", "No, he is terribly lonely.", "Yes, he gets to travel all over.", "Yes, he loves losing himself in imagination." ] ]

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[ [ "They were his sisters, Rose and Margaret. Older than he at fifteen and\n seventeen. But they walked by the river and into danger. Behind him he\n could hear the rustling sound of the Plant Men as the evening breeze\n came up.", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.\n He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the Lost", "And his sisters: “\nPlaying with his wooden swords and his radium\n pistol and never wanting to take his nose out of those awful\n books——\n”", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "“Kimm-eeeee—”\n\n\n They were calling him. In the deepening dusk their voices carried far\n down the river. “Kimmmmm—eeeeeeeeee—”", "“Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you\n AN-swer!”", "“He’s up there in that clump of willows—hiding!”\n\n\n “Kimmy! You come down here this instant!”", "He dreamed of that summer when the river lay still and deep under the\n hanging willows. He dreamed of his sisters, thin and angular creatures\n as he remembered them through the eyes of a nine-year-old——", "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "He stood very still, listening to his sisters talking, letting their\n voices carry down to where he hid from the dangers of the Valley Dor.\n\n\n “Where is that little brat, anyway?”", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "in white and orange, against the first flickerings of the false dawn.\nKimmy saw the girls before they saw him. In their new, low waisted", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon." ], [ "Kimball, swathed in plastic, a fantastic figure not of earth, watched\n them wheel across the clear, deep night.", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.", "training. Ponderously, the ship settled into the iron sand; slowly, the\n internal fires died.\nKimball stood in the control room, his heart pounding. Slowly, the ports", "The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.\n He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the Lost", "Kimmy shifted the heavy Martian pistol into his left hand and checked\n his harness. A soft smile touched his lips. He was well armed; there was", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "He paused in midstream, letting the warm water riffle around his feet.\n Looking up at the green beacon of his home planet, he thought: I’ve left", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "He awoke seldom. His tasks were simple. The plastic sac and the tender\n care of the ship were more real than the routine jobs of telemetering\n information back to the Base across the empty miles, across the rim of\n the world.", "clump of willows. The sky was darkening fast. Other stars were shining\n through. There wasn’t much time left.\nKimball stood now in the bright glare of the briefing shack, a strange", "Roost and Patches and Seventh Heaven, but to Kimmy it was the hated cry\n of the Father of Therns calling the dreadful Plant Men to their feast of\n victims borne into", "“Kimm-eeeee—”\n\n\n They were calling him. In the deepening dusk their voices carried far\n down the river. “Kimmmmm—eeeeeeeeee—”", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "Steinhart felt futile and out of his depth. “We know so little\n about the psychology of space-flight, Kim——”", "He dreamed of his wife. “\nYou don’t live here, Kim.\n”" ], [ "“You had to.”\n\n\n “You wouldn’t think my secret life was so dangerous, would\n you,” the Colonel said smiling.\n\n\n “You were married, Kim. What happened?”", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "“I didn’t try to kill the assignment for you, Kim,” the\n psych said.\n\n\n “It doesn’t matter now.”\n\n\n “No, I suppose not.”", "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "“Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you\n AN-swer!”", "He dreamed of his wife. “\nYou don’t live here, Kim.\n”", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.\n He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the Lost", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "Steinhart reached for a cigaret and then stopped, remembering that\n Kimball had had to give them up because of the flight. Kimball caught\n the movement and half-smiled.", "“Your record is good all the way. You know that,” Steinhart\n [119]\n said. “It’s just some of the things——”\n\n\n Kimball said: “I talked too much.”", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "Something died in him. It wasn’t a faucet, it WAS a radium pistol. He\n looked at his sisters with dismay. They weren’t really his sisters. They" ], [ "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "“I didn’t try to kill the assignment for you, Kim,” the\n psych said.\n\n\n “It doesn’t matter now.”\n\n\n “No, I suppose not.”", "Kimball thought: He’s pale skinned and very blond. What is it that he\n reminds me of? Shouldn’t there be a diadem on his forehead? He smiled", "The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.\n He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the Lost", "“You’re a lonely man, Colonel Kimball——”\n\n\n “Too much imagination could be bad for this job.”", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "“Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you\n AN-swer!”", "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "to distinguish reality from—well, fancy.”\nKimball turned to regard the psych\n coolly\n .\n “What’s reality, Steinhart? Do", "Kimball, swathed in plastic, a fantastic figure not of earth, watched\n them wheel across the clear, deep night.", "On the dais nearby, listening to the PRO, but watching Kimball, sat\n Steinhart, the team analyst. Kimball returned his steady gaze thinking:" ], [ "And his sisters: “\nPlaying with his wooden swords and his radium\n pistol and never wanting to take his nose out of those awful\n books——\n”", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "They were his sisters, Rose and Margaret. Older than he at fifteen and\n seventeen. But they walked by the river and into danger. Behind him he\n could hear the rustling sound of the Plant Men as the evening breeze\n came up.", "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "He stood very still, listening to his sisters talking, letting their\n voices carry down to where he hid from the dangers of the Valley Dor.\n\n\n “Where is that little brat, anyway?”", "Kimball, swathed in plastic, a fantastic figure not of earth, watched\n them wheel across the clear, deep night.", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "“Kimm-eeeee—”\n\n\n They were calling him. In the deepening dusk their voices carried far\n down the river. “Kimmmmm—eeeeeeeeee—”", "On the dais nearby, listening to the PRO, but watching Kimball, sat\n Steinhart, the team analyst. Kimball returned his steady gaze thinking:", "Something died in him. It wasn’t a faucet, it WAS a radium pistol. He\n looked at his sisters with dismay. They weren’t really his sisters. They", "The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.\n He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the Lost", "in white and orange, against the first flickerings of the false dawn.\nKimmy saw the girls before they saw him. In their new, low waisted" ], [ "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "Kimball, swathed in plastic, a fantastic figure not of earth, watched\n them wheel across the clear, deep night.", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.\n He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the Lost", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "“Kimm-eeeee—”\n\n\n They were calling him. In the deepening dusk their voices carried far\n down the river. “Kimmmmm—eeeeeeeeee—”", "Kimball thought: He’s pale skinned and very blond. What is it that he\n reminds me of? Shouldn’t there be a diadem on his forehead? He smiled", "And his sisters: “\nPlaying with his wooden swords and his radium\n pistol and never wanting to take his nose out of those awful\n books——\n”", "“Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you\n AN-swer!”", "“He’s up there in that clump of willows—hiding!”\n\n\n “Kimmy! You come down here this instant!”", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "On the dais nearby, listening to the PRO, but watching Kimball, sat\n Steinhart, the team analyst. Kimball returned his steady gaze thinking:", "measured by the ticking of the telemeters and the timers, but Kimball\n slept insulated and complete.", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]" ], [ "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "Kimmy shifted the heavy Martian pistol into his left hand and checked\n his harness. A soft smile touched his lips. He was well armed; there was", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.", "The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.\n He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the Lost", "Kimball, swathed in plastic, a fantastic figure not of earth, watched\n them wheel across the clear, deep night.", "“He’s up there in that clump of willows—hiding!”\n\n\n “Kimmy! You come down here this instant!”", "“Kimm-eeeee—”\n\n\n They were calling him. In the deepening dusk their voices carried far\n down the river. “Kimmmmm—eeeeeeeeee—”", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "training. Ponderously, the ship settled into the iron sand; slowly, the\n internal fires died.\nKimball stood in the control room, his heart pounding. Slowly, the ports", "Kimball thought: He’s pale skinned and very blond. What is it that he\n reminds me of? Shouldn’t there be a diadem on his forehead? He smiled", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "clump of willows. The sky was darkening fast. Other stars were shining\n through. There wasn’t much time left.\nKimball stood now in the bright glare of the briefing shack, a strange", "“Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you\n AN-swer!”", "On the dais nearby, listening to the PRO, but watching Kimball, sat\n Steinhart, the team analyst. Kimball returned his steady gaze thinking:" ], [ "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.", "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "“You had to.”\n\n\n “You wouldn’t think my secret life was so dangerous, would\n you,” the Colonel said smiling.\n\n\n “You were married, Kim. What happened?”", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "“I didn’t try to kill the assignment for you, Kim,” the\n psych said.\n\n\n “It doesn’t matter now.”\n\n\n “No, I suppose not.”", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "Kimball, swathed in plastic, a fantastic figure not of earth, watched\n them wheel across the clear, deep night.", "The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.\n He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the Lost", "“Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you\n AN-swer!”", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "“Kimm-eeeee—”\n\n\n They were calling him. In the deepening dusk their voices carried far\n down the river. “Kimmmmm—eeeeeeeeee—”", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "Kimball thought: He’s pale skinned and very blond. What is it that he\n reminds me of? Shouldn’t there be a diadem on his forehead? He smiled", "measured by the ticking of the telemeters and the timers, but Kimball\n slept insulated and complete." ] ]

[ "What is Manto and Palit's own language?", "What other job does Miss Burton likely wish she had?", "How does George feel about little girls?", "Where did the lions come from at the end?", "What is George's big fault?", "Why does George like Carol more than other women?", "Why is it hard for George to give autographs?", "How old is Carolyn?", "Why are Manto and Palit at the zoo?", "Who accidentally saved humanity from Manto and Palit?" ]

[ [ "Pig-Latin", "Unknown", "Spanish", "English" ], [ "Teacher", "Agent", "Actor", "Zookeeper" ], [ "He likes children.", "He considers them friends.", "He considers himself like them.", "He thinks they're annoying." ], [ "They escaped from the zoo.", "There weren't really lions there at all.", "Manto and Palit turned into lions to kill George.", "Manto and Palit accidentally turned into lions." ], [ "He is not useful.", "He is not a good actor.", "He does not like kids.", "He drinks too much." ], [ "She swoons at his movies.", "She works for him.", "He doesn't.", "She stands up to him." ], [ "He does not want to give autographs", "He is a drunk.", "It isn't hard for him to give autographs.", "He shakes from a fever in Africa." ], [ "Two", "Two hundred", "Twelve", "We don't know" ], [ "They are lost.", "They are on a class trip.", "They are observing the animals.", "They are observing the girls." ], [ "George", "Miss Burton", "All of three people in different ways", "Carol" ] ]

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[ [ "They had been speaking too\n loud, they had been overheard.\n Palit and Manto stared at each", "In this atmosphere of giggles\n and whispers, Manto and Palit\n could exchange confidences without\n being noticed. Palit said savagely,\n \"Why did you tell her that\n I could act too?\"", "Manto wanted to win easy popularity\n by treating a few of the\n other children, but Palit put his\n girlish foot down. No use arousing", "Manto said tolerantly, \"You're\n getting jittery, Palit. We've\n been away from home too long.\"\n\n\n \"I am not jittery in the least.\n But I believe in taking due care.\"", "They all trouped after her,\n Palit and Manto bringing up the\n rear. Manto giggled, and whispered", "childish conversation seem quite\n normal. But Palit was in no\n laughing mood. He said, in his\n own language, \"You're getting", "suspect their danger.\"\nThis time, Manto's giggle was\n no longer mere camouflage, but\n expressed to a certain degree\n how he felt. \"They cannot possibly", "\"Sorry, Palit. It wasn't an attempt\n to show my skill, I assure\n you. It's that by now I have a\n tendency to confuse one language\n with another.\"", "The two men who were looking\n on wore pleased smiles.\n \"Charming,\" said Manto. \"But\n somewhat unpredictable, despite\n all our experiences,\n muy amigo\n .\"", "at present there is not the\n slightest shadow of danger. So,\n Palit, you had better stop being\n fearful.\"", "\"I'm sorry, Palit, but it was\n so suggestive. And I'm a very\n suggestible person.\"\n\n\n \"So am I. But I control myself.\"", "\"Whatever you say, Manto. If\n you wish, we shall join the little\n ladies.\"\n\n\n \"We must have our story prepared\n first.\"", "Palit nodded, and the two men\n stepped under the shade of a\n tree whose long, drooping, leaf-covered\n branches formed a convenient", "other, and giggled coyly. Then,\n after a second to think, Palit\n said, \"Onay, Issmay Urtonbay!\"", "careless, Manto. You had no\n business imitating her expression.\"", "\"All right,\" conceded Palit,\n grudgingly.\nSo they stayed, and out of\n some twigs and leaves they", "\"No attempts at Spanish, Manto,\n not here. It calls attention to\n us. And you are not sure of the\n grammar anyway. You may find\n yourself saying things you do\n not intend.\"", "\"You needn't be sarcastic,\n Manto, I\n know\n I'm superior.\n I", "\"Stop it, you fool, before you\n cause trouble!\"\n\n\n \"Very well, Palit. Did I tempt\n you?\"\n\n\n \"Did you tempt me! You and\n your sense of humor!\"", "\"You are imagining things,\n Manto. Another thing, that mistake\n in starting to say you were\n two hundred years old—\"" ], [ "cause to be grateful to him. To\n him, and to Miss Burton. She'd\n kill ambition in anybody.", "Miss Burton coughed modestly.\n \"Yes, children, I never told you,\n but I was once ambitious to be", "There was no better way to\n make herself inconspicuous. For\n some time, Miss Burton did not\n notice her.", "\"Oh, Miss Burton, please don't\n make her go home with a policeman.\n If she's going to be an\n actress, I'll bet she'd love to see\n Curt George!\"", "\"I'm sorry, Miss Burton. And\n honest, Miss Burton, I didn't\n mean anything, but I'm studying\n to be an actress, and I imitate\n people, like the actors you\n see on television—\"", "Carolyn's face altered itself in\n a hurry, so as to lose any resemblance\n to Miss Burton's. \"I'm\n sorry, Miss Burton, I didn't\n really mean to do anything\n wrong.\"", "away like a flock of chicks as\n they followed the old mother hen\n past the line of cages. \"Now,\n now, girls,\" called Miss Burton", "away. Miss Burton did not at\n first notice that now she had an\n additional two children in her\n charge.", "her own class!\"\n\"Really?\" Miss Burton seemed\n rather pleased at the idea that\n some other teacher had been so\n careless as to lose one of her", "A shrill cry came from another\n section of her class. \"Oh, Miss\n Burton, here's another one who's\n lost!\"", "Miss Burton had an idea. \"I\n know what to do, children. If\n you can act animals—Mr. George", "\"Please, Miss Burton, it was\n an accident. I won't do it again.\"", "\"You, Miss Burton?\"", "\"Please, Miss Burton,\" said\n Doris. \"I don't know how to act.\n I can't even imitate a puppy.\n Really I can't, Miss Burton—\"", "\"Oh, Miss Burton,\" screamed\n Frances. \"Here's a girl who isn't\n in our class! She got lost from", "\"There is no time for silly\n questions,\" said Miss Burton,\n with the same firmness. \"Come\n along.\"", "\"I know, Miss Burton!\" cried\n Frances, a dark-haired nine-year-old\n with a pair of glittering", "\"I was going to say, I'm\n to\n welve\n . Almost, anyway.\"\n\n\n \"Eleven years old,\" said Miss\n Burton. \"Old enough to know\n better.\"", "Next, Miss Burton introduced\n another kid, who recited. And\n then, Miss Burton stood upright\n and recited herself.", "\"Carolyn Manto. Please, Miss\n Burton, I had to go to the bathroom,\n and then when I came\n out—\"\n\n\n \"Yes, yes, I know.\"" ], [ "young and old. Hasn't Mr.\n George made us happy, children?\"", "\"Mr. George,\" she said, in a\n strangely affected voice, like that\n of the first dramatic teacher he", "\"Now, children, I've warned\n you about that. You mustn't\n annoy him. Mr. George is a famous", "\"There should be happiness inside\n you at the thought of your\n doing a good deed. Not a drop,\n George, not a drop.\"", "\"She shouldn't be like that.\n Perhaps, Carolyn, you and Doris\n can do something together. And\n perhaps, too, Mr. George will be\n pleased to see that your teacher\n also has talent.\"", "may be in the movies, just as you\n are, Mr. George. Wouldn't that\n be nice, children?\"", "\"But he likes children, Miss\n Burton! My big sister read in a\n movie magazine where it said\n he's just crazy about them.\"", "\"I feel terrified. I don't know\n how I'm going to face those kids.\n If they were boys it wouldn't be\n so bad, but a bunch of little\n girls!\"", "\"So we must all remember how\n bravely Mr. George is fighting\n his misfortune, and do our best\n not to tire him out.\"", "\"Even lions, Miss Burton?\"\n\n\n \"Even lions.\"\n\n\n \"But Mr. George shot lots of\n lions. Was he considerate of them\n too?\"", "There were thirty or more of\n the little girls, their ages ranging\n apparently from nine to\n eleven, all of them chirping", "Soon it will be time to go in and\n hear Mr. George. Now, if Mr.\n George is so kind as to entertain\n us, don't you think that it's only", "\"Very good, Frances.\"\n\n\n Frances smirked at the approbation.\n \"I've been to the zoo\n lots of times,\" she said to the\n girl next to her. \"My father\n takes me.\"", "The two little girls drew apart\n from the others and began to\n whisper into each other's ears.\n The whispers were punctuated\n by giggles which made the entire", "In the bright light that flooded\n the afternoon breakfast table,\n Curt George's handsome, manly\n face wore an expression of distress.\n He groaned dismally, and", "\"Why don't you ask him to?\"\n Before the other little girl could\n answer, Frances paused, cocked\n her head slightly, and demanded,\n \"Who are you? You aren't in our\n class.\"", "\"But a drunken lion hunter—that's\n something special.\" He\n went into the next room and began\n to change. \"Carol,\" he\n called. \"Do you like me?\"\n\n\n \"At times.\"", "\"Oh, Miss Burton, please don't\n make her go home with a policeman.\n If she's going to be an\n actress, I'll bet she'd love to see\n Curt George!\"", "\"Oh, yes, it would,\" asserted\n one little girl. \"He shakes. When\n he has an attack of fever, his\n hand shakes.\"", "\"All right, if you're good, and\n cause no trouble. But we still\n have plenty of time before seeing\n Mr. George. It's only two now,\n and we're not supposed to go to\n the lecture hall until four.\"" ], [ "Facing him across the platform\n were two lions, tensed as\n if to leap. Where they had come", "has shown you what the hunter\n does; you show him what the\n lions do. Yes, Carolyn and Doris,\n you're going to be lions. You are", "\"That'll do,\" said Miss Burton\n firmly. \"Now, let's get along\n to the lion house. And please,", "another story illustrating the\n strange ways of lions. The elephant\n gun figured in still another\n tale, this time of a vicious\n rhinoceros. His audience was", "\"Because you weren't there\n with me!\"\n\n\n \"—with hardly enough energy\n to let them dress you in that\n hunter's outfit and photograph\n you as if you were shooting\n lions.\"", "from he didn't know, but there\n they were, eyes glaring, manes\n ruffled, more terrifying than any\n he had seen in Africa. There", "of wild and ferocious beasts\n were a little harder to take, but\n he took them. Then the old\n woman stepped back, and he was\n facing his fate alone.", "\"You and your lack of it! But\n let's not argue now, Palit. Here,\n I think, comes the lion-hunter.", "\"But a drunken lion hunter—that's\n something special.\" He\n went into the next room and began\n to change. \"Carol,\" he\n called. \"Do you like me?\"\n\n\n \"At times.\"", "was shooting all those lions, and\n rhinoceroses, and elephants for\n his new picture. That's why you\n mustn't bother him too much.\"", "\"Even lions, Miss Burton?\"\n\n\n \"Even lions.\"\n\n\n \"But Mr. George shot lots of\n lions. Was he considerate of them\n too?\"", "great bodies, the bodies of lions,\n and yet curiously unlike the\n beasts in some ways, now that\n they were dead and dissolving as", "She made a face. \"Don't talk\n nonsense. Take your outfit, and\n let's get ready to go. Unless you\n want to change here, and walk\n around dressed as a lion hunter.\"", "\"Why, because it's the truth.\n You're a very good animal performer.\n You make a wonderful\n dragon, for instance. Go on,\n Palit, show her what a fine\n dragon you can—\"", "Hands clutching an elephant\n gun. The thought was like a director's\n command. With calm efficiency,\n with all the precision of", "children, do not make faces at\n the lions. How would you like to\n be in a cage and have people\n make faces at you? Always remember\n to be considerate to", "The polar bears, the grizzlies,\n the penguins, the reptiles, all\n were left behind. At times the\n children scattered, but Miss Burton", "A deep and tremendous roar,\n as of thunder, crashed through\n the auditorium. A roar—and", "He strode to the front of the\n platform, an elephant gun swinging\n easily at his side, an easy\n grin radiating from his confident,", "The two men who were looking\n on wore pleased smiles.\n \"Charming,\" said Manto. \"But\n somewhat unpredictable, despite\n all our experiences,\n muy amigo\n .\"" ], [ "\"Now, children, I've warned\n you about that. You mustn't\n annoy him. Mr. George is a famous", "\"So we must all remember how\n bravely Mr. George is fighting\n his misfortune, and do our best\n not to tire him out.\"", "In the bright light that flooded\n the afternoon breakfast table,\n Curt George's handsome, manly\n face wore an expression of distress.\n He groaned dismally, and", "\"Mr. George,\" she said, in a\n strangely affected voice, like that\n of the first dramatic teacher he", "had ever had, the one who had\n almost ruined his acting career.\n \"Mr. George, I can't tell you\n how happy you have made us all,", "\"There should be happiness inside\n you at the thought of your\n doing a good deed. Not a drop,\n George, not a drop.\"", "Soon it will be time to go in and\n hear Mr. George. Now, if Mr.\n George is so kind as to entertain\n us, don't you think that it's only", "\"Even lions, Miss Burton?\"\n\n\n \"Even lions.\"\n\n\n \"But Mr. George shot lots of\n lions. Was he considerate of them\n too?\"", "young and old. Hasn't Mr.\n George made us happy, children?\"", "\"All right, if you're good, and\n cause no trouble. But we still\n have plenty of time before seeing\n Mr. George. It's only two now,\n and we're not supposed to go to\n the lecture hall until four.\"", "\"She shouldn't be like that.\n Perhaps, Carolyn, you and Doris\n can do something together. And\n perhaps, too, Mr. George will be\n pleased to see that your teacher\n also has talent.\"", "Miss Burton had an idea. \"I\n know what to do, children. If\n you can act animals—Mr. George", "\"Gee, your father gives you an\n awful lot of spending money,\"\n said Frances enviously. \"Is he\n rich?\"\n\n\n \"We get as much as we want,\"\n replied Manto carelessly.", "George, are studying how to act.\n They act people\n and\n animals.\n Who knows? Some day they, too,", "may be in the movies, just as you\n are, Mr. George. Wouldn't that\n be nice, children?\"", "\"But a drunken lion hunter—that's\n something special.\" He\n went into the next room and began\n to change. \"Carol,\" he\n called. \"Do you like me?\"\n\n\n \"At times.\"", "was being more efficient than attractive,\n and she could sense his\n resentment. \"That's all you get.\n Now, lay off, and try to be", "THE HUNTERS\nBY WILLIAM MORRISON\nILLUSTRATED BY VAN DONGEN\nTo all who didn't know him, Curt George was a", "\"I know, but—he's not in good\n health, children. They say he got\n jungle fever in Africa, where he", "\"Oh, Miss Burton, please don't\n make her go home with a policeman.\n If she's going to be an\n actress, I'll bet she'd love to see\n Curt George!\"" ], [ "\"She shouldn't be like that.\n Perhaps, Carolyn, you and Doris\n can do something together. And\n perhaps, too, Mr. George will be\n pleased to see that your teacher\n also has talent.\"", "\"But a drunken lion hunter—that's\n something special.\" He\n went into the next room and began\n to change. \"Carol,\" he\n called. \"Do you like me?\"\n\n\n \"At times.\"", "Carol's hand was on his arm,\n Carol's thin and breathless voice\n shook as she said, \"A drink—all\n the drinks you want.\"\n\n\n \"One will do. And you.\"", "\"Mr. George,\" she said, in a\n strangely affected voice, like that\n of the first dramatic teacher he", "him the horrors. But he thanked\n her too. His good deed for the\n day. Maybe Carol would have\n him now, he thought.", "\"You've had your drink,\" said\n Carol. She was slim, attractive,\n and efficient. At the moment she", "\"It's Carolyn. She's making\n faces just like you!\"\n\n\n \"Really, Carolyn, that isn't at\n all nice!\"", "\"I like that. Don't you think I\n amount to something now?\n Women swoon at the sight of my\n face on the screen, and come to\n life again at the sound of my\n voice.\"", "Carolyn giggled. \"Oh, yes, she\n can act very well. I can act like\n people. She can act like animals.\"", "\"The women who swoon at you\n will swoon at anybody. Besides,\n I don't consider that making nitwits\n swoon is a useful occupation\n for a real man.\"", "\"You're so unforgiving, Carol.\n You don't have much use for me,\n do you—consciously, that is?\"", "Can you do any scenes that\n she does?\"\nThe silence was getting to be\n embarrassing. And Carol said he\n didn't amount to anything, he", "\"Go ahead,\" whispered Carol.\n \"You've seen the script—go into\n your act. Tell them what a hero\n you are. You have the odds in\n your favor to start with.\"", "has shown you what the hunter\n does; you show him what the\n lions do. Yes, Carolyn and Doris,\n you're going to be lions. You are", "\"How can I be useful, Carol?\n No one ever taught me how.\"\n\n\n \"Some people manage without\n being taught.\"\n\n\n \"I suppose I could think how\n if I had a drink inside me.\"", "\"But he likes children, Miss\n Burton! My big sister read in a\n movie magazine where it said\n he's just crazy about them.\"", "\"There should be happiness inside\n you at the thought of your\n doing a good deed. Not a drop,\n George, not a drop.\"", "had ever had, the one who had\n almost ruined his acting career.\n \"Mr. George, I can't tell you\n how happy you have made us all,", "\"Even lions, Miss Burton?\"\n\n\n \"Even lions.\"\n\n\n \"But Mr. George shot lots of\n lions. Was he considerate of them\n too?\"", "Carolyn shrank, she hoped imperceptibly,\n by an inch. \"I'm\n two—\"\n\n\n An outburst of shrill laughter.\n \"She's two years old, she's\n two years old!\"" ], [ "\"But he looks so big and\n strong, Miss Burton. It wouldn't\n hurt him to sign an autograph!\"", "\"Miss Burton,\" called Barbara\n Willman, \"do you think he'd give\n us his autograph?\"", "\"So we must all remember how\n bravely Mr. George is fighting\n his misfortune, and do our best\n not to tire him out.\"", "\"Now, children, I've warned\n you about that. You mustn't\n annoy him. Mr. George is a famous", "In the bright light that flooded\n the afternoon breakfast table,\n Curt George's handsome, manly\n face wore an expression of distress.\n He groaned dismally, and", "\"Mr. George,\" she said, in a\n strangely affected voice, like that\n of the first dramatic teacher he", "\"There should be happiness inside\n you at the thought of your\n doing a good deed. Not a drop,\n George, not a drop.\"", "had ever had, the one who had\n almost ruined his acting career.\n \"Mr. George, I can't tell you\n how happy you have made us all,", "Soon it will be time to go in and\n hear Mr. George. Now, if Mr.\n George is so kind as to entertain\n us, don't you think that it's only", "\"Even lions, Miss Burton?\"\n\n\n \"Even lions.\"\n\n\n \"But Mr. George shot lots of\n lions. Was he considerate of them\n too?\"", "George, are studying how to act.\n They act people\n and\n animals.\n Who knows? Some day they, too,", "may be in the movies, just as you\n are, Mr. George. Wouldn't that\n be nice, children?\"", "young and old. Hasn't Mr.\n George made us happy, children?\"", "\"She shouldn't be like that.\n Perhaps, Carolyn, you and Doris\n can do something together. And\n perhaps, too, Mr. George will be\n pleased to see that your teacher\n also has talent.\"", "\"Oh, Miss Burton, please don't\n make her go home with a policeman.\n If she's going to be an\n actress, I'll bet she'd love to see\n Curt George!\"", "Manto wanted to win easy popularity\n by treating a few of the\n other children, but Palit put his\n girlish foot down. No use arousing", "\"They're about the only audience\n in the world that won't\n spot you as a drunk. God knows\n where I could find any one else\n who'd believe that your hand\n shakes because of fever.\"", "\"All right, if you're good, and\n cause no trouble. But we still\n have plenty of time before seeing\n Mr. George. It's only two now,\n and we're not supposed to go to\n the lecture hall until four.\"", "was shooting all those lions, and\n rhinoceroses, and elephants for\n his new picture. That's why you\n mustn't bother him too much.\"", "\"Why, because it's the truth.\n You're a very good animal performer.\n You make a wonderful\n dragon, for instance. Go on,\n Palit, show her what a fine\n dragon you can—\"" ], [ "Carolyn shrank, she hoped imperceptibly,\n by an inch. \"I'm\n two—\"\n\n\n An outburst of shrill laughter.\n \"She's two years old, she's\n two years old!\"", "\"Well, I'd like to know how\n you were brought up, if you\n don't know that it's wrong to\n mimic people to their faces. A\n big girl like you, too. How old\n are you, Carolyn?\"", "\"It's Carolyn. She's making\n faces just like you!\"\n\n\n \"Really, Carolyn, that isn't at\n all nice!\"", "\"You've had your drink,\" said\n Carol. She was slim, attractive,\n and efficient. At the moment she", "\"Fine. How about you, Carolyn?\n You and your little friend,\n Doris. Can she act too?\"", "\"Carolyn Manto. Please, Miss\n Burton, I had to go to the bathroom,\n and then when I came\n out—\"\n\n\n \"Yes, yes, I know.\"", "\"I'm Carolyn.\"\n\n\n \"Carolyn what?\"", "Carol's hand was on his arm,\n Carol's thin and breathless voice\n shook as she said, \"A drink—all\n the drinks you want.\"\n\n\n \"One will do. And you.\"", "\"I was going to say, I'm\n to\n welve\n . Almost, anyway.\"\n\n\n \"Eleven years old,\" said Miss\n Burton. \"Old enough to know\n better.\"", "has shown you what the hunter\n does; you show him what the\n lions do. Yes, Carolyn and Doris,\n you're going to be lions. You are", "\"Oh, yes, I was forgetting.\n Come up here, Carolyn, come up,\n Doris. Carolyn and Doris, Mr.", "him the horrors. But he thanked\n her too. His good deed for the\n day. Maybe Carol would have\n him now, he thought.", "\"I'm Doris Palit. I went with\n Carolyn to the bathroom—\"\nMiss Burton made a sound of\n annoyance. Imagine losing", "\"She shouldn't be like that.\n Perhaps, Carolyn, you and Doris\n can do something together. And\n perhaps, too, Mr. George will be\n pleased to see that your teacher\n also has talent.\"", "Carolyn's face altered itself in\n a hurry, so as to lose any resemblance\n to Miss Burton's. \"I'm\n sorry, Miss Burton, I didn't\n really mean to do anything\n wrong.\"", "\"I don't see how they can take\n you drunk,\" replied Carol.\n\n\n \"Why go through with it at\n all? Why not call the whole thing\n quits?\"", "A voice shrilled, \"Miss Burton?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, dear?\"\n\n\n \"Aren't you going to call on\n Carolyn to act?\"", "\"Go ahead,\" whispered Carol.\n \"You've seen the script—go into\n your act. Tell them what a hero\n you are. You have the odds in\n your favor to start with.\"", "Carolyn giggled. \"Oh, yes, she\n can act very well. I can act like\n people. She can act like animals.\"", "\"You're so unforgiving, Carol.\n You don't have much use for me,\n do you—consciously, that is?\"" ], [ "They had been speaking too\n loud, they had been overheard.\n Palit and Manto stared at each", "In this atmosphere of giggles\n and whispers, Manto and Palit\n could exchange confidences without\n being noticed. Palit said savagely,\n \"Why did you tell her that\n I could act too?\"", "They all trouped after her,\n Palit and Manto bringing up the\n rear. Manto giggled, and whispered", "Manto said tolerantly, \"You're\n getting jittery, Palit. We've\n been away from home too long.\"\n\n\n \"I am not jittery in the least.\n But I believe in taking due care.\"", "Manto wanted to win easy popularity\n by treating a few of the\n other children, but Palit put his\n girlish foot down. No use arousing", "The two men who were looking\n on wore pleased smiles.\n \"Charming,\" said Manto. \"But\n somewhat unpredictable, despite\n all our experiences,\n muy amigo\n .\"", "suspect their danger.\"\nThis time, Manto's giggle was\n no longer mere camouflage, but\n expressed to a certain degree\n how he felt. \"They cannot possibly", "Palit nodded, and the two men\n stepped under the shade of a\n tree whose long, drooping, leaf-covered\n branches formed a convenient", "\"You and your lack of it! But\n let's not argue now, Palit. Here,\n I think, comes the lion-hunter.", "\"Why, because it's the truth.\n You're a very good animal performer.\n You make a wonderful\n dragon, for instance. Go on,\n Palit, show her what a fine\n dragon you can—\"", "\"All right,\" conceded Palit,\n grudgingly.\nSo they stayed, and out of\n some twigs and leaves they", "childish conversation seem quite\n normal. But Palit was in no\n laughing mood. He said, in his\n own language, \"You're getting", "at present there is not the\n slightest shadow of danger. So,\n Palit, you had better stop being\n fearful.\"", "An assistant curator of some\n collection in the zoo, a flustered\n old woman, was introducing him.", "\"Very good, Frances.\"\n\n\n Frances smirked at the approbation.\n \"I've been to the zoo\n lots of times,\" she said to the\n girl next to her. \"My father\n takes me.\"", "\"Whatever you say, Manto. If\n you wish, we shall join the little\n ladies.\"\n\n\n \"We must have our story prepared\n first.\"", "\"I'm sorry, Palit, but it was\n so suggestive. And I'm a very\n suggestible person.\"\n\n\n \"So am I. But I control myself.\"", "\"You are imagining things,\n Manto. Another thing, that mistake\n in starting to say you were\n two hundred years old—\"", "Facing him across the platform\n were two lions, tensed as\n if to leap. Where they had come", "\"Stop it, you fool, before you\n cause trouble!\"\n\n\n \"Very well, Palit. Did I tempt\n you?\"\n\n\n \"Did you tempt me! You and\n your sense of humor!\"" ], [ "They had been speaking too\n loud, they had been overheard.\n Palit and Manto stared at each", "In this atmosphere of giggles\n and whispers, Manto and Palit\n could exchange confidences without\n being noticed. Palit said savagely,\n \"Why did you tell her that\n I could act too?\"", "Manto wanted to win easy popularity\n by treating a few of the\n other children, but Palit put his\n girlish foot down. No use arousing", "Manto said tolerantly, \"You're\n getting jittery, Palit. We've\n been away from home too long.\"\n\n\n \"I am not jittery in the least.\n But I believe in taking due care.\"", "They all trouped after her,\n Palit and Manto bringing up the\n rear. Manto giggled, and whispered", "suspect their danger.\"\nThis time, Manto's giggle was\n no longer mere camouflage, but\n expressed to a certain degree\n how he felt. \"They cannot possibly", "\"All right,\" conceded Palit,\n grudgingly.\nSo they stayed, and out of\n some twigs and leaves they", "The two men who were looking\n on wore pleased smiles.\n \"Charming,\" said Manto. \"But\n somewhat unpredictable, despite\n all our experiences,\n muy amigo\n .\"", "at present there is not the\n slightest shadow of danger. So,\n Palit, you had better stop being\n fearful.\"", "Palit nodded, and the two men\n stepped under the shade of a\n tree whose long, drooping, leaf-covered\n branches formed a convenient", "\"Stop it, you fool, before you\n cause trouble!\"\n\n\n \"Very well, Palit. Did I tempt\n you?\"\n\n\n \"Did you tempt me! You and\n your sense of humor!\"", "\"Why, because it's the truth.\n You're a very good animal performer.\n You make a wonderful\n dragon, for instance. Go on,\n Palit, show her what a fine\n dragon you can—\"", "childish conversation seem quite\n normal. But Palit was in no\n laughing mood. He said, in his\n own language, \"You're getting", "other, and giggled coyly. Then,\n after a second to think, Palit\n said, \"Onay, Issmay Urtonbay!\"", "\"You are imagining things,\n Manto. Another thing, that mistake\n in starting to say you were\n two hundred years old—\"", "Palit said firmly, \"Be careful,\n and I won't be fearful. That's all\n there is to it.\"", "\"I'm sorry, Palit, but it was\n so suggestive. And I'm a very\n suggestible person.\"\n\n\n \"So am I. But I control myself.\"", "careless, Manto. You had no\n business imitating her expression.\"", "\"Sorry, Palit. It wasn't an attempt\n to show my skill, I assure\n you. It's that by now I have a\n tendency to confuse one language\n with another.\"", "\"You and your lack of it! But\n let's not argue now, Palit. Here,\n I think, comes the lion-hunter." ] ]

[ "What was the name of the stoker from the title?", "Why does the stranger want to join the trip?", "Do Mac and the narrator trust the stranger?", "Why did the Jeks allow the stranger on their ship?", "Why does the stranger want to join the Jek crew?", "Why did relations between humans and aliens improve after the stranger's travels?", "Which of the following best describes the Jeks, Nosurwey, and Lud?", "Which of the following words best describes the stranger?", "Which of the following is a lesson we can learn from this story?" ]

[ [ "MacReidie", "Baker", "Unknown", "Daniels" ], [ "He wants to fight", "He wants to work", "He is desperate", "He is bored" ], [ "No, he could cause trouble with other races", "Yes, he is a great stoker", "Yes, he was a respected marine", "No, he could cause trouble on the ship" ], [ "He snuck on", "He earned respect", "The will allow anyone on their ship", "He tricked them" ], [ "He wants to travel and work", "He is going to sabotage their nuclear drive", "He does not like his own people", "He wants to join the winning side" ], [ "He put a face to the human race", "He just worked and traveled", "He did all of these things", "He proved the value of humanity" ], [ "Gentle", "Powerful", "Wise", "Grudge-holding" ], [ "Angry", "Tough", "Happy", "Lost" ], [ "Aliens are dangerous.", "Do not lose yourself in defeat", "Travel as much as possible", "Do your job without causing trouble" ] ]

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[ [ "The stoker was coming down on\n one of the cargo slings. He stood\n upright, his booted feet planted wide,", "THE STOKER", "when the stoker was a few paces\n away. The stoker stopped, too. All\n the Jeks were watching him and paying\n no attention to anything else. The", "The stoker shook his head. \"No\n deal. I signed on as a crewman. I'll\n do a crewman's work for a crewman's", "long as I knew him afterwards. We\n took off in the morning. The stoker\n had already left on the Jek ship, and\n it turned out he'd trained an apprentice", "meet him. It was an odd thing to\n see—the stoker, and the Jek, who\n did not stand as tall. MacReidie and\n I stepped back.", "The stoker nodded, and they walked\n over to his vehicle together. They\n drove away, toward the Jek ship.", "stoker, was that it would have meant\n trouble in the ship. Trouble, confined\n to our little percentage of the ship's\n volume, could seem like something", "\"Captain leave any special instructions\n in the Order Book?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Just the usual. Keep a tight watch\n and proceed cautiously.\"\n\n\n \"That new stoker,\" Mac said.", "He'd caught Mac's look and turned\n his head to me. \"I'll stoke,\" he repeated.", "I couldn't say I was surprised. It\n had to be something like that, about\n the stoker. The mark was on him, as\n I've said.", "You wouldn't know. There's no\n such thing as a stoker any more, with\n automatic ships. But the stranger", "So, I don't know. The older I get,\n the less I know. The thing people remember\n the stoker for—the thing", "Not from the stoker, not from Mac.\n None of us wanted trouble—not\n even Mac, but he'd cause it to get\n rid of it, if you follow what I mean", "\"You're bound over the border,\n aren't you?\"\n\n\n MacReidie nodded. \"That's right.\n But—\"\n\n\n \"I'll stoke.\"", "He opened it to see whose it was.\n When he found out, he closed it up\n and strapped it back in its place at\n the foot of the stoker's bunk.", "Mac looked him over. He saw the\n same things I'd seen. He shook his\n head. \"Not for you. The only thing\n we're short on is stokers.\"", "We heard about our stoker, occasionally.\n He shipped with the Lud,\n and the Nosurwey, and some people", "could. MacReidie wasn't a mumbling\n man, so he said angrily: \"O.K.,\n bucko, you'll stoke. Go and sign on.\"", "He'd been singing, the stoker had.\n He'd been singing while he worked\n with one arm dead, one sleeve ripped" ], [ "going out to trade with his sworn\n enemies! Why do you suppose he\n wanted to sign on? Why do you suppose\n he's so eager to go!\"", "his straps, and fell asleep. He was\n always friendly toward me, but he\n must have been very tired that first\n night. I often wondered what kind", "\"I was here when you were.\"\n\n\n \"I want to speak to your ship's\n captain.\"\n\n\n \"All right. I'll drive you over.\"", "what path he wandered from people\n to people. Nobody could. He just\n kept signing on with whatever ship\n was going deeper into the galaxy,\n going farther and farther. He messed", "\"Thanks.\" The stranger walked\n quietly away. He wrapped a hand\n around the cable on a cargo hook and\n rode into the hold on top of some", "MacReidie looked over toward me\n and frowned. I shrugged my shoulders\n helplessly. I was a little afraid\n of the stranger, too.", "\"I'm signing off the ship. Going\n with the Jeks.\"\n\n\n MacReidie was with me. He said\n loudly: \"What do you mean, you're\n going with the Jeks?\"", "The stoker nodded, and they walked\n over to his vehicle together. They\n drove away, toward the Jek ship.", "along. We could have a good trip.", "now, if he really did do anything\n different. In an odd way, I like to\n think that one day, in a bar, on a\n day that seemed like all the rest to", "was on him, but not on us. I couldn't\n meet his eyes. \"O.K. by me,\" I mumbled\n at last.", "Serenus\nloaded and buttoned up that\n Mac and I even spoke to each other\n again. Then we talked about the trip.\n We didn't talk about the stranger.", "Not from the stoker, not from Mac.\n None of us wanted trouble—not\n even Mac, but he'd cause it to get\n rid of it, if you follow what I mean", "He was a very quiet man. Quiet in\n the way he moved and talked. When\n we were both climbing into our", "\"You're bound over the border,\n aren't you?\"\n\n\n MacReidie nodded. \"That's right.\n But—\"\n\n\n \"I'll stoke.\"", "schools, or even to different schools\n in different towns, knows him now.\n Ask them. But I knew him. I lived\n three feet away from him for a month", "Serenus\n. MacReidie was First Officer.\n I was Second. The stranger came\n walking up to us.", "\"Sing, will you!\" somebody yelled.\n He grinned and went back to the\n \"Good Ship\nVenus", "But I found that this trip wasn't\n quite the same. I found myself looking\n at the factor's post, and I realized", "The trouble was the look of him.\n It was the look you saw in the bars\n back on Earth, where the veterans of" ], [ "MacReidie looked over toward me\n and frowned. I shrugged my shoulders\n helplessly. I was a little afraid\n of the stranger, too.", "\"We've got to stop him,\" Mac\n said, and both of us started toward\n him. His hands were both in plain", "\"I don't know, Mac,\" I said. \"Go\n easy.\" I could feel the knots in my\n stomach. I didn't want any trouble.", "Serenus\nloaded and buttoned up that\n Mac and I even spoke to each other\n again. Then we talked about the trip.\n We didn't talk about the stranger.", "\"You don't know,\" Mac said. \"It's\n there. In his duffel. Damn it, we're", "I didn't say anything. Mac glanced\n over at me. \"Well?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know.\" I didn't.", "Mac and I had almost reached him\n when a Jek with insignia on his\n coveralls suddenly jumped down\n from his lift and came forward to", "meet him. It was an odd thing to\n see—the stoker, and the Jek, who\n did not stand as tall. MacReidie and\n I stepped back.", "his straps, and fell asleep. He was\n always friendly toward me, but he\n must have been very tired that first\n night. I often wondered what kind", "was one of them. They were a kind\n of human being neither MacReidie\n nor I could hope to understand.", "Mac looked him over. He saw the\n same things I'd seen. He shook his\n head. \"Not for you. The only thing\n we're short on is stokers.\"", "holder in the Merchant Service, and\n a good man, in his day. He kept\n mostly to his cabin. And there was\n nothing MacReidie could do on his", "Not from the stoker, not from Mac.\n None of us wanted trouble—not\n even Mac, but he'd cause it to get\n rid of it, if you follow what I mean", "We were almost through when\n Mac suddenly grabbed my arm.\n \"Look!\"", "MacReidie was my relief on the\n bridge. When he came up, he didn't\n relieve me right away. He stood next\n to my chair and looked out through\n the ports.", "\"They'll kill him. They'll kill him\n right now,\" MacReidie whispered.", "Serenus\n. MacReidie was First Officer.\n I was Second. The stranger came\n walking up to us.", "\"You're bound over the border,\n aren't you?\"\n\n\n MacReidie nodded. \"That's right.\n But—\"\n\n\n \"I'll stoke.\"", "He'd caught Mac's look and turned\n his head to me. \"I'll stoke,\" he repeated.", "\"All right, let's get back to work,\"\n another Jek said to MacReidie and\n myself, and we went back to unloading" ], [ "\"I'm signing off the ship. Going\n with the Jeks.\"\n\n\n MacReidie was with me. He said\n loudly: \"What do you mean, you're\n going with the Jeks?\"", "\"On a Jek ship.\"\n\n\n \"Anybody's ship. When I get to\n their home world, I'll probably ship\n out with some people from farther\n on. Why not? It's honest work.\"", "when the stoker was a few paces\n away. The stoker stopped, too. All\n the Jeks were watching him and paying\n no attention to anything else. The", "permit to disembark. There was a Jek\n ship at the other end of the field,\n loaded with the cargo we would get\n in exchange for our holdful of", "The stoker nodded, and they walked\n over to his vehicle together. They\n drove away, toward the Jek ship.", "The Jeks stopped their lifts. They\n knew that uniform. They sat up in\n their saddles and watched him come", "Mac and I had almost reached him\n when a Jek with insignia on his\n coveralls suddenly jumped down\n from his lift and came forward to", "put your finger on, but the Jeks began\n taking more goods, and giving us\n things we needed when we told them\n we wanted them. After a while,\nSerenus", "meet him. It was an odd thing to\n see—the stoker, and the Jek, who\n did not stand as tall. MacReidie and\n I stepped back.", "They ought to have. If I'd been\n a Jek, I would have thought that uniform\n was a death warrant. But the\n Jek spoke to him:\n\n\n \"Are you entitled to wear that?\"", "The Jek was coal black, his scales\n glittering in the cold sunlight, his\n hatchet-face inscrutable. He stopped", "\"All right, let's get back to work,\"\n another Jek said to MacReidie and\n myself, and we went back to unloading", "long as I knew him afterwards. We\n took off in the morning. The stoker\n had already left on the Jek ship, and\n it turned out he'd trained an apprentice", "down. When the sling touched the\n ground, he jumped off quietly and\n walked toward the nearest Jek. They\n all followed him with their eyes.", "captain of a destroyer. If I'd had a\n cruiser's range, I would have reached\n it.\" He looked at the Jek. \"Where\n were you?\"", "\"Thanks.\" The stranger walked\n quietly away. He wrapped a hand\n around the cable on a cargo hook and\n rode into the hold on top of some", "mind our manners. The Jeks and the\n Lud and the Nosurwey returned to\n their own affairs, and we knew they\n would leave us alone so long as we", "\"I signed on their ship,\" the stoker\n said. \"Stoking. They've got a micro-nuclear\n drive. It's been a while since", "The stoker shook his head. \"No\n deal. I signed on as a crewman. I'll\n do a crewman's work for a crewman's", "going out to trade with his sworn\n enemies! Why do you suppose he\n wanted to sign on? Why do you suppose\n he's so eager to go!\"" ], [ "\"I'm signing off the ship. Going\n with the Jeks.\"\n\n\n MacReidie was with me. He said\n loudly: \"What do you mean, you're\n going with the Jeks?\"", "The stoker nodded, and they walked\n over to his vehicle together. They\n drove away, toward the Jek ship.", "\"On a Jek ship.\"\n\n\n \"Anybody's ship. When I get to\n their home world, I'll probably ship\n out with some people from farther\n on. Why not? It's honest work.\"", "going out to trade with his sworn\n enemies! Why do you suppose he\n wanted to sign on? Why do you suppose\n he's so eager to go!\"", "Mac and I had almost reached him\n when a Jek with insignia on his\n coveralls suddenly jumped down\n from his lift and came forward to", "what path he wandered from people\n to people. Nobody could. He just\n kept signing on with whatever ship\n was going deeper into the galaxy,\n going farther and farther. He messed", "long as I knew him afterwards. We\n took off in the morning. The stoker\n had already left on the Jek ship, and\n it turned out he'd trained an apprentice", "The Jek was coal black, his scales\n glittering in the cold sunlight, his\n hatchet-face inscrutable. He stopped", "down. When the sling touched the\n ground, he jumped off quietly and\n walked toward the nearest Jek. They\n all followed him with their eyes.", "meet him. It was an odd thing to\n see—the stoker, and the Jek, who\n did not stand as tall. MacReidie and\n I stepped back.", "when the stoker was a few paces\n away. The stoker stopped, too. All\n the Jeks were watching him and paying\n no attention to anything else. The", "captain of a destroyer. If I'd had a\n cruiser's range, I would have reached\n it.\" He looked at the Jek. \"Where\n were you?\"", "The stoker shook his head. \"No\n deal. I signed on as a crewman. I'll\n do a crewman's work for a crewman's", "permit to disembark. There was a Jek\n ship at the other end of the field,\n loaded with the cargo we would get\n in exchange for our holdful of", "\"I signed on their ship,\" the stoker\n said. \"Stoking. They've got a micro-nuclear\n drive. It's been a while since", "\"All right, let's get back to work,\"\n another Jek said to MacReidie and\n myself, and we went back to unloading", "They ought to have. If I'd been\n a Jek, I would have thought that uniform\n was a death warrant. But the\n Jek spoke to him:\n\n\n \"Are you entitled to wear that?\"", "The Jeks stopped their lifts. They\n knew that uniform. They sat up in\n their saddles and watched him come", "\"I was here when you were.\"\n\n\n \"I want to speak to your ship's\n captain.\"\n\n\n \"All right. I'll drive you over.\"", "been the same as ours. He'd commanded\n a fighting ship, somewhere,\n and come to grips with things we\n simply didn't know about. The mark" ], [ "of the human race to the wiser, gentler\n races in the stars. That way, we\n lived. That way, we were permitted\n to carry on our little concerns, and", "possibly understand what the songs\n were about. All I know is, for some\n reason those people slowly began\n treating us with respect. We changed,", "what path he wandered from people\n to people. Nobody could. He just\n kept signing on with whatever ship\n was going deeper into the galaxy,\n going farther and farther. He messed", "\"I was at this planet in '39. I was\n closer to your home world the year\n before that,\" the stoker said. \"I was", "We were beaten. We moved out\n beyond Centaurus, and Sirius, and\n then we met the Jeks, the Nosurwey,", "living being ever to travel all the way\n around the galaxy.\nTHE END\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from", "and other people beyond them,\n and things just got better for us,\n somehow.", "his straps, and fell asleep. He was\n always friendly toward me, but he\n must have been very tired that first\n night. I often wondered what kind", "The trouble was the look of him.\n It was the look you saw in the bars\n back on Earth, where the veterans of", "The stoker nodded, and they walked\n over to his vehicle together. They\n drove away, toward the Jek ship.", "mind our manners. The Jeks and the\n Lud and the Nosurwey returned to\n their own affairs, and we knew they\n would leave us alone so long as we", "were far from home. But not since\n the war, we all seemed to realize together.\n We stopped, and looked at\n each other, and we all began drifting", "When we reached Alpha Centaurus,\n and set down at the trading field\n on the second planet, it was the same", "\"Thanks.\" The stranger walked\n quietly away. He wrapped a hand\n around the cable on a cargo hook and\n rode into the hold on top of some", "from all the others, somehow.\n It gave a new face to the entire\n planet.\nMac and I and some of the other\n crewmen went down on the field to", "in our hearts—we\nliked\nit. We were\n grateful just to be left alone again.\n We were happy we hadn't been", "long as I knew him afterwards. We\n took off in the morning. The stoker\n had already left on the Jek ship, and\n it turned out he'd trained an apprentice", "met any people from off Earth, even,\n you could hear people saying we\n were toughest, cruelest life-form in\n the Universe, unfit to mingle with", "\"I was here when you were.\"\n\n\n \"I want to speak to your ship's\n captain.\"\n\n\n \"All right. I'll drive you over.\"", "much more important than the fate\n of the human race. It may not seem\n that way to you. But as long as no\n one began anything, we could all get" ], [ "was going a little deeper into\n Jek territory, and when she wore out,\n the two replacements let us trade with\n the Lud, too. Then it was the Nosurwey,", "mind our manners. The Jeks and the\n Lud and the Nosurwey returned to\n their own affairs, and we knew they\n would leave us alone so long as we", "The Jek was coal black, his scales\n glittering in the cold sunlight, his\n hatchet-face inscrutable. He stopped", "when the stoker was a few paces\n away. The stoker stopped, too. All\n the Jeks were watching him and paying\n no attention to anything else. The", "We heard about our stoker, occasionally.\n He shipped with the Lud,\n and the Nosurwey, and some people", "down. When the sling touched the\n ground, he jumped off quietly and\n walked toward the nearest Jek. They\n all followed him with their eyes.", "put your finger on, but the Jeks began\n taking more goods, and giving us\n things we needed when we told them\n we wanted them. After a while,\nSerenus", "\"I'm signing off the ship. Going\n with the Jeks.\"\n\n\n MacReidie was with me. He said\n loudly: \"What do you mean, you're\n going with the Jeks?\"", "Mac and I had almost reached him\n when a Jek with insignia on his\n coveralls suddenly jumped down\n from his lift and came forward to", "We were beaten. We moved out\n beyond Centaurus, and Sirius, and\n then we met the Jeks, the Nosurwey,", "meet him. It was an odd thing to\n see—the stoker, and the Jek, who\n did not stand as tall. MacReidie and\n I stepped back.", "The Jeks stopped their lifts. They\n knew that uniform. They sat up in\n their saddles and watched him come", "goods. We had the usual things;\n wine, music tapes, furs, and the like.\n The Jeks had been giving us light\n machinery lately—probably we'd get", "\"All right, let's get back to work,\"\n another Jek said to MacReidie and\n myself, and we went back to unloading", "for the first time that the Lud hadn't\n built it. It was a leftover from the\n old colonial human government. And\n the city on the horizon—men had", "the Lud. We tried Terrestrial know-how,\n we tried Production Miracles,\n we tried patriotism, we tried damning\n the torpedoes and full speed", "The stoker nodded, and they walked\n over to his vehicle together. They\n drove away, toward the Jek ship.", "They ought to have. If I'd been\n a Jek, I would have thought that uniform\n was a death warrant. But the\n Jek spoke to him:\n\n\n \"Are you entitled to wear that?\"", "schools, or even to different schools\n in different towns, knows him now.\n Ask them. But I knew him. I lived\n three feet away from him for a month", "as the other trips we'd made, and the\n same kind of landfall. The Lud factor\n came out of his post after we'd\n waited for a while, and gave us our" ], [ "\"Thanks.\" The stranger walked\n quietly away. He wrapped a hand\n around the cable on a cargo hook and\n rode into the hold on top of some", "his straps, and fell asleep. He was\n always friendly toward me, but he\n must have been very tired that first\n night. I often wondered what kind", "He was a very quiet man. Quiet in\n the way he moved and talked. When\n we were both climbing into our", "MacReidie looked over toward me\n and frowned. I shrugged my shoulders\n helplessly. I was a little afraid\n of the stranger, too.", "schools, or even to different schools\n in different towns, knows him now.\n Ask them. But I knew him. I lived\n three feet away from him for a month", "I couldn't really describe him to\n you. He had a duffelbag in his hand\n and a packed airsuit on his back. The", "The Jek was coal black, his scales\n glittering in the cold sunlight, his\n hatchet-face inscrutable. He stopped", "was on him, but not on us. I couldn't\n meet his eyes. \"O.K. by me,\" I mumbled\n at last.", "them where the cosmic rays had shot\n through them. But his eyes were\n steady and his body was hard. What\n did he look like? He looked like a\n man.", "Everybody knows\n him now. Everybody\n who passed him on the street knows\n him. Everybody who went to the same", "holder in the Merchant Service, and\n a good man, in his day. He kept\n mostly to his cabin. And there was\n nothing MacReidie could do on his", "What was he thinking of? Make\n your own choice. I think I came close\n to knowing him, at that moment, but\n until human beings turn telepath, no\n man can be sure of another.", "was one of them. They were a kind\n of human being neither MacReidie\n nor I could hope to understand.", "bunks, that first night, I introduced\n myself and he introduced himself.\n Then he heaved himself into his\n bunk, rolled over on his side, fixed", "were far from home. But not since\n the war, we all seemed to realize together.\n We stopped, and looked at\n each other, and we all began drifting", "been the same as ours. He'd commanded\n a fighting ship, somewhere,\n and come to grips with things we\n simply didn't know about. The mark", "when the stoker was a few paces\n away. The stoker stopped, too. All\n the Jeks were watching him and paying\n no attention to anything else. The", "boy to take his place.\nIt was strange how things became\n different for us, little by little after\n that. It was never anything you could", "Serenus\n. MacReidie was First Officer.\n I was Second. The stranger came\n walking up to us.", "in our hearts—we\nliked\nit. We were\n grateful just to be left alone again.\n We were happy we hadn't been" ], [ "mind our manners. The Jeks and the\n Lud and the Nosurwey returned to\n their own affairs, and we knew they\n would leave us alone so long as we", "of the human race to the wiser, gentler\n races in the stars. That way, we\n lived. That way, we were permitted\n to carry on our little concerns, and", "possibly understand what the songs\n were about. All I know is, for some\n reason those people slowly began\n treating us with respect. We changed,", "in our hearts—we\nliked\nit. We were\n grateful just to be left alone again.\n We were happy we hadn't been", "much more important than the fate\n of the human race. It may not seem\n that way to you. But as long as no\n one began anything, we could all get", "\"We've got to stop him,\" Mac\n said, and both of us started toward\n him. His hands were both in plain", "man.\nIt was after the war, and we were\n beaten. There used to be a school of\n thought among us that deplored our\n combativeness; before we had ever", "on these things in our own right. I\n know how it was. I was there, twenty\n years ago. I was a little, pudgy\n man with short breath and a high-pitched", "schools, or even to different schools\n in different towns, knows him now.\n Ask them. But I knew him. I lived\n three feet away from him for a month", "with the outside, we accepted it for\n the fantastically generous gift it was.\n Too many of our best men were dead\n for us to have any remaining claim", "were far from home. But not since\n the war, we all seemed to realize together.\n We stopped, and looked at\n each other, and we all began drifting", "Not from the stoker, not from Mac.\n None of us wanted trouble—not\n even Mac, but he'd cause it to get\n rid of it, if you follow what I mean", "So, I don't know. The older I get,\n the less I know. The thing people remember\n the stoker for—the thing", "He was a very quiet man. Quiet in\n the way he moved and talked. When\n we were both climbing into our", "reciting something, softly, under his\n breath, and I stepped a little closer.\n This is what it was:", "now, if he really did do anything\n different. In an odd way, I like to\n think that one day, in a bar, on a\n day that seemed like all the rest to", "\"\n—so there we were at a million\n per, and the air was gettin' thick. The\n Skipper says 'Cheer up, brave boys,\n we'll—'\n\"", "down—do you suppose they'll stop\n with him? They'll kill us, and then\n they'll go in and stamp Earth flat!\n You know it as well as I do.\"", "And maybe it got to him, too. It\n may explain something. He and I\n were the last to leave. We went to", "What was he thinking of? Make\n your own choice. I think I came close\n to knowing him, at that moment, but\n until human beings turn telepath, no\n man can be sure of another." ] ]

[ "Where was the plane that Pete was aboard heading?", "What does the Public Relations Bureau do?", "What did the majority of the population think was the worst part about the Grdznth?", "Why were the Grdznth leaving their own Universe?", "Why did the Grzdnth choose Earth to travel to?", "What was Tommy referring to when he said that the \"parking fee\" was \"plenty?\"", "What was Pete's approach to make the Grzdnth more likeable?", "What was Tommy talking about when he mentioned \"tolerance levels?\"", "What was making Pete begin to get anxious about their deal with the Grzdnth?", "What was the ultimate outcome of letting the Grzdnth take repreive Earth?" ]

[ [ "Washington D.C.", "New Philly", "Florida", "L.A." ], [ "Sell movies to people who don't want to buy them", "Manage the campaign for Senator Stokes", "Manage the media relating to Grdznth", "Keep the public from finding out about time travel" ], [ "Their off-putting appearance ", "They were too polite", "They liked to scare children", "They could show up anywhere at any time" ], [ "Their planet was cooling down too much", "Their sun was about to explode", "They were being chased ", "They did so completely by choice" ], [ "The Earthlings were very hospitable", "It had the right climate for their gestation period", "There was a large source of food for them", "It was nearby in location to their most previous home" ], [ "The Grzdnth would give the humans immense amounts of money for letting them stay.", "The Grzdnth would charge the humans in order to stay on their planet", "The Grzdnth would let the humans live for letting them stay.", "The Grzdnth would give the humans the knowledge of inter-dimensional travel for letting them stay." ], [ "Explain the immense reward that they would give the humans", "Empathizing with the fact that they were expecting mothers", "Add them to human media as benevolent companions", "Use make-up to make them more attractive" ], [ "The precision of the technology that the Grzdnth used", "The public's tolerance of the Grzdnth's presence on Earth", "The level of null-gravity that humans could withstand", "The Grzdnth Wive's heat tolerance" ], [ "The Grzdnth kept coming through in greater numbers", "The government was starting to threaten Pete's job", "The public was only willing to wait 1 more month for the Grzdnth babies", "Pete hadn't received any progress reports on the technology advancements " ], [ "The Grzdnth decided to make Earth a permanent home and cooperate with the humas", "The Grzdnth enslaved humankind after staging a coupe", "Humankind would be transported to a parallel universe", "Humans were able to discover the secrets of inter-dimensional travel" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Well, you seem to have drifted through into the wrong\n airplane,\" said Pete. \"Why Florida?\"", "The fat lady gasped, and an angry murmur ran up and down\n the cabin. \"Sit down,\" Pete said to the creature. \"Relax. Cheerful\n reception these days, eh?\"", "Terribly sorry....\" His voice trailed off as he lumbered down\n the aisle toward the empty seat next to Pete.", "The passengers within earshot stiffened, glaring at Pete.\n The fat lady was whispering indignantly to her seat companion.\n Junior had half emerged from his mother's collar; he was busy\n sticking out his tongue at the Grdznth.", "He turned back to Pete with a frantic light in his eye. \"Good\n old Pete. Just in time. Just. Eleventh-hour reprieve. Have a", "\"Oh, I don't mean to rush. It's been lovely, but—\" Already\n the Grdznth was beginning to fade out.\n\n\n \"Try four miles down and a thousand miles southeast,\" said\n Pete.", "Pete thought of Tommy, red-faced and frantic, beating off\n hordes of indignant citizens. \"So I hear,\" he said. \"How many\n more of you are coming through?\"", "On the newly finished seventeenth floor, he found Tommy\n Heinz pacing the corridor like an expectant young father.\n Tommy had lost weight since Pete had last seen him. His", "\"Not at all.\" Pete tossed his briefcase on the floor. At a\n distance the huge beast had looked like a nightmare combination", "Two rows down a small boy let out a muffled howl and\n tried to bury himself in his mother's coat collar. An indignant\n wail arose from the fat lady. Someone behind Pete groaned\n aloud and quickly retired behind a newspaper.", "in a beady Grdznth eye! What Tommy needed right now was\n a Bazooka Battalion, not a PR-man. Pete settled back in\n the Eastbound Rocketjet with a sigh of resignation.", "empty. Pete leaned back, grinning to himself as the angry\n rumble rose around him like a wave. He was a Public Relations\n man to the core—but right now he was off duty. He", "\"Not crazy. Just getting nervous.\" Pete jammed his hands\n into his pockets. \"Do you realize where\nwe're\nstanding in this", "The lobby of the Public Relations Bureau was swarming like\n an upturned anthill when Pete disembarked from the taxi. He\n could almost smell the desperate tension of the place. He", "Tommy and Pete looked at each other, and Tommy's hands\n were shaking. \"I think,\" he said, \"we'd better find Charlie\n Karns right now.\"", "\"Sure, sure,\" said Pete. \"It sounds great. Just a little bit\ntoo\ngreat.\"\n\n\n Tommy blinked at him. \"Too great? Are you crazy?\"", "Pete watched it with his jaw sagging until his head began to\n spin. \"No wires?\"", "\"It'll sell,\" Pete said. \"The question is: for how long?\"\nThe planning revealed the mark of genius. Nothing", "\"Of course,\" said Pete. \"In their condition. I'd forgotten.\"\n\n\n \"And I'm told that things have been somewhat unpleasant\n in the East just now,\" said the Grdznth.", "The creature shifted uneasily. \"Really, I think—perhaps\n Florida would be better.\"\n\n\n \"Going to try it again right now? Don't rush off,\" said Pete." ], [ "In the Public Relations Bureau building, machines worked\n on into the night. As questionnaires came back, spot candid", "The lobby of the Public Relations Bureau was swarming like\n an upturned anthill when Pete disembarked from the taxi. He\n could almost smell the desperate tension of the place. He", "\"Indeed,\" said Pete. \"Tommy, how fast can you get a PR-blast\n to penetrate? How much medium do you control?\"\n\n\n \"Plenty,\" Tommy gulped.", "advances Earth will have, the wealth, the power. No dice. The\n man on the street reads our PR-blasts, and then looks up to see\n one of the nasty things staring over his shoulder at the newspaper.\"", "empty. Pete leaned back, grinning to himself as the angry\n rumble rose around him like a wave. He was a Public Relations\n man to the core—but right now he was off duty. He", "The Grdznth sitting on the stool looked regretfully from the\n cosmetician to the Public Relations men. \"I say—I\nam", "\"An assistant on the job,\" Tommy said quickly. \"A very\n excellent PR-man.\"\n\n\n The senator sniffed audibly. \"Full of ideas, no doubt.\"", "Not that he didn't like Tommy. Tommy was a good PR-man,\n as PR-men go. He just didn't know his own depth. PRoblem", "The senator didn't seem to like being forgotten. He walked\n into the office, looked disdainfully at the PR-men, and sank to\n the edge of a chair, leaning on his umbrella.", "do\nanything about it. They apologize\n profusely, but they keep coming through.\" The two started\n on for the office. \"Things are getting to the breaking point.", "feelings? The blast is washing over them like a wave and there\n they sit!\" He punched the private wire to Analysis for the\n fourth time that morning. He got a man with a hag-ridden look", "down here. Get a Grdznth obstetrician or two. We're going to\n put together a PR-blast that will twang the people's heart-strings\n like a billion harps.\"", "\"Well, why won't they? The people just didn't trust us, that\n was all. What does the man in the street know about transmatters?\n Nothing. But give him one, and then try to take it\n away.\"", "in a beady Grdznth eye! What Tommy needed right now was\n a Bazooka Battalion, not a PR-man. Pete settled back in\n the Eastbound Rocketjet with a sigh of resignation.", "Tommy gave him a long look. \"So far we've kept it out of\n the papers, but there have been some incidents. Didn't hurt", "\"Get him on the wire,\" Tommy said. \"That's orders.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. But first they want you in Analysis.\"", "Two rows down a small boy let out a muffled howl and\n tried to bury himself in his mother's coat collar. An indignant\n wail arose from the fat lady. Someone behind Pete groaned\n aloud and quickly retired behind a newspaper.", "\"Sit down and shut up,\" said Pete. \"If there's one thing the\n man in the street reveres, my friend, it's motherhood. We've", "getting to first base with Gorgeous over there. This is only one\n thing we've tried,\" he added as they moved on down the corridor.\n \"You should see the field reports. We've tried selling the", "\"Don't worry about that,\" said the girl. \"He's growing roots.\n They swept around him last night, and dusted him off this\n morning. His appointment was for\nyesterday\n, remember?\"" ], [ "The Grdznth nodded sadly. \"It's horrible of me, but I just\n can't help it. I\nalways", "The Grdznth looked at him reproachfully. \"The Wives, of\n course. The climate is so much better, and they mustn't be\n disturbed, you know.\"", "Determined movements to expel the Grdznth faltered, trembled\n with indecision. The Grdznth were ugly, they frightened\n little children, they", "\"Of course,\" said Pete. \"In their condition. I'd forgotten.\"\n\n\n \"And I'm told that things have been somewhat unpleasant\n in the East just now,\" said the Grdznth.", "The more Grdznth come through, the more they act as though\n they own the place. Not nasty or anything—it's that infernal\n politeness that people hate most, I think. Can't get them mad,", "\"Yes, I know. And the Grdznth are getting worse by the\n hour. They're coming through in battalions—a thousand a day!", "Tommy shook his head helplessly. \"They picked a very sensible\n system for getting a good strong Grdznth population on", "it just doesn't wash. If the Grdznth are so unpopular with the\n masses, why did we let them in here in the first place?\" He", "There was dead silence in the room. \"Baby Grdznth,\"\n Tommy said finally.\n\n\n \"That's what I said. That's what the people are buying.\n That's what they'd better get.\"", "can't get them into a fight, but they do anything they please,\n and go anywhere they please, and if the people don't like it,\n the Grdznth just go right ahead anyway.\"", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "Three days later a Grdznth miscarriage threatened, and\n was averted. It was only a page 4 item, but it was a beginning.", "people begin\nseeing\nwhat the Grdznth are giving us, they'll\n welcome them with open arms.\"", "Grdznth were mammals—\"docile, peace-loving mammals,\"\n Tommy's PR-blasts had declared emphatically—but with one\n of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a", "The Grdznth sitting on the stool looked regretfully from the\n cosmetician to the Public Relations men. \"I say—I\nam", "the Grdznth\nare\ngiving us.\"", "see any Grdznth babies. It's going to be a little too cold for\n that. The energy factor,\" he mumbled. \"Nobody thought of", "to get their glands adjusted. Seems we have just the right climate\n here for gestating Grdznth, even better than at home.\n So they came begging for permission to stop here, on the way", "the Grdznth a bit—they have personal protective force fields\n around them, a little point they didn't bother to tell us about.\n Anybody who tries anything fancy gets thrown like a bolt of", "The passengers within earshot stiffened, glaring at Pete.\n The fat lady was whispering indignantly to her seat companion.\n Junior had half emerged from his mother's collar; he was busy\n sticking out his tongue at the Grdznth." ], [ "The Grdznth looked at him reproachfully. \"The Wives, of\n course. The climate is so much better, and they mustn't be\n disturbed, you know.\"", "the Grdznth a bit—they have personal protective force fields\n around them, a little point they didn't bother to tell us about.\n Anybody who tries anything fancy gets thrown like a bolt of", "Determined movements to expel the Grdznth faltered, trembled\n with indecision. The Grdznth were ugly, they frightened\n little children, they", "\"It's the parallel universe business, of course,\" he said to\n Pete, with Tommy beaming over his shoulder. \"The Grdznth", "to get their glands adjusted. Seems we have just the right climate\n here for gestating Grdznth, even better than at home.\n So they came begging for permission to stop here, on the way", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "Tommy shook his head helplessly. \"They picked a very sensible\n system for getting a good strong Grdznth population on", "The more Grdznth come through, the more they act as though\n they own the place. Not nasty or anything—it's that infernal\n politeness that people hate most, I think. Can't get them mad,", "\"Oh, I don't mean to rush. It's been lovely, but—\" Already\n the Grdznth was beginning to fade out.\n\n\n \"Try four miles down and a thousand miles southeast,\" said\n Pete.", "\"Of course,\" said Pete. \"In their condition. I'd forgotten.\"\n\n\n \"And I'm told that things have been somewhat unpleasant\n in the East just now,\" said the Grdznth.", "can't get them into a fight, but they do anything they please,\n and go anywhere they please, and if the people don't like it,\n the Grdznth just go right ahead anyway.\"", "\"Yes, I know. And the Grdznth are getting worse by the\n hour. They're coming through in battalions—a thousand a day!", "The Grdznth nodded sadly. \"It's horrible of me, but I just\n can't help it. I\nalways", "minus a month for the time differential. That's strictly tentative,\n according to the math boys. It's a parallel universe, one\n of several thousand already explored, according to the Grdznth", "people begin\nseeing\nwhat the Grdznth are giving us, they'll\n welcome them with open arms.\"", "the Grdznth\nare\ngiving us.\"", "that except in passing. Should have, though, long ago. Two\n completely independent universes, obviously two energy systems.\n Incompatible. We were dealing with mass, space and", "from Charlie. We've got no transmatter, no null-G, no power,\n nothing except a whole lot of Grdznth and more coming\n through just as fast as they can. I'm beginning to wonder what", "Grdznth were mammals—\"docile, peace-loving mammals,\"\n Tommy's PR-blasts had declared emphatically—but with one\n of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a", "Grdznth. The coffee pot was floating gently about six feet\n above the desk. So were the Grdznth and Charlie." ], [ "to get their glands adjusted. Seems we have just the right climate\n here for gestating Grdznth, even better than at home.\n So they came begging for permission to stop here, on the way", "The Grdznth looked at him reproachfully. \"The Wives, of\n course. The climate is so much better, and they mustn't be\n disturbed, you know.\"", "the Grdznth a bit—they have personal protective force fields\n around them, a little point they didn't bother to tell us about.\n Anybody who tries anything fancy gets thrown like a bolt of", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "Tommy shook his head helplessly. \"They picked a very sensible\n system for getting a good strong Grdznth population on", "minus a month for the time differential. That's strictly tentative,\n according to the math boys. It's a parallel universe, one\n of several thousand already explored, according to the Grdznth", "\"It's the parallel universe business, of course,\" he said to\n Pete, with Tommy beaming over his shoulder. \"The Grdznth", "The more Grdznth come through, the more they act as though\n they own the place. Not nasty or anything—it's that infernal\n politeness that people hate most, I think. Can't get them mad,", "people begin\nseeing\nwhat the Grdznth are giving us, they'll\n welcome them with open arms.\"", "\"So Earth becomes a glorified incubator.\" Pete got to his\n feet thoughtfully. \"This is all very touching,\" he said, \"but", "Determined movements to expel the Grdznth faltered, trembled\n with indecision. The Grdznth were ugly, they frightened\n little children, they", "\"Oh, I don't mean to rush. It's been lovely, but—\" Already\n the Grdznth was beginning to fade out.\n\n\n \"Try four miles down and a thousand miles southeast,\" said\n Pete.", "\"Of course,\" said Pete. \"In their condition. I'd forgotten.\"\n\n\n \"And I'm told that things have been somewhat unpleasant\n in the East just now,\" said the Grdznth.", "Charlie tipped an imaginary hat toward the Grdznth. \"Spike\n cracked it,\" he said. \"Spike is a sort of Grdznth genius.\" He", "Grdznth were mammals—\"docile, peace-loving mammals,\"\n Tommy's PR-blasts had declared emphatically—but with one\n of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a", "\"Plenty,\" said Tommy heavily. \"That's the trouble, you\n see. The fee is so high, Earth just can't afford to lose it. Charlie", "Grdznth. The coffee pot was floating gently about six feet\n above the desk. So were the Grdznth and Charlie.", "the Grdznth\nare\ngiving us.\"", "telling me. Mean temperature in only 39 below zero, lots of\n good clean snow, thousands of nice jagged mountain peaks.\n A lovely place, really. Just a little too cold for Grdznth. They", "curved teeth glittered sharply. In spite of himself Pete gripped\n the seat as the Grdznth breathed at him wetly through damp\n nostrils." ], [ "looked narrowly at Tommy. \"To be very blunt, what's the\n parking fee?\"", "\"Plenty,\" said Tommy heavily. \"That's the trouble, you\n see. The fee is so high, Earth just can't afford to lose it. Charlie", "\"Sure, sure,\" said Pete. \"It sounds great. Just a little bit\ntoo\ngreat.\"\n\n\n Tommy blinked at him. \"Too great? Are you crazy?\"", "Pete thought of Tommy, red-faced and frantic, beating off\n hordes of indignant citizens. \"So I hear,\" he said. \"How many\n more of you are coming through?\"", "\"Exactly,\" said Tommy. \"Considering some of the movies\n you've been selling, you should be able to sell anything to\n anybody, any time, at any price.\"", "Tommy sighed. \"In a word—yes. So far we've gotten nowhere\n at a thousand miles an hour.\"", "But as he walked down the gangway to hail a cab, he wasn't\n smiling so much. He was wondering just how high Tommy was\n hanging him, this time.", "\"It's the parallel universe business, of course,\" he said to\n Pete, with Tommy beaming over his shoulder. \"The Grdznth", "Tommy's jaw sagged. \"Pregnant,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Now see here,\" said the senator. \"If you're trying to make\n a fool out of me to my face—\"", "On the newly finished seventeenth floor, he found Tommy\n Heinz pacing the corridor like an expectant young father.\n Tommy had lost weight since Pete had last seen him. His", "\"You have just lost your job,\" he said to Tommy, with an\n icy edge to his voice. \"You may not have heard about it yet,", "The sarcasm didn't dent Tommy. He led Pete through the\n ante-room into the plush director's office, bouncing about excitedly,", "There was dead silence in the room. \"Baby Grdznth,\"\n Tommy said finally.\n\n\n \"That's what I said. That's what the people are buying.\n That's what they'd better get.\"", "Tommy said, \"They're trying to. He's been working for\n weeks with their top mathematicians, him and a dozen others.\n How many computers have you burned out, Charlie?\"", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "Tommy gave him a long look. \"So far we've kept it out of\n the papers, but there have been some incidents. Didn't hurt", "\"Don't worry about that,\" said the girl. \"He's growing roots.\n They swept around him last night, and dusted him off this\n morning. His appointment was for\nyesterday\n, remember?\"", "Tommy spread his hands helplessly. \"If we knew, you'd\n still be in L.A. Roughly six months and four days, plus or", "Pete tossed the letter down the gulper with a sigh. He had\n lost a bet to himself because it had come three days later than\n he expected, but it had come all the same, just as it always did\n when Tommy Heinz got himself into a hole.", "The color was back in Tommy's cheeks, and the senator was\n forgotten as a dozen intercom switches began snapping. \"We'll" ], [ "Pete grinned. \"Grdznth in utero. There's something poetic\n about it.\"", "curved teeth glittered sharply. In spite of himself Pete gripped\n the seat as the Grdznth breathed at him wetly through damp\n nostrils.", "Grdznth were mammals—\"docile, peace-loving mammals,\"\n Tommy's PR-blasts had declared emphatically—but with one\n of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a", "\"Oh, I don't mean to rush. It's been lovely, but—\" Already\n the Grdznth was beginning to fade out.\n\n\n \"Try four miles down and a thousand miles southeast,\" said\n Pete.", "\"Of course,\" said Pete. \"In their condition. I'd forgotten.\"\n\n\n \"And I'm told that things have been somewhat unpleasant\n in the East just now,\" said the Grdznth.", "\"They probably look like salamanders,\" said Pete. \"But tell\n the people anything you want. If we're going to get across the\n sanctity of Grdznth motherhood, my friend, anything goes.\"", "Charlie tipped an imaginary hat toward the Grdznth. \"Spike\n cracked it,\" he said. \"Spike is a sort of Grdznth genius.\" He", "\"It's the parallel universe business, of course,\" he said to\n Pete, with Tommy beaming over his shoulder. \"The Grdznth", "He turned back to Pete with a frantic light in his eye. \"Good\n old Pete. Just in time. Just. Eleventh-hour reprieve. Have a", "\"So you can't make them beautiful,\" said Pete. \"Can't you\n make them cute?\"\n\n\n \"With those teeth? Those eyes? Ugh.\"", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "The more Grdznth come through, the more they act as though\n they own the place. Not nasty or anything—it's that infernal\n politeness that people hate most, I think. Can't get them mad,", "\"Sure, sure,\" said Pete. \"It sounds great. Just a little bit\ntoo\ngreat.\"\n\n\n Tommy blinked at him. \"Too great? Are you crazy?\"", "\"Not at all.\" Pete tossed his briefcase on the floor. At a\n distance the huge beast had looked like a nightmare combination", "The passengers within earshot stiffened, glaring at Pete.\n The fat lady was whispering indignantly to her seat companion.\n Junior had half emerged from his mother's collar; he was busy\n sticking out his tongue at the Grdznth.", "in a beady Grdznth eye! What Tommy needed right now was\n a Bazooka Battalion, not a PR-man. Pete settled back in\n the Eastbound Rocketjet with a sigh of resignation.", "Determined movements to expel the Grdznth faltered, trembled\n with indecision. The Grdznth were ugly, they frightened\n little children, they", "ruddy face was paler, his hair thin and ragged as though\n chunks had been torn out from time to time. He saw Pete\n step off the elevator, and ran forward with open arms. \"I", "There was dead silence in the room. \"Baby Grdznth,\"\n Tommy said finally.\n\n\n \"That's what I said. That's what the people are buying.\n That's what they'd better get.\"", "Terribly sorry....\" His voice trailed off as he lumbered down\n the aisle toward the empty seat next to Pete." ], [ "Tommy mopped his forehead with his shirtsleeve. \"Okay.\n Now listen: we need a special run on all response data we have\n for tolerance levels. Got that? How soon can we have it?\"", "Tommy said, \"They're trying to. He's been working for\n weeks with their top mathematicians, him and a dozen others.\n How many computers have you burned out, Charlie?\"", "\"Sure, sure,\" said Pete. \"It sounds great. Just a little bit\ntoo\ngreat.\"\n\n\n Tommy blinked at him. \"Too great? Are you crazy?\"", "Tommy gave him a long look. \"So far we've kept it out of\n the papers, but there have been some incidents. Didn't hurt", "\"Three days?\" cried Tommy. \"What's wrong? Is he dead?\"\n\n\n \"Couldn't be. They burned out two more machines yesterday,\"\n said the operator. \"Killed the switchboard for twenty\n minutes.\"", "Analysis shook his head. \"We could only make a guess with\n the data so far.\"\n\n\n \"Fine,\" said Tommy. \"Make a guess.\"\n\n\n \"Give us three hours,\" said Analysis.", "Pete thought of Tommy, red-faced and frantic, beating off\n hordes of indignant citizens. \"So I hear,\" he said. \"How many\n more of you are coming through?\"", "\"You have just lost your job,\" he said to Tommy, with an\n icy edge to his voice. \"You may not have heard about it yet,", "Tommy sighed. \"In a word—yes. So far we've gotten nowhere\n at a thousand miles an hour.\"", "The color was back in Tommy's cheeks, and the senator was\n forgotten as a dozen intercom switches began snapping. \"We'll", "Tommy turned purple. \"We've got five months,\" he said\n hoarsely. \"Do you hear me? If they aren't going to have their\n babies in five months, we're dead men.\"", "There was dead silence in the room. \"Baby Grdznth,\"\n Tommy said finally.\n\n\n \"That's what I said. That's what the people are buying.\n That's what they'd better get.\"", "feelings? The blast is washing over them like a wave and there\n they sit!\" He punched the private wire to Analysis for the\n fourth time that morning. He got a man with a hag-ridden look", "Tommy and Pete looked at each other, and Tommy's hands\n were shaking. \"I think,\" he said, \"we'd better find Charlie\n Karns right now.\"", "\"Indeed,\" said Pete. \"Tommy, how fast can you get a PR-blast\n to penetrate? How much medium do you control?\"\n\n\n \"Plenty,\" Tommy gulped.", "Tommy's jaw sagged. \"Pregnant,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Now see here,\" said the senator. \"If you're trying to make\n a fool out of me to my face—\"", "On the newly finished seventeenth floor, he found Tommy\n Heinz pacing the corridor like an expectant young father.\n Tommy had lost weight since Pete had last seen him. His", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "The signal light on Tommy's desk was flashing scarlet. He\n dropped into a chair with a sigh and flipped a switch. \"Okay,\n what is it now?\"", "Grdznth were mammals—\"docile, peace-loving mammals,\"\n Tommy's PR-blasts had declared emphatically—but with one\n of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a" ], [ "curved teeth glittered sharply. In spite of himself Pete gripped\n the seat as the Grdznth breathed at him wetly through damp\n nostrils.", "\"Of course,\" said Pete. \"In their condition. I'd forgotten.\"\n\n\n \"And I'm told that things have been somewhat unpleasant\n in the East just now,\" said the Grdznth.", "Grdznth were mammals—\"docile, peace-loving mammals,\"\n Tommy's PR-blasts had declared emphatically—but with one\n of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a", "Pete grinned. \"Grdznth in utero. There's something poetic\n about it.\"", "\"Oh, I don't mean to rush. It's been lovely, but—\" Already\n the Grdznth was beginning to fade out.\n\n\n \"Try four miles down and a thousand miles southeast,\" said\n Pete.", "\"Not crazy. Just getting nervous.\" Pete jammed his hands\n into his pockets. \"Do you realize where\nwe're\nstanding in this", "\"It's the parallel universe business, of course,\" he said to\n Pete, with Tommy beaming over his shoulder. \"The Grdznth", "Tommy and Pete looked at each other, and Tommy's hands\n were shaking. \"I think,\" he said, \"we'd better find Charlie\n Karns right now.\"", "He turned back to Pete with a frantic light in his eye. \"Good\n old Pete. Just in time. Just. Eleventh-hour reprieve. Have a", "The passengers within earshot stiffened, glaring at Pete.\n The fat lady was whispering indignantly to her seat companion.\n Junior had half emerged from his mother's collar; he was busy\n sticking out his tongue at the Grdznth.", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "Pete thought of Tommy, red-faced and frantic, beating off\n hordes of indignant citizens. \"So I hear,\" he said. \"How many\n more of you are coming through?\"", "\"They probably look like salamanders,\" said Pete. \"But tell\n the people anything you want. If we're going to get across the\n sanctity of Grdznth motherhood, my friend, anything goes.\"", "Turning back to Pete, Tommy rubbed his hands eagerly.\n \"It's starting to sell, boy. I don't know how strong or how", "\"Sure, sure,\" said Pete. \"It sounds great. Just a little bit\ntoo\ngreat.\"\n\n\n Tommy blinked at him. \"Too great? Are you crazy?\"", "Determined movements to expel the Grdznth faltered, trembled\n with indecision. The Grdznth were ugly, they frightened\n little children, they", "\"Not at all.\" Pete tossed his briefcase on the floor. At a\n distance the huge beast had looked like a nightmare combination", "On the newly finished seventeenth floor, he found Tommy\n Heinz pacing the corridor like an expectant young father.\n Tommy had lost weight since Pete had last seen him. His", "The fat lady gasped, and an angry murmur ran up and down\n the cabin. \"Sit down,\" Pete said to the creature. \"Relax. Cheerful\n reception these days, eh?\"", "There was dead silence in the room. \"Baby Grdznth,\"\n Tommy said finally.\n\n\n \"That's what I said. That's what the people are buying.\n That's what they'd better get.\"" ], [ "Determined movements to expel the Grdznth faltered, trembled\n with indecision. The Grdznth were ugly, they frightened\n little children, they", "to get their glands adjusted. Seems we have just the right climate\n here for gestating Grdznth, even better than at home.\n So they came begging for permission to stop here, on the way", "the Grdznth a bit—they have personal protective force fields\n around them, a little point they didn't bother to tell us about.\n Anybody who tries anything fancy gets thrown like a bolt of", "got several hundred thousand pregnant Grdznth just waiting\n for all the little Grdznth to arrive, and nobody's given them a\n side glance.\" He turned to Tommy. \"Get some copywriters", "The Grdznth looked at him reproachfully. \"The Wives, of\n course. The climate is so much better, and they mustn't be\n disturbed, you know.\"", "people begin\nseeing\nwhat the Grdznth are giving us, they'll\n welcome them with open arms.\"", "\"So Earth becomes a glorified incubator.\" Pete got to his\n feet thoughtfully. \"This is all very touching,\" he said, \"but", "clicked his talons nervously. \"We haven't much more time, you\n know. Only a few more weeks, a few months at the most. If\n we couldn't have stopped over here, I just don't know", "Tommy shook his head helplessly. \"They picked a very sensible\n system for getting a good strong Grdznth population on", "The Grdznth nodded sadly. \"It's horrible of me, but I just\n can't help it. I\nalways", "\"Of course,\" said Pete. \"In their condition. I'd forgotten.\"\n\n\n \"And I'm told that things have been somewhat unpleasant\n in the East just now,\" said the Grdznth.", "The more Grdznth come through, the more they act as though\n they own the place. Not nasty or anything—it's that infernal\n politeness that people hate most, I think. Can't get them mad,", "\"You can count on the people staying happy for at least\n another five months.\" Analysis hesitated an instant. \"If they\n see some baby Grdznth at the end of it all.\"", "can't get them into a fight, but they do anything they please,\n and go anywhere they please, and if the people don't like it,\n the Grdznth just go right ahead anyway.\"", "Grdznth were mammals—\"docile, peace-loving mammals,\"\n Tommy's PR-blasts had declared emphatically—but with one\n of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a", "\"Plenty,\" said Tommy heavily. \"That's the trouble, you\n see. The fee is so high, Earth just can't afford to lose it. Charlie", "\"Oh, I don't mean to rush. It's been lovely, but—\" Already\n the Grdznth was beginning to fade out.\n\n\n \"Try four miles down and a thousand miles southeast,\" said\n Pete.", "There was dead silence in the room. \"Baby Grdznth,\"\n Tommy said finally.\n\n\n \"That's what I said. That's what the people are buying.\n That's what they'd better get.\"", "from Charlie. We've got no transmatter, no null-G, no power,\n nothing except a whole lot of Grdznth and more coming\n through just as fast as they can. I'm beginning to wonder what", "\"It's a fair exchange,\" said Charlie. \"We keep them until the\n girls have their babies. They teach us the ABC's of space,\n mass and dimension.\"" ] ]

[ "How are the Martians different from Earth humans?", "How did the Mafia come to be in business on Mars?", "Why were narcotics of no value on Mars?", "Why did the Mafia strike a partnership deal with the Martians?", "What was discovered to be the way to corrupt the Martians?", "How did the Mafia grow the business of prostitution on Mars?", "Why did crime rise on Mars after the Mafia's arrival?", "How did the Mafia react to the Russians' presence on Mars?" ]

[ [ "They are much dirtier", "They value material possessions more", "All of the other answers are correct", "They are more physically attractive" ], [ "By making a deal with Russia", "By infiltrating the government", "By accidentally finding a spaceship", "By bribing a spaceship company" ], [ "Martian society's strict moral code forbade narcotics", "Martians were naturally immune to the effects of narcotics", "Martians did not understand how to consume the narcotics", "Martians did not like the effects of narcotics" ], [ "Out of fear that the Martians would start a conflict", "Out of pity for the Martians", "Neither party could harm one another", "To make travel to and from Mars more convenient" ], [ "Sweet, sugary foods", "Earth women", "Brute force", "Gold, diamonds, and platinum" ], [ "By legalizing illicit sexual relations", "By legalizing narcotics on Mars", "By reducing the prices", "By cleaning up the Martian population" ], [ "The legalization of prostitution", "The corruption in law enforcement", "The results of sugar over-consumption on payday ", "The increased use of narcotics" ], [ "They launched an attack ", "They struck an agreement", "They decided to hide their presence for the time being ", "They started to spread anti-communist propaganda" ] ]

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[ [ "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "world. It is not the air of distinction one finds in New York or\n London or Paris. The Martian feeling is dreamlike; it comes from being\n close to the stuff dreams are made of.", "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies.", "Seems they once were, at that. This was a couple of aeons ago when\n Earthmen looked like Martians do now, which seems to indicate that\n Martians, as well as Men, have their ups and downs.", "As Mars comes closer, the visitor from Earth quickly realizes it has a\n manner and a glamor of its own; it is unworldy, it is out of this", "colored the planet red. Martians are strictly vegetarian: they bake,\n fry and stew these flowers and weeds and eat them raw with a goo made\n from fungus and called", "Inasmuch as Martians live underground, burying is done in reverse, by\n tying a rocket to the tail of the deceased and shooting him out into", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "Then the Martian picked up a rock and beaned the lad from the Windy\n City. After which the Martian's eyes dilated and he let out a scream.", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "earth, went on a stand-up strike when they saw and smelled the\n Martians. Especially smelled. They smelled worse than Texas yahoos\n just off a cow farm.", "\"With the Martians I've seen, a bar of soap could be a big thing.\"", "For this reason Martian cities are built underground, and travel\n between them is carried on through a complicated system of subways", ": When the boys first landed they found only vague\n boundaries between the nations, and Martians could roam as they\n pleased. Maybe this is why they stayed close to home. Though anyway", "They further discovered that the chief source of Martian diet\n is—believe it or not—poppy seed, hemp and coca leaf, and that the", "Martian language is unlike anything ever heard below. It would baffle\n the keenest linguist, if the keenest linguist ever gets to Mars.", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "The Detroit boys, incidentally, burned up when they learned the\n Martian year is twice as long as ours, consequently it takes two years\n for one summer to roll around.", "the air underground, in caves, valleys and tunnels, has plenty to\n support life lavishly, though why Martians want to live after they\n look at each other we cannot tell you, even confidential." ], [ "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "And on Earth, the Mafia, which is another international conspiracy\n like the Communists, sells the narcotics.\n\n\n And so when the gangsters heard there were Communist cells on Mars,\n they quickly made a contact.", "So the Mafia put the Martians to work building a town. There are no\n building materials on the planet, but the Martians are adept at making", "So the Mafia was in business. The Martians sniffed granulated sugar,\n which they called snow. They ate cube sugar, which they called \"hard", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "evening got off their feet and went back to work.\nGAMBLING\n: Until the arrival of the Mafia, gambling on Mars was", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "The gangsters had not been on Mars long before they heard rumors about\n other outsiders who were supposed to have landed on the other side of\nMt. Sirehum\n.", "The only ones who ever get arrested, anyway, are the Martians, and\n they soon discovered that the coppers from\nTerra\nwould look the\n other way for a bucket full of gold.", "Then the boys from the more dignified end of the business drop in at\n the home of the victim and offer to bury him cheap. Two hundred and\n fifty carats gets a Martian planted in style.", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "The space ship went into shuttle service. A load of diamonds and dope\n coming back, a load of sugar and blondes going up. Blondes made\n Martians higher even than sugar, and brought larger and quicker\n returns.", "Though the gangsters are buying sugar at a few cents a pound here and\n selling it for its weight in rubies on Mars, a hood is always a hood.", "The Mafia sent a couple of front men to explore the desert. Somewhere\n out beyond the atom project they stumbled on what seemed to be the\n answer to their prayer.", "victims, told in vivid, jet-speed style.\nHere you'll learn why Mars is called the Red Planet, the\n part the Mafia plays in her undoing, the rape and rapine", "However, the Mafia, which is a world-wide blood brotherhood with\n colonies in every land and clime, has a universal language. Knives and\n brass knucks are understood everywhere.", "The first Earthman to be eliminated on Mars was a two-bit hood from\n North Clark Street who sold a five-cent Hershey bar with almonds to a\n Martian for a gold piece worth 94 bucks.", "We tell you this Confidential. What they found was a Communist\n apparatus sent to Mars from Soviet Russia.", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges." ], [ "with on Mars? Simple. With heroin, of course, which is worthless\n there.", "Though the Martians were absolutely impervious to the narcotic\n qualities of the aforementioned flora, they got higher than Mars on\n small doses of sugar.", "However, the boys soon discovered that the lighter gravity played\n havoc with the marijuana trade. With a slight tensing of the muscles\n you can jump 20 feet, so why smoke \"tea\" when you can fly like crazy\n for nothing?", "They further discovered that the chief source of Martian diet\n is—believe it or not—poppy seed, hemp and coca leaf, and that the", "They've been cutting dope with sugar for years on Earth, so they\n didn't know how to do it any different on Mars. What to cut the sugar", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "And on Earth, the Mafia, which is another international conspiracy\n like the Communists, sells the narcotics.\n\n\n And so when the gangsters heard there were Communist cells on Mars,\n they quickly made a contact.", "The first Earthman to be eliminated on Mars was a two-bit hood from\n North Clark Street who sold a five-cent Hershey bar with almonds to a\n Martian for a gold piece worth 94 bucks.", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "Never having had the great advantages of a New Deal, the Martians are\n still backward and use gold as a means of exchange. With no Harvard", "The space ship went into shuttle service. A load of diamonds and dope\n coming back, a load of sugar and blondes going up. Blondes made\n Martians higher even than sugar, and brought larger and quicker\n returns.", "The only ones who ever get arrested, anyway, are the Martians, and\n they soon discovered that the coppers from\nTerra\nwould look the\n other way for a bucket full of gold.", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies.", "We make no attempt to be comprehensive. We have no hope or aim to make\n Mars a better place in which to live; in fact, we don't give a damn\n what kind of a place it is to live in.", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "On the other hand, the Martian death ray guns were not fatal to the\n toughs from Earth; anyone who can live through St. Valentine's Day in\n Chicago can live through anything. So it came out a dead heat.", "world. It is not the air of distinction one finds in New York or\n London or Paris. The Martian feeling is dreamlike; it comes from being\n close to the stuff dreams are made of.", "the air underground, in caves, valleys and tunnels, has plenty to\n support life lavishly, though why Martians want to live after they\n look at each other we cannot tell you, even confidential." ], [ "So the Mafia put the Martians to work building a town. There are no\n building materials on the planet, but the Martians are adept at making", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "And on Earth, the Mafia, which is another international conspiracy\n like the Communists, sells the narcotics.\n\n\n And so when the gangsters heard there were Communist cells on Mars,\n they quickly made a contact.", "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "Thereupon the boys from the Syndicate sat down and declared the\n Martians in for a fifty-fifty partnership, which means they actually\n gave them one per cent, which is generous at that.", "So the Mafia was in business. The Martians sniffed granulated sugar,\n which they called snow. They ate cube sugar, which they called \"hard", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "The only ones who ever get arrested, anyway, are the Martians, and\n they soon discovered that the coppers from\nTerra\nwould look the\n other way for a bucket full of gold.", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "earth, went on a stand-up strike when they saw and smelled the\n Martians. Especially smelled. They smelled worse than Texas yahoos\n just off a cow farm.", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "Then the boys from the more dignified end of the business drop in at\n the home of the victim and offer to bury him cheap. Two hundred and\n fifty carats gets a Martian planted in style.", "On the other hand, the Martian death ray guns were not fatal to the\n toughs from Earth; anyone who can live through St. Valentine's Day in\n Chicago can live through anything. So it came out a dead heat.", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "The Mafia sent a couple of front men to explore the desert. Somewhere\n out beyond the atom project they stumbled on what seemed to be the\n answer to their prayer.", "Then the Martian picked up a rock and beaned the lad from the Windy\n City. After which the Martian's eyes dilated and he let out a scream.", "The space ship went into shuttle service. A load of diamonds and dope\n coming back, a load of sugar and blondes going up. Blondes made\n Martians higher even than sugar, and brought larger and quicker\n returns.", "The gangsters had not been on Mars long before they heard rumors about\n other outsiders who were supposed to have landed on the other side of\nMt. Sirehum\n.", "evening got off their feet and went back to work.\nGAMBLING\n: Until the arrival of the Mafia, gambling on Mars was", "However, the Mafia, which is a world-wide blood brotherhood with\n colonies in every land and clime, has a universal language. Knives and\n brass knucks are understood everywhere." ], [ "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "Then the Martian picked up a rock and beaned the lad from the Windy\n City. After which the Martian's eyes dilated and he let out a scream.", "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "They further discovered that the chief source of Martian diet\n is—believe it or not—poppy seed, hemp and coca leaf, and that the", "The answer was, the Martians stayed as dirty as ever because they\n weren't using the soap to wash with. They were eating it!\n\n\n It cured the hangover from sugar.", "The difficulty was finding the means and method of corruption. All the\n cash in Jake Guzik's strong box meant nothing to a race of characters\n whose brats made mudpies of gold dust.\n\n\n The discovery came as an accident.", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "The only ones who ever get arrested, anyway, are the Martians, and\n they soon discovered that the coppers from\nTerra\nwould look the\n other way for a bucket full of gold.", "Though the Martians were absolutely impervious to the narcotic\n qualities of the aforementioned flora, they got higher than Mars on\n small doses of sugar.", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "Inasmuch as Martians live underground, burying is done in reverse, by\n tying a rocket to the tail of the deceased and shooting him out into", "The Detroit boys, incidentally, burned up when they learned the\n Martian year is twice as long as ours, consequently it takes two years\n for one summer to roll around.", "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies.", "We tell you this Confidential. What they found was a Communist\n apparatus sent to Mars from Soviet Russia.", "colored the planet red. Martians are strictly vegetarian: they bake,\n fry and stew these flowers and weeds and eat them raw with a goo made\n from fungus and called", "Where was it all going? A Martian, in line for a bar in the evening,\n was back again the following morning for another one.\n\n\n And why did the Martians stay just as dirty as ever?", "\"With the Martians I've seen, a bar of soap could be a big thing.\"" ], [ "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "And on Earth, the Mafia, which is another international conspiracy\n like the Communists, sells the narcotics.\n\n\n And so when the gangsters heard there were Communist cells on Mars,\n they quickly made a contact.", "So the Mafia put the Martians to work building a town. There are no\n building materials on the planet, but the Martians are adept at making", "evening got off their feet and went back to work.\nGAMBLING\n: Until the arrival of the Mafia, gambling on Mars was", "The space ship went into shuttle service. A load of diamonds and dope\n coming back, a load of sugar and blondes going up. Blondes made\n Martians higher even than sugar, and brought larger and quicker\n returns.", "So the Mafia was in business. The Martians sniffed granulated sugar,\n which they called snow. They ate cube sugar, which they called \"hard", "Then the boys from the more dignified end of the business drop in at\n the home of the victim and offer to bury him cheap. Two hundred and\n fifty carats gets a Martian planted in style.", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "The only ones who ever get arrested, anyway, are the Martians, and\n they soon discovered that the coppers from\nTerra\nwould look the\n other way for a bucket full of gold.", "victims, told in vivid, jet-speed style.\nHere you'll learn why Mars is called the Red Planet, the\n part the Mafia plays in her undoing, the rape and rapine", "Though the gangsters are buying sugar at a few cents a pound here and\n selling it for its weight in rubies on Mars, a hood is always a hood.", "The gangsters had not been on Mars long before they heard rumors about\n other outsiders who were supposed to have landed on the other side of\nMt. Sirehum\n.", "However, the Mafia, which is a world-wide blood brotherhood with\n colonies in every land and clime, has a universal language. Knives and\n brass knucks are understood everywhere.", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "Furthermore, through propaganda and infiltration, there were Communist\n cells in every quarter of the planet, and many of the top officials of\n the four Martian governments were either secretly party members or\n openly in fronts.", "The Mafia sent a couple of front men to explore the desert. Somewhere\n out beyond the atom project they stumbled on what seemed to be the\n answer to their prayer.", "Thereupon the boys from the Syndicate sat down and declared the\n Martians in for a fifty-fifty partnership, which means they actually\n gave them one per cent, which is generous at that." ], [ "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "And on Earth, the Mafia, which is another international conspiracy\n like the Communists, sells the narcotics.\n\n\n And so when the gangsters heard there were Communist cells on Mars,\n they quickly made a contact.", "So the Mafia put the Martians to work building a town. There are no\n building materials on the planet, but the Martians are adept at making", "evening got off their feet and went back to work.\nGAMBLING\n: Until the arrival of the Mafia, gambling on Mars was", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "The only ones who ever get arrested, anyway, are the Martians, and\n they soon discovered that the coppers from\nTerra\nwould look the\n other way for a bucket full of gold.", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "So the Mafia was in business. The Martians sniffed granulated sugar,\n which they called snow. They ate cube sugar, which they called \"hard", "The gangsters had not been on Mars long before they heard rumors about\n other outsiders who were supposed to have landed on the other side of\nMt. Sirehum\n.", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "Though the gangsters are buying sugar at a few cents a pound here and\n selling it for its weight in rubies on Mars, a hood is always a hood.", "victims, told in vivid, jet-speed style.\nHere you'll learn why Mars is called the Red Planet, the\n part the Mafia plays in her undoing, the rape and rapine", "The Crime Cartel met in Cleveland—in the third floor front of a\n tenement on Mayfield Road. The purpose of the meeting was to \"cut up\"\n Mars.", "Then the boys from the more dignified end of the business drop in at\n the home of the victim and offer to bury him cheap. Two hundred and\n fifty carats gets a Martian planted in style.", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "This cell was so active that Commies had taken over almost half the\n planet before the arrival of the Mafia, with their domain extending\n from the", "When the organization heard about this, an investigation was ordered.\n That is how the crime trust found out that there is no sugar on Mars;", "The space ship went into shuttle service. A load of diamonds and dope\n coming back, a load of sugar and blondes going up. Blondes made\n Martians higher even than sugar, and brought larger and quicker\n returns." ], [ "And on Earth, the Mafia, which is another international conspiracy\n like the Communists, sells the narcotics.\n\n\n And so when the gangsters heard there were Communist cells on Mars,\n they quickly made a contact.", "The soberer Mafistas, after recovering from their first shock, laid\n ungentle fists on their conductor. \"What goes on?\" he was asked.\n\n\n \"This is a space ship and we are headed for Mars.\"", "And so it was on Mars. With all the rackets cornered, the gangsters\n decided it was time to go into some straight businesses.\n\n\n At the next get-together of the Grand Council, the following\n conversation was heard:", "So the Mafia put the Martians to work building a town. There are no\n building materials on the planet, but the Martians are adept at making", "The Mafistas quickly set the Martians right about the futility of\n gold. They eagerly turned it over to the Earthmen in exchange for", "evening got off their feet and went back to work.\nGAMBLING\n: Until the arrival of the Mafia, gambling on Mars was", "The gangsters had not been on Mars long before they heard rumors about\n other outsiders who were supposed to have landed on the other side of\nMt. Sirehum\n.", "So the Mafia was in business. The Martians sniffed granulated sugar,\n which they called snow. They ate cube sugar, which they called \"hard", "We tell you this Confidential. What they found was a Communist\n apparatus sent to Mars from Soviet Russia.", "Comes the revolution, they were told, and all Martians could remain\n bachelors. It is no wonder the Communists made such inroads. The\n planet became known as \"The Red Red Planet.\"", "Upon their safe landing in Nevada, the Columbuses of this first flight\n to Mars put in long-distance calls to all the other important hoods in\n the country.", "This was a desperate situation, indeed, until one of the boys from\n East St. Louis uttered the eternal truth: \"There ain't no honest man\n who ain't a crook, and why should Mars be any different?\"", "Until the arrival of the Earthmen, the Martians were, as stated,\n peaceful, and even now crime is practically unknown among them. The\n chief problem, however, is to keep them in line on pay nights, when\n they go on sugar binges.", "Furthermore, through propaganda and infiltration, there were Communist\n cells in every quarter of the planet, and many of the top officials of\n the four Martian governments were either secretly party members or\n openly in fronts.", "Then the Martian picked up a rock and beaned the lad from the Windy\n City. After which the Martian's eyes dilated and he let out a scream.", "The only ones who ever get arrested, anyway, are the Martians, and\n they soon discovered that the coppers from\nTerra\nwould look the\n other way for a bucket full of gold.", "On the other hand, the Martian death ray guns were not fatal to the\n toughs from Earth; anyone who can live through St. Valentine's Day in\n Chicago can live through anything. So it came out a dead heat.", "Then he attacked the first Martian female who passed by. Never before\n had such a thing happened on Mars, and to say she was surprised is\n putting it lightly. Thereupon, half the female population ran after", "The first Earthman to be eliminated on Mars was a two-bit hood from\n North Clark Street who sold a five-cent Hershey bar with almonds to a\n Martian for a gold piece worth 94 bucks.", "However, after the sojourner lands, he discovers that Mars is not much\n different than the planet he left; indeed, men are pretty much the\n same all over the universe, whether they carry their plumbing inside\n or outside their bodies." ] ]

[ "Why did Birmingham build over the Victorian era relics?", "How did Andy Jones end up with a Maglev car?", "Why did the Maglev trains not become popular in the western hemisphere?", "Where was the leading rail research happening in the 1960's?", "What is the main necessity in mass public transit?", "What other British inventions during the post-war period used the same technologies at the maglev trains?", "What is the main factor that makes maglev trains more successful in Asia?", "What does the author think the next possible advancement in public transit could be?", "What did Andy Jones plan to do with his maglev railcar?", "What did Britain decide to build instead of a maglev track?" ]

[ [ "To create space for a Maglev train", "To erase their history", "They were running out of room ", "To make technological progress" ], [ "He stole it from the track", "He found it in a hedge", "He purchased it online", "He was gifted it by Birmingham Maglev" ], [ "People did not like traveling so fast", "The technology was unreliable", "Their cost was not justifiable", "All of the other answers are correct" ], [ "France", "Germany", "New York", "Britain" ], [ "Higher speed of travel", "Convenience of station locations", "Increased number of passengers", "Low cost of operation" ], [ "Hovercrafts", "Atomic bombs", "BOAC planes", "Comet jetliners" ], [ "More efficient organization of construction projects", "A greater importance on speed of travel", "Increased passenger volume", "More accurate train schedules" ], [ "Atmospheric Railways", "Hovertrains", "Hyperloop technology", "Supersonic Jets" ], [ "Keep it on his property", "Sell it for a profit", "Return it to Birmingham Maglev", "Restore it to working condition" ], [ "A conventional high-speed rail", "An atmospheric railway", "A Hyperloop station", "More airports and bus stations" ] ]

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[ [ "Opened in 1984, the Birmingham Maglev came at the very tail end of a\ntrente glorieuses", "on their final approach. Birmingham isn't like other British cities", "Birmingham's airport terminal and the railway station, a simple, ski", "relics of Victorian visionaries. If those systems looked like something", "century's Victoriana is currently being meticulously taken apart concrete slab", "for British transport technology and, more broadly, European engineering; an era that promised so much yet eventually bequeathed so many relics and ruins.", "When the Birmingham Maglev was shuttered in 1995, one", "the Birmingham Maglev, about the silly enthusiasm I felt when", "Lines popped up in London, Dublin and most notably Brunel's", "Birmingham's airport isn't like other airports. Right at the", "windswept car parks and threads through cheap motels between Birmingham's", "airport in Washwood Heath. It was the same place many", "redundant Birmingham Maglev car.", "Pinkus, the Samuda Brothers and eventually by Isambard Kingdom", "line from London to Birmingham slices right through the field", "The vehicle itself sits not far away at Peterborough's Railworld,", "he says. \"Success at Birmingham Airport would have been a", "the M-Bahn, which had run along its tracks, disappeared from", "at the National Rail Museum in York, says: \"British", "was still a time of great British national-funded engineering,\" he" ], [ "Back in Burton Green, Andy Jones's maglev car lies", "The maglev was a development that spun out of this", "Now it sits in a field behind Jones's house in", "General Electric Company. The maglev cars were built by Metro", "successful maglev and many other things.\" Gwynne has got the", "John Harding, former chief maglev scientist for the US Department", "When the Birmingham Maglev was shuttered in 1995, one", "Opened in 1984, the Birmingham Maglev came at the very tail end of a\ntrente glorieuses", "the Birmingham Maglev, about the silly enthusiasm I felt when", "In the far east, attitudes to maglev are different. Japan", "field where the maglev car sits.", "the second of the three Birmingham Maglev cars at the", "same time, maglev technology was being developed by the British", "Japan began maglev testing at roughly the same time as", "It's understandable that most serious interest in maglev deployment", "32km supersized test track for their maglev, which seemed to", "near the A45. Furniture maker and transport enthusiast Andy Jones", "redundant Birmingham Maglev car.", "districts. 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You think of the SAFEGE monorail depicted", "Railworld, where its colourful exterior is strikingly visible to", "British inventor, Eric Laithwaite, who was working on the linear", "wheels,\" says Railworld's Brian Pearce. \"One invention [to this", "Opened in 1984, the Birmingham Maglev came at the very tail end of a\ntrente glorieuses", "When the Birmingham Maglev was shuttered in 1995, one", "rail. The route for the much-disputed High Speed 2 line", "Japan began maglev testing at roughly the same time as", "for British transport technology and, more broadly, European engineering; an era that promised so much yet eventually bequeathed so many relics and ruins.", "In the far east, attitudes to maglev are different. Japan", "In the 2000s the UK Ultraspeed proposal was", "Lines popped up in London, Dublin and most notably Brunel's", "rail.) Even for California, which has huge air passenger traffic" ], [ "in the gap. 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Japan", "Opened in 1984, the Birmingham Maglev came at the very tail end of a\ntrente glorieuses", "the second of the three Birmingham Maglev cars at the", "It's understandable that most serious interest in maglev deployment", "near the A45. Furniture maker and transport enthusiast Andy Jones", "will probably be the greatest success for maglev.\" The first", "redundant Birmingham Maglev car.", "magnetic levitation, system ran along here." ], [ "But the British maglev never really took off. Tim", "Scotland by maglev. It never materialised. HS2 was the", "When the Birmingham Maglev was shuttered in 1995, one", "same time, maglev technology was being developed by the British", "The maglev was a development that spun out of this", "Opened in 1984, the Birmingham Maglev came at the very tail end of a\ntrente glorieuses", "In the far east, attitudes to maglev are different. Japan", "\"The problem with high-speed maglev like Transrapid in", "32km supersized test track for their maglev, which seemed to", "Back in Burton Green, Andy Jones's maglev car lies", "rail. The route for the much-disputed High Speed 2 line", "(Maglev is indisputably more expensive upfront than high-speed rail.)", "the Birmingham Maglev, about the silly enthusiasm I felt when", "General Electric Company. The maglev cars were built by Metro", "John Harding, former chief maglev scientist for the US Department", "It's understandable that most serious interest in maglev deployment", "Japan began maglev testing at roughly the same time as", "Or maybe Hyperloop will revolutionise travel like maglev was supposed", "to Iran.) Birmingham's Maglev only lasted 11 years: replacement parts", "In the 2000s the UK Ultraspeed proposal was" ] ]

[ "What does the author see as the turning point for the modern reason-based political climate?", "What was the Women's Equality party conference focused on?", "What does the author argue as a possible solution for the lack of emotion in politics?", "Why does the author think that the Trump and Brexit campaigns were both successful?", "What does the author see as a major issue with advancing liberal policy?", "How does the author think the populist movement has succeed in using emotions?", "What does the author believe a major reason for political backlash towards feminism is?", "What does the author believe to be the most important human quality involved in politics?", "What does the author argue as a drawback of the current role of emotion in the political process?" ]

[ [ "Donald Trump being elected", "The Enlightenment", "World War II", "The Age of Anger" ], [ "Enacting new equality based political policies and practices", "Networking for women who were interested in entering politics", "Voting on the Brexit referendum", "Protesting the election of Donald Trump" ], [ "The inclusion of many more women in the political process", "Electing more of the strongmen-type leaders who exhibit aggressive emotions", "A forced integration of emotion into the political process", "A re-education of the next generation to place more of a focus on emotion" ], [ "Reminiscing on the racist and sexist attitudes of the past", "Appealing to the ethos of hard-working, no-whining people", "Good political branding and effective propaganda usage", "A lack of positive outlet for the emotion that people suppress" ], [ "Liberals are not good at appealing to the emotionally blocked population that is majority male", "Liberals are too pushy with their inclusion of marginalized groups", "Liberals do not enact enough policy to fight the inequalities of capitalism", "Liberals are not willing to include enough women in political movements" ], [ "By including more women in their political movement", "By blaming other people for the source of negative emotions", "By convincing people to embrace their emotional relationship with the world", "By ignoring the use of emotion altogether" ], [ "The movement's failure to appeal to the emotion and empathy of the public", "A focus on identity politics and eliminating problematic language and action", "Humiliating men for experiencing negative emotions such as anxiety", "A lack of intersectionality in the mainstream feminist movement " ], [ "Logic and Emotion working together", "Logic", "Emotion", "Competitiveness " ], [ "It is seen as overly ambitious and disingenuous", "It allows people, especially men, to avoid having to confront their anxieties", "It fosters low confidence and a negative world-view", "It is inferior to reason when it comes to doing the most good for the most people" ] ]

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[ [ "Since the Enlightenment, Mishra argues, our political thinking", "of reason (his point being, of course, that they needed", "used to flourish. That is largely because rational arguments, facts,", "The prevailing political mood of the moment is anxiety.", "Stephen Toulmin, among others, have identified that there was a", "in his forthcoming book, The Age of Anger, because our", "There is an alternative: a politics that begins with the", "of the Enlightenment. By caring about caring, for example –", "after Descartes and Newton. Had the Enlightenment developed instead out", "in fashion. The Brexiters and Trump eschewed rational arguments in", "and reason are often posited as opposites. Plato contrasted the", "a highly rationalistic and scientific turn in Enlightenment thinking after", "world today,\" Mark Lilla wrote recently in the New York", "a few weeks after the conference speech. \"We are living", "then get stronger. As the political ground shifts under our", "the need for soul in politics. Robert Musil and Stephen", "a personification of this phenomenon, as Laurie Penny has observed:", "understand this outbreak of feeling, as Pankaj Mishra argues in", "\"humans are essentially rational and motivated by the pursuit of", "It was also deeply reactionary. The hideous inequalities of" ], [ "The Women's Equality party conference was awash with talk about", "Top image: Sophie Walker, leader of the Women's Equality Party, speaking at the party's first annual conference, in Manchester, November 2016 (Christopher Furlong/Getty Images)", "to the stage at the Women's Equality Party's first conference", "as the former is concerned, the Women's Equality party is", "Walker told me, at the WE party headquarters in Bermondsey,", "about women 'doing politics differently'. The phrase was trotted out", "In the last weekend of November, Sophie Walker took to", "including across the UK and in London, where Sophie Walker", "women, and equal representation in business, politics and the media.", "conference to make her leader's speech and, within a few", "It is in its practice, though, that women's activism has real potential to enlarge our understanding of what it means to be political.", "Sal Brinton, President of the Liberal Democrats, spoke at the", "more inclined to collaborate across party than men. Sal Brinton,", "actually meant. This week, as hundreds of thousands of women", "I used to get mildly irritated when feminists focused", "difference. Nicky Morgan notes that women in parliament are more", "on. The conference held its breath. I gripped the sides", "What women's activism might bring to politics is a", "a few weeks after the conference speech. \"We are living", "There are two ways in which women might potentially" ], [ "There is an alternative: a politics that begins with the", "inadequate to the task of humanising politics because it is,", "A female sensibility in politics is not, it probably", "The populist right has found an emotive way to", "Since the Enlightenment, Mishra argues, our political thinking", "When people admit to their emotions, they call for empathy;", "– subjective emotions – therefore does not.\" There is no", "to suggest solutions than one that denies our emotional lives,", "The prevailing political mood of the moment is anxiety.", "The emotion is there, nevertheless, metastasising. Since men without", "the need for soul in politics. Robert Musil and Stephen", "Trump, rage was right up there. Emotion is back in", "role of emotion in politics.", "to need to find a different language of politics. And", "of Emotions. (Sad!) Yet we are ill-equipped to understand", "All this emotion-with-nowhere-to-go was seized on by the Trump", "in his forthcoming book, The Age of Anger, because our", "used to flourish. That is largely because rational arguments, facts,", "of their emotional relationship to the world. Liberals and social", "empathy; they can galvanise action. \"And the government's name" ], [ "Trump and Brexit campaigns. They found a way to channel", "Trump into the White House, like Brexit, was an end", "Among the variety of reasons for Brexit and Trump,", "in fashion. The Brexiters and Trump eschewed rational arguments in", "themselves becoming winners as things stand – so Trump and", "were winning at or where it took them. Getting Trump", "the Trump/Farage fantasy land of winning, greatness, the deal,", "Trump, rage was right up there. Emotion is back in", "All this emotion-with-nowhere-to-go was seized on by the Trump", "the Trump campaign's \"make America great again\" offered still more", "and Brexit offered instead a return to fantasies of the", "The populist right has found an emotive way to", "in images of strength, mastery, honour. Trump himself is a", "It is, in other words, male identity politics. \"There has", "in his forthcoming book, The Age of Anger, because our", "the past. The iconography of Brexit has its roots in", "used to flourish. That is largely because rational arguments, facts,", "a universal experience, which is why reactionary ideas attract adherents", "in favour of pleas to feeling. Trump is President of", "a personification of this phenomenon, as Laurie Penny has observed:" ], [ "When liberals make pious noises about understanding the anxiety", "The liberals' arguments seem to be conducted in a kind", "Over the coming months and years, progressives are going", "is, in fact, part of the problem. Lilla, in another", "of their emotional relationship to the world. Liberals and social", "Since the Enlightenment, Mishra argues, our political thinking", "There is an alternative: a politics that begins with the", "It is, in other words, male identity politics. \"There has", "The prevailing political mood of the moment is anxiety.", "Sal Brinton, President of the Liberal Democrats, spoke at the", "used to flourish. That is largely because rational arguments, facts,", "The problem is that this assumes white men's lives are", "Jenkins, in the Guardian, have each argued that the policing", "It was also deeply reactionary. The hideous inequalities of", "in his forthcoming book, The Age of Anger, because our", "then get stronger. As the political ground shifts under our", "a personification of this phenomenon, as Laurie Penny has observed:", "I used to get mildly irritated when feminists focused", "The populist right has found an emotive way to", "It is in its practice, though, that women's activism has real potential to enlarge our understanding of what it means to be political." ], [ "The populist right has found an emotive way to", "All this emotion-with-nowhere-to-go was seized on by the Trump", "emotional appeal they can make beyond the populists' exploitative deformation", "Trump, rage was right up there. Emotion is back in", "When people admit to their emotions, they call for empathy;", "used to flourish. That is largely because rational arguments, facts,", "to engage electorates by channelling their feelings, often displacing them", "The prevailing political mood of the moment is anxiety.", "The emotion is there, nevertheless, metastasising. Since men without", "– subjective emotions – therefore does not.\" There is no", "When liberals make pious noises about understanding the anxiety", "in fashion. The Brexiters and Trump eschewed rational arguments in", "in his forthcoming book, The Age of Anger, because our", "emotional distress. (This is very deeply embedded in our culture:", "a personification of this phenomenon, as Laurie Penny has observed:", "bear some of the blame for populism. The logical extension", "– more tellingly. Her tears powerfully conveyed her devastation at", "of their emotional relationship to the world. Liberals and social", "It is, in other words, male identity politics. \"There has", "a universal experience, which is why reactionary ideas attract adherents" ], [ "It is, in other words, male identity politics. \"There has", "has been a massive backlash by white men,\" Sophie Walker", "I used to get mildly irritated when feminists focused", "from unreconstructed be-more-like-a-man feminists like me) that you're", "far to find those who believe that feminism is inadequate", "It is in its practice, though, that women's activism has real potential to enlarge our understanding of what it means to be political.", "about women 'doing politics differently'. The phrase was trotted out", "A female sensibility in politics is not, it probably", "extension of this argument is that feminists, along with Black", "actually meant. This week, as hundreds of thousands of women", "It was also deeply reactionary. 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[ "Why were the creators of Bulb nervous about interviewing?", "Why were the creators of Bulb optimistic about their interview?", "What is a major benefit of having an office at Second Home?", "What were the owners of Bulb able to learn from the Second Home community?", "What is the main reason for the increase in popularity in co-working spaces?", "What is the largest co-working model company mentioned in the article?", "How does the community aspect of co-working space effect the productivity of workers?", "What does the author claim has made humans want to interact in person more?", "What does the author argue has happened to the relationship between work life and home life?", "What does the author think to be the immediate next step in the advancing the co-working space?" ]

[ [ "They were not sure they would be able to hire more people", "They were not sure they would be accepted into a co-working space", "They were not sure that they would be hired for the consultancy position", "They were not sure they would secure the investments" ], [ "They had plenty of applicants for the positions they were trying to fill ", "They knew a few people at the co-working space from previous ventures", "They were overqualified for the positions that they were interviewing for", "The co-working space was notoriously easy to work for" ], [ "Having on site apartments so that one does not have to commute to work", "Having an office space completely to your own company ", "It is an incredibly affordable work space for the price", "Having access to a large network of businesses to collaborate with " ], [ "How to increase revenue without increasing sales ", "How to be good tenants ", "How to treat their own employees", "How to lease out work space to other people" ], [ "Corporate offices downsizing their physical operations", "Main offices becoming too expensive", "Collaboration between companies becoming more commonplace ", "A lack of real estate for individual offices " ], [ "Apps for Good", "Bulb", "The Freelancers Union", "WeWork" ], [ "It has a negative impact because the workers have to pay more in overhead costs", "It has a negative impact because the workers are more distracted", "It has no impact", "It has a positive impact because of the work-focused community aspect" ], [ "An increased use of digital socialization methods", "An increase collective worry about loss of work", "The popularity of the capitalist way of life", "Having to spend much more time in office situations" ], [ "Work and home have become more intertwined in recent years", "There has been no change in the relationship between work and home life", "Work life has become more important than home life in recent years ", "Home life has become more important than work life in recent years" ], [ "Adding lodging to the co-working spaces", "Adding coffee shops to the co-working space", "Building more co-working spaces in new cities", "Decreasing the price of the co-working rentals" ] ]

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[ [ "New work order\nIn March 2015, it was time for Hayden Wood and Amit Gudka to move out of the kitchen. The pair had raised investment for their startup, Bulb, a renewable energy supplier, and they were looking for an office.", "the tour. We were nervous: were we going to get", "entailing pre-interview nerves. But acceptance into Second Home, for", "lamp, a drawer. Many coworkers sit with their backs to", "people they closed down the building.\" Aware that \"tech companies", "them. The answers come back, finally, appended: \"All attributable", "around. There isn't anyone who can speak on the record", "certainly in its approach to communication. I am asked not", "straining supply). The pair subsequently moved into a studio, then", "familiar. And we hoped our business idea was quite good.\"", "Silva, who also happens to be the co-founder of Second", "night and they offered us a workshop about how to market", "up because they wanted some office space themselves; they have", "Of course, you could take the cynical view that the", "market and launch. It's an extremely generous collaborative culture.\"", "need to create their life's work\". Going around the building,", "himself. With coworking spaces, as with the internet, there is", "few different spaces,\" says Wood, who had previously spent 10", "they'd get fired too. Eventually they'd fired so many people", "to their colleagues, staring at blank walls, with barely enough" ], [ "New work order\nIn March 2015, it was time for Hayden Wood and Amit Gudka to move out of the kitchen. The pair had raised investment for their startup, Bulb, a renewable energy supplier, and they were looking for an office.", "familiar. And we hoped our business idea was quite good.\"", "Of course, you could take the cynical view that the", "entailing pre-interview nerves. But acceptance into Second Home, for", "spaces like this. Everyone thinks it's going to continue.\"", "WeWork's enthusiasts, though, emphasise the connections they make", "certainly in its approach to communication. I am asked not", "up because they wanted some office space themselves; they have", "A coworking space was the obvious choice: somewhere that", "lamp, a drawer. Many coworkers sit with their backs to", "people they closed down the building.\" Aware that \"tech companies", "market and launch. It's an extremely generous collaborative culture.\"", "met Blue State Digital [a digital strategy agency that worked", "Good. \"Charles is a great connector,\" Lapinsky says, \"and", "them. The answers come back, finally, appended: \"All attributable", "night and they offered us a workshop about how to market", "the tour. 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[ "How does memory erasing work in the story?", "Who lives with Ronnie?", "How much time passes during the story?", "Where does the family live?", "How many adult characters have speaking roles?", "What is the relationship like between Edith and Ronnie?", "When does Dad think books should have been destroyed?", "What is the relationship like between Ronnie and David?", "What qualities does a person need before they are taught to read?", "Why was reading forbidden?" ]

[ [ "Reading can only be scrambled in a person’s memory, but not erased", "It is done only to families that abandon their children", "All experiences are completely forgotten for a given time period", "Select memories can be wiped out" ], [ "Mom, Dad", "Mom, Dad, Grandmother", "Mom, Dad, Kenny", "Mom, Grandmother, Mr. Davis" ], [ "Part of a day", "Two years", "A month", "Eight years" ], [ "In a suburb in Illinois", "In an apartment in the city", "In Washington, DC for Dad’s work", "In a small town near the countryside" ], [ "Three", "Two", "Four", "Five" ], [ "Edith is strict with no tolerance towards Ronnie", "Edith taught Ronnie to read", "They are kindred spirits that had similar interests in childhood", "Edith adopted Ronnie in his childhood" ], [ "Before 1925", "In the year 2000", "Before 1956", "In the year 2056" ], [ "Ronnie plays with David after school", "David is angry with Ronnie and desperate for solutions", "David taught Ronnie to read secretly", "David is tolerant of Ronnie’s desire to learn" ], [ "Lack of farming skills", "High IQ, no mechanical abilities", "Government credentials", "Status, allegiance" ], [ "It created castes", "It turned citizens against the government, making it risky for a child of a government employee to learn to read", "It is not revealed", "It turned people away from the hard labor the government required of them" ] ]

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[ [ "treatments. They can do wonderful things now—permi-hypnosis, creations\n of artificial psychic blocks. A memory-wash would mean that Ronnie'd", "Dad stood very tall and very stiff, not even looking at him. \"They\n won't take your brain, just your memory for the past two years.\"", "you see what this means? Ronnie'll have to be memory-washed back to the\n time of birth. He'll have to start life all over again.\"", "complete memory-wash. He'll never know we existed, and he'll never\n bother us again.\"", "Dad interrupted: \"But he'd\nstill\nremember how to read, unconsciously\n anyway. Even permi-hypnosis would wear off in time. The boy can't keep\n going to psychiatrists for the rest of his life.\"", "He looked up abruptly, as if struck by a chilling new thought. \"You\n can't keep a two-year memory-wash a secret. I never thought of that\n before. Why, that alone would mean the end of my promotions.\"", "\"There's only one solution. We can't destroy two years of Ronnie's\n memory—you said that yourself. So we'll have to take him to a\n psychiatrist or maybe a psychoneurologist. A few short treatments—\"", "\"David,\" said Mom, very seriously, almost as if she were praying, \"it\n won't be necessary to have him memory-washed, will it?\"", "Dad jumped to his feet. \"I hate to say it, Edith, but we've got to put\n this boy in a reformatory. Maybe a good memory-wash will take some of", "\"Old,\" he mused, \"—so very old. Ironic, isn't it? Our lives are being\n wrecked by things that should have been destroyed and forgotten a\n hundred years ago.\"", "the nonsense out of him!\"\nRonnie suppressed a sob. \"No, Daddy, don't let them take away my brain.\n Please—\"", "\"How long ago did all this start?\n\n\n \"T—two years ago.\"\n\n\n Dad rose, fists clenched, staring strangely at nothing.", "A tremor passed through Mom's slender body. \"There were three books on\n his bed. I'm not sure which one he was actually reading.\"\n\n\n Dad groaned. \"\nThree\nof them. Did you burn them?\"", "\"Get them, damn it. Let's burn the filthy things.\"\n\n\n Mom went to a mahogany chest in the dining room, produced three faded\n volumes. She put them on the hassock at Dad's feet.", "\"And you can't get ahead if people know you've been a Reader. That's\n something you can't live down. No matter how hard you try, people\n always stumble upon the truth.\"", "He slapped her then with the palm of his hand. The sound was like a\n pistol shot in the hot, tight air.", "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"", "Her words echoed in the room until absorbed by the ceaseless, ticking\n clock. Mom stood straight and unashamed. Dad's gaze traveled slowly to\n Ronnie, to Mom, to the clock, back and forth." ], [ "Ronnie and Mom stepped inside.", "Ronnie shivered, his pulse quickening. The muscles in his small body\n were like a web of taut-drawn wires.", "\"You've interested Ronnie in old things. To a child in its formative\n years, in a pleasant house, these things symbolize peace and security.", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "Ronnie led her through the cold, windy streets. They left the lights of\n the town behind them. They stumbled over a rough, dirt country road.", "Ronnie huddled in the darkness by the half-open bedroom door.\nPlease, Mama\n, his mind cried,\nplease don't tell Daddy what I did.\nThere was a droning, indistinct murmur.", "\"Where will we go, Ronnie? Where, where—\"\n\n\n \"I know a place. Maybe we can stay there—for a little while.\"", "Ronnie tried to keep his legs from shaking. \"It was—Daddy, you won't\n make trouble, will you?\"\n\n\n \"This is between you and me, son. We don't care about anyone else.\"", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "\"David—\"\n\n\n \"I said\nget out\n!\"\n\n\n Ronnie and Mom left the house. Outside, the night was dark and a wind\n was rising. Mom shivered in her thin house cloak.", "Ronnie said, \"He took me to his house. I met his dad. Mr. Davis is lots\n of fun. He has a beard and he paints pictures and he's collected almost\n five hundred books.\"", "\"There's only one solution. We can't destroy two years of Ronnie's\n memory—you said that yourself. So we'll have to take him to a\n psychiatrist or maybe a psychoneurologist. A few short treatments—\"", "\"Good Lord,\" Dad murmured. He took a deep breath and squatted down,\n held Ronnie's arms and looked hard into his eyes. For an instant he\n became the kind, understanding father that Ronnie knew.", "Ronnie held his breath. His legs seemed as numb and nerveless as the\n stumps of dead trees.", "\"Maybe I've never really explained things to you, Ronnie. You see, you\n won't always be a boy. Someday you'll have to find a way of making a", "Ronnie silently closed the bedroom door.\nWhy did you tell him, Mama? Why did you have to tell him?\n\"Ronnie!\" Dad called.", "A corner of Mom's mouth twitched. \"David, I didn't want anything like\n this. I thought maybe Ronnie could have a few private psychiatric", "wall. That stamp collection you started for Ronnie—stamps dated way\n back to the 1940's.\"", "There was no sound save for the ticking—and for the pounding of\n Ronnie's heart.", "at school. Ronnie, don't you realize I'd lose my job if people knew I\n had a Reader for a son?\"" ], [ "\"How long ago did all this start?\n\n\n \"T—two years ago.\"\n\n\n Dad rose, fists clenched, staring strangely at nothing.", "\"Two years,\" he breathed. \"I thought I had a good son, and yet for two\n years—\" He shook his head unbelievingly. \"Maybe it's my own fault.", "Her words echoed in the room until absorbed by the ceaseless, ticking\n clock. Mom stood straight and unashamed. Dad's gaze traveled slowly to\n Ronnie, to Mom, to the clock, back and forth.", "Ronnie led her through the cold, windy streets. They left the lights of\n the town behind them. They stumbled over a rough, dirt country road.", "\"Old,\" he mused, \"—so very old. Ironic, isn't it? Our lives are being\n wrecked by things that should have been destroyed and forgotten a\n hundred years ago.\"", "Dad nodded at the clock, and the slow, smouldering anger returned to\n his face. \"It's\nyour", "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"", "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "\"David—\"\n\n\n \"I said\nget out\n!\"\n\n\n Ronnie and Mom left the house. Outside, the night was dark and a wind\n was rising. Mom shivered in her thin house cloak.", "Mom was silent for a few seconds. She was breathing heavily, but no\n longer crying. A calmness entered her features, and for the first time\n tonight Ronnie saw no fear in her eyes.", "\"Get them, damn it. Let's burn the filthy things.\"\n\n\n Mom went to a mahogany chest in the dining room, produced three faded\n volumes. She put them on the hassock at Dad's feet.", "To Ronnie, the clock seemed to be saying:\nDaddy's coming, Daddy's coming.", "A tremor passed through Mom's slender body. \"There were three books on\n his bed. I'm not sure which one he was actually reading.\"\n\n\n Dad groaned. \"\nThree\nof them. Did you burn them?\"", "\"Maybe I've never really explained things to you, Ronnie. You see, you\n won't always be a boy. Someday you'll have to find a way of making a", "\"And I—and Mr. Davis said he'd teach me to read them if I promised not\n to tell anybody. So he taught me a little every day after school—oh,", "He stood alone in his upstairs bedroom. His slender-boned,\n eight-year-old body trembling, perspiration glittering on his white\n forehead.", "\"Tell me all about it, son. Where did you get the book? Who taught you\n to read?\"", "\"There's only one solution. We can't destroy two years of Ronnie's\n memory—you said that yourself. So we'll have to take him to a\n psychiatrist or maybe a psychoneurologist. A few short treatments—\"", "They came to a small, rough-boarded house in the deep shadow of an\n eucalyptus grove. The windows of the house were like friendly eyes of\n warm golden light.", "Ronnie huddled in the darkness by the half-open bedroom door.\nPlease, Mama\n, his mind cried,\nplease don't tell Daddy what I did.\nThere was a droning, indistinct murmur." ], [ "They came to a small, rough-boarded house in the deep shadow of an\n eucalyptus grove. The windows of the house were like friendly eyes of\n warm golden light.", "\"David—\"\n\n\n \"I said\nget out\n!\"\n\n\n Ronnie and Mom left the house. Outside, the night was dark and a wind\n was rising. Mom shivered in her thin house cloak.", "Ronnie led her through the cold, windy streets. They left the lights of\n the town behind them. They stumbled over a rough, dirt country road.", "\"Mr. Davis isn't normal,\" Dad snapped. \"He's a hermit. No decent family\n would let him in their house. He grows his own food and sometimes he", "\"Get them, damn it. Let's burn the filthy things.\"\n\n\n Mom went to a mahogany chest in the dining room, produced three faded\n volumes. She put them on the hassock at Dad's feet.", "\"Where will we go, Ronnie? Where, where—\"\n\n\n \"I know a place. Maybe we can stay there—for a little while.\"", "Her words echoed in the room until absorbed by the ceaseless, ticking\n clock. Mom stood straight and unashamed. Dad's gaze traveled slowly to\n Ronnie, to Mom, to the clock, back and forth.", "He stood alone in his upstairs bedroom. His slender-boned,\n eight-year-old body trembling, perspiration glittering on his white\n forehead.", "Ronnie huddled in the darkness by the half-open bedroom door.\nPlease, Mama\n, his mind cried,\nplease don't tell Daddy what I did.\nThere was a droning, indistinct murmur.", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "\"You've interested Ronnie in old things. To a child in its formative\n years, in a pleasant house, these things symbolize peace and security.", "At last he said, \"Get out.\"\n\n\n Mom stared blankly.\n\n\n \"Get out. Both of you. You can send for your things later. I never want\n to see either of you again.\"", "Ronnie silently closed the bedroom door.\nWhy did you tell him, Mama? Why did you have to tell him?\n\"Ronnie!\" Dad called.", "living room. The slamming of a gyro-car door. The opening of the front\n door of the house.", "\"Old,\" he mused, \"—so very old. Ironic, isn't it? Our lives are being\n wrecked by things that should have been destroyed and forgotten a\n hundred years ago.\"", "boy's no good. His father never had a job in his life. Nobody'd even\n offer him a job. Why, the whole town knows he's a Reader!\"", "\"How long ago did all this start?\n\n\n \"T—two years ago.\"\n\n\n Dad rose, fists clenched, staring strangely at nothing.", "Mom was silent for a few seconds. She was breathing heavily, but no\n longer crying. A calmness entered her features, and for the first time\n tonight Ronnie saw no fear in her eyes.", "\"Tell me all about it, son. Where did you get the book? Who taught you\n to read?\"", "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"" ], [ "Her words echoed in the room until absorbed by the ceaseless, ticking\n clock. Mom stood straight and unashamed. Dad's gaze traveled slowly to\n Ronnie, to Mom, to the clock, back and forth.", "\"Tell me all about it, son. Where did you get the book? Who taught you\n to read?\"", "and Indians and spacemen—but sometimes you want more than that.\n Sometimes you want to know how people feel deep inside and how they\n think. And there are beautiful words and beautiful thoughts, just like", "\"Maybe I've never really explained things to you, Ronnie. You see, you\n won't always be a boy. Someday you'll have to find a way of making a", "Silence settled over the room, punctuated only by the ticking of the\n antique clock. All movement seemed frozen, as if the room lay at the\n bottom of a cold, thick sea.\n\n\n \"David,\" Mom finally said.", "An instant later a door opened and a small boy ran out to meet them.\n\n\n \"Hi, Kenny.\"\n\n\n \"Hi. Who's that? Your mom?\"", "\"I wanted to read,\" she said, her voice firm and proud, \"because, as\n Ronnie said, it's fun. The video's nice, with its dancers and lovers", "giving\norders instead of carrying them. Then\n I'll learn to read, too. That's the right way to do it.\"", "\"Mr. Davis isn't crazy. And he isn't old. He's young, just like you,\n and—\"\n\n\n \"Ronnie!\"", "\"And I—and Mr. Davis said he'd teach me to read them if I promised not\n to tell anybody. So he taught me a little every day after school—oh,", "\"Sure, son. One person in ten thousand might reach the point where\n his corporation or bureau will teach him to read. But you prove your", "ability and loyalty first. By the time you're 35 or 40, they might\nwant\nyou to learn to read. But for young people and children—well,", "\"\nEdith.\n\" He spat the name as if it were acid on his tongue. \"Edith,\nyou can read\n!\"\nMom sucked in her sobs. Her chalk-white cheeks were still streaked with\n rivulets of tears.", "Mom was silent for a few seconds. She was breathing heavily, but no\n longer crying. A calmness entered her features, and for the first time\n tonight Ronnie saw no fear in her eyes.", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"", "\"\nThe—The Adventures of Tom Sawyer\n,\" said Mom through her sobs.\n\n\n He grabbed the second book, held it before her shimmering vision.\n\n\n \"And the name of this?\"", "Mom stepped forward. \"David, you promised you'd be sensible about this.\n You promised you wouldn't get angry.\"\n\n\n Dad grunted. \"All right, son. Go ahead.\"", "Ronnie said, \"He took me to his house. I met his dad. Mr. Davis is lots\n of fun. He has a beard and he paints pictures and he's collected almost\n five hundred books.\"", "\"Get them, damn it. Let's burn the filthy things.\"\n\n\n Mom went to a mahogany chest in the dining room, produced three faded\n volumes. She put them on the hassock at Dad's feet." ], [ "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "He seized one of the books on the hassock.\n\n\n \"Edith,\" he said crisply, \"just what was Ronnie reading? What's the\n name of this book?\"", "Ronnie tried to keep his legs from shaking. \"It was—Daddy, you won't\n make trouble, will you?\"\n\n\n \"This is between you and me, son. We don't care about anyone else.\"", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "\"Good Lord,\" Dad murmured. He took a deep breath and squatted down,\n held Ronnie's arms and looked hard into his eyes. For an instant he\n became the kind, understanding father that Ronnie knew.", "Ronnie led her through the cold, windy streets. They left the lights of\n the town behind them. They stumbled over a rough, dirt country road.", "\"You've interested Ronnie in old things. To a child in its formative\n years, in a pleasant house, these things symbolize peace and security.", "A corner of Mom's mouth twitched. \"David, I didn't want anything like\n this. I thought maybe Ronnie could have a few private psychiatric", "\"Maybe I've never really explained things to you, Ronnie. You see, you\n won't always be a boy. Someday you'll have to find a way of making a", "\"David—\"\n\n\n \"I said\nget out\n!\"\n\n\n Ronnie and Mom left the house. Outside, the night was dark and a wind\n was rising. Mom shivered in her thin house cloak.", "Ronnie shivered, his pulse quickening. The muscles in his small body\n were like a web of taut-drawn wires.", "\"\nEdith.\n\" He spat the name as if it were acid on his tongue. \"Edith,\nyou can read\n!\"\nMom sucked in her sobs. Her chalk-white cheeks were still streaked with\n rivulets of tears.", "Ronnie huddled in the darkness by the half-open bedroom door.\nPlease, Mama\n, his mind cried,\nplease don't tell Daddy what I did.\nThere was a droning, indistinct murmur.", "\"A good wife.\" Dad sneered. His face was so ugly that Ronnie looked\n away.", "Mom was silent for a few seconds. She was breathing heavily, but no\n longer crying. A calmness entered her features, and for the first time\n tonight Ronnie saw no fear in her eyes.", "Ronnie held his breath. His legs seemed as numb and nerveless as the\n stumps of dead trees.", "Ronnie silently closed the bedroom door.\nWhy did you tell him, Mama? Why did you have to tell him?\n\"Ronnie!\" Dad called.", "\"Mr. Davis isn't crazy. And he isn't old. He's young, just like you,\n and—\"\n\n\n \"Ronnie!\"", "\"Is it true, Ronnie?\" asked Dad. \"Were you really—really reading a\n book?\"\n\n\n Ronnie gulped. He nodded." ], [ "\"Get them, damn it. Let's burn the filthy things.\"\n\n\n Mom went to a mahogany chest in the dining room, produced three faded\n volumes. She put them on the hassock at Dad's feet.", "A tremor passed through Mom's slender body. \"There were three books on\n his bed. I'm not sure which one he was actually reading.\"\n\n\n Dad groaned. \"\nThree\nof them. Did you burn them?\"", "\"Old,\" he mused, \"—so very old. Ironic, isn't it? Our lives are being\n wrecked by things that should have been destroyed and forgotten a\n hundred years ago.\"", "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"", "\"Is it true, Ronnie?\" asked Dad. \"Were you really—really reading a\n book?\"\n\n\n Ronnie gulped. He nodded.", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "Dad, books are fun to read. They tell you things you can't see on the\n video or hear on the tapes.\"", "A burst of hope entered Ronnie's fear-filled eyes. Maybe something\n would happen. Maybe Dad would have an accident. Maybe—", "And Dad, handsome in his night-black, skin-tight Pentagon uniform, had\n become a hostile stranger with narrowed eyes of black fire.", "He threw the books to the floor. He stepped backward. His face was a\n mask of combined sorrow, disbelief, and rage.", "\"Good Lord,\" Dad murmured. He took a deep breath and squatted down,\n held Ronnie's arms and looked hard into his eyes. For an instant he\n became the kind, understanding father that Ronnie knew.", "Dad stood now like a colossus carved of black ice. His right hand was\n still upraised, ready to strike again.\n\n\n Then his hand fell. His mind seemed to be toying with a new thought, a\n new concept.", "Dad burst, \"He was doing\nwhat\n?\"\n\n\n More murmuring.\n\n\n \"I can't believe it. You really saw him?... I'll be damned.\"", "\"How long ago did all this start?\n\n\n \"T—two years ago.\"\n\n\n Dad rose, fists clenched, staring strangely at nothing.", "Dad jumped to his feet. \"I hate to say it, Edith, but we've got to put\n this boy in a reformatory. Maybe a good memory-wash will take some of", "Dad nodded at the clock, and the slow, smouldering anger returned to\n his face. \"It's\nyour", "Dad interrupted: \"But he'd\nstill\nremember how to read, unconsciously\n anyway. Even permi-hypnosis would wear off in time. The boy can't keep\n going to psychiatrists for the rest of his life.\"", "Dad's voice was knife-sharp and December-cold. Ronnie slipped off the\n hassock as if struck physically by the fury of the voice. He sat\n sprawled on his small posterior, fresh fear etched on his thin features.", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "Dad stood very tall and very stiff, not even looking at him. \"They\n won't take your brain, just your memory for the past two years.\"" ], [ "\"David—\"\n\n\n \"I said\nget out\n!\"\n\n\n Ronnie and Mom left the house. Outside, the night was dark and a wind\n was rising. Mom shivered in her thin house cloak.", "A corner of Mom's mouth twitched. \"David, I didn't want anything like\n this. I thought maybe Ronnie could have a few private psychiatric", "\"I'm sorry, David. I've never told anyone—not even Ronnie. I haven't\n read a book, haven't even looked at one since we were married. I've\n tried to be a good wife—\"", "Ronnie tried to keep his legs from shaking. \"It was—Daddy, you won't\n make trouble, will you?\"\n\n\n \"This is between you and me, son. We don't care about anyone else.\"", "\"Good Lord,\" Dad murmured. He took a deep breath and squatted down,\n held Ronnie's arms and looked hard into his eyes. For an instant he\n became the kind, understanding father that Ronnie knew.", "\"Mr. Davis isn't crazy. And he isn't old. He's young, just like you,\n and—\"\n\n\n \"Ronnie!\"", "Ronnie said, \"He took me to his house. I met his dad. Mr. Davis is lots\n of fun. He has a beard and he paints pictures and he's collected almost\n five hundred books.\"", "Ronnie shivered, his pulse quickening. The muscles in his small body\n were like a web of taut-drawn wires.", "\"Maybe I've never really explained things to you, Ronnie. You see, you\n won't always be a boy. Someday you'll have to find a way of making a", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "Ronnie blinked. \"Mr. Davis doesn't work for the gover'ment or for a\n corpor-ation.\"", "Dad looked at Mom, frowning. Then he gazed at Ronnie. His soft-spoken\n words were as ominous as the low growl of thunder:", "Ronnie huddled in the darkness by the half-open bedroom door.\nPlease, Mama\n, his mind cried,\nplease don't tell Daddy what I did.\nThere was a droning, indistinct murmur.", "Ronnie led her through the cold, windy streets. They left the lights of\n the town behind them. They stumbled over a rough, dirt country road.", "Ronnie held his breath. His legs seemed as numb and nerveless as the\n stumps of dead trees.", "Dad's fingers tightened on Ronnie's arms. \"Kenny Davis!\" he spat. \"The", "at school. Ronnie, don't you realize I'd lose my job if people knew I\n had a Reader for a son?\"", "\"You've interested Ronnie in old things. To a child in its formative\n years, in a pleasant house, these things symbolize peace and security.", "the nonsense out of him!\"\nRonnie suppressed a sob. \"No, Daddy, don't let them take away my brain.\n Please—\"", "Ronnie silently closed the bedroom door.\nWhy did you tell him, Mama? Why did you have to tell him?\n\"Ronnie!\" Dad called." ], [ "ability and loyalty first. By the time you're 35 or 40, they might\nwant\nyou to learn to read. But for young people and children—well,", "giving\norders instead of carrying them. Then\n I'll learn to read, too. That's the right way to do it.\"", "\"Sure, son. One person in ten thousand might reach the point where\n his corporation or bureau will teach him to read. But you prove your", "\"And I—and Mr. Davis said he'd teach me to read them if I promised not\n to tell anybody. So he taught me a little every day after school—oh,", "\"Tell me all about it, son. Where did you get the book? Who taught you\n to read?\"", "\"I wanted to read,\" she said, her voice firm and proud, \"because, as\n Ronnie said, it's fun. The video's nice, with its dancers and lovers", "\"And you can't get ahead if people know you've been a Reader. That's\n something you can't live down. No matter how hard you try, people\n always stumble upon the truth.\"", "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"", "Ronnie scowled. \"But if things are written down, someone has to read\n them, don't they?\"", "\"\nEdith.\n\" He spat the name as if it were acid on his tongue. \"Edith,\nyou can read\n!\"\nMom sucked in her sobs. Her chalk-white cheeks were still streaked with\n rivulets of tears.", "Ronnie shifted uncomfortably on the hassock. \"But can't a Reader get a\n job that's not so important. Like a barber or a plumber or—\"", "boy's no good. His father never had a job in his life. Nobody'd even\n offer him a job. Why, the whole town knows he's a Reader!\"", "and Indians and spacemen—but sometimes you want more than that.\n Sometimes you want to know how people feel deep inside and how they\n think. And there are beautiful words and beautiful thoughts, just like", "there are beautiful paintings. It isn't enough just to hear them and\n then forget them. Sometimes you want to keep the words and thoughts\n before you because in that way you feel that they belong to you.\"", "\"Damn it, son, how could you even\nthink\nof being a Reader? You've got", "takes care of gardens for people. I want you to have more than that. I\n want you to have a nice home and be respected by people.\"", "hire a Reader? People'd say you were a spy or a subversive or that\n you're crazy like old man Davis.\"", "it just isn't done. Why, the President himself wasn't trusted to learn\n till he was nearly fifty!\"", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "at school. Ronnie, don't you realize I'd lose my job if people knew I\n had a Reader for a son?\"" ], [ "\"You lied to me,\" Dad snapped. \"For ten years you've lied to me. Why\n did you want to read, Edith?\nWhy?\n\"", "\"And you can't get ahead if people know you've been a Reader. That's\n something you can't live down. No matter how hard you try, people\n always stumble upon the truth.\"", "\"And I—and Mr. Davis said he'd teach me to read them if I promised not\n to tell anybody. So he taught me a little every day after school—oh,", "\"\nEdith.\n\" He spat the name as if it were acid on his tongue. \"Edith,\nyou can read\n!\"\nMom sucked in her sobs. Her chalk-white cheeks were still streaked with\n rivulets of tears.", "\"I wanted to read,\" she said, her voice firm and proud, \"because, as\n Ronnie said, it's fun. The video's nice, with its dancers and lovers", "ability and loyalty first. By the time you're 35 or 40, they might\nwant\nyou to learn to read. But for young people and children—well,", "A tremor passed through Mom's slender body. \"There were three books on\n his bed. I'm not sure which one he was actually reading.\"\n\n\n Dad groaned. \"\nThree\nof them. Did you burn them?\"", "\"Tell me all about it, son. Where did you get the book? Who taught you\n to read?\"", "\"Is it true, Ronnie?\" asked Dad. \"Were you really—really reading a\n book?\"\n\n\n Ronnie gulped. He nodded.", "\"I'm sorry, David. I've never told anyone—not even Ronnie. I haven't\n read a book, haven't even looked at one since we were married. I've\n tried to be a good wife—\"", "at school. Ronnie, don't you realize I'd lose my job if people knew I\n had a Reader for a son?\"", "\"A hundred years old,\" he repeated. His mouth became a hard, thin line.\n \"Edith, I think I know why Ronnie wanted to read, why he fell into the\n trap so easily.\"", "Dad interrupted: \"But he'd\nstill\nremember how to read, unconsciously\n anyway. Even permi-hypnosis would wear off in time. The boy can't keep\n going to psychiatrists for the rest of his life.\"", "Ronnie's been conditioned from the very time of his birth to like old\n things. It was natural for him to be attracted by books. And we were\n just too stupid to realize it.\"", "giving\norders instead of carrying them. Then\n I'll learn to read, too. That's the right way to do it.\"", "boy's no good. His father never had a job in his life. Nobody'd even\n offer him a job. Why, the whole town knows he's a Reader!\"", "\"Two years,\" he breathed. \"I thought I had a good son, and yet for two\n years—\" He shook his head unbelievingly. \"Maybe it's my own fault.", "\"Sure, son. One person in ten thousand might reach the point where\n his corporation or bureau will teach him to read. But you prove your", "hire a Reader? People'd say you were a spy or a subversive or that\n you're crazy like old man Davis.\"", "Mom continued, \"I—I learned when I was just a girl. I was young like\n Ronnie. You know how young people are—reckless, eager to do forbidden\n things.\"" ] ]

[ "What do all of the residents of the Twin Palms trailer court all seem to have in common", "What lesson can be learned from Joey?", "Even after they normally would have moved on, what seems to keep Doc and Roy at the Twin Palms trailer court?", "Joey's lack of emotion concerning the loss of Charley", "What makes Joey transition from watching the road to watching the sky?", "Ethel tells Joey", "Once it appears that Joey has been able to move the stars, who seem most concerned and why?", "Doc tells Joey that he needs to focus on something other than moving the stars. Why does he tell him this, and what is the end result of that suggestion?", "Joey's story was ", "In the end," ]

[ [ "They all have substance abuse issues.", "They are all broken or damaged in some way.", "They are all transient.", "They all rally around Joey to help him cope with the loss of his dog." ], [ "If you force yourself into a state of disbelief about a difficult situation, it will eventually right itself.", "If you believe in something strongly enough, you can make it happen.", "No one in this world including your own mother is to be trusted.", "Just because you have a disability does not mean you cannot lead a normal life." ], [ "Doc is sweet on Ethel, and he wants to stay near her.", "Roy finally has a job that he enjoys, and he does not want to leave it.", "They have both essentially given up on life, and they no longer care where they live or where they go.", "They are both interested in and concerned for Joey, and they want to see where the story leads." ], [ "shows that he was brought up not to show emotion.", "shows that Joey is emotionally stunted and that, on top of Polio, he suffers from other ailments. ", "shows that he has already lost so much in his life that he can't even cry over the loss of his dog.", "shows that he cannot, for whatever reason, admit that he is gone. If Charlie is gone, then his hope is shattered, and he has no reason to even get up out of bed any longer." ], [ "He is finally told that Charlie cannot return home, so he believes he can rearrange the starts so he can still catch a glimpse of his beloved dog.", "He decided that the road no longer held anything for him. The changing sky gave him more to see than the road ever did.", "He decides that Charlie is in Heaven, so he looks there to see him.", "His disease has progressed to the point that he can only hold his head in a position where he is looking up, now he can no longer look for his lost dog." ], [ "his father came and took Charlie away while Joey was in the hospital.", "while he was in the hospital, someone picked Charlie up off the side of the road and took him out of state.", "Charlie was struck by a car when Joey was in the hospital.", "that if he does not stop dwelling on the dog, she will be forced to send him to the hospital." ], [ "Roy - he is afraid Joey is going to hurt himself.", "Ethel - she is afraid of the power that her son possesses.", "Joey - he is amazed by his abilities, and he is frightened about what he might do if he is angered.", "Doc - he is concerned that a catastrophe will occur because of the scientific oddity behind the starts moving." ], [ "He wanted Joey to stop messing with nature, so Joey started to try to move his feet again, and he eventually learned how to walk again.", "He just felt like it was the thing to say because Joey's constant upward gaze make him even odder to others than before, but Joey did not listen and continued to alienate himself from everyone else.", "He wanted Joey to get a hobby so that he could be more productive and normal. and Joey ends up making friends because of it.", "He just wanted Joey to stop messing with nature, and that is what happened." ], [ "in the end, not that big of a deal. ", "so sad that people generally stayed away from him because he made them feel so uncomfortable.", "astounding. Doc and others like him studied Joey's case for years to come", "just another story about a boy and his dog." ], [ "after everyone ends up leaving the trailer court, Charlie finds his way home.", "Roy never hears from Joey and his mom again.", "Doc and Roy stay in touch with Ethel and Joey for many years.", "the stars go back to where they were originally, and it was like the story never happened." ] ]

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[ [ "When they were gone the Twin Palms trailer court was so lonesome and\n dead that Doc and I pulled out and went down to the Lake Okechobee", "parked our trailer at the Twin Palms court. I'd nearly stumbled over\n Joey that time too, but he wasn't moving stars then. He was just\n staring ahead of him, waiting.", "of the strip where Joey could look across the crushed-shell square of\n the Twin Palms trailer court and the palmetto flats to the Tampa\n highway beyond. But this time it was pushed back into the shadows away", "beer. When we turned in around midnight I figured we wouldn't be\n staying long at the Twin Palms trailer court. It wasn't a very\n comfortable place.", "That routine started every morning when old man Cloehessey, the\n postman, pedaled his bicycle out from Twin Palms to leave a handful of", "His wheelchair was parked as usual on the tired strip of carpet grass\n that separated his mother's trailer from the one Doc Shull and I lived", "A little later Ethel came out into the moonlight and shut the trailer\n door behind her. She looked rumpled and beaten, her hair straggling", "For instance, a scrubby little terrier followed him home from Twin\n Palms one day and Ethel let him keep it. He fed the pup and washed it", "mail for the trailer-court tenants. Cloehessey would always make it a\n point to ride back by way of the Pond trailer and Joey would stop him", "It was hard on Ethel. Sometimes the kid would dream at night that\n Charlie had come home and was scratching at the trailer ramp to be let", "\"Tough,\" I said, thinking of the kid sitting out there all day in his\n wheelchair, straining his eyes across the palmetto flats. \"You mean\n he's been waiting a\nyear\n?\"", "Doc and I looked at each other in the half-dark of our own trailer.\n \"She's done it, Roy,\" Doc said.", "\"I'm waiting for Charlie to come home,\" he said, keeping his eyes on\n the highway.\n\n\n Probably I'd have asked who Charlie was but just then the trailer door\n opened behind him and his mother took over.", "She was right about it being none of my business. I went on into the\n trailer I shared with Doc Shull and left the two of them waiting for\n Charlie together.", "Then he'd pedal away, shaking his head. Later on the handyman would\n come around to swap sanitary tanks under the trailers and Joey would", "the palmetto flats. He was always there, day or night, until his\n mother came home from work and rolled him inside.", "He told me more about our neighbors while we killed the beer. The\n Ponds were permanent residents. The kid—his name was Joey and he was", "said, but his eyes always went back to the palmetto flats and the\n highway, looking for Charlie. And he never let anything interfere with\n his routine.", "When school opened again in the fall Ethel sold her trailer and got a\n job in Tampa where Joey could walk to school instead of going by bus.", "He'd been sitting in his wheelchair at the west end of the\n carpet-grass strip, staring out over the palmetto flats toward the" ], [ "\"We've got to give the boy another interest,\" Doc said, putting away\n the books and puncturing another beer can. \"Joey has a remarkable", "\"Books for Joey,\" Doc said. \"Ethel and I agreed this morning that the\n boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't\n go to school I'm going to teach him here.\"", "At first I thought it was funny that Joey never complained or cried\n when Charlie didn't come home, but Doc explained that it was all a", "else. The dog needed Joey and Joey needed him. Together, they'd been a\n natural.", "again? I've always heard that if a man had faith enough he could move\n mountains. Well, if a man has the faith in himself that Joey's got\n maybe he could move stars, too.\"", "\"Maybe we ought to look for another interest in life ourselves instead\n of drumming up one for Joey,\" Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it\n had a shaky sound; \"Something besides getting beered up every night,\n for instance.\"", "I could see it when Doc put it that way. The dog had spent more time\n with Joey than Ethel had, and the kid felt as safe with him as he'd", "story. Joey still didn't know that Charlie was dead, but his waiting\n was over because no dog could be expected to find his way home from\n Michigan.", "I told Doc about that after we'd bunked in, but he said I should not\n encourage the kid in his crazy thinking. \"Joey's heard everybody", "things by looking at them. In a book Joey might have saved the world\n or destroyed it, depending on which line would interest the most\n readers and bring the writer the fattest check, but of course it", "But there came a night that was more than Ethel could take, a night\n that changed Joey's routine and a lot more with it. It left a mark", "Doc laughed at that, sounding more like his old self. \"No, Roy. No\n two people ever had instantaneous and identical hallucinations.\"\n\n\n \"Look,\" I said. \"I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—\"", "Walking was a slow business with Joey at first because his legs had\n got thin and weak—partially atrophied muscles, Doc said—and it took", "It's a pity things don't happen in life like they do in books, because\n a first-class story could be made out of Joey Pond's knack for moving", "have been with a platoon of Marines. And Charlie, being a one-man dog,\n had depended on Joey for the affection he wouldn't take from anybody", "\"'\nThere are more things, Horatio....\n'\" he began, then laughed. \"A\n line worn threadbare by three hundred years of repetition but as apt\n tonight as ever, Roy. Do you really believe Joey is moving those\n stars?\"", "reminded of them. Every time we look up at a clear night sky we see\n what Doc calls the Joey Pond Stellar Monument, which is nothing but a", "\"Anything wrong, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He said, \"No, Roy,\" without taking his eyes off the sky.", "part of this psychological block business. If Joey cried he'd be\n admitting that Charlie was lost. So he waited and watched, secure in\n his belief that Charlie would return.", "dog isn't coming home. He was run down by a car on the highway while\n Joey was hospitalized with polio.\"" ], [ "When they were gone the Twin Palms trailer court was so lonesome and\n dead that Doc and I pulled out and went down to the Lake Okechobee", "parked our trailer at the Twin Palms court. I'd nearly stumbled over\n Joey that time too, but he wasn't moving stars then. He was just\n staring ahead of him, waiting.", "Doc and I looked at each other in the half-dark of our own trailer.\n \"She's done it, Roy,\" Doc said.", "of the strip where Joey could look across the crushed-shell square of\n the Twin Palms trailer court and the palmetto flats to the Tampa\n highway beyond. But this time it was pushed back into the shadows away", "beer. When we turned in around midnight I figured we wouldn't be\n staying long at the Twin Palms trailer court. It wasn't a very\n comfortable place.", "His wheelchair was parked as usual on the tired strip of carpet grass\n that separated his mother's trailer from the one Doc Shull and I lived", "Doc wasn't amused any more. \"Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars\n really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do\n with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow.\"", "She was right about it being none of my business. I went on into the\n trailer I shared with Doc Shull and left the two of them waiting for\n Charlie together.", "I couldn't have said at first why we stuck, and if Doc could he didn't\n volunteer. Neither of us talked about it. We just went on living the", "But Doc wouldn't argue the point. \"I'm going out for air,\" he said.\n\n\n I trailed along, but we didn't get farther than Joey's wheelchair.", "Doc laughed at that, sounding more like his old self. \"No, Roy. No\n two people ever had instantaneous and identical hallucinations.\"\n\n\n \"Look,\" I said. \"I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—\"", "\"Doc said this morning that I ought not to move any more stars,\" the\n kid said. \"He says I ought to concentrate instead on learning how to\n walk again so I can go to Michigan and find Charlie.\"", "Our trailer was dark inside, which meant first that Doc had probably\n gone out looking for a drink as soon as I left that morning to pick up", "There he sat, tense and absorbed, staring up at the night sky. Doc and\n I followed his gaze, the way you do automatically when somebody on the", "in, and he'd wake Ethel and beg her to go out and see. When that\n happened Doc and I could hear Ethel talking to him, low and steady,", "\"Roy,\" he said, without taking his eyes off his toes, \"did you know\n that Doc is an awfully wise man?\"\n\n\n I said I'd always thought so, but why?", "mail for the trailer-court tenants. Cloehessey would always make it a\n point to ride back by way of the Pond trailer and Joey would stop him", "Doc nodded, seemed to lose interest in the Ponds, so I let the subject\n drop. We sat around after supper and polished off the rest of the", "That routine started every morning when old man Cloehessey, the\n postman, pedaled his bicycle out from Twin Palms to leave a handful of", "gamble at that, because Doc has a way with him when he bothers to use\n it; maybe that's why he bums around with me after the commercial" ], [ "part of this psychological block business. If Joey cried he'd be\n admitting that Charlie was lost. So he waited and watched, secure in\n his belief that Charlie would return.", "At first I thought it was funny that Joey never complained or cried\n when Charlie didn't come home, but Doc explained that it was all a", "story. Joey still didn't know that Charlie was dead, but his waiting\n was over because no dog could be expected to find his way home from\n Michigan.", "have been with a platoon of Marines. And Charlie, being a one-man dog,\n had depended on Joey for the affection he wouldn't take from anybody", "and opened a beer because we knew neither of us would sleep any more\n till she got Joey quiet again. But this night was different. Ethel\n hadn't talked to the kid long when he yelled, \"Charlie!", "\"Anything wrong, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He said, \"No, Roy,\" without taking his eyes off the sky.", "Doc Shull wasn't in, but for once I didn't worry about him. I was\n trying to remember just what it was about my stumbling over Joey's", "\"We've got to give the boy another interest,\" Doc said, putting away\n the books and puncturing another beer can. \"Joey has a remarkable", "\"What're you looking for up there, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He didn't move and from the tone of his voice I got the impression\n that he only half heard me.", "Doc laughed at that, sounding more like his old self. \"No, Roy. No\n two people ever had instantaneous and identical hallucinations.\"\n\n\n \"Look,\" I said. \"I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—\"", "Then he'd say, \"Not today, Joey,\" or, \"Thought so yesterday, but this\n fellow had two eyes on him. 'Twasn't Charlie.\"", "\"Maybe we ought to look for another interest in life ourselves instead\n of drumming up one for Joey,\" Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it\n had a shaky sound; \"Something besides getting beered up every night,\n for instance.\"", "\"'\nThere are more things, Horatio....\n'\" he began, then laughed. \"A\n line worn threadbare by three hundred years of repetition but as apt\n tonight as ever, Roy. Do you really believe Joey is moving those\n stars?\"", "\"Books for Joey,\" Doc said. \"Ethel and I agreed this morning that the\n boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't\n go to school I'm going to teach him here.\"", "again? I've always heard that if a man had faith enough he could move\n mountains. Well, if a man has the faith in himself that Joey's got\n maybe he could move stars, too.\"", "I wish I'd asked Joey or Ethel, before they moved away, how Charlie\n lost that other eye.", "Doc wasn't amused any more. \"Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars\n really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do\n with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow.\"", "Walking was a slow business with Joey at first because his legs had\n got thin and weak—partially atrophied muscles, Doc said—and it took", "else. The dog needed Joey and Joey needed him. Together, they'd been a\n natural.", "But there came a night that was more than Ethel could take, a night\n that changed Joey's routine and a lot more with it. It left a mark" ], [ "That's why I was worried about Joey when I came home the next evening\n and found him watching the sky instead of the palmetto flats. It meant", "\"Anything wrong, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He said, \"No, Roy,\" without taking his eyes off the sky.", "\"What're you looking for up there, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He didn't move and from the tone of his voice I got the impression\n that he only half heard me.", "I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who\n had called it a night and was hand-rolling his wheelchair toward the", "There he sat, tense and absorbed, staring up at the night sky. Doc and\n I followed his gaze, the way you do automatically when somebody on the", "\"'\nThere are more things, Horatio....\n'\" he began, then laughed. \"A\n line worn threadbare by three hundred years of repetition but as apt\n tonight as ever, Roy. Do you really believe Joey is moving those\n stars?\"", "again? I've always heard that if a man had faith enough he could move\n mountains. Well, if a man has the faith in himself that Joey's got\n maybe he could move stars, too.\"", "The boy wasn't watching the flats tonight, as he usually did. Instead\n he was lying back in his chair with his face turned to the sky,\n staring upward with such absorbed intensity that he didn't even know I\n was there until I spoke.", "of the strip where Joey could look across the crushed-shell square of\n the Twin Palms trailer court and the palmetto flats to the Tampa\n highway beyond. But this time it was pushed back into the shadows away", "reminded of them. Every time we look up at a clear night sky we see\n what Doc calls the Joey Pond Stellar Monument, which is nothing but a", "I remembered why the kid wasn't watching the palmetto flats. But I\n couldn't help wondering why he'd turned to watching the sky instead.", "highway. He was practically holding his breath, as if he was waiting\n for somebody special to show up, so absorbed in his watching that he\n didn't know I was there until I spoke. He reminded me a little of a", "home. But she couldn't tell us anything more about the kid's new\n fixation than we already knew. When she asked him why he stared up at\n the sky like that he'd say only that he wants something to remember", "us would look out the window and see Joey Pond in his wheelchair,\n waiting for a one-eyed dog named Charlie to come trotting home across", "But there came a night that was more than Ethel could take, a night\n that changed Joey's routine and a lot more with it. It left a mark", "I didn't know what to say to him, thinking maybe I'd better not\n mention the stars. But Joey spoke first.", "was staring at his feet as if they were the first ones he'd ever seen,\n and he had the same look of intense concentration on his face that I'd\n seen when he was watching the stars.", "\"Doc says that if I can do what I've been doing to the stars then it\n ought to be easy to move my own feet,\" Joey said. \"And he's right,", "\"They said the stars couldn't be tossed around like pool balls, too,\"\n I pointed out. \"I'm not saying that Joey really moved those damn", "Doc wasn't amused any more. \"Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars\n really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do\n with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow.\"" ], [ "and opened a beer because we knew neither of us would sleep any more\n till she got Joey quiet again. But this night was different. Ethel\n hadn't talked to the kid long when he yelled, \"Charlie!", "But there came a night that was more than Ethel could take, a night\n that changed Joey's routine and a lot more with it. It left a mark", "Ethel Pond knocked just then, interrupting him. She came in and had a\n beer with us and talked to Doc about his plan for educating Joey at", "\"Books for Joey,\" Doc said. \"Ethel and I agreed this morning that the\n boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't\n go to school I'm going to teach him here.\"", "When school opened again in the fall Ethel sold her trailer and got a\n job in Tampa where Joey could walk to school instead of going by bus.", "He went on to explain that Ethel hadn't had the heart the night\n before, desperate as she was, to tell the kid the whole truth. She'd", "in, and he'd wake Ethel and beg her to go out and see. When that\n happened Doc and I could hear Ethel talking to him, low and steady,", "not especially interested now in where Ethel and Joey Pond are or how\n they're doing. But there's one thing I'll always wonder about, now\n that there's no way of ever knowing for sure.", "A little later Ethel came out into the moonlight and shut the trailer\n door behind her. She looked rumpled and beaten, her hair straggling", "I could see it when Doc put it that way. The dog had spent more time\n with Joey than Ethel had, and the kid felt as safe with him as he'd", "country for the sugar cane season. We never heard from Ethel and Joey\n again.", "\"No, I didn't batter down the cupboard and help myself,\" he said. \"The\n lady—her name is Mrs. Ethel Pond—gave me the drink. Why else do you\n suppose I'd launder a shirt?\"", "Doc laughed at that, sounding more like his old self. \"No, Roy. No\n two people ever had instantaneous and identical hallucinations.\"\n\n\n \"Look,\" I said. \"I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—\"", "you've seen yourself—everybody has that's got eyes to see—though\n you never knew what made it. Nobody ever knew that but Joey and Ethel\n Pond and Doc and me.", "He told me more about our neighbors while we killed the beer. The\n Ponds were permanent residents. The kid—his name was Joey and he was", "\"'\nThere are more things, Horatio....\n'\" he began, then laughed. \"A\n line worn threadbare by three hundred years of repetition but as apt\n tonight as ever, Roy. Do you really believe Joey is moving those\n stars?\"", "\"We've got to give the boy another interest,\" Doc said, putting away\n the books and puncturing another beer can. \"Joey has a remarkable", "I told Doc about that after we'd bunked in, but he said I should not\n encourage the kid in his crazy thinking. \"Joey's heard everybody", "It was hard on Ethel. Sometimes the kid would dream at night that\n Charlie had come home and was scratching at the trailer ramp to be let", "I knew what he meant and wished I didn't. Ethel had finally told the\n kid that Charlie wasn't coming back, not ever." ], [ "again? I've always heard that if a man had faith enough he could move\n mountains. Well, if a man has the faith in himself that Joey's got\n maybe he could move stars, too.\"", "\"'\nThere are more things, Horatio....\n'\" he began, then laughed. \"A\n line worn threadbare by three hundred years of repetition but as apt\n tonight as ever, Roy. Do you really believe Joey is moving those\n stars?\"", "\"They said the stars couldn't be tossed around like pool balls, too,\"\n I pointed out. \"I'm not saying that Joey really moved those damn", "Doc wasn't amused any more. \"Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars\n really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do\n with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow.\"", "\"Doc says that if I can do what I've been doing to the stars then it\n ought to be easy to move my own feet,\" Joey said. \"And he's right,", "I didn't know what to say to him, thinking maybe I'd better not\n mention the stars. But Joey spoke first.", "He looked up at me with his small, solemn smile. \"It took me a whole\n day to learn how to move that first star, Roy, but I could do this\n after only a couple of hours. Look....\"", "\"Doc said this morning that I ought not to move any more stars,\" the\n kid said. \"He says I ought to concentrate instead on learning how to\n walk again so I can go to Michigan and find Charlie.\"", "reminded of them. Every time we look up at a clear night sky we see\n what Doc calls the Joey Pond Stellar Monument, which is nothing but a", "\"Slow, Roy,\" he said. \"I've got 'most a hundred to go, yet.\"\n\n\n \"Then you're really moving those stars up there?\"", "I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who\n had called it a night and was hand-rolling his wheelchair toward the", "\"I'm moving some stars,\" he said softly.\n\n\n I gave it up and went on to my own trailer without asking any more\n fool questions. How can you talk to a kid like that?", "\"Moving\nstars\n?\" Doc said when I told him. \"Good Lord, Roy—\"", "That's why I was worried about Joey when I came home the next evening\n and found him watching the sky instead of the palmetto flats. It meant", "talking about those stars moving, the radio newscasters blared about\n it, so he's excited too. But he's got a lot more imagination than most", "Roy. So I'm not going to move any more stars. I'm going to move my\n feet.\"", "\"I can't sleep for thinking about those stars,\" he said, sitting on\n the edge of my bunk. \"Roy, I'm\nscared\n.\"", "There he sat, tense and absorbed, staring up at the night sky. Doc and\n I followed his gaze, the way you do automatically when somebody on the", "\"Don't joke about Joey,\" he said sternly. \"Getting back to\n Sirius—it's so far away that its light needs eight and a half years", "\"What're you looking for up there, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He didn't move and from the tone of his voice I got the impression\n that he only half heard me." ], [ "\"Doc said this morning that I ought not to move any more stars,\" the\n kid said. \"He says I ought to concentrate instead on learning how to\n walk again so I can go to Michigan and find Charlie.\"", "\"Doc says that if I can do what I've been doing to the stars then it\n ought to be easy to move my own feet,\" Joey said. \"And he's right,", "Doc wasn't amused any more. \"Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars\n really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do\n with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow.\"", "again? I've always heard that if a man had faith enough he could move\n mountains. Well, if a man has the faith in himself that Joey's got\n maybe he could move stars, too.\"", "\"'\nThere are more things, Horatio....\n'\" he began, then laughed. \"A\n line worn threadbare by three hundred years of repetition but as apt\n tonight as ever, Roy. Do you really believe Joey is moving those\n stars?\"", "\"They said the stars couldn't be tossed around like pool balls, too,\"\n I pointed out. \"I'm not saying that Joey really moved those damn", "\"We've got to give the boy another interest,\" Doc said, putting away\n the books and puncturing another beer can. \"Joey has a remarkable", "reminded of them. Every time we look up at a clear night sky we see\n what Doc calls the Joey Pond Stellar Monument, which is nothing but a", "\"Moving\nstars\n?\" Doc said when I told him. \"Good Lord, Roy—\"", "There he sat, tense and absorbed, staring up at the night sky. Doc and\n I followed his gaze, the way you do automatically when somebody on the", "\"Maybe we ought to look for another interest in life ourselves instead\n of drumming up one for Joey,\" Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it\n had a shaky sound; \"Something besides getting beered up every night,\n for instance.\"", "\"Books for Joey,\" Doc said. \"Ethel and I agreed this morning that the\n boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't\n go to school I'm going to teach him here.\"", "I left Doc shaking his head at the sky and went over to give Joey, who\n had called it a night and was hand-rolling his wheelchair toward the", "He looked up at me with his small, solemn smile. \"It took me a whole\n day to learn how to move that first star, Roy, but I could do this\n after only a couple of hours. Look....\"", "I told Doc about that after we'd bunked in, but he said I should not\n encourage the kid in his crazy thinking. \"Joey's heard everybody", "stars, Doc, but if he did he could have moved the light along with\n them, couldn't he?\"", "Doc laughed at that, sounding more like his old self. \"No, Roy. No\n two people ever had instantaneous and identical hallucinations.\"\n\n\n \"Look,\" I said. \"I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—\"", "I didn't know what to say to him, thinking maybe I'd better not\n mention the stars. But Joey spoke first.", "\"I'm moving some stars,\" he said softly.\n\n\n I gave it up and went on to my own trailer without asking any more\n fool questions. How can you talk to a kid like that?", "\"What're you looking for up there, Joey?\" I asked.\n\n\n He didn't move and from the tone of his voice I got the impression\n that he only half heard me." ], [ "story. Joey still didn't know that Charlie was dead, but his waiting\n was over because no dog could be expected to find his way home from\n Michigan.", "\"We've got to give the boy another interest,\" Doc said, putting away\n the books and puncturing another beer can. \"Joey has a remarkable", "Doc laughed at that, sounding more like his old self. \"No, Roy. No\n two people ever had instantaneous and identical hallucinations.\"\n\n\n \"Look,\" I said. \"I know this sounds crazy but maybe Joey—\"", "But there came a night that was more than Ethel could take, a night\n that changed Joey's routine and a lot more with it. It left a mark", "\"Books for Joey,\" Doc said. \"Ethel and I agreed this morning that the\n boy needs another interest to occupy his time now, and since he can't\n go to school I'm going to teach him here.\"", "I told Doc about that after we'd bunked in, but he said I should not\n encourage the kid in his crazy thinking. \"Joey's heard everybody", "things by looking at them. In a book Joey might have saved the world\n or destroyed it, depending on which line would interest the most\n readers and bring the writer the fattest check, but of course it", "He told me more about our neighbors while we killed the beer. The\n Ponds were permanent residents. The kid—his name was Joey and he was", "At first I thought it was funny that Joey never complained or cried\n when Charlie didn't come home, but Doc explained that it was all a", "else. The dog needed Joey and Joey needed him. Together, they'd been a\n natural.", "It's a pity things don't happen in life like they do in books, because\n a first-class story could be made out of Joey Pond's knack for moving", "and opened a beer because we knew neither of us would sleep any more\n till she got Joey quiet again. But this night was different. Ethel\n hadn't talked to the kid long when he yelled, \"Charlie!", "Doc Shull wasn't in, but for once I didn't worry about him. I was\n trying to remember just what it was about my stumbling over Joey's", "again? I've always heard that if a man had faith enough he could move\n mountains. Well, if a man has the faith in himself that Joey's got\n maybe he could move stars, too.\"", "\"Maybe we ought to look for another interest in life ourselves instead\n of drumming up one for Joey,\" Doc said. He meant it as a joke but it\n had a shaky sound; \"Something besides getting beered up every night,\n for instance.\"", "part of this psychological block business. If Joey cried he'd be\n admitting that Charlie was lost. So he waited and watched, secure in\n his belief that Charlie would return.", "\"They said the stars couldn't be tossed around like pool balls, too,\"\n I pointed out. \"I'm not saying that Joey really moved those damn", "Walking was a slow business with Joey at first because his legs had\n got thin and weak—partially atrophied muscles, Doc said—and it took", "Then he'd say, \"Not today, Joey,\" or, \"Thought so yesterday, but this\n fellow had two eyes on him. 'Twasn't Charlie.\"", "\"'\nThere are more things, Horatio....\n'\" he began, then laughed. \"A\n line worn threadbare by three hundred years of repetition but as apt\n tonight as ever, Roy. Do you really believe Joey is moving those\n stars?\"" ], [ "things by looking at them. In a book Joey might have saved the world\n or destroyed it, depending on which line would interest the most\n readers and bring the writer the fattest check, but of course it", "\"Doc said this morning that I ought not to move any more stars,\" the\n kid said. \"He says I ought to concentrate instead on learning how to\n walk again so I can go to Michigan and find Charlie.\"", "in, and he'd wake Ethel and beg her to go out and see. When that\n happened Doc and I could hear Ethel talking to him, low and steady,", "story. Joey still didn't know that Charlie was dead, but his waiting\n was over because no dog could be expected to find his way home from\n Michigan.", "A little later Ethel came out into the moonlight and shut the trailer\n door behind her. She looked rumpled and beaten, her hair straggling", "home. But she couldn't tell us anything more about the kid's new\n fixation than we already knew. When she asked him why he stared up at\n the sky like that he'd say only that he wants something to remember", "\"No, I didn't batter down the cupboard and help myself,\" he said. \"The\n lady—her name is Mrs. Ethel Pond—gave me the drink. Why else do you\n suppose I'd launder a shirt?\"", "Doc nodded, seemed to lose interest in the Ponds, so I let the subject\n drop. We sat around after supper and polished off the rest of the", "There he sat, tense and absorbed, staring up at the night sky. Doc and\n I followed his gaze, the way you do automatically when somebody on the", "\"Crawl out and cook supper, Rip,\" I said, holding him to his end of\n our working agreement. \"I've made a day and I'm hungry.\"", "Not that you could blame him for going off his head. It was tough\n enough to be pinned to a wheelchair without being able to wiggle so\n much as a toe. But to lose his dog in the bargain....", "\"We've got to give the boy another interest,\" Doc said, putting away\n the books and puncturing another beer can. \"Joey has a remarkable", "\"You don't catch sirloins with a hand-line,\" I told him. And because\n I'd never been able to stay sore at him for long I added, \"But we got\n beer. Where's the opener?\"", "She was right about it being none of my business. I went on into the\n trailer I shared with Doc Shull and left the two of them waiting for\n Charlie together.", "\"The largess of Providence,\" he said, \"is bestowed impartially upon\n sot and Samaritan. I helped the little fellow next door to the", "He'd been sitting in his wheelchair at the west end of the\n carpet-grass strip, staring out over the palmetto flats toward the", "He looked up at me with his small, solemn smile. \"It took me a whole\n day to learn how to move that first star, Roy, but I could do this\n after only a couple of hours. Look....\"", "Doc wasn't amused any more. \"Don't be a fool, Roy. If those stars\n really moved you can be sure of two things—Joey had nothing to do\n with it, and the papers will explain everything tomorrow.\"", "else. The dog needed Joey and Joey needed him. Together, they'd been a\n natural.", "a lot there and he forgot a lot that he'd learned for himself by being\n alone. Before we realized what was happening he was just like any\n other ten-year-old, full of curiosity and the devil, with no more" ] ]

[ "Which of the following most closely fits the theme of this article?", "Why are worldwide democracies struggling?", "Does the author agree with using networked systems to support democracy?", "What is the misunderstanding of blockchain democracy?", "Which of the following is NOT a problem with blockchain democracy?", "What does the author likely think will happen if democracy does not evolve?", "Who would benefit most from a distributed collective decision process?", "Which area of the voting process would be most improved from blockchain democracy?", "Does the author think that Brexit was a good thing?" ]

[ [ "Blockchains as a democratic tool do not currently work", "Blockchains could be a democratic tool if used properly", "None of the options fit as the theme", "Blockchains are the future of democracy" ], [ "They aren't struggling", "They are not perceived as representative", "They are poor", "There are many undemocratic candidates with the clarity and vigour of a strong hand" ], [ "No, the Ethereum experiment failed", "No, it is a system vulnerable to hacking", "Yes, this is the path to give representation back to the people", "Yes, but the technology needs improvement" ], [ "Distributed consensus in a political versus technical context", "Network vulnerability", "Non-universal smartphone accessibility", "Blockchains are innately difficult to understand" ], [ "Human interest", "Complication of the system", "Insecure systems", "Non-universal smartphone accessibility" ], [ "The article is unclear on this question", "Nothing, the author wants to make a functioning system better", "Dissatisfaction will eventually lead to another age of dictators", "Less people will participate" ], [ "The 40% of North Americans without smartphones", "Busy voters", "Silicon Valley", "Politicians" ], [ "The article is unclear", "Large-scale legislation", "Daily civic participation", "Presidential votes" ], [ "Yes, it showed a strength of democracy", "No, it showed a weakness of democracy", "Yes, the majority of voters got what they wanted", "The article is unclear" ] ]

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[ "What seems to be the greatest challenge involved with getting authors involved in helping to create OA policies?", "The irony in authors not taking a more proactive role in decisions regarding OA policies is ", "Caution must be taken with decisions surrounding OA policies because", "When concerning green OA and gold OA,", "The verbiage used for these policies is", "The issue with using more accurate phrasing to describe OA policies is ", "Who seems to be taking advantage of the diction used in OA policies and why?", "Every time a strong OA policy is put into use, ", "One aspect of having university faculty members vote on these policies", "Why are publishers so reluctant to get on board with these OA policies?" ]

[ [ "They can't be bothered by such mundane information.", "They do not believe it is something they are responsible for.", "They do not have a stake in the process.", "Their attention is focused elsewhere." ], [ "though they are scholars, they are not competent enough to understand the processes involved.", "they leave their fate to others.", "they leave their fate to chance.", "they ultimately hold the power behind the decisions." ], [ "those seeking information are ultimately the ones who will suffer if the wrong decisions are made.", "institutions will make the policies that are best for them, not others involved.", "there is not enough information available concerning the long-term effects of OA policies.", "certain mandates will limit where authors can publish their works." ], [ "there are many areas that remain unclear, thus causing policy-making to be difficult unless a greater understanding of their distinctions is garnered.", "all OA mandates are gold, but this is often misconstrued.", "mandates for gold OA are the only ones that make sense.", "there is really no difference." ], [ "cannot be misconstrued.", "is easily misconstrued.", "considered gold-standard.", "is agreed upon universally." ], [ "the accurate phrasing doesn't seem to exist and needs to be created.", "one simple word will always trump longer, detailed phrasing.", "no one takes the time to read long pieces of text, so it will be lost on the reader anyway.", "the need for one word to replace the more accurate phrasing is often required, and that word may not be the \"right\" term, but it's the closest fit available." ], [ "Researchers because they are able to hide behind the wording of the policies in order to stay out of controversies.", "Publishers because they can use the diction as a scare tactic to those looking to publish their work.", "Institutions because they can skew the policies to their advantage.", "University faculty members because they can use the diction in the policies to continue to maintain control of how those policies are perceived." ], [ "the system is strengthened, making future policies and decisions easier to develop.", "researchers pull further away from the want to publish their work.", "the prior structure is weakened, eventually leading to the end of OA.", "universities can charge higher fees to access the information." ], [ "it is taking the power from the publishers.", "it shows the futility of the system.", "has been almost unbelievable, as many of those votes were unanimous. ", "OA policies are sure to strengthen because the greatest minds in the world are behind the decision-making process." ], [ "They prefer to leave those decisions to others.", "They are afraid that they are going to lose funding.", "They fear that they will lose their control over those seeing to have their works published.", "They do not believe that they play any role in the OA policies." ] ]

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If the author’s publisher doesn’t allow OA, then", "the permission kicks in. Because most publishers allow OA on", "These merely ask faculty to make their work OA, or recommend OA for their new work. Sometimes they’re called resolutions or pledges rather than policies.", "4.3 Digression on the Historical Timing of OA Policies\nSome kinds of strong OA policy that are politically unattainable or unwise today may become attainable and wise in the future. Here are three examples.", "their OA options. It’s pointless to appeal to them as", "OA mandate. Hence, in practice grantees may still submit work", "One kind of policy, better than nothing, requests or encourages OA. A stronger kind of policy requires OA or makes it the default for new work. These stronger policies are usually called OA\nmandates", "publishers will have to accommodate OA policies in order to", "plan to publish in OA-averse journals. The OA condition" ] ]

[ "What does the phrase, \"Here she comes,\" refer to?", "Has Shano always lived on Mercury?", "What two details provided early in the story tell us who sabotaged the Stardust?", "How, specifically, did the enemy fleet find the Stardust?", "Shano's cough turns out to be the symptom of an advantage in the fight against the Uranians. What is that advantage?", "Where does Shano want to go to die?", "Why does Shano try to save the ship?", "How did the lieutenant die?", "Why did Shano leave his cabin during the powerdown?" ]

[ [ "The female mayor of Q City was arriving for a planned meeting.", "The incoming spaceship Stardust.", "The cook, who was running late.", "Shano's wife, who was joining him in line." ], [ "No, he worked in many places in the solar system.", "Yes, he worked in the spaceport on Mercury until he retired.", "The only other place that he lived was Pluto, where he worked in the vanium mines.", "No, he was a Martian before coming to Mercury." ], [ "We are told about the lieutenant's portly build and about a strange notch on his jaw. The lieutenant sabotaged the ship.", "The captain is from Jupiter and seems surprised that there is a passenger aboard. The captain sabotaged the ship.", "The man ahead of Shano in line makes a big production of his disgust about the red signal. He could still go, but he chooses not to. He sabotaged the ship.", "Shano is old and his body is worn out. He is suicidal, that's why he sabotaged the ship." ], [ "The enemy had superior space sonar which could detect even the voices of whispering crewmen, so even though the Stardust was running silent, it was detected.", "The saboteur signaled the enemy ships through one of the passenger cabin portholes, using a lamp so bright that goggles were needed to avoid eye damage. This light was easily seen by the watching enemy.", "A saboteur hid a noise-generating device one of the decks, which the enemy detected even though the Stardust was supposed to be running silent.", "Shano was the saboteur, and he flipped the switch on the noise-emitter he had hidden in a maintenance corridor to signal the enemy fleet." ], [ "Shano was terminally ill from the cough. Since he was about to die anyway, he didn't care if he died in the engine room.", "The cough, while painful, brings more air into the lungs, enabling Shano to keep his blood oxygenated while working in the Stardust's damaged engine room.", "The noise from Shano's coughing allows the other engineers to keep track of his location in the damaged engine room, and give him instructions about how to keep the engines running.", "Lungs congested from working in the vanium ore extraction industry are much less affected by toxia gas, which enabled Shano to work in the Stardust's damaged engine room." ], [ "Mars.", "Earth.", "Venus.", "Pluto." ], [ "Because he was afraid to die in space where his body would never be found.", "Because it was his one big chance to prove that he, a broken down menial worker, was worth as much as the next man.", "Because he was extremely patriotic.", "Because he had a solid understanding of the Stardust's engines, and he was the best candidate for the dangerous work." ], [ "He died from toxia gas poisoning while trying to repair the Stardust's damaged engines.", "He was killed by Shano.", "He died of a head injury in a maintenance corridor, when he hit his head on the pipes.", "He died during the initial enemy attack, as a result of a direct hit from a ray gun." ], [ "He was looking for a safer place to ride out the battle than his cabin.", "He had no reason. He just did it on the spur of the moment.", "He was looking for the escape pods that were required equipment on every spaceship.", "He wanted to offer the captain his help in the battle." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Here she comes,\" somebody in the line ahead said.", "Shano coughed, his whole skeletal body jerking. Arthritic joints sent\n flashes of pain along his limbs. Here she comes, he thought, feeling\n neither glad nor sad.", "\"\nAttention! Attention, Stardust passengers! The signal is red. The\n signal is red. Refunds now being made. Refunds now. Take-off in five\n minutes.\n\"", "\"\nFlight twenty-one, now arriving from Venus\n,\" the loud-speaker said\n monotonously. Shano glanced briefly upward and saw the gleaming belly\n of twenty-one sinking into the spaceport cone of light.", "\"Surprised to learn of a passenger aboard,\" the captain said, glancing\n briefly sideways. \"You're entitled to know of the danger ahead.\" He", "from each side of his squared nose as his face changed to an alert\n watchfulness. \"Going home, eh?\" he said. \"You've knocked around some,", "diminishing one by one. And finally even the pounding of feet died out;\n everything became still. The silence shrieked in his ears.", "The loud-speaker blared. \"\nStardust, taking off in thirty seconds. The\n signal is red. Stardust, taking—\n\"", "about them Uranian devils. Heard them in the mines around. Hears\n things, a laborer does.\"", "reproduced the captain's heavy breathing and his tired voice. \"We're\n about midway to Venus,\" it said. \"There were two ships and we drove", "The man ahead swore and flicked up an arm. \"Red,\" he groaned. \"By the\n infinite galaxies, this is the last straw!\" He charged away, knocking", "\"\nStardust, now arrived at Cradle Six! Stardust, Cradle Six! All\n passengers for Venus and Earth prepare to board in ten minutes.\n\"", "This box. This needle that had quivered when the ship was closed\n down....\n\n\n \"It's over. Chased them off. Ready guns before laying to. Third watch\n on duty.\"", "them off. But there may be others. They'll be coming back. They know\n we've been hit. We have to get away fast!\"", "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "still. An empty clank echoed through the hull. The captain's voice\n came, almost yelling. \"Emergency! Emergency! Back to your posts. Engine\n room—report! Engine room—\"", "A bell clanged somewhere. \"Engine room! Engine room! We're under way!\n What happened?\"", "\"\nAll hands! We now maintain dead silence. Close down and stop all\n machinery. Power off and lights out. An enemy fleet is out there,", "The captain's voice. Calm, brief. It sent a tremor through Shano's\n body. He heard a quick scuffle of feet again, running feet, directly", "pocket. He blew smoke from his nostrils and heard the renewed pounding\n of feet. What was going on now?" ], [ "Shano coughed, and wiped his mouth. \"Dirty devils,\" he said. \"I was\n driv' off the planet once, before this war started. I know things", "Shano coughed, and cursed his lungs. Time was when these gum-clogged\n lungs had saved his life. In the Plutonian mines. Gas explosions in the", "Uranian death lay athwart the space lanes. But\n\n Shano already knew this was his last ride.\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "Shano scrawled his signature on the waiver. \"Yeah,\" he said. \"Pluto.\n Where a man's lungs fights gas.\" He blinked watery eyes. \"Captain,\n what's a notched jaw mean to you?\"", "pain along his limbs. He heard the machinery working. He heard the\n high, howling whine of cosmic jets. He, Shano, was making the machinery\n go. He was running the cosmic drive.", "Shano coughed and heard the ship come to life around him. He pulled\n himself out of the spasm, cursing Pluto. Cursing his diseased,", "suspicions voiced in smoke-laden saloons of Mars? In the labor gangs of\n Uranus? Where? Shano smoked and didn't know. But he knew there was a", "\"\nFlight twenty-one, now arriving from Venus\n,\" the loud-speaker said\n monotonously. Shano glanced briefly upward and saw the gleaming belly\n of twenty-one sinking into the spaceport cone of light.", "The words carried no accusation, but Shano realized what they meant.\n A slip-up. Something left running. Vibrations picked up quickly by\n detectors of the Uranian space fleet.", "The ship coasted. Shano could sense it coasting. He couldn't feel it\n or hear it, but he knew it was sliding ghost-like through space like a", "\"We're afloat,\" the officer said. \"We've taken off.\" A fleck of light\n danced far back in his eye. Shano felt the pressure of acceleration", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "\"One try,\" he said to himself. \"One try, Shano. One important thing in\n your life. Here's your opportunity. The toxia gas will get you. It'll", "Shano coughed, his whole skeletal body jerking. Arthritic joints sent\n flashes of pain along his limbs. Here she comes, he thought, feeling\n neither glad nor sad.", "Shano scratched his scalp as boots pounded on the decks, above\n and below. He listened attentively to the ship's familiar noises", "Silence, while Shano coughed and made the machinery go, thinking about\n the Earth he hadn't seen for many years.", "Shano grinned, feeling good. Feeling happy. Lifting the heavy steel\n rods, driving the ship. Keeping the jets screaming and hurtling the\n liner", "With the words dinning in his ears, Shano stepped into the air lock.\n The officer followed, spun wheels, and the lock closed. The outside was\n shut off.", "Shano could see the captain in his mind, worried, squared face slick\n with moisture. Shouting into a control room mike. Trying to find out\n what the matter was with his space ship.", "\"A light?\" he said, tapping a cigarette. Shano produced a lighter\n disk and the chunky man puffed. He was an Earthman and his jaw seemed" ], [ "The loud-speaker blared. \"\nStardust, taking off in thirty seconds. The\n signal is red. Stardust, taking—\n\"", "reproduced the captain's heavy breathing and his tired voice. \"We're\n about midway to Venus,\" it said. \"There were two ships and we drove", "When the trouble comes we can't bother with a passenger. In a few\n hours we'll shut down the ship entirely, and every mechanical device\n aboard, to try to avoid detection.\" His mustaches rose like two spears", "\"\nAttention! Attention, Stardust passengers! The signal is red. The\n signal is red. Refunds now being made. Refunds now. Take-off in five\n minutes.\n\"", "He straightened up, glaring angrily. He knew. And the knowledge made\n him cold and furious. He watched the engine room emergency exit as it\n opened cautiously.", "\"Surprised to learn of a passenger aboard,\" the captain said, glancing\n briefly sideways. \"You're entitled to know of the danger ahead.\" He", "useless. Hurry it up!\" A series of clicks and the heavy voice of the\n chief engineer. \"Captain! Somebody's smashed the selector chamber.\n Engine room's full of toxia gas!\"", "understand it, but knew that everything was ended. They were broken\n down in space and would never make Earth. Those Uranian devils would\n come streaking back. Catch them floating, helpless, and blast them to", "The words carried no accusation, but Shano realized what they meant.\n A slip-up. Something left running. Vibrations picked up quickly by\n detectors of the Uranian space fleet.", "\"\nStardust, now arrived at Cradle Six! Stardust, Cradle Six! All\n passengers for Venus and Earth prepare to board in ten minutes.\n\"", "In his cabin he lay on the bunk, lighted a cigarette and smoked,\n coughing and staring at the rivet-studded bulkhead. The slow movement\n of his mind resolved into a struggle, one idea groping for the other.", "This was a battle in space, and out there were Uranian cruisers trying\n to blast the\nStardust", "There was no eagerness in him. Only a tiredness. A relief. Relief from\n a lifetime of beating around the planets. A life of digging, lifting,", "Then he saw the shattered, gold-gleaming cylinder, gas hissing from\n a fine nozzle, and filaments glowing bluish inside it, still working", "liner\nStardust\ntoward Venus. He wondered if they'd found Rourke yet.\n If he could keep going for twelve hours they would get to Venus. After", "Shano could see the captain in his mind, worried, squared face slick\n with moisture. Shouting into a control room mike. Trying to find out\n what the matter was with his space ship.", "\"We're afloat,\" the officer said. \"We've taken off.\" A fleck of light\n danced far back in his eye. Shano felt the pressure of acceleration", "Shano sighed at the sudden release of tension throughout the space\n liner\nStardust\n.", "waited.\nThe ship's alarm clanged. Shano jerked from his bunk like a broken\n watch spring. He crouched, trembling, on arthritic joints, as a", "He plucked at his agitated chest, thinking of a whole damn Uranian\n fleet swooping down on a spot in space, expecting to find a crippled" ], [ "\"\nAll hands! We now maintain dead silence. Close down and stop all\n machinery. Power off and lights out. An enemy fleet is out there,", "The words carried no accusation, but Shano realized what they meant.\n A slip-up. Something left running. Vibrations picked up quickly by\n detectors of the Uranian space fleet.", "He plucked at his agitated chest, thinking of a whole damn Uranian\n fleet swooping down on a spot in space, expecting to find a crippled", "This was a battle in space, and out there were Uranian cruisers trying\n to blast the\nStardust", "there. We don't know how many ships in this sector. Flight twenty-one,\n which just landed, had a skirmish with one, and got away. We may not be", "reproduced the captain's heavy breathing and his tired voice. \"We're\n about midway to Venus,\" it said. \"There were two ships and we drove", "flicked a final stud, spoke to the pilot and at last turned a serious,\n squared face to Shano. \"Old man,\" he said. \"There's a Uranian fleet out", "The loud-speaker blared. \"\nStardust, taking off in thirty seconds. The\n signal is red. Stardust, taking—\n\"", "When the trouble comes we can't bother with a passenger. In a few\n hours we'll shut down the ship entirely, and every mechanical device\n aboard, to try to avoid detection.\" His mustaches rose like two spears", "liner\nStardust\ntoward Venus. He wondered if they'd found Rourke yet.\n If he could keep going for twelve hours they would get to Venus. After", "The ship coasted. Shano could sense it coasting. He couldn't feel it\n or hear it, but he knew it was sliding ghost-like through space like a", "The\nStardust's\nmechanical voice bellowed: \"Engine room!\" It", "\"We're afloat,\" the officer said. \"We've taken off.\" A fleck of light\n danced far back in his eye. Shano felt the pressure of acceleration", "understand it, but knew that everything was ended. They were broken\n down in space and would never make Earth. Those Uranian devils would\n come streaking back. Catch them floating, helpless, and blast them to", "\"\nStardust, now arrived at Cradle Six! Stardust, Cradle Six! All\n passengers for Venus and Earth prepare to board in ten minutes.\n\"", "\"Surprised to learn of a passenger aboard,\" the captain said, glancing\n briefly sideways. \"You're entitled to know of the danger ahead.\" He", "The ship's speaker rasped softly. \"\nEmergency. Battle posts.\n\"", "Shano sighed at the sudden release of tension throughout the space\n liner\nStardust\n.", "The captain's voice. Calm, brief. It sent a tremor through Shano's\n body. He heard a quick scuffle of feet again, running feet, directly", "He straightened up, glaring angrily. He knew. And the knowledge made\n him cold and furious. He watched the engine room emergency exit as it\n opened cautiously." ], [ "Shano coughed, and cursed his lungs. Time was when these gum-clogged\n lungs had saved his life. In the Plutonian mines. Gas explosions in the", "Shano coughed and heard the ship come to life around him. He pulled\n himself out of the spasm, cursing Pluto. Cursing his diseased,", "Shano coughed, and wiped his mouth. \"Dirty devils,\" he said. \"I was\n driv' off the planet once, before this war started. I know things", "Uranian death lay athwart the space lanes. But\n\n Shano already knew this was his last ride.\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "Shano coughed, his whole skeletal body jerking. Arthritic joints sent\n flashes of pain along his limbs. Here she comes, he thought, feeling\n neither glad nor sad.", "\"One try,\" he said to himself. \"One try, Shano. One important thing in\n your life. Here's your opportunity. The toxia gas will get you. It'll", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "Shano coughed, and lifted the heavy rods into position. One jerked back\n suddenly and smoothly, and something went, \"Pop, pop,\" behind him and", "Shano coughed, and wiped phlegm from his thin lips, his hand following\n around the bony contours of his face, feeling the hollows and the beard", "The words carried no accusation, but Shano realized what they meant.\n A slip-up. Something left running. Vibrations picked up quickly by\n detectors of the Uranian space fleet.", "Shano coughed, and peered through the lenses of his goggles. \"Please,\"\n he said. \"Want to go home. I've a right.\" The nicked jaw stirred faint\n memories within his glazed mind.", "flicked a final stud, spoke to the pilot and at last turned a serious,\n squared face to Shano. \"Old man,\" he said. \"There's a Uranian fleet out", "pain along his limbs. He heard the machinery working. He heard the\n high, howling whine of cosmic jets. He, Shano, was making the machinery\n go. He was running the cosmic drive.", "rumor, and that it was the talk of ignorant men. The captain had evaded\n it. Shano smoked and coughed and stared at the steel bulkhead and\n waited.", "Shano picked himself off the deck, his mind muddled. He coughed and\n put a cigarette to his lips, flicking a lighter disk jerkily from his", "Pressing the cold steel bulkhead, Shano heard oxygen hiss through the\n pipes. Hiss and hiss and then flow soundlessly, filling the cabin and\n his lungs. He choked.", "suspicions voiced in smoke-laden saloons of Mars? In the labor gangs of\n Uranus? Where? Shano smoked and didn't know. But he knew there was a", "The captain's voice. Calm, brief. It sent a tremor through Shano's\n body. He heard a quick scuffle of feet again, running feet, directly", "Shano scrawled his signature on the waiver. \"Yeah,\" he said. \"Pluto.\n Where a man's lungs fights gas.\" He blinked watery eyes. \"Captain,\n what's a notched jaw mean to you?\"", "\"Captain!\" A rasping, grating sound ensued from a grill above Shano's\n head, then a disconnected voice. \"Get the men out of there. It's" ], [ "Shano coughed, his whole skeletal body jerking. Arthritic joints sent\n flashes of pain along his limbs. Here she comes, he thought, feeling\n neither glad nor sad.", "Shano coughed, and peered through the lenses of his goggles. \"Please,\"\n he said. \"Want to go home. I've a right.\" The nicked jaw stirred faint\n memories within his glazed mind.", "\"One try,\" he said to himself. \"One try, Shano. One important thing in\n your life. Here's your opportunity. The toxia gas will get you. It'll", "anxious to get aboard, old man?\" He searched Shano's face. \"There's\n trouble ahead, you know.\"", "He got up when Rourke stopped thrashing. The face was purple and he\n was dead. Shano shivered. He crouched in the passageway shivering and", "Shano coughed, and wiped phlegm from his thin lips, his hand following\n around the bony contours of his face, feeling the hollows and the beard", "Shano smoked and contemplated the chunky man. Estimated his strength\n and youth and felt the anger and frustration mount in him. \"Devil,\" he\n said.", "Uranian death lay athwart the space lanes. But\n\n Shano already knew this was his last ride.\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "Shano aside as he passed.\nRed signal.\nIn bewildered anxiety Shano lifted the goggles from his\n eyes and stared into the sudden blackness. The red signal. Danger out", "ship there with a spy inside it. And finding nothing. Because of Shano.\n A useless old man.", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "Shano smoked and thought.\nThey wouldn't even know, he told himself, squirming through the", "Shano coughed, and cursed his lungs. Time was when these gum-clogged\n lungs had saved his life. In the Plutonian mines. Gas explosions in the", "Shano grasped Rourke's neck with his hands. He twisted the neck with\n his gnarled hands. Strong hands that had worked.", "Shano saw a cold bulb glowing down the passageway, and he shuffled\n hopefully toward it. The bulb moved away. He saw an indistinct figure\n disappear through a door marked, ENGINE ROOM.", "Silence, while Shano coughed and made the machinery go, thinking about\n the Earth he hadn't seen for many years.", "The cabin was like a mine shaft, dark and cold. Feet pounded on the\n deck outside.\n\n\n Shano clawed open the door. He peered out anxiously.", "pain along his limbs. He heard the machinery working. He heard the\n high, howling whine of cosmic jets. He, Shano, was making the machinery\n go. He was running the cosmic drive.", "Shano coughed and heard the ship come to life around him. He pulled\n himself out of the spasm, cursing Pluto. Cursing his diseased," ], [ "\"One try,\" he said to himself. \"One try, Shano. One important thing in\n your life. Here's your opportunity. The toxia gas will get you. It'll", "Shano could see the captain in his mind, worried, squared face slick\n with moisture. Shouting into a control room mike. Trying to find out\n what the matter was with his space ship.", "Shano grinned, feeling good. Feeling happy. Lifting the heavy steel\n rods, driving the ship. Keeping the jets screaming and hurtling the\n liner", "anxious to get aboard, old man?\" He searched Shano's face. \"There's\n trouble ahead, you know.\"", "The captain's voice. Calm, brief. It sent a tremor through Shano's\n body. He heard a quick scuffle of feet again, running feet, directly", "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "\"Captain!\" A rasping, grating sound ensued from a grill above Shano's\n head, then a disconnected voice. \"Get the men out of there. It's", "The ship jounced and slid beneath his feet, and was filled with sound.\n It rocked and rolled. Shano caromed off the bulkhead.\n\n\n \"Hold fire.\"", "Shano crouched and listened as the ship's steady drone ceased and the\n vibrations ceased. The pumps stopped, the lights went out.", "Shano coughed and heard the ship come to life around him. He pulled\n himself out of the spasm, cursing Pluto. Cursing his diseased,", "Shano scratched his scalp as boots pounded on the decks, above\n and below. He listened attentively to the ship's familiar noises", "The ship coasted. Shano could sense it coasting. He couldn't feel it\n or hear it, but he knew it was sliding ghost-like through space like a", "ship there with a spy inside it. And finding nothing. Because of Shano.\n A useless old man.", "The cabin was like a mine shaft, dark and cold. Feet pounded on the\n deck outside.\n\n\n Shano clawed open the door. He peered out anxiously.", "The deck lurched and the ship swung this way and that. Maybe dodging,\n maybe maneuvering—Shano didn't know. He felt the deck lurch, that was\n all.\n\n\n \"Fire number seven.\"", "rumor, and that it was the talk of ignorant men. The captain had evaded\n it. Shano smoked and coughed and stared at the steel bulkhead and\n waited.", "waited.\nThe ship's alarm clanged. Shano jerked from his bunk like a broken\n watch spring. He crouched, trembling, on arthritic joints, as a", "Shano aside as he passed.\nRed signal.\nIn bewildered anxiety Shano lifted the goggles from his\n eyes and stared into the sudden blackness. The red signal. Danger out", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "Shano coughed, and cursed his lungs. Time was when these gum-clogged\n lungs had saved his life. In the Plutonian mines. Gas explosions in the" ], [ "The lieutenant punched his ticket. \"It's your funeral, old man.\"", "He clawed his way up the gangway and thrust out his ticket to the\n lieutenant standing alone at the air lock. The lieutenant, a sullen,", "Descending the companionway to the next deck Shano observed the\n nick-jawed lieutenant staring out the viewport, apparently idling. The\n man turned and gripped Shano's thin arm.", "He got up when Rourke stopped thrashing. The face was purple and he\n was dead. Shano shivered. He crouched in the passageway shivering and", "He straightened up, glaring angrily. He knew. And the knowledge made\n him cold and furious. He watched the engine room emergency exit as it\n opened cautiously.", "diminishing one by one. And finally even the pounding of feet died out;\n everything became still. The silence shrieked in his ears.", "In his cabin he lay on the bunk, lighted a cigarette and smoked,\n coughing and staring at the rivet-studded bulkhead. The slow movement\n of his mind resolved into a struggle, one idea groping for the other.", "blinked. He saw officers and men, their faces tight and pinched,\n hurrying in all directions. Hurrying to shut down the ship.", "bits. And he would never get home to die.", "rumor, and that it was the talk of ignorant men. The captain had evaded\n it. Shano smoked and coughed and stared at the steel bulkhead and\n waited.", "The captain's voice. Calm, brief. It sent a tremor through Shano's\n body. He heard a quick scuffle of feet again, running feet, directly", "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "He grasped a rod and lifted it, sweating under the weight, and slipped\n the forked end into its slot. Going home to die, he thought. Well,\n maybe not going home. Couldn't remember what Earth looked like anyway.", "Uranian death lay athwart the space lanes. But\n\n Shano already knew this was his last ride.\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "face, and clung to his body. Rourke howled. He fell backward to the\n deck, slapping at his blistered face. He thrashed around and Shano", "Shano jumped. He prodded the body on the deck with his toe.", "This box. This needle that had quivered when the ship was closed\n down....\n\n\n \"It's over. Chased them off. Ready guns before laying to. Third watch\n on duty.\"", "This was a strange battle. Strange indeed. It was mostly silence.\n\n\n Occasionally, as though from another world, came a brief, curt order.\n \"Port guns alert.\" Then hush and tension.", "Shano picked himself off the deck, his mind muddled. He coughed and\n put a cigarette to his lips, flicking a lighter disk jerkily from his" ], [ "The cabin was like a mine shaft, dark and cold. Feet pounded on the\n deck outside.\n\n\n Shano clawed open the door. He peered out anxiously.", "Shano crouched and listened as the ship's steady drone ceased and the\n vibrations ceased. The pumps stopped, the lights went out.", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "Shano saw a cold bulb glowing down the passageway, and he shuffled\n hopefully toward it. The bulb moved away. He saw an indistinct figure\n disappear through a door marked, ENGINE ROOM.", "emergency exit into the engine room, and sealing it after him. And they\n wouldn't understand if they did. Pink mist swirled about him. Toxia\n gas. Shano coughed.", "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "The captain's voice. Calm, brief. It sent a tremor through Shano's\n body. He heard a quick scuffle of feet again, running feet, directly", "Shano could see the captain in his mind, worried, squared face slick\n with moisture. Shouting into a control room mike. Trying to find out\n what the matter was with his space ship.", "Silence, while Shano coughed and made the machinery go, thinking about\n the Earth he hadn't seen for many years.", "Shano aside as he passed.\nRed signal.\nIn bewildered anxiety Shano lifted the goggles from his\n eyes and stared into the sudden blackness. The red signal. Danger out", "With the words dinning in his ears, Shano stepped into the air lock.\n The officer followed, spun wheels, and the lock closed. The outside was\n shut off.", "He got up when Rourke stopped thrashing. The face was purple and he\n was dead. Shano shivered. He crouched in the passageway shivering and", "Shano coughed and heard the ship come to life around him. He pulled\n himself out of the spasm, cursing Pluto. Cursing his diseased,", "He straightened up, glaring angrily. He knew. And the knowledge made\n him cold and furious. He watched the engine room emergency exit as it\n opened cautiously.", "anxious to get aboard, old man?\" He searched Shano's face. \"There's\n trouble ahead, you know.\"", "Shano scratched his scalp as boots pounded on the decks, above\n and below. He listened attentively to the ship's familiar noises", "rumor, and that it was the talk of ignorant men. The captain had evaded\n it. Shano smoked and coughed and stared at the steel bulkhead and\n waited.", "waited.\nThe ship's alarm clanged. Shano jerked from his bunk like a broken\n watch spring. He crouched, trembling, on arthritic joints, as a", "The words carried no accusation, but Shano realized what they meant.\n A slip-up. Something left running. Vibrations picked up quickly by\n detectors of the Uranian space fleet.", "pain along his limbs. He heard the machinery working. He heard the\n high, howling whine of cosmic jets. He, Shano, was making the machinery\n go. He was running the cosmic drive." ] ]

[ "What is an autogiro?", "Why did Mart look for Leah Barrow's spaceship first?", "Who won the war between Earth and Venus?", "What Venusian traits were disguised by Tar Norn's dark-colored hairpiece and tinted spectacles?", "Why did Tar Norn kidnap Leah Barrow?", "Why does the author give us such a detailed description of the Venusian mind?", "What evidence indicates that Leah Barrow was kidnapped?", "Why did Tar Norn put his hostage in the engine of a rocket?", "Was Leah Barrow in love with Mart Wells?", "Mart Wells concludes that he was wrong in thinking that nothing mattered more to Director Barrow than his schedules. What does Mart think matters more than schedules to Dir. Barrow, and why?" ]

[ [ "It appears to be a flying machine similar to a helicopter in function and flying principles.", "It is a remote-controlled drone with a camera, specialized for operation on Callisto.", "It is a hot-air balloon specialized for use on Callisto.", "It is an expensive instrument that helps determine the orientation of a flying machine." ], [ "Because she was Director Barrow's daughter, so having the facts about Leah to give to the Director was the first priority.", "Because Leah was Mart's wife - of course he looked for her spaceship first!", "Leah had recently arrived in her spacecruiser, bringing important information about the Venusians.", "Because he was in love with her." ], [ "No one won - the war continues, and the story describes just one of the attacks, some of them carried out by very small forces, in this long-running war.", "Earth won, but tensions continue, with guerrillas and terrorists from Venus inflicting damage where they can.", "Venus won and conquered the inner solar system, but Jovian colonists and recent refugees from Earth continue their resistance from Jupiter's moon Callisto.", "Jupiter brokered a peace between Earth and Venus, and the treaty of 2280 stipulated that no one was considered to have won." ], [ "Antennae that grew from the top of his smooth, white, hairless skull.", "His flat face and flat, unconvoluted ears.", "A smooth, hairless skull that was white and his six-fingered hands.", "A smooth, hairless skull that was white and gray eyeballs." ], [ "He landed on Callisto by accident and wanted to make sure he could leave without being apprehended.", "Tar Norn was not so much a patriot as a pirate, and he needed income to operate his ship. Kidnapping Leah was a way to generate income from ransom money. It was just business, nothing personal.", "Leah Barrow had visited Venus without Director Barrow's knowledge, and had fallen in love with Tar Norn. They wanted to be together.", "He had a personal grudge against Director Barrow from their interactions during the Earth-Venus war." ], [ "The author believes in eugenics and is writing in code about the races of men on Earth in the present time.", "The inability of Venusians to comprehend machinery and engineering principles gives the reader a clue as to how the kidnapping plot will turn out.", "Mart Wells reviews the mental strengths and weaknesses of Venusians to avoid falling into the trap of underestimating his enemy.", "Mart Wells knows that because Venusians aren't much good with technology, Tar Norn will not think about the time zone differences between different parts of Callisto, so the threatened bomb will not go off as soon as threatened, and authorities will have extra time to find it." ], [ "Leah Barrow's bed is mussed and there are traces of blood on the floor, leading to the door.", "Leah Barrow is not in her room; her bed is unmade, but does not look slept in; and her pressure suit and her pajamas are gone", "Leah Barrow is not in her room and the housekeeper saw her leave with a strange man with black hair and tinted glasses.", "Leah Barrows did not answer her phone, and the towels in her room were dry, indicating she had left without her customary morning shower." ], [ "As Venusians were too technologically illiterate to wire explosives to detonate at a scheduled time, the only way Norn could have a deadline for negotiating the fate of the hostage was to place her into the end of a space freighter scheduled to leave at a particular time that day.", "He had limited time to stash his hostage before his presence would become known to authorities, and with everyone out searching the surroundings for his crashed ship, putting Leah in the easiest possible location, an open rocket engine bell, was the best choice.", "This was a common Venusian guerilla warfare technique, because the threat of roasting a hostage in a rocket blast was gruesome enough to obtain cooperation from the families of the kidnapped.", "Since Tar Norn, as a Venusian, was not very good with machines, he could not open any of the door interlock systems he encountered, so he could not keep her in a building on Callisto, where he had no allies." ], [ "No. She loved Tar Norn, and intended to marry him.", "Yes. It was love at first sight for both Leah and Mart.", "No. She was completely indifferent to him.", "No. She liked him as a friend, that was all." ], [ "His daughter matters more to Barrow. He never really believes that Norn will succeed with his kidnapping plot.", "Wells is wrong. In fact, nothing matters more to Barrow than schedules.", "Justice matters more to Barrow. To protect the many people that Norn might kill by getting away, he refuses to let Norn go to save his daughter.", "Revenge matters more to Barrow. To get revenge against Norn for past crimes, he is willing to let his own daughter die." ] ]

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[ [ "From near the Administration Building a two-place autogiro was rising,\n silhouetted for a moment between the horns of the reddish crescent of\n big Jupiter just above the horizon.", "\"Autogiro, Captain Wayne,\" came the reply. \"Go ahead. Mart.\"\n\n\n \"I was the one who reported seeing the spaceship, Cap—if it was one.\n Found it? If not, I can—\"", "of Callisto, probably had eight or ten hours of darkness to carry his\n burden. He could easily have covered twenty to forty miles, in any\n direction. Possibly even more. And the chance of an autogiro—", "He tossed the papers toward the back of the desk and threw the switch\n of the communicator on his desk, leaned forward slightly. \"Dispatcher\n Wells calling Police Autogiro.\"", "He darted back into the building, and emerged a moment later. \"No\n report. They're going to send out the autogiro to look at it. Say,\n Mart, there are only two small spaceships on Callisto. Could it be—\"", "be difficult. But the hills and the caves, and with only two autogiros.\n If she was there, out of sight in one of the caves, where the cruising\n ships couldn't see her....", "\"The two giros are our only real hope. But the men from the smelting\n plant are working afoot out of town. By nine-thirty they'll have\n covered a radius of about five miles.\"", "Mart was already running toward the corner from which he could see the\n landing field. He stopped so suddenly that the mechanic almost ran into", "down here and just barely made a landing he could walk away from. I'm\n afraid there'll be trouble.\"", "\"Huh?\" The mechanic looked startled. \"You sure? No, there hasn't been a\n report. Wait, I'll radio Central Communications.\"", "out in the barren, warped hills. A gleam of metal where metal shouldn't\n have been. And it looked like a small spaceship.", "Mart called out, \"Red! Something about a mile back in the hills looks\n like a spaceship. Has one been reported down?\"", "As he walked across the field toward headquarters, Mart surveyed the\n familiar scene. Three squat freighters were up on the racks, their ugly", "The captain stiffened. Before he could reply the carrier wave hummed\n and a feminine voice, that of an elderly woman, came over the", "With a sudden intake of breath that was almost a gasp, Mart whirled and\n ran to the communicator. The others looked at him, startled. Mart was", "\"Thanks, Mart, but we've sighted it all right. We're now circling,\n looking for a spot to come down. It doesn't take much, but damned if we", "Curiously, he turned to glance at the seated workman. But the carrier\n wave of the desk communicator hummed and he forgot his visitor as\n Captain Wayne's voice boomed in.", "Barrow nodded, glancing at the chronometer. Mart knew what he was\n thinking. Less than half an hour now. And, unless the searchers by some", "ship.\"\nThere was a moment of dead, utter silence. Then Director Barrow leaned\n over the desk and flicked the key of the communicator. \"Control? Get", "certainly have put her outside walking range within that length of\n time. And with all the caves around, thousands of them, would he have\n put her where a giro could spot anything?\"" ], [ "had liked, or loved, Leah Barrows. Mart had a momentary vision of her\n again, and remembered the electric thrill that had run through him when", "him, and said, \"Whew! They're both there.\" Leah Barrow's trim little\n spacecruiser was safe in port. So was the Police one-seater scout—but", "Barrow nodded, glancing at the chronometer. Mart knew what he was\n thinking. Less than half an hour now. And, unless the searchers by some", "Mart called out, \"Red! Something about a mile back in the hills looks\n like a spaceship. Has one been reported down?\"", "Barrow nodded. \"Very good, Wells. You may go to the field and direct a\n search of the freighters. The Venusian's first thought will be to get\n away, and he may already be stowed in one of—\"", "Mart strode to the window and looked out so the others wouldn't see his\n face. Less than three-quarters of an hour to search all of Callisto\n within a radius of fifty miles!", "As he walked across the field toward headquarters, Mart surveyed the\n familiar scene. Three squat freighters were up on the racks, their ugly", "He darted back into the building, and emerged a moment later. \"No\n report. They're going to send out the autogiro to look at it. Say,\n Mart, there are only two small spaceships on Callisto. Could it be—\"", "out in the barren, warped hills. A gleam of metal where metal shouldn't\n have been. And it looked like a small spaceship.", "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"", "miracle found Leah Barrow, it would all be over before the ten o'clock\n clearance of the first freighter. And the freighters hadn't missed a\n clearance in ten years.", "Mart looked at the chronometer. It was twenty-six minutes past nine. He\n caught a glimpse of Director Barrow's face. It looked like the face of", "\"Captain,\" Barrow ordered, \"you will form a search party at once—every\n available man and means. We must search all of Callisto within—\" he\n made a rapid mental calculation \"—about fifty miles. You will be\n searching for my daughter.\"", "With a sudden intake of breath that was almost a gasp, Mart whirled and\n ran to the communicator. The others looked at him, startled. Mart was", "Mart was already running toward the corner from which he could see the\n landing field. He stopped so suddenly that the mechanic almost ran into", "\"Autogiro, Captain Wayne,\" came the reply. \"Go ahead. Mart.\"\n\n\n \"I was the one who reported seeing the spaceship, Cap—if it was one.\n Found it? If not, I can—\"", "clear the field for the sleeker, faster, long-haul ships that would\n arrive from Earth tomorrow for the smelted metal. Mart glanced at his", "Mart growled, \"If Leah dies, I'm going to take that filthy pirate and—\"", "Mart said, his voice urgent. \"But, sir,\nLeah\n! What's one pirate\n compared to—\"", "Mart's fists were clenched, his fingernails biting into the palms. But\n he knew Barrow was right; that he couldn't possibly take any other" ], [ "warily. Venusians, he knew, were both fast and tricky. Watching every\n move, he completed the search. Tar Norn carried no weapons.", "A momentary surge of elation swept Mart. Tar Norn must have been\n bluffing! Then he remembered: a Venusian might murder his own family,", "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"", "Venusians were, compared to Earth standards, a strange combination of\n genius and idiocy. Brilliant mathematicians, they had no mechanical", "Venusians were lousy mechanics. Maybe—\nMart became aware that he was holding his breath for the sound of a\n distant explosion. Yes, from whatever point Tar Norn could have hidden", "Barrow shook his head. \"No use, Corey. Venusians don't mind pain as\n much as Earthmen. They almost like it. You could take him apart, and he\n wouldn't talk.\"", "eclipse of its huge primary—when I was forced down. But darkness means\n nothing to a Venusian. You Earthmen play a strange game with cardboard", "Mart cursed. Fists balled, he lunged toward the Venusian. Barrow put\n a hand on his arm. \"Don't, Wells. That's up to the Interplanetary\n Council.\"", "Barrow nodded. \"Very good, Wells. You may go to the field and direct a\n search of the freighters. The Venusian's first thought will be to get\n away, and he may already be stowed in one of—\"", "\"Wrecked? What's it look like?\"\n\n\n \"Ummm. Offhand one of the single-place jobs that Venusians bought from\n Earth before the war. Full armament, too.\"", "The Venusian was grinning. \"Exactly. The timer. And a pound of uranite.\n That gives you fifty minutes to search Callisto. It would be wiser to\n spend the time getting a ship ready for me instead.\"", "The Venusian glanced down at the wig and glasses. \"Standard equipment,\"\n he explained. \"I always carry them in my ship and they've come in handy\n before.\"", "Wayne's voice was bitter. \"Venusians can't help what they are. Blame\n the Earth council that sold them those ships. If they had used more\n sense, there wouldn't be a Venusian off Venus.\"", "The communicator faded. Mart clenched his fists against the futility\n of that search. Three miles! The strong Venusian, in the light gravity", "\"Your fastest ship,\" repeated the Venusian. \"Well stocked with\n supplies. Enough to take me to—to a place in the Asteroid belt. I\n shall be too late now to carry out my original plans on Ganymede.\"", "Venusian renegades—the pirates—got off with before then. Well—we're\n going down. Corey's found a place not too far from it where he can set", "Mart nodded. If the council hadn't pulled that boner twenty years\n before, there would be no trouble with the Venusians.", "\"What? You sure, Cap? After the Earth-Venus twenty-two eighty treaty,\n we reclaimed and destroyed all the armed—\"", "A dry voice interrupted from behind the Director's back. \"But the\n Venusian would not do anything so obvious, Director Barrow.\"\n\n\n Mart whirled around. Barrow turned slowly and with dignity.", "VENUSIAN INVADER\nBy LARRY STERNIG\nLeah Barrow would die. Tar Norn had sworn she\n\n would, unless he was set free. But freedom for" ], [ "The Venusian glanced down at the wig and glasses. \"Standard equipment,\"\n he explained. \"I always carry them in my ship and they've come in handy\n before.\"", "disguise of wig and glasses was removed, Mart noted some of the other\n distinguishing features that marked the Venusian. The general flatness", "warily. Venusians, he knew, were both fast and tricky. Watching every\n move, he completed the search. Tar Norn carried no weapons.", "A momentary surge of elation swept Mart. Tar Norn must have been\n bluffing! Then he remembered: a Venusian might murder his own family,", "Venusians were lousy mechanics. Maybe—\nMart became aware that he was holding his breath for the sound of a\n distant explosion. Yes, from whatever point Tar Norn could have hidden", "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"", "Tar Norn had miscalculated. A Venusian didn't understand responsibility\n to society, nor any higher ideal than self-interest.", "Tar Norn tossed the wig and glasses to the floor as Corey took his arm.\n His pupil-less eyes seemed to glow with anger.", "Tar Norn sat down again and folded his six-fingered hands quite calmly.\n Light from the ceiling overhead seemed to cast a malignant glow on his\n dead-white scalp.", "VENUSIAN INVADER\nBy LARRY STERNIG\nLeah Barrow would die. Tar Norn had sworn she\n\n would, unless he was set free. But freedom for", "He rose and bowed mockingly. \"My name is Tar Norn, and your supposition\n that I am a pirate is correct. But I assure you that my visit here is\n accidental and I have no designs on Comprotown.\"", "eclipse of its huge primary—when I was forced down. But darkness means\n nothing to a Venusian. You Earthmen play a strange game with cardboard", "of the director. He would have had no trouble finding Leah's room.\n Venusians could see in the dark and walk as silently as cats. He would\n undoubtedly have drugged Leah into unconsciousness, probably without", "Barrow shook his head. \"No use, Corey. Venusians don't mind pain as\n much as Earthmen. They almost like it. You could take him apart, and he\n wouldn't talk.\"", "A dry voice interrupted from behind the Director's back. \"But the\n Venusian would not do anything so obvious, Director Barrow.\"\n\n\n Mart whirled around. Barrow turned slowly and with dignity.", "Corey started off with the Venusian.", "Venusians were, compared to Earth standards, a strange combination of\n genius and idiocy. Brilliant mathematicians, they had no mechanical", "He had removed the tinted glasses too, and the blank-surfaced\n gray eyeballs showed why they had been worn. Now that the simple", "The office door opened and Captain Wayne came in, followed by Roger\n Corey. Their eyes widened as they saw the Venusian. Wayne's hand darted", "Tinted glasses on Callisto! It didn't make sense. The sun, half a\n billion miles away, gives only a twenty-fifth of the light that falls" ], [ "all else. And Tar Norn had sworn by that oath that Leah Barrows would\n die at nine-thirty unless—", "VENUSIAN INVADER\nBy LARRY STERNIG\nLeah Barrow would die. Tar Norn had sworn she\n\n would, unless he was set free. But freedom for", "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"", "He rose and bowed mockingly. \"My name is Tar Norn, and your supposition\n that I am a pirate is correct. But I assure you that my visit here is\n accidental and I have no designs on Comprotown.\"", "\"The ship?\" asked Tar Norn. \"It will take some time to fuel it and—\"\n\n\n Director Barrow's voice was positive. \"There will be no ship for you,\n Tar Norn.\"", "But, if Tar Norn couldn't have rigged a time-bomb, how could he have\n arranged for Leah to die at nine-thirty?", "Tar Norn! The most vicious and notorious of the pirates, and the most\n ruthless killer of them all. Mart hastily jerked open the drawer of", "had liked, or loved, Leah Barrows. Mart had a momentary vision of her\n again, and remembered the electric thrill that had run through him when", "Tar Norn tossed the wig and glasses to the floor as Corey took his arm.\n His pupil-less eyes seemed to glow with anger.", "Why, Mart wondered, had the pirate walked openly into headquarters and\n given himself up? Obviously, Tar Norn had something up his sleeve.\n But—", "Her father was right, but—The picture of Leah Barrow, smiling as he\n had last seen her, seemed to blur out the view from the window. Her", "But Tar Norn must have planned it all before he left the wrecked ship.\n Otherwise he wouldn't have taken the timer and—", "communicator. \"Director Barrow? Leah isn't here. I looked in her room\n and her bed is disarranged as though she left suddenly. She always\n makes it herself as soon as she gets up.\"", "Tar Norn sat down again and folded his six-fingered hands quite calmly.\n Light from the ceiling overhead seemed to cast a malignant glow on his\n dead-white scalp.", "He drew a line from the point to the square. That was Tar Norn coming\n in to the town. That would have been about ten hours ago.", "him, and said, \"Whew! They're both there.\" Leah Barrow's trim little\n spacecruiser was safe in port. So was the Police one-seater scout—but", "Tar Norn had miscalculated. A Venusian didn't understand responsibility\n to society, nor any higher ideal than self-interest.", "Leah with a capital L, and a fat lot of good that did him when Leah\n Barrow's father was Old Fish-face himself, Director of Comprotown.", "his stride. But to Tar Norn it meant a new ship or nothing.", "my—get Leah Barrow at once. Ring her room. If no answer there, get my\n housekeeper. This is Director Barrow.\"" ], [ "Venusians were, compared to Earth standards, a strange combination of\n genius and idiocy. Brilliant mathematicians, they had no mechanical", "The Venusian glanced down at the wig and glasses. \"Standard equipment,\"\n he explained. \"I always carry them in my ship and they've come in handy\n before.\"", "Barrow shook his head. \"No use, Corey. Venusians don't mind pain as\n much as Earthmen. They almost like it. You could take him apart, and he\n wouldn't talk.\"", "A momentary surge of elation swept Mart. Tar Norn must have been\n bluffing! Then he remembered: a Venusian might murder his own family,", "Venusians were lousy mechanics. Maybe—\nMart became aware that he was holding his breath for the sound of a\n distant explosion. Yes, from whatever point Tar Norn could have hidden", "warily. Venusians, he knew, were both fast and tricky. Watching every\n move, he completed the search. Tar Norn carried no weapons.", "of the director. He would have had no trouble finding Leah's room.\n Venusians could see in the dark and walk as silently as cats. He would\n undoubtedly have drugged Leah into unconsciousness, probably without", "Corey started off with the Venusian.", "eclipse of its huge primary—when I was forced down. But darkness means\n nothing to a Venusian. You Earthmen play a strange game with cardboard", "Wayne's voice was bitter. \"Venusians can't help what they are. Blame\n the Earth council that sold them those ships. If they had used more\n sense, there wouldn't be a Venusian off Venus.\"", "\"A Venusian wouldn't trust his own mother,\" Barrow snapped. \"He'd\n insist on taking off first and then radioing back where she is. And\n don't think he wouldn't check the fuel tanks.\"", "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"", "The Venusian was grinning. \"Exactly. The timer. And a pound of uranite.\n That gives you fifty minutes to search Callisto. It would be wiser to\n spend the time getting a ship ready for me instead.\"", "Barrow nodded. \"Very good, Wells. You may go to the field and direct a\n search of the freighters. The Venusian's first thought will be to get\n away, and he may already be stowed in one of—\"", "disguise of wig and glasses was removed, Mart noted some of the other\n distinguishing features that marked the Venusian. The general flatness", "A dry voice interrupted from behind the Director's back. \"But the\n Venusian would not do anything so obvious, Director Barrow.\"\n\n\n Mart whirled around. Barrow turned slowly and with dignity.", "\"Your fastest ship,\" repeated the Venusian. \"Well stocked with\n supplies. Enough to take me to—to a place in the Asteroid belt. I\n shall be too late now to carry out my original plans on Ganymede.\"", "Reports on the Ganymede jewel shipments mostly. And a full set of data\n on our own little world, Mart. If there's a Venusian around, he sure\n knows his way.\"", "The office door opened and Captain Wayne came in, followed by Roger\n Corey. Their eyes widened as they saw the Venusian. Wayne's hand darted", "VENUSIAN INVADER\nBy LARRY STERNIG\nLeah Barrow would die. Tar Norn had sworn she\n\n would, unless he was set free. But freedom for" ], [ "communicator. \"Director Barrow? Leah isn't here. I looked in her room\n and her bed is disarranged as though she left suddenly. She always\n makes it herself as soon as she gets up.\"", "had liked, or loved, Leah Barrows. Mart had a momentary vision of her\n again, and remembered the electric thrill that had run through him when", "my—get Leah Barrow at once. Ring her room. If no answer there, get my\n housekeeper. This is Director Barrow.\"", "Her father was right, but—The picture of Leah Barrow, smiling as he\n had last seen her, seemed to blur out the view from the window. Her", "him, and said, \"Whew! They're both there.\" Leah Barrow's trim little\n spacecruiser was safe in port. So was the Police one-seater scout—but", "miracle found Leah Barrow, it would all be over before the ten o'clock\n clearance of the first freighter. And the freighters hadn't missed a\n clearance in ten years.", "\"Captain,\" Barrow ordered, \"you will form a search party at once—every\n available man and means. We must search all of Callisto within—\" he\n made a rapid mental calculation \"—about fifty miles. You will be\n searching for my daughter.\"", "all else. And Tar Norn had sworn by that oath that Leah Barrows would\n die at nine-thirty unless—", "Leah with a capital L, and a fat lot of good that did him when Leah\n Barrow's father was Old Fish-face himself, Director of Comprotown.", "Director Barrow opened his eyes and stood up. \"Don't presume anything.\n Search here, too.\"\n\n\n The men came in and began a detailed but fruitless search. Nobody spoke\n until they left.", "Would he have rigged the time-bomb first, or after he had kidnapped\n Leah? And how? The timer itself would not have provided the concussion", "of the director. He would have had no trouble finding Leah's room.\n Venusians could see in the dark and walk as silently as cats. He would\n undoubtedly have drugged Leah into unconsciousness, probably without", "Barrow nodded, glancing at the chronometer. Mart knew what he was\n thinking. Less than half an hour now. And, unless the searchers by some", "Barrow nodded. \"Very good, Wells. You may go to the field and direct a\n search of the freighters. The Venusian's first thought will be to get\n away, and he may already be stowed in one of—\"", "a dead man. Barrow had obviously given up all hope and waited only for\n the four minutes to pass.", "Director Barrow's face was bleak. His voice sounded like the drip of\n water from melting ice. \"Clothing?\" he asked.", "be. Leah is gone and the timer is gone. And a pirate ship would have\n uranite.\"", "Mart looked at the chronometer. It was twenty-six minutes past nine. He\n caught a glimpse of Director Barrow's face. It looked like the face of", "\"But he's\nnot\nbluffing,\" Mart raved. \"Leah will surely die at", "\"Not exactly, sir. The alarm was set for six and it was still buzzing.\n Her bed isn't very mussed; it looks like she got up again almost right\n after she retired. I don't understand.\"" ], [ "Tar Norn could have set the timer all right. For that matter, he could\n calculate an orbit and make settings for space flight. But he couldn't", "But Tar Norn must have planned it all before he left the wrecked ship.\n Otherwise he wouldn't have taken the timer and—", "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"", "A momentary surge of elation swept Mart. Tar Norn must have been\n bluffing! Then he remembered: a Venusian might murder his own family,", "He rose and bowed mockingly. \"My name is Tar Norn, and your supposition\n that I am a pirate is correct. But I assure you that my visit here is\n accidental and I have no designs on Comprotown.\"", "\"The ship?\" asked Tar Norn. \"It will take some time to fuel it and—\"\n\n\n Director Barrow's voice was positive. \"There will be no ship for you,\n Tar Norn.\"", "Venusians were lousy mechanics. Maybe—\nMart became aware that he was holding his breath for the sound of a\n distant explosion. Yes, from whatever point Tar Norn could have hidden", "his stride. But to Tar Norn it meant a new ship or nothing.", "Why, Mart wondered, had the pirate walked openly into headquarters and\n given himself up? Obviously, Tar Norn had something up his sleeve.\n But—", "Tar Norn had miscalculated. A Venusian didn't understand responsibility\n to society, nor any higher ideal than self-interest.", "Tar Norn! The most vicious and notorious of the pirates, and the most\n ruthless killer of them all. Mart hastily jerked open the drawer of", "Tar Norn sat down again and folded his six-fingered hands quite calmly.\n Light from the ceiling overhead seemed to cast a malignant glow on his\n dead-white scalp.", "Tar Norn tossed the wig and glasses to the floor as Corey took his arm.\n His pupil-less eyes seemed to glow with anger.", "if one went blah away from base, it was a gone ship as far as they\n were concerned. Probably the trouble that had forced Tar Norn down on\n Callisto had been a minor matter that any Earthman could have taken in", "timer itself would be an electrical—not a clockwork—gadget. Once\n disconnected from the now broken dynamo of the ship, Tar Norn couldn't\n have made it run at all!", "But, if Tar Norn couldn't have rigged a time-bomb, how could he have\n arranged for Leah to die at nine-thirty?", "warily. Venusians, he knew, were both fast and tricky. Watching every\n move, he completed the search. Tar Norn carried no weapons.", "all else. And Tar Norn had sworn by that oath that Leah Barrows would\n die at nine-thirty unless—", "The pirate's face became vicious. \"I do not think so,\" he snapped.\n \"I have taken a hostage. It was quite dark—your tiny Callisto in", "\"Your daughter, Director,\" he continued. \"If you wish to see her again,\n you will give me a ship, your\nfastest\nship.\"" ], [ "had liked, or loved, Leah Barrows. Mart had a momentary vision of her\n again, and remembered the electric thrill that had run through him when", "Her father was right, but—The picture of Leah Barrow, smiling as he\n had last seen her, seemed to blur out the view from the window. Her", "\"But he's\nnot\nbluffing,\" Mart raved. \"Leah will surely die at", "Mart's fists were clenched, his fingernails biting into the palms. But\n he knew Barrow was right; that he couldn't possibly take any other", "Barrow nodded, glancing at the chronometer. Mart knew what he was\n thinking. Less than half an hour now. And, unless the searchers by some", "Mart growled, \"If Leah dies, I'm going to take that filthy pirate and—\"", "him, and said, \"Whew! They're both there.\" Leah Barrow's trim little\n spacecruiser was safe in port. So was the Police one-seater scout—but", "all else. And Tar Norn had sworn by that oath that Leah Barrows would\n die at nine-thirty unless—", "communicator. \"Director Barrow? Leah isn't here. I looked in her room\n and her bed is disarranged as though she left suddenly. She always\n makes it herself as soon as she gets up.\"", "my—get Leah Barrow at once. Ring her room. If no answer there, get my\n housekeeper. This is Director Barrow.\"", "Mart said, his voice urgent. \"But, sir,\nLeah\n! What's one pirate\n compared to—\"", "Mart glanced at Barrow. The Director was sitting as immobile as a\n statue. His eyes were closed and every muscle of his thin face was\n tense. Probably he was trying not to look at the chronometer on the\n wall. It was nine-fifteen.", "A dry voice interrupted from behind the Director's back. \"But the\n Venusian would not do anything so obvious, Director Barrow.\"\n\n\n Mart whirled around. Barrow turned slowly and with dignity.", "of the director. He would have had no trouble finding Leah's room.\n Venusians could see in the dark and walk as silently as cats. He would\n undoubtedly have drugged Leah into unconsciousness, probably without", "Mart looked at the chronometer. It was twenty-six minutes past nine. He\n caught a glimpse of Director Barrow's face. It looked like the face of", "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"", "Leah with a capital L, and a fat lot of good that did him when Leah\n Barrow's father was Old Fish-face himself, Director of Comprotown.", "miracle found Leah Barrow, it would all be over before the ten o'clock\n clearance of the first freighter. And the freighters hadn't missed a\n clearance in ten years.", "Mart cursed. Fists balled, he lunged toward the Venusian. Barrow put\n a hand on his arm. \"Don't, Wells. That's up to the Interplanetary\n Council.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nMart Wells shut off the alarm buzzer and jumped out of bed—much to his" ], [ "He saw again the corpse-like face of the Director. Yes, they had all\n been wrong in thinking that nothing mattered to Barrow more than the\n schedules—", "Mart glanced at Barrow. The Director was sitting as immobile as a\n statue. His eyes were closed and every muscle of his thin face was\n tense. Probably he was trying not to look at the chronometer on the\n wall. It was nine-fifteen.", "Mart looked at the chronometer. It was twenty-six minutes past nine. He\n caught a glimpse of Director Barrow's face. It looked like the face of", "A dry voice interrupted from behind the Director's back. \"But the\n Venusian would not do anything so obvious, Director Barrow.\"\n\n\n Mart whirled around. Barrow turned slowly and with dignity.", "Mart Wells glanced fearfully at the dial of the chronometer. It was\n eight-forty now. He turned and caught the Director's glance. \"\nThe", "through them. Initialing them was mere routine; they'd never cleared a\n minute early or a minute late since he'd been there. Director Barrow\n saw to that.", "\"Director Barrow in?\"\n\n\n Mart glanced up at the wall clock before he answered. \"He'll be here in\n twenty-one minutes. Sit down and wait if you're off duty.\"", "reporting direct.... Listen to this, Director.\"\nThe tall slender figure of Director Barrow stood impassively beside\n Mart's desk and listened to a repetition of Wayne's report. Not a", "Director Barrow opened his eyes and stood up. \"Don't presume anything.\n Search here, too.\"\n\n\n The men came in and began a detailed but fruitless search. Nobody spoke\n until they left.", "Barrow nodded, glancing at the chronometer. Mart knew what he was\n thinking. Less than half an hour now. And, unless the searchers by some", "Mart's fists were clenched, his fingernails biting into the palms. But\n he knew Barrow was right; that he couldn't possibly take any other", "Director Barrow spoke coldly, as Mart stepped back, still covering the\n Venusian with the blaster. \"Tar Norn, you speak of 'our discussion.'\n There is nothing to discuss. You will be sent to Earth.\"", "\"—before the Supreme Council on Earth,\" Mart finished. Then, glancing\n side-wise at Director Barrow and seeing him nod, he stepped forward", "Director Barrow's face was bleak. His voice sounded like the drip of\n water from melting ice. \"Clothing?\" he asked.", "Mart whistled. \"Well, the Director's due now. He'll want a search\n organized and—Wait, here he is. Tell it over again, Cap, and you'll be", "Barrow nodded. \"Very good, Wells. You may go to the field and direct a\n search of the freighters. The Venusian's first thought will be to get\n away, and he may already be stowed in one of—\"", "rectangles. To use its language, Director Barrow, I have an ace in the\n hole.\"", "had liked, or loved, Leah Barrows. Mart had a momentary vision of her\n again, and remembered the electric thrill that had run through him when", "Barrow's face was granite-like. \"He's killed hundreds of people. If we\n release him, he'll kill hundreds more. One life cannot weigh against", "Barrow was looking straight ahead, and not a muscle of his face moved\n until he spoke. \"I'm afraid he isn't bluffing. No reason why he should" ] ]

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[ [ "Working on becoming more human.", "Write the horror stories he is famous for.", "Both a and c.", "Write the western novels he is known for." ], [ "He really is indifferent to whether the Horde comes or not.", "He is afraid that the Earth's armies with overtake the Horde, bringing an end to his race.", "He does not feel he has fulfilled his purpose on Earth just yet.", "He has grown to enjoy his human lifestyle, and he is not ready to give that up." ], [ "The Horde will destroy the atmosphere, making life impossible.", "The Horde will destroy the planet.", "Nothing will happen to the planet, but Thig will be a political prisoner.", "The earth will destroy itself." ], [ " He is the only member of the Horde who actually has an emotional attachment to his race.", "He does not feel that the human race is worth saving.", "He has developed human emotions and qualities. ", "He doesn't." ], [ "The distruction of Earth is his inspiration.", "He has no plan.", "He draws his inspiration from his human self.", "His wife is his inspiration." ], [ "Thig kills him to take over his life. ", "He is killed by the Horde.", "He dies from radiation.", "He leaves her to join the Horde." ], [ "He cares about humans.", "All of the above.", "He loves his wife.", "He embrases the life of a writer." ], [ "He says that the Earth is the perfect place for them to live.", "He reports that Earthlings have a contagious disease.", "He says that he only stayed alive in order to save them.", "He tells the Horde that humans will destroy themselves." ], [ "He is going to take revenge for the death of his brothers.", "He is going to fight the Horde.", "He is going to run away with his family.", "He will kill himself once he saves the Horde." ], [ "A man who is trying to save those he loves above all.", "A person who is trying to save the Earth.", "A warrior of the Horde.", "A writer. He views the plan like a storyline." ] ]

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[ [ "Thig's compact body stiffened angrily. He came to his feet, his gaze\n roaming about the familiar disorder of the little boathouse. Here he", "Softly the bow of the little craft nosed up on the beach inside the\n harbor, and from its single lock stepped Thig. Naked he was now, as", "All through that first night after the space ship landed beside his\n little life boat, Thig lay on his sleeping deck trying to work out\n another method to overcome the four Hordemen inside their sturdy", "Over the United States Thig blasted the life boat, and across the\n Pacific. He was getting as far from Long Island as he could, and one of", "The life boat lifted sluggishly from the sands that had covered it for\n two years. Thig cleared each jet carefully, and then, finding them", "Thig let the life boat drop away from the other ship. Slowly it fell at\n first, and then faster as gravity gripped it. Fifty miles the ship must", "A speaker from just inside the door broke in upon his labor. He dropped\n the rock and listened.\n\n\n \"Why do you attack the door?\" it asked.\n\n\n \"The lock is stuck,\" answered Thig.", "\"I will tell you as much as I know,\" said Thig. \"It is fortunate that I\n am outside the ship.\"", "the tree that sheltered Thig. Perhaps he was dreaming of the fertile\n valleys of America, where the white-skinned men and women would be his\n servants, as he walked along.", "Thig's space ship moved almost silently through the water offshore.\n The design of the ship that permitted no air to escape now permitted", "Thig awaited the coming of the ship from Ortha on another island. He\n had accepted the destruction of his long weeks of planning with the\n fatalism that the Horde had taught him. Since one plan had fallen", "After that first foray Thig raided many an outlying island, and looted\n the sunken transports that lay in the shallowed water between some of", "With morning the explosion of bombs brought Thig to his feet. He\n cursed as he saw three airplanes circling overhead. They had come to", "No, he would have to solve this problem by himself. Upon Thig, and Thig\n alone, rested the future of the two billions of mankind. If the Horde", "Now Thig could make out the shapes of the guards as they went their\n way. One of them, the short, thick yellow man was coming slowly toward", "And the part of Thig's brain that was Lewis Terry was already busying\n itself with the plotting of a Western novel about the handcart", "Thig looked to his decomposition blaster to see that it was thoroughly\n charged. This was perhaps the hundredth time he had examined his", "Thig felt his lips twitch into a grin. Fortunate that these ships were\n not equipped with telescreens. His story had convinced the methodical,", "That he would be blown up, too, in the explosion did not matter\n greatly, thought Thig. Ellen, the wife of the man he had helped kill,", "\"It is because they are insane, their minds diseased hopelessly.\" Thig\n smiled to himself. \"I will go up to meet them, and destroy them with\n one of their own weapons.\"" ], [ "destroy themselves. In their narrow philosophy of life only the Horde\n mattered. He had been like that when his name was Thig, and the\n memories of Lewis Terry were not yet part of his life.", "For the good of Ellen and the children, the children of the dead man\n whose identity he had stolen, he must succeed. The lusty primitives of\n this rich green world must never be replaced by the disciplined robot\n race that was the Horde.", "No, he would have to solve this problem by himself. Upon Thig, and Thig\n alone, rested the future of the two billions of mankind. If the Horde", "Horde. The Horde was unimaginative and logical in all that it did, a\n robot race of super ant-beings—and they would destroy all the human\n race to prevent any future revolt.", "\"I know. I feared that another expedition would come and carry the\n madness back to the Horde. I kept myself alive to warn you. I will show\n you the ravages of the disease, and then destroy myself.\"", "transmitter. If he could only be certain that the Horde would find no\n flaws in his story; that Earth would never know the destruction that\n the Horde would bring.", "\"I am leaving now,\" said Thig. \"May the Law of the Horde endure\n forever!\" And under his breath: \"on Ortha.\"", "All through that first night after the space ship landed beside his\n little life boat, Thig lay on his sleeping deck trying to work out\n another method to overcome the four Hordemen inside their sturdy", "\"Yes,\" agreed the voice. \"Better that one die instead of four. The\n resources of the Horde must be conserved.\"", "Thig awaited the coming of the ship from Ortha on another island. He\n had accepted the destruction of his long weeks of planning with the\n fatalism that the Horde had taught him. Since one plan had fallen", "Thig could almost see the Hordeman's smooth brow furrow with the\n unaccustomed task of thinking. The majority of the Horde's thinking was", "\"It is because they are insane, their minds diseased hopelessly.\" Thig\n smiled to himself. \"I will go up to meet them, and destroy them with\n one of their own weapons.\"", "\"You will be destroyed before we return to Ortha,\" said Urol. \"We\n cannot permit one of the Horde to live whose body and brain differ from\n the rest of us.\"", "Until he came to Earth, Thig had never known that there was such\n a thing as a lie. Among the men of Ortha there was no deceit or", "disciplined billions of the Horde. They would not detect a lie for they\n would not recognize one! Earth was safe.", "though they would have no reason to expect an Orthan ship here on\n Earth. His whole plan was based on the strategy of luring them here\n before they could start a thorough exploration of Earth.", "\"A fellow Hordeman from Ortha,\" replied Thig hurriedly. \"I escaped from\n the space cruiser commanded by Torp, after madness claimed him. He", "intelligence. He should have remembered sooner, for he had been one of\n the Horde before he stole the memories of an Earthman, and fell in love\n with the dead man's woman!", "\"But I did not escape,\" Thig told him. \"For many days after I returned\n to Earth I was insane. Torp and Kam had infected me as well. But I am", "He was going back to Ellen and the children with the knowledge that\n Earth was saved from the Horde—saved by nothing more deadly than a lie!" ], [ "No, he would have to solve this problem by himself. Upon Thig, and Thig\n alone, rested the future of the two billions of mankind. If the Horde", "destroy themselves. In their narrow philosophy of life only the Horde\n mattered. He had been like that when his name was Thig, and the\n memories of Lewis Terry were not yet part of his life.", "Thig awaited the coming of the ship from Ortha on another island. He\n had accepted the destruction of his long weeks of planning with the\n fatalism that the Horde had taught him. Since one plan had fallen", "For the good of Ellen and the children, the children of the dead man\n whose identity he had stolen, he must succeed. The lusty primitives of\n this rich green world must never be replaced by the disciplined robot\n race that was the Horde.", "\"I am leaving now,\" said Thig. \"May the Law of the Horde endure\n forever!\" And under his breath: \"on Ortha.\"", "\"You will be destroyed before we return to Ortha,\" said Urol. \"We\n cannot permit one of the Horde to live whose body and brain differ from\n the rest of us.\"", "\"By the Law of the Horde,\" said Urol slowly, \"you should be destroyed\n if the disease is incurable.\"", "\"Yes,\" agreed the voice. \"Better that one die instead of four. The\n resources of the Horde must be conserved.\"", "All through that first night after the space ship landed beside his\n little life boat, Thig lay on his sleeping deck trying to work out\n another method to overcome the four Hordemen inside their sturdy", "\"I know. I feared that another expedition would come and carry the\n madness back to the Horde. I kept myself alive to warn you. I will show\n you the ravages of the disease, and then destroy myself.\"", "transmitter. If he could only be certain that the Horde would find no\n flaws in his story; that Earth would never know the destruction that\n the Horde would bring.", "He was going back to Ellen and the children with the knowledge that\n Earth was saved from the Horde—saved by nothing more deadly than a lie!", "\"But I did not escape,\" Thig told him. \"For many days after I returned\n to Earth I was insane. Torp and Kam had infected me as well. But I am", "disciplined billions of the Horde. They would not detect a lie for they\n would not recognize one! Earth was safe.", "Thig could almost see the Hordeman's smooth brow furrow with the\n unaccustomed task of thinking. The majority of the Horde's thinking was", "\"A fellow Hordeman from Ortha,\" replied Thig hurriedly. \"I escaped from\n the space cruiser commanded by Torp, after madness claimed him. He", "Horde. The Horde was unimaginative and logical in all that it did, a\n robot race of super ant-beings—and they would destroy all the human\n race to prevent any future revolt.", "\"We will return to Ortha with our reports at once,\" said Urol.\nThig sat frozen in his seat for a long moment staring at the", "Until he came to Earth, Thig had never known that there was such\n a thing as a lie. Among the men of Ortha there was no deceit or", "through he must use another. He would persuade the Orthans that he\n wanted to return to his own people, and once inside, with a little\n good fortune, he might be able to destroy them. He had killed his two" ], [ "Until he came to Earth, Thig had never known that there was such\n a thing as a lie. Among the men of Ortha there was no deceit or", "No, he would have to solve this problem by himself. Upon Thig, and Thig\n alone, rested the future of the two billions of mankind. If the Horde", "destroy themselves. In their narrow philosophy of life only the Horde\n mattered. He had been like that when his name was Thig, and the\n memories of Lewis Terry were not yet part of his life.", "the tree that sheltered Thig. Perhaps he was dreaming of the fertile\n valleys of America, where the white-skinned men and women would be his\n servants, as he walked along.", "Thig could almost see the Hordeman's smooth brow furrow with the\n unaccustomed task of thinking. The majority of the Horde's thinking was", "A speaker from just inside the door broke in upon his labor. He dropped\n the rock and listened.\n\n\n \"Why do you attack the door?\" it asked.\n\n\n \"The lock is stuck,\" answered Thig.", "\"You are Thig?\" said the even voice of the man from Ortha.\n\n\n \"That is right,\" acknowledged the other.", "Now Thig could make out the shapes of the guards as they went their\n way. One of them, the short, thick yellow man was coming slowly toward", "\"I will tell you as much as I know,\" said Thig. \"It is fortunate that I\n am outside the ship.\"", "Thig's compact body stiffened angrily. He came to his feet, his gaze\n roaming about the familiar disorder of the little boathouse. Here he", "\"It is because they are insane, their minds diseased hopelessly.\" Thig\n smiled to himself. \"I will go up to meet them, and destroy them with\n one of their own weapons.\"", "Softly the bow of the little craft nosed up on the beach inside the\n harbor, and from its single lock stepped Thig. Naked he was now, as", "\"That is right,\" agreed Thig. \"I should have killed myself before you\n came.\" He paused. \"I should not have tried to warn you.\"", "All through that first night after the space ship landed beside his\n little life boat, Thig lay on his sleeping deck trying to work out\n another method to overcome the four Hordemen inside their sturdy", "That he would be blown up, too, in the explosion did not matter\n greatly, thought Thig. Ellen, the wife of the man he had helped kill,", "Thig awaited the coming of the ship from Ortha on another island. He\n had accepted the destruction of his long weeks of planning with the\n fatalism that the Horde had taught him. Since one plan had fallen", "\"I am leaving now,\" said Thig. \"May the Law of the Horde endure\n forever!\" And under his breath: \"on Ortha.\"", "\"But I did not escape,\" Thig told him. \"For many days after I returned\n to Earth I was insane. Torp and Kam had infected me as well. But I am", "\"Zolg and Turb I know,\" said Thig. \"We trained together.\"", "\"A fellow Hordeman from Ortha,\" replied Thig hurriedly. \"I escaped from\n the space cruiser commanded by Torp, after madness claimed him. He" ], [ "\"It is because they are insane, their minds diseased hopelessly.\" Thig\n smiled to himself. \"I will go up to meet them, and destroy them with\n one of their own weapons.\"", "\"That is right.\" Thig drew upon the story-telling genius of Terry as he\n related the carefully plotted story that would permit him entrance to\n the Orthan ship. They must believe him....", "No, he would have to solve this problem by himself. Upon Thig, and Thig\n alone, rested the future of the two billions of mankind. If the Horde", "All through that first night after the space ship landed beside his\n little life boat, Thig lay on his sleeping deck trying to work out\n another method to overcome the four Hordemen inside their sturdy", "Thig awaited the coming of the ship from Ortha on another island. He\n had accepted the destruction of his long weeks of planning with the\n fatalism that the Horde had taught him. Since one plan had fallen", "\"I will tell you as much as I know,\" said Thig. \"It is fortunate that I\n am outside the ship.\"", "A speaker from just inside the door broke in upon his labor. He dropped\n the rock and listened.\n\n\n \"Why do you attack the door?\" it asked.\n\n\n \"The lock is stuck,\" answered Thig.", "And the part of Thig's brain that was Lewis Terry was already busying\n itself with the plotting of a Western novel about the handcart", "Thig's compact body stiffened angrily. He came to his feet, his gaze\n roaming about the familiar disorder of the little boathouse. Here he", "the tree that sheltered Thig. Perhaps he was dreaming of the fertile\n valleys of America, where the white-skinned men and women would be his\n servants, as he walked along.", "Now Thig could make out the shapes of the guards as they went their\n way. One of them, the short, thick yellow man was coming slowly toward", "With morning the explosion of bombs brought Thig to his feet. He\n cursed as he saw three airplanes circling overhead. They had come to", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"I was a fool,\" gritted Thig. His eye crowded the eyepiece of the", "Thig looked to his decomposition blaster to see that it was thoroughly\n charged. This was perhaps the hundredth time he had examined his", "That he would be blown up, too, in the explosion did not matter\n greatly, thought Thig. Ellen, the wife of the man he had helped kill,", "Thig felt his lips twitch into a grin. Fortunate that these ships were\n not equipped with telescreens. His story had convinced the methodical,", "Thig could almost see the Hordeman's smooth brow furrow with the\n unaccustomed task of thinking. The majority of the Horde's thinking was", "\"That is right,\" agreed Thig. \"I should have killed myself before you\n came.\" He paused. \"I should not have tried to warn you.\"", "Softly the bow of the little craft nosed up on the beach inside the\n harbor, and from its single lock stepped Thig. Naked he was now, as", "Until he came to Earth, Thig had never known that there was such\n a thing as a lie. Among the men of Ortha there was no deceit or" ], [ "That he would be blown up, too, in the explosion did not matter\n greatly, thought Thig. Ellen, the wife of the man he had helped kill,", "Ellen, Lewis Terry's wife, clenched the short letter that her husband\n had pressed into her hand as he kissed her earlier that evening. She", "simply that he must go away on a secret mission for several months. She\n understood now why the unshed tears had been bright in his eyes.", "through he must use another. He would persuade the Orthans that he\n wanted to return to his own people, and once inside, with a little\n good fortune, he might be able to destroy them. He had killed his two", "struck down Kam first, and then attacked me. After he left me for dead,\n I took a lifeboat and escaped.\"", "He covered his typewriter. The lock snapped with finality as he turned\n the key. He flexed the muscles of great arms, much too powerful for\n the meek appearance of the writer they were, and the blood beat hot\n through his squat body.", "Softly the bow of the little craft nosed up on the beach inside the\n harbor, and from its single lock stepped Thig. Naked he was now, as", "He would have to play out the game as he had started it, until an\n opportunity came to strike, and then he would strike hard. He went over", "\"You are wrong again,\" Urol told him. \"This madness destroys your\n reason. You were right in living until we came, to warn us. Now we can", "And then he laughed. Fool! The Orthans were unimaginative as\n domesticated cattle. They were robotized animals, all but devoid of", "But first he must bring back another load, the final link in the deadly\n ring about the landing place. Morning was at hand. He would have to\n work fast. He left the load where it lay and blasted off.", "\"You're staying locked,\" he said slowly, \"until the last Hordeman is\n wiped from the face of Earth.\" He smiled grimly as he reflected that", "He was going back to Ellen and the children with the knowledge that\n Earth was saved from the Horde—saved by nothing more deadly than a lie!", "did not know that he was really Thig, nor did the letter reveal that\n fact. If he was to die, he would die Lewis Terry. The letter told her", "Thig's compact body stiffened angrily. He came to his feet, his gaze\n roaming about the familiar disorder of the little boathouse. Here he", "A speaker from just inside the door broke in upon his labor. He dropped\n the rock and listened.\n\n\n \"Why do you attack the door?\" it asked.\n\n\n \"The lock is stuck,\" answered Thig.", "\"That is good,\" he said. \"I will wait until you leave Earth, and then I\n will destroy the ship and myself.\"", "\"It is because they are insane, their minds diseased hopelessly.\" Thig\n smiled to himself. \"I will go up to meet them, and destroy them with\n one of their own weapons.\"", "Abruptly great fingers clamped around his throat, and he felt the sting\n of something that slammed against his chest. His feet scuffed at the\n soil, and then a great roaring filled his ears.", "It was his last mistake. The island dissolved into splintered\n fragments, and with it went the bomber and its brave crew." ], [ "A speaker from just inside the door broke in upon his labor. He dropped\n the rock and listened.\n\n\n \"Why do you attack the door?\" it asked.\n\n\n \"The lock is stuck,\" answered Thig.", "\"You are Thig?\" said the even voice of the man from Ortha.\n\n\n \"That is right,\" acknowledged the other.", "That he would be blown up, too, in the explosion did not matter\n greatly, thought Thig. Ellen, the wife of the man he had helped kill,", "No, he would have to solve this problem by himself. Upon Thig, and Thig\n alone, rested the future of the two billions of mankind. If the Horde", "Now Thig could make out the shapes of the guards as they went their\n way. One of them, the short, thick yellow man was coming slowly toward", "destroy themselves. In their narrow philosophy of life only the Horde\n mattered. He had been like that when his name was Thig, and the\n memories of Lewis Terry were not yet part of his life.", "Softly the bow of the little craft nosed up on the beach inside the\n harbor, and from its single lock stepped Thig. Naked he was now, as", "\"I will tell you as much as I know,\" said Thig. \"It is fortunate that I\n am outside the ship.\"", "Thig could almost see the Hordeman's smooth brow furrow with the\n unaccustomed task of thinking. The majority of the Horde's thinking was", "And the part of Thig's brain that was Lewis Terry was already busying\n itself with the plotting of a Western novel about the handcart", "Thig awaited the coming of the ship from Ortha on another island. He\n had accepted the destruction of his long weeks of planning with the\n fatalism that the Horde had taught him. Since one plan had fallen", "\"That is right,\" agreed Thig. \"I should have killed myself before you\n came.\" He paused. \"I should not have tried to warn you.\"", "Thig's compact body stiffened angrily. He came to his feet, his gaze\n roaming about the familiar disorder of the little boathouse. Here he", "Thig looked to his decomposition blaster to see that it was thoroughly\n charged. This was perhaps the hundredth time he had examined his", "the tree that sheltered Thig. Perhaps he was dreaming of the fertile\n valleys of America, where the white-skinned men and women would be his\n servants, as he walked along.", "\"That is right.\" Thig drew upon the story-telling genius of Terry as he\n related the carefully plotted story that would permit him entrance to\n the Orthan ship. They must believe him....", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"I was a fool,\" gritted Thig. His eye crowded the eyepiece of the", "All through that first night after the space ship landed beside his\n little life boat, Thig lay on his sleeping deck trying to work out\n another method to overcome the four Hordemen inside their sturdy", "Until he came to Earth, Thig had never known that there was such\n a thing as a lie. Among the men of Ortha there was no deceit or", "\"I am leaving now,\" said Thig. \"May the Law of the Horde endure\n forever!\" And under his breath: \"on Ortha.\"" ], [ "No, he would have to solve this problem by himself. Upon Thig, and Thig\n alone, rested the future of the two billions of mankind. If the Horde", "Thig awaited the coming of the ship from Ortha on another island. He\n had accepted the destruction of his long weeks of planning with the\n fatalism that the Horde had taught him. Since one plan had fallen", "Thig could almost see the Hordeman's smooth brow furrow with the\n unaccustomed task of thinking. The majority of the Horde's thinking was", "destroy themselves. In their narrow philosophy of life only the Horde\n mattered. He had been like that when his name was Thig, and the\n memories of Lewis Terry were not yet part of his life.", "\"That is right.\" Thig drew upon the story-telling genius of Terry as he\n related the carefully plotted story that would permit him entrance to\n the Orthan ship. They must believe him....", "\"I am leaving now,\" said Thig. \"May the Law of the Horde endure\n forever!\" And under his breath: \"on Ortha.\"", "\"Yes,\" agreed the voice. \"Better that one die instead of four. The\n resources of the Horde must be conserved.\"", "All through that first night after the space ship landed beside his\n little life boat, Thig lay on his sleeping deck trying to work out\n another method to overcome the four Hordemen inside their sturdy", "\"A fellow Hordeman from Ortha,\" replied Thig hurriedly. \"I escaped from\n the space cruiser commanded by Torp, after madness claimed him. He", "\"I know. I feared that another expedition would come and carry the\n madness back to the Horde. I kept myself alive to warn you. I will show\n you the ravages of the disease, and then destroy myself.\"", "\"It is because they are insane, their minds diseased hopelessly.\" Thig\n smiled to himself. \"I will go up to meet them, and destroy them with\n one of their own weapons.\"", "\"By the Law of the Horde,\" said Urol slowly, \"you should be destroyed\n if the disease is incurable.\"", "Until he came to Earth, Thig had never known that there was such\n a thing as a lie. Among the men of Ortha there was no deceit or", "through he must use another. He would persuade the Orthans that he\n wanted to return to his own people, and once inside, with a little\n good fortune, he might be able to destroy them. He had killed his two", "disciplined billions of the Horde. They would not detect a lie for they\n would not recognize one! Earth was safe.", "\"But I did not escape,\" Thig told him. \"For many days after I returned\n to Earth I was insane. Torp and Kam had infected me as well. But I am", "\"You are Thig?\" said the even voice of the man from Ortha.\n\n\n \"That is right,\" acknowledged the other.", "He was going back to Ellen and the children with the knowledge that\n Earth was saved from the Horde—saved by nothing more deadly than a lie!", "Thig felt his lips twitch into a grin. Fortunate that these ships were\n not equipped with telescreens. His story had convinced the methodical,", "A speaker from just inside the door broke in upon his labor. He dropped\n the rock and listened.\n\n\n \"Why do you attack the door?\" it asked.\n\n\n \"The lock is stuck,\" answered Thig." ], [ "\"That is right,\" agreed Thig. \"I should have killed myself before you\n came.\" He paused. \"I should not have tried to warn you.\"", "\"It is because they are insane, their minds diseased hopelessly.\" Thig\n smiled to himself. \"I will go up to meet them, and destroy them with\n one of their own weapons.\"", "destroy themselves. In their narrow philosophy of life only the Horde\n mattered. He had been like that when his name was Thig, and the\n memories of Lewis Terry were not yet part of his life.", "No, he would have to solve this problem by himself. Upon Thig, and Thig\n alone, rested the future of the two billions of mankind. If the Horde", "\"I will tell you as much as I know,\" said Thig. \"It is fortunate that I\n am outside the ship.\"", "\"I know. I feared that another expedition would come and carry the\n madness back to the Horde. I kept myself alive to warn you. I will show\n you the ravages of the disease, and then destroy myself.\"", "\"I am leaving now,\" said Thig. \"May the Law of the Horde endure\n forever!\" And under his breath: \"on Ortha.\"", "\"I cannot join you?\" asked Thig as calmly as he could. Despair\n contracted his vitals as he saw this latest plan go glimmering.", "Thig awaited the coming of the ship from Ortha on another island. He\n had accepted the destruction of his long weeks of planning with the\n fatalism that the Horde had taught him. Since one plan had fallen", "That he would be blown up, too, in the explosion did not matter\n greatly, thought Thig. Ellen, the wife of the man he had helped kill,", "A speaker from just inside the door broke in upon his labor. He dropped\n the rock and listened.\n\n\n \"Why do you attack the door?\" it asked.\n\n\n \"The lock is stuck,\" answered Thig.", "All through that first night after the space ship landed beside his\n little life boat, Thig lay on his sleeping deck trying to work out\n another method to overcome the four Hordemen inside their sturdy", "Now Thig could make out the shapes of the guards as they went their\n way. One of them, the short, thick yellow man was coming slowly toward", "Thig's compact body stiffened angrily. He came to his feet, his gaze\n roaming about the familiar disorder of the little boathouse. Here he", "\"But I did not escape,\" Thig told him. \"For many days after I returned\n to Earth I was insane. Torp and Kam had infected me as well. But I am", "\"A fellow Hordeman from Ortha,\" replied Thig hurriedly. \"I escaped from\n the space cruiser commanded by Torp, after madness claimed him. He", "\"That is right.\" Thig drew upon the story-telling genius of Terry as he\n related the carefully plotted story that would permit him entrance to\n the Orthan ship. They must believe him....", "Thig could almost see the Hordeman's smooth brow furrow with the\n unaccustomed task of thinking. The majority of the Horde's thinking was", "\"By the Law of the Horde,\" said Urol slowly, \"you should be destroyed\n if the disease is incurable.\"", "\"That is unnecessary,\" said Urol, \"our own armament....\"\nThig snapped off the receiver. He sprang to the controls, and sent the" ], [ "\"It is because they are insane, their minds diseased hopelessly.\" Thig\n smiled to himself. \"I will go up to meet them, and destroy them with\n one of their own weapons.\"", "A speaker from just inside the door broke in upon his labor. He dropped\n the rock and listened.\n\n\n \"Why do you attack the door?\" it asked.\n\n\n \"The lock is stuck,\" answered Thig.", "\"I will tell you as much as I know,\" said Thig. \"It is fortunate that I\n am outside the ship.\"", "\"I cannot join you?\" asked Thig as calmly as he could. Despair\n contracted his vitals as he saw this latest plan go glimmering.", "Now Thig could make out the shapes of the guards as they went their\n way. One of them, the short, thick yellow man was coming slowly toward", "All through that first night after the space ship landed beside his\n little life boat, Thig lay on his sleeping deck trying to work out\n another method to overcome the four Hordemen inside their sturdy", "And the part of Thig's brain that was Lewis Terry was already busying\n itself with the plotting of a Western novel about the handcart", "\"You are Thig?\" said the even voice of the man from Ortha.\n\n\n \"That is right,\" acknowledged the other.", "Thig awaited the coming of the ship from Ortha on another island. He\n had accepted the destruction of his long weeks of planning with the\n fatalism that the Horde had taught him. Since one plan had fallen", "No, he would have to solve this problem by himself. Upon Thig, and Thig\n alone, rested the future of the two billions of mankind. If the Horde", "Thig looked to his decomposition blaster to see that it was thoroughly\n charged. This was perhaps the hundredth time he had examined his", "\"That is right.\" Thig drew upon the story-telling genius of Terry as he\n related the carefully plotted story that would permit him entrance to\n the Orthan ship. They must believe him....", "Thig's compact body stiffened angrily. He came to his feet, his gaze\n roaming about the familiar disorder of the little boathouse. Here he", "\"I am leaving now,\" said Thig. \"May the Law of the Horde endure\n forever!\" And under his breath: \"on Ortha.\"", "\"That is unnecessary,\" said Urol, \"our own armament....\"\nThig snapped off the receiver. He sprang to the controls, and sent the", "Softly the bow of the little craft nosed up on the beach inside the\n harbor, and from its single lock stepped Thig. Naked he was now, as", "\"That is right,\" agreed Thig. \"I should have killed myself before you\n came.\" He paused. \"I should not have tried to warn you.\"", "the tree that sheltered Thig. Perhaps he was dreaming of the fertile\n valleys of America, where the white-skinned men and women would be his\n servants, as he walked along.", "With morning the explosion of bombs brought Thig to his feet. He\n cursed as he saw three airplanes circling overhead. They had come to", "That he would be blown up, too, in the explosion did not matter\n greatly, thought Thig. Ellen, the wife of the man he had helped kill," ] ]

[ "What passage below BEST describes why Shano continued to board the Stardust after the Red Signal?", "When the captain of Stardust learns of Shano's social status \"he became a little gruff,\" what does the author imply about the captain's feelings towards Shano?", "What does the passage imply about Shano's occupation?", "What did Shano mean when he said \"They wouldn't even know, he told himself, squirming through the emergency exit into the engine room, and sealing it after him.\"", "Why was Shano able to withstand the Toxic gas to reposition the fallen rods?", "What is ironic about the captain not believing Shano if he would have told him about the traitor?", "Why did Shano know that this was his last ride?", "What was the cause of Shano's continuous coughing?" ]

[ [ "He felt the passengers bump and fumble past him, grumbling vexatiously.", "A hot dread assailed him, and he coughed, plucking at his chest.", "A vague, pressing desire for home overwhelmed him.", "Arthritic joints sent flashes of pain along his limbs." ], [ "Appreciated that the trip was not in vain", "Felt empathy for Shano", "Became annoyed and bitter", "Was unsure about his new passenger" ], [ "Army Veteran", "Pilot", "Traveler", "Miner" ], [ "What actually caused the ship to be spotted by the enemies", "Shano would be what saved the ship", "Shano killed the saboteur that was on board", "What actually caused the engine room to be filled with Toxia gas" ], [ "N/A", "His job", "His age", "Pure luck" ], [ "That the captain would have believed Shano", "The. judgement that the captain displayed towards Shano due to his occupation", "That the captain thought the nick cut in his jaw was from shaving", "Shano was the true traitor" ], [ "He knew he would die when he saw the traitor with the cut on his face", "He was aware of the war going on and the possible threats on his journey", "He did not know it was his last ride", "He was already dying" ], [ "His age", "His work as a laborer", "The toxia gas", "His smoking habit" ] ]

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[ [ "Shano aside as he passed.\nRed signal.\nIn bewildered anxiety Shano lifted the goggles from his\n eyes and stared into the sudden blackness. The red signal. Danger out", "The loud-speaker blared. \"\nStardust, taking off in thirty seconds. The\n signal is red. Stardust, taking—\n\"", "\"\nAttention! Attention, Stardust passengers! The signal is red. The\n signal is red. Refunds now being made. Refunds now. Take-off in five\n minutes.\n\"", "The captain's voice. Calm, brief. It sent a tremor through Shano's\n body. He heard a quick scuffle of feet again, running feet, directly", "Shano could see the captain in his mind, worried, squared face slick\n with moisture. Shouting into a control room mike. Trying to find out\n what the matter was with his space ship.", "Shano grinned, feeling good. Feeling happy. Lifting the heavy steel\n rods, driving the ship. Keeping the jets screaming and hurtling the\n liner", "Shano sighed at the sudden release of tension throughout the space\n liner\nStardust\n.", "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "Shano scrawled his signature on the waiver. \"Yeah,\" he said. \"Pluto.\n Where a man's lungs fights gas.\" He blinked watery eyes. \"Captain,\n what's a notched jaw mean to you?\"", "waited.\nThe ship's alarm clanged. Shano jerked from his bunk like a broken\n watch spring. He crouched, trembling, on arthritic joints, as a", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "anxious to get aboard, old man?\" He searched Shano's face. \"There's\n trouble ahead, you know.\"", "The words carried no accusation, but Shano realized what they meant.\n A slip-up. Something left running. Vibrations picked up quickly by\n detectors of the Uranian space fleet.", "The ship coasted. Shano could sense it coasting. He couldn't feel it\n or hear it, but he knew it was sliding ghost-like through space like a", "rumor, and that it was the talk of ignorant men. The captain had evaded\n it. Shano smoked and coughed and stared at the steel bulkhead and\n waited.", "\"We're afloat,\" the officer said. \"We've taken off.\" A fleck of light\n danced far back in his eye. Shano felt the pressure of acceleration", "emergency exit into the engine room, and sealing it after him. And they\n wouldn't understand if they did. Pink mist swirled about him. Toxia\n gas. Shano coughed.", "With the words dinning in his ears, Shano stepped into the air lock.\n The officer followed, spun wheels, and the lock closed. The outside was\n shut off.", "pain along his limbs. He heard the machinery working. He heard the\n high, howling whine of cosmic jets. He, Shano, was making the machinery\n go. He was running the cosmic drive.", "Shano scratched his scalp as boots pounded on the decks, above\n and below. He listened attentively to the ship's familiar noises" ], [ "The captain seemed for the first time to realize the social status of\n his lone passenger, and he became a little gruff.", "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "The captain's voice. Calm, brief. It sent a tremor through Shano's\n body. He heard a quick scuffle of feet again, running feet, directly", "rumor, and that it was the talk of ignorant men. The captain had evaded\n it. Shano smoked and coughed and stared at the steel bulkhead and\n waited.", "\"Captain!\" A rasping, grating sound ensued from a grill above Shano's\n head, then a disconnected voice. \"Get the men out of there. It's", "Shano could see the captain in his mind, worried, squared face slick\n with moisture. Shouting into a control room mike. Trying to find out\n what the matter was with his space ship.", "Shano grinned, feeling good. Feeling happy. Lifting the heavy steel\n rods, driving the ship. Keeping the jets screaming and hurtling the\n liner", "Shano scratched his scalp as boots pounded on the decks, above\n and below. He listened attentively to the ship's familiar noises", "anxious to get aboard, old man?\" He searched Shano's face. \"There's\n trouble ahead, you know.\"", "The speaker spluttered and Shano smoked thoughtfully, listening to the\n talk back and forth, between the captain and the engineer. He didn't", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "face, and clung to his body. Rourke howled. He fell backward to the\n deck, slapping at his blistered face. He thrashed around and Shano", "The cabin was like a mine shaft, dark and cold. Feet pounded on the\n deck outside.\n\n\n Shano clawed open the door. He peered out anxiously.", "Descending the companionway to the next deck Shano observed the\n nick-jawed lieutenant staring out the viewport, apparently idling. The\n man turned and gripped Shano's thin arm.", "Shano smoked and contemplated the chunky man. Estimated his strength\n and youth and felt the anger and frustration mount in him. \"Devil,\" he\n said.", "He clawed his way up the gangway and thrust out his ticket to the\n lieutenant standing alone at the air lock. The lieutenant, a sullen,", "Shano sighed at the sudden release of tension throughout the space\n liner\nStardust\n.", "\"We're afloat,\" the officer said. \"We've taken off.\" A fleck of light\n danced far back in his eye. Shano felt the pressure of acceleration", "flicked a final stud, spoke to the pilot and at last turned a serious,\n squared face to Shano. \"Old man,\" he said. \"There's a Uranian fleet out", "Shano scrawled his signature on the waiver. \"Yeah,\" he said. \"Pluto.\n Where a man's lungs fights gas.\" He blinked watery eyes. \"Captain,\n what's a notched jaw mean to you?\"" ], [ "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "Shano smoked and contemplated the chunky man. Estimated his strength\n and youth and felt the anger and frustration mount in him. \"Devil,\" he\n said.", "Shano scratched his scalp as boots pounded on the decks, above\n and below. He listened attentively to the ship's familiar noises", "Shano aside as he passed.\nRed signal.\nIn bewildered anxiety Shano lifted the goggles from his\n eyes and stared into the sudden blackness. The red signal. Danger out", "Shano coughed, his whole skeletal body jerking. Arthritic joints sent\n flashes of pain along his limbs. Here she comes, he thought, feeling\n neither glad nor sad.", "Shano coughed, and cursed his lungs. Time was when these gum-clogged\n lungs had saved his life. In the Plutonian mines. Gas explosions in the", "Shano coughed, and lifted the heavy rods into position. One jerked back\n suddenly and smoothly, and something went, \"Pop, pop,\" behind him and", "in his jaw. Ever see a man with a nick in his jaw? Watch him, he's up\n to something.\" The talk of ignorant men. Shano remembered.", "Shano coughed, and wiped phlegm from his thin lips, his hand following\n around the bony contours of his face, feeling the hollows and the beard", "anxious to get aboard, old man?\" He searched Shano's face. \"There's\n trouble ahead, you know.\"", "Shano grasped Rourke's neck with his hands. He twisted the neck with\n his gnarled hands. Strong hands that had worked.", "rumor, and that it was the talk of ignorant men. The captain had evaded\n it. Shano smoked and coughed and stared at the steel bulkhead and\n waited.", "The cabin was like a mine shaft, dark and cold. Feet pounded on the\n deck outside.\n\n\n Shano clawed open the door. He peered out anxiously.", "He got up when Rourke stopped thrashing. The face was purple and he\n was dead. Shano shivered. He crouched in the passageway shivering and", "Shano saw a cold bulb glowing down the passageway, and he shuffled\n hopefully toward it. The bulb moved away. He saw an indistinct figure\n disappear through a door marked, ENGINE ROOM.", "Shano smoked and thought.\nThey wouldn't even know, he told himself, squirming through the", "Shano paused uncertainly at the end of the passageway. A thick cluster\n of vertical pipes filled the corner. He peered at the pipes and saw a", "suspicions voiced in smoke-laden saloons of Mars? In the labor gangs of\n Uranus? Where? Shano smoked and didn't know. But he knew there was a", "Shano picked himself off the deck, his mind muddled. He coughed and\n put a cigarette to his lips, flicking a lighter disk jerkily from his", "pain along his limbs. He heard the machinery working. He heard the\n high, howling whine of cosmic jets. He, Shano, was making the machinery\n go. He was running the cosmic drive." ], [ "emergency exit into the engine room, and sealing it after him. And they\n wouldn't understand if they did. Pink mist swirled about him. Toxia\n gas. Shano coughed.", "Shano smoked and thought.\nThey wouldn't even know, he told himself, squirming through the", "He straightened up, glaring angrily. He knew. And the knowledge made\n him cold and furious. He watched the engine room emergency exit as it\n opened cautiously.", "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "Shano saw a cold bulb glowing down the passageway, and he shuffled\n hopefully toward it. The bulb moved away. He saw an indistinct figure\n disappear through a door marked, ENGINE ROOM.", "The captain's voice. Calm, brief. It sent a tremor through Shano's\n body. He heard a quick scuffle of feet again, running feet, directly", "rumor, and that it was the talk of ignorant men. The captain had evaded\n it. Shano smoked and coughed and stared at the steel bulkhead and\n waited.", "Shano could see the captain in his mind, worried, squared face slick\n with moisture. Shouting into a control room mike. Trying to find out\n what the matter was with his space ship.", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "With the words dinning in his ears, Shano stepped into the air lock.\n The officer followed, spun wheels, and the lock closed. The outside was\n shut off.", "\"One try,\" he said to himself. \"One try, Shano. One important thing in\n your life. Here's your opportunity. The toxia gas will get you. It'll", "He got up when Rourke stopped thrashing. The face was purple and he\n was dead. Shano shivered. He crouched in the passageway shivering and", "\"Captain!\" A rasping, grating sound ensued from a grill above Shano's\n head, then a disconnected voice. \"Get the men out of there. It's", "When the trouble comes we can't bother with a passenger. In a few\n hours we'll shut down the ship entirely, and every mechanical device\n aboard, to try to avoid detection.\" His mustaches rose like two spears", "Shano crouched and listened as the ship's steady drone ceased and the\n vibrations ceased. The pumps stopped, the lights went out.", "Shano aside as he passed.\nRed signal.\nIn bewildered anxiety Shano lifted the goggles from his\n eyes and stared into the sudden blackness. The red signal. Danger out", "Pressing the cold steel bulkhead, Shano heard oxygen hiss through the\n pipes. Hiss and hiss and then flow soundlessly, filling the cabin and\n his lungs. He choked.", "\"Engine room! Your screen is dead! Switch onto loud-speaker system.\n Engine room!\"\n\n\n Giddily, Shano heard clicks and rasps and then a thick voice, atom\n motors whirring in the background.", "Shano scrawled his signature on the waiver. \"Yeah,\" he said. \"Pluto.\n Where a man's lungs fights gas.\" He blinked watery eyes. \"Captain,\n what's a notched jaw mean to you?\"", "still. An empty clank echoed through the hull. The captain's voice\n came, almost yelling. \"Emergency! Emergency! Back to your posts. Engine\n room—report! Engine room—\"" ], [ "\"One try,\" he said to himself. \"One try, Shano. One important thing in\n your life. Here's your opportunity. The toxia gas will get you. It'll", "emergency exit into the engine room, and sealing it after him. And they\n wouldn't understand if they did. Pink mist swirled about him. Toxia\n gas. Shano coughed.", "Shano coughed, and lifted the heavy rods into position. One jerked back\n suddenly and smoothly, and something went, \"Pop, pop,\" behind him and", "Shano coughed, and cursed his lungs. Time was when these gum-clogged\n lungs had saved his life. In the Plutonian mines. Gas explosions in the", "Shano grinned, feeling good. Feeling happy. Lifting the heavy steel\n rods, driving the ship. Keeping the jets screaming and hurtling the\n liner", "Shano aside as he passed.\nRed signal.\nIn bewildered anxiety Shano lifted the goggles from his\n eyes and stared into the sudden blackness. The red signal. Danger out", "tunnels. Toxia gas, seeping in, burning the men's insides. But with\n gum-clogged lungs he'd been able to work himself clear. Just getting", "Shano paused uncertainly at the end of the passageway. A thick cluster\n of vertical pipes filled the corner. He peered at the pipes and saw a", "machinery whirred. He lifted the rod and slipped it back on. Another\n jerked, pulled open a large valve, and dropped off. Shano bent, and", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "pain along his limbs. He heard the machinery working. He heard the\n high, howling whine of cosmic jets. He, Shano, was making the machinery\n go. He was running the cosmic drive.", "He got up when Rourke stopped thrashing. The face was purple and he\n was dead. Shano shivered. He crouched in the passageway shivering and", "\"Captain!\" A rasping, grating sound ensued from a grill above Shano's\n head, then a disconnected voice. \"Get the men out of there. It's", "face, and clung to his body. Rourke howled. He fell backward to the\n deck, slapping at his blistered face. He thrashed around and Shano", "The engineer's answer came from the grill. \"Impossible, sir. Engine\n room full of toxia gas. Not a suit aboard prepared to withstand it. And", "Shano coughed and heard the ship come to life around him. He pulled\n himself out of the spasm, cursing Pluto. Cursing his diseased,", "Shano picked himself off the deck, his mind muddled. He coughed and\n put a cigarette to his lips, flicking a lighter disk jerkily from his", "Pressing the cold steel bulkhead, Shano heard oxygen hiss through the\n pipes. Hiss and hiss and then flow soundlessly, filling the cabin and\n his lungs. He choked.", "Shano crouched and listened as the ship's steady drone ceased and the\n vibrations ceased. The pumps stopped, the lights went out.", "Shano grasped Rourke's neck with his hands. He twisted the neck with\n his gnarled hands. Strong hands that had worked." ], [ "rumor, and that it was the talk of ignorant men. The captain had evaded\n it. Shano smoked and coughed and stared at the steel bulkhead and\n waited.", "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "The captain's voice. Calm, brief. It sent a tremor through Shano's\n body. He heard a quick scuffle of feet again, running feet, directly", "\"Captain!\" A rasping, grating sound ensued from a grill above Shano's\n head, then a disconnected voice. \"Get the men out of there. It's", "ship there with a spy inside it. And finding nothing. Because of Shano.\n A useless old man.", "Shano could see the captain in his mind, worried, squared face slick\n with moisture. Shouting into a control room mike. Trying to find out\n what the matter was with his space ship.", "traitor aboard who had planted an electronic signal box, giving away\n the ship's position. He'd never believe the babblings of an old man.", "anxious to get aboard, old man?\" He searched Shano's face. \"There's\n trouble ahead, you know.\"", "The speaker spluttered and Shano smoked thoughtfully, listening to the\n talk back and forth, between the captain and the engineer. He didn't", "\"Surprised to learn of a passenger aboard,\" the captain said, glancing\n briefly sideways. \"You're entitled to know of the danger ahead.\" He", "in his jaw. Ever see a man with a nick in his jaw? Watch him, he's up\n to something.\" The talk of ignorant men. Shano remembered.", "\"One try,\" he said to himself. \"One try, Shano. One important thing in\n your life. Here's your opportunity. The toxia gas will get you. It'll", "Shano smoked and thought.\nThey wouldn't even know, he told himself, squirming through the", "Shano scratched his scalp as boots pounded on the decks, above\n and below. He listened attentively to the ship's familiar noises", "out of the sky. Trying and trying, while the\n captain dodged and fired back—pitted his skill and knowledge against\n an enemy Shano couldn't see.", "Shano scrawled his signature on the waiver. \"Yeah,\" he said. \"Pluto.\n Where a man's lungs fights gas.\" He blinked watery eyes. \"Captain,\n what's a notched jaw mean to you?\"", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "emergency exit into the engine room, and sealing it after him. And they\n wouldn't understand if they did. Pink mist swirled about him. Toxia\n gas. Shano coughed.", "Shano grinned, feeling good. Feeling happy. Lifting the heavy steel\n rods, driving the ship. Keeping the jets screaming and hurtling the\n liner", "He was suddenly alarmed. The captain had warned him to stay in his\n cabin. He looked back and forth, wondering how to return.\n\n\n A bell clanged." ], [ "Uranian death lay athwart the space lanes. But\n\n Shano already knew this was his last ride.\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "anxious to get aboard, old man?\" He searched Shano's face. \"There's\n trouble ahead, you know.\"", "Shano aside as he passed.\nRed signal.\nIn bewildered anxiety Shano lifted the goggles from his\n eyes and stared into the sudden blackness. The red signal. Danger out", "\"One try,\" he said to himself. \"One try, Shano. One important thing in\n your life. Here's your opportunity. The toxia gas will get you. It'll", "He got up when Rourke stopped thrashing. The face was purple and he\n was dead. Shano shivered. He crouched in the passageway shivering and", "Shano coughed, his whole skeletal body jerking. Arthritic joints sent\n flashes of pain along his limbs. Here she comes, he thought, feeling\n neither glad nor sad.", "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "Shano smoked and contemplated the chunky man. Estimated his strength\n and youth and felt the anger and frustration mount in him. \"Devil,\" he\n said.", "rumor, and that it was the talk of ignorant men. The captain had evaded\n it. Shano smoked and coughed and stared at the steel bulkhead and\n waited.", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "The captain's voice. Calm, brief. It sent a tremor through Shano's\n body. He heard a quick scuffle of feet again, running feet, directly", "Shano coughed, and lifted the heavy rods into position. One jerked back\n suddenly and smoothly, and something went, \"Pop, pop,\" behind him and", "Shano grasped Rourke's neck with his hands. He twisted the neck with\n his gnarled hands. Strong hands that had worked.", "Shano coughed, and wiped phlegm from his thin lips, his hand following\n around the bony contours of his face, feeling the hollows and the beard", "in his jaw. Ever see a man with a nick in his jaw? Watch him, he's up\n to something.\" The talk of ignorant men. Shano remembered.", "Shano scratched his scalp as boots pounded on the decks, above\n and below. He listened attentively to the ship's familiar noises", "Shano smoked and thought.\nThey wouldn't even know, he told himself, squirming through the", "flicked a final stud, spoke to the pilot and at last turned a serious,\n squared face to Shano. \"Old man,\" he said. \"There's a Uranian fleet out", "Shano crouched and listened as the ship's steady drone ceased and the\n vibrations ceased. The pumps stopped, the lights went out.", "Shano coughed, and peered through the lenses of his goggles. \"Please,\"\n he said. \"Want to go home. I've a right.\" The nicked jaw stirred faint\n memories within his glazed mind." ], [ "Shano coughed, and wiped phlegm from his thin lips, his hand following\n around the bony contours of his face, feeling the hollows and the beard", "Shano coughed, and cursed his lungs. Time was when these gum-clogged\n lungs had saved his life. In the Plutonian mines. Gas explosions in the", "Shano coughed, his whole skeletal body jerking. Arthritic joints sent\n flashes of pain along his limbs. Here she comes, he thought, feeling\n neither glad nor sad.", "Shano coughed, wracking his body, as forgotten memories stirred\n sluggishly in his mind. \"Yup,\" he said, and jerked free and stumbled\n down the steel deck.", "Shano coughed, and lifted the heavy rods into position. One jerked back\n suddenly and smoothly, and something went, \"Pop, pop,\" behind him and", "Shano coughed and heard the ship come to life around him. He pulled\n himself out of the spasm, cursing Pluto. Cursing his diseased,", "Shano coughed, and peered through the lenses of his goggles. \"Please,\"\n he said. \"Want to go home. I've a right.\" The nicked jaw stirred faint\n memories within his glazed mind.", "Shano picked himself off the deck, his mind muddled. He coughed and\n put a cigarette to his lips, flicking a lighter disk jerkily from his", "rumor, and that it was the talk of ignorant men. The captain had evaded\n it. Shano smoked and coughed and stared at the steel bulkhead and\n waited.", "Silence, while Shano coughed and made the machinery go, thinking about\n the Earth he hadn't seen for many years.", "He got up when Rourke stopped thrashing. The face was purple and he\n was dead. Shano shivered. He crouched in the passageway shivering and", "Shano coughed, and wiped his mouth. \"Dirty devils,\" he said. \"I was\n driv' off the planet once, before this war started. I know things", "Shano smoked and contemplated the chunky man. Estimated his strength\n and youth and felt the anger and frustration mount in him. \"Devil,\" he\n said.", "\"Well, old man,\" the captain grasped Shano's shoulder and turned him\n around. \"It means somebody cut himself, shaving. You stick tight to\n your cabin.\" He nodded curtly and indicated the door.", "Shano grasped Rourke's neck with his hands. He twisted the neck with\n his gnarled hands. Strong hands that had worked.", "The cabin was like a mine shaft, dark and cold. Feet pounded on the\n deck outside.\n\n\n Shano clawed open the door. He peered out anxiously.", "Shano smoked and thought.\nThey wouldn't even know, he told himself, squirming through the", "The speaker spluttered and Shano smoked thoughtfully, listening to the\n talk back and forth, between the captain and the engineer. He didn't", "\"One try,\" he said to himself. \"One try, Shano. One important thing in\n your life. Here's your opportunity. The toxia gas will get you. It'll", "labyrinthine passages and down a companionway, coughing and leering\n against the pain in his joints. The blue light winked out in the\n distance and Shano stopped." ] ]

[ "What is the significance of the protagonist's name Ryd Randl?", "When Ryd was talking to Mary, what did Ryd mean when he thought \"all too few men who talked his language?\"", "What does damnable mean in Mury's response, \"Don't you know you're repeating damnable lies?\"", "What is a plausible reason that the secret power was named \"We?\"", "What \"machinery\" was Ryd caught in?", "What does Ryd's thought best suggest when he says \"the white, tense face of the prisoner holding his own nervous gaze?\"", "What suggested that the plan Mury had was not well thought out and wouldn't work?" ]

[ [ "The double r", "When spoken is Rid of Randle", "Can be said as Ride Randle", "No significance" ], [ "Ryd felt like a foreigner on Earth", "Ryd did not know the Martian dialect", "English was not the native language any longer", "Someone understood Ryd's struggle" ], [ "Incorrect", "Deathly", "Supportive", "Confusing" ], [ "An ironic name to emphasize they are individualistic", "Unknown acronym", "We stands for \"with engagement\"", "To idealize that they are all on the same team" ], [ "Engine components", "The plan that had started", "The power cyclinders on the Pi Mesa", "The dead huddle at his feet" ], [ "Ryd was also just as scared and nervous", "The prisoner was extremely scared", "The prisoner was reeling from the assault", "The prisoner was just pretending to be nervous" ], [ "He found Ryd in a bar and immediately went into action without sharing the plan", "It was a great plan but poorly executed", "It was pure coincidence that the Alborak was in the vicinity", "Great plan but Ryd was not a great partner" ] ]

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[ [ "\"So you're Ryd Randl,\" repeated the stranger after a moment's silence.\n \"I might have known you. But I'd almost given up finding you tonight.\"", "The man on Ryd's immediate right leaned toward him. He laid a hand on\n his arm, gripping it hard, and said quietly: \"So you're Ryd Randl.\"", "of working, anyway. No job for Ryd Randl. They gave him one once and\n then took it away. He drank still more deeply.", "The other laughed shortly. \"No. I'm just a man about to offer you a\n chance. For a come-back, Ryd—a chance to live again.... My name—you\n can call me Mury.\"", "\"Don't misunderstand me, Ryd—you mean nothing at all to me as an\n individual. But you're one of a vast mass of men for whom I am", "The question hung in the air for a long moment. Then Ryd, with\n an effort, said, \"Sure.\" A moment later it struck him that the", "\"I don't get it,\" mumbled Ryd, frowning. He found words that he had\n heard somewhere a day or so before, in some bar or flophouse: \"The", "\"Cover him, Ryd,\" ordered Mury flatly. In obedience Ryd lugged out\n the heavy flame pistol and pointed it; his finger was dangerously", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nRyd Randl stood, slouching a little, in the darkened footway, and", "Above, Ryd Randl waited in the lock, flattened against the curved\n wall, white and jittering. The inner door was shut, an impenetrable\n countersunk mirror of metal.", "Ryd was voiceless. Something seemed increasingly ominous about the\n tall, spare man at his side. He wished himself back in Burshis' with\n his first free drink in a month. The thought of it brought tears to his\n eyes.", "Ryd followed dog-like, his feet in their worn shoes moving without his\n volition. He was frightened. Out of his very fright came a longing to\n placate Mury, assure him that he, Ryd, was on the same side whatever\n happened....", "the thin mouth below it. An expensive transparent hat slanted over the\n face, and from its iridescent shadows gleamed eyes that were alert and\n almost frighteningly black. Ryd noted that the man wore a dark-gray", "\"How long have you been out of a job, Ryd?\"\n\n\n \"Nine ... ten years. Say, what's it to you?\"\n\n\n \"And why, Ryd?\"", "\"All right, Ryd,\" he said coolly. \"Trade clothes with this fellow. I've\n brought you this far—you're taking me the rest of the way.\"\n\n\n The rest of the way.", "Ryd could only stare, cringing and bewildered. Mury went on with a\n passion shocking after his smooth calm:", "\"Suppose we step outside, Ryd. I'd like to talk to you.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea?\" demanded Ryd, his small store of natural courage\n floated to the top by alcohol.", "Ryd watched in painful suspense. There was no sound in his ears save\n for the hard, dry shrilling of the ray as it bit into the steel. It\n seemed to be crying:\nrun, run", "Ryd emerged, with much bungling, from his padded clamps, and shook his\n head groggily as he ran a hand through his slightly thinning hair. He\n ventured shakily, \"Where are we?\"", "Ryd backed—the white, tense face of the prisoner holding his own\n nervous gaze—and, almost out of the lock, stumbled over the metal" ], [ "The question hung in the air for a long moment. Then Ryd, with\n an effort, said, \"Sure.\" A moment later it struck him that the", "Ryd was pacing beside him now. He felt a queer upsurge of confidence in\n this strange man; for too long he had met no sympathy and all too few", "Ryd could only stare, cringing and bewildered. Mury went on with a\n passion shocking after his smooth calm:", "Ryd was voiceless. Something seemed increasingly ominous about the\n tall, spare man at his side. He wished himself back in Burshis' with\n his first free drink in a month. The thought of it brought tears to his\n eyes.", "\"I don't get it,\" mumbled Ryd, frowning. He found words that he had\n heard somewhere a day or so before, in some bar or flophouse: \"The", "Ryd followed dog-like, his feet in their worn shoes moving without his\n volition. He was frightened. Out of his very fright came a longing to\n placate Mury, assure him that he, Ryd, was on the same side whatever\n happened....", "\"Suppose we step outside, Ryd. I'd like to talk to you.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea?\" demanded Ryd, his small store of natural courage\n floated to the top by alcohol.", "The drink almost spilled itself in Ryd's hand. Clutching it\n convulsively, he made his eyes narrow and said suspiciously, \"What you\n setting 'em up for, Burshis? It's the first time since—\"", "\"Don't misunderstand me, Ryd—you mean nothing at all to me as an\n individual. But you're one of a vast mass of men for whom I am", "Ryd was dazed. His mind had never been constructed to cope with such\n ideas and the past few years had not improved its capabilities. \"Are\n you talking about the power cylinder?\" he demanded blurrily.", "The man on Ryd's immediate right leaned toward him. He laid a hand on\n his arm, gripping it hard, and said quietly: \"So you're Ryd Randl.\"", "men who talked his language. He burst out: \"They wouldn't take me, damn\n them! Said my record wasn't good enough for them. That is, I didn't", "The other laughed shortly. \"No. I'm just a man about to offer you a\n chance. For a come-back, Ryd—a chance to live again.... My name—you\n can call me Mury.\"", "\"So you're Ryd Randl,\" repeated the stranger after a moment's silence.\n \"I might have known you. But I'd almost given up finding you tonight.\"", "Suspicion was chill reality now in Ryd's mind. And he knew one thing\n certainly—if he refused now to accompany Mury, he would be killed, by", "\"Cover him, Ryd,\" ordered Mury flatly. In obedience Ryd lugged out\n the heavy flame pistol and pointed it; his finger was dangerously", "\"All right, Ryd,\" he said coolly. \"Trade clothes with this fellow. I've\n brought you this far—you're taking me the rest of the way.\"\n\n\n The rest of the way.", "the thin mouth below it. An expensive transparent hat slanted over the\n face, and from its iridescent shadows gleamed eyes that were alert and\n almost frighteningly black. Ryd noted that the man wore a dark-gray", "of working, anyway. No job for Ryd Randl. They gave him one once and\n then took it away. He drank still more deeply.", "Ryd emerged, with much bungling, from his padded clamps, and shook his\n head groggily as he ran a hand through his slightly thinning hair. He\n ventured shakily, \"Where are we?\"" ], [ "\"To hell with that!\" snapped Mury, suddenly savage. His hands came up\n slightly, the fingers flexing; then dropped back to his sides. \"Don't\n you know you're repeating damnable lies?\"", "\"You damned clumsy little fool—\" said Mury with soft intensity. Then,\n while the air around the metal walls still buzzed and snapped with", "Mury took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. His face was\n once more bleakly impassive; only the mouth was an ugly line. \"We're\n going to do something about it, you and I. Tonight. Now.\"", "Ryd could only stare, cringing and bewildered. Mury went on with a\n passion shocking after his smooth calm:", "\"One blow for freedom!\" said Mury with caught breath. His voice fell\n upon air scarcely stilled since the sodden thump of the blow that had\n killed the guard.", "The other laughed shortly. \"No. I'm just a man about to offer you a\n chance. For a come-back, Ryd—a chance to live again.... My name—you\n can call me Mury.\"", "\"It's been done again,\" said Mury grimly. \"And you don't know the half", "All at once, Mury came to a stop, and swung around to face him\n squarely, hard eyes compelling. They were on an overpass, not far", "\"You won't lose,\" said Mury. He seemed to relax. But the menace with\n which he had clothed himself clung, as he turned back on the way they\n had come.", "men who talked his language. He burst out: \"They wouldn't take me, damn\n them! Said my record wasn't good enough for them. That is, I didn't", "\"Cover him, Ryd,\" ordered Mury flatly. In obedience Ryd lugged out\n the heavy flame pistol and pointed it; his finger was dangerously", "\"I don't know what you're talking about,\" said Arliess. But his voice\n was raw and unsteady.", "Suspicion was chill reality now in Ryd's mind. And he knew one thing\n certainly—if he refused now to accompany Mury, he would be killed, by", "Mury hefted the length of steel in his hand once more, as if testing\n the weight that had crushed a man's skull so easily. Then, with a short", "\"Wait,\" said Mury succinctly; he vanished up the spiral stair, his\n long legs taking two steps at a time. After an aching minute's silence,\n he was back. All was clear as seen from the turret-windows overhead.", "\"No use now for firearms,\" said Mury. \"All the guns we could carry\n wouldn't help us if we were caught out there. That gun is just a", "Mury too sat silent and immobile for a minute or more. Then, abruptly,\n he inclined his universal chair far to the right, and his long frame\n seemed to tense oddly. His finger stabbed out one of the sparks of\n light.", "The question hung in the air for a long moment. Then Ryd, with\n an effort, said, \"Sure.\" A moment later it struck him that the", "\"What do\nyou\nthink?\" demanded Mury in return. \"I'm taking the ship", "\"I don't get it,\" mumbled Ryd, frowning. He found words that he had\n heard somewhere a day or so before, in some bar or flophouse: \"The" ], [ "this man or another of his kind. For the secret power known only as\nWe\nnever took chances. Whispered-of, terrible, and world-embracing,", "\"Ten years ago,\" Mury nodded as if satisfied. \"That must have been the\n Power Company of North America—the main plant by Dynamopolis itself,", "Ryd was dazed. His mind had never been constructed to cope with such\n ideas and the past few years had not improved its capabilities. \"Are\n you talking about the power cylinder?\" he demanded blurrily.", "Ryd was nearly sober. And wholly terrified. He got out chokingly,\n \"What's that mean?\"\n\n\n \"The power shell—isn't coming in as planned.\"", "themselves. The burly engineer was muttering phrases of obscene fervor;\n the weedy young pilot was wild-eyed. The blond astrogator, sitting\n still masked and apparently unmoved, demanded:", "delivery of the power which will revivify our industries.\" He paused,\n sighed, shifting his weight to the next lower step of the gangway. \"I\n suppose you'll want to re-check my credentials?\"", "into space. On schedule and on course—to meet the power shell.\" The\n flame gun moved with a jerk. \"And as for you—what's your name?\"", "The question hung in the air for a long moment. Then Ryd, with\n an effort, said, \"Sure.\" A moment later it struck him that the", "\"Why...? Look, mister, I was a helio operator.\" He hunched his narrow\n shoulders and spread his hands in an habitual gesture of defeat. \"Damn", "The other laughed shortly. \"No. I'm just a man about to offer you a\n chance. For a come-back, Ryd—a chance to live again.... My name—you\n can call me Mury.\"", "of it. But—you will. I'll need you. As for your friends—\" The gun\n muzzle shifted slightly to indicate the pilot and the engineer. \"Out of", "And after the middle of the eighth century, robot labor gave Mars its\n full economic independence—and domination. For power is—power; and\n there is the Restriction Act to keep men on Earth even if more than two", "\"It's been tried before,\" said one of the masked men. He had a blond,\n youthful thatch and a smooth healthy face below the mask, together with", "\"Don't misunderstand me, Ryd—you mean nothing at all to me as an\n individual. But you're one of a vast mass of men for whom I am", "Then, to quiet Ryd's fears, he went on: \"The central control panel and\n the three local switches inside, between, and outside the locks are\n on the circuit in that order. Unless the locks were closed from the", "escort they were sending with the power cylinder. The power's coming\n in again.\" He turned to greet a coin-tapping newcomer, added over his", "\"Suppose we step outside, Ryd. I'd like to talk to you.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea?\" demanded Ryd, his small store of natural courage\n floated to the top by alcohol.", "\"The power shell is aid, yes—but with what a price! It's the thirty\n pieces of silver for which the venal fools who rule our nations have", "\"So you're Ryd Randl,\" repeated the stranger after a moment's silence.\n \"I might have known you. But I'd almost given up finding you tonight.\"", "\"You can't do that.\"\n\n\n \"\nWe\ncan,\" said Mury with a heavy accent on the first word. \"And there\n are fifty thousand credits in it for you, Ryd. Are you with us?\"" ], [ "servicing equipment. Looking down at the dead huddle at his feet, a\n little stunned by the reality of this, Ryd knew that he was in it now.\n He was caught in the machinery.", "Ryd could only stare, cringing and bewildered. Mury went on with a\n passion shocking after his smooth calm:", "Ryd followed dog-like, his feet in their worn shoes moving without his\n volition. He was frightened. Out of his very fright came a longing to\n placate Mury, assure him that he, Ryd, was on the same side whatever\n happened....", "Ryd was dazed. His mind had never been constructed to cope with such\n ideas and the past few years had not improved its capabilities. \"Are\n you talking about the power cylinder?\" he demanded blurrily.", "Ryd backed—the white, tense face of the prisoner holding his own\n nervous gaze—and, almost out of the lock, stumbled over the metal", "The question hung in the air for a long moment. Then Ryd, with\n an effort, said, \"Sure.\" A moment later it struck him that the", "Ryd watched in painful suspense. There was no sound in his ears save\n for the hard, dry shrilling of the ray as it bit into the steel. It\n seemed to be crying:\nrun, run", "Suspicion was chill reality now in Ryd's mind. And he knew one thing\n certainly—if he refused now to accompany Mury, he would be killed, by", "Ryd was pacing beside him now. He felt a queer upsurge of confidence in\n this strange man; for too long he had met no sympathy and all too few", "Ryd emerged, with much bungling, from his padded clamps, and shook his\n head groggily as he ran a hand through his slightly thinning hair. He\n ventured shakily, \"Where are we?\"", "The lock gave way and the door slipped aside. A light went on inside,\n and Ryd's heart stopped, backfired, and started again, raggedly. The", "\"Cover him, Ryd,\" ordered Mury flatly. In obedience Ryd lugged out\n the heavy flame pistol and pointed it; his finger was dangerously", "Ryd had blacked out, darkness washing into his eyes and consciousness\n draining from his head, as the space ship had pitched out into", "Ryd was voiceless. Something seemed increasingly ominous about the\n tall, spare man at his side. He wished himself back in Burshis' with\n his first free drink in a month. The thought of it brought tears to his\n eyes.", "Ryd felt a trembling relief; but Mury's voice lashed out like a whip as\n he slipped cat-like into the passage.", "The man on Ryd's immediate right leaned toward him. He laid a hand on\n his arm, gripping it hard, and said quietly: \"So you're Ryd Randl.\"", "Ryd tried feebly to wrench free, stumbled. \"Look,\" he gasped. \"If\n you're a cop, say so!\"", "him; his voice had been snatched from his lips by those terrible forces\n and lost beneath the opening thunder of the three-inch tubes. Up and\n up, while the acceleration climbed to seven gravities—and Ryd had lost", "\"Then come with me.\" The hand still on his arm was insistent. In his\n daze, Ryd let himself be drawn away from the bar into the sluggish", "of Ryd's stomach before he realized that a warning at least must be\n sounded before the ship could lift. But that might come any moment now." ], [ "Ryd backed—the white, tense face of the prisoner holding his own\n nervous gaze—and, almost out of the lock, stumbled over the metal", "Ryd could only stare, cringing and bewildered. Mury went on with a\n passion shocking after his smooth calm:", "the thin mouth below it. An expensive transparent hat slanted over the\n face, and from its iridescent shadows gleamed eyes that were alert and\n almost frighteningly black. Ryd noted that the man wore a dark-gray", "Ryd was voiceless. Something seemed increasingly ominous about the\n tall, spare man at his side. He wished himself back in Burshis' with\n his first free drink in a month. The thought of it brought tears to his\n eyes.", "Ryd followed dog-like, his feet in their worn shoes moving without his\n volition. He was frightened. Out of his very fright came a longing to\n placate Mury, assure him that he, Ryd, was on the same side whatever\n happened....", "Ryd was pacing beside him now. He felt a queer upsurge of confidence in\n this strange man; for too long he had met no sympathy and all too few", "The question hung in the air for a long moment. Then Ryd, with\n an effort, said, \"Sure.\" A moment later it struck him that the", "Above, Ryd Randl waited in the lock, flattened against the curved\n wall, white and jittering. The inner door was shut, an impenetrable\n countersunk mirror of metal.", "Ryd watched in painful suspense. There was no sound in his ears save\n for the hard, dry shrilling of the ray as it bit into the steel. It\n seemed to be crying:\nrun, run", "Suspicion was chill reality now in Ryd's mind. And he knew one thing\n certainly—if he refused now to accompany Mury, he would be killed, by", "Ryd had a bad moment before he saw that the face wasn't that of any\n plain-clothes man he knew. For that matter, it didn't belong to anybody", "The man on Ryd's immediate right leaned toward him. He laid a hand on\n his arm, gripping it hard, and said quietly: \"So you're Ryd Randl.\"", "recognized him, they showed it only by looking fixedly at something\n else. Only Burshis Yuns kept his static smile and nodded with\n surprising friendliness at Ryd's pinched, old-young face.", "The drink almost spilled itself in Ryd's hand. Clutching it\n convulsively, he made his eyes narrow and said suspiciously, \"What you\n setting 'em up for, Burshis? It's the first time since—\"", "Ryd was dazed. His mind had never been constructed to cope with such\n ideas and the past few years had not improved its capabilities. \"Are\n you talking about the power cylinder?\" he demanded blurrily.", "The lock gave way and the door slipped aside. A light went on inside,\n and Ryd's heart stopped, backfired, and started again, raggedly. The", "Ryd emerged, with much bungling, from his padded clamps, and shook his\n head groggily as he ran a hand through his slightly thinning hair. He\n ventured shakily, \"Where are we?\"", "Ryd tried feebly to wrench free, stumbled. \"Look,\" he gasped. \"If\n you're a cop, say so!\"", "\"Cover him, Ryd,\" ordered Mury flatly. In obedience Ryd lugged out\n the heavy flame pistol and pointed it; his finger was dangerously", "\"What about it?\" gulped Ryd, drawing away from the fanatic. \"What you\n want\nme\nto do about it?\"" ], [ "Mury took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. His face was\n once more bleakly impassive; only the mouth was an ugly line. \"We're\n going to do something about it, you and I. Tonight. Now.\"", "\"One blow for freedom!\" said Mury with caught breath. His voice fell\n upon air scarcely stilled since the sodden thump of the blow that had\n killed the guard.", "Suspicion was chill reality now in Ryd's mind. And he knew one thing\n certainly—if he refused now to accompany Mury, he would be killed, by", "\"You won't lose,\" said Mury. He seemed to relax. But the menace with\n which he had clothed himself clung, as he turned back on the way they\n had come.", "\"Wait,\" said Mury succinctly; he vanished up the spiral stair, his\n long legs taking two steps at a time. After an aching minute's silence,\n he was back. All was clear as seen from the turret-windows overhead.", "\"I think,\" Mury said quietly, flexing his left wrist with care the\n while his right held the gun steady, \"that you'd better come aboard\n with us.\"", "Ryd could only stare, cringing and bewildered. Mury went on with a\n passion shocking after his smooth calm:", "\"To hell with that!\" snapped Mury, suddenly savage. His hands came up\n slightly, the fingers flexing; then dropped back to his sides. \"Don't\n you know you're repeating damnable lies?\"", "The other laughed shortly. \"No. I'm just a man about to offer you a\n chance. For a come-back, Ryd—a chance to live again.... My name—you\n can call me Mury.\"", "Mury was just in time, for the pilot had been about to flash \"Ready\" to\n the Communications Tower when the explosions had given him pause. But", "Mury too sat silent and immobile for a minute or more. Then, abruptly,\n he inclined his universal chair far to the right, and his long frame\n seemed to tense oddly. His finger stabbed out one of the sparks of\n light.", "\"No use now for firearms,\" said Mury. \"All the guns we could carry\n wouldn't help us if we were caught out there. That gun is just a", "All at once, Mury came to a stop, and swung around to face him\n squarely, hard eyes compelling. They were on an overpass, not far", "Ryd followed dog-like, his feet in their worn shoes moving without his\n volition. He was frightened. Out of his very fright came a longing to\n placate Mury, assure him that he, Ryd, was on the same side whatever\n happened....", "\"Cover him, Ryd,\" ordered Mury flatly. In obedience Ryd lugged out\n the heavy flame pistol and pointed it; his finger was dangerously", "For a moment Ryd felt relief—he had hazily imagined that Mury's hatred\n of Mars and all things Martian might have led him to try to sabotage", "Mury had melted into the shadow a few yards away. There was a light\n scraping, then a green flame sputtered, briefly lighting up his hands", "\"You damned clumsy little fool—\" said Mury with soft intensity. Then,\n while the air around the metal walls still buzzed and snapped with", "Mury's voice broke through that steady murmur, coming from Ryd's right.", "Ryd felt a trembling relief; but Mury's voice lashed out like a whip as\n he slipped cat-like into the passage." ] ]

[ "To what end does Herbert employ Operation Spill-the-sugar?", "Why didn't Herbert go to the library the night after meeting Kay?", "When did Herbert first begin to suspect the secret society was perhaps extraterrestrial?", "Why did Herbert leave the typewriter uncovered just before Kay's visit?", "What is Fieu Dayol?", "What was the ultimate effect of Herbert's night spent with Kay?", "Why did Kay and the other women place their requisitions in the \"History of English Literature\" book?", "Why was Kay so easily lured by Herbert?", "What is a snoll doper?" ]

[ [ "To distract Kay while he stole the note.", "To introduce himself to Kay Smith.", "So that he could touch Kay's leg.", "He wanted to order some coffee." ], [ "He drank too much of his vintage wine the night before.", "He wanted to work on his \"Self Profile\" for Better Magazine.", "She had revealed she wouldn't be there that night.", "He needed to ready his apartment for Kay's visit." ], [ "As he mused on the meaning of the phrase \"snoll doper.\"", "As he pondered the choice to communicate via encrypted notes in the \"History of English Literature.\"", "When he spilled sugar on Kay and was entranced by her blue eyes.", "When he was amazed to see a third woman with similarly impressive physical features show up at the library." ], [ "He wanted to present the image of a successful \"profiliste.\"", "He had cleaned the apartment in a hurry and forgot to cover it.", "He had been practicing his typing exercises.", "He planned to use it to write a profile of Kay." ], [ "A star.", "The name of Kay's spaceship.", "A distant planet.", "One of the aliens with whom Kay communicates in secret code." ], [ "He became the \"wotnid\" for all of the women on Fieu Dayol.", "He realized she was an alien.", "It legally bound him to marry Kay.", "Kay became pregnant." ], [ "They were prosecuted for working on the black market and could only communicate this way.", "They did not know how to use phones.", "They were not allowed to use phones and other earthly means of communication.", "To prevent raising any kind of suspicion. " ], [ "She wasn't. She just wanted to try out her new snoll doper.", "She wasn't. She was taking him to fulfill her duties as stock girl.", "She wasn't. She was seeking a new mate for Jilka.", "She was fooled by Operation Spill-the-sugar." ], [ "An electrical prod used to control prisoners.", "A substance used to sedate victims.", "A tube used for communication.", "An extraterrestrial weapon." ] ]

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[ [ "He decided on Operation Spill-the-sugar. It had stood him in good stead\n before, and he was rather fond of it. The procedure was quite simple.", "\"Was that the reason you spilled the sugar?\"\n\n\n \"Part of the reason,\" he said. \"What's a\nsnoll doper\n?\"", "First you took note of the position of the sugar dispensers, then you\n situated yourself so that your intended victim was between you and the\n nearest one, then you ordered coffee without sugar in a low voice, and", "\"I'm terribly sorry,\" he said, righting it. \"Here, let me brush it off.\"\n\"It's all right, it's only sugar,\" she said, laughing.", "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "When she did so you let the dispenser slip from your fingers in such a\n way that some of its contents spilled on her lap—", "They climbed into her convertible and she nosed it into the moving line\n of cars. \"How long have you been reading my mail?\" she asked.\n\n\n \"Since the night before I met you.\"", "after the counterman or countergirl had served you, you waited till\n he/she was out of earshot and asked your i.v. to please pass the sugar.", "bookstore, staring into the window where the new Herbert Quidley was\n on display, trying to force its way into the jammed interior....\nCut\n to interior.", "tomorrow when she finally walked in the door. She employed the same\n tactics she had employed the previous night, arriving, as though by\n chance, at the T-section and transferring the message with the same", "When, several blocks later, she pulled to the curb in front of an\n all-night coffee bar, he followed suit. After that, it was merely a\n matter of following her inside.", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "\"Kai\"—or \"Kay\". Obviously, then, the exercise had been a message, and\n had been deliberately inserted in a book no average person would dream\n of borrowing.", ", Herbert Quidley's penchant for old\n books had netted him nothing in the way of romance and intrigue.\n Not that he was a stranger to either. Far from it. But hitherto the", "She prodded his ribs. \"March,\" she said.\n\n\n He marched. Halfway up the plank he glanced back over his shoulder for\n a better look at the object pressed against his back.", "She appropriated the message, read it. \"Put the book back,\" she said\n presently. Then, when he complied: \"Come on.\"\n\n\n \"Where are we going?\"", "exhaled a mixture of smoke and relief. On the way to meet her folks.\n So it was just an ordinary secret society after all. And here he'd", "\"It's—it's almost like foam rubber. Cigarette?\" \"Thanks.... Is\n something wrong, Mr. Quidley?\" \"No, of course not. Why?\" \"Your hands", "to the sexual mores of their own societies.\" She did something to the\n object that caused it to extend itself into a long, tubular affair.\n \"\nThis\nis a", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone." ], [ "In telling him that she would be in town two nights hence, Kay had\n unwittingly apprised him that there would be no exchange of messages\n until that time, so the next evening he skipped his vigil at the", "He returned Taine to the shelf. After learning from the librarian that\n the girl's name was Kay Smith, he went out and got in his hardtop. The", "library. The following evening, however, after readying his apartment\n for the forthcoming assignation, he hied himself to his reading-table\n post and took up\nThe Zeitgeist", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", ", Herbert Quidley's penchant for old\n books had netted him nothing in the way of romance and intrigue.\n Not that he was a stranger to either. Far from it. But hitherto the", "Kay didn't show up till almost closing time, and he was beginning\n to think that perhaps she wouldn't come around for the pickup till", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "After coming in the door, the girl deposited a book on the librarian's\n desk and headed for the literature section. Quickly Quidley lowered", "She waited statuesquely while the librarian processed it, then tucked\n it under her arm and whisked out the door into the misty April night.", "She appropriated the message, read it. \"Put the book back,\" she said\n presently. Then, when he complied: \"Come on.\"\n\n\n \"Where are we going?\"", "\"Kai\"—or \"Kay\". Obviously, then, the exercise had been a message, and\n had been deliberately inserted in a book no average person would dream\n of borrowing.", "bookstore, staring into the window where the new Herbert Quidley was\n on display, trying to force its way into the jammed interior....\nCut\n to interior.", "When, several blocks later, she pulled to the curb in front of an\n all-night coffee bar, he followed suit. After that, it was merely a\n matter of following her inside.", "are trembling.\" \"Oh. I'm—I'm afraid it's the present company, Miss\n Smith.\" \"Call me Kay.\"", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "Let it be said forthwith that old books were not the only item on\n Herbert Quidley's penchant-list. He liked old wood, too, and old", "Lights danced in the darkness behind them as another car jounced down\n the rutted road. \"Jilka,\" Kay said. \"I wonder if she got him.\"", "He simply could not believe it. The odds against two persons taking an\n interest in so esoteric a volume on a single night in a single library" ], [ "was; whether she would reveal the nature of the amateur\n secret society to which she and Klio and Yoolna and Gorka belonged.\n It virtually had to be an amateur secret society. Unless, of course,", "exhaled a mixture of smoke and relief. On the way to meet her folks.\n So it was just an ordinary secret society after all. And here he'd", "and staring at the indecipherable words, was a normal girl like Kay\n doing in such a childish secret society? From the way she and her\n correspondents carried on you'd almost think they were Martian girl", ", Herbert Quidley's penchant for old\n books had netted him nothing in the way of romance and intrigue.\n Not that he was a stranger to either. Far from it. But hitherto the", "It was some time before he returned to reality, and when he did the\n first thing that met his eyes was the uncompromisingly blank sheet of", "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "They climbed into her convertible and she nosed it into the moving line\n of cars. \"How long have you been reading my mail?\" she asked.\n\n\n \"Since the night before I met you.\"", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "The city was thinning out around them now, and a few stars were visible\n in the night sky. Quidley watched them thoughtfully for a while. Then:\n \"What ship?\" he said.", "\"Kai\"—or \"Kay\". Obviously, then, the exercise had been a message, and\n had been deliberately inserted in a book no average person would dream\n of borrowing.", "library. The following evening, however, after readying his apartment\n for the forthcoming assignation, he hied himself to his reading-table\n post and took up\nThe Zeitgeist", "been thinking that she was the key figure in a Martian plot to blow up\n Earth—", "—or\n mates—on other worlds. It's quite legal and quite respectable. As a\n matter of fact, we even have schools specializing in alien cultures", "tomorrow when she finally walked in the door. She employed the same\n tactics she had employed the previous night, arriving, as though by\n chance, at the T-section and transferring the message with the same", "Somehow the words \"what on earth foreign organization\" got turned\n around in his mind and became \"what foreign organization on earth\" and", "along with her.\nA station wagon came up behind them, slowed, and matched its speed\n with theirs. \"Someone's following us,\" Quidley said.", "Well, perhaps not quite as unintelligible. He knew, at least, who Cai\n was, and he knew—from the reappearance of the words\nwotnid\n,", "He remembered how the asdf-;lkj exercise had given way to several lines\n of gibberish and then reappeared again. A camouflaged message? Or was", "The following evening found Quidley on tenter-hooks. The\nsnoll-doper\nmystery had acquired a new tang. He could hardly wait till the next\n message transfer took place." ], [ "looked around the room to see if everything was in place. Everything\n was—the typewriter uncovered and centered on the chrome-trimmed desk,", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "In telling him that she would be in town two nights hence, Kay had\n unwittingly apprised him that there would be no exchange of messages\n until that time, so the next evening he skipped his vigil at the", "custom-built chrome-trimmed desk, inserted a blank sheet of paper in\n his custom-built typewriter and tried to arrange his thoughts. But as\n usual his mind raced ahead of the moment, and he saw the title,", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "He watched her get out, walk up the walk to the entrance and let\n herself in. He leaned his head back on the seat, lit a cigarette and", "He returned Taine to the shelf. After learning from the librarian that\n the girl's name was Kay Smith, he went out and got in his hardtop. The", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "It was some time before he returned to reality, and when he did the\n first thing that met his eyes was the uncompromisingly blank sheet of", "tomorrow when she finally walked in the door. She employed the same\n tactics she had employed the previous night, arriving, as though by\n chance, at the T-section and transferring the message with the same", "\"Kai\"—or \"Kay\". Obviously, then, the exercise had been a message, and\n had been deliberately inserted in a book no average person would dream\n of borrowing.", "bookstore, staring into the window where the new Herbert Quidley was\n on display, trying to force its way into the jammed interior....\nCut\n to interior.", ", Herbert Quidley's penchant for old\n books had netted him nothing in the way of romance and intrigue.\n Not that he was a stranger to either. Far from it. But hitherto the", "undetectable legerdemain to her purse. This time, when she walked out\n the door, he was not far behind her.", "\"Smith. Kay Smith.\" She set the cup back on the counter and turned and\n faced him. For a second her eyes seemed to expand till they preoccupied", "Kay didn't show up till almost closing time, and he was beginning\n to think that perhaps she wouldn't come around for the pickup till", "library. The following evening, however, after readying his apartment\n for the forthcoming assignation, he hied himself to his reading-table\n post and took up\nThe Zeitgeist", "paper. Hurriedly he typed out a letter to his father, requesting an\n advance on his allowance, then, after a tall glass of vintage wine, he\n went to bed." ], [ "\"The one we're going to\nFieu Dayol\non.\"\n\n\n \"\nFieu Dayol?\n\"", "\"But why pick on me? There must be plenty of men on\nFieu Dayol\n. Why\n don't you marry one of them?\"", "Wotnid ne Fieu Dayol ist ifederereret, hid jestig snoll doper. Gind", "The Girls From Fieu Dayol\nBy ROBERT F. YOUNG\nThey were lovely and quick\n\n to learn—and their only\n\n faults were little ones!", "Fieu Dayol\n. Our race is\n identical to yours in everything except population-balance between the\n sexes. At periodic intervals the women on\nFieu Dayol", ",\nFieu\n Dayol\nand\nsnoll doper\n—that the two communications were in the", "wotnid ig ist ending ifedererer te. T'lide sid Fieu Dayol po jestig", "tomorrow when she finally walked in the door. She employed the same\n tactics she had employed the previous night, arriving, as though by\n chance, at the T-section and transferring the message with the same", "On page 21 of the Taine tome he happened upon a sheet of yellow copy\n paper folded in four. Unfolding it, he read:", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "en snoll doper nckli! Wotnid antwaterer Fieu Dayol hid jestig snoll\n doper ifedererer te. Dep gogensplo snoll dopers ensing!—Gorka. fdsa", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "He returned Taine to the shelf. After learning from the librarian that\n the girl's name was Kay Smith, he went out and got in his hardtop. The", "In telling him that she would be in town two nights hence, Kay had\n unwittingly apprised him that there would be no exchange of messages\n until that time, so the next evening he skipped his vigil at the", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "was; whether she would reveal the nature of the amateur\n secret society to which she and Klio and Yoolna and Gorka belonged.\n It virtually had to be an amateur secret society. Unless, of course,", "Her boy friend turned out to be her girl friend, and her girl friend\n turned out to be a tall and lissome, lovely with a Helenesque air of\n her own. From the vantage point of a strategically located reading", "He watched her get out, walk up the walk to the entrance and let\n herself in. He leaned his head back on the seat, lit a cigarette and", "She prodded his ribs. \"March,\" she said.\n\n\n He marched. Halfway up the plank he glanced back over his shoulder for\n a better look at the object pressed against his back." ], [ "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "In telling him that she would be in town two nights hence, Kay had\n unwittingly apprised him that there would be no exchange of messages\n until that time, so the next evening he skipped his vigil at the", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "Lights danced in the darkness behind them as another car jounced down\n the rutted road. \"Jilka,\" Kay said. \"I wonder if she got him.\"", "Her boy friend turned out to be her girl friend, and her girl friend\n turned out to be a tall and lissome, lovely with a Helenesque air of\n her own. From the vantage point of a strategically located reading", "He returned Taine to the shelf. After learning from the librarian that\n the girl's name was Kay Smith, he went out and got in his hardtop. The", ", Herbert Quidley's penchant for old\n books had netted him nothing in the way of romance and intrigue.\n Not that he was a stranger to either. Far from it. But hitherto the", "tomorrow when she finally walked in the door. She employed the same\n tactics she had employed the previous night, arriving, as though by\n chance, at the T-section and transferring the message with the same", "are trembling.\" \"Oh. I'm—I'm afraid it's the present company, Miss\n Smith.\" \"Call me Kay.\"", "you.... You haven't mentioned my perfume yet. Perhaps I'm standing too\n far away.... There!\" \"It's—it's as lovely as your hair, Kay.\" \"Um,", "library. The following evening, however, after readying his apartment\n for the forthcoming assignation, he hied himself to his reading-table\n post and took up\nThe Zeitgeist", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "When, several blocks later, she pulled to the curb in front of an\n all-night coffee bar, he followed suit. After that, it was merely a\n matter of following her inside.", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "beside him, tall and bewitching; Helenesque as ever. Her blue eyes\n became great wells into which he found himself falling. With an effort,", "\"Smith. Kay Smith.\" She set the cup back on the counter and turned and\n faced him. For a second her eyes seemed to expand till they preoccupied", "Apparently she had. At least there was a man with her—a rather\n woebegone, wilted creature who didn't even look up as they passed.", "He remembered Kay's odd accent. Was that the way a person would speak\n English if her own language ran something like \"\nist ifedereret, hid\n jestig snoll doper adwo\n?\"", "She prodded his ribs. \"March,\" she said.\n\n\n He marched. Halfway up the plank he glanced back over his shoulder for\n a better look at the object pressed against his back." ], [ "\"Kai\"—or \"Kay\". Obviously, then, the exercise had been a message, and\n had been deliberately inserted in a book no average person would dream\n of borrowing.", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "History\nreposed, take the volume down,\n surreptitiously slip a folded sheet of yellow paper between its pages\n and return it to the shelf.", "and staring at the indecipherable words, was a normal girl like Kay\n doing in such a childish secret society? From the way she and her\n correspondents carried on you'd almost think they were Martian girl", "After coming in the door, the girl deposited a book on the librarian's\n desk and headed for the literature section. Quickly Quidley lowered", "his eyes to the\nAnabasis\nand henceforth followed her progress out of\n their corners. When she came to the O's she paused, took down a book", "were ten thousand to one. And yet there was no gainsaying that the\n volume was in the girl's hands, and that she was riffling through it\n with the air of a seasoned browser.", "She appropriated the message, read it. \"Put the book back,\" she said\n presently. Then, when he complied: \"Come on.\"\n\n\n \"Where are we going?\"", "Presently she returned the book to the shelf, selected\n another—seemingly at random—and took it over to the librarian's desk.", "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "\"They weren't messages. They were requisitions. I'm the ship's stock\n girl.\"", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "He returned Taine to the shelf. After learning from the librarian that\n the girl's name was Kay Smith, he went out and got in his hardtop. The", "Lights danced in the darkness behind them as another car jounced down\n the rutted road. \"Jilka,\" Kay said. \"I wonder if she got him.\"", "are trembling.\" \"Oh. I'm—I'm afraid it's the present company, Miss\n Smith.\" \"Call me Kay.\"", "library. The following evening, however, after readying his apartment\n for the forthcoming assignation, he hied himself to his reading-table\n post and took up\nThe Zeitgeist", "\"Smith. Kay Smith.\" She set the cup back on the counter and turned and\n faced him. For a second her eyes seemed to expand till they preoccupied", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "they were foreigners. But what on earth foreign organization would be\n quixotic enough to employ Taine's\nHistory of English Literature\nas a" ], [ "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "In telling him that she would be in town two nights hence, Kay had\n unwittingly apprised him that there would be no exchange of messages\n until that time, so the next evening he skipped his vigil at the", "\"Kai\"—or \"Kay\". Obviously, then, the exercise had been a message, and\n had been deliberately inserted in a book no average person would dream\n of borrowing.", "Lights danced in the darkness behind them as another car jounced down\n the rutted road. \"Jilka,\" Kay said. \"I wonder if she got him.\"", "When, several blocks later, she pulled to the curb in front of an\n all-night coffee bar, he followed suit. After that, it was merely a\n matter of following her inside.", "He returned Taine to the shelf. After learning from the librarian that\n the girl's name was Kay Smith, he went out and got in his hardtop. The", "He decided on Operation Spill-the-sugar. It had stood him in good stead\n before, and he was rather fond of it. The procedure was quite simple.", "\"Smith. Kay Smith.\" She set the cup back on the counter and turned and\n faced him. For a second her eyes seemed to expand till they preoccupied", ", Herbert Quidley's penchant for old\n books had netted him nothing in the way of romance and intrigue.\n Not that he was a stranger to either. Far from it. But hitherto the", "He remembered Kay's odd accent. Was that the way a person would speak\n English if her own language ran something like \"\nist ifedereret, hid\n jestig snoll doper adwo\n?\"", "Her boy friend turned out to be her girl friend, and her girl friend\n turned out to be a tall and lissome, lovely with a Helenesque air of\n her own. From the vantage point of a strategically located reading", "and staring at the indecipherable words, was a normal girl like Kay\n doing in such a childish secret society? From the way she and her\n correspondents carried on you'd almost think they were Martian girl", "you.... You haven't mentioned my perfume yet. Perhaps I'm standing too\n far away.... There!\" \"It's—it's as lovely as your hair, Kay.\" \"Um,", "are trembling.\" \"Oh. I'm—I'm afraid it's the present company, Miss\n Smith.\" \"Call me Kay.\"", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "beside him, tall and bewitching; Helenesque as ever. Her blue eyes\n became great wells into which he found himself falling. With an effort,", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "Let it be said forthwith that old books were not the only item on\n Herbert Quidley's penchant-list. He liked old wood, too, and old" ], [ "is a\nsnoll doper\n.\"", "jkl; fdsa jkl; fdsa jkl; fdsa jkl;\nJudging from the repeated use of the words,\nsnoll dopers\nwere the", "\"Was that the reason you spilled the sugar?\"\n\n\n \"Part of the reason,\" he said. \"What's a\nsnoll doper\n?\"", "He sighed again. \"But if Jilka wanted a\nsnoll doper\n,\" he said after a\n while, \"why in the world didn't she call you up and say so?\"", "She opened her purse and pulled out a small metallic object \"A\n little while ago you asked me what a\nsnoll doper", "snoll doper\n,\n for all he knew, could be anything from a Chinese fortune cooky to an\n H-bomb.", "\"I'm going to deliver a\nsnoll doper\nto Jilka. After that I'm going to\n take you home to meet my folks.\"\n\n\n The relieved sigh he heard was his own.", "He wondered what her reaction would be if he asked her point-blank what\n a\nsnoll doper", "The following evening found Quidley on tenter-hooks. The\nsnoll-doper\nmystery had acquired a new tang. He could hardly wait till the next\n message transfer took place.", "Nevertheless, she was the key figure in the\nsnoll-doper\nenigma. The\n fact annoyed him, especially when he considered that a", "en snoll doper nckli! Wotnid antwaterer Fieu Dayol hid jestig snoll\n doper ifedererer te. Dep gogensplo snoll dopers ensing!—Gorka. fdsa", ",\nFieu\n Dayol\nand\nsnoll doper\n—that the two communications were in the", "He remembered Kay's odd accent. Was that the way a person would speak\n English if her own language ran something like \"\nist ifedereret, hid\n jestig snoll doper adwo\n?\"", "Wotnid ne Fieu Dayol ist ifederereret, hid jestig snoll doper. Gind", "toseo knwo, bijk weil en snoll doper entling—Yoolna. asdf ;lkj asdf\n ;lkj asdf ;lkj asdf ;lkj", "He decided on Operation Spill-the-sugar. It had stood him in good stead\n before, and he was rather fond of it. The procedure was quite simple.", "First you took note of the position of the sugar dispensers, then you\n situated yourself so that your intended victim was between you and the\n nearest one, then you ordered coffee without sugar in a low voice, and", "Quidley winced. He was allergic to the term. Not that he ever let the\n presence of a boy friend deter him when he set out to conquer, but", "form:\na;sldkfj a;sldkfj a;sldkfj a;sldkfj Cai: Habe te snoll dopers ensing?", "exhaled a mixture of smoke and relief. On the way to meet her folks.\n So it was just an ordinary secret society after all. And here he'd" ] ]

[ "Why did Michael feel dejected upon first returning to Earth?", "What was the function of the golden lockets around Michael's and Mary's necks?", "What was the movie the council watched upon Michael and Mary's return?", "Why did Mary allow herself to become pregnant?", "Why did the council choose to alter the images captured by Michael and Mary?", "How did Michael and Mary convince the council to let them die in the desert?", "How did Earth become so dried-up and largely devoid of life?" ]

[ [ "He understood that humans would only destroy the planets they had found.", "He was devastated to see the Earth's state of decay.", "He realized Mary wanted to stay on Earth.", "Their mission to discover other inhabitable planets had failed." ], [ "It reminded them of their love for one another.", "It could kill them with a mere touch.", "It triggered the cloning process that would keep them alive to complete their mission.", "It expedited space travel so that more could be discovered in two thousand years." ], [ "A compressed video diary of their failed mission.", "A detailed record of the reincarnation process.", "An account of the diversified plant and animal life discovered on other planets.", "A catalog of their vast and varied discoveries made during the course of their journey." ], [ "She wanted to feel real humanity again.", "So that she wouldn't be alone if Michael decided to go back to space.", "She was tired of reincarnating and wanted to usher in a new generation.", "She wanted to defy the laws passed by the council." ], [ "They wanted to maintain their way of life on Earth.", "They wanted to preserve false hope among the population and keep them calm.", "They could not bear to watch the violence depicted in them.", "They wanted to lie to the people so they would keep working the water pumps for them." ], [ "They threatened to play the real tape to the people of Earth.", "They showed them the account of their two-thousand-year journey.", "They leveraged the council's fear of witnessing violence by threatening to kill themselves.", "They told them about Mary's pregnancy." ], [ "The council selfishly used the majority of its resources.", "An atomic bomb destroyed everything.", "Because of the detrimental effects of climate change.", "Through years of war and the hoarding of resources." ] ]

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[ [ "\"And yet the Earth is almost dead,\" said Michael quietly, \"and you\n can't bring it back to life.\"", "\"What a terrible failure there's been here,\" said Michael. \"The\n neglect and destruction of a whole planet. It's like a family letting", "\"I came from the Earth,\" she said quietly. \"And I've got to go back to\n it. Space is so cold and frightening. Steel walls and blackness and\n the rockets and the little pinpoints of light. It's a prison.\"", "Michael threw the words. \"To go beyond the force fields of the city.\n To go far out onto the Earth and live as long as we can, and then to\n die a natural death.\"", "Haltingly he said, \"Go. Please go. Out onto the Earth—to die. You\nwill\ndie. The Earth is dead out there. You'll never see the city or\n your people again.\"", "And then Michael's voice, \"The thousand who left with us are dead. For\n some time we've known the other planets in our solar system were", "A microphone was thrust into Michael's hand with the whispered\n admonition to tell the people of the great new life waiting for them,\n open and green and moist, on a virgin planet.", "She looked up at him. \"We could go out into the wilderness, Michael,\n outside the force walls. We could go far away.\"\n\n\n He turned from her. \"It's all dead. What would be the use?\"", "He was still for a long time. \"Sometimes, Mary, I think I don't know\n you at all.\" A pause. \"And so now you and I are back where we started.\n Which'll it be, space or Earth?\"", "\"I'm sorry,\" said Michael, \"we've been so close to violent death for\n so long.... What you've seen is part of the proof you asked for.\"", "She spoke softly. \"We've been together for a long time. I've loved\n you. I've asked very little. But I need to stay on Earth. Please,\n Michael.\"", "\"We'll go back out into space,\" he said. \"It's clean out there. I'm\n tired. Two thousand years of reincarnation.\"", "the best of Earth. Instead we've made the worst of it. So we're here\n to stay—and die.\" He handed the microphone back.", "time ago. That, of course, is why the expedition was sent out. And now\n you've come back to us with this terrible news.\" He looked around,", "They saw and heard chemical analyses, were aware of this ocean of\n blackness and clouds of white through which man might move, and must\n ever move, because he could live only upon this floating dust speck", "\"There—there've been changes,\" he said, \"since you've been out in\n space. There isn't a person on Earth who's seen a violent death for\n hundreds of years.\"", "slowly, then back to Michael. \"Can you give us any hope at all?\"", "\"It does,\" he said. There were tears in his eyes and a tightness in\n his throat. \"From deep down.\"\n\n\n \"We can\nlive\nhere, Michael!\"", "\"We've been searching two thousand years for a truth,\" said Michael.\n \"A thousand of us have died finding it. I've told it. That's the way\n it's got to be.\"", "He stared into space. \"It's hopeless. If we'd found another planet\n they could live on, they'd do the same as they've done here.\"" ], [ "Michael and Mary were holding the lockets close to their throats. The\n half circle of people, with the President at its center was moving\n closer and closer. They were sweaty faces and red ones and dry white\n ones and hands were raised to seize them.", "Michael and Mary did not let go of the lockets as they watched the\n half circle of faces move backward, staring, as though at corpses that\n should sink to the floor.", "He touched the tiny golden locket that hung around his neck. \"Right\n now, I could press this and scratch myself and the whole farce would\n be over.\"", "\"Perhaps you remember,\" he said, \"the lockets given to every member of\n the expedition the night before we left. I still have mine.\" He raised", "Michael stared straight at the President. After a long moment, he\n raised his hand to the tiny locket at his throat.", "Michael put his arm around Mary's waist. He felt the trembling in her\n body and the waiting for death.\n\n\n \"Stop!\" he said quietly.", "\"Michael and Mary,\" he said, his voice struggling against a tightness,\n \"we've considered a long time concerning what is to be done with you", "\"These lockets were given to us so we'd have a choice between\n suffering or quick painless death.... We still have a choice.\"", "There was a turning to the President again and hands thrusting him\n forward to within one step of Michael and Mary, who were standing\n there close together, as though attached.", "the gardens were growing into mountains.\nIn their rooms, Michael and Mary were talking through the hours, and\n waiting. All around them were fragile, form-fitting chairs and", "He touched the locket at his own throat and was very still for a long\n moment. \"So we threaten to kill ourselves, before their eyes. What\n would it do to them?\"", "\"I command you,\" he suddenly said, in a choked voice, \"to—to give me\n those—lockets! It's your—duty!\"", "\"They can't stand the sight of people dying violently.\"\n\n\n Her hand went to her throat and touched the tiny locket.", "Obediently the mass of faces separated, as though they were being spun\n away on a whirling disk. Michael and the woman were swallowed up, like", "Michael turned from the window. \"So there's our evidence. Two thousand\n years. All the others killed getting it. And with a simple twist, it\n becomes a lie.\"\n\n\n Mary sat down and buried her face in her hands.", "The pumps were beating, beating all through the room and the quiet.\n\n\n The President was standing. He faced Michael and Mary, and seemed to\n set himself as though to deliver a blow, or to receive one.", "Michael and Mary were silent.\n\n\n \"You'll wait outside the council chambers,\" the President went on,\n \"until we have reached our decision.\"", "He did not answer but continued to watch her footsteps and to feel the\n dust squishing up between his toes. Then suddenly:\n\n\n \"Mary!\"\n\n\n She stopped, whirling around.", "\"I'm sorry,\" said Michael, \"we've been so close to violent death for\n so long.... What you've seen is part of the proof you asked for.\"", "\"We've been searching two thousand years for a truth,\" said Michael.\n \"A thousand of us have died finding it. I've told it. That's the way\n it's got to be.\"" ], [ "The President stood. \"Members of the council.\" He paused. \"As you\n heard, they report—complete failure.\" He turned to Michael. \"And now,\n the proof.\"", "There were mutterings in the council, and hastily whispered\n consultations. Now they were watching the man and woman again.", "Michael and Mary were silent.\n\n\n \"You'll wait outside the council chambers,\" the President went on,\n \"until we have reached our decision.\"", "There was a turning to the President again and hands thrusting him\n forward to within one step of Michael and Mary, who were standing\n there close together, as though attached.", "Michael stood beside the motion picture projector, close to his chair.\n The lights dimmed. There was only the sound of the pumps throbbing in", "At this instant from the watching council, there were screams of\n horror and voices crying out, \"Shut it off! Shut it off!\" There was a\n moving about in the darkness. Murmurs and harsh cries of disapproval\n grew in volume.", "Michael and Mary did not let go of the lockets as they watched the\n half circle of faces move backward, staring, as though at corpses that\n should sink to the floor.", "They both rose, like mourners at a funeral, and went into the council\n chambers.\nAgain they sat in the thick chairs before the wall of desks with the\n faces of the council looking across it like defenders.", "Michael and Mary were holding the lockets close to their throats. The\n half circle of people, with the President at its center was moving\n closer and closer. They were sweaty faces and red ones and dry white\n ones and hands were raised to seize them.", "The pumps were beating, beating all through the room and the quiet.\n\n\n The President was standing. He faced Michael and Mary, and seemed to\n set himself as though to deliver a blow, or to receive one.", "\"Michael and Mary,\" he said, his voice struggling against a tightness,\n \"we've considered a long time concerning what is to be done with you", "Lights flashed through the room and the picture died.\nMichael and Mary, both staring, saw, along the line of desks, the", "the gardens were growing into mountains.\nIn their rooms, Michael and Mary were talking through the hours, and\n waiting. All around them were fragile, form-fitting chairs and", "Michael and the woman stood above them in the center of the pale,\n hovering faces of the officials.\n\n\n \"Good God,\" said the President. \"You've got to tell them what you said\n isn't true!\"", "Obediently the mass of faces separated, as though they were being spun\n away on a whirling disk. Michael and the woman were swallowed up, like", "\"I'm sorry,\" said Michael, \"we've been so close to violent death for\n so long.... What you've seen is part of the proof you asked for.\"", "Michael put his arm around Mary's waist. He felt the trembling in her\n body and the waiting for death.\n\n\n \"Stop!\" he said quietly.", "Michael turned from the window. \"So there's our evidence. Two thousand\n years. All the others killed getting it. And with a simple twist, it\n becomes a lie.\"\n\n\n Mary sat down and buried her face in her hands.", "The watchers in the council chamber saw the bits of tissue swell into\n human embryos in a few seconds, and grow arms and legs and faces and", "The picture faded in, close to one of the long, needle nosed crafts,\n showing inside, a man and a woman. Time was telescoped again while the" ], [ "He did not answer but continued to watch her footsteps and to feel the\n dust squishing up between his toes. Then suddenly:\n\n\n \"Mary!\"\n\n\n She stopped, whirling around.", "Michael put his arm around Mary's waist. He felt the trembling in her\n body and the waiting for death.\n\n\n \"Stop!\" he said quietly.", "\"I can't face dying,\" Mary said quietly, \"squeezed in with all these\n people, in this tomb they've made around the seas. I want to have the", "\"Yes, I can see it is.\"\n\n\n \"I—I can't put into words why I let it happen, Michael.\"", "He was still for a long time. \"Sometimes, Mary, I think I don't know\n you at all.\" A pause. \"And so now you and I are back where we started.\n Which'll it be, space or Earth?\"", "\"Michael and Mary,\" he said, his voice struggling against a tightness,\n \"we've considered a long time concerning what is to be done with you", "something forcing me. But at the same time I wanted it, too. I seemed\n to be willing it, seemed to be feeling it was a necessary thing.\" She", "Michael turned from the window. \"So there's our evidence. Two thousand\n years. All the others killed getting it. And with a simple twist, it\n becomes a lie.\"\n\n\n Mary sat down and buried her face in her hands.", "Then he stepped forward and took her by the shoulders. He saw the\n softness there in her face; saw her eyes bright as though the sun were", "\"No,\" he said thickly. \"I can't believe it.\"\n\n\n \"It's true.\"\n\n\n He held her for a long time, then he turned his eyes aside.", "\"And so this will be just for\nus\n.\" He took her in his arms. \"If I", "\"But to die out there in the desert, in that dust.\" Then he paused and\n looked away from her. \"We're crazy—talking as though we had a\n choice.\"", "Slowly he looked all around until his sight stopped at the bottom of a\n hill. \"We'll build our house just beyond those rocks. We'll dig and\n plant and you'll have the child.\"", "\"Michael.\" Her voice trembled. \"I—I don't know how to say this.\"\n\n\n He waited, frowning, watching her intently.", "Michael and Mary were holding the lockets close to their throats. The\n half circle of people, with the President at its center was moving\n closer and closer. They were sweaty faces and red ones and dry white\n ones and hands were raised to seize them.", "She spoke softly. \"We've been together for a long time. I've loved\n you. I've asked very little. But I need to stay on Earth. Please,\n Michael.\"", "\"Maybe—I got so—tired—just seeing the two of us over and over again\n and the culturing of the scar tissue, for twenty centuries. Maybe that", "\"It does,\" he said. There were tears in his eyes and a tightness in\n his throat. \"From deep down.\"\n\n\n \"We can\nlive\nhere, Michael!\"", "the gardens were growing into mountains.\nIn their rooms, Michael and Mary were talking through the hours, and\n waiting. All around them were fragile, form-fitting chairs and", "There was a turning to the President again and hands thrusting him\n forward to within one step of Michael and Mary, who were standing\n there close together, as though attached." ], [ "Michael and the woman stood above them in the center of the pale,\n hovering faces of the officials.\n\n\n \"Good God,\" said the President. \"You've got to tell them what you said\n isn't true!\"", "Michael turned from the window. \"So there's our evidence. Two thousand\n years. All the others killed getting it. And with a simple twist, it\n becomes a lie.\"\n\n\n Mary sat down and buried her face in her hands.", "\"Michael and Mary,\" he said, his voice struggling against a tightness,\n \"we've considered a long time concerning what is to be done with you", "and the report you brought back to us from the galaxy.\" He took\n another swallow of water. \"To protect the sanity of the people, we've\n changed your report. We've also decided that the people must be", "The President stood. \"Members of the council.\" He paused. \"As you\n heard, they report—complete failure.\" He turned to Michael. \"And now,\n the proof.\"", "Lights flashed through the room and the picture died.\nMichael and Mary, both staring, saw, along the line of desks, the", "Michael and Mary were holding the lockets close to their throats. The\n half circle of people, with the President at its center was moving\n closer and closer. They were sweaty faces and red ones and dry white\n ones and hands were raised to seize them.", "\"We've been searching two thousand years for a truth,\" said Michael.\n \"A thousand of us have died finding it. I've told it. That's the way\n it's got to be.\"", "The picture faded in, close to one of the long, needle nosed crafts,\n showing inside, a man and a woman. Time was telescoped again while the", "\"I'm sorry,\" said Michael, \"we've been so close to violent death for\n so long.... What you've seen is part of the proof you asked for.\"", "Obediently the mass of faces separated, as though they were being spun\n away on a whirling disk. Michael and the woman were swallowed up, like", "Michael and Mary were silent.\n\n\n \"You'll wait outside the council chambers,\" the President went on,\n \"until we have reached our decision.\"", "\"What you showed us was a picture,\" said the President. \"If it had\n been real, we'd all be insane by now. If it were shown to the people\n there'd be mass hysteria.\"", "At this instant from the watching council, there were screams of\n horror and voices crying out, \"Shut it off! Shut it off!\" There was a\n moving about in the darkness. Murmurs and harsh cries of disapproval\n grew in volume.", "There were mutterings in the council, and hastily whispered\n consultations. Now they were watching the man and woman again.", "There was a turning to the President again and hands thrusting him\n forward to within one step of Michael and Mary, who were standing\n there close together, as though attached.", "Michael and Mary did not let go of the lockets as they watched the\n half circle of faces move backward, staring, as though at corpses that\n should sink to the floor.", "wasn't entirely true. This was necessary, to avoid a panic. The people\n simply must not know the whole truth.\" He paused. \"Now we ask you to", "The watchers in the council chamber saw the bits of tissue swell into\n human embryos in a few seconds, and grow arms and legs and faces and", "Michael put his arm around Mary's waist. He felt the trembling in her\n body and the waiting for death.\n\n\n \"Stop!\" he said quietly." ], [ "Michael threw the words. \"To go beyond the force fields of the city.\n To go far out onto the Earth and live as long as we can, and then to\n die a natural death.\"", "\"We've been searching two thousand years for a truth,\" said Michael.\n \"A thousand of us have died finding it. I've told it. That's the way\n it's got to be.\"", "\"Michael and Mary,\" he said, his voice struggling against a tightness,\n \"we've considered a long time concerning what is to be done with you", "\"But to die out there in the desert, in that dust.\" Then he paused and\n looked away from her. \"We're crazy—talking as though we had a\n choice.\"", "Michael put his arm around Mary's waist. He felt the trembling in her\n body and the waiting for death.\n\n\n \"Stop!\" he said quietly.", "\"I'm sorry,\" said Michael, \"we've been so close to violent death for\n so long.... What you've seen is part of the proof you asked for.\"", "Michael turned from the window. \"So there's our evidence. Two thousand\n years. All the others killed getting it. And with a simple twist, it\n becomes a lie.\"\n\n\n Mary sat down and buried her face in her hands.", "Michael and Mary were silent.\n\n\n \"You'll wait outside the council chambers,\" the President went on,\n \"until we have reached our decision.\"", "Haltingly he said, \"Go. Please go. Out onto the Earth—to die. You\nwill\ndie. The Earth is dead out there. You'll never see the city or\n your people again.\"", "She looked up at him. \"We could go out into the wilderness, Michael,\n outside the force walls. We could go far away.\"\n\n\n He turned from her. \"It's all dead. What would be the use?\"", "The President stood. \"Members of the council.\" He paused. \"As you\n heard, they report—complete failure.\" He turned to Michael. \"And now,\n the proof.\"", "And then Michael's voice, \"The thousand who left with us are dead. For\n some time we've known the other planets in our solar system were", "\"I can't face dying,\" Mary said quietly, \"squeezed in with all these\n people, in this tomb they've made around the seas. I want to have the", "A microphone was thrust into Michael's hand with the whispered\n admonition to tell the people of the great new life waiting for them,\n open and green and moist, on a virgin planet.", "\"And yet the Earth is almost dead,\" said Michael quietly, \"and you\n can't bring it back to life.\"", "\"Are we going to die out here, Michael?\" she said, gesturing toward\n the wall of night that stood at the end of the headlight, \"with the\n land?\"", "Michael and the woman stood above them in the center of the pale,\n hovering faces of the officials.\n\n\n \"Good God,\" said the President. \"You've got to tell them what you said\n isn't true!\"", "Michael and Mary were holding the lockets close to their throats. The\n half circle of people, with the President at its center was moving\n closer and closer. They were sweaty faces and red ones and dry white\n ones and hands were raised to seize them.", "Lights flashed through the room and the picture died.\nMichael and Mary, both staring, saw, along the line of desks, the", "\"We've only one duty, Mr. President,\" said Michael sharply. \"To\n ourselves.\"\n\n\n \"You're sick. Give yourselves over to us. We'll help you.\"" ], [ "\"Two thousand years. From one end of the galaxy to the other. Not one\n grain of dust we can live on. Just Earth. And it's burned to a\n cinder.\"", "Haltingly he said, \"Go. Please go. Out onto the Earth—to die. You\nwill\ndie. The Earth is dead out there. You'll never see the city or\n your people again.\"", "It was night. The city had been lost beyond the dead mounds of Earth\n that rolled away behind them, like a thousand ancient tombs. The\n ground car sat still on a crumbling road.", "\"Dying violently happened so seldom on Earth that, after a long time,\n the sight of it began to drive some people mad. And then one day a man", "\"And yet the Earth is almost dead,\" said Michael quietly, \"and you\n can't bring it back to life.\"", "\"What a terrible failure there's been here,\" said Michael. \"The\n neglect and destruction of a whole planet. It's like a family letting", "desolation ten feet above the horizon when the car stopped. They sat\n for a long time then, looking out upon the Earth's parched and\n inflamed skin. In the distance a wall of mountains rose like a great", "bodies. Then the ones who had been the scar tissue disintegrated them\n in the coffin-like tubes and let their dust be sucked out into\n space—all this through millions of miles and a hundred years,", "\"Such a thing,\" he said, smiling grimly, \"hasn't happened on Earth for\n three thousand years. I can remember in school, reading in the history", "\"There—there've been changes,\" he said, \"since you've been out in\n space. There isn't a person on Earth who's seen a violent death for\n hundreds of years.\"", "the best of Earth. Instead we've made the worst of it. So we're here\n to stay—and die.\" He handed the microphone back.", "ship suddenly died and the ship floated into an orbit around a great,\n yellow planet, ten times the size of Jupiter, then was sucked into it.\n Another burst like a bomb, flinging a man and woman out into the", "uninhabitable. Now we've been from one end of the galaxy to the other.\n And this is what we've found.... We were given Earth. There's no place", "\"I came from the Earth,\" she said quietly. \"And I've got to go back to\n it. Space is so cold and frightening. Steel walls and blackness and\n the rockets and the little pinpoints of light. It's a prison.\"", "And then Michael's voice, \"The thousand who left with us are dead. For\n some time we've known the other planets in our solar system were", "They saw and heard chemical analyses, were aware of this ocean of\n blackness and clouds of white through which man might move, and must\n ever move, because he could live only upon this floating dust speck", "flowed out of the picture into the minds of the watchers so that they\n gasped and cringed, and a silent voice told them that the atmosphere\n of this planet would disintegrate a human being.", "cracked like a dried skin; and the polished stone of the mountains and\n the seas that were shrunken away in the dust. And they saw how the", "\"There will be no escort,\" said the President firmly. \"No one has been\n allowed to go out upon the Earth or to fly above it for many hundreds", "that was Earth." ] ]

[ "Which conclusion about the TP is probably correct?", "How does the TP indicate legal insight but perhaps not authorship by a lawyer?", "What is the JCOC?", "What is the best indicator of multiple authors of the TP?", "What evidence seems to exculpate Lewinsky from sole authorship of the text?", "Why was James Moody unlikely to have prepared the TP?", "What information appears to clear Clinton of a role in writing the TP?", "Why would the author of the TP not wish to name the Newsweek reporter?", "Why did Linda Tripp fire Behre?", "Why did Julie Steele claim to change her story?" ]

[ [ "It was co-authored by multiple people.", "It was written by \"lawyers connected to the case.\"", "It was written solely by Linda Tripp.", "It was engineered by Monica Lewinsky." ], [ "The suggestion of fabricating evidence.", "The conflation of \"affidavit\" with \"deposition\".", "The author's desire to leave out any mention of Isikoff.", "The reference to \"the oval\" rather than \"the oval office.\"" ], [ "A Pentagon course.", "The code word for Linda Tripp's job.", "The office where Monica Lewinsky worked.", "An acronym for Linda Tripp's legal team." ], [ "The repetition of key words and phrases throughout the text.", "Specific details are not consistent, such as the use of \"affidavit\" vs. \"deposition.\"", "The fact that multiple people had a motive for the creation of the TP.", "A shift in the voice of the writer(s) as well as point of view." ], [ "Her mood at the time of its writing along with her perceived mental faculties.", "She made a foolish attempt to engineer a \"foot accident\" for Linda Tripp.", "Her attorney, William Ginsburg, denied her involvement.", "She is not a lawyer, despite having legal knowledge." ], [ "His conservative values were in conflict with the White House.", "Willey fabricated her entire account of her relationship with Clinton.", "The document appeared to be crafted based upon a lawyer's advice and written instructions.", "He was loyal to Behre and did not wish to implicate him." ], [ "There is no clear reason why he would want to change Linda Tripp's testimony. ", "Clinton did not like to use proxies to handle his crises.", "He never dictated any calls for himself, preferring to channel such discussions through lawyers.", "The time of his encounter with Willey is inconsistent with his deposition testimony." ], [ "The Newsweek reporter knew the true author of the TP and would immediately expose them.", "This revelation would hamper the assertion of obstruction of justice by damaging the author's credibility.", "If the author was Tripp because she wanted to keep her association with Isikoff a secret.", "If the author revealed themselves, then it would become more difficult to take down the president." ], [ "He had asked her to give her evidence to Clinton's attorney.", "He was too close with White House staffer Bruce Lindsey.", "For bad representation during her testimony about Travelgate and Vince Foster's death.", "For authoring the Talking Points." ], [ "To protect herself from further scrutiny.", "Clinton pressured her to do so.", "Her friend Kathleen Willey had told her to.", "She caved to pressure from White House attorneys." ] ]

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[ [ "Note 1 \n\n Here are seven good guesses about the authorship of the TP:", "it would then be most unlikely that the TP was", "was off.\" So the added detail in the TP may", "The TP appears", "has even suggested a draft of the TP lives on", "TP. In itself, the discrepancy has no apparent significance, although", "the first half of the TP. Some theorists have pointed", "the shed. Tripp has said she immediately suspected the TP", "Tripp told Newsweek she suspected immediately that the TP was", "The TP advises", "suggested that a draft of the TP lives on Tripp's", "Guide to the TP .", "chunk of the TP. Immediately following the TP's release,", "the White House) to write the TP. (Some implicate", "suggest that Tripp herself is writing the TP in her", "and the Bible, the TP, a three-page document, has inspired", "the TP is wrong about what Clinton said in his", "TP was too deftly crafted to have originated with", "changing Tripp's testimony. But the author of the TP seems", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes." ], [ "on the TP with insight from a trained lawyer (Clinton,", "Note 1 \n\n Here are seven good guesses about the authorship of the TP:", "discussing Tripp's legal strategy with her) is the author. However,", "the TP makes legal errors, and the smooth phrasing could", "Tripp receives legal-sounding advice, is smoothly and efficiently written. The", "the White House) to write the TP. (Some implicate", "the TP appears to be the handiwork of multiple authors.", "TP was too deftly crafted to have originated with", "the president.) And while the document presents legal-sounding advice,", "Exegesis: This is the widely circulated version of the TP. For annotations, click on the hot-linked phrases. \n\n Points to Make in an Affidavit", "pointed to it as evidence that a lawyer drafted--or at", "suggest that Tripp herself is writing the TP in her", "only someone with legal training--though not necessarily a practicing lawyer--would", "White House) to have written the TP.", "changing Tripp's testimony. But the author of the TP seems", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes.", "justice. Another has Tripp drafting a chunk of the TP--or", "The TP advises", "journalist, or nonpracticing lawyer. Nonetheless, it casts doubt on", "and the Bible, the TP, a three-page document, has inspired" ], [ "JCOC mode. Your livelihood is dependent on the success of", "the acronym for the Joint Civilian Orientation Course, a", "day or half-day deposition, but now you are into JCOC", "suspect. He was the administration's point man on the Jones", "had recently given sworn testimony in the Jones case that", "else\" apparently refers to Julie Steele, a friend of", "Jones case and has been known to wipe up after", "Jones case, in which he said Willey's visit occurred before", "reception area outside the Oval Office. However, Tripp is quoted", "man on the Jones case. Lindsey also had reason to", "However, New York Observer columnist Philip Weiss says presidential adviser", "It also includes a chatty paragraph discrediting allegations about", "The document then shifts from the substance of the affidavit", "Back to story. \n\n Note 3 \n\n According to Howard Kurtz's book Spin Cycle , this characterization of the Oval Office is common only among White House staffers.", "has Tripp--with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones", "In the Washington", "Background: Only one person claims to have firsthand knowledge", "had been scheduled to be deposed in the Jones case", "even the whole thing--herself. A senior administration official has suggested", "the president.) And while the document presents legal-sounding advice," ], [ "Note 1 \n\n Here are seven good guesses about the authorship of the TP:", "the TP appears to be the handiwork of multiple authors.", "TP was too deftly crafted to have originated with", "changing Tripp's testimony. But the author of the TP seems", "the White House) to write the TP. (Some implicate", "White House) to have written the TP.", "was off.\" So the added detail in the TP may", "suggest that Tripp herself is writing the TP in her", "the first half of the TP. Some theorists have pointed", "and the Bible, the TP, a three-page document, has inspired", "Guide to the TP .", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes.", "chunk of the TP. Immediately following the TP's release,", "and ABC claim to have copies of the original TP.", "has even suggested a draft of the TP lives on", "different authors. As a service to scholars in the burgeoning", "justice. Another has Tripp drafting a chunk of the TP--or", "Washington Post version of the TP--given here--a second-person version", "above could have concocted the TP on their own, several", "Exegesis: This is the widely circulated version of the TP. For annotations, click on the hot-linked phrases. \n\n Points to Make in an Affidavit" ], [ "on the theory that Lewinsky was the lone author. Tripp", "Back to story. \n\n Note 21 \n\n Narcissistic phrasing that allegedly sounds very much like Lewinsky. \n\n Back to story.", "However, there is no evidence that Lewinsky and Lindsey knew", "For instance, it is plausible Tripp and Lewinsky collaborated on", "in the transcript of her taped conversations with Lewinsky reported", "was too deftly crafted to have originated with Lewinsky.", "evidence that Lewinsky and Lindsey knew each other or ever", "discussing Tripp's legal strategy with her) is the author. However,", "liar\" who was \"stalking\" the president. However, Lewinsky had", "with Lewinsky. c) Lewinsky was too panic-stricken to have", "if asked about it in a deposition, Lewinsky mustered all", "penned the TP to entrap Lewinsky. However, Tripp had", "Lewinsky. Lewinsky's former lawyer Ginsburg never denied his client's", "with Lewinsky. Tripp had hoped to remain anonymous in", "entrapped Lewinsky. One scenario has her prodding the gullible", "about Lewinsky's alleged affair with Clinton.", "a) Lewinsky doesn't have enough knowledge of the law. b)", "reference to Lewinsky is the only substantive addition to the", "has the president dictating points over the phone to Lewinsky,", "gullible Lewinsky to write the TP so she, Tripp," ], [ "implicate Behre's replacement, James Moody. It seems unlikely, however,", "was prepared by Moody or a right-wing cabal.", "Note 1 \n\n Here are seven good guesses about the authorship of the TP:", "it would then be most unlikely that the TP was", "Tripp told Newsweek she suspected immediately that the TP was", "TP was too deftly crafted to have originated with", "the White House) to write the TP. (Some implicate", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes.", "was off.\" So the added detail in the TP may", "the shed. Tripp has said she immediately suspected the TP", "however, that Moody, a conservative stalwart, would have helped", "changing Tripp's testimony. But the author of the TP seems", "above could have concocted the TP on their own, several", "suggested that a draft of the TP lives on Tripp's", "White House) to have written the TP.", "She fired Behre three days before she gave the TP", "three days before the TP surfaced, when he asked her", "has even suggested a draft of the TP lives on", "all her intellectual resources to cobble together the TP. Lewinsky's", "penned the TP to entrap Lewinsky. However, Tripp had" ], [ "the TP is wrong about what Clinton said in his", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes.", "the White House) to write the TP. (Some implicate", "White House) to have written the TP.", "penned the TP to entrap Lewinsky. However, Tripp had", "of the TP. The leading suspects: Lewinsky, Tripp, her", "Note 1 \n\n Here are seven good guesses about the authorship of the TP:", "on the TP with insight from a trained lawyer (Clinton,", "discussing Tripp's legal strategy with her) is the author. However,", "gullible Lewinsky to write the TP so she, Tripp,", "For instance, it is plausible Tripp and Lewinsky collaborated on", "knowledge of the TP's origins: Linda Tripp. Tripp told", "suggest that Tripp herself is writing the TP in her", "changing Tripp's testimony. But the author of the TP seems", "Tripp told Newsweek she suspected immediately that the TP was", "But it does not necessarily clear aide Lindsey or others close to the president. After all, the president's sealed, private testimony contradicts his lawyer Bennett's public pronouncements that the encounter with Willey took place after her husband's suicide.", "in which she had talked about her affair with Clinton.", "before her husband's suicide. This contradiction might exculpate Clinton.", "all her intellectual resources to cobble together the TP. Lewinsky's", "had confided the details of the incident with Clinton to" ], [ "you heard of her was when a Newsweek reporter (I", "Tripp told Newsweek she suspected immediately that the TP was", "time I heard of her was when a Newsweek reporter", "reported in Newsweek . This point is made by Skip", "quoted in Newsweek as observing only that Willey was", "of Willey's. Steele initially told Newsweek that Willey had", "told Newsweek reporter Michael Isikoff that Monica Lewinsky had given", "of Tripp's testimony. In August, Tripp told Newsweek she", "told Newsweek that because Willey didn't seem upset at the", "Note 1 \n\n Here are seven good guesses about the authorship of the TP:", "recant statements she had made to Newsweek 's Isikoff.", "the author want to mention Isikoff, the reporter in question?", "changing Tripp's testimony. But the author of the TP seems", "Washington Post version of the TP--given here--a second-person version", "with Lewinsky. Tripp had hoped to remain anonymous in", "of the TP. The leading suspects: Lewinsky, Tripp, her", "the White House) to write the TP. (Some implicate", "reporter showed up in my office saying she was naming", "knowledge of the TP's origins: Linda Tripp. Tripp told", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes." ], [ "White House helped her retain Behre. She fired him three", "She fired Behre three days before she gave the TP", "Tripp contacted Lindsey to discuss the Willey affair (she told", "Back to story. \n\n Note 14 \n\n Bennett was quoted as saying that \"Linda Tripp is not to be believed\" in the Willey controversy.", "4) Behre, the White House Mole. When Tripp testified", "knowledge of the TP's origins: Linda Tripp. Tripp told", "Note 13 \n\n The New York Times and others, quoting \"lawyers connected to the case,\" report Lindsey had earlier advised Tripp to seek Bennett's help, advice Tripp eschewed.", "summer to discuss the Willey affair. Tripp and Lindsey spoke", "her ex-lawyer Kirby Behre, Clinton, Bruce Lindsey (the president's", "with Lewinsky. Tripp had hoped to remain anonymous in", "discussing Tripp's legal strategy with her) is the author. However,", "TP to Starr, when, she says, Behre asked her to", "Lindsey, Behre). As our annotation of the text shows, the", "sexually harassed). Tripp and Lindsey spoke at least two more", "Tripp told Newsweek she suspected immediately that the TP was", "is familiar with what Behre has been telling Tripp and", "For instance, it is plausible Tripp and Lewinsky collaborated on", "When Tripp testified", "the White House helped her retain lawyer Kirby Behre. She", "upset at the time. Tripp also contacted Lindsey last summer" ], [ "However, by this time, Steele had changed her story, saying", "else\" apparently refers to Julie Steele, a friend of", "to her shortly after it happened. Later, Steele changed her", "changed her story.", "after the alleged incident and that she had lied at", "saying Willey had asked her to lie about exactly when", "I don't recall her exact words, but she claimed at", "I now do not believe that what she claimed happened really", "of Willey's. Steele initially told Newsweek that Willey had", "her story, saying Willey had told her that the president", "you don't recall her exact words, but she claimed at", "Willey was lying, since an untucked blouse would probably have", "Steele statements. The TP also says Willey's blouse was", "her own words. However, if Tripp were creating a bogus", "discussing Tripp's legal strategy with her) is the author. However,", "to believe he could change Tripp's testimony. Last summer, Tripp", "really happened. I now find it completely plausible that she", "of Tripp's testimony. In August, Tripp told Newsweek she", "her, you now do not believe that what she claimed", "before her husband's suicide. This contradiction might exculpate Clinton." ] ]

[ "With what body of literature does the author expect the reader to be familiar in order to understand his reference to Helen of Troy?", "How could Quidley’s attitude about the opposite sex best be described?", "What does Quidley do for a living?", "How did Quidley and Kay compare in size?", "What is different about the third message that Quidley intercepts compared to the first two?", "Which of the below is the best description of Kay’s tresses, as Quidley saw it?", "What it is the first strong clue to the reader that Kay and her friends might actually be aliens?", "Why is Kay taking Quidley as a mate particularly ironic in this story?", "Why were Kay and her friends passing notes back and forth in the library book by Taine?", "What was Kay’s mission on Earth?" ]

[ [ "Ancient Greek literature, which he assumes will be familiar to every well-educated reader.", "German literature, because Quidley recognized the similarities of the messages to the German language.", "It doesn’t actually pertain to literature, it pertains to Helen Mirren, the English actress who portrayed famous characters from English literature.", "English literature, which is why it is significant that the messages were hidden in Taine’s History of English Literature." ], [ "He loved women and was trying to find the perfect one to start a family with.", "He was a skirt-chaser uninterested in long-term commitment.", "He thought women made much better friends than men.", "He was indifferent to women, focusing his energy on his research and writing." ], [ "He is a highly successful writer who recently published a best-selling epic novel.", "He is a dilettante who writes an occasional piece for a magazine, but subsists mainly on funds provided by his family.", "He is a professor of the history of English literature.", "He is a librarian, which gives him access to many obscure works about literature." ], [ "Quidley appeared shorter, but only because Kay was wearing stiletto heels.", "Quidley was shorter.", "Kay was shorter.", "Quidley and Kay were the same height." ], [ "The first two messages were on yellow paper, while the third message was on white typing bond paper.", "The first two messages were written in italics, and the third message was plain text. ", "The first two messages have one set of repeated letters at the start and end, while the third one has a different set of repeated letters.", "The first two messages were folded into quarters, while the third message was just a doubled piece of paper." ], [ "They were short and stuck out every which way, as if they had been confined beneath a hat.", "They were curly and a lustrous dark black color.", "They smelled like a flower-scented shampoo.", "They were the same color as her eyes." ], [ "Quidley ponders what kind of association would have the kind of code he observed and in playing with the word order of a cliched phrase, generates the idea that it could be emissaries from a government not on this planet.", "The mere fact that the girl is in the literature section of a library is suspicious.", "Kay’s highly sensual come-on to Quidley the first time she goes to his place is very alien.", "It’s not normal for a girl to drive herself home in a convertible at night." ], [ "Because Quidley is clearly not the marrying kind.", "Because Quidley hates to travel and now he was going to have to go a long way from home.", "Because she was not really his type, yet he fell for her anyway.", "Because she is actually the perfect mate for him." ], [ "Kay was responsible for providing a pool of men to take back to her planet.", "Kay and the other women were looking for secretarial jobs, and were critiquing each other’s typing skills.", "Kay and the other women were rating the men they had dated.", "Kay and the other women were using the coded notes the same way Quidley used “Operation-Spill-the-Sugar” – as a pick-up method to attract men’s attention." ], [ "She came to round up men who were aberrant or useless on Earth and take them back to her planet as husbands.", "She came as part of an advance guard to assess the intelligence and capabilities of humans.", "She came to learn about human culture and take the best aspects of it back to her planet.", "She came to share the Good News about Second Coming, which has taken place on Fieu Dayol." ] ]

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[ [ "flowing like a mighty and majestic river before his literary vision:\n the authentic and awe-inspiring background; the hordes of colorful\n characters; the handsome virile hero, the compelling Helenesque", "paintings, not to mention old wine and old whiskey. But most of all he\n liked young girls. He especially liked them when they looked the way\n Helen of Troy must have looked when Paris took one gander at her and", "beside him, tall and bewitching; Helenesque as ever. Her blue eyes\n became great wells into which he found himself falling. With an effort,", "Her boy friend turned out to be her girl friend, and her girl friend\n turned out to be a tall and lissome, lovely with a Helenesque air of\n her own. From the vantage point of a strategically located reading", "started building his ladder. This one was tall, with hyacinth hair and\n liquid blue eyes, and she had a Grecian symmetry of shape that would\n have made Paris' eyes pop had he been around to take notice. Paris", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "library. The following evening, however, after readying his apartment\n for the forthcoming assignation, he hied himself to his reading-table\n post and took up\nThe Zeitgeist", "mentally, of course—notes were for the hacks and the other commercial\n non-geniuses who infested the modern literary world. Closing his eyes,\n he saw the whole vivid panorama of epic action and grand adventure", "Since when, Quidley wondered, refolding the paper and putting it back\n in the book, had high-school typing students taken to reading Taine?\n Thoughtfully he replaced the book on the shelf and moved deeper into", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nUp until the moment when he first looked into Hippolyte Adolphe Taine's\nHistory of English Literature", "his eyes to the\nAnabasis\nand henceforth followed her progress out of\n their corners. When she came to the O's she paused, took down a book", "He had just taken down Xenophon's\nAnabasis\nwhen he saw the girl walk\n in the door.", "\"I didn't know you had a taste for Taine.\"\nHer voice seemed to come from far away, but she was standing right", "same code. And certainly it was reasonable to assume that the last\n word—\nYoolna\n—was the name of the girl he had just seen, and that", "table, where he was keeping company with his favorite little magazine,\nThe Zeitgeist\n, Quidley watched her take a seemingly haphazard route\n to the shelf where Taine's", "Well, perhaps not quite as unintelligible. He knew, at least, who Cai\n was, and he knew—from the reappearance of the words\nwotnid\n,", "heroine.... God, it was going to be great! The best thing he'd ever\n done! See, already there was a crowd of book lovers in front of the", "were ten thousand to one. And yet there was no gainsaying that the\n volume was in the girl's hands, and that she was riffling through it\n with the air of a seasoned browser.", "they were foreigners. But what on earth foreign organization would be\n quixotic enough to employ Taine's\nHistory of English Literature\nas a", "violently. I.e., \"marriage\". Just the same, he decided to keep Taine's\nHistory\nunder observation for a while." ], [ "Quidley winced. He was allergic to the term. Not that he ever let the\n presence of a boy friend deter him when he set out to conquer, but", ", Herbert Quidley's penchant for old\n books had netted him nothing in the way of romance and intrigue.\n Not that he was a stranger to either. Far from it. But hitherto the", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "wasn't, but Quidley's eyes, did the job.", "Let it be said forthwith that old books were not the only item on\n Herbert Quidley's penchant-list. He liked old wood, too, and old", "\"Perfectly.\"\n\n\n \"Good-by for now then, Mr. Quidley.\"", "table, where he was keeping company with his favorite little magazine,\nThe Zeitgeist\n, Quidley watched her take a seemingly haphazard route\n to the shelf where Taine's", "Quidley glowed. Usually it required two or three days, and sometimes a\n week, to reach the apartment phase. \"Fine,\" he said. \"When can I expect\n you?\"", "The following evening found Quidley on tenter-hooks. The\nsnoll-doper\nmystery had acquired a new tang. He could hardly wait till the next\n message transfer took place.", "along with her.\nA station wagon came up behind them, slowed, and matched its speed\n with theirs. \"Someone's following us,\" Quidley said.", "Since when, Quidley wondered, refolding the paper and putting it back\n in the book, had high-school typing students taken to reading Taine?\n Thoughtfully he replaced the book on the shelf and moved deeper into", "The city was thinning out around them now, and a few stars were visible\n in the night sky. Quidley watched them thoughtfully for a while. Then:\n \"What ship?\" he said.", "\"It's—it's almost like foam rubber. Cigarette?\" \"Thanks.... Is\n something wrong, Mr. Quidley?\" \"No, of course not. Why?\" \"Your hands", "Her boy friend turned out to be her girl friend, and her girl friend\n turned out to be a tall and lissome, lovely with a Helenesque air of\n her own. From the vantage point of a strategically located reading", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "my\nprofile,\n Mr. Quidley?\"\nWould\nhe! \"When can I call?\"", "\"I'm hopelessly clumsy,\" he continued smoothly, brushing the gleaming\n crystals from her pleated skirt, noting the clean sweep of her thighs.\n \"I beseech you to forgive me.\"", "After coming in the door, the girl deposited a book on the librarian's\n desk and headed for the literature section. Quickly Quidley lowered", "\"Next,\" Kay said.\n\n\n Quidley shook his head. \"You're not taking\nme\nto another planet!\"" ], [ "wasn't, but Quidley's eyes, did the job.", "\"Perfectly.\"\n\n\n \"Good-by for now then, Mr. Quidley.\"", "Quidley winced. He was allergic to the term. Not that he ever let the\n presence of a boy friend deter him when he set out to conquer, but", "\"Probably Jilka.\"\n\n\n Five minutes later the station wagon turned down a side street and\n disappeared. \"She's no longer with us,\" Quidley said.", "The city was thinning out around them now, and a few stars were visible\n in the night sky. Quidley watched them thoughtfully for a while. Then:\n \"What ship?\" he said.", ", Herbert Quidley's penchant for old\n books had netted him nothing in the way of romance and intrigue.\n Not that he was a stranger to either. Far from it. But hitherto the", "along with her.\nA station wagon came up behind them, slowed, and matched its speed\n with theirs. \"Someone's following us,\" Quidley said.", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "Quidley glowed. Usually it required two or three days, and sometimes a\n week, to reach the apartment phase. \"Fine,\" he said. \"When can I expect\n you?\"", "Let it be said forthwith that old books were not the only item on\n Herbert Quidley's penchant-list. He liked old wood, too, and old", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "The following evening found Quidley on tenter-hooks. The\nsnoll-doper\nmystery had acquired a new tang. He could hardly wait till the next\n message transfer took place.", "\"It's—it's almost like foam rubber. Cigarette?\" \"Thanks.... Is\n something wrong, Mr. Quidley?\" \"No, of course not. Why?\" \"Your hands", "Since when, Quidley wondered, refolding the paper and putting it back\n in the book, had high-school typing students taken to reading Taine?\n Thoughtfully he replaced the book on the shelf and moved deeper into", "table, where he was keeping company with his favorite little magazine,\nThe Zeitgeist\n, Quidley watched her take a seemingly haphazard route\n to the shelf where Taine's", "bookstore, staring into the window where the new Herbert Quidley was\n on display, trying to force its way into the jammed interior....\nCut\n to interior.", "my\nprofile,\n Mr. Quidley?\"\nWould\nhe! \"When can I call?\"", "After coming in the door, the girl deposited a book on the librarian's\n desk and headed for the literature section. Quickly Quidley lowered", "ed, olro—Jilka. a;sldkfj a;sldkfj a;sldkfj a;sldkfj\nQuidley sighed. What, he asked himself, standing in the library aisle", "\"Next,\" Kay said.\n\n\n Quidley shook his head. \"You're not taking\nme\nto another planet!\"" ], [ "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "\"Next,\" Kay said.\n\n\n Quidley shook his head. \"You're not taking\nme\nto another planet!\"", "wasn't, but Quidley's eyes, did the job.", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "along with her.\nA station wagon came up behind them, slowed, and matched its speed\n with theirs. \"Someone's following us,\" Quidley said.", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "She stood up and he got to his feet beside her. She was even taller\n than he had thought. In fact, if he hadn't been wearing Cuban heels,", "Quidley winced. He was allergic to the term. Not that he ever let the\n presence of a boy friend deter him when he set out to conquer, but", "The city was thinning out around them now, and a few stars were visible\n in the night sky. Quidley watched them thoughtfully for a while. Then:\n \"What ship?\" he said.", "Lights danced in the darkness behind them as another car jounced down\n the rutted road. \"Jilka,\" Kay said. \"I wonder if she got him.\"", "\"Smith. Kay Smith.\" She set the cup back on the counter and turned and\n faced him. For a second her eyes seemed to expand till they preoccupied", "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "\"Perfectly.\"\n\n\n \"Good-by for now then, Mr. Quidley.\"", "Kay didn't show up till almost closing time, and he was beginning\n to think that perhaps she wouldn't come around for the pickup till", "He returned Taine to the shelf. After learning from the librarian that\n the girl's name was Kay Smith, he went out and got in his hardtop. The", "Quidley glowed. Usually it required two or three days, and sometimes a\n week, to reach the apartment phase. \"Fine,\" he said. \"When can I expect\n you?\"", "You could hardly call Kay a girl scout, though.", "are trembling.\" \"Oh. I'm—I'm afraid it's the present company, Miss\n Smith.\" \"Call me Kay.\"", "Let it be said forthwith that old books were not the only item on\n Herbert Quidley's penchant-list. He liked old wood, too, and old", "\"Probably Jilka.\"\n\n\n Five minutes later the station wagon turned down a side street and\n disappeared. \"She's no longer with us,\" Quidley said." ], [ "The following evening found Quidley on tenter-hooks. The\nsnoll-doper\nmystery had acquired a new tang. He could hardly wait till the next\n message transfer took place.", "After she left he wasted no time in acquainting himself with the second\n message. It was as unintelligible as the first:", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "tomorrow when she finally walked in the door. She employed the same\n tactics she had employed the previous night, arriving, as though by\n chance, at the T-section and transferring the message with the same", "\"Kai\"—or \"Kay\". Obviously, then, the exercise had been a message, and\n had been deliberately inserted in a book no average person would dream\n of borrowing.", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "along with her.\nA station wagon came up behind them, slowed, and matched its speed\n with theirs. \"Someone's following us,\" Quidley said.", "In telling him that she would be in town two nights hence, Kay had\n unwittingly apprised him that there would be no exchange of messages\n until that time, so the next evening he skipped his vigil at the", "He remembered how the asdf-;lkj exercise had given way to several lines\n of gibberish and then reappeared again. A camouflaged message? Or was", "Well, perhaps not quite as unintelligible. He knew, at least, who Cai\n was, and he knew—from the reappearance of the words\nwotnid\n,", "Quidley glowed. Usually it required two or three days, and sometimes a\n week, to reach the apartment phase. \"Fine,\" he said. \"When can I expect\n you?\"", "\"Perfectly.\"\n\n\n \"Good-by for now then, Mr. Quidley.\"", "Message no. 4, except for a slight variation in camouflage, ran true to\n form:", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "The camouflage had varied, but the message was typical enough:", "The city was thinning out around them now, and a few stars were visible\n in the night sky. Quidley watched them thoughtfully for a while. Then:\n \"What ship?\" he said.", "\"It's—it's almost like foam rubber. Cigarette?\" \"Thanks.... Is\n something wrong, Mr. Quidley?\" \"No, of course not. Why?\" \"Your hands", "They climbed into her convertible and she nosed it into the moving line\n of cars. \"How long have you been reading my mail?\" she asked.\n\n\n \"Since the night before I met you.\"", "On page 21 of the Taine tome he happened upon a sheet of yellow copy\n paper folded in four. Unfolding it, he read:", "\"Probably Jilka.\"\n\n\n Five minutes later the station wagon turned down a side street and\n disappeared. \"She's no longer with us,\" Quidley said." ], [ "Skin, mostly, in the upper regions. White, glowing skin on which her\n long hair lay like forest pools. As for her dress, it was as though", "beside him, tall and bewitching; Helenesque as ever. Her blue eyes\n became great wells into which he found himself falling. With an effort,", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "started building his ladder. This one was tall, with hyacinth hair and\n liquid blue eyes, and she had a Grecian symmetry of shape that would\n have made Paris' eyes pop had he been around to take notice. Paris", "Lights danced in the darkness behind them as another car jounced down\n the rutted road. \"Jilka,\" Kay said. \"I wonder if she got him.\"", "you.... You haven't mentioned my perfume yet. Perhaps I'm standing too\n far away.... There!\" \"It's—it's as lovely as your hair, Kay.\" \"Um,", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "Quidley winced. He was allergic to the term. Not that he ever let the\n presence of a boy friend deter him when he set out to conquer, but", "\"I'm hopelessly clumsy,\" he continued smoothly, brushing the gleaming\n crystals from her pleated skirt, noting the clean sweep of her thighs.\n \"I beseech you to forgive me.\"", "Her boy friend turned out to be her girl friend, and her girl friend\n turned out to be a tall and lissome, lovely with a Helenesque air of\n her own. From the vantage point of a strategically located reading", "wasn't, but Quidley's eyes, did the job.", "And yet there she was, walking in the door, tall and blue-eyed and\n graceful; dark of hair and noble of mien; browsing in the philosophy", "are trembling.\" \"Oh. I'm—I'm afraid it's the present company, Miss\n Smith.\" \"Call me Kay.\"", "\"Smith. Kay Smith.\" She set the cup back on the counter and turned and\n faced him. For a second her eyes seemed to expand till they preoccupied", "Let it be said forthwith that old books were not the only item on\n Herbert Quidley's penchant-list. He liked old wood, too, and old", "After coming in the door, the girl deposited a book on the librarian's\n desk and headed for the literature section. Quickly Quidley lowered", "He returned Taine to the shelf. After learning from the librarian that\n the girl's name was Kay Smith, he went out and got in his hardtop. The" ], [ "and staring at the indecipherable words, was a normal girl like Kay\n doing in such a childish secret society? From the way she and her\n correspondents carried on you'd almost think they were Martian girl", "\"Smith. Kay Smith.\" She set the cup back on the counter and turned and\n faced him. For a second her eyes seemed to expand till they preoccupied", "He remembered Kay's odd accent. Was that the way a person would speak\n English if her own language ran something like \"\nist ifedereret, hid\n jestig snoll doper adwo\n?\"", "\"Kai\"—or \"Kay\". Obviously, then, the exercise had been a message, and\n had been deliberately inserted in a book no average person would dream\n of borrowing.", "\"Next,\" Kay said.\n\n\n Quidley shook his head. \"You're not taking\nme\nto another planet!\"", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "are trembling.\" \"Oh. I'm—I'm afraid it's the present company, Miss\n Smith.\" \"Call me Kay.\"", "Lights danced in the darkness behind them as another car jounced down\n the rutted road. \"Jilka,\" Kay said. \"I wonder if she got him.\"", "you.... You haven't mentioned my perfume yet. Perhaps I'm standing too\n far away.... There!\" \"It's—it's as lovely as your hair, Kay.\" \"Um,", "was; whether she would reveal the nature of the amateur\n secret society to which she and Klio and Yoolna and Gorka belonged.\n It virtually had to be an amateur secret society. Unless, of course,", "Her boy friend turned out to be her girl friend, and her girl friend\n turned out to be a tall and lissome, lovely with a Helenesque air of\n her own. From the vantage point of a strategically located reading", "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "\"It's—it's almost like foam rubber. Cigarette?\" \"Thanks.... Is\n something wrong, Mr. Quidley?\" \"No, of course not. Why?\" \"Your hands", "—or\n mates—on other worlds. It's quite legal and quite respectable. As a\n matter of fact, we even have schools specializing in alien cultures", "Skin, mostly, in the upper regions. White, glowing skin on which her\n long hair lay like forest pools. As for her dress, it was as though", "\"Though such conduct, I'm told, is morally reprehensible on the planet\n Earth.\" \"Not in this particular circle. Your hair is lovely.\" \"Thank", "In telling him that she would be in town two nights hence, Kay had\n unwittingly apprised him that there would be no exchange of messages\n until that time, so the next evening he skipped his vigil at the", "He returned Taine to the shelf. After learning from the librarian that\n the girl's name was Kay Smith, he went out and got in his hardtop. The", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay." ], [ "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "\"Next,\" Kay said.\n\n\n Quidley shook his head. \"You're not taking\nme\nto another planet!\"", "Quidley winced. He was allergic to the term. Not that he ever let the\n presence of a boy friend deter him when he set out to conquer, but", "Lights danced in the darkness behind them as another car jounced down\n the rutted road. \"Jilka,\" Kay said. \"I wonder if she got him.\"", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "In telling him that she would be in town two nights hence, Kay had\n unwittingly apprised him that there would be no exchange of messages\n until that time, so the next evening he skipped his vigil at the", "are trembling.\" \"Oh. I'm—I'm afraid it's the present company, Miss\n Smith.\" \"Call me Kay.\"", "She prodded his ribs. \"March,\" she said.\n\n\n He marched. Halfway up the plank he glanced back over his shoulder for\n a better look at the object pressed against his back.", "along with her.\nA station wagon came up behind them, slowed, and matched its speed\n with theirs. \"Someone's following us,\" Quidley said.", "\"Smith. Kay Smith.\" She set the cup back on the counter and turned and\n faced him. For a second her eyes seemed to expand till they preoccupied", "The city was thinning out around them now, and a few stars were visible\n in the night sky. Quidley watched them thoughtfully for a while. Then:\n \"What ship?\" he said.", ", Herbert Quidley's penchant for old\n books had netted him nothing in the way of romance and intrigue.\n Not that he was a stranger to either. Far from it. But hitherto the", "\"It's—it's almost like foam rubber. Cigarette?\" \"Thanks.... Is\n something wrong, Mr. Quidley?\" \"No, of course not. Why?\" \"Your hands", "He remembered Kay's odd accent. Was that the way a person would speak\n English if her own language ran something like \"\nist ifedereret, hid\n jestig snoll doper adwo\n?\"", "table, where he was keeping company with his favorite little magazine,\nThe Zeitgeist\n, Quidley watched her take a seemingly haphazard route\n to the shelf where Taine's", "You could hardly call Kay a girl scout, though.", "\"Kai\"—or \"Kay\". Obviously, then, the exercise had been a message, and\n had been deliberately inserted in a book no average person would dream\n of borrowing.", "was,\" she said.\n \"Unfortunately interstellar law severely limits us in our choice of\n marriageable males, and we can take only those who refuse to conform" ], [ "and glanced through it. Then she replaced it and moved on to the\n P's ... the Q's ... the R's. Barely three feet from him she paused\n again and took down Taine's", "He returned Taine to the shelf. After learning from the librarian that\n the girl's name was Kay Smith, he went out and got in his hardtop. The", "\"Kai\"—or \"Kay\". Obviously, then, the exercise had been a message, and\n had been deliberately inserted in a book no average person would dream\n of borrowing.", "and staring at the indecipherable words, was a normal girl like Kay\n doing in such a childish secret society? From the way she and her\n correspondents carried on you'd almost think they were Martian girl", "As soon as she disappeared, Quidley stepped over to the T's and took\n Taine down once more. Just as he had suspected. The makeshift bookmark\n was gone.", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "Since when, Quidley wondered, refolding the paper and putting it back\n in the book, had high-school typing students taken to reading Taine?\n Thoughtfully he replaced the book on the shelf and moved deeper into", "On page 21 of the Taine tome he happened upon a sheet of yellow copy\n paper folded in four. Unfolding it, he read:", "\"I didn't know you had a taste for Taine.\"\nHer voice seemed to come from far away, but she was standing right", "were ten thousand to one. And yet there was no gainsaying that the\n volume was in the girl's hands, and that she was riffling through it\n with the air of a seasoned browser.", "After coming in the door, the girl deposited a book on the librarian's\n desk and headed for the literature section. Quickly Quidley lowered", "She appropriated the message, read it. \"Put the book back,\" she said\n presently. Then, when he complied: \"Come on.\"\n\n\n \"Where are we going?\"", "In telling him that she would be in town two nights hence, Kay had\n unwittingly apprised him that there would be no exchange of messages\n until that time, so the next evening he skipped his vigil at the", "History\nreposed, take the volume down,\n surreptitiously slip a folded sheet of yellow paper between its pages\n and return it to the shelf.", "table, where he was keeping company with his favorite little magazine,\nThe Zeitgeist\n, Quidley watched her take a seemingly haphazard route\n to the shelf where Taine's", "library. The following evening, however, after readying his apartment\n for the forthcoming assignation, he hied himself to his reading-table\n post and took up\nThe Zeitgeist", "are trembling.\" \"Oh. I'm—I'm afraid it's the present company, Miss\n Smith.\" \"Call me Kay.\"", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "Presently she returned the book to the shelf, selected\n another—seemingly at random—and took it over to the librarian's desk.", "She waited statuesquely while the librarian processed it, then tucked\n it under her arm and whisked out the door into the misty April night." ], [ "\"Kai\"—or \"Kay\". Obviously, then, the exercise had been a message, and\n had been deliberately inserted in a book no average person would dream\n of borrowing.", "when he saw Kay coming down the walk. Anyway, running away wouldn't\n solve his problem. A complete disappearing act was in order, and a\n complete disappearing act would take time. Meanwhile he would play", "\"Next,\" Kay said.\n\n\n Quidley shook his head. \"You're not taking\nme\nto another planet!\"", "In telling him that she would be in town two nights hence, Kay had\n unwittingly apprised him that there would be no exchange of messages\n until that time, so the next evening he skipped his vigil at the", "Lights danced in the darkness behind them as another car jounced down\n the rutted road. \"Jilka,\" Kay said. \"I wonder if she got him.\"", "and staring at the indecipherable words, was a normal girl like Kay\n doing in such a childish secret society? From the way she and her\n correspondents carried on you'd almost think they were Martian girl", "He remembered Kay's odd accent. Was that the way a person would speak\n English if her own language ran something like \"\nist ifedereret, hid\n jestig snoll doper adwo\n?\"", "were the\n topic of the day. Annoyed, Quidley replaced the message and put the\n book back on the shelf. Then he returned to his apartment to await Kay.", "He returned Taine to the shelf. After learning from the librarian that\n the girl's name was Kay Smith, he went out and got in his hardtop. The", "\"Smith. Kay Smith.\" She set the cup back on the counter and turned and\n faced him. For a second her eyes seemed to expand till they preoccupied", "They touched glasses: \"Your liquor is as exquisite as your living room,\n Herbert. I shall have to come here more often.\" \"I hope you will, Kay.\"", "You could hardly call Kay a girl scout, though.", "been thinking that she was the key figure in a Martian plot to blow up\n Earth—", "are trembling.\" \"Oh. I'm—I'm afraid it's the present company, Miss\n Smith.\" \"Call me Kay.\"", "Kay didn't show up till almost closing time, and he was beginning\n to think that perhaps she wouldn't come around for the pickup till", "you.... You haven't mentioned my perfume yet. Perhaps I'm standing too\n far away.... There!\" \"It's—it's as lovely as your hair, Kay.\" \"Um,", "was; whether she would reveal the nature of the amateur\n secret society to which she and Klio and Yoolna and Gorka belonged.\n It virtually had to be an amateur secret society. Unless, of course,", "\"Though such conduct, I'm told, is morally reprehensible on the planet\n Earth.\" \"Not in this particular circle. Your hair is lovely.\" \"Thank", "\"I'm hopelessly clumsy,\" he continued smoothly, brushing the gleaming\n crystals from her pleated skirt, noting the clean sweep of her thighs.\n \"I beseech you to forgive me.\"", "She appropriated the message, read it. \"Put the book back,\" she said\n presently. Then, when he complied: \"Come on.\"\n\n\n \"Where are we going?\"" ] ]

[ "Why did the incoming travelers from space make Ground Control wait so long for an answer to their hail?", "How many years passed between the time of the nuclear conflicts on earth and the time when the space ships were sent out to seek new inhabitable planets?", "How did the two space travelers stay alive throughout their journey, which was much longer than a human lifespan?", "Why did the president tell the assembled people that Michael’s summary of their space journey was not quite correct?", "Why was Michael’s video so upsetting to the members of the president’s council?", "What inconsistency does Michael point out between the president’s displeasure at him at the loss of hope in finding another habitable planet, and the president’s and the council’s reaction to his videos?", "What is mentioned repeatedly in the text that Michael’s wife says she is glad to be away from once they have left the city?", "What do Michael and his wife decide to during the time when the president and council are deliberating?", "What is really driving Mary's desire to get out and live upon the Earth?", "How do Michael and Mary make their escape from the city?" ]

[ [ "Michael and Mary were arguing over who should have the honor of being the first to reply after such a long trip.", "Earth’s language had changed a lot in 2,000 years, and they couldn’t understand what the Earthside transmitter was saying.", "They were trying to decide whether to tell them that their mission had failed to find a habitable planet.", "Their radio wasn’t working because the heat of re-entry always cuts off radio transmission during a space landing." ], [ "3 millennia", "2 millennia", "5 millennia", "It was so long ago that no one alive now on Earth really knows." ], [ "They slept in cryogenic berths and were only re-warmed when the ship’s computer detected possible search targets.", "The original astronauts were all married couples, and successive generations simply had children and trained them to carry out the mission after their forefathers. ", "At regular intervals, they used special cells from their bodies to create and rear clones of themselves.", "Because the spaceships traveled at very close to light speed, their aging process was slowed enough that their journey could be completed in one relativistic human lifetime." ], [ "The message was simply unacceptable, and neither the president nor the people were prepared to hear it. The crowd was on the verge of panic, and he wanted to prevent unrest.", "The president suspected that the original Michael and his wife had been replaced by people from an alien world during the journey, and that this was the aliens’ message to Earthlings: stay here and die, we won’t help.", "Michael and his wife were from the opposite political party from the president, and the president thought that Michael and his wife were just telling lies to hurt his chances of re-election.", "The president just wanted to hear all the evidence first, then he would tell everyone the hard truth." ], [ "Council positions were hereditary, and the council members were upset at watching some of their forefathers die violent deaths in the video.", "They were upset at having their time wasted watching video of deaths that happened so long ago that they weren’t that relevant to the council members.", "The council members thought they could have done a better job on the mission and brought the whole fleet of a thousand people back home safely. They were upset at the incompetence they saw.", "Because they were seeing images of people dying from some of the hazards of space travel, such as ships blowing up, and Earthlings were no longer accustomed to this, having eliminated all risk of anything but a natural, peaceful death centuries ago." ], [ "If Michael HAD found a habitable location out in space somewhere, human society would doubtless change again in the meantime, and people might actually enjoy violence.", "It doesn’t really matter what the president thought of either the violent deaths in the video or the hopeless news, because they would never be able to put a significant number of colonists on ships – the whole enterprise was doomed from the start.", "He points out that the president is being psychologically violent against Michael and his wife, and that is inconsistent with the society’s supposed position on violence.", "If Michael HAD found a habitable location out in space somewhere, getting there would involve the same kinds of casualties and accidents that he portrayed in his film." ], [ "The wailing hysteria of the crowds, who she views as weak.", "The noise of pumps and other machinery.", "She hopes she never sees another video screen as long as she lives.", "She is glad to be away from the seagulls that hang around the seawater processing plant." ], [ "They decide to kill themselves in front of the entire populace to complete the destruction of the last, remnant human population on Earth. ", "They believe that the president will force them to return to space to lead a second expedition, and they would rather die by their own hands.", "They decide that if their freedom to leave the city is curtailed, they will kill themselves rather than submit.", "They decide that if their freedom to leave the city is curtailed, they will threaten the president and council with having to watch them die, as leverage." ], [ "She likes desert landscapes.", "She doesn't want any of the available jobs in the city.", "She is pregnant.", "She is claustrophobic." ], [ "Their escape was not successful. They threatened the president with the lockets, he called their bluff, and when they tried to activate the lockets, they didn’t work because they were so old. ", "They threaten their guard with their lockets, and in fear, he gives them a ground car and escorts them to the city gates, in secret.", "As soon as Michael and Mary make plain their desire to live outside the city, they become anathema to the city dwellers, and the president all but says, “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”", "Not everyone in the city shares the mainstream views of the citizens that it is crazy to leave. A small group of sympathizers arranges for a ground car and supplies, and from the shadows, they watch Michael and Mary leave, hoping to join them someday." ] ]

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[ [ "a long time ago, in outer space. You all went into hysterics at the\n sight of them. Our deaths now would be close and terrible to see.\"", "A note of hysteria stabbed into the radio voice. \"Are you all right?\n Stand by! We're sending a rescue ship.\"", "He looked at her for a moment. Then he flipped a switch. \"Milky Way to\n Earth. Never mind the rescue ship. We're all right. We're coming in.\"", "He was still for a long time. \"Sometimes, Mary, I think I don't know\n you at all.\" A pause. \"And so now you and I are back where we started.\n Which'll it be, space or Earth?\"", "The picture faded in, close to one of the long, needle nosed crafts,\n showing inside, a man and a woman. Time was telescoped again while the", "\"There—there've been changes,\" he said, \"since you've been out in\n space. There isn't a person on Earth who's seen a violent death for\n hundreds of years.\"", "\"We should have delivered our message by radio,\" he said, \"and gone\n back into space.\"\n\n\n \"You could probably still go,\" she said quietly.", "\"I came from the Earth,\" she said quietly. \"And I've got to go back to\n it. Space is so cold and frightening. Steel walls and blackness and\n the rockets and the little pinpoints of light. It's a prison.\"", "time ago. That, of course, is why the expedition was sent out. And now\n you've come back to us with this terrible news.\" He looked around,", "bodies. Then the ones who had been the scar tissue disintegrated them\n in the coffin-like tubes and let their dust be sucked out into\n space—all this through millions of miles and a hundred years,", "been in the past, and you will stay in solitary confinement until the\n time when, perhaps, we can migrate to another planet. We feel that\n hope must not be destroyed. And so another expedition is being sent", "\"We'll go back out into space,\" he said. \"It's clean out there. I'm\n tired. Two thousand years of reincarnation.\"", "\"We want a ground car,\" said Michael. \"And supplies.\"\n\n\n \"A ground car,\" repeated the President. \"And—supplies.... Yes.\"", "It was night. The city had been lost beyond the dead mounds of Earth\n that rolled away behind them, like a thousand ancient tombs. The\n ground car sat still on a crumbling road.", "\"We've made our choice. We want an answer. Quickly! Now!\"\n\n\n The President's body sagged. \"What—what is it you want?\"", "Haltingly he said, \"Go. Please go. Out onto the Earth—to die. You\nwill\ndie. The Earth is dead out there. You'll never see the city or\n your people again.\"", "And then Michael's voice, \"The thousand who left with us are dead. For\n some time we've known the other planets in our solar system were", "They saw and heard chemical analyses, were aware of this ocean of\n blackness and clouds of white through which man might move, and must\n ever move, because he could live only upon this floating dust speck", "out. It may be that, in time, on another planet, you'll be able to\n take your place in our society.\"", "like comets, toward the clustered star smear. And then silent thoughts\n flashed from the screen into the minds of the spectators; of time\n passing in months, years and centuries, passing and passing until they" ], [ "\"Two thousand years. From one end of the galaxy to the other. Not one\n grain of dust we can live on. Just Earth. And it's burned to a\n cinder.\"", "been in the past, and you will stay in solitary confinement until the\n time when, perhaps, we can migrate to another planet. We feel that\n hope must not be destroyed. And so another expedition is being sent", "bodies. Then the ones who had been the scar tissue disintegrated them\n in the coffin-like tubes and let their dust be sucked out into\n space—all this through millions of miles and a hundred years,", "\"There will be no escort,\" said the President firmly. \"No one has been\n allowed to go out upon the Earth or to fly above it for many hundreds", "\"There—there've been changes,\" he said, \"since you've been out in\n space. There isn't a person on Earth who's seen a violent death for\n hundreds of years.\"", "\"But even if we'd found another habitable planet, getting to it would\n involve just what we've shown you. Maybe only a tenth of the people\n who left Earth, or a hundredth, would ever reach a destination out in\n space.\"", "\"We'll go back out into space,\" he said. \"It's clean out there. I'm\n tired. Two thousand years of reincarnation.\"", "ship suddenly died and the ship floated into an orbit around a great,\n yellow planet, ten times the size of Jupiter, then was sucked into it.\n Another burst like a bomb, flinging a man and woman out into the", "\"Such a thing,\" he said, smiling grimly, \"hasn't happened on Earth for\n three thousand years. I can remember in school, reading in the history", "\"I came from the Earth,\" she said quietly. \"And I've got to go back to\n it. Space is so cold and frightening. Steel walls and blackness and\n the rockets and the little pinpoints of light. It's a prison.\"", "And then Michael's voice, \"The thousand who left with us are dead. For\n some time we've known the other planets in our solar system were", "\"The sins of our past, Mr. Nelson,\" said the President. \"The Atomic\n wars five thousand years ago. And the greed. It was too late a long", "It was night. The city had been lost beyond the dead mounds of Earth\n that rolled away behind them, like a thousand ancient tombs. The\n ground car sat still on a crumbling road.", "\"This will be your new home. It was found and then lost. But another\n expedition will be sent out to find it again. Be of good hope.\n Everything will be all right.\"", "a long time ago, in outer space. You all went into hysterics at the\n sight of them. Our deaths now would be close and terrible to see.\"", "time ago. That, of course, is why the expedition was sent out. And now\n you've come back to us with this terrible news.\" He looked around,", "The picture faded in, close to one of the long, needle nosed crafts,\n showing inside, a man and a woman. Time was telescoped again while the", "Haltingly he said, \"Go. Please go. Out onto the Earth—to die. You\nwill\ndie. The Earth is dead out there. You'll never see the city or\n your people again.\"", "uninhabitable. Now we've been from one end of the galaxy to the other.\n And this is what we've found.... We were given Earth. There's no place", "He was still for a long time. \"Sometimes, Mary, I think I don't know\n you at all.\" A pause. \"And so now you and I are back where we started.\n Which'll it be, space or Earth?\"" ], [ "bodies. Then the ones who had been the scar tissue disintegrated them\n in the coffin-like tubes and let their dust be sucked out into\n space—all this through millions of miles and a hundred years,", "extend themselves into babies. Saw them taken from the bottles and\n cared for, and become replicas of the man and woman controlling the\n ship, who, all this time were aging, until life went out of their", "The picture faded in, close to one of the long, needle nosed crafts,\n showing inside, a man and a woman. Time was telescoped again while the", "ship suddenly died and the ship floated into an orbit around a great,\n yellow planet, ten times the size of Jupiter, then was sucked into it.\n Another burst like a bomb, flinging a man and woman out into the", "\"We'll go back out into space,\" he said. \"It's clean out there. I'm\n tired. Two thousand years of reincarnation.\"", "\"There—there've been changes,\" he said, \"since you've been out in\n space. There isn't a person on Earth who's seen a violent death for\n hundreds of years.\"", "been in the past, and you will stay in solitary confinement until the\n time when, perhaps, we can migrate to another planet. We feel that\n hope must not be destroyed. And so another expedition is being sent", "They saw and heard chemical analyses, were aware of this ocean of\n blackness and clouds of white through which man might move, and must\n ever move, because he could live only upon this floating dust speck", "a long time ago, in outer space. You all went into hysterics at the\n sight of them. Our deaths now would be close and terrible to see.\"", "Michael threw the words. \"To go beyond the force fields of the city.\n To go far out onto the Earth and live as long as we can, and then to\n die a natural death.\"", "and sun and dust. It's really not much different from being out in\n space. We live in the car just like in a space ship. We've enough", "\"Two thousand years. From one end of the galaxy to the other. Not one\n grain of dust we can live on. Just Earth. And it's burned to a\n cinder.\"", "He was still for a long time. \"Sometimes, Mary, I think I don't know\n you at all.\" A pause. \"And so now you and I are back where we started.\n Which'll it be, space or Earth?\"", "He looked at her for a moment. Then he flipped a switch. \"Milky Way to\n Earth. Never mind the rescue ship. We're all right. We're coming in.\"", "\"I came from the Earth,\" she said quietly. \"And I've got to go back to\n it. Space is so cold and frightening. Steel walls and blackness and\n the rockets and the little pinpoints of light. It's a prison.\"", "out. It may be that, in time, on another planet, you'll be able to\n take your place in our society.\"", "\"How sorry are you,\" she said quietly, \"coming with me?\"\n\n\n \"All I know is, if I were out in space for long without you, I'd kill\n myself.\"", "\"We've been searching two thousand years for a truth,\" said Michael.\n \"A thousand of us have died finding it. I've told it. That's the way\n it's got to be.\"", "It was night. The city had been lost beyond the dead mounds of Earth\n that rolled away behind them, like a thousand ancient tombs. The\n ground car sat still on a crumbling road.", "And then Michael's voice, \"The thousand who left with us are dead. For\n some time we've known the other planets in our solar system were" ], [ "Michael and the woman stood above them in the center of the pale,\n hovering faces of the officials.\n\n\n \"Good God,\" said the President. \"You've got to tell them what you said\n isn't true!\"", "The President stood. \"Members of the council.\" He paused. \"As you\n heard, they report—complete failure.\" He turned to Michael. \"And now,\n the proof.\"", "A microphone was thrust into Michael's hand with the whispered\n admonition to tell the people of the great new life waiting for them,\n open and green and moist, on a virgin planet.", "\"We want a ground car,\" said Michael. \"And supplies.\"\n\n\n \"A ground car,\" repeated the President. \"And—supplies.... Yes.\"", "There was a turning to the President again and hands thrusting him\n forward to within one step of Michael and Mary, who were standing\n there close together, as though attached.", "And then Michael's voice, \"The thousand who left with us are dead. For\n some time we've known the other planets in our solar system were", "\"We've been searching two thousand years for a truth,\" said Michael.\n \"A thousand of us have died finding it. I've told it. That's the way\n it's got to be.\"", "The silence did not change.\n\n\n The President grasped Michael's arm. \"What're you saying?\"", "\"None.\"\n\n\n \"Another expedition? To Andromeda perhaps? With you the leader?\"\n\n\n Michael shook his head. \"We're finished with expeditions, Mr.\n President.\"", "wasn't entirely true. This was necessary, to avoid a panic. The people\n simply must not know the whole truth.\" He paused. \"Now we ask you to", "Michael and Mary were silent.\n\n\n \"You'll wait outside the council chambers,\" the President went on,\n \"until we have reached our decision.\"", "\"We've only one duty, Mr. President,\" said Michael sharply. \"To\n ourselves.\"\n\n\n \"You're sick. Give yourselves over to us. We'll help you.\"", "\"What you showed us was a picture,\" said the President. \"If it had\n been real, we'd all be insane by now. If it were shown to the people\n there'd be mass hysteria.\"", "Michael stared straight at the President. After a long moment, he\n raised his hand to the tiny locket at his throat.", "and the report you brought back to us from the galaxy.\" He took\n another swallow of water. \"To protect the sanity of the people, we've\n changed your report. We've also decided that the people must be", "\"There will be no escort,\" said the President firmly. \"No one has been\n allowed to go out upon the Earth or to fly above it for many hundreds", "\"What a terrible failure there's been here,\" said Michael. \"The\n neglect and destruction of a whole planet. It's like a family letting", "Michael threw the words. \"To go beyond the force fields of the city.\n To go far out onto the Earth and live as long as we can, and then to\n die a natural death.\"", "The pumps were beating, beating all through the room and the quiet.\n\n\n The President was standing. He faced Michael and Mary, and seemed to\n set himself as though to deliver a blow, or to receive one.", "\"I'm sorry,\" said Michael, \"we've been so close to violent death for\n so long.... What you've seen is part of the proof you asked for.\"" ], [ "The President stood. \"Members of the council.\" He paused. \"As you\n heard, they report—complete failure.\" He turned to Michael. \"And now,\n the proof.\"", "Michael and the woman stood above them in the center of the pale,\n hovering faces of the officials.\n\n\n \"Good God,\" said the President. \"You've got to tell them what you said\n isn't true!\"", "\"What you showed us was a picture,\" said the President. \"If it had\n been real, we'd all be insane by now. If it were shown to the people\n there'd be mass hysteria.\"", "\"I'm sorry,\" said Michael, \"we've been so close to violent death for\n so long.... What you've seen is part of the proof you asked for.\"", "Michael and Mary were holding the lockets close to their throats. The\n half circle of people, with the President at its center was moving\n closer and closer. They were sweaty faces and red ones and dry white\n ones and hands were raised to seize them.", "At this instant from the watching council, there were screams of\n horror and voices crying out, \"Shut it off! Shut it off!\" There was a\n moving about in the darkness. Murmurs and harsh cries of disapproval\n grew in volume.", "The pumps were beating, beating all through the room and the quiet.\n\n\n The President was standing. He faced Michael and Mary, and seemed to\n set himself as though to deliver a blow, or to receive one.", "Michael stared straight at the President. After a long moment, he\n raised his hand to the tiny locket at his throat.", "Michael and Mary were silent.\n\n\n \"You'll wait outside the council chambers,\" the President went on,\n \"until we have reached our decision.\"", "There was a turning to the President again and hands thrusting him\n forward to within one step of Michael and Mary, who were standing\n there close together, as though attached.", "\"We've only one duty, Mr. President,\" said Michael sharply. \"To\n ourselves.\"\n\n\n \"You're sick. Give yourselves over to us. We'll help you.\"", "\"We've been searching two thousand years for a truth,\" said Michael.\n \"A thousand of us have died finding it. I've told it. That's the way\n it's got to be.\"", "The silence did not change.\n\n\n The President grasped Michael's arm. \"What're you saying?\"", "\"If what I think you're about to say is true,\" said the President in a\n shaking voice, \"it would have been better if you'd never been born.\"", "The President staggered as though about to faint. There was a stirring\n and muttering and a jumping up along the desks. Voices cried out, in", "\"Michael.\" Her voice trembled. \"I—I don't know how to say this.\"\n\n\n He waited, frowning, watching her intently.", "ones, the flushed hot ones: all began to turn to the President, who\n was staring at the two before him like a man watching himself die in a\n mirror.", "A microphone was thrust into Michael's hand with the whispered\n admonition to tell the people of the great new life waiting for them,\n open and green and moist, on a virgin planet.", "\"What a terrible failure there's been here,\" said Michael. \"The\n neglect and destruction of a whole planet. It's like a family letting", "The watchers in the council chamber saw the bits of tissue swell into\n human embryos in a few seconds, and grow arms and legs and faces and" ], [ "The President stood. \"Members of the council.\" He paused. \"As you\n heard, they report—complete failure.\" He turned to Michael. \"And now,\n the proof.\"", "\"What a terrible failure there's been here,\" said Michael. \"The\n neglect and destruction of a whole planet. It's like a family letting", "Michael and the woman stood above them in the center of the pale,\n hovering faces of the officials.\n\n\n \"Good God,\" said the President. \"You've got to tell them what you said\n isn't true!\"", "\"None.\"\n\n\n \"Another expedition? To Andromeda perhaps? With you the leader?\"\n\n\n Michael shook his head. \"We're finished with expeditions, Mr.\n President.\"", "\"We want a ground car,\" said Michael. \"And supplies.\"\n\n\n \"A ground car,\" repeated the President. \"And—supplies.... Yes.\"", "And then Michael's voice, \"The thousand who left with us are dead. For\n some time we've known the other planets in our solar system were", "A microphone was thrust into Michael's hand with the whispered\n admonition to tell the people of the great new life waiting for them,\n open and green and moist, on a virgin planet.", "been in the past, and you will stay in solitary confinement until the\n time when, perhaps, we can migrate to another planet. We feel that\n hope must not be destroyed. And so another expedition is being sent", "Michael and Mary were silent.\n\n\n \"You'll wait outside the council chambers,\" the President went on,\n \"until we have reached our decision.\"", "\"We've only one duty, Mr. President,\" said Michael sharply. \"To\n ourselves.\"\n\n\n \"You're sick. Give yourselves over to us. We'll help you.\"", "He stared into space. \"It's hopeless. If we'd found another planet\n they could live on, they'd do the same as they've done here.\"", "\"What you showed us was a picture,\" said the President. \"If it had\n been real, we'd all be insane by now. If it were shown to the people\n there'd be mass hysteria.\"", "\"We've been searching two thousand years for a truth,\" said Michael.\n \"A thousand of us have died finding it. I've told it. That's the way\n it's got to be.\"", "The silence did not change.\n\n\n The President grasped Michael's arm. \"What're you saying?\"", "Michael stared straight at the President. After a long moment, he\n raised his hand to the tiny locket at his throat.", "\"And yet the Earth is almost dead,\" said Michael quietly, \"and you\n can't bring it back to life.\"", "\"But even if we'd found another habitable planet, getting to it would\n involve just what we've shown you. Maybe only a tenth of the people\n who left Earth, or a hundredth, would ever reach a destination out in\n space.\"", "Michael threw the words. \"To go beyond the force fields of the city.\n To go far out onto the Earth and live as long as we can, and then to\n die a natural death.\"", "\"I'm sorry,\" said Michael, \"we've been so close to violent death for\n so long.... What you've seen is part of the proof you asked for.\"", "slowly, then back to Michael. \"Can you give us any hope at all?\"" ], [ "\"We can't endure the city,\" went on Michael, \"or its life and the ways\n of the people.\" He glanced along the line of staring faces.", "Michael threw the words. \"To go beyond the force fields of the city.\n To go far out onto the Earth and live as long as we can, and then to\n die a natural death.\"", "\"I'm sorry,\" said Michael, \"we've been so close to violent death for\n so long.... What you've seen is part of the proof you asked for.\"", "Obediently the mass of faces separated, as though they were being spun\n away on a whirling disk. Michael and the woman were swallowed up, like", "Michael put his arm around Mary's waist. He felt the trembling in her\n body and the waiting for death.\n\n\n \"Stop!\" he said quietly.", "\"It does,\" he said. There were tears in his eyes and a tightness in\n his throat. \"From deep down.\"\n\n\n \"We can\nlive\nhere, Michael!\"", "the gardens were growing into mountains.\nIn their rooms, Michael and Mary were talking through the hours, and\n waiting. All around them were fragile, form-fitting chairs and", "open sky and the quiet away from those awful pounding pumps when I\n die. I want the spread of the Earth all around and the clean air. I\n want to be a real part of the Earth again.\"", "She looked up at him. \"We could go out into the wilderness, Michael,\n outside the force walls. We could go far away.\"\n\n\n He turned from her. \"It's all dead. What would be the use?\"", "\"Michael and Mary,\" he said, his voice struggling against a tightness,\n \"we've considered a long time concerning what is to be done with you", "Michael and Mary were holding the lockets close to their throats. The\n half circle of people, with the President at its center was moving\n closer and closer. They were sweaty faces and red ones and dry white\n ones and hands were raised to seize them.", "Standing at a circular window, ten feet in diameter, Michael saw, far\n below, the lights of the city extending into the darkness along the\n shoreline of the sea.", "\"We've been searching two thousand years for a truth,\" said Michael.\n \"A thousand of us have died finding it. I've told it. That's the way\n it's got to be.\"", "\"The ground feels good. I think I'll take off my shoes.\" She did.\n \"Take off your boots, Michael. Try it.\"", "\"Michael.\" Her voice trembled. \"I—I don't know how to say this.\"\n\n\n He waited, frowning, watching her intently.", "Wearily he pulled off his boots, stood in his bare feet. \"It takes me\n back.\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" she said and began walking toward the hilltop.", "They were very still together and then he turned and stood by the\n window and looked down upon the city and she came and stood beside\n him.", "\"Are we going to die out here, Michael?\" she said, gesturing toward\n the wall of night that stood at the end of the headlight, \"with the\n land?\"", "And then Michael's voice, \"The thousand who left with us are dead. For\n some time we've known the other planets in our solar system were", "There was only this quiet and breathing and warmth until Michael stood\n and picked up a rock and walked toward the base of the hill where he\n had decided to build the house.\n... THE END" ], [ "Michael and Mary were silent.\n\n\n \"You'll wait outside the council chambers,\" the President went on,\n \"until we have reached our decision.\"", "There was a turning to the President again and hands thrusting him\n forward to within one step of Michael and Mary, who were standing\n there close together, as though attached.", "The President stood. \"Members of the council.\" He paused. \"As you\n heard, they report—complete failure.\" He turned to Michael. \"And now,\n the proof.\"", "There were mutterings in the council, and hastily whispered\n consultations. Now they were watching the man and woman again.", "\"Michael and Mary,\" he said, his voice struggling against a tightness,\n \"we've considered a long time concerning what is to be done with you", "Michael and the woman stood above them in the center of the pale,\n hovering faces of the officials.\n\n\n \"Good God,\" said the President. \"You've got to tell them what you said\n isn't true!\"", "The pumps were beating, beating all through the room and the quiet.\n\n\n The President was standing. He faced Michael and Mary, and seemed to\n set himself as though to deliver a blow, or to receive one.", "The silence did not change.\n\n\n The President grasped Michael's arm. \"What're you saying?\"", "\"We've only one duty, Mr. President,\" said Michael sharply. \"To\n ourselves.\"\n\n\n \"You're sick. Give yourselves over to us. We'll help you.\"", "Michael put his arm around Mary's waist. He felt the trembling in her\n body and the waiting for death.\n\n\n \"Stop!\" he said quietly.", "Michael and Mary were holding the lockets close to their throats. The\n half circle of people, with the President at its center was moving\n closer and closer. They were sweaty faces and red ones and dry white\n ones and hands were raised to seize them.", "Michael stared straight at the President. After a long moment, he\n raised his hand to the tiny locket at his throat.", "\"Michael.\" Her voice trembled. \"I—I don't know how to say this.\"\n\n\n He waited, frowning, watching her intently.", "\"We feel,\" said the President, \"it would be dangerous to allow you to\n go out among the people. They've been informed that your statement", "around the President. They yelled at each other and clasped each other\n by the shoulders, turned away and back again, and then suddenly became\n very still.", "Michael threw the words. \"To go beyond the force fields of the city.\n To go far out onto the Earth and live as long as we can, and then to\n die a natural death.\"", "Obediently the mass of faces separated, as though they were being spun\n away on a whirling disk. Michael and the woman were swallowed up, like", "They both rose, like mourners at a funeral, and went into the council\n chambers.\nAgain they sat in the thick chairs before the wall of desks with the\n faces of the council looking across it like defenders.", "\"I'm sorry,\" said Michael, \"we've been so close to violent death for\n so long.... What you've seen is part of the proof you asked for.\"", "\"We've been searching two thousand years for a truth,\" said Michael.\n \"A thousand of us have died finding it. I've told it. That's the way\n it's got to be.\"" ], [ "\"I can't face dying,\" Mary said quietly, \"squeezed in with all these\n people, in this tomb they've made around the seas. I want to have the", "\"I came from the Earth,\" she said quietly. \"And I've got to go back to\n it. Space is so cold and frightening. Steel walls and blackness and\n the rockets and the little pinpoints of light. It's a prison.\"", "Michael threw the words. \"To go beyond the force fields of the city.\n To go far out onto the Earth and live as long as we can, and then to\n die a natural death.\"", "open sky and the quiet away from those awful pounding pumps when I\n die. I want the spread of the Earth all around and the clean air. I\n want to be a real part of the Earth again.\"", "Haltingly he said, \"Go. Please go. Out onto the Earth—to die. You\nwill\ndie. The Earth is dead out there. You'll never see the city or\n your people again.\"", "He was still for a long time. \"Sometimes, Mary, I think I don't know\n you at all.\" A pause. \"And so now you and I are back where we started.\n Which'll it be, space or Earth?\"", "\"We'll go back out into space,\" he said. \"It's clean out there. I'm\n tired. Two thousand years of reincarnation.\"", "She spoke softly. \"We've been together for a long time. I've loved\n you. I've asked very little. But I need to stay on Earth. Please,\n Michael.\"", "He did not answer but continued to watch her footsteps and to feel the\n dust squishing up between his toes. Then suddenly:\n\n\n \"Mary!\"\n\n\n She stopped, whirling around.", "remember rightly, this is a traditional action.\" A pause. \"Now I'll go\n with you out onto the Earth—if we can swing it. When we get outside", "\"And the ones back in the city will know the Earth again. Sometime\n we'll lead them back here and show them the Earth is coming alive.\" He", "She looked up at him. \"We could go out into the wilderness, Michael,\n outside the force walls. We could go far away.\"\n\n\n He turned from her. \"It's all dead. What would be the use?\"", "desolation ten feet above the horizon when the car stopped. They sat\n for a long time then, looking out upon the Earth's parched and\n inflamed skin. In the distance a wall of mountains rose like a great", "Michael put his arm around Mary's waist. He felt the trembling in her\n body and the waiting for death.\n\n\n \"Stop!\" he said quietly.", "\"Dying violently happened so seldom on Earth that, after a long time,\n the sight of it began to drive some people mad. And then one day a man", "\"There will be no escort,\" said the President firmly. \"No one has been\n allowed to go out upon the Earth or to fly above it for many hundreds", "\"But to die out there in the desert, in that dust.\" Then he paused and\n looked away from her. \"We're crazy—talking as though we had a\n choice.\"", "They saw and heard chemical analyses, were aware of this ocean of\n blackness and clouds of white through which man might move, and must\n ever move, because he could live only upon this floating dust speck", "Michael turned from the window. \"So there's our evidence. Two thousand\n years. All the others killed getting it. And with a simple twist, it\n becomes a lie.\"\n\n\n Mary sat down and buried her face in her hands.", "\"How sorry are you,\" she said quietly, \"coming with me?\"\n\n\n \"All I know is, if I were out in space for long without you, I'd kill\n myself.\"" ], [ "Michael threw the words. \"To go beyond the force fields of the city.\n To go far out onto the Earth and live as long as we can, and then to\n die a natural death.\"", "\"Michael and Mary,\" he said, his voice struggling against a tightness,\n \"we've considered a long time concerning what is to be done with you", "Michael put his arm around Mary's waist. He felt the trembling in her\n body and the waiting for death.\n\n\n \"Stop!\" he said quietly.", "Obediently the mass of faces separated, as though they were being spun\n away on a whirling disk. Michael and the woman were swallowed up, like", "\"We can't endure the city,\" went on Michael, \"or its life and the ways\n of the people.\" He glanced along the line of staring faces.", "the gardens were growing into mountains.\nIn their rooms, Michael and Mary were talking through the hours, and\n waiting. All around them were fragile, form-fitting chairs and", "There was a turning to the President again and hands thrusting him\n forward to within one step of Michael and Mary, who were standing\n there close together, as though attached.", "Michael and Mary were holding the lockets close to their throats. The\n half circle of people, with the President at its center was moving\n closer and closer. They were sweaty faces and red ones and dry white\n ones and hands were raised to seize them.", "She looked up at him. \"We could go out into the wilderness, Michael,\n outside the force walls. We could go far away.\"\n\n\n He turned from her. \"It's all dead. What would be the use?\"", "Michael and Mary were silent.\n\n\n \"You'll wait outside the council chambers,\" the President went on,\n \"until we have reached our decision.\"", "\"I'm sorry,\" said Michael, \"we've been so close to violent death for\n so long.... What you've seen is part of the proof you asked for.\"", "Michael turned from the window. \"So there's our evidence. Two thousand\n years. All the others killed getting it. And with a simple twist, it\n becomes a lie.\"\n\n\n Mary sat down and buried her face in her hands.", "They were very still together and then he turned and stood by the\n window and looked down upon the city and she came and stood beside\n him.", "Michael and Mary did not let go of the lockets as they watched the\n half circle of faces move backward, staring, as though at corpses that\n should sink to the floor.", "Standing at a circular window, ten feet in diameter, Michael saw, far\n below, the lights of the city extending into the darkness along the\n shoreline of the sea.", "He rose, pulling her up with him. They hurried to the top of the hill\n and stood very still, looking down into a valley. There were tiny", "As the man and woman were led away, the pumps beat in the stillness,\n and at the edge of the shrinking seas the salt thick waters were being", "\"It does,\" he said. There were tears in his eyes and a tightness in\n his throat. \"From deep down.\"\n\n\n \"We can\nlive\nhere, Michael!\"", "\"I can't face dying,\" Mary said quietly, \"squeezed in with all these\n people, in this tomb they've made around the seas. I want to have the", "\"Are we going to die out here, Michael?\" she said, gesturing toward\n the wall of night that stood at the end of the headlight, \"with the\n land?\"" ] ]

[ "How does the title of the story relate to its subject?", "What do the main \"points\" of the TP document provide?", "Whoever may have authored it, what was the overarching purpose of the TP?", "The article presents seven possibilities as to who wrote the TP. Which possibility does the author see as most likely?", "Why did it matter whether Kathleen Willey looked “happy” when exiting the Oval Office?", "What is one of the points discussed in the story that could lead the author to wryly compare analysis of the TP to scholars picking apart small differences in religious texts?", "What was unusual about the lawyer that Linda Tripp engaged after firing Behre, considering that she was a political appointee of Bill Clinton's?", "What reason does the story give as to why Linda Tripp may have a vendetta against Clinton?", "How did analysts conclude that the document that is the subject of this story was written by multiple people?" ]

[ [ "Story titles are picked by the editing department, not the story author, and the headline writer clearly did not read this story when picking a title related to George Seurat’s art style, called pointillism.", "“Pointillism” is a type of journalism article that tries to solve “Whodunit” mysteries, pointing the finger at the responsible party.", "Just as the term \"Talmudic exegesis\" is used for analysis of Jewish sacred texts, “Pointillism” is the word that was coined to denote the extensive study of the Talking Points memo.", "It is a play on words: the story consists of a series of points about a memo that included “talking points.” The title refers to a style of painting made up of little dots." ], [ "A summary of all of Bill Clinton’s sexual harassment history, point by point.", "A tick-tock of Monica Lewinsky’s relationship with Bill Clinton, and in one spot, calls her a “big liar.”", "A recipe for Linda Tripp to follow to cast doubt on the veracity of one of Bill Clinton’s alleged sexual harassment targets.", "Fuel for right wing conspiracies about the Clintons by suggesting that Bill Clinton killed Vince Foster." ], [ "To protect Bill Clinton.", "To screw over Linda Tripp's \"friend,\" Monica Lewinsky.", "To give Linda Tripp leverage to get a job as a television commentator.", "To reveal that Bill Clinton had committed perjury." ], [ "The author thinks that one of Kenneth Star’s employees was a mole, and that he was trying to sabotage the Independent Counsel’s investigation.", "The author thinks that Monica Lewinsky was still carrying a torch for Bill Clinton, and wanted to get him off the hook, and she was smart enough to do it.", "The author suggests that more than one of the individual possibilities worked together to write it because together, they would have had all the needed skills.", "The author thinks there is a compelling case that Linda Tripp wrote it, and has no questions in his mind about it." ], [ "It would prove the point that even when women say, “No,” they really mean “Yes.”", "It would help an observer conclude that whatever happened between her and Clinton was consensual and not subject to prosecution.", "It didn’t really matter. People smile all the time when they are unhappy.", "It would help an observer conclude that her scheme to deceive Bill Clinton into having inappropriate contact with her in the White House had succeeded." ], [ "Many people think of politics as a religion, so there is a direct link between religious and political texts.", "Both political and religious texts have been translated from their original languages so many times that the original meanings are sometimes lost.", "The different terms used to refer to the president’s office at the White House.", "The discussion of what the definition of “is” is." ], [ "His background was as a prosecutor, not as a civil litigator.", "He had been on O.J. Simpson’s defense team.", "He was a staunch Republican.", "He was from Australia." ], [ "As a political appointee, she had had the chance to see that Clinton was incompetent, and she was disgusted by shoddy work.", "She was outraged about how Clinton treated Monica Lewinsky, because she was in love with Monica.", "After she started watching Fox News, she realized that Hillary Clinton had killed Vince Foster, and she was obsessed with revenge against both Clintons.", "She was angry that his lawyer called her, in essence, a liar." ], [ "Because no one person had all the facts about the situation.", "Because several identifiably different writing styles were used in different groups of paragraphs.", "The analysts actually said it could be one person who was under the influence of drugs or alcohol when they wrote one of the parts of the memo.", "Because the font on the first page was different than the font used on the rest of the memo." ] ]

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[ [ "Back to story.", "Back to story. \n\n Note 2", "Back to story. \n\n Note 18", "Back to story. \n\n Note 23", "Back to story. \n\n Note 19", "else\" apparently refers to Julie Steele, a friend of", "the details of the alleged sexual encounter. The suggestion in", "And it seems", "This apparent reference", "Background: Only one person claims to have firsthand knowledge", "Back to story. \n\n Note 16", "Lindsey, Behre). As our annotation of the text shows, the", "Back to story. \n\n Note 12", "the second person. And, in this paragraph--though not in the", "On its face,", "in a different voice. The first section, in which Tripp", "Back to story. \n\n Note 17", "really happened. I now find it completely plausible that she", "her husband died. Do you really want to contradict him?),", "husband's death, she came to me after she allegedly came" ], [ "Exegesis: This is the widely circulated version of the TP. For annotations, click on the hot-linked phrases. \n\n Points to Make in an Affidavit", "Guide to the TP .", "and the Bible, the TP, a three-page document, has inspired", "Note 1 \n\n Here are seven good guesses about the authorship of the TP:", "the White House) to write the TP. (Some implicate", "chunk of the TP. Immediately following the TP's release,", "has even suggested a draft of the TP lives on", "the first half of the TP. Some theorists have pointed", "The TP advises", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes.", "was off.\" So the added detail in the TP may", "White House) to have written the TP.", "suggested that a draft of the TP lives on Tripp's", "and ABC claim to have copies of the original TP.", "The TP appears", "of the so-called \"Talking Points.\" Like Shakespeare's works and", "Washington Post version of the TP--given here--a second-person version", "of the TP. The leading suspects: Lewinsky, Tripp, her", "maintain, the TP is all true, assistance in its drafting", "TP. In itself, the discrepancy has no apparent significance, although" ], [ "Note 1 \n\n Here are seven good guesses about the authorship of the TP:", "the White House) to write the TP. (Some implicate", "White House) to have written the TP.", "and the Bible, the TP, a three-page document, has inspired", "the TP appears to be the handiwork of multiple authors.", "changing Tripp's testimony. But the author of the TP seems", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes.", "TP was too deftly crafted to have originated with", "suggest that Tripp herself is writing the TP in her", "Exegesis: This is the widely circulated version of the TP. For annotations, click on the hot-linked phrases. \n\n Points to Make in an Affidavit", "has even suggested a draft of the TP lives on", "was off.\" So the added detail in the TP may", "suggested that a draft of the TP lives on Tripp's", "chunk of the TP. Immediately following the TP's release,", "Guide to the TP .", "Washington Post version of the TP--given here--a second-person version", "above could have concocted the TP on their own, several", "discussing Tripp's legal strategy with her) is the author. However,", "the first half of the TP. Some theorists have pointed", "penned the TP to entrap Lewinsky. However, Tripp had" ], [ "Note 1 \n\n Here are seven good guesses about the authorship of the TP:", "Whodunit? There are seven theories about the authorship of", "White House) to have written the TP.", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes.", "the White House) to write the TP. (Some implicate", "TP was too deftly crafted to have originated with", "suggest that Tripp herself is writing the TP in her", "the TP appears to be the handiwork of multiple authors.", "changing Tripp's testimony. But the author of the TP seems", "has even suggested a draft of the TP lives on", "and the Bible, the TP, a three-page document, has inspired", "discussing Tripp's legal strategy with her) is the author. However,", "Washington Post version of the TP--given here--a second-person version", "was off.\" So the added detail in the TP may", "it would then be most unlikely that the TP was", "of the TP. The leading suspects: Lewinsky, Tripp, her", "the first half of the TP. Some theorists have pointed", "above could have concocted the TP on their own, several", "Tripp told Newsweek she suspected immediately that the TP was", "suggested that a draft of the TP lives on Tripp's" ], [ "into Kathleen Willey after she left the Oval Office Nov.", "reception area outside the Oval Office. However, Tripp is quoted", "But it does not necessarily clear aide Lindsey or others close to the president. After all, the president's sealed, private testimony contradicts his lawyer Bennett's public pronouncements that the encounter with Willey took place after her husband's suicide.", "their conversation and took Lewinsky to a room in the", "I never saw her go into the oval office, or come out of the oval office. \n\n I have never observed the President behave inappropriately with anybody.", "Nov. 29, 1993, and that Willey had looked flushed,", "her story, saying Willey had told her that the president", "Paula Jones case that the president had fondled her breasts", "Back to story. \n\n Note 21 \n\n Narcissistic phrasing that allegedly sounds very much like Lewinsky. \n\n Back to story.", "told Newsweek that because Willey didn't seem upset at the", "day, wearing an FBI-supplied wire, she met Lewinsky at the", "Back to story. \n\n Note 3 \n\n According to Howard Kurtz's book Spin Cycle , this characterization of the Oval Office is common only among White House staffers.", "would leave the Oval Office and stop to muss herself,", "You never saw her go into the oval office, or come out of the oval office.", "with Lewinsky. c) Lewinsky was too panic-stricken to have", "entrapped Lewinsky. One scenario has her prodding the gullible", "if asked about it in a deposition, Lewinsky mustered all", "liar\" who was \"stalking\" the president. However, Lewinsky had", "Back to story. \n\n Note 14 \n\n Bennett was quoted as saying that \"Linda Tripp is not to be believed\" in the Willey controversy.", "she doubted Clinton's advances to Willey constituted sexual harassment," ], [ "and the Bible, the TP, a three-page document, has inspired", "Note 1 \n\n Here are seven good guesses about the authorship of the TP:", "was off.\" So the added detail in the TP may", "the first half of the TP. Some theorists have pointed", "chunk of the TP. Immediately following the TP's release,", "Exegesis: This is the widely circulated version of the TP. For annotations, click on the hot-linked phrases. \n\n Points to Make in an Affidavit", "TP. In itself, the discrepancy has no apparent significance, although", "of the so-called \"Talking Points.\" Like Shakespeare's works and", "Another has her drafting a chunk of the TP--or even", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes.", "has even suggested a draft of the TP lives on", "Washington Post version of the TP--given here--a second-person version", "the White House) to write the TP. (Some implicate", "Tripp told Newsweek she suspected immediately that the TP was", "inspired numerous schools of thought that disagree on the meaning of", "the TP appears to be the handiwork of multiple authors.", "different authors. As a service to scholars in the burgeoning", "changing Tripp's testimony. But the author of the TP seems", "Lindsey, Behre). As our annotation of the text shows, the", "all her intellectual resources to cobble together the TP. Lewinsky's" ], [ "her ex-lawyer Kirby Behre, Clinton, Bruce Lindsey (the president's", "Note 13 \n\n The New York Times and others, quoting \"lawyers connected to the case,\" report Lindsey had earlier advised Tripp to seek Bennett's help, advice Tripp eschewed.", "Back to story. \n\n Note 14 \n\n Bennett was quoted as saying that \"Linda Tripp is not to be believed\" in the Willey controversy.", "with Lewinsky. Tripp had hoped to remain anonymous in", "Lewinsky, with whom he spent much time talking. A lawyer", "knowledge of the TP's origins: Linda Tripp. Tripp told", "White House helped her retain Behre. She fired him three", "discussing Tripp's legal strategy with her) is the author. However,", "Tripp contacted Lindsey to discuss the Willey affair (she told", "But it does not necessarily clear aide Lindsey or others close to the president. After all, the president's sealed, private testimony contradicts his lawyer Bennett's public pronouncements that the encounter with Willey took place after her husband's suicide.", "Lewinsky. Lewinsky's former lawyer Ginsburg never denied his client's", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes.", "However, there is no evidence that Lewinsky and Lindsey knew", "For instance, it is plausible Tripp and Lewinsky collaborated on", "the White House helped her retain lawyer Kirby Behre. She", "liar\" who was \"stalking\" the president. However, Lewinsky had", "4) Behre, the White House Mole. When Tripp testified", "penned the TP to entrap Lewinsky. However, Tripp had", "suggest Tripp (or perhaps Lewinsky, who has been discussing", "on the theory that Lewinsky was the lone author. Tripp" ], [ "knowledge of the TP's origins: Linda Tripp. Tripp told", "Back to story. \n\n Note 14 \n\n Bennett was quoted as saying that \"Linda Tripp is not to be believed\" in the Willey controversy.", "with Lewinsky. Tripp had hoped to remain anonymous in", "For instance, it is plausible Tripp and Lewinsky collaborated on", "in which she had talked about her affair with Clinton.", "Tripp contacted Lindsey to discuss the Willey affair (she told", "Note 13 \n\n The New York Times and others, quoting \"lawyers connected to the case,\" report Lindsey had earlier advised Tripp to seek Bennett's help, advice Tripp eschewed.", "discussing Tripp's legal strategy with her) is the author. However,", "threat that she would expose Lewinsky's affair with Clinton if", "after Clinton's bimbo eruptions. And he had reason to", "penned the TP to entrap Lewinsky. However, Tripp had", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes.", "about Lewinsky's alleged affair with Clinton.", "on the theory that Lewinsky was the lone author. Tripp", "Back to story. \n\n Note 21 \n\n Narcissistic phrasing that allegedly sounds very much like Lewinsky. \n\n Back to story.", "of Tripp's testimony. In August, Tripp told Newsweek she", "However, there is no evidence that Lewinsky and Lindsey knew", "suggest Tripp (or perhaps Lewinsky, who has been discussing", "of the TP. The leading suspects: Lewinsky, Tripp, her", "1) Lewinsky, the Lone Gunman. Panic-stricken by Tripp's" ], [ "Note 1 \n\n Here are seven good guesses about the authorship of the TP:", "Whodunit? There are seven theories about the authorship of", "discussing Tripp's legal strategy with her) is the author. However,", "3) The Right-Wing Conspiracy. An elaboration of the Tripp theory. Without any specific evidence, proponents of this theory posit that Tripp drafted the TP with the assistance of lawyers involved in the Jones case or otherwise committed to conservative causes.", "The document then shifts from the substance of the affidavit", "the TP appears to be the handiwork of multiple authors.", "Lindsey, Behre). As our annotation of the text shows, the", "document, it appears in both places. Both the Post and", "different authors. As a service to scholars in the burgeoning", "TP was too deftly crafted to have originated with", "seems possible that a White House staffer wrote a chunk", "Background: Only one person claims to have firsthand knowledge", "White House) to have written the TP.", "in the document's preparation. Strikes against this theory: a)", "Back to story. \n\n Note 21 \n\n Narcissistic phrasing that allegedly sounds very much like Lewinsky. \n\n Back to story.", "on the theory that Lewinsky was the lone author. Tripp", "was too deftly crafted to have originated with Lewinsky.", "the White House) to write the TP. (Some implicate", "The writer means \"affidavit,\" since the stated point of this exercise is to enable Tripp to avoid being deposed in person. This is not a mistake that a practicing lawyer would make, though it could be a mistake made in dictation.", "the second part of the document. It seems unlikely that" ] ]

[ "What is Eric's main internal conflict as the story opens?", "The illusions that Eric sees are not real, and a part of him knows that. What finally makes him realize that the illusions are not part of reality?", "Why do the people of the city try to harm Eric even after enticing him to enter the gates?", "Once escaping the city and regaining his senses, Eric decides that he will", "Once he returns to his ship, why does Eric not leave immediately?", "Once making the return to the city after visiting his ship, Eric", "When he initially sees his brother upon returning to the city, Eric", "Who does Garve tell Eric is waiting for him?", "Even though it would be an effective way to escape the situation, why does Eric not use his gun?", "Why do the elders believe it is time for the machine to be destroyed?" ]

[ [ "He longs to become a part of the city, but his instincts warn him against it.", "He wants to go home, but he feels an obligation to the people of Mars and feels he must help them.", "He is conflicted as to how to deal with telling his brother about his discovery.", "He is in love with the city's leader, but he knows their relationship is doomed." ], [ "He comes to his senses after falling and hitting his head.", "When he is threatened by the people of the city, the illusions fade into reality.", "His helmet began to shield him from the illusion", "The spell placed on him by the city's people is canceled out by a potion given to him by his brother." ], [ "They realize that Eric is the man from their city's legend who will destroy them, so they feel they must destroy him first.", "The city's people feel that Eric is only there to kill their leader, so they attack first.", "The people initially believed Eric was his brother, and once they realize their mistake, killing Eric is the only way they see that they can remedy the error.", "The people of the city are known for sacrificing strangers to their gods." ], [ "Tell his brother about what happened and get his opinion as to how to proceed.", "Leave and never return.", "Try to reason with the people of the city because he knows that he belongs there.", "Destroy the city." ], [ "He is lured back to the city again.", "He has no intention of leaving. He wants to stay permanently. ", "He realizes his brother has left for the city, and he cannot go without his brother.", "He cannot leave the woman he has fallen in love with." ], [ "Has a hard time going back because he is repulsed by the city's appearance.", "Must find the will to resist the city's call to his death.", "Decides that he must save the city from the impending attack.", "Is very excited to reenter the gates." ], [ "is shocked by how repulsive his brother appears.", "is so relieved to see Garve that he lets his guard down and allows the city to get a hold of him again.", "tries to harm his brother because he does not believe that who he is seeing is truly Garve.", "immediately gets his brother and leaves for their ship." ], [ "The elders.", "The president.", "Their parents.", "Their ship's commander" ], [ "His brother warns him not to.", "He is afraid the gun could malfunction due to the oddities that have occurred in the city.", "He does not really want to harm the people of the city.", "He left the bullets back at the ship." ], [ "The people of the city need to once again learn how to struggle to gain power, and the machine prevents that.", "They can no longer maintain the machine, and destroying it is the only way to ensure that it will not harm others.", "The machine is becoming a danger to the atmosphere.", "The machine is Eric's only means to destroy the city." ] ]

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[ [ "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "There was nothing he could do. Eric stood quietly until he was taken\n prisoner. They moved him to the center of the wide fur street. Two men", "Eric clung tightly to the girl's waist. He could feel the young\n suppleness of her body, and the fine strands of her hair kept swirling", "hat!\" The caricature that was his brother seized the hat, and jerked\n so hard that the chin strap broke under Eric's chin. The hat was flung", "He heard a familiar voice as he dropped. \"Eric,\" the voice said. \"Eric,\n you did come back.\" The voice was his brother's, and he whirled,", "destroyed when contact with outsiders had been made once again, so that\n our people would again have to struggle forward to knowledge and power.\n The instrument of destruction was to be a man termed Eric the Bronze.", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "the use of his weapons Eric could not have gone far. He had to bluff it\n out.\nThen one of the men cried, \"Fools! It is true. We must take no chance", "Eric looked down at his sun tanned hands and flexed them. He loosened\n the explosive pistol in its holster. At least he was going to be a well", "The sword point jerked, and the sentinel straightened. His face was\n white. He cried aloud, \"It is Eric the Bronze. It is Eric of the", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "Eric tensed to break away but now it was too late. His captors were\n alert. They increased the twist on his arms until he almost screamed\n with the pain.", "Eric did so. Without warning a glass of water stood on the table before\n him. He touched the water to his lips. It was cool and satisfying. He\n drank it, convinced completely.", "your hand, stranger.\" She leaned down and grasped his hand. Eric shook\n his arms free, and reached up and clung to the offered hand, thinking,", "Garve cried, \"In here,\" and pulled Eric into a crevice between two\n buildings. Eric drew his gun, and savagery began to dance in his eyes.\n The soft fur muffled sounds of pursuit closed in upon them.", "fear forced Eric to his feet. He fled then, running on the heedless\n feet of panic, outstripping those who were behind him until he passed\n through the great gates into the red dust floor of the canal. The gates", "Eric followed down a hallway and into a large room. The room was\n obviously designed for a conference room. A great table stood in the", "Eric swung down, his arms still tingling with pleasure where he had\n held her. She said, \"Knock three times on the door. I will see you\n again inside. And thank your brother for sending me to bring you here.\"", "them. You are a part of a Legend. You are Eric the Bronze.\"", "For the first time Nolette spoke. She said quietly, \"The name Eric\n was an honorable name of the ancient fathers. It must have been their\n thought that the new beginning should wait for some of their own far\n flung kind to return.\"" ], [ "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "Eric did so. Without warning a glass of water stood on the table before\n him. He touched the water to his lips. It was cool and satisfying. He\n drank it, convinced completely.", "He told himself, \"I am Eric North, from Earth, the Third Planet of Sol,\n and this is not real.\"", "For an instant Eric thought the ruse had succeeded. He heard cries and\n two men passed him running in pursuit. But then the cry came back. \"Let\n him go. Get the other one. The other one.\"", "protect against this beautiful illusion would provide a metal shield\n of some sort, probably copper in nature. That such a man should come\n is inevitable. But why Eric. Why the name Eric?\"", "canal, and up the rocky sides until he stood on the Martian desert, and\n the canal was a thin line behind him. He breathed easily then, for he\n was beyond the range of the illusions.", "The sword point jerked, and the sentinel straightened. His face was\n white. He cried aloud, \"It is Eric the Bronze. It is Eric of the", "the use of his weapons Eric could not have gone far. He had to bluff it\n out.\nThen one of the men cried, \"Fools! It is true. We must take no chance", "Eric swung down, his arms still tingling with pleasure where he had\n held her. She said, \"Knock three times on the door. I will see you\n again inside. And thank your brother for sending me to bring you here.\"", "He heard a familiar voice as he dropped. \"Eric,\" the voice said. \"Eric,\n you did come back.\" The voice was his brother's, and he whirled,", "\"But why?\" Eric demanded. For an instant he could see the twinkling\n beauty as clearly as if he had stood outside the walls of this building.", "\"Funny thing, Eric. A while ago I thought I heard music. I walked down\n to the canal, and it seemed like there were lights, and a town of some", "your hand, stranger.\" She leaned down and grasped his hand. Eric shook\n his arms free, and reached up and clung to the offered hand, thinking,", "failed because the city, whatever it was, had adjusted to this revised\n pattern as he had approached it. Hence, the helmet had been no defense\n against illusion. However, when he had jerked the helmet off suddenly", "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "He lay there an instant, knowing that now he had a chance. With his\n face down like this, and the dust smarting his eyes the image was gone", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "One part of his mind said,\nThis is it, this is the fabled city of\n Mars. This is the beauty and the fantasy and the music of the legends,", "\"You still doubt, my friend. Perhaps you are thirsty after your escape.\n Think strongly of a tall glass of cold water, visualize it in your\n mind, the sight and the fluidity and the touch of it.\"", "He stared, and his back was chill with superstitions as old as the\n beginning of man. The city flickered, changing before his eyes until it\n was beautiful again." ], [ "Eric was seen an instant later, and the people of the city began to\n converge upon him. He could have destroyed them all with his charges in", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "Eric asked, \"And I am to destroy the City?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. The time has come.\"", "Legend.\" He whirled the sword aloft, and smashed it upon Eric's metal\n hat, and the hatred was a blue flame in his eyes.\nWhen Eric regained consciousness the people of the city were all about", "greed into existence. These were banished from the city, and so strong\n is the call of the city that many of them became victims of their own\n evilness, and now walk mindlessly, with no thought but to seek for the", "When he came to the city there was a high wall around it, and a heavy\n gate carved with lotus blossoms. He beat against the gate and cried,", "\"Oh! Let me in. Let me in to the city!\" The music was richer now, as if\n it were everywhere, and the gate swung open without the faintest sound.", "\"Nothing. Dwell here with us and you will be safe from our people. If\n the prediction is not soon fulfilled and you are not the Eric of the\n Legend, you may stay or go as you desire.\"", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "destroyed when contact with outsiders had been made once again, so that\n our people would again have to struggle forward to knowledge and power.\n The instrument of destruction was to be a man termed Eric the Bronze.", "Eric gaped. No wonder the crowd had shown such hatred. But why were\n the elders so friendly? They were obviously the governing body, and if", "fear forced Eric to his feet. He fled then, running on the heedless\n feet of panic, outstripping those who were behind him until he passed\n through the great gates into the red dust floor of the canal. The gates", "And deep inside him some part of his mind said, \"This is a madness you\n cannot escape. The city is evil, an evil like you have never known,\"\n and a fear as old as time coursed through his frame.", "deafened Eric and the man cried, \"You are right. It is Eric the Bronze.\n Bring the ships and let him be scourged from the city.\"", "Eric swung down, his arms still tingling with pleasure where he had\n held her. She said, \"Knock three times on the door. I will see you\n again inside. And thank your brother for sending me to bring you here.\"", "For an instant Eric thought the ruse had succeeded. He heard cries and\n two men passed him running in pursuit. But then the cry came back. \"Let\n him go. Get the other one. The other one.\"", "The towers twinkled at him, and the music whispered to him, \"Come back,\n Eric North. Come back to the city.\"", "Eric caught a faint nod here, a gesture there. Kroon nodded as if\n in satisfaction. He turned to the girl, \"And what is your opinion,\n Daughter of the City?\"", "Eric knocked on the door. The door was as plain as the building, made\n of a luminous plastic. It had all the beauty of the great gate door,\n but a more timeless, more functional beauty." ], [ "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "fear forced Eric to his feet. He fled then, running on the heedless\n feet of panic, outstripping those who were behind him until he passed\n through the great gates into the red dust floor of the canal. The gates", "And deep inside him some part of his mind said, \"This is a madness you\n cannot escape. The city is evil, an evil like you have never known,\"\n and a fear as old as time coursed through his frame.", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "Eric was seen an instant later, and the people of the city began to\n converge upon him. He could have destroyed them all with his charges in", "For an instant Eric thought the ruse had succeeded. He heard cries and\n two men passed him running in pursuit. But then the cry came back. \"Let\n him go. Get the other one. The other one.\"", "your hand, stranger.\" She leaned down and grasped his hand. Eric shook\n his arms free, and reached up and clung to the offered hand, thinking,", "He turned and began to walk away from the city, and when it began to\n call he took the hat off his head and found peace for a time. Then when", "He stared, and his back was chill with superstitions as old as the\n beginning of man. The city flickered, changing before his eyes until it\n was beautiful again.", "Legend.\" He whirled the sword aloft, and smashed it upon Eric's metal\n hat, and the hatred was a blue flame in his eyes.\nWhen Eric regained consciousness the people of the city were all about", "the use of his weapons Eric could not have gone far. He had to bluff it\n out.\nThen one of the men cried, \"Fools! It is true. We must take no chance", "Garve put one hand on Eric's gun hand and said, \"Wait here. And if you\n value my life, don't use that gun.\" Then he was gone, running deerlike\n down the street.", "Eric swung down, his arms still tingling with pleasure where he had\n held her. She said, \"Knock three times on the door. I will see you\n again inside. And thank your brother for sending me to bring you here.\"", "He heard a familiar voice as he dropped. \"Eric,\" the voice said. \"Eric,\n you did come back.\" The voice was his brother's, and he whirled,", "Eric asked, \"And I am to destroy the City?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. The time has come.\"", "armed, well prepared Legend. And while one part of his mind marveled\n at the city and relaxed into a pleasure as deep as a dream, another\n struggled with the almost forgotten desire to rescue his brother and", "The towers twinkled at him, and the music whispered to him, \"Come back,\n Eric North. Come back to the city.\"", "Eric did so. Without warning a glass of water stood on the table before\n him. He touched the water to his lips. It was cool and satisfying. He\n drank it, convinced completely.", "\"Funny thing, Eric. A while ago I thought I heard music. I walked down\n to the canal, and it seemed like there were lights, and a town of some" ], [ "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "\"Nothing. Dwell here with us and you will be safe from our people. If\n the prediction is not soon fulfilled and you are not the Eric of the\n Legend, you may stay or go as you desire.\"", "Garve put one hand on Eric's gun hand and said, \"Wait here. And if you\n value my life, don't use that gun.\" Then he was gone, running deerlike\n down the street.", "Yet the danger was too great. He would go back to his ship and make the\n arrangements to destroy the city. The ship was armed, and to deliver", "the use of his weapons Eric could not have gone far. He had to bluff it\n out.\nThen one of the men cried, \"Fools! It is true. We must take no chance", "The ship remained mute. He prowled through it, calling, \"Garve,\"\n wondering where the young hothead had gone, and then he saw a note", "would have to go there. Eric must not take a chance on that. After they\n had blasted whatever it was that lay in the canal floor, then it would", "The ship rested easily on the flat sandstone area where he had\n established base camp. Its familiar lines brought a smile to Eric's\n face, a feeling of confidence now that tools and weapons were his again.", "fear forced Eric to his feet. He fled then, running on the heedless\n feet of panic, outstripping those who were behind him until he passed\n through the great gates into the red dust floor of the canal. The gates", "For an instant Eric thought the ruse had succeeded. He heard cries and\n two men passed him running in pursuit. But then the cry came back. \"Let\n him go. Get the other one. The other one.\"", "your hand, stranger.\" She leaned down and grasped his hand. Eric shook\n his arms free, and reached up and clung to the offered hand, thinking,", "For the first time Nolette spoke. She said quietly, \"The name Eric\n was an honorable name of the ancient fathers. It must have been their\n thought that the new beginning should wait for some of their own far\n flung kind to return.\"", "\"But why?\" Eric demanded. For an instant he could see the twinkling\n beauty as clearly as if he had stood outside the walls of this building.", "There was nothing he could do. Eric stood quietly until he was taken\n prisoner. They moved him to the center of the wide fur street. Two men", "The sword point jerked, and the sentinel straightened. His face was\n white. He cried aloud, \"It is Eric the Bronze. It is Eric of the", "He opened the door and entered. The lock doors were left open so that\n he could enter directly into the body of the ship. He came in in a\n swift leap, calling, \"Garve! Hey, Garve, where are you?\"", "Eric swung down, his arms still tingling with pleasure where he had\n held her. She said, \"Knock three times on the door. I will see you\n again inside. And thank your brother for sending me to bring you here.\"", "He told himself, \"I am Eric North, from Earth, the Third Planet of Sol,\n and this is not real.\"", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "Eric did so. Without warning a glass of water stood on the table before\n him. He touched the water to his lips. It was cool and satisfying. He\n drank it, convinced completely." ], [ "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "The towers twinkled at him, and the music whispered to him, \"Come back,\n Eric North. Come back to the city.\"", "Legend.\" He whirled the sword aloft, and smashed it upon Eric's metal\n hat, and the hatred was a blue flame in his eyes.\nWhen Eric regained consciousness the people of the city were all about", "deafened Eric and the man cried, \"You are right. It is Eric the Bronze.\n Bring the ships and let him be scourged from the city.\"", "The ship rested easily on the flat sandstone area where he had\n established base camp. Its familiar lines brought a smile to Eric's\n face, a feeling of confidence now that tools and weapons were his again.", "fear forced Eric to his feet. He fled then, running on the heedless\n feet of panic, outstripping those who were behind him until he passed\n through the great gates into the red dust floor of the canal. The gates", "Eric swung down, his arms still tingling with pleasure where he had\n held her. She said, \"Knock three times on the door. I will see you\n again inside. And thank your brother for sending me to bring you here.\"", "He stared, and his back was chill with superstitions as old as the\n beginning of man. The city flickered, changing before his eyes until it\n was beautiful again.", "Yet the danger was too great. He would go back to his ship and make the\n arrangements to destroy the city. The ship was armed, and to deliver", "Eric was seen an instant later, and the people of the city began to\n converge upon him. He could have destroyed them all with his charges in", "The sword point jerked, and the sentinel straightened. His face was\n white. He cried aloud, \"It is Eric the Bronze. It is Eric of the", "Garve had gone down to the city, and Garve had no shielded hat. Eric\n selected two high explosive grenades from the ship's arsenal. They", "the use of his weapons Eric could not have gone far. He had to bluff it\n out.\nThen one of the men cried, \"Fools! It is true. We must take no chance", "He heard a familiar voice as he dropped. \"Eric,\" the voice said. \"Eric,\n you did come back.\" The voice was his brother's, and he whirled,", "your hand, stranger.\" She leaned down and grasped his hand. Eric shook\n his arms free, and reached up and clung to the offered hand, thinking,", "Eric caught a faint nod here, a gesture there. Kroon nodded as if\n in satisfaction. He turned to the girl, \"And what is your opinion,\n Daughter of the City?\"", "\"Funny thing, Eric. A while ago I thought I heard music. I walked down\n to the canal, and it seemed like there were lights, and a town of some", "For the first time Nolette spoke. She said quietly, \"The name Eric\n was an honorable name of the ancient fathers. It must have been their\n thought that the new beginning should wait for some of their own far\n flung kind to return.\"" ], [ "He heard a familiar voice as he dropped. \"Eric,\" the voice said. \"Eric,\n you did come back.\" The voice was his brother's, and he whirled,", "hat!\" The caricature that was his brother seized the hat, and jerked\n so hard that the chin strap broke under Eric's chin. The hat was flung", "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "Eric swung down, his arms still tingling with pleasure where he had\n held her. She said, \"Knock three times on the door. I will see you\n again inside. And thank your brother for sending me to bring you here.\"", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "The sword point jerked, and the sentinel straightened. His face was\n white. He cried aloud, \"It is Eric the Bronze. It is Eric of the", "Legend.\" He whirled the sword aloft, and smashed it upon Eric's metal\n hat, and the hatred was a blue flame in his eyes.\nWhen Eric regained consciousness the people of the city were all about", "armed, well prepared Legend. And while one part of his mind marveled\n at the city and relaxed into a pleasure as deep as a dream, another\n struggled with the almost forgotten desire to rescue his brother and", "He stared, and his back was chill with superstitions as old as the\n beginning of man. The city flickered, changing before his eyes until it\n was beautiful again.", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "Eric was seen an instant later, and the people of the city began to\n converge upon him. He could have destroyed them all with his charges in", "your hand, stranger.\" She leaned down and grasped his hand. Eric shook\n his arms free, and reached up and clung to the offered hand, thinking,", "For an instant Eric thought the ruse had succeeded. He heard cries and\n two men passed him running in pursuit. But then the cry came back. \"Let\n him go. Get the other one. The other one.\"", "Garve cried, \"In here,\" and pulled Eric into a crevice between two\n buildings. Eric drew his gun, and savagery began to dance in his eyes.\n The soft fur muffled sounds of pursuit closed in upon them.", "The towers twinkled at him, and the music whispered to him, \"Come back,\n Eric North. Come back to the city.\"", "Eric stopped and whirled to face his brother. \"The Legend? Eric the\n Bronze? What is this wild fantasy?\"", "there. She smiled at Eric, and the room took on a warmth that it had\n lacked with only the older men present. The man at her right, obviously", "fear forced Eric to his feet. He fled then, running on the heedless\n feet of panic, outstripping those who were behind him until he passed\n through the great gates into the red dust floor of the canal. The gates", "And deep inside him some part of his mind said, \"This is a madness you\n cannot escape. The city is evil, an evil like you have never known,\"\n and a fear as old as time coursed through his frame.", "deafened Eric and the man cried, \"You are right. It is Eric the Bronze.\n Bring the ships and let him be scourged from the city.\"" ], [ "Garve put one hand on Eric's gun hand and said, \"Wait here. And if you\n value my life, don't use that gun.\" Then he was gone, running deerlike\n down the street.", "Garve cried, \"In here,\" and pulled Eric into a crevice between two\n buildings. Eric drew his gun, and savagery began to dance in his eyes.\n The soft fur muffled sounds of pursuit closed in upon them.", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "The Elders will be expecting you.\" Garve glanced back, and his voice\n sharpened, \"Now! Run!\"", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "Eric swung down, his arms still tingling with pleasure where he had\n held her. She said, \"Knock three times on the door. I will see you\n again inside. And thank your brother for sending me to bring you here.\"", "There was only one weapon Eric could use. He had gathered from Garve's\n words that these people were superstitious.", "The door opened and an old man greeted Eric. \"Come in. The Council\n awaits you. Follow me, please.\"", "Garve had gone down to the city, and Garve had no shielded hat. Eric\n selected two high explosive grenades from the ship's arsenal. They", "\"Nothing. Dwell here with us and you will be safe from our people. If\n the prediction is not soon fulfilled and you are not the Eric of the\n Legend, you may stay or go as you desire.\"", "For the first time Nolette spoke. She said quietly, \"The name Eric\n was an honorable name of the ancient fathers. It must have been their\n thought that the new beginning should wait for some of their own far\n flung kind to return.\"", "He opened the door and entered. The lock doors were left open so that\n he could enter directly into the body of the ship. He came in in a\n swift leap, calling, \"Garve! Hey, Garve, where are you?\"", "presiding here looked at Eric and spoke. \"I am Kroon, the eldest of\n the elders. We have brought you here to satisfy ourselves of your", "there. She smiled at Eric, and the room took on a warmth that it had\n lacked with only the older men present. The man at her right, obviously", "The sword point jerked, and the sentinel straightened. His face was\n white. He cried aloud, \"It is Eric the Bronze. It is Eric of the", "The ship remained mute. He prowled through it, calling, \"Garve,\"\n wondering where the young hothead had gone, and then he saw a note", "Garve said, \"Keep your head down and your face hidden. If we meet\n someone you may not be recognized. They won't be expecting you from\n this side of the city.\"", "After a moment Garve said, \"I think they are following us. Get ready\n to run. If we are separated, keep going until you reach City Center.", "your hand, stranger.\" She leaned down and grasped his hand. Eric shook\n his arms free, and reached up and clung to the offered hand, thinking," ], [ "Garve put one hand on Eric's gun hand and said, \"Wait here. And if you\n value my life, don't use that gun.\" Then he was gone, running deerlike\n down the street.", "the use of his weapons Eric could not have gone far. He had to bluff it\n out.\nThen one of the men cried, \"Fools! It is true. We must take no chance", "There was only one weapon Eric could use. He had gathered from Garve's\n words that these people were superstitious.", "Garve cried, \"In here,\" and pulled Eric into a crevice between two\n buildings. Eric drew his gun, and savagery began to dance in his eyes.\n The soft fur muffled sounds of pursuit closed in upon them.", "Eric looked down at his sun tanned hands and flexed them. He loosened\n the explosive pistol in its holster. At least he was going to be a well", "would have to go there. Eric must not take a chance on that. After they\n had blasted whatever it was that lay in the canal floor, then it would", "For an instant Eric thought the ruse had succeeded. He heard cries and\n two men passed him running in pursuit. But then the cry came back. \"Let\n him go. Get the other one. The other one.\"", "Eric tensed to break away but now it was too late. His captors were\n alert. They increased the twist on his arms until he almost screamed\n with the pain.", "your hand, stranger.\" She leaned down and grasped his hand. Eric shook\n his arms free, and reached up and clung to the offered hand, thinking,", "the gun, but his brother's warning shrieked in his ears, \"If you value\n my life don't use the gun.\"", "There was an instant when he could have twisted loose. They stood,\n fear-bound at his words. But there was no place to hide, and without", "fear forced Eric to his feet. He fled then, running on the heedless\n feet of panic, outstripping those who were behind him until he passed\n through the great gates into the red dust floor of the canal. The gates", "There was nothing he could do. Eric stood quietly until he was taken\n prisoner. They moved him to the center of the wide fur street. Two men", "Eric was seen an instant later, and the people of the city began to\n converge upon him. He could have destroyed them all with his charges in", "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "Eric clung tightly to the girl's waist. He could feel the young\n suppleness of her body, and the fine strands of her hair kept swirling", "protect against this beautiful illusion would provide a metal shield\n of some sort, probably copper in nature. That such a man should come\n is inevitable. But why Eric. Why the name Eric?\"", "were small but they packed a lot of power. He had a pistol packed\n with smaller pellets of the same explosive, and he had the hat. That\n should be adequate. He thrust the bronze hat back on his head and began", "Yet the danger was too great. He would go back to his ship and make the\n arrangements to destroy the city. The ship was armed, and to deliver", "\"Nothing. Dwell here with us and you will be safe from our people. If\n the prediction is not soon fulfilled and you are not the Eric of the\n Legend, you may stay or go as you desire.\"" ], [ "Kroon sighed. \"The people have lost the will to learn. Many do not even\n know of the machine. Our science is almost gone, and only a few of us,", "the dreamers, the elders, have kept alive the old knowledge of the\n machine and its history. By the collected powers of our imagination we\n build and control the outward appearance of the city.", "\"We have passed this down from father to son. A part of the ancient\n Legend is that the builders made provisions for the machine to be", "Eric asked, \"And I am to destroy the City?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. The time has come.\"", "The Elders will be expecting you.\" Garve glanced back, and his voice\n sharpened, \"Now! Run!\"", "Eric gaped. No wonder the crowd had shown such hatred. But why were\n the elders so friendly? They were obviously the governing body, and if", "identity. In view of your danger in the City you are entitled to some\n sort of explanation.\" He glanced around the room and asked, \"What is\n the judgment of the elders?\"", "destroyed when contact with outsiders had been made once again, so that\n our people would again have to struggle forward to knowledge and power.\n The instrument of destruction was to be a man termed Eric the Bronze.", "in areas where it does not conflict with the imagination of the mass.\n We have had strangers, visitors, and even our own people, who grew\n drunk with the power of the machine, who dreamed more and more lust and", "believe so too. I don't know what it is, Eric, reincarnation, prophesy,\n superstition, I only know that when I was with the Elders I believed", "\"Yes, or the product of one. The heart of it lies underneath our feet,\n in caverns beneath this building. The nature of the machine is this,\n that it translates thought into reality.\"", "Kroon said, \"There are difficulties. The machine builds according to\n the mass will of the people, though it is sensitive to the individual", "presiding here looked at Eric and spoke. \"I am Kroon, the eldest of\n the elders. We have brought you here to satisfy ourselves of your", "escape. He asked, \"Who are the Elders?\"", "Kroon answered, \"According to the Ancient Legend you will destroy the\n city. This, and other things.\"", "building of a giant machine, the machine that is the City, to protect a\n small colony of those who were chosen to remain on Mars.\"", "with the whips. He would come back. But if he dies here before us now,\n then we may forget the prophesy.\"", "Yet the danger was too great. He would go back to his ship and make the\n arrangements to destroy the city. The ship was armed, and to deliver", "There was only one weapon Eric could use. He had gathered from Garve's\n words that these people were superstitious.", "device capable of transmuting the red dust of the desert into any\n sort of material desired, and a construction device, to assemble this\n material into the pattern already recorded from thought.\" Kroon paused." ] ]

[ "According to the narrator, traveling is", "Why does the Lieutenant not believe that Gray has seen a ship?", "Why does the Captian ultimately not destroy the other ship?", "SupSaceCom Michell's attitude towards the alien ship is ", "When the aliens are seen again several years later, they warn the people of Earth ", "The narrator states, \"Humanity had been whipped into a state of hysteria, an emotional binge, and humanity loved it.\" What does this commentary say about humans in general?", "Markham Gray figures out what about the aliens?", "Why were the Earth's ships unable to detect the \"alien\" ships?", "These alien forms, Markham Gray assumes", "Markham Gray tries to turn the tables on those who want to destroy the aliens by" ]

[ [ "stimulating.", "educational.", "a way to broaden horizons.", "essentially boring." ], [ "The Lieutenant did not see it; therefore, it was not a possibility.", "Alarms would have sounded alerting them of another ship's presence.", "Markham Gray was known for \"crying wolf\" to keep himself entertained while travling.", "Markham Gray was old, and his eyes were unreliable." ], [ "He was instructed not to by his commanders.", "He was too afraid to start a war with an alien life force.", "He did not have the proper equipment to do so.", "He believed that the other ship came in peace, and he did not feel they were in danger." ], [ "it should have been taken over and brought back to Earth to learn about the aliens.", "it should have been followed back to its home planet.", "it should have been destroyed at all costs to prevent future issues.", "similar to the Captian's. It posed no threat and should not have been attacked." ], [ "the aliens aligned with other life forms to attack Earth, so they need to prepare for the upcoming war.", "to beware because the next time they meet, they will destroy Earth.", "the troubles that face Earth are internal and have nothing to do with aliens.", "Earth's water supply is in danger of drying up, thus causing the death of the planet." ], [ "Humans cannot comprehend these intense emotions, and they act out in a negative fashion due to that.", "Humans love drama.", "Humans were doomed to a world that embraced insanity.", "Humans are not equipped with the ability to express emotions that they find to be uncommon." ], [ "They plan to align with other lifeforms to attack the planet.", "They are not aliens at all but other lifeforms from Earth.", "They plan to contaminate Earth's water supply.", "They are about to attack Earth." ], [ "Their speed kept them from being picked up on the ship's radar.", "Their size was so massive, they could not be picked up on the ship's radar.", "They are made from materials that are undetectable by the ship's radar.", "They are so small in size, they cannot be picked up on the ship's radar." ], [ "are some sort of insects from Earth who were of superintelligence.", "will take over the planet and enslave all humans.", "will infiltrate the Earth's water system, thus ending all life on the planet.", "will kill all Earthlings by the end of the century." ], [ "allowing them to follow through with their plans knowing the aliens will destroy them.", "trying to show that the plan to destroy all other life forms is insanity because one day, Earth will meet an opponent who may take it out in the way it has other life forms.", "showing them the benefits that the aliens have to offer the Earth.", "letting them know that the aliens are the only ones who can fix Earth's water system, so they must be allowed to live." ] ]

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[ [ "yes\n. But the travel itself,\nno\n. Be it by the\n methods of the Twentieth Century—automobile, bus, train, or", "It isn't travel that is broadening, stimulating, or educational. Not the\n traveling itself. Visiting new cities, new countries, new continents, or\n even new planets,\nyes", "of staring at endless space. He wished that there was a larger number of\n passengers aboard. The half-dozen businessmen and their women and\n children had left him cold and he was doing his best to avoid them. Now,", "to seek understanding. Before we left, we felt it our duty to explain\n our presence and our purpose—that is, partially.\n\"Yes,\" he said. Then, in an attempt to check the conclusion at which he", "aircraft—or be it by spaceship, travel is nothing more than boring.", "Oh, it's interesting enough for the first few hours, say. You look out\n the window of your car, bus, train, or airliner, or over the side of", "Post said hesitantly, \"I didn't think it necessary, sir. His attitude\n was—well, of peace. It was as if we were two ships that had met by", "your ship, and it's very stimulating. But after that first period it\n becomes boring, monotonous, sameness to the point of redundance.", "Markham Gray, free lance journalist for more years than he would admit\n to, was en route from the Neptune satellite Triton to his home planet,", "But even Markham Gray, with his ability to dream and to discern that\n which is beyond, found himself twisting with ennui after thirty minutes", "There was an edge of amusement in the answering thought.\nWe are very\n tiny, Mr. Gray. And our greatest efforts have always been to keep from", "humans too easily. An alien to our world would have had much more\n trouble. Our ways, our methods of thinking, are not strange to you.\"\nYou have discovered a secret which has been kept for many centuries,", "He heaved himself to his feet, grunting with the effort, and,\n disregarding the repeated command that passengers proceed to their", "Unless you had a vivid imagination of the type which had remained with\n Markham Gray down through the years, a few minutes at a time would have", "\"There are no other ships in the vicinity,\" he grated, almost as though\n to himself. \"Besides that, as far as I know, and I should know, there", "He said haltingly, \"Why are you here?\"\nWe are familiar with your articles. You alone, Mr. Gray, seem at least", "In a way, the whole business had been a good thing for Markham Gray. As\n a free lancing journalist, he'd had a considerable advantage. First, he", "and hope you are correct. Good luck to you in your new world.\"\nThank you, Markham Gray, and goodbye.\nThe set was suddenly quiet again.", "\"I believe them to be entirely truthful, your excellency,\" the\n journalist told him sincerely.\n\n\n \"Then they are on the verge of leaving the Earth and removing to this\n other planet in some other star system?\"", "Earth, mistress of the Solar System. He was seasoned enough as a space\n traveler to steel himself against the monotony with cards and books," ], [ "At the elderly journalist's entrance, the skipper had shot a quick,\n irritated glance over his shoulder and had begun to snap something; he\n cut it off. Instead, he said, \"When did you first sight the alien ship,\n Mr. Gray?\"", "Markham Gray pointed a finger at the lower left hand corner of the\n screen. \"Then what is that, Lieutenant?\" he asked sarcastically.", "\"There are no other ships in the vicinity,\" he grated, almost as though\n to himself. \"Besides that, as far as I know, and I should know, there", "Post said hesitantly, \"I didn't think it necessary, sir. His attitude\n was—well, of peace. It was as if we were two ships that had met by", "And it was there that Markham Gray refused to go along. He had agreed\n with poor Captain Post, now serving a life sentence in the Martian", "When he had finished, he waited for their questions. The first came from\n SupSpaceCom Michell. He said, thoughtfully, \"You believe their words to\n be substantially correct, Gray?\"", "Markham Gray felt cold fingers trace their way up his back. \"Why, why, I\n must have noticed it several hours ago, Captain. But ... an\nalien", "The captain's face was white and frozen. He said, so quietly that they\n could hardly make it out, \"That's not all. Our alarms still haven't been", "Gray?\nGray wet his lips. He might be signing his death warrant, but he\n couldn't stop now. \"Because you are not really 'aliens,' but of Earth", "Markham Gray.\nHe was more at ease now; somehow there was no threat in the attitude of\n the other. Gray said, \"The hardest thing for me to understand is why it\nhas", "all, your spaceships are tiny. Probably less than ten pounds.\"\nAbout four, Mr. Gray.\n\"Which explains why our instruments did not record them; the instruments", "Unless you had a vivid imagination of the type which had remained with\n Markham Gray down through the years, a few minutes at a time would have", "Bormann said soothingly, \"It's not that, sir. You've just made a\n mistake. If a ship was within reasonable distance, the alarms would be", "Markham Gray, watching and listening to this over his set, shook his\n head in dissatisfaction. As always, the military mind was dull and", "Markham Gray flushed. \"I'm not as complete a space neophyte as your\n condescending air would indicate, Lieutenant. As a matter of fact, I'll\n stack my space-months against yours any day.\"", "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "Gray called idly, \"Hans, I thought the space patrols very seldom got out\n here.\"", "He said haltingly, \"Why are you here?\"\nWe are familiar with your articles. You alone, Mr. Gray, seem at least", "Markham Gray's face had paled in horror. \"But why?\" he blurted. \"Why not\n let them go in peace? All they've wanted for centuries is to escape us,\n to have a planet of their own.\"", "momentarily confused in a situation which they had never expected to\n face. The two officers stood before the bridge vision screen watching,\n wide-eyed, that sector of space containing the other vessel. They had" ], [ "\"There are no other ships in the vicinity,\" he grated, almost as though\n to himself. \"Besides that, as far as I know, and I should know, there", "Post said hesitantly, \"I didn't think it necessary, sir. His attitude\n was—well, of peace. It was as if we were two ships that had met by", "The captain's face was white and frozen. He said, so quietly that they\n could hardly make it out, \"That's not all. Our alarms still haven't been", "Michell glared at his subordinate. \"That is what it amounts to, Captain;\n and the thing to remember is that they feel the same way. They must!", "\"Pitying!\" Michell ejaculated.\n\n\n The captain was nervous but determined. \"Yes, sir. I had the distinct\n feeling that the being that sent the message felt sorry for us.\"", "The captain had spun back around to stare at the screen again, as though\n to reassure himself of what he had already seen.", "At any rate, neither man nor we need dread the future any longer. We\n have escaped the danger that overhung us, and you know now that we are\n no alien enemies from space threatening you. We wish you well, mankind;", "And it was there that Markham Gray refused to go along. He had agreed\n with poor Captain Post, now serving a life sentence in the Martian", "Bormann said soothingly, \"It's not that, sir. You've just made a\n mistake. If a ship was within reasonable distance, the alarms would be", "It was immediately obvious, there at the craft's heart, that this was no\n farce, at least not a deliberate one. Captain Roger Post, youthful", "any get through to their new planet, we'll at least know where they are\n and can take our time destroying it.\"", "At the elderly journalist's entrance, the skipper had shot a quick,\n irritated glance over his shoulder and had begun to snap something; he\n cut it off. Instead, he said, \"When did you first sight the alien ship,\n Mr. Gray?\"", "The next words were coldly contemptuous.\nWe are not wanton killers,\n like man. We have no desire to destroy.", "There was quiet on the bridge of the earth ship. Screaming quiet. It was\n seemingly hours before they had recovered even to the point of staring\n at one another.", "momentarily confused in a situation which they had never expected to\n face. The two officers stood before the bridge vision screen watching,\n wide-eyed, that sector of space containing the other vessel. They had", "capture some of their ships intact. As soon as we find what kind of\n insect they are, our bacteriologists will be able to work on a method to\n eliminate any that might remain on Earth.\"", "The smile was still on the co-pilot's face as he turned and followed the\n direction of the other's finger. The smile faded. \"I'll be a", "Markham Gray's face had paled in horror. \"But why?\" he blurted. \"Why not\n let them go in peace? All they've wanted for centuries is to escape us,\n to have a planet of their own.\"", "weren't disrupted, your ships were really too small to register. That's\n where we made our first mistake. We assumed, for no valid reason, that\n you were approximately our own size. We were willing to picture you as", "quarters, made his way forward to the bridge, ignoring the hysterical\n confusion in passengers and crew members hurrying up and down the ship's\n passageways." ], [ "SupSpaceCom Michell indicated his disgust with an impatient flick of his\n hand. \"Any alien is a potential enemy, Post; that should be elementary.", "\"Pitying!\" Michell ejaculated.\n\n\n The captain was nervous but determined. \"Yes, sir. I had the distinct\n feeling that the being that sent the message felt sorry for us.\"", "SupSpaceCom Michell eyed him tolerantly. \"You seem to have been taken\n in, Mr. Gray. Once they've established themselves in their new world, we", "SupSpaceCom Michell had been blunt and ruthless. He had rapped out,\n bitingly, \"Roger Post, as captain of the", "When he had finished, he waited for their questions. The first came from\n SupSpaceCom Michell. He said, thoughtfully, \"You believe their words to\n be substantially correct, Gray?\"", "The supreme commander of Earth's space forces dropped that point. \"Let\n us go back again. When you received this telepathic message—or whatever\n it was—what was your reaction? Did it seem friendly, domineering, or\n what?\"", "The SupSpaceCom's face had gone red with indignation.\nIt was three years before another of the aliens was sighted. Three", "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "momentarily confused in a situation which they had never expected to\n face. The two officers stood before the bridge vision screen watching,\n wide-eyed, that sector of space containing the other vessel. They had", "Finally man had come in contact with another intelligence. He had been\n dreading it, fearing it, for decades; now it was here. Another life form", "Michell glared at his subordinate. \"That is what it amounts to, Captain;\n and the thing to remember is that they feel the same way. They must!", "The SupSpaceCom snapped, \"That was undoubtedly a case of telepathy. The\n alien is equipped in some manner to impose thoughts upon the human\n brain. You", "The tolerance was gone now. The SupSpaceCom said coldly, \"Don't be a\n pessimistic defeatist, Gray.\"", "alien\n!...\n I....\" He peered at the enlarged craft on the screen. \"Are you sure,\n Captain? It seems remarkably like our own. I would say—\"", "unreceptive. The ridiculousness of expecting Post to blast off into\n space in an attempt to fool the other craft in regard to his home\n planet was obvious. The whole affair had taken place within the solar", "At any rate, neither man nor we need dread the future any longer. We\n have escaped the danger that overhung us, and you know now that we are\n no alien enemies from space threatening you. We wish you well, mankind;", "itself. Several facts point that way. For instance, your ships are\n minute models of Earth ships, or, rather, of human ships. You have\n obviously copied them. Then, too, you have been able to communicate with", "At the elderly journalist's entrance, the skipper had shot a quick,\n irritated glance over his shoulder and had begun to snap something; he\n cut it off. Instead, he said, \"When did you first sight the alien ship,\n Mr. Gray?\"", ", a four-man scout returning to the Venus base after a\n patrol in the direction of Sirius, held the intruder in its viewer for a\n full five minutes. Once again, no estimation of its distance nor size", "Post had stood before the raised dais upon which were seated SupSpaceCom\n Michell and four other high-ranking officers and heard the charge" ], [ "The SupSpaceCom's face had gone red with indignation.\nIt was three years before another of the aliens was sighted. Three", "At any rate, neither man nor we need dread the future any longer. We\n have escaped the danger that overhung us, and you know now that we are\n no alien enemies from space threatening you. We wish you well, mankind;", "And again the alien had sent a message—seemingly, at least, by telviz.\nWe are no danger to you, mankind. Seek your destiny in peace. Your", "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "Finally man had come in contact with another intelligence. He had been\n dreading it, fearing it, for decades; now it was here. Another life form", "itself. Several facts point that way. For instance, your ships are\n minute models of Earth ships, or, rather, of human ships. You have\n obviously copied them. Then, too, you have been able to communicate with", ", a four-man scout returning to the Venus base after a\n patrol in the direction of Sirius, held the intruder in its viewer for a\n full five minutes. Once again, no estimation of its distance nor size", "Gray?\nGray wet his lips. He might be signing his death warrant, but he\n couldn't stop now. \"Because you are not really 'aliens,' but of Earth", "there was another intelligence on Earth they would begin making plans to\n dominate or, even more likely, to destroy us. Our only chance was to\n find some refuge away from Earth. That is why we began to search the", "The supreme commander of Earth's space forces dropped that point. \"Let\n us go back again. When you received this telepathic message—or whatever\n it was—what was your reaction? Did it seem friendly, domineering, or\n what?\"", "And a potential enemy is an enemy in fact. Even though these aliens\n might seem amiable enough today, how do we know they will be in the\n future—possibly in the far future? There can be no friendship with", "Markham Gray felt cold fingers trace their way up his back. \"Why, why, I\n must have noticed it several hours ago, Captain. But ... an\nalien", "read—failure to attack the alien craft, destroy it, and thus prevent\n the aliens—wherever they might be from—returning to their own world\n and reporting the presence of man in the galaxy.", "capture some of their ships intact. As soon as we find what kind of\n insect they are, our bacteriologists will be able to work on a method to\n eliminate any that might remain on Earth.\"", "aliens. We can't afford to have neighbors; we can't afford to be\n encircled by enemies.\"", "Markham Gray's face had paled in horror. \"But why?\" he blurted. \"Why not\n let them go in peace? All they've wanted for centuries is to escape us,\n to have a planet of their own.\"", "man—or slaughtered to extinction. And even your fellows in the recent\n past were butchered; man killed man wholesale. Do you blame us for\n keeping our existence a secret? We knew that the day humans discovered", "prison camps; there had been no sign of hostility from the alien craft.\n It was man who was preparing for war—and Gray knew of no period in\n history in which preparations for war did not eventually culminate in", "The second view of the alien ship was similar to the first. This, time\n the\nPendleton", "humans too easily. An alien to our world would have had much more\n trouble. Our ways, our methods of thinking, are not strange to you.\"\nYou have discovered a secret which has been kept for many centuries," ], [ "state of hysteria, an emotional binge, and humanity loved it.", "man—or slaughtered to extinction. And even your fellows in the recent\n past were butchered; man killed man wholesale. Do you blame us for\n keeping our existence a secret? We knew that the day humans discovered", "voco-typer. There was but one complaint against his copy—it wasn't\n alarmist enough, sensational enough. Humanity had been whipped into a", "\"Pitying!\" Michell ejaculated.\n\n\n The captain was nervous but determined. \"Yes, sir. I had the distinct\n feeling that the being that sent the message felt sorry for us.\"", "At any rate, neither man nor we need dread the future any longer. We\n have escaped the danger that overhung us, and you know now that we are\n no alien enemies from space threatening you. We wish you well, mankind;", "perhaps the future will see changes in your nature. It is in this\n friendly hope that we have contacted humanity through you, Mr. Gray.\nThe elderly journalist said quietly, \"I appreciate your thoughtfulness", "humans too easily. An alien to our world would have had much more\n trouble. Our ways, our methods of thinking, are not strange to you.\"\nYou have discovered a secret which has been kept for many centuries,", "There was quiet on the bridge of the earth ship. Screaming quiet. It was\n seemingly hours before they had recovered even to the point of staring\n at one another.", "we were appalled by the only other form of life on our planet with a\n developed intelligence. Why, not even your own kind is safe from your\n bloodlust. The lesser animals on Earth have been either enslaved by", "There was an edge of amusement in the answering thought.\nWe are very\n tiny, Mr. Gray. And our greatest efforts have always been to keep from", "It came in the early hours of the morning. He awakened, not without a\n chill of fear, the sound of his telviz set in his ears. He had left it", "Then the telviz spoke again. The screen was blank. It said,\nYou are\n awake, Mr. Gray?\nHe stared at it, uncomprehending.", "awful presence of man on the Earth, we feel that we can look forward to\n security.\nMarkham Gray remained quiet for a long time. \"I am still amazed that you", "Finally man had come in contact with another intelligence. He had been\n dreading it, fearing it, for decades; now it was here. Another life form", "They must seek us out and destroy us completely and as quickly as\n possible. By the appearance of things, and partially through your\n negligence, they've probably won the first round. They know our", "to seek understanding. Before we left, we felt it our duty to explain\n our presence and our purpose—that is, partially.\n\"Yes,\" he said. Then, in an attempt to check the conclusion at which he", "Markham Gray's face had paled in horror. \"But why?\" he blurted. \"Why not\n let them go in peace? All they've wanted for centuries is to escape us,\n to have a planet of their own.\"", "He was becoming more confident now; widely awake, it was less strange to\n hear the words come from his commonplace home model telviz set. \"Our\n second mistake was in looking for you throughout space,\" he said softly.", "under man's eyes. We have profited greatly, however, by our suitability\n to espionage; little goes on in the human world of which we don't know.", "The supreme commander of Earth's space forces dropped that point. \"Let\n us go back again. When you received this telepathic message—or whatever\n it was—what was your reaction? Did it seem friendly, domineering, or\n what?\"" ], [ "Markham Gray felt cold fingers trace their way up his back. \"Why, why, I\n must have noticed it several hours ago, Captain. But ... an\nalien", "Markham Gray's face had paled in horror. \"But why?\" he blurted. \"Why not\n let them go in peace? All they've wanted for centuries is to escape us,\n to have a planet of their own.\"", "Markham Gray.\nHe was more at ease now; somehow there was no threat in the attitude of\n the other. Gray said, \"The hardest thing for me to understand is why it\nhas", "Markham Gray followed the matter with more than average interest, after\n their arrival at the New Albuquerque spaceport. Not that average\n interest wasn't high.", "And it was there that Markham Gray refused to go along. He had agreed\n with poor Captain Post, now serving a life sentence in the Martian", "Gray?\nGray wet his lips. He might be signing his death warrant, but he\n couldn't stop now. \"Because you are not really 'aliens,' but of Earth", "Markham Gray stood before the assembled Military Council of the Solar\n System. He had told his story without interruption to this most powerful\n body on Earth. They listened to him in silence.", "Markham Gray, free lance journalist for more years than he would admit\n to, was en route from the Neptune satellite Triton to his home planet,", "Markham Gray pointed a finger at the lower left hand corner of the\n screen. \"Then what is that, Lieutenant?\" he asked sarcastically.", "approximately our own size. Actually, you must be quite tiny.\"\nQuite tiny, Markham Gray. Although, of course, the way we think of it\n is that you are quite huge.", "and hope you are correct. Good luck to you in your new world.\"\nThank you, Markham Gray, and goodbye.\nThe set was suddenly quiet again.", "awful presence of man on the Earth, we feel that we can look forward to\n security.\nMarkham Gray remained quiet for a long time. \"I am still amazed that you", "Markham Gray, watching and listening to this over his set, shook his\n head in dissatisfaction. As always, the military mind was dull and", "Markham Gray flushed. \"I'm not as complete a space neophyte as your\n condescending air would indicate, Lieutenant. As a matter of fact, I'll\n stack my space-months against yours any day.\"", "Unless you had a vivid imagination of the type which had remained with\n Markham Gray down through the years, a few minutes at a time would have", "But even Markham Gray, with his ability to dream and to discern that\n which is beyond, found himself twisting with ennui after thirty minutes", "At the elderly journalist's entrance, the skipper had shot a quick,\n irritated glance over his shoulder and had begun to snap something; he\n cut it off. Instead, he said, \"When did you first sight the alien ship,\n Mr. Gray?\"", "all, your spaceships are tiny. Probably less than ten pounds.\"\nAbout four, Mr. Gray.\n\"Which explains why our instruments did not record them; the instruments", "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "watchful of the passengers out here in deep space—they came down with\n space cafard at the drop of a hat. Markham Gray reminded Bormann of\n pictures of Benjamin Franklin he'd seen in history books, and ordinarily" ], [ "weren't disrupted, your ships were really too small to register. That's\n where we made our first mistake. We assumed, for no valid reason, that\n you were approximately our own size. We were willing to picture you as", "itself. Several facts point that way. For instance, your ships are\n minute models of Earth ships, or, rather, of human ships. You have\n obviously copied them. Then, too, you have been able to communicate with", "all, your spaceships are tiny. Probably less than ten pounds.\"\nAbout four, Mr. Gray.\n\"Which explains why our instruments did not record them; the instruments", "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "there was another intelligence on Earth they would begin making plans to\n dominate or, even more likely, to destroy us. Our only chance was to\n find some refuge away from Earth. That is why we began to search the", "capture some of their ships intact. As soon as we find what kind of\n insect they are, our bacteriologists will be able to work on a method to\n eliminate any that might remain on Earth.\"", "are no Earth craft that look exactly like that. There are striking\n similarities, I'll admit, to our St. Louis class scouts, but those jets\n on the prow—there's nothing like them either in existence or", "Amer-English. Why their ship looked like a Terran one. Why they had been\n able to 'disrupt' the Earth ships instruments.", "The SupSpaceCom mused aloud. \"We'll be able to locate them when they\n blast off en masse. Their single ships are so small that they missed", "The supreme commander of Earth's space forces dropped that point. \"Let\n us go back again. When you received this telepathic message—or whatever\n it was—what was your reaction? Did it seem friendly, domineering, or\n what?\"", ", a four-man scout returning to the Venus base after a\n patrol in the direction of Sirius, held the intruder in its viewer for a\n full five minutes. Once again, no estimation of its distance nor size", "Finally man had come in contact with another intelligence. He had been\n dreading it, fearing it, for decades; now it was here. Another life form", "unreceptive. The ridiculousness of expecting Post to blast off into\n space in an attempt to fool the other craft in regard to his home\n planet was obvious. The whole affair had taken place within the solar", "There was quiet on the bridge of the earth ship. Screaming quiet. It was\n seemingly hours before they had recovered even to the point of staring\n at one another.", "alien\n!...\n I....\" He peered at the enlarged craft on the screen. \"Are you sure,\n Captain? It seems remarkably like our own. I would say—\"", "being observed, but a mass flight we'll be able to detect. Our cruisers\n will be able to follow them all the way, blasting them as they go. If", "had conquered space, and, seemingly, had equipment, in some respects at\n least, superior to humanity's.", "momentarily confused in a situation which they had never expected to\n face. The two officers stood before the bridge vision screen watching,\n wide-eyed, that sector of space containing the other vessel. They had", "The SupSpaceCom's face had gone red with indignation.\nIt was three years before another of the aliens was sighted. Three", "At the elderly journalist's entrance, the skipper had shot a quick,\n irritated glance over his shoulder and had begun to snap something; he\n cut it off. Instead, he said, \"When did you first sight the alien ship,\n Mr. Gray?\"" ], [ "Markham Gray felt cold fingers trace their way up his back. \"Why, why, I\n must have noticed it several hours ago, Captain. But ... an\nalien", "Markham Gray.\nHe was more at ease now; somehow there was no threat in the attitude of\n the other. Gray said, \"The hardest thing for me to understand is why it\nhas", "Markham Gray's face had paled in horror. \"But why?\" he blurted. \"Why not\n let them go in peace? All they've wanted for centuries is to escape us,\n to have a planet of their own.\"", "approximately our own size. Actually, you must be quite tiny.\"\nQuite tiny, Markham Gray. Although, of course, the way we think of it\n is that you are quite huge.", "Markham Gray, free lance journalist for more years than he would admit\n to, was en route from the Neptune satellite Triton to his home planet,", "And it was there that Markham Gray refused to go along. He had agreed\n with poor Captain Post, now serving a life sentence in the Martian", "Gray?\nGray wet his lips. He might be signing his death warrant, but he\n couldn't stop now. \"Because you are not really 'aliens,' but of Earth", "Unless you had a vivid imagination of the type which had remained with\n Markham Gray down through the years, a few minutes at a time would have", "awful presence of man on the Earth, we feel that we can look forward to\n security.\nMarkham Gray remained quiet for a long time. \"I am still amazed that you", "Markham Gray followed the matter with more than average interest, after\n their arrival at the New Albuquerque spaceport. Not that average\n interest wasn't high.", "watchful of the passengers out here in deep space—they came down with\n space cafard at the drop of a hat. Markham Gray reminded Bormann of\n pictures of Benjamin Franklin he'd seen in history books, and ordinarily", "Markham Gray flushed. \"I'm not as complete a space neophyte as your\n condescending air would indicate, Lieutenant. As a matter of fact, I'll\n stack my space-months against yours any day.\"", "and hope you are correct. Good luck to you in your new world.\"\nThank you, Markham Gray, and goodbye.\nThe set was suddenly quiet again.", "Markham Gray stood before the assembled Military Council of the Solar\n System. He had told his story without interruption to this most powerful\n body on Earth. They listened to him in silence.", "Markham Gray pointed a finger at the lower left hand corner of the\n screen. \"Then what is that, Lieutenant?\" he asked sarcastically.", "But even Markham Gray, with his ability to dream and to discern that\n which is beyond, found himself twisting with ennui after thirty minutes", "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "perhaps the future will see changes in your nature. It is in this\n friendly hope that we have contacted humanity through you, Mr. Gray.\nThe elderly journalist said quietly, \"I appreciate your thoughtfulness", "Markham Gray, watching and listening to this over his set, shook his\n head in dissatisfaction. As always, the military mind was dull and", "other insect forms as man beyond other mammals. Why have you kept this\n a secret from humans?\"\nYou should be able to answer that yourself, Mr. Gray. As we developed," ], [ "Markham Gray's face had paled in horror. \"But why?\" he blurted. \"Why not\n let them go in peace? All they've wanted for centuries is to escape us,\n to have a planet of their own.\"", "Markham Gray.\nHe was more at ease now; somehow there was no threat in the attitude of\n the other. Gray said, \"The hardest thing for me to understand is why it\nhas", "Markham Gray felt cold fingers trace their way up his back. \"Why, why, I\n must have noticed it several hours ago, Captain. But ... an\nalien", "And it was there that Markham Gray refused to go along. He had agreed\n with poor Captain Post, now serving a life sentence in the Martian", "Markham Gray, free lance journalist for more years than he would admit\n to, was en route from the Neptune satellite Triton to his home planet,", "and hope you are correct. Good luck to you in your new world.\"\nThank you, Markham Gray, and goodbye.\nThe set was suddenly quiet again.", "Markham Gray stood before the assembled Military Council of the Solar\n System. He had told his story without interruption to this most powerful\n body on Earth. They listened to him in silence.", "Gray?\nGray wet his lips. He might be signing his death warrant, but he\n couldn't stop now. \"Because you are not really 'aliens,' but of Earth", "Markham Gray followed the matter with more than average interest, after\n their arrival at the New Albuquerque spaceport. Not that average\n interest wasn't high.", "awful presence of man on the Earth, we feel that we can look forward to\n security.\nMarkham Gray remained quiet for a long time. \"I am still amazed that you", "Markham Gray flushed. \"I'm not as complete a space neophyte as your\n condescending air would indicate, Lieutenant. As a matter of fact, I'll\n stack my space-months against yours any day.\"", "Markham Gray pointed a finger at the lower left hand corner of the\n screen. \"Then what is that, Lieutenant?\" he asked sarcastically.", "Markham Gray, watching and listening to this over his set, shook his\n head in dissatisfaction. As always, the military mind was dull and", "approximately our own size. Actually, you must be quite tiny.\"\nQuite tiny, Markham Gray. Although, of course, the way we think of it\n is that you are quite huge.", "Gray felt sickness well through him \"But ... but this policy.... What\n happens when man finally finds on his borders a life form more advanced\n than he—an intelligence strong enough to destroy rather than be\n destroyed?\"", "other stars for a planet similar to this and suitable to our form of\n life.\n\"You could have fought back, had we attempted to destroy you,\" Gray said\n uncomfortably.", "But even Markham Gray, with his ability to dream and to discern that\n which is beyond, found himself twisting with ennui after thirty minutes", "perhaps the future will see changes in your nature. It is in this\n friendly hope that we have contacted humanity through you, Mr. Gray.\nThe elderly journalist said quietly, \"I appreciate your thoughtfulness", "Markham Gray, like thousands of others, had sat on the edge of his chair\n in the living room of his small suburban home, and followed the trial\n closely on his telviz.", "watchful of the passengers out here in deep space—they came down with\n space cafard at the drop of a hat. Markham Gray reminded Bormann of\n pictures of Benjamin Franklin he'd seen in history books, and ordinarily" ] ]

[ "The author claims that the two publications changed identities because", "What does the author mean by \"when the papers traded places, they exchanged virtues as well as vices?\"", "It is thought that The Times often takes on too many risks, and", "The alternative to reading a publication like The Times who is known for taking risks is", "The author implies that one of The Post's downfalls is that", "The author says that The Times typically overlooks anything going on in The Post, ", "Some improvements that The Post have made to the publication include", "According to the author, what is the biggest move that The Post has made in recent years?", "What is the turnover rate for the executive editor of The Times?" ]

[ [ "The Washington Post became too \"newsie,\" and The New York Times became too informal and daring.", "The two publications basically assimilated into one.", "The two publications started to cancel one another out.", "The Washington Post became too informal and daring, and The New York Times became too \"newsie.\"" ], [ "When the two publications took on attributes of one another, they were both completely lost in the process.", "The Times took on The Post's boring deliverables, and the Post took on the Times' cheeky delivery.", "When the two publications took on attributes of one another, they took on both the good and bad.", "The Times took on The Post's cheeky delivery, and the Post took on The Times' boring deliverables." ], [ "those risks usually pay off for the publication.", "those risks never pay off for the publication.", "the reader comes out on the losing end because of it.", "those risks can sometimes get out of control." ], [ "to read tabloids to get exciting news.", "to read something bland like The Post.", "to read something that is of the highest quality like The Post.", "to leave print behind and move on to blogs." ], [ "its need to be the best has resulted in a lack of quality.", "it is too concerned with keeping up with the changing times and not as concerned with quality journalism.", "it is too set in its ways, thus becoming stale at times.", "it is too concerned with being a competitor to The Times that it has lost its sense of self." ], [ "but it should be looking to The Post as a guide for what true journalism is.", "but it should look at The Post so that it can understand what longevity on the market and reader loyalty can do for a publication.", "and it should continue to do just as it has been and ignoring anything going on at The Post.", "but it could benefit from some of the things The Post offers that it does not." ], [ "taking away from its consumer electronics section", "improved suburbian coverage added more to its business page, and added to its travel and sports section.", "taking much more publishing risks.", "removed the science and history sections altogether." ], [ "Appointing Seve Coll as its managing editor.", "Changing its format.", "Its biggest move has been to stand completely still.", "Letting The Times influence how it structures itself." ], [ "They go into the job knowing that once their purpose has been served, then they will be asked to leave.", "They tend only to leave once they retire, so they can take their time to do what they want to with their vision for the publication.", "They know that they will be let go at the same time as the executive editor of The Post.", "They know that their time there will be short-lived, so they have to make their mark quickly." ] ]

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[ "When Eric falls into the canal and states \"with his face down like this, and the dust smarting his eyes the image was gone for an instant,\" what does it suggest about the city?", "What word below best describes the situation with the city Eric is in?", "What is ironic about Garve also being attracted to the city?", "What is humorous about Eric choosing to embrace the lLegen when the crowd captures him?", "What does the city represent in the passage?", "Why was it important to wait for a man named Eric to come and destroy the city?", "What does the decline of Mars suggest to the reader?", "Why did the elders want to destroy the city?", "Why do you think Garve wanted to stay in the city?", "What is symbolic of the title?" ]

[ [ "The city has a hold on Eric and was drawing him in", "The city was vast and foreboding", "No suggestion", "The city was in a dusty part of Mars" ], [ "Heaven ", "Purgatory", "Hell ", "Parabellum" ], [ "There was no irony about the attraction", "It was his curiosity that drove him there", "He had knew about the city the entire time", "He also had a hat that supported the attraction to the city" ], [ "The crowd laughed at Eric when he stated it", "The change their mind from whipping to killing Eric", "No humor at all ", "They didn't fall for the trick" ], [ "Desire leads to greed", "The bronze of Eric", "The fallacy of humans", "Earth" ], [ "N/A", "It gave credence to the prophecy", "Was random name that was chosen for no purpose ", "N/A" ], [ "Mars was inhabited by evil people", "The same thing can happen to Earth", "N/A", "Mars didn't decline and found the way to happiness" ], [ "The population eventually abused the machine", "They were forced by prophecy", "They did not want to force the destruction", "N/A" ], [ "N/A", "It is unknown", "Garve was attracted by the beautiful women", "He was going to be rich" ], [ "It describes the prophecy", "N/A", "The elders named it", "The title represents the two sides of the city" ] ]

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[ [ "He lay there an instant, knowing that now he had a chance. With his\n face down like this, and the dust smarting his eyes the image was gone", "fear forced Eric to his feet. He fled then, running on the heedless\n feet of panic, outstripping those who were behind him until he passed\n through the great gates into the red dust floor of the canal. The gates", "dust bottom of the canal, to lie face down in the dust, with the chin\n strap of the odd metallic hat cutting cruelly into his chin.", "And as he beat the city changed. It became dull and sordid and evil, a\n city of disgust, with every part offensive to the eye. The spires and", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "\"Funny thing, Eric. A while ago I thought I heard music. I walked down\n to the canal, and it seemed like there were lights, and a town of some", "He stared, and his back was chill with superstitions as old as the\n beginning of man. The city flickered, changing before his eyes until it\n was beautiful again.", "for an instant. He had to get away, he knew that. He had to mount the\n sides of the canal and never look back.", "a soulless husk to walk the low canals with sightless eyes, like those\n who came before you.\nHe strained to push back from the edge, trying to get that fantastic", "wall. It was all he could do to make himself drop into the ugly city.", "would have to go there. Eric must not take a chance on that. After they\n had blasted whatever it was that lay in the canal floor, then it would", "And deep inside him some part of his mind said, \"This is a madness you\n cannot escape. The city is evil, an evil like you have never known,\"\n and a fear as old as time coursed through his frame.", "walking back to the canal.\nThe return back to the city would always live in his mind as a\n phantasmagora, a montage of twisted hate and unseemly beauty. When he", "odd metallic hat, peering over the side of the canal. Behind him the\n little winds sifted red dust into his collar, but he could not move; he", "He squirmed in the dust, feeling it bite his cheeks; he squirmed until\n he could get up and see nothing but the red sand stone walls of the", "Eric was seen an instant later, and the people of the city began to\n converge upon him. He could have destroyed them all with his charges in", "canal. He ran at the walls and clawed his way up like an animal in his\n haste. He wouldn't look again.", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "canal, and up the rocky sides until he stood on the Martian desert, and\n the canal was a thin line behind him. He breathed easily then, for he\n was beyond the range of the illusions.", "\"This whole city is a machine!\" Eric asked." ], [ "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "Eric was seen an instant later, and the people of the city began to\n converge upon him. He could have destroyed them all with his charges in", "Eric asked, \"And I am to destroy the City?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. The time has come.\"", "And deep inside him some part of his mind said, \"This is a madness you\n cannot escape. The city is evil, an evil like you have never known,\"\n and a fear as old as time coursed through his frame.", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "Legend.\" He whirled the sword aloft, and smashed it upon Eric's metal\n hat, and the hatred was a blue flame in his eyes.\nWhen Eric regained consciousness the people of the city were all about", "fear forced Eric to his feet. He fled then, running on the heedless\n feet of panic, outstripping those who were behind him until he passed\n through the great gates into the red dust floor of the canal. The gates", "\"This whole city is a machine!\" Eric asked.", "And as he beat the city changed. It became dull and sordid and evil, a\n city of disgust, with every part offensive to the eye. The spires and", "deafened Eric and the man cried, \"You are right. It is Eric the Bronze.\n Bring the ships and let him be scourged from the city.\"", "He stared, and his back was chill with superstitions as old as the\n beginning of man. The city flickered, changing before his eyes until it\n was beautiful again.", "Eric caught a faint nod here, a gesture there. Kroon nodded as if\n in satisfaction. He turned to the girl, \"And what is your opinion,\n Daughter of the City?\"", "The towers twinkled at him, and the music whispered to him, \"Come back,\n Eric North. Come back to the city.\"", "\"Funny thing, Eric. A while ago I thought I heard music. I walked down\n to the canal, and it seemed like there were lights, and a town of some", "wall. It was all he could do to make himself drop into the ugly city.", "Eric asked, \"And what is this Legend of Eric the Bronze? Why am I so\n despised in the city?\"", "There was nothing he could do. Eric stood quietly until he was taken\n prisoner. They moved him to the center of the wide fur street. Two men", "destroyed when contact with outsiders had been made once again, so that\n our people would again have to struggle forward to knowledge and power.\n The instrument of destruction was to be a man termed Eric the Bronze.", "the use of his weapons Eric could not have gone far. He had to bluff it\n out.\nThen one of the men cried, \"Fools! It is true. We must take no chance" ], [ "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "\"We are going to them, to the center of the city.\" Garve's voice\n sharpened, \"Keep your head down. I think the last two men we passed are\n looking after us. Don't look back.\"", "After a moment Garve said, \"I think they are following us. Get ready\n to run. If we are separated, keep going until you reach City Center.", "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "And as he beat the city changed. It became dull and sordid and evil, a\n city of disgust, with every part offensive to the eye. The spires and", "He stared, and his back was chill with superstitions as old as the\n beginning of man. The city flickered, changing before his eyes until it\n was beautiful again.", "And deep inside him some part of his mind said, \"This is a madness you\n cannot escape. The city is evil, an evil like you have never known,\"\n and a fear as old as time coursed through his frame.", "Garve said, \"Keep your head down and your face hidden. If we meet\n someone you may not be recognized. They won't be expecting you from\n this side of the city.\"", "Garve cried, \"In here,\" and pulled Eric into a crevice between two\n buildings. Eric drew his gun, and savagery began to dance in his eyes.\n The soft fur muffled sounds of pursuit closed in upon them.", "He grinned wryly. He would have liked to know more about the city,\n whatever it was. He would have liked to know more about the people he", "greed into existence. These were banished from the city, and so strong\n is the call of the city that many of them became victims of their own\n evilness, and now walk mindlessly, with no thought but to seek for the", "He turned and began to walk away from the city, and when it began to\n call he took the hat off his head and found peace for a time. Then when", "Garve put one hand on Eric's gun hand and said, \"Wait here. And if you\n value my life, don't use that gun.\" Then he was gone, running deerlike\n down the street.", "Garve had gone down to the city, and Garve had no shielded hat. Eric\n selected two high explosive grenades from the ship's arsenal. They", "The towers twinkled at him, and the music whispered to him, \"Come back,\n Eric North. Come back to the city.\"", "One part of his mind said,\nThis is it, this is the fabled city of\n Mars. This is the beauty and the fantasy and the music of the legends,", "When he came to the city there was a high wall around it, and a heavy\n gate carved with lotus blossoms. He beat against the gate and cried,", "failed because the city, whatever it was, had adjusted to this revised\n pattern as he had approached it. Hence, the helmet had been no defense\n against illusion. However, when he had jerked the helmet off suddenly", "He opened the door and entered. The lock doors were left open so that\n he could enter directly into the body of the ship. He came in in a\n swift leap, calling, \"Garve! Hey, Garve, where are you?\"" ], [ "them. You are a part of a Legend. You are Eric the Bronze.\"", "For an instant Eric thought the ruse had succeeded. He heard cries and\n two men passed him running in pursuit. But then the cry came back. \"Let\n him go. Get the other one. The other one.\"", "Legend.\" He whirled the sword aloft, and smashed it upon Eric's metal\n hat, and the hatred was a blue flame in his eyes.\nWhen Eric regained consciousness the people of the city were all about", "The man drew back the stick and struck again, and Eric's back took\n fire with the blow. The crowd chanted, \"Whips, bring the whips,\" and", "Eric asked, \"You knew I'd come after you?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. The Legend said you'd be back.\"", "Eric was seen an instant later, and the people of the city began to\n converge upon him. He could have destroyed them all with his charges in", "There was nothing he could do. Eric stood quietly until he was taken\n prisoner. They moved him to the center of the wide fur street. Two men", "Eric stopped and whirled to face his brother. \"The Legend? Eric the\n Bronze? What is this wild fantasy?\"", "your hand, stranger.\" She leaned down and grasped his hand. Eric shook\n his arms free, and reached up and clung to the offered hand, thinking,", "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "held his arms, and twisted painfully. The crowd looked at him, coldly,\n calculatingly. One of them said, \"Get the whips. If we whip him he will", "the use of his weapons Eric could not have gone far. He had to bluff it\n out.\nThen one of the men cried, \"Fools! It is true. We must take no chance", "Eric tensed to break away but now it was too late. His captors were\n alert. They increased the twist on his arms until he almost screamed\n with the pain.", "\"Nothing. Dwell here with us and you will be safe from our people. If\n the prediction is not soon fulfilled and you are not the Eric of the\n Legend, you may stay or go as you desire.\"", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "There was only one weapon Eric could use. He had gathered from Garve's\n words that these people were superstitious.", "Eric gaped. No wonder the crowd had shown such hatred. But why were\n the elders so friendly? They were obviously the governing body, and if", "Eric asked, \"And what is this Legend of Eric the Bronze? Why am I so\n despised in the city?\"", "hat!\" The caricature that was his brother seized the hat, and jerked\n so hard that the chin strap broke under Eric's chin. The hat was flung", "so easily dispose of a Legend? If I am Eric of the Legend, can whips\n defeat the prophesy?\"" ], [ "He stared, and his back was chill with superstitions as old as the\n beginning of man. The city flickered, changing before his eyes until it\n was beautiful again.", "And as he beat the city changed. It became dull and sordid and evil, a\n city of disgust, with every part offensive to the eye. The spires and", "And deep inside him some part of his mind said, \"This is a madness you\n cannot escape. The city is evil, an evil like you have never known,\"\n and a fear as old as time coursed through his frame.", "greed into existence. These were banished from the city, and so strong\n is the call of the city that many of them became victims of their own\n evilness, and now walk mindlessly, with no thought but to seek for the", "When he came to the city there was a high wall around it, and a heavy\n gate carved with lotus blossoms. He beat against the gate and cried,", "\"Oh! Let me in. Let me in to the city!\" The music was richer now, as if\n it were everywhere, and the gate swung open without the faintest sound.", "One part of his mind said,\nThis is it, this is the fabled city of\n Mars. This is the beauty and the fantasy and the music of the legends,", "wall. It was all he could do to make himself drop into the ugly city.", "He turned and began to walk away from the city, and when it began to\n call he took the hat off his head and found peace for a time. Then when", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "\"We are going to them, to the center of the city.\" Garve's voice\n sharpened, \"Keep your head down. I think the last two men we passed are\n looking after us. Don't look back.\"", "identity. In view of your danger in the City you are entitled to some\n sort of explanation.\" He glanced around the room and asked, \"What is\n the judgment of the elders?\"", "wine, and women as fair as springtime. These and more were in the city,\n waiting for him to claim them.", "After five minutes ride they came to a building in the center of the\n city. The building was cubical, severe in line and architecture, and it", "contrasted oddly with the exquisite ornament of the rest of the city.\n It was as if it were a monolith from another time, a stranger crouched\n among enemies.", "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "Kroon said, \"I see you are puzzled. Let me tell you the story of the\n City. The City is old. It dates from long ago when the canals of Mars", "failed because the city, whatever it was, had adjusted to this revised\n pattern as he had approached it. Hence, the helmet had been no defense\n against illusion. However, when he had jerked the helmet off suddenly", "wail of music reached him, saying,\nCome into the city, come down into\n the fabled city\n.", "A woman's voice, soft and yet authoritative, called, \"Hold!\" And a\n murmur of respect rippled through the crowd.\n\n\n \"Nolette! The Daughter of the City comes.\"" ], [ "Eric asked, \"And I am to destroy the City?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. The time has come.\"", "destroyed when contact with outsiders had been made once again, so that\n our people would again have to struggle forward to knowledge and power.\n The instrument of destruction was to be a man termed Eric the Bronze.", "Eric was seen an instant later, and the people of the city began to\n converge upon him. He could have destroyed them all with his charges in", "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "For the first time Nolette spoke. She said quietly, \"The name Eric\n was an honorable name of the ancient fathers. It must have been their\n thought that the new beginning should wait for some of their own far\n flung kind to return.\"", "deafened Eric and the man cried, \"You are right. It is Eric the Bronze.\n Bring the ships and let him be scourged from the city.\"", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "protect against this beautiful illusion would provide a metal shield\n of some sort, probably copper in nature. That such a man should come\n is inevitable. But why Eric. Why the name Eric?\"", "Yet the danger was too great. He would go back to his ship and make the\n arrangements to destroy the city. The ship was armed, and to deliver", "would have to go there. Eric must not take a chance on that. After they\n had blasted whatever it was that lay in the canal floor, then it would", "\"Nothing. Dwell here with us and you will be safe from our people. If\n the prediction is not soon fulfilled and you are not the Eric of the\n Legend, you may stay or go as you desire.\"", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "Legend.\" He whirled the sword aloft, and smashed it upon Eric's metal\n hat, and the hatred was a blue flame in his eyes.\nWhen Eric regained consciousness the people of the city were all about", "There was only one weapon Eric could use. He had gathered from Garve's\n words that these people were superstitious.", "the use of his weapons Eric could not have gone far. He had to bluff it\n out.\nThen one of the men cried, \"Fools! It is true. We must take no chance", "Kroon answered, \"According to the Ancient Legend you will destroy the\n city. This, and other things.\"", "There was nothing he could do. Eric stood quietly until he was taken\n prisoner. They moved him to the center of the wide fur street. Two men", "Eric knocked on the door. The door was as plain as the building, made\n of a luminous plastic. It had all the beauty of the great gate door,\n but a more timeless, more functional beauty.", "Eric swung down, his arms still tingling with pleasure where he had\n held her. She said, \"Knock three times on the door. I will see you\n again inside. And thank your brother for sending me to bring you here.\"", "\"But why?\" Eric demanded. For an instant he could see the twinkling\n beauty as clearly as if he had stood outside the walls of this building." ], [ "became plain that the people of Mars were doomed. They had ships, and\n could build more, and gradually they left to colonize other planets.\n Yet they could take little of their science. And fear and riots", "One part of his mind said,\nThis is it, this is the fabled city of\n Mars. This is the beauty and the fantasy and the music of the legends,", "He laughed, a great chest-shattering laugh that gusted out into the\n thin Martian air. He laughed and cried in a great voice, \"And can you", "Kroon said, \"I see you are puzzled. Let me tell you the story of the\n City. The City is old. It dates from long ago when the canals of Mars", "Kroon sighed. \"The people have lost the will to learn. Many do not even\n know of the machine. Our science is almost gone, and only a few of us,", "destroyed much. Also there were those who were filled with love for\n this homeland, and who thought that one day it might be habitable\n again. All the skill of the ancient Martian fathers went into the", "building of a giant machine, the machine that is the City, to protect a\n small colony of those who were chosen to remain on Mars.\"", "canal, and up the rocky sides until he stood on the Martian desert, and\n the canal was a thin line behind him. He breathed easily then, for he\n was beyond the range of the illusions.", "The Beast-Jewel of Mars\nBy V. E. THIESSEN\nThe city was strange, fantastic, beautiful.\n\n He'd never been there before, yet already he", "And as he beat the city changed. It became dull and sordid and evil, a\n city of disgust, with every part offensive to the eye. The spires and", "in areas where it does not conflict with the imagination of the mass.\n We have had strangers, visitors, and even our own people, who grew\n drunk with the power of the machine, who dreamed more and more lust and", "destroyed when contact with outsiders had been made once again, so that\n our people would again have to struggle forward to knowledge and power.\n The instrument of destruction was to be a man termed Eric the Bronze.", "He squirmed in the dust, feeling it bite his cheeks; he squirmed until\n he could get up and see nothing but the red sand stone walls of the", "\"We have passed this down from father to son. A part of the ancient\n Legend is that the builders made provisions for the machine to be", "He stared, and his back was chill with superstitions as old as the\n beginning of man. The city flickered, changing before his eyes until it\n was beautiful again.", "And deep inside him some part of his mind said, \"This is a madness you\n cannot escape. The city is evil, an evil like you have never known,\"\n and a fear as old as time coursed through his frame.", "He lay there an instant, knowing that now he had a chance. With his\n face down like this, and the dust smarting his eyes the image was gone", "\"Yes, or the product of one. The heart of it lies underneath our feet,\n in caverns beneath this building. The nature of the machine is this,\n that it translates thought into reality.\"", "the use of his weapons Eric could not have gone far. He had to bluff it\n out.\nThen one of the men cried, \"Fools! It is true. We must take no chance", "He sobbed, and clawed forward. He stopped to rest, and slowly his head\n began to turn. He turned, and the spires and minarets twinkled at him," ], [ "Eric asked, \"And I am to destroy the City?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. The time has come.\"", "identity. In view of your danger in the City you are entitled to some\n sort of explanation.\" He glanced around the room and asked, \"What is\n the judgment of the elders?\"", "Yet the danger was too great. He would go back to his ship and make the\n arrangements to destroy the city. The ship was armed, and to deliver", "Eric gaped. No wonder the crowd had shown such hatred. But why were\n the elders so friendly? They were obviously the governing body, and if", "Kroon answered, \"According to the Ancient Legend you will destroy the\n city. This, and other things.\"", "The Elders will be expecting you.\" Garve glanced back, and his voice\n sharpened, \"Now! Run!\"", "destroyed when contact with outsiders had been made once again, so that\n our people would again have to struggle forward to knowledge and power.\n The instrument of destruction was to be a man termed Eric the Bronze.", "escape. He asked, \"Who are the Elders?\"", "greed into existence. These were banished from the city, and so strong\n is the call of the city that many of them became victims of their own\n evilness, and now walk mindlessly, with no thought but to seek for the", "Eric was seen an instant later, and the people of the city began to\n converge upon him. He could have destroyed them all with his charges in", "the dreamers, the elders, have kept alive the old knowledge of the\n machine and its history. By the collected powers of our imagination we\n build and control the outward appearance of the city.", "And deep inside him some part of his mind said, \"This is a madness you\n cannot escape. The city is evil, an evil like you have never known,\"\n and a fear as old as time coursed through his frame.", "And as he beat the city changed. It became dull and sordid and evil, a\n city of disgust, with every part offensive to the eye. The spires and", "presiding here looked at Eric and spoke. \"I am Kroon, the eldest of\n the elders. We have brought you here to satisfy ourselves of your", "failed because the city, whatever it was, had adjusted to this revised\n pattern as he had approached it. Hence, the helmet had been no defense\n against illusion. However, when he had jerked the helmet off suddenly", "deafened Eric and the man cried, \"You are right. It is Eric the Bronze.\n Bring the ships and let him be scourged from the city.\"", "\"We are going to them, to the center of the city.\" Garve's voice\n sharpened, \"Keep your head down. I think the last two men we passed are\n looking after us. Don't look back.\"", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "When he came to the city there was a high wall around it, and a heavy\n gate carved with lotus blossoms. He beat against the gate and cried,", "building of a giant machine, the machine that is the City, to protect a\n small colony of those who were chosen to remain on Mars.\"" ], [ "After a moment Garve said, \"I think they are following us. Get ready\n to run. If we are separated, keep going until you reach City Center.", "\"He loves the city. He will also stay, though he will be outside this\n building.\" Kroon clasped his hands. \"Nolette, will you show Eric his\n quarters?\"", "Eric stared at the note, and the line of his jaw was white. Apparently\n Garve had seen the city from farther away, and its effect had not been\n so strong. Even so, Garve's natural curiosity had done the rest.", "\"We are going to them, to the center of the city.\" Garve's voice\n sharpened, \"Keep your head down. I think the last two men we passed are\n looking after us. Don't look back.\"", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "Garve said, \"Keep your head down and your face hidden. If we meet\n someone you may not be recognized. They won't be expecting you from\n this side of the city.\"", "Garve put one hand on Eric's gun hand and said, \"Wait here. And if you\n value my life, don't use that gun.\" Then he was gone, running deerlike\n down the street.", "And deep inside him some part of his mind said, \"This is a madness you\n cannot escape. The city is evil, an evil like you have never known,\"\n and a fear as old as time coursed through his frame.", "He stared, and his back was chill with superstitions as old as the\n beginning of man. The city flickered, changing before his eyes until it\n was beautiful again.", "He grinned wryly. He would have liked to know more about the city,\n whatever it was. He would have liked to know more about the people he", "Garve had gone down to the city, and Garve had no shielded hat. Eric\n selected two high explosive grenades from the ship's arsenal. They", "Garve cried, \"In here,\" and pulled Eric into a crevice between two\n buildings. Eric drew his gun, and savagery began to dance in his eyes.\n The soft fur muffled sounds of pursuit closed in upon them.", "The ship remained mute. He prowled through it, calling, \"Garve,\"\n wondering where the young hothead had gone, and then he saw a note", "greed into existence. These were banished from the city, and so strong\n is the call of the city that many of them became victims of their own\n evilness, and now walk mindlessly, with no thought but to seek for the", "failed because the city, whatever it was, had adjusted to this revised\n pattern as he had approached it. Hence, the helmet had been no defense\n against illusion. However, when he had jerked the helmet off suddenly", "Yet the danger was too great. He would go back to his ship and make the\n arrangements to destroy the city. The ship was armed, and to deliver", "He turned and began to walk away from the city, and when it began to\n call he took the hat off his head and found peace for a time. Then when", "identity. In view of your danger in the City you are entitled to some\n sort of explanation.\" He glanced around the room and asked, \"What is\n the judgment of the elders?\"", "wall. It was all he could do to make himself drop into the ugly city.", "He opened the door and entered. The lock doors were left open so that\n he could enter directly into the body of the ship. He came in in a\n swift leap, calling, \"Garve! Hey, Garve, where are you?\"" ], [ "The wind freshened and the tune of the music began to talk to him. It\n told of going barefoot over long streets of fur. It told of jewels, and", "him. They were very fair, and the women were more beautiful than music.\n Yet now they stared at him with red hate in their eyes. An older man\n came forward and struck at the copper hat with a stick. The clang", "He sobbed, and clawed forward. He stopped to rest, and slowly his head\n began to turn. He turned, and the spires and minarets twinkled at him,", "And as he beat the city changed. It became dull and sordid and evil, a\n city of disgust, with every part offensive to the eye. The spires and", "closed behind him, and the dust beat upon him, and he paused, his heart\n hammering inside his chest like a great bell clapper. He turned and\n looked behind to be sure he was safe.", "When he came to the city there was a high wall around it, and a heavy\n gate carved with lotus blossoms. He beat against the gate and cried,", "The phantasm flickered, the illusion moved. Garve was now more handsome\n than ever, and the city was a dream of delight. Garve said, \"Come,\" and\n Eric followed down a street of blue fur. He had no will to resist.", "He stared, and his back was chill with superstitions as old as the\n beginning of man. The city flickered, changing before his eyes until it\n was beautiful again.", "He squirmed in the dust, feeling it bite his cheeks; he squirmed until\n he could get up and see nothing but the red sand stone walls of the", "\"You still doubt, my friend. Perhaps you are thirsty after your escape.\n Think strongly of a tall glass of cold water, visualize it in your\n mind, the sight and the fluidity and the touch of it.\"", "He stood, amazed, and put the metal hat back on his head. With the\n motion the shift took place again, and beauty was ugliness. Amazed, he", "Eric swung down, his arms still tingling with pleasure where he had\n held her. She said, \"Knock three times on the door. I will see you\n again inside. And thank your brother for sending me to bring you here.\"", "tune over and over again. He found a place where he could scale the\n wall, and thrust the helmet on his head, and clawed up the misshapen", "\"Yes, or the product of one. The heart of it lies underneath our feet,\n in caverns beneath this building. The nature of the machine is this,\n that it translates thought into reality.\"", "it began again he replaced the hat, and revulsion sped his footsteps.\n And so, hat on, hat off, he made his way down the dusty floor of the", "He turned and began to walk away from the city, and when it began to\n call he took the hat off his head and found peace for a time. Then when", "Eric knocked on the door. The door was as plain as the building, made\n of a luminous plastic. It had all the beauty of the great gate door,\n but a more timeless, more functional beauty.", "protect against this beautiful illusion would provide a metal shield\n of some sort, probably copper in nature. That such a man should come\n is inevitable. But why Eric. Why the name Eric?\"", "After five minutes ride they came to a building in the center of the\n city. The building was cubical, severe in line and architecture, and it", "identity. In view of your danger in the City you are entitled to some\n sort of explanation.\" He glanced around the room and asked, \"What is\n the judgment of the elders?\"" ] ]

[ "What was the message from the historical context?", "According to the article what is similar between traveling in space or by land?", "What made Markham believe that the threat was real?", "What did Captain Roger post fail to do as Captain?", "What is ironic about SupSpaceCom's suggestions about the alien's being potential enemy's?", "What enraged the SupSpaceCom?", "What was telling about the second sighting of an alien ship?", "What did Gray realize when the aliens first contacted him after he woke up?", "What planet are the aliens from?", "Why did the aliens leave the planet?" ]

[ [ "Alexander the Great was a powerful conqueror", "Background on Egypt and the Babylon", "No message", "Prelude to the challenges of powerful neighbors" ], [ "The need for mode of transportation", "Article does not mention a similarity", "The need for quality pilots", "The bore of travel" ], [ "Markham actually believed it was a ruse", "Markham's gut instinct", "Due to the alarms going off in the ship", "The reaction from the crew" ], [ "Investigate the craft thoroughly and report back to base", "Alert the base about the craft immediately and not wait the several hours observing it", "He broke the chain of command", "Destroy the craft" ], [ "All aliens are enemies", "Michell clearly has a personal vendetta", "No irony", "Humans are also potential enemies " ], [ "The embarrassment of the trial", "The fact that Post had considered the aliens friends", "The aliens knew Earth's location", "That the aliens appeared to have pity" ], [ "The aliens did use the telviz", "They implied they knew about Earth's motives and actions", "Their understanding of Earth's language", "The aliens were actually a threat to human kind" ], [ "The aliens did use telepathy", "Gray was extremely frightened", "They were planning an attack", "They had been on Earth before" ], [ "Mars", "Venus", "Unknown galaxy", "Earth" ], [ "They wanted to leave the planet due to the bloodlust", "They wanted to conquer another planet", "The planet was disintegrating", "They were just lost in space" ] ]

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[ [ "and the newscasts had carried it in its entirety, partially to stress to\n the public mind the importance of the situation, and partially as a\n warning to other spacemen.", "chance and dipped their flags in the old manner and passed on to their\n different destinations. They even were able to telviz us a message.\"", "He had not caught the message. For a brief moment he thought the sound\n had been a dream.", "Alexander had not been the first to be faced with this problem, nor was\n he the last. So it was later with Rome, and later with Napoleon, and\n later still with Adolf the Aryan, and still later—", "\"Pitying!\" Michell ejaculated.\n\n\n The captain was nervous but determined. \"Yes, sir. I had the distinct\n feeling that the being that sent the message felt sorry for us.\"", "to seek understanding. Before we left, we felt it our duty to explain\n our presence and our purpose—that is, partially.\n\"Yes,\" he said. Then, in an attempt to check the conclusion at which he", "He was becoming more confident now; widely awake, it was less strange to\n hear the words come from his commonplace home model telviz set. \"Our\n second mistake was in looking for you throughout space,\" he said softly.", "And again the alien had sent a message—seemingly, at least, by telviz.\nWe are no danger to you, mankind. Seek your destiny in peace. Your", "It came in the early hours of the morning. He awakened, not without a\n chill of fear, the sound of his telviz set in his ears. He had left it", "Post said hesitantly, \"I didn't think it necessary, sir. His attitude\n was—well, of peace. It was as if we were two ships that had met by", "man—or slaughtered to extinction. And even your fellows in the recent\n past were butchered; man killed man wholesale. Do you blame us for\n keeping our existence a secret? We knew that the day humans discovered", "He said, \"I ... I don't understand.\" Then, suddenly, he did understand,\n as though by an inspired revelation. Why they were able to speak", "At any rate, neither man nor we need dread the future any longer. We\n have escaped the danger that overhung us, and you know now that we are\n no alien enemies from space threatening you. We wish you well, mankind;", "When he had finished, he waited for their questions. The first came from\n SupSpaceCom Michell. He said, thoughtfully, \"You believe their words to\n be substantially correct, Gray?\"", "humans too easily. An alien to our world would have had much more\n trouble. Our ways, our methods of thinking, are not strange to you.\"\nYou have discovered a secret which has been kept for many centuries,", "Suddenly, the telviz blared.\nCalling the Neuve Los Angeles. Calling the Neuve Los Angeles. Be\n unafraid. We are not hostile.", "Finally man had come in contact with another intelligence. He had been\n dreading it, fearing it, for decades; now it was here. Another life form", "perhaps the future will see changes in your nature. It is in this\n friendly hope that we have contacted humanity through you, Mr. Gray.\nThe elderly journalist said quietly, \"I appreciate your thoughtfulness", "answer. Perhaps he shouldn't have said that. He was alone in this small\n house; he had no knowledge of their intentions toward him.", "It was immediately obvious, there at the craft's heart, that this was no\n farce, at least not a deliberate one. Captain Roger Post, youthful" ], [ "And so it is in space.", "aircraft—or be it by spaceship, travel is nothing more than boring.", "It isn't travel that is broadening, stimulating, or educational. Not the\n traveling itself. Visiting new cities, new countries, new continents, or\n even new planets,\nyes", "Our progress was greatly aided by our being able to utilize the science\n that man has already developed. You've noted, for instance, how similar\n our space ships are to your own.", "Earth, mistress of the Solar System. He was seasoned enough as a space\n traveler to steel himself against the monotony with cards and books,", "your ship, and it's very stimulating. But after that first period it\n becomes boring, monotonous, sameness to the point of redundance.", "Markham Gray, free lance journalist for more years than he would admit\n to, was en route from the Neptune satellite Triton to his home planet,", "yes\n. But the travel itself,\nno\n. Be it by the\n methods of the Twentieth Century—automobile, bus, train, or", "of staring at endless space. He wished that there was a larger number of\n passengers aboard. The half-dozen businessmen and their women and\n children had left him cold and he was doing his best to avoid them. Now,", "watchful of the passengers out here in deep space—they came down with\n space cafard at the drop of a hat. Markham Gray reminded Bormann of\n pictures of Benjamin Franklin he'd seen in history books, and ordinarily", "been enough. With rare exception, the view on the screen seemed almost\n like a still; a velvety blackness with pin-points of brilliant light,\n unmoving, unchanging.", "\"I believe them to be entirely truthful, your excellency,\" the\n journalist told him sincerely.\n\n\n \"Then they are on the verge of leaving the Earth and removing to this\n other planet in some other star system?\"", "had just arrived, he added, \"You are going from the Solar\n System—leaving your home for a new one?\"", "was more than usually informed on space travel and the problems relating\n to it, second, he had been present at—in fact, had made himself—the\n first sighting of the aliens.", ", a four-man scout returning to the Venus base after a\n patrol in the direction of Sirius, held the intruder in its viewer for a\n full five minutes. Once again, no estimation of its distance nor size", "had conquered space, and, seemingly, had equipment, in some respects at\n least, superior to humanity's.", "Oh, it's interesting enough for the first few hours, say. You look out\n the window of your car, bus, train, or airliner, or over the side of", "itself. Several facts point that way. For instance, your ships are\n minute models of Earth ships, or, rather, of human ships. You have\n obviously copied them. Then, too, you have been able to communicate with", "unreceptive. The ridiculousness of expecting Post to blast off into\n space in an attempt to fool the other craft in regard to his home\n planet was obvious. The whole affair had taken place within the solar", "approximately our own size. Actually, you must be quite tiny.\"\nQuite tiny, Markham Gray. Although, of course, the way we think of it\n is that you are quite huge." ], [ "Markham Gray.\nHe was more at ease now; somehow there was no threat in the attitude of\n the other. Gray said, \"The hardest thing for me to understand is why it\nhas", "Unless you had a vivid imagination of the type which had remained with\n Markham Gray down through the years, a few minutes at a time would have", "awful presence of man on the Earth, we feel that we can look forward to\n security.\nMarkham Gray remained quiet for a long time. \"I am still amazed that you", "and hope you are correct. Good luck to you in your new world.\"\nThank you, Markham Gray, and goodbye.\nThe set was suddenly quiet again.", "And it was there that Markham Gray refused to go along. He had agreed\n with poor Captain Post, now serving a life sentence in the Martian", "Markham Gray felt cold fingers trace their way up his back. \"Why, why, I\n must have noticed it several hours ago, Captain. But ... an\nalien", "Markham Gray, like thousands of others, had sat on the edge of his chair\n in the living room of his small suburban home, and followed the trial\n closely on his telviz.", "In a way, the whole business had been a good thing for Markham Gray. As\n a free lancing journalist, he'd had a considerable advantage. First, he", "Markham Gray's face had paled in horror. \"But why?\" he blurted. \"Why not\n let them go in peace? All they've wanted for centuries is to escape us,\n to have a planet of their own.\"", "When he had finished, he waited for their questions. The first came from\n SupSpaceCom Michell. He said, thoughtfully, \"You believe their words to\n be substantially correct, Gray?\"", "Markham Gray stood before the assembled Military Council of the Solar\n System. He had told his story without interruption to this most powerful\n body on Earth. They listened to him in silence.", "Markham Gray followed the matter with more than average interest, after\n their arrival at the New Albuquerque spaceport. Not that average\n interest wasn't high.", "But even Markham Gray, with his ability to dream and to discern that\n which is beyond, found himself twisting with ennui after thirty minutes", "Markham Gray, watching and listening to this over his set, shook his\n head in dissatisfaction. As always, the military mind was dull and", "Markham Gray pointed a finger at the lower left hand corner of the\n screen. \"Then what is that, Lieutenant?\" he asked sarcastically.", "answer. Perhaps he shouldn't have said that. He was alone in this small\n house; he had no knowledge of their intentions toward him.", "It came in the early hours of the morning. He awakened, not without a\n chill of fear, the sound of his telviz set in his ears. He had left it", "watchful of the passengers out here in deep space—they came down with\n space cafard at the drop of a hat. Markham Gray reminded Bormann of\n pictures of Benjamin Franklin he'd seen in history books, and ordinarily", "It was immediately obvious, there at the craft's heart, that this was no\n farce, at least not a deliberate one. Captain Roger Post, youthful", "Post said hesitantly, \"I didn't think it necessary, sir. His attitude\n was—well, of peace. It was as if we were two ships that had met by" ], [ "The court martial of Captain Roger Post had been short and merciless.\n Free access to the trial had been given to the press and telviz systems,", "It was immediately obvious, there at the craft's heart, that this was no\n farce, at least not a deliberate one. Captain Roger Post, youthful", "SupSpaceCom Michell had been blunt and ruthless. He had rapped out,\n bitingly, \"Roger Post, as captain of the", "And it was there that Markham Gray refused to go along. He had agreed\n with poor Captain Post, now serving a life sentence in the Martian", "Post said hesitantly, \"I didn't think it necessary, sir. His attitude\n was—well, of peace. It was as if we were two ships that had met by", "Roger Post stood silent for a moment. Finally he answered, \"Sir, I still\n think it was the telviz, rather than a telepathic communication, but\n the ... the tone of voice seemed to give me the impression of pitying.\"", "\"Nor even friends?\" Captain Post had asked softly.", "The captain's face was white and frozen. He said, so quietly that they\n could hardly make it out, \"That's not all. Our alarms still haven't been", "Michell glared at his subordinate. \"That is what it amounts to, Captain;\n and the thing to remember is that they feel the same way. They must!", "Roger Post was saying hesitantly, \"Then it is assumed that the alien\n craft wasn't friendly?\"", "he didn't mind spending a little time now and then talking things over\n with him. But right now he was hoping the old duffer wasn't going to\n keep him from the game going on forward with Captain Post and the", "The captain had spun back around to stare at the screen again, as though\n to reassure himself of what he had already seen.", "He heaved himself to his feet, grunting with the effort, and,\n disregarding the repeated command that passengers proceed to their", "unreceptive. The ridiculousness of expecting Post to blast off into\n space in an attempt to fool the other craft in regard to his home\n planet was obvious. The whole affair had taken place within the solar", "captain's report made a sensation.", "\"Pitying!\" Michell ejaculated.\n\n\n The captain was nervous but determined. \"Yes, sir. I had the distinct\n feeling that the being that sent the message felt sorry for us.\"", "When all these failed, he sometimes spent a half hour or so staring at\n the vision screen which took up a considerable area of one wall of the\n lounge.", "Bormann said soothingly, \"It's not that, sir. You've just made a\n mistake. If a ship was within reasonable distance, the alarms would be", "\"There are no other ships in the vicinity,\" he grated, almost as though\n to himself. \"Besides that, as far as I know, and I should know, there", "At the elderly journalist's entrance, the skipper had shot a quick,\n irritated glance over his shoulder and had begun to snap something; he\n cut it off. Instead, he said, \"When did you first sight the alien ship,\n Mr. Gray?\"" ], [ "SupSpaceCom Michell indicated his disgust with an impatient flick of his\n hand. \"Any alien is a potential enemy, Post; that should be elementary.", "The supreme commander of Earth's space forces dropped that point. \"Let\n us go back again. When you received this telepathic message—or whatever\n it was—what was your reaction? Did it seem friendly, domineering, or\n what?\"", "The SupSpaceCom snapped, \"That was undoubtedly a case of telepathy. The\n alien is equipped in some manner to impose thoughts upon the human\n brain. You", "And a potential enemy is an enemy in fact. Even though these aliens\n might seem amiable enough today, how do we know they will be in the\n future—possibly in the far future? There can be no friendship with", "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "The tolerance was gone now. The SupSpaceCom said coldly, \"Don't be a\n pessimistic defeatist, Gray.\"", "At any rate, neither man nor we need dread the future any longer. We\n have escaped the danger that overhung us, and you know now that we are\n no alien enemies from space threatening you. We wish you well, mankind;", "The SupSpaceCom's face had gone red with indignation.\nIt was three years before another of the aliens was sighted. Three", "SupSpaceCom Michell eyed him tolerantly. \"You seem to have been taken\n in, Mr. Gray. Once they've established themselves in their new world, we", "The SupSpaceCom mused aloud. \"We'll be able to locate them when they\n blast off en masse. Their single ships are so small that they missed", "any get through to their new planet, we'll at least know where they are\n and can take our time destroying it.\"", "alien\n!...\n I....\" He peered at the enlarged craft on the screen. \"Are you sure,\n Captain? It seems remarkably like our own. I would say—\"", "When he had finished, he waited for their questions. The first came from\n SupSpaceCom Michell. He said, thoughtfully, \"You believe their words to\n be substantially correct, Gray?\"", "aliens. We can't afford to have neighbors; we can't afford to be\n encircled by enemies.\"", "Finally man had come in contact with another intelligence. He had been\n dreading it, fearing it, for decades; now it was here. Another life form", "unreceptive. The ridiculousness of expecting Post to blast off into\n space in an attempt to fool the other craft in regard to his home\n planet was obvious. The whole affair had taken place within the solar", "SupSpaceCom Michell had been blunt and ruthless. He had rapped out,\n bitingly, \"Roger Post, as captain of the", "itself. Several facts point that way. For instance, your ships are\n minute models of Earth ships, or, rather, of human ships. You have\n obviously copied them. Then, too, you have been able to communicate with", "POTENTIAL ENEMY\nby Mack Reynolds\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Orbit volume 1", "And again the alien had sent a message—seemingly, at least, by telviz.\nWe are no danger to you, mankind. Seek your destiny in peace. Your" ], [ "The tolerance was gone now. The SupSpaceCom said coldly, \"Don't be a\n pessimistic defeatist, Gray.\"", "The SupSpaceCom's face had gone red with indignation.\nIt was three years before another of the aliens was sighted. Three", "SupSpaceCom Michell had been blunt and ruthless. He had rapped out,\n bitingly, \"Roger Post, as captain of the", "SupSpaceCom Michell indicated his disgust with an impatient flick of his\n hand. \"Any alien is a potential enemy, Post; that should be elementary.", "The supreme commander of Earth's space forces dropped that point. \"Let\n us go back again. When you received this telepathic message—or whatever\n it was—what was your reaction? Did it seem friendly, domineering, or\n what?\"", "The SupSpaceCom mused aloud. \"We'll be able to locate them when they\n blast off en masse. Their single ships are so small that they missed", "The SupSpaceCom snapped, \"That was undoubtedly a case of telepathy. The\n alien is equipped in some manner to impose thoughts upon the human\n brain. You", "Post had stood before the raised dais upon which were seated SupSpaceCom\n Michell and four other high-ranking officers and heard the charge", "When he had finished, he waited for their questions. The first came from\n SupSpaceCom Michell. He said, thoughtfully, \"You believe their words to\n be substantially correct, Gray?\"", "SupSpaceCom Michell eyed him tolerantly. \"You seem to have been taken\n in, Mr. Gray. Once they've established themselves in their new world, we", "There was quiet on the bridge of the earth ship. Screaming quiet. It was\n seemingly hours before they had recovered even to the point of staring\n at one another.", "unreceptive. The ridiculousness of expecting Post to blast off into\n space in an attempt to fool the other craft in regard to his home\n planet was obvious. The whole affair had taken place within the solar", "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "\"Pitying!\" Michell ejaculated.\n\n\n The captain was nervous but determined. \"Yes, sir. I had the distinct\n feeling that the being that sent the message felt sorry for us.\"", "momentarily confused in a situation which they had never expected to\n face. The two officers stood before the bridge vision screen watching,\n wide-eyed, that sector of space containing the other vessel. They had", "At the elderly journalist's entrance, the skipper had shot a quick,\n irritated glance over his shoulder and had begun to snap something; he\n cut it off. Instead, he said, \"When did you first sight the alien ship,\n Mr. Gray?\"", "had conquered space, and, seemingly, had equipment, in some respects at\n least, superior to humanity's.", "any get through to their new planet, we'll at least know where they are\n and can take our time destroying it.\"", "and the newscasts had carried it in its entirety, partially to stress to\n the public mind the importance of the situation, and partially as a\n warning to other spacemen.", "At any rate, neither man nor we need dread the future any longer. We\n have escaped the danger that overhung us, and you know now that we are\n no alien enemies from space threatening you. We wish you well, mankind;" ], [ "The second view of the alien ship was similar to the first. This, time\n the\nPendleton", "was more than usually informed on space travel and the problems relating\n to it, second, he had been present at—in fact, had made himself—the\n first sighting of the aliens.", "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "At the elderly journalist's entrance, the skipper had shot a quick,\n irritated glance over his shoulder and had begun to snap something; he\n cut it off. Instead, he said, \"When did you first sight the alien ship,\n Mr. Gray?\"", "Finally man had come in contact with another intelligence. He had been\n dreading it, fearing it, for decades; now it was here. Another life form", "The SupSpaceCom's face had gone red with indignation.\nIt was three years before another of the aliens was sighted. Three", "He was becoming more confident now; widely awake, it was less strange to\n hear the words come from his commonplace home model telviz set. \"Our\n second mistake was in looking for you throughout space,\" he said softly.", "momentarily confused in a situation which they had never expected to\n face. The two officers stood before the bridge vision screen watching,\n wide-eyed, that sector of space containing the other vessel. They had", ", a four-man scout returning to the Venus base after a\n patrol in the direction of Sirius, held the intruder in its viewer for a\n full five minutes. Once again, no estimation of its distance nor size", "itself. Several facts point that way. For instance, your ships are\n minute models of Earth ships, or, rather, of human ships. You have\n obviously copied them. Then, too, you have been able to communicate with", "alien\n!...\n I....\" He peered at the enlarged craft on the screen. \"Are you sure,\n Captain? It seems remarkably like our own. I would say—\"", "Markham Gray felt cold fingers trace their way up his back. \"Why, why, I\n must have noticed it several hours ago, Captain. But ... an\nalien", "The supreme commander of Earth's space forces dropped that point. \"Let\n us go back again. When you received this telepathic message—or whatever\n it was—what was your reaction? Did it seem friendly, domineering, or\n what?\"", "had conquered space, and, seemingly, had equipment, in some respects at\n least, superior to humanity's.", "And again the alien had sent a message—seemingly, at least, by telviz.\nWe are no danger to you, mankind. Seek your destiny in peace. Your", "weren't disrupted, your ships were really too small to register. That's\n where we made our first mistake. We assumed, for no valid reason, that\n you were approximately our own size. We were willing to picture you as", "are no Earth craft that look exactly like that. There are striking\n similarities, I'll admit, to our St. Louis class scouts, but those jets\n on the prow—there's nothing like them either in existence or", "\"Pitying!\" Michell ejaculated.\n\n\n The captain was nervous but determined. \"Yes, sir. I had the distinct\n feeling that the being that sent the message felt sorry for us.\"", "all, your spaceships are tiny. Probably less than ten pounds.\"\nAbout four, Mr. Gray.\n\"Which explains why our instruments did not record them; the instruments", "There was quiet on the bridge of the earth ship. Screaming quiet. It was\n seemingly hours before they had recovered even to the point of staring\n at one another." ], [ "Markham Gray felt cold fingers trace their way up his back. \"Why, why, I\n must have noticed it several hours ago, Captain. But ... an\nalien", "Finally man had come in contact with another intelligence. He had been\n dreading it, fearing it, for decades; now it was here. Another life form", "Gray?\nGray wet his lips. He might be signing his death warrant, but he\n couldn't stop now. \"Because you are not really 'aliens,' but of Earth", "Then the telviz spoke again. The screen was blank. It said,\nYou are\n awake, Mr. Gray?\nHe stared at it, uncomprehending.", "At the elderly journalist's entrance, the skipper had shot a quick,\n irritated glance over his shoulder and had begun to snap something; he\n cut it off. Instead, he said, \"When did you first sight the alien ship,\n Mr. Gray?\"", "So it was not really strange that it was he the aliens chose to contact.", "Gray winced and changed the subject. \"You have found your new planet?\"\nAt last. We are about to begin transportation of our population to the\n new world. For the first time since our ancestors became aware of the", "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "Markham Gray's face had paled in horror. \"But why?\" he blurted. \"Why not\n let them go in peace? All they've wanted for centuries is to escape us,\n to have a planet of their own.\"", "was more than usually informed on space travel and the problems relating\n to it, second, he had been present at—in fact, had made himself—the\n first sighting of the aliens.", "When he had finished, he waited for their questions. The first came from\n SupSpaceCom Michell. He said, thoughtfully, \"You believe their words to\n be substantially correct, Gray?\"", "Gray felt sickness well through him \"But ... but this policy.... What\n happens when man finally finds on his borders a life form more advanced\n than he—an intelligence strong enough to destroy rather than be\n destroyed?\"", "Markham Gray followed the matter with more than average interest, after\n their arrival at the New Albuquerque spaceport. Not that average\n interest wasn't high.", "He was becoming more confident now; widely awake, it was less strange to\n hear the words come from his commonplace home model telviz set. \"Our\n second mistake was in looking for you throughout space,\" he said softly.", "Markham Gray stood before the assembled Military Council of the Solar\n System. He had told his story without interruption to this most powerful\n body on Earth. They listened to him in silence.", "SupSpaceCom Michell eyed him tolerantly. \"You seem to have been taken\n in, Mr. Gray. Once they've established themselves in their new world, we", "perhaps the future will see changes in your nature. It is in this\n friendly hope that we have contacted humanity through you, Mr. Gray.\nThe elderly journalist said quietly, \"I appreciate your thoughtfulness", "The SupSpaceCom snapped, \"That was undoubtedly a case of telepathy. The\n alien is equipped in some manner to impose thoughts upon the human\n brain. You", "The supreme commander of Earth's space forces dropped that point. \"Let\n us go back again. When you received this telepathic message—or whatever\n it was—what was your reaction? Did it seem friendly, domineering, or\n what?\"", "\"Pitying!\" Michell ejaculated.\n\n\n The captain was nervous but determined. \"Yes, sir. I had the distinct\n feeling that the being that sent the message felt sorry for us.\"" ], [ "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "At any rate, neither man nor we need dread the future any longer. We\n have escaped the danger that overhung us, and you know now that we are\n no alien enemies from space threatening you. We wish you well, mankind;", "itself. Several facts point that way. For instance, your ships are\n minute models of Earth ships, or, rather, of human ships. You have\n obviously copied them. Then, too, you have been able to communicate with", "Finally man had come in contact with another intelligence. He had been\n dreading it, fearing it, for decades; now it was here. Another life form", "there was another intelligence on Earth they would begin making plans to\n dominate or, even more likely, to destroy us. Our only chance was to\n find some refuge away from Earth. That is why we began to search the", "any get through to their new planet, we'll at least know where they are\n and can take our time destroying it.\"", "capture some of their ships intact. As soon as we find what kind of\n insect they are, our bacteriologists will be able to work on a method to\n eliminate any that might remain on Earth.\"", "The supreme commander of Earth's space forces dropped that point. \"Let\n us go back again. When you received this telepathic message—or whatever\n it was—what was your reaction? Did it seem friendly, domineering, or\n what?\"", ", a four-man scout returning to the Venus base after a\n patrol in the direction of Sirius, held the intruder in its viewer for a\n full five minutes. Once again, no estimation of its distance nor size", "Markham Gray's face had paled in horror. \"But why?\" he blurted. \"Why not\n let them go in peace? All they've wanted for centuries is to escape us,\n to have a planet of their own.\"", "\"I believe them to be entirely truthful, your excellency,\" the\n journalist told him sincerely.\n\n\n \"Then they are on the verge of leaving the Earth and removing to this\n other planet in some other star system?\"", "The SupSpaceCom snapped, \"That was undoubtedly a case of telepathy. The\n alien is equipped in some manner to impose thoughts upon the human\n brain. You", "Gray winced and changed the subject. \"You have found your new planet?\"\nAt last. We are about to begin transportation of our population to the\n new world. For the first time since our ancestors became aware of the", "other stars for a planet similar to this and suitable to our form of\n life.\n\"You could have fought back, had we attempted to destroy you,\" Gray said\n uncomfortably.", "Gray?\nGray wet his lips. He might be signing his death warrant, but he\n couldn't stop now. \"Because you are not really 'aliens,' but of Earth", "The SupSpaceCom's face had gone red with indignation.\nIt was three years before another of the aliens was sighted. Three", "alien\n!...\n I....\" He peered at the enlarged craft on the screen. \"Are you sure,\n Captain? It seems remarkably like our own. I would say—\"", "So it was not really strange that it was he the aliens chose to contact.", "And again the alien had sent a message—seemingly, at least, by telviz.\nWe are no danger to you, mankind. Seek your destiny in peace. Your", "had conquered space, and, seemingly, had equipment, in some respects at\n least, superior to humanity's." ], [ "At any rate, neither man nor we need dread the future any longer. We\n have escaped the danger that overhung us, and you know now that we are\n no alien enemies from space threatening you. We wish you well, mankind;", "there was another intelligence on Earth they would begin making plans to\n dominate or, even more likely, to destroy us. Our only chance was to\n find some refuge away from Earth. That is why we began to search the", "Markham Gray's face had paled in horror. \"But why?\" he blurted. \"Why not\n let them go in peace? All they've wanted for centuries is to escape us,\n to have a planet of their own.\"", "\"\nAlien?\n\"\n\n\n \"Yes, alien. When did you first sight it? It is obviously following us\n in order to locate our home planet.\" There was extreme tension in the\n captain's voice.", "Finally man had come in contact with another intelligence. He had been\n dreading it, fearing it, for decades; now it was here. Another life form", "any get through to their new planet, we'll at least know where they are\n and can take our time destroying it.\"", "\"I believe them to be entirely truthful, your excellency,\" the\n journalist told him sincerely.\n\n\n \"Then they are on the verge of leaving the Earth and removing to this\n other planet in some other star system?\"", "Gray winced and changed the subject. \"You have found your new planet?\"\nAt last. We are about to begin transportation of our population to the\n new world. For the first time since our ancestors became aware of the", "So it was not really strange that it was he the aliens chose to contact.", "capture some of their ships intact. As soon as we find what kind of\n insect they are, our bacteriologists will be able to work on a method to\n eliminate any that might remain on Earth.\"", "itself. Several facts point that way. For instance, your ships are\n minute models of Earth ships, or, rather, of human ships. You have\n obviously copied them. Then, too, you have been able to communicate with", "read—failure to attack the alien craft, destroy it, and thus prevent\n the aliens—wherever they might be from—returning to their own world\n and reporting the presence of man in the galaxy.", "had conquered space, and, seemingly, had equipment, in some respects at\n least, superior to humanity's.", "The SupSpaceCom's face had gone red with indignation.\nIt was three years before another of the aliens was sighted. Three", "Neuve Los Angeles\n, why did\n you not either destroy the alien craft, or, if you felt it too strong\n for your ship, why did you not blast off into space, luring it away from", "we were appalled by the only other form of life on our planet with a\n developed intelligence. Why, not even your own kind is safe from your\n bloodlust. The lesser animals on Earth have been either enslaved by", "other stars for a planet similar to this and suitable to our form of\n life.\n\"You could have fought back, had we attempted to destroy you,\" Gray said\n uncomfortably.", "man—or slaughtered to extinction. And even your fellows in the recent\n past were butchered; man killed man wholesale. Do you blame us for\n keeping our existence a secret? We knew that the day humans discovered", "Gray?\nGray wet his lips. He might be signing his death warrant, but he\n couldn't stop now. \"Because you are not really 'aliens,' but of Earth", "The supreme commander of Earth's space forces dropped that point. \"Let\n us go back again. When you received this telepathic message—or whatever\n it was—what was your reaction? Did it seem friendly, domineering, or\n what?\"" ] ]

[ "In the passage what was considered the Post's original virtue?", "What does the Time's print being color and the Post's black/white suggest?", "What is the downside of chasing astonishing stories?", "What does the author suggest with describing the writer as writerish?", "Which paper would be considered flushed?", "What does the \"raid\" men in the passage?", "Why did the editorial risk for the Post not work?", "What does the passage suggest about successful news?", "Based on the passage where does the Times get its edge?" ]

[ [ "Risk Taking", "Sports", "Stocks", "Deep local issues" ], [ "The Post is cheap", "The Time's are more current", "The Time's are irrelevant", "The Post is lazy" ], [ "Nothing, they make career", "N/A", "They are hard to find", "Stories can be fabricated" ], [ "No experience", "Superb writer", "Elegance over substance", "No suggestion" ], [ "N/A", "Times", "N/A", "Post" ], [ "The moment the Times invaded the post ", "What the post calls their writers", "Stealing of writers", "How careless the Times can be " ], [ "It neglected their audience", "It didn't have good writers", "Was labeled as racist", "It actually worked out" ], [ "Writing fluctuates", "Editors are key", "Writers are key", "Topics are key" ], [ "The culture", "The writers", "The successions", "It's first editor" ] ]

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[ "How would the people around Bruce describe him?", "What is NOT a strange thing about the mountain?", "What was the purpose of climbing the mountain?", "Why is Bruce different from the others in his group?", "What is Bruce responsible during the mountain climbing?", "What happened to all the other previous expeditions to Mars?", "What is the relationship between Marsha and Bruce?", "What traits best describe Terrence?", "What does the mountain symbolize?" ]

[ [ "Humorous", "Blunt", "Unstable", "Likeable" ], [ "It's a different color than the rest of the landscape", "It's incredibly tall", "It's taller than they expected it to be", "It's around nothing else that's tall" ], [ "To find the old ships", "To gather geological data", "To conquer it and understand why it's there", "To find the others who climbed the mountain before" ], [ "He's the one who wants to climb the mountain the most", "He doesn't have an interest in climbing the mountain", "He wants to murder all of the group members before they can climb the mountain", "He wants to go back to Earth to see his family while the others don't have families back on Earth" ], [ "He needs to record observations", "He needs to act as the healter", "He needs to watch rations", "He needs to watch the rope" ], [ "They all killed each other from madness", "They all died climbing the mountain", "They all crashed into the mountain before they could explore", "They all contracted a disease the Martians spread" ], [ "They're lovers", "They're just coworkers", "They're old friends", "They used to be lovers" ], [ "Confident and handsome", "Fair and strong", "Empathetic and leader-like", "Crazed and determined" ], [ "Capitalism", "Discovery", "Pure Knowledge", "Greed" ] ]

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[ [ "\"I'll do that,\" Bruce said. \"It should be interesting.\"\nBruce watched them go, away and up and around the immediate face of", "He listened to her voice, first the crazy laughter, and then a whisper.\n \"Bruce, hello down there.\" Her voice was all mixed up with fear and", "\"There are plenty on Earth who agree with me,\" Bruce said. \"I can say\n what I think now because you can't do more than kill me and you'll do\n that regardless....\"", "Bruce felt the old weakness coming into his knees, the sweat beginning\n to run down his face. He took a deep breath and stood there before the\n cold nihilistic stares of fourteen eyes.", "\"Is that all, Bruce?\"\n\n\n \"That's about all. Except that I'd like to kill all of you. And I would\n if I had the chance.\"", "\"Yes,\" Bruce said. \"There's a lot of people like us on Earth, but\n they'll never get the chance—the chance we seem to have here, to live\n decently....\"", "Bruce listened and noted and took sedatives and opened cans of food\n concentrates. He smoked and ate and slept. He had plenty of time. He\n had only time and the dreams which he knew he could utilize later to\n take care of the time.", "\"Once,\" Bruce said. \"She might have been sane. They got her when she\n was young. Too young to fight. But she would have, I think, if she'd\n been older when they got her.\"", "\"Now we get another lecture!\" Terrence exploded. He leaned forward.\n \"You're sick, Bruce. They did a bad psych job on you. They should never", "Bruce listened to the wind. It seemed to rise higher and higher.\n Terrence, who had climbed still higher, was calling. \"Think of it! What", "Bruce figured the others might still be climbing somewhere, or maybe\n they were dead. Either way it wouldn't make any difference to him. He\n knew they would never come back down.", "\"I didn't\nknow\nthat, but I didn't\nthink\nwe ever would again.\"\n\n\n \"We wouldn't want to anyway, would we, Bruce?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "\"No,\" Bruce said. \"I apologize. None of you know what I'm talking\n about.\"", "\"Just fantastic stuff. Ask your Pavlovian there,\" Bruce said. \"People\n talk to me, and there are other things in the dreams. Voices and some\n kind of shapes that aren't what you would call human at all.\"", "She hesitated, avoiding Bruce's eyes. \"Nothing at all. There wasn't\n anything out there to see, except the dust and rocks. That's all there", "\"Look here, Bruce. I wondered how long it would take to get it through\n that thick poetic head of yours!\"", "time passed, the way time does when no one cares. Bruce stopped taking\n the sedatives finally. The dreams came back and became, somehow, more\n real each time. He needed the companionship of the dreams.", "Bruce reached for the suit on its hook, started climbing into it.\n \"Where?\" he asked. \"Mars looks alike wherever you go. Where did you\n think I'd be running to?\"", "Terrence's big, square face frowned a little. Bruce was aware suddenly\n of the sound of the bleak, never-ending wind against the plastilene", "Bruce felt an odd tingling in his stomach. The wind's voice seemed to\n sharpen and rise to a kind of wail." ], [ "\"The mountain,\" Terrence said. \"You've been afraid even to talk about\n scaling it.\"", "There was no mountain.\nFor one shivery moment he knew fear. And then the fear went away, and", "Outside, in the weird light of the double moons, Bruce looked up at the\n gigantic overhang of the mountain. It was unbelievable. The mountain", "entire face of the planet was smoothed into soft, undulating red hills\n by erosion. And there in the middle of barren nothingness rose that one\n incredible mountain. On certain nights when the stars were right, it", "mountain of the Conquerors is the reality of Mars. This is the Mars no\n Conqueror will ever see.\"\nThey walked toward the ugly red mound that jutted above the green. When", "From forty thousand feet, Terrence said, \"We gauged this mountain\n at forty-five thousand. But here we are at forty and there doesn't", "is\nimpossible. We keep climbing\n and now we look up and we can see up and up and there the mountain is\n going up and up—\"", "seem to be any top. We can see up and up and the mountain keeps on\n going. I don't understand how we could have made such an error in our", "He kept on looking at the place where the mountain had been. Or maybe\n it still was; he couldn't make up his mind yet. Which was and which was\n not? That barren icy world without life, or this?", "either, as the people of Earth and Venus discovered, unless it is\n given an impossible obstacle to overcome. So the Martians provided the\n Conquerors with a mountain. They themselves wanted to climb. They had", "of the first ship here decided to climb the mountain, and that set a\n precedent. Every ship that has come here has had to climb it. Why?\n Because they had to accept the challenge. And what's happened to them?", "She waved her arm slowly to describe a peak. \"The Martians made the\n mountain real. So real that it could be seen from space, measured by", "understanding of the human mind—after they've accepted you, and after\n you've lived with them awhile. But the mountain climbers—we can see", "ships saw wasn't real. It was partly what the Martians wanted them to\n see and feel—but most of it, like the desire to climb the mountain,", "to climb this mountain! Mt. Everest is a pimple compared with this!\n What a feeling of power, Bruce!\"", "\"Captain, I'm not accepting a ridiculous challenge like that. Why\n should I? I didn't come here to conquer anything, even a mountain. The", "warm and sane? You always were such a calm guy. I remember now. What\n are you doing—reading poetry while we climb the mountain? What was", "here and climbing the mountain and finally there won't be any more. It\n won't take so long.\"", "THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN\nBy BRYCE WALTON\n\n\n Illustrated by BOB HAYES\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "that, Bruce—that one about the mountain you tried to quote to me last\n night before you ... I can't remember it now. Darling, what...?\"" ], [ "\"The mountain,\" Terrence said. \"You've been afraid even to talk about\n scaling it.\"", "either, as the people of Earth and Venus discovered, unless it is\n given an impossible obstacle to overcome. So the Martians provided the\n Conquerors with a mountain. They themselves wanted to climb. They had", "of the first ship here decided to climb the mountain, and that set a\n precedent. Every ship that has come here has had to climb it. Why?\n Because they had to accept the challenge. And what's happened to them?", "\"I know,\" Bruce said. \"I'll be glad to see you climb the mountain.\"", "ships saw wasn't real. It was partly what the Martians wanted them to\n see and feel—but most of it, like the desire to climb the mountain,", "here and climbing the mountain and finally there won't be any more. It\n won't take so long.\"", "There was no mountain.\nFor one shivery moment he knew fear. And then the fear went away, and", "we'll climb the highest mountain, the highest mountain anywhere. We're\n going up and up. We've voted on it. Unanimous. We go on. On to the", "is\nimpossible. We keep climbing\n and now we look up and we can see up and up and there the mountain is\n going up and up—\"", "Bruce listened to the wind. It seemed to rise higher and higher.\n Terrence, who had climbed still higher, was calling. \"Think of it! What", "\"Ah, come on, get the hell out of there,\" Jacobs said. He pulled the\n revolver from its holster and pointed it at Bruce. \"We got to get some\n sleep. We're starting up that mountain at five in the morning.\"", "to climb this mountain! Mt. Everest is a pimple compared with this!\n What a feeling of power, Bruce!\"", "\"Captain, I'm not accepting a ridiculous challenge like that. Why\n should I? I didn't come here to conquer anything, even a mountain. The", "From forty thousand feet, Terrence said, \"We gauged this mountain\n at forty-five thousand. But here we are at forty and there doesn't", "I really love you, after all. After all....\"\nHer voice drifted away, came back to him. \"We're climbing the highest\n mountain. What are you doing there, relaxing where it's peaceful and", "mountain of the Conquerors is the reality of Mars. This is the Mars no\n Conqueror will ever see.\"\nThey walked toward the ugly red mound that jutted above the green. When", "understanding of the human mind—after they've accepted you, and after\n you've lived with them awhile. But the mountain climbers—we can see", "\"Because you're afraid. You're not Conqueror material. That's why you\n backed down when we all voted to climb the mountain. And what the devil\n does Venus—?\"", "So I had to shoot him. Imagine a man of his apparent caliber turning\n anti-democratic like that! This mountain will be a great tester for\n us in the future. We'll test everybody, find out quickly who the", "She waved her arm slowly to describe a peak. \"The Martians made the\n mountain real. So real that it could be seen from space, measured by" ], [ "\"I'll do that,\" Bruce said. \"It should be interesting.\"\nBruce watched them go, away and up and around the immediate face of", "Bruce felt the old weakness coming into his knees, the sweat beginning\n to run down his face. He took a deep breath and stood there before the\n cold nihilistic stares of fourteen eyes.", "Bruce figured the others might still be climbing somewhere, or maybe\n they were dead. Either way it wouldn't make any difference to him. He\n knew they would never come back down.", "\"Yes,\" Bruce said. \"There's a lot of people like us on Earth, but\n they'll never get the chance—the chance we seem to have here, to live\n decently....\"", "\"No,\" Bruce said. \"I apologize. None of you know what I'm talking\n about.\"", "\"There are plenty on Earth who agree with me,\" Bruce said. \"I can say\n what I think now because you can't do more than kill me and you'll do\n that regardless....\"", "\"Now we get another lecture!\" Terrence exploded. He leaned forward.\n \"You're sick, Bruce. They did a bad psych job on you. They should never", "Bruce listened to the wind. It seemed to rise higher and higher.\n Terrence, who had climbed still higher, was calling. \"Think of it! What", "\"Is that all, Bruce?\"\n\n\n \"That's about all. Except that I'd like to kill all of you. And I would\n if I had the chance.\"", "\"I know,\" Bruce agreed indifferently. \"I was drafted for this trip. I\n told them I shouldn't be brought along. I said I didn't want any part\n of it.\"", "\"Ah, come on, get the hell out of there,\" Jacobs said. He pulled the\n revolver from its holster and pointed it at Bruce. \"We got to get some\n sleep. We're starting up that mountain at five in the morning.\"", "Bruce listened and noted and took sedatives and opened cans of food\n concentrates. He smoked and ate and slept. He had plenty of time. He\n had only time and the dreams which he knew he could utilize later to\n take care of the time.", "Bruce reached for the suit on its hook, started climbing into it.\n \"Where?\" he asked. \"Mars looks alike wherever you go. Where did you\n think I'd be running to?\"", "Bruce felt an odd tingling in his stomach. The wind's voice seemed to\n sharpen and rise to a kind of wail.", "He listened to her voice, first the crazy laughter, and then a whisper.\n \"Bruce, hello down there.\" Her voice was all mixed up with fear and", "\"Once,\" Bruce said. \"She might have been sane. They got her when she\n was young. Too young to fight. But she would have, I think, if she'd\n been older when they got her.\"", "\"Just fantastic stuff. Ask your Pavlovian there,\" Bruce said. \"People\n talk to me, and there are other things in the dreams. Voices and some\n kind of shapes that aren't what you would call human at all.\"", "\"I know,\" Bruce said. \"Anyway, I got off the track. As I was saying,\n I woke up from this dream and Marsha and Doran were there. Doran was", ", seven judges sat in a semi-circle and Bruce stood there in\n front of them for the inquest.", "Terrence's big, square face frowned a little. Bruce was aware suddenly\n of the sound of the bleak, never-ending wind against the plastilene" ], [ "\"I know,\" Bruce said. \"I'll be glad to see you climb the mountain.\"", "\"Ah, come on, get the hell out of there,\" Jacobs said. He pulled the\n revolver from its holster and pointed it at Bruce. \"We got to get some\n sleep. We're starting up that mountain at five in the morning.\"", "Bruce figured the others might still be climbing somewhere, or maybe\n they were dead. Either way it wouldn't make any difference to him. He\n knew they would never come back down.", "Bruce listened to the wind. It seemed to rise higher and higher.\n Terrence, who had climbed still higher, was calling. \"Think of it! What", "to climb this mountain! Mt. Everest is a pimple compared with this!\n What a feeling of power, Bruce!\"", "\"I'll do that,\" Bruce said. \"It should be interesting.\"\nBruce watched them go, away and up and around the immediate face of", "Outside, in the weird light of the double moons, Bruce looked up at the\n gigantic overhang of the mountain. It was unbelievable. The mountain", "\"The mountain,\" Terrence said. \"You've been afraid even to talk about\n scaling it.\"", "\"They've all been dead quite a while,\" Bruce said wonderingly. \"Yet\n I seemed to be hearing from Terrence until only a short time ago.\n Are—are the climbers still climbing—somewhere, Helene?\"", "Bruce felt the old weakness coming into his knees, the sweat beginning\n to run down his face. He took a deep breath and stood there before the\n cold nihilistic stares of fourteen eyes.", "that, Bruce—that one about the mountain you tried to quote to me last\n night before you ... I can't remember it now. Darling, what...?\"", "\"Bruce—Bruce, you still there? Listen, we're up here at what we figure\n to be five hundred thousand feet! It\nis", "At twenty thousand feet, Terrence said, \"We're still climbing, and\n that's all I can report, Bruce. It's worth coming to Mars for—to\n accept a challenge like this!\"", "\"There are plenty on Earth who agree with me,\" Bruce said. \"I can say\n what I think now because you can't do more than kill me and you'll do\n that regardless....\"", "Bruce reached for the suit on its hook, started climbing into it.\n \"Where?\" he asked. \"Mars looks alike wherever you go. Where did you\n think I'd be running to?\"", "\"Is that all, Bruce?\"\n\n\n \"That's about all. Except that I'd like to kill all of you. And I would\n if I had the chance.\"", "Bruce felt an odd tingling in his stomach. The wind's voice seemed to\n sharpen and rise to a kind of wail.", "climbing. And then Anhauser dissented. He was hysterical. He refused\n to accept the majority decision. 'I'm going back down!' he yelled.", "He listened to her voice, first the crazy laughter, and then a whisper.\n \"Bruce, hello down there.\" Her voice was all mixed up with fear and", "There was no mountain.\nFor one shivery moment he knew fear. And then the fear went away, and" ], [ "a darn long time, longer than we could estimate now. They learned\n the horror we're capable of from the first ship—the Conquerors,\n the climbers. The Martians knew more like them would come and go on", "Like you, they all had the necessary equipment to make a successful\n climb, but no one's ever come back down. No contact with anything up\n there.", "of which set of conquering heroes could conquer the most space first.\n So far, only Venus had fallen. They had done a good, thorough job\n there. Four ships had come to Mars and their crews had disappeared.", "didn't seem to belong here. He'd thought so when they'd first hit Mars\n eight months back and discovered the other four rockets that had never", "\"Not afraid,\" Bruce objected. \"I don't see any need to climb it. Coming\n to Mars, conquering space, isn't that enough? It happens that the crew", "crew of that first ship to hit Venus, five years ago. Remember? One\n of the New Era's more infamous dates. Drexel says the Venusians were", "either, as the people of Earth and Venus discovered, unless it is\n given an impossible obstacle to overcome. So the Martians provided the\n Conquerors with a mountain. They themselves wanted to climb. They had", "\"The Martians tested us,\" she explained. \"They're masters of the mind.\n I guess they've been grinding along through the evolutionary mill", "into space, killing, destroying for no other reason than their own\n sickness. Being masters of the mind, the Martians are also capable\n of hypnosis—no, that's not really the word, only the closest our", "together with imperishably strong rope about their waists. Far beyond\n them were those from\nMars V\n, too freshly dead to have decayed", "\"We've seen no indication of any kind of life whatsoever,\" Bruce\n pointed out. \"Not even an insect, or any kind of plant life except some", "Bruce reached for the suit on its hook, started climbing into it.\n \"Where?\" he asked. \"Mars looks alike wherever you go. Where did you\n think I'd be running to?\"", "mountain of the Conquerors is the reality of Mars. This is the Mars no\n Conqueror will ever see.\"\nThey walked toward the ugly red mound that jutted above the green. When", "the mountain in the bleak cold of the Martian morning. He watched them\n disappear behind a high ledge, tied together with plastic rope like\n convicts.", "any signs of the others. Six hundred thousand feet, Bruce! We feel our\n destiny. We conquer the Solar System. And we'll go out and out, and", "She hesitated, avoiding Bruce's eyes. \"Nothing at all. There wasn't\n anything out there to see, except the dust and rocks. That's all there", "She shrugged, and looked in the direction of the ships. \"Poor guys. I\n can't feel much hatred toward them now. The Martians give you a lot of", "challenge of coming to Mars, of going on to where ever you guys intend\n going before something bigger than you are stops you—it doesn't\n interest me.\"", "had seemed to Bruce as though it were pointing an accusing finger at\n Earth—or a warning one.\nWith Jacobs and Anhauser and the remainder of the crew of the ship,\nMars V", "At twenty thousand feet, Terrence said, \"We're still climbing, and\n that's all I can report, Bruce. It's worth coming to Mars for—to\n accept a challenge like this!\"" ], [ "And some time later: \"Bruce, Marsha's dying! We don't know what's the", "Bruce bent toward the radio. Outside the shelter, the wind whistled\n softly at the door.\n\n\n \"Marsha,\" he said.\n\n\n \"Bruce—\"", "\"I know,\" Bruce said. \"Anyway, I got off the track. As I was saying,\n I woke up from this dream and Marsha and Doran were there. Doran was", "Bruce lifted Marsha and carried her back over the rocky dust, into the\n fresh fragrance of the high grass, and across it to the shade and peace\n beside the canal.", "Marsha. Things had seemed so different then. There was something of\n that hope in his voice now as he spoke to her, yet not directly to her,", "\"Marsha, remember how we used to talk about human values? I remember\n how you seemed to have something maybe different from the others. I\n never thought you'd really buy this will to conquer, and now it doesn't\n matter....\"", "\"Hello, hello, darling,\" he whispered. \"Marsha, can you hear me?\"", "He listened to her voice, first the crazy laughter, and then a whisper.\n \"Bruce, hello down there.\" Her voice was all mixed up with fear and", "\"Now we get another lecture!\" Terrence exploded. He leaned forward.\n \"You're sick, Bruce. They did a bad psych job on you. They should never", "She rose to her toes and waved and yelled. Bruce saw Pietro and Marlene\n walking hand in hand up the other side of the canal. They waved back", "Bruce reached for the suit on its hook, started climbing into it.\n \"Where?\" he asked. \"Mars looks alike wherever you go. Where did you\n think I'd be running to?\"", "\"I'll do that,\" Bruce said. \"It should be interesting.\"\nBruce watched them go, away and up and around the immediate face of", "\"I didn't\nknow\nthat, but I didn't\nthink\nwe ever would again.\"\n\n\n \"We wouldn't want to anyway, would we, Bruce?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "\"There are plenty on Earth who agree with me,\" Bruce said. \"I can say\n what I think now because you can't do more than kill me and you'll do\n that regardless....\"", "\"Once,\" Bruce said. \"She might have been sane. They got her when she\n was young. Too young to fight. But she would have, I think, if she'd\n been older when they got her.\"", "She hesitated, avoiding Bruce's eyes. \"Nothing at all. There wasn't\n anything out there to see, except the dust and rocks. That's all there", "\"Yes,\" Bruce said. \"There's a lot of people like us on Earth, but\n they'll never get the chance—the chance we seem to have here, to live\n decently....\"", "much, when the future had not yet destroyed her. He saw the shadow of\n Helene bend across Marsha's face against the background of the silently\n flowing water of the cool, green canal.", "\"Just fantastic stuff. Ask your Pavlovian there,\" Bruce said. \"People\n talk to me, and there are other things in the dreams. Voices and some\n kind of shapes that aren't what you would call human at all.\"", "Bruce listened to the wind. It seemed to rise higher and higher.\n Terrence, who had climbed still higher, was calling. \"Think of it! What" ], [ "And then he would wake up and listen to Terrence's voice. He would\n look out the window over the barren frigid land where there was nothing\n but seams of worn land, like scabs under the brazen sky.", "Terrence's big, square face frowned a little. Bruce was aware suddenly\n of the sound of the bleak, never-ending wind against the plastilene", "Terrence rubbed a palm across his lips, dropped the hand quickly again\n to his belly. \"You want to make a statement or not? You shot Doran in", "But then he had a feeling Terrence's voice wouldn't be annoying him\n much more anyway. The voice was unreal, coming out of some void. He\n could switch off Terrence any time now, but he was still curious.", "\"Now we get another lecture!\" Terrence exploded. He leaned forward.\n \"You're sick, Bruce. They did a bad psych job on you. They should never", "In the middle of the half-moon of inquisition, with his long legs\n stretched out and his hands folded on his belly, sat Captain Terrence.", "Terrence grinned. \"Ghosts, Bruce?\"", "Once in a while Terrence demanded that Bruce say something to prove he\n was still there taking down what Terrence said. Bruce obliged. A long", "It was very lonely sitting there without the dreams, with nothing but\n Terrence's voice ranting excitedly on and on. Terrence didn't seem real", "\"Yes,\" Terrence said. \"But how does that account for Doran's action?\n Doran must have seen something—\"", "much ... Anhauser with his rope cut, a bullet in his head; Jacobs and\n Marsha and the others ... Terrence much past them all. He had managed\n to climb higher than anyone else and he lay with his arms stretched", "Terrence nodded. \"You're psycho. It's as simple as that. They pick the\n most capable for these conquests. Even the flights are processes of", "Terrence nodded and glanced to either side.", "Bruce listened to the wind. It seemed to rise higher and higher.\n Terrence, who had climbed still higher, was calling. \"Think of it! What", "prevented the dreams. He had an idea that the dreams might be so\n pleasant that he wouldn't wake up. He wanted to listen to Terrence as\n long as the captain had anything to say. It was nothing but curiosity.", "\"This is a mere formality,\" Terrence finally said, \"since we all know\n you killed Lieutenant Doran a few hours ago. Marsha saw you kill him.\n Whatever you say goes on the record, of course.\"", "\"The mountain,\" Terrence said. \"You've been afraid even to talk about\n scaling it.\"", "Later, Terrence's voice broke off in the middle of something or\n other—Bruce couldn't make any sense out of it at all—and turned into\n crazy yells that faded out and never came back.", "The trail they left wound over the ground, chipped in places for holds,\n red elsewhere with blood from torn hands. Terrence was more than twelve\n miles from the ship—horizontally.", "\"That's what I figured.\" Terrence turned to the psychologist, a small\n wiry man who sat there constantly fingering his ear. \"Stromberg, what" ], [ "\"The mountain,\" Terrence said. \"You've been afraid even to talk about\n scaling it.\"", "either, as the people of Earth and Venus discovered, unless it is\n given an impossible obstacle to overcome. So the Martians provided the\n Conquerors with a mountain. They themselves wanted to climb. They had", "mountain of the Conquerors is the reality of Mars. This is the Mars no\n Conqueror will ever see.\"\nThey walked toward the ugly red mound that jutted above the green. When", "is\nimpossible. We keep climbing\n and now we look up and we can see up and up and there the mountain is\n going up and up—\"", "of the first ship here decided to climb the mountain, and that set a\n precedent. Every ship that has come here has had to climb it. Why?\n Because they had to accept the challenge. And what's happened to them?", "There was no mountain.\nFor one shivery moment he knew fear. And then the fear went away, and", "entire face of the planet was smoothed into soft, undulating red hills\n by erosion. And there in the middle of barren nothingness rose that one\n incredible mountain. On certain nights when the stars were right, it", "to climb this mountain! Mt. Everest is a pimple compared with this!\n What a feeling of power, Bruce!\"", "From forty thousand feet, Terrence said, \"We gauged this mountain\n at forty-five thousand. But here we are at forty and there doesn't", "here and climbing the mountain and finally there won't be any more. It\n won't take so long.\"", "THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN\nBy BRYCE WALTON\n\n\n Illustrated by BOB HAYES\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "She waved her arm slowly to describe a peak. \"The Martians made the\n mountain real. So real that it could be seen from space, measured by", "ships saw wasn't real. It was partly what the Martians wanted them to\n see and feel—but most of it, like the desire to climb the mountain,", "we'll climb the highest mountain, the highest mountain anywhere. We're\n going up and up. We've voted on it. Unanimous. We go on. On to the", "\"I know,\" Bruce said. \"I'll be glad to see you climb the mountain.\"", "the mountain—\" She stopped talking for a moment, and then he felt the\n pressure of her fingers on his arm. \"I'm very glad you came on the\n fifth,\" she whispered. \"Are you glad now?\"", "\"Ah, come on, get the hell out of there,\" Jacobs said. He pulled the\n revolver from its holster and pointed it at Bruce. \"We got to get some\n sleep. We're starting up that mountain at five in the morning.\"", "He kept on looking at the place where the mountain had been. Or maybe\n it still was; he couldn't make up his mind yet. Which was and which was\n not? That barren icy world without life, or this?", "Bruce listened to the wind. It seemed to rise higher and higher.\n Terrence, who had climbed still higher, was calling. \"Think of it! What", "I really love you, after all. After all....\"\nHer voice drifted away, came back to him. \"We're climbing the highest\n mountain. What are you doing there, relaxing where it's peaceful and" ] ]

[ "What was Beliakoff and Kelly’s initial goal, going into the passage?", "What was Beliakoff and Kelly’s goal by the end of the passage?", "What do we know about the individuals on Mala from what we see of their life on Mala?", "From the average person’s perspective, how good is the explanation for why the planet of Mala has a war?", "What would have happened if Kelly hadn’t given the folks on Mala the books?", "Which character traits best describe General Drak?", "Which character traits best describe Empress Jusa?", "Which character traits best describe Nob?", "Which of the following themes could be connected to this passage?", "Which of the following best summarizes this passage?" ]

[ [ "They were trying to communicate back with their supervisor.", "They were trying to enter the Slot.", "They were trying to communicate with individuals on Mala.", "They were trying to escape from the Slot." ], [ "To return to Mala.", "To finally enter the Slot.", "To escape from Mala.", "To escape from the Slot once more." ], [ "They don’t truly think for themselves all that well.", "They all enjoy a strong dictatorship.", "They are naturally rebellious to cultural norms.", "They all enjoy a good democracy." ], [ "We don’t know why they’re at war, so we couldn’t make this assessment.", "The reason is decent, the individuals are being discriminated against and many are being denied resources that are critical to survival.", "We know the reason is because of classism on the planet resulting in genocide, so it’s a pretty good reason for folks to rebel against that.", "It’s a terrible explanation." ], [ "The two would’ve been less stressed out.", "The two would’ve been less stressed out, they were supposed to send those books to two planets beyond the Slot.", "They would have given them to a planet within the Slot that has a good trading route with Mala (the book delivery wasn’t urgent).", "Beliakoff would’ve given them the books, they were critical to the governmental operations of the planet." ], [ "Patient, humble, righteous", "Mature, kind, leader-like", "Leader-like, bold, generous", "Snobby, childish, athletic-looking" ], [ "Fair (her looks), newly crowned, malicious", "Plain, quick-witted, cautious", "Plain, intelligent, brave", "Beautiful, smart, newly crowned" ], [ "Obedient, rule-following, self-assured", "Smart, reckless, kind", "Anxious, calculated, cynical", "Bold, self-assured, attractive" ], [ "Communities rooted in role-based systems", "Well-researched sharing of cultures", "Economic freedom", "The importance of autonomy" ], [ "A planet experiences its first planet-wide war, the reader sees perspectives from both sides of the conflict.", "A planet experiences its second planet-wide war, the reader sees perspectives from delivery people nearby the planet along with individuals on the planet itself.", "A planet experiences its third planet-wide war, the reader sees perspectives from delivery people nearby the planet along with individuals on the planet itself.", "A planet experiences its first planet-wide war, the reader sees perspectives from one side of the conflict." ] ]

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[ [ "Beliakoff answered promptly in the Propendium language. \"Let's see 'em\n unscramble\nthat\n,\" he said to Kelly. They continued their descent.", "Beliakoff said nothing for several seconds, but his long, sallow face\n became pale. \"You what?\"", "\"Poor devil, Kyne,\" Beliakoff sighed.\n\n\n \"A paranoid,\" Kelly diagnosed. \"Did he ever tell you about the plot to\n keep him out of the Luna Military Academy?\"", "\"Okay, okay,\" Kelly said. \"The death penalty would be better.\"\n\n\n \"They give that only as a measure of extreme clemency,\" Beliakoff said\n with gloomy Slavic satisfaction.", "\"That,\" Beliakoff said, his voice filled with righteousness, \"simply\n cannot be helped. We must return at once to Mala!\"", "Beliakoff cracked his bony knuckles nervously. \"Now, Johnny,\" he said,\n \"easy this time.\nReal", "\"The Malans,\" Beliakoff said grimly, \"have never had a war.\"\n\n\n Kelly gulped. \"Never?\"", "\"You're out two decimal points,\" said Beliakoff, who worried about such\n trifles. \"Enough to ionize us.\"", "He depressed the kissoff switch. Beliakoff shut his eyes as the ship\n lurched Slotward, wishing that Kyne, their government-inspected,", "\"It is a risk we have to take,\" Beliakoff said stonily.\n\n\n \"But why? What's wrong with the people of Mala having those books?\n Believe me, there's nothing dirty in them.\"", "The other man smiled faintly, but said nothing.\nKelly reached for the kissoff switch, then hesitated. \"Look, Igor,\" he", "clear space now, at Breakoff Point. Beliakoff held the ship in position\n while Kelly set dials for the jump into the hyperspatial drift opening,\n which deep-space men knew as the Slot.", "\"Plenty.\" Beliakoff grimly did some quick figuring. \"It'll be a year,\n their time, when we can get back. Kelly, take us out of hyperspace!\"", "\"I know, I know,\" Kelly grumbled, adjusting the dial. \"I was just\n touching it for luck. Here we go!\"", "\"That's because you're a cold, distant, unsympathetic type,\" Kelly\n said, with a complacent smile. \"Me, he told everything. He applied to", "\"How about that?\" Kelly asked proudly, once the ship was locked in\n hyperspace. \"Superior intelligence and steel nerves do the trick every\n time.\"", "\"I just hope we'll be in time to salvage something,\" Beliakoff said,\n watching as their freighter plowed its way through the sea of space", "\"I was afraid it would sour anyhow,\" Beliakoff said, with a worrier's\n knack for finding trouble. \"Mala is the slowest loading port this side", "\"Enough! We'll straighten out Mala.\" There was more hope than\n conviction in Kelly's voice. \"Thar she lies, off to starboard.\"", "\"Please don't try,\" Beliakoff begged, shuddering. \"I knew we should\n have waited for Kyne's replacement at Mala.\"" ], [ "Beliakoff answered promptly in the Propendium language. \"Let's see 'em\n unscramble\nthat\n,\" he said to Kelly. They continued their descent.", "\"Okay, okay,\" Kelly said. \"The death penalty would be better.\"\n\n\n \"They give that only as a measure of extreme clemency,\" Beliakoff said\n with gloomy Slavic satisfaction.", "\"Poor devil, Kyne,\" Beliakoff sighed.\n\n\n \"A paranoid,\" Kelly diagnosed. \"Did he ever tell you about the plot to\n keep him out of the Luna Military Academy?\"", "Beliakoff said nothing for several seconds, but his long, sallow face\n became pale. \"You what?\"", "\"That,\" Beliakoff said, his voice filled with righteousness, \"simply\n cannot be helped. We must return at once to Mala!\"", "\"You're out two decimal points,\" said Beliakoff, who worried about such\n trifles. \"Enough to ionize us.\"", "He depressed the kissoff switch. Beliakoff shut his eyes as the ship\n lurched Slotward, wishing that Kyne, their government-inspected,", "\"The Malans,\" Beliakoff said grimly, \"have never had a war.\"\n\n\n Kelly gulped. \"Never?\"", "Beliakoff cracked his bony knuckles nervously. \"Now, Johnny,\" he said,\n \"easy this time.\nReal", "\"It is a risk we have to take,\" Beliakoff said stonily.\n\n\n \"But why? What's wrong with the people of Mala having those books?\n Believe me, there's nothing dirty in them.\"", "The other man smiled faintly, but said nothing.\nKelly reached for the kissoff switch, then hesitated. \"Look, Igor,\" he", "clear space now, at Breakoff Point. Beliakoff held the ship in position\n while Kelly set dials for the jump into the hyperspatial drift opening,\n which deep-space men knew as the Slot.", "\"Plenty.\" Beliakoff grimly did some quick figuring. \"It'll be a year,\n their time, when we can get back. Kelly, take us out of hyperspace!\"", "\"That's because you're a cold, distant, unsympathetic type,\" Kelly\n said, with a complacent smile. \"Me, he told everything. He applied to", "\"Please don't try,\" Beliakoff begged, shuddering. \"I knew we should\n have waited for Kyne's replacement at Mala.\"", "\"His gyros fused. He was bound straight for the Coal Sack. Take him\n a couple of thousand years to get there, at his speed,\" Beliakoff\n finished dreamily. \"No, Johnny, you wouldn't like Ran-hachi.\"", "\"I just hope we'll be in time to salvage something,\" Beliakoff said,\n watching as their freighter plowed its way through the sea of space", "\"I was afraid it would sour anyhow,\" Beliakoff said, with a worrier's\n knack for finding trouble. \"Mala is the slowest loading port this side", "\"I knew you'd see it that way,\" Beliakoff said approvingly. \"And\n there is the additional fact that the Galactic Council could hold", "\"How about that?\" Kelly asked proudly, once the ship was locked in\n hyperspace. \"Superior intelligence and steel nerves do the trick every\n time.\"" ], [ "\"Not at all. Mala is a mirror culture. They consider Earth and its ways\n to be absolute perfection. They copy everything of Earth's they can\n find.\"", "In point of fact, however, Nob was a mild, near-sighted, well-meaning\n little man, a lawyer by occupation, known throughout Mala for his", "\"It is a risk we have to take,\" Beliakoff said stonily.\n\n\n \"But why? What's wrong with the people of Mala having those books?\n Believe me, there's nothing dirty in them.\"", "\"Sure, but we developed into it. The Malans simply copy what they see,\n with no underlying tradition or rationale. Since they don't know why", "\"You gave the\nwarfare books\nto the people on Mala?\"\n\"You mean I shouldn't have? Why not? What's wrong with Mala?\"", "Head held high, Thrang marched proudly to his destiny.\nThe whole of Mala took to war with a will. Soon books began to appear", "\"Look,\" Beliakoff said patiently, \"you know that Mala is a\n semi-restricted planet. Limited trading is allowed under control\n conditions. No articles are allowed on the planet except those on the\n approved list.\"", "\"That,\" Beliakoff said, his voice filled with righteousness, \"simply\n cannot be helped. We must return at once to Mala!\"", "\"Enough! We'll straighten out Mala.\" There was more hope than\n conviction in Kelly's voice. \"Thar she lies, off to starboard.\"", "War, the Malans agreed, was certainly one of the cleverest of Earth\n institutions and as educational as it was entertaining.", "\"The Malans,\" Beliakoff said grimly, \"have never had a war.\"\n\n\n Kelly gulped. \"Never?\"", "\"I didn't think so,\" Jusa said sadly. She had been just another Malan\n girl, but had been chosen as Empress on the basis of her looks, which", "were heartbreakingly lovely. It was axiomatic that an Empress should be\n heartbreakingly lovely. The Malans had seen enough Earth films to know\n that.", "\"I was afraid it would sour anyhow,\" Beliakoff said, with a worrier's\n knack for finding trouble. \"Mala is the slowest loading port this side", "Mala was a tiny blue and brown sphere, suddenly growing larger in their\n screens.\n\n\n Their radio blared on the emergency channel.", "Miles away, in no man's land, stood a bunker of reinforced concrete and\n steel. Within the bunker were two men. They sat on opposite sides of", "\"That's the spirit,\" Thrang said. \"I know for a fact that others among\n you have done the same with sugar, canned goods, butter, meat and a", "By then, the train had arrived at the station. The doors were unsealed,\n allowing the commuters to leave for their jobs. Thrang watched the", "\"Never. They're a completely cooperative society. Or were, before they\n started reading those warfare books.\"", "General Drak, Commander of the Forces of the Empress, Wearer of the\n Gold Star of Mala, sat at his desk in the Supreme Command Post, which" ], [ "\"You gave the\nwarfare books\nto the people on Mala?\"\n\"You mean I shouldn't have? Why not? What's wrong with Mala?\"", "War, the Malans agreed, was certainly one of the cleverest of Earth\n institutions and as educational as it was entertaining.", "\"It's obvious. To have a genuine Earth-style war, you need ideological\n differences. That's why we chose a dictatorship and the other continent\n chose a democracy. The job of propaganda is to keep us different.\"", "\"Look,\" Beliakoff said patiently, \"you know that Mala is a\n semi-restricted planet. Limited trading is allowed under control\n conditions. No articles are allowed on the planet except those on the\n approved list.\"", "\"Not at all. Mala is a mirror culture. They consider Earth and its ways\n to be absolute perfection. They copy everything of Earth's they can\n find.\"", "\"War starting,\" Nob said. \"You've heard of war, haven't you? Earth\n idea,\nvery\nEarthly. I'll explain later how it works. What do you say?\"", "Head held high, Thrang marched proudly to his destiny.\nThe whole of Mala took to war with a will. Soon books began to appear", "\"Sure, but we developed into it. The Malans simply copy what they see,\n with no underlying tradition or rationale. Since they don't know why", "\"That's the beauty of the Earth War,\" Thrang said. \"Stupendous yet\n delicate complications, completely interrelated. Leave out one\n seemingly unimportant detail and the whole structure collapses.\"", "\"It is a risk we have to take,\" Beliakoff said stonily.\n\n\n \"But why? What's wrong with the people of Mala having those books?\n Believe me, there's nothing dirty in them.\"", "\"It's never enough! In time of war, Earth people give till it\n hurts—then give some more! They know that no sacrifice is too much,\n that nothing counts but the proper prosecution of the war.\"", "\"Blockade,\" said Beliakoff. \"Standard practice to quarantine a planet\n at war. We can't touch down legally until the war's declared over.\"", "\"The Malans,\" Beliakoff said grimly, \"have never had a war.\"\n\n\n Kelly gulped. \"Never?\"", "were heartbreakingly lovely. It was axiomatic that an Empress should be\n heartbreakingly lovely. The Malans had seen enough Earth films to know\n that.", "In point of fact, however, Nob was a mild, near-sighted, well-meaning\n little man, a lawyer by occupation, known throughout Mala for his", "\"I didn't think so,\" Jusa said sadly. She had been just another Malan\n girl, but had been chosen as Empress on the basis of her looks, which", "\"But of course they should!\" said Nob, a little astonished. \"Don't\n you remember what I told you? All the books say that during a war, a", "\"But they wouldn't start a war just because they've got some books on\n it, and know that Earth people do it, and—yeah, I guess they would.\"", "\"Never. They're a completely cooperative society. Or were, before they\n started reading those warfare books.\"", "\"It isn't fair,\" his wife repeated.\n\n\n \"No one said it was. But it's extremely Earthlike.\"" ], [ "\"You gave the\nwarfare books\nto the people on Mala?\"\n\"You mean I shouldn't have? Why not? What's wrong with Mala?\"", "\"Gave 'em the books. Don't worry,\" Kelly said quickly. \"Kyne gave them\n to me before they hauled him away.\"", "\"It is a risk we have to take,\" Beliakoff said stonily.\n\n\n \"But why? What's wrong with the people of Mala having those books?\n Believe me, there's nothing dirty in them.\"", "\"I still think you're making too much of a fuss about it,\" Kelly\n said. \"All right, I gave them a lot of books on warfare and political\n organization. So what? What in blazes can they do with them?\"", "\"Enough! We'll straighten out Mala.\" There was more hope than\n conviction in Kelly's voice. \"Thar she lies, off to starboard.\"", "Head held high, Thrang marched proudly to his destiny.\nThe whole of Mala took to war with a will. Soon books began to appear", "\"Not at all. Mala is a mirror culture. They consider Earth and its ways\n to be absolute perfection. They copy everything of Earth's they can\n find.\"", "\"The Malans,\" Beliakoff said grimly, \"have never had a war.\"\n\n\n Kelly gulped. \"Never?\"", "\"Sure. Gave them Kyne's old dog-eared books. They're crazy about books.\n Really hustled for them.\"", "\"That's because you're a cold, distant, unsympathetic type,\" Kelly\n said, with a complacent smile. \"Me, he told everything. He applied to", "\"But of course they should!\" said Nob, a little astonished. \"Don't\n you remember what I told you? All the books say that during a war, a", "\"Please don't try,\" Beliakoff begged, shuddering. \"I knew we should\n have waited for Kyne's replacement at Mala.\"", "\"Sure, but we developed into it. The Malans simply copy what they see,\n with no underlying tradition or rationale. Since they don't know why", "\"Never. They're a completely cooperative society. Or were, before they\n started reading those warfare books.\"", "\"But they wouldn't start a war just because they've got some books on\n it, and know that Earth people do it, and—yeah, I guess they would.\"", "\"Poor devil, Kyne,\" Beliakoff sighed.\n\n\n \"A paranoid,\" Kelly diagnosed. \"Did he ever tell you about the plot to\n keep him out of the Luna Military Academy?\"", "\"That,\" Beliakoff said, his voice filled with righteousness, \"simply\n cannot be helped. We must return at once to Mala!\"", "\"Now?\" Kelly gasped. \"Here?\"\n\n\n \"At once!\"\n\n\n \"But we might come out inside a star or—\"", "\"Look,\" Beliakoff said patiently, \"you know that Mala is a\n semi-restricted planet. Limited trading is allowed under control\n conditions. No articles are allowed on the planet except those on the\n approved list.\"", "\"Okay, okay,\" Kelly said. \"The death penalty would be better.\"\n\n\n \"They give that only as a measure of extreme clemency,\" Beliakoff said\n with gloomy Slavic satisfaction." ], [ "general and this had loomed large in Nob's eyes. Drak was over six feet\n tall, strongly built, solidly muscled. His eyes were gray, deep-set and", "General Drak, Commander of the Forces of the Empress, Wearer of the\n Gold Star of Mala, sat at his desk in the Supreme Command Post, which", "But aside from the location of his hardware store, Drak had other\n qualifications for leadership. For one thing, he looked like an Earth", "\"Let me see....\" General Drak examined a wall map upon which the\n important enemy cities were circled in red. There were Alis and Dryn,", "In his uniform, Drak looked every inch a general; as a matter of fact,\n he looked like several generals, for his cap came from the Earth-Mars", "\"But damn it all,\" General Drak shouted, \"I must have it! I am the\n Supreme Commander, the General of All the Armies of the Dictatorship!\n Doesn't that mean anything?\"", "He rubbed his eyes tiredly. Everything had happened so quickly!\nJust a week ago, Nob had walked into his store and inquired, \"Drak, how\n would you like to be a general?\"", "\"Shut up, you two!\" Drak roared. \"Nob, aren't I right? It's the Earthly\n way, Nob. Authority must be recognized!\"", "had complained bitterly about the injustice of this, and had come\n close to deserting. But Drak, after some hasty reading in Smogget's\nLeadership", "Drak glared them into silence, then returned to the argument. \"Will\n you please attempt to understand my position?\" he said hoarsely. \"You", "\"Much better.\" Drak walked to the window and saw, in the distance, a\n mass of ascending black smoke.", "\"Sir,\" Drak reminded.\n\n\n \"Sir. The planes are fueled up and waiting. What shall we flatten next,\n huh, sir?\"", "General Drak turned back to the reports on his desk, trying again to\n puzzle out what had happened at Allani. Repulsed Us? Us Repulsed? How\n should it read?", "\"All right!\" Drak furiously slammed down the telephone.\n\n\n The two soldiers exchanged winks.", "\"Oh, well,\" Drak said resignedly. \"In the long run, I don't suppose it\n really makes much difference.\"", "Drak started to rise, then reconsidered. Rules were rules.\n\n\n \"Hey, what?\" he demanded.", "Drak hated to be lectured, but he had to accept textbook truth when it\n was quoted at him.\n\n\n \"You may be right,\" he agreed. \"I'll try to get some back.\"", "\"Thanks, Ingif.\" Drak turned to the corporal. \"Go to it, soldier!\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir!\"\n\n\n The corporal hurried out.", "\"At attention, you two,\" Drak said. \"You're supposed to be honor\n guards. Why can't you act like honor guards?\"\n\n\n \"We haven't got weapons,\" one of the soldiers pointed out.", "\"I don't know,\" Drak had confessed honestly. \"What is it and why do we\n need one?\"" ], [ "\"I didn't think so,\" Jusa said sadly. She had been just another Malan\n girl, but had been chosen as Empress on the basis of her looks, which", "him. The Empress Jusa's aim was improving.\n\"Nob, you dirty swine!\" the Empress shrieked.", "But an Empress should also be cold, calculating, cruel, as well as\n gracious, headstrong and generous to a fault. She should care nothing", "Jusa was a girl of considerable intelligence and she wanted to be as\n Earthly as the next. But the contradictions in her role baffled her.", "\"I explained! As Empress, you must be flighty, must possess a whim of\n iron, must have no regard for anyone else's feelings, must lust for\n expensive baubles.\"", "\"Of course.\" Jusa opened the package and looked at the lustrous gems.\n \"Can I keep them?\" she asked, in a very small voice.\n\n\n \"Of course not.\"", "\"All right,\" Jusa said.\n\n\n \"All right, what?\"\n\n\n \"All right, swine.\"", "Jusa stood for a few moments in thought, then picked up a vase and\n shattered it on the floor. She made a mental note to order several\n dozen more.", "She was quite a young Empress and she had the feeling of being in\n beyond her depth. The problems of the war and of royalty had completely\n ended her social life.", "\"That's better,\" Nob said. \"You're learning, Jusa, you really are. If\n you could just fluctuate your moods more consistently—\"", "were heartbreakingly lovely. It was axiomatic that an Empress should be\n heartbreakingly lovely. The Malans had seen enough Earth films to know\n that.", "\"I really will try,\" promised the Empress. \"I'll learn, Nob. You'll be\n proud of me yet.\"", "for her people, while, simultaneously, all she cared for was the\n people. She should act in a manner calculated to make her subjects love\n her in spite of and because of herself.", "But dealing with the Empress presented problems of a unique nature.\n Nob couldn't find a book entitled\nWays and Means of Placating\n Royalty\n. If such a book were obtainable, Nob would have paid any price\n for it.", "General Drak, Commander of the Forces of the Empress, Wearer of the\n Gold Star of Mala, sat at his desk in the Supreme Command Post, which", "\"Yes, Excellency,\" Nob said, bowing low. \"Diamonds. But the people—\"\n\n\n \"I love the people. But to hell with them!\" she cried, fire in her eyes.", "toward the unchanging stars.\nWith evident nervousness, Nob walked down a long, dim corridor toward\n the imperial chambers, carrying a small package in both hands. The", "to desert to the enemy. He may still. The people are muttering about\n extravagance in high places. But the pearls are yours, Majesty.\"", "\"Oh, absolutely. The books state that the Prime Minister's wife tries\n in every way possible to relieve her husband of the burden of power.\"", "\"But why did I have to insist upon the pearls in the first place?\" Jusa\n asked." ], [ "In point of fact, however, Nob was a mild, near-sighted, well-meaning\n little man, a lawyer by occupation, known throughout Mala for his", "general and this had loomed large in Nob's eyes. Drak was over six feet\n tall, strongly built, solidly muscled. His eyes were gray, deep-set and", "\"But of course they should!\" said Nob, a little astonished. \"Don't\n you remember what I told you? All the books say that during a war, a", "\"Rely on instinct,\" Nob answered, yawning. \"That's what I do.\"\n\n\n Flattered by the importance of her task, she set to work with a will.", "\"Yes, Excellency,\" Nob said, bowing low. \"Diamonds. But the people—\"\n\n\n \"I love the people. But to hell with them!\" she cried, fire in her eyes.", "\"That's better,\" Nob said. \"You're learning, Jusa, you really are. If\n you could just fluctuate your moods more consistently—\"", "\"Shut up, you two!\" Drak roared. \"Nob, aren't I right? It's the Earthly\n way, Nob. Authority must be recognized!\"", "\"You take care of it.\"\n\n\n \"Now, now,\" Nob chided. \"Mustn't shirk your duty.\"", "\"At your service, Majesty,\" Nob answered, bowing low.\n\n\n \"Where are the pearls, you insolent dolt?\"", "doors as soon as they received Nob's order. The best-read among them, a\n salesman by the name of Thrang, was elected spokesman for the group.", "\"I really will try,\" promised the Empress. \"I'll learn, Nob. You'll be\n proud of me yet.\"", "But dealing with the Empress presented problems of a unique nature.\n Nob couldn't find a book entitled\nWays and Means of Placating\n Royalty\n. If such a book were obtainable, Nob would have paid any price\n for it.", "possible. Whenever a problem came up, Nob thought: how would they solve\n it on Earth? Then he would do the same, or as near the same as possible.", "\"Not under the circumstances,\" Nob answered.\n\n\n Two soldiers, standing guard in the General's quarters, listened\n interestedly.\n\n\n \"Think he'll get it?\" one asked.", "The next morning, Nob's orders went out by all means of communication.\n The results were gratifyingly swift, since the people of the\n dictatorship were completely behind the war and dutifully loved and", "Nob glanced at the paper. \"Oh, propaganda. That means giving the people\n the facts, whether true or false. It's very important in any war.\"\n\n\n \"I don't see why.\"", "\"War starting,\" Nob said. \"You've heard of war, haven't you? Earth\n idea,\nvery\nEarthly. I'll explain later how it works. What do you say?\"", "After eating, Nob attacked his mounds of paperwork. But soon he was\n yawning and his eyes burned. He turned to his wife, who was just\n finishing the dishes.", "He rubbed his eyes tiredly. Everything had happened so quickly!\nJust a week ago, Nob had walked into his store and inquired, \"Drak, how\n would you like to be a general?\"", "toward the unchanging stars.\nWith evident nervousness, Nob walked down a long, dim corridor toward\n the imperial chambers, carrying a small package in both hands. The" ], [ "\"That's the spirit,\" Thrang said. \"I know for a fact that others among\n you have done the same with sugar, canned goods, butter, meat and a", "\"Of course.\" Jusa opened the package and looked at the lustrous gems.\n \"Can I keep them?\" she asked, in a very small voice.\n\n\n \"Of course not.\"", "\"But of course they should!\" said Nob, a little astonished. \"Don't\n you remember what I told you? All the books say that during a war, a", "\"That's because you're a cold, distant, unsympathetic type,\" Kelly\n said, with a complacent smile. \"Me, he told everything. He applied to", "to desert to the enemy. He may still. The people are muttering about\n extravagance in high places. But the pearls are yours, Majesty.\"", "\"It just isn't fair,\" complained his wife. She was a plump, pleasant\n little person and she worried continually about her husband's health.\n \"They shouldn't make you work so hard.\"", "\"That's the beauty of the Earth War,\" Thrang said. \"Stupendous yet\n delicate complications, completely interrelated. Leave out one\n seemingly unimportant detail and the whole structure collapses.\"", "Miles away, in no man's land, stood a bunker of reinforced concrete and\n steel. Within the bunker were two men. They sat on opposite sides of", "\"Really now!\" said Thrang. \"That's no attitude to take. Come on, some\n of you must be harboring treasonous thoughts. Don't be ashamed of it.\n Remember, it takes all kinds to make a war.\"", "Head held high, Thrang marched proudly to his destiny.\nThe whole of Mala took to war with a will. Soon books began to appear", "\"Yes, Excellency,\" Nob said, bowing low. \"Diamonds. But the people—\"\n\n\n \"I love the people. But to hell with them!\" she cried, fire in her eyes.", "\"Boys,\" said Thrang, \"I guess I don't have to tell you anything about\n the importance of this order. We all know what war is by now, don't we?\"\n\n\n \"We sure do!\"", "had complained bitterly about the injustice of this, and had come\n close to deserting. But Drak, after some hasty reading in Smogget's\nLeadership", "\"It is a risk we have to take,\" Beliakoff said stonily.\n\n\n \"But why? What's wrong with the people of Mala having those books?\n Believe me, there's nothing dirty in them.\"", "\"Of course they will. But in the meantime, the results can be\n devastating. They always are when a primitive race tries to ape the", "Little Herg, a zipper salesman from Xcoth, cleared his throat. \"I have\n a cousin who's Minister of War for the Allies.\"\n\n\n \"An excellent motive for subversion!\" Thrang cried.", "\"Good. Now there are some problems of state which you must decide upon.\n Prisoners of war, for one thing. We have several possible means for\n disposing of them. First, we could—\"", "hundred items. Everything's rationed now; everyone feels the pinch.\n But, boys, there's still more we have to do. Now a spy situation has\n come up and it calls for quick action.\"", "\"See that man?\" Thrang asked, pointing to the zipper salesman.\n\n\n \"You bet,\" the Secret Policeman said.", "\"What's that?\"\n\n\n \"You have been arbitrarily selected as Martyr,\" said the Secret\n Policeman." ], [ "\"That's because you're a cold, distant, unsympathetic type,\" Kelly\n said, with a complacent smile. \"Me, he told everything. He applied to", "\"I explained! As Empress, you must be flighty, must possess a whim of\n iron, must have no regard for anyone else's feelings, must lust for\n expensive baubles.\"", "\"That's the spirit,\" Thrang said. \"I know for a fact that others among\n you have done the same with sugar, canned goods, butter, meat and a", "\"Yes, Excellency,\" Nob said, bowing low. \"Diamonds. But the people—\"\n\n\n \"I love the people. But to hell with them!\" she cried, fire in her eyes.", "\"It just isn't fair,\" complained his wife. She was a plump, pleasant\n little person and she worried continually about her husband's health.\n \"They shouldn't make you work so hard.\"", "\"But of course they should!\" said Nob, a little astonished. \"Don't\n you remember what I told you? All the books say that during a war, a", "\"Boys,\" said Thrang, \"I guess I don't have to tell you anything about\n the importance of this order. We all know what war is by now, don't we?\"\n\n\n \"We sure do!\"", "to desert to the enemy. He may still. The people are muttering about\n extravagance in high places. But the pearls are yours, Majesty.\"", "\"Of course they will. But in the meantime, the results can be\n devastating. They always are when a primitive race tries to ape the", "Drak glared them into silence, then returned to the argument. \"Will\n you please attempt to understand my position?\" he said hoarsely. \"You", "\"Of course.\" Jusa opened the package and looked at the lustrous gems.\n \"Can I keep them?\" she asked, in a very small voice.\n\n\n \"Of course not.\"", "\"I've done my part,\" said a man named Draxil. \"When the Prime Minister\n called for a cigarette shortage, I dumped twenty carloads of tobacco in\n the Hunto River. Now we got cigarette rationing!\"", "hundred items. Everything's rationed now; everyone feels the pinch.\n But, boys, there's still more we have to do. Now a spy situation has\n come up and it calls for quick action.\"", "\"Shut up, you two!\" Drak roared. \"Nob, aren't I right? It's the Earthly\n way, Nob. Authority must be recognized!\"", "Miles away, in no man's land, stood a bunker of reinforced concrete and\n steel. Within the bunker were two men. They sat on opposite sides of", "\"Really now!\" said Thrang. \"That's no attitude to take. Come on, some\n of you must be harboring treasonous thoughts. Don't be ashamed of it.\n Remember, it takes all kinds to make a war.\"", "\"Rely on instinct,\" Nob answered, yawning. \"That's what I do.\"\n\n\n Flattered by the importance of her task, she set to work with a will.", "\"Heads.\"\n\n\n It came up heads.\n\n\n \"Damn,\" said the flipper, passing the coin across the table and\n standing up.", "\"That's the beauty of the Earth War,\" Thrang said. \"Stupendous yet\n delicate complications, completely interrelated. Leave out one\n seemingly unimportant detail and the whole structure collapses.\"", "\"They serve a vital purpose,\" Thrang explained. \"All the books agree\n on this. Spies keep a country alert, on its toes, eternally vigilant." ] ]

[ "What traits best describe Campbell?", "How would you describe Tomboldo?", "What is the goal of the Captain and Campbell?", "Based on the passage, what is the relationship like between Vauna and the Captain?", "How do the two men first meet the group of people?", "If the two hadn't helped during the attack, what would've happened?", "Why should we have respect for the Captain?", "What is NOT an element of the culture of the people of the planet?", "If the story were to continue, what would probably happen?" ]

[ [ "Kind and quiet", "Funny and quick", "Handsome and tall", "Studious and dutiful" ], [ "Kind and respected", "Childish and rude", "Respected and humorous", "Generous and Lighthearted" ], [ "To contact the monsters on the planet", "To make an alliance with the people on the planet", "To explore the entirety of the planet they landed on", "To learn about a specific part of the planet" ], [ "Vauna falls in love with the Captain", "The Captain has feelings for Vauna", "Vauna and the Captain are lovers but Gravgak is trying to interfere", "Vauna has feelings for the Captain but the Captain has feelings for Gravgak" ], [ "They defend them from attackers at a distance and then fly closer", "They land their ship nearby and walk to meet them, then they were able to help when the attackers came", "They get out of their ship and run over to defend them from attackers", "They defend them from attackers and then the people come to meet them" ], [ "The group of people would've actually been much better off", "Vauna would've been abducted", "The group of people probably would've been much worse off", "The two men would've been attacked anyway " ], [ "He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty to defend those in need", "He knows a lot about planets (and does his research) so he can be culturally competent prior to landing", "He cares for others", "His charisma makes him naturally likeable" ], [ "There is specialization within the group", "There is gender equality", "They have an organized leadership hierarchy", "The group knows the geography of the area well to use that information to their advantage" ], [ "the Captain and Campbell would likely leave the group and fly home as soon as possible", "Gravgak would certainly murder the Captain", "the Captain and Campbell would probably travel with the group for a while", "Vauna would certainly be proposed to by the Captain" ] ]

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[ [ "\"There are some things I can sense on first sight, Campbell. Take my\n word for it, he's a friend.\"\n\n\n \"I didn't say anything, sir.\"", "I looked up from the telescope, expecting him to be waiting his turn\n eagerly. I misguessed. He didn't even glance up from his books. Rare\n young Campbell! Always a man of duty, never a man of impulse!", "\"Get ready to go out and meet him, Campbell,\" I said. \"He's a friend.\"", "attack. Deep within my subconscious the image of her beautiful face and\n figure had lingered. I murmured a single word of answer to Campbell's\n question. \"Myself.\"", "Split Campbell gave me a look as if to say, Sir, you don't even know\n what sort of animal he is, actually, much less whether he's friendly or\n murderous.", "Wild disorder suddenly struck the audience. Campbell and I believed we\n were about to witness a massacre.\n\n\n \"Captain—\nJim\n! You're not going to let this happen!\"", "I must have talked aloud much during those feverish hours of darkness.\n\n\n \"Campbell!\" I would call out of a nightmare. \"Campbell, we're about to\n land. Is everything set? Check the instruments again, Campbell.\"", "innocent as a flock of sitting ducks. Split Campbell's voice was edged\n with alarm. \"Captain! Those worshippers—how can we warn them? Oh-oh!\n Too late. Look!\"", "\"Here Campbell, take a look at the 'rope'.\"\n\n\n \"Before I finish the reports, sir? If I recall our Code, Section Two,\n Order of Duties upon Landing: A—\"", "\"Ready for that hike, Campbell? Give me my equipment coat.\" I got\n into it. I looked back to the telescope. The tall man of the party", "the pressure on your brain? You must get well, Captain.\" The words of\n Campbell came through insistently.", "would be safe. I nodded to Campbell. \"It's our chance to be guests of\n Tomboldo.\" Nothing could have pleased us more. For our big purpose—to", "Our sympathies had gone to the first groups, the peaceable ones. I had\n the same impulse as Campbell—to do something—anything! Yet here we", "\"Campbell, are you there?... Have you forgotten the Code, Campbell?\"\n\n\n \"Quiet, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Who is it that's swabbing my face? I can't see.\"", "\"Split\" Campbell and I had been sent here to learn the answers.\n Our sponsor was the well known \"EGGWE\" (the Earth-Galaxy Good", "\"Jim, can we shoot?\"\n\n\n \"Hit number sixteen, Campbell.\"\n\n\n Split touched the number sixteen signal.", "\"He needs a stronger guard than that,\" Campbell grumbled.\n\n\n Sixteen was still wailing. \"Set it for ten minutes and come on,\" I\n said. Together we descended from the ship.", "\"Are you quite awake?\" Vauna would ask me in her musical Benzendella\n words. \"You speak better today. Your friend Campbell has brought you", "After a silence that may have lasted for hours or days, I said,\n \"Campbell, you haven't forgot the EGGWE Code?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Section Four?\"", "He was none of these—and at the very first moment of viewing him I\n felt a kinship toward him. Oh, he was primitive in appearance—but had" ], [ "\"Tomboldo,\" he said, pointing to himself.\n\n\n Split and I tried to imitate his breathy accents as we repeated aloud,\n \"Tomboldo.\"", "\"See—o—see—o—see—o!\" Others of Tomboldo's party echoed the demand.", "blast of fire and rock had knocked him down. Now Tomboldo and others of\n the party hovered over him.", "ship. He has told me how it rides through the sky. I can hardly make\n myself believe.\" Tomboldo's eyes cast upward under the strong ridge of", "\"While we are together,\" old Tomboldo said quietly, looking around at\n the assemblage, \"I must tell you the decision of the council. Soon we\n will move back to the other part of the world.\"", "\"We will wait a few days,\" Tomboldo went on, \"until our new friend—\"\n he pointed to me—\"is well enough to travel. We would never leave him", "The day came when I awakened to see both Vauna and her father standing\n before me. Stern old Tomboldo, with his chalk-smooth face and not a", "would be safe. I nodded to Campbell. \"It's our chance to be guests of\n Tomboldo.\" Nothing could have pleased us more. For our big purpose—to", "Tomboldo depended upon the guard Gravgak to make sure that the way was\n safe. Gravgak was supposed to keep an eye on the line of floating trees", "Our ship, locked against invaders, could be forgotten. We were guests\n of Tomboldo.", "I went into instant darkness. Darkness, and a long, long silence.\n4.\n\n\n Vauna, the beautiful daughter of Tomboldo, came into my life during the\n weeks that I lay unconscious.", "The eyes of Vauna, the daughter of Tomboldo. The sensitive stroke of\n Vauna's fingers, brushing my forehead, pressing my hand.", "Our muscular guard, Gravgak was too bold. He had picked up one of their\n clubs and he ran toward their advance, and to all of Tomboldo's party", "He was none of these—and at the very first moment of viewing him I\n felt a kinship toward him. Oh, he was primitive in appearance—but had", "But her old father was still the master. He stepped toward the door.\n \"Vauna!... Gravgak!... Come back.\"", "The man's walk was unhurried. He moved thoughtfully, one might\n guess. His bare chest and legs showed him to be statuesque in mold,", "his fingernails without calipers, or comb his hair without actually\n physically splitting the hairs that cropped up in the middle of the\n part. That was when I had nicknamed him \"Split\"—and the wide ears that", "had behaved with exceptional calmness. He had turned to stare in our\n direction from the instant the siren sounded. He could no doubt make\n out the lines of our silvery ship in the shadows. Slowly, deliberately,", "Soon we came face to face with the tall, stately old leader in the\n cream-and-red cloak.", "not overwhelmed by the \"magic\" of this gadget. He saw it for what it\n was, a token of friendship. There was a keenness about him that I" ], [ "would be safe. I nodded to Campbell. \"It's our chance to be guests of\n Tomboldo.\" Nothing could have pleased us more. For our big purpose—to", "Wild disorder suddenly struck the audience. Campbell and I believed we\n were about to witness a massacre.\n\n\n \"Captain—\nJim\n! You're not going to let this happen!\"", "the pressure on your brain? You must get well, Captain.\" The words of\n Campbell came through insistently.", "\"Campbell, are you there?... Have you forgotten the Code, Campbell?\"\n\n\n \"Quiet, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Who is it that's swabbing my face? I can't see.\"", "innocent as a flock of sitting ducks. Split Campbell's voice was edged\n with alarm. \"Captain! Those worshippers—how can we warn them? Oh-oh!\n Too late. Look!\"", "\"Here Campbell, take a look at the 'rope'.\"\n\n\n \"Before I finish the reports, sir? If I recall our Code, Section Two,\n Order of Duties upon Landing: A—\"", "After a silence that may have lasted for hours or days, I said,\n \"Campbell, you haven't forgot the EGGWE Code?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Section Four?\"", "\"Split\" Campbell and I had been sent here to learn the answers.\n Our sponsor was the well known \"EGGWE\" (the Earth-Galaxy Good", "\"He needs a stronger guard than that,\" Campbell grumbled.\n\n\n Sixteen was still wailing. \"Set it for ten minutes and come on,\" I\n said. Together we descended from the ship.", "attack. Deep within my subconscious the image of her beautiful face and\n figure had lingered. I murmured a single word of answer to Campbell's\n question. \"Myself.\"", "\"Get ready to go out and meet him, Campbell,\" I said. \"He's a friend.\"", "\"Jim, can we shoot?\"\n\n\n \"Hit number sixteen, Campbell.\"\n\n\n Split touched the number sixteen signal.", "\"Ready for that hike, Campbell? Give me my equipment coat.\" I got\n into it. I looked back to the telescope. The tall man of the party", "Our sympathies had gone to the first groups, the peaceable ones. I had\n the same impulse as Campbell—to do something—anything! Yet here we", "I must have talked aloud much during those feverish hours of darkness.\n\n\n \"Campbell!\" I would call out of a nightmare. \"Campbell, we're about to\n land. Is everything set? Check the instruments again, Campbell.\"", "Split Campbell gave me a look as if to say, Sir, you don't even know\n what sort of animal he is, actually, much less whether he's friendly or\n murderous.", "\"There are some things I can sense on first sight, Campbell. Take my\n word for it, he's a friend.\"\n\n\n \"I didn't say anything, sir.\"", "ship, and to this conclusion I was in agreement. They had apparently\n come up out of the barren rock hillside to view the sunset. I studied\n them through the telescope while Split checked over equipment for a", "\"Can you see it's moving? See the little clouds of dust coming up from\n under its belly?\"\n\n\n \"Yes sir. An excellent view, Captain Linden.\"", "\"I hope so,\" I said. \"Campbell and I came to learn about the\nserpent\n river" ], [ "\"It's Vauna. She's smiling at you, Captain. Can't you see her?\"\n\n\n \"Is this the pretty one we saw through the telescope?\"\n\n\n \"One of them.\"", "At that moment my eyes opened a little. Swimming before my blurred\n vision was the face of Vauna. I did remember her—yes, she must have", "I looked at him. Everyone was looking at him, and I knew this was meant\n to be an occasion of apology. But the light of fire in Vauna's eyes", "\"Omosla is here too. She's Vauna's attendant. We're all looking after\n you, Captain Linden. Did you know I performed an operation to relieve", "The crowd of men and women made way for him. But in the arched doorway\n he turned. \"Vauna. I am ready to speak to you alone.\"", "He stalked off. A moment later Vauna, after exchanging a word with her\n father, excused herself from the crowd and followed Gravgak.", "The day came when I awakened to see both Vauna and her father standing\n before me. Stern old Tomboldo, with his chalk-smooth face and not a", "I went into instant darkness. Darkness, and a long, long silence.\n4.\n\n\n Vauna, the beautiful daughter of Tomboldo, came into my life during the\n weeks that I lay unconscious.", "haunted my dreams, for now my eyes burned in an effort to define her\n features more clearly. This was indeed Vauna, who had been one of the\n party of twelve, and had walked beside her father in the face of the", "Vauna reappeared at once. I believe she was glad that she had been\n called back.\n\n\n Gravgak came sullenly. At the edge of the crowd in the arched doorway\n he stood scowling.", "But her old father was still the master. He stepped toward the door.\n \"Vauna!... Gravgak!... Come back.\"", "Sometimes I would hear Vauna and her attendant Omosla talking together.\n Often when Campbell would stop in this part of the cavern to inquire", "The eyes of Vauna, the daughter of Tomboldo. The sensitive stroke of\n Vauna's fingers, brushing my forehead, pressing my hand.", "In the hours that followed, I came to know the soft footsteps of Vauna.\n The caverns in which she and her father and all these Benzendella", "And if I stirred restlessly, the footsteps of Vauna might come to me\n through the darkness. In her sleeping garments she would come to me,", "\"Are you quite awake?\" Vauna would ask me in her musical Benzendella\n words. \"You speak better today. Your friend Campbell has brought you", "ship. He has told me how it rides through the sky. I can hardly make\n myself believe.\" Tomboldo's eyes cast upward under the strong ridge of", "\"Can you see it's moving? See the little clouds of dust coming up from\n under its belly?\"\n\n\n \"Yes sir. An excellent view, Captain Linden.\"", "(our first voyage together) I had amused myself at his expense. I\n had sworn that he would find, in time, that he couldn't even trim", "had behaved with exceptional calmness. He had turned to stare in our\n direction from the instant the siren sounded. He could no doubt make\n out the lines of our silvery ship in the shadows. Slowly, deliberately," ], [ "Then the siren went off.\n\n\n The leader stood before me, apparently unafraid. He seemed to be\n waiting for me to explain my presence. His group of twelve gathered in\n close.", "meeting. Here they were in their native ritual of sunset, not knowing\n that people from another world watched. The tall leader must be making\n a speech. They sat around him in little huddles. He moved his arms in", "Most of his party now scampered back to the safety of their hiding\n places in the ground. But a few—the brave ones, perhaps, or the\n officials of his group—came with him.", "The girl approached him. Two other persons appeared from somewhere back\n of her.... Three.... Four.... Five....", "The late evening sunshine gave us a clear view of our two \"friends\".\n They were fully a mile away. Split was certain they had not seen our", "with my arm. But they didn't understand. And before I could explain,\n the footsteps of other Benzendellas approached, and presently I looked\n around to see that quite an audience had gathered. The most prominent", "ship, and to this conclusion I was in agreement. They had apparently\n come up out of the barren rock hillside to view the sunset. I studied\n them through the telescope while Split checked over equipment for a", "I studied the crowd of people. Only the leader wore the brilliant garb.\n The others were more scantily clothed. All were handsome of build. The", "Our peaceful march turned into a spasm of terror. The sponge-trees\n came rushing up the slope, as if borne by a sudden gust of wind. They\n bounced over our path, and the war party spilled out of them.", "They were tree shadows. They were moving toward the clearing where the\n crowd gathered. And the reason for their movement was that the trees\n themselves were moving.\n\n\n \"Notice anything?\" I asked Split.", "The crowd of men and women made way for him. But in the arched doorway\n he turned. \"Vauna. I am ready to speak to you alone.\"", "innocent as a flock of sitting ducks. Split Campbell's voice was edged\n with alarm. \"Captain! Those worshippers—how can we warn them? Oh-oh!\n Too late. Look!\"", "I had met such situations with ease before. \"EGGWE\" explorers come\n equipped. I held out a gift toward the leader. It was a singing", "We saw the naked warriors run out in a wide circle. They spun and\n weaved, they twirled their deadly clubs, they danced grotesquely. They\n were closing in. Closer and closer. It was all their party.", "He was none of these—and at the very first moment of viewing him I\n felt a kinship toward him. Oh, he was primitive in appearance—but had", "I saw, then. The whole line of advancing vegetation was camouflage for\n a sneak attack. And all those natives sitting around in meeting were as", "You could tell when the sound struck them. The circle of savage ones\n suddenly fell apart. The dancing broke into the wildest contortions you", "Split and I stood together, close enough to exchange comments against\n the siren's wail. Fine looking people, we observed. Smooth faces.", "We pointed to ourselves, in turn, and spoke our own names. And then,\n as the names of the others were pronounced, we tried to memorize each", "here to the mercy of the savage ones. He and his helper came through\n the sky in time to save us from being destroyed. We must never forget\n this kindness. When we ascend the" ], [ "I threw fire. And so did my lieutenant. He didn't wait for orders,\n thank goodness. He knew it was their lives or ours. Zip, zip,", "here to the mercy of the savage ones. He and his helper came through\n the sky in time to save us from being destroyed. We must never forget\n this kindness. When we ascend the", "The late evening sunshine gave us a clear view of our two \"friends\".\n They were fully a mile away. Split was certain they had not seen our", "(I will always wonder what might have happened if he hadn't called\n them! Was my distrust of Gravgak justified? Had I become merely a", "Our friends were panicked. But they didn't take flight. They didn't\n duck for the holes in the rocky hilltop. Instead, they rallied and\n packed themselves around their tall leader. They stood, a defiant wall.", "But the operation was not a complete success. We had suffered a serious\n casualty. The guard Gravgak. He had rushed out too far, and the first", "Shouting. A wild swinging of clubs. And no cat-and-mouse tricks. No\n deliberate circling and closing in. An outright attack. Naked bodies", "attackers ran for the sponge-trees. The rootless jungle came to life.\n It jerked and jumped spasmodically down the slope. And our siren kept\n right on singing.", "that had taken flight down the hillside. Danger still lurked there, we\n knew. And now the siren that had frightened off the attack was silent.", "The attackers ran back into a huddle, screaming. Then they came\n forward, rushing defiantly.", "\"And what of the other? There were two together. I remember—\"", "Most of his party now scampered back to the safety of their hiding\n places in the ground. But a few—the brave ones, perhaps, or the\n officials of his group—came with him.", "Then the siren went off.\n\n\n The leader stood before me, apparently unafraid. He seemed to be\n waiting for me to explain my presence. His group of twelve gathered in\n close.", "Wild disorder suddenly struck the audience. Campbell and I believed we\n were about to witness a massacre.\n\n\n \"Captain—\nJim\n! You're not going to let this happen!\"", "attack. Deep within my subconscious the image of her beautiful face and\n figure had lingered. I murmured a single word of answer to Campbell's\n question. \"Myself.\"", "They were waving short clubs or whips with stones tied to the ends.\n They charged up the slope, about sixty yards, swinging their weird\n clubs with a threat of death.", "Our peaceful march turned into a spasm of terror. The sponge-trees\n came rushing up the slope, as if borne by a sudden gust of wind. They\n bounced over our path, and the war party spilled out of them.", "I didn't answer. Later I would recall that Split\ncould\ndrop his\n dignity under excitement—his \"Captain Linden\" and \"sir.\" Just now he\n wanted any sort of split-second order.", "They were tree shadows. They were moving toward the clearing where the\n crowd gathered. And the reason for their movement was that the trees\n themselves were moving.\n\n\n \"Notice anything?\" I asked Split.", "would be safe. I nodded to Campbell. \"It's our chance to be guests of\n Tomboldo.\" Nothing could have pleased us more. For our big purpose—to" ], [ "\"Thanks—thanks, Cap!\" That was his effort to sound informal, though\n coming from him it was strained. His training had given him an\n exaggerated notion of the importance of dignity and discipline.", "had behaved with exceptional calmness. He had turned to stare in our\n direction from the instant the siren sounded. He could no doubt make\n out the lines of our silvery ship in the shadows. Slowly, deliberately,", "I didn't answer. Later I would recall that Split\ncould\ndrop his\n dignity under excitement—his \"Captain Linden\" and \"sir.\" Just now he\n wanted any sort of split-second order.", "(our first voyage together) I had amused myself at his expense. I\n had sworn that he would find, in time, that he couldn't even trim", "here to the mercy of the savage ones. He and his helper came through\n the sky in time to save us from being destroyed. We must never forget\n this kindness. When we ascend the", "the pressure on your brain? You must get well, Captain.\" The words of\n Campbell came through insistently.", "\"Campbell, are you there?... Have you forgotten the Code, Campbell?\"\n\n\n \"Quiet, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Who is it that's swabbing my face? I can't see.\"", "\"Can you see it's moving? See the little clouds of dust coming up from\n under its belly?\"\n\n\n \"Yes sir. An excellent view, Captain Linden.\"", "ship. He has told me how it rides through the sky. I can hardly make\n myself believe.\" Tomboldo's eyes cast upward under the strong ridge of", "Wild disorder suddenly struck the audience. Campbell and I believed we\n were about to witness a massacre.\n\n\n \"Captain—\nJim\n! You're not going to let this happen!\"", "Split answered me with an enthusiastic, \"By gollies, sir!\" Then, with\n restraint, \"It's precisely what I expected from the photographs, sir.\n Any orders, sir?\"", "He was none of these—and at the very first moment of viewing him I\n felt a kinship toward him. Oh, he was primitive in appearance—but had", "After a silence that may have lasted for hours or days, I said,\n \"Campbell, you haven't forgot the EGGWE Code?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not, Captain.\"\n\n\n \"Section Four?\"", "I threw fire. And so did my lieutenant. He didn't wait for orders,\n thank goodness. He knew it was their lives or ours. Zip, zip,", "\"What do you think of it, Split? Ever see a sight like that before?\"\n\n\n \"No sir.\"\n\n\n \"Well, what about it? Any comments?\"", "Then the siren went off.\n\n\n The leader stood before me, apparently unafraid. He seemed to be\n waiting for me to explain my presence. His group of twelve gathered in\n close.", "would be safe. I nodded to Campbell. \"It's our chance to be guests of\n Tomboldo.\" Nothing could have pleased us more. For our big purpose—to", "not overwhelmed by the \"magic\" of this gadget. He saw it for what it\n was, a token of friendship. There was a keenness about him that I", "I looked up from the telescope, expecting him to be waiting his turn\n eagerly. I misguessed. He didn't even glance up from his books. Rare\n young Campbell! Always a man of duty, never a man of impulse!", "\"There are some things I can sense on first sight, Campbell. Take my\n word for it, he's a friend.\"\n\n\n \"I didn't say anything, sir.\"" ], [ "planets—\"sponge-trees\"—which possessed a sort of muscular quality. If\n these were similar, they were no doubt feeding along the surface of the\n slope below the rocky plateau. The people in the clearing beyond paid", "of the universe. From these photos we knew (1) that man lived on this\n planet, a humanoid closely resembling the humans of the Earth; and", "to map its course—these facts were only a part of the information we\n sought. The fuller story would be to learn how the inhabitants of this\n planet regarded it: whether they loved or shunned it, and what legends", "meeting. Here they were in their native ritual of sunset, not knowing\n that people from another world watched. The tall leader must be making\n a speech. They sat around him in little huddles. He moved his arms in", "Like the features of Earth men. These creatures could walk down\n any main street back home. With a bit of makeup they would pass.\n \"Notice, Captain, they have strange looking eyes.\" \"Very smooth.\"", "If you have explored the weird life of many a planet, as I have, you\n can appreciate the deep sense of excitement that comes over me when,\n looking out at a new world for the first time, I see a man-like animal.", "Will Expeditions.) We were under the EGGWE Code. We were the first\n expedition to this planet, but we had come equipped with two important", "Six times before in my life of exploration I had gazed at new realms\n within the approachable parts of our universe, but never before had the\n living creatures borne such wonderful resemblance to the human life of\n our Earth.", "Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that\n\n the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe Code was rigid—no fraternization with the\n\n peoples of other planets! Earth wanted no", "I gazed, and my lungs filled with the breath of wonderment. A man!\n Across millions of miles of space—a man, like the men of the Earth.", "here to the mercy of the savage ones. He and his helper came through\n the sky in time to save us from being destroyed. We must never forget\n this kindness. When we ascend the", "\"They seem to be coming out of the ground,\" Split said. \"I see no signs\n of habitation, but apparently we've landed on top of an underground\n city—though I hasten to add that this is only an hypothesis.\"", "\"We will have much to talk about. Your friend has pointed to the stars\n and told me a strange story of your coming. We have walked around the", "\"Split\" Campbell and I had been sent here to learn the answers.\n Our sponsor was the well known \"EGGWE\" (the Earth-Galaxy Good", "ship, and to this conclusion I was in agreement. They had apparently\n come up out of the barren rock hillside to view the sunset. I studied\n them through the telescope while Split checked over equipment for a", "\"Section Four,\" he repeated in a low voice, as if to pacify me and put\n me to sleep. \"Conduct of EGGWE agents toward native inhabitants: A, No\n agent shall enter into any diplomatic agreement that shall be construed\n as binding—\"", "\"The crowd is growing. We've certainly landed on top of a city.\" He\n gazed. \"They're coming from underground.\"\n\n\n Looking through the telescope, obviously he didn't catch the view of\n the moving trees.", "We saw the naked warriors run out in a wide circle. They spun and\n weaved, they twirled their deadly clubs, they danced grotesquely. They\n were closing in. Closer and closer. It was all their party.", "He was none of these—and at the very first moment of viewing him I\n felt a kinship toward him. Oh, he was primitive in appearance—but had", "they may have woven around it. All this knowledge would be useful when\n future expeditions of men from the Earth followed us (through EGGWE)\n for an extension of peaceful trade relationships." ], [ "told me that she did not believe. He saw her look, and his own eyes\n flashed darts of defiance. With an abrupt word to me, he wheeled and\n started off. \"Get well!\"", "\"I am well again. See, I can almost walk.\" But as I started to rise,\n the wave of blackness warned me, and I restrained my ambition. \"I will\n walk soon.\"", "(I will always wonder what might have happened if he hadn't called\n them! Was my distrust of Gravgak justified? Had I become merely a", "\"What sort of object?\"\n\n\n \"A living creature, sir—upright, wearing clothes—\"\n\n\n \"A\nman\n?\"\n\n\n \"To all appearances, sir—\"", "The late evening sunshine gave us a clear view of our two \"friends\".\n They were fully a mile away. Split was certain they had not seen our", "\"We will wait a few days,\" Tomboldo went on, \"until our new friend—\"\n he pointed to me—\"is well enough to travel. We would never leave him", "handle of the club. It whizzed upward with him—apparently all by\n accident. The stone that dangled from the end of the club crashed into\n my head.", "\"We will have much to talk about. Your friend has pointed to the stars\n and told me a strange story of your coming. We have walked around the", "She started. I reached and barely touched her hand. She stopped. \"I\n will talk with you later, Gravgak.\"\n\n\n \"Now!\" he shouted. \"Alone.\"", "\"Good. Don't. Just get ready.\"\n\n\n \"We're going to go\nout\n—?\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" I said. \"Orders.\"", "\"What do you think of it, Split? Ever see a sight like that before?\"\n\n\n \"No sir.\"\n\n\n \"Well, what about it? Any comments?\"", "\"You get well?\" Gravgak said to me. His eyes drilled me closely.\n\n\n \"I get well,\" I said.\n\n\n \"The blow on the head,\" he said, \"was not meant.\"", "They were tree shadows. They were moving toward the clearing where the\n crowd gathered. And the reason for their movement was that the trees\n themselves were moving.\n\n\n \"Notice anything?\" I asked Split.", "here to the mercy of the savage ones. He and his helper came through\n the sky in time to save us from being destroyed. We must never forget\n this kindness. When we ascend the", "The girl stood several yards distant, watching him. This was some\n sort of ritual, no doubt. He was not concerned with her, but with the", "From the way those in the room looked, I knew this must be a dramatic\n moment. It was as if she had acknowledged Gravgak as her master—or her\n lover. He had called for her. She had followed.", "faintly visible in the pink light that filtered through from some\n corridor. She would whisper melodious Benzendella words and tell me to\n go back to sleep, and I would drift into the darkness of my endless", "\"One's a male and the other's a female,\" I said.\n\n\n \"Another hypothesis,\" said Split.", "Suddenly he came to life. Lying there on his back, with the club still\n at his fingertips, he swung up on one elbow. The swift motion caused", "\"While we are together,\" old Tomboldo said quietly, looking around at\n the assemblage, \"I must tell you the decision of the council. Soon we\n will move back to the other part of the world.\"" ] ]

[ "How would you describe Alcala?", "How would you describe Camba?", "What is Syndrome Johnny?", "Why does Alcala omit information when talking to Camba?", "Why might someone not want to read this story?", "What is the setting like for this story?", "What evidence do we have to believe Alcala isn't the smartest person?", "Is Alcala a good person?", "What does Alcala research?", "Who might want to read this story the most?" ]

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[ [ "Alcala hurried in.", "Alcala searched his memory. \"No. I'm sorry....\" Then he felt for the\n first time how closely he was being watched, and knew how carefully his", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "Alcala hesitated fractionally. \"Why, yes, thank you.\" It would not do\n to give the investigator any reason for suspicion by refusing.", "correctly. Alcala's wariness increased.", "Alcala walked over to the cage where he kept his white mice and looked\n in, trying to sort out his feelings. The white mice looked back\n with beady bright eyes, caged, not knowing they were waiting to be\n experimented upon.", "\"A biochemist.\" Alcala tried to see past the meditative mask of the\n thin dark face. \"He makes small job-lots of chemical compounds. Special", "\"It's ridiculous!\" Alcala protested. \"Why would any man—\" His voice\n cut off as unrelated facts fell into a pattern. He sat for a moment,", "As Alcala focused on the question, one errant whimsical thought\n suddenly flitted through the back of his mind. In red advertising", "\"You shame me,\" Alcala said dryly. It was true that he needed\n every spare penny for the health of Nita and the child, and for the", "\"I'm not good with words,\" said Alcala. Then, taking out his pen-knife\n and unfolding it, he said, \"Watch!\" He put his index finger on the", "Alcala sat in the dark, looking through the windshield down at the\n bright street falling away below. \"I'm not a practicing medico; only", "\"It is not a disease, it is strength!\" Alcala insisted doggedly.\nThe small investigator looked up from his notebook and his smile was", "to adapt to the previous steps, had become almost sterile. It had been\n difficult having children. The next step would mean complete sterility.\n The name of Alcala would die. The future might be wonderful, but it", "\"They don't know where you're staying.\" Alcala leaned on the desk edge\n and put out his hand. \"They tell me you're Syndrome Johnny.\"", "He patted her hand. \"Be a good girl and you will be well tomorrow.\" He\n walked out into the hospital corridor to where the desk nurse held out\n a phone.\n\n\n \"Alcala speaking.\"", "and\nSilicon Deficiency Diseases\n.\"\nObviously Camba had done considerable investigating of Alcala before\n approaching him. He had even given the titles of the research papers", "Alcala was tired, but there was nothing to do at home. Nita was at the\n health resort and Johnny had borrowed all his laboratory space for a" ], [ "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "Julio Camba, Federation Investigator, was a slender, dark man with\n sharp, glinting eyes. He spoke with a happy theatrical flourish.", "A waiter came and placed steaming platters of food on the table. Camba\n waited until he was gone. \"You know him well, I presume. Is he sane?\"", "\"An improvement on life?\" Camba laughed and nodded, but there were\n bitterness and anger burning behind the small man's smile. \"People", "They went out of the restaurant in silence. Camba's 'copter stood at\n the curb.\n\n\n \"Would you care for a lift home, Doctor Alcala?\" The offer was made\n with the utmost suavity.", "Camba finished lighting the cigar and dropped the match into an\n ash-tray. \"Perhaps you know John Delgados?\" He leaned back into the\n shadowy corner of the booth.", "As the 'copter lifted into the air, Camba spoke with a more friendly\n note in his voice, as if he humored a child. \"Come, Alcala, you're a", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "Camba lay down his knife and started in again. \"What connections have\n you had with John Delgados?\"\nConcentrate on the immediate situation.\nAlcala and Johnny were", "Camba smiled and took out a small notebook. \"The disease is connected\n with silicones, you say? The original name of John Delgados was John", "Camba was turning into plastic, too. Everyone was. But the effect was\n accumulating slowly, by generations.", "\"I'm sorry, Senor Camba, but I cannot say. He could be on a business\n trip.\" Alcala was feeling increasingly nervous. Actually, Johnny was\n working at his laboratory.", "\"Go on, Doctor,\" Camba urged softly. \"'\nWhy\nwould any man—'\"", "\"What do you know of his activities?\" Camba asked.", "\"Can't such things be left to the guinea pigs?\" Camba asked, watching\n with revulsion as Alcala uncapped the second bottle and sprinkled a\n layer of gray powder over his steak.", "and\nSilicon Deficiency Diseases\n.\"\nObviously Camba had done considerable investigating of Alcala before\n approaching him. He had even given the titles of the research papers", "Several moments passed. He smoothed back his hair with his oddly heavy\n hand before picking up his fork again.\n\n\n \"I'm turning into plastic,\" he told Camba.", "\"I would not expect that a doctor would need to take pills,\" Camba\n remarked with friendly mockery.", "Camba might have deduced something from that, if he knew that Nita and\n the girl were not supposed to be home.", "\"That is hardly the philosophy for a doctor, is it?\" asked Camba with\n open irony, taking the bill and rising." ], [ "the report to Mass Phenomena, of course. Mass Phenomena blew a tube and\n sent their folder on Syndrome Johnny over here. Every report they ever", "\"They don't know where you're staying.\" Alcala leaned on the desk edge\n and put out his hand. \"They tell me you're Syndrome Johnny.\"", "report. The whole business of Syndrome Johnny has been in their 'funny\n coincidence' file for twenty years. This time the suspect hits the\n averaged description of Johnny too closely: A solid-looking man,", "Johnny, yes ... but not Syndrome Johnny. He tried to think of some\n quick refutation. \"The whole thing is preposterous, Senor Camba. The\n myth of Syndrome Plague Johnny started about a century ago.\"", "\"That proves nothing. Whatever his reasons for changing his name, it\n doesn't prove that he is Syndrome Johnny any more than it proves he", "\"Sure. Syndrome Johnny. They use that myth in psychology class as a\n typical example of mass hysteria. When a city was nervous and expecting", "Syndrome Johnny\nBY CHARLES DYE\n\n\n Illustrated by EMSH\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"Uh-huh what?\" asked his superior, who was reading a newspaper with his\n feet up on the desk.\n\n\n \"Remember the myth, of Syndrome Johnny?\"", "a rock, raised it behind Syndrome Johnny's back. \"I know I'm being\n anti-social,\" he said regretfully, and then threw the rock away.", "is the cow that jumped over the moon. Syndrome Johnny is a myth, a\n figment of mob delirium.\"\nAs he said it, he knew it was not true. A Federation investigator would", "Camba chose a piece of salad with great care. \"We have reason to\n believe that he is Syndrome Johnny.\"", "the plague to reach them, some superstitious fool would imagine he saw\n Syndrome Johnny and the population would panic. Symbol for Death or\n some such thing. People imagined they saw him in every corner of the", "The student who had gone back to his paper suddenly looked up again.\n \"Some Peruvians here claim they saw Syndrome Johnny—\"", "\"Ghost of Syndrome Plague. Si, what of it?\"", "Johnny smiled tiredly and rested his head on one hand. \"He had to\n remake me chemically, you know. How could I spread change without", "how\nrecently—\"that the disease of Syndrome Plague\n was not a disease. It is an improvement.\" He had spoken clumsily.", "from his paper to his breakfast companion. \"You remember Johnny, the\n mythical carrier that they told about during the first and second\n epidemics of Syndrome Plague?\"", "What stuff? The product Johnny had been working on? \"You haven't time\n for that now, Johnny. You can't sell it. They'd watch for anyone of\n your description selling chemicals. Let me loan you some money.\"", "Johnny! Out of all the people in the world, how could the government be\n interested in him? Alcala tried to sound casual. \"An associate of mine.\n A friend.\"", "\"I thought you'd figured that one out.\" Johnny shook his hand formally.\n \"The name is John Osborne Drake. You aren't horrified?\"" ], [ "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "\"I'm sorry, Senor Camba, but I cannot say. He could be on a business\n trip.\" Alcala was feeling increasingly nervous. Actually, Johnny was\n working at his laboratory.", "and\nSilicon Deficiency Diseases\n.\"\nObviously Camba had done considerable investigating of Alcala before\n approaching him. He had even given the titles of the research papers", "They went out of the restaurant in silence. Camba's 'copter stood at\n the curb.\n\n\n \"Would you care for a lift home, Doctor Alcala?\" The offer was made\n with the utmost suavity.", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "Alcala searched his memory. \"No. I'm sorry....\" Then he felt for the\n first time how closely he was being watched, and knew how carefully his", "Camba lay down his knife and started in again. \"What connections have\n you had with John Delgados?\"\nConcentrate on the immediate situation.\nAlcala and Johnny were", "As the 'copter lifted into the air, Camba spoke with a more friendly\n note in his voice, as if he humored a child. \"Come, Alcala, you're a", "\"Come, Doctor Alcala,\" Camba said with a sneering merriment, \"the\n Syndrome Plagues have come and they have gone. Where is this change?\"", "\"Can't such things be left to the guinea pigs?\" Camba asked, watching\n with revulsion as Alcala uncapped the second bottle and sprinkled a\n layer of gray powder over his steak.", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "\"You shame me,\" Alcala said dryly. It was true that he needed\n every spare penny for the health of Nita and the child, and for the", "Julio Camba, Federation Investigator, was a slender, dark man with\n sharp, glinting eyes. He spoke with a happy theatrical flourish.", "\"It's ridiculous!\" Alcala protested. \"Why would any man—\" His voice\n cut off as unrelated facts fell into a pattern. He sat for a moment,", "correctly. Alcala's wariness increased.", "Camba smiled and took out a small notebook. \"The disease is connected\n with silicones, you say? The original name of John Delgados was John", "Camba finished lighting the cigar and dropped the match into an\n ash-tray. \"Perhaps you know John Delgados?\" He leaned back into the\n shadowy corner of the booth.", "Alcala hesitated fractionally. \"Why, yes, thank you.\" It would not do\n to give the investigator any reason for suspicion by refusing.", "\"I'm not good with words,\" said Alcala. Then, taking out his pen-knife\n and unfolding it, he said, \"Watch!\" He put his index finger on the", "\"I was waiting for you, Ric.\"\n\n\n \"The Feds are after you.\" Ricardo Alcala had been running. He found he\n was panting and his heart was pounding." ], [ "finger directly over it, counting patiently, \"One, two, three, four,\n five—\" He pulled the lighter back, snapping it shut.\n\"Three generations ago, a man couldn't have held a finger over that", "and he must have defended himself. Someone may have been hurt in the\n process.\" He pushed a button. \"Do you think if I send a man down there,\n he could persuade one of the mob to swear out a complaint?\"", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "God knew what wonders for the race were in that box. Perhaps something\n for nerve construction, something for the mind—the last and most\n important step. He should have asked.", "guest. And\"—his voice dropped to a mock sinister whisper—\"with such a\n stranger within our cells, at the heart of the intricate machinery of\n our lives, who knows what subtle changes have crept upon us unnoticed!\"", "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "some patents and publications to his credit. You can confirm that if\n you choose.\" He was unable to keep the hostility out of his voice.", "and ill, as our parents were, from the shock of the change. And we\n need silicone feeding; we have not adjusted yet. Our illness masks our\n strength.\" He thought of what that strength would be!", "He tried to find a way of explaining which would not seem to have any\n relationship to John Delgados. \"It has been recently discovered\"—but\n he did not say", "\"It's ridiculous!\" Alcala protested. \"Why would any man—\" His voice\n cut off as unrelated facts fell into a pattern. He sat for a moment,", "Alcala walked over to the cage where he kept his white mice and looked\n in, trying to sort out his feelings. The white mice looked back\n with beady bright eyes, caged, not knowing they were waiting to be\n experimented upon.", "\"No crime, no records. No records, no evidence. No evidence, no proof\n of crime. Therefore, we must manufacture a small crime. He was attacked", "an unnatural thing, a baring of teeth. \"Half the world died of this\n strength, Senor. If you will not think of the men and women, think of\n the children. Millions of children died!\"", "it appeared. And where it had not appeared there were quarantines to\n fence it out. But it could not be fenced out. For two years it covered\n the world. And then it vanished again, leaving the survivors with a", "Several moments passed. He smoothed back his hair with his oddly heavy\n hand before picking up his fork again.\n\n\n \"I'm turning into plastic,\" he told Camba.", "\"Can't such things be left to the guinea pigs?\" Camba asked, watching\n with revulsion as Alcala uncapped the second bottle and sprinkled a\n layer of gray powder over his steak.", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "can be improved to death by the millions. Yes, yes, go on, Senor. You\n fascinate me.\"", "Alcala tried to express it clearly. \"We are stronger. Potentially, we\n are tremendously stronger. But we of this generation are still weak", "\"It is not a disease, it is strength!\" Alcala insisted doggedly.\nThe small investigator looked up from his notebook and his smile was" ], [ "It was a bright morning and they were at a window which looked out\n across green rolling fields to a towering glass-brick building in the\n distance.", "Johnny hadn't left yet. He was sitting at Alcala's desk with his feet\n on the wastebasket, the way Alcala often liked to sit, reading a", "Alcala took the hand numbly and mumbled something, turned back to the\n cages and stared blindly at the mice. Drake's brisk footsteps clattered\n down the stairs.\nAnother step forward for the human race.", "The plates were taken away and cups of steaming black coffee put\n between them. He would have to warn Johnny. It was strange how well you", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "finger directly over it, counting patiently, \"One, two, three, four,\n five—\" He pulled the lighter back, snapping it shut.\n\"Three generations ago, a man couldn't have held a finger over that", "Alcala was tired, but there was nothing to do at home. Nita was at the\n health resort and Johnny had borrowed all his laboratory space for a", "Several moments passed. He smoothed back his hair with his oddly heavy\n hand before picking up his fork again.\n\n\n \"I'm turning into plastic,\" he told Camba.", "Alcala walked over to the cage where he kept his white mice and looked\n in, trying to sort out his feelings. The white mice looked back\n with beady bright eyes, caged, not knowing they were waiting to be\n experimented upon.", "Delgados' smile did not change. \"It's all right, Ric. Everything's\n done. I can leave any time now.\" He indicated a square metal box\n standing in a corner. \"There's the stuff.\"", "A waiter came and placed steaming platters of food on the table. Camba\n waited until he was gone. \"You know him well, I presume. Is he sane?\"", "it appeared. And where it had not appeared there were quarantines to\n fence it out. But it could not be fenced out. For two years it covered\n the world. And then it vanished again, leaving the survivors with a", "A light shone through the leaves. It was still there.\n\n\n \"Johnny!\"\n\n\n John Osborne Drake was putting his suitcase into the rear of the\n 'copter.", "Ricardo Alcala pushed the plunger in gently, then carefully withdrew\n the hypodermic needle from the little girl's arm. \"There you are,\n Cosita,\" he said, smiling and rising from the chair beside the white\n bed.", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "Two months later, he was one of the first victims of the second plague.\nIn the dining hall of a university, a biochemical student glanced up", "and he must have defended himself. Someone may have been hurt in the\n process.\" He pushed a button. \"Do you think if I send a man down there,\n he could persuade one of the mob to swear out a complaint?\"", "Time passed. The world grew richer, more orderly, more peaceful.", "altimeter dial, where there was light, and pressed the blade against\n the flesh between his finger and his thumb. He increased the pressure\n until the flesh stood out white on either side of the blade, bending,", "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has" ], [ "\"It's ridiculous!\" Alcala protested. \"Why would any man—\" His voice\n cut off as unrelated facts fell into a pattern. He sat for a moment,", "\"I'm not good with words,\" said Alcala. Then, taking out his pen-knife\n and unfolding it, he said, \"Watch!\" He put his index finger on the", "Alcala searched his memory. \"No. I'm sorry....\" Then he felt for the\n first time how closely he was being watched, and knew how carefully his", "The question was another shock. Alcala thought carefully, for any man\n might be insane in secret. \"Yes, so far as I know.\" He turned his\n attention to the steak, but first took three very large capsules from a\n bottle in his pocket.", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "Alcala tried to express it clearly. \"We are stronger. Potentially, we\n are tremendously stronger. But we of this generation are still weak", "\"It is not a disease, it is strength!\" Alcala insisted doggedly.\nThe small investigator looked up from his notebook and his smile was", "As Alcala focused on the question, one errant whimsical thought\n suddenly flitted through the back of his mind. In red advertising", "Alcala smiled. \"I wouldn't want to add to the national debt.\"", "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "\"We are stronger,\" Alcala told him. \"We are changed chemically. The\n race has been improved!\"", "Alcala sat in the dark, looking through the windshield down at the\n bright street falling away below. \"I'm not a practicing medico; only", "\"No.\" Alcala knew that he was shaking hands with a man who would be\n thanked down all the successive generations of mankind. He noticed", "\"You shame me,\" Alcala said dryly. It was true that he needed\n every spare penny for the health of Nita and the child, and for the", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "and\nSilicon Deficiency Diseases\n.\"\nObviously Camba had done considerable investigating of Alcala before\n approaching him. He had even given the titles of the research papers", "Alcala hesitated fractionally. \"Why, yes, thank you.\" It would not do\n to give the investigator any reason for suspicion by refusing.", "Alcala walked over to the cage where he kept his white mice and looked\n in, trying to sort out his feelings. The white mice looked back\n with beady bright eyes, caged, not knowing they were waiting to be\n experimented upon.", "correctly. Alcala's wariness increased.", "\"A biochemist.\" Alcala tried to see past the meditative mask of the\n thin dark face. \"He makes small job-lots of chemical compounds. Special" ], [ "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "Alcala searched his memory. \"No. I'm sorry....\" Then he felt for the\n first time how closely he was being watched, and knew how carefully his", "\"I'm not good with words,\" said Alcala. Then, taking out his pen-knife\n and unfolding it, he said, \"Watch!\" He put his index finger on the", "He patted her hand. \"Be a good girl and you will be well tomorrow.\" He\n walked out into the hospital corridor to where the desk nurse held out\n a phone.\n\n\n \"Alcala speaking.\"", "Alcala hesitated fractionally. \"Why, yes, thank you.\" It would not do\n to give the investigator any reason for suspicion by refusing.", "Alcala hurried in.", "Alcala walked over to the cage where he kept his white mice and looked\n in, trying to sort out his feelings. The white mice looked back\n with beady bright eyes, caged, not knowing they were waiting to be\n experimented upon.", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "The question was another shock. Alcala thought carefully, for any man\n might be insane in secret. \"Yes, so far as I know.\" He turned his\n attention to the steak, but first took three very large capsules from a\n bottle in his pocket.", "correctly. Alcala's wariness increased.", "As Alcala focused on the question, one errant whimsical thought\n suddenly flitted through the back of his mind. In red advertising", "Alcala smiled. \"I wouldn't want to add to the national debt.\"", "\"It is not a disease, it is strength!\" Alcala insisted doggedly.\nThe small investigator looked up from his notebook and his smile was", "\"It's ridiculous!\" Alcala protested. \"Why would any man—\" His voice\n cut off as unrelated facts fell into a pattern. He sat for a moment,", "Alcala sat in the dark, looking through the windshield down at the\n bright street falling away below. \"I'm not a practicing medico; only", "\"You shame me,\" Alcala said dryly. It was true that he needed\n every spare penny for the health of Nita and the child, and for the", "\"A biochemist.\" Alcala tried to see past the meditative mask of the\n thin dark face. \"He makes small job-lots of chemical compounds. Special", "\"No.\" Alcala knew that he was shaking hands with a man who would be\n thanked down all the successive generations of mankind. He noticed", "\"I'm sorry, Senor Camba, but I cannot say. He could be on a business\n trip.\" Alcala was feeling increasingly nervous. Actually, Johnny was\n working at his laboratory." ], [ "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "and\nSilicon Deficiency Diseases\n.\"\nObviously Camba had done considerable investigating of Alcala before\n approaching him. He had even given the titles of the research papers", "\"A biochemist.\" Alcala tried to see past the meditative mask of the\n thin dark face. \"He makes small job-lots of chemical compounds. Special", "Alcala searched his memory. \"No. I'm sorry....\" Then he felt for the\n first time how closely he was being watched, and knew how carefully his", "Alcala walked over to the cage where he kept his white mice and looked\n in, trying to sort out his feelings. The white mice looked back\n with beady bright eyes, caged, not knowing they were waiting to be\n experimented upon.", "\"I'm sorry, Senor Camba, but I cannot say. He could be on a business\n trip.\" Alcala was feeling increasingly nervous. Actually, Johnny was\n working at his laboratory.", "\"It's ridiculous!\" Alcala protested. \"Why would any man—\" His voice\n cut off as unrelated facts fell into a pattern. He sat for a moment,", "Alcala hurried in.", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "Alcala was tired, but there was nothing to do at home. Nita was at the\n health resort and Johnny had borrowed all his laboratory space for a", "\"It is not a disease, it is strength!\" Alcala insisted doggedly.\nThe small investigator looked up from his notebook and his smile was", "As Alcala focused on the question, one errant whimsical thought\n suddenly flitted through the back of his mind. In red advertising", "There came at last a pressure that was a thought emerging from the\n depth of intuition.\nDoctor Ricardo Alcala will die in the next plague,", "Alcala sat in the dark, looking through the windshield down at the\n bright street falling away below. \"I'm not a practicing medico; only", "Alcala took the hand numbly and mumbled something, turned back to the\n cages and stared blindly at the mice. Drake's brisk footsteps clattered\n down the stairs.\nAnother step forward for the human race.", "\"We are stronger,\" Alcala told him. \"We are changed chemically. The\n race has been improved!\"", "Alcala hesitated fractionally. \"Why, yes, thank you.\" It would not do\n to give the investigator any reason for suspicion by refusing.", "correctly. Alcala's wariness increased.", "Ricardo Alcala pushed the plunger in gently, then carefully withdrew\n the hypodermic needle from the little girl's arm. \"There you are,\n Cosita,\" he said, smiling and rising from the chair beside the white\n bed." ], [ "God knew what wonders for the race were in that box. Perhaps something\n for nerve construction, something for the mind—the last and most\n important step. He should have asked.", "finger directly over it, counting patiently, \"One, two, three, four,\n five—\" He pulled the lighter back, snapping it shut.\n\"Three generations ago, a man couldn't have held a finger over that", "and ill, as our parents were, from the shock of the change. And we\n need silicone feeding; we have not adjusted yet. Our illness masks our\n strength.\" He thought of what that strength would be!", "and he must have defended himself. Someone may have been hurt in the\n process.\" He pushed a button. \"Do you think if I send a man down there,\n he could persuade one of the mob to swear out a complaint?\"", "guest. And\"—his voice dropped to a mock sinister whisper—\"with such a\n stranger within our cells, at the heart of the intricate machinery of\n our lives, who knows what subtle changes have crept upon us unnoticed!\"", "from his paper to his breakfast companion. \"You remember Johnny, the\n mythical carrier that they told about during the first and second\n epidemics of Syndrome Plague?\"", "\"It means,\" said the psychologist, smiling dryly, \"that every crazy\n report about our ghost has points of similarity to every other crazy", "Alcala tried to express it clearly. \"We are stronger. Potentially, we\n are tremendously stronger. But we of this generation are still weak", "Alcala waited for the words to clarify. After a moment, it ceased to\n be childish babble and became increasingly shocking. He remembered the", "Camba waited, and his silence became a question. Alcala spoke\n reluctantly, anger rising in him. \"Oh, it's genuine research. He has", "After city residents were eliminated, there remained only the signed\n receipts and thumbprints of nine men. Nine healthy unregistered\n travelers poor enough to sell their blood for money, and among them a", "\"No crime, no records. No records, no evidence. No evidence, no proof\n of crime. Therefore, we must manufacture a small crime. He was attacked", "can be improved to death by the millions. Yes, yes, go on, Senor. You\n fascinate me.\"", "The 'copter was hovering above Alcala's house. Camba lowered it to\n the ground and opened the door before answering. \"It proves only that\n a good and worthy man will cut and burn his hand for an unworthy\n friendship. Good night.\"", "\"I would like to contact the gentleman.\" The request was completely\n unforceful, undemanding. \"I called, but he was not at home. Could you\n tell me where he might be?\"", "\"Uh-huh what?\" asked his superior, who was reading a newspaper with his\n feet up on the desk.\n\n\n \"Remember the myth, of Syndrome Johnny?\"", "typed them, myself or my father, but I must have been expected to\n forget or they wouldn't be there. Up to eleven, my memory is all right,", "ahead of famine. Sometimes I wish to God there would be another plague\n to give us a breathing spell and a fair chance to get things organized.\"", "special synthesis of some sort, and probably would be too busy even\n to talk. Interest stirred in him. This was a Federation investigator", "\"I was waiting for you, Ric.\"\n\n\n \"The Feds are after you.\" Ricardo Alcala had been running. He found he\n was panting and his heart was pounding." ] ]

[ "What traits best describe Stryker?", "What happens to Farrell midway through the passage?", "Did the protagonists succeed in their primary goal?", "Why might someone want to work the jobs that the protagonists work?", "Why might someone not want to work the jobs that the protagonists work?", "What might be a moral of the story?", "How would you describe the relationship between the protagonists?", "Which of the coworkers clearly slacks off the most?" ]

[ [ "Weathered and hopeful", "Pessimistic and cautious", "Strong and risk-taking", "Bold and charming" ], [ "He was in a fight to show dominance", "He was injured to send a message", "He was abducted to help fix something", "He was abducted to be tortured for information" ], [ "No, they were not able to save the planet", "No, they weren't able to complete the expedition", "Yes, they completed the expedition and saved the planet", "Somewhat, they were able to complete the expedition but they gave up on the planet" ], [ "They get to meet lots of friendly intergalactic species", "It's thrilling", "The pay is great", "It allows them to see beautiful landscapes" ], [ "It's time consuming to the extent that none of them can ever relax", "The pay is not good", "It's dangerous", "They are all in danger of dying at each planet they encounter" ], [ "Trial and error is a good strategy to success", "You can accomplish anything if you set your mind to it", "Believing in yourself will only get you so far; you have to put in the work to make things happen", "You have to pick your battles" ], [ "They don't like each other", "They're just coworkers", "They care for each other deeply", "They're beginning to get comfortable around each other" ], [ "Stryker", "None of them appear to slack off that much", "Farrell", "Gibson" ] ]

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[ [ "face scowling and intent, square brown body moving with a wrestler's\n easy economy of motion; Stryker, bald and fat and worried, wheezing up", "Stryker tugged uncomfortably at the rim of white hair the years had\n left him. \"It's a stumper for the moment, I'll admit ... if they'd", "\"Too old and fat,\" Stryker finished for him. \"And too damned slow and\n garrulous. You're right, of course.\"", "The instrument case slipped out of Farrell's hands. On the heels of its\n nerve-shattering crash against the metal floor came Stryker's voice,\n stronger as it came closer.", "Stryker at this moment would be regretting the congenital optimism\n that had prompted him to send his navigator where he himself could", "From another man it might have been irony. Knowing Gibson, Farrell and\n Stryker accepted it as a bald statement of fact.", "When they looked at each other blankly, he added, with the nearest\n approach to humor that either Farrell or Stryker had ever seen in him:\n \"It's a reciprocal arrangement. Xav confides his to me.\"", "\"You may be right,\" Stryker said, brightening. \"They carried the fight\n to us from the first skirmish, two hundred years ago, and they damned\n near beat us before we learned how to fight them.\"", "They digested the statement in silence. Stryker paled slowly, as if\n it needed time for apprehension to work its way through his fat bulk.", "The tinny whispering of Stryker's voice in the vaultlike quiet struck\n him with the frightening feeling that he had gone mad.", "Stryker laughed. \"You may be right. How about it, Gib? Do you ever feel\n the need of a wailing wall?\"\n\n\n Gibson looked up briefly from his game, his square face unsurprised.", "Stryker came over and unstrapped him. Gibson, playing chess with Xavier\n across the chart-room plotting table, looked up briefly and went back\n to his gambit.", "a sentry out there in the grass flats again tonight.\" He turned on\n Stryker uneasily. \"I've watched on the infra-scanner while those", "\"But the system worked,\" Stryker insisted. \"It balanced well enough, as\n long as they were isolated. They accepted it because it was all they", "Stryker's voice came tinnily in his ear. \"They won't seem so strange\n once we learn their motivations. I'm beginning to think this", "\"There you have it,\" Stryker said. \"They knew we were responsible for\n their catastrophe, but they couldn't bring themselves to ask us for", "Stryker's voice turned worried. \"Look sharp for traps, Arthur. The\n place may be mined.\"", "\"It's our job to understand them,\" Stryker said doggedly. \"Our function\n is to find colonies disoriented by the Hymenops and to set them", "Stryker's metallic whisper said: \"We're tracking your carrier, Arthur.\n Use the tools they left you. They brought you there to repair the\n Ringwave, to give back the power that kept their images going. Keep\n busy!\"", "and humorless. Except for initiative, Farrell thought, the two of them\n could have traded identities and no one would have been able to notice\n any difference." ], [ "Beneath the crying, Farrell felt the terror, incredibly voiced, that\n weighted the darkness, the horror implicit in stilled breathing, the\n swelling sense of outrage.", "native squatting on his heels and looking after him without a single\n trace of interest.\n\"I'm at ground level,\" Farrell said later, \"in what seems to have", "Farrell never heard the rest of it. Something struck him sharply across\n the back of the head.\nWhen he regained consciousness, he was naked and weaponless and lost.", "Farrell made an impatient sound and lit another cigarette. The brief\n flare of his lighter pierced the darkness and picked out a hurried", "Farrell, only half understanding, took up his instrument case. His\n movement triggered a tense rustle in the darkness; the voice whimpered\n again, a tortured sound that rasped Farrell's nerves like a file on\n glass.", "\"One of us will have to find out which it is,\" Farrell said. He took\n a restless turn about the chart room, weighing the probabilities. \"It\n seems to fall in my department.\"", "Numb with the terror that had dogged him from the moment he regained\n consciousness and found himself naked and weaponless, Farrell had no\n idea how long he had been lost in the honeycombed darkness of the", "The instrument case slipped out of Farrell's hands. On the heels of its\n nerve-shattering crash against the metal floor came Stryker's voice,\n stronger as it came closer.", "suggestion of imminent danger sent Farrell plunging blindly on into the\n maze.\n—To halt, sweating, when a sound exactly similar came to him from\n ahead.", "Farrell was halfway down the grassy slope to the village when he\n realized that the\nMarco\nwas still under watch. Approaching close", "the disabled power plant. He laced his fingers across his fat paunch\n and peered placidly through the dusk at Farrell, who lay on his back,\n smoking and watching the stars grow bright in the evening sky.", "\"They did it again,\" Farrell said. \"One of them tried to come up here\n to us. The others killed him, and who's to say what sort of twisted", "Farrell crouched back against the cold curve of the Ringwave cylinder,\n straining against flight with an effort that left him trembling", "When they looked at each other blankly, he added, with the nearest\n approach to humor that either Farrell or Stryker had ever seen in him:\n \"It's a reciprocal arrangement. Xav confides his to me.\"", "There was a sudden flood of light, unbearable after long darkness.\n Farrell had a failing glimpse of Gibson, square face blocked with light", "personifying with disturbing realism the soulless, arrogant efficiency\n of the Hymenop hive-mind. To Farrell, there was about each image a\n brooding air of hypnotic fixity.", "in Farrell's shoulder-pack of testing tools and audiphone, brushed the\n hand-torch and blast gun at the Terran's belt, and slid away without\n trace of expression.", "A shadow blocked the sun, bringing a faint chill to Farrell when he\n looked up to see the great rounded hump of the dome looming over him.", "Tarvil did not accompany him inside. Farrell, looking back as he\n thumbed his hand-torch alight in the nearest entranceway, saw the", "\"I'm going into the dome,\" Farrell said. He tried to keep the\n uncertainty out of his voice, and felt a rasp of irritation when he\n failed. \"Is there a taboo against that?\"" ], [ "\"They did it again,\" Farrell said. \"One of them tried to come up here\n to us. The others killed him, and who's to say what sort of twisted", "motive prompted them? They go to the dome together every morning, not\n speaking. They work all day in the fields without so much as looking at\n each other. But every night at least one of them tries to escape from", "It had been intended from the start that he should take this way. He\n had been herded here like a halterless beast, driven by the steady\n threat of action never quite realized.\nThey", "\"But the system worked,\" Stryker insisted. \"It balanced well enough, as\n long as they were isolated. They accepted it because it was all they", "that time they've lost a hundred twenty-six members, all suicides or\n murders. At first the entire population turned out at sunrise and went", "Farrell never heard the rest of it. Something struck him sharply across\n the back of the head.\nWhen he regained consciousness, he was naked and weaponless and lost.", "help because we were human beings like themselves. So they went mad one\n by one and committed the ultimate blasphemy of shouting their misery in\n public, and their fellows had to kill them or countenance sacrilege.", "\"When we crashed here five weeks ago, there were an even thousand\n natives in the village, plus or minus a few babes in arms. Since", "end.\nBehind him, his pursuers—human natives or Hymenop invaders, he had\n no way of knowing which—drew nearer with a dry minor rustling whose", "There was a soft rush of bodies, a panting and struggling. The\n whimpering stopped.", "\"It's our job to understand them,\" Stryker said doggedly. \"Our function\n is to find colonies disoriented by the Hymenops and to set them", "The native fell in beside him without speaking and they went down\n together, walking a careful ten feet apart, through dew-drenched grass", "and they\n were eating each other. Still it took only three generations to set\n them straight.\"", "\"There you have it,\" Stryker said. \"They knew we were responsible for\n their catastrophe, but they couldn't bring themselves to ask us for", "closer association with each other. Human gregariousness will reassert\n itself. After a couple of generations, the Reorientation boys can write\n them off as Terran Normal and move on to the next planetary madhouse", "They\nhad known where he was\n going, and why.\nBut there was light down there somewhere at the end of the tunnel's", "\"We've done all we can. Those Sadrians need something that a\n preliminary expedition like ours can't give them. Right now they are", "Pursuit overtook him halfway to the ship. There was a brief scuffling,\n a shadowy dispersal of silent figures. After that, nothing.", "reversed the norm and became a society of paranoiacs, hating each\n other in direct ratio to nearness of relationship. Husbands and wives\n detested each other, sons and fathers—\"", "fat paunch quivering with the beginning of laughter. \"We're through\n here. The rest is up to Reorientation.\"" ], [ "motive prompted them? They go to the dome together every morning, not\n speaking. They work all day in the fields without so much as looking at\n each other. But every night at least one of them tries to escape from", "\"Weird beggars,\" Farrell said into his audiphone button. \"They don't\n even rub elbows at work. You'd think they were afraid of being\n contaminated.\"", "\"They did it again,\" Farrell said. \"One of them tried to come up here\n to us. The others killed him, and who's to say what sort of twisted", "It had been intended from the start that he should take this way. He\n had been herded here like a halterless beast, driven by the steady\n threat of action never quite realized.\nThey", "\"But the system worked,\" Stryker insisted. \"It balanced well enough, as\n long as they were isolated. They accepted it because it was all they", "closer association with each other. Human gregariousness will reassert\n itself. After a couple of generations, the Reorientation boys can write\n them off as Terran Normal and move on to the next planetary madhouse", "\"It's our job to understand them,\" Stryker said doggedly. \"Our function\n is to find colonies disoriented by the Hymenops and to set them", "the disabled power plant. He laced his fingers across his fat paunch\n and peered placidly through the dusk at Farrell, who lay on his back,\n smoking and watching the stars grow bright in the evening sky.", "willing victims of a rigid religious code that makes it impossible for\n any one of them to express his wants, hopes, ideals or misfortunes to\n another. Exchanging confidences, to them, is the ultimate sacrilege.\"", "\"They're not insane, they're—adapted. Those robot images you found\n are everything to this culture: arbiters, commercial agents, monitors", "and confessors all in one. They not only relay physical needs from one\n native to another; they listen to all problems and give solutions.\n They're\nCounselors", "native squatting on his heels and looking after him without a single\n trace of interest.\n\"I'm at ground level,\" Farrell said later, \"in what seems to have", "\"Then they\nare\ncrazy. They'd have to be, with no more opportunity for\n emotional catharsis than that!\"", "after rising layer of dormitories tiered like honeycombs to conserve\n space. He followed a spiral ramp downward to the level immediately\n below surface, and felt his first excitement of discovery when he found", "personifying with disturbing realism the soulless, arrogant efficiency\n of the Hymenop hive-mind. To Farrell, there was about each image a\n brooding air of hypnotic fixity.", "comparing them: the robot, smoothly functional from flexible gray\n plastoid body to featureless oval faceplate, blandly efficient, totally\n incapable of emotion; Gibson, short and dark and competent heavy-browed", "\"That they're plain batty,\" Farrell finished for him. \"The whole setup\n is unnatural, Lee. Consider this: We sent Xavier out to meet the first", "He sat up restlessly and stubbed out his cigarette. \"It's an\n unimportant world anyway, all ocean except for this one small", "help because we were human beings like themselves. So they went mad one\n by one and committed the ultimate blasphemy of shouting their misery in\n public, and their fellows had to kill them or countenance sacrilege.", "Stryker's voice came tinnily in his ear. \"They won't seem so strange\n once we learn their motivations. I'm beginning to think this" ], [ "\"Weird beggars,\" Farrell said into his audiphone button. \"They don't\n even rub elbows at work. You'd think they were afraid of being\n contaminated.\"", "motive prompted them? They go to the dome together every morning, not\n speaking. They work all day in the fields without so much as looking at\n each other. But every night at least one of them tries to escape from", "\"They did it again,\" Farrell said. \"One of them tried to come up here\n to us. The others killed him, and who's to say what sort of twisted", "willing victims of a rigid religious code that makes it impossible for\n any one of them to express his wants, hopes, ideals or misfortunes to\n another. Exchanging confidences, to them, is the ultimate sacrilege.\"", "It had been intended from the start that he should take this way. He\n had been herded here like a halterless beast, driven by the steady\n threat of action never quite realized.\nThey", "\"Then they\nare\ncrazy. They'd have to be, with no more opportunity for\n emotional catharsis than that!\"", "\"That they're plain batty,\" Farrell finished for him. \"The whole setup\n is unnatural, Lee. Consider this: We sent Xavier out to meet the first", "He sat up restlessly and stubbed out his cigarette. \"It's an\n unimportant world anyway, all ocean except for this one small", "help because we were human beings like themselves. So they went mad one\n by one and committed the ultimate blasphemy of shouting their misery in\n public, and their fellows had to kill them or countenance sacrilege.", "the disabled power plant. He laced his fingers across his fat paunch\n and peered placidly through the dusk at Farrell, who lay on his back,\n smoking and watching the stars grow bright in the evening sky.", "I don't like it. I've got a hunch that whatever these damned idols were\n used for succeeded too well.\"", "closer association with each other. Human gregariousness will reassert\n itself. After a couple of generations, the Reorientation boys can write\n them off as Terran Normal and move on to the next planetary madhouse", "sentries changed shifts, and they don't speak to each other. I've\n tracked them back to the village, but I've never seen one of them turn\n in a—\"", "that time they've lost a hundred twenty-six members, all suicides or\n murders. At first the entire population turned out at sunrise and went", "native squatting on his heels and looking after him without a single\n trace of interest.\n\"I'm at ground level,\" Farrell said later, \"in what seems to have", "reversed the norm and became a society of paranoiacs, hating each\n other in direct ratio to nearness of relationship. Husbands and wives\n detested each other, sons and fathers—\"", "and humorless. Except for initiative, Farrell thought, the two of them\n could have traded identities and no one would have been able to notice\n any difference.", "\"But the system worked,\" Stryker insisted. \"It balanced well enough, as\n long as they were isolated. They accepted it because it was all they", "the village and come up here—and this is what happens. We couldn't\n trust them, Lee, even if we could understand them!\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nAn enormous weapon is forcing people to keep\n \ntheir troubles to themselves—it's dynamite!" ], [ "\"They did it again,\" Farrell said. \"One of them tried to come up here\n to us. The others killed him, and who's to say what sort of twisted", "Farrell never heard the rest of it. Something struck him sharply across\n the back of the head.\nWhen he regained consciousness, he was naked and weaponless and lost.", "motive prompted them? They go to the dome together every morning, not\n speaking. They work all day in the fields without so much as looking at\n each other. But every night at least one of them tries to escape from", "It had been intended from the start that he should take this way. He\n had been herded here like a halterless beast, driven by the steady\n threat of action never quite realized.\nThey", "and they\n were eating each other. Still it took only three generations to set\n them straight.\"", "He met with only one sign of interest, when a naked boy perhaps six\n years old stared curiously and asked something in a childish treble of", "end.\nBehind him, his pursuers—human natives or Hymenop invaders, he had\n no way of knowing which—drew nearer with a dry minor rustling whose", "He sat up restlessly and stubbed out his cigarette. \"It's an\n unimportant world anyway, all ocean except for this one small", "help because we were human beings like themselves. So they went mad one\n by one and committed the ultimate blasphemy of shouting their misery in\n public, and their fellows had to kill them or countenance sacrilege.", "Farrell relayed the incident. \"She said '\nQuiet!\n' and slapped him\n down, Lee. They start their training early.\"", "fat paunch quivering with the beginning of laughter. \"We're through\n here. The rest is up to Reorientation.\"", "\"That they're plain batty,\" Farrell finished for him. \"The whole setup\n is unnatural, Lee. Consider this: We sent Xavier out to meet the first", "Then he passed out.\nHe was strapped to his couch in the chart room when he awoke. The\nMarco Four", "Stryker laughed. \"You may be right. How about it, Gib? Do you ever feel\n the need of a wailing wall?\"\n\n\n Gibson looked up briefly from his game, his square face unsurprised.", "Hymenops' hive-culture before abandoning it to its own devices, and\n anything at all in the way of eccentric social controls can develop.\n But men remain basically identical, Arthur, in spite of acquired", "\"There you have it,\" Stryker said. \"They knew we were responsible for\n their catastrophe, but they couldn't bring themselves to ask us for", "the disabled power plant. He laced his fingers across his fat paunch\n and peered placidly through the dusk at Farrell, who lay on his back,\n smoking and watching the stars grow bright in the evening sky.", "They digested the statement in silence. Stryker paled slowly, as if\n it needed time for apprehension to work its way through his fat bulk.", "closer association with each other. Human gregariousness will reassert\n itself. After a couple of generations, the Reorientation boys can write\n them off as Terran Normal and move on to the next planetary madhouse", "The rustling of approach, bodiless and dreadful in darkness, panicked\n him completely and sent him fleeing through a sweating eternity that" ], [ "motive prompted them? They go to the dome together every morning, not\n speaking. They work all day in the fields without so much as looking at\n each other. But every night at least one of them tries to escape from", "When they looked at each other blankly, he added, with the nearest\n approach to humor that either Farrell or Stryker had ever seen in him:\n \"It's a reciprocal arrangement. Xav confides his to me.\"", "\"They did it again,\" Farrell said. \"One of them tried to come up here\n to us. The others killed him, and who's to say what sort of twisted", "reversed the norm and became a society of paranoiacs, hating each\n other in direct ratio to nearness of relationship. Husbands and wives\n detested each other, sons and fathers—\"", "The native fell in beside him without speaking and they went down\n together, walking a careful ten feet apart, through dew-drenched grass", "\"That they're plain batty,\" Farrell finished for him. \"The whole setup\n is unnatural, Lee. Consider this: We sent Xavier out to meet the first", "It had been intended from the start that he should take this way. He\n had been herded here like a halterless beast, driven by the steady\n threat of action never quite realized.\nThey", "willing victims of a rigid religious code that makes it impossible for\n any one of them to express his wants, hopes, ideals or misfortunes to\n another. Exchanging confidences, to them, is the ultimate sacrilege.\"", "Farrell said wonderingly, \"I never thought of the need to exchange\n confidences as being so important. But it is; everyone does it. You and\n I often talk over personal concerns, and Gib—\"", "and humorless. Except for initiative, Farrell thought, the two of them\n could have traded identities and no one would have been able to notice\n any difference.", "closer association with each other. Human gregariousness will reassert\n itself. After a couple of generations, the Reorientation boys can write\n them off as Terran Normal and move on to the next planetary madhouse", "the disabled power plant. He laced his fingers across his fat paunch\n and peered placidly through the dusk at Farrell, who lay on his back,\n smoking and watching the stars grow bright in the evening sky.", "Stryker laughed. \"You may be right. How about it, Gib? Do you ever feel\n the need of a wailing wall?\"\n\n\n Gibson looked up briefly from his game, his square face unsurprised.", "Farrell relayed the incident. \"She said '\nQuiet!\n' and slapped him\n down, Lee. They start their training early.\"", "native squatting on his heels and looking after him without a single\n trace of interest.\n\"I'm at ground level,\" Farrell said later, \"in what seems to have", "comparing them: the robot, smoothly functional from flexible gray\n plastoid body to featureless oval faceplate, blandly efficient, totally\n incapable of emotion; Gibson, short and dark and competent heavy-browed", "Farrell never heard the rest of it. Something struck him sharply across\n the back of the head.\nWhen he regained consciousness, he was naked and weaponless and lost.", "He met with only one sign of interest, when a naked boy perhaps six\n years old stared curiously and asked something in a childish treble of", "Stryker came over and unstrapped him. Gibson, playing chess with Xavier\n across the chart-room plotting table, looked up briefly and went back\n to his gambit.", "the village and come up here—and this is what happens. We couldn't\n trust them, Lee, even if we could understand them!\"" ], [ "\"Weird beggars,\" Farrell said into his audiphone button. \"They don't\n even rub elbows at work. You'd think they were afraid of being\n contaminated.\"", "the disabled power plant. He laced his fingers across his fat paunch\n and peered placidly through the dusk at Farrell, who lay on his back,\n smoking and watching the stars grow bright in the evening sky.", "\"They did it again,\" Farrell said. \"One of them tried to come up here\n to us. The others killed him, and who's to say what sort of twisted", "Stryker laughed. \"You may be right. How about it, Gib? Do you ever feel\n the need of a wailing wall?\"\n\n\n Gibson looked up briefly from his game, his square face unsurprised.", "\"Too old and fat,\" Stryker finished for him. \"And too damned slow and\n garrulous. You're right, of course.\"", "Farrell said wonderingly, \"I never thought of the need to exchange\n confidences as being so important. But it is; everyone does it. You and\n I often talk over personal concerns, and Gib—\"", "Farrell relayed the incident. \"She said '\nQuiet!\n' and slapped him\n down, Lee. They start their training early.\"", "motive prompted them? They go to the dome together every morning, not\n speaking. They work all day in the fields without so much as looking at\n each other. But every night at least one of them tries to escape from", "It had been intended from the start that he should take this way. He\n had been herded here like a halterless beast, driven by the steady\n threat of action never quite realized.\nThey", "native squatting on his heels and looking after him without a single\n trace of interest.\n\"I'm at ground level,\" Farrell said later, \"in what seems to have", "\"One of us will have to find out which it is,\" Farrell said. He took\n a restless turn about the chart room, weighing the probabilities. \"It\n seems to fall in my department.\"", "Stryker came over and unstrapped him. Gibson, playing chess with Xavier\n across the chart-room plotting table, looked up briefly and went back\n to his gambit.", "The native fell in beside him without speaking and they went down\n together, walking a careful ten feet apart, through dew-drenched grass", "They digested the statement in silence. Stryker paled slowly, as if\n it needed time for apprehension to work its way through his fat bulk.", "and humorless. Except for initiative, Farrell thought, the two of them\n could have traded identities and no one would have been able to notice\n any difference.", "When they looked at each other blankly, he added, with the nearest\n approach to humor that either Farrell or Stryker had ever seen in him:\n \"It's a reciprocal arrangement. Xav confides his to me.\"", "fat paunch quivering with the beginning of laughter. \"We're through\n here. The rest is up to Reorientation.\"", "Then he passed out.\nHe was strapped to his couch in the chart room when he awoke. The\nMarco Four", "\"There's an exception for your theory, Lee. Iron Man Gibson never gave\n out with a confidence in his life!\"", "From another man it might have been irony. Knowing Gibson, Farrell and\n Stryker accepted it as a bald statement of fact." ] ]

[ "What is one negative effect of allowing spillover?", "What is the best proposed solution to spillover as an issue?", "What are the problems with sexually explicit material in murals, according to the author?", "What are the problems with sexually explicit material on the internet, according to the author?", "What is a conclusion you could draw from this article?", "Who is most likely to read this article?", "What is the overall tone of this article?" ]

[ [ "Sometimes adults will not be able to access things they should be able to access", "Children and adults alike will suffer equally from reduced restrictions", "Fortunately there aren't really negative effects of allowing spillover (only negative effects of preventing it)", "Sometimes children will be exposed to things that they should not be exposed to" ], [ "Banning sites from posting most types of explicit content unless they have a specific license to do so", "Banning children from using certain sites", "Making sites label the type of material so computer software can sift through it", "Making sites lock children out of explicit material" ], [ "Artists feel limited by the government as they often want to paint nude people in public murals", "Adults are able to shield their children from seeing these murals, but that requires effort that adults are not always able to expend", "No one really wants to see sexually explicit material in murals anyway, so there isn't really a problem", "Children are able to see these murals if they're in public, but it isn't the best idea for them to have access to them in the first place" ], [ "They can be accessed by users in many cases, so children are potentially able to stumble upon them", "They are seldom labeled above \"G-rating\" beforehand so children can easily access them and not realize it", "There is not enough of an internet distinction between sexually explicit material that is appropriate for adults and borderline cases that are okay for kids to view (like statues of Greek figures, which many adults think is okay because it's art)", "They are behind enough walls and sites that they can sometimes be inaccessible to adults when adults should be able to access them" ], [ "The spillover problem has no clear solution", "The spillover problem has a few potential solutions but none are completely accepted", "The spillover problem is already solved legally, this article informs the reader about how the problem has been solved", "The spillover problem has a few, reasonable solutions that could be easily employed" ], [ "A kid studying controversial laws in history class", "A law school student studying modern ethical issues", "A computer science professor who plans to discuss privacy laws and when it's ok to reduce user privacy", "A parent concerned for the safety of their child who often goes on the internet" ], [ "Exclamatory", "Informative", "Persuasive", "Disapproving" ] ]

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[ [ "This spillover problem", "Does this extra protection justify the considerable spillover? The precedents", "court was willing to tolerate some spillover; after all, even", "squarely face the spillover problem. Perhaps--contrary to the suggestions", "spillover effect on adults. Adults generally have the right to", "restricting adults. Either way there's spillover. Either the restriction", "the great recurring problems in free-speech law is spillover.", "though ostensibly intended to protect children, clearly has a spillover", "the audience.\" The spillover was clear: Adults were deprived of", "Speech and Spillover \n\n The Supreme Court probably will overturn the notorious Communications Decency Act. But the issues are not as cut-and-dried as some might suggest.", "or the freedom spills over onto speech that, in the", "classic illustration of the spillover problem is the Communications Decency", "a total ban. The court apparently was willing to tolerate", "restriction spills over onto speech that should be free, or", "court won't tolerate unnecessary spillover onto adults. But on the", "says that the speech must be allowed. Pacifica , Sable", "The law cannot restrict all harmful, valueless speech and at", "By Eugene Volokh \n\n (1,777 words; posted Thursday, July 18; to be composted Thursday, July 25)", "and television) during most hours. But the justices were willing", "cracked up to be, and therefore, free speech should prevail." ], [ "This spillover problem", "squarely face the spillover problem. Perhaps--contrary to the suggestions", "Does this extra protection justify the considerable spillover? The precedents", "spillover effect on adults. Adults generally have the right to", "restricting adults. Either way there's spillover. Either the restriction", "Speech and Spillover \n\n The Supreme Court probably will overturn the notorious Communications Decency Act. But the issues are not as cut-and-dried as some might suggest.", "the great recurring problems in free-speech law is spillover.", "though ostensibly intended to protect children, clearly has a spillover", "classic illustration of the spillover problem is the Communications Decency", "court was willing to tolerate some spillover; after all, even", "is entirely unnecessary. But that too will be hard to", "the audience.\" The spillover was clear: Adults were deprived of", "by it--but the ban plus the technological fix probably will", "sacrifice. The SurfWatch solution is limited by the software designers'", "insulate children without entirely banning the medium. For example, the", "effective than a total ban. People may be more willing", "By Eugene Volokh \n\n (1,777 words; posted Thursday, July 18; to be composted Thursday, July 25)", "suggestions of some Supreme Court cases--spillover questions should always be", "too. In fact, a rating requirement might be more effective", "even the alternatives it suggested would deny access to some" ], [ "Some say the justices should simply rule that sexually explicit", "lower courts have upheld bans on public display of sexually", "willing to accept that sexually explicit material is indeed harmful", "\"that, in context, depicts or describes,\" \n\n \"in terms patently offensive as measured by contemporary community standards,\" \n\n \"sexual or excretory activities or organs.\"", "have no right to see very sexually explicit material, and", "sexually explicit material that's not technically \"obscene\" on the grounds", "\"sexual or excretory activities or organs,\" especially under the standards", "this keeps, say, a would-be muralist from communicating to", "exceptions to this: child pornography (sexually explicit pictures made using", "be rated--that any sufficiently sexually explicit text or image be", "profanities might be considered \"patently offensive\" descriptions of \"sexual", "to see material that's \"patently offensive.\" There are two exceptions", "using child models) and \"obscenity\"--but both are much smaller", "ages, but TV broadcasters, muralists, or people who post", "explicit material isn't as dangerous for children as it's cracked", "to reading only what is fit for children. ... Surely,", "of material that might be unsuitable for minors. The court", "crime. The term \"patently offensive\" is vague enough that no", "law can prohibit public display, insulating children but also restricting", "\"patently offensive\" can cover a lot of territory. Many profanities" ], [ "willing to accept that sexually explicit material is indeed harmful", "Some say the justices should simply rule that sexually explicit", "Virtually any sort of speech in the public areas of cyberspace is available to minors, so the law really applies to all such areas, including Web sites, Internet newsgroups, e-mail discussion lists, chat rooms, and bulletin boards.", "have no right to see very sexually explicit material, and", "sexually explicit material that's not technically \"obscene\" on the grounds", "exceptions to this: child pornography (sexually explicit pictures made using", "computers to block access to these pages. Alternatively, the software", "harmful to children. Other CDA critics assert that the technological", "\"that, in context, depicts or describes,\" \n\n \"in terms patently offensive as measured by contemporary community standards,\" \n\n \"sexual or excretory activities or organs.\"", "explicit material isn't as dangerous for children as it's cracked", "to see material that's \"patently offensive.\" There are two exceptions", "to stop \"indecency\" on the Internet. A three-judge federal", "be rated--that any sufficiently sexually explicit text or image be", "of material that might be unsuitable for minors. The court", "Internet, is it possible to shield children without restricting adults?", "The most controversial part of the CDA prohibits anyone from \n\n \"us[ing] an interactive computer service\"", "ban invalid. The law might demand that online material be", "to reading only what is fit for children. ... Surely,", "\"sexual or excretory activities or organs,\" especially under the standards", "lower courts have upheld bans on public display of sexually" ], [ "By Eugene Volokh \n\n (1,777 words; posted Thursday, July 18; to be composted Thursday, July 25)", "court concluded that such a ban was unconstitutional. The law,", "Ultimately, then,", "Sable , and now Denver Consortium suggest that the speech", "And \"patently", "some adults. And it also hinted that it might even", "is entirely unnecessary. But that too will be hard to", "prevail. But many people, probably including the justices, are willing", "a total ban. The court apparently was willing to tolerate", "effective, and thus more likely to be the sort of", "and philosophers can debate this, but as a constitutional matter,", "handed down.) And during the last 10 years, some lower", "matter, the question is settled.", "CDA court's decision was written before Denver Consortium was handed", "needed to protect children. But the court pointed out that", "than many might think.", "Court precedents are unclear. In a 1957 case called Butler", "One of the", "of course, might misrate their material--intentionally or accidentally. But", "cracked up to be, and therefore, free speech should prevail." ], [ "effective, and thus more likely to be the sort of", "to reading only what is fit for children. ... Surely,", "some adults. And it also hinted that it might even", "on existing sites or newsgroups. Some things will inevitably be", "By Eugene Volokh \n\n (1,777 words; posted Thursday, July 18; to be composted Thursday, July 25)", "Many people, of", "of course, might misrate their material--intentionally or accidentally. But", "prevail. But many people, probably including the justices, are willing", "the judgment of most legislators, voters, and judges, should be", "And \"patently", "the audience.\" The spillover was clear: Adults were deprived of", "Sable , and now Denver Consortium suggest that the speech", "by grownups in order to shield children. My guess is", "and television) during most hours. But the justices were willing", "no one knows for sure, but the wise user will", "ages, but TV broadcasters, muralists, or people who post", "and frequently updated by the software designers. If the government", "One of the", "and you never know what will get posted tomorrow even on", "and that people (except, perhaps, the minors' parents) have no" ], [ "And \"patently", "By Eugene Volokh \n\n (1,777 words; posted Thursday, July 18; to be composted Thursday, July 25)", "cracked up to be, and therefore, free speech should prevail.", "Some speech is so harmful and so lacking in redeeming", "is entirely unnecessary. But that too will be hard to", "One of the", "effective, and thus more likely to be the sort of", "prevail. But many people, probably including the justices, are willing", "Sable , and now Denver Consortium suggest that the speech", "some adults. And it also hinted that it might even", "a total ban. The court apparently was willing to tolerate", "Decency Act, passed earlier this year in an attempt to", "But it's often", "Ultimately, then,", "Many people, of", "the audience.\" The spillover was clear: Adults were deprived of", "handed down.) And during the last 10 years, some lower", "and you never know what will get posted tomorrow even on", "of course, might misrate their material--intentionally or accidentally. But", "and philosophers can debate this, but as a constitutional matter," ] ]

[ "Of the following options, which statement does the article claim to be true regarding health claims on packages?", "What is the tone of the passage?", "Of the following choices, who might be the most interested in reading the passage?", "Why is the passage called \"Temperance Kills\"?", "What types of references/citations does this article include?", "Why might someone show this article to a loved one?", "What is the structure of the article?", "This article makes some kind of claim about consumption. In their claim, do they suggest a correlation between two things or a causation?", "How much research is used as supporting evidence in this article?" ]

[ [ "Alcoholic beverage labels thus far have not been permitted to describe effects of moderation", "Some junk foods and wines are required to describe their link to negative health effects", "Some junk foods and wines are banned from describing their ability to lower cholesterol", "Some alcoholic beverages have labels that describe the effects of moderation" ], [ "Humorous", "Argumentative", "Conversational", "Academic" ], [ "An adult in their 50s", "An adult in their 20s", "A health professional", "A college student at a \"Party School\"" ], [ "In highly specified situations consumption of alcohol might provide some health benefits", "Those who drink decent amounts are only actually marginally at a greater risk of some health problems than their sober peers", "Those who don't drink are often on average sadder than their peers who do drink", "Abstaining from alcohol during formative years will decrease the amount of social connections individuals form, especially if they attend college" ], [ "Labels and quotes from packaging", "Wartime alcohol advertisements", "Statistics on amounts of wine and liquor consumed in the country", "Packaging marketing techniques" ], [ "To explain that they don't have to cut out junk food and wine entirely from their diet", "To explain that they don't have to cut alcohol out of their diet", "To explain that there are few benefits of eating excessive amounts of junk food and wine", "To explain that there are few benefits of drinking excessive amounts of alcohol" ], [ "From general background info to specifics on health and labels", "From background information to specifics on junk food and wine", "From specific information to a general/broad argument", "From background information to specifics on wine consumption, health, and labels" ], [ "They say there is a correlation between two things but there is not causation", "They say there is a correlation between two things", "They say there is not a correlation but there is causation", "They say there is causation between two things" ], [ "Anecdotal quotes and a few statistics", "Primarily anecdotal quotes", "Rules/Regulation quotes and a few statistics", "Only quotes regarding rules and regulations" ] ]

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[ [ "BATF interprets this to mean that any health claim must", "any health claims, even mild ones. (For more on rejected", "a normal alcoholic beverage label.\" The only health statement the", "the government restricts health claims even for innocuous foods such", "ENDNOTES \n\n \n\n Note 1 \n\n By law, the label on alcoholic beverages reads:", "onerous restrictions on health claims, the U.S. government's current", "of wine labels that read \"To learn the health effects", "rejected health claims, click here.)", "the full text, click here). See for yourself, but I", "that light drinking might benefit their health.\" But American authorities", "the U.S. official nutritional guidelines say just this about potential", "the literature,\" says Eric Rimm, a Harvard epidemiologist. Research has", "Excerpts from the U.S. government's current (1995) dietary guidelines (click here for the full text) include the following:", "said. Why not say so? \"Messages about alcohol don't come", "forbids \"curative and therapeutic claims\" in alcohol marketing \"if", "not in dispute. Epidemiologists figure that if all Americans became", "Similarly, the American Heart Association's official recommendation advises, \"If you", "of the American Heart Association's nutrition committee, helped write that", "British health authorities, in their 1995 guidelines (\"Sensible Drinking\"),", "of Medicine reported the results of the biggest and probably best" ], [ "the full text, click here). See for yourself, but I", "And so the", "called cautious--or, less charitably, embarrassed mumbling.", "But there are", "in some individuals.\" They then go on to recite a", "as \"slight.\" The accompanying editorial called it \"small.\" I phoned", "I think the message most people would get from both sources", "Temperance Kills", "One of", "Here is what", "you drink, do so in moderation.\" It goes on to", "a very hard time with complicated messages,\" says Thun. No", "\"Besides the", "To continue today's policy of muttering and changing the subject", "worry. But there are lives, again, on both sides of", "\"People have a", "The trouble is", "that statement--whether it was aggressive enough. \"We don't have", "a litany of risks (for the text, click here). Similarly,", "The British" ], [ "the full text, click here). See for yourself, but I", "in some individuals.\" They then go on to recite a", "I think the message most people would get from both sources", "No doubt some people do. But is it really so", "for many people.\" Only 42 percent of those who responded", "One of", "of those lives might, just as an example, belong to", "\"People have a", "a litany of risks (for the text, click here). Similarly,", "And so the", "substantial numbers of people out there who are looking for", "read that report by clicking here.)", "The answer is: Nobody knows. What is surprising, given the", "a stake in getting the word out, but one of", "Here is what", "social occasion, doesn't drink. He has read some news reports", "broadcast,\" he replied. \"There's been a very long history in", "Drinking\"), say that people who drink very little or not", "what you may not know--or may know only fuzzily. For", "\"Besides the" ], [ "Temperance Kills", "you drink, do so in moderation.\" It goes on to", "ENDNOTES \n\n \n\n Note 1 \n\n By law, the label on alcoholic beverages reads:", "to people to drink, and my daughter just got killed", "Drinking\"), say that people who drink very little or not", "the full text, click here). See for yourself, but I", "killed last night because of some drunk,' that's the other", "saying, for example, \"Just One Drink\" or \"Drink a", "said. Why not say so? \"Messages about alcohol don't come", "trouble controlling their consumption--should avoid alcohol, period. And all that", "sources is \"Drinking isn't all bad, but eschew it", "is vicious, dangerous stuff. Each year about 100,000 Americans", "the cause is too much alcohol or too little. To", "We don't know exactly why; some evidence suggests alcohol--of whatever", "do so. Every bottle of alcohol carries a government warning", "Americans die alcohol-related deaths. No one should drink and drive", "drive or drink to excess. Some people--teen-agers, people on", "Note 4 \n\n Here is the American Heart Association's recommendation on alcohol:", "social occasion, doesn't drink. He has read some news reports", "for justification to drink more than they should.\"" ], [ "the full text, click here). See for yourself, but I", "in some individuals.\" They then go on to recite a", "page government report, complete with 34 footnotes. (You can read", "the literature,\" says Eric Rimm, a Harvard epidemiologist. Research has", "a litany of risks (for the text, click here). Similarly,", "read that report by clicking here.)", "the authors of the aforementioned New England Journal study characterized", "ENDNOTES \n\n \n\n Note 1 \n\n By law, the label on alcoholic beverages reads:", "as \"slight.\" The accompanying editorial called it \"small.\" I phoned", "The evidence", "According to documents", "of Medicine reported the results of the biggest and probably best", "Rimm guesses, 70 or 80 studies of 30 to", "Current evidence suggests", "Excerpts from the U.S. government's current (1995) dietary guidelines (click here for the full text) include the following:", "suicide, and accidents. In light of these and other risks,", "I think the message most people would get from both sources", "to the good. Last December, the New England Journal of", "And here, again, is additional information on the BATF's", "BATF interprets this to mean that any health claim must" ], [ "the full text, click here). See for yourself, but I", "in some individuals.\" They then go on to recite a", "Presumably an avoidable heart attack is equally tragic whether the", "to the good. Last December, the New England Journal of", "I think the message most people would get from both sources", "No doubt some people do. But is it really so", "The evidence", "\"People have a", "read that report by clicking here.)", "of those lives might, just as an example, belong to", "said. Why not say so? \"Messages about alcohol don't come", "Here is what", "as \"slight.\" The accompanying editorial called it \"small.\" I phoned", "a litany of risks (for the text, click here). Similarly,", "For example, the", "enjoyed daily is not only a pleasant experience but can be", "social occasion, doesn't drink. He has read some news reports", "you drink, do so in moderation.\" It goes on to", "whether they believed \"that scientific evidence exists showing that moderate", "that light drinking might benefit their health.\" But American authorities" ], [ "the full text, click here). See for yourself, but I", "as \"slight.\" The accompanying editorial called it \"small.\" I phoned", "page government report, complete with 34 footnotes. (You can read", "in some individuals.\" They then go on to recite a", "read that report by clicking here.)", "According to documents", "Here is what", "The evidence", "of Medicine reported the results of the biggest and probably best", "broadcast,\" he replied. \"There's been a very long history in", "And so the", "And here, again, is additional information on the BATF's", "a litany of risks (for the text, click here). Similarly,", "to the good. Last December, the New England Journal of", "the authors of the aforementioned New England Journal study characterized", "Back", "Ronald Krauss--a doctor who, as the immediate past chairman of", "ENDNOTES \n\n \n\n Note 1 \n\n By law, the label on alcoholic beverages reads:", "a very hard time with complicated messages,\" says Thun. No", "the literature,\" says Eric Rimm, a Harvard epidemiologist. Research has" ], [ "the full text, click here). See for yourself, but I", "in some individuals.\" They then go on to recite a", "BATF interprets this to mean that any health claim must", "the literature,\" says Eric Rimm, a Harvard epidemiologist. Research has", "drinking habits. And, in the standard view of public health", "that light drinking might benefit their health.\" But American authorities", "moderate consumption of alcohol, approximately one or two drinks per", "Drinking\"), say that people who drink very little or not", "also causes harm, of course. It can increase chances of", "trouble controlling their consumption--should avoid alcohol, period. And all that", "We don't know exactly why; some evidence suggests alcohol--of whatever", "ENDNOTES \n\n \n\n Note 1 \n\n By law, the label on alcoholic beverages reads:", "for justification to drink more than they should.\"", "you drink, do so in moderation.\" It goes on to", "is lower than in nondrinkers. However, with increased intake", "the authors of the aforementioned New England Journal study characterized", "Current evidence suggests", "reports suggesting moderate alcohol use may yield benefits, but his", "the association between smoking and lung cancer, I think this", "I think the message most people would get from both sources" ], [ "the full text, click here). See for yourself, but I", "The evidence", "Current evidence suggests", "the literature,\" says Eric Rimm, a Harvard epidemiologist. Research has", "page government report, complete with 34 footnotes. (You can read", "whether they believed \"that scientific evidence exists showing that moderate", "in some individuals.\" They then go on to recite a", "Rimm guesses, 70 or 80 studies of 30 to", "as \"slight.\" The accompanying editorial called it \"small.\" I phoned", "read that report by clicking here.)", "of Medicine reported the results of the biggest and probably best", "The answer is: Nobody knows. What is surprising, given the", "ENDNOTES \n\n \n\n Note 1 \n\n By law, the label on alcoholic beverages reads:", "Ronald Krauss--a doctor who, as the immediate past chairman of", "to the good. Last December, the New England Journal of", "Drinking\"), say that people who drink very little or not", "half a million people over nine years. It found that,", "not in dispute. Epidemiologists figure that if all Americans became", "I think the message most people would get from both sources", "indeed small in the world of epidemiology. \"It's a" ] ]

[ "To what does \"uninj\" refer?", "Why was The Butcher initially prevented from entering the Time Theater?", "Why can't people from the Dawn Era exit the Time Bubble supposedly?", "Why was Butch allowed to stay in the Time Theater after all?", "What is the main reason the warriors were able to exit the Time Bubble?", "How was the Butcher able to so defeat the past men?", "What was the primary function of the interpreter?", "Why was Brute growling at the entrance of the Time Theater?", "Why would Brute and Darter never attack Butch, Joggy, and Hal?" ]

[ [ "The species of dog bred for the new civilization.", "The inability of robotic dogs to rationalize and remember.", "The hyperplastic compound embedded in the bodies of dogs.", "The robotic canines' inability to be physically harmed. " ], [ "He was too young to be allowed on the premises.", "The usher detected his interest in violence.", "He was stopped by an electrical forcefield. ", "The usher did not like his appearance." ], [ "They can, but they can only walk along the vista.", "The dogs prevent them from leaving the Dawn Era, and the uninjes prevent them from entering the new civilization.", "The Bubble is a hole in time that can emit photons, but it cannot be penetrated by humans or any other object. ", "People can only enter the Time Bubble, they cannot exit from it." ], [ "He snuck into the theater with the two cold-eyed girls.", "The Time Bubble drew him in because of his impulsive mentality.", "He tricked a gullible adult, and the interpreter trusted the man's judgment. ", "He lied to the usher about his age." ], [ "The Butcher's impetuous nature triggered the Bubble's time-traveling properties.", "The interpreter's safeguards failed.", "The sorcerer conducted a spell and pushed them through the cross-section.", "They were summoned by the Butcher and his sense-memory." ], [ "The past men were confused and horrified by the futuristic weapons and technology and retreated.", "He had trained the uninjes to attack when they felt threatened.", "The repulsor field protected him as he commanded the dogs.", "He was protected by the levitator as the dogs' instincts kicked in." ], [ "To read thoughts, answer questions, and offer security around the Time Bubble.", "To translate languages for the adult and youth audiences that visited the Time Theater.", "To explain the history of past civilizations.", "To usher in audiences who were qualified to enter the Time Theater and eject those who were not qualified." ], [ "He was reacting to the metal tube the Butcher used to spit fluids at the girls.", "The two chattering girls nearby were bothering him.", "He could sense the over-age teacher spying on them through the hole.", "He could sense the wolflike dogs of the barbaric Dawn Era." ], [ "They were loyal pets and loved their owners.", "They were wired against harming them.", "They were programmed to only attack real dogs.", "The repulsor fields protected Butch, Joggy, and Hal from all harm." ] ]

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[ [ "scathingly. \"An uninj isn't really a dog. It's just a lot of circuits\n and a micropack bedded in hyperplastic.\" He looked at Brute with", "\"I mean if you\ncould\nhurt an uninj,\" Joggy amended.\n\n\n \"Well, maybe I wouldn't,\" the Butcher admitted grudgingly. \"But shut\n up—I want to think.\"", "\"I don't know about that,\" Hal put in. \"I've heard an uninj is\n programmed with so many genuine canine reactions that it practically\n has racial memory.\"", "\"Look,\" Joggy said, \"you wouldn't hurt an uninj, for instance, would\n you?\"", "\"How can you hurt something that's uninjurable?\" the Butcher demanded", "The uninjes leaped into the melee, at first tearing more fur than\n flesh. Swords caught them and sent them spinning through the air. They", "The battling uninjes careened into them. Brute had Darter by the ear\n and was whirling him around hilariously.\n\n\n \"Aw,\nquit\nit, Brute,\" the Butcher said in annoyance.", "\"Brute, come back!\" the Butcher yelled.\nThe gray uninj let go his hold on the leader's ankle and scampered", "Nobody gets hurt. And look here, Joggy—and you, too, Hal—when you\n talk to me, don't just say Butch. It's the Butcher, see?\"", "Hal spoke to the uninjes, pointing to the side of the corridor.\n Obediently four of them lined up.", "\"I do like dog fights,\" Butch said somberly, without looking around. \"I\n don't like uninj fights. They're just a pretend, like everything else.", "and Blue!\" Then he stopped shouting and raised his hand to his mouth.\nGrowling quite unmechanically, the five uninjes hurled themselves", "uninjes moved uneasily.", "wide, saucer-shaped depression which swam along with them. The uninjes\n avoided the depressions. Darter was strutting on his hind legs, looking\n up inquiringly at his master.", "The Butcher spared a second to repeat his command to the uninjes. But\n already the battle was going against the larger dogs. The latter had", "on the resilient pavement. Hal called in his three uninjes and said\n in soothing tones: \"Joggy and I are going to swim over to the Time", "But the others had disappeared in the blackness. The Butcher waited and\n then sat down beside the uninjes. Brute laid his head on his knee and\n growled faintly down the corridor.", "\"That's right.\" Hal cleared his throat and recited: \"The bubble is the\n locus of an infinite number of one-way holes, all centering around two", "\"Brute, get over there,\" the Butcher commanded. Unwillingly, eyes still\n fixed on the blackness ahead, Brute obeyed.", "There was no need for the last injunction. The scene within the bubble\n had acquired a gripping interest. The shaggy warriors were taking up" ], [ "The older boy shrugged and said: \"Oh, well, how about it—Butcher?\"\n\n\n The Butcher swung around. \"They won't let me in the Time Theater. You\n said so yourself.\"", "\"You won't be able to fool the usher, Butcher. You under-fives\n simply aren't allowed in the Time Theater. There's a good reason for\n it—something dangerous might happen if an under-five got inside.\"", "certainly was sad for a future dictator not to be able to enjoy scenes\n of carnage in his youth, so I told him I'd been inside the Time Theater", "\"You've never been inside the Time Theater—you're not old enough\n yet—so you just can't know anything about it or about the reasons", "The Butcher grinned at them briefly and concentrated his attention on\n the scene in the Time Bubble.\n\n\n \"Those big dogs—\" he began suddenly. \"Brute must have smelled 'em.\"", "Meanwhile, subordinate ushers had guided Hal and Joggy away from the\n main entrance to the Time Theater. A sphincter dilated and they found", "The Butcher shook his head. \"I'm going to think my way in. I'm going to\n think old.\"", "Park, a gray, hairless, heavily built dog was barking soundlessly at\n the towering crystal glory of the Time Theater. For a moment, the\n effect was almost frightening: a silent picture of the beginning of", "\"I told you you couldn't fool the usher,\" Hal said.\n\n\n The Butcher hurled himself forward. The wall gave a little, then\n bounced him back with equal force.", "\"But how\ndid\nyou get in—Butcher?\"\nThe Butcher replied airily: \"A red-headed man talked to me and said it", "At that moment, the Butcher entered the main auditorium, brandishing a\n levitator above his head and striding purposefully down the aisle. At", "\"Sissies!\" was the Butcher's comment.\n\"You're rather young to be here, aren't you?\" the interpreter inquired.\nThe Butcher folded his arms and scowled.", "Abrupt light flooded the Time Theater. The warriors who had emerged\n from the bubble stiffened themselves, baring their teeth.\n\n\n \"The safeguards are now energized,\" the interpreter said.", "\"Brute, get over there,\" the Butcher commanded. Unwillingly, eyes still\n fixed on the blackness ahead, Brute obeyed.", "But the others had disappeared in the blackness. The Butcher waited and\n then sat down beside the uninjes. Brute laid his head on his knee and\n growled faintly down the corridor.", "The three boys started on. Hal and Joggy experienced a vaguely\n electrical tingling that vanished almost immediately. They looked back.\n The Butcher had been stopped by an invisible wall.", "\"This is getting good,\" the Butcher said, squirming toward the edge of\n his seat.\n\n\n \"Stop being an impulsive mentality,\" Hal warned him a little nervously.", "But even he sounded a little solemn and subdued. From the Great Ramp\n to the topmost airy finial, the Time Theater was the dream of a god", "\"I bet it'll be a bum time view anyway,\" the Butcher said, not giving\n up, but not trying again. \"And I still don't think the usher can tell", "\"It is because of this minority theory that under-age individuals and\n other beings with impulsive mentalities are barred from the Time" ], [ "\"The Time Bubble has been brought to rest in one of the barbaric\n cultures of the Dawn Era,\" a soft voice explained, so casually that", "why it's impossible,\" Hal replied with friendly factuality. \"The Time\n Bubble is just a viewer. You can only look through it, and just into", "\"But what if somebody got at us through the Time Bubble?\"\n\n\n \"They can't. It's impossible.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, but suppose they did all the same.\"", "\"Why?\"\n\n\n \"I don't exactly know, but something.\"\n\n\n \"Hah! I bet they're scared we'd go traveling in the Time Bubble and\n have some excitement.\"", "\"It is because of this minority theory that under-age individuals and\n other beings with impulsive mentalities are barred from the Time", "only a mental inability that prevents the Time Bubble from being used\n for time traveling—just as it may be a similar disability that keeps\n a robot with the same or even more scopeful memories from being a real", "The interpreter took over. \"The holes are one-way for light, but no-way\n for matter. If one of the individuals inside the bubble walked toward", "\"We are sorry, but the anomaly has made it necessary to collapse the\n Time Bubble,\" the interpreter said. \"There will be no viewing until\n further announcement. Thank you for your patience.\"", "\"Don't be silly,\" Hal said. \"Smells can't come out of the Time Bubble.\n Smells haven't any isotopes and—\"", "points in space-time, one now and one then. The bubble looks completely\n open, but if you tried to step inside, you'd be stopped—and so would", "\"I see, I guess,\" Joggy whispered. \"But if the hole works for light,\n why can't the people inside the bubble step out of it into our world?\"", "Abrupt light flooded the Time Theater. The warriors who had emerged\n from the bubble stiffened themselves, baring their teeth.\n\n\n \"The safeguards are now energized,\" the interpreter said.", "\"The bubble only shines light out,\" Hal told him hurriedly, to show he\n knew some things as well as the interpreter. \"Nothing, not even light,", "The Butcher grinned at them briefly and concentrated his attention on\n the scene in the Time Bubble.\n\n\n \"Those big dogs—\" he began suddenly. \"Brute must have smelled 'em.\"", "\"I don't care,\" the Butcher asserted. \"I bet somebody'll figure out\n someday how to use the bubble for time traveling.\"", "\"A viewing anomaly has occurred,\" the interpreter announced. \"It may be\n necessary to collapse the Time Bubble for a short period.\"", "\"Then how is it, Hal,\" he asked, \"that light comes out of the bubble,\n if the people don't? What I mean is, if one of the people walks toward", "the past, at that. But you can't travel through it because you can't\n change the past. Time traveling is a lot of kid stuff.\"", "\"You can't travel in a point of view,\" Hal contradicted, \"and that's\n all the bubble is. Besides, some scientists think the bubble isn't real\n at all, but a—uh—\"", "out of the Time Bubble, which swiftly dimmed to its original light\n intensity and then winked out." ], [ "certainly was sad for a future dictator not to be able to enjoy scenes\n of carnage in his youth, so I told him I'd been inside the Time Theater", "\"You won't be able to fool the usher, Butcher. You under-fives\n simply aren't allowed in the Time Theater. There's a good reason for\n it—something dangerous might happen if an under-five got inside.\"", "The older boy shrugged and said: \"Oh, well, how about it—Butcher?\"\n\n\n The Butcher swung around. \"They won't let me in the Time Theater. You\n said so yourself.\"", "The Butcher grinned at them briefly and concentrated his attention on\n the scene in the Time Bubble.\n\n\n \"Those big dogs—\" he began suddenly. \"Brute must have smelled 'em.\"", "or something. But don't worry about it, Butcher. The usher will take\n care of you.\"", "\"You've never been inside the Time Theater—you're not old enough\n yet—so you just can't know anything about it or about the reasons", "Meanwhile, subordinate ushers had guided Hal and Joggy away from the\n main entrance to the Time Theater. A sphincter dilated and they found", "\"\nI\nlike this show,\" a familiar voice announced serenely. \"They cut\n anybody yet with those choppers?\"\n\n\n Hal looked down beside him. \"Butch! How did you manage to get in?\"", "But even he sounded a little solemn and subdued. From the Great Ramp\n to the topmost airy finial, the Time Theater was the dream of a god", "Park, a gray, hairless, heavily built dog was barking soundlessly at\n the towering crystal glory of the Time Theater. For a moment, the\n effect was almost frightening: a silent picture of the beginning of", "Nobody gets hurt. And look here, Joggy—and you, too, Hal—when you\n talk to me, don't just say Butch. It's the Butcher, see?\"", "Butch scowled.\n\n\n \"How about it, Butch?\"\n\n\n Still Butch did not seem to hear.", "\"I bet it'll be a bum time view anyway,\" the Butcher said, not giving\n up, but not trying again. \"And I still don't think the usher can tell", "But one isotope is diverted through the walls of the bubble into the\n Time Theater. Perhaps, because of the intense darkness of the theater,", "Hal nudged Joggy and whispered: \"Butch!\"\n\n\n But Joggy was still hypnotized by the Time Bubble.", "The Butcher looked Brute squarely in the eyes. \"You're making too much\n of a rumpus,\" he said. \"I want to think.\"\nHe kicked Brute in the face. The dog squirmed joyously at his feet.", "But the others had disappeared in the blackness. The Butcher waited and\n then sat down beside the uninjes. Brute laid his head on his knee and\n growled faintly down the corridor.", "\"I don't care,\" the Butcher asserted. \"I bet somebody'll figure out\n someday how to use the bubble for time traveling.\"", "\"But how\ndid\nyou get in—Butcher?\"\nThe Butcher replied airily: \"A red-headed man talked to me and said it", "Theater. Want to walk us there, Butch?\"" ], [ "Abrupt light flooded the Time Theater. The warriors who had emerged\n from the bubble stiffened themselves, baring their teeth.\n\n\n \"The safeguards are now energized,\" the interpreter said.", "There was no need for the last injunction. The scene within the bubble\n had acquired a gripping interest. The shaggy warriors were taking up", "\"But what if somebody got at us through the Time Bubble?\"\n\n\n \"They can't. It's impossible.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, but suppose they did all the same.\"", "The Butcher grinned at them briefly and concentrated his attention on\n the scene in the Time Bubble.\n\n\n \"Those big dogs—\" he began suddenly. \"Brute must have smelled 'em.\"", "\"Why?\"\n\n\n \"I don't exactly know, but something.\"\n\n\n \"Hah! I bet they're scared we'd go traveling in the Time Bubble and\n have some excitement.\"", "\"The Time Bubble has been brought to rest in one of the barbaric\n cultures of the Dawn Era,\" a soft voice explained, so casually that", "why it's impossible,\" Hal replied with friendly factuality. \"The Time\n Bubble is just a viewer. You can only look through it, and just into", "out of the Time Bubble, which swiftly dimmed to its original light\n intensity and then winked out.", "Bubble, their leader stumbling limpingly after them. There they wasted\n no time on their own ragged sorcerer. Their swords rose and fell, and\n no repulsor field stayed them.", "\"Keep your seats!\" the interpreter said loudly. \"We are energizing the\n safeguards!\"\nThe warriors inside the bubble stared in stupid astonishment after the", "\"Attaboy!\" the Butcher encouraged.\n\n\n Then the warrior was standing outside the bubble, blinking toward the\n shadows, rain dripping from his beard and furs.", "\"A viewing anomaly has occurred,\" the interpreter announced. \"It may be\n necessary to collapse the Time Bubble for a short period.\"", "\"We are sorry, but the anomaly has made it necessary to collapse the\n Time Bubble,\" the interpreter said. \"There will be no viewing until\n further announcement. Thank you for your patience.\"", "The interpreter took over. \"The holes are one-way for light, but no-way\n for matter. If one of the individuals inside the bubble walked toward", "The interpreter continued: \"The skin-clad men we are viewing in Time\n in the Round seem to be a group of warriors of the sort who lived", "\"Don't be silly,\" Hal said. \"Smells can't come out of the Time Bubble.\n Smells haven't any isotopes and—\"", "\"I believe,\" the interpreter cut in smoothly, \"that you're thinking\n of the theory that the Time Bubble operates by hypermemory. Some", "Joggy nodded. \"You mean that whatever way you look at the bubble, it's\n a kind of hole through time?\"", "\"I don't care,\" the Butcher asserted. \"I bet somebody'll figure out\n someday how to use the bubble for time traveling.\"", "back, looked again at their bloodstains, goggled at the demon dogs.\n At their leader's screech, they broke and plunged back into the Time" ], [ "\"I certainly would,\" the Butcher replied. As Joggy and Hal turned back\n skeptically to watch the fight, he took out the metal tube, screwed", "The Butcher looked Brute squarely in the eyes. \"You're making too much\n of a rumpus,\" he said. \"I want to think.\"\nHe kicked Brute in the face. The dog squirmed joyously at his feet.", "The Butcher shook his head. \"I'm going to think my way in. I'm going to\n think old.\"", "The Butcher grinned at them briefly and concentrated his attention on\n the scene in the Time Bubble.\n\n\n \"Those big dogs—\" he began suddenly. \"Brute must have smelled 'em.\"", "\"Oh,\nboy\n!\" the Butcher cheered in ecstasy.\n\n\n \"Butcher, you've done it!\" Hal said, aghast.", "The Butcher spared a second to repeat his command to the uninjes. But\n already the battle was going against the larger dogs. The latter had", "\"Brute, get over there,\" the Butcher commanded. Unwillingly, eyes still\n fixed on the blackness ahead, Brute obeyed.", "Swords were still rebounding from the invisible shield under which the\n Butcher crouched, making terrible faces at his attackers. They drew", "\"Sissies!\" was the Butcher's comment.\n\"You're rather young to be here, aren't you?\" the interpreter inquired.\nThe Butcher folded his arms and scowled.", "\"You think so now,\" Hal told him. \"We all do at your age.\"\n\n\n \"We do not,\" the Butcher retorted. \"I bet\nyou\ndidn't.\"", "right, Butcher, I suppose you'd like to have lived way back when people\n were hurting each other all the time so the blood came out?\"", "\"I mean if you\ncould\nhurt an uninj,\" Joggy amended.\n\n\n \"Well, maybe I wouldn't,\" the Butcher admitted grudgingly. \"But shut\n up—I want to think.\"", "But the others had disappeared in the blackness. The Butcher waited and\n then sat down beside the uninjes. Brute laid his head on his knee and\n growled faintly down the corridor.", "Next moment, the Butcher was on his knees and the warrior was staring\n at him open-mouthed. The sword had rebounded from something invisible", "\"Attaboy!\" the Butcher encouraged.\n\n\n Then the warrior was standing outside the bubble, blinking toward the\n shadows, rain dripping from his beard and furs.", "Then the Butcher got his balance and they began to swim along\n securely, though at a level several inches lower. Brute sprang up after", "That was when the Butcher got to his feet and strode forward, hand\n clenching the levitator above his head.", "At that moment, the Butcher entered the main auditorium, brandishing a\n levitator above his head and striding purposefully down the aisle. At", "Hal and Joggy caught up with the Butcher just as Brute jumped into his\n arms and the woman in gold picked him up and hugged him fiercely. The\n Butcher started to pull away, then grudgingly submitted.", "\"This is getting good,\" the Butcher said, squirming toward the edge of\n his seat.\n\n\n \"Stop being an impulsive mentality,\" Hal warned him a little nervously." ], [ "The interpreter took over. \"The holes are one-way for light, but no-way\n for matter. If one of the individuals inside the bubble walked toward", "The interpreter continued: \"The skin-clad men we are viewing in Time\n in the Round seem to be a group of warriors of the sort who lived", "\"Sissies!\" was the Butcher's comment.\n\"You're rather young to be here, aren't you?\" the interpreter inquired.\nThe Butcher folded his arms and scowled.", "\"We are working to energize the safeguards,\" the interpreter said in\n mechanical panic. \"Remain patient and in your seats.\"", "The interpreter hesitated almost humanly, probably snatching through a\n quarter-million microtapes. \"Well, you wouldn't have got in unless a\n qualified adult had certified you as plus-age. Enjoy yourself.\"", "\"Keep your seats!\" the interpreter said loudly. \"We are energizing the\n safeguards!\"\nThe warriors inside the bubble stared in stupid astonishment after the", "\"I believe,\" the interpreter cut in smoothly, \"that you're thinking\n of the theory that the Time Bubble operates by hypermemory. Some", "\"The bubble only shines light out,\" Hal told him hurriedly, to show he\n knew some things as well as the interpreter. \"Nothing, not even light,", "\"Well—you see, Joggy, it isn't real light. It's—\"\n\n\n Once more the interpreter helped him out.", "\"There has been an unavoidable delay in energizing the safeguards,\" the\n interpreter said. \"Please be patient.\"", "\"I repeat, the safeguards have been fully energized! Keep your seats!\"\n the interpreter enjoined.", "Sometimes the men seemed to speak together, or one would rise to peer\n down the misty forest vistas, but mostly they were motionless. Only\n the hooded figure, which they seemed to regard with a mingled wonder", "Abrupt light flooded the Time Theater. The warriors who had emerged\n from the bubble stiffened themselves, baring their teeth.\n\n\n \"The safeguards are now energized,\" the interpreter said.", "\"A viewing anomaly has occurred,\" the interpreter announced. \"It may be\n necessary to collapse the Time Bubble for a short period.\"", "The first warrior looked toward him, gave his left shoulder a shake to\n quiet his wriggling captive, gave his right shoulder one to supple his", "There was no need for the last injunction. The scene within the bubble\n had acquired a gripping interest. The shaggy warriors were taking up", "wildly. The sorcerer appeared to be expostulating, commanding. The\n warriors stared uncomprehendingly, which seemed to exasperate the\n sorcerer.", "\"But how\ndid\nyou get in—Butcher?\"\nThe Butcher replied airily: \"A red-headed man talked to me and said it", "Hal spoke to the uninjes, pointing to the side of the corridor.\n Obediently four of them lined up.", "\"That's right.\" Hal cleared his throat and recited: \"The bubble is the\n locus of an infinite number of one-way holes, all centering around two" ], [ "Park, a gray, hairless, heavily built dog was barking soundlessly at\n the towering crystal glory of the Time Theater. For a moment, the\n effect was almost frightening: a silent picture of the beginning of", "The Butcher grinned at them briefly and concentrated his attention on\n the scene in the Time Bubble.\n\n\n \"Those big dogs—\" he began suddenly. \"Brute must have smelled 'em.\"", "But the others had disappeared in the blackness. The Butcher waited and\n then sat down beside the uninjes. Brute laid his head on his knee and\n growled faintly down the corridor.", "Meanwhile, subordinate ushers had guided Hal and Joggy away from the\n main entrance to the Time Theater. A sphincter dilated and they found", "Abrupt light flooded the Time Theater. The warriors who had emerged\n from the bubble stiffened themselves, baring their teeth.\n\n\n \"The safeguards are now energized,\" the interpreter said.", "But Brute was peering down the corridor toward where it merged into a\n deeper darkness. His short legs stiffened, his neckless head seemed to", "certainly was sad for a future dictator not to be able to enjoy scenes\n of carnage in his youth, so I told him I'd been inside the Time Theater", "The Butcher looked Brute squarely in the eyes. \"You're making too much\n of a rumpus,\" he said. \"I want to think.\"\nHe kicked Brute in the face. The dog squirmed joyously at his feet.", "\"Brute, get over there,\" the Butcher commanded. Unwillingly, eyes still\n fixed on the blackness ahead, Brute obeyed.", "forward and closed with the warrior's wolflike dogs. At the first\n encounter, Brute and Pinkie were grabbed by the throats, shaken, and", "But even he sounded a little solemn and subdued. From the Great Ramp\n to the topmost airy finial, the Time Theater was the dream of a god", "tossed a dozen feet. The warriors snarled approval and advanced. But\n then Brute and Pinkie raced back eagerly to the fight—and suddenly the", "The older boy shrugged and said: \"Oh, well, how about it—Butcher?\"\n\n\n The Butcher swung around. \"They won't let me in the Time Theater. You\n said so yourself.\"", "He smiled dreamily and stroked Brute's muzzle and murmured softly: \"We\n came, we saw, we conquered, didn't we, Brute?\"", "As if to provide an example, a figure suddenly materialized on\n their side of the bubble. The wolflike dogs bared their fangs. For\n an instant, there was only an eerie, distorted, rapidly growing", "back, looked again at their bloodstains, goggled at the demon dogs.\n At their leader's screech, they broke and plunged back into the Time", "came yapping back for more. Brute fixed on the first warrior's ankle.\n He dropped the woman, stamped unavailingly on the uninj, and let out a\n screech.", "digging for something in his pocket. But he didn't stay quiet. \"Sic\n 'em, Brute!\" he shrilled. \"Sic 'em, Darter! Sic 'em, Pinkie and Whitie", "\"You won't be able to fool the usher, Butcher. You under-fives\n simply aren't allowed in the Time Theater. There's a good reason for\n it—something dangerous might happen if an under-five got inside.\"", "\"My father remembers when there wasn't a Time Theater,\" Hal said softly\n as he scanned the facade's glowing charts and maps. \"Say, they're" ], [ "Nobody gets hurt. And look here, Joggy—and you, too, Hal—when you\n talk to me, don't just say Butch. It's the Butcher, see?\"", "Hal and Joggy caught up with the Butcher just as Brute jumped into his\n arms and the woman in gold picked him up and hugged him fiercely. The\n Butcher started to pull away, then grudgingly submitted.", "The battling uninjes careened into them. Brute had Darter by the ear\n and was whirling him around hilariously.\n\n\n \"Aw,\nquit\nit, Brute,\" the Butcher said in annoyance.", "\"Gimme a ride, Hal, gimme a ride!\" the Butcher called. The older boy\n ignored him. \"Aw, gimme a ride, Joggy.\"", "\"I certainly would,\" the Butcher replied. As Joggy and Hal turned back\n skeptically to watch the fight, he took out the metal tube, screwed", "The Butcher looked Brute squarely in the eyes. \"You're making too much\n of a rumpus,\" he said. \"I want to think.\"\nHe kicked Brute in the face. The dog squirmed joyously at his feet.", "\"Brute, get over there,\" the Butcher commanded. Unwillingly, eyes still\n fixed on the blackness ahead, Brute obeyed.", "The three boys started on. Hal and Joggy experienced a vaguely\n electrical tingling that vanished almost immediately. They looked back.\n The Butcher had been stopped by an invisible wall.", "Butch yawned.\n\n\n \"What's the matter?\" inquired Darter's master. \"I thought you liked dog\n fights, Butch.\"", "Hal and Joggy were shouting at the Butcher, but he wasn't listening\n to them or to the older voices clamoring about \"revised theories of", "\"I mean if you\ncould\nhurt an uninj,\" Joggy amended.\n\n\n \"Well, maybe I wouldn't,\" the Butcher admitted grudgingly. \"But shut\n up—I want to think.\"", "The Butcher grinned at them briefly and concentrated his attention on\n the scene in the Time Bubble.\n\n\n \"Those big dogs—\" he began suddenly. \"Brute must have smelled 'em.\"", "But the others had disappeared in the blackness. The Butcher waited and\n then sat down beside the uninjes. Brute laid his head on his knee and\n growled faintly down the corridor.", "forward and closed with the warrior's wolflike dogs. At the first\n encounter, Brute and Pinkie were grabbed by the throats, shaken, and", "tossed a dozen feet. The warriors snarled approval and advanced. But\n then Brute and Pinkie raced back eagerly to the fight—and suddenly the", "Hal and Joggy switched off their levitators and dropped to their\n feet. The Butcher came down rather hard, twisting an ankle. He opened", "\"Brute, come back!\" the Butcher yelled.\nThe gray uninj let go his hold on the leader's ankle and scampered", "\"Do you suppose something's the matter with his circuits?\" Joggy\n whispered. \"Maybe he's getting racial memories from the Scands.\"\n\n\n \"Of course not,\" Hal said irritably.", "digging for something in his pocket. But he didn't stay quiet. \"Sic\n 'em, Brute!\" he shrilled. \"Sic 'em, Darter! Sic 'em, Pinkie and Whitie", "\"This is getting good,\" the Butcher said, squirming toward the edge of\n his seat.\n\n\n \"Stop being an impulsive mentality,\" Hal warned him a little nervously." ] ]

[ "Who is Molly?", "What was unique about Roddie's appearance according to Ida?", "Why did Roddie initially decide he should kill Ida?", "Why does Molly begin singing a kindergarten song to Roddie?", "Why doesn't Roddie know what a boat is?", "What event causes Roddie to finally come to accept he is actually Man?", "Why was Roddie happy when he finally saw Ida after surfacing from his secret hideout?", "Why do the Invaders attack the city?", "Why does Roddie pursue Ida on the suspension cable?", "Why did Ida join the Invaders?" ]

[ [ "Roddie's android mother.", "An android nurse.", "A nurse also responsible for commanding the android soldiers.", "Roddie's human nurse." ], [ "He wore a diaper.", "His uncut, blond hair looked like it had been recently burned.", "His hands were filthy.", "His footprints were extremely large." ], [ "In order to ingratiate himself with the android soldiers.", "She had discovered his secret hideout.", "To help rid his city of the Invader horde.", "To demonstrate his worthiness to join the Invaders." ], [ "She is attempting to distract him from the Invaders destroying the city outside.", "She is trying to help him learn his ABCs.", "She is trying to sing him to sleep.", "She is having a mechanical malfunction." ], [ "The androids had re-programmed his memories to forget everything prior to their saving his life.", "The year is 2349, and boats are a relic from the distant past.", "He had been raised by androids and has never left the city.", "He has never left the apartment where Molly takes care of him." ], [ "He and Ida spend the night together in a tower atop the Golden Gate Bridge.", "He crawls along the bridge and feels his mortal body aching as he latches onto the sharp wire.", "Ida makes fun of him for wearing a diaper.", "He feels bad for Ida and decides not to kill her." ], [ "He liked the doeskin dress she wore.", "He found her attractive.", "He was drawn in by her bright, dark, wary eyes, which she hid from him when they met each other's gaze.", "He realized they shared a similar physique, and therefore she would be easier to kill than an android." ], [ "They want to take over the city from the androids to make it their home.", "The city used to be their home, and they rely on frequent attacks to gather essential supplies.", "They are trying to capture and imprison Roddie.", "They are trying to eliminate the android species." ], [ "He hopes she will tire and fall of the bridge to her death.", "He wants to learn more about the Invaders and their purpose in the city.", "He is attracted to her, and he wants to spend more time with her.", "He realizes allowing her to go free would send the wrong message to the android soldiers." ], [ "She was eager to take back the city and help her people resettle there.", "She hoped to meet a man wearing a diaper.", "She wanted to attend to those injured in the raids.", "There was a lack of men in her community, so she wanted to go somewhere where there were more." ] ]

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[ [ "Indeed he did know! Many times he'd felt ashamed that Molly could find\n him whenever she wanted to, even here in the manhole. But perhaps the", "But the example of his friends had taught him above all else to carry\n out every purpose. Molly was a nurse; she had raised him despite all", "Roddie salvaged and returned Molly's needles. Then he examined the\n patient, tearing him apart as a boy dismembers an alarm clock.", "\"Death to Invaders!\" he yelled, and charged crazily.\nMolly stepped in front of him.", "\"Wuzzums hungry?\" Molly cooed, still rocking.\n\n\n Utterly disgusted, Roddie ripped her head off her neck.", "Molly, who claimed to have found him in the ruins after a fight with\n Invaders twenty years before, couldn't or wouldn't say.", "But colder than cold was his shame at being cold. Molly never was,\n though she knew how to keep him warm, nor were the others. Hunger,", "And nowadays Molly's presence wasn't the comfort it used to be. He felt\n almost ready to jump out of his skin, the way she rocked and knitted in", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "Roddie slapped her to silence, reflecting briefly that there were many\n things he didn't know about Molly. But there was work to be done.", "Fiercely he crossed the bare, gritty floor and shook Molly's shoulder.\n She rattled under his jarring hand, and abruptly changed the subject.", "Soon there would be nothing left of the\nPrivate Property Keep Out\nthat, according to Molly's bedtime story, the Owners had entrusted to", "mechanic, and his only tool was a broken-handled screwdriver.\nHe was still tinkering when the soldiers came in. While they lined up\n along the wall, he put Molly's head back on her neck.", "them when driven away by radioactivity. Soon the soldiers themselves\n would be gone. None would remain to guard the city but a few strayed\n servants like Molly, and an occasional Civil Defender.", "a pace Ida couldn't match. By the time she caught up with him, he had\n grubbed out a few cans of the special size that Molly always chose.", "enemy seemed pointless, not even Molly's knitting needles could protect\n him.", "Half expecting a blow, he got instead an apology. \"I'm sorry,\" the girl\n said. \"I should have known. Never even heard your name before, either.\n Roddie.... Whose boat did you come in, Roddie?\"", "He looked into her face. It smiled at him, tanned and ruddy, with a\n full mouth and bright dark eyes that hid under long lashes when he\n looked too long.", "\"Purpose!\" Ida flung at him over her shoulder. \"Logic! Women hear so\n much of that from men! You're a man, all right! Men", "Startling, those wary eyes. Concealing. For a moment he felt a rush of\n fear, but she gave his hand a squeeze before twisting loose, and burst\n into sudden laughter." ], [ "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "Ida's grip loosened, and he could feel her sag behind him. Roddie\n turned and held her. With eyes closed, she pressed cold blue lips to\n his. He grimaced and turned away his head.", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "She paused. Roddie noticed that her eyes were dark and frightened, yet\n somehow soft, over scarlet cheeks. He had to look away. But he said\n nothing.", "Roddie took the hammer from his waist.\n\n\n \"Don't! Oh, don't!\" Ida screamed. She burst into tears and covered her\n face with scratched and bloodied hands.", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "Here Ida took the lead. When they got to where three approach roads\n made a clover-leaf, she led him down a side road and into a forest.\n\n\n Roddie stopped, and seized her arm.", "Roddie was familiar with these signs of weakness, proud of appearing to\n deny his own humiliating needs.", "soldier. He looked contemptuous, hostile.\n\"It's all right,\" Roddie said, his voice breaking.", "While Roddie investigated by touch, his long fingers were suddenly\n seized and bitten. At the same time, his right shin received a savage\n kick. And his own retaliatory blow was checked in mid-swing by an\n unexpected voice.", "Startled, he dropped his hammer. \"I'm Roddie,\" he said, squatting to\n fumble for it. \"Who do you think\nyou\nare?\"", "When they started down the street, she was nervous despite Roddie's\n assertion that he knew where the soldiers were posted. He wondered if\n she felt some of the doubt he'd tried to conceal, shared his visions of", "\"Scouting around,\" Roddie said vaguely. \"How did you know I was a man\n when I came back?\"", "But because his friends knew neither pain nor fatigue, Roddie would\n admit none either. Nor would he give in to the fear that dizzied him at", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "Quickly, Roddie drew the hammer from his waist. Then, with weapon ready\n for an instantaneous blow, he stretched his left hand through the\n darkness. He touched something warm, softish. Gingerly he felt over", "\"I'll go first,\" said Roddie. He might need the advantage. \"The\n ladder's right behind me.\"" ], [ "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "Ida's grip loosened, and he could feel her sag behind him. Roddie\n turned and held her. With eyes closed, she pressed cold blue lips to\n his. He grimaced and turned away his head.", "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "Roddie took the hammer from his waist.\n\n\n \"Don't! Oh, don't!\" Ida screamed. She burst into tears and covered her\n face with scratched and bloodied hands.", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "Here Ida took the lead. When they got to where three approach roads\n made a clover-leaf, she led him down a side road and into a forest.\n\n\n Roddie stopped, and seized her arm.", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "Well, she could be made to point out the route before he killed\n her—\nif\nnothing happened when she saw him.\n\n\n Uneasy, Roddie hefted the hammer in his hand.", "\"No!\" he blurted, drawing his hammer. \"I can't go, nor let you go. I\n belong here!\"\n\n\n Ida gasped, twisted loose, and ran. Roddie ran after her.", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "For a moment, Roddie thought of letting her go, letting her run up the\n ever-steepening catenary until—because there were no guard-ropes or\n handgrips—she simply fell. That would solve his problem.", "The girl laughed self-consciously. \"It's getting gray out. You'll see\n me soon enough.\"\n\n\n But she'd see\nhim\n, Roddie realized. He had to talk fast.", "When they started down the street, she was nervous despite Roddie's\n assertion that he knew where the soldiers were posted. He wondered if\n she felt some of the doubt he'd tried to conceal, shared his visions of", "But because his friends knew neither pain nor fatigue, Roddie would\n admit none either. Nor would he give in to the fear that dizzied him at", "Quickly, Roddie drew the hammer from his waist. Then, with weapon ready\n for an instantaneous blow, he stretched his left hand through the\n darkness. He touched something warm, softish. Gingerly he felt over", "Roddie was familiar with these signs of weakness, proud of appearing to\n deny his own humiliating needs.", "Roddie fled. His life-long friends were not merely wearing out, they\n were unbearably wearing.", "She paused. Roddie noticed that her eyes were dark and frightened, yet\n somehow soft, over scarlet cheeks. He had to look away. But he said\n nothing." ], [ "Roddie reached into her shapeless dress and pinched. Lately that had\n helped her over these spells. But this time, though it stopped the\n kindergarten song, the treatment only started something worse.", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "Roddie salvaged and returned Molly's needles. Then he examined the\n patient, tearing him apart as a boy dismembers an alarm clock.", "Roddie slapped her to silence, reflecting briefly that there were many\n things he didn't know about Molly. But there was work to be done.", "\"Wuzzums hungry?\" Molly cooed, still rocking.\n\n\n Utterly disgusted, Roddie ripped her head off her neck.", "She had stopped, trembling and gasping. Roddie clung just below her\n and looked dazedly around. There was nothing in sight but fog, pierced", "She paused. Roddie noticed that her eyes were dark and frightened, yet\n somehow soft, over scarlet cheeks. He had to look away. But he said\n nothing.", "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "\"Baby food!\" she muttered. \"Maybe it's just what we need, but to eat\n baby food with a man wearing a diaper.... Tell me, Roddie, how did you\n happen to know where to find it?\"", "The girl laughed self-consciously. \"It's getting gray out. You'll see\n me soon enough.\"\n\n\n But she'd see\nhim\n, Roddie realized. He had to talk fast.", "Roddie took the hammer from his waist.\n\n\n \"Don't! Oh, don't!\" Ida screamed. She burst into tears and covered her\n face with scratched and bloodied hands.", "Ida's grip loosened, and he could feel her sag behind him. Roddie\n turned and held her. With eyes closed, she pressed cold blue lips to\n his. He grimaced and turned away his head.", "When they started down the street, she was nervous despite Roddie's\n assertion that he knew where the soldiers were posted. He wondered if\n she felt some of the doubt he'd tried to conceal, shared his visions of", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "While Roddie investigated by touch, his long fingers were suddenly\n seized and bitten. At the same time, his right shin received a savage\n kick. And his own retaliatory blow was checked in mid-swing by an\n unexpected voice.", "Half expecting a blow, he got instead an apology. \"I'm sorry,\" the girl\n said. \"I should have known. Never even heard your name before, either.\n Roddie.... Whose boat did you come in, Roddie?\"", "Scrabbling fearfully in the dust for his hammer, Roddie paused\n suddenly. This girl—whatever\nthat", "She sounded suspicious. Roddie shot her a furtive, startled glance.\n But she wasn't standing off to fight him. On the contrary, she was too", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear." ], [ "Half expecting a blow, he got instead an apology. \"I'm sorry,\" the girl\n said. \"I should have known. Never even heard your name before, either.\n Roddie.... Whose boat did you come in, Roddie?\"", "Boat? What was a boat? \"How would I know?\" he repeated, voice tight\n with fear of discovery.", "But because his friends knew neither pain nor fatigue, Roddie would\n admit none either. Nor would he give in to the fear that dizzied him at", "\"Scouting around,\" Roddie said vaguely. \"How did you know I was a man\n when I came back?\"", "\"I'm\nnot\na little boy!\" Roddie suddenly shouted. \"I'm full-grown and\n I've never even\nseen\nan Invader. Why won't you let me go and fight?\"", "Startled, he dropped his hammer. \"I'm Roddie,\" he said, squatting to\n fumble for it. \"Who do you think\nyou\nare?\"", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "While Roddie investigated by touch, his long fingers were suddenly\n seized and bitten. At the same time, his right shin received a savage\n kick. And his own retaliatory blow was checked in mid-swing by an\n unexpected voice.", "Quickly, Roddie drew the hammer from his waist. Then, with weapon ready\n for an instantaneous blow, he stretched his left hand through the\n darkness. He touched something warm, softish. Gingerly he felt over", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "\"I wouldn't know,\" Roddie said, closing his fingers on the hammer, and\n rising. \"How did you get in?\"", "She had stopped, trembling and gasping. Roddie clung just below her\n and looked dazedly around. There was nothing in sight but fog, pierced", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "\"I'll go first,\" said Roddie. He might need the advantage. \"The\n ladder's right behind me.\"", "soldier. He looked contemptuous, hostile.\n\"It's all right,\" Roddie said, his voice breaking.", "The girl laughed self-consciously. \"It's getting gray out. You'll see\n me soon enough.\"\n\n\n But she'd see\nhim\n, Roddie realized. He had to talk fast.", "\"Come here, fellow,\" Roddie said. \"Let's see if I can fix that.\"\n\n\n The soldier took a step forward, lurched suddenly, stopped, and whipped\n out a bayonet." ], [ "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "But because his friends knew neither pain nor fatigue, Roddie would\n admit none either. Nor would he give in to the fear that dizzied him at", "\"Scouting around,\" Roddie said vaguely. \"How did you know I was a man\n when I came back?\"", "soldier. He looked contemptuous, hostile.\n\"It's all right,\" Roddie said, his voice breaking.", "Quickly, Roddie drew the hammer from his waist. Then, with weapon ready\n for an instantaneous blow, he stretched his left hand through the\n darkness. He touched something warm, softish. Gingerly he felt over", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "Well, for as long as possible, Roddie decided, he'd do his duty as\n the others did theirs—single-mindedly. Eventually the soldiers might\n accept him as one of themselves; meanwhile, this newly attempted first\n aid was useful to them.", "\"Come here, fellow,\" Roddie said. \"Let's see if I can fix that.\"\n\n\n The soldier took a step forward, lurched suddenly, stopped, and whipped\n out a bayonet.", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "While Roddie investigated by touch, his long fingers were suddenly\n seized and bitten. At the same time, his right shin received a savage\n kick. And his own retaliatory blow was checked in mid-swing by an\n unexpected voice.", "Startled, he dropped his hammer. \"I'm Roddie,\" he said, squatting to\n fumble for it. \"Who do you think\nyou\nare?\"", "Roddie took the hammer from his waist.\n\n\n \"Don't! Oh, don't!\" Ida screamed. She burst into tears and covered her\n face with scratched and bloodied hands.", "Roddie was familiar with these signs of weakness, proud of appearing to\n deny his own humiliating needs.", "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "Up and up they went, chilled, wet, bleeding, pain-racked, exhausted.\n Never had Roddie felt so thoroughly the defects of his peculiar\n non-mechanical construction.", "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "Roddie salvaged and returned Molly's needles. Then he examined the\n patient, tearing him apart as a boy dismembers an alarm clock.", "Half expecting a blow, he got instead an apology. \"I'm sorry,\" the girl\n said. \"I should have known. Never even heard your name before, either.\n Roddie.... Whose boat did you come in, Roddie?\"", "Ida's grip loosened, and he could feel her sag behind him. Roddie\n turned and held her. With eyes closed, she pressed cold blue lips to\n his. He grimaced and turned away his head.", "The girl laughed self-consciously. \"It's getting gray out. You'll see\n me soon enough.\"\n\n\n But she'd see\nhim\n, Roddie realized. He had to talk fast." ], [ "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "Ida's grip loosened, and he could feel her sag behind him. Roddie\n turned and held her. With eyes closed, she pressed cold blue lips to\n his. He grimaced and turned away his head.", "Here Ida took the lead. When they got to where three approach roads\n made a clover-leaf, she led him down a side road and into a forest.\n\n\n Roddie stopped, and seized her arm.", "Roddie took the hammer from his waist.\n\n\n \"Don't! Oh, don't!\" Ida screamed. She burst into tears and covered her\n face with scratched and bloodied hands.", "Quickly, Roddie drew the hammer from his waist. Then, with weapon ready\n for an instantaneous blow, he stretched his left hand through the\n darkness. He touched something warm, softish. Gingerly he felt over", "She had stopped, trembling and gasping. Roddie clung just below her\n and looked dazedly around. There was nothing in sight but fog, pierced", "He felt Ida's arms encircling his waist, her chin digging into his back\n below the left shoulder. Facing them, a hundred feet away, stood a", "\"No!\" he blurted, drawing his hammer. \"I can't go, nor let you go. I\n belong here!\"\n\n\n Ida gasped, twisted loose, and ran. Roddie ran after her.", "The girl laughed self-consciously. \"It's getting gray out. You'll see\n me soon enough.\"\n\n\n But she'd see\nhim\n, Roddie realized. He had to talk fast.", "He climbed and he made Ida climb, till, at nightmare's end, the fog\n thinned and they came into clear, windswept air and clawed up the last\n hundred feet to sanctuary.", "When they started down the street, she was nervous despite Roddie's\n assertion that he knew where the soldiers were posted. He wondered if\n she felt some of the doubt he'd tried to conceal, shared his visions of", "\"Scouting around,\" Roddie said vaguely. \"How did you know I was a man\n when I came back?\"", "She paused. Roddie noticed that her eyes were dark and frightened, yet\n somehow soft, over scarlet cheeks. He had to look away. But he said\n nothing.", "Roddie was familiar with these signs of weakness, proud of appearing to\n deny his own humiliating needs.", "But because his friends knew neither pain nor fatigue, Roddie would\n admit none either. Nor would he give in to the fear that dizzied him at" ], [ "who are superior, and my friends are superior to your people, even to\n me. Each of\nus\nhas a purpose, though, while you Invaders seem to be", "\"But why do you—we—keep up the fight?\" Roddie asked. \"I mean, the\n soldiers will never leave the city; their purpose is to guard it and", "friends are only machines, built by our ancestors. We are Men—and the\n city is ours, not theirs!\"", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "soldiers melt away, gradually succumbing to battle damage, shamed\n him to see the empty ruins burn section by section as the Invaders\n repeatedly broke through and had to be burned out.", "\"Well!\" said Ida, sharply. \"You need indoctrination! Didn't they ever\n tell you that the city is our home, even if the stupid androids do keep", "\"It\ncan't\nbe,\" Roddie objected. \"The city surely belongs to those", "\"I'm\nnot\na little boy!\" Roddie suddenly shouted. \"I'm full-grown and\n I've never even\nseen\nan Invader. Why won't you let me go and fight?\"", "aimless. Each of\nus\nhelps preserve the city; you only try to rob and\n end it by destroying it.\nMy", "the city, were not built to do so. But\nhe\nwas here; with luck, he\n could capitalize on the differences that had plagued him so long.", "\"I'm Ida, naturally! Just how many girls\nare\nthere in this raiding\n party?\"\n\n\n His first Invader—and he had dropped his weapon!", "\"Death to Invaders!\" he yelled, and charged crazily.\nMolly stepped in front of him.", "city regardless of you and me, and regardless of your jumping-jack\n friends, too! Men can accomplish anything!\"\nScornfully she turned and looked toward the western twilight. It was", "Galaxy Science Fiction May 1951.\n\n Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that\n\n the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nHe knew the city was organized for his", "\"Why should you cry?\" he asked comfortingly. \"You know your people will\n come back to avenge you and will destroy my friends.\"", "They were completely spent. Without word or thought they crept within\n the tower, huddled together for warmth on its dank steel deck, and\n slept for several hours.", "them when driven away by radioactivity. Soon the soldiers themselves\n would be gone. None would remain to guard the city but a few strayed\n servants like Molly, and an occasional Civil Defender.", "Molly, who claimed to have found him in the ruins after a fight with\n Invaders twenty years before, couldn't or wouldn't say.", "they\ncan't\nleave, so they won't attack. Let them alone, and there'll\n be plenty of young men.\"", "He went on with his questioning. \"Why are\nyou\nhere? I mean, sure, the\n others are after tools and things, but what's\nyour\npurpose?\"" ], [ "But Ida didn't seem to realize she was trapped. Without hesitation she\n dashed up the main left-hand suspension cable and ran along its curved\n steel surface.", "Roddie sighed and slowed down. The pavement ended just beyond the cable\n anchors. From there to the south tower, only an occasional dangling\n support wire showed where the actual bridge had been suspended. Ida was\n trapped.", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "Here Ida took the lead. When they got to where three approach roads\n made a clover-leaf, she led him down a side road and into a forest.\n\n\n Roddie stopped, and seized her arm.", "For a moment, Roddie thought of letting her go, letting her run up the\n ever-steepening catenary until—because there were no guard-ropes or\n handgrips—she simply fell. That would solve his problem.", "Ida's grip loosened, and he could feel her sag behind him. Roddie\n turned and held her. With eyes closed, she pressed cold blue lips to\n his. He grimaced and turned away his head.", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "She had stopped, trembling and gasping. Roddie clung just below her\n and looked dazedly around. There was nothing in sight but fog, pierced", "Upward lay success, if death were not nearer on the cable. No soldier\n had ever come even this far, for soldiers, as he'd told Ida, never left", "Roddie took the hammer from his waist.\n\n\n \"Don't! Oh, don't!\" Ida screamed. She burst into tears and covered her\n face with scratched and bloodied hands.", "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "\"No!\" he blurted, drawing his hammer. \"I can't go, nor let you go. I\n belong here!\"\n\n\n Ida gasped, twisted loose, and ran. Roddie ran after her.", "\"Go on!\" he ordered hoarsely. \"Move!\"\n\n\n There was neither answer nor result. He broke off an end of loosened\n wire and jabbed her rear. Ida gasped and crawled on.", "\"I'll go first,\" said Roddie. He might need the advantage. \"The\n ladder's right behind me.\"", "\"Oh, you'll find out, if you take me up there. I—I don't want to be\n alone, Roddie. Will you go with me? Now?\"", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "Surprised, Roddie withheld the blow. He had wept, as a child, and,\n weeping, had for the first time learned he differed from his friends.\n Ida's tears disturbed him, bringing unhappy memories.", "of the road, climb to where he now stood, and then descend the cable\n over the bridge's gap and catch the city unaware. Easy to estimate was\n the advantage of even this perilous route over things that scattered on", "He felt Ida's arms encircling his waist, her chin digging into his back\n below the left shoulder. Facing them, a hundred feet away, stood a" ], [ "Ida herself. Roddie didn't think, in any case, that her death would\n satisfy the soldiers. With new and useful information to offer, he\n might join them as an equal at last. But if his dalliance with this", "\"I'm Ida, naturally! Just how many girls\nare\nthere in this raiding\n party?\"\n\n\n His first Invader—and he had dropped his weapon!", "Fascinated, Roddie stared for minutes, but turned when Ida showed no\n interest. She was intent on the tower itself. Following her eyes,\n Roddie saw his duty made suddenly clear.", "Ida shrugged. \"I'll admit no girl has ever done it before,\" she said,\n \"but I thought I could help with the wounded. That's why I have no\n weapon.\"", "\"What are you trying to do?\" he demanded.\n\n\n \"I'm taking you with me,\" Ida said firmly. \"Taking you where you\n belong!\"", "\"But—but my people are your people, too,\" Ida wailed. \"It's so\n senseless, now, after all our struggle to escape. Don't you see? Your", "\"Purpose!\" Ida flung at him over her shoulder. \"Logic! Women hear so\n much of that from men! You're a man, all right! Men", "\"Never mind!\" Ida said viciously. \"You can't make me beg. Go ahead and\n kill—see if it proves you're superior. My people will take over the", "But Roddie was himself aflame with anger. As always when Invaders broke\n in from the north, he'd been left behind with his nurse, Molly, while\n the soldiers went out to fight.", "Roddie awoke as Ida finished struggling free of his unconscious grip.\n Limping, he joined her painful walk around the tower. From its openings\n they looked out on a strange and isolated world.", "Ida's response was quick. \"Forgive me,\" she breathed, and slipped from\n his arms, but she held herself erect. \"I was so scared. And then we've\n had no sleep, no food or water.\"", "\"Go on!\" he ordered hoarsely. \"Move!\"\n\n\n There was neither answer nor result. He broke off an end of loosened\n wire and jabbed her rear. Ida gasped and crawled on.", "Here Ida took the lead. When they got to where three approach roads\n made a clover-leaf, she led him down a side road and into a forest.\n\n\n Roddie stopped, and seized her arm.", "Ida began to weep again, and Roddie found it necessary to comfort her.\n\n\n And by morning he knew he was a Man.", "who are superior, and my friends are superior to your people, even to\n me. Each of\nus\nhas a purpose, though, while you Invaders seem to be", "He felt Ida's arms encircling his waist, her chin digging into his back\n below the left shoulder. Facing them, a hundred feet away, stood a", "A stone rattled nearby. There was a clink of metal. Ida gasped, and\n clung to Roddie's arm.\n\n\n \"Behind me!\" he whispered urgently. \"Get behind me and hold on!\"", "But Ida didn't seem to realize she was trapped. Without hesitation she\n dashed up the main left-hand suspension cable and ran along its curved\n steel surface.", "\"Well!\" said Ida, sharply. \"You need indoctrination! Didn't they ever\n tell you that the city is our home, even if the stupid androids do keep", "\"I'm\nnot\na little boy!\" Roddie suddenly shouted. \"I'm full-grown and\n I've never even\nseen\nan Invader. Why won't you let me go and fight?\"" ] ]

[ "What ultimately convinces Roy to interfere with Phillip Prior?", "How did FitzMaugham become director of the Bureau of Population Equalization? ", "Why did Fred call Roy after Roy returned from the clinic?", "Why was Roy nervous during his lift ride with FitzMaugham?", "Why did Roy redecorate his office?", "What were the different strategies Popeek employed to achieve population equalization?", "Why was the stack of paperwork in Roy's office so high?", "Why was Roy so worried about his decision to save Phillip?", "How did Roy put a stop to Phillip's euthanasia?", "Why did Fred decide against reporting Roy for breaking the Equalization Law?" ]

[ [ "The poet Lyle Prior visits his office, and Roy is such a big fan of his poetry that he decides to help him.", "He thinks about all the tubercular poets whose work wouldn't have existed under an Equalization Law.", "He convinces himself that interfering just one time would have no effect on the future implementation of the Equalization Law.", "He becomes overwhelmed considering what it would be like to lose a newborn child." ], [ "He was appointed to that position by the previous director of the Bureau. ", "He was elected to that position after the passage of the Equalization Law. ", "He became the director after fighting for the Equalization Law as a senator.", "He was nominated to the position by the President of the United States." ], [ "He wanted to chastise him for visiting the clinic without stopping by to say hello.", "He wanted to warn Roy that FitzMaugham knew about his plot to save Phillip Prior.", "Fred had discovered Roy's tampering by reading through his computer's history.", "Fred called Roy to warn him that he would be reporting him for violating the Equalization Law." ], [ "He was terrified of lift rides.", "FitzMaugham saw Roy exit on the 20th floor, so Roy was worried he would figure out his plan.", "He was dealing with an internal conflict about whether or not to follow through on his plan to save Phillip.", "FitzMaugham had generously given him his job, and he would become his right-hand man, so he felt a lot of pressure any time he was in his presence." ], [ "He wanted to create a space where he felt safe from the judgement of the general public.", "He strongly disliked the architectural style of the Popeek building.", "He wanted to install some iridescent chrome trim along his walls and some sash windows.", "He preferred the Cullen Building style as opposed to the neo-Victorian style of the Popeek building." ], [ "Their approach was two-fold: Resettlement and euthanasia. ", "Their approach was three-fold: Happysleep, relocation, and birth control. ", "Their approach was two-fold: Euthanasia and contraceptive.", "Their approach was three-fold: Resettlement, Happysleep, and contraceptive." ], [ "The Bureau was newly formed, and the global population continued to rapidly increase.", "Roy was procrastinating because the work of ordering mass euthanasia was overwhelming him.", "He harbored a personal dislike for paperwork as he preferred to handle more big-picture situations.", "The Bureau was short-staffed and under-budgeted." ], [ "He felt it might snowball and eventually lead to the collapse of the Bureau. ", "He knew he was in line to replace FitzMaugham as Bureau director, and he didn't want to lose that opportunity.", "He was worried about his financial future and personal reputation.", "He knew that saving Phillip may cause Fred to lose his job as well. " ], [ "He leveraged his fraternal relationship with Fred to put a stop to it.", "He updated Phillip's clinical record and ordered the attendant to re-check patient records prior to euthanasia. ", "He pulled Phillip's patient record and deleted it from the computer files. ", "He visited the clinic and pressured the attending doctor to return Phillip to his family." ], [ "He called it payback for landing him his position at the Bureau. ", "Roy was his brother, and he loved him.", "The memory of their parents' deaths softened his heart, and he decided against it.", "He wanted to be able to use the knowledge of Roy's actions as leverage in the future." ] ]

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[ [ "\"It's the truth, sir. A cute little baby indeed. I've got his card\n right here. The boy's name is Philip Prior, and his gene-pattern is\n fine.\"", "Walton had set up the schedule himself: the gas chamber delivered\n Happysleep each day at 1100 and 1500. He had about half an hour to save\n Philip Prior.", "Frowning, he tried to remember the Prior boy's name. Ah ... Philip,\n wasn't it? He punched out a request for the card on Philip Prior.", "\"I'm busy,\" Walton said immediately.\n\n\n \"There's a Mr. Prior to see you,\" the annunciator's calm voice said.\n \"He insists it's an emergency.\"", "The Prior boy was safe. And in the eyes of the law—the Equalization\n Law—Roy Walton was now a criminal. He was every bit as much a criminal", "and Walton puzzledly correlated them with the line of gibberish on\n Phillip Prior's record card. Finally he found the one he wanted:\n3f2,", "\"I am.\" Another three inches of paper had deposited itself on Walton's\n desk since Prior had entered. \"You're very lucky to have hit the", "\"Commitments are irrevocable,\" Walton said heavily. The last thing in\n the world he wanted was to see a man whose child or parent had just\n been committed. \"Tell Mr. Prior I can't see him at all.\"", "But just one baby wouldn't matter. Just one.\n\n\n Prior's baby.", "The deletions had been made. As far as the machine was concerned,\n Philip Prior was a normal, healthy baby.", "The old man's eyes were twinkling amusedly. \"I guess you get off here,\"\n he said. \"I hope you catch up with your work soon, Roy. You really\n should take some time off for relaxation each day.\"", "\"I have to thank you for granting me this audience,\" Prior said,\n without a hint of sarcasm in his booming voice. \"I realize you're a\n terribly busy man.\"", "They gave Prior an efficient going-over. \"He's clean, Mr. Walton.\n Should we take him to security, or downstairs to health?\"\n\n\n \"Neither. Leave him here with me.\"", "Well, just one lapse, he promised himself. I'll spare Prior's child,\n and after that I'll keep within the law.", "Walton understood. \"No, Prior. Please don't ask.\" Walton's skin felt\n cold; his hands, tightly clenched, were clammy.", "But Prior had no violence in him. \"I'll leave you,\" he said somberly.\n \"I'm sorry, sir. Deeply sorry. For both of us.\"", "The three security men caught up and swarmed all over Prior. One of\n them turned apologetically to Walton. \"We're terribly sorry about this,", "\"Thanks for small blessings,\" Roy said acidly.\n\n\n \"You got me this job. You can take it away. Let's call it even for now,\n shall we?\"", "\"Those who inherit your condition,\" Walton said gently. \"Go home, Mr.\n Prior. Burn me in effigy. Write a poem about me. But don't ask me to do", "Walton was very much afraid that his brother meant no good by this\n call. No good at all.\nIII\nRoy Walton watched his brother's head and shoulders take form out of" ], [ "As he said it, he knew how foolish it sounded. If anyone in Popeek\n worked harder than he did, it was the elderly director. FitzMaugham", "Since taking the job, he had managed to redecorate his own office—on\n the twenty-eighth floor, immediately below Director FitzMaugham's—but", ", he thought. Within the building he\n wore a sort of luminous halo, by virtue of being Director FitzMaugham's\n protégé and second-in-command. Outside, in the colder reality of the", "Contents\nI\nThe offices of the Bureau of Population Equalization, vulgarly known\n as Popeek, were located on the twentieth through twenty-ninth floors", "\"Mr. FitzMaugham was down here to look around a little while ago. We're\n really getting a going-over today, Mr. Walton!\"", "He had risked everything to save one baby, one child probably doomed\n to an early death anyway. And FitzMaugham knew—the old man could see", "His desk was piled high with reports, and more kept arriving via\n pneumochute every minute. The job of assistant administrator was\n a thankless one, he thought; as much responsibility as Director\n FitzMaugham, and half the pay.", "After that it had been separate paths for the brothers. For Roy, an\n education in the law, a short spell as Senator FitzMaugham's private", "remembered what FitzMaugham had said:\nOnce we make even one exception,\n the whole framework crumbles.\nWell, the framework had begun crumbling, then. And there was little", "was organized and old man FitzMaugham had tapped him for the\n second-in-command post ... and now, a rebellion. The sparing of a", "At the sound of the quiet voice behind him, Walton jumped in surprise.\n He steadied himself, forcing himself to turn slowly. The director stood\n there.\n\n\n \"Good morning, Mr. FitzMaugham.\"", "The lift tube arrived. Walton stepped to one side, allowed the Director\n to enter, and got in himself. FitzMaugham pushed\nFourteen", "\"Naturally,\" FitzMaugham agreed solemnly. \"Once we make even one\n exception, the whole framework crumbles.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, sir.\"", "doubt in Walton's mind that FitzMaugham knew or would soon know what he\n had done. He would have to cover his traces, somehow.", "the multiple problems involved in dumping several hundred thousand\n Belgians into Patagonia. He forced himself to cling to one of Director\n FitzMaugham's oft-repeated maxims,", "FitzMaugham chuckled. \"In another century or two, you mean. I'm afraid\n you'll never learn how to relax, my boy.\"", "Walton stepped out of the tube and returned FitzMaugham's smile as the\n door closed again. Bitter thoughts assailed him as soon as he was alone.", "As the tube began to descend, FitzMaugham said, \"Did Mr. Prior come to\n see you this morning?\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Walton said.", "\"No, Mr. FitzMaugham.\" Walton felt as though he'd already been tried,\n drawn, and quartered. \"It requires personal attention.\"", "secretary, followed last month by his sudden elevation to assistant\n administrator of the newly-created Popeek Bureau. For Fred, medicine,\n unsuccessful private practice, finally a job in the Happysleep section" ], [ "Walton trembled imperceptibly as he said, \"Put him on.\" Somehow, Fred\n never called unless he could say or do something unpleasant. And", "Even on the screen, Fred's neck and shoulders gave an impression of\n tremendous solidity and force. Walton waited for his brother's image to\n take shape, and when the time lag was over he said, \"Well, Fred? What\n goes?\"", "His brother's eyes flickered sleepily. \"They tell me you were down here\n a little while ago, Roy. How come I didn't rate a visit?\"", "He jabbed the lift tube indicator and the tube rose in its shaft. The\n clinic was on the twentieth floor.\n\n\n \"Roy.\"", "the employ of Popeek. Little love was lost between the brothers, and\n Roy did not care to have Fred know he was down there.", "almost totally forgotten) until Roy was nine and Fred seven. Their\n parents had gone down off Maracaibo in a jet crash; Roy and Fred had\n been sent to the public crèche.", "next to Roy's lean six-two. Fred had always threatened to \"get even\"\n with his older brother as soon as they were the same size, but to", "There was no telling what Fred might do. They had never been\n particularly close as brothers; they had lived with their parents (now", "\"Seen my brother around?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Fred? He's working in room seven, running analyses. Want me to get him\n for you, Mr. Walton?\"", "\"No—no, don't bother him, thanks. I'll find him later.\" Inwardly,\n Walton felt relieved. Fred Walton, his younger brother, was a doctor in", "\"Thanks for small blessings,\" Roy said acidly.\n\n\n \"You got me this job. You can take it away. Let's call it even for now,\n shall we?\"", "FitzMaugham might well choose to conceal Roy's defection this time,\n but would surely place less trust in him in the future. And as for\n Fred....", "\"I won't keep you any longer, then,\" Fred said.\n\n\n The screen went dead.", "The old man's eyes were twinkling amusedly. \"I guess you get off here,\"\n he said. \"I hope you catch up with your work soon, Roy. You really\n should take some time off for relaxation each day.\"", "Walton was very much afraid that his brother meant no good by this\n call. No good at all.\nIII\nRoy Walton watched his brother's head and shoulders take form out of", "The annunciator chimed and said, \"Dr. Falbrough of Happysleep calling\n you, sir.\"\n\n\n \"Put him on.\"", "The screen lit and Falbrough's face appeared; its normal blandness had\n given way to wild-eyed tenseness.\n\n\n \"What is it, Doctor?\"", "\"Really, Roy?\" His brother's tone was venomous. \"I happened to\n be using the computer shortly after you this morning. I was", "Fred's great dismay he had never managed to catch up with Roy in height.", "Walton heard an angry male voice muttering something in the outer\n office, and then the annunciator said, \"He insists he must see you\n immediately in reference to a Happysleep commitment.\"" ], [ "There was a knot of fear in his stomach as he turned toward the\n lift tube. Six weeks of pressure, six weeks of tension since Popeek", "FitzMaugham might well choose to conceal Roy's defection this time,\n but would surely place less trust in him in the future. And as for\n Fred....", "The lift tube arrived. Walton stepped to one side, allowed the Director\n to enter, and got in himself. FitzMaugham pushed\nFourteen", "The old man's eyes were twinkling amusedly. \"I guess you get off here,\"\n he said. \"I hope you catch up with your work soon, Roy. You really\n should take some time off for relaxation each day.\"", "Walton stepped out of the tube and returned FitzMaugham's smile as the\n door closed again. Bitter thoughts assailed him as soon as he was alone.", "He jabbed the lift tube indicator and the tube rose in its shaft. The\n clinic was on the twentieth floor.\n\n\n \"Roy.\"", "As the tube began to descend, FitzMaugham said, \"Did Mr. Prior come to\n see you this morning?\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Walton said.", "Walton found his fingers trembling; he clamped them tight to the edge\n of his desk to steady himself. It was all right sitting up here in this", "He felt curiously dirty. And, now that he had betrayed FitzMaugham and\n the Cause, now that it was done, he had little idea why he had done", "doubt in Walton's mind that FitzMaugham knew or would soon know what he\n had done. He would have to cover his traces, somehow.", "After that it had been separate paths for the brothers. For Roy, an\n education in the law, a short spell as Senator FitzMaugham's private", ", he thought. Within the building he\n wore a sort of luminous halo, by virtue of being Director FitzMaugham's\n protégé and second-in-command. Outside, in the colder reality of the", "FitzMaugham chuckled. \"In another century or two, you mean. I'm afraid\n you'll never learn how to relax, my boy.\"", "\"Mr. FitzMaugham was down here to look around a little while ago. We're\n really getting a going-over today, Mr. Walton!\"", "He had risked everything to save one baby, one child probably doomed\n to an early death anyway. And FitzMaugham knew—the old man could see", "Walton was very much afraid that his brother meant no good by this\n call. No good at all.\nIII\nRoy Walton watched his brother's head and shoulders take form out of", "His brother's eyes flickered sleepily. \"They tell me you were down here\n a little while ago, Roy. How come I didn't rate a visit?\"", "At the sound of the quiet voice behind him, Walton jumped in surprise.\n He steadied himself, forcing himself to turn slowly. The director stood\n there.\n\n\n \"Good morning, Mr. FitzMaugham.\"", "As he said it, he knew how foolish it sounded. If anyone in Popeek\n worked harder than he did, it was the elderly director. FitzMaugham", "Minutes later he was back in his office, behind the security of a\n towering stack of work. His pulse was racing; his throat was dry. He" ], [ "Since taking the job, he had managed to redecorate his own office—on\n the twenty-eighth floor, immediately below Director FitzMaugham's—but", "The old man's eyes were twinkling amusedly. \"I guess you get off here,\"\n he said. \"I hope you catch up with your work soon, Roy. You really\n should take some time off for relaxation each day.\"", "Minutes later he was back in his office, behind the security of a\n towering stack of work. His pulse was racing; his throat was dry. He", "\"Thanks for small blessings,\" Roy said acidly.\n\n\n \"You got me this job. You can take it away. Let's call it even for now,\n shall we?\"", "His brother's eyes flickered sleepily. \"They tell me you were down here\n a little while ago, Roy. How come I didn't rate a visit?\"", "the massive ceiling fixture to more subtle electroluminescents. But the\n mark of the last century was stamped irrevocably on both building and\n office.", "Walton pressed the doorlock to let him out, then locked it again and\n slipped heavily into his chair. Three more reports slid out of the\n chute and landed on his desk. He stared at them as if they were three\n basilisks.", "almost totally forgotten) until Roy was nine and Fred seven. Their\n parents had gone down off Maracaibo in a jet crash; Roy and Fred had\n been sent to the public crèche.", "Walton killed the contact at his end, got up, walked to the window. He\n nudged the opaquer control and the frosty white haze over the glass", "\"Really, Roy?\" His brother's tone was venomous. \"I happened to\n be using the computer shortly after you this morning. I was", "After that it had been separate paths for the brothers. For Roy, an\n education in the law, a short spell as Senator FitzMaugham's private", "So Walton had removed some of the iridescent chrome scalloping that\n trimmed the walls, replaced the sash windows with opaquers, and changed", "Walton found his fingers trembling; he clamped them tight to the edge\n of his desk to steady himself. It was all right sitting up here in this", "He jabbed the lift tube indicator and the tube rose in its shaft. The\n clinic was on the twentieth floor.\n\n\n \"Roy.\"", "Walton was very much afraid that his brother meant no good by this\n call. No good at all.\nIII\nRoy Walton watched his brother's head and shoulders take form out of", "of the Cullen Building, a hundred-story monstrosity typical of\n twenty-second-century neo-Victorian at its overdecorated worst. Roy", "\"That a bureaucrat should admire poetry? Is that what you're groping\n for?\"\n\n\n Prior reddened. \"Yes,\" he admitted.", "Falbrough didn't look like the sort of man who would enjoy his work. He\n was short and plump, with a high-domed bald head and glittering contact", "cloaked that fact and presented him as neat and fresh. \"I have some\n work to do now.\" His voice was barely audible.", "Walton wavered, then abruptly made his decision. He sucked in a deep\n breath and walked briskly toward the big room where the euthanasia\n files were kept." ], [ "Contents\nI\nThe offices of the Bureau of Population Equalization, vulgarly known\n as Popeek, were located on the twentieth through twenty-ninth floors", "of the troubles with Popeek was its newness; it had been established so\n suddenly that most of its procedures were still in the formative stage.", "single child was a small rebellion, true, but he knew he was striking\n as effectively at the base of Popeek this way as if he had brought\n about repeal of the entire Equalization Law.", "In the six weeks of Popeek's existence, three thousand babies had been\n ticketed for Happysleep, and three thousand sets of degenerate genes", "that had created only one minor oasis in the esthetically repugnant\n building. It couldn't be helped, though; Popeek was unpopular, though", "Which was as it should be, Walton had finally realized. It was the last\n century's foolishness that had made Popeek necessary, after all.", "of Popeek, thanks to Roy.", "\"I voted for Popeek. I know all about Weeding the Garden and the\n Euthanasia Plan. But I hadn't expected—\"", "crowded metropolis, he kept his identity and Popeek rank quietly to\n himself.", "humanity, and the way it looked now, all the solutions led to checkmate\n in a century or less. They could keep equalizing population only so\n long, shifting like loggers riding logs in a rushing river, before", "say,\nPopulation density remains low here: 17.3 per square mile, far\n below optimum. Looks like a prime candidate for equalization.", "The Equalization Law provided that every child be presented at its\n local clinic within two weeks of birth, for an examination and a\n certificate. Perhaps one in ten thousand would be denied a\n certificate ... and life.", "bank of microfilm records along the other. In six weeks of life Popeek\n had piled up an impressive collection of data.", "That was the grimmest form of population equalization. Walton initialed\n the report, earmarked it for files, and dumped it in the pneumochute.\n\n\n The annunciator chimed.", "the employ of Popeek. Little love was lost between the brothers, and\n Roy did not care to have Fred know he was down there.", "As he said it, he knew how foolish it sounded. If anyone in Popeek\n worked harder than he did, it was the elderly director. FitzMaugham", "secretary, followed last month by his sudden elevation to assistant\n administrator of the newly-created Popeek Bureau. For Fred, medicine,\n unsuccessful private practice, finally a job in the Happysleep section", "Walton was ready to launch into a discussion of every poet from Prior\n back to Surrey and Wyatt; anything to keep from the job at hand,\n anything to keep his mind from Popeek. But Prior interrupted him.", "had striven for equalization legislature for fifty years, and now, at\n the age of eighty, he put in a sixteen-hour day at the task of saving\n mankind from itself.", "it, why he had jeopardized the Popeek program, his position—his life,\n even—for the sake of one potentially tubercular baby." ], [ "His desk was piled high with reports, and more kept arriving via\n pneumochute every minute. The job of assistant administrator was\n a thankless one, he thought; as much responsibility as Director\n FitzMaugham, and half the pay.", "It was a basic step, one that should have been taken long ago. Now,\n with three feet of reports stacked on his desk, it was mandatory. One", "Minutes later he was back in his office, behind the security of a\n towering stack of work. His pulse was racing; his throat was dry. He", "He lifted a report from one eyebrow-high stack, smoothed the crinkly\n paper carefully, and read it.", "\"I am.\" Another three inches of paper had deposited itself on Walton's\n desk since Prior had entered. \"You're very lucky to have hit the", "The old man's eyes were twinkling amusedly. \"I guess you get off here,\"\n he said. \"I hope you catch up with your work soon, Roy. You really\n should take some time off for relaxation each day.\"", "\"Thanks for small blessings,\" Roy said acidly.\n\n\n \"You got me this job. You can take it away. Let's call it even for now,\n shall we?\"", "Walton pressed the doorlock to let him out, then locked it again and\n slipped heavily into his chair. Three more reports slid out of the\n chute and landed on his desk. He stared at them as if they were three\n basilisks.", "the employ of Popeek. Little love was lost between the brothers, and\n Roy did not care to have Fred know he was down there.", "His brother's eyes flickered sleepily. \"They tell me you were down here\n a little while ago, Roy. How come I didn't rate a visit?\"", "\"Tell Mr. Prior I can't see anyone for at least three hours.\" Walton\n stared gloomily at the growing pile of paper on his desk. \"Tell him he\n can have ten minutes with me at—oh, say, 1300.\"", "of the Cullen Building, a hundred-story monstrosity typical of\n twenty-second-century neo-Victorian at its overdecorated worst. Roy", "As he said it, he knew how foolish it sounded. If anyone in Popeek\n worked harder than he did, it was the elderly director. FitzMaugham", "almost totally forgotten) until Roy was nine and Fred seven. Their\n parents had gone down off Maracaibo in a jet crash; Roy and Fred had\n been sent to the public crèche.", "\"Really, Roy?\" His brother's tone was venomous. \"I happened to\n be using the computer shortly after you this morning. I was", "He jabbed the lift tube indicator and the tube rose in its shaft. The\n clinic was on the twentieth floor.\n\n\n \"Roy.\"", "prompt measures were taken. Roy Walton had the power to enforce those\n measures. But though his job was in the service of humanity, he soon\n found himself the most hated man in the world.", "Falbrough didn't look like the sort of man who would enjoy his work. He\n was short and plump, with a high-domed bald head and glittering contact", "secretary, followed last month by his sudden elevation to assistant\n administrator of the newly-created Popeek Bureau. For Fred, medicine,\n unsuccessful private practice, finally a job in the Happysleep section", "Since taking the job, he had managed to redecorate his own office—on\n the twenty-eighth floor, immediately below Director FitzMaugham's—but" ], [ "He had risked everything to save one baby, one child probably doomed\n to an early death anyway. And FitzMaugham knew—the old man could see", "\"Thanks for small blessings,\" Roy said acidly.\n\n\n \"You got me this job. You can take it away. Let's call it even for now,\n shall we?\"", "denounced and blackened by the press, Roy Walton had to make a\n decision: resign his post, or use his power to destroy his enemies,\n become a dictator in the hopes of saving humanity from its own folly.", "Walton was very much afraid that his brother meant no good by this\n call. No good at all.\nIII\nRoy Walton watched his brother's head and shoulders take form out of", "FitzMaugham might well choose to conceal Roy's defection this time,\n but would surely place less trust in him in the future. And as for\n Fred....", "Walton hesitated. \"He—he wanted his son spared from Happysleep.\n Naturally, I had to turn him down.\"", "Walton had set up the schedule himself: the gas chamber delivered\n Happysleep each day at 1100 and 1500. He had about half an hour to save\n Philip Prior.", "prompt measures were taken. Roy Walton had the power to enforce those\n measures. But though his job was in the service of humanity, he soon\n found himself the most hated man in the world.", "The old man's eyes were twinkling amusedly. \"I guess you get off here,\"\n he said. \"I hope you catch up with your work soon, Roy. You really\n should take some time off for relaxation each day.\"", "His brother's eyes flickered sleepily. \"They tell me you were down here\n a little while ago, Roy. How come I didn't rate a visit?\"", "The Prior boy was safe. And in the eyes of the law—the Equalization\n Law—Roy Walton was now a criminal. He was every bit as much a criminal", "There was a knot of fear in his stomach as he turned toward the\n lift tube. Six weeks of pressure, six weeks of tension since Popeek", "Frowning, he tried to remember the Prior boy's name. Ah ... Philip,\n wasn't it? He punched out a request for the card on Philip Prior.", "He felt curiously dirty. And, now that he had betrayed FitzMaugham and\n the Cause, now that it was done, he had little idea why he had done", "almost totally forgotten) until Roy was nine and Fred seven. Their\n parents had gone down off Maracaibo in a jet crash; Roy and Fred had\n been sent to the public crèche.", "\"It's the truth, sir. A cute little baby indeed. I've got his card\n right here. The boy's name is Philip Prior, and his gene-pattern is\n fine.\"", "it, why he had jeopardized the Popeek program, his position—his life,\n even—for the sake of one potentially tubercular baby.", "Walton found his fingers trembling; he clamped them tight to the edge\n of his desk to steady himself. It was all right sitting up here in this", "everyone else,\" Walton said. \"That's how the act was passed.\" Tenderly\n he said, \"I can't do it. I can't spare your son. Our doctors give a", "remembered what FitzMaugham had said:\nOnce we make even one exception,\n the whole framework crumbles.\nWell, the framework had begun crumbling, then. And there was little" ], [ "Walton had set up the schedule himself: the gas chamber delivered\n Happysleep each day at 1100 and 1500. He had about half an hour to save\n Philip Prior.", "The old man's eyes were twinkling amusedly. \"I guess you get off here,\"\n he said. \"I hope you catch up with your work soon, Roy. You really\n should take some time off for relaxation each day.\"", "Walton wavered, then abruptly made his decision. He sucked in a deep\n breath and walked briskly toward the big room where the euthanasia\n files were kept.", "\"Thanks for small blessings,\" Roy said acidly.\n\n\n \"You got me this job. You can take it away. Let's call it even for now,\n shall we?\"", "He had risked everything to save one baby, one child probably doomed\n to an early death anyway. And FitzMaugham knew—the old man could see", "Walton hesitated. \"He—he wanted his son spared from Happysleep.\n Naturally, I had to turn him down.\"", "\"It's the truth, sir. A cute little baby indeed. I've got his card\n right here. The boy's name is Philip Prior, and his gene-pattern is\n fine.\"", "prompt measures were taken. Roy Walton had the power to enforce those\n measures. But though his job was in the service of humanity, he soon\n found himself the most hated man in the world.", "The deletions had been made. As far as the machine was concerned,\n Philip Prior was a normal, healthy baby.", "He jabbed the lift tube indicator and the tube rose in its shaft. The\n clinic was on the twentieth floor.\n\n\n \"Roy.\"", "\"Any recommendation for euthanasia on the card?\" Walton asked.\n\n\n \"No, sir.\"", "He proceeded to retype the child's card, omitting both the fatal symbol\n3f2\nand the notation recommending euthanasia from the new version.", "His brother's eyes flickered sleepily. \"They tell me you were down here\n a little while ago, Roy. How come I didn't rate a visit?\"", "Walton rose. \"\nNo\n,\" he said, half-commanding, half-pleading. \"Don't", "He glanced at his watch: the time was 1026. The boy was probably still\n somewhere in the clinic lab, waiting for the figurative axe to descend.", "He shut his eyes, dug his thumbs into them until bright flares of light\n shot across his eyeballs, and refused to let himself be bothered by", "\"Certainly, sir. Is that all?\"\n\n\n \"It is,\" Walton said crisply, and broke the contact. He took a deep\n breath and stared bleakly at the far wall.", "\"\nI\nwas tubercular. They cured me. What if they had practiced\n euthanasia a generation ago? Where would my poems be now?\"", "Frowning, he tried to remember the Prior boy's name. Ah ... Philip,\n wasn't it? He punched out a request for the card on Philip Prior.", "Walton was very much afraid that his brother meant no good by this\n call. No good at all.\nIII\nRoy Walton watched his brother's head and shoulders take form out of" ], [ "The step he was considering would disqualify him from his job if he\n admitted it, though he wouldn't do that. Under the Equalization Law, it\n would be a criminal act.", "The Prior boy was safe. And in the eyes of the law—the Equalization\n Law—Roy Walton was now a criminal. He was every bit as much a criminal", "FitzMaugham might well choose to conceal Roy's defection this time,\n but would surely place less trust in him in the future. And as for\n Fred....", "the employ of Popeek. Little love was lost between the brothers, and\n Roy did not care to have Fred know he was down there.", "\"Thanks for small blessings,\" Roy said acidly.\n\n\n \"You got me this job. You can take it away. Let's call it even for now,\n shall we?\"", "next to Roy's lean six-two. Fred had always threatened to \"get even\"\n with his older brother as soon as they were the same size, but to", "Fred's great dismay he had never managed to catch up with Roy in height.", "There was no telling what Fred might do. They had never been\n particularly close as brothers; they had lived with their parents (now", "Even on the screen, Fred's neck and shoulders gave an impression of\n tremendous solidity and force. Walton waited for his brother's image to\n take shape, and when the time lag was over he said, \"Well, Fred? What\n goes?\"", "almost totally forgotten) until Roy was nine and Fred seven. Their\n parents had gone down off Maracaibo in a jet crash; Roy and Fred had\n been sent to the public crèche.", "Walton trembled imperceptibly as he said, \"Put him on.\" Somehow, Fred\n never called unless he could say or do something unpleasant. And", "\"I won't keep you any longer, then,\" Fred said.\n\n\n The screen went dead.", "through Walton with ease—and Fred knew, too. His brother, and his\n father-substitute.", "\"No—no, don't bother him, thanks. I'll find him later.\" Inwardly,\n Walton felt relieved. Fred Walton, his younger brother, was a doctor in", "remembered what FitzMaugham had said:\nOnce we make even one exception,\n the whole framework crumbles.\nWell, the framework had begun crumbling, then. And there was little", "After that it had been separate paths for the brothers. For Roy, an\n education in the law, a short spell as Senator FitzMaugham's private", "Well, just one lapse, he promised himself. I'll spare Prior's child,\n and after that I'll keep within the law.", "single child was a small rebellion, true, but he knew he was striking\n as effectively at the base of Popeek this way as if he had brought\n about repeal of the entire Equalization Law.", "\"Naturally,\" FitzMaugham agreed solemnly. \"Once we make even one\n exception, the whole framework crumbles.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, sir.\"", "His brother's eyes flickered sleepily. \"They tell me you were down here\n a little while ago, Roy. How come I didn't rate a visit?\"" ] ]

[ "Why does Ravenhurst dislike Oak?", "Why did Asimov's Laws of Robotics cause the robots to go insane?", "Why does Oak describe his own union suit as immodest?", "What was Daniel Oak's true interest in McGuire?", "What workaround did Oak devise to be able to work with Captain Brock?", "Why does Ravenhurst need Oak, despite his personal dislike of him?", "Why do people travel the Belt in flitterboats?", "What made McGuire unique from other robots?", "Why was McGuire beholden to Oak?", "What was Ravenhurst's essential weakness?" ]

[ [ "Oak discovered that Ravenhurst's son, Jack, had purposefully sabotaged McGuire.", "Oak speaks to Ravenhurst with disrespect and sarcasm whenever they discuss business.", "He wanted to keep the affairs of Viking a secret, so he didn't appreciate Oak meddling.", "Oak had revealed Ravenhurst's daughter had sabotaged McGuire." ], [ "According to the Third Law, a robot \"shall strive to protect its own existence\", so the robots began to do whatever it took to preserve themselves.", "A robot has no ability to determine which command is more correct when given two conflicting commands by different people.", "The Three Laws seemed to conflict with each other, so the robots' interpretations became confused.", "The weight of the moral dilemmas the robots faced began to take their toll the more aware the robots became." ], [ "After removing the vac suit, the skin-tight cover-alls are covered in sweat and wrinkles. ", "The suits are form-fitting, so most people decorate them with bright colors and designs to redirect attention. Oak's suit was monochromatic. ", "The suit is baggy and ill-fitting--not suited for attending a private audience with Captain Brock.", "The colors and patterns of his suit are gaudy and distasteful. " ], [ "He worked for both Ravenhurst and Captain Brock, and he was using McGuire to pit the two against each other.", "He was interested in leveraging his power over McGuire into commandeering the tunnels of Ceres.", "He enjoyed his exclusive ability to control McGuire, and he wanted to use that to his advantage to take control of Viking.", "He secretly worked for a government agency that wanted him to gather as much information as possible about McGuire." ], [ "He offered to pay Captain Brock for his services to sabotage McGuire in order to make Ravenhurst look bad.", "Brock offered to pay for Oak to broadcast Jaqueline Ravenhurst's disappearance to Ceres news outlets.", "Brock offered to make payments to Oak if he would agree to sabotage McGuire and make Ravenhurst take the fall for it.", "Since both he and Brock work for Ravenhurst, they can provide each other services in lieu of payment to avoid any suspicion of corruption." ], [ "Oak knows the identity of the person who sabotaged McGuire, and Ravenhurst does not wish to allow this information to become public.", "Ravenhurst fears that Oak will subvert his position with Viking and Baedecker Metals & Mining Corporation will take over control of Ceres.", "He knows his position with Viking relies on the commercial success of the MGYR-8, and that can only happen with Oak's cooperation. ", "His daughter Jaqueline Ravenhurst is missing, and only Oak knows her whereabouts." ], [ "Their speed makes them a smart choice for getting around the neighborhood.", "Even though it is expensive, it is still cheaper than operating standard spaceships for basic transportation needs.", "They allow access to air, water, and food, and at a cheaper price than a Rolls-Royce.", "They are comfortable, affordable, and convenient for hopping around the Belt quickly." ], [ "He was controlled by Daniel Oak, as opposed to other robots which were controlled by technicians. ", "He was a top-secret project of the Secret Service branch of the Political Survey Division.", "He was able to ignore the orders of traffic robots and travel wherever and whenever he wanted anywhere in the solar system.", "His mind was in control of a single body that could move extremely fast in a number of different directions." ], [ "Oak was the first human to tell McGuire what to do.", "The PSD had a secret program wired into McGuire's systems that would force him to listen to Oak.", "The technicians had programmed MGYR-7 models to obey Oak's commands.", "Oak had sabotaged Viking's engineering of the MGYR-7 model so that it would only listen to his orders." ], [ "He put too much trust in Daniel Oak.", "He was awful at developing and maintaining human relationships.", "He was so desperate to keep his managerial position at Viking that he would do whatever it took to protect it.", "He trust Captain Brock, who was conspiring with Oak against him." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Mr. Oak, you have caused me considerable trouble.\"\n\n\n \"I thought we'd hashed all that out, Mr. Ravenhurst,\" I said, keeping\n my voice level.", "Ravenhurst was one of the smartest operators in the Belt, but when it\n came to personal relationships, he was utterly incompetent. He could\n make anyone dislike him without trying.", "\"I am. Ravenhurst is sore at you personally because you showed him\n that Jack was responsible for the McGuire sabotage. It's an irrational", "Ravenhurst was smart, all right; it was just that, when it came to\n personal relationships, he wasn't very wise.", "dislike, and I am not going to let it interfere with my job. I'm going\n to protect Ravenhurst's interests to the best of my ability, and that", "\"Mr. Oak,\" he said heavily, \"I am not a fool, regardless of what your\n own impression may be. If I were trying to get back that fee, I would\n hardly offer to pay you another one.\"", "[27]\n you because\nyou're\nworking for\n Ravenhurst. But since we may need each other, and since we're both", "Jack Ravenhurst's fault. She was the one who was driving them nuts, not\n Thurston's agents.\"", "\"It seems you have a point there, Mr. Ravenhurst.\" He'd hired me\n because things were shaky at Viking. If he lost too much more money on", "inadvertently sabotaged McGuire. You were commissioned to prevent\n sabotage, Mr. Oak, and I'm afraid that you abrogated your contract.\"", "I decided I might as well observe the pleasantries. There was no point\n in my getting nasty until he did. \"Thank you, Mr. Ravenhurst, I will.\"", "Colonel Harrington Brock was dressed in the black-and-gold \"union\n suit\" that was the uniform of Ravenhurst's Security Guard. My own was", "A man has to be a good actor to be\n a competent double agent, and I didn't want Ravenhurst to know that I\n knew a great deal more about the problem than he did.", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "\"Oak,\" he said, \"I wanted to intercept you before you went to the plant\n because I want you to know that there may be trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah? What kind?\" Sometimes it's a pain to play ignorant.", "I'd been in Ravenhurst's office on the mountain-sized planetoid called\n Raven's Rest only twice before. The third time was no better; Shalimar", "Ravenhurst might find himself out of the managerial business entirely.", "\"It is too late for that, Mr. Oak. Viking cannot stand any more of\n that kind of drain on its financial resources. I have been banking on", "\"Well, let's look at it this way: You can't hire me because I'm already\n working for Ravenhurst; I can't hire", "[22]\n pocket because I couldn't possibly justify it from\n operating funds. Ravenhurst specifically told me that he doesn't want" ], [ "With the first six models of the McGuire ships, the robotocists\n attempted to build in the Three Laws exactly as stated. And the first\n six went insane.", "famous Three Laws of Robotics into a robot brain.\nFirst Law: A robot shall not, either through action or inaction, allow\n harm to come to a human being.", "Second Law: A robot shall obey the orders of a human being, except\n when such orders conflict with the First Law\n.", "[15]\nThird Law: A robot shall strive to protect its own existence, except\n when this conflicts with the First or Second Law.", "be called paranoia or schizophrenia or catatonia or what-have-you,\n depending\n [16]\n on the symptoms. And an insane robot is fully as dangerous", "And that made McGuire more than somewhat difficult to deal with.\nFor more than a century, robotocists have been trying to build Asimov's", "As it turned out, I was that person. Just substitute \"Daniel Oak\"\n for \"human being\" in the First and Second Laws, and you'll see how", "\"As I understand it, the problem of defining the term 'human being'\n unambiguously to a robot is still unsolved. The robotocists felt that", "as an insane human being controlling the same mechanical equipment, if\n not more so.", "He took another sip of Madeira. \"The robotocists at Viking tell\n me that, in order to prevent any further ... ah ... sabotage by", "fore. He has refused to let the technicians and robotocists enter his\n hull, and he has threatened to take off and leave Ceres if any further\n attempts are made to ... ah ... disrupt his thinking processes.\"", "Nobody has succeeded yet, because nobody has yet succeeded in defining\n the term \"human being\" in such a way that the logical mind of a robot\n can encompass the concept.", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "\"Your robotocists can change that,\" I said. This time, I was giving him\n my version of \"genuine\" innocence.\n [7]", "it would be much easier to define a single individual. That would\n prevent the issuing of conflicting orders to a robot, provided the\n single individual were careful in giving orders himself.", "The robotocists at Viking Spacecraft had decided to take another\n tack. \"Very well,\" they'd said, \"if we can't define all the members", "was\nthe spacecraft, since it\n served him in a way that was analogous to the way a human body serves\n the human mind. And he wasn't in charge of millions of objects with a", "orders except in extreme emergencies. Keeping a few million cars moving\n and safe at the same time is actually pretty routine stuff for a robot.\n And a traffic robot isn't given orders verbally; it is given any orders", "The PSD was vitally interested in the whole McGuire project. Robots of\n McGuire's complexity had been built before; the robot that runs the", "valid order. Feed enough confusing and conflicting data into a robot\n brain, and it can begin behaving in ways that, in a human being, would" ], [ "\"Mr. Oak,\" he said heavily, \"I am not a fool, regardless of what your\n own impression may be. If I were trying to get back that fee, I would\n hardly offer to pay you another one.\"", "Colonel Harrington Brock was dressed in the black-and-gold \"union\n suit\" that was the uniform of Ravenhurst's Security Guard. My own was", "I'll just leave that problem in the hands of the psychologists, and go\n on wearing my immodestly quiet solid-color union suits.", "I read an article by a psychologist a few months back, in which he\n claimed that the taste for loud colors in union suits was actually", "suit, rather than the body it clings to so closely. Maybe he's right;\n I wouldn't know, not being a psychologist. I\nhave\nspent summers in", "He waited, as if he expected me to make some reply to that. When\n I didn't, he sighed slightly and went on. \"I fear that you have", "\"Mr. Oak, you have caused me considerable trouble.\"\n\n\n \"I thought we'd hashed all that out, Mr. Ravenhurst,\" I said, keeping\n my voice level.", "\"You continue to amaze me, Mr. Oak,\" he said. And the soft oiliness\n [10]\n of", "\"Oak,\" he said, \"I wanted to intercept you before you went to the plant\n because I want you to know that there may be trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah? What kind?\" Sometimes it's a pain to play ignorant.", "\"Sit down, Mr. Oak. Will you have some Madeira?\"", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "He put his drink on the table. \"Oak, I want you to help me.\" His\n onyx-brown eyes, only a shade darker than his skin, looked directly", "due to modesty. He claimed that the bright patterns drew attention to\n the colors themselves, and away from the base the colors were laid\n over. The observer, he said, tends to see the color and pattern of the", "As it turned out, I was that person. Just substitute \"Daniel Oak\"\n for \"human being\" in the First and Second Laws, and you'll see how", "of\n his voice was the oil of vitriol. \"Your compassion for your fellowman\n is a facet of your personality that I had not seen before. I shall", "\"Have a good trip, Oak?\" he asked, trying to put a smile on his\n scarred, battered face.", "inadvertently sabotaged McGuire. You were commissioned to prevent\n sabotage, Mr. Oak, and I'm afraid that you abrogated your contract.\"", "[5]\n\n\n \"So had I. But it appears that there were more ramifications to your\n action than we had at first supposed.\" His voice had the texture of\n heavy linseed oil.", "\"It is too late for that, Mr. Oak. Viking cannot stand any more of\n that kind of drain on its financial resources. I have been banking on", "be turned out commercially. You can be of great service, Mr. Oak.\"" ], [ "inadvertently sabotaged McGuire. You were commissioned to prevent\n sabotage, Mr. Oak, and I'm afraid that you abrogated your contract.\"", "\"Now, it appears that\nyou\n, Mr. Oak, were the first man to speak to\n McGuire after he had been activated. Is that correct?\"", "\"Mr. Oak,\" he said heavily, \"I am not a fool, regardless of what your\n own impression may be. If I were trying to get back that fee, I would\n hardly offer to pay you another one.\"", "hadn't for a while.\" He chuckled wryly. \"We went all out to keep the\n McGuires safe, and all the time the boss' daughter was giving them the", "\"Oak,\" he said, \"I wanted to intercept you before you went to the plant\n because I want you to know that there may be trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah? What kind?\" Sometimes it's a pain to play ignorant.", "explained all that to him two weeks before, when I'd brought McGuire\n and the girl here, so that Ravenhurst would have a chance to cover up\n what had really happened.", "My sarcasm didn't faze him in the least. \"Rhetorical. It follows that\n you are the only man whose orders McGuire will obey.\"", "\"Now wait a minute,\" I said, still playing ignorant, \"I thought we'd\n pretty well established that the 'sabotage' of the McGuire series was", "He put his drink on the table. \"Oak, I want you to help me.\" His\n onyx-brown eyes, only a shade darker than his skin, looked directly", "The PSD was vitally interested in the whole McGuire project. Robots of\n McGuire's complexity had been built before; the robot that runs the", "the McGuire-type ships to put Viking Spacecraft ahead of every other\n spacecraft company in the System.\" He looked suddenly very grim and\n very determined. \"Mr. Oak, I am\ncertain", "McGuire was different. In the first place, he was mobile. He was in\n command of a spacecraft. In a sense, he\nwas", "That meant that McGuire had to understand English, and, since there has\n to be feedback in communication, he had to be able to speak it as well.", "As it turned out, I was that person. Just substitute \"Daniel Oak\"\n for \"human being\" in the First and Second Laws, and you'll see how", "\"It seems,\" he went on, \"that McGuire refuses to allow his brain to\n be tampered with. The self-preservation 'instinct' has come to the", "\"I am. Ravenhurst is sore at you personally because you showed him\n that Jack was responsible for the McGuire sabotage. It's an irrational", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "\"You continue to amaze me, Mr. Oak,\" he said. And the soft oiliness\n [10]\n of", "works.\" Then he looked sharply at me. \"I covered that, of course. No\n one in the Security Guard but me knows that Jack was responsible.\"", "I grinned at him. \"The last I heard, you were sore at me for blatting\n it all over Ceres that Jaqueline Ravenhurst was missing, when she\n sneaked aboard McGuire.\"" ], [ "\"Mr. Oak,\" he said heavily, \"I am not a fool, regardless of what your\n own impression may be. If I were trying to get back that fee, I would\n hardly offer to pay you another one.\"", "\"Oak,\" he said, \"I wanted to intercept you before you went to the plant\n because I want you to know that there may be trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah? What kind?\" Sometimes it's a pain to play ignorant.", "inadvertently sabotaged McGuire. You were commissioned to prevent\n sabotage, Mr. Oak, and I'm afraid that you abrogated your contract.\"", "be turned out commercially. You can be of great service, Mr. Oak.\"", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "works.\" Then he looked sharply at me. \"I covered that, of course. No\n one in the Security Guard but me knows that Jack was responsible.\"", "\"Have a good trip, Oak?\" he asked, trying to put a smile on his\n scarred, battered face.", "He put his drink on the table. \"Oak, I want you to help me.\" His\n onyx-brown eyes, only a shade darker than his skin, looked directly", "\"Mr. Oak, you have caused me considerable trouble.\"\n\n\n \"I thought we'd hashed all that out, Mr. Ravenhurst,\" I said, keeping\n my voice level.", "Colonel Harrington Brock was dressed in the black-and-gold \"union\n suit\" that was the uniform of Ravenhurst's Security Guard. My own was", "ordered drinks when the waiter bustled over. A cop in uniform isn't\n supposed to drink, but Brock figures that the head of the Security\n Guard ought to be able to get away with a breach of his own rules.", "\"It is too late for that, Mr. Oak. Viking cannot stand any more of\n that kind of drain on its financial resources. I have been banking on", "As it turned out, I was that person. Just substitute \"Daniel Oak\"\n for \"human being\" in the First and Second Laws, and you'll see how", "I shook my head, cutting him off. \"Nope. Sorry, Brock. For two reasons.\n In the first place, there would be a conflict of interest. I'm working", "Brock pushed open the inch-thick metal door beneath a sign that said\n \"O'Banion's Bar,\" and I followed him in. We sat down at a table and", "\"You continue to amaze me, Mr. Oak,\" he said. And the soft oiliness\n [10]\n of", "OAK, Confidential Expediter\n; I'm hired to help other people Get Things\n Done. Usually, if someone came to me with the problem of getting a", "\"Sit down, Mr. Oak. Will you have some Madeira?\"", "\"Now, it appears that\nyou\n, Mr. Oak, were the first man to speak to\n McGuire after he had been activated. Is that correct?\"", "\"Mr. Oak, I would like you to go to Ceres and co-operate with the" ], [ "Ravenhurst was one of the smartest operators in the Belt, but when it\n came to personal relationships, he was utterly incompetent. He could\n make anyone dislike him without trying.", "\"Mr. Oak, you have caused me considerable trouble.\"\n\n\n \"I thought we'd hashed all that out, Mr. Ravenhurst,\" I said, keeping\n my voice level.", "\"I am. Ravenhurst is sore at you personally because you showed him\n that Jack was responsible for the McGuire sabotage. It's an irrational", "Ravenhurst was smart, all right; it was just that, when it came to\n personal relationships, he wasn't very wise.", "[27]\n you because\nyou're\nworking for\n Ravenhurst. But since we may need each other, and since we're both", "\"It seems you have a point there, Mr. Ravenhurst.\" He'd hired me\n because things were shaky at Viking. If he lost too much more money on", "\"Mr. Oak,\" he said heavily, \"I am not a fool, regardless of what your\n own impression may be. If I were trying to get back that fee, I would\n hardly offer to pay you another one.\"", "I decided I might as well observe the pleasantries. There was no point\n in my getting nasty until he did. \"Thank you, Mr. Ravenhurst, I will.\"", "A man has to be a good actor to be\n a competent double agent, and I didn't want Ravenhurst to know that I\n knew a great deal more about the problem than he did.", "dislike, and I am not going to let it interfere with my job. I'm going\n to protect Ravenhurst's interests to the best of my ability, and that", "\"Well, let's look at it this way: You can't hire me because I'm already\n working for Ravenhurst; I can't hire", "inadvertently sabotaged McGuire. You were commissioned to prevent\n sabotage, Mr. Oak, and I'm afraid that you abrogated your contract.\"", "Colonel Harrington Brock was dressed in the black-and-gold \"union\n suit\" that was the uniform of Ravenhurst's Security Guard. My own was", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes", "\"Oak,\" he said, \"I wanted to intercept you before you went to the plant\n because I want you to know that there may be trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah? What kind?\" Sometimes it's a pain to play ignorant.", "[22]\n pocket because I couldn't possibly justify it from\n operating funds. Ravenhurst specifically told me that he doesn't want", "Jack Ravenhurst's fault. She was the one who was driving them nuts, not\n Thurston's agents.\"", "\"It is too late for that, Mr. Oak. Viking cannot stand any more of\n that kind of drain on its financial resources. I have been banking on", "He put his drink on the table. \"Oak, I want you to help me.\" His\n onyx-brown eyes, only a shade darker than his skin, looked directly", "be turned out commercially. You can be of great service, Mr. Oak.\"" ], [ "For obvious economical reasons, it it impracticable to use full-sized\n spaceships in the Belt. A flitterboat, with a single gravitoinertial", "and decelerating. But a flitterboat is enough to get around the\n neighborhood in, and that's all that's needed.", "Earth, but there has to be some sort of individual transportation in\n the Belt.", "the Belt are forced to exercise in a room with a one-gee spin on it at\n least an hour a day. They don't like it at first, but it keeps them", "and the stars, all cooped up in a vac suit. Unlike driving a car, you\n can't pull a flitterboat over and take a nap; you have to wait until\n you hit the next beacon station.", "Ceres, the biggest rock in the Belt, is a lot more than just a beacon\n station. Like Eros and a few others, it's a city in its own right. And", "that chafed your skin. And, in the Belt, you never know when you might\n have to get into a vac suit fast. In a \"safe\" area like the tunnels", "A crowd wearing skin-tight cover-alls might shock the gentle people of\n Midwich-on-the-Moor, England, but they are normal dress in the Belt.", "from growing up with the strength of mice. And an adult with any sense\n takes a spin now and then, too. Traveling in a flitterboat will give", "\"I got here alive, if that makes it a good flitterboat trip,\" I said,\n shaking his extended hand.\n\n\n \"That's the definition of a good trip,\" he told me.", "Ravenhurst was one of the smartest operators in the Belt, but when it\n came to personal relationships, he was utterly incompetent. He could\n make anyone dislike him without trying.", "I parked my flitterboat in the space that had been assigned to me by\n Landing Control, and went over to the nearest air-lock dome.", "of the asteroid with a focused sun beam, I was itchy with my own\n perspiration and groggy tired. I don't like riding in flitterboats,\n sitting on a", "They can't be used for any great distances because a man can't stay\n in a vac suit very long without getting uncomfortable. You have to", "go to nudist resorts are a self-screened group. So are the people who\n go to the Belt, for that matter, but the type of screening is different.", "Raven's Rest. The sun was near the zenith in the black, diamond-dusted\n sky, and the shadow of my flitterboat stood out like an inkblot on", "Part of the reason for Viking's troubles was envy of that ownership.\n There were other companies in the Belt that would like to get their", "important I was to a certain spaceship named McGuire.\nWhen I finally caught the beam from Ceres and set my flitterboat down\n on the huge landing field that had been carved from the nickel-iron", "dirt on Earth, and, considering shipping costs, Earth soil costs a\n great deal more than nickel-iron in the Belt.", "McGuire was different. In the first place, he was mobile. He was in\n command of a spacecraft. In a sense, he\nwas" ], [ "The PSD was vitally interested in the whole McGuire project. Robots of\n McGuire's complexity had been built before; the robot that runs the", "McGuire was different. In the first place, he was mobile. He was in\n command of a spacecraft. In a sense, he\nwas", "And that made McGuire more than somewhat difficult to deal with.\nFor more than a century, robotocists have been trying to build Asimov's", "With the first six models of the McGuire ships, the robotocists\n attempted to build in the Three Laws exactly as stated. And the first\n six went insane.", "traffic patterns of the American Eastern Seaboard is just as capable\n as McGuire when it comes to handling a tremendous number of variables\n and making decisions on them. But that robot didn't have to be given", "of a group, we can certainly define an individual. We'll pick one\n responsible person and build McGuire so that he will take orders only\n from that person.\"", "That meant that McGuire had to understand English, and, since there has\n to be feedback in communication, he had to be able to speak it as well.", "\"It seems,\" he went on, \"that McGuire refuses to allow his brain to\n be tampered with. The self-preservation 'instinct' has come to the", "He took another sip of Madeira. \"The robotocists at Viking tell\n me that, in order to prevent any further ... ah ... sabotage by", "the McGuire-type ships to put Viking Spacecraft ahead of every other\n spacecraft company in the System.\" He looked suddenly very grim and\n very determined. \"Mr. Oak, I am\ncertain", "So the seventh model had been modified. The present McGuire's brain was\n impressed with slight modifications of the First and Second Laws.", "\"As I understand it, the problem of defining the term 'human being'\n unambiguously to a robot is still unsolved. The robotocists felt that", "Second Law: A robot shall obey the orders of a human being, except\n when such orders conflict with the First Law\n.", "important I was to a certain spaceship named McGuire.\nWhen I finally caught the beam from Ceres and set my flitterboat down\n on the huge landing field that had been carved from the nickel-iron", "My sarcasm didn't faze him in the least. \"Rhetorical. It follows that\n you are the only man whose orders McGuire will obey.\"", "hadn't for a while.\" He chuckled wryly. \"We went all out to keep the\n McGuires safe, and all the time the boss' daughter was giving them the", "unauthorized persons, the MGYR-7 was constructed so that, after\n activation, the first man who addressed orders to it would thenceforth\n be considered its ... ah ... master.", "they failed to see that it would be necessary. Only by completely\n draining McGuire's memory banks and refilling them with new data can\n this bias be eliminated.\"", "robotocists at Viking. When the MGYR-8 is finally built, I want it to\n be the prototype for a fast, safe, functional robot spaceship that can", "\"Your robotocists can change that,\" I said. This time, I was giving him\n my version of \"genuine\" innocence.\n [7]" ], [ "inadvertently sabotaged McGuire. You were commissioned to prevent\n sabotage, Mr. Oak, and I'm afraid that you abrogated your contract.\"", "\"Mr. Oak,\" he said heavily, \"I am not a fool, regardless of what your\n own impression may be. If I were trying to get back that fee, I would\n hardly offer to pay you another one.\"", "\"Now, it appears that\nyou\n, Mr. Oak, were the first man to speak to\n McGuire after he had been activated. Is that correct?\"", "That meant that McGuire had to understand English, and, since there has\n to be feedback in communication, he had to be able to speak it as well.", "hadn't for a while.\" He chuckled wryly. \"We went all out to keep the\n McGuires safe, and all the time the boss' daughter was giving them the", "\"I am. Ravenhurst is sore at you personally because you showed him\n that Jack was responsible for the McGuire sabotage. It's an irrational", "explained all that to him two weeks before, when I'd brought McGuire\n and the girl here, so that Ravenhurst would have a chance to cover up\n what had really happened.", "My sarcasm didn't faze him in the least. \"Rhetorical. It follows that\n you are the only man whose orders McGuire will obey.\"", "McGuire was different. In the first place, he was mobile. He was in\n command of a spacecraft. In a sense, he\nwas", "He put his drink on the table. \"Oak, I want you to help me.\" His\n onyx-brown eyes, only a shade darker than his skin, looked directly", "the McGuire-type ships to put Viking Spacecraft ahead of every other\n spacecraft company in the System.\" He looked suddenly very grim and\n very determined. \"Mr. Oak, I am\ncertain", "of a group, we can certainly define an individual. We'll pick one\n responsible person and build McGuire so that he will take orders only\n from that person.\"", "\"Oak,\" he said, \"I wanted to intercept you before you went to the plant\n because I want you to know that there may be trouble.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah? What kind?\" Sometimes it's a pain to play ignorant.", "be turned out commercially. You can be of great service, Mr. Oak.\"", "\"Mr. Oak, you have caused me considerable trouble.\"\n\n\n \"I thought we'd hashed all that out, Mr. Ravenhurst,\" I said, keeping\n my voice level.", "the McGuire experiment, he stood a good chance of losing his position\n as manager. If that happened some of his other managerial contracts\n might be canceled, too. Things like that can begin to snowball, and", "\"It seems,\" he went on, \"that McGuire refuses to allow his brain to\n be tampered with. The self-preservation 'instinct' has come to the", "\"Now wait a minute,\" I said, still playing ignorant, \"I thought we'd\n pretty well established that the 'sabotage' of the McGuire series was", "\"Have a good trip, Oak?\" he asked, trying to put a smile on his\n scarred, battered face.", "\"There are two very good reasons,\" he said. And there was a shade of\n anger in his tone. \"In the first place, that sort of operation takes" ], [ "Ravenhurst was smart, all right; it was just that, when it came to\n personal relationships, he wasn't very wise.", "Ravenhurst was one of the smartest operators in the Belt, but when it\n came to personal relationships, he was utterly incompetent. He could\n make anyone dislike him without trying.", "A man has to be a good actor to be\n a competent double agent, and I didn't want Ravenhurst to know that I\n knew a great deal more about the problem than he did.", "\"It seems you have a point there, Mr. Ravenhurst.\" He'd hired me\n because things were shaky at Viking. If he lost too much more money on", "\"I am. Ravenhurst is sore at you personally because you showed him\n that Jack was responsible for the McGuire sabotage. It's an irrational", "[27]\n you because\nyou're\nworking for\n Ravenhurst. But since we may need each other, and since we're both", "explained all that to him two weeks before, when I'd brought McGuire\n and the girl here, so that Ravenhurst would have a chance to cover up\n what had really happened.", "Ravenhurst might find himself out of the managerial business entirely.", "Colonel Harrington Brock was dressed in the black-and-gold \"union\n suit\" that was the uniform of Ravenhurst's Security Guard. My own was", "Jack Ravenhurst's fault. She was the one who was driving them nuts, not\n Thurston's agents.\"", "I decided I might as well observe the pleasantries. There was no point\n in my getting nasty until he did. \"Thank you, Mr. Ravenhurst, I will.\"", "Ravenhurst had evolved a technique from long years of practice.\n He tilted the glass and the bottle toward each other, their edges", "\"Mr. Oak, you have caused me considerable trouble.\"\n\n\n \"I thought we'd hashed all that out, Mr. Ravenhurst,\" I said, keeping\n my voice level.", "I'd been in Ravenhurst's office on the mountain-sized planetoid called\n Raven's Rest only twice before. The third time was no better; Shalimar", "I could almost see Shalimar Ravenhurst suddenly exploding and adding\n his own touch of color to the room.", "working for Ravenhurst, there would be no conflict of interest if we\n co-operate.", "dislike, and I am not going to let it interfere with my job. I'm going\n to protect Ravenhurst's interests to the best of my ability, and that", "\"Well, let's look at it this way: You can't hire me because I'm already\n working for Ravenhurst; I can't hire", "I took the glass he offered me (Careful! Don't slosh!) and sipped at\n it. Using squirt tubes would have been a hell of a lot easier and\n neater, but Ravenhurst liked to do things his way.", "[22]\n pocket because I couldn't possibly justify it from\n operating funds. Ravenhurst specifically told me that he doesn't want" ] ]

[ "What was the Smithson Institute's purpose in the asteroid field?", "Why did Terry tell Phyfe their archaeological discovery should not be transferred to Earth immediately?", "What was an indication on Earth that Dreyer's theory was correct?", "What was the main reason the gemlike artifact was such a significant find from Terry's point of view?", "Why did Del so desperately want to stay away from Earth?", "What were the implications of the writings on the gemlike artifact?", "What did the discovery of the gemlike artifact reveal to Del about archeologists?", "What was the relationship between Illia Morov and Delmar Underwood?", "Why had Delmar not gone to Venus to escape Earth?" ]

[ [ "Locating and apprehending the gemlike artifact. ", "To discover new alien species.", "The establishment of new colonies for humans to escape to once Earth became inhabitable.", "Discovering and analyzing the remains of an ancient alien civilization." ], [ "He was worried about the stress the artifact would undergo due to the thermal transfer it would experience coming into contact with normal Earth temperature.", "He privately wanted more time to examine it.", "He was worried that the artifact would not survive the transition from space to the Earth's atmosphere.", "He knew that the sheer mass of the object would make it very difficult to transport." ], [ "Presidents, governors, dictators, and more were being replaced by governments led by small militia groups.", "The population of Earth no longer trusted anyone in a position of leadership.", "Mass anarchy had led to a situation where there were no longer any governments on Earth.", "\"Head men\" had been surfacing with greater regularity as leaders of countries, cities, and states around the world." ], [ "It represented a touchstone in the history of archeology; they would have to contend with a civilization more advanced or just as advanced as humanity.", "It represented perhaps the oldest-known relic ever to be discovered in the history of archeology.", "It was the remnants of a highly intelligent alien species that could possibly help humans learn more about their own history.", "It was completely impervious to human instruments they tried to use to dislodge it and to examine it." ], [ "He felt some mysterious pull to explore the asteroid fields.", "He did not approve of the current leadership of the majority of governments around the world. ", "The situation had devolved to such a state that he no longer felt it was habitable.", "He wanted to avoid serious conversations with Illia about their future." ], [ "The fact that Terry had not been able to see them revealed he was losing his touch as an archeologist.", "They could only be seen by a civilization with technology advanced enough to see them.", "They indicated an alien civilization far more advanced than humankind.", "It was a message revealing how to open the artifact and discover what lay buried within its chambers." ], [ "They were a silly bunch, not to be taken seriously.", "He finally grasped their sense of wonder in the face of discovery.", "They understood far more about ancient civilizations than he could ever hope to through his own profession.", "He realized their science was far more complex than he had given them credit for." ], [ "They were romantically involved, although the specifics of their romance are not clear.", "They were a married, scientist couple who worked from different laboratories.", "They were scientific peers, often sharing discoveries with one another.", "They were purely business associates, both employed by the Smithson Institute." ], [ "The Venusian colonies were ill-equipped to support life at the time he decided to accept the mission with the Smithson Institute.", "Their scientific resources were limited.", "Venus was becoming overcrowded with fellow physicists. ", "He anticipated many of the same problems Earth faced would soon begin to surface on Venus." ] ]

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[ [ "The monumental task of exploration had been undertaken more than a\n generation ago by the Smithson Institute. Though always handicapped by\n shortage of funds, they had managed to keep at least one ship in the\n field as a permanent expedition.", "Lavoisier\nwallowed cautiously\n through the asteroid fields. Aboard the laboratory ship few of the\n members of the permanent Smithson Asteroidal Expedition were aware", "As the scooter approached closer to the asteroid, Underwood could\n glimpse the strangeness of the thing. It looked as if it had been", "Twenty minutes later they hove in sight of the small, black asteroid\n that glistened in the faint light of the faraway Sun. The spacesuited", "just before he got the offer of Chief Physicist with the Smithson\n Institute expedition in the asteroid fields. He wondered now what he'd\n have done if the offer hadn't come.", "At last, the two groups approached each other from opposite sides of\n the asteroid and joined forces in shearing off the last of the debris.", "\"It's beautiful!\" murmured Phyfe in worshipping awe. \"Wonderful. The\n most magnificent find in a century of asteroidal archeology. We must\n make arrangements for its transfer to Earth at once.\"", "Underwood. Will you please take the ship to the vicinity of Asteroid\n C-428 as quickly as possible?\"", "The scooter slowed as Del Underwood guided it near the surface of the\n asteroid. It touched gently and he unstrapped himself and stepped off.", "\"Asteroid C-428. It's about 2,000 miles from you. And bring all the\n hard-rock mining tools you've got. We can't get into this thing.\"", "It took the better part of an hour to chip and drill away samples to be\n used in a dating attempt. Then the intense fire of the Atom Stream was\n turned upon the remainder of the asteroid to clear it.", "Dr. Phyfe, leader of the present group, was probably the greatest\n student of asteroidal archeology in the System. The younger", "of the asteroid belt. But Bode's Law had never been accepted by\n astronomers—until interstellar archeology discovered the artifacts of\n a civilization on many of the asteroids.", "Underwood was already in the scooter lock, astride the little\n spacescooter which they used for transportation between ships of the\n expedition and between asteroids.", "Earth. If Congress should cut the Institute's funds, you'd be dropped\n right back where you were. You can't get away.\"", "whenever anything from the smallest machined fragment of metal to the\n greatest stone monuments were found. If they had obeyed, he would have\n done nothing but travel from asteroid to asteroid over hundreds of", "Soundlessly and invisibly, the distortion fields leaped into\n space about the massive laboratory ship and the\nLavoisier\nmoved", "was very small. After I found the Atom Stream wouldn't touch it, I was\n overanxious to undercover it. I didn't realize I'd have to burn away\n the whole surface of the asteroid.\"", "They headed towards the equipment platform, floating in free space,\n from which Mason, one of the Senior Physicists, was directing\n operations. Mason signaled for the radiations to be cut off as the men\n approached.", "beneath their feet, and to what alien purpose. Its black, impenetrable\n surfaces spoke of excellent mechanical skill, and a high science that\n could create a material refractory to the Atom Stream. Who, a half" ], [ "\"It's beautiful!\" murmured Phyfe in worshipping awe. \"Wonderful. The\n most magnificent find in a century of asteroidal archeology. We must\n make arrangements for its transfer to Earth at once.\"", "But Phyfe had landed, and as he dismounted from the scooter, he stood\n in awe. Terry, standing close to him, thought he saw tears in the old\n man's eyes through the helmet of the spaceship.", ".\"\nCHAPTER TWO\nPhyfe remained near the site as Underwood and Terry set their crew to\n the routine task of weighing, measuring, and photographing the object,", "Underwood didn't get it until he caught Terry's wink behind Phyfe's\n back. Once it left space and went into the museum laboratory, Terry", "Terry and Underwood grinned at each other. Phyfe reprimanded every\n archeologist on the expedition for not notifying him immediately", "As they shut off the fearful Atom Streams, the scientists turned to\n look back at the thing they had cleared.\nTerry said quietly, \"See why I'm an archeologist?\"", "of a material impervious to the Atom Stream is wrong, you'd better get\n a good alibi. Phyfe had some work he wanted to do aboard today.\"", "Terry answered. \"We don't know. I asked Dr. Underwood's assistance in\n uncovering the artifact. If it caused you any difficulty, I'm sorry;", "\"I think Doctor Bernard has a good point,\" said Underwood. \"I would\n advise leaving the artifact here in space until a thorough examination\n has been made. After all, we have every facility aboard the\nLavoisier\nthat is available on Earth.\"", "\"Not much. Terry found some new evidence of Stroid III. Phyfe has a\n new scrap of metal with inscriptions, and they've found something that", "The spell was broken at last by a movement across the heavens.\n Underwood glanced up. \"Papa Phyfe's coming on the warpath. I'll bet\n he's ready to trim my ears for taking the lab ship without his consent.\"", "it's my fault.\"\n\"Pah!\" said Phyfe. \"A thing like this is of utmost importance. You\n should have notified me immediately.\"", "\"Personally, I think they were ahead of us,\" said Terry. \"And do you\n see what that means to us archeologists? It's the first time in the", "\"Very well,\" said Phyfe. \"You may proceed in charge of the physical\n examination of the find, Doctor Underwood. You, Doctor Bernard, will be", "\"Plenty. Can you come over for a while? I think we've really got\n something here.\"\n\n\n \"It'd better be good. We're taking the ship to Phyfe. Where are you?\"", "\"If I may make a suggestion,\" said Terry, \"you recall that some of the\n artifacts have not survived so well. Decay in many instances has set\n in—\"", "Dr. Phyfe, leader of the present group, was probably the greatest\n student of asteroidal archeology in the System. The younger", "of space for lost kingdoms and races. This object which Terry had\n discovered was a magnificent artifact. He wondered how long it had\n circled the Sun since the intelligence that formed it had died. He", "\"I thought Doctor Phyfe—\"\n\n\n \"I'll answer for it. Please move the vessel.\"", "\"We'd better be on the lookout for a soft spot.\" Terry suggested. \"It's\n possible this thing isn't homogeneous, and Papa Phyfe would be very" ], [ "The spell was broken at last by a movement across the heavens.\n Underwood glanced up. \"Papa Phyfe's coming on the warpath. I'll bet\n he's ready to trim my ears for taking the lab ship without his consent.\"", "that they were in motion. Living in the field one or two years at\n a time, there was little that they were conscious of except the\n half-million-year-old culture whose scattered fragments surrounded them", "group. These functions have never in the past been developed in the\n individual so that he could stand alone in control of his own ego. But\n it's coming—that's the whole import of Dreyer's work.\"", "\"Something\ndid\nhappen. Did you see it?\" Underwood extended the\n photograph with the mechanical fingers of the spacesuit. Mason held it", "The only contact with Earth at the moment was the radio link by which\n Dr. Delmar Underwood was calling Dr. Illia Morov at Terrestrial Medical\n Central.", "\"It's beautiful!\" murmured Phyfe in worshipping awe. \"Wonderful. The\n most magnificent find in a century of asteroidal archeology. We must\n make arrangements for its transfer to Earth at once.\"", "But Phyfe had landed, and as he dismounted from the scooter, he stood\n in awe. Terry, standing close to him, thought he saw tears in the old\n man's eyes through the helmet of the spaceship.", "\"You forget that I don't quite accept Dreyer's theories. To me this is\n nothing but a rotting structure that is finally collapsing from its own\n inner decay. I can't see anything positive evolving out of it.\"", "Earth. If Congress should cut the Institute's funds, you'd be dropped\n right back where you were. You can't get away.\"", "The monumental task of exploration had been undertaken more than a\n generation ago by the Smithson Institute. Though always handicapped by\n shortage of funds, they had managed to keep at least one ship in the\n field as a permanent expedition.", "The ancient pseudo-scientific Bode's Law had indicated a missing planet\n which could easily have fitted into the Solar System in the vicinity", "Where was he wrong? The past year, since he had joined the expedition\n as Chief Physicist, was like paradise compared with living in the", "\"Rather doubtfully, but the indications are around half a million\n years.\"\n\n\n \"That checks with what we know about the Stroids.\"", "Dreyer called it a futile search for a 'head man' by a people who would\n no longer trust any of their own kind to be 'head man.' And Underwood\n dared not trust that glib explanation.", "moved\n effortlessly through the void. Its perfect inertia controls left no\n evidence of its motion apparent to the occupants with the exception of\n the navigators and pilots. The hundreds of delicate pieces of equipment", "It was the same news he had heard six months ago. It would be the same\n again tomorrow and next month. The story of a planet repudiating all", "whenever anything from the smallest machined fragment of metal to the\n greatest stone monuments were found. If they had obeyed, he would have\n done nothing but travel from asteroid to asteroid over hundreds of", "\"Not a thing except that one,\" said Terry. \"It looks like a message\n intended only for someone who knew what frequency would make it\n visible.\"", "The pilot jockeyed the\nLavoisier\nas near as safely desirable, then\n signaled Underwood. The physicist pressed the control that opened", "of space for lost kingdoms and races. This object which Terry had\n discovered was a magnificent artifact. He wondered how long it had\n circled the Sun since the intelligence that formed it had died. He" ], [ "Underwood and Terry glanced at it. The picture was of the huge,\n gemlike artifact, but a number of the facets seemed to be covered with\n intricate markings of short, wavy lines.", "of space for lost kingdoms and races. This object which Terry had\n discovered was a magnificent artifact. He wondered how long it had\n circled the Sun since the intelligence that formed it had died. He", "\"If so, its value ought to be enough to balance the Terrestrial budget.\n I'm still convinced that it must be an artifact, though its material", "Terry answered. \"We don't know. I asked Dr. Underwood's assistance in\n uncovering the artifact. If it caused you any difficulty, I'm sorry;", "The gemlike structure beneath their feet glistened like polished ebony.\n It caught the distant stars in its thousand facets and cast them until\n it gleamed as if with infinite lights of its own.", "\"Not a thing except that one,\" said Terry. \"It looks like a message\n intended only for someone who knew what frequency would make it\n visible.\"", "\"It's beautiful!\" murmured Phyfe in worshipping awe. \"Wonderful. The\n most magnificent find in a century of asteroidal archeology. We must\n make arrangements for its transfer to Earth at once.\"", "like a black jewel in the sky. He became instantly once more the eager\n archeologist instead of expedition administrator, a role he filled with\n irritation.", "\"Personally, I think they were ahead of us,\" said Terry. \"And do you\n see what that means to us archeologists? It's the first time in the", "The exposed half was a shining thing of ebony, whose planes and angles\n were machined with mathematical exactness. It looked as if there were\n at least a thousand individual facets on the one hemisphere alone.", "As they shut off the fearful Atom Streams, the scientists turned to\n look back at the thing they had cleared.\nTerry said quietly, \"See why I'm an archeologist?\"", "from the face of the little old scientist and he regarded the find with\n humility and awe. \"It's beautiful,\" he murmured again, \"\nbeautiful\n.\"", "\"If I may make a suggestion,\" said Terry, \"you recall that some of the\n artifacts have not survived so well. Decay in many instances has set\n in—\"", "\"Good idea,\" Terry agreed. \"I should have thought of that, but when\n I first found the single outcropping of machined metal, I figured it", "thinking—what if this should turn out to be merely a natural gem\n from the interior of the planet, maybe formed at the time of its\n destruction, but at least an entirely natural object rather than an", "At the sight of it, Underwood could almost understand the thrill of\n discovery that impelled these archeologists to delve in the mysteries", "\"It's—beautiful,\" said Underwood. \"Have you any clue to what it is?\"\n\n\n \"Not a thing. No marks of any kind on it.\"", "\"Terry! You fool, what do you want? Why didn't you say it was you? I\n thought maybe it was that elephant-foot Maynes, with chunks of mica\n that he thought were prayer sticks.\"", "biting fire cut between the gemlike artifact and the metallic alloys\n that coated it. The alloys cracked and fell away in large chunks,", "Underwood didn't get it until he caught Terry's wink behind Phyfe's\n back. Once it left space and went into the museum laboratory, Terry" ], [ "desperately. Too many have run away already. They say the Venusian\n colonies are booming, but I told you a year ago that simply running\n away wouldn't work. I thought by now you would have found it out for", "you don't want to stay and marry me, then you can go back and I won't\n say another word.\"\nShe shook her head in firm decision. \"Earth needs its scientists", "The only contact with Earth at the moment was the radio link by which\n Dr. Delmar Underwood was calling Dr. Illia Morov at Terrestrial Medical\n Central.", "The scooter slowed as Del Underwood guided it near the surface of the\n asteroid. It touched gently and he unstrapped himself and stepped off.", "unstable, irresponsible society existing on Earth. He knew it was a\n purely neurotic reaction, this desire to escape. But application of\n that label solved nothing, explained nothing—and carried no stigma.", "Earth. If Congress should cut the Institute's funds, you'd be dropped\n right back where you were. You can't get away.\"", "\"You can't escape your own culture, Del. Why, the expedition that\n provided the opportunity for you to become a hermit is dependent on", "It was the same news he had heard six months ago. It would be the same\n again tomorrow and next month. The story of a planet repudiating all", "\"I think Doctor Bernard has a good point,\" said Underwood. \"I would\n advise leaving the artifact here in space until a thorough examination\n has been made. After all, we have every facility aboard the\nLavoisier\nthat is available on Earth.\"", "\"And I told you a year ago,\" Underwood said flatly, \"that the only\n possible choice of a sane man is escape.\"", "day. I ran away. If the whole mess back on Earth is like a bunch of\n horn blowers tootling above your apartment, I say move, and why make", "reasonably law-abiding. Do likewise, Brother Del, and you'll live\n longer, or at least more happily.\"\nUnderwood grinned in the blinding glare of the Atom Stream. He wished", "The spell was broken at last by a movement across the heavens.\n Underwood glanced up. \"Papa Phyfe's coming on the warpath. I'll bet\n he's ready to trim my ears for taking the lab ship without his consent.\"", "\"It's beautiful!\" murmured Phyfe in worshipping awe. \"Wonderful. The\n most magnificent find in a century of asteroidal archeology. We must\n make arrangements for its transfer to Earth at once.\"", "\"There's more peace and contentment out here than I'd ever dreamed of\n finding. I want you to come out here, Illia. Come out for a month. If", "\"There are always the Venusian colonies.\"\n\n\n \"You know it's impossible to exist there independent of Earth.\"", "whenever anything from the smallest machined fragment of metal to the\n greatest stone monuments were found. If they had obeyed, he would have\n done nothing but travel from asteroid to asteroid over hundreds of", "there rang the ancient memories of a planet vibrant with life, a\n planet of strange tongues and unknown songs—a planet that had died\n so violently that space was yet strewn with its remains—so violently", "that it is those of you in the physical sciences who are fleeing in\n the greatest numbers. The Venusian colonies must have a wonderful time\n with physicists trampling each other to get away from it all—and Earth", "But Phyfe had landed, and as he dismounted from the scooter, he stood\n in awe. Terry, standing close to him, thought he saw tears in the old\n man's eyes through the helmet of the spaceship." ], [ "Underwood and Terry glanced at it. The picture was of the huge,\n gemlike artifact, but a number of the facets seemed to be covered with\n intricate markings of short, wavy lines.", "The gemlike structure beneath their feet glistened like polished ebony.\n It caught the distant stars in its thousand facets and cast them until\n it gleamed as if with infinite lights of its own.", "The exposed half was a shining thing of ebony, whose planes and angles\n were machined with mathematical exactness. It looked as if there were\n at least a thousand individual facets on the one hemisphere alone.", "\"It's—beautiful,\" said Underwood. \"Have you any clue to what it is?\"\n\n\n \"Not a thing. No marks of any kind on it.\"", "biting fire cut between the gemlike artifact and the metallic alloys\n that coated it. The alloys cracked and fell away in large chunks,", "thinking—what if this should turn out to be merely a natural gem\n from the interior of the planet, maybe formed at the time of its\n destruction, but at least an entirely natural object rather than an", "like a black jewel in the sky. He became instantly once more the eager\n archeologist instead of expedition administrator, a role he filled with\n irritation.", "of space for lost kingdoms and races. This object which Terry had\n discovered was a magnificent artifact. He wondered how long it had\n circled the Sun since the intelligence that formed it had died. He", "from the face of the little old scientist and he regarded the find with\n humility and awe. \"It's beautiful,\" he murmured again, \"\nbeautiful\n.\"", "Underwood stared closer at the thing. \"What the devil are those? We\n took pictures of every facet previously and there was nothing like\n this. Get me an enlargement of these.\"", "in a light and stared at it. \"We didn't see a thing like that. And we\n couldn't have missed it.\" He turned to the members of the crew. \"Anyone\n see this writing on the thing?\"", "beneath their feet, and to what alien purpose. Its black, impenetrable\n surfaces spoke of excellent mechanical skill, and a high science that\n could create a material refractory to the Atom Stream. Who, a half", "\"It's beautiful!\" murmured Phyfe in worshipping awe. \"Wonderful. The\n most magnificent find in a century of asteroidal archeology. We must\n make arrangements for its transfer to Earth at once.\"", "\"If so, its value ought to be enough to balance the Terrestrial budget.\n I'm still convinced that it must be an artifact, though its material", "\"It would be the largest crystal formation ever encountered, and\n the most perfect. I'd say the chances of its natural formation are\n negligible.\"", "\"Let's go out and have a look,\" said Underwood. He grasped the\n photograph and noted the numbers of the facets on which the characters\n appeared.", "whenever anything from the smallest machined fragment of metal to the\n greatest stone monuments were found. If they had obeyed, he would have\n done nothing but travel from asteroid to asteroid over hundreds of", "\"Not a thing except that one,\" said Terry. \"It looks like a message\n intended only for someone who knew what frequency would make it\n visible.\"", "\"Well, use the Atom Stream, then. It probably won't hurt the artifact.\"\n\n\n \"I'll say it won't. It won't even warm the thing up. Any other ideas?\"", "the artifacts we've discovered. But they seem to have had a suitable\n atmosphere of oxygen diluted with appropriate inert gases.\"\nThey were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a laboratory" ], [ "At the sight of it, Underwood could almost understand the thrill of\n discovery that impelled these archeologists to delve in the mysteries", "like a black jewel in the sky. He became instantly once more the eager\n archeologist instead of expedition administrator, a role he filled with\n irritation.", "Underwood had always thought of archeologists as befogged antiquarians\n poking among ancient graves and rubbish heaps, but now he knew them", "Underwood and Terry glanced at it. The picture was of the huge,\n gemlike artifact, but a number of the facets seemed to be covered with\n intricate markings of short, wavy lines.", "Underwood grinned to himself. He said, \"Your attitude convinces me of a\n long held theory that archeology is no science. Anyway, if your story", "In their use of semantic correlations, Underwood was discovering, the\n archeologists were far ahead of the physical scientists, for they had", "As they shut off the fearful Atom Streams, the scientists turned to\n look back at the thing they had cleared.\nTerry said quietly, \"See why I'm an archeologist?\"", "The gemlike structure beneath their feet glistened like polished ebony.\n It caught the distant stars in its thousand facets and cast them until\n it gleamed as if with infinite lights of its own.", "from the face of the little old scientist and he regarded the find with\n humility and awe. \"It's beautiful,\" he murmured again, \"\nbeautiful\n.\"", "\"It's beautiful!\" murmured Phyfe in worshipping awe. \"Wonderful. The\n most magnificent find in a century of asteroidal archeology. We must\n make arrangements for its transfer to Earth at once.\"", "of space for lost kingdoms and races. This object which Terry had\n discovered was a magnificent artifact. He wondered how long it had\n circled the Sun since the intelligence that formed it had died. He", "that they were in motion. Living in the field one or two years at\n a time, there was little that they were conscious of except the\n half-million-year-old culture whose scattered fragments surrounded them", "\"Personally, I think they were ahead of us,\" said Terry. \"And do you\n see what that means to us archeologists? It's the first time in the", "whenever anything from the smallest machined fragment of metal to the\n greatest stone monuments were found. If they had obeyed, he would have\n done nothing but travel from asteroid to asteroid over hundreds of", "methods of the physical sciences, he had long fought against the\n fascination of the immense puzzles which the archeologists were trying\n to solve, but no man could long escape. In the quiet, starlit blackness", "thinking—what if this should turn out to be merely a natural gem\n from the interior of the planet, maybe formed at the time of its\n destruction, but at least an entirely natural object rather than an", "mad if we burned it up after making such a find.\"\nFrom behind his heavy shield which protected him from the stray\n radiation formed by the Atom Stream, Delmar Underwood watched the", "The exposed half was a shining thing of ebony, whose planes and angles\n were machined with mathematical exactness. It looked as if there were\n at least a thousand individual facets on the one hemisphere alone.", "archeologist, Terry nevertheless did not take himself too seriously. He\n did not even mind Underwood's constant assertion that archeology was\n no science. He maintained that it was fun, and that was all that was", "biting fire cut between the gemlike artifact and the metallic alloys\n that coated it. The alloys cracked and fell away in large chunks," ], [ "Illia Morov's eyes grew narrow in puzzlement as she looked at Underwood\n with utter incomprehension. \"Doesn't it matter at all that the race is", "\"I suppose so. Well, it was nice of you to call, Del. I'm always glad\n to hear you. Don't wait so long next time.\"\n\n\n \"Illia—\"", "The only contact with Earth at the moment was the radio link by which\n Dr. Delmar Underwood was calling Dr. Illia Morov at Terrestrial Medical\n Central.", "Underwood watched the white fire of the Atom Stream through the lead\n glass of the eye-protecting lenses. \"I talked to Illia today,\" he said.\n \"She says I've run away.\"", "reasonably law-abiding. Do likewise, Brother Del, and you'll live\n longer, or at least more happily.\"\nUnderwood grinned in the blinding glare of the Atom Stream. He wished", "life were as simple as Terry would have him believe. Maybe it would be,\n he thought—if it weren't for Illia.", "Terry sensed something of Underwood's awe in his silence as he\n approached. \"What do you think of it, Del?\"", "\"Still the confirmed hermit?\" Illia's eyes lost some of their banter,\n but none of their tenderness.", "mad if we burned it up after making such a find.\"\nFrom behind his heavy shield which protected him from the stray\n radiation formed by the Atom Stream, Delmar Underwood watched the", "Illia to be convinced—along with your own conscience.\"", "Dreyer called it a futile search for a 'head man' by a people who would\n no longer trust any of their own kind to be 'head man.' And Underwood\n dared not trust that glib explanation.", "\"There's more peace and contentment out here than I'd ever dreamed of\n finding. I want you to come out here, Illia. Come out for a month. If", "The scooter slowed as Del Underwood guided it near the surface of the\n asteroid. It touched gently and he unstrapped himself and stepped off.", "\"You, Underwood!\" His voice came harshly through the phones. \"I demand\n an explanation of—\"", "Illia's blonde, precisely coiffured hair was only faintly golden\n against, the stark white of her surgeons' gown, which she still wore", "The voice of Terry Bernard burst into the room. \"Hey, Del! Are you\n going to get rid of that hangover and answer your phone or should we\n embalm the remains and ship 'em back?\"", "\"You can't escape your own culture, Del. Why, the expedition that\n provided the opportunity for you to become a hermit is dependent on", "The spell was broken at last by a movement across the heavens.\n Underwood glanced up. \"Papa Phyfe's coming on the warpath. I'll bet\n he's ready to trim my ears for taking the lab ship without his consent.\"", "Underwood was already in the scooter lock, astride the little\n spacescooter which they used for transportation between ships of the\n expedition and between asteroids.", "\"Something\ndid\nhappen. Did you see it?\" Underwood extended the\n photograph with the mechanical fingers of the spacesuit. Mason held it" ], [ "desperately. Too many have run away already. They say the Venusian\n colonies are booming, but I told you a year ago that simply running\n away wouldn't work. I thought by now you would have found it out for", "\"There are always the Venusian colonies.\"\n\n\n \"You know it's impossible to exist there independent of Earth.\"", "leading scientists. Most of them went to the jungle lands of Venus. The\n scientific limitations of such a frontier existence had kept Underwood\n from joining the Venusian colonies, but he'd been very close to going", "any fuss about it? I'd probably join the boys on Venus myself if my job\n didn't keep me out here. Of course it's different with you. There's", "\"You can't escape your own culture, Del. Why, the expedition that\n provided the opportunity for you to become a hermit is dependent on", "that it is those of you in the physical sciences who are fleeing in\n the greatest numbers. The Venusian colonies must have a wonderful time\n with physicists trampling each other to get away from it all—and Earth", "The only contact with Earth at the moment was the radio link by which\n Dr. Delmar Underwood was calling Dr. Illia Morov at Terrestrial Medical\n Central.", "Earth. If Congress should cut the Institute's funds, you'd be dropped\n right back where you were. You can't get away.\"", "The scooter slowed as Del Underwood guided it near the surface of the\n asteroid. It touched gently and he unstrapped himself and stepped off.", "you don't want to stay and marry me, then you can go back and I won't\n say another word.\"\nShe shook her head in firm decision. \"Earth needs its scientists", "unstable, irresponsible society existing on Earth. He knew it was a\n purely neurotic reaction, this desire to escape. But application of\n that label solved nothing, explained nothing—and carried no stigma.", "\"And I told you a year ago,\" Underwood said flatly, \"that the only\n possible choice of a sane man is escape.\"", "\"I'm not talking about the science and technology. I'm talking about\n the social disintegration. Certainly a scientist doesn't need to take\n that with him when he's attempting to escape it.\"", "\"I think Doctor Bernard has a good point,\" said Underwood. \"I would\n advise leaving the artifact here in space until a thorough examination\n has been made. After all, we have every facility aboard the\nLavoisier\nthat is available on Earth.\"", "It was the same news he had heard six months ago. It would be the same\n again tomorrow and next month. The story of a planet repudiating all", "reasonably law-abiding. Do likewise, Brother Del, and you'll live\n longer, or at least more happily.\"\nUnderwood grinned in the blinding glare of the Atom Stream. He wished", "whenever anything from the smallest machined fragment of metal to the\n greatest stone monuments were found. If they had obeyed, he would have\n done nothing but travel from asteroid to asteroid over hundreds of", "The spell was broken at last by a movement across the heavens.\n Underwood glanced up. \"Papa Phyfe's coming on the warpath. I'll bet\n he's ready to trim my ears for taking the lab ship without his consent.\"", "day. I ran away. If the whole mess back on Earth is like a bunch of\n horn blowers tootling above your apartment, I say move, and why make", "mad if we burned it up after making such a find.\"\nFrom behind his heavy shield which protected him from the stray\n radiation formed by the Atom Stream, Delmar Underwood watched the" ] ]

[ "Why does the author describe The Bone Collector as \"yummy\"?", "Why does the third act of Being John Malkovich fail according to the author?", "Why was John Malkovich a brilliant choice for the subject of Kaufman's movie?", "Why does the author think people will be angry about The Insider?", "What is The Bone Collector's saving grace?", "Why does the reviewer think Mann had his hands tied legally?", "What is the central anxiety of Being John Malkovich?", "Why is it strange that The Insider doesn't bring up Lawrence Tisch?", "How is the reviewer's discussion of Cameron Diaz and Angelina Jolie in their separate roles similar?" ]

[ [ "The narrative twists and turns are so thrilling and captivating they could only be described as \"yummy.\"", "The adjective refers to Denzel Washington's gripping performance.", "It is an ironic assessment reflecting the film's graphic violence.", "Because it features Angelina Jolie, an actress about whose physical appearance he frequently gushes over." ], [ "Cusack's portrayal of Craig Schwartz is too bombastic and twisted and starts to become unbelievable.", "Spike Jonze invokes Invasion of the Body Snatchers, which feels a bit too on-the-nose for the reviewer.", "The reviewer thinks Kaufman goes too far when John Malkovich descends into his own mind.", "He tries to bring closure to an insane narrative that does not require one." ], [ "He typically plays emotionally restrained characters, so his vulnerability in this film is refreshing.", "Because of his tendency to be sexually ambiguous, despite the actor's own homosexuality.", "He is a brilliant actor with long eyelashes reminiscent of Bugs Bunny.", "He is not an actor moviegoers typically envy or dream about, and he tends to stay out of the spotlight." ], [ "Because of its revelation that those in the corporate media can be bought for a few simple stock options.", "Because of its scandalous narrative involving corruption in the corporate world and the mainstream media.", "Because of the portrayal of respected journalist Mike Wallace as a prima donna and a man susceptible to the powers of corruption.", "Because of the sloppy storytelling techniques employed by director Michael Mann." ], [ "Phillip Noyce carefully oversaw the editing of the film to powerful effect.", "Angelina Jolie's turn as a former model turned cop with a \"gift\" for forensics.", "The cinematography by Dean Semler creates the proper eerie tone for a mystery film with its brackish tunnels, abandoned warehouses, and spooky images.", "Denzel Washington's performance as a quadriplegic forensic expert." ], [ "Michael Mann focuses heavily on Wigand's disclosure and portrays him as a sympathetic character, but Russel Crowe's portrayal is monotone and ignores the multiple layers of Wigand's personality.", "He was not allowed to explore the entirety of Mike Wallace's involvement, and therefore Christopher Plummer's character was left with little to do in the film.", "There are many missed opportunities to tidy up the narrative including answering questions about when Pacino's character decided Crowe's Wigand was essential to a conversation about the tobacco industry.", "He omitted key details regarding the FBI's involvement in the handling of information received by Wigand related to Brown & Williamson." ], [ "An examination of the desire to be someone else.", "The loneliness of a life lived in impotence, self-loathing, and envy.", "The stress of working in an office with literal \"low overhead\" (as in the ceiling is so low people have to bend when they walk around).", "The horror of plunging into the mind of famed actor John Malkovich." ], [ "During his company's own whistleblower trial, Tisch had testified before Congress that tobacco executives regard cigarettes as \"a nicotine delivery system.\"", "Tisch was the owner of a tobacco company, Lorilland, which was also the subject of a separate film highlighting corporate and mainstream media corruption.", "Tisch was the owner of CBS who also owned a tobacco company that conducted business with the tobacco company featured in the film.", "Tisch owned CBS, so the film's portrayal of CBS' involvement in the whistleblower case should be taken with a grain of salt." ], [ "He only analyzes their characters' actions specifically in relation to the male lead's actions.", "He discusses sex scenes from both films involving the two actresses.", "He objectifies their bodies before praising their acting skills.", "He believes both actresses do incredible work making their characters believable." ] ]

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But the film is still a piece of exploitive", "as \"a nicotine delivery system.\") The second story concerns the", "inside someone else's head. On cue, he discovers a", "has a free-association quality that turns audiences on--they love not" ], [ "John Malkovich should have ended right there, since the filmmakers", "The director, Spike Jonze (he played the skinny redneck in Three Kings ), comes to Being John Malkovich from music videos, but the movie isn't a digitized bag of tricks like Fight", "Being John Malkovich", "into the head of Malkovich and then disgorges him, after", "or being Tom Hanks, but being John Malkovich? What's", "dreams of being John Malkovich.", "to the Malkovich experience. The biggest Malkovich addict turns", "when he went through. (The head of John Malkovich??!!??)", "back. And there's no dramatic payoff with the chillingly", "real. The screenwriter, Charlie Kaufman, is a genius at finding", "B eing John", "celebrity: He exists. And Malkovich makes a wonderful Malkovich.", "a portal into the head of John Malkovich.", "communicate erotically through Malkovich's body, the film becomes a", "As Cusack's character becomes more twisted, he loses his", "climax has too many dissonances. Kaufman and Jonze end", "happening to him, Jonze and Kaufman deliver a coup de", "vessel is Malkovich might be the movie's most brilliantly", "overhead.\" That low ceiling--a constant reminder of how Craig has", "But the movie's" ], [ "celebrity: He exists. And Malkovich makes a wonderful Malkovich.", "The director, Spike Jonze (he played the skinny redneck in Three Kings ), comes to Being John Malkovich from music videos, but the movie isn't a digitized bag of tricks like Fight", "vessel is Malkovich might be the movie's most brilliantly", "dreams of being John Malkovich.", "or being Tom Hanks, but being John Malkovich? What's", "Being John Malkovich", "John Malkovich should have ended right there, since the filmmakers", "a portal into the head of John Malkovich.", "real. The screenwriter, Charlie Kaufman, is a genius at finding", "to the Malkovich experience. The biggest Malkovich addict turns", "when he went through. (The head of John Malkovich??!!??)", "into the head of Malkovich and then disgorges him, after", "communicate erotically through Malkovich's body, the film becomes a", "The actor sends up his own preening aloofness, and he", "Kaufman's protagonist,", "B eing John", "happening to him, Jonze and Kaufman deliver a coup de", "protagonist, Craig Schwartz (John Cusack), is a soulfully unkempt", "brilliantly unsettling touch, since the actor--although undeniably great--is one", "filmmakers never top that hysterical sequence. Kaufman seems to have" ], [ "get people fuming. It's about big-business mendacity and the", "threats first make Wigand think about going public. 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And in the", "Wigand from appearing to have disclosed what he disclosed too", "had legal constraints that rivaled those at 60 Minutes .", "Michael Mann, has never tried to tell a story as", "value. (Oddly unmentioned in the film is that then-owner", "through it. He's entirely dependent on Bergman, with whom he", "His instincts must have told him that hyping gags this", "half-hour he ties things up too neatly and the", "when he started writing, even knew that the protagonist would", "too opaque. What's plain, though, is that Wigand doesn't", "have written himself into a corner. In the last half-hour", "was Bergman's spilling his guts to the New York Times", "of legs. As luck would have it, they're attached to", "overhead.\" That low ceiling--a constant reminder of how Craig has", "their narrative very satisfyingly. Wigand and Bergman are both", "from the story under pressure from the corporate wing--which fears,", "The movie isn't clear on where the secret report that" ], [ "Being John Malkovich", "The director, Spike Jonze (he played the skinny redneck in Three Kings ), comes to Being John Malkovich from music videos, but the movie isn't a digitized bag of tricks like Fight", "dreams of being John Malkovich.", "a portal into the head of John Malkovich.", "into the head of Malkovich and then disgorges him, after", "or being Tom Hanks, but being John Malkovich? What's", "John Malkovich should have ended right there, since the filmmakers", "B eing John", "communicate erotically through Malkovich's body, the film becomes a", "when he went through. (The head of John Malkovich??!!??)", "to the Malkovich experience. The biggest Malkovich addict turns", "celebrity: He exists. 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[ "What does Larry contend was the reason the labor movement began?", "What is the \"two cultures\" problem?", "Why does the author invoke the \"harm principle\"?", "Why does the author believe Larry is wrong about his warnings that Internet commerce may threaten liberty?", "Why does the author appreciate Larry's theft of car radios example?", "What is the dichotomy of researchers' involvement in the development of cyberspace?", "Why does the author believe Larry focuses so heavily on the regulation aspect of cyberspace commerce?", "How does the author suggest researchers approach the contradiction of working simultaneously in private and public spaces?" ]

[ [ "It began as a response to the market's structure, which limits freedom and sometimes encourages low pay.", "It began as a movement hoping to replace the free market system. ", "It started intending to compete with the market system as a social organization.", "It started as a means of draining the market of its resources and transferring all of the power over to the people." ], [ "The dichotomies of physical space versus cyberspace.", "The conflict between understanding the Internet through an academic lens versus a legal one.", "The tension between confidentiality and First Amendment rights in an emerging digital environment.", "The persistence of the issues of privacy and defamation regarding encryption on the Internet." ], [ "To show that a unified public opinion can threaten to overrule a person's rights.", "In order to show that law back by force is always a threat to one's personal freedom.", "To question whether public opinion limits personal freedoms in the same way rule of law by force does.", "To demonstrate that regulation may become a harmful action on Internet commerce over time." ], [ "He does not believe an increase in government regulation will necessarily follow the emergence of commercial portals.", "The Internet is a homogenous entity that can stand firm against any intrusion from outside forces that may wish to regulate it.", "Whatever regulation might occur would be limited thanks to the abundance of private, public, commercial, and charitable spaces that live online.", "Just like in our physical world, the world of cyberspace can accommodate a variety of spaces that can co-exist in a competitive market." ], [ "Just like higher penalties for crimes in our physical world result in fewer crimes and less violent crimes, so will great penalties for Internet crimes yield similar results in a digital space.", "Larry's car radio theft example illustrates the ease with which one can break into a car and steal a radio with violence. The author suggests building strong counter-measures to fight back against \"violent\" Internet attacks.", "The card radio theft example provides a template for proper regulation and protection of Internet privacy: Higher penalties will reduce the number of attempts to steal confidential information and solve the problem.", "Larry contends using technology to render the radio useless after it has been stolen could potentially limit violent thefts; the author believes this principle could be applied to the Internet in regards to privacy issues." ], [ "While the commercial research community values a free market system, the greater research community understands the value of keeping research hidden to protect trade secrets.", "Academic researchers tend to give more leeway to government involvement in such matters while commercial researchers want to keep the government at arm's reach.", "Academic researchers are interested in the architecture of cyberspace while commercial researchers are interested only in its profit potential.", "While the greater research community values an open exchange of information, commercial research necessitates greater privacy to avoid competition swooping in." ], [ "Larry is passionate about this subject because he is a libertarian and is against government interference. ", "He is attempting to cast a wider net for his readership.", "He wants to ensure the model is sustainable for future generations.", "Larry's expertise is in the regulation of cyberspace commerce." ], [ "Establishing strict protocols that oversee potential losses of liberty.", "Creating regulations that examine the formation of new commercial portals to ensure they have privacy guidelines in place.", "Developing clear procedures that limit or eliminate corrupt behavior such as conflicts of interest.", "Ensuring government oversight to prevent the development of a monopoly in the world of Internet commerce." ] ]

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With researchers, the community I know best, the", "spaces on the Net, just as we do anywhere else.", "the distinctive use and regulation of cyberspace.", "explain why under the influence of commerce, cyberspace is becoming", "one that is unique to cyberspace.", "to another. And in ordinary space we have both public", "world. But many of the best researchers also have jobs", "Internet, not only as an academic but also as a", "in cyberspace. The ability to limit the number of times", "up new territory. The Net is not some single homogenous", "integrates nice examples from physical space with those from cyberspace.", "Internet as though they were outgrowths of familiar problems elsewhere.", "someone who sees the Internet as the latest advance in", "from those in the code (i.e., practices) of the Internet.", "sentiments of those within the Internet culture so that their" ], [ "explain why under the influence of commerce, cyberspace is becoming", "wrote. 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His words are ominous: \"My argument is that", "commerce results in the loss of liberty. As a member" ], [ "to another. And in ordinary space we have both public", "We can have private and public, commercial and charitable, spaces", "spaces on the Net, just as we do anywhere else.", "of information. With researchers, the community I know best, the", "researchers and hackers. And so it was. The usual ethic", "space, and it should work well in cyberspace to avoid", "public and private property, with the same individuals participating in", "world. But many of the best researchers also have jobs", "happen in cyberspace as well. Those people who wish to", "wrote. Mill, as Larry points out, did believe that public", "original architecture of cyberspace was given to us by researchers", "it by indirection. If you have an expertise in privacy", "up new territory. The Net is not some single homogenous", "integrates nice examples from physical space with those from cyberspace.", "and so architecture, or technology, works nicely in real space,", "research and commerce, and we have to develop protocols, and", "in cyberspace. The ability to limit the number of times", "Internet, not only as an academic but also as a", "suggests, \"flip\" the character of the Net. The original", "happens that the best minds are frequently used for both research" ] ]

[ "Why did Bill Clinton keep the deformed orange?", "Why could Clinton's campaign aircraft suitably be called Long Dong Silver or Monkey Business?", "Why did Clinton's aide contact Cristy Zercher in 1994?", "Why does \"The Star\" call Bill Clinton Leonardo DiCaprio's mentor?", "How did DiCaprio get a black eye?", "How are Jerry Springer and Bill Clinton similar, according to \"The Star\"? ", "Why does \"The Star\" suggest celebrities like Frank Gifford should start using trains for transportation?", "Why were Leonardo DiCaprio and Naomi Campbell in Europe together?", "Why was Mike McGrath allegedly locked in a pantry?", "Why did Clinton want to keep the story of his friends' divorce a secret?" ]

[ [ "He thought it was unique looking and wanted to share it with Cristy Zercher.", "It reminded him of a sexual organ.", "It was an odd habit of his to keep strange-looking fruits for two weeks.", "He said, \"It's one of my favorite things.\"" ], [ "Because the story was featured in \"The Star\", a famous tabloid known for crafting humorous monikers.", "The plane was a locus of his sexual exploits.", "Because the name \"Longhorn One\" was not available.", "Clinton had an unusual sense of humor, and the nicknames would have been appropriate." ], [ "Bruce Lindsey threatened her with losing her job as an executive assistant if she revealed details of the affair.", "Bruce Lindsey wanted to arrange a meeting between Zercher and Clinton.", "He wanted to encourage her to spin her encounters with Clinton as welcome.", "He wanted to remind her that her friend had told him her relationship with Clinton was entirely consensual." ], [ "They have had affairs with many of the same women over the years.", "Bill Clinton is Leonardo DiCaprio's senior, and DiCaprio looks up to him as a role model.", "Neither men are ashamed or embarrassed about their exploits.", "They share similar philosophies regarding their prolific sex lives. " ], [ "He was beaten up outside a hotel bar by Elizabeth Berkley's boyfriend.", "He hit his face on a bathroom door.", "He and his friend got into a fight with some drunk bar patrons in New York.", "He was beaten up at a hotel bar in New York." ], [ "They are both desperate in their attempts to begin sexual exploits with women.", "They both prefer to enlist the help of employees in initiating their affairs.", "Both are very famous men who use their fame to get what they want.", "They both use dumb pick-up lines." ], [ "Trains are a more romantic setting to engage in sexual activities.", "Using trains will help them stay faithful to their wives.", "Tabloids like the \"Globe\" do not use trains, and therefore would not film future sexual encounters.", "So they can participate in their affairs in the privacy of a cabin." ], [ "DiCaprio wanted to hide the fact that he was simultaneously dating an 18-year old Cuban model.", "They wanted to swim naked together in a hotel swimming pool.", "He wanted to hide his affair with Campbell from his girlfriend.", "They were traveling together as friends." ], [ "There was a very important meeting happening in the Oval Office, for which McGrath did not have the proper security clearance.", "Debra Schiff had recently appeared in tabloids and didn't want to have further exposure.", "Debra Schiff put him there so she could sleep with Clinton in private.", "He locked himself in there, not wishing to witness any \"humiliating\" behavior." ], [ "His friend had been having sex with farm animals.", "He wanted to help his friend navigate a very messy divorce.", "He realized the President of the United States should not be associated with such people.", "He did not wish to bring them humiliation by revealing their divorce to the press." ] ]

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[ "What does the author mean when they say it's tiring to always be a recipient of charity?", "Why does the writer argue that the information Africana provides doesn't actually educate?", "What is the author talking about when they reference thought-cliches?", "Why is it interesting that the speaker finds the book polished?", "What \"middlebrow\" is the author referencing throughout the passage?", "What seems to be the author's main problem with Africana?", "Why does the speaker feel that the reasoning behind black studies is anti-intellectual?", "Why does the speaker find Africana a \"waste\" of Gates' talent? " ]

[ [ "It's annoying to be pestered all the time, even if it's coming from a good place and from good will. ", "It's dehumanizing and infantilizing. They don't want to be treated as a subject, but as a person. ", "They don't understand why people view black people as targets for charity, and are annoyed by it. ", "They have no interest in philanthropy, and would rather earn than be given what they want. " ], [ "It's easily understood information, and thus doesn't really offer anything to learn from. ", "The information hasn't been thoroughly researched, as it only took 3 years to put together. ", "No one who actually wants to learn more on the topic is likley to pick up this book. ", "People aren't reading this book to engage with the topic, but to have what is essentially a dictionary to refer to. " ], [ "A thought-cliche is regurgitated information. ", "They are people's laziness causing them to avoid thinking deeply on subjects. ", "Written ideas that have already been done, yet are written about time and time again. ", "Ideas that support what a person already believes, and coddle the reader rather than challenge them. " ], [ "It speaks to the talent behind the writers, despite the complexity of the subject behind their book. ", "It shows that the speaker is much like the people they criticize, and is afraid to truly critic the book. ", "They spend so long harshly critiquing it, yet they recognize that it's well put together. ", "They didn't think the authors were capable of putting it together so nicely. " ], [ "The mediocrity that is affecting recent black intellectual work. ", "The average person and the baseline understanding of the subject. ", "The general market that Africana is appealing to. ", "The \"uneducated\", or anyone who is not considered an intellectual." ], [ "It's full of clichés and offers no new information. It's too easy to engage with. ", "It is contributing to a culture that is, as they see it, dumbing down black intellectualism. ", "It's a discredit to the authors who penned it, and their legacy of other works. ", "It's flooding the market with yet another \"encyclopedic\" book. " ], [ "They feel it focuses too much on race as a mission, rather than an individual trait. ", "They feel it's based on preserving identity, rather than asking questions and learning. ", "It's too far removed from its roots in the current time. ", "It's become too open to the public as something to contribute to. " ], [ "He has been defining the field of Black studies, and Africana does nothing to add to that. ", "They feel he's capable of much more, and this book is more about him rounding out his canon. ", "Africana is a poorly put together book, and it's disappointing to have seen it come from him. ", "They feel it took him much too long to product Africana, even with spending 4 years on it. " ] ]

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But I would think that most black-studies scholars are", "of Henry Louis Gates, black studies can, as it were,", "making it thoroughly anti-intellectual by designing and evoking certain emotional", "us who have labored in the field of black studies", "of black history and black culture--globally speaking--which is why he", "experience among an elite and the anti-intellectualization of black experience", "told by the editors. After 1970, when black studies was", "all important reasons for the existence of black studies, but", "both a strong movement toward the intellectualization of black experience", "like Africana . 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Such a book as Africana simply washes the practitioners", "Africana is bound to get a great deal of use,", "book, Gates seems to have cornered the market on black", "in the world, a book like Africana cannot help but", "like Africana . Thought-clichés are like narcotics; people love", "of speaking. Some are jealous that Gates wants this sort", "of black history and black culture--globally speaking--which is why he", "Du Bois--who exists in the field of black studies these", "Appiah only four years to produce Africana . Even with", "he is hated by Afrocentrists who take a somewhat different", "daring, Gay Appreciation Month. So, a book like Africana", "Building a canon is very important to Gates, and it", "striking reference works I have ever seen. Gates and Appiah", "produce an Africana encyclopedia, the professional jealousy he encountered,", "sort of power. Others find it unseemly. I think Gates" ] ]

[ "What kind of weapon did the government develop from Artie's remote can opener?", "What invention of Artie's could help put distilleries out of business?", "How does Artie describe the gap between what science says is possible and his own creative concepts?", "How many test flights of the anti-gravity machine are described in the story?", "What was the downside of the modification of the helical flanges?", "What role are the cornflakes meant to play in the anti-gravity machine?", "What features added to the anti-gravity machine turned it into a replicator?", "What does Artie's main concern with the version of the anti-grav machine that is spitting out bowls of cornflakes seem to be, at least initially?", "What prevented the first anti-gravity machine attempt from being able to hold position off the ground?" ]

[ [ "A device that could twist the tailpipe of a car, closing it off and preventing the car from running.", "A remote screwdriver that could take the outer door off a space ship.", "A disintegrator pistol.", "A radio-controlled home thermostat." ], [ "A contraption to change water from the ocean into a type of alcohol.", "A device that could change any plant material into a very good barrel of whiskey in less than half an hour.", "A drug with the same effects as alcohol but no ill effects on the liver.", "In his spare time, he was a social activist, and he worked to bring back Prohibition." ], [ "He says that he was impressed with the scientists who figured out the aerodynamic priniciples that control the flight of the bumblebee.", "He says that scientists eventually figure out the laws of physics that inventors can already feel in their bones.", "He says that scientists and inventors constantly spur each other on by sharing good ideas.", "He essentially says that scientists don't have any imagination, all they do is say why an idea won't work, while inventors are leading the way with their dreams." ], [ "There were so many that Artie and Burt lost count.", "It was just one test flight with a few tweaks.", "Three are described.", "Four are described." ], [ "The energy from the confined soundwaves left a path of flaming destruction out the roof and along Artie's property.", "The machine would no longer fly a straight line.", "The anti-gravity machine did not display as much lift after the holes were drilled.", "Artie couldn't hear his wife calling him for dinner." ], [ "They are supposed to serve as acoustic insulation that won't be destroyed when the anti-gravity machine is running.", "They are supposed to serve as organic ballast that the anti-gravity machine can release when it needs more lift.", "They are supposed to serve as fuel for the anti-gravity machine.", "They are supposed to serve as thermal insulation." ], [ "The combination of the addition of the cornflakes and the parabolic reflector plus trace materials left from previous flight tests.", "This was Artie's idea of a practical joke. He left a bowl of cornflakes inside the exhaust vent of the anti-gravity machine to pop out and amaze Burt.", "They added an altimeter, and the metal from it combined with the cornflakes to make the bowl and spoon.", "The cornflakes focused the sound waves in a manner that caused them to absorb materials from the surroundings and spit out perfect bowls of cornflakes." ], [ "He can't understand why the machine is making a bowl, a spoon, the cornflakes, a napkin and toothpicks, but there is no milk on the cornflakes.", "He is concerned that so many different materials may have been part ot test runs during various reconstructions that he will never be able to replicate the machine he has just made.", "He is concerned that scientists will not take his invention seriously because a machine that extrudes bowls of cornflakes is just - funny.", "He is concerned that the anti-grav machine will run out of cornflakes and the whole supersonic field holding it off the ground will collapse." ], [ "The machine did not make enough noise.", "They failed to take into account the heavier air pressure at their altitude, right at sea level.", "The syntheticizer did not work properly on the first test flight.", "Dust accumulated on the machine and pressed it back down." ] ]

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[ [ "decided that the third planet from Sol was getting a bit too powerful,\n and they started orbiting our planet with ultimatums. And while they\n were waiting for our answer, our government quietly purchased Artie's", "empty\n. Fun to watch,\n but impossible to use. Hell, Artie, if that's the setup, then this\n thing wouldn't be any more help to a space-aiming government than an", "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "class, yet, but neither were we very far out of it. And we were much\n better off than any millionaires, since Artie had persuaded the\n government to let us, in lieu of payment for another patent of his", "ear. As Artie and I became somewhat busy with screaming (the only thing\n we could think of on the spur of the moment to counteract the terrible", "Artie stared at me, then rocked off my prostrate body, convulsed in\n a fit of laughter. \"Say it silently in front of a mirror, sometime,\"", "\"You see,\" Artie explained, while I was torching them to order from\n plate metal, \"the helices will provide\nlift\nas the cones revolve.\"\n\n\n \"Only in the atmosphere of the planet,\" I said.", "Thermovil—had begun life as a small inspiration in Artie's mind for a\n portable toaster).", "Artie looked at the gadget, sitting and whistling on the floor of the\n lab, then turned a bleak-but-still-hopeful glance my way. \"Maybe—If we", "the world\". He discovers it quite a bit; something new every time.\n And, Artie having a natural mechanical aptitude that would probably", "Nothing came out, but Artie wasn't a bad lip-reader. He scowled, and\n his lips made a \"\nWhat?!\n\" motion, so I repeated my caution. Next thing", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "variation on a cute little battery-powered device of Artie's, of which\n the original function had been to rid one's house of roaches.", "Artie when I was building the thing, but he said, \"Wait and see. It'll\n be a novelty, like hula hoops a couple of decades back. Novelties always\n catch on.\"", "\"It'd be child's play. In fact, Artie, it's\ntoo\ndamned simple to be\n believed! What's the hitch? Why hasn't anyone tried it before\nnow\n?\"", "\"Artie—!\" I said, uneasily, but by then, he, too, had recognized the\n objects for what they were.", "I've got the knack for building them. Artie can't seem to slip a radio\n tube into its socket without shattering the glass, twist a screwdriver", "So we're a team, Artie and me. He does the planning, I do the\n constructing. Like, as I mentioned, the last thing we worked on. He", "\"Remember, Artie, the more parts to an invention, the more things can go\n wrong with it. In geometric progression....\"" ], [ "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "\"An inventor,\" said Artie, quoting his favorite self-coined aphorism,\n \"must never think like a scientist!\"", "Artie when I was building the thing, but he said, \"Wait and see. It'll\n be a novelty, like hula hoops a couple of decades back. Novelties always\n catch on.\"", "the world\". He discovers it quite a bit; something new every time.\n And, Artie having a natural mechanical aptitude that would probably", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "Artie stared at me, then rocked off my prostrate body, convulsed in\n a fit of laughter. \"Say it silently in front of a mirror, sometime,\"", "\"It'd be child's play. In fact, Artie, it's\ntoo\ndamned simple to be\n believed! What's the hitch? Why hasn't anyone tried it before\nnow\n?\"", "\"Well, something like that,\" I admitted. \"I mean, aw—For pete's sake,\n Artie! The patent office'll laugh at us. They'll start referring us to\n the copyright people, as inventors of cookbooks!\"", "(for his Nixsal; the thing that was supposed to convert sea-water into\n something drinkable, and did: Gin.), be tax-free for the rest of our\n lives.", "class, yet, but neither were we very far out of it. And we were much\n better off than any millionaires, since Artie had persuaded the\n government to let us, in lieu of payment for another patent of his", "\"It'll make less noise than a mouse in sneakers drooling on a blotter!\"\n enthused Artie, when I had it rigged again, and ready to go.", "Artie looked at the gadget, sitting and whistling on the floor of the\n lab, then turned a bleak-but-still-hopeful glance my way. \"Maybe—If we", "adventurous, when I'm working on Artie's latest brainstorm, to let\n myself wonder what—since I generally scrap Artie's prognosis for the\n gadget's future—the damned thing will", "ended up paying Artie (and me, as his partner-confederate-cohort) an\n anything-but-modest fee for his patents. We weren't in the millionaire", "ear. As Artie and I became somewhat busy with screaming (the only thing\n we could think of on the spur of the moment to counteract the terrible", "variation on a cute little battery-powered device of Artie's, of which\n the original function had been to rid one's house of roaches.", "Or, at least, it\nwas\nkind of adventurous, until Artie started in on", "\"Burt—\" he said excitedly. \"Do you realize what we've done? We've\n invented a\nsyntheticizer\n!\"", "\"Remember, Artie, the more parts to an invention, the more things can go\n wrong with it. In geometric progression....\"" ], [ "\"An inventor,\" said Artie, quoting his favorite self-coined aphorism,\n \"must never think like a scientist!\"", "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "\"An inventor,\" he went dreamily onward, \"is essentially a dreamer; a\n scientist is an observer. An inventor tries to make a result he wants\n happen; a scientist tries to tell the inventor that the result cannot be\n achieved.\"", "But Artie told me about the bumblebee, and how there were still some\n scientists who insisted, according to the principles of aerodynamics,", "the world\". He discovers it quite a bit; something new every time.\n And, Artie having a natural mechanical aptitude that would probably", "\"You see,\" Artie explained, while I was torching them to order from\n plate metal, \"the helices will provide\nlift\nas the cones revolve.\"\n\n\n \"Only in the atmosphere of the planet,\" I said.", "adventurous, when I'm working on Artie's latest brainstorm, to let\n myself wonder what—since I generally scrap Artie's prognosis for the\n gadget's future—the damned thing will", "Artie when I was building the thing, but he said, \"Wait and see. It'll\n be a novelty, like hula hoops a couple of decades back. Novelties always\n catch on.\"", "So we're a team, Artie and me. He does the planning, I do the\n constructing. Like, as I mentioned, the last thing we worked on. He", "Artie stared at me, then rocked off my prostrate body, convulsed in\n a fit of laughter. \"Say it silently in front of a mirror, sometime,\"", "\"Well, something like that,\" I admitted. \"I mean, aw—For pete's sake,\n Artie! The patent office'll laugh at us. They'll start referring us to\n the copyright people, as inventors of cookbooks!\"", "\"A bust,\" I sighed, left-thumbing over my shoulder at the lab. \"It sits\n and twirls and whistles a little, but that's about the size of it,\n Artie.\"", "But Artie just shrugged. \"I like surprises,\" he said.\nThe end of the day—me working, Artie inventing—found us with some", "\"How—?\" I said, but Artie was already figuring it out, aloud.", "ear. As Artie and I became somewhat busy with screaming (the only thing\n we could think of on the spur of the moment to counteract the terrible", "\"In other words,\" said Artie, \"each new formation comes in a spot\n beneath this cone where it's possible for the new formations to", "Artie looked blank. \"Thank you very kindly for the math lesson,\" he said\n finally, \"but I still don't see what you are driving at, Burt. How does\n this present a problem?\"", "\"Yeah, sure, Artie, it's okay, but—\nCornflakes\n?\"\n\n\n \"I take it your objections are less scientific than they are esthetic?\"\n he inquired.", "Artie looked at the gadget, sitting and whistling on the floor of the\n lab, then turned a bleak-but-still-hopeful glance my way. \"Maybe—If we" ], [ "his scheme of three weeks ago: a workable anti-gravity machine. And now,\n I'm feeling my first tremors of regret that I ever hooked up with the\n guy. Because—Well, it happened like this:", "\"We may just have\ndone\nit!\" I said, hopefully, as the silver-nosed\n machine began to float upward (We hadn't", "\"Which means,\" I realized aloud, \"that it's commercially useless,\n because what's the good of an anti-gravity machine that can't lift", "much\n, but it made the machine weigh at least what the\n dust-weight equalled, and down it went. Slow and easy, but down.\"", "\"It means that each new materialization occurs at a steadily increasing\n height, but one which—\" I calculated briefly on the pad \"—is never\n greater than two-thirds the height of the machine itself.\"", "\"You see,\" Artie explained, while I was torching them to order from\n plate metal, \"the helices will provide\nlift\nas the cones revolve.\"\n\n\n \"Only in the atmosphere of the planet,\" I said.", "his attention. \"But isn't it going to put a crimp in our anti-gravity\n machine sales? Even at a mere mile in height, it means that the spot", "fact that the helices had to suck all their air in under the lip of the\n silvery nose-cone before they could thrust properly. But its rise was\n steady. Six inches, ten inches—", "found that I could lift the machine into the air, and it'd stay where it\n was put, just whistling and whirling its cones. But then it started to\n settle.\" I beckoned him back inside.", "\"Sure, I know. But by the time the outer limits of the air are reached,\n the machine, with the same mass-thrust, will have less gravity-drag", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "I looked, and had my first presentiment of disaster. At two feet, the\n machine was busily fabricating—out of the air molecules themselves, for", "\"So the second batch took double. Forty seconds. Not only did it require\n thirty-six seconds for the formation of the stuff, it took the machine\n twice as many seconds to reach the two-foot mark.\"", "\"That's it,\" he said happily. \"And even if it only manages to negate\n its own weight, we'll have an easier time ironing the bugs out of a", "machine—mercifully noiseless, now—crashed back onto the scale, and\n lost a lot of symmetry and a couple of rivets.", "ten lookalikes below it as the machine bobbed silently to the six-foot\n mark, \"we have one interesting thing in our favor: the time element.\"", "days. Always assuming, of course, that the weak-wristed member of the\n sick circlet didn't lose his grip, and have them end up playing mid-air\n crack-the-whip before they fell.\"", "the ascending machine before it started using its helices to screw into\n the ceiling. The cones bit into the tarpaulin, tangled, jammed, and the", "a week, and built his gadget, while he spent his time pacing through his\n fourteen-room mansion across the way from the lab building (the \"way\"", "Silence. Beautiful, blissful, silence. There before us twirled the rows\n of shiny cones, lifting slowly into the air, and there was nothing" ], [ "thrust-effect of the cones), it now had an additional feature: A helical\n flange around each cone.", "fact that the helices had to suck all their air in under the lip of the\n silvery nose-cone before they could thrust properly. But its rise was\n steady. Six inches, ten inches—", "was that if we simply (\"simply\" was his word, not mine) fixed it so\n that the sound made by each flange (anything whirly with a hole or two", "the ascending machine before it started using its helices to screw into\n the ceiling. The cones bit into the tarpaulin, tangled, jammed, and the", "\"You see,\" Artie explained, while I was torching them to order from\n plate metal, \"the helices will provide\nlift\nas the cones revolve.\"\n\n\n \"Only in the atmosphere of the planet,\" I said.", "The next four days were spent in the arduous and quite tricky business\n of reaming acoustically spaced holes along the flanges. Artie's theory", "\"Right,\" he exulted. \"And if they\nimpeded\nfrom splaying out? If,\n instead of separate ribs, we have a hollow, bottomless cone of metal?\n Where does the force go?\"", "new embellishments for the machine. Where it was originally a sort\n of humped metal box (the engine went inside the hump) studded with", "formed about six inches lower, edge to edge, at the cross-section of an\n imaginary cone (whose rather truncated apex is the exhaust vent) that\n seems to form a vertical angle of thirty degrees.\"", "\"You could be right,\" I admitted, hammering out helix after helix on an\n electric anvil (another gadget of Artie's; the self-heating anvil—The", "\"It means that each new materialization occurs at a steadily increasing\n height, but one which—\" I calculated briefly on the pad \"—is never\n greater than two-thirds the height of the machine itself.\"", "grommets in the base of the machine, and as it rose, Artie slipped the\n trailing ends under his arms from behind, and proceeded to lash it", "found that I could lift the machine into the air, and it'd stay where it\n was put, just whistling and whirling its cones. But then it started to\n settle.\" I beckoned him back inside.", "\"Those,\" he said, his tone hurt as it always was when I inadvertently\n belittled his draftmanship, \"are flywheels.\"", "in it is bound to make a calculated noise) was of the proper number of\n vibrations to intermesh with the compression/rarefaction phases of the\n sounds made by the other flanges, a veritable sphere of silence would be", "the machine. And we've insulated the tube to keep extraneous vibration\n from shattering it with super-induced metal fatigue.\"", "and flaked away. We tried plastics; they bubbled, melted, extruded,\n or burned. We tried metal and mineral honeycombs; they distorted,", "had\nto mount the parabolic\n reflector in the position of a nose-cone, but it made the thing look\n neater, somehow.)", "\"And why should it be?\" he persisted. \"Picture an umbrella, with the\n fabric removed. Now twirl the handle on its axis. What do the ribs do?\"", "machine—mercifully noiseless, now—crashed back onto the scale, and\n lost a lot of symmetry and a couple of rivets." ], [ "\"Nothing, Artie, nothing. But—\nCornflakes\n?\"", "\"Yeah, sure, Artie, it's okay, but—\nCornflakes\n?\"\n\n\n \"I take it your objections are less scientific than they are esthetic?\"\n he inquired.", "and clinked onto the scale. We stood and looked down at them: A bowl of\n cornflakes and a silver spoon.", "\"It's not that I don't appreciate the side-effect benefits of free\n cornflake dinners,\" I said, speaking carefully and somberly, to hold", "spoon, the cornflakes formed the cornflakes!\"", "\"Which means,\" I realized aloud, \"that it's commercially useless,\n because what's the good of an anti-gravity machine that can't lift", "heading. \"It means that unless we grab that thing before it gets too\n much higher, the whole damn planet'll be up to its ears in cornflakes.", "It seemed a little torpid in its ascent, but that could be credited to\n the extra weight of the reflector and cornflakes, not to mention the", "remained! What was the precise distribution and dampness of each of\n those soggy cornflakes! Hell, Burt, we may be\nforever\ntrying to make a", "cereal just how hard they'll stick!) And even when most of them flake\n away, the random distribution of char will circumvent any chance the\n soundwaves have of setting up the regular pulse-beat necessary to", "his scheme of three weeks ago: a workable anti-gravity machine. And now,\n I'm feeling my first tremors of regret that I ever hooked up with the\n guy. Because—Well, it happened like this:", "found that I could lift the machine into the air, and it'd stay where it\n was put, just whistling and whirling its cones. But then it started to\n settle.\" I beckoned him back inside.", "\"We may just have\ndone\nit!\" I said, hopefully, as the silver-nosed\n machine began to float upward (We hadn't", "beneath it is due for a deluge of five-thousand-two-hundred-eighty bowls\n of cornflakes. Not to mention all those toothpicks, napkins and spoons!\"", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "his attention. \"But isn't it going to put a crimp in our anti-gravity\n machine sales? Even at a mere mile in height, it means that the spot", "\"You see,\" Artie explained, while I was torching them to order from\n plate metal, \"the helices will provide\nlift\nas the cones revolve.\"\n\n\n \"Only in the atmosphere of the planet,\" I said.", "Silence. Beautiful, blissful, silence. There before us twirled the rows\n of shiny cones, lifting slowly into the air, and there was nothing", "\"Well,\" I said, pointing to each notation in turn, \"the first batch,\n bowl-to-toothpick, took twenty seconds, if we include the time-lapse", "the ascending machine before it started using its helices to screw into\n the ceiling. The cones bit into the tarpaulin, tangled, jammed, and the" ], [ "\"Which means,\" I realized aloud, \"that it's commercially useless,\n because what's the good of an anti-gravity machine that can't lift", "his scheme of three weeks ago: a workable anti-gravity machine. And now,\n I'm feeling my first tremors of regret that I ever hooked up with the\n guy. Because—Well, it happened like this:", "I looked, and had my first presentiment of disaster. At two feet, the\n machine was busily fabricating—out of the air molecules themselves, for", "\"It means that each new materialization occurs at a steadily increasing\n height, but one which—\" I calculated briefly on the pad \"—is never\n greater than two-thirds the height of the machine itself.\"", "\"We may just have\ndone\nit!\" I said, hopefully, as the silver-nosed\n machine began to float upward (We hadn't", "found that I could lift the machine into the air, and it'd stay where it\n was put, just whistling and whirling its cones. But then it started to\n settle.\" I beckoned him back inside.", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "It wasn't, I had to admit, anything that an inventor could have\n reasonably theorized at the outset.... So I locked myself in the lab for", "new embellishments for the machine. Where it was originally a sort\n of humped metal box (the engine went inside the hump) studded with", "\"You see,\" Artie explained, while I was torching them to order from\n plate metal, \"the helices will provide\nlift\nas the cones revolve.\"\n\n\n \"Only in the atmosphere of the planet,\" I said.", "He had me, there. \"So you want I should build it anyhow, just on the\n off-chance that it\nwon't\nfollow the rules of physical logic, and will\n decide to generate a force above and beyond its own gravitic drag?\"", "Even as he was saying it, the objects completed their mid-air\n materialization (time: five seconds, start to finish), and clattered", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "at the time the twirling began. The point is, we can generate pure force\n in\nany\ndirection. What do you think? Can you build it?\"", "\"Burt—\" he said excitedly. \"Do you realize what we've done? We've\n invented a\nsyntheticizer\n!\"", "\"That's it,\" he said happily. \"And even if it only manages to negate\n its own weight, we'll have an easier time ironing the bugs out of a", "much\n, but it made the machine weigh at least what the\n dust-weight equalled, and down it went. Slow and easy, but down.\"", "\"Right. A full minute. And the materialization of the objects is—Boy,\n that's noisy!\" I interrupted myself as batch number six came smashing", "\"Don't tell me,\" I said unhappily, \"that this thing'll only generate\n enough force to lift itself?\"", "patent, made a few little adjustments on his cap-twister, and the\nnext\nthing the Martians knew, all their airlocks were busily unscrewing" ], [ "\"Yeah, sure, Artie, it's okay, but—\nCornflakes\n?\"\n\n\n \"I take it your objections are less scientific than they are esthetic?\"\n he inquired.", "\"Nothing, Artie, nothing. But—\nCornflakes\n?\"", "\"It looks great,\" I said, lifting my face from the blueprint, and\n nodding across the workbench at Artie. \"But what the hell does it do?\"", "So Artie's ideas seem to have their uses, all right. Only, for some\n reason, Artie never thinks of the proper application for his latest", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "\"Look, Artie,\" I interrupted, as twin napkins and toothpicks dropped\n down beside the new bowls on the table where the scale lay. \"We're going\n to have a little problem—\"", "\"You see,\" Artie explained, while I was torching them to order from\n plate metal, \"the helices will provide\nlift\nas the cones revolve.\"\n\n\n \"Only in the atmosphere of the planet,\" I said.", "\"Which means,\" I realized aloud, \"that it's commercially useless,\n because what's the good of an anti-gravity machine that can't lift", "\"Well, something like that,\" I admitted. \"I mean, aw—For pete's sake,\n Artie! The patent office'll laugh at us. They'll start referring us to\n the copyright people, as inventors of cookbooks!\"", "Thermovil—had begun life as a small inspiration in Artie's mind for a\n portable toaster).", "\"Artie—\" I said, as three toothpick-napkin combinations joined the\n shattered remains of triple bowl-cereal-spoon disasters from the", "Artie when I was building the thing, but he said, \"Wait and see. It'll\n be a novelty, like hula hoops a couple of decades back. Novelties always\n catch on.\"", "his scheme of three weeks ago: a workable anti-gravity machine. And now,\n I'm feeling my first tremors of regret that I ever hooked up with the\n guy. Because—Well, it happened like this:", "Artie stared at me, then rocked off my prostrate body, convulsed in\n a fit of laughter. \"Say it silently in front of a mirror, sometime,\"", "empty\n. Fun to watch,\n but impossible to use. Hell, Artie, if that's the setup, then this\n thing wouldn't be any more help to a space-aiming government than an", "\"It'll make less noise than a mouse in sneakers drooling on a blotter!\"\n enthused Artie, when I had it rigged again, and ready to go.", "adventurous, when I'm working on Artie's latest brainstorm, to let\n myself wonder what—since I generally scrap Artie's prognosis for the\n gadget's future—the damned thing will", "heading. \"It means that unless we grab that thing before it gets too\n much higher, the whole damn planet'll be up to its ears in cornflakes.", "beneath it is due for a deluge of five-thousand-two-hundred-eighty bowls\n of cornflakes. Not to mention all those toothpicks, napkins and spoons!\"", "\"It's not that I don't appreciate the side-effect benefits of free\n cornflake dinners,\" I said, speaking carefully and somberly, to hold" ], [ "\"Which means,\" I realized aloud, \"that it's commercially useless,\n because what's the good of an anti-gravity machine that can't lift", "his scheme of three weeks ago: a workable anti-gravity machine. And now,\n I'm feeling my first tremors of regret that I ever hooked up with the\n guy. Because—Well, it happened like this:", "\"Don't tell me,\" I said unhappily, \"that this thing'll only generate\n enough force to lift itself?\"", "\"We may just have\ndone\nit!\" I said, hopefully, as the silver-nosed\n machine began to float upward (We hadn't", "found that I could lift the machine into the air, and it'd stay where it\n was put, just whistling and whirling its cones. But then it started to\n settle.\" I beckoned him back inside.", "his attention. \"But isn't it going to put a crimp in our anti-gravity\n machine sales? Even at a mere mile in height, it means that the spot", "\"You see,\" Artie explained, while I was torching them to order from\n plate metal, \"the helices will provide\nlift\nas the cones revolve.\"\n\n\n \"Only in the atmosphere of the planet,\" I said.", "the ascending machine before it started using its helices to screw into\n the ceiling. The cones bit into the tarpaulin, tangled, jammed, and the", "\"It means that each new materialization occurs at a steadily increasing\n height, but one which—\" I calculated briefly on the pad \"—is never\n greater than two-thirds the height of the machine itself.\"", "He had me, there. \"So you want I should build it anyhow, just on the\n off-chance that it\nwon't\nfollow the rules of physical logic, and will\n decide to generate a force above and beyond its own gravitic drag?\"", "much\n, but it made the machine weigh at least what the\n dust-weight equalled, and down it went. Slow and easy, but down.\"", "Artie's face lit up, and he nodded toward the machine, still hovering at\n one foot above the scale. In its wake, amid the distorting turbulence of", "\"Maybe they'd be weightless, but they\nstill\nwouldn't go\nup\n,\" I", "I looked, and had my first presentiment of disaster. At two feet, the\n machine was busily fabricating—out of the air molecules themselves, for", "fact that the helices had to suck all their air in under the lip of the\n silvery nose-cone before they could thrust properly. But its rise was\n steady. Six inches, ten inches—", "\"Oh, it lost, all right,\" I admitted. \"When I connected the batteries,\n the needle on the scale dropped down to zero, and stopped there. And I", "to fight, being that much farther from the Earth. The effect will be\n cumulative. The higher it gets, the more outward thrust it'll generate.\n Then nothing'll stop it!\"", "\"That's it,\" he said happily. \"And even if it only manages to negate\n its own weight, we'll have an easier time ironing the bugs out of a", "at the time the twirling began. The point is, we can generate pure force\n in\nany\ndirection. What do you think? Can you build it?\"", "\"Sure, I know. But by the time the outer limits of the air are reached,\n the machine, with the same mass-thrust, will have less gravity-drag" ] ]

[ "What technique do the astronauts use to make a guess a to the age of the buildings on the fourth planet?", "How old are the buildings on the fourth planet estimated to be?", "What star does the planet with the robots on it orbit?", "How does the story say that the atmosphere of the planet the robots are on got to be all carbon dioxide?", "What is the captain concerned about when he learns how old the buildings on the fourth planet are?", "Where did the robots who met the humans on the third planet come from?", "What procedure was Steffens legally bound to regarding the planet with the robots?", "How do the robots communicate?", "Why were the robots disappointed at meeting Steffens and his crew?", "Once the robots realized that the spaceship crew were organic beings underneath their protective space suits, what surprising thing did they do?" ]

[ [ "They looked at the amount of wind erosion that had happened on the stone buildings and took into account the density of the atmosphere compared to Earth's.", "They found an inscription at the base of one of the buildings that had the year it was built written on it.", "They broke off a sample of one of the buildings and sent it back to the ship for carbon-14 dating.", "Because the buildings had no airlocks, but the air was too thin to breathe now, they could estimate the age of the buildings based on the rate of loss of atmosphere from the planet, starting from a breathable atmosphere to the current air density." ], [ "3,000 years.", "15,000 years.", "300 years.", "5,000 years." ], [ "It orbits the Terran sun.", "It orbits Varius II.", "It orbits the star Tyban.", "It orbits Betelgeuse." ], [ "There was once an ocean with lots of shellfish with carbonate shells, but the ocean became acidified, which dissolved the carbonate, which reacted with other minerals and off-gassed carbon dioxide.", "Due to nuclear war burning all the vegetation, no more oxygen was created by photosynthesis, so the oxygen levels declined and carbon dioxide dominated.", "The atmosphere of the planet was carbon dioxide all along...that's why only the robots could live there.", "Climate change due to excessive burning of fossil fuels caused a runaway chemical reaction in the atmosphere that burned up all the oxygen." ], [ "He was thinking about how far ahead the race that built them was in space travel, and whether they might go to Earth.", "He was concerned that the aliens were still on the planet, and that they might be captured.", "He was concerned that the aliens might have invisibility technology, and that they were being observed.", "He was concerned that the aliens may have left behind pathogens that the astronauts might carry back onto the ship." ], [ "The aliens visited the system every so often and brought fresh, updated robots.", "The Makers built all the robots.", "Each robot made his own replacements, which was how the robots \"had children.\"", "They were churned out by a robot manufacturing plant in one location on the planet." ], [ "There is no clear legal procedure, since the regulations do not specifically mention mechanical beings.", "As long as the planet's inhabitants were willing to have the Earthmen land there, it was permissible to have contact with the planet's inhabitants.", "He should have called in a special diplomatic mission ship to deal with the first contact.", "Steffens and his crew are legally bound to avoid any contact with the robots on the planet because they don't have space flight." ], [ "They use a sophisticated artificial intelligence program to learn alien languages quickly, and speak to visitors in the visitor's own language.", "There is a message screen on the torso of each robot, and they display messages they want to communicate on that screen.", "They use telepathic communication, creating not just sentences, but also moods and feelings, by some unknown technique.", "The 360 degree band of \"eyes\" around the robots' foreheads doubles as a signaling device. They use light flashes in their own version of Morse code to communicate." ], [ "They were expecting the crew to bring fresh supplies of rare materials to trade with them.", "They were disappointed that the human visitors were not even as intelligent as the robots and could not communicate telepathically.", "They had expected that Steffens and his crew would worship the robots as the gods they believed themselves to be.", "They thought that Steffens and his crew were the beings who made them, returning to rejoin them." ], [ "They completely lost interest in Steffens and his crew. Organic beings were considered inferior.", "They immediately beamed a message into space, which Steffens detected, informing the Makers that the Earthmen were organic, and therefore highly vulnerable to nuclear attack.", "They began to bring Steffens and his crew fresh vegetables, which they could grow very quickly because of the high carbon dioxide level in the atmosphere. ", "They cleaned up and neutralized all the residual highly radioactive elements in the area around the spaceship where the crew spent its time." ] ]

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[ [ "He paused, thinking. If the ones on the fourth planet were alien to\n this world, they were from outer space, could not have come from one", "Steffens shrugged. \"We could try them and find out.\"\nThe third planet was a blank, gleaming ball until they were in close,", "\"They would have been worn away. See the wind grooves? Anyway, there's\n not another building on the whole damn planet. You wouldn't call it\n much of a civilization.\"", "The ship circled around to the dark side of the planet. When they were\n down below a mile, the radiation counters began to react. It became\n apparent, from the dials, that there could be nothing alive.", "Steffens shrugged. \"They saw us. We could leave now and let them quite\n possibly make a ... a legend out of our visit, or we could go down and\n see if they tie in with the buildings on Tyban IV.\"", "The moons of this solar system had yielded nothing. The third planet, a\n hot, heavy world which had no free oxygen and from which the monitors\n had detected nothing, was all that was left. Steffens expected nothing,\n but he had to try.", "for the presence of life-forms as well as for the possibilities of\n human colonization. Make a check and nothing else. But he knew very\n clearly that if he returned to Sirius base without investigating this", "Ball pointed again at the wall. \"Look at the striations. You can tell\n from that alone. It would take even a brisk Earth wind\nat least", "After a while Ball said: \"Well, which do you figure? Did our friends\n from the fourth planet do this, or were they the same people as these?\"", "at each other,\nthat\nlong ago. And this planet is only a parsec from\n Varius II, a civilization as old as Earth's. Did whoever built these", "At first, because of the excessive radiation, none of the Earthmen\n could remain outside the ship for long, even in radiation suits. And", "observed that you were in ignorance of our real—nature—and were about\n to leave our planet, we decided to put aside our custom, so that you\n might base your decision upon sufficient data.\"", "Man had been in space for only three hundred years. Whatever had built\n these had been in space for thousands of years.", "too\nold.\n He reached out a gloved hand, ran it gently over the smooth stone\n ridges of the wall. Although the atmosphere was very thin, he noticed", "He remembered the buildings on Tyban IV.\n\n\n Unless the Makers had not come from this planet at all.\n\n\n His mind helplessly began to revolve. It was Ball who restored order.", "of the other planets here. They had starships and were warlike. Then,\n thousands of years ago. He began to realize how important it really was\n that Ball's question be answered.", "a star called Tyban, Captain Steffens of the Mapping Command stood\n counting buildings. Eleven. No, twelve. He wondered if there was any\n significance in the number. He had no idea.", "At a height of several miles, the ship moved up the zone, scanning,\n moving in the familiar slow spiral of the Mapping Command. Faint dark\n outlines of bare rocks and hills moved by below.", "\"By your reckoning,\" said his robot, and paused to make the\n calculation, \"I am forty-four years, seven months, and eighteen days of\n age, with ten years and approximately nine months yet to be alive.\"", "knew that, and none of them could readily understand what was meant by\n the words \"organic matter.\" It had taken them some time to recognize\n that the Earthmen wore suits which were not parts of their bodies, and" ], [ "\"They would have been worn away. See the wind grooves? Anyway, there's\n not another building on the whole damn planet. You wouldn't call it\n much of a civilization.\"", "at each other,\nthat\nlong ago. And this planet is only a parsec from\n Varius II, a civilization as old as Earth's. Did whoever built these", "He paused, thinking. If the ones on the fourth planet were alien to\n this world, they were from outer space, could not have come from one", "Man had been in space for only three hundred years. Whatever had built\n these had been in space for thousands of years.", "He remembered the buildings on Tyban IV.\n\n\n Unless the Makers had not come from this planet at all.\n\n\n His mind helplessly began to revolve. It was Ball who restored order.", "Steffens shrugged. \"They saw us. We could leave now and let them quite\n possibly make a ... a legend out of our visit, or we could go down and\n see if they tie in with the buildings on Tyban IV.\"", "After a while Ball said: \"Well, which do you figure? Did our friends\n from the fourth planet do this, or were they the same people as these?\"", "\"By your reckoning,\" said his robot, and paused to make the\n calculation, \"I am forty-four years, seven months, and eighteen days of\n age, with ten years and approximately nine months yet to be alive.\"", "too\nold.\n He reached out a gloved hand, ran it gently over the smooth stone\n ridges of the wall. Although the atmosphere was very thin, he noticed", "Steffens shrugged. \"We could try them and find out.\"\nThe third planet was a blank, gleaming ball until they were in close,", "of the other planets here. They had starships and were warlike. Then,\n thousands of years ago. He began to realize how important it really was\n that Ball's question be answered.", "The moons of this solar system had yielded nothing. The third planet, a\n hot, heavy world which had no free oxygen and from which the monitors\n had detected nothing, was all that was left. Steffens expected nothing,\n but he had to try.", "The ship circled around to the dark side of the planet. When they were\n down below a mile, the radiation counters began to react. It became\n apparent, from the dials, that there could be nothing alive.", "buildings on Tyban IV; that, as well as the robots' origin, would have\n to be cleared up before they could leave.", "Steffens turned to stare unhappily at the buildings. When he realized\n now how really old they were, a sudden thought struck him.", "years, one month and four days. Peb has therefore remaining some\n thirty-eight years.\"", "\"Yes. It was built by the Makers. Would you care to see it?\"\n\n\n Both of the Earthmen nodded dumbly.", "Ball pointed again at the wall. \"Look at the striations. You can tell\n from that alone. It would take even a brisk Earth wind\nat least", "a star called Tyban, Captain Steffens of the Mapping Command stood\n counting buildings. Eleven. No, twelve. He wondered if there was any\n significance in the number. He had no idea.", "observed that you were in ignorance of our real—nature—and were about\n to leave our planet, we decided to put aside our custom, so that you\n might base your decision upon sufficient data.\"" ], [ "Steffens shrugged. \"We could try them and find out.\"\nThe third planet was a blank, gleaming ball until they were in close,", "The Law was no help. Contact with planet-bound races was forbidden\n under any circumstances. But could a bunch of robots be called a race?", "The ship circled around to the dark side of the planet. When they were\n down below a mile, the radiation counters began to react. It became\n apparent, from the dials, that there could be nothing alive.", "at each other,\nthat\nlong ago. And this planet is only a parsec from\n Varius II, a civilization as old as Earth's. Did whoever built these", "The moons of this solar system had yielded nothing. The third planet, a\n hot, heavy world which had no free oxygen and from which the monitors\n had detected nothing, was all that was left. Steffens expected nothing,\n but he had to try.", "Nothing alive but robots, he thought,\nrobots\n. He adjusted to full\n close up as quickly as he could and the picture focused on the screen.\n Behind him he heard a crewman grunt in amazement.", "the robots now, come from all over the barren horizon. The mass of them\n stood apart, immobile on a plain near the ship, glinting in the sun\n like a vast, metallic field of black wheat.", "\"They could be the original inhabitants of this planet—the brains of\n them, at least, protected in radiation-proof metal. Anyway,\" he added,\n \"they're the most perfect mechanicals I've ever seen.\"", "of the other planets here. They had starships and were warlike. Then,\n thousands of years ago. He began to realize how important it really was\n that Ball's question be answered.", "against a background of red-brown, bare rocks, was one of the robots.\n With slow, perfect movement, the robot carefully lifted one of the\n hanging arms of its side, of its\nright", "\"There's no harm in them,\" said Ball at last, openly, not minding if\n the robots heard. \"They seem actually glad we're here. My God, whoever\n heard of a robot being glad?\"", "\"What were they?\" he said blankly. \"Lord, they looked like robots!\"\n\n\n \"They were.\"", "Steffens stared in puzzlement. The robot detected his confusion and\n went on:\n\n\n \"The Makers have gone away. They have been gone for a very long time.\"", "Ball came to join Steffens, staring at the robots through the clear\n plastic of his helmet with baffledly widened eyes. A robot moved out", "The Law said nothing about robots because Earthmen had none. The\n building of imaginative robots was expressly forbidden. But at any\n rate, Steffens thought, he had made contact already.", "And there was also the possibility, which abruptly occurred to him,\n that the robots might well be prepared to blow his ship to hell and\n gone.", "\"Thank you,\" Steffens said. \"We are deeply grateful for your permission\n to land.\"\n\n\n \"Our desire,\" the robot repeated mechanically, \"is only to serve.\"", "Down far below, it had been a still black shadow, and then it moved.\n Steffens froze. And he knew, even at that distance, that it was a robot.", "a star called Tyban, Captain Steffens of the Mapping Command stood\n counting buildings. Eleven. No, twelve. He wondered if there was any\n significance in the number. He had no idea.", ",\nnothing\ncould live;\n robots on a dead planet, living in an atmosphere of carbon dioxide." ], [ ",\nnothing\ncould live;\n robots on a dead planet, living in an atmosphere of carbon dioxide.", "free oxygen had since gone out of the atmosphere—good God, how old\n were the robots? Steffens looked at Ball, then at the silent robots,", "The ship circled around to the dark side of the planet. When they were\n down below a mile, the radiation counters began to react. It became\n apparent, from the dials, that there could be nothing alive.", "The moons of this solar system had yielded nothing. The third planet, a\n hot, heavy world which had no free oxygen and from which the monitors\n had detected nothing, was all that was left. Steffens expected nothing,\n but he had to try.", "\"They could be the original inhabitants of this planet—the brains of\n them, at least, protected in radiation-proof metal. Anyway,\" he added,\n \"they're the most perfect mechanicals I've ever seen.\"", "Steffens stared in puzzlement. The robot detected his confusion and\n went on:\n\n\n \"The Makers have gone away. They have been gone for a very long time.\"", "At first, because of the excessive radiation, none of the Earthmen\n could remain outside the ship for long, even in radiation suits. And", "The Law said nothing about robots because Earthmen had none. The\n building of imaginative robots was expressly forbidden. But at any\n rate, Steffens thought, he had made contact already.", "Nothing alive but robots, he thought,\nrobots\n. He adjusted to full\n close up as quickly as he could and the picture focused on the screen.\n Behind him he heard a crewman grunt in amazement.", "Both robots stood motionless. It occurred to Steffens that he couldn't\n really be sure which was speaking. The voice that came to him spoke\n with difficulty.\n\n\n \"The Makers—are not here.\"", "\"What were they?\" he said blankly. \"Lord, they looked like robots!\"\n\n\n \"They were.\"", "He tried to grasp it, but he couldn't. There were robots here in the\n midst of a radiation so lethal that\nnothing\n,", "\"There's no harm in them,\" said Ball at last, openly, not minding if\n the robots heard. \"They seem actually glad we're here. My God, whoever\n heard of a robot being glad?\"", "shock that not one of the robots had ever seen a living thing. Not a\n bug, a worm, a leaf. They did not know what flesh was. Only the doctors", "If there had been life here once, there would have been plant life as\n well, and therefore oxygen. If the war had been so long ago that the", "against a background of red-brown, bare rocks, was one of the robots.\n With slow, perfect movement, the robot carefully lifted one of the\n hanging arms of its side, of its\nright", "But it created a problem in him. He had begun to picture for Elb the\n structure of human society, and the robot—a machine which did not eat\n or sleep—listened gravely and tried to understand. One day Steffens\n mentioned God.", "\"Will the others come down?\" asked the robot, still mechanically.\n\n\n Steffens felt his embarrassment. The ship lay high in the mist above,\n jets throbbing gently.", "\"They would have been worn away. See the wind grooves? Anyway, there's\n not another building on the whole damn planet. You wouldn't call it\n much of a civilization.\"", "\"Thank you,\" Steffens said. \"We are deeply grateful for your permission\n to land.\"\n\n\n \"Our desire,\" the robot repeated mechanically, \"is only to serve.\"" ], [ "He paused, thinking. If the ones on the fourth planet were alien to\n this world, they were from outer space, could not have come from one", "at each other,\nthat\nlong ago. And this planet is only a parsec from\n Varius II, a civilization as old as Earth's. Did whoever built these", "Steffens shrugged. \"They saw us. We could leave now and let them quite\n possibly make a ... a legend out of our visit, or we could go down and\n see if they tie in with the buildings on Tyban IV.\"", "Steffens turned to stare unhappily at the buildings. When he realized\n now how really old they were, a sudden thought struck him.", "\"They would have been worn away. See the wind grooves? Anyway, there's\n not another building on the whole damn planet. You wouldn't call it\n much of a civilization.\"", "Man had been in space for only three hundred years. Whatever had built\n these had been in space for thousands of years.", "He remembered the buildings on Tyban IV.\n\n\n Unless the Makers had not come from this planet at all.\n\n\n His mind helplessly began to revolve. It was Ball who restored order.", "Ball looked at the captain, knowing what was in his mind. He smiled\n wryly and said: \"Five thousand years? Ten thousand? I don't know.\"\n\n\n Steffens whistled.", "of the other planets here. They had starships and were warlike. Then,\n thousands of years ago. He began to realize how important it really was\n that Ball's question be answered.", "for the presence of life-forms as well as for the possibilities of\n human colonization. Make a check and nothing else. But he knew very\n clearly that if he returned to Sirius base without investigating this", "No, it was his responsibility; he had to go on:\n\n\n \"We request—we respectfully request permission to land upon your\n planet.\"\nSteffens had not realized that there were so many.", "a star called Tyban, Captain Steffens of the Mapping Command stood\n counting buildings. Eleven. No, twelve. He wondered if there was any\n significance in the number. He had no idea.", "The ship circled around to the dark side of the planet. When they were\n down below a mile, the radiation counters began to react. It became\n apparent, from the dials, that there could be nothing alive.", "observed that you were in ignorance of our real—nature—and were about\n to leave our planet, we decided to put aside our custom, so that you\n might base your decision upon sufficient data.\"", "After a while Ball said: \"Well, which do you figure? Did our friends\n from the fourth planet do this, or were they the same people as these?\"", "too\nold.\n He reached out a gloved hand, ran it gently over the smooth stone\n ridges of the wall. Although the atmosphere was very thin, he noticed", "The moons of this solar system had yielded nothing. The third planet, a\n hot, heavy world which had no free oxygen and from which the monitors\n had detected nothing, was all that was left. Steffens expected nothing,\n but he had to try.", "Steffens shrugged. \"We could try them and find out.\"\nThe third planet was a blank, gleaming ball until they were in close,", "No one on the ship had anything to say. None had ever seen a war, for\n there had not been war on Earth or near it for more than three hundred\n years.", "\"By your reckoning,\" said his robot, and paused to make the\n calculation, \"I am forty-four years, seven months, and eighteen days of\n age, with ten years and approximately nine months yet to be alive.\"" ], [ "\"They could be the original inhabitants of this planet—the brains of\n them, at least, protected in radiation-proof metal. Anyway,\" he added,\n \"they're the most perfect mechanicals I've ever seen.\"", "\"There's no harm in them,\" said Ball at last, openly, not minding if\n the robots heard. \"They seem actually glad we're here. My God, whoever\n heard of a robot being glad?\"", "The Law said nothing about robots because Earthmen had none. The\n building of imaginative robots was expressly forbidden. But at any\n rate, Steffens thought, he had made contact already.", "Man had been in space for only three hundred years. Whatever had built\n these had been in space for thousands of years.", "the robots now, come from all over the barren horizon. The mass of them\n stood apart, immobile on a plain near the ship, glinting in the sun\n like a vast, metallic field of black wheat.", "Steffens shrugged. \"We could try them and find out.\"\nThe third planet was a blank, gleaming ball until they were in close,", "The Law was no help. Contact with planet-bound races was forbidden\n under any circumstances. But could a bunch of robots be called a race?", "\"What were they?\" he said blankly. \"Lord, they looked like robots!\"\n\n\n \"They were.\"", "Steffens stared in puzzlement. The robot detected his confusion and\n went on:\n\n\n \"The Makers have gone away. They have been gone for a very long time.\"", "by the robots, and each man found himself with a robot at his side,\n humbly requesting to be of service. There were literally thousands of", "\"Thank you,\" Steffens said. \"We are deeply grateful for your permission\n to land.\"\n\n\n \"Our desire,\" the robot repeated mechanically, \"is only to serve.\"", "Something he had not realized at the beginning was that he was as\n unusual to the robots as they were to him. It came to him with a great", "He paused, thinking. If the ones on the fourth planet were alien to\n this world, they were from outer space, could not have come from one", "The Makers were the robots' God, were all the God they needed. The\n Makers had built them, the planet, the universe. If he were to ask them\n who made the Makers, it would be like their asking him who made God.", "The moons of this solar system had yielded nothing. The third planet, a\n hot, heavy world which had no free oxygen and from which the monitors\n had detected nothing, was all that was left. Steffens expected nothing,\n but he had to try.", "Both robots stood motionless. It occurred to Steffens that he couldn't\n really be sure which was speaking. The voice that came to him spoke\n with difficulty.\n\n\n \"The Makers—are not here.\"", "They came, wonderingly, and the ring of robots widened. Steffens heard\n the one robot speak again. The voice was now much more friendly.", "\"We await your coming,\" it said gravely, and repeated: \"Our desire is\n only to serve.\"\n\n\n And then the robots sent a\npicture\n.", "Most of the robots were standing with the silent immobility of metal.\n Others threaded their way to the fore and came near the skiff, but none", "shock that not one of the robots had ever seen a living thing. Not a\n bug, a worm, a leaf. They did not know what flesh was. Only the doctors" ], [ "The Law said nothing about robots because Earthmen had none. The\n building of imaginative robots was expressly forbidden. But at any\n rate, Steffens thought, he had made contact already.", "\"They must remain with the ship,\" Steffens said aloud, trusting to the\n robot's formality not to ask him why. Although, if they could read his\n mind, there was no need to ask.", "No, it was his responsibility; he had to go on:\n\n\n \"We request—we respectfully request permission to land upon your\n planet.\"\nSteffens had not realized that there were so many.", "\"Thank you,\" Steffens said. \"We are deeply grateful for your permission\n to land.\"\n\n\n \"Our desire,\" the robot repeated mechanically, \"is only to serve.\"", "While the crew watched in fascination, Steffens tried to talk back.\n He concentrated hard on what he was saying, said it aloud for good\n measure, then held his own hand extended in the robot manner of shaking\n hands.", "Steffens shrugged. \"We could try them and find out.\"\nThe third planet was a blank, gleaming ball until they were in close,", "Although Steffens knew already what the robot could not possibly have\n known—that the Makers were gone and would never come back—he was a", "Steffens, meanwhile, courteously allowed Elb to probe into his mind.\n The robot extracted all the knowledge of matter that Steffens held,", "The Law was no help. Contact with planet-bound races was forbidden\n under any circumstances. But could a bunch of robots be called a race?", "one morning, when Steffens came out of the ship, it was to discover\n that hundreds of the robots, working through the night, had effectively\n decontaminated the entire area.", "Steffens stared in puzzlement. The robot detected his confusion and\n went on:\n\n\n \"The Makers have gone away. They have been gone for a very long time.\"", "The moons of this solar system had yielded nothing. The third planet, a\n hot, heavy world which had no free oxygen and from which the monitors\n had detected nothing, was all that was left. Steffens expected nothing,\n but he had to try.", "Ball came to join Steffens, staring at the robots through the clear\n plastic of his helmet with baffledly widened eyes. A robot moved out", "Steffens felt a peculiar, compelling urge to take the hand, realized\n right away that the urge to take the hand was not entirely his. The\n robot mind had helped.", "lapse, those unexplainable few seconds when the things had seemed\n almost disappointed. Steffens gave up wondering about that and began to\n examine the first robot in detail.", "free oxygen had since gone out of the atmosphere—good God, how old\n were the robots? Steffens looked at Ball, then at the silent robots,", "It was at this point that Steffens asked how many robots there were.\n He learned to his amazement that there were more than nine million.", "were whoever or whatever had built the robots, and the \"doctors,\"\n Steffens decided, were probably just that—doctor-robots, designed", "Down far below, it had been a still black shadow, and then it moved.\n Steffens froze. And he knew, even at that distance, that it was a robot.", "pondered over the knowledge and tried to digest it, and passed it on to\n the other robots. Steffens, in turn, had a difficult time picturing the\n mind of a thing that had never known life." ], [ "The robot which seemed to have been doing the speaking was in no way\n different from any of the others in the group. Since each of the robots", "While the crew watched in fascination, Steffens tried to talk back.\n He concentrated hard on what he was saying, said it aloud for good\n measure, then held his own hand extended in the robot manner of shaking\n hands.", "But when they did understand, the robots did a surprising thing.", "\"There's no harm in them,\" said Ball at last, openly, not minding if\n the robots heard. \"They seem actually glad we're here. My God, whoever\n heard of a robot being glad?\"", "\"We await your coming,\" it said gravely, and repeated: \"Our desire is\n only to serve.\"\n\n\n And then the robots sent a\npicture\n.", "They came, wonderingly, and the ring of robots widened. Steffens heard\n the one robot speak again. The voice was now much more friendly.", "Both robots stood motionless. It occurred to Steffens that he couldn't\n really be sure which was speaking. The voice that came to him spoke\n with difficulty.\n\n\n \"The Makers—are not here.\"", "Realizing that the robot could hear every word he was saying, Ball\n was for a while apprehensive. But the sheer unreality of standing and", "The Law said nothing about robots because Earthmen had none. The\n building of imaginative robots was expressly forbidden. But at any\n rate, Steffens thought, he had made contact already.", "\"No, not yet,\" he said, \"thank you.\" He swallowed hard as the robots\n continued waiting patiently.\n\n\n \"Could you tell me,\" he said at last, \"how old you are? Individually?\"", "\"What were they?\" he said blankly. \"Lord, they looked like robots!\"\n\n\n \"They were.\"", "pondered over the knowledge and tried to digest it, and passed it on to\n the other robots. Steffens, in turn, had a difficult time picturing the\n mind of a thing that had never known life.", "The robots had obviously been built to serve. Steffens began to\nfeel\ntheir pleasure, to sense it in spite of the blank, expressionless", "\"Welcome,\" the robot said, speaking again to his mind, and now\n Steffens detected a peculiar alteration in the robot's tone. It was", "\"It would perhaps simplify our conversations,\" said the robot, \"if\n you were to refer to me by a name, as is your custom. Using the\n first—letters—of my designation, my name would translate as Elb.\"", "Most of the robots were standing with the silent immobility of metal.\n Others threaded their way to the fore and came near the skiff, but none", "Something he had not realized at the beginning was that he was as\n unusual to the robots as they were to him. It came to him with a great", "Nothing alive but robots, he thought,\nrobots\n. He adjusted to full\n close up as quickly as he could and the picture focused on the screen.\n Behind him he heard a crewman grunt in amazement.", "by the robots, and each man found himself with a robot at his side,\n humbly requesting to be of service. There were literally thousands of", "talking with a multi-limbed, intelligent hunk of dead metal upon the\n bare rock of a dead, ancient world, the unreality of it slowly died.\n It was impossible not to like the things. There was something in their" ], [ "lapse, those unexplainable few seconds when the things had seemed\n almost disappointed. Steffens gave up wondering about that and began to\n examine the first robot in detail.", "While the crew watched in fascination, Steffens tried to talk back.\n He concentrated hard on what he was saying, said it aloud for good\n measure, then held his own hand extended in the robot manner of shaking\n hands.", "The robot paused. Steffens had a distinct impression that it was\n disconcerted.", "Although Steffens knew already what the robot could not possibly have\n known—that the Makers were gone and would never come back—he was a", "The Law said nothing about robots because Earthmen had none. The\n building of imaginative robots was expressly forbidden. But at any\n rate, Steffens thought, he had made contact already.", "Steffens stared in puzzlement. The robot detected his confusion and\n went on:\n\n\n \"The Makers have gone away. They have been gone for a very long time.\"", "Ball came to join Steffens, staring at the robots through the clear\n plastic of his helmet with baffledly widened eyes. A robot moved out", "\"Thank you,\" Steffens said. \"We are deeply grateful for your permission\n to land.\"\n\n\n \"Our desire,\" the robot repeated mechanically, \"is only to serve.\"", "The robots had obviously been built to serve. Steffens began to\nfeel\ntheir pleasure, to sense it in spite of the blank, expressionless", "Both robots stood motionless. It occurred to Steffens that he couldn't\n really be sure which was speaking. The voice that came to him spoke\n with difficulty.\n\n\n \"The Makers—are not here.\"", "Surprisingly, Steffens did not think about the future. Whenever he came\n near a robot, he sensed such a general, comfortable air of good feeling", "Suddenly, Steffens began to feel alone, surrounded by machines. He\n tried to push the thought out of his mind, because he knew that they\nshould\nseem inhuman. But....", "were whoever or whatever had built the robots, and the \"doctors,\"\n Steffens decided, were probably just that—doctor-robots, designed", "Steffens thought the robot would go on, but it didn't. The question, to\n Elb, was no question at all.", "It was Steffens' turn to struggle, and the robot waited patiently while\n Ball and the second robot looked on in silence. The Makers, obviously,", "Down far below, it had been a still black shadow, and then it moved.\n Steffens froze. And he knew, even at that distance, that it was a robot.", "\"They must remain with the ship,\" Steffens said aloud, trusting to the\n robot's formality not to ask him why. Although, if they could read his\n mind, there was no need to ask.", "For a long while, neither spoke, long enough for Steffens to grow tense\n and uncomfortable. He could not think of a thing to say, the robot was", "\"Will the others come down?\" asked the robot, still mechanically.\n\n\n Steffens felt his embarrassment. The ship lay high in the mist above,\n jets throbbing gently.", "If the robot could have laughed, Steffens thought it would have, then.\n But it just stood there, motionless, its tone politely emphatic." ], [ "knew that, and none of them could readily understand what was meant by\n the words \"organic matter.\" It had taken them some time to recognize\n that the Earthmen wore suits which were not parts of their bodies, and", "\"There's no harm in them,\" said Ball at last, openly, not minding if\n the robots heard. \"They seem actually glad we're here. My God, whoever\n heard of a robot being glad?\"", "But when they did understand, the robots did a surprising thing.", "And there was also the possibility, which abruptly occurred to him,\n that the robots might well be prepared to blow his ship to hell and\n gone.", "Nothing alive but robots, he thought,\nrobots\n. He adjusted to full\n close up as quickly as he could and the picture focused on the screen.\n Behind him he heard a crewman grunt in amazement.", "\"They could be the original inhabitants of this planet—the brains of\n them, at least, protected in radiation-proof metal. Anyway,\" he added,\n \"they're the most perfect mechanicals I've ever seen.\"", "shock that not one of the robots had ever seen a living thing. Not a\n bug, a worm, a leaf. They did not know what flesh was. Only the doctors", "Something he had not realized at the beginning was that he was as\n unusual to the robots as they were to him. It came to him with a great", "\"Thank you,\" Steffens said. \"We are deeply grateful for your permission\n to land.\"\n\n\n \"Our desire,\" the robot repeated mechanically, \"is only to serve.\"", "While the crew watched in fascination, Steffens tried to talk back.\n He concentrated hard on what he was saying, said it aloud for good\n measure, then held his own hand extended in the robot manner of shaking\n hands.", "The Law said nothing about robots because Earthmen had none. The\n building of imaginative robots was expressly forbidden. But at any\n rate, Steffens thought, he had made contact already.", "Ball came to join Steffens, staring at the robots through the clear\n plastic of his helmet with baffledly widened eyes. A robot moved out", "talking with a multi-limbed, intelligent hunk of dead metal upon the\n bare rock of a dead, ancient world, the unreality of it slowly died.\n It was impossible not to like the things. There was something in their", "\"What were they?\" he said blankly. \"Lord, they looked like robots!\"\n\n\n \"They were.\"", "\"They must remain with the ship,\" Steffens said aloud, trusting to the\n robot's formality not to ask him why. Although, if they could read his\n mind, there was no need to ask.", "the robot's urging was still strong within him. He had an idea that, if\n they wanted to, the robots could control his mind. So when nothing more\n happened, he began to lose his fear.", "After a while, convinced that there was no danger, Steffens had the\n ship brought down. When the crew came out of the airlock, they were met", "Down far below, it had been a still black shadow, and then it moved.\n Steffens froze. And he knew, even at that distance, that it was a robot.", "They came, wonderingly, and the ring of robots widened. Steffens heard\n the one robot speak again. The voice was now much more friendly.", "\"Will the others come down?\" asked the robot, still mechanically.\n\n\n Steffens felt his embarrassment. The ship lay high in the mist above,\n jets throbbing gently." ] ]

[ "How does the main character think that people who work for MS can be differentiated from the average Princeton intellectual?", "How does the main character's view of his chosen work differ from that of his assistant's?", "Which part of the body does the main character think is easiest to re-create mechanically and why?", "Why did the main character decide that Kujack should have permanent metal and plastic sockets affixed to his leg stumps?", "Why is the boss's response to the main character's problems with creating a functioning artificial leg particularly tasteless?", "Where did Ellsom and the main character go to college for their Bachelors degrees?", "What does Ellsom say caused him to become an alcoholic?", "How does Ellsom summarize the way an artificial intelligence machine could be used to conduct military operations?" ]

[ [ "He has not been able to find a way to differentiate MS men from the others.", "He makes the connection that all the MS men wear sloppy dungarees, while the rest at least wear chinos.", "He notices that the MS men all have a gold edge on their Princeton lapel pins, while the rest have a silver edge.", "He thinks that the ones who dress most like Albert Einstein are the ones who work for MS." ], [ "The main character thinks that a man of science should see the principles of work in everything he does, including sawing up logs, while his assistant seems to think that scientists need a mental escape from the precise and intricate details of their work.", "The main character believes that scientists should simply do science and let the psychologists and politicians figure out the ethics, while the assistant believes that scientists should choose their projects so as not to tempt society with inventions that have a potentially evil side.", "The assistant tends to view scientific problems from the view of the whole tree first, working down to individual tree rings and wood grains, while the main character immerses himself in the intricate details and only occasionally steps back to consider the whole picture.", "The main character wishes he had chosen a different profession, one that would totally occupy his mind, like neurosurgery, while the assistant, who also wishes he had chosen a different career, would have liked to be a cabinetmaker, with the satisfaction of seeing his work in finished, concrete objects." ], [ "The legs are easiest because their neuro-motor systems are simpler to build than trying to imitate the many synapses in a brain.", "His boss thinks that legs are easiest, but the main character things that arms are easier because they don't have to provide \"structural pillars\" for the body, or provide equilibrium and balance.", "The brain is easiest because the functions it has to reproduce are narrower than the requirements that must be met by other body parts.", "An artificial ear is easiest because the physics underlying the detection of sound waves, the conversion of those waves to electrical impulses is already well understood, just building off the gramophone." ], [ "His boss made this decision because it looked like the main character was ignoring the discomfort of the test subject, and that could have been reported as an ethics violation.", "He made this decision so that each new experimental limb could be snapped into place whenever it was ready to try out, resulting in gains of efficiency for the workers, and more comfort for the patient.", "The neuro team made this decision before the main character took over the Pro lab to make it faster for the scientists and less painful for the patient to try out new revisions of prostheses.", "He made this decision because he feared that Kujack, who appeared malicious and somewhat sneering, though he said little, would walk away from the project otherwise." ], [ "What he should have said was that the Pro team should try going out on a limb.", "The boss implies that the main character is just dumb and can't figure out the problem.", "The boss displays no compassion for how hard the main character and his team have been working to solve the problems.", "The boss makes a pun with the double meaning of \"can't figure something out\" and \"the end of an amputated limb.\"" ], [ "Massachusetts Institute of Technology", "Princeton", "Cal Tech", "New York State University" ], [ "Ellsom confessed that he had always been a little wild, and with drinking, one thing led to another and he just could not stop.", "Watching an artificial intelligence machine of his own creation best the human brain by beating a world champion at chess.", "His inability to create an artificial intelligence machine that could meet the longstanding goal of beating a competent human chess player.", "Marilyn, the woman he had stolen from the main character some years ago, had left him for another man." ], [ "The computers would eliminate war by having each side's machines calculate the most equitable resolution to the conflict. The humans would agree beforehand to accept the computers' decisions as final and implement them.", "It would be like a game of chess between countries, and the machines would predict every military move, including when the war should start. The countries engaged in the conflict would agree on the date, and then each blow the other's computers up with nuclear bombs simultaneously.", "Each side's computers would predict every move in the military campaign, and as with a game of chess, each side in the war would move their pieces on a map of the world in response to the predictions. The side predicted to win would be declared the winner, eliminating actual, physical war.", "The computers would be used to direct remote operations, like bombs dropped on high-value targets from pilotless airplanes." ] ]

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[ [ "So\nthat\nwas the secret of MS! The most extraordinary machine ever\n devised by the human mind! It was hard to conceal the thrill of\n excitement I felt, even as a relative outsider.", "but a lot of these collegiate-looking chaps must be in the MS end,\n whatever that is. You'd think fellows in something secret like that\n would dress and behave with a little more dignity.", "in MS! Found out about it in a funny way. Two mornings a week,\n it seems, the staff members get into their skiing and hunting clothes", "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"", "Damn! Everybody knows MS is the thing to get into. It gives you real\n standing in the field if it gets around that you're an MS man. I had my", "\"Oh?\" I said. \"Does that mean you're in MS?\" It wasn't an easy idea to\n accept, but I think I was pretty successful in keeping my tone casual.", "\"Do you know him?\" the boss said. \"Good man. One of the best\n brains-and-games men you'll find anywhere.\"", "a Bronx cheer. Naturally, for my prowess in the electronic simulation\n of I.Q., I was tapped for the brain department of these hallowed\n precincts.\"", "Einstein made so famous) and moccasins, and when they're not puttering\n in the labs they're likely to be lolling on the grass, lounging in", "Brains-and-games—that's what MS is all about, obviously. It had to\n happen: out of the mathematical analysis of chess came a robot chess", "the real glamor boys of the profession. They're not asked to duplicate\n the human brain in its\nentirety\n—all they have to do is isolate and", "That's why the robot-brain boys can get such quick and spectacular\n results, have their pictures in the papers all the time, and become", "\"Maybe you know,\" he went on, \"that in the days of Oppenheimer and\n Einstein, this place was called the Institute for Advanced Studies.", "from the Pentagon's hush-hush policy about it, that that's what we're\n working on here at IFACS. So he holds forth on the subject of Emsiac,\n and I listen.\"", "It was run pretty loosely then—in addition to the mathematicians and\n physicists, they had all sorts of queer ducks hanging around—poets,", "!\nOctober 5, 1959\nWell, here I am at Princeton. IFACS is quite a place,\nquite\na place,", "I explained that Len had gotten his degree at M.I.T. the year before I\n did. From what I'd heard, I added, he'd done some important work on the\n Remington-Rand ballistics computer.", "of protest against what he regards as the \"genteel\" manner of academic\n people. \"I got sort of restless this morning, so I ducked out and beat", "\"He did indeed,\" the boss said, \"but that's not the half of it. After\n that he made some major contributions to the robot chess player. As a\n matter of fact, that's why he's here.\"", "\"Nonsense,\" the boss insisted. \"You're first and foremost a talented\n neuro man, and that's exactly what we need in the Pro department." ], [ "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"", "\"I'm very glad to know that,\" the boss said. \"Confirms my own feeling\n about him.\"", "\"He did indeed,\" the boss said, \"but that's not the half of it. After\n that he made some major contributions to the robot chess player. As a\n matter of fact, that's why he's here.\"", "\"Do you know him?\" the boss said. \"Good man. One of the best\n brains-and-games men you'll find anywhere.\"", "\"Not at all,\" I said. \"\nYou\nmade the machine, didn't you? Therefore,\n no matter what it does, it's only an extension of you. You should feel\n proud to have devised a powerful new tool.\"", "\"Don't get me wrong, Doc,\" he said, much too innocently. \"It's just\n that I've been thinking. Maybe you'd have more luck if you thought of\n me as a bedbug.\"", "this afternoon. He's a bum, you see, but he's got a damned good mind\n and he's done a lot of reading. Among other things, he's smart enough", "Don't know what to make of Kujack. His attitude is peculiar. Of course,\n he's very co-operative, lies back on the fitting table and doesn't", "behind his back. But this machine which I built, helped build, is the\n champion chess player of the world. In other words, my brain has given", "and tramp into the woods to cut logs for their fireplaces. Well, this\n morning I went with them, and as we were walking along the trail\n Goldweiser, my assistant, told me the idea behind these expeditions.", "\"Definitely,\" I said. \"I'd be the last one in the world to say a word\n against Len, but he was always a little peculiar. Very gay one moment", "\"Ollie, my boy,\" he said in an exaggerated stage whisper, putting his\n finger to his lips, \"in the beginning was the word and the word was", "\"Stop wearing your loyalty oath on your sleeve,\" he said belligerently.\n \"Sure I want to talk about it. Greatest subject I know. Begin at", "even wince when we snap on the pros, and he does his best to carry out\n instructions. Still, there's something funny about the way he looks at", "\"Look here, Parks,\" the boss said. He seemed a little peeved.\n \"Cybernetics is teamwork, and the first rule of any team is that not", "October 6, 1959\nMet the boss this morning—hardly out of his thirties, crew-cut,", "alike, those in legs are much simpler. If we build satisfactory legs,\n the boss figures, we can then tackle arms; the main difficulties will\n have been licked.", "\"Nonsense,\" the boss insisted. \"You're first and foremost a talented\n neuro man, and that's exactly what we need in the Pro department.", "I didn't care for his cynical attitude at all, but he had a point. Len\n Ellsom just has to build a fancy adding machine to get his picture in", "So\nthat\nwas the secret of MS! The most extraordinary machine ever\n devised by the human mind! It was hard to conceal the thrill of\n excitement I felt, even as a relative outsider." ], [ "alike, those in legs are much simpler. If we build satisfactory legs,\n the boss figures, we can then tackle arms; the main difficulties will\n have been licked.", "There, you see, the problem is primarily one of duplicating a nervous\n mechanism in the metal, of bridging the gap between the neuronic and", "When you're told to build an artificial leg that'll take the place\n of a real one, the headaches begin. Your machine must not only\nlook", "\"Not at all,\" I said. \"\nYou\nmade the machine, didn't you? Therefore,\n no matter what it does, it's only an extension of you. You should feel\n proud to have devised a powerful new tool.\"", "operation, along mechanical rather than neural lines, would be a lot\n simpler.\"", "behind his back. But this machine which I built, helped build, is the\n champion chess player of the world. In other words, my brain has given", "Take this afternoon, for instance. I've just worked out an entirely\n different kind of leg based on a whole new arrangement of solenoids to", "So you're not duplicating this or that function; you're reconstructing\n the organ in its totality, or trying to. Your pro must have a full set", "Also\n, it must fit into the same space.\nAlso\n, it must feel everything a real leg feels—touch, heat, cold,", "birth to a brain which can do things my brain could never do. Don't you\n find that terrifying?\"", "\"All right,\" I said. \"Let's make a test. I understand you used to be\n quite a football player. Well, just think of how you used to kick a\n football and try to do it now.\"", "worked out and fitted to Kujack's stumps, and the muscular and\n neural tissues had knitted satisfactorily. There was only one hitch:", "side—I've worked out a new solenoid system, with some miniature motors\n tied in, and I think it'll give us a leg that\nmoves\ndamned well. I", "duplicate the muscle systems, and I decided to give it a try. When I\n was slipping the model into place, I looked up and caught Kujack's eye", "all that. What's more, it doesn't even have to\nlook\nlike a brain or\n fit into the tiny space occupied by a real brain. It can be housed", "on just how\nmany\nof the functions you want to duplicate, just how\nmuch\nof the total organ you want to replace.", "The robot brain called the Eniac, for example, is exactly what its\n name implies—an Electronic Numerical Integrator and Computer, and", "\"Why all the jitters?\" I said. \"This could be the most wonderful tool\n ever invented. It might eliminate war altogether.\"", "\"Don't get me wrong, Doc,\" he said, much too innocently. \"It's just\n that I've been thinking. Maybe you'd have more luck if you thought of\n me as a bedbug.\"", "There's no mystery about the failures. Not to me, anyhow. Cybernetics\n is simply the science of building machines that will duplicate and" ], [ "When Kujack arrived, the neuro boys made a major decision. It didn't\n make sense, they agreed, to keep building experimental legs directly", "worked out and fitted to Kujack's stumps, and the muscular and\n neural tissues had knitted satisfactorily. There was only one hitch:", "into the muscles and nerves of Kujack's stumps; the surgical procedure\n in these cine-plastic jobs is complicated as all getout, involves a", "Instead, they hit on the idea of integrating permanent metal and\n plastic sockets into the stumps, so constructed that each new", "Don't know what to make of Kujack. His attitude is peculiar. Of course,\n he's very co-operative, lies back on the fitting table and doesn't", "When you're told to build an artificial leg that'll take the place\n of a real one, the headaches begin. Your machine must not only\nlook", "experimental limb can be snapped into place whenever it's ready for a\n trial.\nBy the time I took over, two weeks ago, Goldweiser had the sockets", "duplicate the muscle systems, and I decided to give it a try. When I\n was slipping the model into place, I looked up and caught Kujack's eye", "Hospital—fellow by the name of Kujack, who lost both his legs in a\n land mine explosion outside Pyongyang—and shipped him up here to be a\n subject in our experiments.", "alike, those in legs are much simpler. If we build satisfactory legs,\n the boss figures, we can then tackle arms; the main difficulties will\n have been licked.", "Well, last summer, in line with this approach, the Army picked out\n a double amputee from the outpatient department of Walter Reed", "for prosthetics, artificial limbs. You know, it's really a scandal.\n With our present level of technology, we should have artificial limbs\n which in many ways are even better than the originals, but actually", "Also\n, it must fit into the same space.\nAlso\n, it must feel everything a real leg feels—touch, heat, cold,", "When our twenty-fourth experimental model turned out to be a dud last\n week—it just hung from Kujack's stump, quivering like one of my robot", "\"Not at all,\" I said. \"\nYou\nmade the machine, didn't you? Therefore,\n no matter what it does, it's only an extension of you. You should feel\n proud to have devised a powerful new tool.\"", "There, you see, the problem is primarily one of duplicating a nervous\n mechanism in the metal, of bridging the gap between the neuronic and", "side—I've worked out a new solenoid system, with some miniature motors\n tied in, and I think it'll give us a leg that\nmoves\ndamned well. I", "pain, moisture, kinesthetic sensations—\nas well as\nexecute all the\n brain-directed movements that a real leg can.", "Take this afternoon, for instance. I've just worked out an entirely\n different kind of leg based on a whole new arrangement of solenoids to", "He really seemed to be trying; the effort made him sweat. All that\n happened, though, was that the big toe wriggled a little and the knee" ], [ "When you're told to build an artificial leg that'll take the place\n of a real one, the headaches begin. Your machine must not only\nlook", "alike, those in legs are much simpler. If we build satisfactory legs,\n the boss figures, we can then tackle arms; the main difficulties will\n have been licked.", "\"He did indeed,\" the boss said, \"but that's not the half of it. After\n that he made some major contributions to the robot chess player. As a\n matter of fact, that's why he's here.\"", "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"", "\"Not at all,\" I said. \"\nYou\nmade the machine, didn't you? Therefore,\n no matter what it does, it's only an extension of you. You should feel\n proud to have devised a powerful new tool.\"", "twenty-three limbs had been designed, and all twenty-three had been\n dismal flops. That's when the boss called me in.", "He really seemed to be trying; the effort made him sweat. All that\n happened, though, was that the big toe wriggled a little and the knee", "\"You mean,\" the boss said with a smile, \"that it's stumping you.\"", "A year ago, the boss laid down a policy for the lab: begin with legs\n because, while the neuro-motor systems in legs and arms are a lot", "When Kujack arrived, the neuro boys made a major decision. It didn't\n make sense, they agreed, to keep building experimental legs directly", "I turned around to see who could be making jokes in such bad taste\n and—as I might have guessed—it was Len Ellsom. He was just as\n surprised as I was.", "\"Look here, Parks,\" the boss said. He seemed a little peeved.\n \"Cybernetics is teamwork, and the first rule of any team is that not", "\"Don't get me wrong, Doc,\" he said, much too innocently. \"It's just\n that I've been thinking. Maybe you'd have more luck if you thought of\n me as a bedbug.\"", "\"Do you know him?\" the boss said. \"Good man. One of the best\n brains-and-games men you'll find anywhere.\"", "I'm no Eniac, but I can occasionally put two and two together myself.\n If the boss's remarks mean anything, they mean that an electronic brain", "When our twenty-fourth experimental model turned out to be a dud last\n week—it just hung from Kujack's stump, quivering like one of my robot", "Don't know what to make of Kujack. His attitude is peculiar. Of course,\n he's very co-operative, lies back on the fitting table and doesn't", "I didn't care for his cynical attitude at all, but he had a point. Len\n Ellsom just has to build a fancy adding machine to get his picture in", "Take this afternoon, for instance. I've just worked out an entirely\n different kind of leg based on a whole new arrangement of solenoids to", "Also\n, it must fit into the same space.\nAlso\n, it must feel everything a real leg feels—touch, heat, cold," ], [ "The usual Ellsom technique for irritating people, too. He's still\n trying to get my goat; he knows how much I've always hated to be called", "\"By the way, sir,\" I said, \"I ran into Len Ellsom the other day. I\n didn't know he was here.\"", "right in the middle of MS! That lad certainly gets around. It's the\n usual Ellsom charm, I suppose.", "\"From Doc Ellsom. I was having some beers with him the other night.\n He's got a very high opinion of you, says you build the best bedbugs in\n the business.\"", "heart set on getting into MS.\nOctober 6, 1959\nIt never rains, etc.: now it turns out that Len Ellsom's here, and\nhe's", "I turned around to see who could be making jokes in such bad taste\n and—as I might have guessed—it was Len Ellsom. He was just as\n surprised as I was.", "I explained that Len had gotten his degree at M.I.T. the year before I\n did. From what I'd heard, I added, he'd done some important work on the\n Remington-Rand ballistics computer.", "I find it hard to believe that Len Ellsom would say anything really\n nice about me. Must be his guilt about Marilyn that makes him talk that", "\"Well,\" he said, \"if it isn't Ollie Parks! I thought you were out in\n Cal Tech, building schizophrenic bedbugs.\"", "Guess I was a little previous in packing my soup-and-fish. Soon as I\n was shown to my room in the bachelor dorms, I dug it out and hung it", "Einstein made so famous) and moccasins, and when they're not puttering\n in the labs they're likely to be lolling on the grass, lounging in", "\"Maybe you know,\" he went on, \"that in the days of Oppenheimer and\n Einstein, this place was called the Institute for Advanced Studies.", "There was no shaking him off, so I followed him down to his car and we\n drove to this sleazy little bar in the Negro part of town. As soon as", "\"Ollie, my boy,\" he said in an exaggerated stage whisper, putting his\n finger to his lips, \"in the beginning was the word and the word was", "It was run pretty loosely then—in addition to the mathematicians and\n physicists, they had all sorts of queer ducks hanging around—poets,", "but a lot of these collegiate-looking chaps must be in the MS end,\n whatever that is. You'd think fellows in something secret like that\n would dress and behave with a little more dignity.", "\"Really brilliant mind,\" the boss said after we'd sawed for a while.\n \"Keen. But he's a little erratic—quirky, queer sense of humor. Isn't\n that your impression?\"", "this afternoon. He's a bum, you see, but he's got a damned good mind\n and he's done a lot of reading. Among other things, he's smart enough", "and tramp into the woods to cut logs for their fireplaces. Well, this\n morning I went with them, and as we were walking along the trail\n Goldweiser, my assistant, told me the idea behind these expeditions.", "What had he been so scared about? It seemed to me he should have felt\n happy.\n\n\n \"Listen, Ollie,\" he said, \"for Christ's sake, stop talking like a Boy\n Scout for once in your life.\"" ], [ "The usual Ellsom technique for irritating people, too. He's still\n trying to get my goat; he knows how much I've always hated to be called", "I find it hard to believe that Len Ellsom would say anything really\n nice about me. Must be his guilt about Marilyn that makes him talk that", "I turned around to see who could be making jokes in such bad taste\n and—as I might have guessed—it was Len Ellsom. He was just as\n surprised as I was.", "statement. Hell with the Aesopian language. I've been a plain lush for\n going on three years. Ever since—\"", "\"From Doc Ellsom. I was having some beers with him the other night.\n He's got a very high opinion of you, says you build the best bedbugs in\n the business.\"", "I saw immediately that he was drunk—he always gets his words mixed\n up when he's drunk—and I tried to placate him by explaining that it\n wasn't anything like that; I'd been busy.", "\"By the way, sir,\" I said, \"I ran into Len Ellsom the other day. I\n didn't know he was here.\"", "What had he been so scared about? It seemed to me he should have felt\n happy.\n\n\n \"Listen, Ollie,\" he said, \"for Christ's sake, stop talking like a Boy\n Scout for once in your life.\"", "\"Lushing it up,\" he said. \"Getting stinking from drinking.\" He still\n likes to use the most flamboyant slang; I consider it an infantile form", "I didn't care for his cynical attitude at all, but he had a point. Len\n Ellsom just has to build a fancy adding machine to get his picture in", "\"Definitely,\" I said. \"I'd be the last one in the world to say a word\n against Len, but he was always a little peculiar. Very gay one moment", "There was no shaking him off, so I followed him down to his car and we\n drove to this sleazy little bar in the Negro part of town. As soon as", "right in the middle of MS! That lad certainly gets around. It's the\n usual Ellsom charm, I suppose.", "heart set on getting into MS.\nOctober 6, 1959\nIt never rains, etc.: now it turns out that Len Ellsom's here, and\nhe's", "\"Restless for going on three years now.\" His face grew solemn, as\n though he were thinking it over very carefully. \"I'll amend that", "and very sour the next, and inclined to poke fun at things other people\n take seriously. He used to write poetry.\"", "\"Some tool,\" he sneered. He was so drunk by now that I could hardly\n understand what he was saying. \"The General Staff boys in Washington", "tell an old cyberneticist pal about it. Been a lush for three years\n because I've been scared for three years. Been scared for three years", "\"Ollie, my boy,\" he said in an exaggerated stage whisper, putting his\n finger to his lips, \"in the beginning was the word and the word was", "He wants to talk about Marilyn, I suppose. Naturally. He has a guilty\n conscience. I'll have to make it quite clear to him that the whole" ], [ "player, and out of the chess player came some kind of mechanical brain\n that's useful in military strategy.\nThat's\nwhat Len Ellsom's in the", "\"We're aiming at a military strategy machine which can digest reports\n from all the units on all the fronts and from moment to moment, on", "everything else. So the Pentagon boys set up IFACS and handed us a\n top-priority cybernetics project: to build a superduper chess player", "\"In other words, my beamish Boy Scout, modern war needs just this kind\n of strategy tool; the General Staff has to be mechanized along with", "the basis of that steady stream of information, grind out an elastic\n overall strategy and dictate concrete tactical directives to all the\n units. Wiener warned this might happen, and he was right. A very nifty", "\"He thinks Emsiac might eliminate war, too, but not in the way a\n Boy Scout might think. What he says is that all the industrialized", "appears. They climb into planes, take off and—this is beautiful—drop\n all their atom bombs and H-bombs on the machines. It happens", "that could oversee a complicated military maneuver, maybe later a whole\n campaign, maybe ultimately a whole global war.", "The robot brain called the Eniac, for example, is exactly what its\n name implies—an Electronic Numerical Integrator and Computer, and", "\"Not at all,\" I said. \"\nYou\nmade the machine, didn't you? Therefore,\n no matter what it does, it's only an extension of you. You should feel\n proud to have devised a powerful new tool.\"", "to see that once you've got your theory of games worked out, there's\n at least the logical possibility of converting your Eniac into what\n he calls a Strategy Integrator and Computer. And he's guessed, simply", "behind his back. But this machine which I built, helped build, is the\n champion chess player of the world. In other words, my brain has given", "\"Why all the jitters?\" I said. \"This could be the most wonderful tool\n ever invented. It might eliminate war altogether.\"", "it just has to be able to integrate and compute figures faster and\n more accurately than the human brain can. It doesn't have to have\n daydreams and nightmares, make wisecracks, suffer from anxiety, and", "\"I was with Remington a couple of years,\" he told me. \"If I do say\n so myself, we built the Air Force a real humdinger of a brain—in", "capable of playing games has been developed, and that it's led to\n something important militarily. Of course! I could kick myself for not\n having guessed it before.", "in a six-story building and look like an overgrown typewriter or an\n automobile dashboard or even a pogo stick. All it has to do is tell you\n that two times two equals four, and tell you fast.", "operation, along mechanical rather than neural lines, would be a lot\n simpler.\"", "The usual Ellsom technique for irritating people, too. He's still\n trying to get my goat; he knows how much I've always hated to be called", "from the Pentagon's hush-hush policy about it, that that's what we're\n working on here at IFACS. So he holds forth on the subject of Emsiac,\n and I listen.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the relationship between Mike Kenscott and Adric?", "Why did the eagle break off from the engagement with Mike?", "Why is Andy so angry about the incident with the eagle?", "What does Mike do to convince Andy that he is not a mental case?", "What can Mike do that other people cannot do?", "How did the military establishment handle Mike in the aftermath of his accident?", "What triggers Mike to hear voices during the night after the incident with the eagle?", "Why does Andric end up lying on the bed?", "What does the fact that the main character is evidently the \"Lord of the Crimson Tower\" explain, that he had seemed puzzled about?", "What do Mike and Andric have in common?" ]

[ [ "Adric is Mike's half-brother who lives far up in the Sierra Madre mountains. Mike doesn't seem him very often.", "Adric lives in the future. Mike is Adric's ancestor, back in the genealogical mists of time.", "This tale has two separate substories, and the Mike and Adric characters are each the main character of their own story line, one having nothing to do with the other.", "Mike and Adric are two personalities, or people, occupying the same brain space." ], [ "His brother stabbed it with his hunting knife.", "The eagle didn't start it in the first place, so when Mike lost his grip on the bird, it left immediately.", "His brother beat it off with his camera.", "He pulled at its pinion feathers and broke its wing." ], [ "Andy is disgusted at this evidence of cruelty toward animals displayed by his brother, and he remembers some other incidents too, like the cat that Mike skinned and left for dead.", "He is afraid that his brother is mentally unbalanced, possibly as a result of his inability to let go of his work and relax on vacation.", "Eagles are a protected species, and Andy does not want them to get in trouble with the authorities for harming such a majestic bird.", "Mike ruined Andy's chance to take a really unique photo of an eagle that would have been an asset to Andy's portfolio, magazine front cover-quality." ], [ "Mike shows Andy the burn scars on his body from the incident in his lab, which convinced Andy that the military had carried out some unethical bio-engineering experiment on Mike that left him with post-traumatic stress syndrome.", "Mike shows Any documents on the secret projects he worked on in the military, and subsequently at General Electric. He admits the experiments have had some odd side effects, but the documents convince Andy that it is real, not craziness affecting his brother.", "Mike shows Andy an observable, repeatable, physical effect that Mike has on a radio, an effect that is easily understood as being abnormal, because Andy can restore normal behavior by touching the device after Mike does.", "Mike buys Andy a new camera and promises to lay off the long work hours and go fishing with Andy the next day." ], [ "Communicate with Martians.", "Absorb electric current into his body without it harming his body.", "Switch electrical equipment on and off just by thinking \"On\" or \"Off,\" without actually touching the devices.", "Heal his body and make scars disappear using electric current." ], [ "The military tried to give Mike the resources he needed to research what had happened to him, but the incident had profound after effects, and they finally discharged him to a mental hospital for proper care.", "It was military medical experiments that caused Mike's problems in the first place. They tried to hush it up and keep Mike out of the public eye, but everyone could see he was an oddity, so they wiped his memories and gave him a new identity.", "The military knew that Mike had been in communication with aliens, though their public story was a lightning strike on the lab. Sending him to Korea was their last attempt to shut him up about his experience.", "The official report said his lab had been destroyed by a lightning strike, although the military knew this was a lie. They ordered secrecy and transferred Mike first to another type of work, then to a remote outpost in Alaska." ], [ "He had spent the evening thinking about his weird ability to absorb current, trying to understand it, then decided to go to the basement and see if he still had his ability to absorb all the electricity from the dynamo. When he touched it, he started hearing voices.", "After the uncomfortable fight with Andy in the afternoon and the heart-to-heart conversation in the evening, Mike was exhausted and switched off the lights and fell asleep. As soon as he fell into REM sleep, he started hearing the voices.", "He had spent the evening thinking about his weird ability to absorb current, trying to understand it, then decided to go to bed and in a moment of inattention, he touched an electronic device - the light switch. This triggered the voices.", "He had spent the evening thinking about his erratic and obsessive behavior, and how it was hurting the people around him, and after a sufficient amount of \"self-medicating\" with the whiskey the brothers kept at the cabin, he heard voices." ], [ "He went to bed in the late evening and slept restlessly.", "He fainted and hit his head and the other people in the room put him in bed.", "He always lay on his back in his bed when he intended to travel the time ellipse.", "He and Gamine had a few moments to make love before Narayan entered the room and she leaped out of bed so no one would know what they'd done." ], [ "It explains why he is wearing a crimson flannel nightshirt. It doesn't explain why the nightshirt only comes down to his loins.", "It explains why he is being served by a man in a blue robe.", "It explains why his nightshirt has a crimson \"A\" (for Andric) embroidered on the left shoulder.", "It explains why the handsome Evarin comes to see him wearing green." ], [ "Each of them, in his world, is thought to be insane by others around him.", "They like to wear red flannel shirts.", "They both speak English.", "They both live in the town of Narabedia, at the foot of the Sierra Madre mountains." ] ]

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[ [ "Somewhere on the Time Ellipse Mike Kenscott became Adric;\n\n and the only way to return to his own identity was to find", "I jerked my elbow toward the window. \"Those are my own mountains out\n there,\" I said roughly. \"I'm not Adric, whoever he is. My name's Mike", "The tiredness seemed part of Rhys voice. \"Adric,\" he said wearily. \"Try\n to remember.\" He shrugged his lean shoulders. \"You are in your own", "explaining it to him a dozen times a cycle. He will never be of use\n to us again. This time Karamy won. Adric; try to remember. You are at\n home, in Narabedla.\"", "\"It is real,\" said Rhys, compassion in his tired face. \"He has been\n very far on the Time Ellipse, Gamine. Adric, try to understand. This", "in my mind that was Adric impinging on consciousness. I was not Adric.\n I would\nnot\nbe. I dared not go to the window and look out at the", "Wasn't it? No. I was Mike Kenscott. Hang on to that. Two and two are\n four. The circumference equals the radius squared times pi. Four rulls", "\"Adric, you are not amusing!\" The blue-robe's voice was edged with\n anger. \"Use what intelligence you have left! You have had enough", "Left alone, I flung myself down on the high bed, stubbornly\n concentrating on Mike Kenscott, shutting out the vague blurred mystery", "The words were meaningless. I stared, trapped. I clung to hold on to\n identity. \"Adric—\" I said, bewildered. That was my name. Was it?", "like that. Adric's body. Adric's brain. The brain convolutions, the\n memory centers, the habit patterns—you'd still be Adric. The idea that", "Gamine moved impatiently. \"Oh, very well. You are Adric of Narabedla;", "The exultation faded from Gamine's voice imperceptibly. \"Never mind. It\n is improbable in any case. No, Adric; not really travelling. You were", "this! Who am I supposed to be? You called me Adric. I'm no more Adric\n than you are!\"", "But persistently the Adric memories came, a guilty feeling of a\n shirked duty, and a frightened face—a real face, not a blurred", "determine that he was akin to Adric, or me, even before the automatic\n habit of memory fitted name and identity to him. \"Evarin,\" I said,\n warily.", "\"I'm not Adric—\" I raged. \"Adric sent me here—\"", "\"I know all that, Kenscott. No electrical storms reported in the\n vicinity; no radio disturbance within a thousand miles. But—\" his jaw", "is the chemming of twilp—\nstop that!\nMike Kenscott. Summer", "Adric, tell me; did Earth truly have but one sun?\"" ], [ "me\nwhat happened! Mike, what in the devil\n were you thinking about? You told me yourself that an eagle will attack", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "in my ears as the eagle started away with flapping, angry wings—then,\n in fury, swept down at me, pinions beating around my head. I heard and", "eagle failed to scent or to see us, swooping down and dropping on the\n cougar's head. Andy's camera clicked twice. The eagle thrust in its\n beak—", "it. Lucky thing for me; an eagle can be a mean bird. But why, why in\n the living hell had I done a thing like that? I'd warned Andy time", "I took a step to follow, then stopped, bending to retrieve the broken\n pieces of Andy's cherished camera. The kid must have hit the eagle with", "I turned to Andy, knee-deep in the icy stream beside me. \"There's your\n eagle. Probably smells that cougar I shot yesterday.\" I started to reel", "We crouched together in the underbrush, watching, as the big bird\n of prey wheeled down in a slow spiral toward the dead cougar. Andy", "from the attacking eagle, my hand tugging automatically at the hunting\n knife in my belt. Andy's shout of surprised anger was a faraway noise", "The bird screamed again, warily, head cocked into the wind. We were to\n leeward; the scent of the carrion masked our enemy smell from him. The", "a man if he's bothered. I had him square in the camera when you jumped\n out of there like a bat out of a belfry and went for the eagle with\n your knife! You must be clean crazy!\"", "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "was trembling with excitement, the camera poised against his chest,\n his eyes glued in the image-finder. \"Golly—\" he whispered, almost\n prayerfully, \"six foot wing spread—maybe more—\"", "and time again to stay clear of the big birds. Now that the urgency\n of action had deserted me, I felt stupid and a little lightheaded. I", "felt the wicked beak dart in, and thrust blindly upward with the knife,\n ripped, slashing, hearing the bird's scream of pain and the flapping of\n wide wings. A red haze spun around me—", "face. \"Darn it, Mike, you've been acting crazy for a week! I don't mind\n the blamed camera, but when you start going for eagles with your bare", "face lost some of his bitterness. He said more quietly, \"The falcon\n flown cannot be recalled. I came only to tell you that you are free.\"", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "A red-hot wire flared in my brain. The bird—the bird—I leaped out of\n cover, running swiftly across the ten-foot clearing that separated us", "Left alone, I flung myself down on the high bed, stubbornly\n concentrating on Mike Kenscott, shutting out the vague blurred mystery" ], [ "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "it. Lucky thing for me; an eagle can be a mean bird. But why, why in\n the living hell had I done a thing like that? I'd warned Andy time", "I turned to Andy, knee-deep in the icy stream beside me. \"There's your\n eagle. Probably smells that cougar I shot yesterday.\" I started to reel", "I took a step to follow, then stopped, bending to retrieve the broken\n pieces of Andy's cherished camera. The kid must have hit the eagle with", "in my ears as the eagle started away with flapping, angry wings—then,\n in fury, swept down at me, pinions beating around my head. I heard and", "eagle failed to scent or to see us, swooping down and dropping on the\n cougar's head. Andy's camera clicked twice. The eagle thrust in its\n beak—", "\"Must be real important,\" Andy said sourly, \"if it makes you act like\n bughouse bait.\"", "from the attacking eagle, my hand tugging automatically at the hunting\n knife in my belt. Andy's shout of surprised anger was a faraway noise", "a man if he's bothered. I had him square in the camera when you jumped\n out of there like a bat out of a belfry and went for the eagle with\n your knife! You must be clean crazy!\"", "\"Andy—I'll get you another camera—\"\n\n\n \"I said, it's okay. Now, damn it, eat.\"", "me\nwhat happened! Mike, what in the devil\n were you thinking about? You told me yourself that an eagle will attack", "We crouched together in the underbrush, watching, as the big bird\n of prey wheeled down in a slow spiral toward the dead cougar. Andy", "\"Sit down, Andy,\" I told him. \"You don't know what happened down there.\n Now that the war's over, it's no military secret, and I'll tell you\n what happened.\"", "\"You'd better let it alone!\" Andy said shakily.", "\"Michael! For the luvvagod stop it and let me get some sleep!\" Andy\n exploded, and I sank down in the chair again. \"Sorry, Andy.\"", "\"Andy—\" I said.\n\n\n \"It's okay, Mike. Sit down and eat your supper. I didn't wait for the\n fish.\"", "I let the knife drop out of my hand. \"Yeah—\" I said heavily, \"Yeah,\n I guess I spoiled your picture, Andy. I'm sorry—I didn't—\" my voice", "was trembling with excitement, the camera poised against his chest,\n his eyes glued in the image-finder. \"Golly—\" he whispered, almost\n prayerfully, \"six foot wing spread—maybe more—\"", "I swore, slamming down the window. I was going to bed. Andy was right.\n Either I was crazy or there was something wrong; in any case, sitting", "The bird screamed again, warily, head cocked into the wind. We were to\n leeward; the scent of the carrion masked our enemy smell from him. The" ], [ "\"Michael! For the luvvagod stop it and let me get some sleep!\" Andy\n exploded, and I sank down in the chair again. \"Sorry, Andy.\"", "\"Andy—\" I said.\n\n\n \"It's okay, Mike. Sit down and eat your supper. I didn't wait for the\n fish.\"", "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "didn't wonder Andy thought I was crazy. I thought so myself more than\n half the time. I stowed the broken camera in my tackle box, mentally\n promising Andy a better one; hunted up the abandoned lines and poles,", "\"Sit down, Andy,\" I told him. \"You don't know what happened down there.\n Now that the war's over, it's no military secret, and I'll tell you\n what happened.\"", "\"Must be real important,\" Andy said sourly, \"if it makes you act like\n bughouse bait.\"", "I swore, slamming down the window. I was going to bed. Andy was right.\n Either I was crazy or there was something wrong; in any case, sitting", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "face when I showed him the place where the scars had been. He didn't\n think I was crazy; he thought\nhe\nwas.", "a man if he's bothered. I had him square in the camera when you jumped\n out of there like a bat out of a belfry and went for the eagle with\n your knife! You must be clean crazy!\"", "\"Andy—I'll get you another camera—\"\n\n\n \"I said, it's okay. Now, damn it, eat.\"", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "\"You'd better let it alone!\" Andy said shakily.", "face. \"Darn it, Mike, you've been acting crazy for a week! I don't mind\n the blamed camera, but when you start going for eagles with your bare", "it. Lucky thing for me; an eagle can be a mean bird. But why, why in\n the living hell had I done a thing like that? I'd warned Andy time", "me around. It can't knock me out. Have you noticed I let you turn the\n lights on and off? The day we came up, I shorted my electric razor and\n blew out five fuses trying to change one.\"", "I swore and Andy sucked in his breath between his teeth, edging warily\n backward. He touched the dials again; once more the smoothness of the\n \"Fate\" symphony rolled out and swallowed us. I shivered.", "\"Going to read all night, Mike?\"\n\n\n \"If I feel like it,\" I said tersely and began walking up and down again.", "\"Yeah, I remember, you had to drive to town for them—\" My brother's\n eyes watched me, uneasy. \"Mike, you're kidding—\"" ], [ "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "me around. It can't knock me out. Have you noticed I let you turn the\n lights on and off? The day we came up, I shorted my electric razor and\n blew out five fuses trying to change one.\"", "\"Going to read all night, Mike?\"\n\n\n \"If I feel like it,\" I said tersely and began walking up and down again.", "I jerked my elbow toward the window. \"Those are my own mountains out\n there,\" I said roughly. \"I'm not Adric, whoever he is. My name's Mike", "face. \"Darn it, Mike, you've been acting crazy for a week! I don't mind\n the blamed camera, but when you start going for eagles with your bare", "\"Yeah, I remember, you had to drive to town for them—\" My brother's\n eyes watched me, uneasy. \"Mike, you're kidding—\"", "Wasn't it? No. I was Mike Kenscott. Hang on to that. Two and two are\n four. The circumference equals the radius squared times pi. Four rulls", "me\nwhat happened! Mike, what in the devil\n were you thinking about? You told me yourself that an eagle will attack", "\"Andy—\" I said.\n\n\n \"It's okay, Mike. Sit down and eat your supper. I didn't wait for the\n fish.\"", "Left alone, I flung myself down on the high bed, stubbornly\n concentrating on Mike Kenscott, shutting out the vague blurred mystery", "I saw the blurring around Gamine's invisible features twitch in a\n headshake. \"It's never been proven that two minds can be interchanged", "My brother stared at me as racing woodwinds caught up with the brasses.\n There was nothing wrong with the radio. \"Mike. What did you do to it?\"", "it. Lucky thing for me; an eagle can be a mean bird. But why, why in\n the living hell had I done a thing like that? I'd warned Andy time", "invisibility like Gamine's about himself. He didn't look as human as I.", "shocks men into insensibility or death. It doesn't explode. Radio waves\n are in themselves harmless. Most important of all, what maniac freak of\n lightning was I carrying in my body that made me immune to electrical", "right then every instrument in the place went haywire and five minutes\n later, part of the ceiling hit the floor and the floor went up through\n the roof. They found me, they say, lying half-crushed under a beam, and", "\"I wish I were,\" I said. \"That energy just drains into me, and nothing\n happens. I'm immune.\" I shrugged, rose and walked across to the", "I hadn't had any sleep for three nights, but that wasn't the reason. I\n was normal then; just another communications man, intent on radio and\n this new equipment and without any of the crazy impractical notions" ], [ "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "\"Sit down, Andy,\" I told him. \"You don't know what happened down there.\n Now that the war's over, it's no military secret, and I'll tell you\n what happened.\"", "I woke up eighteen hours later in a hospital with four cracked ribs,\n and a feeling as if I'd had a lot of voltage poured into me. It went in\n the report that I'd been struck by lightning.", "that had lost me my job later. They called it overwork, but I knew they\n thought the explosion had disturbed my brain. I didn't blame them. I\n would have liked to think so.", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "right then every instrument in the place went haywire and five minutes\n later, part of the ceiling hit the floor and the floor went up through\n the roof. They found me, they say, lying half-crushed under a beam, and", "I got along all right in Alaska, for a while. But I wasn't the same.\n The armistice had hardly been signed when they sent me back to the", "I knew the lab hadn't been struck by lightning. The Major knew it\n too; I found that out the day I reported back to work. All the time", "\"Yeah, I remember, you had to drive to town for them—\" My brother's\n eyes watched me, uneasy. \"Mike, you're kidding—\"", "But before I could show the scars to anybody outside the hospital, they\n were gone. Not healed; just gone. I remembered the look on the medic's", "Left alone, I flung myself down on the high bed, stubbornly\n concentrating on Mike Kenscott, shutting out the vague blurred mystery", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "body. I was still alive. It would have been a hell of a way to commit\n suicide—but I hadn't.", "that I couldn't walk without shaking, or light a cigarette without\n burning myself, for months. The thing I minded was what I remembered\nbefore", "face when I showed him the place where the scars had been. He didn't\n think I was crazy; he thought\nhe\nwas.", "I could understand all that. What I resented was the way they treated\n me after I went back to work. They transferred me to another division", "States with a recommendation of overwork. I tried to explain it to\n Andy. \"They said I needed a rest. Maybe so. The shock did something\n funny to me ... tore me open ... like the electric shock treatments", "\"Going to read all night, Mike?\"\n\n\n \"If I feel like it,\" I said tersely and began walking up and down again.", "I hadn't had any sleep for three nights, but that wasn't the reason. I\n was normal then; just another communications man, intent on radio and\n this new equipment and without any of the crazy impractical notions" ], [ "in my ears as the eagle started away with flapping, angry wings—then,\n in fury, swept down at me, pinions beating around my head. I heard and", "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "me\nwhat happened! Mike, what in the devil\n were you thinking about? You told me yourself that an eagle will attack", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "\"Going to read all night, Mike?\"\n\n\n \"If I feel like it,\" I said tersely and began walking up and down again.", "a man if he's bothered. I had him square in the camera when you jumped\n out of there like a bat out of a belfry and went for the eagle with\n your knife! You must be clean crazy!\"", "it. Lucky thing for me; an eagle can be a mean bird. But why, why in\n the living hell had I done a thing like that? I'd warned Andy time", "I turned to Andy, knee-deep in the icy stream beside me. \"There's your\n eagle. Probably smells that cougar I shot yesterday.\" I started to reel", "felt the wicked beak dart in, and thrust blindly upward with the knife,\n ripped, slashing, hearing the bird's scream of pain and the flapping of\n wide wings. A red haze spun around me—", "from the attacking eagle, my hand tugging automatically at the hunting\n knife in my belt. Andy's shout of surprised anger was a faraway noise", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "I blinked, rubbing my hand across my eyes. The hand came away wet. I\n was standing in the clearing, the knife in my hand red with blood. Bird\n blood. I heard myself ask, stupidly, \"What happened?\"", "face. \"Darn it, Mike, you've been acting crazy for a week! I don't mind\n the blamed camera, but when you start going for eagles with your bare", "over bad mountain roads. Neither of us had thought to turn off the\n radio; it was moaning out some interminable throbbing jazz. I turned\n over my notes, restlessly, not really seeing them. Once Andy's voice", "We crouched together in the underbrush, watching, as the big bird\n of prey wheeled down in a slow spiral toward the dead cougar. Andy", "The bird screamed again, warily, head cocked into the wind. We were to\n leeward; the scent of the carrion masked our enemy smell from him. The", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "and time again to stay clear of the big birds. Now that the urgency\n of action had deserted me, I felt stupid and a little lightheaded. I", "I swore, slamming down the window. I was going to bed. Andy was right.\n Either I was crazy or there was something wrong; in any case, sitting", "\"Michael! For the luvvagod stop it and let me get some sleep!\" Andy\n exploded, and I sank down in the chair again. \"Sorry, Andy.\"" ], [ "I swore, slamming down the window. I was going to bed. Andy was right.\n Either I was crazy or there was something wrong; in any case, sitting", "I was lying on a narrow, high bed in a room filled with doors and bars.\n I could see the edge of a carved mirror set in a frame, and the top", "\"Sit down, Andy,\" I told him. \"You don't know what happened down there.\n Now that the war's over, it's no military secret, and I'll tell you\n what happened.\"", "Left alone, I flung myself down on the high bed, stubbornly\n concentrating on Mike Kenscott, shutting out the vague blurred mystery", "\"Michael! For the luvvagod stop it and let me get some sleep!\" Andy\n exploded, and I sank down in the chair again. \"Sorry, Andy.\"", "right then every instrument in the place went haywire and five minutes\n later, part of the ceiling hit the floor and the floor went up through\n the roof. They found me, they say, lying half-crushed under a beam, and", "over bad mountain roads. Neither of us had thought to turn off the\n radio; it was moaning out some interminable throbbing jazz. I turned\n over my notes, restlessly, not really seeing them. Once Andy's voice", "I swore and Andy sucked in his breath between his teeth, edging warily\n backward. He touched the dials again; once more the smoothness of the\n \"Fate\" symphony rolled out and swallowed us. I shivered.", "I woke up eighteen hours later in a hospital with four cracked ribs,\n and a feeling as if I'd had a lot of voltage poured into me. It went in\n the report that I'd been struck by lightning.", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "moment I became conscious of what I was wearing. It seemed to be an\n old-fashioned nightshirt, chopped off at the loins, deep crimson in", "Andy came over and switched the button back on. The little panel light\n glowed steadily, and the mellow voice of Milton Cross filled the", "studied it, curious, between half-opened lids. But when I blinked, it\n rose and passed through one of the multitudinous doors; at once a soft", "of a chest of some kind. On a bench at the edge of my field of vision\n there were two figures sitting. One was the old grey man, hunched", "\"I wish I were,\" I said. \"That energy just drains into me, and nothing\n happens. I'm immune.\" I shrugged, rose and walked across to the", "The kid turned in early, but I stayed in the main room, smoking\n restlessly and wishing I could get a drink without driving eighty miles", "\"Going to read all night, Mike?\"\n\n\n \"If I feel like it,\" I said tersely and began walking up and down again.", "\"Narayan is the Dreamer,\" the tired voice said. \"He is the Dreamer, and\n where the Dreamer walks he will know. But have it your way. I am very", "here wouldn't help. If it didn't let up, I'd take the first train home\n and see a good electrician—or a psychiatrist. But right now, I was\n going to hit the sack.", "Where had the intangible part of me been, those eighteen hours when\n I first lay crushed under a fallen beam, then under morphine in the" ], [ "mirror and a phrase Gamine had used broke the surface of my mind like\n a leaping fish. \"Lord of the Crimson Tower.\" Well, I looked it. There", "and if you are sane again, Lord of the Crimson Tower. I am Gamine.\"\n The swathed shoulders moved a little. \"You don't remember? I am a\n spell-singer.\"", "all the doors, and the Crimson Tower is no longer a prison to you. Come\n and go as you please. Karamy—\" his lips formed a sneer. \"If you call\nthat", "to foot, similar to the crimson garments that clothed me. His face had\n a flickering, as if he could at a moment's notice raise a barrier of", "come back changed, or mad.\" His eyes brooded. \"I think she succeeded.\n Gamine, I have long outstayed my leave. I must return to my own\n tower—or die. Will you explain?\"", "moment I became conscious of what I was wearing. It seemed to be an\n old-fashioned nightshirt, chopped off at the loins, deep crimson in", "Tower. And you have been under restraint again. I am sorry.\" His voice\n sounded futile. I felt prickling shivers run down my backbone. In spite", "it open; pulled out some garments and dressed in them. Every garment\n in the closet was the same color; deep-hued crimson. I glanced in the", "\"Narayan is the Dreamer,\" the tired voice said. \"He is the Dreamer, and\n where the Dreamer walks he will know. But have it your way. I am very", "we came down here—\" I paused, trying to fit confused impressions\n together. He wasn't going to believe me, anyhow, but I wanted him to. A", "studied it, curious, between half-opened lids. But when I blinked, it\n rose and passed through one of the multitudinous doors; at once a soft", "flickeringly in the night. I caught a glimpse of a startled face, a\n lean tired old face beneath a peaked hood, in the moment before my\n knees gave way and I fell, striking my head against the bars of the", "I shook my head. Nightshirt or no nightshirt, I'd face this on my feet.\n I walked to Rhys; put my clenched hands on his shoulders. \"Explain", "And something snapped wide open in my brain. I heard, suddenly, an\n excited voice, shouting.\n\n\n \"Rhys!\nRhys!\nThat is the man!\"\nCHAPTER TWO", "I strode to a mirror that lined one of the doors. Above the crimson\n nightshirt I saw a face—not my own. The sight rocked my mind. Out of", "stared, decided to let it remain. It looked all right with the rest of\n the costume. It felt right, too. Another door folded back noiselessly\n and a man stood looking at me.", "variously of anise and garlic. It seemed to remove the last traces of\n shock. I handed the cup back empty and looked sharply at the old man in\n the Lama costume.", "\"I have seen Gamine,\" he said. \"She says you are awake, and as sane as\n you ever were. We of Narabedla are not so strong that we can afford to\n waste even a broken tool like you.\"", "only sent out on the Time Ellipse, till you contacted some one in that\n other Time. Perhaps you stayed in contact with his mind so long that\n you think you are he?\"", "face lost some of his bitterness. He said more quietly, \"The falcon\n flown cannot be recalled. I came only to tell you that you are free.\"" ], [ "all right, Mike,\" he said in a dead voice, \"you scared the daylights\n out of me, that's all.\" He stood up swiftly, looking straight into my", "\"Andy—\" I said.\n\n\n \"It's okay, Mike. Sit down and eat your supper. I didn't wait for the\n fish.\"", "I jerked my elbow toward the window. \"Those are my own mountains out\n there,\" I said roughly. \"I'm not Adric, whoever he is. My name's Mike", "\"Michael! For the luvvagod stop it and let me get some sleep!\" Andy\n exploded, and I sank down in the chair again. \"Sorry, Andy.\"", "\"Sit down, Andy,\" I told him. \"You don't know what happened down there.\n Now that the war's over, it's no military secret, and I'll tell you\n what happened.\"", "hardly recognizable. \"Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?\n You must be crazy!\"", "Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on my\n shoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, was", "\"Going to read all night, Mike?\"\n\n\n \"If I feel like it,\" I said tersely and began walking up and down again.", "restlessly. \"Mike—\" he said entreatingly, \"you came here for a rest!\n Why can't you lay off your everlasting work for a while and relax?\" He", "\"Must be real important,\" Andy said sourly, \"if it makes you act like\n bughouse bait.\"", "Wasn't it? No. I was Mike Kenscott. Hang on to that. Two and two are\n four. The circumference equals the radius squared times pi. Four rulls", "Left alone, I flung myself down on the high bed, stubbornly\n concentrating on Mike Kenscott, shutting out the vague blurred mystery", "\"Andy—I'll get you another camera—\"\n\n\n \"I said, it's okay. Now, damn it, eat.\"", "\"Yeah, I remember, you had to drive to town for them—\" My brother's\n eyes watched me, uneasy. \"Mike, you're kidding—\"", "over bad mountain roads. Neither of us had thought to turn off the\n radio; it was moaning out some interminable throbbing jazz. I turned\n over my notes, restlessly, not really seeing them. Once Andy's voice", "\"Narayan is the Dreamer,\" the tired voice said. \"He is the Dreamer, and\n where the Dreamer walks he will know. But have it your way. I am very", "I turned to Andy, knee-deep in the icy stream beside me. \"There's your\n eagle. Probably smells that cougar I shot yesterday.\" I started to reel", "it. Lucky thing for me; an eagle can be a mean bird. But why, why in\n the living hell had I done a thing like that? I'd warned Andy time", "Andy came over and switched the button back on. The little panel light\n glowed steadily, and the mellow voice of Milton Cross filled the", "My brother stared at me as racing woodwinds caught up with the brasses.\n There was nothing wrong with the radio. \"Mike. What did you do to it?\"" ] ]

[ "Why didn't Kevin fit in with his family?", "What does Kevin identify as being one of the hardest things about being non-telepathic in a family full of telepaths?", "What accounts for the different modes of transportation taken by each family member to commute to their jobs?", "How did Kevin keep busy apart from occasionally fixing one of the household servomechanisms, and why was this unsatisfactory?", "Why couldn't Kevin pursue a career as an astronaut?", "What changes did the emergence of psi abilities bring to the residents of Earth?", "Kevin returns from a walk to find out that the rest of the family is in a tizzy. Why are they upset, and why was Kevin unaware of the news?", "What does Kevin's mother do to help prepare for war with the aliens?", "How does Kevin fare at learning first aid?", "How do Kevin's fortunes change during the war and afterward?" ]

[ [ "Kevin had psychological problems. He was so filled with anger from having been abused by his uncle that no one in the family wanted to be around him.", "Because they all had psi powers of one kind or another, and he had never shown any such talents.", "Kevin's family was highly educated, and Kevin didn't even know how to read.", "Kevin's family was very industrious, and Kevin was positively lazy." ], [ "He couldn't operate any of the machines in his own home because they were all psi-control models.", "The ability to hide your own thoughts from others is linked to the ability to detect others' thoughts, and since Kevin lacked the latter, he also lacked the former.", "He couldn't pursue a career as an astronaut because only psi-talented people were accepted for that.", "When he was young, he was constantly teased by by his elementary school classmates, as their psi-powers started to manifest themselves, and he had none." ], [ "The family members that work close to the house take the bus because teleportation does put a strain on the body, so they don't do it unnecessarily.", "Because the alternate dimension through which people pass when they teleport can get quite crowded, only one person per family is permitted to travel by that method. That was the dad. Everyone else walked to work.", "They have different levels of psi ability. In the family, only the dad had the talent of teleportation. The rest had to take the bus.", "Sylvia could do her job remotely with a computer, but the rest of them rode the bus to work." ], [ "Kevin's mother took him to the Psycho hospital each day for therapy and adult care, since he could not be trusted to take care of himself. He hated being treated ike a child.", "He read a lot of books. However, they were all more than a hundred years old, because no one wrote books anymore.", "He did the investing for the family because he could do it without being affected by everyone else's emotions. However, he found it boring.", "He prepared dinner for the family every night without the aid of the robocook, but he hated chopping vegetables and figuring out who liked what." ], [ "Because all the nearby planets had been explored and found to be uninhabitable, and the first missions to more distant places had left when he was too young to join up and had not returned yet.", "Because the space agency had replaced radio communication with telepathic communication. It was cheaper and more reliable, but since Kevin lacked psi abilities, he did not qualify as an astronaut.", "Because education these days depended so much on knowledge imparted quickly and telepathically, Kevin could not get the education he needed to apply.", "Because his scores on the space agency entrance exams were too low." ], [ "Expensive medical diagnostics were eliminated because doctors could just probe the minds of their patients and figure out the true problem.", "It eliminated war and crime but it also caused people to want to simply connect with each other and not the natural world.", "It eliminated income inequality because everyone telepathically had access to the same information and education, so no one was worth more than anyone else.", "Telepathy made bargaining useless - you always knew what the other guy's bottom line was when you started, so why haggle?" ], [ "Because there is news that the fleet that was sent to explore outside the solar system discovered planets peopled by hostile beings which may or may not be planning to attack Earth. Kevin is unaware because he doesn't receive telepathic news transmissions.", "The dad has been asked to step down from his job because of Kevin - the whole family is suspect and may all lose their jobs. Kevin didn't know because he didn't ask.", "Danny is getting married. Kevin didn't know this because Danny never discussed it with him, and the rest of the family communicated about it telepathcally.", "The space exploration fleet has returned from outside the solar system with hostile alien ships hot on their tails, which Kevin is unaware of because he was reading a book in the garden." ], [ "She telepathically recruits all the local women to start winding bandages and growing victory gardens even though no one likes to garden anymore, to save foodstuffs for the space soldiers.", "She analyzes the medical care system and realizes it will be insufficient, so she recruits Kevin and his sister to learn basic first aid.", "The government orders her to convert the Psycho Center to a hospital for the wounded that are expected, so she carries out the directions.", "Although she had always been a strong woman, she feels anxious and frightened about the war with the space aliens. She believes they may have psi weapons that will wipe ou the psi-sensitive population." ], [ "The adulation he receives simply for being strong enough to maneuver large patients goes to his head, and his cocky attitude turns off the other psi-sensitive volunteers.", "Kevin isn't very successful at learning first aid, just like he has never succeeded at anything else, but he does meet a girl he likes, Lucy, and she seems to like him.", "Being a telepath confers no advantage in the practice of battlefield first aid, and he finds that he likes it and he is receiving some admiration from those around him for the first time.", "He is utterly insensitive to the patients' needs, because he can't sense them. His bedside manner is terrible, even though his technical work is satisfactory." ], [ "Kevin does his best at his patriotic duty, even though it is just non-psi grunt work. He works so hard that he shunts Lucy aside and loses his best chance for a good marriage.", "As Kevin practices his talent for healing, other talents spring into being, as if they just needed to be triggered. By the end of the war, he has the full spectrum of talents expected of a normal citizen.", "Kevin has a psi talent after all - instant healing. He becomes famous, but it goes to his head. He becomes arrogant and starts doing drugs, and at the end, he is shunted aside, nolonger useful.", "Kevin has a psi talent after all - instant healing. This is a huge help in the war and earns him medals. At the end of the war, however, his services are no longer needed, and he is back to being an obscure citizen with an unneeded psi talent.." ] ]

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[ [ "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "I smiled at him gratefully; he was the only member of my family who\n really seemed to like me in spite of my handicap. \"It won't work, Tim.", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "\"Aren't you even interested in anything outside your own immediate\n concerns, Kev?\" Sylvia demanded, despite Father's efforts to shush her.", "\"Boys, boys!\" he reproved us. \"Danny, you ought to be ashamed of\n yourself—picking on poor Kev.\"", "She didn't need to probe to get the blast of naked emotion that spurted\n out from me. My sister screamed and even Father looked uncomfortable.\n Danny stomped back into the kitchen, muttering to himself.", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "\"I didn't mean that,\" Tim said. \"I still say Kev's got something we\n can't figure out.\"", "Breakfast was finally over and the rest of my family dispersed to their\n various jobs. Father simply took his briefcase and disappeared—he was\n a traveling salesman and he had a morning appointment clear across the", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "I looked at her and liked what I saw. She was blonde and pretty. \"My\n name's not Mr. Faraday,\" I said. \"It's Kevin.\"", "exhibitionists. And Father tended to show off as if he were still a\n kid. Not that he looked his age—he was big and blond, like Danny and\n Tim and me, and could have passed for our older brother." ], [ "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "telepath, I thought, and I felt a sudden wave of sympathy for him. It\n was so seldom I got the chance to feel sorry for anyone except myself.\n \"But I think you'll find she understands.\"", "\"You've been saying that for years,\" Danny protested, \"and he's been\n tested for every faculty under the Sun. He can't telepath or teleport", "So Lucy was obviously not a telepath. Later I found out she was only\n a low-grade telesensitive—just a poetess—so I had nothing to worry", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "or telekinesthesize or even teletype. He can't precognize or prefix or\n prepossess. He can't—\"", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "I was an atavism in a world of peace and plenty. Peace, because people\n couldn't indulge in war or even crime with so many telepaths running", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "when I realized that she might be a telepath. But she was winding a\n tourniquet around the arm of another member of the class with apparent\n unconcern.", "population. The only ones who didn't adjust were those who couldn't,\n like me—psi-deficients, throwbacks to an earlier era. There were no", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "I couldn't see it, of course, and she knew that, with her wretched\n talent for stripping away my feeble attempts at privacy. Psi-powers", "About all there was left for me was to take long walks. Athletics were\n out of the question; I couldn't compete with psi-boys and they didn't", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "couldn't receive the tellie programs. Almost everybody on Earth was\n telepathic to some degree and could get the amplified projections even\n if he couldn't transmit or receive with his natural powers. But I got", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"" ], [ "Breakfast was finally over and the rest of my family dispersed to their\n various jobs. Father simply took his briefcase and disappeared—he was\n a traveling salesman and he had a morning appointment clear across the", "continent. The others, not having his particular gift, had to take\n the helibus to their different destinations. Mother, as I said, was a", "Just then Father appeared at the head of the table. He could as easily\n have walked downstairs as teleported, but I belonged to a family of", "broke down, for I felt no more closely akin to my parents and siblings\n than I did to the mechanisms that served and, sometimes, failed us.\nOn that day, I walked farther than I had intended and, by the time I", "psychiatrist. Sylvia wrote advertising copy. Tim was a meteorologist.\n Dan was a junior executive in a furniture moving company and expected a\n promotion to senior rank as soon as he achieved a better mental grip on", "\"I feel a sense of impending doom brooding over this household,\" my\n youngest brother remarked cheerfully as he vaulted into his chair.", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "\"There are tensions in this room,\" my sister announced as she slouched\n in, not quite awake yet, \"and hatred. I could feel them all the way", "exhibitionists. And Father tended to show off as if he were still a\n kid. Not that he looked his age—he was big and blond, like Danny and\n Tim and me, and could have passed for our older brother.", "Mother shook her neatly coiffed head. \"He's been to it dozens of times\n and he always checks out in splendid shape. None of us can spare the", "upstairs. And today I'm working on the Sleepsweet Mattress copy, so I\n must feel absolutely tranquil. Everyone will think beautiful thoughts,\n please.\"", "Life was so well organized that there weren't even many accidents\n these days. It was a safe, orderly existence for those who fitted\n into it—which accounted for more than ninety-five per cent of the", "I was almost alone in the parks where I used to walk, because people\n liked to commune with one another those days rather than with nature.", "\"Sorry, fella,\" Dan apologized to me. The tablecloth spread itself out\n on the table. \"Wrinkles,\" he grumbled to himself. \"Wrinkles. And I had\n it so nice and smooth before. Mother will be furious.\"", "\"You always do, Timothy,\" my mother said, unfolding her napkin. \"And I\n must say it's not in good taste, especially at breakfast.\"", "were saying to one another when I hove into sight. \"There's that oldest\n Faraday boy. Pity, such a talented family, to have a defective.\"", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "This was for me; this was it at last! I tried not to show my\n enthusiasm, though I knew that was futile. My relatives could keep", "time to go with him again, just on an off-chance, and he could hardly\n be allowed to make such a long trip all by himself. Pity there isn't a", "I smiled at him gratefully; he was the only member of my family who\n really seemed to like me in spite of my handicap. \"It won't work, Tim." ], [ "And that's what I did. Not that there was much to do except call a\n techno whenever one of the servomechanisms missed a beat. True enough,", "those things had to be watched mighty carefully because, if they broke\n down, it sometimes took days before the repair and/or replacement\n robots could come. There never were enough of them because ours was a", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "constructive society. Still, being a machine-sitter isn't very much of\n a career. And every function that wasn't the prerogative of a machine", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "be too busy producing weapons. Sylvia, you'd better take a leave of\n absence from your job and come down to Psycho Center to learn first-aid\n techniques. And you too, Kevin,\" she added, obviously a little", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "broke down, for I felt no more closely akin to my parents and siblings\n than I did to the mechanisms that served and, sometimes, failed us.\nOn that day, I walked farther than I had intended and, by the time I", "\"I could help,\" I yelled as soon as I got my head free, \"if anybody\n would let me and, what's more, I could set the table a damn sight\n faster by hand than you do with 'kinesis.\"", "However, I was no more callous in steering clear of human breakdowns\n than I was in not shedding tears over the household machines when they", "Life was so well organized that there weren't even many accidents\n these days. It was a safe, orderly existence for those who fitted\n into it—which accounted for more than ninety-five per cent of the", "About all there was left for me was to take long walks. Athletics were\n out of the question; I couldn't compete with psi-boys and they didn't", "machine in every community, but, then, we don't really need them.\"\nNow that the virus diseases had been licked, people hardly ever\n got sick any more and, when they did, it was mostly psychosomatic.", "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "So I had nothing to do all day. I had a special dispensation to\n take books out of the local Archives, because I was a deficient and", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"" ], [ "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "About all there was left for me was to take long walks. Athletics were\n out of the question; I couldn't compete with psi-boys and they didn't", "\"Aren't you even interested in anything outside your own immediate\n concerns, Kev?\" Sylvia demanded, despite Father's efforts to shush her.", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "I looked at her and liked what I saw. She was blonde and pretty. \"My\n name's not Mr. Faraday,\" I said. \"It's Kevin.\"", "be too busy producing weapons. Sylvia, you'd better take a leave of\n absence from your job and come down to Psycho Center to learn first-aid\n techniques. And you too, Kevin,\" she added, obviously a little", "were not equal to ours. And they had the added disadvantage of being\n light-years away from home base. So the remnant of their fleet took off\n and blew itself up just outside of Mars, which we understood to be the", "Exploring space should have been my hope. If there had been anything\n useful or interesting on any of the other planets, I might have found", "\"You've been saying that for years,\" Danny protested, \"and he's been\n tested for every faculty under the Sun. He can't telepath or teleport", "had been developed on Earth and ships had been sent out to explore the\n stars, but I had no hope left in that direction any more.", "\"I didn't mean that,\" Tim said. \"I still say Kev's got something we\n can't figure out.\"" ], [ "population. The only ones who didn't adjust were those who couldn't,\n like me—psi-deficients, throwbacks to an earlier era. There were no", "started playing around with nuclear energy and filling the air with\n radiations that they were afraid would turn human beings into hideous\n monsters. Instead, they developed the psi powers that had always been", "a niche for myself there. In totally new surroundings, the psi powers\n geared to another environment might not be an advantage. But by the\n time I was ten, it was discovered that the other planets were just", "I was an atavism in a world of peace and plenty. Peace, because people\n couldn't indulge in war or even crime with so many telepaths running", "About all there was left for me was to take long walks. Athletics were\n out of the question; I couldn't compete with psi-boys and they didn't", "couldn't receive the tellie programs. Almost everybody on Earth was\n telepathic to some degree and could get the amplified projections even\n if he couldn't transmit or receive with his natural powers. But I got", "Only I had no job, no profession, no place in life. Of course there\n were certain menial tasks a psi-negative could perform, but my parents", "I had enjoyed learning first-aid; it was the first time I had ever\n worked with people as an equal. And I was good at it because psi-powers", "physical cripples, because anybody could have a new arm or a new leg\n grafted on, but you couldn't graft psi powers onto an atavism or, if", "knew\nbut she didn't really\nunderstand\n.\n Nobody, for all of his or her psi power, really understood me.", "had been developed on Earth and ships had been sent out to explore the\n stars, but I had no hope left in that direction any more.", "on this publication was renewed.]\nI was psick of Psi powers, not having any. Or didn't I? Maybe they'd\n psee otherwise psomeday!", "machine in every community, but, then, we don't really need them.\"\nNow that the virus diseases had been licked, people hardly ever\n got sick any more and, when they did, it was mostly psychosomatic.", "nothing more than what I seemed to be—a simple psi-negative. Yet, from\n time to time, hope surged up again, as it had today, in spite of my", "knowledge that my hope was an impossibility. Who ever heard of latent\n psi powers showing themselves in an individual as old as twenty-six?", "carrying the wounded into the Psycho Center, which had been turned into\n a hospital for the duration. I took one look at the gory scene—I had\n never seen anybody really injured before; few people had, as a matter", "I felt ... well, good.\n\"I wonder why we never thought of healing as a potential psi-power,\" my", "Then, after only four months, the war suddenly stopped. It seemed\n that the aliens' weapons, despite their undeniable mysteriousness,", "Life was so well organized that there weren't even many accidents\n these days. It was a safe, orderly existence for those who fitted\n into it—which accounted for more than ninety-five per cent of the", "continent. The others, not having his particular gift, had to take\n the helibus to their different destinations. Mother, as I said, was a" ], [ "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "got back home, I found the rest of my family had returned before me.\n They seemed to be excited about something and were surprised to see me\n so calm.", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "\"I feel a sense of impending doom brooding over this household,\" my\n youngest brother remarked cheerfully as he vaulted into his chair.", "\"There are tensions in this room,\" my sister announced as she slouched\n in, not quite awake yet, \"and hatred. I could feel them all the way", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "She didn't need to probe to get the blast of naked emotion that spurted\n out from me. My sister screamed and even Father looked uncomfortable.\n Danny stomped back into the kitchen, muttering to himself.", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "Danny erupted from the kitchen. \"How many times have I asked all of you\n not to sit down until I've got everything on the table? Always a lot of\n interfering busybodies getting in the way.\"", "Breakfast was finally over and the rest of my family dispersed to their\n various jobs. Father simply took his briefcase and disappeared—he was\n a traveling salesman and he had a morning appointment clear across the", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "Just then Father appeared at the head of the table. He could as easily\n have walked downstairs as teleported, but I belonged to a family of", "\"The usual,\" Sylvia said from the doorway before anyone else could\n answer. She slid warily into her chair. \"Hey, Dan, I'm here!\" she\n called. \"If anything else comes in, it comes in manually, understand?\"", "He reached for his juice. \"Guess this is a doomed household. And what\n was all that emotional uproar about?\"", "He touched his cheek and looked up at me with frightened eyes. And I\n was frightened, too—too frightened to be sick, too frightened to do\n anything but stare witlessly at him.", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the" ], [ "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "be too busy producing weapons. Sylvia, you'd better take a leave of\n absence from your job and come down to Psycho Center to learn first-aid\n techniques. And you too, Kevin,\" she added, obviously a little", "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "\"Of course. That's why everybody's so wrought up. We hope it's peace,\n but we'll have to prepare for war just in case.\"", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "techniques and weapons. The alien ship wouldn't be able to come back\n with reinforcements—if such were its intention—in less than six\n months. This meant time to get together a stockpile of weapons, though", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "Finally my mother came in from the kitchen; she was an old-fashioned\n woman and didn't hold with robocooks. One quick glance at me gave her", "mother said to me later, when I was catching a snatch of rest and she\n was lighting cigarettes and offering me cups of coffee in an attempt to", "\"It isn't so much our defense that worries me,\" my mother muttered, \"as\n lack of adequate medical machinery. War is bound to mean casualties", "\"Touch some of the others, quick!\" my mother commanded, pushing\n astounded attendants away from stretchers.", "My attitude didn't matter, though, because it was definitely war. The\n aliens came back with a fleet clearly bent on our annihilation—even", "However, when the actual bombs—or their alien equivalent—struck near\n our town, I wasn't nearly so happy, especially after they started", "Then, after only four months, the war suddenly stopped. It seemed\n that the aliens' weapons, despite their undeniable mysteriousness,", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "Mother shook her neatly coiffed head. \"He's been to it dozens of times\n and he always checks out in splendid shape. None of us can spare the" ], [ "I had enjoyed learning first-aid; it was the first time I had ever\n worked with people as an equal. And I was good at it because psi-powers", "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "be too busy producing weapons. Sylvia, you'd better take a leave of\n absence from your job and come down to Psycho Center to learn first-aid\n techniques. And you too, Kevin,\" she added, obviously a little", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "\"If the telepaths who can pick up all the pain can stand this, Kevin,\"\n she said, \"\nyou\ncertainly can.\" And there was no kindness at all in\n the\nyou\n.", "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "The man was bleeding terribly. I had never seen blood pouring out like\n that before. The first thing to do, I figured sickly, was mop it up. I", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "I looked at her and liked what I saw. She was blonde and pretty. \"My\n name's not Mr. Faraday,\" I said. \"It's Kevin.\"", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "\"Boys, boys!\" he reproved us. \"Danny, you ought to be ashamed of\n yourself—picking on poor Kev.\"", "\"Don't you think you're putting too much of yourself into this, Kev?\"\n Lucy asked me one day.\n\n\n I gave her an incredulous glance. \"You mean I shouldn't help people?\"", "He touched his cheek and looked up at me with frightened eyes. And I\n was frightened, too—too frightened to be sick, too frightened to do\n anything but stare witlessly at him.", "There was so much more satisfaction, virtually an esthetic thrill, in\n seeing a horrible jagged tear smooth away, heal, not in days, as it\n would have done under the cure-all, but in seconds.", "face again and all the first-aid lessons I'd had flew out of my head as\n if some super-psi had plucked them from me.", "Gritting my teeth, I turned to the man on the stretcher. Something had\n pretty near torn half his face away. It was all there, but not in the" ], [ "\"It\nis\nan ill wind,\" she agreed, smiling wryly, \"but don't let me\n catch you thinking that way, Kevin. Can't you see it would be better\n that there should be no war and you should remain useless?\"", "\"He's not saying it just to be kind,\" my mother put in. \"He means it.\n Not that I want to arouse false hopes, Kevin,\" she added with grim", "\"We don't need what little money Kev could bring in,\" my father always\n said. \"I can afford to support my family. He can stay home and take\n care of the house.\"", "Mother's lips tightened. \"Sylvia, go upstairs and change your dress.\n Kevin, do I have to make an appointment for you at the clinic again?\"", "Nobody was ever supposed to raise a voice or a hand or a thought to\n poor afflicted Kev, because nature had picked on me enough. And the", "\"The usual? Trouble with Kev?\" Tim looked at me narrowly. \"Somehow my\n sense of ominousness is connected with him.\"", "carrying the wounded into the Psycho Center, which had been turned into\n a hospital for the duration. I took one look at the gory scene—I had\n never seen anybody really injured before; few people had, as a matter", "\"I used to probe you to find out when you needed your diapers changed,\"\n she said tartly, \"and I'll probe you now. You should watch yourself,\n Sylvia—poor Kevin isn't responsible.\"", "They felt the same way toward me. I knew because the secret of the\n hospital soon leaked out—during all those years of peace, the", "\"Yes, Kevin,\" she said, glaring at me for some reason I didn't have\n time to investigate or interpret at the moment. My patients were\n waiting for me.", "Then, after only four months, the war suddenly stopped. It seemed\n that the aliens' weapons, despite their undeniable mysteriousness,", "I looked at her and liked what I saw. She was blonde and pretty. \"My\n name's not Mr. Faraday,\" I said. \"It's Kevin.\"", "Plenty of people did come to see me officially—the President,\n generals, all kinds of big wheels, bringing citations, medals and other\n obsolete honors they'd revived primarily for me. It was wonderful. I\n began to love everybody.", "\"Oh, for God's sake, Kevin!\" my middle brother's voice came muffled\n through the folds. \"If you can't help, at least don't hinder!\"", "\"I don't see why you have to set the table at all,\" she retorted. \"A\n robot could do it better and faster than you. Even Kev could.\" She\n turned quickly toward me. \"Oh, I am sorry, Kevin.\"", "She lowered her eyes. \"Not only that, but the war's bound to come to\n an end, you know, and—\"\n\n\n It was the first part of her sentence that interested me. \"Why, do you\n mean—\"", "Everybody on Earth hoped for peace. Everybody, that is, except me. I\n had been unable to achieve any sense of identity with the world in", "be too busy producing weapons. Sylvia, you'd better take a leave of\n absence from your job and come down to Psycho Center to learn first-aid\n techniques. And you too, Kevin,\" she added, obviously a little", "\"Can't you remember that Kev isn't able to receive the tellies?\" Tim\n shot back at her. \"He probably doesn't even know what's happened.\"", "\"Don't you think you're putting too much of yourself into this, Kev?\"\n Lucy asked me one day.\n\n\n I gave her an incredulous glance. \"You mean I shouldn't help people?\"" ] ]

[ "What evidence can the ordinary person observe from the time of the sudden expansion of the universe?", "How did Albert Einstein's opinion of the big bang theory change over time?", "What unusual positions did religious authorities and scientists find themselves in as evidence for the big bang mounted in the 1950s?", "What is one of the key arguments against the apparent existence of a god who triggered the expansion of the universe?", "How does Stephen Hawking explain what caused the big bang?", "Where does the author come down on the question of what triggered the big bang?", "What is the difference between Quentin Smith's and Alexander Vilenkin's arguments against god as the big bang initiator? ", "How did communists feel about evidence for the big bang theory?", "What confirming evidence did an American astronomer find for the big bang theory advanced by a Belgian in the early 20th century?", "What did scientists prior to the 20th century think about the big bang theory?" ]

[ [ "The aurora borealis is caused by photons left over from the sudden expansion.", "A portion of the grainy static on a television screen set between channels is caused by light particles left over from the event.", "When your microwave makes a hissing sound while it cooks your food, that is caused by reverberating sound waves from the sudden expansion.", "The sunspot cycle is caused by continuing pressure waves of particles from the sudden expansion." ], [ "Originally, Einstein did not see a need to consider the possibility of an expanding/contracting universe, but once he realized that his equations required it, it became his most important discovery.", "Einstein believed from the start that the universe was expanding, though he did not understand why, and he never changed this opinion.", "He originally added a fudge factor to his relativity equations to avoid the need to consider an expanding/contracting universe. Near the end of his life, he said that adding that fudge factor was the biggest mistake of his career.", "He assigned a graduate student to determine the value of the universe's expansion/contraction coefficient in his relativity equations and the student reported it as 0, which Einstein accepted. Later, he said it was his biggest error." ], [ "Religious authorities were pleased that the big bang appeared to require the existence of a god to trigger it. Scientists immediately set about trying to show experimentally whether god existed or not.", "Religious authorities could take a pro-science position, since it supported their preconceived notion that a deity must have triggered the big bang; scientists found themselves denying a scientific finding to resist admitting that a god existed, which was unscientific.", "Marxists were forced to confront their atheism and adopt belief in a god, while the church confessed that if the big bang theory was true, and demanded a god to start it, then evolution was also true.", "Scientists were forced to admit that some of the other claims of miracles by the church merited investigation, while the church quickly sanctioned the teaching of evolution." ], [ "One must next answer the question of why a God who created a whole universe would spend so much time alternately hectoring and helping the people of one minor planet (Earth) in a minor spiral galaxy (ours).", "It stands to reason that if God could trigger one universe to come into being, he could trigger others. Where are the other universes?", "One must next answer the question of who created the god that set off the big bang.", "If God initiated the big bang, then he would have been destroyed by the initial extremely rapid expansion." ], [ "He believes that our universe could be, for example, an atom in the leg of someone's kitchen chair in a much larger universe, and came into being when the tree grew the cell that ended up in the wood of the chair.", "He theorizes that the universe is self-contained and without boundaries, which means it woudl have no beginning or end, which means that time has no real beginning, the beginning is an arbitrary choice.", "After an entire career in cosmology, he concluded that the sourceof the trigger for the big bang is unknowable.", "He theorizes that in a self-contained system, particles can pop in and out of existence as quantum theory predicts, and that the universe burst into being on its own from a patch of false vacuum." ], [ "As far as the author is concerned, no one can determine which theory is correct by experiment, and in the end, it does not affect his daily life, so he doesn't care which theory is right.", "He believes that the explanation that a Creator triggered the big bang is the best one.", "He makes a joke about it, quoting a satirical version of the bible, which indicates that he has no idea which theory is right and is sick of thinking about it.", "He believes that string theory explains the observed facts best. 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What they thought of as \"the universe,\" we think of as \"the Milky Way Galaxy.\"", "Even with their crude telescopes, pre-20th century astronomers could observe that objects were moving apart from each other, so they believed the universe was expanding - they just didn't know why.", "Most early astronomers were Christians. They just assumed that God had created the universe, as indicated in Genesis.", "They thought the universe was static, but this was before the big bang theory was proposed." ] ]

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[ "Which group of countries has the best combination of growth rate and democracy rating?", "What advantage does Armenia have that the other countries listed here lack?", "What do the Prime Minister and the President of the Czech Republic have in common?", "What do Slovenia and Macedonia have in common?", "What do Armenia and Estonia have in common?", "Which countries, as mentioned in the article, have, or have had, significant internal division from ethnic minority populations?", "For the countries with statistics presented, what correlation can be seen between the amount of privatization of the economy and the growth rate of the economy? ", "Why hasn't Azerbaijan benefited from its extensive oil reserves as one might have expected?", "What do Latvia and Lithuania have in common, apart from the first letters of their names?", "In summary, what is the state of democracy in the countries reviewed in this article?" ]

[ [ "The group of countries listed under the sub-heading \"Western Soviet Repulics\" have the most positive growth figures, overall, and the strongest democracy ratings.", "The group of countries listed under the sub-heading \"Central Europe\" have the most positive growth figures, overall, and the strongest democracy ratings.", "The group of countries listed under the sub-heading \"The Baltics\" have the most positive growth figures, overall, and the strongest democracy ratings.", "The group of countries listed under the sub-heading \"The Balkans\" have the most positive growth figures, overall, and the strongest democracy ratings." ], [ "It has been able to prop up its economy using a Ponzi scheme that hasn't failed yet.", "Armenia is surrounded by hostile countries, which inspires patriotism in its citizens.", "Armenia receives the second-highest amount of American foreign aid, per capita, in the world.", "It is ruled by an intellectual who believes in free elections." ], [ "They have the same first name.", "Both speak English fluently.", "Both were born and raised in Poland.", "Both were implicated in a bank fraud scheme that damaged the economy." ], [ "Both have significant ethnic Albanian minorities demanding to be reunified with Greece.", "Neither was damaged in the Balkan War and their democratic government ratings are pretty strong.", "Both have economies based on a solid high-tech manufacturing sector.", "Both inhherited depressed regions as part of the Balkan War border settlement: Slovenia got part of Czechoslovakia, and Macedonia got part of Greece." ], [ "Both countries ally themselves with Russia.", "Both have Russian troops stationed on their borders.", "Both countries impose restrictions on press freedom.", "Both countries rely on Russian oil and gas." ], [ "All of the listed countries have current problems with minority populations. ", "Only Bosnia and Estonia have ethnic minority rebellions in progress.", "Bosnia, Macedonia, Estonia, Georgia, Azerbaijan, and Moldova, ", "Poland, Lithuania, Slovenia, and Ukraine all have significant current internal divisions." ], [ "During a world-wide economic slowdown, not one of these countries has a positive economic growth rate, and one cannot blame rate of privatization of the economy for this.", "The examples of Romania (4.7% growth, 50% private) and Lithuania (-4.2% growth, 65% private) are sufficient to demonstrate that maintaining more state control over the economy is a better strategy.", "There is a clear correlation between the growth rate of the economy and the percent privatization.", "Although we see a few examples of high growth/high privatization and low growth/low privatization, we can also find examples of the exact opposite. There is no universal correlation." ], [ "Instability of the government and continued, corrupt Communist rule appear to be the major factors.", "Russians paid Azerbaijani government officials to make sure the oil reserves stayed in the ground so that Russians could use them later, when other reserves were depleted.", "Western countries have refused to buy oil from Azerbaijan because of the country's war with Christians in the northeast.", "The Muslim government will not allow non-Muslims to own any oil industry assets, limiting the available technology and equipment." ], [ "Both are governed by LGBTQ coalitions.", "They are relatively strong democracies with weak economies.", "Both have tight inflation controls that will soon yield economic benefits.", "Both are in danger of being re-absorbed into Russia." ], [ "It is particularly notable that all of the Balkan countries now have strong democracies.", "The article admits that the standards used to characterize democracy are so subjective that there is no use trying to compare one country to another.", "Democracy lives in at least some form in the overwhelming majority of countries discussed, but less than half are characterized as \"strong\" democracies.", "One man's dictatorship is another man's democracy. The government in Azerbaijan is fully justified in suspending elections while it attempts to rein in corruption." ] ]

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[ "Through their relationship, Lee symbolically helps Sordman to ", "What is the main belief that seems to ground Sordman more than any other?", "In order to ensure that he was actually full of confidence, not just pretending to be confident, Sordsman", "When faced by the young, handsome man amongst the others with the young girl, what does Sordman attempt to make the young man focus on rather than his animosity towards Sordman?", "Why does Sordman turn to the fat, redheaded man as an ally in the situation with the girl? ", "Aside from his faith, what helps Sordman achieve his ultimate talent?", "What is one of Sordman's greatest enjoyments?", "What was the one thing that made Sordman feel silly?", "What was the main difference between The Esponito's marriage and The Bedler's marriage?", "In the end, we find out _____ kills Bedler." ]

[ [ "feel smothered by her constant presence.", "flourish and grow as an individual.", "see the dark side of human nature.", "understand the meaning of real love." ], [ "His love and devotion to God.", "His devotion to his friends.", "His love for the physical world.", "His search for the truth." ], [ "takes his drugs.", "prays.", "gets a drink from the bar.", "pulls on the strength of his friends." ], [ "The young girl they are abusing.", "The other suspects;", "The murder that is being investigated.", "Sex." ], [ "He knows that the man has a love for the girl and will protect her. ", "The man is sworn to protect the girl by law.", "He senses the man is afraid for the girl's well-being, and he wants to do the right thing.", "The man has always proved to be rational." ], [ "His bond with his friends.", "His love of nature.", "Drugs.", "His need to do the right thing." ], [ "Spending time with his friends. ", "Communing with nature.", "The pleasure of being with a woman.", "Solving mysteries." ], [ "Taking drugs.", "Accusing people of crimes they didn't commit.", "Ritualistic dancing", "His faith in God." ], [ "The Esponito's were in a long-term marriage and The Bedler's weren't.", "The Bedler's were in a long-term marriage and The Esponito's weren't.", "The Bedler's were in love and The Esponito's weren't.", "The Esponito's were in an open marriage and The Bedler's weren't." ], [ "John Esponito", "His wife.", "We never find out", "His lover." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Thanks, Mama, but I think I'd better go alone.\"\n\n\n Sordman, though he didn't tell her, knew that symbolically Lee saw him\n as the tree and herself as the rain and the earth.", "\"No, you're not,\" Sordman said. \"I admire your courage.\" He walked on.\n Behind him the old man shouted curses.\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\" Lee said.", "Sordman laughed. Lee bent and tore a clump of grass from the earth.\n \"Take this, Andy.\"\n\n\n \"Thank you.\"", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "feared. There was Lee's worry for him and her keen awareness of\n human realities. And there, too, were self-discipline, intelligence,\n affection, and a richness of experience and thought he expected to draw", "The men up there were scared. Sordman knew he would die if he lost\n control. But Lee and George were scared, too. Even now, standing in the\n park in early morning, their fear battered at his mind.", "into a mental state approaching paranoia. Sordman fought panic every\n day. He fought it with a total acceptance of human motivations,\n cultivated tenderness and compassion, and a healthy ego which could", "The girl felt lonely. She ached with unsatisfied needs. I'd like to\n lie with you and comfort you, Sordman thought. I'd like to hold you in", "\"Go ahead and laugh,\" George Aaron said. \"But you'll need big medicine\n to fight that fear. Lee's symbolic place in your psyche is important.\"", "be\ncalm. It was not enough to square\n the shoulders, walk erect, speak in a confident tone. Sordman's true\n emotions radiated from him every moment. Those within range felt them", "Sordman rabbit-punched a tree as he passed it. \"It was a one-year\n contract, and it ended two weeks ago.\"\n\n\n \"I smell jealousy,\" Lee said.", "\"Mylady,\" Sordman said, \"I need your help for two things. We want to\n know who you think wanted to kill your husband. And we need your want.\"", "\"You're right,\" Sordman mumbled. \"That was close.\"\n\n\n \"Let's find the picture,\" Lee said. \"Has the drug worn off?\"", "\"Why 'her'?\" Lee asked. \"Why 'her' instead of 'him'?\"\n\n\n The girl looked at Sordman. \"Can't you just probe my mind? Do I have to\n answer questions?\"", "Sordman and George Aaron bowed with her. \"We intrude on you,\" Lee said,\n \"only because we have to find the real killer. Other people may be in\n danger.\"", "\"You all have children,\" Sordman said. \"Would you like to see them\n dragged out at night and treated the way you've treated this girl?\"\n\n\n \"We've got to protect ourselves!\" the young man said.", "\"Let him go,\" George said.\n\n\n \"He's manipulating us,\" Lee said.\n\n\n \"I know. But let him go.\"", "Sordman felt her pain and winced. Death and pain were part of Creation,\n but he hated them and often cursed them. At times like these, he\n understood George's skepticism.", "out the door and down the hall. Lee and George hurried after him. The\n presence of their well known minds pleased him. There was George's\n unexpressed belief that he had \"mastered\" and guided the Power he", "For a moment Sordman wondered what it would be like to know only one\n woman your entire life. He loved the infinite variety of God's creation\n and wanted to sample as much of it as he could." ], [ "\"I've thought it over,\" Sordman said. \"I'll depend on God and nothing\n else.\"", "into a mental state approaching paranoia. Sordman fought panic every\n day. He fought it with a total acceptance of human motivations,\n cultivated tenderness and compassion, and a healthy ego which could", "Sordman felt her pain and winced. Death and pain were part of Creation,\n but he hated them and often cursed them. At times like these, he\n understood George's skepticism.", "\"It all sounds like a lot of talk,\" Sordman said. \"But we have to\n follow it up. This business is nothing but wearing out your legs\n running after every lead. If your legs are strong, you can run anybody\n down.\"", "For a moment Sordman wondered what it would be like to know only one\n woman your entire life. He loved the infinite variety of God's creation\n and wanted to sample as much of it as he could.", "be\ncalm. It was not enough to square\n the shoulders, walk erect, speak in a confident tone. Sordman's true\n emotions radiated from him every moment. Those within range felt them", "\"No, you're not,\" Sordman said. \"I admire your courage.\" He walked on.\n Behind him the old man shouted curses.\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\" Lee said.", "He felt George's mind squirm. As a psychologist, George accepted\n Sordman's Zen-Christian faith because Sordman needed it to control the\n powers of his Talent.", "\"It goes with being a Talent,\" Sordman said. \"Either we like people and\n let them know it or we crack.\"", "\"I'm afraid so,\" Sordman said. \"My Talent has its limits. I can't\n deep-probe everybody's mind, any more than a baseball pitcher can pitch\n all day.\"", "Sordman laughed. \"Sure I could. And tomorrow I'd have to fight off\n an army. That I couldn't do if I was fool enough to try. You're\n frightened, boy. Use your head.\"", "Sordman laughed. Lee bent and tore a clump of grass from the earth.\n \"Take this, Andy.\"\n\n\n \"Thank you.\"", "\"Because she's a logical person for you to talk to and because it's the\n kind of thing she'd say.\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Sordman said.", "Those things, Sordman would have said, and also the necessary grace of\n God.", "\"Thanks, Mama, but I think I'd better go alone.\"\n\n\n Sordman, though he didn't tell her, knew that symbolically Lee saw him\n as the tree and herself as the rain and the earth.", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "\"We're hunting the killer,\" Sordman said. \"We're on your side. I've\n taken no drugs and made no preparations. You don't have to be afraid.\"", "The girl felt lonely. She ached with unsatisfied needs. I'd like to\n lie with you and comfort you, Sordman thought. I'd like to hold you in", "Sordman studied the young man's emotions. He was frightened, but only\n a little more than the others. There was something else there, too.", "The men up there were scared. Sordman knew he would die if he lost\n control. But Lee and George were scared, too. Even now, standing in the\n park in early morning, their fear battered at his mind." ], [ "be\ncalm. It was not enough to square\n the shoulders, walk erect, speak in a confident tone. Sordman's true\n emotions radiated from him every moment. Those within range felt them", "Sordman crossed the hall to get a good start. \"I'm about to, Mylady.\"\n His shoulder filled the doorway behind him. This looks like fun, he\n thought. He liked to feel his body working.", "Sordman laughed. \"Sure I could. And tomorrow I'd have to fight off\n an army. That I couldn't do if I was fool enough to try. You're\n frightened, boy. Use your head.\"", "into a mental state approaching paranoia. Sordman fought panic every\n day. He fought it with a total acceptance of human motivations,\n cultivated tenderness and compassion, and a healthy ego which could", "\"No, you're not,\" Sordman said. \"I admire your courage.\" He walked on.\n Behind him the old man shouted curses.\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\" Lee said.", "\"It all sounds like a lot of talk,\" Sordman said. \"But we have to\n follow it up. This business is nothing but wearing out your legs\n running after every lead. If your legs are strong, you can run anybody\n down.\"", "\"We're hunting the killer,\" Sordman said. \"We're on your side. I've\n taken no drugs and made no preparations. You don't have to be afraid.\"", "Sordman studied the young man's emotions. He was frightened, but only\n a little more than the others. There was something else there, too.", "\"You'll make him confess,\" the young man said. \"You'll manipulate him\n like a puppet.\"", "\"I've thought it over,\" Sordman said. \"I'll depend on God and nothing\n else.\"", "\"I'm afraid so,\" Sordman said. \"My Talent has its limits. I can't\n deep-probe everybody's mind, any more than a baseball pitcher can pitch\n all day.\"", "A fat woman in a black kimono walked toward him. She had one hand on\n her hip and her eyes were narrowed and hard. Sordman smiled. He felt\n her fear and distrust, and her determination not to let such emotions\n conquer her.", "He felt George's mind squirm. As a psychologist, George accepted\n Sordman's Zen-Christian faith because Sordman needed it to control the\n powers of his Talent.", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "\"I'm a master Talent,\" Sordman said. \"If the killer is in the hotel, I\n can track him down before midnight. Will you give me that long?\"", "\"You're bewitched!\" the young man said. \"I told you not to let him in.\"\n\n\n \"I've come to talk,\" Sordman said. \"Who's the leader of your group?\"", "SORDMAN THE PROTECTOR\nBY TOM PURDOM\n\n\n Illustrated by WOOD\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "He felt George's clear-eyed, good-humored tolerance. A hypnotic command\n triggered in his mind. He saw a Roman Caesar ride in triumph and the", "He stood up. At this point many Talents danced. Sordman loved to use\n his body, but ritual dancing made him feel ridiculous. It had been", "They talked. Sordman picked his way through fourteen minds. As always,\n he found what he wanted." ], [ "\"You all have children,\" Sordman said. \"Would you like to see them\n dragged out at night and treated the way you've treated this girl?\"\n\n\n \"We've got to protect ourselves!\" the young man said.", "\"You're bewitched!\" the young man said. \"I told you not to let him in.\"\n\n\n \"I've come to talk,\" Sordman said. \"Who's the leader of your group?\"", "\"No, you're not,\" Sordman said. \"I admire your courage.\" He walked on.\n Behind him the old man shouted curses.\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\" Lee said.", "be\ncalm. It was not enough to square\n the shoulders, walk erect, speak in a confident tone. Sordman's true\n emotions radiated from him every moment. Those within range felt them", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "Sordman studied the young man's emotions. He was frightened, but only\n a little more than the others. There was something else there, too.", "Sordman laughed. \"Sure I could. And tomorrow I'd have to fight off\n an army. That I couldn't do if I was fool enough to try. You're\n frightened, boy. Use your head.\"", "into a mental state approaching paranoia. Sordman fought panic every\n day. He fought it with a total acceptance of human motivations,\n cultivated tenderness and compassion, and a healthy ego which could", "\"Kill the witch!\" a young man shouted.\nLord, grant me love....\nHis eyes focused on the rifle bearers. One of them half-raised his gun.\n Then the butt clumped on the floor.", "The girl felt lonely. She ached with unsatisfied needs. I'd like to\n lie with you and comfort you, Sordman thought. I'd like to hold you in", "\"\nHe can!\n\" the young man screamed. \"Are you a plain fool? He can go\n outside and kill us all.\"", "\"It all sounds like a lot of talk,\" Sordman said. \"But we have to\n follow it up. This business is nothing but wearing out your legs\n running after every lead. If your legs are strong, you can run anybody\n down.\"", "\"Can we hold the girl here?\" asked the redheaded fat man.\n\n\n \"Feed her and treat her right,\" Sordman said. \"What's your name?\"", "A fat, redheaded man sat a little apart from the group. He radiated a\n special kind of concern. He was concerned for the girl and for his own", "\"I'm not frightened. I just don't like Talent.\"\n\n\n Most of the men frowned. They didn't share the prejudice. A few nodded\n and mumbled and shot dark glances at Sordman.", "Sordman crossed the hall to get a good start. \"I'm about to, Mylady.\"\n His shoulder filled the doorway behind him. This looks like fun, he\n thought. He liked to feel his body working.", "Without drugs and preparation, Sordman needed visual contact to sense\n emotions. But he didn't need Talent to sense the hatred in that voice.\n\n\n He pictured a rough block of stone.", "Sordman laughed. Lee bent and tore a clump of grass from the earth.\n \"Take this, Andy.\"\n\n\n \"Thank you.\"", "\"We're hunting the killer,\" Sordman said. \"We're on your side. I've\n taken no drugs and made no preparations. You don't have to be afraid.\"", "\"You'll make him confess,\" the young man said. \"You'll manipulate him\n like a puppet.\"" ], [ "A fat, redheaded man sat a little apart from the group. He radiated a\n special kind of concern. He was concerned for the girl and for his own", "\"Can we hold the girl here?\" asked the redheaded fat man.\n\n\n \"Feed her and treat her right,\" Sordman said. \"What's your name?\"", "\"No, you're not,\" Sordman said. \"I admire your courage.\" He walked on.\n Behind him the old man shouted curses.\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\" Lee said.", "The girl felt lonely. She ached with unsatisfied needs. I'd like to\n lie with you and comfort you, Sordman thought. I'd like to hold you in", "Sordman laughed. \"Sure I could. And tomorrow I'd have to fight off\n an army. That I couldn't do if I was fool enough to try. You're\n frightened, boy. Use your head.\"", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "\"You all have children,\" Sordman said. \"Would you like to see them\n dragged out at night and treated the way you've treated this girl?\"\n\n\n \"We've got to protect ourselves!\" the young man said.", "Sordman crossed the hall to get a good start. \"I'm about to, Mylady.\"\n His shoulder filled the doorway behind him. This looks like fun, he\n thought. He liked to feel his body working.", "be\ncalm. It was not enough to square\n the shoulders, walk erect, speak in a confident tone. Sordman's true\n emotions radiated from him every moment. Those within range felt them", "\"Let him talk!\" the fat man growled. He stared at the thick hands he\n spread on the table. \"The girl has said all night she's innocent. Maybe", "\"It all sounds like a lot of talk,\" Sordman said. \"But we have to\n follow it up. This business is nothing but wearing out your legs\n running after every lead. If your legs are strong, you can run anybody\n down.\"", "into a mental state approaching paranoia. Sordman fought panic every\n day. He fought it with a total acceptance of human motivations,\n cultivated tenderness and compassion, and a healthy ego which could", "\"You're bewitched!\" the young man said. \"I told you not to let him in.\"\n\n\n \"I've come to talk,\" Sordman said. \"Who's the leader of your group?\"", "\"We're hunting the killer,\" Sordman said. \"We're on your side. I've\n taken no drugs and made no preparations. You don't have to be afraid.\"", "Sordman laughed. Lee bent and tore a clump of grass from the earth.\n \"Take this, Andy.\"\n\n\n \"Thank you.\"", "Sordman stroked his beard. Mentally, he cuddled her in his arms and\n murmured comfort to her.\n\n\n She hunched her shoulders and wrapped her arms around her body.", "A fat woman in a black kimono walked toward him. She had one hand on\n her hip and her eyes were narrowed and hard. Sordman smiled. He felt\n her fear and distrust, and her determination not to let such emotions\n conquer her.", "\"Mylady,\" Sordman said, \"I need your help for two things. We want to\n know who you think wanted to kill your husband. And we need your want.\"", "\"Thanks, Mama, but I think I'd better go alone.\"\n\n\n Sordman, though he didn't tell her, knew that symbolically Lee saw him\n as the tree and herself as the rain and the earth.", "\"Because she's a logical person for you to talk to and because it's the\n kind of thing she'd say.\"\n\n\n \"Yes,\" Sordman said." ], [ "He felt George's mind squirm. As a psychologist, George accepted\n Sordman's Zen-Christian faith because Sordman needed it to control the\n powers of his Talent.", "into a mental state approaching paranoia. Sordman fought panic every\n day. He fought it with a total acceptance of human motivations,\n cultivated tenderness and compassion, and a healthy ego which could", "\"It goes with being a Talent,\" Sordman said. \"Either we like people and\n let them know it or we crack.\"", "\"I've thought it over,\" Sordman said. \"I'll depend on God and nothing\n else.\"", "Those things, Sordman would have said, and also the necessary grace of\n God.", "\"That's a fairy tale,\" Sordman said. \"Without drugs a Talent is\n helpless.\"", "\"I'm afraid so,\" Sordman said. \"My Talent has its limits. I can't\n deep-probe everybody's mind, any more than a baseball pitcher can pitch\n all day.\"", "For a moment Sordman wondered what it would be like to know only one\n woman your entire life. He loved the infinite variety of God's creation\n and wanted to sample as much of it as he could.", "be\ncalm. It was not enough to square\n the shoulders, walk erect, speak in a confident tone. Sordman's true\n emotions radiated from him every moment. Those within range felt them", "It was wet with dew. He held it to his nose and smelled the dirt and\n grass. Two things kept him from destruction by his own Talent. He loved\n the physical world and he believed in God.", "Sordman felt her pain and winced. Death and pain were part of Creation,\n but he hated them and often cursed them. At times like these, he\n understood George's skepticism.", "He stood up. At this point many Talents danced. Sordman loved to use\n his body, but ritual dancing made him feel ridiculous. It had been", "\"I'm a master Talent,\" Sordman said. \"If the killer is in the hotel, I\n can track him down before midnight. Will you give me that long?\"", "\"It all sounds like a lot of talk,\" Sordman said. \"But we have to\n follow it up. This business is nothing but wearing out your legs\n running after every lead. If your legs are strong, you can run anybody\n down.\"", "Without drugs and preparation, Sordman needed visual contact to sense\n emotions. But he didn't need Talent to sense the hatred in that voice.\n\n\n He pictured a rough block of stone.", "\"No, you're not,\" Sordman said. \"I admire your courage.\" He walked on.\n Behind him the old man shouted curses.\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\" Lee said.", "His fellow humans often made him gawk in wonder. Some people say we're\n psychic cripples, he thought. And maybe we are. But we do our work and", "He called it his battle robe. Habit played a big part in the\n development of Talent. The same clothing, the same ritualized\n movements, helped put his mind in the proper state.", "\"Thanks, Mama, but I think I'd better go alone.\"\n\n\n Sordman, though he didn't tell her, knew that symbolically Lee saw him\n as the tree and herself as the rain and the earth.", "\"I'm not frightened. I just don't like Talent.\"\n\n\n Most of the men frowned. They didn't share the prejudice. A few nodded\n and mumbled and shot dark glances at Sordman." ], [ "For a moment Sordman wondered what it would be like to know only one\n woman your entire life. He loved the infinite variety of God's creation\n and wanted to sample as much of it as he could.", "Sordman crossed the hall to get a good start. \"I'm about to, Mylady.\"\n His shoulder filled the doorway behind him. This looks like fun, he\n thought. He liked to feel his body working.", "into a mental state approaching paranoia. Sordman fought panic every\n day. He fought it with a total acceptance of human motivations,\n cultivated tenderness and compassion, and a healthy ego which could", "be\ncalm. It was not enough to square\n the shoulders, walk erect, speak in a confident tone. Sordman's true\n emotions radiated from him every moment. Those within range felt them", "Sordman felt her pain and winced. Death and pain were part of Creation,\n but he hated them and often cursed them. At times like these, he\n understood George's skepticism.", "\"It all sounds like a lot of talk,\" Sordman said. \"But we have to\n follow it up. This business is nothing but wearing out your legs\n running after every lead. If your legs are strong, you can run anybody\n down.\"", "\"No, you're not,\" Sordman said. \"I admire your courage.\" He walked on.\n Behind him the old man shouted curses.\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\" Lee said.", "\"It goes with being a Talent,\" Sordman said. \"Either we like people and\n let them know it or we crack.\"", "The girl felt lonely. She ached with unsatisfied needs. I'd like to\n lie with you and comfort you, Sordman thought. I'd like to hold you in", "\"I've thought it over,\" Sordman said. \"I'll depend on God and nothing\n else.\"", "Sordman laughed. Lee bent and tore a clump of grass from the earth.\n \"Take this, Andy.\"\n\n\n \"Thank you.\"", "Sordman laughed. \"Sure I could. And tomorrow I'd have to fight off\n an army. That I couldn't do if I was fool enough to try. You're\n frightened, boy. Use your head.\"", "\"Gladly,\" Sordman said.", "He stood up. At this point many Talents danced. Sordman loved to use\n his body, but ritual dancing made him feel ridiculous. It had been", "\"We're hunting the killer,\" Sordman said. \"We're on your side. I've\n taken no drugs and made no preparations. You don't have to be afraid.\"", "Sordman stroked his beard. Mentally, he cuddled her in his arms and\n murmured comfort to her.\n\n\n She hunched her shoulders and wrapped her arms around her body.", "Sordman laughed in his belly. No matter what the rules were, few women\n publicly admitted they had broken them. By the standards of the period", "SORDMAN THE PROTECTOR\nBY TOM PURDOM\n\n\n Illustrated by WOOD\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "\"I'm afraid so,\" Sordman said. \"My Talent has its limits. I can't\n deep-probe everybody's mind, any more than a baseball pitcher can pitch\n all day.\"" ], [ "Sordman laughed. \"Sure I could. And tomorrow I'd have to fight off\n an army. That I couldn't do if I was fool enough to try. You're\n frightened, boy. Use your head.\"", "He stood up. At this point many Talents danced. Sordman loved to use\n his body, but ritual dancing made him feel ridiculous. It had been", "be\ncalm. It was not enough to square\n the shoulders, walk erect, speak in a confident tone. Sordman's true\n emotions radiated from him every moment. Those within range felt them", "Sordman felt her pain and winced. Death and pain were part of Creation,\n but he hated them and often cursed them. At times like these, he\n understood George's skepticism.", "The girl felt lonely. She ached with unsatisfied needs. I'd like to\n lie with you and comfort you, Sordman thought. I'd like to hold you in", "People stared at them. A small crowd gathered. Lee appeared in the door\n of the coffee house.\n\n\n \"It's all right,\" Sordman told the people. \"It's all right.\" He started\n to go on.", "Sordman studied the young man's emotions. He was frightened, but only\n a little more than the others. There was something else there, too.", "Sordman crossed the hall to get a good start. \"I'm about to, Mylady.\"\n His shoulder filled the doorway behind him. This looks like fun, he\n thought. He liked to feel his body working.", "\"No, you're not,\" Sordman said. \"I admire your courage.\" He walked on.\n Behind him the old man shouted curses.\n\n\n \"Are you all right?\" Lee said.", "Sordman rabbit-punched a tree as he passed it. \"It was a one-year\n contract, and it ended two weeks ago.\"\n\n\n \"I smell jealousy,\" Lee said.", "Sordman stroked his beard. Mentally, he cuddled her in his arms and\n murmured comfort to her.\n\n\n She hunched her shoulders and wrapped her arms around her body.", "Sordman laughed. Lee bent and tore a clump of grass from the earth.\n \"Take this, Andy.\"\n\n\n \"Thank you.\"", "For a moment Sordman wondered what it would be like to know only one\n woman your entire life. He loved the infinite variety of God's creation\n and wanted to sample as much of it as he could.", "The men up there were scared. Sordman knew he would die if he lost\n control. But Lee and George were scared, too. Even now, standing in the\n park in early morning, their fear battered at his mind.", "into a mental state approaching paranoia. Sordman fought panic every\n day. He fought it with a total acceptance of human motivations,\n cultivated tenderness and compassion, and a healthy ego which could", "\"Thanks, Mama, but I think I'd better go alone.\"\n\n\n Sordman, though he didn't tell her, knew that symbolically Lee saw him\n as the tree and herself as the rain and the earth.", "\"It all sounds like a lot of talk,\" Sordman said. \"But we have to\n follow it up. This business is nothing but wearing out your legs\n running after every lead. If your legs are strong, you can run anybody\n down.\"", "\"I'm afraid so,\" Sordman said. \"My Talent has its limits. I can't\n deep-probe everybody's mind, any more than a baseball pitcher can pitch\n all day.\"", "Sordman laughed in his belly. No matter what the rules were, few women\n publicly admitted they had broken them. By the standards of the period", "\"I've thought it over,\" Sordman said. \"I'll depend on God and nothing\n else.\"" ], [ "\"I know. But Esponito's murder gives us more leads than Bedler's.\n Bedler didn't even have a one-month wife when he died. Lots of people\n knew the Administrator and might have had a grudge against him.\"", "\"Let's assume it's true,\" Sordman said, \"and see where it leads us.\"\n\n\n \"Bedler was married,\" Lee said. \"I remember that from our briefing.\"", "nineteen-year-old son, and his wife had been a lifetime wife. Esponito\n had been a Catholic, and that faith still called short-term marriages a\n mortal sin.", "\"Oh, quit being prudish,\" George said. \"These things happen all the\n time.\" He turned to the girl. \"We were told you and Joe Bedler were\n making plans to get married when your present contract ends.\"", "He felt a sudden resentment in the woman. Why? The boy didn't feel as\n if he was lying. Maybe Esponito had been the kind of man who didn't", "\"Mmm. If he did, Administrator Esponito was probably attacked on the\n spur of the moment. And we should be seeing who wanted to kill Bedler.\"\n\n\n \"What about Manager Kurt?\"", "His hands, miles from his mind, fumbled in the case. The balls danced\n and bobbed in the air. He laughed and unfolded his divining rod. The\n furniture bounced. Mylady Esponito screamed.", "\"Let's talk to Bedler's ex-wife,\" Sordman said.\nHer name was Jackie Baker. She was just over five feet tall and blonde.\n She wore glasses with green frames.", "He had torn Esponito's photo from a newspaper. Now he let the colored\n balls drop and stuck the picture on the end of the rod.\n\n\n \"This and that are one in kind. Servant rod, find me that!\"", "\"Technician, your Protector will remember.\"\nClarke Esponito had been a hard, quick little man in his early fifties.", "\"The world is filled with it,\" George said. \"I favor short-term\n marriages. They're the only way a person can practice a difficult art", "\"Why bother me?\" the girl said.\n\n\n \"This is awkward,\" Lee said. She stood erect but looked past the girl.\n She felt embarrassed. \"Someone told us you and Bedler were seeing each\n other.\"", "months to go. But there was a dance last week and I saw the two of them\n disappear into the park. Raven's husband hunted all over for her. He\n looked horrible. I pitied him.\"", "The Widow Esponito bowed in return.\n\n\n \"I understand, Politician Shawn.\"", "Sordman laughed in his belly. No matter what the rules were, few women\n publicly admitted they had broken them. By the standards of the period", "went to dances he always danced with her once or twice. And she and\n her husband used to meet us in bars. After the contract expired, he\n couldn't see her much because she and her husband have another six", "\"The fact the killer used the newspaper picture doesn't\nprove\nBedler\n was the real victim,\" George said. \"But it indicates it.\"", "For a moment Sordman wondered what it would be like to know only one\n woman your entire life. He loved the infinite variety of God's creation\n and wanted to sample as much of it as he could.", "\"Let him talk!\" the fat man growled. He stared at the thick hands he\n spread on the table. \"The girl has said all night she's innocent. Maybe", "Even with her face scarred by tears she looked lovely. From the\n earliest years of their marriage, her husband had been high in the\n Civil Service and able to buy her beauty treatments." ], [ "\"Mmm. If he did, Administrator Esponito was probably attacked on the\n spur of the moment. And we should be seeing who wanted to kill Bedler.\"\n\n\n \"What about Manager Kurt?\"", "\"The fact the killer used the newspaper picture doesn't\nprove\nBedler\n was the real victim,\" George said. \"But it indicates it.\"", "\"I know. But Esponito's murder gives us more leads than Bedler's.\n Bedler didn't even have a one-month wife when he died. Lots of people\n knew the Administrator and might have had a grudge against him.\"", "\"Let's talk to Bedler's ex-wife,\" Sordman said.\nHer name was Jackie Baker. She was just over five feet tall and blonde.\n She wore glasses with green frames.", "\"Let's assume it's true,\" Sordman said, \"and see where it leads us.\"\n\n\n \"Bedler was married,\" Lee said. \"I remember that from our briefing.\"", "\"She's a sadist. I know she is. She's just the type to do this. She\n likes to play with men and hurt them. Her poor husband is a nervous\n wreck. I know she killed Joe, Protector. She hates us!\"", "\"Why bother me?\" the girl said.\n\n\n \"This is awkward,\" Lee said. She stood erect but looked past the girl.\n She felt embarrassed. \"Someone told us you and Bedler were seeing each\n other.\"", "\"Oh, quit being prudish,\" George said. \"These things happen all the\n time.\" He turned to the girl. \"We were told you and Joe Bedler were\n making plans to get married when your present contract ends.\"", "Sordman and George Aaron bowed with her. \"We intrude on you,\" Lee said,\n \"only because we have to find the real killer. Other people may be in\n danger.\"", "\"Now can you tell us why you think the killer is a woman?\" George asked.\nThe girl held out her glass and George filled it. \"Because he was the", "\"I think we should.\" Sordman drank his coffee. \"Citizen English\n herself might have killed them.\"\n\n\n \"I doubt it,\" George said.", "in a clear field beneath an open sky while your murderer lay home in\n his bed. No wonder they dragged a girl from her parents and bullied her\n till dawn.", "\"We're hunting the killer,\" Sordman said. \"We're on your side. I've\n taken no drugs and made no preparations. You don't have to be afraid.\"", "\"Two men died yesterday. I've come to hunt out the murderer and put him\n away. What's the evidence against this girl?\"\n\n\n \"We found drugs and a divining rod in her room.\"", "\"\nHe can!\n\" the young man screamed. \"Are you a plain fool? He can go\n outside and kill us all.\"", "\"I'm a master Talent,\" Sordman said. \"If the killer is in the hotel, I\n can track him down before midnight. Will you give me that long?\"", "\"Mylady,\" Sordman said, \"I need your help for two things. We want to\n know who you think wanted to kill your husband. And we need your want.\"", "\"Our want?\" her son asked. He stood rigidly beside his mother's chair.\n His clothes were rich and formal tweed.\n\n\n \"Do you want to find the killer?\"", "\"Let him talk!\" the fat man growled. He stared at the thick hands he\n spread on the table. \"The girl has said all night she's innocent. Maybe", "\"I'm sorry we have to force our way in,\" he said. \"And I'm sorry you\n don't approve of Talent. But please remember two men have died and a" ] ]

[ "What is the unspeakable thing that the title refers to?", "What finally motivates the speaker to go to the government about his issue?", "Now that he possesses this four-letter name, how has his life changed?", "If he actually goes through with trying to get a name change, what is he afraid could happen?", "What is one major drawback he feels his name causes?", "The woman who waits on the main character", "Why does the main character get so embarrassed in front of the woman at the counter?", "What type of unauthorized behavior does the main character engage in with the clerk?", "What almost distracts the main character enough to forget why he came to the government office in the first place?", "In the end, what does the couple the main character observes make him realize?" ]

[ [ "The dreams that the main character has.", "The narrator's name.", "The acts that the narrator commits.", "The planet's name." ], [ "He is curious as to what they will do when he presents his dilemma.", "He is tired of being mistaken for someone else.", "It was his mother's dying wish.", "The woman in his dream persuades him." ], [ "He meets many more women than before.", "He has virtually lost his entire life, and he is virtually shunned by society.", "He is allowed to go to the front of every line.", "People with his name are considered special, and he never has to wait in line for anything." ], [ "He could be arrested and sent to an institution", "He will be dishonoring his parents.", "He will never dream of the woman again.", "He will lose his job." ], [ "He cannot find a woman willing to have sex with him, and he is dying to attempt to procreate.", "He is unable to qualify for the position that would put him in close proximity to the woman he dreams of.. ", "His name is always called last, so he spends the majority of his time waiting in line.", "His name is always called last, so he spends the majority of his time waiting in line." ], [ "reminds him of the woman he dreams about", "is rude and refuses to assist him.", "reminds him of his mother who he just lost because she was so kind to him,", "ultimately turns him in to the authorities because what he is trying to do is illegal." ], [ "He tells her he reminds her of his mother who just died.", "He tells her he dreams about her.", "He has to tell her his name.", "He belches in her face when she asks him a question." ], [ "He tries to have sex with her.", "He discusses his dead mother, which is prohibited.", "He asks her out on a date.", "He asks her personal questions." ], [ "His fear of retaliation from the authorities.", "All he can think about is the woman who will be in his dreams that night.", "He cannot take his eyes off of the clerk.", "All he can think about is his mother." ], [ "No matter where you go, as long as you have the one you love with you, nothing else matters.", "He is glad he is not tied down to someone else.", "He is going to the institution and he is scared.", "He is going to ask out the clerk the next time he sees her." ] ]

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[ [ "Mine was.\n\n\n It was unspeakable.", "I, the Unspeakable\nBy WALT SHELDON\n\n\n Illustrated by LOUIS MARCHETTI\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "That was why this curious dream voice shocked me so. The thing that it\n suggested was quite as embarrassing as its non-standard, emotional,\n provocative tone.", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "noticed for the first time that they were a warm gray, almost a mouse\n color. I felt like laughing at that irrelevant observation, but more\n than that I felt like turning and running. I felt like climbing and", "embarrassed. He didn't say anything. He just swallowed and choked\n and became crimson when he saw it. He didn't dare pass it to his\n secretarial engineer; he went to the administrative circuits and", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "They had curious faces. Their eyes were indescribably sad, and yet\n their lips seemed to be ready to smile at any moment.\n\n\n They were holding hands, not seeming to care about this vulgar\n emotional display.", "pattern began to emerge; the same story everywhere. When I mentioned my\n specialty they would look delighted. When I handed them my tag and they\n saw my name, they would go into immediate polite confusion. As soon as", "But there was the worst thing of all. I could not mate.\nFunny, I hadn't thought about mating until it became impossible. I", "and extremely lithe. Graceful and rhythmic. Very, very feminine, almost\n beyond standard in that respect. I felt blood throb in my temples and\n was heartily ashamed of myself.", "For a moment we stood there, face to face, touching each other lightly.\n I held her by the arms. I felt the primitive warmth of her breath. Our\n eyes held together ... proton ... electron ... I felt her tremble.", "Four letters then, and in many cases a pronounceable four letter word.\n\n\n A four letter word.\n\n\n Yes, you suspect already. You know what a four letter word can be.", "The cyb's mechanical voice—they never seem to get the \"th\" sounds\n right—said, \"This is Branch Four of the Office of Government", "Then, when I did sleep, when I had been sleeping, I heard the voice\n again. The low, seductive woman's voice—the startling, shocking voice\n out of my unconscious.", "Wherever I go,\nI\ngo too,\nAnd spoil everything.\n\n That was it. The story of mankind.", "Well, simple enough so far. I had always rather prided myself on my\n knack for approved voice, those flat, emotionless tones that indicate", "wonderfully happy. Our eyes were sad too, but we were really happy,\n quietly happy, and that was why our lips stayed upon the brink of a\n smile.", "I awoke in a warm sweat and swore something had gone wrong with the\n sleep-learner. You never hear the actual words with this machine, of\n course; you simply absorb the concepts unconsciously. Still, it seemed" ], [ "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "I made my decision suddenly. Waves of emotion carried me along. I got\n up, crossed the room to the directory, and pushbuttoned to find the\n location of the nearest Govpub office.", "to freedom. Don't stop now. Don't sink back into the lifelessness of\n conformity. Go on ... on and on. Keep struggling, for that is the only\n answer....\n\"", "The cyb's mechanical voice—they never seem to get the \"th\" sounds\n right—said, \"This is Branch Four of the Office of Government", "As she spoke I had the idea that there was sympathy in her voice. Just\n an overtone. \"Well,\" she said, \"as you know, the post a person is", "I sighed. \"I know. It's that way everywhere in Northem. Our motto ought\n to be, 'Why make it difficult when with just a little more effort you", "I had the usual difficulties at Travbur the next day. I won't go into\n them, except to say that I was batted from office to office like a ping", "were so many regulations that if you just took the time to work it out,\n you could justify damn near anything. I knew what the chief was up to.\n Just to remove me from my post would have taken a year of applications", "Now, on this morning of the seventeenth day in the ninth month,\n I ate my boiled egg slowly and actually toyed with the idea. I", "noticed for the first time that they were a warm gray, almost a mouse\n color. I felt like laughing at that irrelevant observation, but more\n than that I felt like turning and running. I felt like climbing and", "Like most important places, the Govpub Office in Center Four was\n underground. I could have taken a tunnelcar more quickly, but it seemed", "and hearings and innumerable visits to the capital in Center One. But\n if I should infract—deliberately infract—it would enable the chief to\n let me go. The equivalent of resigning.", "I almost backed out right then. I stopped momentarily. And then common\n sense took hold and I realized that if I were to go through with this", "life, and the whole of that life had been spent under the State. I knew\n no other way to act. Suppressing what little individuality I might", "embarrassed. He didn't say anything. He just swallowed and choked\n and became crimson when he saw it. He didn't dare pass it to his\n secretarial engineer; he went to the administrative circuits and", "thought of being on productive status again. I had almost lost my\n fanatical craving to be useful to the State, but I did want to be", "Well, simple enough so far. I had always rather prided myself on my\n knack for approved voice, those flat, emotionless tones that indicate", "Wherever I go,\nI\ngo too,\nAnd spoil everything.\n\n That was it. The story of mankind.", "\"Er—old man,\" he said, not quite able to bring himself to utter my\n name, \"I'm going to have to switch you to another department. How would\n you like to work on nutrition kits? Very interesting work.\"", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning." ], [ "Grade 4, he will probably change his place of work. In order to protect\n him from any associative maladjustments developed under the old E.A.C,\n he is permitted a new number.\"", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "\"\nTake her. Find a way. When you succeed in changing your name, and\n know that you can do things, then find a way. There will be a way.\n\"\n\n\n The idea at once thrilled and frightened me.", "Four letters then, and in many cases a pronounceable four letter word.\n\n\n A four letter word.\n\n\n Yes, you suspect already. You know what a four letter word can be.", "I will never forget the first day I received my new four letter\n combination and reported it to my chief, as required. I was unthinkably", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "pattern began to emerge; the same story everywhere. When I mentioned my\n specialty they would look delighted. When I handed them my tag and they\n saw my name, they would go into immediate polite confusion. As soon as", "\"\nTry it\n,\" she said. \"\nDo it. Start tomorrow to get your name changed.", "She looked down quickly and recorded my name. It took her a little\n longer than necessary. In that time she recovered. Somewhat.", "Nor could I change my name. You know what happens when you try to\n change something already on the records. The very idea of wanting\n change implies criticism of the State. Unthinkable behavior.", "\"Er—old man,\" he said, not quite able to bring himself to utter my\n name, \"I'm going to have to switch you to another department. How would\n you like to work on nutrition kits? Very interesting work.\"", "Then I paused again.\n\n\n She said, \"And your name?\"\n\n\n I took a deep breath and told her.", "My name. The dream and\nher\nvoice. And her suggestion.\nWould I dare? Would I start out this very morning and take the risk,", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"What's in a name?\" might be very dangerous\n\n to ask in certain societies, in which sticks", "I laughed. I knew what she meant, all right. Pre-atomics and their\n ideas about free mating always fascinated people. I moved up beside\n her. \"What's your name, by the way?\"", "The cyb's mechanical voice—they never seem to get the \"th\" sounds\n right—said, \"This is Branch Four of the Office of Government", "I pronounced it. \"Lara. Lah-rah. That's beautiful. Fits you, too.\"\nShe didn't answer; she kept her eyes straight ahead and I saw the faint\n spot of color on her cheek.", "life, and the whole of that life had been spent under the State. I knew\n no other way to act. Suppressing what little individuality I might", "I waited for a call in the next few weeks, still hoping, but I knew\n no woman would consent to meet a man with my name, let alone enter a\n mating booth with him.", "remember the first time, out of sheer idleness, I wandered into a\n Eugenic Center. I filled out my form very carefully and submitted it\n for analysis and assignment. The clerk saw my name, and did the usual" ], [ "\"\nTake her. Find a way. When you succeed in changing your name, and\n know that you can do things, then find a way. There will be a way.\n\"\n\n\n The idea at once thrilled and frightened me.", "\"\nTry it\n,\" she said. \"\nDo it. Start tomorrow to get your name changed.", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "Nor could I change my name. You know what happens when you try to\n change something already on the records. The very idea of wanting\n change implies criticism of the State. Unthinkable behavior.", "Grade 4, he will probably change his place of work. In order to protect\n him from any associative maladjustments developed under the old E.A.C,\n he is permitted a new number.\"", "My name. The dream and\nher\nvoice. And her suggestion.\nWould I dare? Would I start out this very morning and take the risk,", "I waited for a call in the next few weeks, still hoping, but I knew\n no woman would consent to meet a man with my name, let alone enter a\n mating booth with him.", "And if I were to state my business, I would have to tell her my name.", "\"Er—old man,\" he said, not quite able to bring himself to utter my\n name, \"I'm going to have to switch you to another department. How would\n you like to work on nutrition kits? Very interesting work.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"What's in a name?\" might be very dangerous\n\n to ask in certain societies, in which sticks", "She looked down quickly and recorded my name. It took her a little\n longer than necessary. In that time she recovered. Somewhat.", "I almost backed out right then. I stopped momentarily. And then common\n sense took hold and I realized that if I were to go through with this", "\"If you could get to the top man in Opsych and demonstrate that your\n number has inadvertently changed your E.A.C., he might be able to\n justify a change.\"", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "embarrassed. He didn't say anything. He just swallowed and choked\n and became crimson when he saw it. He didn't dare pass it to his\n secretarial engineer; he went to the administrative circuits and", "pattern began to emerge; the same story everywhere. When I mentioned my\n specialty they would look delighted. When I handed them my tag and they\n saw my name, they would go into immediate polite confusion. As soon as", "the terrible risk?\nYou remember renumbering. Two years ago. You remember how it was then;\n how everybody looked forward to his new designation, and how everybody", "Then I paused again.\n\n\n She said, \"And your name?\"\n\n\n I took a deep breath and told her.", "There will be a way. There must be a way. The rules are so mixed up\n that a clever man can do almost anything. Do it, please—for me.\n\"", "\"Opsych?\" You can't keep up with all these departments.\n\n\n \"The Office of Psychological Adjustment. They can change you if you go\n from a lower to higher E.A.C.\"" ], [ "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "pattern began to emerge; the same story everywhere. When I mentioned my\n specialty they would look delighted. When I handed them my tag and they\n saw my name, they would go into immediate polite confusion. As soon as", "\"\nTake her. Find a way. When you succeed in changing your name, and\n know that you can do things, then find a way. There will be a way.\n\"\n\n\n The idea at once thrilled and frightened me.", "Then I paused again.\n\n\n She said, \"And your name?\"\n\n\n I took a deep breath and told her.", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "Nor could I change my name. You know what happens when you try to\n change something already on the records. The very idea of wanting\n change implies criticism of the State. Unthinkable behavior.", "She looked down quickly and recorded my name. It took her a little\n longer than necessary. In that time she recovered. Somewhat.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"What's in a name?\" might be very dangerous\n\n to ask in certain societies, in which sticks", "And if I were to state my business, I would have to tell her my name.", "My name. The dream and\nher\nvoice. And her suggestion.\nWould I dare? Would I start out this very morning and take the risk,", "I waited for a call in the next few weeks, still hoping, but I knew\n no woman would consent to meet a man with my name, let alone enter a\n mating booth with him.", "\"Er—old man,\" he said, not quite able to bring himself to utter my\n name, \"I'm going to have to switch you to another department. How would\n you like to work on nutrition kits? Very interesting work.\"", "And then there was the problem of everyday existence. You might say\n it's lucky to be an N/P for a while. I've heard people say that. Basic\n needs provided, worlds of leisure time; on the surface it sounds\n attractive.", "I pronounced it. \"Lara. Lah-rah. That's beautiful. Fits you, too.\"\nShe didn't answer; she kept her eyes straight ahead and I saw the faint\n spot of color on her cheek.", "I laughed. I knew what she meant, all right. Pre-atomics and their\n ideas about free mating always fascinated people. I moved up beside\n her. \"What's your name, by the way?\"", "Grade 4, he will probably change his place of work. In order to protect\n him from any associative maladjustments developed under the old E.A.C,\n he is permitted a new number.\"", "remember the first time, out of sheer idleness, I wandered into a\n Eugenic Center. I filled out my form very carefully and submitted it\n for analysis and assignment. The clerk saw my name, and did the usual", "\"\nTry it\n,\" she said. \"\nDo it. Start tomorrow to get your name changed.", "Reading the last quote, I notice a curious effect. It says what I feel.\n Of course I didn't feel that way on that particular morning. I was", "Yet instinct told me that wasn't the answer, either. I thought of a\n verse by an ancient pre-atomic poet named Hoffenstein. (People had\n unwieldy, random combinations of letters for names in those days.) The\n poem went:" ], [ "features were even enough, and her hair a middle blonde—but she had\n something else. Hard to describe. It was a warmth, a buoyancy, a sense", "As she spoke I had the idea that there was sympathy in her voice. Just\n an overtone. \"Well,\" she said, \"as you know, the post a person is", "Bear with me; I'm getting to the voice—to\nher\n—in a moment.", "We headed back through the passageway then and she kept well ahead of\n me. I couldn't keep my eyes from her walk, from the way she walked with\n everything below her shoulders. My blood was pounding at my temples\n again.", "and extremely lithe. Graceful and rhythmic. Very, very feminine, almost\n beyond standard in that respect. I felt blood throb in my temples and\n was heartily ashamed of myself.", "She put a handsteno on the desk top and said, \"Name? Address? Post?\"\n\n\n I froze. I stood there and stared at her.\n\n\n She looked up and said, \"Well?\"", "Well, following her was a pleasure, anyway. I could watch the movement\n of her hips and torso as she walked. She was not tall, but long-legged", "of life and intense animation. It didn't exactly show; it radiated. It\n seemed to sing out from her clear complexion, from her figure, which\n even a tunic could not hide, from everything about her.", "He said, \"Of course you understand that we must submit your\n application to the woman authorized to spend time in the mating booths\n with you, and that she has the right to refuse.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, I understand that.\"", "There was a girl at the information desk. An exceptionally attractive\n girl. She was well within the limits of acceptable standard, and her", "About then I began to have these dreams. As I've told you, in the dream\n there was only this woman's seductive voice. The first time I heard it", "\"\nThe woman, Lara, attracts you\n,\" said the voice.", "Then I paused again.\n\n\n She said, \"And your name?\"\n\n\n I took a deep breath and told her.", "She looked down quickly and recorded my name. It took her a little\n longer than necessary. In that time she recovered. Somewhat.", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "She tore off a slip of paper, consulted it, and said, \"Information\n desired is in Bank 29. Please follow me.\"", "She answered hesitantly, but at least she answered. She said, \"Not\n terribly. The cybs are company enough most of the time.\"\n\n\n \"You don't get many visitors, then.\"", "I laughed. I knew what she meant, all right. Pre-atomics and their\n ideas about free mating always fascinated people. I moved up beside\n her. \"What's your name, by the way?\"", "I suppose at that point I twitched or rolled in my sleep. Yes, the\n voice was right, the woman Lara attracted me. So much that I ached with\n it.", "For a moment we stood there, face to face, touching each other lightly.\n I held her by the arms. I felt the primitive warmth of her breath. Our\n eyes held together ... proton ... electron ... I felt her tremble." ], [ "embarrassed. He didn't say anything. He just swallowed and choked\n and became crimson when he saw it. He didn't dare pass it to his\n secretarial engineer; he went to the administrative circuits and", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "That was why this curious dream voice shocked me so. The thing that it\n suggested was quite as embarrassing as its non-standard, emotional,\n provocative tone.", "and extremely lithe. Graceful and rhythmic. Very, very feminine, almost\n beyond standard in that respect. I felt blood throb in my temples and\n was heartily ashamed of myself.", "thing, here would be only the first of a long series of embarrassments\n and discomforts. It had to be done.", "dashing all over the walls like a frustrated cat and yelling at the\n top of my lungs. I felt like anything but standing there and looking\n stupid, meeting her stare—", "noticed for the first time that they were a warm gray, almost a mouse\n color. I felt like laughing at that irrelevant observation, but more\n than that I felt like turning and running. I felt like climbing and", "I didn't want to look into her eyes. I wanted to look away, but I\n couldn't find a decent excuse to. I saw her eyes become wide and", "She put a handsteno on the desk top and said, \"Name? Address? Post?\"\n\n\n I froze. I stood there and stared at her.\n\n\n She looked up and said, \"Well?\"", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "I walked up to the desk and the girl turned to face me, and I could\n have sworn that a faint smile crossed her lips. It was swift, like the", "She looked down quickly and recorded my name. It took her a little\n longer than necessary. In that time she recovered. Somewhat.", "They had curious faces. Their eyes were indescribably sad, and yet\n their lips seemed to be ready to smile at any moment.\n\n\n They were holding hands, not seeming to care about this vulgar\n emotional display.", "For a moment we stood there, face to face, touching each other lightly.\n I held her by the arms. I felt the primitive warmth of her breath. Our\n eyes held together ... proton ... electron ... I felt her tremble.", "A few moments later I said, \"Don't you sometimes get—well, pretty\n lonely working here?\" Personal talk at a time like this wasn't approved\n behavior, but I couldn't help it.", "I almost backed out right then. I stopped momentarily. And then common\n sense took hold and I realized that if I were to go through with this", "I laughed. I knew what she meant, all right. Pre-atomics and their\n ideas about free mating always fascinated people. I moved up beside\n her. \"What's your name, by the way?\"", "We headed back through the passageway then and she kept well ahead of\n me. I couldn't keep my eyes from her walk, from the way she walked with\n everything below her shoulders. My blood was pounding at my temples\n again.", "double-take. He coughed and swallowed and fidgeted.", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again." ], [ "I would like to be in a mating booth with her, I thought, the full\n authorized twenty minutes. And I knew I was unconformist and the\n realization hardly scared me at all.", "There will be a way. There must be a way. The rules are so mixed up\n that a clever man can do almost anything. Do it, please—for me.\n\"", "embarrassed. He didn't say anything. He just swallowed and choked\n and became crimson when he saw it. He didn't dare pass it to his\n secretarial engineer; he went to the administrative circuits and", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "A few moments later I said, \"Don't you sometimes get—well, pretty\n lonely working here?\" Personal talk at a time like this wasn't approved\n behavior, but I couldn't help it.", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "and extremely lithe. Graceful and rhythmic. Very, very feminine, almost\n beyond standard in that respect. I felt blood throb in my temples and\n was heartily ashamed of myself.", "were so many regulations that if you just took the time to work it out,\n you could justify damn near anything. I knew what the chief was up to.\n Just to remove me from my post would have taken a year of applications", "She put a handsteno on the desk top and said, \"Name? Address? Post?\"\n\n\n I froze. I stood there and stared at her.\n\n\n She looked up and said, \"Well?\"", "her move. I had almost forgotten why I'd come here. The lights blinked\n on and off and the typers clacked softly as the machine sorted out\n information.", "I walked up to the desk and the girl turned to face me, and I could\n have sworn that a faint smile crossed her lips. It was swift, like the", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "\"Er—old man,\" he said, not quite able to bring himself to utter my\n name, \"I'm going to have to switch you to another department. How would\n you like to work on nutrition kits? Very interesting work.\"", "She tore off a slip of paper, consulted it, and said, \"Information\n desired is in Bank 29. Please follow me.\"", "\"\nShe was not only trying to get me to commit nonconformity, but making\n heretical remarks besides. I awoke that time and half-expected a Deacon", "and hearings and innumerable visits to the capital in Center One. But\n if I should infract—deliberately infract—it would enable the chief to\n let me go. The equivalent of resigning.", "She looked down quickly and recorded my name. It took her a little\n longer than necessary. In that time she recovered. Somewhat.", "pattern began to emerge; the same story everywhere. When I mentioned my\n specialty they would look delighted. When I handed them my tag and they\n saw my name, they would go into immediate polite confusion. As soon as", "He said, \"Of course you understand that we must submit your\n application to the woman authorized to spend time in the mating booths\n with you, and that she has the right to refuse.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, I understand that.\"", "Well, simple enough so far. I had always rather prided myself on my\n knack for approved voice, those flat, emotionless tones that indicate" ], [ "her move. I had almost forgotten why I'd come here. The lights blinked\n on and off and the typers clacked softly as the machine sorted out\n information.", "Like most important places, the Govpub Office in Center Four was\n underground. I could have taken a tunnelcar more quickly, but it seemed", "I made my decision suddenly. Waves of emotion carried me along. I got\n up, crossed the room to the directory, and pushbuttoned to find the\n location of the nearest Govpub office.", "The cyb's mechanical voice—they never seem to get the \"th\" sounds\n right—said, \"This is Branch Four of the Office of Government", "Whenever anyone, especially a woman, asked my name, the embarrassment\n would become a crackling electric field all about us. The best tactic\n was just not to answer.\nThe chief called me in one day. He looked haggard.", "I hadn't worried about my appearance when I'd been with the Office of\n Weapons. There, I'd been able to keep pretty much to myself, doing", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "embarrassed. He didn't say anything. He just swallowed and choked\n and became crimson when he saw it. He didn't dare pass it to his\n secretarial engineer; he went to the administrative circuits and", "noticed for the first time that they were a warm gray, almost a mouse\n color. I felt like laughing at that irrelevant observation, but more\n than that I felt like turning and running. I felt like climbing and", "I almost backed out right then. I stopped momentarily. And then common\n sense took hold and I realized that if I were to go through with this", "remember the first time, out of sheer idleness, I wandered into a\n Eugenic Center. I filled out my form very carefully and submitted it\n for analysis and assignment. The clerk saw my name, and did the usual", "I had the usual difficulties at Travbur the next day. I won't go into\n them, except to say that I was batted from office to office like a ping", "There was a girl at the information desk. An exceptionally attractive\n girl. She was well within the limits of acceptable standard, and her", "\"Er—old man,\" he said, not quite able to bring himself to utter my\n name, \"I'm going to have to switch you to another department. How would\n you like to work on nutrition kits? Very interesting work.\"", "I walked up to the desk and the girl turned to face me, and I could\n have sworn that a faint smile crossed her lips. It was swift, like the", "She tore off a slip of paper, consulted it, and said, \"Information\n desired is in Bank 29. Please follow me.\"", "and hearings and innumerable visits to the capital in Center One. But\n if I should infract—deliberately infract—it would enable the chief to\n let me go. The equivalent of resigning.", "were so many regulations that if you just took the time to work it out,\n you could justify damn near anything. I knew what the chief was up to.\n Just to remove me from my post would have taken a year of applications", "As she spoke I had the idea that there was sympathy in her voice. Just\n an overtone. \"Well,\" she said, \"as you know, the post a person is", "She looked down quickly and recorded my name. It took her a little\n longer than necessary. In that time she recovered. Somewhat." ], [ "They had curious faces. Their eyes were indescribably sad, and yet\n their lips seemed to be ready to smile at any moment.\n\n\n They were holding hands, not seeming to care about this vulgar\n emotional display.", "in the forward seats. Man and woman, they were, a youngish, rather\n non-descript couple, thin, very quiet. They were manacled and two", "noticed for the first time that they were a warm gray, almost a mouse\n color. I felt like laughing at that irrelevant observation, but more\n than that I felt like turning and running. I felt like climbing and", "wonderfully happy. Our eyes were sad too, but we were really happy,\n quietly happy, and that was why our lips stayed upon the brink of a\n smile.", "For a moment we stood there, face to face, touching each other lightly.\n I held her by the arms. I felt the primitive warmth of her breath. Our\n eyes held together ... proton ... electron ... I felt her tremble.", "I rose finally, stepped to the mirror, switched it to positive and\n looked at myself. New wrinkles—or maybe just a deepening of the old\n ones. It was beginning to show; the past two years were leaving traces.", "I walked out and wanted to turn and smile at Lara, and get into my\n smile something of the hope that someday, somewhere, I'd see her\n again—but of course I didn't dare.\nIII", "I would like to be in a mating booth with her, I thought, the full\n authorized twenty minutes. And I knew I was unconformist and the\n realization hardly scared me at all.", "he sees the fatal letters N/P. Non-Producer. A drone, a drain upon the\n State. You can see his stare curdle. He scowls at the book again.", "I had the sudden crazy idea that Lara and I were sitting there, holding\n hands like that, nonconforming in the highest, and that we were", "Wherever I go,\nI\ngo too,\nAnd spoil everything.\n\n That was it. The story of mankind.", "Reading the last quote, I notice a curious effect. It says what I feel.\n Of course I didn't feel that way on that particular morning. I was", "But there was the worst thing of all. I could not mate.\nFunny, I hadn't thought about mating until it became impossible. I", "I almost backed out right then. I stopped momentarily. And then common\n sense took hold and I realized that if I were to go through with this", "I tried to break the sad mood, and started to look around at some of\n the other passengers. That was when I first noticed the prisoners", "And the drama seemed to point out that there was no more security for\n the nonconformists out there than for us here on Earth. Maybe somewhere", "I laughed. I knew what she meant, all right. Pre-atomics and their\n ideas about free mating always fascinated people. I moved up beside\n her. \"What's your name, by the way?\"", "It was the voice that always came, low, intense, seductive, the sound\n of your hand on silk ... and to a citizen of Northem, a conformist, it\n was shocking. I was a conformist then; I was still one that morning.", "I suppose at that point I twitched or rolled in my sleep. Yes, the\n voice was right, the woman Lara attracted me. So much that I ached with\n it.", "double-take. He coughed and swallowed and fidgeted." ] ]

[ "What type of medical procedure does the narrator have in order to make his skin look more like the Earthlings?", "What is the first clue the narrator gives that his planet runs on a much bigger scale than Earth? ", "What is the narrator's purpose on Earth?", "What is so strange about the approach he is ordered to take in reference to Earth?", "The goal for infiltrating Earth?", "When being briefed on his mission, what information does he receive that seems to surprise him the most?", "What does the narrator hope to achieve by sharing his backstory with the Earthlings he meets?", "What is the irony behind the bond the narrator and Riley develop?", "What is ironic about the psychologist's findings in regards to the tests he ran on the narrator." ]

[ [ "He is given an injection that basically injects him with a permanent dye to make his skin change color.", "He is given an injection that basically gives him a disease to make his skin change color.", "He is given an injection that basically gives him hormones that will make his skin change color.", "He is given an injection that basically gives him vitamins to make his skin change color." ], [ "There are 3 trillion people on his planet, and it has harnessed the technology to expand the planet's surface in order to accommodate them.", "There, one city will span over 1,000 miles and still be considered small.", "He speaks about the small hospital where he was a patient, and he comments that it only has about 80 stories.", "The inhabitants of this planet are two to three times larger than humans, so they would have to have things on a grander scale to support their size." ], [ "He is to go there and incite a war that will, no doubt end with his planet taking over Earth, and that is critical for the survival of his people.", "He is to go there and incite a war where the Earthlings destroy themselves.", "He is to go there in order to help get a particular candidate elected to office, and because he is \"in their pocket,\" they will be able to take over Earth. ", "He is to go there and incite a war that will, no doubt, end the disconnect between the people of Earth." ], [ "He is ordered to go to Earth and being to colonize after he marries their ", "He is ordered to murder the current president so that the politician his people are backing can take over.", "He is ordered to go to Earth as himself in hopes of being captured. They believe that will be the only way to get intel from the Earthlings.", "He is ordered to get the people of Earth to come together by way of their hatred for his people, putting them in harm's way if the Earthlings decide to attract, but they are willing to sacrifice themself for the betterment of the universe." ], [ "They plan to stop Earthlings from feeling any one subset is superior to the other.", "They plan to take over and either kill or enslave all the Earthlings.", "They plan to teach the Earthlings how to properly cultivate their land for the betterment of the universe.", "They are fulfilling a prophecy that was set forth millennia ago." ], [ "They expect him to live like a homeless person.", "The number of people who live on Earth.", "The amount of time he is to spend on Earth.", "The number of Earthlings they expect him to bring back on his return trip." ], [ "He wants them to feel sorry for the life he has had to live.", "He wants to scare them.", "He is hoping to make them angry enough to act.", "He wants them to gain a true respect for the Empire." ], [ "The narrator ends up beating Riley to the point where he blacks out, and then Riley found respect for the narrator.", "The narrator took a job promised to Riley, but that just made Riley want to become a better person.", "They are on total opposite sides of the fence when it comes to the fate of Earth.", "The narrator took Riley's girlfriend from him, but they just became closer through the experience." ], [ "He tells the narrator that he knew what his true mission was all along, he just made him endure the test because he deserved the torture the tests cause.", "The psychologist isn't a psychologist at all. He was sent by the Empire to ensure the narrator didn't talk about his mission.", "He decides that the narrator is fit for the exact same mission the Empire sent him on.", "He tells Riley that his time on Earth has contributed to the contraction of a rare disease, and though he saved others, he is going to die." ] ]

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[ [ "grew and the skin color was kept permanent by the artificial \"disease.\"\n The biotechnicians had told me that if I kept the disguise long enough,", "But the technicians had had to remodel my ears, blunting the tips and\n grafting on lobes and cutting the muscles that move them. My crest had", "and big hands were the same or nearly so. But my black crest had\n been replaced with a shock of blond hair, my ears were small and\n immobile, my skin a dull bronze, and several of Earth's languages were", "could pass for a big Earthling. And of course my face and hands and so\n on were all right, the Earthlings being a remarkably humanoid race.", "The mimicry was perfect. I hardly recognized the creature that looked\n out of the mirror. My lean, square, blunt-nosed face, gray eyes,", "So they had injected a substance akin to melanin, together with a virus\n which would manufacture it in my body, the result being a leathery", "It was reassuring to think that once my job was over, I could be\n restored to normal. It would need another series of operations and as\n much time as the original transformation, but it would be as complete\n and scarless. I'd be human again.", "The biotechnicians had been very thorough. I was already a little\n undersized, which meant that my height and build were suitable—I", "I\nwas\nEarthling! And the disguise was self-perpetuating: the hair", "He was old for an Earthling, well over sixty, with white hair and lined\n leathery face. But his blue eyes were as keen and steady, his gnarled", "I put on the clothes they had furnished me, typical Earthly\n garments—rough trousers and shirt of bleached plant fibers, jacket and", "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "The Center was busy around me. Behind me, the hospital and laboratories\n occupied a fairly small building, some eighty stories of stone and\n steel and plastic. On either side loomed the great warehouses, military", "He could. He put me through the mill in the next few\n nights—intelligence tests, psychometry, encephalography, narcosis,", "with their odd combination of slavish deference toward Valgolians and\n arrogant superiority toward mere Earthlings. They have adopted the\n habits and customs of civilization, entered the Imperial service, speak", "He nodded calmly. \"I've been expecting you. You can work here a few\n days, sleep at my house, and we'll run the tests after dark.\"", "hypnotically implanted in my brain—together with a set of habits and\n reflexes making up a pseudo-personality which should be immune to any\n tests that the rebels could think of.", "service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all\n Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these\n colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild", "the workmen looking on, and I beat him unconscious as fast as possible.\n The raw, sweating savagery of it made me feel ill inside.\nThey'd let\nthis", "to harshness, even brutality, for our militarism must impress such\n backward colonies as Earth. It goes against our grain, but it is\n necessary. At another time this might have annoyed me. I could have" ], [ "planet with a gravity half again that of Earth, I had no difficulty at\n all becoming a foreman. There was a big fellow named Mike Riley who\n thought he was entitled to the job. We settled it behind a shed, with", "The Coordinator smiled. \"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a\n lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems.", "could pass for a big Earthling. And of course my face and hands and so\n on were all right, the Earthlings being a remarkably humanoid race.", "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at\n the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture,\n as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"", "far as this solar system is concerned. Had there been any Earthlings\n around, I would have saluted to conform to the show of militarism, but", "and big hands were the same or nearly so. But my black crest had\n been replaced with a shock of blond hair, my ears were small and\n immobile, my skin a dull bronze, and several of Earth's languages were", "The Center was busy around me. Behind me, the hospital and laboratories\n occupied a fairly small building, some eighty stories of stone and\n steel and plastic. On either side loomed the great warehouses, military", "Vorka said, \"The problem of Earth is not quite that simple.\" He leaned\n back, made a bridge of his fingers, and peered across them at me. \"Do", "I put on the clothes they had furnished me, typical Earthly\n garments—rough trousers and shirt of bleached plant fibers, jacket and", "to harshness, even brutality, for our militarism must impress such\n backward colonies as Earth. It goes against our grain, but it is\n necessary. At another time this might have annoyed me. I could have", "I nodded. \"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet\n and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"", "And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets,\n we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading", "breed to be kicked around misses the whole point of Empire. If, indeed,\n Earth's millions were an inferior breed, I wouldn't have been here at", ", I thought.\nWe aren't ready to permit emigration; our\n own people must come first. But these beings can live well here. Only", "\"It came piece by piece, much of it from Epsilon Eridani itself,\" he\n smiled. \"There is, after all, no ban on humans owning such material.", "barracks, officers' apartments, civilian concessions, filled with the\n vigorous life of the starways. Behind the monstrous wall, a mile to my", "the two highest officers must be Valgolian. That had embittered me and\n I returned to Earth, foot-loose and looking for trouble.\nI found it. With officer's training and the strength due to a home", "\"You bet your obscenity life!\" I snarled. \"When they land on Earth,\n I'll get a gun somewhere and be right there in the middle of the battle\n with them!\"", "tyranny of superstition on a hundred planets. Good old Luron, our\n arch-enemy, would see the light itself some day." ], [ "Vorka said, \"The problem of Earth is not quite that simple.\" He leaned\n back, made a bridge of his fingers, and peered across them at me. \"Do", "breed to be kicked around misses the whole point of Empire. If, indeed,\n Earth's millions were an inferior breed, I wouldn't have been here at", "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "He was old for an Earthling, well over sixty, with white hair and lined\n leathery face. But his blue eyes were as keen and steady, his gnarled", "I put on the clothes they had furnished me, typical Earthly\n garments—rough trousers and shirt of bleached plant fibers, jacket and", "Free? Free for what? To loose the thousand Earthly races and creeds\n and nationalisms on each other—and on the Galaxy—to wallow in\n barbarism and slaughter and misery as before we came? To let our", "The Coordinator put his hand down flat. \"Nothing of the sort. They\nmust\nfight. And they must be defeated, again and again, if necessary,", "\"You bet your obscenity life!\" I snarled. \"When they land on Earth,\n I'll get a gun somewhere and be right there in the middle of the battle\n with them!\"", "I\nwas\nEarthling! And the disguise was self-perpetuating: the hair", "be granted to preach demonstrable falsehoods, archaic superstitions, or\n antisocial nonsense? The old \"free\" Earth was not noted for liberalism.\n\"We want to be free.\"", "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at\n the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture,\n as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"", "could pass for a big Earthling. And of course my face and hands and so\n on were all right, the Earthlings being a remarkably humanoid race.", "He waved me back into the chair. \"You'll be lucky to understand it\n by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to\n another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive.\"", "when millions of Earthlings clamored\n for work, or spent years fighting their wars, gave their youth to a\n god of battle who only clamored for more blood. And how can we have a", "spend two good years of his life working for them, and prob'ly come\n back hopheaded about the good o' the Empire.\"\nThere was a time\n, I thought,", "And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets,\n we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading", "The mimicry was perfect. I hardly recognized the creature that looked\n out of the mirror. My lean, square, blunt-nosed face, gray eyes,", "Riley came into my room one evening. His face was tight, and he plunged\n to business. \"Con, do you really mean all you've said about the Empire?\"", "to harshness, even brutality, for our militarism must impress such\n backward colonies as Earth. It goes against our grain, but it is\n necessary. At another time this might have annoyed me. I could have", "the two highest officers must be Valgolian. That had embittered me and\n I returned to Earth, foot-loose and looking for trouble.\nI found it. With officer's training and the strength due to a home" ], [ "far as this solar system is concerned. Had there been any Earthlings\n around, I would have saluted to conform to the show of militarism, but", "to harshness, even brutality, for our militarism must impress such\n backward colonies as Earth. It goes against our grain, but it is\n necessary. At another time this might have annoyed me. I could have", "Vorka said, \"The problem of Earth is not quite that simple.\" He leaned\n back, made a bridge of his fingers, and peered across them at me. \"Do", "He was old for an Earthling, well over sixty, with white hair and lined\n leathery face. But his blue eyes were as keen and steady, his gnarled", "Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be\n garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"", "with their odd combination of slavish deference toward Valgolians and\n arrogant superiority toward mere Earthlings. They have adopted the\n habits and customs of civilization, entered the Imperial service, speak", "reluctantly admire him. He's moved the headquarters of the movement\n out into space, and the man's so brilliant that we don't even know", "The Coordinator smiled. \"Well, that's just the starter, Conru. It's a\n lot more complex than that. Each planet has its own special problems.", "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "\"You bet your obscenity life!\" I snarled. \"When they land on Earth,\n I'll get a gun somewhere and be right there in the middle of the battle\n with them!\"", "could pass for a big Earthling. And of course my face and hands and so\n on were all right, the Earthlings being a remarkably humanoid race.", "breed to be kicked around misses the whole point of Empire. If, indeed,\n Earth's millions were an inferior breed, I wouldn't have been here at", "service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all\n Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these\n colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild", "they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth\n equal planetary status in the Empire.\"", "can wait a while longer.\" He riffled through the dossier. \"Actually,\n the difficulty is where to assign you. A man who knows astrogation, the", "He lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution\n even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information\n from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must\n take, Conru.\"", "I put on the clothes they had furnished me, typical Earthly\n garments—rough trousers and shirt of bleached plant fibers, jacket and", "the two highest officers must be Valgolian. That had embittered me and\n I returned to Earth, foot-loose and looking for trouble.\nI found it. With officer's training and the strength due to a home", "He waved me back into the chair. \"You'll be lucky to understand it\n by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to\n another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive.\"", "And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets,\n we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading" ], [ "ultimate aims of the Empire, but not in the way they think they are.\n They serve as another symbol of Valgolian conquest for Earth to hate.", "they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth\n equal planetary status in the Empire.\"", "\"To report on the unification of Earth. It's possible that the anarch\n movement can achieve it under Levinsohn. In that case, we'll make sure", "Earth can be immensely valuable to the Empire, but not if it has to be\n garrisoned. Its contribution must be voluntary and whole-hearted.\"", "\"You bet your obscenity life!\" I snarled. \"When they land on Earth,\n I'll get a gun somewhere and be right there in the middle of the battle\n with them!\"", "Free? Free for what? To loose the thousand Earthly races and creeds\n and nationalisms on each other—and on the Galaxy—to wallow in\n barbarism and slaughter and misery as before we came? To let our", "with their odd combination of slavish deference toward Valgolians and\n arrogant superiority toward mere Earthlings. They have adopted the\n habits and customs of civilization, entered the Imperial service, speak", "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "who come here from Valgol and kick the natives around a bit. We even\n encourage it when the spirit of rebelliousness dies down.\"", "And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets,\n we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading", "breed to be kicked around misses the whole point of Empire. If, indeed,\n Earth's millions were an inferior breed, I wouldn't have been here at", "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at\n the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture,\n as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"", "He lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution\n even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information\n from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must\n take, Conru.\"", "to harshness, even brutality, for our militarism must impress such\n backward colonies as Earth. It goes against our grain, but it is\n necessary. At another time this might have annoyed me. I could have", "He was old for an Earthling, well over sixty, with white hair and lined\n leathery face. But his blue eyes were as keen and steady, his gnarled", "could pass for a big Earthling. And of course my face and hands and so\n on were all right, the Earthlings being a remarkably humanoid race.", "service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all\n Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these\n colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild", "Vorka said, \"The problem of Earth is not quite that simple.\" He leaned\n back, made a bridge of his fingers, and peered across them at me. \"Do", "advanced Empire planets. However, I told him that I did know the idea\n was to provoke discontent and, ultimately, rebellion.", "because that's exactly what we don't want. Valgolians are Valgolians\n and Earthlings are men of Earth. Well, Terries are important to the" ], [ "He waved me back into the chair. \"You'll be lucky to understand it\n by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to\n another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive.\"", "He lifted his shoulders. \"Evolution is always painful, forced evolution\n even more so. Yes, there are great dangers, but advance information\n from you and other agents can reduce the risk. It's a chance we must\n take, Conru.\"", "\"Yeah.\" Riley puffed a cigaret for a while. Then he said, \"Look, I\n can't tell you much. I'm taking a chance just telling you this. It", "Riley came into my room one evening. His face was tight, and he plunged\n to business. \"Con, do you really mean all you've said about the Empire?\"", "The Coordinator shrugged. \"Well, if you can carry this business\n off—fine. If you fail, you may die quite unpleasantly. That's their", "\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was\n pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads", "long it would take, wondering how much time was left. If the Legion\n was at all interested, they would be checking my background right now.\n Let them. There wouldn't be much to check, but what there was had been", "Coordinator Vorka smiled. \"I'm afraid I can't tell you much more\n than you must already have guessed,\" he said. \"The anarch movement", "I said yes, I knew, but could he please get down to business. You\n couldn't blame me for being a bit anxious to begin. Disguised as I was", "side, what could I do? I said, \"I know that, sir. I also know I was\n picked for a dangerous job because you thought I could fill the role.", "\"Just my job.\" He smiled, relaxing, and pulled a flask from his\n overcoat. \"Okay, Con, that's that. We'd better not go out to drink,", "\"We'll be free. Not too long to wait, either—\"\nThat's up to nobody else but you!\nI couldn't get much specific information, but then I hadn't expected", "I knew all that, of course, but I merely nodded. Coordinator Vorka was\n a wonderful man in his field, and if he tended to be on the garrulous", "He nodded calmly. \"I've been expecting you. You can work here a few\n days, sleep at my house, and we'll run the tests after dark.\"", "He was old for an Earthling, well over sixty, with white hair and lined\n leathery face. But his blue eyes were as keen and steady, his gnarled", "In the end he said, still calmly, \"This is amazing. You have an\n IQ well over the borderline of genius, an astonishing variety of", "The sleeves of his tunic rolled up, the heat of North America beading\n his forehead with sweat, the big man looked up at me. \"Ah, yes. I'm", "\"I can't tell you a thing. But if you really want to join, memorize\n this.\" Riley gave me a small card on which was written a name and", "\"I won't.\"\n\n\n His eyes were bleak. \"You damn well better not. If you're caught at\n that—\"\n\n\n He drew a finger sharply across his throat.", "can wait a while longer.\" He riffled through the dossier. \"Actually,\n the difficulty is where to assign you. A man who knows astrogation, the" ], [ "Earthling, and though he complained much about the Valgolian tyranny he\n looked well-fed, healthy, secure. I thought of the wars which had been\n laying the planet waste, the social ruin and economic collapse which", "could pass for a big Earthling. And of course my face and hands and so\n on were all right, the Earthlings being a remarkably humanoid race.", "He was old for an Earthling, well over sixty, with white hair and lined\n leathery face. But his blue eyes were as keen and steady, his gnarled", "to harshness, even brutality, for our militarism must impress such\n backward colonies as Earth. It goes against our grain, but it is\n necessary. At another time this might have annoyed me. I could have", "breed to be kicked around misses the whole point of Empire. If, indeed,\n Earth's millions were an inferior breed, I wouldn't have been here at", "could mean my life if you passed it on to the Eridanians.\"", "backward peoples to unite and advance. Perhaps Luron, as a social\n entity, grew wiser each time. Certainly the primitive colonials did.\n Luron had started a chain reaction which threatened to overthrow the", "Free? Free for what? To loose the thousand Earthly races and creeds\n and nationalisms on each other—and on the Galaxy—to wallow in\n barbarism and slaughter and misery as before we came? To let our", "service and prepare for more specialized work. Yes, treating all\n Earthlings alike is the solution. We put restrictions on these\n colonials; they can't hold top jobs, and so on. And we encourage wild", "spend two good years of his life working for them, and prob'ly come\n back hopheaded about the good o' the Empire.\"\nThere was a time\n, I thought,", "Vorka said, \"The problem of Earth is not quite that simple.\" He leaned\n back, made a bridge of his fingers, and peered across them at me. \"Do", "\"You bet your obscenity life!\" I snarled. \"When they land on Earth,\n I'll get a gun somewhere and be right there in the middle of the battle\n with them!\"", "I nodded. \"We learned the hard way. The old Valgol was a poor planet\n and we had to unite to conquer space or we could not have survived.\"", "with their odd combination of slavish deference toward Valgolians and\n arrogant superiority toward mere Earthlings. They have adopted the\n habits and customs of civilization, entered the Imperial service, speak", "the two highest officers must be Valgolian. That had embittered me and\n I returned to Earth, foot-loose and looking for trouble.\nI found it. With officer's training and the strength due to a home", "they win, or think they win, and will gladly sign a treaty giving Earth\n equal planetary status in the Empire.\"", "And each time Luron swooped down on one of the more primitive planets,\n we let them, for Luron would serve as well as ourselves in goading", "I put on the clothes they had furnished me, typical Earthly\n garments—rough trousers and shirt of bleached plant fibers, jacket and", "I made my way to Nat Hawkins' store and asked for work like any\n drifter. But when we were alone in the back room, I told him, \"I'm", "\"Certainly. Earth is a rich planet, Conru, and a fairly crowded one at\n the same time. Bickering is inevitable. It's a part of their culture,\n as much as cooperation has been a part of ours.\"" ], [ "Riley nodded. Through the haze of smoke I saw that his eyes were\n narrowed. He wasn't drunk when he didn't want to be, and at times like", "\"Yeah.\" Riley puffed a cigaret for a while. Then he said, \"Look, I\n can't tell you much. I'm taking a chance just telling you this. It", "Riley came into my room one evening. His face was tight, and he plunged\n to business. \"Con, do you really mean all you've said about the Empire?\"", "this\nloose among the stars\n!\nAfter that I was one of the boys and Riley was my best friend. We went", "Riley often proposed that we find an Eridanian and beat him to death,\n and I would agree, hiccupping, because I knew they didn't go alone", "\"I can't tell you a thing. But if you really want to join, memorize\n this.\" Riley gave me a small card on which was written a name and", "hands as strong and sure as those of any young man. He spoke softly\n and steadily, around the pipe which rarely left his mouth, and there\n was a serenity in him which I could hardly associate with anarch", "That was a very logical statement, but sometimes logic has a way of\n making you laugh, and I was laughing now. Luron considered itself our", "I made my way to Nat Hawkins' store and asked for work like any\n drifter. But when we were alone in the back room, I told him, \"I'm", "the workmen looking on, and I beat him unconscious as fast as possible.\n The raw, sweating savagery of it made me feel ill inside.\nThey'd let\nthis", "\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was\n pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads", "spend two good years of his life working for them, and prob'ly come\n back hopheaded about the good o' the Empire.\"\nThere was a time\n, I thought,", "In the end he said, still calmly, \"This is amazing. You have an\n IQ well over the borderline of genius, an astonishing variety of", "The mimicry was perfect. I hardly recognized the creature that looked\n out of the mirror. My lean, square, blunt-nosed face, gray eyes,", "\"Irritating, wasn't it, Conru? Humiliating. Of course, these lads\n will be reconditioned to civilization when they finish their military", "\"Ideally, that would be the situation, Conru. Only it doesn't work\n that way.\" He took out a soft cloth and wiped his forehead. \"Even the", "I smiled a bit sheepishly and told him to go ahead.\n\n\n \"We have some influence in the underground movement, as you might\n logically expect. The leader is a man we worked very hard to have\n elected.\"", "He waved me back into the chair. \"You'll be lucky to understand it\n by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to\n another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive.\"", "planet with a gravity half again that of Earth, I had no difficulty at\n all becoming a foreman. There was a big fellow named Mike Riley who\n thought he was entitled to the job. We settled it behind a shed, with", "\"Just my job.\" He smiled, relaxing, and pulled a flask from his\n overcoat. \"Okay, Con, that's that. We'd better not go out to drink," ], [ "He could. He put me through the mill in the next few\n nights—intelligence tests, psychometry, encephalography, narcosis,", "fanaticism. But the first night he led me into his cellar, and through\n a well-hidden trapdoor to a room below, and there he had a complete\n psychological laboratory.", "psycho-probing, everything his machines and his skill could cover. He\n did not find out anything we hadn't meant to be found out. The Service", "In the end he said, still calmly, \"This is amazing. You have an\n IQ well over the borderline of genius, an astonishing variety of", "That was a very logical statement, but sometimes logic has a way of\n making you laugh, and I was laughing now. Luron considered itself our", "\"But you—\"\n\n\n \"I took a degree in psychiatry once. I can handle this.\"", "He nodded calmly. \"I've been expecting you. You can work here a few\n days, sleep at my house, and we'll run the tests after dark.\"", "I knew all that, of course, but I merely nodded. Coordinator Vorka was\n a wonderful man in his field, and if he tended to be on the garrulous", "The mimicry was perfect. I hardly recognized the creature that looked\n out of the mirror. My lean, square, blunt-nosed face, gray eyes,", "He waved me back into the chair. \"You'll be lucky to understand it\n by the time you're finished with this assignment and transferred to\n another ... that is, if you come out of this one alive.\"", "\"Exactly!\" The Coordinator seemed pleased, but, actually, this was\n pretty elementary stuff. \"We're never too rough on the eager lads", "hypnotically implanted in my brain—together with a set of habits and\n reflexes making up a pseudo-personality which should be immune to any\n tests that the rebels could think of.", "was highly efficient. In those months I spent wandering and waiting,\n its activities mounted almost daily.\nThe illegal radio carried unending programs, propaganda, fabricated", "\"Ideally, that would be the situation, Conru. Only it doesn't work\n that way.\" He took out a soft cloth and wiped his forehead. \"Even the", "Riley nodded. Through the haze of smoke I saw that his eyes were\n narrowed. He wasn't drunk when he didn't want to be, and at times like", "About twenty-five per cent of the population, in North America at\n least—it was higher in the Orient and Africa—was satisfied with the", "The biotechnicians had been very thorough. I was already a little\n undersized, which meant that my height and build were suitable—I", "the workmen looking on, and I beat him unconscious as fast as possible.\n The raw, sweating savagery of it made me feel ill inside.\nThey'd let\nthis", "I inhaled gratefully and relaxed. The Coordinator picked up a sheaf of\n papers on his desk and leafed through them. \"Umm-mm, only fifty-two", "hands as strong and sure as those of any young man. He spoke softly\n and steadily, around the pipe which rarely left his mouth, and there\n was a serenity in him which I could hardly associate with anarch" ] ]

[ "How does Alen end up as the head servant to the Duke and Duchess?", "Almost as soon as Alan arrives on the planet, in the area, what happens to him that \"adds insult to injury.\"", "How does Alen end up on that planet?", "What hope did Alen luck on to as the story opens?", "Why are the people on this planet so afraid of the two \"visitors?\"", "How do the people on this planet determine if someone is a demon?", "What happens to Alen if the Dutchess decides that she doesn't want him around anymore?", "Why is Alen afraid for the Dutchess to speak during breakfast as the men are discussing the \"visitors?\"", "Why does Alan hate the perfume that the Dutchess wears?", "Out of all of his wife's children, how many of them are Alen's?" ]

[ [ "He inherited the job when his father died. It is a position passed on through the generations.", "His wife spends too much money, so he had to get a better job in order to be able to support her spending habits in addition to her multiple children by different men.", "The Dutches is attracted to him, and basically wants to use him as her \"pleasure servant.\"", "He applied and was most qualified for the job." ], [ "He makes enemies with the Dutchess's dog, thus making his life more difficult.", "He is forced into slavery.", "He plans his escape.", "He meets and marries his wife." ], [ "He went to visit and never felt the need to return to Earth.", "He is sent as a spy from Earth.", "He was sent to fulfill an arrangement between his family and his wife's family.", "He crash-landed." ], [ "He lucked on to find out about the downed spaceship, now he has hope he can once again return home.", "He lucked on to some free time to spend with his wife, and his wife is his only hope for happiness.", "He lucked onto not being bitten by the dog because the dog bites him regularly, and he started to that day, as well, but was stopped.", "He lucked on to his position with the Duke and Duchess, and that gave him hope for a secure future." ], [ "They are simply afraid of the unknown surrounding the visitors.", "They are not afraid of them at all. In fact, they are excited that they are there because they believe they will fulfill the prophecy. ", "They are afraid they carry disease.", "They are afraid of an ancient prophecy that says someone will claim to be there for one reason, and then destroy them." ], [ "They hold them for two years, and if they don't change into demon form in that time, then they are not demons.", "They torture them until the demon shows itself.", "They keep them under distant surveillance to see if they reveal themselves in private.", "They put them through a battery of psychological exams, and those exams will identify whether or not they are demons." ], [ "He will be put back into the slave pool.", "He will be put to death under the guise that he was trying to have an affair with the Dutchess.", "He will lose his job, and he will become homeless.", "His wife and family will pay the price by losing their lives." ], [ "He is afraid she will change the subject, and on Wednesdays, the woman gets to chose the topic.", "He is afraid she will change the subject, and at breakfast, the woman gets to chose the topic.", "He is afraid that she is going to disclose that he is plan to escape, as he confided in her the previous night.", "He is afraid that she is going to reveal their affair." ], [ "She wears too much of it, and it mixes with her body odor.", "She only wears it when she wants to have sex with him, so he associates it with how bad he feels when he is forced to cheat on his wife.", "It reminds him of his wife.", "His mother wore the same scent." ], [ "0", "3", "2", "1" ] ]

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[ [ "Hope came to him a month after he'd been made foreman of the kitchen\n slaves of the Duke of Tropat. It came to him as he was standing behind\n the Duchess during a meal and directing those who were waiting upon her.", "Alzo was the Duchess's watchdog, a mastiff-like monster with shaggy\n red-gold hair. The dog hated Green with a vindictiveness that Green", "her in the palace. There she gave birth to his two sons, now ten and\n eleven, who would soon be taken away from her and raised in the Duke's\n household as free and petted servants.", "It was the Duchess Zuni who had not so subtly maneuvered him from the\n labor pens to his coveted, if dangerous, position. Why dangerous?", "a wheelwright. When she was five years old they had died in a plague.\n She had been transferred to the Pens and raised by her aunt. When she\n was fifteen her beauty had attracted the Duke and he had installed", "Then, in accordance with the custom, she had been recommended by the\n Duke to a visiting prince; the prince had overstayed his leave from", "The Duke had married the present Duchess several years after his\n liaison with Amra began and her jealousy had forced him to get rid of", "Presto, changeo! He was. And he'd put in six months in a quarry and a\n year as a dock worker. Then the Duchess had chanced to see him on the", "The Duke sat at the other end of the table. He ignored the by-play,\n just as he ignored the so-called secret passage inside the walls of the", "castle, which Green used to get to the Duchess's apartments. Custom\n demanded this, just as custom demanded that he should play the outraged\n husband if she got tired of Green or angry at him and accused him", "publicly of amorous advances. This was enough to make Green jittery,\n but he had more than the Duke to consider. There was Alzo.", "So he grinned sheepishly and again preceded the Duchess, while the\n others followed her out. When they reached the bottom of the broad", "He bowed good-by to the Duke and Duchess, then followed the violet\n turban and yellow robes of Miran through the courtyard, through the", "his native country because he hated to part with her, and the Duke had\n wanted to give her as a present. But here he'd overstepped his legal", "Besides, every time he suggested to the Duke a new and much more\n efficient method of doing something he ran dead into the brick wall of", "Duke, her daughter by a visiting prince, her son by the captain of a\n Northerner ship, her daughter by a temple sculptor. Her rise and fall\n and slow rise again was told in the children around her; the tableau", "Duchess would have been outraged if he had lowered their prestige by\n walking through the city's streets. His vehicle made good time, too,\n because everybody recognized his livery: the scarlet and white tricorn", "Green hailed a passing rickshaw and seated himself comfortably in it.\n As assistant majordomo he had plenty of money. Moreover, the Duke and", "touch him while he knelt beneath the thrice-blessed wood. The Duke\n swallowed a whole glass of wine, apparently to calm his nerves, and\n belched.", "by. Kiss the children! What's the matter, are you getting tired of me?\n You told me you only accepted the Duchess's offer because it meant" ], [ "\"traveling islands,\" the rascally Captain, and various flora and fauna\n peculiar to this planet—all of which, it now seemed, regarded Alan\n with unnerving malevolence.", "1\nFor two years Alan Green had lived without hope. From the day the\n spaceship had crashed on this unknown planet he had resigned himself\n to the destiny created for him by accident and mathematics. Chances", "against another ship landing within the next hundred years were a\n million to one. Therefore it would do no good to sit around waiting\n for rescue. Much as he loathed the idea, he must live the rest of his", "shells. The capsule had got him down to the surface of this planet and\n was, as far as he knew, still up in the hills where he'd left it. After", "life here, and he must squeeze as much blood as he could out of this\n planet-sized turnip. There wasn't much to squeeze. In fact, it seemed", "After all, these things were understood on this backward, violent\n planet, and a man could manage, provided he was alert twenty-four hours\n a day.", "So when he heard of two other downed spacemen, he hitched a ride with\n a piratical merchant-captain on a windroller destined to carry him to", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "could only account for by supposing that the animal knew, perhaps from\n his body-odor, that he was not a native of this planet. Alzo rumbled", "\"Alan! Alan!\"", "How long, O Lord, how long? The situation was intolerable; even if he'd\n not heard of the spaceship he would have plotted to escape. Better a", "\"Dear,\" said Zuni, interrupting the Duke in the midst of his\n conversation with a merchant-captain, \"what is this I hear about two\n men who have fallen from the sky in a great ship of iron?\"", "like kicking every single human being on this planet. It was hard to\n remember that he must exercise compassion and understanding for them,\n and that his own remote ancestors had once been just as nauseatingly", "of his six-foot-two and hundred ninety pounds. But he rose red-faced\n because of the loud laughter and from repressed anger at Alzo, who had", "\"ALAN, YOU BIG BLOND NO-GOOD HUNK OF MAN, STOP!\"", "the spaceship and thence to the peaceful green hills of Earth. But\n he had reckoned without the vagaries of the windroller, pirates, the", "would be the end of Green. And whereas up to now there had been many\n times when he would not particularly have cared if he left this planet\n via the death route, he could not now make a false move. Not when", "the walls had been torn down and new houses built in the old Duke's\n time. The closest Earthly parallel Green could think of for these\n edifices was a housing project. Small cottages, all exactly alike, set", "so to speak, and severely lacerated his calf. As if that weren't bad\n enough, Green had to worry that the natives might notice that his scars", "For the thousandth time Green wondered at this strange planet where\n the only large animals were men, dogs, grass cats, a small deer and" ], [ "So when he heard of two other downed spacemen, he hitched a ride with\n a piratical merchant-captain on a windroller destined to carry him to", "1\nFor two years Alan Green had lived without hope. From the day the\n spaceship had crashed on this unknown planet he had resigned himself\n to the destiny created for him by accident and mathematics. Chances", "against another ship landing within the next hundred years were a\n million to one. Therefore it would do no good to sit around waiting\n for rescue. Much as he loathed the idea, he must live the rest of his", "could only account for by supposing that the animal knew, perhaps from\n his body-odor, that he was not a native of this planet. Alzo rumbled", "of how to pilot or navigate a spaceship. He'd been a passenger on a\n freighter when it had unaccountably blown up, and he'd been forced to\n leave the dying vessel in one of those automatic castaway emergency", "How long, O Lord, how long? The situation was intolerable; even if he'd\n not heard of the spaceship he would have plotted to escape. Better a", "\"traveling islands,\" the rascally Captain, and various flora and fauna\n peculiar to this planet—all of which, it now seemed, regarded Alan\n with unnerving malevolence.", "would be the end of Green. And whereas up to now there had been many\n times when he would not particularly have cared if he left this planet\n via the death route, he could not now make a false move. Not when", "After all, these things were understood on this backward, violent\n planet, and a man could manage, provided he was alert twenty-four hours\n a day.", "shells. The capsule had got him down to the surface of this planet and\n was, as far as he knew, still up in the hills where he'd left it. After", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "the spaceship and thence to the peaceful green hills of Earth. But\n he had reckoned without the vagaries of the windroller, pirates, the", "life here, and he must squeeze as much blood as he could out of this\n planet-sized turnip. There wasn't much to squeeze. In fact, it seemed", "\"Men? Demons, rather! Can men fly in an iron ship through the air?\n These two claimed to have come from the stars, and you know what that", "to Estorya and to the demons' iron vessel, which was obviously a\n spaceship. This was his only chance. Soon the rainy season would start\n and there would be no vessels leaving for at least three months.", "Green finally released his breath in a sigh of relief. How glad he\n was that he had never told these people his true origin! So far as\n they knew he was merely one of the many slaves who came from a distant\n country in the North.", "It was the Duchess Zuni who had not so subtly maneuvered him from the\n labor pens to his coveted, if dangerous, position. Why dangerous?", "the walls had been torn down and new houses built in the old Duke's\n time. The closest Earthly parallel Green could think of for these\n edifices was a housing project. Small cottages, all exactly alike, set", "\"Alan! Alan!\"", "\"Dear,\" said Zuni, interrupting the Duke in the midst of his\n conversation with a merchant-captain, \"what is this I hear about two\n men who have fallen from the sky in a great ship of iron?\"" ], [ "1\nFor two years Alan Green had lived without hope. From the day the\n spaceship had crashed on this unknown planet he had resigned himself\n to the destiny created for him by accident and mathematics. Chances", "Now, suddenly, he had hope.", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "After all, these things were understood on this backward, violent\n planet, and a man could manage, provided he was alert twenty-four hours\n a day.", "Hope came to him a month after he'd been made foreman of the kitchen\n slaves of the Duke of Tropat. It came to him as he was standing behind\n the Duchess during a meal and directing those who were waiting upon her.", "against another ship landing within the next hundred years were a\n million to one. Therefore it would do no good to sit around waiting\n for rescue. Much as he loathed the idea, he must live the rest of his", "He could, of course, just walk away and hope to get to Estorya on foot.\n Thousands of miles through countless perils, and he had only a general\n idea of where the city was ... no, Miran was his only hope.", "Green, always curious, wished that he had time and means to explore.\n But he didn't. He might as well resign himself to keeping a whole skin\n and to getting out of this mess as fast as he could.", "\"It took me a month to get back from Estorya, and that is very good\n time indeed, but then I am noted for my good luck, though I prefer to", "of his six-foot-two and hundred ninety pounds. But he rose red-faced\n because of the loud laughter and from repressed anger at Alzo, who had", "Green finally released his breath in a sigh of relief. How glad he\n was that he had never told these people his true origin! So far as\n they knew he was merely one of the many slaves who came from a distant\n country in the North.", "The street led always downward, for the city had been built on the\n foothills of the mountains. It wandered here and there and gave Green\n plenty of time to think.", "So when he heard of two other downed spacemen, he hitched a ride with\n a piratical merchant-captain on a windroller destined to carry him to", "How long, O Lord, how long? The situation was intolerable; even if he'd\n not heard of the spaceship he would have plotted to escape. Better a", "The trouble was, he thought, that if the two imprisoned men at Estorya\n were to die before he got to them he'd still be lost. He had no idea", "And worst of all, Amra was determined that he should be a hero. Amra\n won.\n1", "would be the end of Green. And whereas up to now there had been many\n times when he would not particularly have cared if he left this planet\n via the death route, he could not now make a false move. Not when", "There were times when Green felt proud because she had picked him as\n her mate, chosen him when he was a newly imported slave who could say", "\"Diamonds, emeralds, rubies!\" cried Miran, kissing his hand and rolling\n his eye ecstatically. \"I tell you, the Estoryans are rich beyond our", "to Estorya and to the demons' iron vessel, which was obviously a\n spaceship. This was his only chance. Soon the rainy season would start\n and there would be no vessels leaving for at least three months." ], [ "\"Men? Demons, rather! Can men fly in an iron ship through the air?\n These two claimed to have come from the stars, and you know what that", "\"Dear,\" said Zuni, interrupting the Duke in the midst of his\n conversation with a merchant-captain, \"what is this I hear about two\n men who have fallen from the sky in a great ship of iron?\"", "could only account for by supposing that the animal knew, perhaps from\n his body-odor, that he was not a native of this planet. Alzo rumbled", "After all, these things were understood on this backward, violent\n planet, and a man could manage, provided he was alert twenty-four hours\n a day.", "\"traveling islands,\" the rascally Captain, and various flora and fauna\n peculiar to this planet—all of which, it now seemed, regarded Alan\n with unnerving malevolence.", "1\nFor two years Alan Green had lived without hope. From the day the\n spaceship had crashed on this unknown planet he had resigned himself\n to the destiny created for him by accident and mathematics. Chances", "against another ship landing within the next hundred years were a\n million to one. Therefore it would do no good to sit around waiting\n for rescue. Much as he loathed the idea, he must live the rest of his", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "For the thousandth time Green wondered at this strange planet where\n the only large animals were men, dogs, grass cats, a small deer and", "They hate us Tropatians because we worship Zaxropatr, Male of Males,\n and because they must depend on us to bring them fish. But they aren't", "claimed they couldn't. When King Raussmig's soldiers tried to capture\n them they brought from the folds of their strange clothes two pistols\n that only had to be pointed to send silent and awesome and sure death.", "like kicking every single human being on this planet. It was hard to\n remember that he must exercise compassion and understanding for them,\n and that his own remote ancestors had once been just as nauseatingly", "So when he heard of two other downed spacemen, he hitched a ride with\n a piratical merchant-captain on a windroller destined to carry him to", "Green finally released his breath in a sigh of relief. How glad he\n was that he had never told these people his true origin! So far as\n they knew he was merely one of the many slaves who came from a distant\n country in the North.", "the walls had been torn down and new houses built in the old Duke's\n time. The closest Earthly parallel Green could think of for these\n edifices was a housing project. Small cottages, all exactly alike, set", "to Estorya and to the demons' iron vessel, which was obviously a\n spaceship. This was his only chance. Soon the rainy season would start\n and there would be no vessels leaving for at least three months.", "would be the end of Green. And whereas up to now there had been many\n times when he would not particularly have cared if he left this planet\n via the death route, he could not now make a false move. Not when", "life here, and he must squeeze as much blood as he could out of this\n planet-sized turnip. There wasn't much to squeeze. In fact, it seemed", "shells. The capsule had got him down to the surface of this planet and\n was, as far as he knew, still up in the hills where he'd left it. After", "How long, O Lord, how long? The situation was intolerable; even if he'd\n not heard of the spaceship he would have plotted to escape. Better a" ], [ "\"Men? Demons, rather! Can men fly in an iron ship through the air?\n These two claimed to have come from the stars, and you know what that", "all suspected demons should be kept in prison for two years. Everybody\n knows that a devil can't keep his human disguise more than two years.", "means. Remember Oixrotl's prophecy:\nA demon will come, claiming\n to be an angel\n. No doubt about these two! Just to show you their", "subtlety, they claim to be neither demon nor angels, but men! Now,\n there's devilish clever thinking. Confusing to anybody but the most", "of Grass Cats from which no man or demon has yet escaped. And there\n they will be until the Festival of the Sun's Eye. Then they will be\n burnt....\"", "At the end of that time he reverts to his natural flesh and form, a\n hideous sight to behold, blasphemous, repulsive, soul-shaking.\"", "and the fleas living thereoff, and cursed all those who were\n possessed by even the tiniest demon. The Duke, growing impatient at", "like kicking every single human being on this planet. It was hard to\n remember that he must exercise compassion and understanding for them,\n and that his own remote ancestors had once been just as nauseatingly", "could only account for by supposing that the animal knew, perhaps from\n his body-odor, that he was not a native of this planet. Alzo rumbled", "After all, these things were understood on this backward, violent\n planet, and a man could manage, provided he was alert twenty-four hours\n a day.", "Everywhere men dropped dead. Panic overtook many, but there were brave\n soldiers who kept on charging, and eventually the magical instruments\n became exhausted. The demons were overpowered and put into the Tower", "to Estorya and to the demons' iron vessel, which was obviously a\n spaceship. This was his only chance. Soon the rainy season would start\n and there would be no vessels leaving for at least three months.", "\"These two demons were very tall, like your slave Green, here,\" said\n Miran, \"and they could not speak a word of Estoryan. Or at least they", "Miran rolled his one good eye so that only the white showed and made\n the sign to ward off evil, the index finger held rigidly out from a", "\"Dear,\" said Zuni, interrupting the Duke in the midst of his\n conversation with a merchant-captain, \"what is this I hear about two\n men who have fallen from the sky in a great ship of iron?\"", "\"traveling islands,\" the rascally Captain, and various flora and fauna\n peculiar to this planet—all of which, it now seemed, regarded Alan\n with unnerving malevolence.", "\"I intend to be back in Estorya by the time of the festival,\" said\n Miran. \"I've never seen the Eye of the Sun burn demons before. It's a", "Miran glanced at his clansmen, standing there patiently, apparently\n oblivious of what was going on. He had power of life and death over", "moment the Earthman resolved that, come the headsman's ax, rack, wheel,\n or other hellish tortures, he was going to kill that hound. It was just", "For the thousandth time Green wondered at this strange planet where\n the only large animals were men, dogs, grass cats, a small deer and" ], [ "Alzo was the Duchess's watchdog, a mastiff-like monster with shaggy\n red-gold hair. The dog hated Green with a vindictiveness that Green", "publicly of amorous advances. This was enough to make Green jittery,\n but he had more than the Duke to consider. There was Alzo.", "The Duke had married the present Duchess several years after his\n liaison with Amra began and her jealousy had forced him to get rid of", "castle, which Green used to get to the Duchess's apartments. Custom\n demanded this, just as custom demanded that he should play the outraged\n husband if she got tired of Green or angry at him and accused him", "was shrewd, shrewd, and he would not want to offend the Duchess by\n helping her official gigolo escape. Not, that is, unless Green could", "her in the palace. There she gave birth to his two sons, now ten and\n eleven, who would soon be taken away from her and raised in the Duke's\n household as free and petted servants.", "his native country because he hated to part with her, and the Duke had\n wanted to give her as a present. But here he'd overstepped his legal", "Then, in accordance with the custom, she had been recommended by the\n Duke to a visiting prince; the prince had overstayed his leave from", "It was the Duchess Zuni who had not so subtly maneuvered him from the\n labor pens to his coveted, if dangerous, position. Why dangerous?", "Amra. Back to the Pens she had gone; perhaps the Duke had not been\n too sad to see her go, for living with her was like living with a\n hurricane, and he liked peace and quiet too well.", "The Duke sat at the other end of the table. He ignored the by-play,\n just as he ignored the so-called secret passage inside the walls of the", "by. Kiss the children! What's the matter, are you getting tired of me?\n You told me you only accepted the Duchess's offer because it meant", "Besides, every time he suggested to the Duke a new and much more\n efficient method of doing something he ran dead into the brick wall of", "Duchess would have been outraged if he had lowered their prestige by\n walking through the city's streets. His vehicle made good time, too,\n because everybody recognized his livery: the scarlet and white tricorn", "a warning deep in his chest every time Green bent over the Duchess or\n made a too-sudden movement. Occasionally he rose to his four feet and", "demanded much from him. They were even more tyrannical than the\n Duchess, if that were possible.", "So he grinned sheepishly and again preceded the Duchess, while the\n others followed her out. When they reached the bottom of the broad", "refused to leave. By now she had purchased several businesses—slaves\n were allowed to hold property and even have slaves of their own—and\n she knew that her two boys by the Duke would be valuable later on, when", "Presto, changeo! He was. And he'd put in six months in a quarry and a\n year as a dock worker. Then the Duchess had chanced to see him on the", "a wheelwright. When she was five years old they had died in a plague.\n She had been transferred to the Pens and raised by her aunt. When she\n was fifteen her beauty had attracted the Duke and he had installed" ], [ "be nothing that anybody could do about it, because the custom was that\n the woman of the house regulated the subject of talk during breakfast.\n If only this had been lunch or dinner! Then the men would theoretically", "publicly of amorous advances. This was enough to make Green jittery,\n but he had more than the Duke to consider. There was Alzo.", "Alzo was the Duchess's watchdog, a mastiff-like monster with shaggy\n red-gold hair. The dog hated Green with a vindictiveness that Green", "That fateful morning he was standing behind her as she sat at one end\n of the long breakfast table. In one hand he held his foreman's wand,", "\"Dear,\" said Zuni, interrupting the Duke in the midst of his\n conversation with a merchant-captain, \"what is this I hear about two\n men who have fallen from the sky in a great ship of iron?\"", "a warning deep in his chest every time Green bent over the Duchess or\n made a too-sudden movement. Occasionally he rose to his four feet and", "Hope came to him a month after he'd been made foreman of the kitchen\n slaves of the Duke of Tropat. It came to him as he was standing behind\n the Duchess during a meal and directing those who were waiting upon her.", "So he grinned sheepishly and again preceded the Duchess, while the\n others followed her out. When they reached the bottom of the broad", "castle, which Green used to get to the Duchess's apartments. Custom\n demanded this, just as custom demanded that he should play the outraged\n husband if she got tired of Green or angry at him and accused him", "by. Kiss the children! What's the matter, are you getting tired of me?\n You told me you only accepted the Duchess's offer because it meant", "Green quivered, and he held his breath as he waited for the Duke's\n reply.", "The Duke sat at the other end of the table. He ignored the by-play,\n just as he ignored the so-called secret passage inside the walls of the", "Duchess would have been outraged if he had lowered their prestige by\n walking through the city's streets. His vehicle made good time, too,\n because everybody recognized his livery: the scarlet and white tricorn", "Then, in accordance with the custom, she had been recommended by the\n Duke to a visiting prince; the prince had overstayed his leave from", "touch him while he knelt beneath the thrice-blessed wood. The Duke\n swallowed a whole glass of wine, apparently to calm his nerves, and\n belched.", "of his six-foot-two and hundred ninety pounds. But he rose red-faced\n because of the loud laughter and from repressed anger at Alzo, who had", "was shrewd, shrewd, and he would not want to offend the Duchess by\n helping her official gigolo escape. Not, that is, unless Green could", "her in the palace. There she gave birth to his two sons, now ten and\n eleven, who would soon be taken away from her and raised in the Duke's\n household as free and petted servants.", "tapping impatiently. Inwardly he groaned, because he knew she would\n divert the conversation to something more interesting to her, to her\n clothes and the state of her stomach and/or complexion. And there would", "It was the Duchess Zuni who had not so subtly maneuvered him from the\n labor pens to his coveted, if dangerous, position. Why dangerous?" ], [ "Alzo was the Duchess's watchdog, a mastiff-like monster with shaggy\n red-gold hair. The dog hated Green with a vindictiveness that Green", "expensive perfume, brought back by Miran from his voyages and given to\n her as a token of the merchant's esteem. Used in small quantities it\n would have been quite effective to express feminine daintiness and to", "She looked so beautiful, he thought. And stank so terribly. At least\n she had at first. Now she looked less beautiful because he knew how", "wear a nose-ring. When he kissed the Duchess he was always annoyed\n by hers. She refused to take it off when with him because that would", "\"Please bring me some more of this perfume,\" said the Duchess, \"and I\n just love the diamond necklace you gave me.\"", "his native country because he hated to part with her, and the Duke had\n wanted to give her as a present. But here he'd overstepped his legal", "Even as he stood there Zuni's powerful perfume rose and clung in heavy\n festoons about him and slithered down his nostrils. It was a rare and", "castle, which Green used to get to the Duchess's apartments. Custom\n demanded this, just as custom demanded that he should play the outraged\n husband if she got tired of Green or angry at him and accused him", "a warning deep in his chest every time Green bent over the Duchess or\n made a too-sudden movement. Occasionally he rose to his four feet and", "The Duke had married the present Duchess several years after his\n liaison with Amra began and her jealousy had forced him to get rid of", "Duchess would have been outraged if he had lowered their prestige by\n walking through the city's streets. His vehicle made good time, too,\n because everybody recognized his livery: the scarlet and white tricorn", "and the fleas living thereoff, and cursed all those who were\n possessed by even the tiniest demon. The Duke, growing impatient at", "Besides, every time he suggested to the Duke a new and much more\n efficient method of doing something he ran dead into the brick wall of", "demanded much from him. They were even more tyrannical than the\n Duchess, if that were possible.", "And as a matter of fact, Alan was only normally apprehensive of his\n Junoesque, tempestuous (but altogether lovable) wife Amra. Delightful,", "by. Kiss the children! What's the matter, are you getting tired of me?\n You told me you only accepted the Duchess's offer because it meant", "tapping impatiently. Inwardly he groaned, because he knew she would\n divert the conversation to something more interesting to her, to her\n clothes and the state of her stomach and/or complexion. And there would", "The Duke, a short, dark many-chinned man with white hair and very thick\n bristly salt-and-pepper eyebrows, frowned.", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "\"ALAN, YOU BIG BLOND NO-GOOD HUNK OF MAN, STOP!\"" ], [ "Amra and was familiar with her relations with Green. She held their\n one-year-old daughter in her arms, cradled against her magnificent\n bosom. Behind her stood her other five children, her two sons by the", "And as a matter of fact, Alan was only normally apprehensive of his\n Junoesque, tempestuous (but altogether lovable) wife Amra. Delightful,", "house in the pens, and there he had to stay awake and attend to all\n his familial duties. And Amra, his slave-wife, and her six children", "Duke, her daughter by a visiting prince, her son by the captain of a\n Northerner ship, her daughter by a temple sculptor. Her rise and fall\n and slow rise again was told in the children around her; the tableau", "of his six-foot-two and hundred ninety pounds. But he rose red-faced\n because of the loud laughter and from repressed anger at Alzo, who had", "her in the palace. There she gave birth to his two sons, now ten and\n eleven, who would soon be taken away from her and raised in the Duke's\n household as free and petted servants.", "Alan Green was not exactly a hero. In fact he liked peace just as\n well as the next man. Not that he was really afraid of that crazy,", "The Duke had married the present Duchess several years after his\n liaison with Amra began and her jealousy had forced him to get rid of", "demanding Amra—and her five uproarious kids. The trouble was, he was\n tired. And homesick.", "\"Alan! Alan!\"", "by. Kiss the children! What's the matter, are you getting tired of me?\n You told me you only accepted the Duchess's offer because it meant", "\"ALAN, YOU BIG BLOND NO-GOOD HUNK OF MAN, STOP!\"", "Miran glanced at his clansmen, standing there patiently, apparently\n oblivious of what was going on. He had power of life and death over", "Alzo was the Duchess's watchdog, a mastiff-like monster with shaggy\n red-gold hair. The dog hated Green with a vindictiveness that Green", "a wheelwright. When she was five years old they had died in a plague.\n She had been transferred to the Pens and raised by her aunt. When she\n was fifteen her beauty had attracted the Duke and he had installed", "Inwardly Green groaned. How long could he keep up this pace? He was\n expected to stay up half the night with her, then attend to his", "refused to leave. By now she had purchased several businesses—slaves\n were allowed to hold property and even have slaves of their own—and\n she knew that her two boys by the Duke would be valuable later on, when", "He got down out of the rickshaw, told the boy to wait, said, \"Hello,\n honey,\" and kissed her. He was glad she was a slave, because she didn't", "And worst of all, Amra was determined that he should be a hero. Amra\n won.\n1", "\"Diamonds, emeralds, rubies!\" cried Miran, kissing his hand and rolling\n his eye ecstatically. \"I tell you, the Estoryans are rich beyond our" ] ]

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[ [ "He has invaded sacred grounds, and now demons will be released on the planet.", "He has broken one of the rules of his people by using his hidden mechanism to teleport within the city.", "He has invaded sacred grounds, angering the spirits who might one day return.", "He has invaded sacred grounds, and he is planning to steal many of the artifacts and return to Earth with them." ], [ "Thinking aboutt entering the ancient area.", "His breath.", "Touching a book.", "Stepping off the path created in the area." ], [ "Wrecking the city.", "Throwing a book at the old man.", "Continuing to explore the city just as he intended.", "Doing as he is asked." ], [ "he is unsure at the moment. He needs to investigate further before he is able to accurately deduce the finding.", "makes all other discoveries pale in comparison.", "is a decent find, but he has discovered many, many famous places.", "pales in comparison to others he has seen." ], [ "He wants to open it up as a tourist attraction.", "He wants it to remain hidden from the population.", "He wants to preserve the items he finds and put them on display for all to see.", "He wants to become its next keeper like Maota." ], [ "He does not want Michaelson to be his successor.", "He does not want the ancient ones to return to see Michaelson's plan in place.", "He does not want to reveal to Michaelson all of the secrets he has been entrusted with.", "He does not want to die before the ancient ones return." ], [ "He knew the ancient ones would have revenge on him for the loss of the book.", "He is sad that such a book is now lost forever, never to be shared with others.", "He is crying tears of joy because Michaelson will never have possession of the book now.", "He thought that the book actually loved him for taking care of it all those years." ], [ "As a book of poetry, it shows how they thought and what they felt deeply about.", "It was a book of history. It clearly let them know what their civilization was all about.", "It was full of their math and scientific reason. It was perfect to compare to modern ideas.", "As a book of poetry, it gave insight into their language structure." ], [ "Live the remainder of his time with Michaelson preserving the city.", "Die at the hands of the ancient ones because of Michaelson.", "Leave his body and have the ability to exist anywhere, even on other planets.", "Die at the hands of Michaelson because he would not cooperate." ] ]

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[ [ "his arms madly. \"Mr. Earthgod,\" he cried. \"It is sacred ground where\n you are trespassing!\"", "The old man's eyes were furious now, deadly. The gun came down directly\n in line with the Earthman's chest. The gnarled finger moved.", "\"Mr. Earthgod....\"\n\n\n \"Don't call me that. I'm not a god, and you know it.\"", "\"Mr. Earthgod!\" the webfoot cried, so sharply that Michaelson stopped.\n \"You must not touch, not walk upon, not handle. Your step may destroy", "The old man shrugged. \"It is not an item worthy of dispute. Those names\n you mention, are they the names of gods?\"\n\n\n He chuckled. \"In a way, yes. What is your name?\"", "\"What does Mr. Earthgod mean, what\nkind\nof book? You have seen it. It\n is like any other book, except for the material and the fact that it\n talks.\"", "When he could talk again, Maota said, \"I am sorry, Mr. Earthgod. I've\n disgraced myself.\"", "\"Good God!\" he said aloud. It was the book talking. His fingers had\n touched the writing again. It was not a voice, exactly, but a stirring\n in his mind, like a strange language heard for the first time.", "\"How do you know?\" The old man's pale eyes were filled with tears. \"It\n talked and it sang. In a way, it had a soul. Sometimes on long nights I\n used to imagine it loved me, for taking care of it.\"", "\"Leave!\"\n\n\n The native's lined, weathered old face was working around the mouth in\n anger. Michaelson was almost sorry he had mocked him. He was deadly\n serious.", "The old man hung his head. He looked down into the black, charred\n hole. He walked all around the hole. He kicked at the sand, looking\n half-heartedly again for the book.", "the home of some ancient spirit. Your breath may cause one iota of\n change and a spirit may lose his way in the darkness. Go quickly now,\n or be killed.\"", "Finally they stopped, exhausted. They had covered a substantial area\n around the hole. They had covered the complete area where they had been.\n\n\n \"We killed it,\" the old man moaned.", "\"You are sensitive,\" the native said in his ear. \"It takes a sensitive\n god to feel the spirits moving in the houses and walking in these old\n streets.\"", "\"You devil!\" Maota's thought-scream was a sword of hate and anger,\n irrational suddenly, like a person who knows his loss is irrevocable.", "\"You must leave, or I will be forced to kill you. I do not want to kill\n you, but if I must....\" He made a clucking sound deep in the throat.\n \"The spirits are angry.\"", "Here he buried him.\n\n\n But it seemed a waste of time. Somehow he knew beyond any doubt that\n the old native and his body were completely disassociated in some sense\n more complete than death.", "\"\nYou\nkilled it!\" Maota suddenly sprang for the weapon, lying\n forgotten in the sand. Michaelson put his foot on it and Maota was too\n weak to tear it loose. He could only weep out his rage.", "\"The spirits are angry.\"\n\n\n \"Notice the inscriptions? Wind has blown sand against them for eons,\n and rain and sleet. But their story is there, once we decipher it.\"", "\"No.\" Maota's eyes grew hard as steel. They stood there in the sun, not\n twenty feet apart, hating each other. The two moons, very pale and far\n away on the western horizon, stared like two bottomless eyes." ], [ "Michaelson felt a great sadness, seeing his body lying across the\n old, home made bed. He looked closer. He sensed a vibration or life", "\"You?\" Michaelson laughed. Then, seeing how serious the native was,\n said, \"What makes you think a dead city needs a keeper?\"\n\n\n \"The spirits may return.\"", "existence like a match blown out. The next instant Michaelson spun\n him around and hit him. It was an inexpert fist, belonging to an\n archeologist, not a fighter. But Maota was an old man.", "The old man's knees buckled. He sank down, fell over the bed, lay\n still. Michaelson touched him cautiously, then examined him more\n carefully. No question about it.", "The old man stopped reading. He squatted slowly, keeping Michaelson in\n sight, and laid the book face up in the sand. Wind moved the pages.", "the home of some ancient spirit. Your breath may cause one iota of\n change and a spirit may lose his way in the darkness. Go quickly now,\n or be killed.\"", "Michaelson prepared himself to move if the old man's finger slid closer\n toward the firing stud. The old man raised the gun.\n\n\n \"Wait!\"\n\n\n \"Now what?\"", "\"I do not know.\" The webfoot drew closer. Michaelson decided he was\n sixty or seventy years old, at least.", "\"Why not?\" Michaelson repeated.\n\n\n \"Why not what?\" Maota dragged his eyes back.\n\n\n \"Negotiate.\"", "\"You never told us about this old dead city,\" Michaelson said,\n chidingly. \"Shame on you. But never mind. I've found it now. Isn't it\n beautiful?\"", "Michaelson was a god—but far from sacred!\nCrouched in the ancient doorway like an animal peering out from his\n burrow, Mr. Michaelson saw the native.", "\"Don't be sorry.\" Michaelson helped him to his feet. \"We fight for some\n reasons, cry for others. A priceless book is a good reason for either.\"", "\"Look,\" Michaelson said. \"I'm sure I've convinced you that I'm human.\n Why not have a try at negotiating our differences?\"", "The old man was dead.\nFeeling depressed and alone, Michaelson found a desert knoll outside\n the city overlooking the tall spires that shone in the sunlight and", "\"For hitting you. Pain is not for gods like you.\"\n\n\n Michaelson relaxed somewhat. \"What kind of man are you? First you try\n to break my skull, then you apologize.\"", "\"Yes, beautiful. You will leave now.\"\n\n\n \"Leave?\" Michaelson asked, acting surprised as if the man were a\n child. \"I just got here a few hours ago.\"", "\"You did not leave, as I asked you.\"\n\n\n Michaelson whirled around at the sound of the native's voice. Then he\n relaxed. He said, \"You shouldn't sneak up on a man like that.\"", "Michaelson, using the power of the cylinder behind his ear, jumped\n behind the old webfoot. To Maota it seemed that he had flicked out of", "\"See?\" he said. \"The spirits read. They must have been great readers,\n these people. They drink the book, as if it were an elixir. See how\n gentle! They lap at the pages like a new kitten tasting milk.\"", "He looked up. His expressive eyes, deep, resigned, studied Michaelson's\n face. Finally he shook his head sadly. \"When we first met I hoped we" ], [ "Michaelson prepared himself to move if the old man's finger slid closer\n toward the firing stud. The old man raised the gun.\n\n\n \"Wait!\"\n\n\n \"Now what?\"", "Michaelson felt a great sadness, seeing his body lying across the\n old, home made bed. He looked closer. He sensed a vibration or life", "The old man stopped reading. He squatted slowly, keeping Michaelson in\n sight, and laid the book face up in the sand. Wind moved the pages.", "The old man's knees buckled. He sank down, fell over the bed, lay\n still. Michaelson touched him cautiously, then examined him more\n carefully. No question about it.", "He looked up. His expressive eyes, deep, resigned, studied Michaelson's\n face. Finally he shook his head sadly. \"When we first met I hoped we", "He dropped in the sand, momentarily stunned. Michaelson bent over to\n pick up the gun and the old man, feeling it slip from his fingers,\n hung on and was pulled to his feet.", "\"I do not know.\" The webfoot drew closer. Michaelson decided he was\n sixty or seventy years old, at least.", "\"Why not?\" Michaelson repeated.\n\n\n \"Why not what?\" Maota dragged his eyes back.\n\n\n \"Negotiate.\"", "existence like a match blown out. The next instant Michaelson spun\n him around and hit him. It was an inexpert fist, belonging to an\n archeologist, not a fighter. But Maota was an old man.", "The old man was dead.\nFeeling depressed and alone, Michaelson found a desert knoll outside\n the city overlooking the tall spires that shone in the sunlight and", "Michaelson tested one of the chairs to see if it would hold his weight,\n then sat down. His curiosity about the instrument was colossal, but he\n forced a short laugh. \"Maota, you", "\"Yes, beautiful. You will leave now.\"\n\n\n \"Leave?\" Michaelson asked, acting surprised as if the man were a\n child. \"I just got here a few hours ago.\"", "through it, raising his head in a listening attitude, searching for\n a suitable passage. Michaelson heard the thin, metallic pages rustle\n softly. He could have jumped and seized the weapon at that moment, but", "Michaelson was warming up to his subject, but Maota shook his head like\n a waving palm frond and stamped his feet.\n\n\n \"You will leave now.\"", "\"Don't be sorry.\" Michaelson helped him to his feet. \"We fight for some\n reasons, cry for others. A priceless book is a good reason for either.\"", "Michaelson did not know how to try, but he remembered the cylinder and\n gathered all the force of his mind in spite of Maota's protests, and\n gave his most violent command.", "Michaelson laughed. \"You certainly have an imagination.\"", "\"Look,\" Michaelson said. \"I'm sure I've convinced you that I'm human.\n Why not have a try at negotiating our differences?\"", "Michaelson, using the power of the cylinder behind his ear, jumped\n behind the old webfoot. To Maota it seemed that he had flicked out of", "Michaelson was a god—but far from sacred!\nCrouched in the ancient doorway like an animal peering out from his\n burrow, Mr. Michaelson saw the native." ], [ "\"You never told us about this old dead city,\" Michaelson said,\n chidingly. \"Shame on you. But never mind. I've found it now. Isn't it\n beautiful?\"", "Michaelson did, and he saw the city beyond, as if he were looking\n through a window. And yet he was in the city looking at his own body.", "The wind had turned cool. Michaelson shivered, wishing he had brought\n a coat. The city was absolutely still except for small gusts of wind", "Michaelson followed him far down the street. They came to a section of\n the city he had not seen before. Buildings were smaller, spires dwarfed\n against larger structures. Here a path was packed in the sand, leading\n to a particular building.", "The old man was dead.\nFeeling depressed and alone, Michaelson found a desert knoll outside\n the city overlooking the tall spires that shone in the sunlight and", "of blood and fright and running. But when Michaelson was on the trail\n of important discoveries he had no common sense.", "Michaelson shook his head, and went about satisfying his curiosity.\n He entered buildings without thought of roofs falling in, or decayed", "Michaelson was a god—but far from sacred!\nCrouched in the ancient doorway like an animal peering out from his\n burrow, Mr. Michaelson saw the native.", "Michaelson tested one of the chairs to see if it would hold his weight,\n then sat down. His curiosity about the instrument was colossal, but he\n forced a short laugh. \"Maota, you", "\"You?\" Michaelson laughed. Then, seeing how serious the native was,\n said, \"What makes you think a dead city needs a keeper?\"\n\n\n \"The spirits may return.\"", "Michaelson crawled out of the doorway and stood up. He brushed his\n trousers. He pointed. \"See that wall? Built of some metal, I'd say,\n some alloy impervious to rust and wear.\"", "Michaelson said, \"This is where you live?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "He turned and started off, shoulders slumped dejectedly.\n\n\n Michaelson caught up to him. \"Are you leaving the city?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "\"No.\" Michaelson looked off down the street, trying to ignore the\n native, trying to feel the life of the city as it might have been.", "Michaelson felt a great sadness, seeing his body lying across the\n old, home made bed. He looked closer. He sensed a vibration or life", "existence like a match blown out. The next instant Michaelson spun\n him around and hit him. It was an inexpert fist, belonging to an\n archeologist, not a fighter. But Maota was an old man.", "Michaelson's blood trickled out from the head wound upon the ancient\n street.\nWhen he regained consciousness the two moons, bright sentinel orbs in", "He looked up. His expressive eyes, deep, resigned, studied Michaelson's\n face. Finally he shook his head sadly. \"When we first met I hoped we", "Michaelson stood in the ancient street, tall, gaunt, feet planted wide,\n hands in pockets, watching the webfoot until he was out of sight beyond", "Michaelson laughed. \"You certainly have an imagination.\"" ], [ "\"You never told us about this old dead city,\" Michaelson said,\n chidingly. \"Shame on you. But never mind. I've found it now. Isn't it\n beautiful?\"", "The wind had turned cool. Michaelson shivered, wishing he had brought\n a coat. The city was absolutely still except for small gusts of wind", "Michaelson followed him far down the street. They came to a section of\n the city he had not seen before. Buildings were smaller, spires dwarfed\n against larger structures. Here a path was packed in the sand, leading\n to a particular building.", "Michaelson did, and he saw the city beyond, as if he were looking\n through a window. And yet he was in the city looking at his own body.", "\"No.\" Michaelson looked off down the street, trying to ignore the\n native, trying to feel the life of the city as it might have been.", "\"You?\" Michaelson laughed. Then, seeing how serious the native was,\n said, \"What makes you think a dead city needs a keeper?\"\n\n\n \"The spirits may return.\"", "He turned and started off, shoulders slumped dejectedly.\n\n\n Michaelson caught up to him. \"Are you leaving the city?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "\"Look,\" Michaelson said. \"I'm sure I've convinced you that I'm human.\n Why not have a try at negotiating our differences?\"", "The old man was dead.\nFeeling depressed and alone, Michaelson found a desert knoll outside\n the city overlooking the tall spires that shone in the sunlight and", "Michaelson laughed. \"You certainly have an imagination.\"", "Michaelson shook his head, and went about satisfying his curiosity.\n He entered buildings without thought of roofs falling in, or decayed", "\"Why not?\" Michaelson repeated.\n\n\n \"Why not what?\" Maota dragged his eyes back.\n\n\n \"Negotiate.\"", "Michaelson was warming up to his subject, but Maota shook his head like\n a waving palm frond and stamped his feet.\n\n\n \"You will leave now.\"", "Michaelson said, \"This is where you live?\"\n\n\n \"Yes.\"", "Finally after many weeks, long after the winds had obliterated all\n evidence of Maota's grave on the knoll, Michaelson made a decision. He\n had to know if the machine would work for him.", "Michaelson was a god—but far from sacred!\nCrouched in the ancient doorway like an animal peering out from his\n burrow, Mr. Michaelson saw the native.", "Michaelson stood in the ancient street, tall, gaunt, feet planted wide,\n hands in pockets, watching the webfoot until he was out of sight beyond", "Michaelson did not know how to try, but he remembered the cylinder and\n gathered all the force of his mind in spite of Maota's protests, and\n gave his most violent command.", "Michaelson tested one of the chairs to see if it would hold his weight,\n then sat down. His curiosity about the instrument was colossal, but he\n forced a short laugh. \"Maota, you", "He looked up. His expressive eyes, deep, resigned, studied Michaelson's\n face. Finally he shook his head sadly. \"When we first met I hoped we" ], [ "Maota shook his head. \"One does not study a dead culture to learn how\n they made things, but how they thought. But we are wasting time. I must\n kill you now, so I can get some rest.\"", "Maota nodded. \"I have heard how you travel. It does not matter. I will\n kill you anyway.\"\n\n\n \"I suggest we negotiate.\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "Maota. Not his tones. Not his words. Satisfied that no one was near, he\n stooped and picked up the book again.", "\"You are a god,\" Maota said. \"One does not negotiate with gods. One\n either loves them, or kills them.\"\n\n\n \"That's another thing. I am not a god. Can't you understand?\"", "\"Where are you going?\"\n\n\n \"Away. Far away.\" Maota looked off toward the hills, eyes distant.", "\"No.\" Maota's eyes grew hard as steel. They stood there in the sun, not\n twenty feet apart, hating each other. The two moons, very pale and far\n away on the western horizon, stared like two bottomless eyes.", "appearance. It was a deadly weapon.\n\"Well,\" he said, \"before you kill me, tell me about the book.\" He held\n it up for Maota to see.", "\"What difference does it make?\" Maota cried, suddenly angry. \"You want\n to close up all these things in boxes for a posterity who may have no", "I'll die. See? I'm human. Just a human with a machine. No more than\n that.\"\nMaota laughed, then sobered quickly. \"You lie.\"", "\"I don't like your thoughts,\" Maota said. \"No one can go back. I tried.\n I have discussed it with many who are not presently in communication\n with you. No one can go back.\"", "\"\nYou\nkilled it!\" Maota suddenly sprang for the weapon, lying\n forgotten in the sand. Michaelson put his foot on it and Maota was too\n weak to tear it loose. He could only weep out his rage.", "\"Why not?\" Michaelson repeated.\n\n\n \"Why not what?\" Maota dragged his eyes back.\n\n\n \"Negotiate.\"", "Maota hit him, quickly, passionately, and dropped the weapon beside his\n body. He turned swiftly, making a swirling mark in the sand with his\n heel, and walked off toward the hills outside the city.", "\"Maota.\"", "When he could talk again, Maota said, \"I am sorry, Mr. Earthgod. I've\n disgraced myself.\"", "Maota went inside. Michaelson stood in the entrance and looked around.\n The room was clean, furnished with hand made chairs and a bed. Who is", "he went, the place where Maota was now. It was a door of some kind,\n leading to a path of some kind where distance was non-existent. But the", "Maota looked off toward the hills, old eyes filmed from years of sand\n and wind, leather skin lined and pitted. The hills stood immobile,\n brown-gray, already shimmering with heat, impotent.", "his desire to hear the book was strong.\nOld Maota read, Michaelson listened. The cadence was different, the\n syntax confusing. But the thoughts were there. It might have been", "The cylinder. He knew it was the cylinder. That was the difference\n between himself and Maota. When he used the cylinder, that was where" ], [ "Maota let go and sprawled in the sand. \"The book!\" he cried. \"The book\n is gone!\"", "Maota. Not his tones. Not his words. Satisfied that no one was near, he\n stooped and picked up the book again.", "\"What difference does it make?\" Maota cried, suddenly angry. \"You want\n to close up all these things in boxes for a posterity who may have no", "appearance. It was a deadly weapon.\n\"Well,\" he said, \"before you kill me, tell me about the book.\" He held\n it up for Maota to see.", "\"\nYou\nkilled it!\" Maota suddenly sprang for the weapon, lying\n forgotten in the sand. Michaelson put his foot on it and Maota was too\n weak to tear it loose. He could only weep out his rage.", "\"You devil!\" Maota's thought-scream was a sword of hate and anger,\n irrational suddenly, like a person who knows his loss is irrevocable.", "Maota shook his head. \"One does not study a dead culture to learn how\n they made things, but how they thought. But we are wasting time. I must\n kill you now, so I can get some rest.\"", "When he could talk again, Maota said, \"I am sorry, Mr. Earthgod. I've\n disgraced myself.\"", "for the book. Saliva dripped from Maota's mouth, but he didn't know or\n care.", "Michaelson threw the book. It landed at Maota's feet, spouting sand\n against his leg. He shifted the weapon, picked up the book and leafed", "his desire to hear the book was strong.\nOld Maota read, Michaelson listened. The cadence was different, the\n syntax confusing. But the thoughts were there. It might have been", "The cylinder. He knew it was the cylinder. That was the difference\n between himself and Maota. When he used the cylinder, that was where", "\"You are a god,\" Maota said. \"One does not negotiate with gods. One\n either loves them, or kills them.\"\n\n\n \"That's another thing. I am not a god. Can't you understand?\"", "Maota hit him, quickly, passionately, and dropped the weapon beside his\n body. He turned swiftly, making a swirling mark in the sand with his\n heel, and walked off toward the hills outside the city.", "\"Where are you going?\"\n\n\n \"Away. Far away.\" Maota looked off toward the hills, eyes distant.", "\"There are other books. We'll get another.\"\n\n\n Maota shook his head. \"There are no more.\"\n\n\n \"But I've seen them. Down there in the square building.\"", "To be certain of it, he pressed the button again, with the same result\n as before. He saw his own body fall down. He felt Maota's presence.", "\"I don't like your thoughts,\" Maota said. \"No one can go back. I tried.\n I have discussed it with many who are not presently in communication\n with you. No one can go back.\"", "like the voice from the ancient book. Where was he? There was no left\n or right, up or down. Maota was everywhere, nowhere.", "\"Look!\" Maota's thought was directed at him in this place of no\n direction. \"Think of the city and you will see it.\"" ], [ "Maota shook his head. \"One does not study a dead culture to learn how\n they made things, but how they thought. But we are wasting time. I must\n kill you now, so I can get some rest.\"", "Maota. Not his tones. Not his words. Satisfied that no one was near, he\n stooped and picked up the book again.", "appearance. It was a deadly weapon.\n\"Well,\" he said, \"before you kill me, tell me about the book.\" He held\n it up for Maota to see.", "his desire to hear the book was strong.\nOld Maota read, Michaelson listened. The cadence was different, the\n syntax confusing. But the thoughts were there. It might have been", "force—he didn't stop to define it—in his body. Why was his dead body\n different from Old Maota's? Could it be that there was some thread", "To be certain of it, he pressed the button again, with the same result\n as before. He saw his own body fall down. He felt Maota's presence.", "I must preserve it, he thought, whether Maota likes it or not. They\n say these people lived half a million years ago. A long time. Let's\n see, now. A man lives one hundred years on the average. Five thousand\n lifetimes.", "The cylinder. He knew it was the cylinder. That was the difference\n between himself and Maota. When he used the cylinder, that was where", "\"You are a god,\" Maota said. \"One does not negotiate with gods. One\n either loves them, or kills them.\"\n\n\n \"That's another thing. I am not a god. Can't you understand?\"", "Finally after many weeks, long after the winds had obliterated all\n evidence of Maota's grave on the knoll, Michaelson made a decision. He\n had to know if the machine would work for him.", "\"What difference does it make?\" Maota cried, suddenly angry. \"You want\n to close up all these things in boxes for a posterity who may have no", "Michaelson threw the book. It landed at Maota's feet, spouting sand\n against his leg. He shifted the weapon, picked up the book and leafed", "\"I don't like your thoughts,\" Maota said. \"No one can go back. I tried.\n I have discussed it with many who are not presently in communication\n with you. No one can go back.\"", "\"But this existence has compensations,\" Maota said. \"You can be\n anywhere, see anywhere on this planet. Even on your Earth.\"", "Maota nodded. \"I have heard how you travel. It does not matter. I will\n kill you anyway.\"\n\n\n \"I suggest we negotiate.\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "like the voice from the ancient book. Where was he? There was no left\n or right, up or down. Maota was everywhere, nowhere.", "Maota let go and sprawled in the sand. \"The book!\" he cried. \"The book\n is gone!\"", "he went, the place where Maota was now. It was a door of some kind,\n leading to a path of some kind where distance was non-existent. But the", "Here he buried him.\n\n\n But it seemed a waste of time. Somehow he knew beyond any doubt that\n the old native and his body were completely disassociated in some sense\n more complete than death.", "\"Look!\" Maota's thought was directed at him in this place of no\n direction. \"Think of the city and you will see it.\"" ], [ "Maota nodded. \"I have heard how you travel. It does not matter. I will\n kill you anyway.\"\n\n\n \"I suggest we negotiate.\"\n\n\n \"No.\"", "Maota shook his head. \"One does not study a dead culture to learn how\n they made things, but how they thought. But we are wasting time. I must\n kill you now, so I can get some rest.\"", "Maota. Not his tones. Not his words. Satisfied that no one was near, he\n stooped and picked up the book again.", "\"\nYou\nkilled it!\" Maota suddenly sprang for the weapon, lying\n forgotten in the sand. Michaelson put his foot on it and Maota was too\n weak to tear it loose. He could only weep out his rage.", "\"You are a god,\" Maota said. \"One does not negotiate with gods. One\n either loves them, or kills them.\"\n\n\n \"That's another thing. I am not a god. Can't you understand?\"", "\"No.\" Maota's eyes grew hard as steel. They stood there in the sun, not\n twenty feet apart, hating each other. The two moons, very pale and far\n away on the western horizon, stared like two bottomless eyes.", "I'll die. See? I'm human. Just a human with a machine. No more than\n that.\"\nMaota laughed, then sobered quickly. \"You lie.\"", "Maota hit him, quickly, passionately, and dropped the weapon beside his\n body. He turned swiftly, making a swirling mark in the sand with his\n heel, and walked off toward the hills outside the city.", "appearance. It was a deadly weapon.\n\"Well,\" he said, \"before you kill me, tell me about the book.\" He held\n it up for Maota to see.", "\"Where are you going?\"\n\n\n \"Away. Far away.\" Maota looked off toward the hills, eyes distant.", "To be certain of it, he pressed the button again, with the same result\n as before. He saw his own body fall down. He felt Maota's presence.", "\"What difference does it make?\" Maota cried, suddenly angry. \"You want\n to close up all these things in boxes for a posterity who may have no", "he went, the place where Maota was now. It was a door of some kind,\n leading to a path of some kind where distance was non-existent. But the", "Maota's chuckle again. \"The city will remain as it is. You did not win\n after all.\"\n\n\n \"Neither did you.\"", "Maota went inside. Michaelson stood in the entrance and looked around.\n The room was clean, furnished with hand made chairs and a bed. Who is", "\"Maota.\"", "\"I don't like your thoughts,\" Maota said. \"No one can go back. I tried.\n I have discussed it with many who are not presently in communication\n with you. No one can go back.\"", "\"Of course.\" Maota smiled a toothless, superior smile. \"What do you\n suppose happened to this race?\"\n\n\n \"You tell me.\"", "Finally after many weeks, long after the winds had obliterated all\n evidence of Maota's grave on the knoll, Michaelson made a decision. He\n had to know if the machine would work for him.", "\"You devil!\" Maota's thought-scream was a sword of hate and anger,\n irrational suddenly, like a person who knows his loss is irrevocable." ] ]

[ "According to the narrator, how does the director get an honest performance out of Tom Cruise?", "According to the narrator, _____ could quite possibly be the death of the characters.", "According to the narrator, who is a better Mr. Ripley and why?", "Why was Andy Kaufman original as a comedian?", "What does the narrator say is incorrect about Kaufman's biopic?", "What does the narrator seem to think about Jim Carrey as Kaufman?", "What is the narrator's opinion of Angela's Ashes? ", "Who steps in and saves the characters in Magnolia?", "How does Ripley end up going to find Dickie?" ]

[ [ "He basically allows Cruise to do as he pleases. He is a natural actor, and he does not need much in the way of direction.", "He allows Cruise to adlib the entire piece, thus allowing him to act like his natural self.", "He turns Cruise's natural mannerisms into his character's actual personality.", "He doesn't. The last time Cruise gave a real performance was on Oprah's couch." ], [ "aloneness", "being detached ", "selfishness", "sadness" ], [ "The novel's Ripley is more believable because he is more believable than Damon because the novel's character seems to fit in and not be a huge loser like the way Damon portrays him to be.", "Neither because Ripley is just not a good character.", "They are equally matched, and Damon plays him exactly right.", "Damon's Ripley is more believable because he is more believable than the novel's character because Damon's Ripley seems to fit in and not be a huge loser like the way the novel portrays him to be." ], [ "He could make Johnny Carson laugh and impress him, which was no easy feat.", "He was someone who could be classified along with the likes of Jim Carrey is not often someone like that comes along.", "He did great impressions that no one else could pull off.", "You never knew who he was going to be from one moment to the next, and he was convincing at whomever he was being at the time." ], [ "The movie shows that he was more into comedy than wrestling, but it was actually the other way around.", "The way that he is portrayed as being such an off-the-wall comedian. He wasn't as humorous as he was depicted to be.", "The movie shows that he died at the peak of his career, but in actuality, he died at a very strange time in his career, and it could have been the point where he actually began to fail.", "Kaufman was really a sad man, not the way they showed him to be in the movie." ], [ "Carrey did a decent job, but they could have gone with a better actor more suited for serious roles.", "He did an amazing job, almost as though he embodied Kaufman throughout the movie.", "He does not understand how \"The Cable Guy\" could have been chosen to portray such a comedy legend. Carrey was a joke.", "Carrey was awful. He is a hit-and-miss actor at best, and this was a miss." ], [ "He thought that it was amazing, and it accurately depicted the horrible life McCourt lived during his childhood.", "With the talented actors in the movie, it was set up to be great, but it didn't sing like McCort's prose.", "He was hoping for more because the memoir was great.", "He thought that the movie was garbage, and it was a disgrace to the book." ], [ "The police officer played by John C. Riley.", "A hero who remains anonymous throughout the story.", "Family.", "Tom Cruise's character." ], [ "He is in love with Dickie, and he goes to find him to let him know his true feelings.", "He passes himself off as one of Dickie's former classmates from Prinston, and Dickie's father sends Ripley to find him.", "He volunteers to go find him because he sees it as an opportunity to travel.", "He is a private detective, and he is hired to find Dickie." ] ]

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[ "What is the war is Yougoslavia compared to continually?", "Who does everyone blame for the tragedy of this was?", "What is the real reason for blaming the person everyone feels to be responsible for the war?", "According to Buchanan, what has Clinton done or caused through this war?", "What might have turned the tables as far as the moral high ground goes in this skirmish?", "How is this was comparable with Vietnam?", "Why does everyone deem Clinton untrustworthy?", "Who is the key factor in determining the ethics surrounding the war?", "The media determined that Serbia wasn't taken out in ____ that they would not be defeated. Why does this matter?" ]

[ [ "The Civil War", "WWII", "The British American War", "Vietnam" ], [ "Bill Clinton", "Pat Buchanan", "Hillary Clinton", "Monica Lewinsky" ], [ "Monica Lewinsky caused the whole affair", "Hillary allowed Bill to have an affair.", "Bill had an affair. That made him look like he was unfit for the presidency.", "Pat Buchanan should have spoken out about the affair sooner." ], [ "A need for Buchanan to take over the office.", "A need for him to be removed from office.", "Provoked the Serbs into ethnic cleansing.", "Economic disaster worldwide." ], [ "The Kosovo troops kills 10s of thousands of Serbs, causing them to lose the moral high ground.", "The Serbs kill 10s of thousands of people from Kosovo, causing them to lose the moral high ground.", "The Americans make an error and bombed a bunch of civilians causing them to lose the moral high ground.", "NATO made an error and bombed a bunch of civilians, causing them to lose moral footing." ], [ "Americans have stepped in to fight.", "There's not a lot to be compared when you really analyze it.", "Innocent people are caught in the crossfire, and those are the only two wars that's ever happened in.", "The same sort of tactics were used in both." ], [ "He is a typical politician.", "His war tactics are sneaky.", "He is clearly racist.", "He denied having an affair, but he actually did." ], [ "The media", "The Pope", "The President", "NATO" ], [ "2 week. It doesn't.", "1 week. It was expected.", "4 weeks. The media says they will never win the war because it's taking too long.", "3 weeks. It shows that they are weak." ] ]

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They're trying to develop what is essentially an", "in: The war is \"doomed\" and \"already lost.\" On", "Kosovo to Waco, arguing that just as Clinton's actions six", "\"Are we losing this war?\" Other talking heads asserted that", "loses the war is to predict that Milosevic won't", "On Late Edition , Wolf Blitzer observed that Milosevic", "show by noting that the Kosovars were still being purged", "The atrocities continue unabated , they say. Air power alone", "Meanwhile, the Serbs' role in pushing the refugees onto the", "Kosovo \"has unwittingly produced one of the great humanitarian", "in Kosovo is being waged by 19 countries against one;" ], [ "blame to NATO and Clinton.", "this will be the funeral of NATO.\" And all because,", "six years ago \"precipitated\" the murder-suicides by the Branch", "For weeks, critics", "same effect. Clinton even gets the blame for Russian hostility.", "the studios and the newsrooms in effect pass the blame", "6. Sinner to sin. Critics on the right argue", "as catastrophically as possible. As for their suggestion that", "it's a man-bites-dog story. For several days, the media", "3. Moral actors. When the Serbs butcher another 50", "right. \"We have ignited the very human rights catastrophe the", "war. As George Will put it last week, the contempt", "10. Practical futility. The pundits' verdict is in:", "Vietnam. President Clinton has blown it. Everything we do makes", "Lugar, R-Ind., grimly intoned, \"Many are predicting that this", "On Late Edition , Wolf Blitzer observed that Milosevic", "Meanwhile, the Serbs' role in pushing the refugees onto the", "NATO will lose the war and thereby expose its impotence.", "has produced a bizarre blame-America-first spin on the right.", "The atrocities continue unabated , they say. Air power alone" ], [ "war. 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[ "What is different about Martin Scorsese, according to Roger Ebert?", "Why does the narrator use Bringing out the Dead, one of Scorsese's lesser films, as the basis for this article?", "One theme or element that you can guarantee will appear in a Sc0rsese film is", "Why does Sorcsese choose to become a director?", "What movie got him into the Director's Guild, thus getting his food into the door, so to speak, as a serious Hollywood director?", "Why is Raging Bull considered to be a hard film to watch?", "After having a few movies that were not blockbuster hits, he came back with", "What might be considered a flaw in Scorcese's movies?", "What does the narrator say of the movie \"The King of Comedy.\"" ]

[ [ "He is always on point with everything he produces.", "He has never made a bad movie.", "He very rarely \"phones it in.\"", "He takes risks in every movie he makes." ], [ "More than likely it had just been released at the time this article was written.", "It is his worst film, which goes to show that he doesn't really make BAD films even when they aren't GREAT.", "It is, without a doubt, his best and well-known film,", "The all-star cast is one that everyone can relate to, so it is an easy film to use to discuss his career." ], [ "A classical music soundtrack.", "Viscous death", "The main character will have a parallel to Scorsese's life.", "Religion" ], [ "He had an arrogance about him that made him want to expose the world to his genius. ", "He became a director to share his art and creativity with the world, whether he became liked and famous or not.", "He felt it would help him to take over the world, metaphorically, of course.", "He was just in it for the money." ], [ "Taxi Driver", "Mean St", "The Pope of Greenwich Village", "Boxcar Bertha" ], [ "It tends to come at the viewer with a force that tells the viewer that it is a great movie, and it smothers the view with its intention.", "It is almost too perfect and it draws out emotion you are not accustomed to finding in a movie.", "No one can understand the real message of the movie.", "DeNiro is not a great actor at this time in his career, in fact, he can be \"cringe-worthy.\"" ], [ "The King of Comedy", "The Last Temptation of Christ", "Goodfellas", "Happy Endings" ], [ "They are too full of passion and emotion.", "They have more emotion than intensity.", "They have more intensity than emotion", "They are too full of intensity and nothing else." ], [ "It was a copout because it was simply a comedic version of Taxi Driver", "It was too dark to be considered a comedy.", "He was a movie that could have come out 20 years later and the world might have been ready for me.", "It was when Scorsese seemed to take a turn for the worst as a director." ] ]

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[ "Why was Mr. Devoe fascinated by the Captain?", "Bertha and the narrator are…", "Which word best describes Mr. and Mrs. Devoe’s demeanor when they first arrived at Morton’s Misery Farm?", "What was Mr. Devoe’s “moment”?", "Why would someone choose to go “on vacation” to Morton’s Misery Farm?", "Which of the following would be an approved reason to leave Morton’s Misery Farm?", "The road leading to Morton’s Misery Farm was likely described as “corduroy” because…", "Mr. and Mrs. Devoe had reviewed an advertisement for Morton’s Misery Farm, but it did not include:", "Mr. Devoe nearly cried at one point because he..." ]

[ [ "His precise, sharp voice did not match his gaunt appearance.", "He was amazingly plump in such a harsh environment.", "He was particularly cruel.", "His inhuman drawl was hard to understand." ], [ "Brother and sister of the Devoe family", "Poor prisoners", "A well-to-do married couple", "An adventurous young couple" ], [ "Triumphant", "Fatigued", "Giddy", "Apprehensive" ], [ "Meeting Bertha for their first 15-minute visit", "Being impressed by the Cheer Up Entertainment", "Being branded as Number 109", "Leading others in a difficult team task at the rock quarry" ], [ "To overcome a sense of void in an otherwise pampered life", "To visit new places on a budget", "As an alternative to prison for breaking the law", "To feel first-hand how those less fortunate live" ], [ "Local weather such as flooding", "Request of the resident", "Death of a family member", "Petition signed by a court" ], [ "It was winding and long", "It had pits and potholes", "It was brown and muddy", "It had deep ruts which caused the tires to blow out" ], [ "Pricing information", "Allowance for severe violence", "Conditions of release", "Photographs" ], [ "Was not allowed to leave", "Saw his wife being harassed", "Was not allowed to smoke", "Was not allowed to see his wife" ] ]

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[ [ "only a brief cessation of the continuing pleasure process. You have\n been one of the fortunate few, Mr. Devoe.\"", "The Captain was still scrutinizing me from under the dark cliff of his\n brow. A thin smile now took shape on his lipless mouth. One of the", "\"You and Mrs. Devoe may leave tonight or in the morning, just as you\n prefer,\" said the Captain.", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "\"So he wants a nice inside job in the steam laundry?\" said the man\n behind the desk—\"the captain,\" we were instructed to call him. Another", "would be thrust upon us, but it didn't happen. The grim Captain stopped\n me as I entered the mess hall. I froze. There was a queer smile on his\n face, and I had grown to fear novelty.", "Captain left, and the only other guard now relaxed in the shade of a\n boulder nearly fifty yards away. He was smoking a forbidden cigar.\n Suddenly and unaccountably, I felt a little taller than the others,", "\"You wouldn't be entertaining angry thoughts, would you shnook?\" asked\n the Captain, after what seemed like half an hour of sickly pause.", "\"Mark 'em and put 'em to work,\" he barked at the guards. Two uniformed\n men, who must have sneaked in while I was fascinated by the man behind", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "when we could catch glimpses of each other during the day, we would\n exchange furtive signals, then go about our work exhilarated by the\n fiction that we shared some priceless Cabalistic knowledge.", "that his voice did not command the entire scene. \"\nHut-ho! hut-ho!\n Hut-ho HAW!", "there. I noticed that his forehead had bright purple marks on it. These\n proved to be \"\nNo. 94, Property of MMF\n,\" in inch-high letters which", "\"I am in full charge here. You will speak only when spoken to,\" he\n said. His voice came as a surprise and, to me at least, as a profound", "and finally. Picture the archetype of every chain-gang captain who\n has been relieved for inhumanity to prisoners; imagine the naked\n attribute Meanness, stripped of all accidental, incongruous, mitigating", "form of the person behind the desk with more clarity than I might\n have wished. He was large, but terribly emaciated, with the kind of\n gauntness that should be covered by a sheet—tenderly, reverently", "gust of wet wind joined his comments. \"Put him on 'The Big Rock Candy\n Mountain.'\" He fixed me then with those deep-set, glow-worm eyes,", "relief. I had expected an inarticulate drawl—something not yet\n language, not quite human. Instead his voice was clipped, precise,\n clear as new type on white paper. This gave me hope at a time when hope" ], [ "It was that night—or perhaps the following night—that Bertha and I\n had our first fifteen-minute visit with each other. She was changed:", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "When I had been marked, one of the guards took his ink and brush and\n advanced upon Bertha. The other addressed himself to me. \"There is a", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nBertha and I were like a couple of city kids on their first country", "coldly appraising. The two Sisters of Gorgonia, meanwhile, seized\n Bertha's arms and dragged her from the room. I did not try to follow. I", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "form of the person behind the desk with more clarity than I might\n have wished. He was large, but terribly emaciated, with the kind of\n gauntness that should be covered by a sheet—tenderly, reverently", "All we could do was look at each other and giggle like a couple of kids\n in the back pew of Sunday School, after that. Bertha looked ten years\n younger already.", "Bertha and I have had little to say to one another as we wait in\n the office for the car that will take us to the heliport. For the", "They were digging out stumps with mattocks, crowbars and axes, and some\n of them stood waist-deep in the dark water. Bertha had said \"Looky", "But we will survive these things: I still have my four hours per month\n at Central Computing and Control; Bertha has her endless and endlessly", "her face glowed with feverish vitality, her hair was stringy and moist,\n and her eyes were serenely glassy. She had not been more provocative", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "I will go back to my five kinds of cigars and my sixteen kinds of\n brandy; Bertha will return to her endless fantasy of pastries and", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "softened and sloughed away. I was, at last, Number 109 at work on a\n monstrous manure pile, and I labored with the muscles and nerves of an", "for \"Beddy-by.\" And in a continuous, unbroken motion we slogged into\n another long building, discarded our coveralls, waded through a shallow", "The older of the two women knocked the pack from my hand, ground it\n under her heel on the floor and let me have one across the face with", "The Captain was still scrutinizing me from under the dark cliff of his\n brow. A thin smile now took shape on his lipless mouth. One of the", "The eyes were perhaps the worst feature. They burned like tiny\n phosphorescent creatures, dimly visible deep inside a cave under dark," ], [ "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "only a brief cessation of the continuing pleasure process. You have\n been one of the fortunate few, Mr. Devoe.\"", "outing when we arrived at Morton's place. The weather was perfect—the\n first chill of autumn had arrived in the form of a fine, needle-shower", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "\"You and Mrs. Devoe may leave tonight or in the morning, just as you\n prefer,\" said the Captain.", "clung to their bodies in clammy-looking patches. All moved sluggishly\n through the mud with their arms hanging slack at their sides, their\n shoulders hunched forward against the wet chill, and their eyes turned", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "My weariness from the unaccustomed toil had carried me past the\n point of hunger, but I do remember my first meal at the Farm. We had", "delicately over the uneven ground. We were propelled through the small\n door at the side of the gate, and at last we found ourselves within the", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "and underwear could have come from, as such fripperies were denied to\n us at the Farm. We also wondered about the manure, considering that\n no animals were in evidence here. Both, we concluded, must have been", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "relief. I had expected an inarticulate drawl—something not yet\n language, not quite human. Instead his voice was clipped, precise,\n clear as new type on white paper. This gave me hope at a time when hope", "form of the person behind the desk with more clarity than I might\n have wished. He was large, but terribly emaciated, with the kind of\n gauntness that should be covered by a sheet—tenderly, reverently", "ten-foot barriers of the Misery Camp. We just looked at each other and\n giggled.", "her face glowed with feverish vitality, her hair was stringy and moist,\n and her eyes were serenely glassy. She had not been more provocative", "The Captain was still scrutinizing me from under the dark cliff of his\n brow. A thin smile now took shape on his lipless mouth. One of the", "The ground was slimy and cold under our bare feet when we got down from\n the bus, but the two viragos behind us gave us no time to pick our way" ], [ "only a brief cessation of the continuing pleasure process. You have\n been one of the fortunate few, Mr. Devoe.\"", "\"You had a moment,\" he said, simply and declaratively. \"You didn't miss\n it, did you?\"\n\n\n \"No,\" I replied, not fully understanding. \"No, I didn't miss it.\"", "\"You and Mrs. Devoe may leave tonight or in the morning, just as you\n prefer,\" said the Captain.", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "The Captain was still scrutinizing me from under the dark cliff of his\n brow. A thin smile now took shape on his lipless mouth. One of the", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "to every conceivable combination of external conditions, but nothing\n really happens to them. They feel nothing except a fleeting sensation\n of contrast—soon lost in a torrent of other sensations. No 'moment';", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "was monosyllabic and infrequent, so it may merely be that I recall\n most lucidly those incidents with which some sort of communication was\n associated. A small man sitting opposite me in the mess hall gloomily", "never fully stopped. A guard indicated a wheelbarrow to me and uttered\n a sharp sound ... something like HUP! I picked up the smooth handles of\n the barrow, and time turned its back upon us again.", "moment—this moment—it suffices that we stand here in our own clothes,\n that we have tasted coffee again, brought to us on a tray by a matron", "directly over my face. To this day, I cannot be sure that this bleak\n beacon was ever turned off. I think not. I can only say with certainty", "\"I am in full charge here. You will speak only when spoken to,\" he\n said. His voice came as a surprise and, to me at least, as a profound", "that his voice did not command the entire scene. \"\nHut-ho! hut-ho!\n Hut-ho HAW!", "when we could catch glimpses of each other during the day, we would\n exchange furtive signals, then go about our work exhilarated by the\n fiction that we shared some priceless Cabalistic knowledge.", "relief. I had expected an inarticulate drawl—something not yet\n language, not quite human. Instead his voice was clipped, precise,\n clear as new type on white paper. This gave me hope at a time when hope", "recollections. Hours and days began to arrange themselves into\n meaningful sequence. Was it possible that two whole glorious weeks\n could have passed so swiftly?", "Then the film dissolved—finally and completely—from the surface of\n my brain, and my sense of time returned to me in a flood of ordered" ], [ "seams. This meant scraping up the stuff with the hands and refilling\n another paper bag. Needless to say, also, pitchforks and shovels\n were forbidden at the Farm, as was any potentially dangerous object", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "choice of activities. There is the jute mill, the rock quarry, the\n stump-removal detail, the manure pile....\"", "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "authority—No smoking!\n***\nMORTON'S MISERY FARM\n***\n30 acres of swamp—Our own rock", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "My weariness from the unaccustomed toil had carried me past the\n point of hunger, but I do remember my first meal at the Farm. We had", "We cannot soften and slough away altogether, for when all else fails,\n when the last stronghold of the spirit is in peril, there is always the\n vision of year's end and another glorious vacation.", "and underwear could have come from, as such fripperies were denied to\n us at the Farm. We also wondered about the manure, considering that\n no animals were in evidence here. Both, we concluded, must have been", "outing when we arrived at Morton's place. The weather was perfect—the\n first chill of autumn had arrived in the form of a fine, needle-shower", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "go to other places like this, or permit themselves to be confined\n in the hulls of old submarines, and some even apprentice themselves\n to medical missionaries in Equatorial Africa; they expose themselves", "only a brief cessation of the continuing pleasure process. You have\n been one of the fortunate few, Mr. Devoe.\"", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "If I had hoped for respite after \"supper,\" it was at that time that I\n learned not to hope. Back to \"The Big Rock Candy Mountain\" we went, and", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "idea of the summer camp of the future:\n \nhard labor, insults, and hog kidneys!", "ten-foot barriers of the Misery Camp. We just looked at each other and\n giggled.", "These orgies, it turned out, were held in the building housing\n the admission office. There was a speech choir made up of elderly\n women, all of whom wore the black uniform of the Farm matrons. The" ], [ "seams. This meant scraping up the stuff with the hands and refilling\n another paper bag. Needless to say, also, pitchforks and shovels\n were forbidden at the Farm, as was any potentially dangerous object", "authority—No smoking!\n***\nMORTON'S MISERY FARM\n***\n30 acres of swamp—Our own rock", "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "My weariness from the unaccustomed toil had carried me past the\n point of hunger, but I do remember my first meal at the Farm. We had", "and underwear could have come from, as such fripperies were denied to\n us at the Farm. We also wondered about the manure, considering that\n no animals were in evidence here. Both, we concluded, must have been", "choice of activities. There is the jute mill, the rock quarry, the\n stump-removal detail, the manure pile....\"", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "outing when we arrived at Morton's place. The weather was perfect—the\n first chill of autumn had arrived in the form of a fine, needle-shower", "ten-foot barriers of the Misery Camp. We just looked at each other and\n giggled.", "\"You and Mrs. Devoe may leave tonight or in the morning, just as you\n prefer,\" said the Captain.", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "only a brief cessation of the continuing pleasure process. You have\n been one of the fortunate few, Mr. Devoe.\"", "enough to reassure ourselves of the utter hopelessness of the task\n before us. Not daring to look at each other closely, fearing to see our\n own despair reflected in the faces of others, we picked up our hammers", "Captain left, and the only other guard now relaxed in the shade of a\n boulder nearly fifty yards away. He was smoking a forbidden cigar.\n Suddenly and unaccountably, I felt a little taller than the others,", "\"They'll bind ya,\" he said with the finality of special and personal\n knowledge. \"Ya don't wanta let yaself get bound here. They've got a—\"", "softened and sloughed away. I was, at last, Number 109 at work on a\n monstrous manure pile, and I labored with the muscles and nerves of an", "let us do the thinkin' around here. Git outa line just once an' you'll\n see what we can do with a sock fulla hog kidneys.\"", "distant. This we were to accomplish by filling paper cement bags with\n the manure and carrying it, a bag at a time, to the more distant pile.\n Needless to say, the bags frequently dissolved or burst at the lower", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "\"Leave the welcoming ceremonies to us, knoedelhead!\" barked the guard.\n The improvident guest rose painfully and resumed his plodding with the\n rest. I noticed that he made no rejoinder. He cringed." ], [ "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "seams. This meant scraping up the stuff with the hands and refilling\n another paper bag. Needless to say, also, pitchforks and shovels\n were forbidden at the Farm, as was any potentially dangerous object", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "\"Beddy-by\" was one of a row of thirty-odd slightly padded planks like\n ironing boards, which were arranged at intervals of less than three", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "clung to their bodies in clammy-looking patches. All moved sluggishly\n through the mud with their arms hanging slack at their sides, their\n shoulders hunched forward against the wet chill, and their eyes turned", "and underwear could have come from, as such fripperies were denied to\n us at the Farm. We also wondered about the manure, considering that\n no animals were in evidence here. Both, we concluded, must have been", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "distant. This we were to accomplish by filling paper cement bags with\n the manure and carrying it, a bag at a time, to the more distant pile.\n Needless to say, the bags frequently dissolved or burst at the lower", "extended as far as you could see in either direction and lost itself on\n either side in a tangle of briers, elder bushes and dark trees. There", "outing when we arrived at Morton's place. The weather was perfect—the\n first chill of autumn had arrived in the form of a fine, needle-shower", "My weariness from the unaccustomed toil had carried me past the\n point of hunger, but I do remember my first meal at the Farm. We had", "'Beddy-by,' until this entire rock face is reduced to ballast rock.\"\n He indicated a towering slab of stone. We raised our heads only long", "The gate was exactly as the brochure had pictured it: solid and\n massive, it was let into a board fence about ten feet high which", "If I had hoped for respite after \"supper,\" it was at that time that I\n learned not to hope. Back to \"The Big Rock Candy Mountain\" we went, and", "for \"Beddy-by.\" And in a continuous, unbroken motion we slogged into\n another long building, discarded our coveralls, waded through a shallow", "gently haywire. I was conducted to \"The Big Rock Candy Mountain,\" which\n turned out to be a Brobdingnagian manure heap. Its forbidding bulk", "ten-foot barriers of the Misery Camp. We just looked at each other and\n giggled.", "of course we were obliged to change the tires ourselves. This was a new\n experience for both of us, and on the very first day! Everything was as\n advertised, and we hadn't even arrived at the admission gate yet." ], [ "only a brief cessation of the continuing pleasure process. You have\n been one of the fortunate few, Mr. Devoe.\"", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "seams. This meant scraping up the stuff with the hands and refilling\n another paper bag. Needless to say, also, pitchforks and shovels\n were forbidden at the Farm, as was any potentially dangerous object", "and underwear could have come from, as such fripperies were denied to\n us at the Farm. We also wondered about the manure, considering that\n no animals were in evidence here. Both, we concluded, must have been", "authority—No smoking!\n***\nMORTON'S MISERY FARM\n***\n30 acres of swamp—Our own rock", "The gate was exactly as the brochure had pictured it: solid and\n massive, it was let into a board fence about ten feet high which", "My weariness from the unaccustomed toil had carried me past the\n point of hunger, but I do remember my first meal at the Farm. We had", "\"You and Mrs. Devoe may leave tonight or in the morning, just as you\n prefer,\" said the Captain.", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "outing when we arrived at Morton's place. The weather was perfect—the\n first chill of autumn had arrived in the form of a fine, needle-shower", "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "were two strands of barbed wire running along the top. A sign over the\n gate—stark, black lettering on a light gray background—read:\nSilence!—No admission without", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "If I had hoped for respite after \"supper,\" it was at that time that I\n learned not to hope. Back to \"The Big Rock Candy Mountain\" we went, and", "These orgies, it turned out, were held in the building housing\n the admission office. There was a speech choir made up of elderly\n women, all of whom wore the black uniform of the Farm matrons. The", "ten-foot barriers of the Misery Camp. We just looked at each other and\n giggled.", "directly over my face. To this day, I cannot be sure that this bleak\n beacon was ever turned off. I think not. I can only say with certainty", "We were led into a small office at one end of a long, wooden, one-story\n building. A sign on the door said, simply, \"" ], [ "only a brief cessation of the continuing pleasure process. You have\n been one of the fortunate few, Mr. Devoe.\"", "\"You and Mrs. Devoe may leave tonight or in the morning, just as you\n prefer,\" said the Captain.", "\"You had a moment,\" he said, simply and declaratively. \"You didn't miss\n it, did you?\"\n\n\n \"No,\" I replied, not fully understanding. \"No, I didn't miss it.\"", "The Captain was still scrutinizing me from under the dark cliff of his\n brow. A thin smile now took shape on his lipless mouth. One of the", "directly over my face. To this day, I cannot be sure that this bleak\n beacon was ever turned off. I think not. I can only say with certainty", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "I would like more than anything else in the world to be able to say\n honestly that I felt a surge of anger then. I didn't. I can remember\n with terrible clarity that I felt nothing.", "form of the person behind the desk with more clarity than I might\n have wished. He was large, but terribly emaciated, with the kind of\n gauntness that should be covered by a sheet—tenderly, reverently", "\"You'll be sah-reeeee,\" he yelped. I saw him go down into the mud under\n a blow with a kidney-sock from a burly male guard who had been standing\n in the center of the cheerless little circle.", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "relief. I had expected an inarticulate drawl—something not yet\n language, not quite human. Instead his voice was clipped, precise,\n clear as new type on white paper. This gave me hope at a time when hope", "cigarettes with its unbroken cellophane and its twenty, pure white\n cylinders of fragrant Turkish and Virginia, I came as close to weeping\n as I had in forty years.", "was monosyllabic and infrequent, so it may merely be that I recall\n most lucidly those incidents with which some sort of communication was\n associated. A small man sitting opposite me in the mess hall gloomily", "softened and sloughed away. I was, at last, Number 109 at work on a\n monstrous manure pile, and I labored with the muscles and nerves of an", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "The eyes were perhaps the worst feature. They burned like tiny\n phosphorescent creatures, dimly visible deep inside a cave under dark,", "that his voice did not command the entire scene. \"\nHut-ho! hut-ho!\n Hut-ho HAW!", "enough to reassure ourselves of the utter hopelessness of the task\n before us. Not daring to look at each other closely, fearing to see our\n own despair reflected in the faces of others, we picked up our hammers" ] ]

[ "Why do the people on Mars have to take pills?", "Clayton's very first reaction to Parks was:", "Clayton realized he didn't like Mars...", "Why did Clayton enter Sharks alone?", "Why did the First Officer call to speak with the airlock duty crew member?", "Clayton failed to think through what part of his escape plan?", "What happened when Clayton boarded the STS-52?", "What did Parks do that pushed Clayton over the edge?", "When Clayton fought with Parks, he..." ]

[ [ "To survive in low pressure", "To be able to breathe", "To prevent them from getting sick", "To stay warm in the cold" ], [ "envy that he was able to buy whiskey.", "curiosity about his oxygen tube.", "annoyance that he let cold air in through both doors.", "fascination with his Luna story." ], [ "when he met with the parole board.", "when he arrived.", "when he was working in the mines.", "when he committed robbery." ], [ "Clayton didn't want Parks to know the true ingredients of Martian Gin.", "Sharks is wary of strangers.", "Clayton didn't want Parks to know the true cost of Martian Gin.", "Parks was too drunk." ], [ "For him to explain how Clayton got aboard the ship.", "For him to show Clayton around the ship.", "For him to take Clayton to sick bay.", "For him to take Clayton to the kitchen." ], [ "How he would be able to decapacitate the engineers.", "How to keep the STS-52 from catching him.", "How he would be able to steer and maneuver the lifeboat.", "How we would be able to run away once he landed on Earth." ], [ "He was caught and put in the hold.", "He went to sick bay.", "He took Parkinson's place in the kitchen.", "He passed out behind some crates." ], [ "Got them both kicked out of the Recreation Building", "Talked about his life in Indiana", "Told Clayton he's stupid for not going home", "Kept playing the \"Green Hills of Earth\" on the jukebox" ], [ "thought he had just knocked him out.", "left him at his place to sleep it off.", "left him to die.", "put clothes on him to keep him warm." ] ]

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[ [ "That was the thing he hated\n about Mars—the cold. The\n everlasting damned cold! And\n the oxidation pills; take one\n every three hours or smother\n in the poor, thin air.", "Evidently, he didn’t realize\n that fifteen years of Martian\n gravity had so weakened his\n muscles that he could hardly\n walk under the pull of a full\n Earth gee.", "“Now if you was smart,\n you’d go home, where it’s\n warm. Mars wasn’t built for\n people to live on, anyhow. I\n don’t see how you stand it.”", "“Clayton, your last conviction\n was for strong-arm robbery.\n You were given a choice\n between prison on Earth and\n freedom here on Mars. You\n picked Mars.”", "planets with only a minimum\n of change in the environment.”\nSo they made you live outside\n and like it. So you froze\n and you choked and you suffered.", "There was almost no other\n sound in the room, although\n it was full of people. There\n were plenty of colonists who\n claimed to like Mars, but even\n they were silent when that\n song was played.", "Clayton hated Mars. He\n hated the thin air and the\n cold. More than anything, he\n hated the cold.\n\n\n Ron Clayton wanted to go\n home.", "But they would know about\n it on Earth by now. They\n would pick him up the instant\n the ship landed. And the best\n he could hope for was a return\n to Mars.", "man had a bad cold, and Clayton\n turned slowly to look at\n him. After all the sterilization\n they went through before they\n left Earth, nobody on Mars", "boarded—smash through an impenetrable wall of steel. Perhaps he could do\n all these things, but he discovered that Mars did evil things to men; that he", "The heat-sucking frigidity\n of the thin Martian air whispered\n around him in a feeble\n breeze. He shivered a little\n and began walking toward the\n recreation center.", "“You know, of course,” he\n said judiciously, “that you’ll\n be shipped back to Mars immediately.\n And you’ll have to\n work out your passage both\n ways—it will be deducted\n from your pay.”", "Clayton clamped his teeth\n together, making the muscles\n at the side of his jaw stand\n out.\n\n\n Parks didn’t notice. “You\n guys have to take those pills,\n don’t you?”", "back to Clayton. “Pers-nally,\n I don’t see why anybody’d\n stay on Mars. Here y’are,\n practic’ly on the equator in", "He was very clever about\n the whole plan. When turn-over\n came, he pretended to\n get violently spacesick. That\n gave him an opportunity to\n steal a bottle of chloral hydrate\n from the medic’s locker.", "“Mankind is inherently an\n adaptable animal. If we are to\n colonize the planets of the\n Solar System, we must meet\n the conditions on those planets\n as best we can.", "“First one to Mars. Been on\n the Luna run a long time.”\n\n\n “Low pressure bother you\n much?”", "The government could have\n put up domes; it could have\n put in building-to-building\n tunnels, at least. It could have\n done a hell of a lot of things\n to make Mars a decent place\n for human beings.", "to Mars. Luckily, there was no\n way for either planet to communicate\n with the ship; it was\n hard enough to keep a beam\n trained on a planet without", "The iciness didn’t seem to\n go away immediately. It was\n like the mine. Little old Mars\n was cold clear down to her" ], [ "Parks glanced around\n quickly, moving only his eyes.\n “Yeah. I see,” he said softly.\n\n\n “This your first trip?” asked\n Clayton.", "That was when Clayton\n decided he really hated Parks.\n\n\n And when Parks said:\n “Why be dumb, friend? Whyn’t\n you go home?” Clayton\n kicked him in the stomach,\n hard.", "Clayton helped Parks put\n his mask and parka on and\n they walked out into the cold\n night.\n\n\n Parks began to sing\nGreen\n Hills\n. About halfway through,\n he stopped and turned to\n Clayton.", "Parks was nodding vaguely.\n Clayton looked up at the clock\n above the bar and realized\n that they had been talking for\n better than an hour. Parks\n was buying another round.", "“And that, that—” Clayton\n said as Parks doubled over.", "It was a very good story.\n Clayton had made it up himself,\n so he knew that Parks\n had never heard it before. It\n was gory in just the right\n places, with a nice effect at\n the end.", "This guy did have a couple\n of new twists, but not enough\n to make the story worthwhile.\n\n\n “Boy,” Clayton said when\n Parks had finished, “you were\n lucky to come out of that\n alive!”", "The uniform fit Clayton\n fine, and so did the nose mask.\n He dumped his own clothing\n on top of Parks’ nearly nude", "There was, Clayton found,\n only one trouble with Parks.\n He got to talking so loud that\n the bartender refused to serve", "Clayton clamped his teeth\n together, making the muscles\n at the side of his jaw stand\n out.\n\n\n Parks didn’t notice. “You\n guys have to take those pills,\n don’t you?”", "anyway.\nThe Shark still had his light\n on when they arrived. Clayton\n whispered to Parks: “I’ll go\n in. He knows me. He wouldn’t", "Base and I had to walk back—with\n my oxy low. Well, I\n figured—”\nClayton listened to Parks’\n story with a great show of attention,", "As Clayton drank, Parks\n said: “Hey! I better get back\n to the field! I know! We can", "It was quite a walk to the\n Shark’s place. It was so cold\n that even Parks was beginning\n to sober up a little. He\n was laughing like hell when\n Clayton started to sing.", "Then Clayton saw why.\n Parks’ nose tube had come off\n when Clayton’s foot struck\n his head.\n\n\n Parks was breathing heavily,\n but he wasn’t getting any\n oxygen.", "either one of them any more.\nThe bartender said Clayton\n was getting loud, too, but it\n was just because he had to\n talk loud to make Parks hear", "Clayton realized he didn’t\n like Parks. But maybe he’d\n buy a bottle.", "Parks took the bottle, opened\n it, and took a good belt out\n of it.\n\n\n “Hooh!” he breathed.\n “Pretty smooth.”", "That was when the Big\n Idea hit Ron Clayton. With a\n nosepiece on like that, you\n couldn’t tell who a man was.\n He took another drink from\n the jug and then began to\n take Parks’ clothes off.", "Clayton broke into a whining\n rage. “You can’t do that!\n It isn’t fair! I never did anything" ], [ "Clayton hated Mars. He\n hated the thin air and the\n cold. More than anything, he\n hated the cold.\n\n\n Ron Clayton wanted to go\n home.", "back to Clayton. “Pers-nally,\n I don’t see why anybody’d\n stay on Mars. Here y’are,\n practic’ly on the equator in", "That was the thing he hated\n about Mars—the cold. The\n everlasting damned cold! And\n the oxidation pills; take one\n every three hours or smother\n in the poor, thin air.", "wasn’t even Clayton any more. He was only—\nThe Man Who Hated Mars\nBy RANDALL GARRETT\n“I want", "“Clayton, your last conviction\n was for strong-arm robbery.\n You were given a choice\n between prison on Earth and\n freedom here on Mars. You\n picked Mars.”", "To escape from Mars, all Clayton had to do was the impossible. Break out of\n a crack-proof exile camp—get onto a ship that couldn’t be", "He stood there with his eyes\n closed, listening to the music\n and hating Mars.", "fists and his eyes and cursed\n mentally.\nGod, how I hate\n Mars!\nWhen the hauntingly nostalgic", "would go wrong. It\ncouldn’t\ngo wrong. He didn’t want\n to die, and he didn’t want to\n go back to Mars.", "“Now if you was smart,\n you’d go home, where it’s\n warm. Mars wasn’t built for\n people to live on, anyhow. I\n don’t see how you stand it.”", "boarded—smash through an impenetrable wall of steel. Perhaps he could do\n all these things, but he discovered that Mars did evil things to men; that he", "That was when Clayton\n decided he really hated Parks.\n\n\n And when Parks said:\n “Why be dumb, friend? Whyn’t\n you go home?” Clayton\n kicked him in the stomach,\n hard.", "Clayton broke into a whining\n rage. “You can’t do that!\n It isn’t fair! I never did anything", "man had a bad cold, and Clayton\n turned slowly to look at\n him. After all the sterilization\n they went through before they\n left Earth, nobody on Mars", "Clayton realized he didn’t\n like Parks. But maybe he’d\n buy a bottle.", "But they would know about\n it on Earth by now. They\n would pick him up the instant\n the ship landed. And the best\n he could hope for was a return\n to Mars.", "and turn you both in to the\n authorities when we hit\n Earth.” He eyed Clayton.\n “What’s your name?”", "Clayton was right. The fellow\n had an oxygen tube\n clamped firmly over his nose.\n He was wearing the uniform\n of the Space Transport Service.\n\n\n “Just get in on the ship?”\n Clayton asked conversationally.", "Clayton agreed. “It’s always\n cold.” He watched enviously\n as the spaceman ordered\n another whiskey.", "The heat-sucking frigidity\n of the thin Martian air whispered\n around him in a feeble\n breeze. He shivered a little\n and began walking toward the\n recreation center." ], [ "anyway.\nThe Shark still had his light\n on when they arrived. Clayton\n whispered to Parks: “I’ll go\n in. He knows me. He wouldn’t", "It was quite a walk to the\n Shark’s place. It was so cold\n that even Parks was beginning\n to sober up a little. He\n was laughing like hell when\n Clayton started to sing.", "Clayton said: “Let’s go over\n to Sharkie’s. Sharkie will sell\n us a bottle.”", "Clayton got up and went\n outside toward the ship.\n\n\n “Wake up! Hey, you! Wake\n up!”", "Clayton helped Parks put\n his mask and parka on and\n they walked out into the cold\n night.\n\n\n Parks began to sing\nGreen\n Hills\n. About halfway through,\n he stopped and turned to\n Clayton.", "“You wait out here,” Clayton\n said.", "Clayton shook his head and\n tried to stand up in the wreckage.\n He got to his hands and\n knees, dizzy but unhurt, and\n took a deep breath of the fresh\n air that was blowing in\n through the hole in the cabin.", "Clayton grinned. They’d\n never know it wasn’t Parks\n getting on the ship.", "Parks glanced around\n quickly, moving only his eyes.\n “Yeah. I see,” he said softly.\n\n\n “This your first trip?” asked\n Clayton.", "The uniform fit Clayton\n fine, and so did the nose mask.\n He dumped his own clothing\n on top of Parks’ nearly nude", "Clayton didn’t struggle as\n they led him down to the sick\n bay. He was trying to clear\n his head. Where was he? He\n must have been pretty drunk\n last night.", "That was when Clayton\n decided he really hated Parks.\n\n\n And when Parks said:\n “Why be dumb, friend? Whyn’t\n you go home?” Clayton\n kicked him in the stomach,\n hard.", "It took them the better part\n of an hour to get Clayton\n awake enough to realize what\n was going on and where he", "Clayton clamped his teeth\n together, making the muscles\n at the side of his jaw stand\n out.\n\n\n Parks didn’t notice. “You\n guys have to take those pills,\n don’t you?”", "Clayton out of his fair share\n of the Corey payroll job, and\n Clayton had been forced to\n get the money somehow. He", "Then the quartermaster officer\n led Clayton out the door\n and took him to the kitchen.", "Then he’d put Clayton on\n report anyway. Strictly a rat.", "Then Clayton saw why.\n Parks’ nose tube had come off\n when Clayton’s foot struck\n his head.\n\n\n Parks was breathing heavily,\n but he wasn’t getting any\n oxygen.", "Clayton sat for several minutes,\n looking through the\n booklet and drinking from the\n bottle. He emptied it just before\n the warning sirens keened\n through the thin air.", "This guy did have a couple\n of new twists, but not enough\n to make the story worthwhile.\n\n\n “Boy,” Clayton said when\n Parks had finished, “you were\n lucky to come out of that\n alive!”" ], [ "The First pressed a button\n on his desk and spoke into the\n intercom. “Who was on duty\n at the airlock when the crew\n came aboard last night? Send\n him up. I want to talk to him.”", "Clayton was in condition, the\n medic and the quartermaster\n officer who had found him\n took him up to the First Officer’s\n compartment.", "officer’s viewpoint, he was as\n safely imprisoned in the\n spaceship as he would be on\n Mars or a prison on Earth.\nThe First wrote in the log", "was. Even then, he was\n plenty groggy.\nIt was the First Officer of\n the STS-52 who finally got the\n story straight. As soon as", "“He was drunk, all right,”\n supplied the medic. “I found\n this in his pocket.” He flipped\n a booklet to the First Officer.", "“First one to Mars. Been on\n the Luna run a long time.”\n\n\n “Low pressure bother you\n much?”", "Clayton was right. The fellow\n had an oxygen tube\n clamped firmly over his nose.\n He was wearing the uniform\n of the Space Transport Service.\n\n\n “Just get in on the ship?”\n Clayton asked conversationally.", "The lieutenant raised her\n eyes again. “Just be patient\n until I’ve read this.” Her voice\n and eyes were expressionless,\n but her hand moved beneath\n the desk.\nThe frightful carnage would go down in the bloody history of space.", "Once, during his off time,\n he managed to disable one of\n the ship’s two lifeboats. He\n was saving the other for himself.", "When the alarm rang,\n Earth was a mottled globe\n looming hugely beneath the\n ship. Clayton watched the\n dials on the board, and began\n to follow the instructions on\n the landing sheet.", "“You know, of course,” he\n said judiciously, “that you’ll\n be shipped back to Mars immediately.\n And you’ll have to\n work out your passage both\n ways—it will be deducted\n from your pay.”", "Clayton got up and went\n outside toward the ship.\n\n\n “Wake up! Hey, you! Wake\n up!”", "The spaceman took the offered\n hand. “Mine’s Parkinson,\n but everybody calls me\n Parks.”\n\n\n “Sure, Parks. Uh—can I\n buy you a beer?”", "The man nodded and grinned.\n “Yeah. Four hours before\n we take off again.” He poured\n down the whiskey. “Sure cold\n out.”", "He was very clever about\n the whole plan. When turn-over\n came, he pretended to\n get violently spacesick. That\n gave him an opportunity to\n steal a bottle of chloral hydrate\n from the medic’s locker.", "Maybe he could talk the\n spaceman out of a couple of\n drinks.\n\n\n “My name’s Clayton. Ron\n Clayton.”", "The heat-sucking frigidity\n of the thin Martian air whispered\n around him in a feeble\n breeze. He shivered a little\n and began walking toward the\n recreation center.", "He was addressing his request\n to a thin woman sitting\n behind a desk that seemed\n much too big for her. The\n plaque on the desk said:\nLT. PHOEBE HARRIS", "“Not much. We only keep it\n at six pounds in the ships.\n Half helium and half oxygen.\n Only thing that bothers me is", "The ship was eight hours\n out from Earth and still decelerating\n when Clayton pulled\n his getaway." ], [ "Clayton shook his head and\n tried to stand up in the wreckage.\n He got to his hands and\n knees, dizzy but unhurt, and\n took a deep breath of the fresh\n air that was blowing in\n through the hole in the cabin.", "It took them the better part\n of an hour to get Clayton\n awake enough to realize what\n was going on and where he", "“Well, I was drunk,” Clayton\n said defensively. “A man\n doesn’t know what he’s doing\n when he’s drunk.” He frowned\n in concentration. He knew\n he’d have to think up some\n story.", "Clayton didn’t struggle as\n they led him down to the sick\n bay. He was trying to clear\n his head. Where was he? He\n must have been pretty drunk\n last night.", "It didn’t matter. Volunteer\n or convict, there was no place\n Clayton could go. From the", "This guy did have a couple\n of new twists, but not enough\n to make the story worthwhile.\n\n\n “Boy,” Clayton said when\n Parks had finished, “you were\n lucky to come out of that\n alive!”", "Clayton broke into a whining\n rage. “You can’t do that!\n It isn’t fair! I never did anything", "Clayton sat for several minutes,\n looking through the\n booklet and drinking from the\n bottle. He emptied it just before\n the warning sirens keened\n through the thin air.", "Then Clayton saw why.\n Parks’ nose tube had come off\n when Clayton’s foot struck\n his head.\n\n\n Parks was breathing heavily,\n but he wasn’t getting any\n oxygen.", "Clayton pulled himself up\n by holding to the man’s arm.\n The effort made him dizzy\n and nauseated.", "Clayton got up and went\n outside toward the ship.\n\n\n “Wake up! Hey, you! Wake\n up!”", "Slowly, over the days, he\n evolved a plan. He watched\n and waited and checked each\n little detail to make sure nothing", "Clayton couldn’t afford\n whiskey. He probably could\n have by this time, if the mines\n had made him a foreman, like\n they should have.", "To escape from Mars, all Clayton had to do was the impossible. Break out of\n a crack-proof exile camp—get onto a ship that couldn’t be", "“I’m sorry, Clayton. It can’t\n be done. You’re here. Period.\n Forget about trying to get", "Clayton helped Parks put\n his mask and parka on and\n they walked out into the cold\n night.\n\n\n Parks began to sing\nGreen\n Hills\n. About halfway through,\n he stopped and turned to\n Clayton.", "Full instructions\n were printed on the simplified\n control board.\nClayton studied them for\n a while, then set the alarm to", "Clayton out of his fair share\n of the Corey payroll job, and\n Clayton had been forced to\n get the money somehow. He", "Clayton hated Mars. He\n hated the thin air and the\n cold. More than anything, he\n hated the cold.\n\n\n Ron Clayton wanted to go\n home.", "Clayton clamped his teeth\n together, making the muscles\n at the side of his jaw stand\n out.\n\n\n Parks didn’t notice. “You\n guys have to take those pills,\n don’t you?”" ], [ "was. Even then, he was\n plenty groggy.\nIt was the First Officer of\n the STS-52 who finally got the\n story straight. As soon as", "Clayton was right. The fellow\n had an oxygen tube\n clamped firmly over his nose.\n He was wearing the uniform\n of the Space Transport Service.\n\n\n “Just get in on the ship?”\n Clayton asked conversationally.", "Then he turned on the\n drive, set it at half a gee, and\n watched the STS-52 drop behind", "Beneath the dream was the\n calm assurance that they\n would never catch him and\n send him back. When the\n STS-52 failed to show up,\n they would think he had been\n lost with it. They would never\n look for him.", "20 January 2102\nTo: Space Transport Service\n\n Subject: Lifeship 2, STS-52\n\n Attention Mr. P. D. Latimer", "The ship was eight hours\n out from Earth and still decelerating\n when Clayton pulled\n his getaway.", "Clayton got up and went\n outside toward the ship.\n\n\n “Wake up! Hey, you! Wake\n up!”", "Clayton shook his head and\n tried to stand up in the wreckage.\n He got to his hands and\n knees, dizzy but unhurt, and\n took a deep breath of the fresh\n air that was blowing in\n through the hole in the cabin.", "When the alarm rang,\n Earth was a mottled globe\n looming hugely beneath the\n ship. Clayton watched the\n dials on the board, and began\n to follow the instructions on\n the landing sheet.", "and turn you both in to the\n authorities when we hit\n Earth.” He eyed Clayton.\n “What’s your name?”", "Clayton was in condition, the\n medic and the quartermaster\n officer who had found him\n took him up to the First Officer’s\n compartment.", "neatly within a few hundred\n miles of the spaceport in\n Utah, the destination of the\n STS-52.", "Full instructions\n were printed on the simplified\n control board.\nClayton studied them for\n a while, then set the alarm to", "Maybe he could talk the\n spaceman out of a couple of\n drinks.\n\n\n “My name’s Clayton. Ron\n Clayton.”", "Clayton sat for several minutes,\n looking through the\n booklet and drinking from the\n bottle. He emptied it just before\n the warning sirens keened\n through the thin air.", "Clayton hated Mars. He\n hated the thin air and the\n cold. More than anything, he\n hated the cold.\n\n\n Ron Clayton wanted to go\n home.", "It took them the better part\n of an hour to get Clayton\n awake enough to realize what\n was going on and where he", "Clayton pulled himself up\n by holding to the man’s arm.\n The effort made him dizzy\n and nauseated.", "Dear Paul,\n\n\n I have on hand the copies\n of your reports on the rescue\n of the men on the disabled\n STS-52. It is fortunate that\n the Lunar radar stations could\n compute their orbit.", "“Clayton, your last conviction\n was for strong-arm robbery.\n You were given a choice\n between prison on Earth and\n freedom here on Mars. You\n picked Mars.”" ], [ "That was when Clayton\n decided he really hated Parks.\n\n\n And when Parks said:\n “Why be dumb, friend? Whyn’t\n you go home?” Clayton\n kicked him in the stomach,\n hard.", "“And that, that—” Clayton\n said as Parks doubled over.", "Clayton helped Parks put\n his mask and parka on and\n they walked out into the cold\n night.\n\n\n Parks began to sing\nGreen\n Hills\n. About halfway through,\n he stopped and turned to\n Clayton.", "There was, Clayton found,\n only one trouble with Parks.\n He got to talking so loud that\n the bartender refused to serve", "Parks was nodding vaguely.\n Clayton looked up at the clock\n above the bar and realized\n that they had been talking for\n better than an hour. Parks\n was buying another round.", "It was a very good story.\n Clayton had made it up himself,\n so he knew that Parks\n had never heard it before. It\n was gory in just the right\n places, with a nice effect at\n the end.", "either one of them any more.\nThe bartender said Clayton\n was getting loud, too, but it\n was just because he had to\n talk loud to make Parks hear", "This guy did have a couple\n of new twists, but not enough\n to make the story worthwhile.\n\n\n “Boy,” Clayton said when\n Parks had finished, “you were\n lucky to come out of that\n alive!”", "The uniform fit Clayton\n fine, and so did the nose mask.\n He dumped his own clothing\n on top of Parks’ nearly nude", "Clayton clamped his teeth\n together, making the muscles\n at the side of his jaw stand\n out.\n\n\n Parks didn’t notice. “You\n guys have to take those pills,\n don’t you?”", "As Clayton drank, Parks\n said: “Hey! I better get back\n to the field! I know! We can", "Parks glanced around\n quickly, moving only his eyes.\n “Yeah. I see,” he said softly.\n\n\n “This your first trip?” asked\n Clayton.", "anyway.\nThe Shark still had his light\n on when they arrived. Clayton\n whispered to Parks: “I’ll go\n in. He knows me. He wouldn’t", "Base and I had to walk back—with\n my oxy low. Well, I\n figured—”\nClayton listened to Parks’\n story with a great show of attention,", "Then Clayton saw why.\n Parks’ nose tube had come off\n when Clayton’s foot struck\n his head.\n\n\n Parks was breathing heavily,\n but he wasn’t getting any\n oxygen.", "Clayton broke into a whining\n rage. “You can’t do that!\n It isn’t fair! I never did anything", "That was when the Big\n Idea hit Ron Clayton. With a\n nosepiece on like that, you\n couldn’t tell who a man was.\n He took another drink from\n the jug and then began to\n take Parks’ clothes off.", "It was quite a walk to the\n Shark’s place. It was so cold\n that even Parks was beginning\n to sober up a little. He\n was laughing like hell when\n Clayton started to sing.", "He said it again as he kicked\n him in the head. And in\n the ribs. Parks was gasping\n as he writhed on the ground,\n but he soon lay still.", "“Well, I was drunk,” Clayton\n said defensively. “A man\n doesn’t know what he’s doing\n when he’s drunk.” He frowned\n in concentration. He knew\n he’d have to think up some\n story." ], [ "That was when Clayton\n decided he really hated Parks.\n\n\n And when Parks said:\n “Why be dumb, friend? Whyn’t\n you go home?” Clayton\n kicked him in the stomach,\n hard.", "“And that, that—” Clayton\n said as Parks doubled over.", "Clayton helped Parks put\n his mask and parka on and\n they walked out into the cold\n night.\n\n\n Parks began to sing\nGreen\n Hills\n. About halfway through,\n he stopped and turned to\n Clayton.", "The uniform fit Clayton\n fine, and so did the nose mask.\n He dumped his own clothing\n on top of Parks’ nearly nude", "This guy did have a couple\n of new twists, but not enough\n to make the story worthwhile.\n\n\n “Boy,” Clayton said when\n Parks had finished, “you were\n lucky to come out of that\n alive!”", "Parks was nodding vaguely.\n Clayton looked up at the clock\n above the bar and realized\n that they had been talking for\n better than an hour. Parks\n was buying another round.", "Then Clayton saw why.\n Parks’ nose tube had come off\n when Clayton’s foot struck\n his head.\n\n\n Parks was breathing heavily,\n but he wasn’t getting any\n oxygen.", "Parks glanced around\n quickly, moving only his eyes.\n “Yeah. I see,” he said softly.\n\n\n “This your first trip?” asked\n Clayton.", "There was, Clayton found,\n only one trouble with Parks.\n He got to talking so loud that\n the bartender refused to serve", "Clayton clamped his teeth\n together, making the muscles\n at the side of his jaw stand\n out.\n\n\n Parks didn’t notice. “You\n guys have to take those pills,\n don’t you?”", "It was a very good story.\n Clayton had made it up himself,\n so he knew that Parks\n had never heard it before. It\n was gory in just the right\n places, with a nice effect at\n the end.", "He said it again as he kicked\n him in the head. And in\n the ribs. Parks was gasping\n as he writhed on the ground,\n but he soon lay still.", "anyway.\nThe Shark still had his light\n on when they arrived. Clayton\n whispered to Parks: “I’ll go\n in. He knows me. He wouldn’t", "As Clayton drank, Parks\n said: “Hey! I better get back\n to the field! I know! We can", "either one of them any more.\nThe bartender said Clayton\n was getting loud, too, but it\n was just because he had to\n talk loud to make Parks hear", "It was quite a walk to the\n Shark’s place. It was so cold\n that even Parks was beginning\n to sober up a little. He\n was laughing like hell when\n Clayton started to sing.", "Base and I had to walk back—with\n my oxy low. Well, I\n figured—”\nClayton listened to Parks’\n story with a great show of attention,", "That was when the Big\n Idea hit Ron Clayton. With a\n nosepiece on like that, you\n couldn’t tell who a man was.\n He took another drink from\n the jug and then began to\n take Parks’ clothes off.", "Clayton grinned. They’d\n never know it wasn’t Parks\n getting on the ship.", "Clayton broke into a whining\n rage. “You can’t do that!\n It isn’t fair! I never did anything" ] ]

[ "Why did the Stryker not want to land on Alphard Six immediately ", "How was the ship’s ZIT drive damaged? ", "Why was Striker reluctant to contact the civilization on Alphard six?", "How was the crew sure that the life on Alphard Six was not a resurgent colony? ", "How was the crew sure that the attack from Alphard Six did not come from the Hymenops? ", "How was the society on Alphard Six generating power? ", "Why did the crew think that it was impossible that an ancient Terran crew had settled Alphard Six?", "Why did Gibson reassure Farrell that they were not in danger after his ship had crashed? ", "How were the Terrans able to reach and colonize Alphard Six? " ]

[ [ "He knew that there was a hostile Terran settlement on the planet ", "They were merely on a reconnaissance mission ", "The reclamation’s handbook stated not to do so ", "He knew that there were Hymenops on the planet " ], [ "In an attack by the Hymenops ", "By overuse because the crew had not landed for rest in too long of a time ", "In an attack by the hostile Terran colony ", "On accident when the Terran contact ship was destroyed" ], [ "He thought they were hostile enough to attack the ship ", "He thought they were a trap set by the Hymenops", "He thought they would want to remain undisturbed", "He received direct orders from Gibson not too " ], [ "The Hymenops has destroyed all life in the sector ", "The planet was not hospitable for life ", "It had never been colonized in the first place ", "They had been contacted and told that such was the case " ], [ "There were no signs of the Hymenops housing structures anywhere", "There had been no Hymenops in the sector for a long time ", "All of the other answers are correct ", "The type of weapon was too crude to be from the Hymenops " ], [ "By using old Hymenops technology ", "By using the energy from the nearby star", "By converting their crashed ship", "By building nuclear power generators" ], [ "The Hymenops had destroyed all of the ancient settlers ", "They were using technology too advanced to be ancient Terrans ", "All of the other answers are correct ", "None of the rocket propulsion ships had ever made it to a habitable planet before" ], [ "The crew of the Marco Four had subdued the local settlers ", "The attack had been by an unmanned ship ", "They had landed in a deserted portion of the planet ", "The local settlers were hospitable and altruistic " ], [ "The rocket propulsion ship had succeeded in its mission ", "They had been captured and dropped off by the Hymenops ", "They had just arrived within the past few hundred years from a neighboring colony ", "They were not Terrans, but a very similar extraterrestrial race" ] ]

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[ [ "\"It couldn't have been built\n here,\" Stryker said. \"Alphard\n Six was surveyed just before the", "\"I doubt that they can. Any\n installation crudely enough\n equipped to trust in guided missiles\n is hardly likely to have developed\n efficient space craft.\"\n\n\n Stryker was not reassured.", "Reclamations crew, would have\n set the\nMarco Four\ndown at\n once but for the greater caution\n of Stryker, nominally captain of", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "floor in a jangling roar of\n alarms.\n\"So the Handbook tacticians\n knew what they were about,\"\n Stryker said minutes later. Deliberately", "Farrell, as Stryker had expected,\n interrupted with characteristic\n impatience. \"Do you\nsleep", "risk our necks and a valuable\n Reorientations ship by landing\n blind on an unobserved planet.\n We're too close already. Cut in", "\"Are thrust reaction jets,\"\n Stryker finished in an awed\n voice. \"Primitive isn't the word,", "Stryker lumbered past him\n and took the controls, spiraling\n the\nMarco Four\ndown. Men", "\"Alphard Six was surveyed and\n seeded with Terran bacteria\n around the year 3000, but the\n Bees invaded before we could", "sleep\nwith that damned Reclamations\n Handbook, Lee? Alphard Six\n isn't an unreclaimed world—it\n was never colonized before the", "Farrell stared in blank disbelief\n at the anomalous craft on\n the screen. Primitive, as Stryker", "\"The Bees have been gone for\n over a hundred years,\" Stryker\n said. \"Colonists might have migrated\n from another Terran-occupied\n planet.\"\n\n\n Gibson disagreed.", "Stryker's voice followed, querulous\n with worry: \"I'd better\n pull Xav back. It may be something\n lethal.\"", "\"Arthur's right,\" Stryker said\n reluctantly. \"An atomic-powered\n ship\ncouldn't", "Stryker's caution was justified\n on the instant. The speeding\n streamlined shape that had flashed\n up unobserved from below", "\"There were three empty\n domes on Five, which is a desert\n planet,\" Farrell pointed out.\n \"Why didn't they settle Six? It's\n a more habitable world.\"", "Stryker turned on him almost\n angrily. \"If they're not Hymenops\n or humans or aliens, then" ], [ "\"Nothing damaged but the\n Zero Interval Transfer computer.\n I can realign that in a couple\n of hours, but it'll have to be", "Xavier's mellow drone assumed\n the convention vibrato that\n indicated stark puzzlement. \"Its\n breached hull makes the ship incapable\n of flight. Apparently it\n is used only to supply power to\n the outlying hamlets.\"", "The ship darted up under his\n manipulation and arrowed into\n space with an acceleration that\n sprung his knees and made his\n vision swim blackly.", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "Farrell sat up, groaning,\n when full consciousness made his\n position clear. He had been shot\n down by God knew what sort of\n devastating unorthodox weapon\n and was a prisoner in the\n grounded ship.", "sharply into his musing. \"The\n ship has discovered the scouter\n and is training an electronic\n beam upon it. My instruments\n record an electromagnetic vibration", "damage done to the ship's more\n fragile equipment, and to Xavier,\n who searched the planet's\n surface with the ship's magnoscanner.\n The", "contact us in the fear that we\n might overlook their settlement\n and move on. The boat was\n atomic powered, and our shield\n screens set off its engines.\"", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "Stryker lumbered past him\n and took the controls, spiraling\n the\nMarco Four\ndown. Men", "\"I think the ship was built on\n Terra during the Twenty-second\n Century,\" Gibson said calmly.\n \"The atomic wars during that", "done before we hit Transfer\n again.\"\nStryker looked dubious.\n \"What if the issue is forced before\n the ZIT unit is repaired?", "swerved sharply and exploded in\n a cataclysmic blaze of atomic\n fire that rocked the ship wildly\n and flung the three men to the", "aboard, or their ancestors. That\n expedition perished after less\n than a light-year when its\n hydroponics system failed. The\n Hymenops found the ship derelict", "Such a weapon as had brought\n down the helihopper and scouter\n was patently beyond reach of his\n own latter-day technology. Perhaps,", "propulsion tubes, it lay at the\n center of its square like a rusted\n relic of a past largely destroyed\n and all but forgotten. What a", "was one of the first systems\n the Bees took over. It must\n have been one of the last to be\n abandoned when they pulled back\n to 70 Ophiuchi.\"", "had labored erased his\n earlier irritation, and he chuckled\n commiseratingly. \"They had\n one small boat left for emergency\n missions, and sent it up to", "Stryker said plaintively, \"If\n you're right, Gib, then we're\n more in the dark than ever. How\n could a Terran-built ship eleven\n hundred years old get\nhere\n?\"", "\"But the ship wasn't here in\n 3000,\" Gibson said, \"and it is\n now. Therefore it must have arrived\n at some time during the\n two hundred years of Hymenop\n occupation and evacuation.\"" ], [ "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "\"I doubt that they can. Any\n installation crudely enough\n equipped to trust in guided missiles\n is hardly likely to have developed\n efficient space craft.\"\n\n\n Stryker was not reassured.", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "\"It couldn't have been built\n here,\" Stryker said. \"Alphard\n Six was surveyed just before the", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "Reclamations crew, would have\n set the\nMarco Four\ndown at\n once but for the greater caution\n of Stryker, nominally captain of", "contact us in the fear that we\n might overlook their settlement\n and move on. The boat was\n atomic powered, and our shield\n screens set off its engines.\"", "stumped to begin with,\" Gibson\n finished. \"Because we're not\n equipped to evaluate the psychology\n of alien motivation. We've\n got to determine first which case", "\"Alphard Six was surveyed and\n seeded with Terran bacteria\n around the year 3000, but the\n Bees invaded before we could", "\"Don't,\" Gibson's baritone advised.\n Surprisingly, there was\n excitement in the engineer's\n voice. \"I think they're trying to\n communicate with us.\"", "\"The Bees have been gone for\n over a hundred years,\" Stryker\n said. \"Colonists might have migrated\n from another Terran-occupied\n planet.\"\n\n\n Gibson disagreed.", "Farrell shook his head. \"It's\n a reverse application, isn't it of\n the old saw about Terrans being\n incapable of understanding an\n alien culture?\"", "Farrell stared in blank disbelief\n at the anomalous craft on\n the screen. Primitive, as Stryker", "colonize. And that means we'll\n have to rule out any resurgent\n colonial group down there, because\n Six never had a colony in\n the beginning.\"", "\"Arthur's right,\" Stryker said\n reluctantly. \"An atomic-powered\n ship\ncouldn't", "the hope that a later expedition\n would find them. They found the\n truth hard to take, but they're\n eager to enjoy the fruits of Terran\n assimilation.\"", "Gibson said seriously, \"Not\n probable, Lee. The same objection\n that rules out the Bees applies\n to any trans-Alphardian", "the rest of the night and most\n of today. These Alphardians are\n friendly, so desperately happy to\n be found again that it's really\n pathetic.\"", "light-years from Sol, at\n the old limits of Terran expansion,\n and there's no knowing\n what we may turn up here. Alphard's", "\"We've touched at every inhabited\n world in this sector, Lee,\n and not one surviving colony has\n developed space travel on its" ], [ "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "colonize. And that means we'll\n have to rule out any resurgent\n colonial group down there, because\n Six never had a colony in\n the beginning.\"", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "\"Alphard Six was surveyed and\n seeded with Terran bacteria\n around the year 3000, but the\n Bees invaded before we could", "We never found a colony so\n advanced, Farrell thought. Suppose\n this is a Hymenop experiment\n that really paid off? The", "sleep\nwith that damned Reclamations\n Handbook, Lee? Alphard Six\n isn't an unreclaimed world—it\n was never colonized before the", "\"It couldn't have been built\n here,\" Stryker said. \"Alphard\n Six was surveyed just before the", "light-years from Sol, at\n the old limits of Terran expansion,\n and there's no knowing\n what we may turn up here. Alphard's", "\"We've touched at every inhabited\n world in this sector, Lee,\n and not one surviving colony has\n developed space travel on its", "\"Succeeding generations of\n colonists grew up accepting the\n fact that their ship had missed\n Sirius and made planetfall here—they", "aboard, or their ancestors. That\n expedition perished after less\n than a light-year when its\n hydroponics system failed. The\n Hymenops found the ship derelict", "\"The Bees have been gone for\n over a hundred years,\" Stryker\n said. \"Colonists might have migrated\n from another Terran-occupied\n planet.\"\n\n\n Gibson disagreed.", "Farrell threw up his hands in\n disgust. \"Next you'll say this is\n an ancient Terran expedition\n that actually succeeded! There's", "the hope that a later expedition\n would find them. They found the\n truth hard to take, but they're\n eager to enjoy the fruits of Terran\n assimilation.\"", "\"If they're neither Hymenops\n nor resurgent colonists,\" he said,\n \"then there's only one choice remaining—they're", "\"They're not alien,\" Gibson\n said positively. \"Their architecture\n is Terran, and so is their\n ship. The ship is incredibly\n primitive, though; those batteries\n of tubes at either end—\"", "Gibson said seriously, \"Not\n probable, Lee. The same objection\n that rules out the Bees applies\n to any trans-Alphardian", "Six on the screen was\n infinitely welcome after the arid\n desolation and stinking swamplands\n of the inner planets, an\n airy jewel of a world that might", "\"Then we can eliminate this\n one now,\" Farrell said flatly. \"It\n entails a thousand-year voyage," ], [ "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "\"The Hymenops were long-range\n planners, remember, and masters\n of hypnotic conditioning. They\n stocked the ship with a captive", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "aboard, or their ancestors. That\n expedition perished after less\n than a light-year when its\n hydroponics system failed. The\n Hymenops found the ship derelict", "\"Alphard Six was surveyed and\n seeded with Terran bacteria\n around the year 3000, but the\n Bees invaded before we could", "\"But the ship wasn't here in\n 3000,\" Gibson said, \"and it is\n now. Therefore it must have arrived\n at some time during the\n two hundred years of Hymenop\n occupation and evacuation.\"", "\"It couldn't have been built\n here,\" Stryker said. \"Alphard\n Six was surveyed just before the", "Stryker turned on him almost\n angrily. \"If they're not Hymenops\n or humans or aliens, then", "sharply into his musing. \"The\n ship has discovered the scouter\n and is training an electronic\n beam upon it. My instruments\n record an electromagnetic vibration", "We never found a colony so\n advanced, Farrell thought. Suppose\n this is a Hymenop experiment\n that really paid off? The", "The\nMarco Four\n, Ringwave\n generators humming gently,\n hung at the moment just\n inside the orbit of Alphard Six's", "he thought, its possession\n explained the presence of these\n people here in the first stronghold\n of the Hymenops; perhaps\n they had even fought and defeated", "\"They're not alien,\" Gibson\n said positively. \"Their architecture\n is Terran, and so is their\n ship. The ship is incredibly\n primitive, though; those batteries\n of tubes at either end—\"", "was one of the first systems\n the Bees took over. It must\n have been one of the last to be\n abandoned when they pulled back\n to 70 Ophiuchi.\"", "\"I doubt that they can. Any\n installation crudely enough\n equipped to trust in guided missiles\n is hardly likely to have developed\n efficient space craft.\"\n\n\n Stryker was not reassured.", "still don't know where\n they really are—by luck. They\n never knew about the Hymenops,\n and they've struggled along\n with an inadequate technology in", "The ship darted up under his\n manipulation and arrowed into\n space with an acceleration that\n sprung his knees and made his\n vision swim blackly.", "contact us in the fear that we\n might overlook their settlement\n and move on. The boat was\n atomic powered, and our shield\n screens set off its engines.\"", "own. The Hymenops had a hundred\n years to condition their human\n slaves to ignorance of\n everything beyond their immediate\n environment—the motives" ], [ "The\nMarco Four\n, Ringwave\n generators humming gently,\n hung at the moment just\n inside the orbit of Alphard Six's", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "\"Alphard Six was surveyed and\n seeded with Terran bacteria\n around the year 3000, but the\n Bees invaded before we could", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "\"It couldn't have been built\n here,\" Stryker said. \"Alphard\n Six was surveyed just before the", "Xavier's mellow drone assumed\n the convention vibrato that\n indicated stark puzzlement. \"Its\n breached hull makes the ship incapable\n of flight. Apparently it\n is used only to supply power to\n the outlying hamlets.\"", "leaving the mechanical outside\n making patient explanations\n to an excited group of Alphardians.", "sleep\nwith that damned Reclamations\n Handbook, Lee? Alphard Six\n isn't an unreclaimed world—it\n was never colonized before the", "light-years from Sol, at\n the old limits of Terran expansion,\n and there's no knowing\n what we may turn up here. Alphard's", "Six on the screen was\n infinitely welcome after the arid\n desolation and stinking swamplands\n of the inner planets, an\n airy jewel of a world that might", "\"Succeeding generations of\n colonists grew up accepting the\n fact that their ship had missed\n Sirius and made planetfall here—they", "by cultivated fields.\n There is one city of perhaps a\n thousand buildings with a central\n square. In the square rests\n a grounded spaceship of approximately", "The ship darted up under his\n manipulation and arrowed into\n space with an acceleration that\n sprung his knees and made his\n vision swim blackly.", "the rest of the night and most\n of today. These Alphardians are\n friendly, so desperately happy to\n be found again that it's really\n pathetic.\"", "open port near the corridor's end\n relieved the blankness of wall\n and let in a flood of reddish Alphardian\n sunlight; Farrell slowed", "contact us in the fear that we\n might overlook their settlement\n and move on. The boat was\n atomic powered, and our shield\n screens set off its engines.\"", "\"The Hymenops were long-range\n planners, remember, and masters\n of hypnotic conditioning. They\n stocked the ship with a captive", "was one of the first systems\n the Bees took over. It must\n have been one of the last to be\n abandoned when they pulled back\n to 70 Ophiuchi.\"", "sharply into his musing. \"The\n ship has discovered the scouter\n and is training an electronic\n beam upon it. My instruments\n record an electromagnetic vibration" ], [ "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "Farrell threw up his hands in\n disgust. \"Next you'll say this is\n an ancient Terran expedition\n that actually succeeded! There's", "\"It couldn't have been built\n here,\" Stryker said. \"Alphard\n Six was surveyed just before the", "\"Alphard Six was surveyed and\n seeded with Terran bacteria\n around the year 3000, but the\n Bees invaded before we could", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "Farrell shook his head. \"It's\n a reverse application, isn't it of\n the old saw about Terrans being\n incapable of understanding an\n alien culture?\"", "light-years from Sol, at\n the old limits of Terran expansion,\n and there's no knowing\n what we may turn up here. Alphard's", "colonize. And that means we'll\n have to rule out any resurgent\n colonial group down there, because\n Six never had a colony in\n the beginning.\"", "Stryker said plaintively, \"If\n you're right, Gib, then we're\n more in the dark than ever. How\n could a Terran-built ship eleven\n hundred years old get\nhere\n?\"", "aboard, or their ancestors. That\n expedition perished after less\n than a light-year when its\n hydroponics system failed. The\n Hymenops found the ship derelict", "\"The Bees have been gone for\n over a hundred years,\" Stryker\n said. \"Colonists might have migrated\n from another Terran-occupied\n planet.\"\n\n\n Gibson disagreed.", "the hope that a later expedition\n would find them. They found the\n truth hard to take, but they're\n eager to enjoy the fruits of Terran\n assimilation.\"", "We never found a colony so\n advanced, Farrell thought. Suppose\n this is a Hymenop experiment\n that really paid off? The", "sleep\nwith that damned Reclamations\n Handbook, Lee? Alphard Six\n isn't an unreclaimed world—it\n was never colonized before the", "\"The obvious premise is that\n a Terran ship must have been\n built by Terrans. Question: Was\n it flown here, or built here?\"", "Gibson said seriously, \"Not\n probable, Lee. The same objection\n that rules out the Bees applies\n to any trans-Alphardian", "\"They really came from Terra?\n They lived through a thousand\n years of flight?\"", "\"Which means that they're\n Terran, and can be dealt with\n according to Reclamations routine.\n Is that hulk spaceworthy,\n Xav?\"", "Five are over two hundred years\n old, which means that the Bees\n were here before the ship came.\n Why didn't they blast it or enslave\n its crew?\"" ], [ "Gibson put a reassuring hand\n on Farrell's arm. \"It's all right,\n Arthur. There's no trouble.\"", "Farrell put his hands to his\n temples and groaned. \"The crash\n must have scrambled my wits.\n Gib, where\ndid\nthey come from?\"", "Farrell said dumbly, \"I don't\n understand. They didn't shoot\n you and Xav down too?\"\n\n\n It was Gibson's turn to stare.", "When Farrell refused to be\n baited Stryker turned to Gibson,\n who was busily assessing the", "Farrell sat up, groaning,\n when full consciousness made his\n position clear. He had been shot\n down by God knew what sort of\n devastating unorthodox weapon\n and was a prisoner in the\n grounded ship.", "applies here.\"\nHe waited for Farrell's expected\n irony, and when the\n navigator forestalled him by remaining\n grimly quiet, continued.", "\"They're not alien,\" Gibson\n said positively. \"Their architecture\n is Terran, and so is their\n ship. The ship is incredibly\n primitive, though; those batteries\n of tubes at either end—\"", "\"Don't,\" Gibson's baritone advised.\n Surprisingly, there was\n excitement in the engineer's\n voice. \"I think they're trying to\n communicate with us.\"", "\"We haven't touched on all the\n possibilities,\" Gibson reminded\n him. \"We haven't even established\n yet that these people were", "\"At least they're human,\"\n Farrell said. Relief replaced in\n some measure his earlier uneasiness.", "\"But this was never an unreclaimed\n world,\" Farrell said\n with the faint malice of one too\n recently caught in the wrong.", "\"We cracked the communications\n problem early last night,\"\n Gibson said. \"These people use\n an ancient system of electromagnetic", "\"No point in taking chances,\"\n Gibson said in his neutral baritone.\n He shrugged thick bare", "Farrell felt the familiar chill\n of uneasiness that inevitably\n preceded this moment of decision.\n He was not lacking in courage,", "swarmed outside the ports when\n the Reclamations craft settled\n gently to the square again. Gibson\n and Xavier reached the ship\n first; Gibson came inside quickly,", "\"What the hell are you doing,\n Arthur? Take us down!\"\n\n\n Farrell gaped at him, speechless.", "Farrell shook his head. \"It's\n a reverse application, isn't it of\n the old saw about Terrans being\n incapable of understanding an\n alien culture?\"", "\"Good enough,\" Farrell said.\n And to Xavier, who had not\n moved from his post at the magnoscanner:\n \"How does it look,\n Xav? Have you pinned down\n their base yet?\"", "\"It wasn't a torpedo at all,\"\n Stryker put in. Understanding\n of the error under which Farrell", "The fat medic turned and\n said something urgent in his\n unintelligible tongue. Farrell,\n dazed by the enormity of what" ], [ "\"Alphard Six was surveyed and\n seeded with Terran bacteria\n around the year 3000, but the\n Bees invaded before we could", "light-years from Sol, at\n the old limits of Terran expansion,\n and there's no knowing\n what we may turn up here. Alphard's", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "sleep\nwith that damned Reclamations\n Handbook, Lee? Alphard Six\n isn't an unreclaimed world—it\n was never colonized before the", "\"We've touched at every inhabited\n world in this sector, Lee,\n and not one surviving colony has\n developed space travel on its", "The\nMarco Four\n, Ringwave\n generators humming gently,\n hung at the moment just\n inside the orbit of Alphard Six's", "Terra before then for the nearer\n stars. The human race climbed\n out of its pit again during the\n Twenty-third Century and developed\n the technology that gave", "aboard, or their ancestors. That\n expedition perished after less\n than a light-year when its\n hydroponics system failed. The\n Hymenops found the ship derelict", "\"Succeeding generations of\n colonists grew up accepting the\n fact that their ship had missed\n Sirius and made planetfall here—they", "\"It couldn't have been built\n here,\" Stryker said. \"Alphard\n Six was surveyed just before the", "colonize. And that means we'll\n have to rule out any resurgent\n colonial group down there, because\n Six never had a colony in\n the beginning.\"", "\"Which means that they're\n Terran, and can be dealt with\n according to Reclamations routine.\n Is that hulk spaceworthy,\n Xav?\"", "\"They really came from Terra?\n They lived through a thousand\n years of flight?\"", "aliens from a\n system we haven't reached yet,\n beyond the old sphere of Terran\n exploration. We always assumed\n that we'd find other races out", "Six on the screen was\n infinitely welcome after the arid\n desolation and stinking swamplands\n of the inner planets, an\n airy jewel of a world that might", "Farrell threw up his hands in\n disgust. \"Next you'll say this is\n an ancient Terran expedition\n that actually succeeded! There's", "\"I think the ship was built on\n Terra during the Twenty-second\n Century,\" Gibson said calmly.\n \"The atomic wars during that", "\"The obvious premise is that\n a Terran ship must have been\n built by Terrans. Question: Was\n it flown here, or built here?\"" ] ]

[ "What of the following is *not* one of the ways the author outlines that the dissemination system of peer-reviewed research is flawed.", "How are publisher \"bundle\" deals harmful to libraries?", "Which is *not* an impact on libraries of restrictions on electronic journals?", "Which of these stakeholders most often retain ownership rights to an article?", "What does the example from the University of Croesus help show?", "Which is an argument against OA digital access?", "\"Knowledge is nonrivalrous\" means...", "How much of peer-reviewed journals remain toll-access today?", "The author compared the profit margins of the largest journal publishers to those of what industry?", "Research faculty and libraries generally don't work together to enact reform because:" ]

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[ [ "which the current system of disseminating peer-reviewed research is deeply", "We need a system of research dissemination that scales with the growth of research volume. The subscription or toll-access system scales negatively by shrinking the accessible percentage of research as research itself continues to grow.", "Last and not least, publishers exercise their control over research articles through copyright, a temporary government-created monopoly.", "Conventional for-profit journals can increase their profit margins by decreasing their rejection rates. Reducing the rejection rate reduces the number of articles a journal must peer review for each article it publishes.", "This exacerbates the problem for researchers because journals from these", "When most peer-reviewed research journals are toll access, a pricing crisis entails an access crisis. Before the rise of OA, all peer-reviewed journals were toll access, and even today about three-quarters of peer-reviewed journals are toll access.", "for most peer-reviewed research. If they’re wrong about the need", "At some point we should trust the math more than special-interest lobbies. Among the many who have done the math, the University of California concluded that the subscription model for research journals is “incontrovertibly unsustainable.”", "There are lamentably many problems for which OA is part", "Conventional publishers acquire their key assets from academics without charge. Authors donate the texts of new articles and the rights to publish them. Editors and referees donate the peer-review judgments to improve and validate their quality.", "In short, conventional publishers regard easy online sharing as a problem while researchers and libraries regard it as a solution. The internet is widening the gap between the interests of conventional publishers and the interests of researchers and research institutions.", "Conventional publishers often criticize OA initiatives for “interfering with the market,” but scholarly publishing is permeated by state action, public subsidies, gift culture, and anticompetitive practices.", "manuscripts. One result is that the journal crisis, concentrated in", "of Elsevier, once argued that “the government needs to lay", "institutions and paid with public money. Even when researchers and", "their journals, and even more to the libraries who don’t.", "had with print journals. But these business reasons create pernicious", "deeply dysfunctional for researchers and their institutions, even if highly", "and peer reviewers work at private universities, their institutions are", "or markets. Authors, editors, and referees—the whole team that" ], [ "Large conventional publishers spend some of the money they extract from libraries on marketing and “content protection” measures that benefit publishers far more than users. Indeed, the content protection measures don’t benefit users at all and make the texts less useful.", "deals,” which reduce the bargaining power of libraries and the", "By soaking up library budgets, big deals harm journals from", "The largest publishers minimize cancellations by bundling hundreds or thousands", "titles. Bundling gives libraries little room to save money with", "from small nonprofit publishers excluded from the bundles. This", "In short, conventional publishers regard easy online sharing as a problem while researchers and libraries regard it as a solution. The internet is widening the gap between the interests of conventional publishers and the interests of researchers and research institutions.", "even further. In 2009, three academics launched the Big Deal", "quality. Without bundling, libraries would have responded to the pricing", "Conventional publishers use a business model that depends on access", "Conventional publishers often criticize OA initiatives for “interfering with the market,” but scholarly publishing is permeated by state action, public subsidies, gift culture, and anticompetitive practices.", "I make this list library-centric rather than user-centric because the pricing crisis has nearly killed off individual subscriptions. Most subscribers to toll-access journals are libraries, and most authorized readers of toll-access journals are library patrons.", "Among the results: When libraries pay for subscriptions to digital", "At some point we should trust the math more than special-interest lobbies. Among the many who have done the math, the University of California concluded that the subscription model for research journals is “incontrovertibly unsustainable.”", "When publishers argue that there is no access problem and", "pricing crisis with a devastating number of cancellations. With bundling,", "But then conventional publishers charge", "bundling constraints, publisher profit margins, and the disconnect between prices", "Last and not least, publishers exercise their control over research articles through copyright, a temporary government-created monopoly.", "local usage, publishers raise the price on the remaining titles." ], [ "New restrictions on electronic journals add a permissions crisis on", "Among the results: When libraries pay for subscriptions to digital", "I make this list library-centric rather than user-centric because the pricing crisis has nearly killed off individual subscriptions. Most subscribers to toll-access journals are libraries, and most authorized readers of toll-access journals are library patrons.", "their journals, and even more to the libraries who don’t.", "In short, conventional publishers regard easy online sharing as a problem while researchers and libraries regard it as a solution. The internet is widening the gap between the interests of conventional publishers and the interests of researchers and research institutions.", "Large conventional publishers spend some of the money they extract from libraries on marketing and “content protection” measures that benefit publishers far more than users. Indeed, the content protection measures don’t benefit users at all and make the texts less useful.", "had with print journals. But these business reasons create pernicious", "mind. Libraries can’t migrate older content, such as journal", "and impact than the journals protected by the big deals", "By soaking up library budgets, big deals harm journals from", "This exacerbates the problem for researchers because journals from these", "deals,” which reduce the bargaining power of libraries and the", "When most peer-reviewed research journals are toll access, a pricing crisis entails an access crisis. Before the rise of OA, all peer-reviewed journals were toll access, and even today about three-quarters of peer-reviewed journals are toll access.", "and 72 percent for journals.” Because academic libraries now buy", "access to no conventional journals except those donated by publishers.", "online toll-access journals, there are business reasons to limit the", "and serious access problems. Publishers who really don’t know this", "At some point we should trust the math more than special-interest lobbies. Among the many who have done the math, the University of California concluded that the subscription model for research journals is “incontrovertibly unsustainable.”", "printouts, and lend the scans. Libraries must negotiate for", "digital journals, they don’t buy or own their own digital" ], [ "Last and not least, publishers exercise their control over research articles through copyright, a temporary government-created monopoly.", "Conventional publishers acquire their key assets from academics without charge. Authors donate the texts of new articles and the rights to publish them. Editors and referees donate the peer-review judgments to improve and validate their quality.", "At some point we should trust the math more than special-interest lobbies. Among the many who have done the math, the University of California concluded that the subscription model for research journals is “incontrovertibly unsustainable.”", "In short, conventional publishers regard easy online sharing as a problem while researchers and libraries regard it as a solution. The internet is widening the gap between the interests of conventional publishers and the interests of researchers and research institutions.", "I make this list library-centric rather than user-centric because the pricing crisis has nearly killed off individual subscriptions. Most subscribers to toll-access journals are libraries, and most authorized readers of toll-access journals are library patrons.", "Conventional publishers are adapting to the digital age in some respects. They’re migrating most print journals to digital formats", "When most peer-reviewed research journals are toll access, a pricing crisis entails an access crisis. Before the rise of OA, all peer-reviewed journals were toll access, and even today about three-quarters of peer-reviewed journals are toll access.", "Conventional for-profit journals can increase their profit margins by decreasing their rejection rates. Reducing the rejection rate reduces the number of articles a journal must peer review for each article it publishes.", "Publishers argue that they add value to the submitted manuscripts,", "Conventional publishers use a business model that depends on access", "Conventional publishers often criticize OA initiatives for “interfering with the market,” but scholarly publishing is permeated by state action, public subsidies, gift culture, and anticompetitive practices.", "or markets. Authors, editors, and referees—the whole team that", "their journals, and even more to the libraries who don’t.", "While the damage grows, the largest journal publishers earn higher", "donations. Most toll-access journal subscriptions are purchased by public institutions", "had with print journals. But these business reasons create pernicious", "Among the results: When libraries pay for subscriptions to digital", "of Elsevier, once argued that “the government needs to lay", "Finally, even in the absence of perverse journal pricing practices,", "During the decades in which journal prices have been rising" ], [ "literature today. In that respect, Croesus is far better off", "This is easiest to see at the mythical University of", "of Croesus, which can afford 100 percent of the literature", "hundred years 131.5 times more. But since Croesus can’t", "off than any university in the real world. Let’s suppose", "But they prefer the unscalable money solution, even if university", "industry estimate. Croesus can afford full coverage today, but in", "Even the wealthiest academic libraries in the world suffer serious", "If nature has made any one thing less susceptible than", "rivalrous\n. To share them, we must take turns or settle for portions. Thomas Jefferson described this situation beautifully in an 1813 letter to Isaac McPherson:", "universities can buy all the material they need.”", "The danger is not that we already take this property for granted but that we might stop short and fail to take full advantage of it. It can transform knowledge-sharing if we let it.", "are two answers. First, they’re wrong. There are deep and", "the same knowledge. Familiar physical goods like land, food, and", "But for all of human history before the digital age,", "We seldom think about how metaphysically lucky we are that", "some knowledge doesn’t exclude your possession and use of the", "cost. For 350 years, scholars have willingly, even eagerly,", "We could only record nonrivalrous knowledge in a rivalrous form.", "Access gaps are worse at other affluent institutions, and worse" ], [ "Conventional publishers often criticize OA initiatives for “interfering with the market,” but scholarly publishing is permeated by state action, public subsidies, gift culture, and anticompetitive practices.", "When most peer-reviewed research journals are toll access, a pricing crisis entails an access crisis. Before the rise of OA, all peer-reviewed journals were toll access, and even today about three-quarters of peer-reviewed journals are toll access.", "In short, conventional publishers regard easy online sharing as a problem while researchers and libraries regard it as a solution. The internet is widening the gap between the interests of conventional publishers and the interests of researchers and research institutions.", "We need a system of research dissemination that scales with the growth of research volume. The subscription or toll-access system scales negatively by shrinking the accessible percentage of research as research itself continues to grow.", "When publishers argue that there is no access problem and", "At some point we should trust the math more than special-interest lobbies. Among the many who have done the math, the University of California concluded that the subscription model for research journals is “incontrovertibly unsustainable.”", "OA publishers use business models that dispense with access barriers", "Among the results: When libraries pay for subscriptions to digital", "consent to OA without losing revenue. Unrestricted access to digital", "Conventional publishers use a business model that depends on access", "There are lamentably many problems for which OA is part", "I make this list library-centric rather than user-centric because the pricing crisis has nearly killed off individual subscriptions. Most subscribers to toll-access journals are libraries, and most authorized readers of toll-access journals are library patrons.", "texts. OA is already lawful and doesn’t require copyright reform.", "OA is within the reach of researchers and research institutions", "declining quality. And while researchers support OA roughly to the", "If toll-access publishers are right that they must erect access", "and OA) need revenue to cover their costs, but OA", "that the OA business models are inadequate. We can debate", "Large conventional publishers spend some of the money they extract from libraries on marketing and “content protection” measures that benefit publishers far more than users. Indeed, the content protection measures don’t benefit users at all and make the texts less useful.", "Last and not least, publishers exercise their control over research articles through copyright, a temporary government-created monopoly." ], [ "A less obvious but more fundamental opportunity is that knowledge is\nnonrivalrous", "that knowledge is nonrivalrous. We can all know the same", "rivalrous\n. To share them, we must take turns or settle for portions. Thomas Jefferson described this situation beautifully in an 1813 letter to Isaac McPherson:", "We could only record nonrivalrous knowledge in a rivalrous form.", "does not reduce recorded knowledge to a rivalrous object. If", "not quite within reach. But the nonrivalrous property of digital", "the nonrivalrous digital file like a rivalrous physical object, dismiss", "The danger is not that we already take this property for granted but that we might stop short and fail to take full advantage of it. It can transform knowledge-sharing if we let it.", "equally fortunate that speech is nonrivalrous, since it allows us", "paper, which was necessarily rivalrous. Even when we had the", "some knowledge doesn’t exclude your possession and use of the", "the same knowledge. Familiar physical goods like land, food, and", "and survival depend on limiting access to that knowledge. If", "age, writing has been rivalrous. Written or recorded knowledge became", "it to a rivalrous commodity.", "to a rivalrous object would have been magical. But we", "was a rivalrous material object. Despite its revolutionary impact, writing", "Conventional publishers often criticize OA initiatives for “interfering with the market,” but scholarly publishing is permeated by state action, public subsidies, gift culture, and anticompetitive practices.", "Conventional publishers acquire their key assets from academics without charge. Authors donate the texts of new articles and the rights to publish them. Editors and referees donate the peer-review judgments to improve and validate their quality.", "data. But the revolutionary power to share content without price" ], [ "When most peer-reviewed research journals are toll access, a pricing crisis entails an access crisis. Before the rise of OA, all peer-reviewed journals were toll access, and even today about three-quarters of peer-reviewed journals are toll access.", "I make this list library-centric rather than user-centric because the pricing crisis has nearly killed off individual subscriptions. Most subscribers to toll-access journals are libraries, and most authorized readers of toll-access journals are library patrons.", "We need a system of research dissemination that scales with the growth of research volume. The subscription or toll-access system scales negatively by shrinking the accessible percentage of research as research itself continues to grow.", "At some point we should trust the math more than special-interest lobbies. Among the many who have done the math, the University of California concluded that the subscription model for research journals is “incontrovertibly unsustainable.”", "Conventional for-profit journals can increase their profit margins by decreasing their rejection rates. Reducing the rejection rate reduces the number of articles a journal must peer review for each article it publishes.", "All scholarly journals (toll access and OA) benefit", "up supporting toll-access journals. (See chapter 7 on economics.)", "and 72 percent for journals.” Because academic libraries now buy", "online toll-access journals, there are business reasons to limit the", "donations. Most toll-access journal subscriptions are purchased by public institutions", "duplicate one another. But it means that toll-access journals compete", "If toll-access publishers are right that they must erect access", "Conventional publishers acquire their key assets from academics without charge. Authors donate the texts of new articles and the rights to publish them. Editors and referees donate the peer-review judgments to improve and validate their quality.", "Last and not least, publishers exercise their control over research articles through copyright, a temporary government-created monopoly.", "Conventional publishers are adapting to the digital age in some respects. They’re migrating most print journals to digital formats", "their journals, and even more to the libraries who don’t.", "for scholarly journals. For four decades, subscription prices have risen", "Finally, even in the absence of perverse journal pricing practices,", "But in the end it doesn’t matter whether toll-access publishers", "that produces peer-reviewed research articles—can provide OA to peer-reviewed" ], [ "Elsevier’s journal division had a profit margin of 35.7", "Conventional for-profit journals can increase their profit margins by decreasing their rejection rates. Reducing the rejection rate reduces the number of articles a journal must peer review for each article it publishes.", "their prices faster than small, nonprofit publishers. Yet, the scholarly", "highly profitable for the largest conventional publishers. I’ve limited the", "While the damage grows, the largest journal publishers earn higher", "that large commercial publishers charge higher prices and raise their", "At some point we should trust the math more than special-interest lobbies. Among the many who have done the math, the University of California concluded that the subscription model for research journals is “incontrovertibly unsustainable.”", "Conventional publishers acquire their key assets from academics without charge. Authors donate the texts of new articles and the rights to publish them. Editors and referees donate the peer-review judgments to improve and validate their quality.", "During the decades in which journal prices have been rising", "I make this list library-centric rather than user-centric because the pricing crisis has nearly killed off individual subscriptions. Most subscribers to toll-access journals are libraries, and most authorized readers of toll-access journals are library patrons.", "had with print journals. But these business reasons create pernicious", "Large conventional publishers spend some of the money they extract from libraries on marketing and “content protection” measures that benefit publishers far more than users. Indeed, the content protection measures don’t benefit users at all and make the texts less useful.", "Conventional publishers often criticize OA initiatives for “interfering with the market,” but scholarly publishing is permeated by state action, public subsidies, gift culture, and anticompetitive practices.", "Last and not least, publishers exercise their control over research articles through copyright, a temporary government-created monopoly.", "But then conventional publishers charge", "for scholarly journals. For four decades, subscription prices have risen", "Conventional publishers use a business model that depends on access", "When most peer-reviewed research journals are toll access, a pricing crisis entails an access crisis. Before the rise of OA, all peer-reviewed journals were toll access, and even today about three-quarters of peer-reviewed journals are toll access.", "even further. In 2009, three academics launched the Big Deal", "Finally, even in the absence of perverse journal pricing practices," ], [ "Most faculty and researchers are aware of access gaps in", "In short, conventional publishers regard easy online sharing as a problem while researchers and libraries regard it as a solution. The internet is widening the gap between the interests of conventional publishers and the interests of researchers and research institutions.", "in their libraries but generally unaware of their causes and", "their journals, and even more to the libraries who don’t.", "institutions and paid with public money. Even when researchers and", "serious access gaps. When the Harvard Faculty of Arts and", "quality. Researcher oblivion to the problems facing libraries adds several", "Even the wealthiest academic libraries in the world suffer serious", "This is easiest to see at the mythical University of", "Large conventional publishers spend some of the money they extract from libraries on marketing and “content protection” measures that benefit publishers far more than users. Indeed, the content protection measures don’t benefit users at all and make the texts less useful.", "Conventional publishers often criticize OA initiatives for “interfering with the market,” but scholarly publishing is permeated by state action, public subsidies, gift culture, and anticompetitive practices.", "research. But we have both problems and opportunities, and we", "At some point we should trust the math more than special-interest lobbies. Among the many who have done the math, the University of California concluded that the subscription model for research journals is “incontrovertibly unsustainable.”", "deeply dysfunctional for researchers and their institutions, even if highly", "universities can buy all the material they need.”", "I make this list library-centric rather than user-centric because the pricing crisis has nearly killed off individual subscriptions. Most subscribers to toll-access journals are libraries, and most authorized readers of toll-access journals are library patrons.", "off than any university in the real world. Let’s suppose", "and peer reviewers work at private universities, their institutions are", "public money, and then peer-reviewed by faculty at public institutions", "and journals, or even increase funding to ensure that universities" ] ]

[ "Why are Stephanie Anthony and her son cooking over a fire?", "Who does the author think most of the local political policies are being made for?", "How was the public able to keep short-term use of the Children’s Wood?", "What does the author mean by the term “democracy deficit”", "What does the author imply that the solution to the “democracy deficit” issue is? ", "What did Emily Cutts believe to be the most important aspect of developing the community land?", "What is the most frequent way that public spaces were being preserved in Scotland?", "Why has the interest in sortition increased? ", "What does Macleod believe is the most important part of creating a community?" ]

[ [ "They are on vacation as a result of successful local government policies ", "They are making use of a public recreation and education space ", "They are burning the wood that was cleared to build a luxury apartment complex ", "They have fallen on hard times due to poor local government policies" ], [ "The older and more upper class members of society", "The lower class ", "The younger members of society ", "The children " ], [ "By initiating a community buy out before it could be developed ", "The Scottish National Government prevented it from being built on ", "The public was not able to continue using the land that was formerly the Children’s Wood", "The Glasgow City Council prevented it from being built upon " ], [ "The inability of local democracy to accurately reflect the will of the people ", "The rise of authoritarian politics in the developed world ", "The budget deficit that has been created by government \nspending ", "The lack of turnout by the public when voting for elections" ], [ "Curbing government spending on unnecessary programs ", "Increased voter turnout ", "More public involvement in the decision making process ", "Better funding for public assistance programs " ], [ "Securing funding", "Maintaining a positive attitude", "Garnering support from the public", "Convincing the Scottish National government" ], [ "Local councils preventing spaces from being closed and sold ", "Increasing the voter turnout during local elections ", "Community campaigns including squatting and occupation ", "National government intervention into the sale of public space " ], [ "It allows decision making power to be concentrated to the more educated voters", "It allows decision making power to be dispersed more evenly ", "It prevents the takeover of public lands by private ownership", "It increases the power of the Scottish Parliament " ], [ "Fostering respectful conversations and involvement in the decision making process ", "Making better use of tax revenue for community projects ", "Increased number is voters in local election ", "Using the sortition process to randomly select Council members" ] ]

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[ [ "On a chilly February morning in Glasgow, Stephanie Anthony and", "and her three-year-old son Ilan are perching on a log", "log in front of a small bonfire. They are making", "also 'cooking', sloshing earth and grass carefully in a saucepan", "A few yards away, Monroe, two, is also", "Three years later he's working in the workshop, welding, cutting", "saucepan in the mud kitchen. Preschoolers Reuben and Benjamin", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "\"Everything that we did was guerrilla,\" she says.", "two kids to get on with it,\" he says. Three", "Emily Cutts, who initiated the Children's Wood just after the birth of her second child, can relate to that. The power of positive thinking was crucial, she claims, in turning a waste ground into a nurturing place for the whole community.", "Up on the tiny Isle of Eigg, just south", "\"I don't think the council realised how much it meant to us,\" says Anthony. \"We've fought so hard. But if local democracy had been working we wouldn't have had to fight against the lobbying of private companies.\"", "one of your own,\" says McAlpine. \"I've seen people", "with string, and are surrounded by a warm circle of", "Benjamin are making a woodchip path, wheeling little barrows back", "Their eyes are also on the future; on a", "Back at the Children’s Wood, the playgroup is coming", "before winding their way through the trees on their way", "stations. And it is particularly the poor – and the" ], [ "\"When you ask local politicians about it they say all people care about is getting their bins emptied. In fact they care deeply about other values, about their local area, families and communities. To say otherwise is just wrong.\"", "\"I don't think the council realised how much it meant to us,\" says Anthony. \"We've fought so hard. But if local democracy had been working we wouldn't have had to fight against the lobbying of private companies.\"", "\"If you had a functioning local democracy you wouldn't", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "\"Our health is affected by decisions made on personal, professional and state levels,\" says Macleod, who also believes that the process of how decisions are made, not just their outcome, really matters.", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "\"The promise of democracy is that you all have an equal voice. Yet the greatest inequality is the inequality of power. That's part of the breakdown of trust. People know that there are some who can pull those levers of power while others cannot access them.\"", "At the last general election, around two-thirds of those able", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "stations. And it is particularly the poor – and the", "\"There's now a culture of self-sufficiency which has grown; there are endless small businesses up and running as well as large infrastructure projects.\" Young people are returning, building homes and having families. The future feels bright.", "from the beginning.\" Yet it was an uphill struggle. Councillors", "of the community that matter, first and foremost. That, campaigners", "they made the decisions, even for a day. Groups will", "There is a growing sense – from activities, academics and political commentators alike – that we are experiencing a clear democracy deficit. Questions are being raised about that the legitimacy of the politicians supposed to serve us. Does voting alone constitute democracy?", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "able to vote did so, while in local elections only", "campaigners claim, is what local democracy reform is really all", "Reports will be written up following each planned meeting – from Dundee to Inverness to Kirriemuir in Angus – and submitted to the Scottish government's consultation on the decentralisation of government. The scope for its plans is currently being finalised.", "The community is now in talks with the council about" ], [ "Emily Cutts, who initiated the Children's Wood just after the birth of her second child, can relate to that. The power of positive thinking was crucial, she claims, in turning a waste ground into a nurturing place for the whole community.", "others said the Children's Wood was a nice idea that", "Back at the Children’s Wood, the playgroup is coming", "Campaigners are now looking at the possibility of community buy-out to ensure it continues to be used by local nurseries, primary and secondary schools – as well as the group's own forest schools, outdoor play, gardening groups and others.", "residential west end – known as the Children's Wood and", "M77 through the public woodlands in the city's Pollok", "\"I don't think the council realised how much it meant to us,\" says Anthony. \"We've fought so hard. But if local democracy had been working we wouldn't have had to fight against the lobbying of private companies.\"", "keep it in use for the community as wild space,", "\"When the island was in private ownership we couldn't do anything,\" she says. \"In the nineties the island was pretty depressed. All that changed after the community buy-out.", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "Pollok Park. They failed to stop the road but succeeded", "of Pollok Free State, an early 90s treetop occupation Colin", "For many in this room the experience of being heard has been life-changing. Michael O'Neill, who now lives in Clydebank but is originally from Govan, started volunteering here after being made redundant and suffering a breakdown of sorts.", "So they set about making it official, registering the playgroup,", "from the beginning.\" Yet it was an uphill struggle. Councillors", "Council. But in December, after a five-year campaign to keep", "The community is now in talks with the council about", "former primary school turned community centre, which the council decided", "and North Kelvin Meadow – would probably be a building", "locals had other ideas, squatting the building for 55 days" ], [ "There is a growing sense – from activities, academics and political commentators alike – that we are experiencing a clear democracy deficit. Questions are being raised about that the legitimacy of the politicians supposed to serve us. Does voting alone constitute democracy?", "\"The promise of democracy is that you all have an equal voice. Yet the greatest inequality is the inequality of power. That's part of the breakdown of trust. People know that there are some who can pull those levers of power while others cannot access them.\"", "\"Real democracy needs people to come together to debate and come up with ideas,\" he says. \"Yet simply voting doesn't allow for discussion or debate.", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "November saw the launch of Our Democracy: Act as", "How Scotland is tackling the democratic deficit, from the ground up", "\"I don't think the council realised how much it meant to us,\" says Anthony. \"We've fought so hard. But if local democracy had been working we wouldn't have had to fight against the lobbying of private companies.\"", "Interest in sortition, which sees citizens selected at random in response to the belief that power corrupts, is growing worldwide. But for its critics it's difficult to imagine what it would mean in practice.", "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "democracy that would see communities take on the issues that", "\"If you had a functioning local democracy you wouldn't", "campaigners claim, is what local democracy reform is really all", "For him there is another way – participatory democracy", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "At the last general election, around two-thirds of those able", "\"When you ask local politicians about it they say all people care about is getting their bins emptied. In fact they care deeply about other values, about their local area, families and communities. To say otherwise is just wrong.\"", "could help revolutionise democracy.", "from the beginning.\" Yet it was an uphill struggle. Councillors" ], [ "There is a growing sense – from activities, academics and political commentators alike – that we are experiencing a clear democracy deficit. Questions are being raised about that the legitimacy of the politicians supposed to serve us. Does voting alone constitute democracy?", "\"Real democracy needs people to come together to debate and come up with ideas,\" he says. \"Yet simply voting doesn't allow for discussion or debate.", "\"The promise of democracy is that you all have an equal voice. Yet the greatest inequality is the inequality of power. That's part of the breakdown of trust. People know that there are some who can pull those levers of power while others cannot access them.\"", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "How Scotland is tackling the democratic deficit, from the ground up", "For him there is another way – participatory democracy", "democracy that would see communities take on the issues that", "Interest in sortition, which sees citizens selected at random in response to the belief that power corrupts, is growing worldwide. But for its critics it's difficult to imagine what it would mean in practice.", "November saw the launch of Our Democracy: Act as", "\"If you had a functioning local democracy you wouldn't", "\"I don't think the council realised how much it meant to us,\" says Anthony. \"We've fought so hard. But if local democracy had been working we wouldn't have had to fight against the lobbying of private companies.\"", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "campaigners claim, is what local democracy reform is really all", "\"In Scotland we are always told to manage people's expectations,\" Sullivan says. \"But in this case we want to raise them, to give them confidence that we don't need to wait for permission. There is a bubbling feeling that maybe we can do it ourselves.\"", "could help revolutionise democracy.", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "that mattered – by establishing a Citizen's Assembly to act", "In coming weeks Common Weal will launch a paper on" ], [ "Emily Cutts, who initiated the Children's Wood just after the birth of her second child, can relate to that. The power of positive thinking was crucial, she claims, in turning a waste ground into a nurturing place for the whole community.", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "\"When the island was in private ownership we couldn't do anything,\" she says. \"In the nineties the island was pretty depressed. All that changed after the community buy-out.", "of the community that matter, first and foremost. That, campaigners", "Campaigners are now looking at the possibility of community buy-out to ensure it continues to be used by local nurseries, primary and secondary schools – as well as the group's own forest schools, outdoor play, gardening groups and others.", "\"When you ask local politicians about it they say all people care about is getting their bins emptied. In fact they care deeply about other values, about their local area, families and communities. To say otherwise is just wrong.\"", "of the most important things, according to Coutts, was to", "\"I don't think the council realised how much it meant to us,\" says Anthony. \"We've fought so hard. But if local democracy had been working we wouldn't have had to fight against the lobbying of private companies.\"", "The community is now in talks with the council about", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "succeeded in creating a community with new skills and purpose;", "from the beginning.\" Yet it was an uphill struggle. Councillors", "For many in this room the experience of being heard has been life-changing. Michael O'Neill, who now lives in Clydebank but is originally from Govan, started volunteering here after being made redundant and suffering a breakdown of sorts.", "on the site. The sale of land to developer New", "citizens to imagine what their community would look like if they", "others said the Children's Wood was a nice idea that", "Today Macleod is facilitating the assembly with warmth and honesty, helping identify issues and open up discussion with compassion and a lack of blame. Respectful disagreement is encouraged and solutions are jointly found.", "\"There's now a culture of self-sufficiency which has grown; there are endless small businesses up and running as well as large infrastructure projects.\" Young people are returning, building homes and having families. The future feels bright.", "democracy that would see communities take on the issues that", "At one charity in Govan, Glasgow's former shipbuilding area," ], [ "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "And across Scotland – from Stirlingshire to Aberdeenshire and beyond", "Campaigners are now looking at the possibility of community buy-out to ensure it continues to be used by local nurseries, primary and secondary schools – as well as the group's own forest schools, outdoor play, gardening groups and others.", "\"When the island was in private ownership we couldn't do anything,\" she says. \"In the nineties the island was pretty depressed. All that changed after the community buy-out.", "\"In Scotland we are always told to manage people's expectations,\" Sullivan says. \"But in this case we want to raise them, to give them confidence that we don't need to wait for permission. There is a bubbling feeling that maybe we can do it ourselves.\"", "Reports will be written up following each planned meeting – from Dundee to Inverness to Kirriemuir in Angus – and submitted to the Scottish government's consultation on the decentralisation of government. The scope for its plans is currently being finalised.", "campaign that will see events held across Scotland to encourage citizens", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "Eigg Heritage Trust, knows only too well the difference that", "At one charity in Govan, Glasgow's former shipbuilding area,", "How Scotland is tackling the democratic deficit, from the ground up", "Up on the tiny Isle of Eigg, just south", "space, the Scottish Government overruled the local authority, which had", "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "Look around Glasgow – a city known for its fighting", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "Pollok Park. They failed to stop the road but succeeded", "For many in this room the experience of being heard has been life-changing. Michael O'Neill, who now lives in Clydebank but is originally from Govan, started volunteering here after being made redundant and suffering a breakdown of sorts.", "in Aberdeen stop land being sold off to developers. They", "\"I don't think the council realised how much it meant to us,\" says Anthony. \"We've fought so hard. But if local democracy had been working we wouldn't have had to fight against the lobbying of private companies.\"" ], [ "Interest in sortition, which sees citizens selected at random in response to the belief that power corrupts, is growing worldwide. But for its critics it's difficult to imagine what it would mean in practice.", "There is a growing sense – from activities, academics and political commentators alike – that we are experiencing a clear democracy deficit. Questions are being raised about that the legitimacy of the politicians supposed to serve us. Does voting alone constitute democracy?", "\"Real democracy needs people to come together to debate and come up with ideas,\" he says. \"Yet simply voting doesn't allow for discussion or debate.", "\"The promise of democracy is that you all have an equal voice. Yet the greatest inequality is the inequality of power. That's part of the breakdown of trust. People know that there are some who can pull those levers of power while others cannot access them.\"", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "At the last general election, around two-thirds of those able", "November saw the launch of Our Democracy: Act as", "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "on the proposal in which they suggest selecting a random,", "For him there is another way – participatory democracy", "How Scotland is tackling the democratic deficit, from the ground up", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "democracy that would see communities take on the issues that", "could help revolutionise democracy.", "that mattered – by establishing a Citizen's Assembly to act", "from the beginning.\" Yet it was an uphill struggle. Councillors", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "\"When you ask local politicians about it they say all people care about is getting their bins emptied. In fact they care deeply about other values, about their local area, families and communities. To say otherwise is just wrong.\"", "Today Macleod is facilitating the assembly with warmth and honesty, helping identify issues and open up discussion with compassion and a lack of blame. Respectful disagreement is encouraged and solutions are jointly found." ], [ "Today Macleod is facilitating the assembly with warmth and honesty, helping identify issues and open up discussion with compassion and a lack of blame. Respectful disagreement is encouraged and solutions are jointly found.", "Macleod and her visionary husband Colin, who died in", "\"Our health is affected by decisions made on personal, professional and state levels,\" says Macleod, who also believes that the process of how decisions are made, not just their outcome, really matters.", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "of the community that matter, first and foremost. That, campaigners", "For many in this room the experience of being heard has been life-changing. Michael O'Neill, who now lives in Clydebank but is originally from Govan, started volunteering here after being made redundant and suffering a breakdown of sorts.", "Emily Cutts, who initiated the Children's Wood just after the birth of her second child, can relate to that. The power of positive thinking was crucial, she claims, in turning a waste ground into a nurturing place for the whole community.", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "succeeded in creating a community with new skills and purpose;", "\"When you ask local politicians about it they say all people care about is getting their bins emptied. In fact they care deeply about other values, about their local area, families and communities. To say otherwise is just wrong.\"", "\"When the island was in private ownership we couldn't do anything,\" she says. \"In the nineties the island was pretty depressed. All that changed after the community buy-out.", "Galgael was founded in 1997 by Gehan Macleod", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "aims to rebuild both individuals and the community through purposeful", "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "one of your own,\" says McAlpine. \"I've seen people", "\"In Scotland we are always told to manage people's expectations,\" Sullivan says. \"But in this case we want to raise them, to give them confidence that we don't need to wait for permission. There is a bubbling feeling that maybe we can do it ourselves.\"", "Campaigners are now looking at the possibility of community buy-out to ensure it continues to be used by local nurseries, primary and secondary schools – as well as the group's own forest schools, outdoor play, gardening groups and others.", "organising community events from storytelling to fireside songs. One of", "of the most important things, according to Coutts, was to" ] ]

[ "What is the relationship between Bertha and Mr. Devoe?", "What is ironic about the story?", "What are the characters wanting to escape from?", "What kind of life do the characters live when they are not on vacation?", "According to the Captain, why is Mr. Devoe “fortunate”?", "What do the characters do on vacation?", "Which is NOT an option of work on the farm?", "What is the tone in the beginning of the story?", "What is a theme of the story?" ]

[ [ "They are married.", "They are brother and sister.", "They are friends. ", "Mr. Devoe is Bertha’s father." ], [ "The characters want to leave their vacation. ", "The characters are disappointed in their vacation. ", "The characters go on a family vacation, but end up separated. ", "The characters do difficult manual labor for vacation." ], [ "Daily stress and busyness ", "Idleness and boredom ", "Their jobs ", "Farm life " ], [ "They are both philanthropists.", "They are both workaholics. ", "They live carefree, luxurious lives. ", "They live average, middle class lives. " ], [ "He awakens his brain by problem solving. ", "He is wealthy. ", "He gets to leave the farm early. ", "He got assigned an easier job." ], [ "They are treated like prisoners and forced to do repetitive tasks. ", "They relax by the beach. ", "They are served alcohol and desserts by robots.", "They go to a historical museum and pretend to live in a different era. " ], [ "clean the barn", "the rock quarry", "steam laundry", "the manure pile" ], [ "The tone is romantic because the characters are on a date.", "The tone is oddly cheerful in a bleak setting.", "The tone is optimistic as the characters begin their glorious vacation. ", "The tone is ominous to foreshadow the depressing tone later. " ], [ "Hardship can make people appreciate what they have.", "An easy life is a happy life. ", "Advesity can bring people closer together. ", "There is value in experiencing adversity. " ] ]

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[ [ "only a brief cessation of the continuing pleasure process. You have\n been one of the fortunate few, Mr. Devoe.\"", "\"You and Mrs. Devoe may leave tonight or in the morning, just as you\n prefer,\" said the Captain.", "When I had been marked, one of the guards took his ink and brush and\n advanced upon Bertha. The other addressed himself to me. \"There is a", "It was that night—or perhaps the following night—that Bertha and I\n had our first fifteen-minute visit with each other. She was changed:", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nBertha and I were like a couple of city kids on their first country", "All we could do was look at each other and giggle like a couple of kids\n in the back pew of Sunday School, after that. Bertha looked ten years\n younger already.", "Bertha and I have had little to say to one another as we wait in\n the office for the car that will take us to the heliport. For the", "coldly appraising. The two Sisters of Gorgonia, meanwhile, seized\n Bertha's arms and dragged her from the room. I did not try to follow. I", "But we will survive these things: I still have my four hours per month\n at Central Computing and Control; Bertha has her endless and endlessly", "form of the person behind the desk with more clarity than I might\n have wished. He was large, but terribly emaciated, with the kind of\n gauntness that should be covered by a sheet—tenderly, reverently", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "They were digging out stumps with mattocks, crowbars and axes, and some\n of them stood waist-deep in the dark water. Bertha had said \"Looky", "her face glowed with feverish vitality, her hair was stringy and moist,\n and her eyes were serenely glassy. She had not been more provocative", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "for \"Beddy-by.\" And in a continuous, unbroken motion we slogged into\n another long building, discarded our coveralls, waded through a shallow", "These orgies, it turned out, were held in the building housing\n the admission office. There was a speech choir made up of elderly\n women, all of whom wore the black uniform of the Farm matrons. The", "\"They'll bind ya,\" he said with the finality of special and personal\n knowledge. \"Ya don't wanta let yaself get bound here. They've got a—\"", "The Captain was still scrutinizing me from under the dark cliff of his\n brow. A thin smile now took shape on his lipless mouth. One of the", "The older of the two women knocked the pack from my hand, ground it\n under her heel on the floor and let me have one across the face with" ], [ "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "Captain left, and the only other guard now relaxed in the shade of a\n boulder nearly fifty yards away. He was smoking a forbidden cigar.\n Suddenly and unaccountably, I felt a little taller than the others,", "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "The Captain was still scrutinizing me from under the dark cliff of his\n brow. A thin smile now took shape on his lipless mouth. One of the", "\"You had a moment,\" he said, simply and declaratively. \"You didn't miss\n it, did you?\"\n\n\n \"No,\" I replied, not fully understanding. \"No, I didn't miss it.\"", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "directly over my face. To this day, I cannot be sure that this bleak\n beacon was ever turned off. I think not. I can only say with certainty", "\"You'll be sah-reeeee,\" he yelped. I saw him go down into the mud under\n a blow with a kidney-sock from a burly male guard who had been standing\n in the center of the cheerless little circle.", "\"Beddy-by\" was one of a row of thirty-odd slightly padded planks like\n ironing boards, which were arranged at intervals of less than three", "enough to reassure ourselves of the utter hopelessness of the task\n before us. Not daring to look at each other closely, fearing to see our\n own despair reflected in the faces of others, we picked up our hammers", "form of the person behind the desk with more clarity than I might\n have wished. He was large, but terribly emaciated, with the kind of\n gauntness that should be covered by a sheet—tenderly, reverently", "If I had hoped for respite after \"supper,\" it was at that time that I\n learned not to hope. Back to \"The Big Rock Candy Mountain\" we went, and", "The older of the two women knocked the pack from my hand, ground it\n under her heel on the floor and let me have one across the face with", "softened and sloughed away. I was, at last, Number 109 at work on a\n monstrous manure pile, and I labored with the muscles and nerves of an", "seams. This meant scraping up the stuff with the hands and refilling\n another paper bag. Needless to say, also, pitchforks and shovels\n were forbidden at the Farm, as was any potentially dangerous object", "\"Why—this thing is nothing but a huge writing slate,\" I said to a\n small, bald inmate beside me. He made a feeble noise in reply. The" ], [ "\"They'll bind ya,\" he said with the finality of special and personal\n knowledge. \"Ya don't wanta let yaself get bound here. They've got a—\"", "enough to reassure ourselves of the utter hopelessness of the task\n before us. Not daring to look at each other closely, fearing to see our\n own despair reflected in the faces of others, we picked up our hammers", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "clung to their bodies in clammy-looking patches. All moved sluggishly\n through the mud with their arms hanging slack at their sides, their\n shoulders hunched forward against the wet chill, and their eyes turned", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "Captain left, and the only other guard now relaxed in the shade of a\n boulder nearly fifty yards away. He was smoking a forbidden cigar.\n Suddenly and unaccountably, I felt a little taller than the others,", "\"Mark 'em and put 'em to work,\" he barked at the guards. Two uniformed\n men, who must have sneaked in while I was fascinated by the man behind", "and finally. Picture the archetype of every chain-gang captain who\n has been relieved for inhumanity to prisoners; imagine the naked\n attribute Meanness, stripped of all accidental, incongruous, mitigating", "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "Inside the yard, about twenty other guests shuffled around and around\n in a circle. Their gray coveralls were dark and heavy with the rain and", "go to other places like this, or permit themselves to be confined\n in the hulls of old submarines, and some even apprentice themselves\n to medical missionaries in Equatorial Africa; they expose themselves", "feet in another long, low-ceilinged barracks. I knew that I would find\n no real release in \"Beddy-by\"—only another dimension of that abiding", "were two strands of barbed wire running along the top. A sign over the\n gate—stark, black lettering on a light gray background—read:\nSilence!—No admission without", "directly over my face. To this day, I cannot be sure that this bleak\n beacon was ever turned off. I think not. I can only say with certainty", "The eyes were perhaps the worst feature. They burned like tiny\n phosphorescent creatures, dimly visible deep inside a cave under dark,", "\"So he wants a nice inside job in the steam laundry?\" said the man\n behind the desk—\"the captain,\" we were instructed to call him. Another", "seams. This meant scraping up the stuff with the hands and refilling\n another paper bag. Needless to say, also, pitchforks and shovels\n were forbidden at the Farm, as was any potentially dangerous object", "When, as sometimes happens, the sweet lethargy threatens to choke off\n our breath, we will step into our flying platform and set its automatic", "The older of the two women knocked the pack from my hand, ground it\n under her heel on the floor and let me have one across the face with" ], [ "We cannot soften and slough away altogether, for when all else fails,\n when the last stronghold of the spirit is in peril, there is always the\n vision of year's end and another glorious vacation.", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "end of the excavation in wheelbarrows. Most of the men commenced\n working at some task in the quarry with the automatic unconcern of\n trained beasts who have paused for rest and water, perhaps, but have", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "We will go back to our ten-room apartment on the ninety-first floor\n of the New Empire State Hotel; back to our swimming pool, our", "choice of activities. There is the jute mill, the rock quarry, the\n stump-removal detail, the manure pile....\"", "\"You are more fortunate than most,\" he went on, still standing between\n me and the mess hall. \"Some people come here year after year, or they", "After a breakfast of boiled cabbage and dry pumpernickel crusts—more\n savory than you might imagine—we were assigned to our work for the", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "If I had hoped for respite after \"supper,\" it was at that time that I\n learned not to hope. Back to \"The Big Rock Candy Mountain\" we went, and", "to every conceivable combination of external conditions, but nothing\n really happens to them. They feel nothing except a fleeting sensation\n of contrast—soon lost in a torrent of other sensations. No 'moment';", "only a brief cessation of the continuing pleasure process. You have\n been one of the fortunate few, Mr. Devoe.\"", "and underwear could have come from, as such fripperies were denied to\n us at the Farm. We also wondered about the manure, considering that\n no animals were in evidence here. Both, we concluded, must have been", "But we will survive these things: I still have my four hours per month\n at Central Computing and Control; Bertha has her endless and endlessly", "The ground was slimy and cold under our bare feet when we got down from\n the bus, but the two viragos behind us gave us no time to pick our way", "go to other places like this, or permit themselves to be confined\n in the hulls of old submarines, and some even apprentice themselves\n to medical missionaries in Equatorial Africa; they expose themselves", "I will go back to my five kinds of cigars and my sixteen kinds of\n brandy; Bertha will return to her endless fantasy of pastries and" ], [ "only a brief cessation of the continuing pleasure process. You have\n been one of the fortunate few, Mr. Devoe.\"", "\"You and Mrs. Devoe may leave tonight or in the morning, just as you\n prefer,\" said the Captain.", "The Captain was still scrutinizing me from under the dark cliff of his\n brow. A thin smile now took shape on his lipless mouth. One of the", "\"You are more fortunate than most,\" he went on, still standing between\n me and the mess hall. \"Some people come here year after year, or they", "\"So he wants a nice inside job in the steam laundry?\" said the man\n behind the desk—\"the captain,\" we were instructed to call him. Another", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "Captain left, and the only other guard now relaxed in the shade of a\n boulder nearly fifty yards away. He was smoking a forbidden cigar.\n Suddenly and unaccountably, I felt a little taller than the others,", "\"You wouldn't be entertaining angry thoughts, would you shnook?\" asked\n the Captain, after what seemed like half an hour of sickly pause.", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "and finally. Picture the archetype of every chain-gang captain who\n has been relieved for inhumanity to prisoners; imagine the naked\n attribute Meanness, stripped of all accidental, incongruous, mitigating", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "would be thrust upon us, but it didn't happen. The grim Captain stopped\n me as I entered the mess hall. I froze. There was a queer smile on his\n face, and I had grown to fear novelty.", "relief. I had expected an inarticulate drawl—something not yet\n language, not quite human. Instead his voice was clipped, precise,\n clear as new type on white paper. This gave me hope at a time when hope", "\"I am in full charge here. You will speak only when spoken to,\" he\n said. His voice came as a surprise and, to me at least, as a profound", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "\"They'll bind ya,\" he said with the finality of special and personal\n knowledge. \"Ya don't wanta let yaself get bound here. They've got a—\"", "\"Mark 'em and put 'em to work,\" he barked at the guards. Two uniformed\n men, who must have sneaked in while I was fascinated by the man behind", "\"You had a moment,\" he said, simply and declaratively. \"You didn't miss\n it, did you?\"\n\n\n \"No,\" I replied, not fully understanding. \"No, I didn't miss it.\"" ], [ "We cannot soften and slough away altogether, for when all else fails,\n when the last stronghold of the spirit is in peril, there is always the\n vision of year's end and another glorious vacation.", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "go to other places like this, or permit themselves to be confined\n in the hulls of old submarines, and some even apprentice themselves\n to medical missionaries in Equatorial Africa; they expose themselves", "end of the excavation in wheelbarrows. Most of the men commenced\n working at some task in the quarry with the automatic unconcern of\n trained beasts who have paused for rest and water, perhaps, but have", "\"Strip and pack your clothes here, shnooks,\" said the woman with the\n empty suitcase. We did, though it was pretty awkward ... standing there", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "After a breakfast of boiled cabbage and dry pumpernickel crusts—more\n savory than you might imagine—we were assigned to our work for the", "choice of activities. There is the jute mill, the rock quarry, the\n stump-removal detail, the manure pile....\"", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "Inside the yard, about twenty other guests shuffled around and around\n in a circle. Their gray coveralls were dark and heavy with the rain and", "Captain left, and the only other guard now relaxed in the shade of a\n boulder nearly fifty yards away. He was smoking a forbidden cigar.\n Suddenly and unaccountably, I felt a little taller than the others,", "If I had hoped for respite after \"supper,\" it was at that time that I\n learned not to hope. Back to \"The Big Rock Candy Mountain\" we went, and", "The ground was slimy and cold under our bare feet when we got down from\n the bus, but the two viragos behind us gave us no time to pick our way", "only a brief cessation of the continuing pleasure process. You have\n been one of the fortunate few, Mr. Devoe.\"", "seams. This meant scraping up the stuff with the hands and refilling\n another paper bag. Needless to say, also, pitchforks and shovels\n were forbidden at the Farm, as was any potentially dangerous object", "recollections. Hours and days began to arrange themselves into\n meaningful sequence. Was it possible that two whole glorious weeks\n could have passed so swiftly?" ], [ "choice of activities. There is the jute mill, the rock quarry, the\n stump-removal detail, the manure pile....\"", "seams. This meant scraping up the stuff with the hands and refilling\n another paper bag. Needless to say, also, pitchforks and shovels\n were forbidden at the Farm, as was any potentially dangerous object", "My weariness from the unaccustomed toil had carried me past the\n point of hunger, but I do remember my first meal at the Farm. We had", "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "and underwear could have come from, as such fripperies were denied to\n us at the Farm. We also wondered about the manure, considering that\n no animals were in evidence here. Both, we concluded, must have been", "After a breakfast of boiled cabbage and dry pumpernickel crusts—more\n savory than you might imagine—we were assigned to our work for the", "Impressions of this character have a way of entrenching themselves,\n perhaps at the cost of more meaningful ones. Conversation at the Farm", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "distant. This we were to accomplish by filling paper cement bags with\n the manure and carrying it, a bag at a time, to the more distant pile.\n Needless to say, the bags frequently dissolved or burst at the lower", "The work at the rock quarry was organized according to the same\n futilitarian pattern that governed the manure-pile operation. Rock", "She told me that she had been put to work in the jute mill, but had\n passed out and had been transferred to the steam laundry. Her job in", "\"Mark 'em and put 'em to work,\" he barked at the guards. Two uniformed\n men, who must have sneaked in while I was fascinated by the man behind", "\"I said there\nis\na choice—not\nyou have\na choice, shnook. Besides,\n the steam laundry is for the ladies. Don't forget who's in charge here.\"", "\"If we work this thing right, this job will practically do itself.\n We'll be through here before sundown,\" I heard myself snap out. The", "end of the excavation in wheelbarrows. Most of the men commenced\n working at some task in the quarry with the automatic unconcern of\n trained beasts who have paused for rest and water, perhaps, but have", "softened and sloughed away. I was, at last, Number 109 at work on a\n monstrous manure pile, and I labored with the muscles and nerves of an", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "day. I had expected to return to the manure pile, but got instead the\n rock quarry. I remember observing then, with no surprise at all, that\n the sun was out and the day promised to be a hot one.", "enough to reassure ourselves of the utter hopelessness of the task\n before us. Not daring to look at each other closely, fearing to see our\n own despair reflected in the faces of others, we picked up our hammers", "\"They'll bind ya,\" he said with the finality of special and personal\n knowledge. \"Ya don't wanta let yaself get bound here. They've got a—\"" ], [ "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "relief. I had expected an inarticulate drawl—something not yet\n language, not quite human. Instead his voice was clipped, precise,\n clear as new type on white paper. This gave me hope at a time when hope", "form of the person behind the desk with more clarity than I might\n have wished. He was large, but terribly emaciated, with the kind of\n gauntness that should be covered by a sheet—tenderly, reverently", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "\"I am in full charge here. You will speak only when spoken to,\" he\n said. His voice came as a surprise and, to me at least, as a profound", "downward, as though they were fascinated with the halting progress of\n their own feet. I had never seen people look so completely dispirited\n and tired. Only one man raised his head to look at us as we stood", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "directly over my face. To this day, I cannot be sure that this bleak\n beacon was ever turned off. I think not. I can only say with certainty", "Captain left, and the only other guard now relaxed in the shade of a\n boulder nearly fifty yards away. He was smoking a forbidden cigar.\n Suddenly and unaccountably, I felt a little taller than the others,", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "The Captain was still scrutinizing me from under the dark cliff of his\n brow. A thin smile now took shape on his lipless mouth. One of the", "cause the sharp cheekbones to break through. There was a darkness about\n the skin that should have been, yet somehow did not seem to be the\n healthy tan of outdoor living. It was a coloring that came from the", "softened and sloughed away. I was, at last, Number 109 at work on a\n monstrous manure pile, and I labored with the muscles and nerves of an", "were two strands of barbed wire running along the top. A sign over the\n gate—stark, black lettering on a light gray background—read:\nSilence!—No admission without", "for \"Beddy-by.\" And in a continuous, unbroken motion we slogged into\n another long building, discarded our coveralls, waded through a shallow", "outing when we arrived at Morton's place. The weather was perfect—the\n first chill of autumn had arrived in the form of a fine, needle-shower", "enough to reassure ourselves of the utter hopelessness of the task\n before us. Not daring to look at each other closely, fearing to see our\n own despair reflected in the faces of others, we picked up our hammers", "We were led into a small office at one end of a long, wooden, one-story\n building. A sign on the door said, simply, \"" ], [ "have explained the general pattern of activity. The object, it seemed,\n was to move all this soggy fertilizer from its present imposing site\n to another small but growing pile located about three hundred yards", "there!\" and had made some remark about the baggy gray coveralls they\n wore—\"Just like convicts,\" she said. The driver, a huge, swinelike", "I had nothing to say. My toes, I noted, looked much the same. Then,\n behind my back, I heard a sharp squeal from Bertha. \"Stop that! Oh\n stop! Stop! The brochure said nothing about—\"", "seams. This meant scraping up the stuff with the hands and refilling\n another paper bag. Needless to say, also, pitchforks and shovels\n were forbidden at the Farm, as was any potentially dangerous object", "It was beautifully timed: the ancient motor-bus had two blowouts on the\n way up the last half-mile of corduroy road that led to the place, and", "The older of the two women knocked the pack from my hand, ground it\n under her heel on the floor and let me have one across the face with", "The grim Captain made an appearance in the rock quarry one morning\n just as we were beginning work. He stood on top of a pile of stones,\n swinging his kidney-sap from his wrist and letting his eyes sweep over\n us as though selecting one for slaughter.", "form of the person behind the desk with more clarity than I might\n have wished. He was large, but terribly emaciated, with the kind of\n gauntness that should be covered by a sheet—tenderly, reverently", "enough to reassure ourselves of the utter hopelessness of the task\n before us. Not daring to look at each other closely, fearing to see our\n own despair reflected in the faces of others, we picked up our hammers", "directly over my face. To this day, I cannot be sure that this bleak\n beacon was ever turned off. I think not. I can only say with certainty", "softened and sloughed away. I was, at last, Number 109 at work on a\n monstrous manure pile, and I labored with the muscles and nerves of an", "choice of activities. There is the jute mill, the rock quarry, the\n stump-removal detail, the manure pile....\"", "relief. I had expected an inarticulate drawl—something not yet\n language, not quite human. Instead his voice was clipped, precise,\n clear as new type on white paper. This gave me hope at a time when hope", "Captain left, and the only other guard now relaxed in the shade of a\n boulder nearly fifty yards away. He was smoking a forbidden cigar.\n Suddenly and unaccountably, I felt a little taller than the others,", "shipped in specially from the Outside. We found it in us to giggle,\n when the end of the visit was announced, over our own choice of\n conversational material for that precious quarter hour. Thereafter,", "and finally. Picture the archetype of every chain-gang captain who\n has been relieved for inhumanity to prisoners; imagine the naked\n attribute Meanness, stripped of all accidental, incongruous, mitigating", "\"They'll bind ya,\" he said with the finality of special and personal\n knowledge. \"Ya don't wanta let yaself get bound here. They've got a—\"", "were two strands of barbed wire running along the top. A sign over the\n gate—stark, black lettering on a light gray background—read:\nSilence!—No admission without", "\"You had a moment,\" he said, simply and declaratively. \"You didn't miss\n it, did you?\"\n\n\n \"No,\" I replied, not fully understanding. \"No, I didn't miss it.\"", "let us do the thinkin' around here. Git outa line just once an' you'll\n see what we can do with a sock fulla hog kidneys.\"" ] ]

[ "What does Clayton dislike the most about Mars?", "How does Clayton get on the spaceship back to Earth?", "What is the relationship between Clayton and Parks?", "Who is Parks?", "What is likely to happen to Clayton?", "What likely happened to Parks?", "Why is Clayton on Mars?", "How does Clayton explain why he is on the STS-52?", "What best describes Clayton?", "What is a theme of the story?" ]

[ [ "The food", "The beer", "The lack of oxygen", "The cold" ], [ "He pretends to be Parks by wearing his uniform and taking his identification. ", "He persuades Lieutenant Harris to let him go back to Earth.", "He is allowed to go back to Earth after finishing his 15 year sentence on Mars.", "He forges Lieutenant Harris’ signature on papers that say he can go back to Earth. " ], [ "They flew to Mars together.", "They are strangers who met in a bar.", "Parks is Clayton’s boss in the mines.", "They met in prison on Earth. " ], [ "He is a pilot for the STS-52 spaceship.", "He is the bartender in The Recreation Building.", "He is a steward on the STS-52 spaceship. ", "He is another convict colonist. " ], [ "He is sentenced to prison on Earth. ", "Parks’ mother welcomes Clayton to Indiana.", "He is shipped back to Mars.", "He is celebrated as a hero. " ], [ "He is charged with treason and sentenced to stay on Mars. ", "He dies from no oxygen. ", "His crewmates on the STS-52 find him. ", "He freezes to death." ], [ "He chose to go to Mars instead of going to prison on Earth. ", "He volunteered to colonize Mars. ", "He was sentenced to 10 years on Mars because the prisons on Earth were overcrowded.", "He chose to go to Mars and work in the mines because he thought it would pay well. " ], [ "He has finished his 10 year sentence on Mars. ", "He made a bet with Parks that he would be able to get on the ship.", "He has signed papers that say he can go back to Earth.", "Parks wanted to stay on Mars and asked Clayton to take his place on the ship." ], [ "He uses his cleverness to get out of bad situations.", "He is malicious to others for fun. ", "He uses humor to get other people to like him.", "He resorts to violence when he is treated unfairly. " ], [ "Where there's a will, there's a way. ", "Desperation makes people behave immorally. ", "Extreme punishment changes people. ", "The grass is always greener on the other side. " ] ]

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[ [ "Clayton hated Mars. He\n hated the thin air and the\n cold. More than anything, he\n hated the cold.\n\n\n Ron Clayton wanted to go\n home.", "back to Clayton. “Pers-nally,\n I don’t see why anybody’d\n stay on Mars. Here y’are,\n practic’ly on the equator in", "That was the thing he hated\n about Mars—the cold. The\n everlasting damned cold! And\n the oxidation pills; take one\n every three hours or smother\n in the poor, thin air.", "“Clayton, your last conviction\n was for strong-arm robbery.\n You were given a choice\n between prison on Earth and\n freedom here on Mars. You\n picked Mars.”", "wasn’t even Clayton any more. He was only—\nThe Man Who Hated Mars\nBy RANDALL GARRETT\n“I want", "To escape from Mars, all Clayton had to do was the impossible. Break out of\n a crack-proof exile camp—get onto a ship that couldn’t be", "“Now if you was smart,\n you’d go home, where it’s\n warm. Mars wasn’t built for\n people to live on, anyhow. I\n don’t see how you stand it.”", "He stood there with his eyes\n closed, listening to the music\n and hating Mars.", "fists and his eyes and cursed\n mentally.\nGod, how I hate\n Mars!\nWhen the hauntingly nostalgic", "The heat-sucking frigidity\n of the thin Martian air whispered\n around him in a feeble\n breeze. He shivered a little\n and began walking toward the\n recreation center.", "He has been identified as\n Ronald Watkins Clayton, exiled\n to Mars fifteen years ago.", "man had a bad cold, and Clayton\n turned slowly to look at\n him. After all the sterilization\n they went through before they\n left Earth, nobody on Mars", "Clayton agreed. “It’s always\n cold.” He watched enviously\n as the spaceman ordered\n another whiskey.", "But they would know about\n it on Earth by now. They\n would pick him up the instant\n the ship landed. And the best\n he could hope for was a return\n to Mars.", "boarded—smash through an impenetrable wall of steel. Perhaps he could do\n all these things, but he discovered that Mars did evil things to men; that he", "would go wrong. It\ncouldn’t\ngo wrong. He didn’t want\n to die, and he didn’t want to\n go back to Mars.", "The iciness didn’t seem to\n go away immediately. It was\n like the mine. Little old Mars\n was cold clear down to her", "“You know, of course,” he\n said judiciously, “that you’ll\n be shipped back to Mars immediately.\n And you’ll have to\n work out your passage both\n ways—it will be deducted\n from your pay.”", "Clayton wanted to go over\n and smash the machine—make\n it stop reminding him.\n He clenched his teeth and his", "Evidently, he didn’t realize\n that fifteen years of Martian\n gravity had so weakened his\n muscles that he could hardly\n walk under the pull of a full\n Earth gee." ], [ "Clayton was right. The fellow\n had an oxygen tube\n clamped firmly over his nose.\n He was wearing the uniform\n of the Space Transport Service.\n\n\n “Just get in on the ship?”\n Clayton asked conversationally.", "The ship was eight hours\n out from Earth and still decelerating\n when Clayton pulled\n his getaway.", "and turn you both in to the\n authorities when we hit\n Earth.” He eyed Clayton.\n “What’s your name?”", "Clayton got up and went\n outside toward the ship.\n\n\n “Wake up! Hey, you! Wake\n up!”", "To escape from Mars, all Clayton had to do was the impossible. Break out of\n a crack-proof exile camp—get onto a ship that couldn’t be", "back to Clayton. “Pers-nally,\n I don’t see why anybody’d\n stay on Mars. Here y’are,\n practic’ly on the equator in", "“Clayton, your last conviction\n was for strong-arm robbery.\n You were given a choice\n between prison on Earth and\n freedom here on Mars. You\n picked Mars.”", "Clayton hated Mars. He\n hated the thin air and the\n cold. More than anything, he\n hated the cold.\n\n\n Ron Clayton wanted to go\n home.", "him. It was no longer\n decelerating, so it would miss\n Earth and drift on into space.\n On the other hand, the lifeship\n would come down very", "When the alarm rang,\n Earth was a mottled globe\n looming hugely beneath the\n ship. Clayton watched the\n dials on the board, and began\n to follow the instructions on\n the landing sheet.", "But they would know about\n it on Earth by now. They\n would pick him up the instant\n the ship landed. And the best\n he could hope for was a return\n to Mars.", "Clayton was in condition, the\n medic and the quartermaster\n officer who had found him\n took him up to the First Officer’s\n compartment.", "Clayton shook his head and\n tried to stand up in the wreckage.\n He got to his hands and\n knees, dizzy but unhurt, and\n took a deep breath of the fresh\n air that was blowing in\n through the hole in the cabin.", "Maybe he could talk the\n spaceman out of a couple of\n drinks.\n\n\n “My name’s Clayton. Ron\n Clayton.”", "Clayton grinned. They’d\n never know it wasn’t Parks\n getting on the ship.", "“You know, of course,” he\n said judiciously, “that you’ll\n be shipped back to Mars immediately.\n And you’ll have to\n work out your passage both\n ways—it will be deducted\n from your pay.”", "He has been identified as\n Ronald Watkins Clayton, exiled\n to Mars fifteen years ago.", "Clayton agreed. “It’s always\n cold.” He watched enviously\n as the spaceman ordered\n another whiskey.", "He was very clever about\n the whole plan. When turn-over\n came, he pretended to\n get violently spacesick. That\n gave him an opportunity to\n steal a bottle of chloral hydrate\n from the medic’s locker.", "Clayton pulled himself up\n by holding to the man’s arm.\n The effort made him dizzy\n and nauseated." ], [ "Clayton helped Parks put\n his mask and parka on and\n they walked out into the cold\n night.\n\n\n Parks began to sing\nGreen\n Hills\n. About halfway through,\n he stopped and turned to\n Clayton.", "“And that, that—” Clayton\n said as Parks doubled over.", "That was when Clayton\n decided he really hated Parks.\n\n\n And when Parks said:\n “Why be dumb, friend? Whyn’t\n you go home?” Clayton\n kicked him in the stomach,\n hard.", "Parks glanced around\n quickly, moving only his eyes.\n “Yeah. I see,” he said softly.\n\n\n “This your first trip?” asked\n Clayton.", "Parks was nodding vaguely.\n Clayton looked up at the clock\n above the bar and realized\n that they had been talking for\n better than an hour. Parks\n was buying another round.", "The uniform fit Clayton\n fine, and so did the nose mask.\n He dumped his own clothing\n on top of Parks’ nearly nude", "There was, Clayton found,\n only one trouble with Parks.\n He got to talking so loud that\n the bartender refused to serve", "anyway.\nThe Shark still had his light\n on when they arrived. Clayton\n whispered to Parks: “I’ll go\n in. He knows me. He wouldn’t", "Clayton clamped his teeth\n together, making the muscles\n at the side of his jaw stand\n out.\n\n\n Parks didn’t notice. “You\n guys have to take those pills,\n don’t you?”", "As Clayton drank, Parks\n said: “Hey! I better get back\n to the field! I know! We can", "either one of them any more.\nThe bartender said Clayton\n was getting loud, too, but it\n was just because he had to\n talk loud to make Parks hear", "This guy did have a couple\n of new twists, but not enough\n to make the story worthwhile.\n\n\n “Boy,” Clayton said when\n Parks had finished, “you were\n lucky to come out of that\n alive!”", "It was a very good story.\n Clayton had made it up himself,\n so he knew that Parks\n had never heard it before. It\n was gory in just the right\n places, with a nice effect at\n the end.", "Base and I had to walk back—with\n my oxy low. Well, I\n figured—”\nClayton listened to Parks’\n story with a great show of attention,", "It was quite a walk to the\n Shark’s place. It was so cold\n that even Parks was beginning\n to sober up a little. He\n was laughing like hell when\n Clayton started to sing.", "Then Clayton saw why.\n Parks’ nose tube had come off\n when Clayton’s foot struck\n his head.\n\n\n Parks was breathing heavily,\n but he wasn’t getting any\n oxygen.", "Clayton grinned. They’d\n never know it wasn’t Parks\n getting on the ship.", "Parks was a hell of a nice\n fellow.", "Clayton realized he didn’t\n like Parks. But maybe he’d\n buy a bottle.", "That was when the Big\n Idea hit Ron Clayton. With a\n nosepiece on like that, you\n couldn’t tell who a man was.\n He took another drink from\n the jug and then began to\n take Parks’ clothes off." ], [ "Parks was a hell of a nice\n fellow.", "Parks was nodding vaguely.\n Clayton looked up at the clock\n above the bar and realized\n that they had been talking for\n better than an hour. Parks\n was buying another round.", "Parks glanced around\n quickly, moving only his eyes.\n “Yeah. I see,” he said softly.\n\n\n “This your first trip?” asked\n Clayton.", "There was, Clayton found,\n only one trouble with Parks.\n He got to talking so loud that\n the bartender refused to serve", "“And that, that—” Clayton\n said as Parks doubled over.", "Clayton helped Parks put\n his mask and parka on and\n they walked out into the cold\n night.\n\n\n Parks began to sing\nGreen\n Hills\n. About halfway through,\n he stopped and turned to\n Clayton.", "Parks was a steward, too.\n A cook’s helper. That was\n good. If he’d been a jetman or", "Parks nodded, well pleased\n with himself, and bought another\n round of drinks.", "Parks took the bottle, opened\n it, and took a good belt out\n of it.\n\n\n “Hooh!” he breathed.\n “Pretty smooth.”", "anyway.\nThe Shark still had his light\n on when they arrived. Clayton\n whispered to Parks: “I’ll go\n in. He knows me. He wouldn’t", "That was when Clayton\n decided he really hated Parks.\n\n\n And when Parks said:\n “Why be dumb, friend? Whyn’t\n you go home?” Clayton\n kicked him in the stomach,\n hard.", "“Did you—uh—I mean—”\n Parks looked suddenly confused.", "“Okay,” said Parks. “We’ll\n get a bottle. That’s what we\n need: a bottle.”", "As Clayton drank, Parks\n said: “Hey! I better get back\n to the field! I know! We can", "He said it again as he kicked\n him in the head. And in\n the ribs. Parks was gasping\n as he writhed on the ground,\n but he soon lay still.", "Base and I had to walk back—with\n my oxy low. Well, I\n figured—”\nClayton listened to Parks’\n story with a great show of attention,", "When he came out with the\n bottle, Parks was sitting on\n a rock, shivering.", "Parks shook his head. “No,\n thanks. I started on whiskey.\n Here, let me buy you one.”\n\n\n “Well—thanks. Don’t mind\n if I do.”", "This guy did have a couple\n of new twists, but not enough\n to make the story worthwhile.\n\n\n “Boy,” Clayton said when\n Parks had finished, “you were\n lucky to come out of that\n alive!”", "It was quite a walk to the\n Shark’s place. It was so cold\n that even Parks was beginning\n to sober up a little. He\n was laughing like hell when\n Clayton started to sing." ], [ "Clayton broke into a whining\n rage. “You can’t do that!\n It isn’t fair! I never did anything", "“Well, I was drunk,” Clayton\n said defensively. “A man\n doesn’t know what he’s doing\n when he’s drunk.” He frowned\n in concentration. He knew\n he’d have to think up some\n story.", "and turn you both in to the\n authorities when we hit\n Earth.” He eyed Clayton.\n “What’s your name?”", "Then he’d put Clayton on\n report anyway. Strictly a rat.", "This guy did have a couple\n of new twists, but not enough\n to make the story worthwhile.\n\n\n “Boy,” Clayton said when\n Parks had finished, “you were\n lucky to come out of that\n alive!”", "Clayton shook his head and\n tried to stand up in the wreckage.\n He got to his hands and\n knees, dizzy but unhurt, and\n took a deep breath of the fresh\n air that was blowing in\n through the hole in the cabin.", "Parkinson must be dead;\n he knew that. That meant the\n Chamber. And even if he wasn’t,\n they’d send Clayton back", "Clayton couldn’t afford\n whiskey. He probably could\n have by this time, if the mines\n had made him a foreman, like\n they should have.", "Clayton glanced quickly to\n make sure the bartender was\n out of earshot. Then he grinned.\n “You mean am I a convict?", "Clayton clamped his teeth\n together, making the muscles\n at the side of his jaw stand\n out.\n\n\n Parks didn’t notice. “You\n guys have to take those pills,\n don’t you?”", "Clayton didn’t struggle as\n they led him down to the sick\n bay. He was trying to clear\n his head. Where was he? He\n must have been pretty drunk\n last night.", "It took them the better part\n of an hour to get Clayton\n awake enough to realize what\n was going on and where he", "Clayton helped Parks put\n his mask and parka on and\n they walked out into the cold\n night.\n\n\n Parks began to sing\nGreen\n Hills\n. About halfway through,\n he stopped and turned to\n Clayton.", "It was a very good story.\n Clayton had made it up himself,\n so he knew that Parks\n had never heard it before. It\n was gory in just the right\n places, with a nice effect at\n the end.", "Clayton sat for several minutes,\n looking through the\n booklet and drinking from the\n bottle. He emptied it just before\n the warning sirens keened\n through the thin air.", "“I’m sorry, Clayton. It can’t\n be done. You’re here. Period.\n Forget about trying to get", "anyway.\nThe Shark still had his light\n on when they arrived. Clayton\n whispered to Parks: “I’ll go\n in. He knows me. He wouldn’t", "“You wait out here,” Clayton\n said.", "Clayton wasn’t drunk—he\n was sick. His head felt like\n hell. Where the devil was he?\n\n\n “Get up, bud. Come on, get\n up!”", "Somebody was slapping his\n cheeks. Clayton opened his\n eyes and looked at the blurred\n face over his own.\n\n\n From a distance, another\n voice said: “Who is it?”" ], [ "He said it again as he kicked\n him in the head. And in\n the ribs. Parks was gasping\n as he writhed on the ground,\n but he soon lay still.", "This guy did have a couple\n of new twists, but not enough\n to make the story worthwhile.\n\n\n “Boy,” Clayton said when\n Parks had finished, “you were\n lucky to come out of that\n alive!”", "Parks was a hell of a nice\n fellow.", "Parks glanced around\n quickly, moving only his eyes.\n “Yeah. I see,” he said softly.\n\n\n “This your first trip?” asked\n Clayton.", "Parkinson must be dead;\n he knew that. That meant the\n Chamber. And even if he wasn’t,\n they’d send Clayton back", "Clayton helped Parks put\n his mask and parka on and\n they walked out into the cold\n night.\n\n\n Parks began to sing\nGreen\n Hills\n. About halfway through,\n he stopped and turned to\n Clayton.", "Parks was a steward, too.\n A cook’s helper. That was\n good. If he’d been a jetman or", "Parks was nodding vaguely.\n Clayton looked up at the clock\n above the bar and realized\n that they had been talking for\n better than an hour. Parks\n was buying another round.", "There was, Clayton found,\n only one trouble with Parks.\n He got to talking so loud that\n the bartender refused to serve", "“And that, that—” Clayton\n said as Parks doubled over.", "That was when Clayton\n decided he really hated Parks.\n\n\n And when Parks said:\n “Why be dumb, friend? Whyn’t\n you go home?” Clayton\n kicked him in the stomach,\n hard.", "anyway.\nThe Shark still had his light\n on when they arrived. Clayton\n whispered to Parks: “I’ll go\n in. He knows me. He wouldn’t", "It was a very good story.\n Clayton had made it up himself,\n so he knew that Parks\n had never heard it before. It\n was gory in just the right\n places, with a nice effect at\n the end.", "Base and I had to walk back—with\n my oxy low. Well, I\n figured—”\nClayton listened to Parks’\n story with a great show of attention,", "“Did you—uh—I mean—”\n Parks looked suddenly confused.", "Parks nodded, well pleased\n with himself, and bought another\n round of drinks.", "either one of them any more.\nThe bartender said Clayton\n was getting loud, too, but it\n was just because he had to\n talk loud to make Parks hear", "It was quite a walk to the\n Shark’s place. It was so cold\n that even Parks was beginning\n to sober up a little. He\n was laughing like hell when\n Clayton started to sing.", "As Clayton drank, Parks\n said: “Hey! I better get back\n to the field! I know! We can", "He remembered meeting\n Parks. And getting thrown\n out by the bartender. Then\n what?" ], [ "“Clayton, your last conviction\n was for strong-arm robbery.\n You were given a choice\n between prison on Earth and\n freedom here on Mars. You\n picked Mars.”", "Clayton hated Mars. He\n hated the thin air and the\n cold. More than anything, he\n hated the cold.\n\n\n Ron Clayton wanted to go\n home.", "back to Clayton. “Pers-nally,\n I don’t see why anybody’d\n stay on Mars. Here y’are,\n practic’ly on the equator in", "He has been identified as\n Ronald Watkins Clayton, exiled\n to Mars fifteen years ago.", "To escape from Mars, all Clayton had to do was the impossible. Break out of\n a crack-proof exile camp—get onto a ship that couldn’t be", "Clayton was right. The fellow\n had an oxygen tube\n clamped firmly over his nose.\n He was wearing the uniform\n of the Space Transport Service.\n\n\n “Just get in on the ship?”\n Clayton asked conversationally.", "wasn’t even Clayton any more. He was only—\nThe Man Who Hated Mars\nBy RANDALL GARRETT\n“I want", "But they would know about\n it on Earth by now. They\n would pick him up the instant\n the ship landed. And the best\n he could hope for was a return\n to Mars.", "man had a bad cold, and Clayton\n turned slowly to look at\n him. After all the sterilization\n they went through before they\n left Earth, nobody on Mars", "and turn you both in to the\n authorities when we hit\n Earth.” He eyed Clayton.\n “What’s your name?”", "“Now if you was smart,\n you’d go home, where it’s\n warm. Mars wasn’t built for\n people to live on, anyhow. I\n don’t see how you stand it.”", "That was the thing he hated\n about Mars—the cold. The\n everlasting damned cold! And\n the oxidation pills; take one\n every three hours or smother\n in the poor, thin air.", "The ship was eight hours\n out from Earth and still decelerating\n when Clayton pulled\n his getaway.", "“You know, of course,” he\n said judiciously, “that you’ll\n be shipped back to Mars immediately.\n And you’ll have to\n work out your passage both\n ways—it will be deducted\n from your pay.”", "Maybe he could talk the\n spaceman out of a couple of\n drinks.\n\n\n “My name’s Clayton. Ron\n Clayton.”", "Probably bringing another\n load of poor suckers to freeze\n to death on Mars.", "to Mars. Luckily, there was no\n way for either planet to communicate\n with the ship; it was\n hard enough to keep a beam\n trained on a planet without", "Clayton agreed. “It’s always\n cold.” He watched enviously\n as the spaceman ordered\n another whiskey.", "When the alarm rang,\n Earth was a mottled globe\n looming hugely beneath the\n ship. Clayton watched the\n dials on the board, and began\n to follow the instructions on\n the landing sheet.", "Clayton got up and went\n outside toward the ship.\n\n\n “Wake up! Hey, you! Wake\n up!”" ], [ "was. Even then, he was\n plenty groggy.\nIt was the First Officer of\n the STS-52 who finally got the\n story straight. As soon as", "Clayton was right. The fellow\n had an oxygen tube\n clamped firmly over his nose.\n He was wearing the uniform\n of the Space Transport Service.\n\n\n “Just get in on the ship?”\n Clayton asked conversationally.", "“Clayton, your last conviction\n was for strong-arm robbery.\n You were given a choice\n between prison on Earth and\n freedom here on Mars. You\n picked Mars.”", "Maybe he could talk the\n spaceman out of a couple of\n drinks.\n\n\n “My name’s Clayton. Ron\n Clayton.”", "and turn you both in to the\n authorities when we hit\n Earth.” He eyed Clayton.\n “What’s your name?”", "Then he turned on the\n drive, set it at half a gee, and\n watched the STS-52 drop behind", "20 January 2102\nTo: Space Transport Service\n\n Subject: Lifeship 2, STS-52\n\n Attention Mr. P. D. Latimer", "back to Clayton. “Pers-nally,\n I don’t see why anybody’d\n stay on Mars. Here y’are,\n practic’ly on the equator in", "“Well, I was drunk,” Clayton\n said defensively. “A man\n doesn’t know what he’s doing\n when he’s drunk.” He frowned\n in concentration. He knew\n he’d have to think up some\n story.", "Beneath the dream was the\n calm assurance that they\n would never catch him and\n send him back. When the\n STS-52 failed to show up,\n they would think he had been\n lost with it. They would never\n look for him.", "Clayton hated Mars. He\n hated the thin air and the\n cold. More than anything, he\n hated the cold.\n\n\n Ron Clayton wanted to go\n home.", "He has been identified as\n Ronald Watkins Clayton, exiled\n to Mars fifteen years ago.", "The ship was eight hours\n out from Earth and still decelerating\n when Clayton pulled\n his getaway.", "Clayton agreed. “It’s always\n cold.” He watched enviously\n as the spaceman ordered\n another whiskey.", "Clayton looked down at his\n clothes in wonder. “I don’t\n know.”\n\n\n “You\ndon’t know\n? That’s a\n hell of an answer.”", "Clayton was in condition, the\n medic and the quartermaster\n officer who had found him\n took him up to the First Officer’s\n compartment.", "Clayton got up and went\n outside toward the ship.\n\n\n “Wake up! Hey, you! Wake\n up!”", "Clayton shook his head and\n tried to stand up in the wreckage.\n He got to his hands and\n knees, dizzy but unhurt, and\n took a deep breath of the fresh\n air that was blowing in\n through the hole in the cabin.", "“I’m sorry, Clayton. It can’t\n be done. You’re here. Period.\n Forget about trying to get", "But no—the government\n had other ideas. A bunch of\n bigshot scientific characters\n had come up with the idea\n nearly twenty-three years before.\n Clayton could remember\n the words on the sheet he had\n been given when he was sentenced." ], [ "desk; but long enough to verify\n the impression his voice\n had given. Ron Clayton was a\n big, ugly, cowardly, dangerous\n man.", "Clayton wasn’t drunk—he\n was sick. His head felt like\n hell. Where the devil was he?\n\n\n “Get up, bud. Come on, get\n up!”", "“Well, I was drunk,” Clayton\n said defensively. “A man\n doesn’t know what he’s doing\n when he’s drunk.” He frowned\n in concentration. He knew\n he’d have to think up some\n story.", "Clayton broke into a whining\n rage. “You can’t do that!\n It isn’t fair! I never did anything", "It took them the better part\n of an hour to get Clayton\n awake enough to realize what\n was going on and where he", "Clayton shook his head and\n tried to stand up in the wreckage.\n He got to his hands and\n knees, dizzy but unhurt, and\n took a deep breath of the fresh\n air that was blowing in\n through the hole in the cabin.", "Somebody was slapping his\n cheeks. Clayton opened his\n eyes and looked at the blurred\n face over his own.\n\n\n From a distance, another\n voice said: “Who is it?”", "Then he’d put Clayton on\n report anyway. Strictly a rat.", "Clayton helped Parks put\n his mask and parka on and\n they walked out into the cold\n night.\n\n\n Parks began to sing\nGreen\n Hills\n. About halfway through,\n he stopped and turned to\n Clayton.", "Clayton looked down at his\n clothes in wonder. “I don’t\n know.”\n\n\n “You\ndon’t know\n? That’s a\n hell of an answer.”", "Clayton clamped his teeth\n together, making the muscles\n at the side of his jaw stand\n out.\n\n\n Parks didn’t notice. “You\n guys have to take those pills,\n don’t you?”", "Clayton pulled himself up\n by holding to the man’s arm.\n The effort made him dizzy\n and nauseated.", "It was a very good story.\n Clayton had made it up himself,\n so he knew that Parks\n had never heard it before. It\n was gory in just the right\n places, with a nice effect at\n the end.", "The uniform fit Clayton\n fine, and so did the nose mask.\n He dumped his own clothing\n on top of Parks’ nearly nude", "Clayton to do, really. He helped\n to select the foods that\n went into the automatics, and\n he cleaned them out after each\n meal was cooked. Once every", "This guy did have a couple\n of new twists, but not enough\n to make the story worthwhile.\n\n\n “Boy,” Clayton said when\n Parks had finished, “you were\n lucky to come out of that\n alive!”", "Clayton got up and went\n outside toward the ship.\n\n\n “Wake up! Hey, you! Wake\n up!”", "Clayton nodded. “I know.”", "Clayton out of his fair share\n of the Corey payroll job, and\n Clayton had been forced to\n get the money somehow. He", "either one of them any more.\nThe bartender said Clayton\n was getting loud, too, but it\n was just because he had to\n talk loud to make Parks hear" ], [ "It was a very good story.\n Clayton had made it up himself,\n so he knew that Parks\n had never heard it before. It\n was gory in just the right\n places, with a nice effect at\n the end.", "They drank them in silence,\n and Parks ordered two more.\n\n\n “Been here long?” Parks\n asked.\n\n\n “Fifteen years. Fifteen\n long, long years.”", "He nodded slowly. He’d\n been broke and hungry at the\n time. A sneaky little rat\n named Johnson had bilked", "This guy did have a couple\n of new twists, but not enough\n to make the story worthwhile.\n\n\n “Boy,” Clayton said when\n Parks had finished, “you were\n lucky to come out of that\n alive!”", "while, it actually did happen\n to someone; just often enough\n to keep the story going.", "She had thought he was\n going to jump her.\nLittle rat!\nhe thought,\nsomebody ought", "“Something like that happened\n to me a couple of years\n ago,” Clayton began. “I’m\n supervisor on the third shift", "They were playing Heinlein’s\nGreen Hills of Earth\n.", "“I was checking through\n the stores this morning when\n I found this man. He was\n asleep, dead drunk, behind the\n crates.”", "Slowly, over the days, he\n evolved a plan. He watched\n and waited and checked each\n little detail to make sure nothing", "“Well, I was drunk,” Clayton\n said defensively. “A man\n doesn’t know what he’s doing\n when he’s drunk.” He frowned\n in concentration. He knew\n he’d have to think up some\n story.", "“I kind of remember we\n made a bet. I bet him I could\n get on the ship. Sure—I remember,\n now. That’s what\n happened; I bet him I could\n get on the ship and we traded\n clothes.”", "Somebody was slapping his\n cheeks. Clayton opened his\n eyes and looked at the blurred\n face over his own.\n\n\n From a distance, another\n voice said: “Who is it?”", "That was when the Big\n Idea hit Ron Clayton. With a\n nosepiece on like that, you\n couldn’t tell who a man was.\n He took another drink from\n the jug and then began to\n take Parks’ clothes off.", "He’d worked in the mines\n for fifteen years. It wasn’t\n that he minded work really,\n but the foreman had it in for\n him. Always giving him a bad\n time; always picking out the\n lousy jobs for him.", "planets with only a minimum\n of change in the environment.”\nSo they made you live outside\n and like it. So you froze\n and you choked and you suffered.", "Then he began to run up\n the stairwell toward the good\n lifeboat.\n\n\n He was panting and out of\n breath when he arrived, but\n no one had stopped him. No\n one had even seen him.", "Clayton helped Parks put\n his mask and parka on and\n they walked out into the cold\n night.\n\n\n Parks began to sing\nGreen\n Hills\n. About halfway through,\n he stopped and turned to\n Clayton.", "water to drink. Where the\n beer tasted like beer and not\n like slop. Earth. Good green\n hills, the like of which exists\n nowhere else.", "Once, during his off time,\n he managed to disable one of\n the ship’s two lifeboats. He\n was saving the other for himself." ] ]

[ "How did Gibson and Xavier discover Farrell had crashed?", "From where did the Alphardians originate?", "Who was Xavier and what was his significance to the crew of Marco Four?", "Why does Stryker feel justified in ordering Farrell to conduct reconnaissance of Alphard Six prior to landing?", "Who are the Hymenops and what is their role in the story?", "How does the crew first realize the inhabitants of Alphard Six are not Hymenops?", "How did Farrell crash?", "Why did Stryker believe the Alphardians would be easily reclaimed?", "Why doesn't Gibson believe the inhabitants of Alphard Six are migrant Terrans?", "Why did Stryker disallow Gibson from venturing to the surface of Alphard Six?" ]

[ [ "Following the crash, the Alphardians flew to the Marco Four in a small boat used for emergency missions. The crew of the Marco Four thought this boat was a torpedo, but it turned out to just be the Alphardians offering their assistance.", "Gibson and Stryker had been monitoring Xavier and Farrell as they made their way to Alphard Six in separate ships, so they knew immediately when they both crashed.", "After devising a transceiver to tap into the frequency modulation of the Alphardians, they were able to understand their speech as the old Terran language and thereby learned about Farrell's crash.", "Since Xavier had been following Farrell in a separate ship, he witnessed the electrical blast that disabled Farrell's ship and led to his eventual capture." ], [ "They originally populated a Terran colony until they were hypnotized and essentially kidnapped as a control group for the Hymenops' human experimentations.", "Originally Terran settlers on Sirius, the Alphardians travelled for a thousand years to reach Alphard Six, where they established a new colony and developed their own language.", "The Alphardians were actually Terran colonists who had traveled a thousand years to reach Alphard Five, where they were captured by the Hymenops and brainwashed to do their bidding.", "The Alphardians had left Earth thousands of years prior for the express purpose of reaching Alphard Six, where they hoped to establish a new Terran colony." ], [ "Xavier was the ship's mechanic, whose vast knowledge of Hymenop history contributed to the positive identification of the mysterious ship on Alphard Six.", "Xavier was a mechanic who possessed a calm, quiet disposition and contributed his knowledge and expertise in a variety of ways during the mission.", "Xavier was a humanoid who understood the language of the Alphardians, and therefore his presence was essential when he was sent with Farrell to investigate Alphard Six.", "Xavier was a robot with an encyclopedic knowledge of Terran history who assisted the crew in a number of research and exploratory capacities during their mission." ], [ "Alphard Six is an unreclaimed planet, and therefore the crew of the Marco Four knows nothing about its atmosphere, inhabitants, or environment. They must be wary of potential threats.", "A torpedo-like shape explodes near their ship, which Stryker believes might have destroyed them if they'd ventured any nearer.", "Stryker lives and breathes the Reclamations Handbook; he doesn't believe in listening to the expertise of his crewmembers.", "Stryker is the captain of the Marco Four, and therefore he is responsible for giving orders to his crew based on decisions he believes are necessary." ], [ "The Hymenops are an ancient alien species that build large beehive-like structures on the planets they invade and colonize. They use these structures to conduct their human experiments.", "Also called Bees, the Hymenops are natives of Alphard Five and headquarter the operations of their human experimentations there.", "The Hymenops are an alien species that resemble bees. The hypnotized Terrans worship them as gods and revert to a childlike state when they are not in their presence.", "The Hymenops are a hostile, bee-like species that use their power of hypnosis to conduct experiments upon Terrans." ], [ "There are no beehive-like structures on Alphard Six, and the Hymenops prefer to use a different kind of weapon than the shape the crew believes was a torpedo.", "The Hymenops were not native to Alphard Six; rather, they made their home on Alphard Five so that they could use it as a base to observe their human experiments.", "When Farrell wakes up after his crash, he recognizes the white-smocked man that attends to him as an old Terran.", "When Xavier uses his magnoscanner to investigate the planet's surface, he discovers the existence of an old Terran spacecraft." ], [ "His helihopper was shot down by the torpedo they had earlier avoided when Stryker ordered Farrell to circle back and conduct the reconnaissance spiral.", "As he was flying towards the planet's surface, Farrell inadvertently intercepted an electromagnetic wave the Alphardians used to transmit their frequency modulations.", "Xavier accidentally ran into his helihopper because their communications were scrambled by the interception from the Alphardians' transceiver.", "Because they were largely a thing of the past, Farrell had forgotten about the existence of power lines, which the Alphardians used for their electricity, and he ran into one. This downed his helihopper." ], [ "Since the Hymenops wanted to observe them as a Terran control group, they were largely left unaltered by the Hymenops' hypnoses and therefore more susceptible to the reclamation process.", "The Hymenops' hypnotism had left the Alphardians' minds open and suggestible.", "Due to his devout study of the Reclamations Handbook, Stryker was confident he could implement the guidelines on Terrans in any configuration and be successful.", "The fact that they used the old language and dated technology indicated to Stryker that they were a simple-minded people and therefore likely more amenable to reclamation." ], [ "It was physically impossible for Terrans to survive a thousand-year journey from Earth to Alphard Six.", "He is suspicious of the hypnotic spell cast upon Terran groups by the Hymenops and worries that the inhabitants are another one of their hallucinations.", "Throughout all of their Reclamations missions, they had not discovered a single unreclaimed Terran colony that had progressed to traveling in space.", "He believes they are aliens from a system the crew of the Macro Four has yet to discover, beyond the old sphere of Terran exploration." ], [ "He was tired of him theorizing as to the hallucinatory nature of the things they had so far witnessed in the sky and on the surface of Alphard Six.", "Gibson needed to fix the computer that controlled the Macro Four's ability to conduct a Transfer jump quickly in case something went wrong.", "He wanted him to stay on the Macro Four in order to keep Xavier company by practicing dead languages and playing chess.", "Since Gibson had attended to the previous mission, Stryker wanted him to stay on the Macro Four while Farrell and Xavier took helihoppers to the planet's surface." ] ]

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[ [ "Farrell said dumbly, \"I don't\n understand. They didn't shoot\n you and Xav down too?\"\n\n\n It was Gibson's turn to stare.", "Farrell put his hands to his\n temples and groaned. \"The crash\n must have scrambled my wits.\n Gib, where\ndid\nthey come from?\"", "\"Good enough,\" Farrell said.\n And to Xavier, who had not\n moved from his post at the magnoscanner:\n \"How does it look,\n Xav? Have you pinned down\n their base yet?\"", "swarmed outside the ports when\n the Reclamations craft settled\n gently to the square again. Gibson\n and Xavier reached the ship\n first; Gibson came inside quickly,", "But uncertainty nagged uneasily\n at him when Farrell found\n himself alone in the helihopper\n with the forest flowing beneath\n like a leafy river and Xavier's", "Farrell sat up, groaning,\n when full consciousness made his\n position clear. He had been shot\n down by God knew what sort of\n devastating unorthodox weapon\n and was a prisoner in the\n grounded ship.", "Gibson, who for four hours\n had not looked up from his interminable\n chess game with\n Xavier, paused with a beleaguered\n knight in one blunt brown\n hand.", "When Farrell refused to be\n baited Stryker turned to Gibson,\n who was busily assessing the", "no better—they could not have\n overlooked the capture of Farrell\n and Xavier, and when they\n tried as a matter of course to\n rescue them the", "Xavier's mellow drone assumed\n the convention vibrato that\n indicated stark puzzlement. \"Its\n breached hull makes the ship incapable\n of flight. Apparently it\n is used only to supply power to\n the outlying hamlets.\"", "\"We cracked the communications\n problem early last night,\"\n Gibson said. \"These people use\n an ancient system of electromagnetic", "Gibson put a reassuring hand\n on Farrell's arm. \"It's all right,\n Arthur. There's no trouble.\"", "the group, and of Gibson, engineer,\n and linguist. Xavier, the\n ship's little mechanical, had—as\n was usual and proper—no voice", "The fat medic turned and\n said something urgent in his\n unintelligible tongue. Farrell,\n dazed by the enormity of what", "to look out, wondering how\n long he had lain unconscious,\n and felt panic knife at him\n when he saw Xavier's scouter lying,", "Farrell dropped into a chair at\n the chart table, limp with reaction.\n He was suddenly exhausted,\n and his head ached dully.", "applies here.\"\nHe waited for Farrell's expected\n irony, and when the\n navigator forestalled him by remaining\n grimly quiet, continued.", "\"They'll be alerted down there\n for a reconnaissance sally,\" he\n said. \"Why not let Xavier take", "\"What the hell are you doing,\n Arthur? Take us down!\"\n\n\n Farrell gaped at him, speechless.", "Xavier's voice, a mellow\n drone from the helihopper's\n Ringwave-powered visicom, cut" ], [ "the rest of the night and most\n of today. These Alphardians are\n friendly, so desperately happy to\n be found again that it's really\n pathetic.\"", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "leaving the mechanical outside\n making patient explanations\n to an excited group of Alphardians.", "light-years from Sol, at\n the old limits of Terran expansion,\n and there's no knowing\n what we may turn up here. Alphard's", "\"Alphard Six was surveyed and\n seeded with Terran bacteria\n around the year 3000, but the\n Bees invaded before we could", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "Gibson said seriously, \"Not\n probable, Lee. The same objection\n that rules out the Bees applies\n to any trans-Alphardian", "The\nMarco Four\n, Ringwave\n generators humming gently,\n hung at the moment just\n inside the orbit of Alphard Six's", "\"Succeeding generations of\n colonists grew up accepting the\n fact that their ship had missed\n Sirius and made planetfall here—they", "\"It couldn't have been built\n here,\" Stryker said. \"Alphard\n Six was surveyed just before the", "aboard, or their ancestors. That\n expedition perished after less\n than a light-year when its\n hydroponics system failed. The\n Hymenops found the ship derelict", "sleep\nwith that damned Reclamations\n Handbook, Lee? Alphard Six\n isn't an unreclaimed world—it\n was never colonized before the", "aliens who thrive on hard radiation\n and look on the danger of\n being blown to hell in the middle\n of the night as a satisfactory\n risk.\"", "open port near the corridor's end\n relieved the blankness of wall\n and let in a flood of reddish Alphardian\n sunlight; Farrell slowed", "own. The Hymenops had a hundred\n years to condition their human\n slaves to ignorance of\n everything beyond their immediate\n environment—the motives", "Farrell shook his head. \"It's\n a reverse application, isn't it of\n the old saw about Terrans being\n incapable of understanding an\n alien culture?\"", "he thought, its possession\n explained the presence of these\n people here in the first stronghold\n of the Hymenops; perhaps\n they had even fought and defeated", "\"The Hymenops were long-range\n planners, remember, and masters\n of hypnotic conditioning. They\n stocked the ship with a captive", "was one of the first systems\n the Bees took over. It must\n have been one of the last to be\n abandoned when they pulled back\n to 70 Ophiuchi.\"" ], [ "Reclamations crew, would have\n set the\nMarco Four\ndown at\n once but for the greater caution\n of Stryker, nominally captain of", "the group, and of Gibson, engineer,\n and linguist. Xavier, the\n ship's little mechanical, had—as\n was usual and proper—no voice", "Stryker lumbered past him\n and took the controls, spiraling\n the\nMarco Four\ndown. Men", "swarmed outside the ports when\n the Reclamations craft settled\n gently to the square again. Gibson\n and Xavier reached the ship\n first; Gibson came inside quickly,", "Stryker laughed for the first\n time since the explosion that\n had so nearly wrecked the\nMarco\n Four\n.", "damage done to the ship's more\n fragile equipment, and to Xavier,\n who searched the planet's\n surface with the ship's magnoscanner.\n The", "Xavier's mellow drone assumed\n the convention vibrato that\n indicated stark puzzlement. \"Its\n breached hull makes the ship incapable\n of flight. Apparently it\n is used only to supply power to\n the outlying hamlets.\"", "The\nMarco Four\n, ports open,\n lay grounded outside.\nFarrell could not have said,", "\"Good enough,\" Farrell said.\n And to Xavier, who had not\n moved from his post at the magnoscanner:\n \"How does it look,\n Xav? Have you pinned down\n their base yet?\"", "They crowded about the vision\n screen, jostling Xavier's jointed\n gray shape in their interest. The\n central city lay in minutest detail", "Xavier supplied the information\n with mechanical infallibility.\n \"Since the year 2100 when\n the Ringwave propulsion-communication\n principle was discovered.\n That principle has served\n men since.\"", "\"They'll be alerted down there\n for a reconnaissance sally,\" he\n said. \"Why not let Xavier take", "Xavier's voice, a mellow\n drone from the helihopper's\n Ringwave-powered visicom, cut", "He reached the\nMarco Four\nwith the startled shouts of his\n guide ringing unintelligibly in", "Gibson, who for four hours\n had not looked up from his interminable\n chess game with\n Xavier, paused with a beleaguered\n knight in one blunt brown\n hand.", "ten times the bulk\n of the\nMarco Four\n.\"", "The\nMarco Four\n, Ringwave\n generators humming gently,\n hung at the moment just\n inside the orbit of Alphard Six's", "Grumbling, Farrell punched\n coordinates on the Ringwave\n board that lifted the\nMarco Four\nout of her descent and restored\n the bluish enveloping haze of\n her repellors.", "But uncertainty nagged uneasily\n at him when Farrell found\n himself alone in the helihopper\n with the forest flowing beneath\n like a leafy river and Xavier's", "\"Which means that they're\n Terran, and can be dealt with\n according to Reclamations routine.\n Is that hulk spaceworthy,\n Xav?\"" ], [ "\"Reconnaissance spiral first,\n Arthur,\" Stryker said firmly. He\n chuckled at Farrell's instant", "Farrell, as Stryker had expected,\n interrupted with characteristic\n impatience. \"Do you\nsleep", "\"It couldn't have been built\n here,\" Stryker said. \"Alphard\n Six was surveyed just before the", "\"I doubt that they can. Any\n installation crudely enough\n equipped to trust in guided missiles\n is hardly likely to have developed\n efficient space craft.\"\n\n\n Stryker was not reassured.", "Reclamations crew, would have\n set the\nMarco Four\ndown at\n once but for the greater caution\n of Stryker, nominally captain of", "floor in a jangling roar of\n alarms.\n\"So the Handbook tacticians\n knew what they were about,\"\n Stryker said minutes later. Deliberately", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "\"Good enough,\" Farrell said.\n And to Xavier, who had not\n moved from his post at the magnoscanner:\n \"How does it look,\n Xav? Have you pinned down\n their base yet?\"", "Farrell stared in blank disbelief\n at the anomalous craft on\n the screen. Primitive, as Stryker", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "applies here.\"\nHe waited for Farrell's expected\n irony, and when the\n navigator forestalled him by remaining\n grimly quiet, continued.", "\"Are thrust reaction jets,\"\n Stryker finished in an awed\n voice. \"Primitive isn't the word,", "Farrell sat up, groaning,\n when full consciousness made his\n position clear. He had been shot\n down by God knew what sort of\n devastating unorthodox weapon\n and was a prisoner in the\n grounded ship.", "sleep\nwith that damned Reclamations\n Handbook, Lee? Alphard Six\n isn't an unreclaimed world—it\n was never colonized before the", "\"They'll be alerted down there\n for a reconnaissance sally,\" he\n said. \"Why not let Xavier take", "fission.\"\nFarrell, himself appalled by\n the information, still found himself\n able to chuckle at Stryker's\n bellow of consternation.", "Farrell shook his head. \"It's\n a reverse application, isn't it of\n the old saw about Terrans being\n incapable of understanding an\n alien culture?\"", "\"Arthur's right,\" Stryker said\n reluctantly. \"An atomic-powered\n ship\ncouldn't", "risk our necks and a valuable\n Reorientations ship by landing\n blind on an unobserved planet.\n We're too close already. Cut in" ], [ "\"The Hymenops were long-range\n planners, remember, and masters\n of hypnotic conditioning. They\n stocked the ship with a captive", "own. The Hymenops had a hundred\n years to condition their human\n slaves to ignorance of\n everything beyond their immediate\n environment—the motives", "he thought, its possession\n explained the presence of these\n people here in the first stronghold\n of the Hymenops; perhaps\n they had even fought and defeated", "\"They can't be Hymenops,\"\n Gibson said promptly. \"First,\n because the Bees pinned their", "race. We never understood the\n Hymenops because there's no\n common ground of logic between\n us. Why try to interpret their\n intentions now?\"", "still don't know where\n they really are—by luck. They\n never knew about the Hymenops,\n and they've struggled along\n with an inadequate technology in", "Stryker turned on him almost\n angrily. \"If they're not Hymenops\n or humans or aliens, then", "fortunate ending to a Hymenop\n experiment,\" he said. \"These\n people progressed normally because\n they've been let alone. Reorienting\n them will be a simple", "as the Hymenops'—we've been\n over that argument a hundred\n times on other reclaimed\n worlds.\"", "here someday, and that they'd\n be as different from us in form\n and motivation as the Hymenops.\n Why not now?\"", "\"If they're neither Hymenops\n nor resurgent colonists,\" he said,\n \"then there's only one choice remaining—they're", "fleeing Hymenop conquerors—would\n have broken him long\n ago. But that same hard experience\n had honed rather than\n blunted the edge of his imagination,", "before you and I were born—neither\n of us ever saw a Hymenop,\n and never will!\"", "aboard, or their ancestors. That\n expedition perished after less\n than a light-year when its\n hydroponics system failed. The\n Hymenops found the ship derelict", "\"If it's an imitation, and this\n is another Hymenop experiment\n in condition ecology, then we're", "\"And they'd never have\n fought past the Bees during the\n Hymenop invasion and occupation,\"\n Farrell finished triumphantly.", "we'll stumble across a functioning\n dome of live, buzzing Hymenops.\n Damn it, Gib, the Bees\n pulled out a hundred years ago,", "We never found a colony so\n advanced, Farrell thought. Suppose\n this is a Hymenop experiment\n that really paid off? The", "penetration of Hymenop-occupied\n space to set up a colony under\n the very antennae of the\n Bees. Longevity wasn't developed", "\"But the ship wasn't here in\n 3000,\" Gibson said, \"and it is\n now. Therefore it must have arrived\n at some time during the\n two hundred years of Hymenop\n occupation and evacuation.\"" ], [ "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "\"The Hymenops were long-range\n planners, remember, and masters\n of hypnotic conditioning. They\n stocked the ship with a captive", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "aboard, or their ancestors. That\n expedition perished after less\n than a light-year when its\n hydroponics system failed. The\n Hymenops found the ship derelict", "Stryker turned on him almost\n angrily. \"If they're not Hymenops\n or humans or aliens, then", "We never found a colony so\n advanced, Farrell thought. Suppose\n this is a Hymenop experiment\n that really paid off? The", "\"They're not alien,\" Gibson\n said positively. \"Their architecture\n is Terran, and so is their\n ship. The ship is incredibly\n primitive, though; those batteries\n of tubes at either end—\"", "\"Alphard Six was surveyed and\n seeded with Terran bacteria\n around the year 3000, but the\n Bees invaded before we could", "sharply into his musing. \"The\n ship has discovered the scouter\n and is training an electronic\n beam upon it. My instruments\n record an electromagnetic vibration", "the rest of the night and most\n of today. These Alphardians are\n friendly, so desperately happy to\n be found again that it's really\n pathetic.\"", "own. The Hymenops had a hundred\n years to condition their human\n slaves to ignorance of\n everything beyond their immediate\n environment—the motives", "\"If they're neither Hymenops\n nor resurgent colonists,\" he said,\n \"then there's only one choice remaining—they're", "still don't know where\n they really are—by luck. They\n never knew about the Hymenops,\n and they've struggled along\n with an inadequate technology in", "he thought, its possession\n explained the presence of these\n people here in the first stronghold\n of the Hymenops; perhaps\n they had even fought and defeated", "leaving the mechanical outside\n making patient explanations\n to an excited group of Alphardians.", "race. We never understood the\n Hymenops because there's no\n common ground of logic between\n us. Why try to interpret their\n intentions now?\"", "The\nMarco Four\n, Ringwave\n generators humming gently,\n hung at the moment just\n inside the orbit of Alphard Six's", "here someday, and that they'd\n be as different from us in form\n and motivation as the Hymenops.\n Why not now?\"", "\"But the ship wasn't here in\n 3000,\" Gibson said, \"and it is\n now. Therefore it must have arrived\n at some time during the\n two hundred years of Hymenop\n occupation and evacuation.\"" ], [ "Farrell sat up, groaning,\n when full consciousness made his\n position clear. He had been shot\n down by God knew what sort of\n devastating unorthodox weapon\n and was a prisoner in the\n grounded ship.", "Farrell dropped into a chair at\n the chart table, limp with reaction.\n He was suddenly exhausted,\n and his head ached dully.", "\"What the hell are you doing,\n Arthur? Take us down!\"\n\n\n Farrell gaped at him, speechless.", "Farrell felt the familiar chill\n of uneasiness that inevitably\n preceded this moment of decision.\n He was not lacking in courage,", "\"But this was never an unreclaimed\n world,\" Farrell said\n with the faint malice of one too\n recently caught in the wrong.", "Farrell put his hands to his\n temples and groaned. \"The crash\n must have scrambled my wits.\n Gib, where\ndid\nthey come from?\"", "Farrell, as Stryker had expected,\n interrupted with characteristic\n impatience. \"Do you\nsleep", "The fat medic turned and\n said something urgent in his\n unintelligible tongue. Farrell,\n dazed by the enormity of what", "But uncertainty nagged uneasily\n at him when Farrell found\n himself alone in the helihopper\n with the forest flowing beneath\n like a leafy river and Xavier's", "applies here.\"\nHe waited for Farrell's expected\n irony, and when the\n navigator forestalled him by remaining\n grimly quiet, continued.", "hair came into the room, moving\n with the professional assurance\n of a medic. The man stopped\n short at Farrell's stare and\n spoke; his words were utterly", "\"And I think\nyou\nlive for the\n day,\" Farrell said acidly, \"when", "he adopted the smug\n tone best calculated to sting Farrell\n out of his first self-reproach,\n and grinned when the navigator", "Farrell followed him dumbly\n out of the infirmary and down\n a bare corridor whose metal\n floor rang coldly underfoot. An", "The implication behind its\n presence stopped Farrell short.", "fission.\"\nFarrell, himself appalled by\n the information, still found himself\n able to chuckle at Stryker's\n bellow of consternation.", "\"We progress,\" Farrell said\n dryly. \"Now if you'll tell us\nhow\n,\n we're ready to move.\"", "\"And they'd never have\n fought past the Bees during the\n Hymenop invasion and occupation,\"\n Farrell finished triumphantly.", "He put a paternal hand on\n Farrell's shoulder, understanding\n the younger man's eagerness\n and knowing that their close-knit\n team would have been the\n more poorly balanced without it.", "Farrell sipped his drink appreciatively." ], [ "the rest of the night and most\n of today. These Alphardians are\n friendly, so desperately happy to\n be found again that it's really\n pathetic.\"", "\"I doubt that they can. Any\n installation crudely enough\n equipped to trust in guided missiles\n is hardly likely to have developed\n efficient space craft.\"\n\n\n Stryker was not reassured.", "floor in a jangling roar of\n alarms.\n\"So the Handbook tacticians\n knew what they were about,\"\n Stryker said minutes later. Deliberately", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "Farrell, as Stryker had expected,\n interrupted with characteristic\n impatience. \"Do you\nsleep", "The mechanical had been as\n easily taken as himself, then.\n Stryker and Gibson, for all their\n professional caution, would fare", "\"It couldn't have been built\n here,\" Stryker said. \"Alphard\n Six was surveyed just before the", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "\"The Bees have been gone for\n over a hundred years,\" Stryker\n said. \"Colonists might have migrated\n from another Terran-occupied\n planet.\"\n\n\n Gibson disagreed.", "\"But I saw them,\" Stryker\n said. \"I fought them for the better\n part of the century they were", "Reclamations crew, would have\n set the\nMarco Four\ndown at\n once but for the greater caution\n of Stryker, nominally captain of", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "the hope that a later expedition\n would find them. They found the\n truth hard to take, but they're\n eager to enjoy the fruits of Terran\n assimilation.\"", "\"\nAny problem posed by one\n group of human beings\n,\" Stryker\n quoted his Handbook, \"", "\"Are thrust reaction jets,\"\n Stryker finished in an awed\n voice. \"Primitive isn't the word,", "sleep\nwith that damned Reclamations\n Handbook, Lee? Alphard Six\n isn't an unreclaimed world—it\n was never colonized before the", "Stryker, his scanty hair tousled\n and his fat face comical with bewilderment,\n stumbled out of his\n sleeping cubicle and bellowed at", "\"Reconnaissance spiral first,\n Arthur,\" Stryker said firmly. He\n chuckled at Farrell's instant", "\"Arthur's right,\" Stryker said\n reluctantly. \"An atomic-powered\n ship\ncouldn't", "Stryker lumbered past him\n and took the controls, spiraling\n the\nMarco Four\ndown. Men" ], [ "\"The Bees have been gone for\n over a hundred years,\" Stryker\n said. \"Colonists might have migrated\n from another Terran-occupied\n planet.\"\n\n\n Gibson disagreed.", "\"They're not alien,\" Gibson\n said positively. \"Their architecture\n is Terran, and so is their\n ship. The ship is incredibly\n primitive, though; those batteries\n of tubes at either end—\"", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "Gibson said seriously, \"Not\n probable, Lee. The same objection\n that rules out the Bees applies\n to any trans-Alphardian", "\"Logic or not-logic,\" Gibson\n said. \"If it's a Terran artifact,\n we can discover the reason for\n its presence. If not—\"", "Farrell shook his head. \"It's\n a reverse application, isn't it of\n the old saw about Terrans being\n incapable of understanding an\n alien culture?\"", "\"The ship left Terra for\n Sirius in 2171,\" Gibson said.\n \"But not with these people", "\"Alphard Six was surveyed and\n seeded with Terran bacteria\n around the year 3000, but the\n Bees invaded before we could", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "\"I think the ship was built on\n Terra during the Twenty-second\n Century,\" Gibson said calmly.\n \"The atomic wars during that", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "stumped to begin with,\" Gibson\n finished. \"Because we're not\n equipped to evaluate the psychology\n of alien motivation. We've\n got to determine first which case", "\"We haven't touched on all the\n possibilities,\" Gibson reminded\n him. \"We haven't even established\n yet that these people were", "colonize. And that means we'll\n have to rule out any resurgent\n colonial group down there, because\n Six never had a colony in\n the beginning.\"", "Gibson shrugged. \"I know the\n Bees always erected domes on\n every planet they colonized, Arthur,", "Stryker said plaintively, \"If\n you're right, Gib, then we're\n more in the dark than ever. How\n could a Terran-built ship eleven\n hundred years old get\nhere\n?\"", "\"But the ship wasn't here in\n 3000,\" Gibson said, \"and it is\n now. Therefore it must have arrived\n at some time during the\n two hundred years of Hymenop\n occupation and evacuation.\"", "\"Don't,\" Gibson's baritone advised.\n Surprisingly, there was\n excitement in the engineer's\n voice. \"I think they're trying to\n communicate with us.\"", "\"From one of the first peripheral\n colonies conquered by the\n Bees,\" Gibson said patiently.", "sleep\nwith that damned Reclamations\n Handbook, Lee? Alphard Six\n isn't an unreclaimed world—it\n was never colonized before the" ], [ "\"The Bees have been gone for\n over a hundred years,\" Stryker\n said. \"Colonists might have migrated\n from another Terran-occupied\n planet.\"\n\n\n Gibson disagreed.", "\"It couldn't have been built\n here,\" Stryker said. \"Alphard\n Six was surveyed just before the", "\"I doubt that they can. Any\n installation crudely enough\n equipped to trust in guided missiles\n is hardly likely to have developed\n efficient space craft.\"\n\n\n Stryker was not reassured.", "Gibson said seriously, \"Not\n probable, Lee. The same objection\n that rules out the Bees applies\n to any trans-Alphardian", "Reclamations crew, would have\n set the\nMarco Four\ndown at\n once but for the greater caution\n of Stryker, nominally captain of", "Stryker said plaintively, \"If\n you're right, Gib, then we're\n more in the dark than ever. How\n could a Terran-built ship eleven\n hundred years old get\nhere\n?\"", "crew of Terrans conditioned to\n believe themselves descendants\n of the original crew, and\n grounded it here in disabled\n condition. They left for Alphard", "\"Don't,\" Gibson's baritone advised.\n Surprisingly, there was\n excitement in the engineer's\n voice. \"I think they're trying to\n communicate with us.\"", "stumped to begin with,\" Gibson\n finished. \"Because we're not\n equipped to evaluate the psychology\n of alien motivation. We've\n got to determine first which case", "When Farrell refused to be\n baited Stryker turned to Gibson,\n who was busily assessing the", "Stryker's voice followed, querulous\n with worry: \"I'd better\n pull Xav back. It may be something\n lethal.\"", "\"Arthur's right,\" Stryker said\n reluctantly. \"An atomic-powered\n ship\ncouldn't", "when they invaded us, and\n brought it to Alphard Six in\n what was probably their first experiment\n with human subjects.\n The ship's log shows clearly", "physical and psychological impossibility.\n There's got to be\n some other explanation.\"\nGibson shrugged. \"We can\n only eliminate the least likely", "\"Logic or not-logic,\" Gibson\n said. \"If it's a Terran artifact,\n we can discover the reason for\n its presence. If not—\"", "Farrell, as Stryker had expected,\n interrupted with characteristic\n impatience. \"Do you\nsleep", "\"The Bees had better\n detection equipment than we\n had. They'd have picked this\n ship up long before it reached\n Alphard Six.\"", "out over the lowered rampway,\n saw that his fears for Stryker\n and Gibson had been well\n grounded.", "floor in a jangling roar of\n alarms.\n\"So the Handbook tacticians\n knew what they were about,\"\n Stryker said minutes later. Deliberately", "\"They're not alien,\" Gibson\n said positively. \"Their architecture\n is Terran, and so is their\n ship. The ship is incredibly\n primitive, though; those batteries\n of tubes at either end—\"" ] ]

[ "Who is the biggest adversary of OA?", "Why are there increasing cancelations of journal subscriptions?", "Who is making the most profit off of toll access journals?", "Who is burdened the most with the cost of big deal subscriptions?", "How do toll access journals hinder research?", "Why aren’t researchers advocating for OA?", "Which is NOT an argument the author makes?", "How can OA make knowledge nonrivalrous?", "Technology makes digital content more _______________ than print.", "What is the author’s main message? " ]

[ [ "Universities", "Publishers", "Editors", "Researchers " ], [ "The quality of work in the journals has decreased.", "The journals are no longer requiring peer review. ", "Researchers have realized that they can find the same information online for free.", "The price of subscriptions has become unaffordable." ], [ "publishers", "universities", "libraries", "editors" ], [ "editors ", "researchers", "libraries ", "publishers" ], [ "It creates access gaps. ", "Researchers need to get a study approved by a publisher before they can begin. ", "Publishers will only publish content they think will sell. ", "The peer review process is time consuming. " ], [ "Researchers are afraid of backlash from publishers.", "Most researchers don’t know that they have access gaps. ", "Researchers get paid by toll access journals for their articles.", "Most researchers are unaware of the high cost of journal subscriptions. " ], [ "Public money is often used to fund research, so the public should have access to the results of that research.", "The subscription model is financially unsustainable for universities.", "Toll access makes access gaps inevitable.", "Publishers use their profits to lobby for policies that favor their interests. " ], [ "Free digital content gives everyone equal access to it. ", "OA would ensure that only a few users would be able to access an article at a time. ", "OA would ensure that lay people would have time limits for access to academic articles. ", "Publishers will no longer compete with each other for new material. " ], [ "high-maintenance ", "cost-effective", "time consuming", "readable" ], [ "Lay people need access to academic journals just as much as researchers do. ", "Librarians and researchers should work together to advocate for OA. ", "Researchers and librarians are not being paid enough. ", "Commercial publishers charge more, but the quality tends to be better at non-profit publishers. " ] ]

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Among the many who have done the math, the University of California concluded that the subscription model for research journals is “incontrovertibly unsustainable.”", "had with print journals. But these business reasons create pernicious", "Conventional for-profit journals can increase their profit margins by decreasing their rejection rates. Reducing the rejection rate reduces the number of articles a journal must peer review for each article it publishes.", "canceling subscriptions, access decreases. Cancellations mitigate one problem and", "for scholarly journals. For four decades, subscription prices have risen", "This exacerbates the problem for researchers because journals from these", "We need a system of research dissemination that scales with the growth of research volume. The subscription or toll-access system scales negatively by shrinking the accessible percentage of research as research itself continues to grow.", "When most peer-reviewed research journals are toll access, a pricing crisis entails an access crisis. Before the rise of OA, all peer-reviewed journals were toll access, and even today about three-quarters of peer-reviewed journals are toll access.", "Among the results: When libraries pay for subscriptions to digital", "During the decades in which journal prices have been rising", "their journals, and even more to the libraries who don’t.", "The largest publishers minimize cancellations by bundling hundreds or thousands", "Finally, even in the absence of perverse journal pricing practices,", "When subscribers respond to skyrocketing prices by canceling", "and 72 percent for journals.” Because academic libraries now buy", "By soaking up library budgets, big deals harm journals from", "manuscripts. One result is that the journal crisis, concentrated in", "emerged just as journal subscription prices were reaching unbearable levels.", "Conventional publishers are adapting to the digital age in some respects. They’re migrating most print journals to digital formats" ], [ "I make this list library-centric rather than user-centric because the pricing crisis has nearly killed off individual subscriptions. Most subscribers to toll-access journals are libraries, and most authorized readers of toll-access journals are library patrons.", "When most peer-reviewed research journals are toll access, a pricing crisis entails an access crisis. Before the rise of OA, all peer-reviewed journals were toll access, and even today about three-quarters of peer-reviewed journals are toll access.", "At some point we should trust the math more than special-interest lobbies. 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[ "Why was Our Democracy created?", "What does Willie Sullivan believe contributes the most to a lack of faith in democracy?", "How did Children's Wood come to fruition?", "Why is the director of the Common Weal upset?", "What is a solution offered by McAlpine to the problem of disenfranchisement?", "How does Galgael model participatory democracy?", "What does the story of the Isle of Eigg illustrate?", "What is Monroe doing in the Children's Wood?", "How does the director of the Electoral Reform Society want to change the way things are done in Scotland?", "Why does Macleod believe so strongly in the process of sortition?" ]

[ [ "It was established to give the voices of the poor and young more of a say in local and federal government policy decisions.", "It was formed as a response to the growing concern about democracy in Scotland and empowering citizens to think about how they would do things differently than those who currently make decisions for the country.", "It was an effort to organize a citizen review board that would oversee the functions of government to ensure proper representation.", "It was a direct response to the Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy which claimed radical democracy reform was needed." ], [ "The belief that a person's vote doesn't actually matter in the long run.", "The feeling that social problems are running wildly out of control and therefore there are too many issues to address.", "The growing inequality between the voice of the people and those who have the power to make decisions that affect their lives.", "Simply voting does not allow for discussion or debate so people feel that their point of view does not matter." ], [ "Emily Cutts and a group of fellow community members squatted in the woods until the councillors yielded to their demands.", "They initiated a playgroup for children, which eventually grew so large that the councillors were convinced it was a viable project.", "Emily Cutts and her fellow community members petitioned the local city council to stop invasive developments by demonstrating the harm they would cause to the community.", "According to its founder, it was largely successful due to an optimistic mindset and persistence in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds." ], [ "He is tired of constantly being rejected by legal representatives who would rather work with developers.", "His \"think and do tank\" model continues to receive push back from the Independence Referendum in spite of its success in modeling participatory democracy.", "He strongly disapproves of the overdevelopment of areas such as the World Heritage site in Edinburgh as well as similar areas in Stirlingshire and Aberdeenshire.", "He sees the way in which people continue to experience burnout in their battles against wealthy developers. " ], [ "Developing charities where people can volunteer and participate in decision-making and governance would encourage people to actively participate on a larger scale as well.", "Revolutionizing democracy by giving 73 specifically chosen citizens a voice in the Scottish Parliament to represent the interests of the people.", "The creation of a Citizen's Assembly would boost the work of the Common Weal and thereby help procure more funding for its community projects.", "Developing a Citizen's Assembly modelled after the concept of sortition would put the voice of the people in direct conversation with the Scottish Parliament." ], [ "They have open discussions between volunteers and staff who make recommendations to the organization's facilitator, Gehan Macleod, who make the ultimate decisions for Galgael.", "They participate in occupation protests to prevent the building of new roads through public woodlands.", "They hold a gathering twelve times a year involving staff members and volunteers who work together to make key decisions for the organization.", "The volunteers and staff advise the board of directors on the activities of Galgael, and the board takes their information into consideration when making decisions." ], [ "It paints a picture of the future of Scotland that is overall optimistic and brimming with hope thanks to the efforts of young people to reimagine infrastructure projects.", "It demonstrates how lives can be changed for the better when an entire community comes together to restructure how its society operates after buying out ownership from a private entity.", "It shows how overdevelopment by private parties always leads to deep depression and ultimately divestment from the community.", "It demonstrates how communities are not perfect, and even though the Isle of Eigg was able to achieve its independence from private ownership, it learned that people cannot govern themselves." ], [ "He is cooking dinner there using a saucepan. ", "He is pretending to cook with the surrounding mud and grass.", "He is making a woodchip bath with his friends Reuben and Benjamin and helping them move the wheelbarrows.", "He is sitting in front of a bonfire and making popcorn with his grandparents." ], [ "He wants to conduct vast voter registration drives in order to increase the number of people participating in the democratic process.", "He wants to empower the people to make change happen for themselves in the absence of a truly representative Parliament.", "He is encouraging voters to replace the current representatives in Parliament who seem to only represent developers with those who come directly from the people themselves.", "While he agrees that major changes need to happen, he wants to encourage people to manage their expectations in order to not feel let down by the process." ], [ "She believes that governing bodies should operate independently of the people they serve in order to maintain a sense of neutrality.", "Her husband had modeled the practice to great effect during his lifetime, and she wants to honor his legacy by mirroring that in the governance of Galgael.", "She believes that the decision-making process is as important as the decisions themselves and that everyone should have a stronger voice in both.", "She was inspired by the example set forth by the Isle of Eigg and believed that this would be a workable model for her own organization." ] ]

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[ [ "November saw the launch of Our Democracy: Act as", "\"The promise of democracy is that you all have an equal voice. Yet the greatest inequality is the inequality of power. That's part of the breakdown of trust. People know that there are some who can pull those levers of power while others cannot access them.\"", "\"Real democracy needs people to come together to debate and come up with ideas,\" he says. \"Yet simply voting doesn't allow for discussion or debate.", "There is a growing sense – from activities, academics and political commentators alike – that we are experiencing a clear democracy deficit. Questions are being raised about that the legitimacy of the politicians supposed to serve us. Does voting alone constitute democracy?", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "democracy that would see communities take on the issues that", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "\"I don't think the council realised how much it meant to us,\" says Anthony. \"We've fought so hard. But if local democracy had been working we wouldn't have had to fight against the lobbying of private companies.\"", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "For him there is another way – participatory democracy", "in 2005 aged just 39. It was born out of", "staff, as part of its commitment to a democratic model.", "\"If you had a functioning local democracy you wouldn't", "succeeded in creating a community with new skills and purpose;", "that mattered – by establishing a Citizen's Assembly to act", "could help revolutionise democracy.", "from the beginning.\" Yet it was an uphill struggle. Councillors", "campaigners claim, is what local democracy reform is really all", "says. \"My intention was to signal that we'd won from", "Interest in sortition, which sees citizens selected at random in response to the belief that power corrupts, is growing worldwide. But for its critics it's difficult to imagine what it would mean in practice." ], [ "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "\"The promise of democracy is that you all have an equal voice. Yet the greatest inequality is the inequality of power. That's part of the breakdown of trust. People know that there are some who can pull those levers of power while others cannot access them.\"", "There is a growing sense – from activities, academics and political commentators alike – that we are experiencing a clear democracy deficit. Questions are being raised about that the legitimacy of the politicians supposed to serve us. Does voting alone constitute democracy?", "\"Real democracy needs people to come together to debate and come up with ideas,\" he says. \"Yet simply voting doesn't allow for discussion or debate.", "Interest in sortition, which sees citizens selected at random in response to the belief that power corrupts, is growing worldwide. But for its critics it's difficult to imagine what it would mean in practice.", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "\"I don't think the council realised how much it meant to us,\" says Anthony. \"We've fought so hard. But if local democracy had been working we wouldn't have had to fight against the lobbying of private companies.\"", "\"In Scotland we are always told to manage people's expectations,\" Sullivan says. \"But in this case we want to raise them, to give them confidence that we don't need to wait for permission. There is a bubbling feeling that maybe we can do it ourselves.\"", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "democracy that would see communities take on the issues that", "November saw the launch of Our Democracy: Act as", "\"When you ask local politicians about it they say all people care about is getting their bins emptied. In fact they care deeply about other values, about their local area, families and communities. To say otherwise is just wrong.\"", "For many in this room the experience of being heard has been life-changing. Michael O'Neill, who now lives in Clydebank but is originally from Govan, started volunteering here after being made redundant and suffering a breakdown of sorts.", "For him there is another way – participatory democracy", "At the last general election, around two-thirds of those able", "\"If you had a functioning local democracy you wouldn't", "stations. And it is particularly the poor – and the", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "campaigners claim, is what local democracy reform is really all", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform." ], [ "Emily Cutts, who initiated the Children's Wood just after the birth of her second child, can relate to that. The power of positive thinking was crucial, she claims, in turning a waste ground into a nurturing place for the whole community.", "others said the Children's Wood was a nice idea that", "Back at the Children’s Wood, the playgroup is coming", "residential west end – known as the Children's Wood and", "Campaigners are now looking at the possibility of community buy-out to ensure it continues to be used by local nurseries, primary and secondary schools – as well as the group's own forest schools, outdoor play, gardening groups and others.", "For many in this room the experience of being heard has been life-changing. Michael O'Neill, who now lives in Clydebank but is originally from Govan, started volunteering here after being made redundant and suffering a breakdown of sorts.", "\"When the island was in private ownership we couldn't do anything,\" she says. \"In the nineties the island was pretty depressed. All that changed after the community buy-out.", "At one charity in Govan, Glasgow's former shipbuilding area,", "So they set about making it official, registering the playgroup,", "and North Kelvin Meadow – would probably be a building", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "M77 through the public woodlands in the city's Pollok", "of Pollok Free State, an early 90s treetop occupation Colin", "Pollok Park. They failed to stop the road but succeeded", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "succeeded in creating a community with new skills and purpose;", "from the beginning.\" Yet it was an uphill struggle. Councillors", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "it. A few miles further south, Govanhill Baths started", "Today Macleod is facilitating the assembly with warmth and honesty, helping identify issues and open up discussion with compassion and a lack of blame. Respectful disagreement is encouraged and solutions are jointly found." ], [ "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "In coming weeks Common Weal will launch a paper on", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "\"In Scotland we are always told to manage people's expectations,\" Sullivan says. \"But in this case we want to raise them, to give them confidence that we don't need to wait for permission. There is a bubbling feeling that maybe we can do it ourselves.\"", "\"I don't think the council realised how much it meant to us,\" says Anthony. \"We've fought so hard. But if local democracy had been working we wouldn't have had to fight against the lobbying of private companies.\"", "For many in this room the experience of being heard has been life-changing. Michael O'Neill, who now lives in Clydebank but is originally from Govan, started volunteering here after being made redundant and suffering a breakdown of sorts.", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "Today Macleod is facilitating the assembly with warmth and honesty, helping identify issues and open up discussion with compassion and a lack of blame. Respectful disagreement is encouraged and solutions are jointly found.", "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "Colin instigated to protest against the building of the M77", "\"When the island was in private ownership we couldn't do anything,\" she says. \"In the nineties the island was pretty depressed. All that changed after the community buy-out.", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "Macleod and her visionary husband Colin, who died in", "Up on the tiny Isle of Eigg, just south", "On a chilly February morning in Glasgow, Stephanie Anthony and", "\"When you ask local politicians about it they say all people care about is getting their bins emptied. 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Councillors" ], [ "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "one of your own,\" says McAlpine. \"I've seen people", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "Today Macleod is facilitating the assembly with warmth and honesty, helping identify issues and open up discussion with compassion and a lack of blame. Respectful disagreement is encouraged and solutions are jointly found.", "\"The promise of democracy is that you all have an equal voice. Yet the greatest inequality is the inequality of power. That's part of the breakdown of trust. People know that there are some who can pull those levers of power while others cannot access them.\"", "\"Real democracy needs people to come together to debate and come up with ideas,\" he says. \"Yet simply voting doesn't allow for discussion or debate.", "For him there is another way – participatory democracy", "How Scotland is tackling the democratic deficit, from the ground up", "\"In Scotland we are always told to manage people's expectations,\" Sullivan says. \"But in this case we want to raise them, to give them confidence that we don't need to wait for permission. There is a bubbling feeling that maybe we can do it ourselves.\"", "There is a growing sense – from activities, academics and political commentators alike – that we are experiencing a clear democracy deficit. Questions are being raised about that the legitimacy of the politicians supposed to serve us. 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Galgael, which aims", "\"Real democracy needs people to come together to debate and come up with ideas,\" he says. \"Yet simply voting doesn't allow for discussion or debate.", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "staff, as part of its commitment to a democratic model.", "How Scotland is tackling the democratic deficit, from the ground up", "democracy that would see communities take on the issues that", "There is a growing sense – from activities, academics and political commentators alike – that we are experiencing a clear democracy deficit. Questions are being raised about that the legitimacy of the politicians supposed to serve us. Does voting alone constitute democracy?", "\"The promise of democracy is that you all have an equal voice. 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But for its critics it's difficult to imagine what it would mean in practice.", "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "model. Though there is also a board, the important decisions", "At one charity in Govan, Glasgow's former shipbuilding area," ], [ "Up on the tiny Isle of Eigg, just south", "Eigg Heritage Trust, knows only too well the difference that", "\"When the island was in private ownership we couldn't do anything,\" she says. \"In the nineties the island was pretty depressed. All that changed after the community buy-out.", "south of Skye, Maggie Fyffe, secretary of the Eigg", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "For many in this room the experience of being heard has been life-changing. Michael O'Neill, who now lives in Clydebank but is originally from Govan, started volunteering here after being made redundant and suffering a breakdown of sorts.", "\"In Scotland we are always told to manage people's expectations,\" Sullivan says. \"But in this case we want to raise them, to give them confidence that we don't need to wait for permission. There is a bubbling feeling that maybe we can do it ourselves.\"", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "Emily Cutts, who initiated the Children's Wood just after the birth of her second child, can relate to that. The power of positive thinking was crucial, she claims, in turning a waste ground into a nurturing place for the whole community.", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "Macleod and her visionary husband Colin, who died in", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "And across Scotland – from Stirlingshire to Aberdeenshire and beyond", "that community ownership makes. In June 2017, islanders will also", "At one charity in Govan, Glasgow's former shipbuilding area,", "Campaigners are now looking at the possibility of community buy-out to ensure it continues to be used by local nurseries, primary and secondary schools – as well as the group's own forest schools, outdoor play, gardening groups and others.", "Galgael was founded in 1997 by Gehan Macleod", "\"I don't think the council realised how much it meant to us,\" says Anthony. \"We've fought so hard. But if local democracy had been working we wouldn't have had to fight against the lobbying of private companies.\"", "Today Macleod is facilitating the assembly with warmth and honesty, helping identify issues and open up discussion with compassion and a lack of blame. 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Michael O'Neill, who now lives in Clydebank but is originally from Govan, started volunteering here after being made redundant and suffering a breakdown of sorts.", "coming to a close. Toddlers clamber off rope swings, reluctantly", "of Pollok Free State, an early 90s treetop occupation Colin", "cutting wood, delivery driving and whatever else needs doing. \"When", "two kids to get on with it,\" he says. Three", "a time when these pre-schools will watch their own children", "It is an urban idyll of sorts. This piece", "Up on the tiny Isle of Eigg, just south", "Three years later he's working in the workshop, welding, cutting", "one of your own,\" says McAlpine. \"I've seen people" ], [ "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "\"In Scotland we are always told to manage people's expectations,\" Sullivan says. \"But in this case we want to raise them, to give them confidence that we don't need to wait for permission. There is a bubbling feeling that maybe we can do it ourselves.\"", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "How Scotland is tackling the democratic deficit, from the ground up", "campaign that will see events held across Scotland to encourage citizens", "Reports will be written up following each planned meeting – from Dundee to Inverness to Kirriemuir in Angus – and submitted to the Scottish government's consultation on the decentralisation of government. The scope for its plans is currently being finalised.", "For many in this room the experience of being heard has been life-changing. Michael O'Neill, who now lives in Clydebank but is originally from Govan, started volunteering here after being made redundant and suffering a breakdown of sorts.", "Up on the tiny Isle of Eigg, just south", "And across Scotland – from Stirlingshire to Aberdeenshire and beyond", "In coming weeks Common Weal will launch a paper on", "Eigg Heritage Trust, knows only too well the difference that", "\"Real democracy needs people to come together to debate and come up with ideas,\" he says. \"Yet simply voting doesn't allow for discussion or debate.", "Today Macleod is facilitating the assembly with warmth and honesty, helping identify issues and open up discussion with compassion and a lack of blame. Respectful disagreement is encouraged and solutions are jointly found.", "At the last general election, around two-thirds of those able", "campaigners claim, is what local democracy reform is really all", "On a chilly February morning in Glasgow, Stephanie Anthony and", "There is a growing sense – from activities, academics and political commentators alike – that we are experiencing a clear democracy deficit. Questions are being raised about that the legitimacy of the politicians supposed to serve us. Does voting alone constitute democracy?", "Interest in sortition, which sees citizens selected at random in response to the belief that power corrupts, is growing worldwide. But for its critics it's difficult to imagine what it would mean in practice." ], [ "Interest in sortition, which sees citizens selected at random in response to the belief that power corrupts, is growing worldwide. But for its critics it's difficult to imagine what it would mean in practice.", "Today Macleod is facilitating the assembly with warmth and honesty, helping identify issues and open up discussion with compassion and a lack of blame. Respectful disagreement is encouraged and solutions are jointly found.", "\"Our health is affected by decisions made on personal, professional and state levels,\" says Macleod, who also believes that the process of how decisions are made, not just their outcome, really matters.", "\"Real democracy needs people to come together to debate and come up with ideas,\" he says. \"Yet simply voting doesn't allow for discussion or debate.", "The issue is brought into sharpest focus at a local level. Two years ago research by Scotland's first Commission on Strengthening Local Democracy claimed radical democracy reform was needed in response to \"unacceptable levels of inequality\".", "Macleod and her visionary husband Colin, who died in", "Robin McAlpine, director of the Common Weal, a \"think and do tank\" set up ahead of the Independence Referendum, has huge admiration for these campaigns and others like them. But the fact that they are needed at all makes him downright angry.", "Willie Sullivan, director of the Electoral Reform Society Scotland, and author of The Missing Scotland, about the million-plus Scots who don't vote, claims the grassroots approach is key.", "\"The promise of democracy is that you all have an equal voice. Yet the greatest inequality is the inequality of power. That's part of the breakdown of trust. People know that there are some who can pull those levers of power while others cannot access them.\"", "For many in this room the experience of being heard has been life-changing. Michael O'Neill, who now lives in Clydebank but is originally from Govan, started volunteering here after being made redundant and suffering a breakdown of sorts.", "And it is in Scotland, where many became politically emboldened and active – sometimes for the first time – during the 2014 independence referendum, there is a growing movement to realise that reform.", "\"In Scotland we are always told to manage people's expectations,\" Sullivan says. \"But in this case we want to raise them, to give them confidence that we don't need to wait for permission. There is a bubbling feeling that maybe we can do it ourselves.\"", "\"We are not perfect,\" she admits. \"Often it's a case of muddling through. But we are an example of how a bunch of ordinary people can run their own community. You don't know what you can do until you try, do you?\"", "For him there is another way – participatory democracy", "\"When you ask local politicians about it they say all people care about is getting their bins emptied. In fact they care deeply about other values, about their local area, families and communities. To say otherwise is just wrong.\"", "There is a growing sense – from activities, academics and political commentators alike – that we are experiencing a clear democracy deficit. Questions are being raised about that the legitimacy of the politicians supposed to serve us. Does voting alone constitute democracy?", "on the proposal in which they suggest selecting a random,", "one of your own,\" says McAlpine. \"I've seen people", "How Scotland is tackling the democratic deficit, from the ground up", "At the last general election, around two-thirds of those able" ] ]

[ "Why does Shannon reach for his gun when Beamish introduces himself?", "Why is it so important for Jig and Shannon to find Gertrude a mate?", "Who does Jig suspect wants them dead, and let loose the vapor snakes?", "What is Ahra referring to when she says \"something has been taken?\"", "How does Shannon feel about the circus?", "Why does Jig bluff to Beamish initially?" ]

[ [ "The sound of the chair being pulled back sets him on high alert. \n", "He sees that Beamish has something in his hands. \n", "Shannon is prone to suspicion after being hunted down by people they owe money to, and thinks Beamish is one of them. ", "Beamish tells them he's there to collect money from them. " ], [ "They want to preserve her species, and they're close to extinction. Her species is too valuable to let die out. \n", "They need another \"cansin\" for their show. ", "She feels alone in her cage and in the circus, and they feel badly for her. ", "Her crying and loneliness without one is affecting the entire crew, and they can't afford to have her out of commission. " ], [ "Beamish and the crew. The circus has not been doing well, and Beamish may be unhappy with the deal they cut. ", "The crew. They resent how little money they make. ", "Beamish, because he knows they cut him a bad deal.", "Gow. He didn't call back the snakes as they attacked them, and is beside himself because of Gertrude. \n" ], [ "Gertrude's happiness. ", "Beamish's money.", "The cansin male. ", "Jig and Shannon's safety. " ], [ "He needs it for money, nothing more. ", "He resents that he's stuck with it, and gets angry when people insult it. \n", "Despite it's quality, he truly cares about it. ", "He believes in it's quality, and has faith in it. " ], [ "He knows he can get away with it - Beamish has the money to match what they ask.", "He doesn't trust Shannon to close a good deal. ", "He doesn't trust Beamish, and wants to see if he's committed to the idea. ", "For them to start a new tour would be costly for them, and Jig wants to get the maximum price. " ] ]

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[ [ "Bucky Shannon opened the door. He looked white and grim, and there was\n a big burn across his neck. He said:\n\n\n \"Beamish is here with his lawyer.\"", "Shannon has a good vocabulary. He used it. When he got his breath back\n he said suddenly,\n\n\n \"Beamish is pulling some kind of a game.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah.\"", "Shannon stared at me. Beamish started to get indignant. \"Shut up,\" I\n told him. \"We got a contract.\" I yanked the curtains shut and walked\n over to the bar.", "Bucky Shannon got up. He grinned his pleasantest grin. \"Delighted. I'm\n Shannon. This is Jig Bentley, my business manager.\" He looked down at\n the table. \"I'm sorry about that. Mistaken identity.\"", "I looked at the cigarette stub smoldering on the table. I looked at\n Beamish with his round dead baby face. I climbed over Shannon and\n pushed Beamish suddenly down into his lap.", "I reached across Bucky suddenly and jerked the curtain back. Beamish\n was standing there. Beamish, bent over, with his ear cocked. Kapper\n made a harsh strangling noise and fell across the table.", "\"Question is, Jig, who wants to kill us, and why?\"\n\n\n \"Beamish. He realizes he's been gypped.\"", "He pulled the curtains to and departed. Bucky Shannon groaned. Beamish\n cleared his throat and said, rather stiffly,\n\n\n \"Gertrude?\"", "second I thought I saw something back of his round blue eyes, and my\n stomach jumped like it was shot. Beamish smiled sweetly.", "Bucky Shannon walked out into the glare of the light at the entrance to\n the roped-off space around the main lock. He was pretty steady on his\n feet. He waved and said, \"Hiya, boys.\"", "He sat down, looking like a mean dog waiting for the postman. Beamish\n ignored him. He went on, quietly,", "Shannon put his hands down on his belt. He closed his eyes and smiled\n pleasantly and said, very gently:\n\n\n \"Would you be collecting for the feed bill, or the fuel?\"", "\"I quite understand that. I would be prepared....\"\n\n\n The curtains were yanked back suddenly. Beamish shut up. Bucky and I\n glared at the head and shoulders poking in between the drapes.", "Bucky Shannon lurched against me suddenly. I choked back a yell, and\n then wiped the sweat off my forehead and cursed. The scream came again.", "\"Kidding.\" Shannon put his elbows on the table and peered at me through\n a curtain of very blond hair that was trying hard to be red. \"He says", "Beamish sipped his drink, made a polite face, and put it down. \"I have\n independent means, gentlemen. It has always been my desire to lighten\n the burden of life for those less fortunate....\"", "I shot a glance at the newcomer. He'd saved me from a beating, even if\n he was a lousy bill-collecter; and I felt sorry for him. Bucky Shannon\n settled his shoulders and hips like a dancer.", "Bucky Shannon regarded them possessively, wiping blood from his nose.\n \"They're good guys, Jig. Swell people. They stuck by me, and I've\n rewarded them.\"", "Bucky got red around the ears. \"Just a minute,\" he murmured, and\n started to get up. I kicked him under the table.\n\n\n \"Shut up, you lug. Let Mister Beamish finish.\"", "Beamish never changed expression. He didn't move while Bucky felt\n Kapper's pulse. Bucky didn't need to say anything. We knew.\n\n\n \"Heart?\" said Beamish finally." ], [ "it's all I got. I love it, Jig. Unnerstan' me? Like Gow there with\n Gertrude. She's ugly and no good, but he loves her. I love....\"", "Gow said softly, \"She wants a mate. And somebody better get her one.\"", "He looked at me like he was thinking it wouldn't take much timber to\n fit me for a coffin. \"Okay! But Gertrude's unhappy. She's lonesome,", "She was also much younger, but I didn't go into that. Gertrude may be\n a little creaky, but she's still pretty impressive. I only hoped she", "Gow's black eyes were unpleasant. \"I'm tellin' you, Boss, Gertrude\n ain't happy. She ain't had the right food. If something....\"", "He pulled the curtains to and departed. Bucky Shannon groaned. Beamish\n cleared his throat and said, rather stiffly,\n\n\n \"Gertrude?\"", "He said, \"Boss, Gertrude's actin' up again.\"\n\n\n \"Gertrude be blowed,\" growled Bucky. \"Can't you see I'm busy?\"", ". The only other one on the Triangle belongs to Savitt\n Brothers, and she's much smaller than Gertrude.\"", "It had been quiet. Now every brute in the place let go at the same\n time. My stomach turned clear over. I called Gertrude every name I", "Gertrude screamed again. She didn't move, not even to raise her head.\n The sadness just built up inside her until it had to come out. That", "Bucky Shannon regarded them possessively, wiping blood from his nose.\n \"They're good guys, Jig. Swell people. They stuck by me, and I've\n rewarded them.\"", "\"Well for Pete's sake, do what you can. We got a charter, and we need\n her.\" I took Shannon's arm. \"Come to bed, Bucky darlin'.\"", "He hammered on his gong, and things quieted down again. Gow stood\n looking out over the tank, sniffing a little, like a hound. Then he\n turned to Gertrude.", "I wouldn't know, of course, but Gertrude looks to me like she got stuck\n some place between a dinosaur and a grizzly bear, with maybe a little\n bird blood thrown in. Anyway, she's big.", "I looked at Gertrude. Her cage is the biggest and strongest in the tank\n and even so she looked as though she could break it open just taking a", "\"You pretty, Mis' Jig,\" he giggled. \"You funny like hell.\"", "\"Question is, Jig, who wants to kill us, and why?\"\n\n\n \"Beamish. He realizes he's been gypped.\"", "It was dark down there in the tank. Way off at the other end, there was\n a dim glow. Gow was evidently holding Gertrude's hand. We started down", "Bucky Shannon got up. He grinned his pleasantest grin. \"Delighted. I'm\n Shannon. This is Jig Bentley, my business manager.\" He looked down at\n the table. \"I'm sorry about that. Mistaken identity.\"", "I said, \"Sure,\" rather sourly. Bucky hiccoughed.\n\n\n \"Let's go see Gertrude.\"" ], [ "\"Jig,\" he said, \"those vapor worms were all right when we went in.\n Somebody followed us down and let them out. On purpose.\"", "\"Question is, Jig, who wants to kill us, and why?\"\n\n\n \"Beamish. He realizes he's been gypped.\"", "I thought, \"\nSomebody's down here. Somebody let 'em out. Somebody wants\n to kill us!", "I yelled, \"Gow! Gow, the Vapor snakes! Gow—for God's sake!\"", "\"You were right, Jig,\" he mumbled. \"Circus is no good. I know it. But", "\"Death,\" she whispered. \"Death and trouble. The jungle tells me. I can\n smell it in the swamp wind.\"", "\"Yeah,\" Bucky said reflectively. \"And I hear starvation isn't a\n comfortable death. Okay, Jig. Let's go sign.\" He put his hand on the", "Shannon and I did a little quiet sleuthing, but it was a waste of time.\n Anybody in the gang might have let those electric worms out on us. It", "I snarled, \"What do you want, with this lousy dog-and-pony show!\" and\n went out. He followed. The gang was converging on the lock, but they", "\"Mis' Bucky okay. You save life. You big hero, Mis' Jig. Mis' Gow come\n nickuhtime get snakes. You hero. Haw! You funny like hell!\"", "\"Yeah,\" he said. \"I hope there'll be enough left to bribe the jury.\" He\n poked his head outside. \"Hey, boy! More", "the smell, I think; rank and sour and wild. And the sound of them,\n breathing and rustling in the dark, with the patient hatred walled\n around them as strong as the cage bars.", "it's all I got. I love it, Jig. Unnerstan' me? Like Gow there with\n Gertrude. She's ugly and no good, but he loves her. I love....\"", "\"The deep swamps are angry,\" she whispered. \"Something has been taken.\n They are angry, and I smell death in the wind!\"", "I reached across Bucky suddenly and jerked the curtain back. Beamish\n was standing there. Beamish, bent over, with his ear cocked. Kapper\n made a harsh strangling noise and fell across the table.", "We were a long way from the light, then. The cages and tanks loomed\n high and black over us. It was still. The secret, uneasy motion all\n around us and the scruffing of our feet only made it stiller.", "The first snake touched me. It was like a live wire, sliding along the\n back of my neck. I screamed. It came down along my cheek, hunting my\n mouth. There were more of them, burning me through my clothes.", "Bucky Shannon got up. He grinned his pleasantest grin. \"Delighted. I'm\n Shannon. This is Jig Bentley, my business manager.\" He looked down at\n the table. \"I'm sorry about that. Mistaken identity.\"", "\"A blue one, Jig. A morgue if I ever saw one!\"", "Bucky Shannon regarded them possessively, wiping blood from his nose.\n \"They're good guys, Jig. Swell people. They stuck by me, and I've\n rewarded them.\"" ], [ "\"The deep swamps are angry,\" she whispered. \"Something has been taken.\n They are angry, and I smell death in the wind!\"", "I heard a noise behind me and looked around. Ahra the Nahali woman was\n standing in the mud with her arms up and her head thrown back, and her", "Ahra opened her slitted red eyes and looked at me and laughed with\n white reptilian teeth.", "\"I saved her life,\" he said. \"When we bought her out of Hanak's wreck\n and everybody thought she was too hurt to live, I saved her. I know\n her. I can do things with her. But this time....\"", "got to go back. Back where I found it. I tried to take it, but they\n wouldn't let me, and I was afraid they'd find it....\"", "\"Death,\" she whispered. \"Death and trouble. The jungle tells me. I can\n smell it in the swamp wind.\"", "\"Don't leave me. Got to tell you—where it is. Got to take it back.\n Promise you'll take it back.\" He gasped and struggled over his\n breathing.", "Gow glared at us as we came up into the lantern light. \"She's gettin'\n worse,\" he said. \"She's lonesome.\"", "He looked at me like he was thinking it wouldn't take much timber to\n fit me for a coffin. \"Okay! But Gertrude's unhappy. She's lonesome,", "We had a lot of fun. Some of the boys inside the ship came out to join\n in. We raised a lot of dust and nobody got killed, quite. We all went\n home happy. They had their money, and we had their blood.", "We were a long way from the light, then. The cages and tanks loomed\n high and black over us. It was still. The secret, uneasy motion all\n around us and the scruffing of our feet only made it stiller.", "sunk into her shoulders, looking out. Just looking. Not at anything.\n Her eyes were way back in deep horny pits, like cold green fire.", "He reached suddenly and grabbed the edge of the table. \"I don't know\n how they found out about it, but they did. I've got to get it back.\n I've got to....\"", "Shannon has a good vocabulary. He used it. When he got his breath back\n he said suddenly,\n\n\n \"Beamish is pulling some kind of a game.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah.\"", "Gow said softly, \"She wants a mate. And somebody better get her one.\"", "I felt cold, suddenly, between the shoulders. Somebody scraped a chair\n back. It sounded like he'd ripped the floor open, it was so quiet. I", "He shrugged. He was huge and tough and ugly, and his voice was like a\n woman's talking about a sick child.\n\n\n \"This time,\" he said, \"I ain't sure.\"", "triangular mouth open like a thirsty dog. She didn't have anything on\n but her blue-green, hard scaled hide, and she was chuckling. It didn't\n sound nice.", "\"\nCansin\n. Male. Only one. You don't know...! Take him back.\"\n\n\n \"Where is it, Sam?\"", "see? And if she don't get happier pretty soon I ain't sure your tin-pot\n ship'll hold her.\"" ], [ "Shannon has a good vocabulary. He used it. When he got his breath back\n he said suddenly,\n\n\n \"Beamish is pulling some kind of a game.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah.\"", "Bucky Shannon walked out into the glare of the light at the entrance to\n the roped-off space around the main lock. He was pretty steady on his\n feet. He waved and said, \"Hiya, boys.\"", "Bucky Shannon lurched against me suddenly. I choked back a yell, and\n then wiped the sweat off my forehead and cursed. The scream came again.", "Our footsteps sounded loud and empty on the iron floor. I wasn't\n near as happy as Shannon, and my skin began to crawl a little. It's", "\"You were right, Jig,\" he mumbled. \"Circus is no good. I know it. But", "Shannon put his hands down on his belt. He closed his eyes and smiled\n pleasantly and said, very gently:\n\n\n \"Would you be collecting for the feed bill, or the fuel?\"", "\"That's tough,\" said Bucky Shannon. His grey-green eyes looked like an\n owl's. He swayed slightly. \"That's sure tough.\" He sniffled.", "\"Kidding.\" Shannon put his elbows on the table and peered at me through\n a curtain of very blond hair that was trying hard to be red. \"He says", "The Blue Behemoth\nBy LEIGH BRACKETT\nShannon's Imperial Circus was a jinxed\n\n space-carny leased for a mysterious tour\n\n of the inner worlds. It made a one-night", "Shannon stared at me. Beamish started to get indignant. \"Shut up,\" I\n told him. \"We got a contract.\" I yanked the curtains shut and walked\n over to the bar.", "I'm kidding! With Shannon's Imperial Circus, the Greatest Show in\n Space, plastered so thick with attachments....\"", "Bucky Shannon opened the door. He looked white and grim, and there was\n a big burn across his neck. He said:\n\n\n \"Beamish is here with his lawyer.\"", "Nobody would have minded that, only one of 'em had only four legs. It\n lived just long enough to scare that bunch of superstitious dopes out\n of their pants. Circus people are funny that way.", "The little guy nodded. \"Excellent idea. My name is Beamish. Simon\n Beamish. I wish to—ah—charter your circus.\"", "lot quicker grabbing the pitcher. \"The Greatest Show in Space. Phooey!\n I've wet-nursed Shannon's Imperial Circus around the Triangle for", "I must have had the pitcher oftener than I thought. Nobody insults\n Buckhalter Shannon's Imperial Circus to Buckhalter Shannon's face\n unless he's tired and wants a long rest in a comfy fracture-frame.", "thildatum\n!\"\nIt was pretty late when we got back to the broken-down spaceport where\n Shannon's Imperial Circus was crouching beneath its attachments. Late", "Bucky Shannon began to cry. I snarled, \"You'll have to snap her out of\n this, Gow. She's driving the rest of 'em nuts.\"", "remedy that. I propose to charter your circus, Mister Shannon, to make\n a tour of several settlements along the Tehara Belt.\"", "Shannon looked at me, kind of funny. He looked at the bulge in my tunic\n where the roll was. He raked back his thick light hair." ], [ "\"Question is, Jig, who wants to kill us, and why?\"\n\n\n \"Beamish. He realizes he's been gypped.\"", "Shannon has a good vocabulary. He used it. When he got his breath back\n he said suddenly,\n\n\n \"Beamish is pulling some kind of a game.\"\n\n\n \"Yeah.\"", "Beamish sipped his drink, made a polite face, and put it down. \"I have\n independent means, gentlemen. It has always been my desire to lighten\n the burden of life for those less fortunate....\"", "He sat down, looking like a mean dog waiting for the postman. Beamish\n ignored him. He went on, quietly,", "\"That would be expensive, Mister Beamish,\" I said. \"We'd have to cancel\n several engagements....\"\n\n\n He looked at me. I was lying, and he knew it. But he said,", "It was twice what we had any right to ask. I was prepared to dicker.\n Beamish looked at me with that innocent dead pan. For a fraction of a", "second I thought I saw something back of his round blue eyes, and my\n stomach jumped like it was shot. Beamish smiled sweetly.", "\"Kidding.\" Shannon put his elbows on the table and peered at me through\n a curtain of very blond hair that was trying hard to be red. \"He says", "\"You pretty, Mis' Jig,\" he giggled. \"You funny like hell.\"", "Shannon stared at me. Beamish started to get indignant. \"Shut up,\" I\n told him. \"We got a contract.\" I yanked the curtains shut and walked\n over to the bar.", "Bucky got red around the ears. \"Just a minute,\" he murmured, and\n started to get up. I kicked him under the table.\n\n\n \"Shut up, you lug. Let Mister Beamish finish.\"", "it's all I got. I love it, Jig. Unnerstan' me? Like Gow there with\n Gertrude. She's ugly and no good, but he loves her. I love....\"", "I looked at the cigarette stub smoldering on the table. I looked at\n Beamish with his round dead baby face. I climbed over Shannon and\n pushed Beamish suddenly down into his lap.", "Bucky Shannon opened the door. He looked white and grim, and there was\n a big burn across his neck. He said:\n\n\n \"Beamish is here with his lawyer.\"", "Bucky Shannon got up. He grinned his pleasantest grin. \"Delighted. I'm\n Shannon. This is Jig Bentley, my business manager.\" He looked down at\n the table. \"I'm sorry about that. Mistaken identity.\"", "latch and looked at my feet. \"And—uh—Jig, I....\"", "He pulled the curtains to and departed. Bucky Shannon groaned. Beamish\n cleared his throat and said, rather stiffly,\n\n\n \"Gertrude?\"", "that it wasn't transparent at all. It was the most complete dead-pan I\n ever met, and you couldn't see into those innocent blue eyes any more\n than you could see through sheet metal.", "I reached across Bucky suddenly and jerked the curtain back. Beamish\n was standing there. Beamish, bent over, with his ear cocked. Kapper\n made a harsh strangling noise and fell across the table.", "\"You were right, Jig,\" he mumbled. \"Circus is no good. I know it. But" ] ]

[ "How did Trillium end up as a stow-away on the ship?", "How had the fusion control points been adjusted?", "Had Trillium known the outcome of her stowing away, would she have likely still stowed away?", "What were the hiding places selected by Trillium while stowing away?", "Why were the Venus women transfixed by the Earthmen?", "What caused Trillium to be found in her hiding place the final time?", "Why is it in the best interest for an Earthman to never lay eyes on a Venus dame?", "Why did Callahan think Trillium was Berta when he first spotted her?", "How did Trillium sneak her way onto the ship?", "What were Callahan and O'Rielly awarded for assisting the revolution?" ]

[ [ "She had been kidnapped by the men under the official command of the President of Earth. ", "She had fallen for the Earthmen and had chosen to run away with them.", "She chose to show away so that the Venus women could bring their cause to the attention of Earth's President. ", "She had accidentally boarded the ship while looking for the shower. " ], [ "The control had reset itself in flight. ", "It had been moved by a scurrying three-tailed mouse of Venus", "Trillium had adjusted it when she got too heated.", "They were not correctly inspected and locked before blast-off." ], [ "Yes, because she was able to accomplish her mission. ", "Yes, because she had already shown that she was selfish and lonely. ", "No, because she was jeopardizing being condemned to a Uranus moon.", "No, because she wasn't able to prove her point and was sent back to Venus. " ], [ "In the shower and behind the burner", "By the lockers and behind the burner", "Behind the burner and under the bunk", "In the shower and under the bunk" ], [ "They felt abandoned by their own men who had obsessions with war and little time for them.", "The Earthmen were much more attractive and had real facial hair. ", "The women of Venus liked to break the rules. ", "Venus was solely occupied by women, leaving them no other option. " ], [ "The Earthmen couldn't stop staring at the bunk where she was because of their lust. ", "His Excellency saw her hiding under the bunk and recognized her immediately. ", "O'Rielly and Callahan had turned her in to the Old Woman in hopes of a reward. ", "A loud thump from under the bunk that caught the attention of the Old Woman. " ], [ "Because the Venus dames were thought to be only goofy tale set loose by some old space bum. ", "Because they would be so infatuated by the dame even knowing she would be their damnation. ", "Because they would be condemned to a Uranus moon for even looking at them. ", "Because of their dangerous nature." ], [ "Because Berta was Trillium's Grandmamma and she resembled her from a hundred and twenty-five years ago. ", "Because she introduced herself as so and led him to believe that was who she was. ", "Because all the Venus women have the same enchanting appearance. ", "Because only Berta was able to enter the ship. " ], [ "She disguised herself as a boy hustling bags through the ship. ", "She had an enchanted Earthman help her onto the ship. ", "She had sneaked on while no one was looking and went straight to the burner. ", "She disguised herself as a boy who was serving food in the quarters. " ], [ "They were allowed to visit with the women of Venus", "They were allotted five minutes leisure before returning to their stations. ", "They were punished, rather than rewarded, and programmed to be hung, shot and thrown to the crows for breakfast. ", "Nothing, but they were spared from being condemned to a Uranus moon." ] ]

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[ [ "Trillium—with her shape—passing as a boy hustling bags through this\n ship. O'Rielly chortled as he tucked her under his bunk. \"Now don't you\n worry about another thing!\"", "\"No. One of us stowing away was the only way we Venus women could bring\n our cause to the attention of Earth's President. If Earth will only", "\"I threw them in there before you came on duty before blast-off,\"\n Trillium explained. \"I knew the burner room would be warm.\"", "\"Impossible!\" Grandpapa President's ear beards stood near straight up\n as he roared, \"You couldn't have stolen away by yourself! Trillium,\n tell the truth!\"", "\"Well, Grandmamma,\" Trillium said with a highly self-satisfied air, \"it\n works. And just like you said, Earthmen meant nothing once I knew we\n Venus women had our own men in our power.\"", "O'Rielly still had memories of the way he had felt about Trillium\n before her revolution. \"All right, Callahan, why did 'our boy' leave\n Grandmamma?\"", "\"Trillium?\" His Excellency bellowed as if stung by one of the\n sabre-tailed hornets of his native planet. \"Trillium!\"", "Old Woman sighed through her teeth. \"Venus woman aboard this ship.\n Stowaway. Rattle that around your belfries.\"", "\"Oh, no, Grandpapa,\" Trillium said swiftly; \"I stole away all by\n myself, and Mr. O'Rielly and Callahan have been very helpful.\"", "\"She learned,\" Trillium stated emphatically, \"a hundred and twenty-five\n years ago.\"", "Wasn't too bad a fib. The more O'Rielly thought of Trillium, the more\n ideas he got of doing things he'd never dreamt of before in his life.\n Yes, ma'am!", "\"You—I mean, that Earth guy a hundred twenty-five years ago,\" O'Rielly\n said in sudden thought. \"If Venus dames wanted to be loved so bad, why\n did Trillium's Grandmamma let him go?\"", "\"Oh, I'm Trillium,\" she assured Callahan sweetly. \"But Grandmamma's\n name is Berta and people say I'm just like she was a hundred and", "\"Trillium,\" O'Rielly pleaded in loving anguish, \"why do you have to\n keep coming out of hiding just when nobody's going to find you?\"", "\"Dimmy,\" Trillium was saying firmly to His Excellency, \"you have beat\n around the bush with me long enough. Now say it!\"", "\"Were.\" Features more beautifully mature than Trillium's crowded onto\n the panel too. \"From now on I'm doing the deciding.\"\n\n\n \"Nonsense! You're only my wife!\"", "\"Very well. Grandmamma told me how.\"\n\"Obviously Trillium's poor little brain has been drugged,\" His\n Excellency Dimdooly declared. \"Grandmamma Berta wouldn't know the first\n thing about such things!\"", "\"Yes! War in which people will actually die!\" As His Excellency paled\n at that grisly remark, the Old Woman spoke through her teeth at\n O'Rielly, Callahan and Trillium. \"All right, come along!\"", "Earth out of the universe. \"My grandchild was kidnapped by men under\n your official command! Weren't you, Trillium dear?\"", "O'Rielly joined the death march gladly. He felt the way Callahan\n looked: ready to wrap his arms around Trillium's brave loveliness and\n protect it to his last breath of life." ], [ "When he talked he was like digging a hole in front of himself. \"Well,\n what about that control?\"\n\n\n \"What control?\"\n\n\n \"Your fusion control that got itself two points low!\"", "Old Callahan's voice crackled now through the helmet's ear contact.\n \"Well, Mr. O'Rielly?\"\n\n\n \"Fusion control two points low, sir.\"", "\"So a control reset itself in flight, hey?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know yet, sir.\"\n\n\n \"Well, Mr. O'Rielly, you better know before we orbit Earth!\"", "\"If every control hadn't been locked in correct setting,\" O'Rielly\n answered from his own angry bewilderment, \"the error would have\n registered before blast-off—wouldn't it, sir?\"", "in pre-flight school, no control had ever been known to slip. But one\n had moved here. Not enough to cause serious trouble this far out from", "\"Wasting your time talking nonsense!\" Old Woman's look was fit to\n freeze O'Rielly's brain, then she gave Callahan the look. \"I sent you\n down here to find the answer to that fusion control slippage!\"", "O'Rielly wondered had Callahan passed out, was so long before the old\n Burner Chief demanded hoarsely, \"Didn't you lock them controls before\n blast-off?\"", "couldn't stand the heat any longer and I couldn't open that big door.\n So I moved one of your controls a tiny bit. All the noise in there,", "\"I threw them in there before you came on duty before blast-off,\"\n Trillium explained. \"I knew the burner room would be warm.\"", "on tour the ship. Old Woman catches you like you been rassling skunks\n she'll peel both our hides off. Not to mention what she'll do anyway\n about your fusion control!\"", "chance! Swiftly O'Rielly unlocked the controls and reset them. The\n throbbing rumble changed tone.", "Chief's console up in the flight room full of beautifully efficient\n officers. Ever since Venus blast-off O'Rielly had been in Four's watch", "Earth. On blast-down, though, with one jet below peak, the uneven\n thrust could throw the ship, crash it, the whole lovely thing and all\n aboard gone in a churning cloud.", "whether there's any fusionable junk inside. Well, our boy got himself\n one of them bags, stuffed himself inside and joined a bigwig's pile of\n 'em.", "The parties in the panels saw each other now. Each one's left hand on a\n desk moved toward a big red button marked, ROCKETS.", "Especially she eyed Callahan, like running chilled drills through his\n old conniving brain. \"I award the pair of you five minutes leisure\n before returning to your stations.\"", "blowing her gaskets completely, O'Rielly simply stepped in, shut the\n door, flipped a switch and tingled as he was electronically cleansed", "Then use it! Mr. Callahan, remain at attention while I inspect this\n burner!\" She tendered a cool glance at the Venus bigwig. \"Care to join\n me, Your Excellency?\"", "She was fit to put frost on a hydrogen burner. \"Mr. Callahan, I asked\n you a question, did I not?\"", "Madame President's shapely finger now rested full on the button that\n could launch the fleets of war rockets that had been pre-aimed for a" ], [ "Trillium—with her shape—passing as a boy hustling bags through this\n ship. O'Rielly chortled as he tucked her under his bunk. \"Now don't you\n worry about another thing!\"", "would be improved by knowledge of she who was in O'Rielly's shower now.\n Not that the dear stowaway was less than charming. Quite the contrary.\n Oh, very quite!", "\"Impossible!\" Grandpapa President's ear beards stood near straight up\n as he roared, \"You couldn't have stolen away by yourself! Trillium,\n tell the truth!\"", "\"Well, Grandmamma,\" Trillium said with a highly self-satisfied air, \"it\n works. And just like you said, Earthmen meant nothing once I knew we\n Venus women had our own men in our power.\"", "\"She learned,\" Trillium stated emphatically, \"a hundred and twenty-five\n years ago.\"", "\"No. One of us stowing away was the only way we Venus women could bring\n our cause to the attention of Earth's President. If Earth will only", "Wasn't too bad a fib. The more O'Rielly thought of Trillium, the more\n ideas he got of doing things he'd never dreamt of before in his life.\n Yes, ma'am!", "O'Rielly still had memories of the way he had felt about Trillium\n before her revolution. \"All right, Callahan, why did 'our boy' leave\n Grandmamma?\"", "\"You—I mean, that Earth guy a hundred twenty-five years ago,\" O'Rielly\n said in sudden thought. \"If Venus dames wanted to be loved so bad, why\n did Trillium's Grandmamma let him go?\"", "opened it. O'Rielly, however, suffered a cruel stab of dismay. Surely\n his dear stowaway had been listening through the door. Why didn't she", "\"Were.\" Features more beautifully mature than Trillium's crowded onto\n the panel too. \"From now on I'm doing the deciding.\"\n\n\n \"Nonsense! You're only my wife!\"", "\"I threw them in there before you came on duty before blast-off,\"\n Trillium explained. \"I knew the burner room would be warm.\"", "\"Trillium,\" O'Rielly pleaded in loving anguish, \"why do you have to\n keep coming out of hiding just when nobody's going to find you?\"", "Old Woman had been flimflammed for fair! Dear Trillium was saved! And\n betwixt O'Rielly's grand brain and Callahan's great experience she'd be\n happy forever.", "O'Rielly joined the death march gladly. He felt the way Callahan\n looked: ready to wrap his arms around Trillium's brave loveliness and\n protect it to his last breath of life.", "\"Dimmy,\" Trillium was saying firmly to His Excellency, \"you have beat\n around the bush with me long enough. Now say it!\"", "\"Very well. Grandmamma told me how.\"\n\"Obviously Trillium's poor little brain has been drugged,\" His\n Excellency Dimdooly declared. \"Grandmamma Berta wouldn't know the first\n thing about such things!\"", "O'Rielly stood looking thoughtfully at lovely, womanly, exquisite\n Trillium. Just like that, O'Rielly felt as sparkling of mind as a", "\"Oh, I'm Trillium,\" she assured Callahan sweetly. \"But Grandmamma's\n name is Berta and people say I'm just like she was a hundred and", "\"Oh, no, Grandpapa,\" Trillium said swiftly; \"I stole away all by\n myself, and Mr. O'Rielly and Callahan have been very helpful.\"" ], [ "Trillium—with her shape—passing as a boy hustling bags through this\n ship. O'Rielly chortled as he tucked her under his bunk. \"Now don't you\n worry about another thing!\"", "\"I threw them in there before you came on duty before blast-off,\"\n Trillium explained. \"I knew the burner room would be warm.\"", "\"Trillium,\" O'Rielly pleaded in loving anguish, \"why do you have to\n keep coming out of hiding just when nobody's going to find you?\"", "\"Oh, no, Grandpapa,\" Trillium said swiftly; \"I stole away all by\n myself, and Mr. O'Rielly and Callahan have been very helpful.\"", "\"Impossible!\" Grandpapa President's ear beards stood near straight up\n as he roared, \"You couldn't have stolen away by yourself! Trillium,\n tell the truth!\"", "\"Oh, I'm Trillium,\" she assured Callahan sweetly. \"But Grandmamma's\n name is Berta and people say I'm just like she was a hundred and", "\"She learned,\" Trillium stated emphatically, \"a hundred and twenty-five\n years ago.\"", "Wasn't too bad a fib. The more O'Rielly thought of Trillium, the more\n ideas he got of doing things he'd never dreamt of before in his life.\n Yes, ma'am!", "\"Well, Grandmamma,\" Trillium said with a highly self-satisfied air, \"it\n works. And just like you said, Earthmen meant nothing once I knew we\n Venus women had our own men in our power.\"", "\"Dimmy,\" Trillium was saying firmly to His Excellency, \"you have beat\n around the bush with me long enough. Now say it!\"", "\"Trillium?\" His Excellency bellowed as if stung by one of the\n sabre-tailed hornets of his native planet. \"Trillium!\"", "\"Very well. Grandmamma told me how.\"\n\"Obviously Trillium's poor little brain has been drugged,\" His\n Excellency Dimdooly declared. \"Grandmamma Berta wouldn't know the first\n thing about such things!\"", "O'Rielly stood looking thoughtfully at lovely, womanly, exquisite\n Trillium. Just like that, O'Rielly felt as sparkling of mind as a", "Was all O'Rielly could do to keep from rolling on the deck with glee.\n Old Callahan had been flimflammed for fair! The dear little stowaway", "then all the gas went out of him. His ear beards, however, still had\n enough zip left to flutter like butterflies. \"Yes, Trillium dear. I", "O'Rielly still had memories of the way he had felt about Trillium\n before her revolution. \"All right, Callahan, why did 'our boy' leave\n Grandmamma?\"", "away from Trillium and took a look at Callahan. Old guy looked away\n from Grandmamma President like he was packing the second biggest\n headache in history.", "O'Rielly's shower opened and Callahan, glowing like a young bucko,\n bounced onto the bunk. \"Well, did you hide her good this time? No,", "Old Woman sighed through her teeth. \"Venus woman aboard this ship.\n Stowaway. Rattle that around your belfries.\"", "Old Woman had been flimflammed for fair! Dear Trillium was saved! And\n betwixt O'Rielly's grand brain and Callahan's great experience she'd be\n happy forever." ], [ "\"There are rewards,\" the Old Woman said with the deadly coldness of\n outer space, \"for Earthmen found in a Venus woman's company, and for\n her leaving her planet.\"", "\"Well, Grandmamma,\" Trillium said with a highly self-satisfied air, \"it\n works. And just like you said, Earthmen meant nothing once I knew we\n Venus women had our own men in our power.\"", "\"Thousand years ago, it was, the first flight reached Venus. Guys\n got one look at them dames. Had to bring some home or bust. So then", "\"Well, that's when Earth dames took over like armies of wild cats\n with knots in their tails. Before the guys who'd brought the Venus", "\"Those crewmen there,\" Grandmamma President said, \"seem to be proof\n enough that we Venus women no longer radiate any threat to Earth's\n tranquility.\"", "\"But Venus men are so excited all the time about going to war they\n haven't time for us women. That's why we always radiated such a fatal", "attraction for Earthmen. We want to be loved! We want our own men home\n doing useful work!\"", "Venus thrown to the tigers for supper. Same for any Earth guy caught\n around a Venus dame. In return, Earth could buy practically everything\n at bargain basement prices.\"", "\"No Venus dames allowed within fifty miles of their port. Earth guys\n stay inside the high-voltage fence. Any dame caught trying to leave", "dames to Earth could say anything they was taken apart too small to\n pick up with a blotter. Earth dames wound up by flying the Venus ones\n back where they come from and serving notice if one ever set foot on", "everybody on Earth got a look, mostly by TV only of course. That did\n it. Every guy on Earth began blowing his fuse over them dames. Give up", "\"No. One of us stowing away was the only way we Venus women could bring\n our cause to the attention of Earth's President. If Earth will only", "\"Impossible! The men run Venus! Nobody's turning this planet into\n another Earth where a man can't even sneeze unless some woman says so!\"", "\"Presidents of Earth and Venus, please,\" the Old Woman stated evenly.\n \"Interplanetary emergency.\"\n\n\n Highly groomed flunkies appeared on the panels and were impersonally\n pleasant.", "\"May as well.\" His Excellency glanced at O'Rielly and Callahan much as\n he might at a couple of worms. Could bet your last old sox no female\n ever told any Venus man what to do.", "Then use it! Mr. Callahan, remain at attention while I inspect this\n burner!\" She tendered a cool glance at the Venus bigwig. \"Care to join\n me, Your Excellency?\"", "\"You—I mean, that Earth guy a hundred twenty-five years ago,\" O'Rielly\n said in sudden thought. \"If Venus dames wanted to be loved so bad, why\n did Trillium's Grandmamma let him go?\"", "IMAGE OF SPLENDOR\nBy LU KELLA\nFrom Venus to Earth, and all the way between,\n \nit was a hell of a world for men ... and", "\"I'm not sure,\" O'Rielly said, \"what you mean by, 'that's all.'\"\n\n\n \"Anybody ever seen anybody but a Venus guy come built with ear beards?\n Course not.\"", "much longer. Venus dames could of let it out centuries ago themselves\n but didn't, just to spite Earth probably. Later, was part of organizing\n to take over Venus, I guess.\"" ], [ "\"Trillium,\" O'Rielly pleaded in loving anguish, \"why do you have to\n keep coming out of hiding just when nobody's going to find you?\"", "Trillium—with her shape—passing as a boy hustling bags through this\n ship. O'Rielly chortled as he tucked her under his bunk. \"Now don't you\n worry about another thing!\"", "\"Oh, I'm Trillium,\" she assured Callahan sweetly. \"But Grandmamma's\n name is Berta and people say I'm just like she was a hundred and", "\"Dimmy,\" Trillium was saying firmly to His Excellency, \"you have beat\n around the bush with me long enough. Now say it!\"", "\"Impossible!\" Grandpapa President's ear beards stood near straight up\n as he roared, \"You couldn't have stolen away by yourself! Trillium,\n tell the truth!\"", "O'Rielly still had memories of the way he had felt about Trillium\n before her revolution. \"All right, Callahan, why did 'our boy' leave\n Grandmamma?\"", "\"She learned,\" Trillium stated emphatically, \"a hundred and twenty-five\n years ago.\"", "Old Woman had been flimflammed for fair! Dear Trillium was saved! And\n betwixt O'Rielly's grand brain and Callahan's great experience she'd be\n happy forever.", "\"I threw them in there before you came on duty before blast-off,\"\n Trillium explained. \"I knew the burner room would be warm.\"", "\"Oh, no, Grandpapa,\" Trillium said swiftly; \"I stole away all by\n myself, and Mr. O'Rielly and Callahan have been very helpful.\"", "\"Yes! War in which people will actually die!\" As His Excellency paled\n at that grisly remark, the Old Woman spoke through her teeth at\n O'Rielly, Callahan and Trillium. \"All right, come along!\"", "\"Well, Grandmamma,\" Trillium said with a highly self-satisfied air, \"it\n works. And just like you said, Earthmen meant nothing once I knew we\n Venus women had our own men in our power.\"", "\"Trillium?\" His Excellency bellowed as if stung by one of the\n sabre-tailed hornets of his native planet. \"Trillium!\"", "\"Very well. Grandmamma told me how.\"\n\"Obviously Trillium's poor little brain has been drugged,\" His\n Excellency Dimdooly declared. \"Grandmamma Berta wouldn't know the first\n thing about such things!\"", "then all the gas went out of him. His ear beards, however, still had\n enough zip left to flutter like butterflies. \"Yes, Trillium dear. I", "O'Rielly stood looking thoughtfully at lovely, womanly, exquisite\n Trillium. Just like that, O'Rielly felt as sparkling of mind as a", "A fine loud \"thump,\" however, was now heard. Old Woman whirled back and\n yanked open the doors under O'Rielly's bunk.", "Wasn't too bad a fib. The more O'Rielly thought of Trillium, the more\n ideas he got of doing things he'd never dreamt of before in his life.\n Yes, ma'am!", "O'Rielly joined the death march gladly. He felt the way Callahan\n looked: ready to wrap his arms around Trillium's brave loveliness and\n protect it to his last breath of life.", "The Venus panel finally held steady on universally notorious features,\n that were as fierce as an eagle's, in a fancy war helmet. \"Trillium! My" ], [ "\"There are rewards,\" the Old Woman said with the deadly coldness of\n outer space, \"for Earthmen found in a Venus woman's company, and for\n her leaving her planet.\"", "\"No Venus dames allowed within fifty miles of their port. Earth guys\n stay inside the high-voltage fence. Any dame caught trying to leave", "Venus thrown to the tigers for supper. Same for any Earth guy caught\n around a Venus dame. In return, Earth could buy practically everything\n at bargain basement prices.\"", "dames to Earth could say anything they was taken apart too small to\n pick up with a blotter. Earth dames wound up by flying the Venus ones\n back where they come from and serving notice if one ever set foot on", "\"Thousand years ago, it was, the first flight reached Venus. Guys\n got one look at them dames. Had to bring some home or bust. So then", "\"Impossible! The men run Venus! Nobody's turning this planet into\n another Earth where a man can't even sneeze unless some woman says so!\"", "\"Well, Grandmamma,\" Trillium said with a highly self-satisfied air, \"it\n works. And just like you said, Earthmen meant nothing once I knew we\n Venus women had our own men in our power.\"", "\"Pray heaven you'll never lay eyes on one nor have one get within ten\n foot of you! Even though you'd know she'd be your damnation wouldn't", "\"No. One of us stowing away was the only way we Venus women could bring\n our cause to the attention of Earth's President. If Earth will only", "\"May as well.\" His Excellency glanced at O'Rielly and Callahan much as\n he might at a couple of worms. Could bet your last old sox no female\n ever told any Venus man what to do.", "guess our boy was the only guy on Earth or Venus to find out and live.\n Dames bossing both planets now, though, his old secret won't be one", "\"You—I mean, that Earth guy a hundred twenty-five years ago,\" O'Rielly\n said in sudden thought. \"If Venus dames wanted to be loved so bad, why\n did Trillium's Grandmamma let him go?\"", "\"But Venus men are so excited all the time about going to war they\n haven't time for us women. That's why we always radiated such a fatal", "No Earth dame ever admitted any guy was even equal to any female. Old\n Woman, a prime symbol of her gender's superiority, whipped a razor edge\n onto her own words. \"Facilities of the Captain's quarters are more\n satisfactory.\"", "much longer. Venus dames could of let it out centuries ago themselves\n but didn't, just to spite Earth probably. Later, was part of organizing\n to take over Venus, I guess.\"", "\"Well, that's when Earth dames took over like armies of wild cats\n with knots in their tails. Before the guys who'd brought the Venus", "Earth again there wouldn't be enough left of Venus to find with an\n electron microscope.\n\"Venus boys rared up and served notice that if Earth ever got any funny", "Venus for ten thousand years and all the women in the universe can't\n change it!\"", "\"Long may the superior sex reign on Venus too! We shall be delighted to\n receive an Ambassadoress to discuss a new trade treaty at your earliest\n convenience.\"", "attraction for Earthmen. We want to be loved! We want our own men home\n doing useful work!\"" ], [ "At sight of her, of course, Callahan's eyes near popped from his old\n head. \"Berta!\"", "\"Oh, I'm Trillium,\" she assured Callahan sweetly. \"But Grandmamma's\n name is Berta and people say I'm just like she was a hundred and", "O'Rielly still had memories of the way he had felt about Trillium\n before her revolution. \"All right, Callahan, why did 'our boy' leave\n Grandmamma?\"", "O'Rielly joined the death march gladly. He felt the way Callahan\n looked: ready to wrap his arms around Trillium's brave loveliness and\n protect it to his last breath of life.", "away from Trillium and took a look at Callahan. Old guy looked away\n from Grandmamma President like he was packing the second biggest\n headache in history.", "\"Hah? What?\" Callahan blinked like waking from a trance; even groaned\n to himself, something that sounded like, \"Blabbering like I'd had", "O'Rielly stood looking thoughtfully at lovely, womanly, exquisite\n Trillium. Just like that, O'Rielly felt as sparkling of mind as a", "Old Woman had been flimflammed for fair! Dear Trillium was saved! And\n betwixt O'Rielly's grand brain and Callahan's great experience she'd be\n happy forever.", "Trillium—with her shape—passing as a boy hustling bags through this\n ship. O'Rielly chortled as he tucked her under his bunk. \"Now don't you\n worry about another thing!\"", "\"Oh, no, Grandpapa,\" Trillium said swiftly; \"I stole away all by\n myself, and Mr. O'Rielly and Callahan have been very helpful.\"", "\"Very well. Grandmamma told me how.\"\n\"Obviously Trillium's poor little brain has been drugged,\" His\n Excellency Dimdooly declared. \"Grandmamma Berta wouldn't know the first\n thing about such things!\"", "O'Rielly's shower opened and Callahan, glowing like a young bucko,\n bounced onto the bunk. \"Well, did you hide her good this time? No,", "Especially she eyed Callahan, like running chilled drills through his\n old conniving brain. \"I award the pair of you five minutes leisure\n before returning to your stations.\"", "room. Nobody had passed through. O'Rielly knew it. Callahan knew it.\n By now the Old Woman herself, Captain Millicent Hatwoody, had probably", "don't flimflam the Old Woman!\" With which ominous remark, rendered in\n a zesty devil-may-care manner, however, Callahan threw himself into\n O'Rielly's shower.", "Callahan said something through his teeth, then studied O'Rielly\n sharply. \"Hey, you been wetting your whistle on that Venus vino again?", "\"Believe you did, ma'am,\" Callahan responded cheerfully. \"And the\n answer is, ma'am, that Apprentice Burnerman O'Rielly and me was", "women—merely chanced to arise whilst we was scientifically analyzing\n the control phenomenon, ma'am. Naturally I offered this innocent young\n Burnerman the benefit of me long years of experience. Why,\" Callahan", "\"Yes! War in which people will actually die!\" As His Excellency paled\n at that grisly remark, the Old Woman spoke through her teeth at\n O'Rielly, Callahan and Trillium. \"All right, come along!\"", "\"Of all the sappy hiding places!\" Callahan yelped, in surprise of\n course." ], [ "Trillium—with her shape—passing as a boy hustling bags through this\n ship. O'Rielly chortled as he tucked her under his bunk. \"Now don't you\n worry about another thing!\"", "\"I threw them in there before you came on duty before blast-off,\"\n Trillium explained. \"I knew the burner room would be warm.\"", "\"Well, Grandmamma,\" Trillium said with a highly self-satisfied air, \"it\n works. And just like you said, Earthmen meant nothing once I knew we\n Venus women had our own men in our power.\"", "\"Impossible!\" Grandpapa President's ear beards stood near straight up\n as he roared, \"You couldn't have stolen away by yourself! Trillium,\n tell the truth!\"", "Old Woman sighed through her teeth. \"Venus woman aboard this ship.\n Stowaway. Rattle that around your belfries.\"", "Wasn't too bad a fib. The more O'Rielly thought of Trillium, the more\n ideas he got of doing things he'd never dreamt of before in his life.\n Yes, ma'am!", "\"No. One of us stowing away was the only way we Venus women could bring\n our cause to the attention of Earth's President. If Earth will only", "\"Oh, no, Grandpapa,\" Trillium said swiftly; \"I stole away all by\n myself, and Mr. O'Rielly and Callahan have been very helpful.\"", "\"Trillium?\" His Excellency bellowed as if stung by one of the\n sabre-tailed hornets of his native planet. \"Trillium!\"", "\"Oh, I'm Trillium,\" she assured Callahan sweetly. \"But Grandmamma's\n name is Berta and people say I'm just like she was a hundred and", "\"Very well. Grandmamma told me how.\"\n\"Obviously Trillium's poor little brain has been drugged,\" His\n Excellency Dimdooly declared. \"Grandmamma Berta wouldn't know the first\n thing about such things!\"", "\"She learned,\" Trillium stated emphatically, \"a hundred and twenty-five\n years ago.\"", "\"Yes! War in which people will actually die!\" As His Excellency paled\n at that grisly remark, the Old Woman spoke through her teeth at\n O'Rielly, Callahan and Trillium. \"All right, come along!\"", "on tour the ship. Old Woman catches you like you been rassling skunks\n she'll peel both our hides off. Not to mention what she'll do anyway\n about your fusion control!\"", "communications mixup, we managed to have the scenes on these panels\n broadcast throughout all Venus. When the rug went out from under the\n top man, the tide really turned in our favor. Now, Trillium, you take", "\"Were.\" Features more beautifully mature than Trillium's crowded onto\n the panel too. \"From now on I'm doing the deciding.\"\n\n\n \"Nonsense! You're only my wife!\"", "\"Dimmy,\" Trillium was saying firmly to His Excellency, \"you have beat\n around the bush with me long enough. Now say it!\"", "Earth out of the universe. \"My grandchild was kidnapped by men under\n your official command! Weren't you, Trillium dear?\"", "O'Rielly still had memories of the way he had felt about Trillium\n before her revolution. \"All right, Callahan, why did 'our boy' leave\n Grandmamma?\"", "Was all O'Rielly could do to keep from rolling on the deck with glee.\n Old Callahan had been flimflammed for fair! The dear little stowaway" ], [ "\"I should like,\" Grandmamma President Berta said charmingly, \"that\n Mr. O'Rielly and Mr. Callahan be suitably rewarded for assisting our\n revolution better than they knew.\"", "\"Oh, well,\" O'Rielly muttered, once he and Callahan were safely beyond\n earshot, \"could have been rewarded worse, I suppose.\"", "O'Rielly's shower opened and Callahan, glowing like a young bucko,\n bounced onto the bunk. \"Well, did you hide her good this time? No,", "don't flimflam the Old Woman!\" With which ominous remark, rendered in\n a zesty devil-may-care manner, however, Callahan threw himself into\n O'Rielly's shower.", "\"Believe you did, ma'am,\" Callahan responded cheerfully. \"And the\n answer is, ma'am, that Apprentice Burnerman O'Rielly and me was", "O'Rielly still had memories of the way he had felt about Trillium\n before her revolution. \"All right, Callahan, why did 'our boy' leave\n Grandmamma?\"", "\"Burner Chief Callahan, sir,\" O'Rielly responded courteously, \"I have\n been thinking.\"", "Was all O'Rielly could do to keep from rolling on the deck with glee.\n Old Callahan had been flimflammed for fair! The dear little stowaway", "O'Rielly joined the death march gladly. He felt the way Callahan\n looked: ready to wrap his arms around Trillium's brave loveliness and\n protect it to his last breath of life.", "\"Oh, no, Grandpapa,\" Trillium said swiftly; \"I stole away all by\n myself, and Mr. O'Rielly and Callahan have been very helpful.\"", "With suddenly enlivened interest O'Rielly looked at Callahan. \"Hey, how\n come you know so much?\"", "twenty-five years ago.\"\n\"Hah? What?\" Callahan blinked like his brain had been taken apart and\n was being slapped together again. \"O'Rielly! Awp, you angel-faced", "Especially she eyed Callahan, like running chilled drills through his\n old conniving brain. \"I award the pair of you five minutes leisure\n before returning to your stations.\"", "looked at O'Rielly and Callahan still lolling on the bunk.", "\"Charmed to, Burner Chief Callahan, sir,\" O'Rielly said while bowing\n gracefully.", "\"Wasting your time talking nonsense!\" Old Woman's look was fit to\n freeze O'Rielly's brain, then she gave Callahan the look. \"I sent you\n down here to find the answer to that fusion control slippage!\"", "\"With what? Never mind, just keep on trying whilst I have a shower for\n myself here.\" Wherewith Callahan reached hand for O'Rielly's shower\n door.", "Old Woman had been flimflammed for fair! Dear Trillium was saved! And\n betwixt O'Rielly's grand brain and Callahan's great experience she'd be\n happy forever.", "Callahan said something through his teeth, then studied O'Rielly\n sharply. \"Hey, you been wetting your whistle on that Venus vino again?", "\"Now, now, Burner Chief Callahan, sir,\" O'Rielly responded with an airy\n laugh. \"No Earth guy for a hundred twenty-five years been near one and\n lived to tell it, has he?\"" ] ]

[ "What can be determined as a similarity between Harvey, Joe, and Johnson?", "Why did Harvey and Joe have such a large tab and the bar that was ran by Johnson?", "Despite the menu prices for the restaurant food being remarkably low, how were Harvey and Joe met with an outrageous bill of 328 buckos?", "Why did Harvey agree to pay the absurd price for the water that he and Joe consumed at the bar?", "How was Johnson convinced to buy the case astroid fever medication?", "What was so unique about Genius that made Joe and Harvey want to purchase him?", "Despite what they told Johnson, what can be determined as Harvey and Joe's true occupation?" ]

[ [ "They all have a tendency to want the best for one another to a personal fault. ", "They all have a tendency to think they are more advanced than one another", "They all have a tendency to spend too much time at the bar where Johnson works", "They all have a tendency to be greedy at any opportunity" ], [ "They were unaware of the cost of the water served by the bartender. ", "They had consumed multiple alcoholic beverages and lost track of how much they had ordered. ", "Their funds were unlimited and they ordered rounds of drinks for everyone in the bar, including Genius, who had more hands to hold more drinks. ", "Johnson had over-priced the alcoholic drinks they ordered once he knew they were drunk. " ], [ "They were charged for an insane amount of overhead. ", "They were charged for services and entertainment. ", "They didn't notice the additional zeros added on to the prices of the menu items", "They were not informed of the tax charged onto the meal." ], [ "The sheriff had threated them with his holstered weapon. ", "He knew they would be able to con Johnson right back.", "They were thirsty and too delirious to argue", "He didn't want to risk being arrested and trapped on Planetoid 42" ], [ "Proven statistics showing that it was the best antidote", "Joe's acting skills ", "He felt feverish and thought he may have contracted the illness", "A price too good that could not be turned down" ], [ "His impressive cooking", "His ability to haggle", "His useful mechanical skills", "His 6 arms" ], [ "Sales men", "space-side mechanics", "Traveling gamblers", "Con artists" ] ]

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[ [ "Johnson, the \"sheriff,\" collected the money, and Johnson, the\n \"restaurateur,\" pocketed it. Meanwhile, Harvey tipped Joe the sign to\n remain calm.", "\"Now do you see, my hot-tempered colleague?\" said Harvey as he and Joe\n picked up buckets that hung on the tank. \"Johnson, as I saw instantly,\n is the victim of a difficult environment, and must charge accordingly.\"", "Harvey and Joe studied the menu critically. The prices were\n phenomenally low. When they glanced up at Johnson in perplexity, he\n grinned, bowed and asked: \"Everything satisfactory, gents?\"", "Harvey's eyes bulged. Joe gulped. \"That—that's robbery!\" the lanky man\n managed to get out in a thin quaver.", "Harvey helped Joe to the counter and lifted him up on it. The mayor and\n his gigantic offspring were cowering across the room, trying to breathe\n in tiny, uncontaminating gasps.", "Harvey and Joe were breathing hard from having gulped the water so\n fast, but they were beginning to revive. They noticed the bartender's\n impersonal eyes studying them shrewdly.", "Harvey and Joe looked at each other. They hadn't been thinking about\n food at all, but suddenly they realized that they were hungry.", "Harvey looked reprovingly at his gangling partner. \"Did Johnson ask to\n taste it, or did he not? One must look ahead, Joseph. I had to produce", "Joe reeled aside, and Harvey saw what had upset his partner. He stared,\n speechless for once.", "Joe's face grew as glum as Johnson's had been. \"Aw, Harv,\" he\n protested, \"do we have to sell it? And right when I thought we were\n getting the key!\"", "Astonished, Johnson and his son drew closer. They searched Joe's face,\n and then the mayor timidly felt his pulse.\n\n\n \"Well, I'll be hanged!\" Johnson ejaculated.", "\"To make a long story, Mr. Johnson,\" he said, \"Joseph and I were among\n the chosen few who knew the famous Doctor Dean intimately. Just before", "\"We must not be selfish, my boy,\" Harvey said nobly. \"We have had our\n chance; now we must relinquish Fate to the hands of a man who might\n have more success than we. Go, Joseph. Bring it here.\"", "\"Medicine,\" Harvey propounded, \"should taste like medicine.\" To Joe he\n said: \"Come, my esteemed colleague. We must perform the sacred task to\n which we have dedicated ourselves.\"", "As if on cue, Genius came out and put the check down between Joe and\n Harvey. Harvey picked it up negligently, but his casual air vanished in\n a yelp of horror.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nCharacteristically, Harvey Ellsworth tried to maintain his dignity,\n though his parched tongue was almost hanging out. But Joe Mallon, with", "\"You dirty crook!\" Joe roared. \"Robbing honest spacemen!\"\nHarvey nudged him warningly. \"Easy, my boy, easy.\" He turned to the", "\"Are—are you all right?\" asked the mayor anxiously.\n\n\n \"Much better,\" said Joe in a weak voice.\n\n\n \"Maybe you need another dose,\" Harvey suggested.", "a faint suspicion alive in him. So he called Harvey and they went to\n investigate.", "Swiftly, Harvey conned the possibilities of being bilked again. He saw\n none.\n\n\n \"Let's take a look at the menu, anyhow, Joe,\" he said guardedly." ], [ "Johnson, the \"sheriff,\" collected the money, and Johnson, the\n \"restaurateur,\" pocketed it. Meanwhile, Harvey tipped Joe the sign to\n remain calm.", "Harvey and Joe studied the menu critically. The prices were\n phenomenally low. When they glanced up at Johnson in perplexity, he\n grinned, bowed and asked: \"Everything satisfactory, gents?\"", "Harvey and Joe were breathing hard from having gulped the water so\n fast, but they were beginning to revive. They noticed the bartender's\n impersonal eyes studying them shrewdly.", "\"Now do you see, my hot-tempered colleague?\" said Harvey as he and Joe\n picked up buckets that hung on the tank. \"Johnson, as I saw instantly,\n is the victim of a difficult environment, and must charge accordingly.\"", "Harvey helped Joe to the counter and lifted him up on it. The mayor and\n his gigantic offspring were cowering across the room, trying to breathe\n in tiny, uncontaminating gasps.", "Harvey's eyes bulged. Joe gulped. \"That—that's robbery!\" the lanky man\n managed to get out in a thin quaver.", "Harvey looked reprovingly at his gangling partner. \"Did Johnson ask to\n taste it, or did he not? One must look ahead, Joseph. I had to produce", "Joe returned and set the instrument down on the bar. His face\n sorrowful, Harvey fondly stroked the scarred plasticoid cabinet.", "few minutes, carrying a bottle.\nJoe was still stretched out on the bar, panting, his eyes slowly\n crossing and uncrossing. Harvey lifted the patient's head tenderly,", "Joe's face grew as glum as Johnson's had been. \"Aw, Harv,\" he\n protested, \"do we have to sell it? And right when I thought we were\n getting the key!\"", "Joe reeled aside, and Harvey saw what had upset his partner. He stared,\n speechless for once.", "As if on cue, Genius came out and put the check down between Joe and\n Harvey. Harvey picked it up negligently, but his casual air vanished in\n a yelp of horror.", "Swiftly, Harvey conned the possibilities of being bilked again. He saw\n none.\n\n\n \"Let's take a look at the menu, anyhow, Joe,\" he said guardedly.", "Harvey focused on the microscopic print, and his face went pasty with\n rage. The minute note read: \"Services and entertainment, 327 buckos 80\n redsents.\"", "\"That's the stuff, all right,\" he said, swallowing hard. He counted\n out the money into Harvey's hand, at a moderate rate that precariously", "\"You dirty crook!\" Joe roared. \"Robbing honest spacemen!\"\nHarvey nudged him warningly. \"Easy, my boy, easy.\" He turned to the", "Harvey nodded in relief. \"We have attempted to repay our host, Joseph.\n He has spurned our generosity. We have now the chance to continue our\n study, which I am positive will soon reward us with the key to an\n enormous fortune.\"", "remaining pair. The bartender, a big man resembling the plumpish\n Harvey in build, was leaning negligently on the counter, ordering this\n impossible being to fill the partly-emptied bottles, squeeze fruit", "\"Not a red cent less than four seventy-five,\" Harvey said flatly.\n\n\n \"Make it four fifty,\" quavered Johnson.\n\n\n \"I dislike haggling,\" said Harvey.", "the case of medicine to the saloon. The mayor had already cleared a\n place of honor in the cluttered back room, where he told them to put it\n down carefully. Then he took the elaborate bottle-opener Harvey gave" ], [ "Harvey and Joe studied the menu critically. The prices were\n phenomenally low. When they glanced up at Johnson in perplexity, he\n grinned, bowed and asked: \"Everything satisfactory, gents?\"", "Harvey focused on the microscopic print, and his face went pasty with\n rage. The minute note read: \"Services and entertainment, 327 buckos 80\n redsents.\"", "Swiftly, Harvey conned the possibilities of being bilked again. He saw\n none.\n\n\n \"Let's take a look at the menu, anyhow, Joe,\" he said guardedly.", "The final price, however, was four hundred and sixty-nine buckos and\n fifty redsents. Magnanimously, Harvey added: \"And we will include,", "merchant. This dinner is worth as least twenty buckos, yet I estimate\n our check at a mere bucko twenty redsents.\"", "\"That's the stuff, all right,\" he said, swallowing hard. He counted\n out the money into Harvey's hand, at a moderate rate that precariously", "Harvey's eyes bulged. Joe gulped. \"That—that's robbery!\" the lanky man\n managed to get out in a thin quaver.", "As if on cue, Genius came out and put the check down between Joe and\n Harvey. Harvey picked it up negligently, but his casual air vanished in\n a yelp of horror.", "Harvey and Joe were breathing hard from having gulped the water so\n fast, but they were beginning to revive. They noticed the bartender's\n impersonal eyes studying them shrewdly.", "\"For you, since you have taken us in so hospitably, a mere five hundred\n buckos.\"\n\n\n Johnson did not actually stagger back, but he gave the impression of\n doing so. \"F-four hundred,\" he offered.", "\"Friend,\" said Harvey, taking out a wallet and counting off eight\n five-bucko bills, \"here is your money. What's fair is fair, and you", "\"What the devil is this?\" he shouted.—\"How do you arrive at this\n fantastic, idiotic figure—\nthree hundred and twenty-eight buckos", "Johnson, the \"sheriff,\" collected the money, and Johnson, the\n \"restaurateur,\" pocketed it. Meanwhile, Harvey tipped Joe the sign to\n remain calm.", "Harvey and Joe looked at each other. They hadn't been thinking about\n food at all, but suddenly they realized that they were hungry.", "Harvey grinned puzzledly. \"We didn't take any whiskey.\"\n\n\n \"Might as well. Water's five buckos a glass. Liquor's free with every\n chaser.\"", "\"This and that,\" concluded Joe. \"We'll give you five hundred buckos.\"\n\n\n \"Now, gents!\" Johnson remonstrated. \"Why, six hundred would hardly—\"", "\"Now do you see, my hot-tempered colleague?\" said Harvey as he and Joe\n picked up buckets that hung on the tank. \"Johnson, as I saw instantly,\n is the victim of a difficult environment, and must charge accordingly.\"", "\"Not a red cent less than four seventy-five,\" Harvey said flatly.\n\n\n \"Make it four fifty,\" quavered Johnson.\n\n\n \"I dislike haggling,\" said Harvey.", "\"You dirty crook!\" Joe roared. \"Robbing honest spacemen!\"\nHarvey nudged him warningly. \"Easy, my boy, easy.\" He turned to the", "Harvey helped Joe to the counter and lifted him up on it. The mayor and\n his gigantic offspring were cowering across the room, trying to breathe\n in tiny, uncontaminating gasps." ], [ "Harvey and Joe were breathing hard from having gulped the water so\n fast, but they were beginning to revive. They noticed the bartender's\n impersonal eyes studying them shrewdly.", "\"That's the stuff, all right,\" he said, swallowing hard. He counted\n out the money into Harvey's hand, at a moderate rate that precariously", "Harvey and Joe studied the menu critically. The prices were\n phenomenally low. When they glanced up at Johnson in perplexity, he\n grinned, bowed and asked: \"Everything satisfactory, gents?\"", "Harvey grinned puzzledly. \"We didn't take any whiskey.\"\n\n\n \"Might as well. Water's five buckos a glass. Liquor's free with every\n chaser.\"", "The final price, however, was four hundred and sixty-nine buckos and\n fifty redsents. Magnanimously, Harvey added: \"And we will include,", "\"Now do you see, my hot-tempered colleague?\" said Harvey as he and Joe\n picked up buckets that hung on the tank. \"Johnson, as I saw instantly,\n is the victim of a difficult environment, and must charge accordingly.\"", "Harvey focused on the microscopic print, and his face went pasty with\n rage. The minute note read: \"Services and entertainment, 327 buckos 80\n redsents.\"", "Harvey's eyes bulged. Joe gulped. \"That—that's robbery!\" the lanky man\n managed to get out in a thin quaver.", "Harvey helped Joe to the counter and lifted him up on it. The mayor and\n his gigantic offspring were cowering across the room, trying to breathe\n in tiny, uncontaminating gasps.", "\"Not a red cent less than four seventy-five,\" Harvey said flatly.\n\n\n \"Make it four fifty,\" quavered Johnson.\n\n\n \"I dislike haggling,\" said Harvey.", "\"Nonsense,\" Harvey croaked uncertainly. \"We have seen enough queer\n things to know there are always more.\"\n\n\n He led the way inside. Through thirst-cracked lips he rasped:\n \"Water—quick!\"", "Harvey bravely counted off the bills. He asked: \"But what are we to\n do about replenishing our battery fluid? Ten buckos a liter would be\n preposterous. We simply can't afford it.\"", "The barkeeper shrugged. \"When there ain't many customers, you gotta\n make more on each one. Besides—\"", "Harvey was quick to pay out, for this was a genuine windfall. Then he\n stood up and admired the astonishing possession he had so inexpensively\n acquired.", "put the bottle to his lips and tilted it until he was forced to drink.\n When Joe tried to pull away, Harvey was inexorable. He made his partner\n drink until most of the liquid was gone. Then he stepped back and", "Swiftly, Harvey conned the possibilities of being bilked again. He saw\n none.\n\n\n \"Let's take a look at the menu, anyhow, Joe,\" he said guardedly.", "\"Friend,\" said Harvey, taking out a wallet and counting off eight\n five-bucko bills, \"here is your money. What's fair is fair, and you", "Harvey nodded in relief. \"We have attempted to repay our host, Joseph.\n He has spurned our generosity. We have now the chance to continue our\n study, which I am positive will soon reward us with the key to an\n enormous fortune.\"", "\"We do not sell this unbelievable remedy,\" Harvey replied with dignity.\n \"It sells itself.\"\n\n\n \"'Course, I'd expect a considerable reduction if I bought a whole\n case,\" said Johnson.", "As if on cue, Genius came out and put the check down between Joe and\n Harvey. Harvey picked it up negligently, but his casual air vanished in\n a yelp of horror." ], [ "\"Bring him in here!\" Johnson cried. \"I mean, get him away! He's coming\n down with asteroid fever!\"", "\"We do not sell this unbelievable remedy,\" Harvey replied with dignity.\n \"It sells itself.\"\n\n\n \"'Course, I'd expect a considerable reduction if I bought a whole\n case,\" said Johnson.", "balanced between his pleasure at getting the fever remedy and his pain\n at paying for it. Then he glanced out to see the position of Jupiter,\n and asked: \"You gents eaten yet? The restaurant's open now.\"", "\"Relics of the past,\" Harvey stated. \"One medication is all modern man\n requires to combat the dread menace, asteroid fever.\"\n\n\n \"What's that?\" asked the mayor without conviction.", "\"You'll find everything you want in the back room,\" Johnson said\n frantically, \"sulfopyridine, mustard plasters, rubs, inhalers, suction\n cups—\"", "Astonished, Johnson and his son drew closer. They searched Joe's face,\n and then the mayor timidly felt his pulse.\n\n\n \"Well, I'll be hanged!\" Johnson ejaculated.", "\"We absolutely must purchase this incredible specimen,\" Harvey\n whispered excitedly when Johnson and the native were both in the", "\"It does, Mr. Johnson! Only charlatans like those who envied Doctor\n Dean's magnificent accomplishments could deny that fact.\"", "\"To make a long story, Mr. Johnson,\" he said, \"Joseph and I were among\n the chosen few who knew the famous Doctor Dean intimately. Just before", "Johnson stabbed out a warning finger. \"No tricks now. I want a taste of\n that stuff. You're not switching some worthless junk on me.\"", "\"For you, since you have taken us in so hospitably, a mere five hundred\n buckos.\"\n\n\n Johnson did not actually stagger back, but he gave the impression of\n doing so. \"F-four hundred,\" he offered.", "yonder asteroidal tin-horn a bill of medical goods—an entire case,\n mind you. Was I to mix the extract with the water for which we had been", "\"Now do you see, my hot-tempered colleague?\" said Harvey as he and Joe\n picked up buckets that hung on the tank. \"Johnson, as I saw instantly,\n is the victim of a difficult environment, and must charge accordingly.\"", "actual test, it conquers asteroid fever in from four to twenty-three\n minutes, depending on the severity of the attack. Luckily, we caught\n this one before it grew formidable.\"", "Harvey and Joe studied the menu critically. The prices were\n phenomenally low. When they glanced up at Johnson in perplexity, he\n grinned, bowed and asked: \"Everything satisfactory, gents?\"", "Johnson sighed ponderously. \"I was afraid you'd act like that,\" he said\n with regret. He pulled a tin badge out of his rear pocket, pinned it on", "\"Solar salesmen, my colonial friend,\" Harvey answered in his usual\n lush manner. \"We purvey that renowned Martian remedy,\nLa-anago", "Johnson, the \"sheriff,\" collected the money, and Johnson, the\n \"restaurateur,\" pocketed it. Meanwhile, Harvey tipped Joe the sign to\n remain calm.", "\"That's the stuff, all right,\" he said, swallowing hard. He counted\n out the money into Harvey's hand, at a moderate rate that precariously", "\"This and that,\" concluded Joe. \"We'll give you five hundred buckos.\"\n\n\n \"Now, gents!\" Johnson remonstrated. \"Why, six hundred would hardly—\"" ], [ "As if on cue, Genius came out and put the check down between Joe and\n Harvey. Harvey picked it up negligently, but his casual air vanished in\n a yelp of horror.", "\"Either one. It don't make no difference. Genius is too valuable to\n sell.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, come now, Mr. Johnson. Don't tell me no amount of money would\n tempt you!\"", "deal. My partner and I were prepared to make you a sizable offer for\n the peculiar creature you call Genius. But by reducing our funds the\n way you have—\"", "\"We absolutely must purchase this incredible specimen,\" Harvey\n whispered excitedly when Johnson and the native were both in the", "Harvey was quick to pay out, for this was a genuine windfall. Then he\n stood up and admired the astonishing possession he had so inexpensively\n acquired.", "\"I sure will,\" Johnson confessed glumly. \"I got pretty attached to\n Genius, and I'm going to miss him something awful.\"", "\"Well, we're starting all right,\" admitted Joe. \"How about that thing\n with six arms? He looks like a valuable. Can't we grab him off?\"\n\n\n Harvey stopped filling bottles and looked up pensively.", "audio-visiphone. Then our triumph—we shall sell him at a stupendous\n figure to the zoo!\"\nJoe was still dazed by that monetary vista when he and Harvey carried", "Harvey's eyes bulged. Joe gulped. \"That—that's robbery!\" the lanky man\n managed to get out in a thin quaver.", "Harvey and Joe studied the menu critically. The prices were\n phenomenally low. When they glanced up at Johnson in perplexity, he\n grinned, bowed and asked: \"Everything satisfactory, gents?\"", "Harvey nodded in relief. \"We have attempted to repay our host, Joseph.\n He has spurned our generosity. We have now the chance to continue our\n study, which I am positive will soon reward us with the key to an\n enormous fortune.\"", "\"We must not be selfish, my boy,\" Harvey said nobly. \"We have had our\n chance; now we must relinquish Fate to the hands of a man who might\n have more success than we. Go, Joseph. Bring it here.\"", "!\"\nJohnson didn't answer. Neither did Genius; he simply put on the table,\n not a fingerbowl, but a magnifying glass. With one of his thirty", "\"Now do you see, my hot-tempered colleague?\" said Harvey as he and Joe\n picked up buckets that hung on the tank. \"Johnson, as I saw instantly,\n is the victim of a difficult environment, and must charge accordingly.\"", "Harvey helped Joe to the counter and lifted him up on it. The mayor and\n his gigantic offspring were cowering across the room, trying to breathe\n in tiny, uncontaminating gasps.", "Harvey and Joe looked at each other. They hadn't been thinking about\n food at all, but suddenly they realized that they were hungry.", "Joe reeled aside, and Harvey saw what had upset his partner. He stared,\n speechless for once.", "\"We do not sell this unbelievable remedy,\" Harvey replied with dignity.\n \"It sells itself.\"\n\n\n \"'Course, I'd expect a considerable reduction if I bought a whole\n case,\" said Johnson.", "was as extraordinary as the meal itself. With four hands, Genius played\n deftly upon a pair of mellow Venusian\nviotars\n, using his other two", "Swiftly, Harvey conned the possibilities of being bilked again. He saw\n none.\n\n\n \"Let's take a look at the menu, anyhow, Joe,\" he said guardedly." ], [ "Johnson, the \"sheriff,\" collected the money, and Johnson, the\n \"restaurateur,\" pocketed it. Meanwhile, Harvey tipped Joe the sign to\n remain calm.", "Harvey and Joe studied the menu critically. The prices were\n phenomenally low. When they glanced up at Johnson in perplexity, he\n grinned, bowed and asked: \"Everything satisfactory, gents?\"", "Harvey's eyes bulged. Joe gulped. \"That—that's robbery!\" the lanky man\n managed to get out in a thin quaver.", "Harvey helped Joe to the counter and lifted him up on it. The mayor and\n his gigantic offspring were cowering across the room, trying to breathe\n in tiny, uncontaminating gasps.", "Harvey and Joe were breathing hard from having gulped the water so\n fast, but they were beginning to revive. They noticed the bartender's\n impersonal eyes studying them shrewdly.", "Joe reeled aside, and Harvey saw what had upset his partner. He stared,\n speechless for once.", "Harvey looked reprovingly at his gangling partner. \"Did Johnson ask to\n taste it, or did he not? One must look ahead, Joseph. I had to produce", "Harvey and Joe looked at each other. They hadn't been thinking about\n food at all, but suddenly they realized that they were hungry.", "Joe's face grew as glum as Johnson's had been. \"Aw, Harv,\" he\n protested, \"do we have to sell it? And right when I thought we were\n getting the key!\"", "\"Now do you see, my hot-tempered colleague?\" said Harvey as he and Joe\n picked up buckets that hung on the tank. \"Johnson, as I saw instantly,\n is the victim of a difficult environment, and must charge accordingly.\"", "Astonished, Johnson and his son drew closer. They searched Joe's face,\n and then the mayor timidly felt his pulse.\n\n\n \"Well, I'll be hanged!\" Johnson ejaculated.", "\"Medicine,\" Harvey propounded, \"should taste like medicine.\" To Joe he\n said: \"Come, my esteemed colleague. We must perform the sacred task to\n which we have dedicated ourselves.\"", "\"We must not be selfish, my boy,\" Harvey said nobly. \"We have had our\n chance; now we must relinquish Fate to the hands of a man who might\n have more success than we. Go, Joseph. Bring it here.\"", "\"You dirty crook!\" Joe roared. \"Robbing honest spacemen!\"\nHarvey nudged him warningly. \"Easy, my boy, easy.\" He turned to the", "\"To make a long story, Mr. Johnson,\" he said, \"Joseph and I were among\n the chosen few who knew the famous Doctor Dean intimately. Just before", "a faint suspicion alive in him. So he called Harvey and they went to\n investigate.", "Swiftly, Harvey conned the possibilities of being bilked again. He saw\n none.\n\n\n \"Let's take a look at the menu, anyhow, Joe,\" he said guardedly.", "As if on cue, Genius came out and put the check down between Joe and\n Harvey. Harvey picked it up negligently, but his casual air vanished in\n a yelp of horror.", "Harvey nodded in relief. \"We have attempted to repay our host, Joseph.\n He has spurned our generosity. We have now the chance to continue our\n study, which I am positive will soon reward us with the key to an\n enormous fortune.\"", "\"What's this doing here?\" Harvey asked, puzzled. \"I thought Johnson had\n to transport water in pails.\"\n\n\n \"Wonder where it leads to,\" Joe said uneasily." ] ]

[ "What were the two main goals of the Quest III ship in this story?", "How would you describe Captain Llud's character transformation across the entire Quest III journey?", "What characteristics best describe Captain Llud in the present part of the story?", "At what moment in the story did the characters seem to have the most hope?", "At what moment in the story did the characters seem to have the least hope?", "What is the overall shift in tone from the start of the passage to the end of the passage?", "What would've happened if Captain Llud tried to turn around and change course from Earth?", "Of the following, which is the best plausible explanation for the behavior of the Earthen ships?", "If you had to recommend this reading to someone else, of the following options who do you think would most enjoy it?", "From the information the story provides, do you think you have a good sense of the personalities of Captain Llud's crew?" ]

[ [ "To survey galaxies for non-human life forms and return to Earth safely.", "To scout for new worlds to live in and return to Earth safely.", "To stay away from Earth for 900 years during a major world war and to return back safely.", "To return safely to Earth and return with new raw materials for technological research." ], [ "He was excited at first and became jaded over time.", "He was consistently excited throughout because they found a new habitable planet early on in their mission.", "His only priority was taking care of his family, so the mission's success/failure didn't really impact him much.", "He was never really excited about his job, but he became excited at the thought of returning home." ], [ "Jubilant, humorous, and jaded", "Scared, quiet, and humorous", "Jolly, excited, and tired", "Tired, defeated, and confused" ], [ "When Captain Llud was looking at old photographs of his crewmates and reflecting on his long journey with people he cares for.", "When the group started to return to Earth and things looked like smooth sailing.", "When the group found a potentially human-friendly planet to inhabit.", "When the group landed on Earth and walked around on grass for the first time in 10 years." ], [ "When they realized the oxygen supply was extremely low.", "When they realized it was impossible to contact the other Quest ships.", "When they were about to crash into a comet.", "When they were mid-communication with the violent ships." ], [ "From calm to frantic", "From happy to calm", "From frenzied to calm", "From depressed to hopeful" ], [ "They probably would've been shot at and the passengers would've died eventually with low resources.", "They would've tricked one of the ships into housing all of the passengers and flying home on that ship instead of the Quest III ship.", "They would've been left alone by the Earthen ships and accepted once they discussed matters some more.", "The Earthen ships would've trapped and invaded the Quest III ship and held the passengers hostage." ], [ "Since the Quest III trip promised to locate more planets, the current Earthens didn't trust them when they learned of their success because of how unlikely it was.", "Since the Quest III trip promised to locate more planets, the current Earthens didn't trust them when they learned of their failure.", "Since the Quest III trip promised to locate more natural resources, the current Earthens didn't trust them when they learned of their failure.", "900 years passed on Earth. The populations were different enough that the Quest III Earthens scared the current Earthen population." ], [ "A sci-fi nerd who loves discovery of alien species and new planets as major tropes", "A sci-fi nerd who loves intense and tragic stories", "A commercial airplane pilot who wishes they were an astronaut", "A sci-fi nerd who loves stories about family and happy endings" ], [ "Probably. There were good descriptions for all of the side characters, including Captain Llud's son.", "No. Llud barely spoke to anyone on the ship at all, he was even ignoring his son so we really didn't get to see a good glimpse of anyone's personalities.", "No. Llud was well-described, and some of the side characters had detail, but none of them really stand out too much.", "Yes. All of the characters felt incredibly real, and they all care deeply about Llud." ] ]

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[ [ "Quest III\nshuddered, again and again, under blows that must have had millions\n of horsepower behind them; but it plunged on toward Earth, its mighty", "The\nQuest III\nbored steadily on through space, decelerating. Even if", "Quest\n III's\nponderous and unswerving progress toward Earth had somehow\n frightened it. So it was trying to frighten them.", "Quest III's\nframework. The\n navigator said, obviously striving for calm, \"They're light craft, not\n fifty feet long, but they move fast. The detectors hardly had time to", "He studied the data so far gathered. A few blurred pictures had been\n got, which showed cylindrical space ships much like the\nQuest III\n,", "Quest\n III\ndrove on its way once more, lashed by despair toward the speed of\n light, leaving behind the mockery of yet another solitary and lifeless", "\"Even so—by expending its remaining fuel freely, the\nQuest III\ncould\n achieve a velocity that would take us there without dying of senility", "Quest III\ntoo. Once more Knof Llud had the insidious sense of his own\n nerves and muscles and will weakening along with the power-sinews of\n his ship.", "\"Who are you? What do you want? We are the interstellar expedition\nQuest III\n....\" And so on, identifying themselves and protesting that", "But now unwonted excitement possessed the hundred-odd members of the\nQuest III's\ncrew. It was a subdued excitement; men and women, they", "than when the voyage had begun. That was the foreshortening along the\n time axis of a space ship approaching the speed of light. Weeks and\n months had passed for the\nQuest III", "the Sun, though in interstellar space and around planetless stars\n such collisions were rare to the vanishing point. No harm could have\n been done. The\nQuest III's", "He felt empty, drained—like his ship. As the\nQuest III's\nfuel stores", "Quest III\n, as for forty hours\n the ship had decelerated.", "\"According to plan, the\nQuest III\nhas reached its furthest point from", "voices, in tones of mingled eagerness and apprehension, of what might\n lie at the long journey's end. For the\nQuest III\nwas coming home; the", "Knof Jr. whooped ecstatically and then subsided warily, but no one was\n paying attention to him. The men on the\nQuest III's", "Quest III\nin interstellar flight while\n years and decades had raced by on the home world.", "amounts of energy in the effort to batter down its defenses, but\n converting that energy into harmless gravitic impulses was costing the\nQuest III", "There were people running in the corridors, heading for their posts.\n Their faces were set, scared, uncomprehending. The\nQuest III" ], [ "bridge looked\n questions at each other, as the thought of help from outside flashed\n into many minds at once. But Captain Llud said soberly, \"It must have", "\"Yes,\" said Llud with icy control. \"You haven't answered one question.\n Why do you want to kill us? You can see we're as human as you are.\"", "Quest III\ntoo. Once more Knof Llud had the insidious sense of his own\n nerves and muscles and will weakening along with the power-sinews of\n his ship.", "of Llud's, nine hundred years ago.... He growled, \"What happened to\n him?\"", "Llud hesitated, said, \"All right. Come along and keep out of the way.\"\n He headed for the bridge with strides that the boy could not match.", "Presently Knof Llud switched off that younger voice of his and leaned\n back, an ironic smile touching his lips. That fervent idealism seemed", "Llud shook his head slowly. \"Who knows? We don't know whether any\n of the other\nQuests", "Captain Llud found Navigator Gwar Den looking as smug as the cat\n that ate the canary. Gwar Den was finding that the actual observed", "voices, in tones of mingled eagerness and apprehension, of what might\n lie at the long journey's end. For the\nQuest III\nwas coming home; the", "and the hope of success in man's mightiest venture had dwindled, so the\n strength had gone out of him. Now the last fuel compartment was almost\n empty and Captain Knof Llud felt tired and old.", "Smiles splintered the ice of tension. Captain Llud said, \"Maybe you've\n got something there. They seem to be mad, all right. But we're not in", "sun ahead was\nthe\nSun, whose rays had warmed their lives' beginning.\nKnof Llud, the\nQuest III's", "Llud sighed. He still couldn't say just why he had given the order to\n turn back. The stars had claimed his heart—but he was still a part of", "III\n, but he had an elusive look of deformity. Most obviously, his head\n seemed too big for his body, and his eyes in turn too big for his head.", "He reached the phone at the moment when another, heavier jolt shook\n the vessel. Llud snatched up the receiver with the speed of a scalded\n cat.", "Knof Llud switched on the screen at the named wavelength, and a\n picture formed there. The face and figure that appeared were ugly,", "changes that nine hundred years had wrought. \"Perhaps, if you realize\n your position, you will follow the intelligent example of the\nQuest\n I's\ncommander.\"", "Knof Llud stiffened. The\nQuest I\n, launched toward Arcturus and the", "To a man, the ship's responsible officers were already on the bridge,\n most of them breathless. To a man they looked appeal at Captain Knof\n Llud.\n\n\n \"Well?\" he snapped. \"What are they doing?\"", "Knof Jr. whooped ecstatically and then subsided warily, but no one was\n paying attention to him. The men on the\nQuest III's" ], [ "bridge looked\n questions at each other, as the thought of help from outside flashed\n into many minds at once. But Captain Llud said soberly, \"It must have", "Presently Knof Llud switched off that younger voice of his and leaned\n back, an ironic smile touching his lips. That fervent idealism seemed", "Captain Llud found Navigator Gwar Den looking as smug as the cat\n that ate the canary. Gwar Den was finding that the actual observed", "\"Yes,\" said Llud with icy control. \"You haven't answered one question.\n Why do you want to kill us? You can see we're as human as you are.\"", "Smiles splintered the ice of tension. Captain Llud said, \"Maybe you've\n got something there. They seem to be mad, all right. But we're not in", "of Llud's, nine hundred years ago.... He growled, \"What happened to\n him?\"", "Llud hesitated, said, \"All right. Come along and keep out of the way.\"\n He headed for the bridge with strides that the boy could not match.", "Llud sighed. He still couldn't say just why he had given the order to\n turn back. The stars had claimed his heart—but he was still a part of", "and the hope of success in man's mightiest venture had dwindled, so the\n strength had gone out of him. Now the last fuel compartment was almost\n empty and Captain Knof Llud felt tired and old.", "To a man, the ship's responsible officers were already on the bridge,\n most of them breathless. To a man they looked appeal at Captain Knof\n Llud.\n\n\n \"Well?\" he snapped. \"What are they doing?\"", "Llud shook his head slowly. \"Who knows? We don't know whether any\n of the other\nQuests", "Knof Llud smiled wryly. The rest of the little speech he had been about\n to make didn't matter anyway, and it might have spoiled this moment.", "He reached the phone at the moment when another, heavier jolt shook\n the vessel. Llud snatched up the receiver with the speed of a scalded\n cat.", "Llud nodded curt approval, remarking, \"Probably we'll be intercepted\n before we get that far.\"", "Knof Llud switched on the screen at the named wavelength, and a\n picture formed there. The face and figure that appeared were ugly,", "and pleading will do you no good.\n\"\nKnof Llud whirled to the radio apparatus, his weariness dropping from", "Quest III\ntoo. Once more Knof Llud had the insidious sense of his own\n nerves and muscles and will weakening along with the power-sinews of\n his ship.", "The captain sighed wearily. \"Good work,\" he said. \"Keep it up; perhaps\n you can answer some of these riddles before—\"", "\"Is that all?\" demanded Llud.", "Llud selected a spool from among the earliest. It was one he had made\n shortly after leaving Procyon, end of the first leg of the trip. He\n slid it onto the reproducer." ], [ "and the hope of success in man's mightiest venture had dwindled, so the\n strength had gone out of him. Now the last fuel compartment was almost\n empty and Captain Knof Llud felt tired and old.", "pick out the atom of reflected light that was Earth, home. They wrung\n each other's hands, kissed, shouted, wept. For the present their fears\n were forgotten and exaltation prevailed.", "\"Our hopes were dashed—and I think all of us, even remembering the\n Centaurus Expedition's failure, hoped more than we cared to admit. If", "\"He fought off our interceptors, which are around you now, for some\n time,\" said the voice lightly. \"When he saw that it was hopeless, he", "\"Sound the alarm. Emergency stations.\" He had said it automatically,\n then felt a curious detached relief at the knowledge that after all", "The captain put an arm round her with comforting pressure. \"Don't\n worry. Things may have changed—but we'll manage.\" But his face had", "He left her and began to climb the stairway again. Someone switched\n off the lights, and a charmed whisper ran through the big room as the", "voices, in tones of mingled eagerness and apprehension, of what might\n lie at the long journey's end. For the\nQuest III\nwas coming home; the", "one were no fatalist, there seemed no reason to stop decelerating or\n change course. There was nowhere else to go and too little fuel left\n if there had been; come what might, this was journey's end—perhaps", "Suddenly a faint cushioned jar went through the great ship; it seemed\n to falter one moment in flight.\nThe captain was on his feet instantly, but then his movements became", "\"It is cheering to note that the crew seems only more resolute. We go\n on to Capella; its spectrum, so like our own Sun's, beckons. If success", "Knof Jr. flattened himself against the metal wall and watched silently.\n His young face was less anxious than his elders'; he had confidence in\n his father.", "these years he could still respond quickly and smoothly to a crisis.\n There was a moment's silence, and he heard the alarm start—three\n short buzzes and repeat, ringing through all the great length of the", "Knof Jr. whooped ecstatically and then subsided warily, but no one was\n paying attention to him. The men on the\nQuest III's", "ships\n will be long since dead. Nevertheless we go on. Our generation's dream,\n humanity's dream, lives in us and in the ship forever....\"", "But now unwonted excitement possessed the hundred-odd members of the\nQuest III's\ncrew. It was a subdued excitement; men and women, they", "The captain sighed wearily. \"Good work,\" he said. \"Keep it up; perhaps\n you can answer some of these riddles before—\"", "responsibility, could rest and dream no more.... Those things went\n on, if men didn't change them. And a pine forest where he and young\n Knof could go camping, and lie on their backs at night and gaze at the", "bridge looked\n questions at each other, as the thought of help from outside flashed\n into many minds at once. But Captain Llud said soberly, \"It must have", "\"Hopeless, unless we find planets!\"\nKnof Llud shook his head sorrowfully and took off the spool. That\n was from the time when he had grown philosophical after the first\n disappointments." ], [ "and the hope of success in man's mightiest venture had dwindled, so the\n strength had gone out of him. Now the last fuel compartment was almost\n empty and Captain Knof Llud felt tired and old.", "one were no fatalist, there seemed no reason to stop decelerating or\n change course. There was nowhere else to go and too little fuel left\n if there had been; come what might, this was journey's end—perhaps", "\"Hopeless, unless we find planets!\"\nKnof Llud shook his head sorrowfully and took off the spool. That\n was from the time when he had grown philosophical after the first\n disappointments.", "\"Our hopes were dashed—and I think all of us, even remembering the\n Centaurus Expedition's failure, hoped more than we cared to admit. If", "\"He fought off our interceptors, which are around you now, for some\n time,\" said the voice lightly. \"When he saw that it was hopeless, he", "\"Sound the alarm. Emergency stations.\" He had said it automatically,\n then felt a curious detached relief at the knowledge that after all", "There was no answer. The ship drove on, its fuel trickling away under\n multiplied demands. Those outside were squandering vastly greater", "Quest\n III\ndrove on its way once more, lashed by despair toward the speed of\n light, leaving behind the mockery of yet another solitary and lifeless", "He felt empty, drained—like his ship. As the\nQuest III's\nfuel stores", "\"That's just it,\" said Lesra shakily. \"Nine hundred years have gone\n by—\nthere\n—and nothing will be the same. It won't be the same world\n we left, the world we knew and fitted in....\"", "Elsuz Llug, the gravitic engineer, calculated dismally, \"At the rate\n we're having to shed energy, the fuel will be gone in six or eight\n hours.\"", "pick out the atom of reflected light that was Earth, home. They wrung\n each other's hands, kissed, shouted, wept. For the present their fears\n were forgotten and exaltation prevailed.", "The people in the\nQuest III\nwould have felt nothing at all of\n the vicious onslaught being hurled against them, save that their", "bridge looked\n questions at each other, as the thought of help from outside flashed\n into many minds at once. But Captain Llud said soberly, \"It must have", "Knof Jr. flattened himself against the metal wall and watched silently.\n His young face was less anxious than his elders'; he had confidence in\n his father.", "a position to throw any punches.\" He turned back to the others. \"As I\n was going to say—I think we'd better try to parley with the enemy. At", "Suddenly a faint cushioned jar went through the great ship; it seemed\n to falter one moment in flight.\nThe captain was on his feet instantly, but then his movements became", "The captain was momentarily silent, groping for an adequate reply.\n Behind him somebody made a choked noise, the only sound in the stunned\n hush, and the ship jarred slightly as a thunderbolt slammed vengefully\n into its field.", "The captain put an arm round her with comforting pressure. \"Don't\n worry. Things may have changed—but we'll manage.\" But his face had", "\"It makes no difference, of course; we cannot betray the plan....\n This may be man's last chance of escaping his pitiful limitation to" ], [ "\"Sound the alarm. Emergency stations.\" He had said it automatically,\n then felt a curious detached relief at the knowledge that after all", "Presently Knof Llud switched off that younger voice of his and leaned\n back, an ironic smile touching his lips. That fervent idealism seemed", "He left her and began to climb the stairway again. Someone switched\n off the lights, and a charmed whisper ran through the big room as the", "The memory of that fierce impulse to go on still had power to shake\n him. A couple of lines of poetry came into his head, as he read them", "The captain put an arm round her with comforting pressure. \"Don't\n worry. Things may have changed—but we'll manage.\" But his face had", "Suddenly a faint cushioned jar went through the great ship; it seemed\n to falter one moment in flight.\nThe captain was on his feet instantly, but then his movements became", "voices, in tones of mingled eagerness and apprehension, of what might\n lie at the long journey's end. For the\nQuest III\nwas coming home; the", "\"He fought off our interceptors, which are around you now, for some\n time,\" said the voice lightly. \"When he saw that it was hopeless, he", "had already involuntarily told him a couple of things—that it was not\n as sure of itself as it sounded he deduced from the fact it had deigned\n to speak at all, and from its last remark he gathered that the", "\"They're mad and we aren't, yet,\" said the boy. Then, seeing that he\n hadn't made himself clear, \"In a fight, if a guy gets mad he starts\n swinging wild and then you nail him.\"", "\"Very well.\" The tone was like a shrug. The voice went on in its\n language that was quite intelligible, but alien-sounding with the", "responsibility, could rest and dream no more.... Those things went\n on, if men didn't change them. And a pine forest where he and young\n Knof could go camping, and lie on their backs at night and gaze at the", "these years he could still respond quickly and smoothly to a crisis.\n There was a moment's silence, and he heard the alarm start—three\n short buzzes and repeat, ringing through all the great length of the", "hardened against registering the gnawing of that same doubtful fear\n within him. He let his arm fall. \"I'd better get up to the bridge.", "ships\n will be long since dead. Nevertheless we go on. Our generation's dream,\n humanity's dream, lives in us and in the ship forever....\"", "He wondered if there would still be a quiet stream and a green\n shady place beside it where a death-weary man, relieved at last of", "Smiles splintered the ice of tension. Captain Llud said, \"Maybe you've\n got something there. They seem to be mad, all right. But we're not in", "and the hope of success in man's mightiest venture had dwindled, so the\n strength had gone out of him. Now the last fuel compartment was almost\n empty and Captain Knof Llud felt tired and old.", "\"If they had anything heavier,\" surmised the captain, \"they'd have\n unlimbered it by now. They're out to get us. But at this rate, they", "\"It makes no difference, of course; we cannot betray the plan....\n This may be man's last chance of escaping his pitiful limitation to" ], [ "Eyes lifted from the vision screens to interrogate Knof Llud; he met\n them with an impassive countenance, and announced quietly, \"We've\n sighted Earth.\"", "Llud sighed. He still couldn't say just why he had given the order to\n turn back. The stars had claimed his heart—but he was still a part of", "bridge looked\n questions at each other, as the thought of help from outside flashed\n into many minds at once. But Captain Llud said soberly, \"It must have", "\"Yes,\" said Llud with icy control. \"You haven't answered one question.\n Why do you want to kill us? You can see we're as human as you are.\"", "\"That,\" said the captain grimly, \"is what we have to find out. Why—on\n Earth. At least, I suspect the answer's there.\"", "\"Hopeless, unless we find planets!\"\nKnof Llud shook his head sorrowfully and took off the spool. That\n was from the time when he had grown philosophical after the first\n disappointments.", "Knof Llud's mind was clicking again. The voice—which must be coming\n from Earth, relayed by one of the midget ships—was not very smart; it", "and the hope of success in man's mightiest venture had dwindled, so the\n strength had gone out of him. Now the last fuel compartment was almost\n empty and Captain Knof Llud felt tired and old.", "last. The two other interstellar expeditions that went out have already\n returned and been destroyed, as you will soon be—the sooner, if you\n continue toward Earth.\"", "Llud nodded curt approval, remarking, \"Probably we'll be intercepted\n before we get that far.\"", "Captain Llud found Navigator Gwar Den looking as smug as the cat\n that ate the canary. Gwar Den was finding that the actual observed", "Quest\n III's\nponderous and unswerving progress toward Earth had somehow\n frightened it. So it was trying to frighten them.", "Llud hesitated, said, \"All right. Come along and keep out of the way.\"\n He headed for the bridge with strides that the boy could not match.", "\"If they're that small,\" said Knof Llud deliberately, \"they can't carry\n anything heavy enough to hurt us. Hold to course. I'll be right up.\"", "\"We'll have reached Earth before then,\" Gwar Den said hopefully.\n\n\n \"If they don't bring out the heavy artillery first.\"", "Smiles splintered the ice of tension. Captain Llud said, \"Maybe you've\n got something there. They seem to be mad, all right. But we're not in", "Llud selected a spool from among the earliest. It was one he had made\n shortly after leaving Procyon, end of the first leg of the trip. He\n slid it onto the reproducer.", "\"Why go back, then with the news of our failure? Why not forget about\n Earth and go on to Omega Centauri? What use is quixotic loyalty to a", "Llud shook his head slowly. \"Who knows? We don't know whether any\n of the other\nQuests", "one were no fatalist, there seemed no reason to stop decelerating or\n change course. There was nowhere else to go and too little fuel left\n if there had been; come what might, this was journey's end—perhaps" ], [ "\"That,\" said the captain grimly, \"is what we have to find out. Why—on\n Earth. At least, I suspect the answer's there.\"", "\"Ships,\" said Gwar Den helplessly. \"Five of them so far. No, there's a\n sixth now.\" Repeated blows quivered the", "\"We'll have reached Earth before then,\" Gwar Den said hopefully.\n\n\n \"If they don't bring out the heavy artillery first.\"", "Quest\n III's\nponderous and unswerving progress toward Earth had somehow\n frightened it. So it was trying to frighten them.", "one world in all the Universe. Certainly the building of this ship\n and its two sisters, the immense expenditure of time and labor and\n energy stores that went into them, left Earth's economy drained and", "Knof Llud's mind was clicking again. The voice—which must be coming\n from Earth, relayed by one of the midget ships—was not very smart; it", "Quest III's\nframework. The\n navigator said, obviously striving for calm, \"They're light craft, not\n fifty feet long, but they move fast. The detectors hardly had time to", "He studied the data so far gathered. A few blurred pictures had been\n got, which showed cylindrical space ships much like the\nQuest III\n,", "There was no answer. The ship drove on, its fuel trickling away under\n multiplied demands. Those outside were squandering vastly greater", "Eyes lifted from the vision screens to interrogate Knof Llud; he met\n them with an impassive countenance, and announced quietly, \"We've\n sighted Earth.\"", "last. The two other interstellar expeditions that went out have already\n returned and been destroyed, as you will soon be—the sooner, if you\n continue toward Earth.\"", "ships\n will be long since dead. Nevertheless we go on. Our generation's dream,\n humanity's dream, lives in us and in the ship forever....\"", "\"That was why the planners limited our voyage, and those of the other\nQuests\n, to less than a thousand years Earth time. Even now, according", "The captain was momentarily silent, groping for an adequate reply.\n Behind him somebody made a choked noise, the only sound in the stunned\n hush, and the ship jarred slightly as a thunderbolt slammed vengefully\n into its field.", ",\n except that they were rocket-propelled and of far lesser size. Their\n size was hard to ascertain, because you needed to know their distance", "\"Robot craft, no doubt,\" said Knof Llud, but a chill ran down his spine\n as it occurred to him that perhaps the attackers weren't of human", "and been traced home by some unhuman race that was greedy and able to\n conquer.\nIt became evident, too, that the bombardment was being kept up by a", "Quest III\nshuddered, again and again, under blows that must have had millions\n of horsepower behind them; but it plunged on toward Earth, its mighty", "inertialess drive, at its normal thrust of two hundred gravities,\n was intentionally operated at one half of one per cent efficiency to\n provide the illusion of Earthly gravitation.", "But that shell was tough. It was an extension of the gravitic drive\n field which transmitted the engines' power equally to every atom of" ], [ "The memory of that fierce impulse to go on still had power to shake\n him. A couple of lines of poetry came into his head, as he read them", "responsibility, could rest and dream no more.... Those things went\n on, if men didn't change them. And a pine forest where he and young\n Knof could go camping, and lie on their backs at night and gaze at the", "\"He fought off our interceptors, which are around you now, for some\n time,\" said the voice lightly. \"When he saw that it was hopeless, he", "The captain sighed wearily. \"Good work,\" he said. \"Keep it up; perhaps\n you can answer some of these riddles before—\"", "He wondered if there would still be a quiet stream and a green\n shady place beside it where a death-weary man, relieved at last of", "changes that nine hundred years had wrought. \"Perhaps, if you realize\n your position, you will follow the intelligent example of the\nQuest\n I's\ncommander.\"", "III\n, but he had an elusive look of deformity. Most obviously, his head\n seemed too big for his body, and his eyes in turn too big for his head.", "\"It is enough for you to know that you must die.\"", "\"It makes no difference, of course; we cannot betray the plan....\n This may be man's last chance of escaping his pitiful limitation to", "\"They're mad and we aren't, yet,\" said the boy. Then, seeing that he\n hadn't made himself clear, \"In a fight, if a guy gets mad he starts\n swinging wild and then you nail him.\"", "He frowned thoughtfully, choosing one more spool that was only four\n years old. The recorded voice sounded weary, yet alive with a strange\n longing....", "He snapped off the record; as he did so the speaker, still crackling\n with space static, said, \"It may interest you to know that you are the", "Perhaps, he thought, he was feeling the weight of his nine hundred\n Earth years—though physically he was only forty now, ten years older", "\"Sound the alarm. Emergency stations.\" He had said it automatically,\n then felt a curious detached relief at the knowledge that after all", "\"It is cheering to note that the crew seems only more resolute. We go\n on to Capella; its spectrum, so like our own Sun's, beckons. If success", "Presently Knof Llud switched off that younger voice of his and leaned\n back, an ironic smile touching his lips. That fervent idealism seemed", "ships\n will be long since dead. Nevertheless we go on. Our generation's dream,\n humanity's dream, lives in us and in the ship forever....\"", "He shoved those facts back for future use. Just now he had to know\n something, so vitally that he asked it as a bald question, \"\nAre you\n human?\n\"", "Smiles splintered the ice of tension. Captain Llud said, \"Maybe you've\n got something there. They seem to be mad, all right. But we're not in", "The people in the\nQuest III\nwould have felt nothing at all of\n the vicious onslaught being hurled against them, save that their" ], [ "bridge looked\n questions at each other, as the thought of help from outside flashed\n into many minds at once. But Captain Llud said soberly, \"It must have", "To a man, the ship's responsible officers were already on the bridge,\n most of them breathless. To a man they looked appeal at Captain Knof\n Llud.\n\n\n \"Well?\" he snapped. \"What are they doing?\"", "Smiles splintered the ice of tension. Captain Llud said, \"Maybe you've\n got something there. They seem to be mad, all right. But we're not in", "\"Yes,\" said Llud with icy control. \"You haven't answered one question.\n Why do you want to kill us? You can see we're as human as you are.\"", "Captain Llud found Navigator Gwar Den looking as smug as the cat\n that ate the canary. Gwar Den was finding that the actual observed", "The captain sighed wearily. \"Good work,\" he said. \"Keep it up; perhaps\n you can answer some of these riddles before—\"", "Llud hesitated, said, \"All right. Come along and keep out of the way.\"\n He headed for the bridge with strides that the boy could not match.", "and the hope of success in man's mightiest venture had dwindled, so the\n strength had gone out of him. Now the last fuel compartment was almost\n empty and Captain Knof Llud felt tired and old.", "of Llud's, nine hundred years ago.... He growled, \"What happened to\n him?\"", "Llud shook his head slowly. \"Who knows? We don't know whether any\n of the other\nQuests", "He reached the phone at the moment when another, heavier jolt shook\n the vessel. Llud snatched up the receiver with the speed of a scalded\n cat.", "Llud sighed. He still couldn't say just why he had given the order to\n turn back. The stars had claimed his heart—but he was still a part of", "Llud nodded curt approval, remarking, \"Probably we'll be intercepted\n before we get that far.\"", "\"If they're that small,\" said Knof Llud deliberately, \"they can't carry\n anything heavy enough to hurt us. Hold to course. I'll be right up.\"", "\"Captain?\" It was Gwar Den's voice, stammering a little. \"Captain,\n we're being attacked!\"", "Presently Knof Llud switched off that younger voice of his and leaned\n back, an ironic smile touching his lips. That fervent idealism seemed", "Knof Llud smiled wryly. The rest of the little speech he had been about\n to make didn't matter anyway, and it might have spoiled this moment.", "The ship's automatic mechanisms had scant need of tending; Knof Llud\n found himself wishing that he could find some back-breaking task for\n everyone on board, himself included, to fill up the hours that remained.", "Suddenly a faint cushioned jar went through the great ship; it seemed\n to falter one moment in flight.\nThe captain was on his feet instantly, but then his movements became", "\"Robot craft, no doubt,\" said Knof Llud, but a chill ran down his spine\n as it occurred to him that perhaps the attackers weren't of human" ] ]

[ "Why did the Lane family move to Wisconsin?", "Why doesn’t Jean want to join Peggy in New York?", "Why did Mrs. Lane give up her dream of singing?", "Why did Mr. & Mrs. Lane agree so quickly to Peggy’s bargain?", "How did Mr. Lane know May Berriman?", "What will Peggy mostly likely do tomorrow morning?" ]

[ [ "For Mr. Lane’s work", "To be near family and friends", "For Mrs. Lane’s singing career", "For Peggy’s school" ], [ "She’s not interested in acting as a career.", "She wants to be a singer.", "She will take care of Socks.", "She doesn’t want to leave her family." ], [ "She didn’t have time to study and practice.", "She didn’t believe she could be good at it and gave up.", "Her parents didn’t allow her to continue.", "She got married and had a child." ], [ "They didn’t want to argue about it anymore.", "They didn’t want her to pursue a different career.", "They understood that she was determined and realistic in her plans.", "They remembered that she wanted to move to New York since she was young." ], [ "She was his former teacher.", "She was an old friend of Mrs. Lane.", "She was his childhood friend.", "She was a friend from when he worked in New York." ], [ "Rehearse for her audition.", "Catch a plane to New York.", "Take Socks out for a ride.", "Pack her suitcase." ] ]

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[ [ "Mrs. Lane nodded. “Of course, dear. I know just\n how you feel about it,” she said. “I would have answered\n just the same way when I was your age, except", "Mrs. Lane smiled gently and placed her soft white\n hand on her daughter’s lean brown one. “Of course\n I understand, Margaret, and so does your father. We", "It was not any dissatisfaction with her life, her\n friends, or her home that made Peggy want to leave\n Rockport. She was not running away from anything,\n she reminded herself; she was running\nto\nsomething.", "“We were luckier than I would have thought possible,”\n Mrs. Lane put in. “It seems that May bought a", "As Peggy entered the room, her father put down\n the phone and turned to Mrs. Lane. “Well, Betty,”\n he said, “it’s all set.”", "“It seems to me, Tom, that Margaret has a pretty\n good idea of what she’s doing,” Mrs. Lane said. “She\n sounds sensible and practical. If she were all starry-eyed", "“Don’t get too excited, Peg,” Mr. Lane interrupted.\n “You’re not accepted anywhere yet, but May\n Berriman told me that the Academy is the best place", "“Oh, no,” her mother answered calmly. “We’re going\n to New York tomorrow on the first plane that we\n can get seats on. Your father doesn’t believe in wasting\n time, once his mind is made up.”", "Rockport, Wisconsin, was a fine place, as pretty a\n small town as any girl could ask to grow up in. And", "“One thing at a time,” her father said. “To begin\n with, we decided almost as soon as you left that we\n were going to let you go to New York to try a year’s", "Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t\n keep you in suspense long, dear. Why don’t you go", "out. Leaving the Wilson house, she walked slowly\n despite her eagerness, trying in all fairness to give her\n mother and father every minute she could. Reaching", "Mr. Lane, seeing Peggy’s hurt look, was quick to\n step in with reassurance. “We don’t think you’re going", "Peggy nodded silently and walked to the kitchen\n door, where she paused to say, “I’m just going out to\n the barn to see if Socks is all right for the night. Then\n maybe I’ll go down to Jean’s for a while.”", "After the kisses, the hugs, and the first excitement,\n Peggy and her parents adjourned to the kitchen, the\n favorite household conference room, for cookies and\n milk and more talk.", "see how they were coming along, Peggy continued\n down the driveway and turned left on the slate sidewalk\n past the front porch of her family’s old farmhouse", "Peggy stared at the faded linoleum on the floor for\n a few moments before answering. Then, looking first\n at her mother and then at her father, she replied", "Reluctantly, Peggy agreed, recognizing the sense\n of what her father said. She finished her milk and\n cookies, kissed her parents good night and went upstairs\n to bed.", "with you all the way, even with bad lines. That’s\n why you’re going to go to New York and be an actress.\n And that’s why I’m not.”", "“Whoa!” Mr. Lane said, catching Peggy’s arm to\n prevent her from rushing out of the kitchen. “Not" ], [ "After a moment’s thoughtful silence, Jean answered\n slowly, “No, Peg. I’ve thought this all out before,\n and I know it would be as wrong for me as it is", "“But, Jean—” Peggy began.\n\n13", "Peggy nodded silently and walked to the kitchen\n door, where she paused to say, “I’m just going out to\n the barn to see if Socks is all right for the night. Then\n maybe I’ll go down to Jean’s for a while.”", "“But, Jean,” Peggy protested, “you can handle\n comedy and character lines as well as anyone I\n know!”", "Peggy nodded silently, not trusting herself to\n speak for fear of saying something foolishly sentimental,\n or even of crying. Her friend’s earnestness about", "It was not any dissatisfaction with her life, her\n friends, or her home that made Peggy want to leave\n Rockport. She was not running away from anything,\n she reminded herself; she was running\nto\nsomething.", "9\nII\nDramatic Decision\nUpstairs at the Wilsons’, Peggy found Jean swathed", "“Peg, I don’t want to hold up your career. I don’t\n have any objections to your wanting to act. I think—judging", "“No buts!” Jean cut in. “We’ve talked about this\n enough before, and I’m not going to change my", "“Whoa!” Mr. Lane said, catching Peggy’s arm to\n prevent her from rushing out of the kitchen. “Not", "said to his daughter Peggy, who perched tensely on\n the edge of a kitchen stool. “We could hardly have\n helped knowing that you’ve wanted to be an actress", "with you all the way, even with bad lines. That’s\n why you’re going to go to New York and be an actress.\n And that’s why I’m not.”", "“Oh, no,” her mother answered calmly. “We’re going\n to New York tomorrow on the first plane that we\n can get seats on. Your father doesn’t believe in wasting\n time, once his mind is made up.”", "“Tomorrow?” Peggy repeated, almost unable to believe\n what she had heard. “What are we sitting here", "“I know,” Peggy answered. “We had a long talk\n about it this evening after dinner.” Then she told her\n friend about the conversation and her proposed “bargain”\n with her parents.", "Peggy’s father put down his coffee cup and leaned\n back in the kitchen chair until it tilted on two legs\n against the wall behind him. He took his time before\n answering. When he finally spoke, his voice was\n warm and slow.", "“One thing at a time,” her father said. “To begin\n with, we decided almost as soon as you left that we\n were going to let you go to New York to try a year’s", "A short, breathless pillow fight followed, leaving\n the girls limp with laughter and with Jean having to\n retie her towel turban. From her new position, flat on\n the floor, Peggy looked up at her friend with a rueful\n smile.", "“But not acting knowledge!” Peggy cried.", "Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t\n keep you in suspense long, dear. Why don’t you go" ], [ "Mrs. Lane nodded. “Of course, dear. I know just\n how you feel about it,” she said. “I would have answered\n just the same way when I was your age, except", "“It seems to me, Tom, that Margaret has a pretty\n good idea of what she’s doing,” Mrs. Lane said. “She\n sounds sensible and practical. If she were all starry-eyed", "that for me it was singing instead of acting. But—” and\n here her pleasant face betrayed a trace of\n sadness—“but I was never able to be a singer. I guess", "“We were luckier than I would have thought possible,”\n Mrs. Lane put in. “It seems that May bought a", "Mrs. Lane smiled gently and placed her soft white\n hand on her daughter’s lean brown one. “Of course\n I understand, Margaret, and so does your father. We", "Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t\n keep you in suspense long, dear. Why don’t you go", "she’s spent all her life in the theater. In fact, she was\n a very successful actress. Now she’s been retired for\n some years, but I thought she might give us some\n good advice.”", "“What you must realize, Margaret, is that you may\n not quite make the grade. We think you’re wonderful,\n but the theater is full of young girls whose parents", "As Peggy entered the room, her father put down\n the phone and turned to Mrs. Lane. “Well, Betty,”\n he said, “it’s all set.”", "“Don’t get too excited, Peg,” Mr. Lane interrupted.\n “You’re not accepted anywhere yet, but May\n Berriman told me that the Academy is the best place", "Mr. Lane, seeing Peggy’s hurt look, was quick to\n step in with reassurance. “We don’t think you’re going", "Seeing the image of herself hungry and tired, going\n from office to office looking for a part in a play,\n Peggy suddenly laughed aloud and brought herself", "with you all the way, even with bad lines. That’s\n why you’re going to go to New York and be an actress.\n And that’s why I’m not.”", "Peggy nodded silently, not trusting herself to\n speak for fear of saying something foolishly sentimental,\n or even of crying. Her friend’s earnestness about", "“Whoa!” Mr. Lane said, catching Peggy’s arm to\n prevent her from rushing out of the kitchen. “Not", "It was not any dissatisfaction with her life, her\n friends, or her home that made Peggy want to leave\n Rockport. She was not running away from anything,\n she reminded herself; she was running\nto\nsomething.", "“It sounds fair enough,” Tom Lane admitted, “but\n are you so confident that you’ll see results in one\n year? After all, some of our top stars worked many\n times that long before getting any recognition.”", "“Oh, Mother! It sounds wonderful!” Peggy exulted.\n “I’ll be with other girls my own age who are actresses,\n and living with an experienced actress! I’ll bet she\n can teach me loads!”", "“One thing at a time,” her father said. “To begin\n with, we decided almost as soon as you left that we\n were going to let you go to New York to try a year’s", "I wasn’t quite good enough or else I didn’t really\n want it hard enough—to go on with all the study and\n practice it needed.”" ], [ "As Peggy entered the room, her father put down\n the phone and turned to Mrs. Lane. “Well, Betty,”\n he said, “it’s all set.”", "Mr. Lane, seeing Peggy’s hurt look, was quick to\n step in with reassurance. “We don’t think you’re going", "Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t\n keep you in suspense long, dear. Why don’t you go", "“I know,” Peggy answered. “We had a long talk\n about it this evening after dinner.” Then she told her\n friend about the conversation and her proposed “bargain”\n with her parents.", "Mrs. Lane nodded. “Of course, dear. I know just\n how you feel about it,” she said. “I would have answered\n just the same way when I was your age, except", "Mrs. Lane smiled gently and placed her soft white\n hand on her daughter’s lean brown one. “Of course\n I understand, Margaret, and so does your father. We", "“Oh, Mother!” Peggy shouted, jumping down from\n the stool and throwing her arms about her mother’s\n neck. “I knew you’d understand! And you understand\n too, don’t you, Dad?” she appealed.", "“It seems to me, Tom, that Margaret has a pretty\n good idea of what she’s doing,” Mrs. Lane said. “She\n sounds sensible and practical. If she were all starry-eyed", "“We were luckier than I would have thought possible,”\n Mrs. Lane put in. “It seems that May bought a", "“Whoa!” Mr. Lane said, catching Peggy’s arm to\n prevent her from rushing out of the kitchen. “Not", "Peggy nodded silently, not trusting herself to\n speak for fear of saying something foolishly sentimental,\n or even of crying. Her friend’s earnestness about", "“They both seemed to think it was fair,” she concluded,\n “and when I went out, they were talking it\n over. They promised me an answer by bedtime, and", "“Don’t get too excited, Peg,” Mr. Lane interrupted.\n “You’re not accepted anywhere yet, but May\n Berriman told me that the Academy is the best place", "Peggy stared at the faded linoleum on the floor for\n a few moments before answering. Then, looking first\n at her mother and then at her father, she replied", "Peggy nodded silently and walked to the kitchen\n door, where she paused to say, “I’m just going out to\n the barn to see if Socks is all right for the night. Then\n maybe I’ll go down to Jean’s for a while.”", "Peggy swallowed hard before answering. When\n her voice came, it sounded strange, about two tones", "Reluctantly, Peggy agreed, recognizing the sense\n of what her father said. She finished her milk and\n cookies, kissed her parents good night and went upstairs\n to bed.", "said to his daughter Peggy, who perched tensely on\n the edge of a kitchen stool. “We could hardly have\n helped knowing that you’ve wanted to be an actress", "“What sort of bargain, Peg?” her father asked curiously.", "Peggy’s father put down his coffee cup and leaned\n back in the kitchen chair until it tilted on two legs\n against the wall behind him. He took his time before\n answering. When he finally spoke, his voice was\n warm and slow." ], [ "whole lot of other things. So I called New York to talk\n to an old friend of mine who I felt would be able to\n give us some help. Her name is May Berriman, and", "“We were luckier than I would have thought possible,”\n Mrs. Lane put in. “It seems that May bought a", "“Don’t get too excited, Peg,” Mr. Lane interrupted.\n “You’re not accepted anywhere yet, but May\n Berriman told me that the Academy is the best place", "Mrs. Lane nodded. “Of course, dear. I know just\n how you feel about it,” she said. “I would have answered\n just the same way when I was your age, except", "As Peggy entered the room, her father put down\n the phone and turned to Mrs. Lane. “Well, Betty,”\n he said, “it’s all set.”", "Mrs. Lane smiled gently and placed her soft white\n hand on her daughter’s lean brown one. “Of course\n I understand, Margaret, and so does your father. We", "“It seems to me, Tom, that Margaret has a pretty\n good idea of what she’s doing,” Mrs. Lane said. “She\n sounds sensible and practical. If she were all starry-eyed", "Mr. Lane, seeing Peggy’s hurt look, was quick to\n step in with reassurance. “We don’t think you’re going", "Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t\n keep you in suspense long, dear. Why don’t you go", "three of us. And, May—it’ll be good to see you again,\n after all these years! Good-by.”", "“Whoa!” Mr. Lane said, catching Peggy’s arm to\n prevent her from rushing out of the kitchen. “Not", "“I know,” Peggy answered. “We had a long talk\n about it this evening after dinner.” Then she told her\n friend about the conversation and her proposed “bargain”\n with her parents.", "“It sounds fair enough,” Tom Lane admitted, “but\n are you so confident that you’ll see results in one\n year? After all, some of our top stars worked many\n times that long before getting any recognition.”", "Peggy nodded silently, not trusting herself to\n speak for fear of saying something foolishly sentimental,\n or even of crying. Her friend’s earnestness about", "“They both seemed to think it was fair,” she concluded,\n “and when I went out, they were talking it\n over. They promised me an answer by bedtime, and", "PEGGY FINDS THE THEATER\nI\nDramatic Dialogue\n“Of course, this is no surprise to us,” Thomas Lane", "Crossing the porch, she caught sight of him\n through the window. He was speaking on the telephone,\n and now she caught his words.", "Peggy had lived all her life here, knew every tree-shaded\n street, every country road, field, lake, and", "“Oh, Mother!” Peggy shouted, jumping down from\n the stool and throwing her arms about her mother’s\n neck. “I knew you’d understand! And you understand\n too, don’t you, Dad?” she appealed.", "Peggy stared at the faded linoleum on the floor for\n a few moments before answering. Then, looking first\n at her mother and then at her father, she replied" ], [ "“Tomorrow?” Peggy repeated, almost unable to believe\n what she had heard. “What are we sitting here", "Peggy nodded silently and walked to the kitchen\n door, where she paused to say, “I’m just going out to\n the barn to see if Socks is all right for the night. Then\n maybe I’ll go down to Jean’s for a while.”", "Peggy swallowed hard before answering. When\n her voice came, it sounded strange, about two tones", "Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t\n keep you in suspense long, dear. Why don’t you go", "Peggy stared at the faded linoleum on the floor for\n a few moments before answering. Then, looking first\n at her mother and then at her father, she replied", "“I know,” Peggy answered. “We had a long talk\n about it this evening after dinner.” Then she told her\n friend about the conversation and her proposed “bargain”\n with her parents.", "Peggy nodded silently, not trusting herself to\n speak for fear of saying something foolishly sentimental,\n or even of crying. Her friend’s earnestness about", "said to his daughter Peggy, who perched tensely on\n the edge of a kitchen stool. “We could hardly have\n helped knowing that you’ve wanted to be an actress", "“And did she?” Peggy asked.", "“Oh, Mother!” Peggy shouted, jumping down from\n the stool and throwing her arms about her mother’s\n neck. “I knew you’d understand! And you understand\n too, don’t you, Dad?” she appealed.", "As Peggy mixed some oats and barley for her pet\n and checked to see that there was enough straw in\n the stall, she thought about her life in Rockport and\n the new life that she might soon be going to.\n\n7", "“What’s all set, Dad?” Peggy said, breaking into a\n run to her father’s side.\n\n15", "As Peggy entered the room, her father put down\n the phone and turned to Mrs. Lane. “Well, Betty,”\n he said, “it’s all set.”", "Seeing the image of herself hungry and tired, going\n from office to office looking for a part in a play,\n Peggy suddenly laughed aloud and brought herself", "Reluctantly, Peggy agreed, recognizing the sense\n of what her father said. She finished her milk and\n cookies, kissed her parents good night and went upstairs\n to bed.", "Peggy lay on her back, staring at the ceiling and\n the patterns of light and shade cast by the street\n lamp outside as it shone through the leaves of the big", "Feeling much better, Peggy shut the screen door behind\n her and started for the barn.", "“How do you know they haven’t decided anything\n yet?” Peggy said, in a puzzled tone.", "After a moment’s thoughtful silence, Jean answered\n slowly, “No, Peg. I’ve thought this all out before,\n and I know it would be as wrong for me as it is", "“You just washed it yesterday!” Peggy said. “Are\n you doing it again—or still?”" ] ]

[ "Why did Jimmy Tremaine visit his hometown?", "What kind of area is Elsby?", "What is the significance of May 19th, 1901?", "Who was in the black sedan that rushed off past Tremaine a block from the hotel?", "Who is Soup Gaskin?", "Why is Tremaine considered the best person to conduct this investigation?" ]

[ [ "To catch a criminal.", "To have a tour and visit the sites.", "To locate a device.", "To visit family and old friends." ], [ "Rural and old-fashioned", "Urban and busy", "Flashy and rich", "Run-down and dirty" ], [ "There was a thunderstorm in the area.", "Bram bought a damaged farm from Mr. Spivey.", "Bram’s house burned down.", "The Pan-American Exposition was in Buffalo." ], [ "Jess", "Mr. Bram", "The men who stole the transmitter", "Grammond’s men" ], [ "Local librarian", "Local politician", "Local police officer", "Local troublemaker" ], [ "He knows the people and the area.", "He has special training.", "He has extra time.", "He has money to pay people bribes." ] ]

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[ [ "The policeman got to his feet. \"Jimmy,\" he said, \"Jimmy Tremaine.\" He\n came to the counter and put out his hand. \"How are you, Jimmy? What\n brings you back to the boondocks?\"", "As Tremaine walked slowly toward the lighted main street of Elsby a car\n pulled to a stop beside him. Jess leaned out, peered at Tremaine and\n asked:\n\n\n \"Any luck, Jimmy?\"", "\"Let's go somewhere and sit down, Jess.\"\n\n\n In a back room Tremaine said, \"To everybody but you this is just a\n visit to the old home town. Between us, there's more.\"", "\"Still just the same, Jimmy. Comes in town maybe once a week, buys his\n groceries and hikes back out to his place by the river.\"\n\n\n \"Well, what about him?\"", "\"Don't I know you, mister?\" he said. His soft voice carried a note of\n authority.\n\n\n Tremaine took off his hat. \"Sure you do, Jess. It's been a while,\n though.\"", "Outside, the sky was sallow in the west: lights were coming on in\n windows along the side streets. Tremaine turned up his collar against a\n cold wind that had risen, started along the street toward the hotel.", "Tremaine got to his feet. \"I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your ears\n and eyes open for anything that might build into a lead on this, Jess.\n Meantime, I'm just a tourist, seeing the sights.\"", "Back in the street, Tremaine headed south toward the Elsby Town\n Hall, a squat structure of brownish-red brick, crouched under yellow", "The clerk looked sideways at Tremaine. \"Lots of funny stories about\n old Bram. Useta say his place was haunted. You know; funny noises and\n lights. And they used to say there was money buried out at his place.\"", "Tremaine went to the car, dropped the pistol in his coat pocket,\n rejoined Jess inside the house. It was silent, deserted. In the kitchen", "\"Come in.\" She led the way to a pleasant parlor set out with the\n furnishings of another era. She motioned Tremaine to a seat and took a\n straight chair across the room from him.", "\"Why Bram?\" Tremaine persisted. \"As far as I know, he never had any\n dealings to speak of with anybody here in town.\"", "\"This place is empty,\" he said. \"Anybody'd think he'd been gone a week.\"\n\n\n \"Not a very cozy—\" Tremaine broke off. A thin yelp sounded in the\n distance.", "The boy darted another look at Tremaine. \"They said they figured the\n spies was out north of town. Well, Bram's a foreigner, and he's out\n that way, ain't he?\"", "\"Hull, this is Mr. Tremaine,\" said Jess. He took out a heavy key, swung\n the cell door open. \"He wants to talk to you.\"", "In his room at the Elsby Commercial Hotel, Tremaine opened his luggage\n and took out a small tool kit, used a screwdriver to remove the bottom", "\"I remember Soup,\" Tremaine said. \"He and his bunch used to come in\n the drug store where I worked and perch on the stools and kid around", "\"I....\" Tremaine started. He looked at the old lady. \"I want some\n information. This is an important matter. May I rely on your\n discretion?\"\n\n\n \"Of course.\"", "open the door to his car, slid into the seat, made a U-turn, and headed\n north after the police car.\nTwo miles into the dark hills north of the Elsby city limits, Tremaine", "A wail sounded, a thin forlorn cry, trailing off into silence. Jess\n stared at Tremaine. \"I'm too damned old to start believing in spooks,\"" ], [ "\"How long's he lived here in Elsby?\"", "Back in the street, Tremaine headed south toward the Elsby Town\n Hall, a squat structure of brownish-red brick, crouched under yellow", "Elsby. Mr. Bram will occupy the home and will continue to graze a\n few head of stock. Mr. Bram, who is a newcomer to the county, has", "\"You were wise to leave Elsby. There is no future here for a young man.\"", "\"How long has Mr. Bram lived in Elsby?\"\nMiss Carroll looked at him for a long moment. \"Will what I tell you be\n used against him?\"", "been a resident of Mrs. Stoate's Guest Home in Elsby for the past\n months.", "\"Okay, can you read me all right? I'm set up in Elsby. Grammond's boys", "Tremaine left the hotel, walked two blocks west along Commerce Street\n and turned in at a yellow brick building with the words ELSBY", "As Tremaine walked slowly toward the lighted main street of Elsby a car\n pulled to a stop beside him. Jess leaned out, peered at Tremaine and\n asked:\n\n\n \"Any luck, Jimmy?\"", "shay. And the next day, she was home again—alone. That finished off\n her reputation, as far as the biddies in Elsby was concerned. It was", "In his room at the Elsby Commercial Hotel, Tremaine opened his luggage\n and took out a small tool kit, used a screwdriver to remove the bottom", "\"It's nothing we can go to court with, Grammond. And the job you were\n doing might have been influenced if I'd told you about the Elsby angle.\"", "open the door to his car, slid into the seat, made a U-turn, and headed\n north after the police car.\nTwo miles into the dark hills north of the Elsby city limits, Tremaine", "Untrimmed sumacs threw late-afternoon shadows on the discolored stucco\n facade of the Elsby Public Library. Inside, Tremaine followed a", "The heavy voice of the State Police chief crackled. \"What's your beef,\n Tremaine?\"\n\n\n \"I thought you were going to keep your men away from Elsby until I gave\n the word, Grammond.\"", "A Severe Thunderstorm. Citizens of Elsby and the country were much\n alarmed by a violent cloudburst, accompanied by lightning and", "\"This place is empty,\" he said. \"Anybody'd think he'd been gone a week.\"\n\n\n \"Not a very cozy—\" Tremaine broke off. A thin yelp sounded in the\n distance.", "\"May 19. Acreage sold, One Dollar and other G&V consid. NW Quarter\n Section 24, Township Elsby. Bram. (see Vol. 9 & cet.)\"", "\"Soup's been in the pen since then. His boy Hull's the same kind. Him\n and a bunch of his pals went out to Bram's place one night and set it\n on fire.\"", "\"They parked out east of town, on 302, back of the woodlot. They called\n me over and asked me a bunch of questions. Said I could help 'em get" ], [ "\"Nineteen-oh-one; the week of May nineteenth.\"", "The man was looking at the book with pursed lips. \"Nineteen-oh-one,\"\n he said. \"I never thought of it before, but you know, old Bram must be", "\"That's the ledger for 1901; means Bram bought a quarter section on the\n nineteenth of May. You want me to look up the deed?\"", "her desk. An hour later, in the issue for July 7, 1900, an item caught\n his eye:", "It was ten minutes before he beckoned Tremaine over to the table where\n a two-foot-square book lay open. An untrimmed fingernail indicated a\n line written in faded ink:", "\"You'll find back to nineteen-forty here,\" the librarian said. \"The\n older are there in the shelves.\"\n\n\n \"I want nineteen-oh-one, if they go back that far.\"", "frowning. \"This would ha' been about nineteen-oh-one. I was no more'n\n eight years old. Miss Linda was maybe in her twenties—and that made", "\"I....\" Tremaine started. He looked at the old lady. \"I want some\n information. This is an important matter. May I rely on your\n discretion?\"\n\n\n \"Of course.\"", "\"Many years ago I was courted by Bram. One day he asked me to go with\n him to his house. On the way he told me a terrible and pathetic tale.", "ten years 'fore she even landed the teaching job. By that time, she was\n already old. And nobody was ever fool enough to mention the name Bram\n in front of her.\"", "in a secret way ... and he would come. I told him that until he would\n consent to see a doctor, I did not wish him to call. He drove me home.\n He never called again.\"", "door. There was a black patch of charred flooring under the window, and\n the paint on the wall above it was bubbled. Somewhere a cricket set up", "A tear rolled down Miss Carroll's faded cheek. She wiped it away\n impatiently.\n\n\n \"I'm an unfulfilled old maid, James,\" she said. \"You must forgive me.\"", "\"I'll remember.\" The woman stood by as Tremaine looked over the front\n page. The lead article concerned the opening of the Pan-American", "\"I often wondered why you didn't leave, Miss Carroll. I thought, even\n as a boy, that you were a woman of great ability.\"\n\n\n \"Why did you come today, James?\" asked Miss Carroll.", "\"There is one other thing,\" she said, \"perhaps quite meaningless....\"\n\n\n \"I'd be grateful for any lead.\"\n\n\n \"Bram fears the thunder.\"\nIII", "\"I'll be extremely careful.\" The woman sniffed, opened a drawer, leafed\n through it, muttering.\n\n\n \"What date was it you wanted?\"", "twisted her fingers together, her eyes fixed on the long past. \"When\n we reached the house, he ran to the kitchen. He lit a lamp and threw", "\"Come in.\" She led the way to a pleasant parlor set out with the\n furnishings of another era. She motioned Tremaine to a seat and took a\n straight chair across the room from him.", "Outside, the sky was sallow in the west: lights were coming on in\n windows along the side streets. Tremaine turned up his collar against a\n cold wind that had risen, started along the street toward the hotel." ], [ "A block away a black late-model sedan rounded a corner with a faint\n squeal of tires and gunned past him, a heavy antenna mounted forward", "\"Damn!\" he said aloud. An elderly man veered, eyeing him sharply.\n Tremaine set off at a run, covered the two blocks to the hotel, yanked", "Outside, the sky was sallow in the west: lights were coming on in\n windows along the side streets. Tremaine turned up his collar against a\n cold wind that had risen, started along the street toward the hotel.", "Tremaine left the hotel, walked two blocks west along Commerce Street\n and turned in at a yellow brick building with the words ELSBY", "open the door to his car, slid into the seat, made a U-turn, and headed\n north after the police car.\nTwo miles into the dark hills north of the Elsby city limits, Tremaine", "In his room at the Elsby Commercial Hotel, Tremaine opened his luggage\n and took out a small tool kit, used a screwdriver to remove the bottom", "As Tremaine walked slowly toward the lighted main street of Elsby a car\n pulled to a stop beside him. Jess leaned out, peered at Tremaine and\n asked:\n\n\n \"Any luck, Jimmy?\"", "of the left rear tail fin whipping in the slipstream. Tremaine stopped\n short, stared after the car.", "autumn trees at the end of Sheridan Street. Tremaine went up the\n steps and past heavy double doors. Ten yards along the dim corridor,\n a hand-lettered cardboard sign over a black-varnished door said", "Tremaine went to the car, dropped the pistol in his coat pocket,\n rejoined Jess inside the house. It was silent, deserted. In the kitchen", "Tremaine got to his feet. \"I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your ears\n and eyes open for anything that might build into a lead on this, Jess.\n Meantime, I'm just a tourist, seeing the sights.\"", "\"Come in.\" She led the way to a pleasant parlor set out with the\n furnishings of another era. She motioned Tremaine to a seat and took a\n straight chair across the room from him.", "\"Let's go somewhere and sit down, Jess.\"\n\n\n In a back room Tremaine said, \"To everybody but you this is just a\n visit to the old home town. Between us, there's more.\"", "A thin man with garters above the elbow looked over his shoulder at\n Tremaine.\n\n\n \"We're closed,\" he said.", "\"I've got an oversized suitcase,\" Tremaine said. \"I'll be setting it up\n in my room over at the hotel.\"\n\n\n \"When's this bootleg station supposed to broadcast again?\"", "Untrimmed sumacs threw late-afternoon shadows on the discolored stucco\n facade of the Elsby Public Library. Inside, Tremaine followed a", "rounded a curve. The police car was parked on the shoulder beside the\n highway just ahead. He pulled off the road ahead of it and walked back.\n The door opened. A tall figure stepped out.", "It was ten minutes before he beckoned Tremaine over to the table where\n a two-foot-square book lay open. An untrimmed fingernail indicated a\n line written in faded ink:", "\"This place is empty,\" he said. \"Anybody'd think he'd been gone a week.\"\n\n\n \"Not a very cozy—\" Tremaine broke off. A thin yelp sounded in the\n distance.", "The boy darted another look at Tremaine. \"They said they figured the\n spies was out north of town. Well, Bram's a foreigner, and he's out\n that way, ain't he?\"" ], [ "\"You remember Soup Gaskin? He's got a boy, name of Hull. He's Soup all\n over again.\"", "always did know who busted Soup Gaskin's nose and took out his front\n teeth.\"\nII", "\"I remember Soup,\" Tremaine said. \"He and his bunch used to come in\n the drug store where I worked and perch on the stools and kid around", "\"Soup's been in the pen since then. His boy Hull's the same kind. Him\n and a bunch of his pals went out to Bram's place one night and set it\n on fire.\"", "\"I think.\" Tremaine said, \"that we'd better go ask Hull Gaskin a few\n questions.\"", "\"Don't I know you, mister?\" he said. His soft voice carried a note of\n authority.\n\n\n Tremaine took off his hat. \"Sure you do, Jess. It's been a while,\n though.\"", "\"Nothing. But he's the town's mystery man. You know that. A little\n touched in the head.\"", "\"Still just the same, Jimmy. Comes in town maybe once a week, buys his\n groceries and hikes back out to his place by the river.\"\n\n\n \"Well, what about him?\"", "The policeman got to his feet. \"Jimmy,\" he said, \"Jimmy Tremaine.\" He\n came to the counter and put out his hand. \"How are you, Jimmy? What\n brings you back to the boondocks?\"", "It was ten minutes before he beckoned Tremaine over to the table where\n a two-foot-square book lay open. An untrimmed fingernail indicated a\n line written in faded ink:", "A thin man with garters above the elbow looked over his shoulder at\n Tremaine.\n\n\n \"We're closed,\" he said.", "ordinary American. But up close, you feel it. He's foreign, all right.\n But we never did know where he came from.\"", "has blue eyes and blond hair—or did before it turned white—and he\n talks just like everybody else. From a distance he seems just like an", "\"He's a foreigner, ain't he?\" the youth shot back. \"Besides, we\n heard....\"\n\n\n \"What did you hear?\"", "\"There were a lot of funny stories about him, I remember,\" Tremaine\n said. \"I always liked him. One time he tried to teach me something", "\"Hold it, Jimmy. You're over my head.\" Jess got to his feet. \"Let me\n know if you want anything. And by the way—\" he winked broadly—\"I", "twisted her fingers together, her eyes fixed on the long past. \"When\n we reached the house, he ran to the kitchen. He lit a lamp and threw", "\"Are you boys in touch with Grammond on the car set?\"\n\n\n \"We could be.\"\n\n\n \"Mind if I have a word with him? My name's Tremaine.\"", "\"I....\" Tremaine started. He looked at the old lady. \"I want some\n information. This is an important matter. May I rely on your\n discretion?\"\n\n\n \"Of course.\"", "\"Maybe so.\" The clerk leaned on the counter, assumed a knowing look.\n \"There's one story that's not superstition....\"\n\n\n Tremaine waited." ], [ "\"I....\" Tremaine started. He looked at the old lady. \"I want some\n information. This is an important matter. May I rely on your\n discretion?\"\n\n\n \"Of course.\"", "\"Don't tell me my job, Tremaine!\" the voice snapped. \"And don't try out\n your famous temper on me. I'm still in charge of this investigation.\"", "Tremaine got to his feet. \"I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your ears\n and eyes open for anything that might build into a lead on this, Jess.\n Meantime, I'm just a tourist, seeing the sights.\"", "\"I think.\" Tremaine said, \"that we'd better go ask Hull Gaskin a few\n questions.\"", "\"Don't I know you, mister?\" he said. His soft voice carried a note of\n authority.\n\n\n Tremaine took off his hat. \"Sure you do, Jess. It's been a while,\n though.\"", "\"Why Bram?\" Tremaine persisted. \"As far as I know, he never had any\n dealings to speak of with anybody here in town.\"", "The woman darted a suspicious look at Tremaine. \"You have to handle\n these old papers carefully.\"", "Grammond snorted. \"Okay, Tremaine,\" he said. \"You're the boy with all", "The policeman got to his feet. \"Jimmy,\" he said, \"Jimmy Tremaine.\" He\n came to the counter and put out his hand. \"How are you, Jimmy? What\n brings you back to the boondocks?\"", "The clerk looked sideways at Tremaine. \"Lots of funny stories about\n old Bram. Useta say his place was haunted. You know; funny noises and\n lights. And they used to say there was money buried out at his place.\"", "\"I felt a technical man might succeed where a trained investigator\n could be misled. And since it seems to be pinpointed in your home\n area—\"", "\"Hull, this is Mr. Tremaine,\" said Jess. He took out a heavy key, swung\n the cell door open. \"He wants to talk to you.\"", "\"I always liked Mr. Bram,\" said Tremaine. \"I'm not out to hurt him.\"\n\n\n \"Mr. Bram came here when I was a young woman. I'm not certain of the\n year.\"", "\"You—uh—paying anything for information?\"\n\n\n \"Now why would I do that?\" Tremaine reached for the door knob.", "\"Come in.\" She led the way to a pleasant parlor set out with the\n furnishings of another era. She motioned Tremaine to a seat and took a\n straight chair across the room from him.", "the answers. But if you get in trouble, don't call me; call Washington.\"\nBack in his room, Tremaine put through a call.", "\"Are you boys in touch with Grammond on the car set?\"\n\n\n \"We could be.\"\n\n\n \"Mind if I have a word with him? My name's Tremaine.\"", "\"Let's go somewhere and sit down, Jess.\"\n\n\n In a back room Tremaine said, \"To everybody but you this is just a\n visit to the old home town. Between us, there's more.\"", "\"Bram's a Commie, is he?\" Tremaine said softly. \"How'd you find that\n out, Hull?\"", "As Tremaine walked slowly toward the lighted main street of Elsby a car\n pulled to a stop beside him. Jess leaned out, peered at Tremaine and\n asked:\n\n\n \"Any luck, Jimmy?\"" ] ]

[ "Why was Charles in the actress's apartment?", "What did Charles decide to do when he realized he was alone?", "Why did Charles think he was the last person alive?", "What was the only thing that mattered to Charles near the end?", "What did Charles probably realize at the end?", "Why did the beings come to Earth?", "What did the beings use to ensure they killed every human?" ]

[ [ "She wanted to be with someone one last time.", "They were working on curing the plague.", "He thought he could find answers there.", "They had been living together." ], [ "Live his best life as long as possible", "Give up and wait for death", "Create a shrine to mark the end of humanity", "Enjoy the things he never had before" ], [ "His sickness was taking longer", "He had some sort of immunity", "He was the reason for the plague", "He was meant for greater things" ], [ "Leaving one last note", "Making it to his cave", "Fighting the disease", "Getting a final meal" ], [ "He could have stopped the plague", "There were more people alive that he hadn't found", "There was an alien on the Empire State Building", "He was the last person because of his last name" ], [ "it was the next planet for them to destroy", "they wanted all of Earth's resources", "they wanted to take over Earth", "they were curious about Earth's creatures" ], [ "Charles's brain-waves", "The Bureau's Index", "A machine they brought from their home planet", "Spies throughout the world" ] ]

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[ [ "It had been very pleasant that afternoon. She had given of herself\n freely, warmly, and Charles had accepted. But then he had known", "A thought teased at him. Charles looked at the woman again and decided\n that she still looked beautiful in spite of the harshness of the", "Charles smiled wanly and got up. He stood by the bed looking at her.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nCharles turned over on his side to look at her. She lay quietly in the", "all, there were at least twenty of us just a couple of days ago.\" And\n one of them, a beautiful woman, had invited him up to her apartment,\n not because she liked him, but because....", "gently on the forehead. As he straightened up, his leg caught against\n her arm, pushing it slightly. The woman's arm slipped from its position\n and dangled from the edge of the bed like a crazy pendulum. Charles", "Charles got up slowly, noticing for the first time that his fingers\n were badly cut. He wrapped a handkerchief around them and forgot them.", "And now he was lying in the bed next to hers in her swank Manhattan\n apartment in the most exclusive hotel in town. The unrealness of the", "\"I've got to find out,\" Charles told himself. He meant it, of course,\n but in a sense he was afraid—afraid that his trip to the Bureau might", "A gust of wind from the outside breezed through the shattered opening,\n attacking his olfactory patch with the retching smell of decaying\n flesh. Charles ignored it. Even smells had lost their customary\n meanings.", "\"No,\" Charles said, standing up in the quiet of the spring evening.\n \"No, chance won't do it. No man can reckon with chance. The mind\n rejects such things. There must be something beyond mere accident.\n There must be!\"", "Reaching the gigantic building, Charles pushed aside the body of a\n young man and walked into the main foyer. Passing behind once-guarded", "The lobby was littered with debris, human and otherwise. Charles\n ignored it. The street that led towards the Bureau of Vital Statistics", "Charles activated the switches that would flash a schematic map of New\n York on the screen. \"There's bound to be somebody else left here. After", "Charles refused to think. Machines, especially half-broken machines, do\n not think; they only work. Sweating, straining, bleeding, retching, he", "Charles was hungry. He got up and started for one of the restaurants\n near the park. Later on, when there was more time, he'd find a piece", "that she would. It was not him, it was the circumstances. Under the\n circumstances, she would have given herself to any man—", "Charles stopped talking and forced his eyes upwards. Peripheral vision\n caught first the vague outlines of the lower part of the map. His eyes", "of his mind, and he didn't like the expression on its face. Better to\n forget.\nCharles reached the broad boulevard. There was a large cafe just across", "Somehow, though, since things were ready and it didn't make too much\n difference, it seemed to Charles that he'd probably have a long time" ], [ "One.\n\n\n Alone.\n\n\n Alone!\n\n\n Charles screamed.\n\n\n The bottom dropped out from under him!\nWhy?", "Charles got up slowly, noticing for the first time that his fingers\n were badly cut. He wrapped a handkerchief around them and forgot them.", "Charles stopped walking suddenly. No cave, he thought. No place to\n sleep out the long one, no place to rest while time came to change\n things around and make them for the better. No place to hide.", "Charles was by himself, the last person alive in all of New York City.\n\n\n He began to tremble violently. The silence of the room began to press\n quickly in on him. His frantic fingers searched for the computer\n controls.", "\"No,\" Charles said, standing up in the quiet of the spring evening.\n \"No, chance won't do it. No man can reckon with chance. The mind\n rejects such things. There must be something beyond mere accident.\n There must be!\"", "He smiled. Strange, but now he wanted very much to go on living,\n alone or not. There were things he could do, ways to keep occupied.", "A gust of wind from the outside breezed through the shattered opening,\n attacking his olfactory patch with the retching smell of decaying\n flesh. Charles ignored it. Even smells had lost their customary\n meanings.", "Charles struggled to end his body's disorganized responses, to\n channelize all his energy into one direction. His mind came back into", "\"I've got to find out,\" Charles told himself. He meant it, of course,\n but in a sense he was afraid—afraid that his trip to the Bureau might", "Charles refused to think. Machines, especially half-broken machines, do\n not think; they only work. Sweating, straining, bleeding, retching, he", "Charles smiled wanly and got up. He stood by the bed looking at her.", "Somehow, though, since things were ready and it didn't make too much\n difference, it seemed to Charles that he'd probably have a long time", "Charles stopped talking and forced his eyes upwards. Peripheral vision\n caught first the vague outlines of the lower part of the map. His eyes", "A thought teased at him. Charles looked at the woman again and decided\n that she still looked beautiful in spite of the harshness of the", "But thinking about \"why\" didn't answer the question itself, Charles\n thought. He looked around him. He was sitting on a bench in Central\n Park, alone except for a few stray corpses. But the park was fairly\n free of bodies.", "Lies—His mind snapped back to reality. He half smiled. Saint? Christ?\n The Second Coming?\n\n\n He was no saint.\n\n\n Charles sighed.", "Charles walked to the master control panel. With newly acquired\n dexterity he switched the computer screens on and watched them glow", "\"So different now,\" he thought, surveying the room. \"Now it's empty, so\n empty.\" The machine seemed to reflect the stillness, the very deadness\n of the world. The silence became unbearable.", "of his mind, and he didn't like the expression on its face. Better to\n forget.\nCharles reached the broad boulevard. There was a large cafe just across", "He concentrated on the grave; he forced his body to become an unwilling\n machine. While he could, he walked, forcing himself on. When his legs" ], [ "Charles was by himself, the last person alive in all of New York City.\n\n\n He began to tremble violently. The silence of the room began to press\n quickly in on him. His frantic fingers searched for the computer\n controls.", "One.\n\n\n Alone.\n\n\n Alone!\n\n\n Charles screamed.\n\n\n The bottom dropped out from under him!\nWhy?", "But thinking about \"why\" didn't answer the question itself, Charles\n thought. He looked around him. He was sitting on a bench in Central\n Park, alone except for a few stray corpses. But the park was fairly\n free of bodies.", "A gust of wind from the outside breezed through the shattered opening,\n attacking his olfactory patch with the retching smell of decaying\n flesh. Charles ignored it. Even smells had lost their customary\n meanings.", "\"But I don't want to be the last man alive!\" he shouted. \"I don't know\n what to do! I don't know where to go, how to act! I just don't know—\"", "Charles refused to think. Machines, especially half-broken machines, do\n not think; they only work. Sweating, straining, bleeding, retching, he", "To any man, WHO HAPPENED TO BE THE LAST MAN ON EARTH!\n\n\n Charles picked up a heavy book end off the table and crashed it through\n the thick pane of window glass.", "Charles stopped walking suddenly. No cave, he thought. No place to\n sleep out the long one, no place to rest while time came to change\n things around and make them for the better. No place to hide.", "\"No,\" Charles said, standing up in the quiet of the spring evening.\n \"No, chance won't do it. No man can reckon with chance. The mind\n rejects such things. There must be something beyond mere accident.\n There must be!\"", "\"So different now,\" he thought, surveying the room. \"Now it's empty, so\n empty.\" The machine seemed to reflect the stillness, the very deadness\n of the world. The silence became unbearable.", "Why. His mind kept returning to the question. Of all the people on\n earth, me. The last. Why me?", "THE LAST MAN ON EARTH—\n\n CHARLES J. ZZYZST\n\n GO TO HELL!", "Charles got up slowly, noticing for the first time that his fingers\n were badly cut. He wrapped a handkerchief around them and forgot them.", "THE LAST MAN ON EARTH\n\n\n Yes. That was it. Simple. Let whoever came afterwards figure out the\n rest. Let them decide. He smiled and finished the painting.", "\"You've got about ten minutes warning,\" he said to himself. \"I guess\n that most people wanted to die inside of something—inside of anything.\n Not out in the unprotected open.\"", "Charles activated the switches that would flash a schematic map of New\n York on the screen. \"There's bound to be somebody else left here. After", "\"I've got to find out,\" Charles told himself. He meant it, of course,\n but in a sense he was afraid—afraid that his trip to the Bureau might", "Somehow, though, since things were ready and it didn't make too much\n difference, it seemed to Charles that he'd probably have a long time", "England!\n\n\n There was a light in England! Someone else still lived! The counter\n clicked forward.\n\n\n Two!\n\n\n His trembling stopped. He breathed again.", "\"I could have fallen in love with you once. A year ago, perhaps, or\n longer. But not now. Not now.\" He turned away and walked to the window.\n \"Now the world is dead. The whole world is dead.\"" ], [ "Charles got up slowly, noticing for the first time that his fingers\n were badly cut. He wrapped a handkerchief around them and forgot them.", "Charles refused to think. Machines, especially half-broken machines, do\n not think; they only work. Sweating, straining, bleeding, retching, he", "\"No,\" Charles said, standing up in the quiet of the spring evening.\n \"No, chance won't do it. No man can reckon with chance. The mind\n rejects such things. There must be something beyond mere accident.\n There must be!\"", "A gust of wind from the outside breezed through the shattered opening,\n attacking his olfactory patch with the retching smell of decaying\n flesh. Charles ignored it. Even smells had lost their customary\n meanings.", "A thought teased at him. Charles looked at the woman again and decided\n that she still looked beautiful in spite of the harshness of the", "Charles struggled to end his body's disorganized responses, to\n channelize all his energy into one direction. His mind came back into", "It had been very pleasant that afternoon. She had given of herself\n freely, warmly, and Charles had accepted. But then he had known", "One.\n\n\n Alone.\n\n\n Alone!\n\n\n Charles screamed.\n\n\n The bottom dropped out from under him!\nWhy?", "\"I've got to find out,\" Charles told himself. He meant it, of course,\n but in a sense he was afraid—afraid that his trip to the Bureau might", "Somehow, though, since things were ready and it didn't make too much\n difference, it seemed to Charles that he'd probably have a long time", "Charles was by himself, the last person alive in all of New York City.\n\n\n He began to tremble violently. The silence of the room began to press\n quickly in on him. His frantic fingers searched for the computer\n controls.", "Charles stopped walking suddenly. No cave, he thought. No place to\n sleep out the long one, no place to rest while time came to change\n things around and make them for the better. No place to hide.", "action. He set up his goal; everything else seemed irrelevant: he had\n to get back to the park, to his hermit's cave, to his long, narrow\n home. He couldn't die until then.", "Charles smiled wanly and got up. He stood by the bed looking at her.", "Lies—His mind snapped back to reality. He half smiled. Saint? Christ?\n The Second Coming?\n\n\n He was no saint.\n\n\n Charles sighed.", "Charles stopped talking and forced his eyes upwards. Peripheral vision\n caught first the vague outlines of the lower part of the map. His eyes", "sapped the last bit of his energy, corroding his nerves and dying\n muscles. Now he knew, and the knowing was the end of it.", "But thinking about \"why\" didn't answer the question itself, Charles\n thought. He looked around him. He was sitting on a bench in Central\n Park, alone except for a few stray corpses. But the park was fairly\n free of bodies.", "He smiled. Strange, but now he wanted very much to go on living,\n alone or not. There were things he could do, ways to keep occupied.", "To any man, WHO HAPPENED TO BE THE LAST MAN ON EARTH!\n\n\n Charles picked up a heavy book end off the table and crashed it through\n the thick pane of window glass." ], [ "Charles got up slowly, noticing for the first time that his fingers\n were badly cut. He wrapped a handkerchief around them and forgot them.", "\"No,\" Charles said, standing up in the quiet of the spring evening.\n \"No, chance won't do it. No man can reckon with chance. The mind\n rejects such things. There must be something beyond mere accident.\n There must be!\"", "A thought teased at him. Charles looked at the woman again and decided\n that she still looked beautiful in spite of the harshness of the", "Somehow, though, since things were ready and it didn't make too much\n difference, it seemed to Charles that he'd probably have a long time", "\"I've got to find out,\" Charles told himself. He meant it, of course,\n but in a sense he was afraid—afraid that his trip to the Bureau might", "Charles refused to think. Machines, especially half-broken machines, do\n not think; they only work. Sweating, straining, bleeding, retching, he", "It had been very pleasant that afternoon. She had given of herself\n freely, warmly, and Charles had accepted. But then he had known", "A gust of wind from the outside breezed through the shattered opening,\n attacking his olfactory patch with the retching smell of decaying\n flesh. Charles ignored it. Even smells had lost their customary\n meanings.", "Lies—His mind snapped back to reality. He half smiled. Saint? Christ?\n The Second Coming?\n\n\n He was no saint.\n\n\n Charles sighed.", "Charles struggled to end his body's disorganized responses, to\n channelize all his energy into one direction. His mind came back into", "Charles stopped talking and forced his eyes upwards. Peripheral vision\n caught first the vague outlines of the lower part of the map. His eyes", "Charles stopped walking suddenly. No cave, he thought. No place to\n sleep out the long one, no place to rest while time came to change\n things around and make them for the better. No place to hide.", "sapped the last bit of his energy, corroding his nerves and dying\n muscles. Now he knew, and the knowing was the end of it.", "One.\n\n\n Alone.\n\n\n Alone!\n\n\n Charles screamed.\n\n\n The bottom dropped out from under him!\nWhy?", "Charles smiled wanly and got up. He stood by the bed looking at her.", "Charles was by himself, the last person alive in all of New York City.\n\n\n He began to tremble violently. The silence of the room began to press\n quickly in on him. His frantic fingers searched for the computer\n controls.", "But thinking about \"why\" didn't answer the question itself, Charles\n thought. He looked around him. He was sitting on a bench in Central\n Park, alone except for a few stray corpses. But the park was fairly\n free of bodies.", "of his mind, and he didn't like the expression on its face. Better to\n forget.\nCharles reached the broad boulevard. There was a large cafe just across", "To any man, WHO HAPPENED TO BE THE LAST MAN ON EARTH!\n\n\n Charles picked up a heavy book end off the table and crashed it through\n the thick pane of window glass.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nCharles turned over on his side to look at her. She lay quietly in the" ], [ "Charles screamed.\nThe large, invisible, ovular being that hung suspended over the Empire\n State Building rested from its exertion. Soon it was approached by\n another of its kind.\n\n\n \"It is finished?\" asked the second.", "Why. His mind kept returning to the question. Of all the people on\n earth, me. The last. Why me?", "THE LAST MAN ON EARTH\n\n\n Yes. That was it. Simple. Let whoever came afterwards figure out the\n rest. Let them decide. He smiled and finished the painting.", "Such a simple question, but in those three letters lay the essence of\n human nature. Why. The drive of curiosity. Stronger, in a way, than", "to life. All around the world sensitive receiving stations pulsed to\n activity, sending out searching fingers, hunting for elusive patterns\n of neutral energy, mapping and tabulating the results.", "So simple to explain by the laws of chance. No need for any underlying\n assumptions about good and evil, no need for teleological arguments\n concerning cause and effect. Simply explain it by chance. Somebody had\n to be the last to go and that was—", "Then the lovers who hunted out and haunted the lonely lanes through the\n countryside began to remark that the locusts were late that year. The", "And then he was upon it. One arm reached out for grass, and clutched\n bare space instead.\n\n\n He was home.", "It was not until the dusty morning sun stirred up the breezes that they\n fluttered down into the shallow hole beneath, unnoticed. The writing on", "\"Well, where to now?\"\n\n\n \"There's another system about four thoughts away. We're due there soon.\"\n\n\n \"All right. Let's go.\"", "The first being moved imperceptably and the heavy plastoid binding of\n the book disappeared. The thousands of pages dropped softly, caught", "\"We were free. We seemed, almost, to have accomplished something. The\n world was running well. No wonder we called it the 'Proud Era.' Life\n was fun, just a bowl of cherries, until....\"", "Within a year it was obvious to everyone that man was the only animal\n left on earth.", "\"On the next planet out. No beauty to it at all; no system. How was\n yours?\"", "all, there were at least twenty of us just a couple of days ago.\" And\n one of them, a beautiful woman, had invited him up to her apartment,\n not because she liked him, but because....", "\"No,\" Charles said, standing up in the quiet of the spring evening.\n \"No, chance won't do it. No man can reckon with chance. The mind\n rejects such things. There must be something beyond mere accident.\n There must be!\"", "To any man, WHO HAPPENED TO BE THE LAST MAN ON EARTH!\n\n\n Charles picked up a heavy book end off the table and crashed it through\n the thick pane of window glass.", "\"Beautiful,\" said the first. \"It went according to the strictest\n semantic relationship following the purest mathematical principles.\n They made it easy for me.\"\n\n\n \"Good.\"", "\"What's that you have there?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, this?\" replied the first. \"It's a higher neural order compendium\n the Things here made up. It's what I used.\"", "the race. Man began to think, to differentiate himself from the other\n animals, when he first asked the question: \"Why?\"" ], [ "Before the plague the Bureau of Vital Statistics had been one of man's\n crowning achievements. Housed as it was in a huge metallic globe of\n a building, it contained computers which kept exact account of every\n human on earth.", "Compulsory registration and the classification of each individual by\n means of the discrete patterns of his brain waves had accomplished for\n man what no ordinary census could have. The machine knew who was alive,\n who was dead, and where everybody was.", "The panic which had begun with the death of the animals was quieted\n somewhat by the fact that humans seemed immune to the pandemic. But the", "\"You've got about ten minutes warning,\" he said to himself. \"I guess\n that most people wanted to die inside of something—inside of anything.\n Not out in the unprotected open.\"", "Within a year it was obvious to everyone that man was the only animal\n left on earth.", "Two years ago the animals had started dying. Strangely enough the\n rats had gone first, to anybody's notice. Sales of poison dropped,\n scientific laboratories chained to a perpetual rodent-cycle began to\n complain bitterly.", "Charles screamed.\nThe large, invisible, ovular being that hung suspended over the Empire\n State Building rested from its exertion. Soon it was approached by\n another of its kind.\n\n\n \"It is finished?\" asked the second.", "THE LAST MAN ON EARTH\n\n\n Yes. That was it. Simple. Let whoever came afterwards figure out the\n rest. Let them decide. He smiled and finished the painting.", "So simple to explain by the laws of chance. No need for any underlying\n assumptions about good and evil, no need for teleological arguments\n concerning cause and effect. Simply explain it by chance. Somebody had\n to be the last to go and that was—", "Once a year the Bureau issued The Index, an exact accounting of Earth's\n four billion inhabitants. Four billion names and addresses, compressed", "\"So different now,\" he thought, surveying the room. \"Now it's empty, so\n empty.\" The machine seemed to reflect the stillness, the very deadness\n of the world. The silence became unbearable.", "to life. All around the world sensitive receiving stations pulsed to\n activity, sending out searching fingers, hunting for elusive patterns\n of neutral energy, mapping and tabulating the results.", "Then just one year ago, the first human became infected with the\n strange malady. Within six months, half of the world's population was\n gone. Less than a month ago no more than a few thousand people remained\n in New York. And now....", "Charles was by himself, the last person alive in all of New York City.\n\n\n He began to tremble violently. The silence of the room began to press\n quickly in on him. His frantic fingers searched for the computer\n controls.", "The first being moved imperceptably and the heavy plastoid binding of\n the book disappeared. The thousands of pages dropped softly, caught", "Charles refused to think. Machines, especially half-broken machines, do\n not think; they only work. Sweating, straining, bleeding, retching, he", "It was not until the dusty morning sun stirred up the breezes that they\n fluttered down into the shallow hole beneath, unnoticed. The writing on", "\"Why, it was just yesterday (or was it the day before?) that ten of\n us, at least, met here to check the figures. There were lots of us\n alive then.\" Including the blond young woman who had died just this\n afternoon....", "He gathered energy from his final reservoirs of strength for one final\n movement that would throw him headlong into the shallow grave. He\n tensed his muscles, pulled his limbs up under him and started to roll\n into the hole.", "Why. His mind kept returning to the question. Of all the people on\n earth, me. The last. Why me?" ] ]

[ "What are two kinds of goods Casey Ritter deals with throughout the story? \n\n", "What is the significance of the title, “Jupiter’s Joke?”", "Who is the Old Man Casey refers to in the first paragraph? ", "Who is Pard Hoskins and what is his relationship to Casey Ritter?", "Why does Casey feels regret about choosing prison over the court’s option to be sent into Jupiter’s Great Red Spot to study its inhabitants?", "What is the best explanation of Pard Hoskins’ relationship to Akroida?", "What convinces Casey Ritter to help the government by throwing himself into Jupiter’s Great Red Spot?", "There is one central object that saves Casey Ritter and Pard Hoskins from the wrath of Jupiter’s scorpion race. What is it and what does it do?\n\n", "What is the name of the kid from Jupiter who helps both Pard and Casey?", "What is the connection between Attaboy’s name and the perfume Pard teaches Casey to make? \n\n" ]

[ [ "Strychnine and Space suits", "Jupiter crystals and Mars emeralds \n\n", "Kooleen Crystals and Kooleen Emeralds ", "Killicut Emeralds and Kooleen Crystals " ], [ "The joke is that the scorpion-like inhabitants of Jupiter’s Great Red Spot are actually planning an attack, and that they sent Pard to Casey in order to trick the humans into giving them one of their own.", "The joke is that Jupiter’s Great Red Spot is actually made of harmless gas, which means that Casey can fly into it without worrying about protection. \n\n", "The joke is that Casey Ritter is being tricked by the scorpion like inhabitants of Jupiter’s Great Red Spot, and that they plan to steal Casey’s emeralds and hold him for ransom.", "The joke is that Casey’s court hearing sentences him to flying into Jupiter’s red spot to face the supposedly deadly, scorpion-like people who live there. In actuality, the scorpion people aren’t as dangerous as thought, which could be a good deal for Casey to take. " ], [ "The S.S. Customs Court Judge", "God ", "Pard Hoskins\n\n", "The Experimentalist Doctor" ], [ "Pard Hoskins is a daredevil like Casey Ritter. Casey met Pard during a Pluto related operation, and now the two have met again in jail. Pard has been to Jupiter’s Great Red Spot before, and so he teaches Casey how to trick its inhabitants into giving him emeralds. ", "Pard Hoskins is a smuggler/grifter like Casey Ritter. Casey met Pard during a gambling related operation, and now the two have met again in jail. Pard has been to Jupiter’s Great Red Spot before, and so he invites Casey to help him break out of jail so that they can go sell emeralds on Jupiter together. ", "Pard Hoskins is a smuggler/grifter like Casey Ritter. Casey met Pard during a real estate related operation, and now the two have met again in jail. Pard has been to Jupiter’s Great Red Spot before, and so he teaches Casey how to deal with its inhabitants and navigate safely. \n\n", "Pard Hoskins is a smuggler/grifter like Casey Ritter. Casey met Pard during the Kooleen crystal operation, and now the two have met again in jail. Pard has been to Jupiter’s Great Red Spot before, and so he teaches Casey how to make sure it’s strange inhabitants don’t fall in love with him, as this could ruin the mission. \n\n" ], [ "Terrified that being sent to Jupiter will kill him, Casey opts for a jail sell. When he’s told that Jupiter is filled with insect-like beings who share his enthusiasm for a reckless lifestyle, and that the mission could actually make him rich, Casey fears that he’s lost his dare devil edge.\n\n", "Terrified that being sent to Jupiter will take too much energy on his part, Casey opts for a jail sell instead. When he’s told that Jupiter is filled with friendly life forms who love emerald and crystal as much as he does, and that the mission could actually prove his innocence, Casey fears that he’s lost his dare devil edge. \n\n", "Casey is terrorized by his fellow prisoner, Pard Hoskins, which makes him regret not taking the chance to fly head first into Jupiter’s Great Red Spot. A true dare devil would have taken the challenge, after all. ", "Terrified that being sent to Jupiter will kill him, Casey opts for a jail sell. When he’s told that Jupiter is not as dangerous as once thought, and that the mission could actually make him rich, Casey fears that he’s lost his daredevil edge." ], [ "Pard Hoskins sold Jupiter’s queen scorpion, Akroida, a Halcyon Diamond. Before he was put in prison, he planned to bring her Killicut Emeralds. However, their business relationship became complicated when Hoskins accidentally wore yellow in front of Akroida—a deeply offensive color to Jupiter’s scorpion race.\n\n", "Pard Hoskins sold Jupiter’s queen scorpion, Akroida, Kooleen crystals. Before he was put in prison, he planned to bring her a Halcyon Diamond. However, their business relationship became complicated when Hoskins accidentally wore purple in front of Akroida—a color which deeply offends Jupiter’s scorpion race.", "Pard Hoskins sold Jupiter’s queen scorpion, Akroida, a Halcyon Diamond. Before he was put in prison, he planned to bring her Casey Ritter as human tribute. However, their business relationship became complicated when Hoskins accidentally wore purple and green in front of Akroida—a color which deeply offends Jupiter’s scorpion race.", "Pard Hoskins sold Jupiter’s queen scorpion, Akroida, a Halcyon Diamond. Before he was put in prison, he planned to bring her lettuce and arsenic, her favorite foods. However, their business relationship became complicated when Hoskins accidentally wore green in front of Akroida—a color which deeply offends Jupiter’s scorpion race.\n\n" ], [ "Pard Hoskins tells him that Jupiter’s scorpion race is rich with emeralds, which makes Casey realize how easy it would be to caper the emeralds and collect the compensation the S.S. Court’s offered him for completing the mission. \n\n", "Pats Hoskins tells him that Jupiter’s scorpion race isn’t as harmful as previously thought, which makes Casey realize how easy it would be to earn the compensation the S.S. Court’s offered him if he completed the mission. \n\n", "Casey wants to earn back his honor as a dare devil by successfully tricking Jupiter’s scorpion race into selling him emeralds.", "Casey wants to learn more about Jupiter’s scorpion race." ], [ "A potion that causes the scorpions to go insane. ", "A yellow space suit. The scorpion race considers yellow is a sign of serious respect. ", "A yellow space suit. The scorpion race considers yellow a sign of romantic love. ", "A perfume that makes the scorpions fall in love with whoever wears it. " ], [ "Attaboy", "Yeller ", "Thattaboy", "Scorp Kid " ], [ "Pard calls the scorpion kid “Attaboy.” Of course, “Attaboy” is a contraction for “that a boy,” but because Attaboy is affected by Pard’s love perfume, he accepts the name as a kind of blessing. ", "Attaboy is the name of the person who taught Pard to make the perfume in the first place. ", "Casey calls the scorpion kid “Attaboy” the first time he visits . Of course, “Attaboy” is a contraction for “that a boy,” but because Attaboy is affected by Casey’s love perfume, he accepts the name as a kind of blessing from his “best friend” Casey. \n\n", "Attaboy gave himself that name after being inspired by Pard’s love perfume.\n\n" ] ]

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[ [ "Well, Casey Ritter may be a lot of things we won't mention, but he\n doesn't rat on his clients. So there I was, closeted with the ten", "Ritter, compared with the value of the secret you are to buy with\n them. And be assured that if you're man enough to effect the trade—\"", "A crafty-eyed buzzard across the table leaned toward me. \"So this is\n the great Casey Ritter, daredevil of the Solar System!\" he sneered.\n \"Never loses a bet, never turns down a dare!\"", "made a gold-barred chimpanzee out of me has broken my spirit and\n turned me into an honest trader. Me, Casey Ritter, slickest slicker in", "I went back to my cot that night, and this time instead of biting my\n nails, I bit myself. So I faced it. Casey Ritter lost his nerve, and", "I tried to back off from him a bit, but the ship stopped me. \"I'm Casey\n Ritter. What's your label, chum?\"\n\n\n \"Attaboy,\" he ticked coyly.", "as solid as if on a floor. Which was fine for flying hopper-scorps, but\n what about Casey Ritter, who hadn't cultivated even a feather?", "JUPITER'S JOKE\nBy A. L. HALEY\nCasey Ritter, the guy who never turned\n \ndown a dare, breathed a prayer to the gods", "the government stands ready to issue you a full pardon as well as a\n substantial monetary reward. Your talents, Mr. Ritter, seem, shall we\n say, eminently suited to the task.\"", "his code, she reared up higher on her skinny elbow and glared in my\n direction. \"Casey Ritter? Never heard of him. Where's he from?\"", "so I brought her a hundred pounds of the stuff, an' she went fer that\n almost like it was diamonds, too. Did I rate around there fer awhile!\"", "\"How'd you make the getaway?\" I asked, taking him at his word.\n\n\n He looked loftily past me. \"Sorry. Gotta keep that a secret. Likewise\n where I cached 'em.\"", "here slicker around me to sorta fancy up the rig before goin' in to\n an audience with the old rip.\" He shook his head slowly. \"The kid", "with me. But he wouldn't tell me how he'd worked the steal. Instead,\n he opened up on the trade he'd booked for the string. He said, \"When I", "My actions didn't bother him a bit. \"Jewels, did you say?\" he tapped\n out thoughtfully, just like an ordinary business man, and I managed to", "cheese trap, though, I figger she'll be all cooled off and ready fer\n them emeralds.\"", "me. I chewed my fingernails down to the quick by the time he got out a\n week later.\nBy that time he really had me hooked. I'd of sworn he was leveling", "scanned Attaboy and the box. He closed in to the couch all hunched\n over, ducked his head humbly half-a-dozen times, and pushed the box", "\"These—\" he had proclaimed with a disdainful flourish, like a placer\n miner pointing to a batch of fool's gold—\"These jewels are as nothing,", "\"Who from?\" Attaboy cringed lower and blushed a purple all-over blush.\n \"Dear lady, it is from an interspace trader who possesses some truly\n remarkable jewels,\" he confessed coyly." ], [ "JUPITER'S JOKE\nBy A. L. HALEY\nCasey Ritter, the guy who never turned\n \ndown a dare, breathed a prayer to the gods", "\"Akroida,\" he explained in his own sweet time, \"is the queen-scorp\n of them idiotic scorpions that lives on Jupiter. I sold her the", "Then I croaked, \"Jupiter! What for? Are you running outa space in stir?\n Want to choke me to death in chlorine instead?\" Being civil to the", "circulation for a long, long time. And instead, blast me, if they\n didn't foul me with this trip to good old Jupiter.", "That palace was like nothing on earth. Naturally, you'll say, it's\n on Jupiter. But I mean it was even queerer than that. It was like no", "\"You've no doubt heard tales of the strange population of Jupiter,\"\n he said. \"Every spaceman has, I am sure. Insect-like creatures who", "manifestly migrated there from some other system and who inhabit\n the Red Spot of the planet, floating in some kind of artificial\n anti-gravity field in the gaseous portion of the atmosphere—\"", "court didn't seem important just then. Jupiter was worse than the pen,\n a lot worse. Jupiter was a death sentence.", "He ruminated a few minutes. \"Tell you what, chump. Make them shell out\n with a green an' poiple spacesuit—them's the real Jupiter colors—an'", "of idiots and spacemen, and headed in toward\n \nthe great red spot of terrible Jupiter.", "The Big Sneer of the conference table promptly dropped in on me,\n friendly as a bottle of strychnine. But for a lad headed for Jupiter", "With that we got down to business and fixed a meeting point out on\n Jupiter's farthest moon; then they took me in to the edge of Jupiter's", "along with it, the chance of a lifetime. A better man than me had\n already penetrated the Great Red Spot of old Jupiter and come out\n alive. That thought ate me to the quick, and I began to wonder if it", "can sure happen. A man can get himself backed into a corner in this\n little old solar system. It just ain't big enough for a gent of scope\n and talent; and the day the Solar System Customs caught me red-handed", "\"Jupiter!\" I goggled at him. \"Akroida! Who's she?\"", "ice-cloud and turned me loose in a peanut of a space boat with old Jupe\n looming ahead bigger than all outdoors and the Red Spot dead ahead. I", "A crafty-eyed buzzard across the table leaned toward me. \"So this is\n the great Casey Ritter, daredevil of the Solar System!\" he sneered.\n \"Never loses a bet, never turns down a dare!\"", "He shrugged, trying for nonchalance. \"About the size of a man, I\n believe.\"\n\n\n I raised my shrinking head. \"Take me to jail!\" I said firmly, and\n collapsed onto my chair.", "you know. Mars! What a place fer jools! Damn desert's lousy with 'em,\n if it wasn't so much trouble to dig 'em out—\" He went off into a dream", "I shuddered. \"You're telling that one! And besides, a man's got to draw\n the line somewhere. And I'm drawing it right here. Take me to jail!\"" ], [ "Well, Casey Ritter may be a lot of things we won't mention, but he\n doesn't rat on his clients. So there I was, closeted with the ten", "A crafty-eyed buzzard across the table leaned toward me. \"So this is\n the great Casey Ritter, daredevil of the Solar System!\" he sneered.\n \"Never loses a bet, never turns down a dare!\"", "The senior judge rapped ferociously, and I skidded to a halt. Our\n little story teller patiently cleared his skinny throat again.", "his code, she reared up higher on her skinny elbow and glared in my\n direction. \"Casey Ritter? Never heard of him. Where's he from?\"", "I tried to back off from him a bit, but the ship stopped me. \"I'm Casey\n Ritter. What's your label, chum?\"\n\n\n \"Attaboy,\" he ticked coyly.", "The senior judge rapped sharply with his gavel. He frowned me down and\n then nodded at the judge on his right. This bird, a little old hank of", "JUPITER'S JOKE\nBy A. L. HALEY\nCasey Ritter, the guy who never turned\n \ndown a dare, breathed a prayer to the gods", "here slicker around me to sorta fancy up the rig before goin' in to\n an audience with the old rip.\" He shook his head slowly. \"The kid", "He shrugged, trying for nonchalance. \"About the size of a man, I\n believe.\"\n\n\n I raised my shrinking head. \"Take me to jail!\" I said firmly, and\n collapsed onto my chair.", "That twitch of the nose riled me no little. \"I ain't failed yet!\" I\n snarled at him. \"Just you wait till I do, feller!\" I slipped the string", "I shuddered. \"You're telling that one! And besides, a man's got to draw\n the line somewhere. And I'm drawing it right here. Take me to jail!\"", "along with it, the chance of a lifetime. A better man than me had\n already penetrated the Great Red Spot of old Jupiter and come out\n alive. That thought ate me to the quick, and I began to wonder if it", "\"Lead off, old pal,\" I sang out, and then had to tap it. \"I'll follow\n in my boat.\"", "made a gold-barred chimpanzee out of me has broken my spirit and\n turned me into an honest trader. Me, Casey Ritter, slickest slicker in", "I went back to my cot that night, and this time instead of biting my\n nails, I bit myself. So I faced it. Casey Ritter lost his nerve, and", "The Big Sneer of the conference table promptly dropped in on me,\n friendly as a bottle of strychnine. But for a lad headed for Jupiter", "My actions didn't bother him a bit. \"Jewels, did you say?\" he tapped\n out thoughtfully, just like an ordinary business man, and I managed to", "The storm broke, all right. That old dame let out a scream like a\n maddened stallion and began to thrash around and flail her couch with\n that dragon's tail of hers.", "his mug seemed familiar, like a wisp of smoke where no smoke has got a\n right to be; and after awhile I braced him.", "\"Oh, a pretty good jolt if they can keep hold of me,\" he says. \"I just\n made a pass at the Killicut Emeralds, that's all, and got nabbed.\"" ], [ "He simpered. \"My dear friend, Pard Hoskins.\"", "Well, Casey Ritter may be a lot of things we won't mention, but he\n doesn't rat on his clients. So there I was, closeted with the ten", "a kindly fate which had sent Pard's old pal my way. A great man, Pard\n Hoskins. How had he made friends with the brute in the first place?", "I was right. I'd met the shrimp before when I was wound up in an\n asteroid real estate racket. Pard Hoskins was his alias, and he had the", "was too late, after all. I could hardly wait for morning to come, so\n that I could pry more information out of Pard Hoskins.", "his code, she reared up higher on her skinny elbow and glared in my\n direction. \"Casey Ritter? Never heard of him. Where's he from?\"", "up in the blockhouse, the special building reserved for escapees. Pard\n Hoskins was in the bunch. He'd never get out of there, and he knew it.\n So did I.", "I tried to back off from him a bit, but the ship stopped me. \"I'm Casey\n Ritter. What's your label, chum?\"\n\n\n \"Attaboy,\" he ticked coyly.", "dead away right there if Pard Hoskins hadn't been there already and\n lived. If that little shrimp could do it, I could, too.", "A sort of jerking quiver ran through Akroida. She reared up even\n higher. Her mean Roman nose twitched. \"An earthman? Like Pard Hoskins?\"", "A crafty-eyed buzzard across the table leaned toward me. \"So this is\n the great Casey Ritter, daredevil of the Solar System!\" he sneered.\n \"Never loses a bet, never turns down a dare!\"", "JUPITER'S JOKE\nBy A. L. HALEY\nCasey Ritter, the guy who never turned\n \ndown a dare, breathed a prayer to the gods", "the government stands ready to issue you a full pardon as well as a\n substantial monetary reward. Your talents, Mr. Ritter, seem, shall we\n say, eminently suited to the task.\"", "Well, I'd met the first of the brood and was still alive. Not only\n alive but loved and cherished, thanks to Pard's inventiveness and to", "as solid as if on a floor. Which was fine for flying hopper-scorps, but\n what about Casey Ritter, who hadn't cultivated even a feather?", "mad, and if Pard had really got near those emeralds, he should be\n nothing but a heap of cleaned bones by now. Either he was the world's", "I went back to my cot that night, and this time instead of biting my\n nails, I bit myself. So I faced it. Casey Ritter lost his nerve, and", "Right there I forgave him for pulling that eye on me. He was the guide\n I needed, the one who had got Pard out alive. I almost hugged him.", "But I didn't see Pard for a few days. And then, a week later, a group\n of lifers made a break that didn't jell, and the whole bunch was locked", "Emeralds from where Pard Hoskins had cached them; and safe out in space\n again, we had pored over that string of green headlights practically" ], [ "along with it, the chance of a lifetime. A better man than me had\n already penetrated the Great Red Spot of old Jupiter and come out\n alive. That thought ate me to the quick, and I began to wonder if it", "court didn't seem important just then. Jupiter was worse than the pen,\n a lot worse. Jupiter was a death sentence.", "JUPITER'S JOKE\nBy A. L. HALEY\nCasey Ritter, the guy who never turned\n \ndown a dare, breathed a prayer to the gods", "manifestly migrated there from some other system and who inhabit\n the Red Spot of the planet, floating in some kind of artificial\n anti-gravity field in the gaseous portion of the atmosphere—\"", "A crafty-eyed buzzard across the table leaned toward me. \"So this is\n the great Casey Ritter, daredevil of the Solar System!\" he sneered.\n \"Never loses a bet, never turns down a dare!\"", "circulation for a long, long time. And instead, blast me, if they\n didn't foul me with this trip to good old Jupiter.", "He ruminated a few minutes. \"Tell you what, chump. Make them shell out\n with a green an' poiple spacesuit—them's the real Jupiter colors—an'", "can sure happen. A man can get himself backed into a corner in this\n little old solar system. It just ain't big enough for a gent of scope\n and talent; and the day the Solar System Customs caught me red-handed", "\"You've no doubt heard tales of the strange population of Jupiter,\"\n he said. \"Every spaceman has, I am sure. Insect-like creatures who", "With that we got down to business and fixed a meeting point out on\n Jupiter's farthest moon; then they took me in to the edge of Jupiter's", "of idiots and spacemen, and headed in toward\n \nthe great red spot of terrible Jupiter.", "ice-cloud and turned me loose in a peanut of a space boat with old Jupe\n looming ahead bigger than all outdoors and the Red Spot dead ahead. I", "Then I croaked, \"Jupiter! What for? Are you running outa space in stir?\n Want to choke me to death in chlorine instead?\" Being civil to the", "into a sea of ammonia among man-size scorpions just for the hell of\n it. Nuts! After all, in the pen a man can eat and breathe, and a guard", "That famous Red Spot was that big, too. It kept expanding until the\n whole universe was a fierce, raw luminous red. Out beyond it at first", "That palace was like nothing on earth. Naturally, you'll say, it's\n on Jupiter. But I mean it was even queerer than that. It was like no", "you know. Mars! What a place fer jools! Damn desert's lousy with 'em,\n if it wasn't so much trouble to dig 'em out—\" He went off into a dream", "I went back to my cot that night, and this time instead of biting my\n nails, I bit myself. So I faced it. Casey Ritter lost his nerve, and", "He shrugged, trying for nonchalance. \"About the size of a man, I\n believe.\"\n\n\n I raised my shrinking head. \"Take me to jail!\" I said firmly, and\n collapsed onto my chair.", "though he was climbing vertically up from the planet. In fact, he\n didn't seem to be climbing at all but just going along horizontally." ], [ "A sort of jerking quiver ran through Akroida. She reared up even\n higher. Her mean Roman nose twitched. \"An earthman? Like Pard Hoskins?\"", "a kindly fate which had sent Pard's old pal my way. A great man, Pard\n Hoskins. How had he made friends with the brute in the first place?", "He simpered. \"My dear friend, Pard Hoskins.\"", "\"Akroida,\" he explained in his own sweet time, \"is the queen-scorp\n of them idiotic scorpions that lives on Jupiter. I sold her the", "I was right. I'd met the shrimp before when I was wound up in an\n asteroid real estate racket. Pard Hoskins was his alias, and he had the", "was too late, after all. I could hardly wait for morning to come, so\n that I could pry more information out of Pard Hoskins.", "\"Who from?\" asked Akroida.\n\n\n That conversation was telegraphed to me blow by blow by the actions of\n those hopper-scorps. I didn't need their particular brand of Morse Code\n at all.", "Akroida rose up sort of languidly on an elbow that was all stripped\n bone and sharp as a needle. She pulled an eyeball out about a yard and", "Akroida toyed with the Halcyon Diamond and ignored the bait. \"His\n name?\" she demanded. And when he told her, with a bad stutter in", "grass, and in the center of this reclined Akroida. It had to be. Who\n else could look like that? No one, believe me, boys and girls, no one!", "Taking advantage of his condition, I boldly tapped out, \"How's about\n taking me on a guided tour through this red spinach patch to Akroida,\n old pal?\" Or words to that effect.", "dead away right there if Pard Hoskins hadn't been there already and\n lived. If that little shrimp could do it, I could, too.", "up in the blockhouse, the special building reserved for escapees. Pard\n Hoskins was in the bunch. He'd never get out of there, and he knew it.\n So did I.", "Our little Akroida was a pure and peculiarly violent purple—not a\n green edge anywhere. She was even more purple than my fancy enameled", "I was back so soon when I knew that Akroida was all set to carve me\n into steaks for just any meal. But the tone was friendly and even", "Well, after all, she wasn't blind. He had to confess. \"I—uh—the\n stones were so amazing, Royal Akroida, that I didn't pay much attention", "Well, I'd met the first of the brood and was still alive. Not only\n alive but loved and cherished, thanks to Pard's inventiveness and to", "over beside her. Akroida eased her eyeball back, opened the box and\n sniffed, and then turned to Attaboy with a full-blown Satanic grin. I", "hadn't helped me, they'd of done it, too. And Akroida claimed I done it\n a-purpose to upset her.\"", "mad, and if Pard had really got near those emeralds, he should be\n nothing but a heap of cleaned bones by now. Either he was the world's" ], [ "JUPITER'S JOKE\nBy A. L. HALEY\nCasey Ritter, the guy who never turned\n \ndown a dare, breathed a prayer to the gods", "A crafty-eyed buzzard across the table leaned toward me. \"So this is\n the great Casey Ritter, daredevil of the Solar System!\" he sneered.\n \"Never loses a bet, never turns down a dare!\"", "the government stands ready to issue you a full pardon as well as a\n substantial monetary reward. Your talents, Mr. Ritter, seem, shall we\n say, eminently suited to the task.\"", "along with it, the chance of a lifetime. A better man than me had\n already penetrated the Great Red Spot of old Jupiter and come out\n alive. That thought ate me to the quick, and I began to wonder if it", "Well, Casey Ritter may be a lot of things we won't mention, but he\n doesn't rat on his clients. So there I was, closeted with the ten", "With that we got down to business and fixed a meeting point out on\n Jupiter's farthest moon; then they took me in to the edge of Jupiter's", "manifestly migrated there from some other system and who inhabit\n the Red Spot of the planet, floating in some kind of artificial\n anti-gravity field in the gaseous portion of the atmosphere—\"", "He ruminated a few minutes. \"Tell you what, chump. Make them shell out\n with a green an' poiple spacesuit—them's the real Jupiter colors—an'", "I tried to back off from him a bit, but the ship stopped me. \"I'm Casey\n Ritter. What's your label, chum?\"\n\n\n \"Attaboy,\" he ticked coyly.", "of idiots and spacemen, and headed in toward\n \nthe great red spot of terrible Jupiter.", "circulation for a long, long time. And instead, blast me, if they\n didn't foul me with this trip to good old Jupiter.", "ice-cloud and turned me loose in a peanut of a space boat with old Jupe\n looming ahead bigger than all outdoors and the Red Spot dead ahead. I", "can sure happen. A man can get himself backed into a corner in this\n little old solar system. It just ain't big enough for a gent of scope\n and talent; and the day the Solar System Customs caught me red-handed", "\"You've no doubt heard tales of the strange population of Jupiter,\"\n he said. \"Every spaceman has, I am sure. Insect-like creatures who", "Then I croaked, \"Jupiter! What for? Are you running outa space in stir?\n Want to choke me to death in chlorine instead?\" Being civil to the", "I went back to my cot that night, and this time instead of biting my\n nails, I bit myself. So I faced it. Casey Ritter lost his nerve, and", "court didn't seem important just then. Jupiter was worse than the pen,\n a lot worse. Jupiter was a death sentence.", "\"Akroida,\" he explained in his own sweet time, \"is the queen-scorp\n of them idiotic scorpions that lives on Jupiter. I sold her the", "The Big Sneer of the conference table promptly dropped in on me,\n friendly as a bottle of strychnine. But for a lad headed for Jupiter", "That famous Red Spot was that big, too. It kept expanding until the\n whole universe was a fierce, raw luminous red. Out beyond it at first" ], [ "JUPITER'S JOKE\nBy A. L. HALEY\nCasey Ritter, the guy who never turned\n \ndown a dare, breathed a prayer to the gods", "Meanwhile the hopper-scorp reached the ship. Hastily I squirted some of\n my Scorpion-Come-Hither lure on the chest of my spacesuit, opened the", "\"Akroida,\" he explained in his own sweet time, \"is the queen-scorp\n of them idiotic scorpions that lives on Jupiter. I sold her the", "A crafty-eyed buzzard across the table leaned toward me. \"So this is\n the great Casey Ritter, daredevil of the Solar System!\" he sneered.\n \"Never loses a bet, never turns down a dare!\"", "I was right. I'd met the shrimp before when I was wound up in an\n asteroid real estate racket. Pard Hoskins was his alias, and he had the", "as solid as if on a floor. Which was fine for flying hopper-scorps, but\n what about Casey Ritter, who hadn't cultivated even a feather?", "In shape it was a perfect octagon. It hung poised in the center of the\n cleared space, suspended on nothing. It had to be at least a mile in", "Pard was right again. These critters had brains. And my S.S.C.\n persecutor was right, too. That anti-grav secret was worth more than\n any string of rocks in the system, including the Killicut Emeralds.", "\"You've no doubt heard tales of the strange population of Jupiter,\"\n he said. \"Every spaceman has, I am sure. Insect-like creatures who", "into a sea of ammonia among man-size scorpions just for the hell of\n it. Nuts! After all, in the pen a man can eat and breathe, and a guard", "manifestly migrated there from some other system and who inhabit\n the Red Spot of the planet, floating in some kind of artificial\n anti-gravity field in the gaseous portion of the atmosphere—\"", "I tried to back off from him a bit, but the ship stopped me. \"I'm Casey\n Ritter. What's your label, chum?\"\n\n\n \"Attaboy,\" he ticked coyly.", "Well, Casey Ritter may be a lot of things we won't mention, but he\n doesn't rat on his clients. So there I was, closeted with the ten", "A sort of jerking quiver ran through Akroida. She reared up even\n higher. Her mean Roman nose twitched. \"An earthman? Like Pard Hoskins?\"", "With that we got down to business and fixed a meeting point out on\n Jupiter's farthest moon; then they took me in to the edge of Jupiter's", "Well, I'd met the first of the brood and was still alive. Not only\n alive but loved and cherished, thanks to Pard's inventiveness and to", "Emeralds from where Pard Hoskins had cached them; and safe out in space\n again, we had pored over that string of green headlights practically", "fer them. Besides, the space suit rig you got to wear, they can't bite\n you. Akroida's not a bad old girl. Partial to arsenic on her lettuce,", "the field workers. It loomed higher and higher. Then we burst out into\n a clearing several miles in diameter, and I saw the structure clearly.\n It was red, like everything else in this screwy place, and could only", "my chest, caressed me with his front pair of legs while I manfully\n endured, and then without warning tossed me onto his back above the\n little box and flew off with me along a tunnel with luminous red walls." ], [ "JUPITER'S JOKE\nBy A. L. HALEY\nCasey Ritter, the guy who never turned\n \ndown a dare, breathed a prayer to the gods", "With that we got down to business and fixed a meeting point out on\n Jupiter's farthest moon; then they took me in to the edge of Jupiter's", "\"Akroida,\" he explained in his own sweet time, \"is the queen-scorp\n of them idiotic scorpions that lives on Jupiter. I sold her the", "I was right. I'd met the shrimp before when I was wound up in an\n asteroid real estate racket. Pard Hoskins was his alias, and he had the", "A crafty-eyed buzzard across the table leaned toward me. \"So this is\n the great Casey Ritter, daredevil of the Solar System!\" he sneered.\n \"Never loses a bet, never turns down a dare!\"", "I tried to back off from him a bit, but the ship stopped me. \"I'm Casey\n Ritter. What's your label, chum?\"\n\n\n \"Attaboy,\" he ticked coyly.", "\"You've no doubt heard tales of the strange population of Jupiter,\"\n he said. \"Every spaceman has, I am sure. Insect-like creatures who", "\"Jupiter!\" I goggled at him. \"Akroida! Who's she?\"", "Pard was right again. These critters had brains. And my S.S.C.\n persecutor was right, too. That anti-grav secret was worth more than\n any string of rocks in the system, including the Killicut Emeralds.", "He ruminated a few minutes. \"Tell you what, chump. Make them shell out\n with a green an' poiple spacesuit—them's the real Jupiter colors—an'", "Then I croaked, \"Jupiter! What for? Are you running outa space in stir?\n Want to choke me to death in chlorine instead?\" Being civil to the", "manifestly migrated there from some other system and who inhabit\n the Red Spot of the planet, floating in some kind of artificial\n anti-gravity field in the gaseous portion of the atmosphere—\"", "That palace was like nothing on earth. Naturally, you'll say, it's\n on Jupiter. But I mean it was even queerer than that. It was like no", "Well, I'd met the first of the brood and was still alive. Not only\n alive but loved and cherished, thanks to Pard's inventiveness and to", "circulation for a long, long time. And instead, blast me, if they\n didn't foul me with this trip to good old Jupiter.", "I'd had a lot of cooperation getting that far. An Earth patrol had\n slipped down onto the Red Desert of Mars and picked up the Killicut", "ice-cloud and turned me loose in a peanut of a space boat with old Jupe\n looming ahead bigger than all outdoors and the Red Spot dead ahead. I", "A sort of jerking quiver ran through Akroida. She reared up even\n higher. Her mean Roman nose twitched. \"An earthman? Like Pard Hoskins?\"", "Attaboy, however, had the answers for everything. Towing me from the\n airlock to the window ledge, he again sniffed that delectable odor on", "court didn't seem important just then. Jupiter was worse than the pen,\n a lot worse. Jupiter was a death sentence." ], [ "\"Attaboy?\" Things blurred around me. It couldn't be. It was just plain\n nuts. Then I got a glimmer through my paralyzed gray matter. \"Who named\n you that?\"", "I tried to back off from him a bit, but the ship stopped me. \"I'm Casey\n Ritter. What's your label, chum?\"\n\n\n \"Attaboy,\" he ticked coyly.", "over beside her. Akroida eased her eyeball back, opened the box and\n sniffed, and then turned to Attaboy with a full-blown Satanic grin. I", "Attaboy, however, had the answers for everything. Towing me from the\n airlock to the window ledge, he again sniffed that delectable odor on", "scanned Attaboy and the box. He closed in to the couch all hunched\n over, ducked his head humbly half-a-dozen times, and pushed the box", "Then he winked at me. \"But then I got off in a corner and cooked up\n some perfume that drives them nuts the other way; sorta frantic with", "put just a touch o' that there perfume on the outside of it. Akroida'll\n do anything fer you if she just gets a whiff. Just anything! But", "\"Who from?\" Attaboy cringed lower and blushed a purple all-over blush.\n \"Dear lady, it is from an interspace trader who possesses some truly\n remarkable jewels,\" he confessed coyly.", "Attaboy shrank smaller and smaller. He could only nod dumbly.", "Attaboy dumped me onto a floating cushion where I lay clutching and\n shuddering away from her and from the void all around me, and went\n across to her alone with the arsenic.", "Well, Casey Ritter may be a lot of things we won't mention, but he\n doesn't rat on his clients. So there I was, closeted with the ten", "him. To my surprise a vapor shot out of a box that I had taken for a\n natural lump on his back, and he darted away from me. I opened the", "Then I swallowed hard. Attaboy was leading me straight across to a\n window. Closing my helmet, my fingers fumbled badly. My brain was", "Right there I forgave him for pulling that eye on me. He was the guide\n I needed, the one who had got Pard out alive. I almost hugged him.", "A crafty-eyed buzzard across the table leaned toward me. \"So this is\n the great Casey Ritter, daredevil of the Solar System!\" he sneered.\n \"Never loses a bet, never turns down a dare!\"", "so I brought her a hundred pounds of the stuff, an' she went fer that\n almost like it was diamonds, too. Did I rate around there fer awhile!\"", "That twitch of the nose riled me no little. \"I ain't failed yet!\" I\n snarled at him. \"Just you wait till I do, feller!\" I slipped the string", "I breathed again. How simple could I get? He'd already mistaken me for\n Pard, hadn't he? Then I remembered something else. \"How come you aren't\n mad at him? Don't you hate yellow, too?\"", "JUPITER'S JOKE\nBy A. L. HALEY\nCasey Ritter, the guy who never turned\n \ndown a dare, breathed a prayer to the gods", "remember, don't use but a drop. It's real powerful.\"\nII" ] ]

[ "What is one way the story’s setting, Venus, affects the characters and and sets up the plot? \n\n", "How long did it take for Venus’s conditions to mutate its human colonies? What is the purpose of these mutations? \n\n", "What is the name of the Officer of the Deck? \n\n", "How do Svan and his five fellow insurgents find out that the people of Earth no longer think of\n\nVenusians as human? ", "What two types of objects occupy the opaque glass bowl? \n\n", "What object is found by the guards, giving away the six Venusian conspirators? Who does it belong to? \n\n", "How does Ingra’s kiss affect Svan?\n\n", "What is the irony of Svan’s suspicion that his five fellow conspirators are cowards for not admitting who drew the double cross? \n", "What is Svan’s revenge plan? \n", "What is the double meaning of the story’s title? \n\n" ]

[ [ "The story takes place on Mars, not Venus. Over the last four or five generations, Mars’ conditions have caused its human colony to mutate in order to better survive. This causes a racial rift between humans from Earth and humans from Mars, which sets the story’s plot by imposing tension between the two groups. \n\n", "Over the last four or five generations, Venus’s conditions have caused its human colony to mutate in order to better survive. Differences in appearance cause a racial rift between humans from Earth and humans from Venus, which sets the story’s plot by imposing tension between the two groups. \n\n", "Over the last fifteen generations, Venus’s conditions have caused its human colony to mutate in order to better survive. This causes a racial rift between humans from Earth and humans from Venus, which sets the story’s plot by showing Venusians in a bad light. \n\n", "Over the last two or three generations, Venus’s conditions have caused its human colony to mutate into swamp people. This causes a holocaust of humans from Venus, which sets the story’s plot by imposing tension between the two groups. \n\n" ], [ "Three or four generations. Hunting. \n\n", "Four or five generations. Acclimation. \n\n", "Four or five generations. Bomb making. \n\n", "One or two generations. Revolution. \n\n" ], [ "Svan", "Lowry", "Larry", "Ingra" ], [ "They are informed by fellow Venusian rebels, who themselves heard from the council. \n", "They already know. Racism and prejudice runs rampant in all Venusian and Earth towns. \n\n", "They intercept a galactic transmission, which explains it all. \n", "They use a spy ray, which allows hem to listen in on a conversation happening on an official\n\n" ], [ "Venus-tobacco cigarettes and an Atomite bomb\n\n", "Cross slips and Venus-tobacco cigarettes \n\n", "Guns and Venus-tobacco cigarettes \n\n", "Atomite bomb and cross slips \n\n" ], [ "A spy ray. It belongs to the six insurgents who plan to blow up the Earth ship. \n\n", "A Venus-tobacco cigarette. It belongs to the Exec officer, who the six insurgents killed when breaking into the Earth ship. \n", "An atomite bomb. It belongs to the guard they killed just before breaking into where the Earth ship is kept. \n", "A rifle. It belongs to the guard they killed just before breaking into where the Earth ship is kept. \n" ], [ "Ingra’s kiss makes Svan think twice about his decision to destroy the Earth ship. It makes him feel his humanity, momentarily breaking his steadfast desire to go through with this plan. \n", "Ingra’s kiss does nothing to Svan. He continues with his plan, annoyed. \n\n", "Ingra’s kiss makes Svan think twice about his decision to sacrifice himself for the cause. It makes him feel something toward her, momentarily breaking his steadfast desire to go through with his plan. \n", "Ingra’s kiss makes Svan think twice about his decision to sacrifice Ingra in the name of his rebel cause. It makes him feel something toward her, momentarily breaking his steadfast desire to go through with his plan. \n\n" ], [ "It turns out that Svan planned to pull the double cross slip himself, so that he could blame his fellow conspirators and finally be rid of them. \n\n", "It turns out that Svan was the one who drew the double cross slip, suggesting that all of his virulent suspicions were entirely his fault. \n", "It turns out that Svan’s five friends made sure that Ingra, Svan’s love interest, didn’t pull the double cross slip. This causes Svan to pull it instead. \n", "It turns out that Svan’s five friends conspired to make sure he drew the double cross slip. \n" ], [ "Svan wants to blow up the Earth ship when it takes off next. He plans to do this by having his five insurgent friends distract the Earth ship guards by crashing their ground car into a swamp, while he sneaks around the back and plants a magnetic Atomite bomb on the ship, causing it to explode when it breaks out of Venus’s atmosphere. \n\n", "Svan wants to blow up the Council ship when it takes off for Earth. He plans to do this by having his five insurgent friends distract the Earth ship guards with fireworks, while he sneaks around the back and plants a magnetic Atomic bomb on the ship, causing it to explode when it breaks out of Venus’s atmosphere. \n", "Svan wants to blow up the Earth ship when it takes off. He plans to do this by having his five insurgent friends distract the human-looking guards by killing one of them, while he sneaks around the back and plants a magnetic hydrogen bomb on the ship, causing it to explode when it breaks out of Venus’s atmosphere. \n", "Svan wants to blow up the Earth ship when it takes off for Venus. He plans to do this by having his insurgent friends distract the Earth ship guards with bird calls, while he sneaks around the back and plants a grenade on the ship, causing it to explode when it breaks out of Earth’s atmosphere. \n" ], [ "“Doublecross” because Svan plans to double cross the council; and “Doublecross” because Svan was the one who pulled the slip with the double cross, meaning that he should have been driving in the end.\n", "“Doublecross” because Svan plans to double cross his friends; and “Doublecross” because it turns out that, ironically, Svan was who pulled the slip with the double cross, not his friends whom he suspected to have pulled it and not had the courage to admit it. ", "“Doublecross” because Svan plans to double cross the Earth; and “Doublecross” because it turns out that Ingra was who pulled the slip with the double cross, not his friends whom he suspected to have pulled and not had the courage to tell \n\n", "“Doublecross” because Svan plans to double cross Ingra, his girl friend; and “Doublecross” because it turns out that Svan knew he had the double cross slip all along. \n\n" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Acclimation,\" Lowry said scientifically. \"They had to acclimate\n themselves to Venus's climate. They're friendly enough.\"", "native Venusians—the descendants of the first expedition, that\n is—right down into the mud. Well—\" he laughed—\"maybe they will.\n After all, the fittest survive. That's a basic law of—\"", "They think there will be hordes of immigrants from Earth, now that we\n know Venus is habitable. And there's some sort of a paltry underground\n group that is spreading the word that the immigrants will drive the", "Venusian mist. The native guard of honor, posted a hundred yards from\n the Earth-ship, stood stolidly at attention with their old-fashioned", "a watch for other guards.\"\nVenus has no moon, and no star can shine through its vast cloud layer.\n Ensign Lowry, staring anxiously out through the astro-dome in the bow", "The girl, Ingra, gasped something indistinguishable, slammed on the\n brakes. A Venusian in the trappings of the State Guard advanced on them\n from the side of the road, proton-rifle held ready to fire again.", "\"Good,\" said Svan. \"Then we must act. The Council has told us that we\n alone will decide our course of action. We have agreed that, if the\n Earth-ship returns, it means disaster for Venus. Therefore, it must not\n return.\"", "DOUBLECROSS\nby JAMES Mac CREIGH\nRevolt was brewing on Venus, led by the\n\n descendant of the first Earthmen to\n\n land. Svan was the leader making the final", "perfectly, of course, but he was pleased to have it confirmed, all the\n same. The Executive Officer was moodily smoking a cigarette in the open\n lock, staring out over the dank Venusian terrain at the native town. He", "Svan spoke up. \"We want to look at the Earth-ship,\" he said. He opened\n the door beside him and stepped out, careless of the drizzle. \"We heard", "Svan smiled, and it was like a dark flame. He reached to a box at his\n feet, held up a shiny metal globe. \"One of us will plant this in the", "ship. It will be set by means of this dial—\" he touched a spot on the\n surface of the globe with a pallid finger—\"to do nothing for forty\n hours. Then—it will explode. Atomite.\"", "lights of the Earth-ship, set down in the center of a clearing made by\n its own fierce rockets. Svan's mist-trained eyes spotted the circling", "the bomb will not explode until the ship is far out in space. Remember,\n you are in no danger from the guards.\"\nFrom the guards\n, his mind echoed. He smiled. At least, they would", "Svan nodded. \"No. They will leave. But they will never get back to\n Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Never get back to Earth?\" the old man gasped. \"Has the Council\n authorized—murder?\"", "Not one\n of them understands what this means. They're afraid.\nHe clamped his lips. \"Go faster, Ingra,\" he ordered the girl who was", "it. And the sixth person will have his chance to steal to the side\n of the ship. The bomb is magnetic. It will not be noticed in the\n dark—they will take off before sunrise, because they must travel away", "head. \"Svan, I'm afraid,\" she said. \"Who are we to decide if this\n is a good thing? Our parents came from Earth. Perhaps there will be", "plans—plotting them a bit too well.\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from\n\n Planet Stories Winter 1944.", "\"This is the plan,\" he said. \"We will go, all six of us, in my ground\n car, to look at the Earth-ship. No one will suspect—the whole city" ], [ "\"Acclimation,\" Lowry said scientifically. \"They had to acclimate\n themselves to Venus's climate. They're friendly enough.\"", "native Venusians—the descendants of the first expedition, that\n is—right down into the mud. Well—\" he laughed—\"maybe they will.\n After all, the fittest survive. That's a basic law of—\"", "They think there will be hordes of immigrants from Earth, now that we\n know Venus is habitable. And there's some sort of a paltry underground\n group that is spreading the word that the immigrants will drive the", "DOUBLECROSS\nby JAMES Mac CREIGH\nRevolt was brewing on Venus, led by the\n\n descendant of the first Earthmen to\n\n land. Svan was the leader making the final", "\"Good,\" said Svan. \"Then we must act. The Council has told us that we\n alone will decide our course of action. We have agreed that, if the\n Earth-ship returns, it means disaster for Venus. Therefore, it must not\n return.\"", "Venusian mist. The native guard of honor, posted a hundred yards from\n the Earth-ship, stood stolidly at attention with their old-fashioned", "The girl, Ingra, gasped something indistinguishable, slammed on the\n brakes. A Venusian in the trappings of the State Guard advanced on them\n from the side of the road, proton-rifle held ready to fire again.", "perfectly, of course, but he was pleased to have it confirmed, all the\n same. The Executive Officer was moodily smoking a cigarette in the open\n lock, staring out over the dank Venusian terrain at the native town. He", "a watch for other guards.\"\nVenus has no moon, and no star can shine through its vast cloud layer.\n Ensign Lowry, staring anxiously out through the astro-dome in the bow", "Svan nodded. \"No. They will leave. But they will never get back to\n Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Never get back to Earth?\" the old man gasped. \"Has the Council\n authorized—murder?\"", "head. \"Svan, I'm afraid,\" she said. \"Who are we to decide if this\n is a good thing? Our parents came from Earth. Perhaps there will be", "\"Not any more. Four or five generations ago they were. Lord, they don't\n even look human any more. Those white, flabby skins—I don't like them.\"", "Svan spoke up. \"We want to look at the Earth-ship,\" he said. He opened\n the door beside him and stepped out, careless of the drizzle. \"We heard", "ship. It will be set by means of this dial—\" he touched a spot on the\n surface of the globe with a pallid finger—\"to do nothing for forty\n hours. Then—it will explode. Atomite.\"", "Svan laughed harshly. \"\nThey\ndon't think so. You heard them. We are\n not human any more. The officer said it.\"", "Not one\n of them understands what this means. They're afraid.\nHe clamped his lips. \"Go faster, Ingra,\" he ordered the girl who was", "Svan shrugged. \"The Council did not know what we would face. The\n Councilmen could not come to the city and see what strength the\n Earth-ship has.\" He paused dangerously. \"Toller,\" he said, \"do you\n object?\"", "Each of the others had looked in that same second. And each was looking\n up now, around at his neighbors. Svan waited impatiently for the chosen\n one to announce it—a second, ten seconds....", "plans—plotting them a bit too well.\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from\n\n Planet Stories Winter 1944.", "lights of the Earth-ship, set down in the center of a clearing made by\n its own fierce rockets. Svan's mist-trained eyes spotted the circling" ], [ "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe Officer of the Deck was pleased as he returned to the main lock.\n There was no reason why everything shouldn't have been functioning", "The annunciator over the open lock clanged vigorously, and a metallic\n voice rasped: \"Officer of the Deck! Post Number One! Instruments\n reports a spy ray focused on the main lock!\"", "perfectly, of course, but he was pleased to have it confirmed, all the\n same. The Executive Officer was moodily smoking a cigarette in the open\n lock, staring out over the dank Venusian terrain at the native town. He", "The Executive Officer nodded gloomily. He said, \"You see!\"\n\"You see?\"", "The OD nodded. \"I'll have a blank log if this keeps up,\" he said.\n \"Every man accounted for except the delegation, cargo stowed, drivers\n ready to lift as soon as they come back.\"", "\"Set up a screen! Notify the delegation! Alert a landing party!\" But\n even while he was giving orders, the warning light flickered suddenly\n and went out. Stricken, Lowry turned to the Exec.", "The Flight Surgeon rose from beside him. \"He's still alive,\" he said\n callously to Lowry, who had just come up. \"It won't last long, though.\n What've you got there?\"", "Abruptly he swallowed, reminded of the bomb that was silently counting\n off the seconds. \"Go ahead,\" he ordered. \"I will wait here.\"", "Svan laughed harshly. \"\nThey\ndon't think so. You heard them. We are\n not human any more. The officer said it.\"", "And his eyes saw nothing. The slip was blank. He gave it but a second's\n glance, then looked up to see who had won the lethal game of chance.\n Almost he was disappointed.", "Svan spoke up. \"We want to look at the Earth-ship,\" he said. He opened\n the door beside him and stepped out, careless of the drizzle. \"We heard", "The guard shook his head sourly. \"No one is allowed near the ship. The\n order was just issued. It is thought there is danger.\"", "ship. It will be set by means of this dial—\" he touched a spot on the\n surface of the globe with a pallid finger—\"to do nothing for forty\n hours. Then—it will explode. Atomite.\"", "it. And the sixth person will have his chance to steal to the side\n of the ship. The bomb is magnetic. It will not be noticed in the\n dark—they will take off before sunrise, because they must travel away", "He stared unseeingly at the light. \"Go away!\" he croaked unbelievingly.\n Then his muscles jerked into action. The time was almost up—the bomb\n in the car—", "Not one\n of them understands what this means. They're afraid.\nHe clamped his lips. \"Go faster, Ingra,\" he ordered the girl who was", "Lowry, interrupted in the middle of a word, jerked his head back and\n stared unbelievingly at the tell-tale next to the annunciator. Sure", "Each of the others had looked in that same second. And each was looking\n up now, around at his neighbors. Svan waited impatiently for the chosen\n one to announce it—a second, ten seconds....", "\"We will let chance decide who is to do the work,\" he said angrily. \"Is\n there anyone here who is afraid? There will be danger, I think....\"", "\"Can't see a thing,\" he complained to the Exec, steadily writing away\n at the computer's table. \"Look—are those lights over there?\"" ], [ "\"Good,\" said Svan. \"Then we must act. The Council has told us that we\n alone will decide our course of action. We have agreed that, if the\n Earth-ship returns, it means disaster for Venus. Therefore, it must not\n return.\"", "Svan nodded. \"No. They will leave. But they will never get back to\n Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Never get back to Earth?\" the old man gasped. \"Has the Council\n authorized—murder?\"", "Svan clicked off the listening-machine and turned around. The five\n others in the room looked apprehensive. \"You see?\" Svan repeated. \"From\n their own mouths you have heard it. The Council was right.\"", "Svan spoke up. \"We want to look at the Earth-ship,\" he said. He opened\n the door beside him and stepped out, careless of the drizzle. \"We heard", "Svan laughed harshly. \"\nThey\ndon't think so. You heard them. We are\n not human any more. The officer said it.\"", "head. \"Svan, I'm afraid,\" she said. \"Who are we to decide if this\n is a good thing? Our parents came from Earth. Perhaps there will be", "Svan shrugged. \"The Council did not know what we would face. The\n Councilmen could not come to the city and see what strength the\n Earth-ship has.\" He paused dangerously. \"Toller,\" he said, \"do you\n object?\"", "the guard's rifle, and they're looking for us! Thirty Earthmen, Svan,\n with those frightful guns. They fired at us, but we got away and came\n for you. We must flee!\"", "The six conspirators in Svan's old ground car moved slowly along the\n main street of the native town. Two Earth-ship sailors, unarmed except", "They think there will be hordes of immigrants from Earth, now that we\n know Venus is habitable. And there's some sort of a paltry underground\n group that is spreading the word that the immigrants will drive the", "lights of the Earth-ship, set down in the center of a clearing made by\n its own fierce rockets. Svan's mist-trained eyes spotted the circling", "Each of the others had looked in that same second. And each was looking\n up now, around at his neighbors. Svan waited impatiently for the chosen\n one to announce it—a second, ten seconds....", "\"Acclimation,\" Lowry said scientifically. \"They had to acclimate\n themselves to Venus's climate. They're friendly enough.\"", "DOUBLECROSS\nby JAMES Mac CREIGH\nRevolt was brewing on Venus, led by the\n\n descendant of the first Earthmen to\n\n land. Svan was the leader making the final", "Svan looked after them. The kiss had surprised him. What did it mean?\n Was it an error that the girl should die with the others?", "native Venusians—the descendants of the first expedition, that\n is—right down into the mud. Well—\" he laughed—\"maybe they will.\n After all, the fittest survive. That's a basic law of—\"", "Svan smiled, and it was like a dark flame. He reached to a box at his\n feet, held up a shiny metal globe. \"One of us will plant this in the", "An old man shifted restlessly. \"But they are strong, Svan,\" he\n complained. \"They have weapons. We cannot force them to stay.\"", "petrified five and the ground car. Svan glared at them contemptuously,\n then reached down and heaved on the senseless body of the guard. Over", "In the palm of his hand, Svan held up the slip he had just marked in\n secret. His voice was very tired as he said, \"I will plant the bomb.\"" ], [ "Silently the girl picked up an opaque glass bowl from the broad arm\n of her chair. It had held Venus-tobacco cigarettes; there were a few", "left. She shook them out and handed the bowl to Svan, who was rapidly\n creasing the six fatal slips. He dropped them in the bowl, stirred it", "She reached in mechanically, her eyes intent on his, took out a slip\n and held it without opening it. The bowl went the rounds, till Svan\n himself took the last. All eyes were on him. No one had looked at their\n slips.", "Svan smiled, and it was like a dark flame. He reached to a box at his\n feet, held up a shiny metal globe. \"One of us will plant this in the", "No answer. Svan jerked his head. \"Good,\" he said. \"Ingra, bring me that\n bowl.\"", "\"Can't see a thing,\" he complained to the Exec, steadily writing away\n at the computer's table. \"Look—are those lights over there?\"", "Lowry, a bewildered expression on his beardless face, held out the two\n halves of a metallic sphere. Dangling ends of wires showed where a", "Though he had willed his eyes away from it, his fingers had rebelled.\n Instinctively they had opened the slip, turned it over and over,\n striving to detect if it was the fatal one. They had felt nothing....", "The surgeon shrugged. \"He had it clenched in his hand,\" he said. \"Had\n the devil of a time getting it loose from him.\" He turned it over", "And his eyes saw nothing. The slip was blank. He gave it but a second's\n glance, then looked up to see who had won the lethal game of chance.\n Almost he was disappointed.", "\"What's that?\" Lowry craned his neck. \"A piece of paper with a cross on\n it? What about it?\"", "absently to the pouch in his wide belt, closed on the slip of paper. He\n turned it over without looking at it, wondering who had drawn the first", "There was comprehension in their eyes, Svan saw ... but still that\n uncertainty. Impatiently, he crackled: \"Look at the slips!\"", "slowly, displayed the other side. \"Now what in the world would he be\n doing carrying a scrap of paper with a cross marked on both sides?\"", "illuminating the narrow road and the pale, distorted vegetation of the\n jungle that surrounded them. Svan noticed it was raining a little. The\n present shower would deepen and intensify until midnight, then fall off", "The younger of the two women sighed. She might have been beautiful, in\n spite of her dead-white skin, if there had been a scrap of hair on her", "He got out of the car, holding the sphere. \"This will do for me,\" he\n said. \"They won't be expecting anyone to come from behind the ship—we\n were wise to circle around. Now, you know what you must do?\"", "Not one\n of them understands what this means. They're afraid.\nHe clamped his lips. \"Go faster, Ingra,\" he ordered the girl who was", "of a second, Svan had considered the evidence and reached his decision.\n Masked by the table, his hand, still holding the pencil, moved swiftly\n beneath the table, marked his own slip.", "She looked at him, and he was surprised to find compassion in her\n eyes. Silently she nodded, advanced the fuel-handle so that the clumsy" ], [ "a watch for other guards.\"\nVenus has no moon, and no star can shine through its vast cloud layer.\n Ensign Lowry, staring anxiously out through the astro-dome in the bow", "The six conspirators in Svan's old ground car moved slowly along the\n main street of the native town. Two Earth-ship sailors, unarmed except", "\"This is the plan,\" he said. \"We will go, all six of us, in my ground\n car, to look at the Earth-ship. No one will suspect—the whole city", "The girl, Ingra, gasped something indistinguishable, slammed on the\n brakes. A Venusian in the trappings of the State Guard advanced on them\n from the side of the road, proton-rifle held ready to fire again.", "Venusian mist. The native guard of honor, posted a hundred yards from\n the Earth-ship, stood stolidly at attention with their old-fashioned", "it. And the sixth person will have his chance to steal to the side\n of the ship. The bomb is magnetic. It will not be noticed in the\n dark—they will take off before sunrise, because they must travel away", "The annunciator over the open lock clanged vigorously, and a metallic\n voice rasped: \"Officer of the Deck! Post Number One! Instruments\n reports a spy ray focused on the main lock!\"", "perfectly, of course, but he was pleased to have it confirmed, all the\n same. The Executive Officer was moodily smoking a cigarette in the open\n lock, staring out over the dank Venusian terrain at the native town. He", "the bomb will not explode until the ship is far out in space. Remember,\n you are in no danger from the guards.\"\nFrom the guards\n, his mind echoed. He smiled. At least, they would", "Svan smiled, and it was like a dark flame. He reached to a box at his\n feet, held up a shiny metal globe. \"One of us will plant this in the", "Confusion furrowed the guard's hairless brows, then was replaced by\n a sudden flare of understanding—and fear. \"The Council!\" he roared.", "left. She shook them out and handed the bowl to Svan, who was rapidly\n creasing the six fatal slips. He dropped them in the bowl, stirred it", "Svan clicked off the listening-machine and turned around. The five\n others in the room looked apprehensive. \"You see?\" Svan repeated. \"From\n their own mouths you have heard it. The Council was right.\"", "He got out of the car, holding the sphere. \"This will do for me,\" he\n said. \"They won't be expecting anyone to come from behind the ship—we\n were wise to circle around. Now, you know what you must do?\"", "the guard's rifle, and they're looking for us! Thirty Earthmen, Svan,\n with those frightful guns. They fired at us, but we got away and came\n for you. We must flee!\"", "\"Good,\" said Svan. \"Then we must act. The Council has told us that we\n alone will decide our course of action. We have agreed that, if the\n Earth-ship returns, it means disaster for Venus. Therefore, it must not\n return.\"", "\"And how do you know the guards themselves don't belong to it?\" the\n Exec retorted. \"They're all the same to me.... Look, your light's gone", "guards will be called. There will be commotion—that is easy enough,\n after all; a hysterical woman, a few screams, that's all there is to", "Svan spoke up. \"We want to look at the Earth-ship,\" he said. He opened\n the door beside him and stepped out, careless of the drizzle. \"We heard", "Silently the girl picked up an opaque glass bowl from the broad arm\n of her chair. It had held Venus-tobacco cigarettes; there were a few" ], [ "\"Svan.\" The girl, Ingra, leaned over to him. Impulsively she reached\n for him, kissed him. \"Good luck to you, Svan,\" she said.", "Svan looked after them. The kiss had surprised him. What did it mean?\n Was it an error that the girl should die with the others?", "The other woman spoke unexpectedly. \"The Council was right,\" she\n agreed. \"Svan, what must we do?\"\n\n\n Svan raised his hand, thoughtfully. \"One moment. Ingra, do you still\n object?\"", "No answer. Svan jerked his head. \"Good,\" he said. \"Ingra, bring me that\n bowl.\"", "Not one\n of them understands what this means. They're afraid.\nHe clamped his lips. \"Go faster, Ingra,\" he ordered the girl who was", "Svan grunted as his fingers constricted brutally.\nSvan rose, panting, stared around. No one else was in sight, save the", "The younger woman shrank back before the glare in his eyes. She looked\n around at the others, found them reluctant and uneasy, but visibly\n convinced by Svan.", "Paralyzed, he heard the girl's voice. \"Svan! They're coming! They found", "Svan stepped closer, his teeth bared in what passed for a smile. \"It\n is urgent,\" he purred. His right hand flashed across his chest in a\n complicated gesture. \"Do you understand?\"", "with his hand, offered it to the girl. \"You first, Ingra,\" he said.", "\"By heaven, yes, I understand! You are the swine that caused this—\"\n He strove instinctively to bring the clumsy rifle up, but Svan was", "Svan smiled, and it was like a dark flame. He reached to a box at his\n feet, held up a shiny metal globe. \"One of us will plant this in the", "Svan strode back to the car. \"Hurry up,\" he gasped to the girl. \"Now\n there is danger for all of us, if they discover he is missing. And keep", "Ingra nodded, while the others remained mute. \"We must circle back\n again,\" she parroted. \"We are to wait five minutes, then drive the car\n into the swamp. We will create a commotion, attract the guards.\"", "left. She shook them out and handed the bowl to Svan, who was rapidly\n creasing the six fatal slips. He dropped them in the bowl, stirred it", "Lowry was staring at the huddled, mutilated form of Svan. He shuddered.\n The surgeon, seeing the shudder, grasped his shoulder.", "The girl, Ingra, gasped something indistinguishable, slammed on the\n brakes. A Venusian in the trappings of the State Guard advanced on them\n from the side of the road, proton-rifle held ready to fire again.", "out now. Must have been the guard. They're on the wrong side to be\n coming from the town, anyhow....\"\nSvan hesitated only a fraction of a second after the girl turned the", "She looked at him, and he was surprised to find compassion in her\n eyes. Silently she nodded, advanced the fuel-handle so that the clumsy", "Svan spoke up. \"We want to look at the Earth-ship,\" he said. He opened\n the door beside him and stepped out, careless of the drizzle. \"We heard" ], [ "Svan thought faster than ever before in his life. If there was a\n coward, it would do no good to unmask him. All were wavering, any might", "Svan clicked off the listening-machine and turned around. The five\n others in the room looked apprehensive. \"You see?\" Svan repeated. \"From\n their own mouths you have heard it. The Council was right.\"", "Each of the others had looked in that same second. And each was looking\n up now, around at his neighbors. Svan waited impatiently for the chosen\n one to announce it—a second, ten seconds....", "The six conspirators in Svan's old ground car moved slowly along the\n main street of the native town. Two Earth-ship sailors, unarmed except", "The younger woman shrank back before the glare in his eyes. She looked\n around at the others, found them reluctant and uneasy, but visibly\n convinced by Svan.", "In the palm of his hand, Svan held up the slip he had just marked in\n secret. His voice was very tired as he said, \"I will plant the bomb.\"", "She reached in mechanically, her eyes intent on his, took out a slip\n and held it without opening it. The bowl went the rounds, till Svan\n himself took the last. All eyes were on him. No one had looked at their\n slips.", "Then gray understanding came to him.\nA traitor!\nhis subconscious\n whispered.\nA coward!\nHe stared at them in a new light, saw their\n indecision magnified, became opposition.", "Svan looked after them. The kiss had surprised him. What did it mean?\n Was it an error that the girl should die with the others?", "He half turned in the broad front seat next to the driver, searching\n the faces of the others in the car. Which was the coward? he wondered.\n Ingra? Her aunt? One of the men?", "of a second, Svan had considered the evidence and reached his decision.\n Masked by the table, his hand, still holding the pencil, moved swiftly\n beneath the table, marked his own slip.", "Svan laughed harshly. \"\nThey\ndon't think so. You heard them. We are\n not human any more. The officer said it.\"", "left. She shook them out and handed the bowl to Svan, who was rapidly\n creasing the six fatal slips. He dropped them in the bowl, stirred it", "Lowry was staring at the huddled, mutilated form of Svan. He shuddered.\n The surgeon, seeing the shudder, grasped his shoulder.", "\"By heaven, yes, I understand! You are the swine that caused this—\"\n He strove instinctively to bring the clumsy rifle up, but Svan was", "Svan eyed them, each in turn. There was a slow but unanimous gesture of\n assent.", "Svan stepped closer, his teeth bared in what passed for a smile. \"It\n is urgent,\" he purred. His right hand flashed across his chest in a\n complicated gesture. \"Do you understand?\"", "Svan strode back to the car. \"Hurry up,\" he gasped to the girl. \"Now\n there is danger for all of us, if they discover he is missing. And keep", "not be drawn away. I am glad I can't trust these five any more. If\n they must be destroyed, it is good that their destruction will serve a\n purpose.", "\"Svan.\" The girl, Ingra, leaned over to him. Impulsively she reached\n for him, kissed him. \"Good luck to you, Svan,\" she said." ], [ "Svan smiled, and it was like a dark flame. He reached to a box at his\n feet, held up a shiny metal globe. \"One of us will plant this in the", "\"Svan.\" The girl, Ingra, leaned over to him. Impulsively she reached\n for him, kissed him. \"Good luck to you, Svan,\" she said.", "Svan looked after them. The kiss had surprised him. What did it mean?\n Was it an error that the girl should die with the others?", "Svan grunted as his fingers constricted brutally.\nSvan rose, panting, stared around. No one else was in sight, save the", "\"By heaven, yes, I understand! You are the swine that caused this—\"\n He strove instinctively to bring the clumsy rifle up, but Svan was", "Svan strode back to the car. \"Hurry up,\" he gasped to the girl. \"Now\n there is danger for all of us, if they discover he is missing. And keep", "Svan, listening, thought:\nIt's not much of a plan. The guards would", "Svan eyed them, each in turn. There was a slow but unanimous gesture of\n assent.", "In the palm of his hand, Svan held up the slip he had just marked in\n secret. His voice was very tired as he said, \"I will plant the bomb.\"", "Paralyzed, he heard the girl's voice. \"Svan! They're coming! They found", "Svan stepped closer, his teeth bared in what passed for a smile. \"It\n is urgent,\" he purred. His right hand flashed across his chest in a\n complicated gesture. \"Do you understand?\"", "Svan laughed harshly. \"\nThey\ndon't think so. You heard them. We are\n not human any more. The officer said it.\"", "The younger woman shrank back before the glare in his eyes. She looked\n around at the others, found them reluctant and uneasy, but visibly\n convinced by Svan.", "Svan settled himself at the side of the road, waiting for his chance.\n He had perhaps three minutes to wait; he reckoned. His fingers went", "advantage ... and it was only a matter of seconds before the guard\n lay unconscious, his skull a mass of gore at the back where Svan had\n ruthlessly pounded it against the road.", "An old man shifted restlessly. \"But they are strong, Svan,\" he\n complained. \"They have weapons. We cannot force them to stay.\"", "The other woman spoke unexpectedly. \"The Council was right,\" she\n agreed. \"Svan, what must we do?\"\n\n\n Svan raised his hand, thoughtfully. \"One moment. Ingra, do you still\n object?\"", "Svan nodded. \"No. They will leave. But they will never get back to\n Earth.\"\n\n\n \"Never get back to Earth?\" the old man gasped. \"Has the Council\n authorized—murder?\"", "\"Good,\" said Svan. \"Then we must act. The Council has told us that we\n alone will decide our course of action. We have agreed that, if the\n Earth-ship returns, it means disaster for Venus. Therefore, it must not\n return.\"", "Svan thought faster than ever before in his life. If there was a\n coward, it would do no good to unmask him. All were wavering, any might" ], [ "Not one\n of them understands what this means. They're afraid.\nHe clamped his lips. \"Go faster, Ingra,\" he ordered the girl who was", "Though he had willed his eyes away from it, his fingers had rebelled.\n Instinctively they had opened the slip, turned it over and over,\n striving to detect if it was the fatal one. They had felt nothing....", "\"Good luck,\" repeated the others. Then silently the electric motor of\n the car took hold. Skilfully the girl backed it up, turned it around,", "And his eyes saw nothing. The slip was blank. He gave it but a second's\n glance, then looked up to see who had won the lethal game of chance.\n Almost he was disappointed.", "He grinned triumphantly, looking from face to face. The grin\n faded uncertainly as he saw what was in their eyes—uncertainty,", "He stared unseeingly at the light. \"Go away!\" he croaked unbelievingly.\n Then his muscles jerked into action. The time was almost up—the bomb\n in the car—", "something immense pounded at him from behind. He felt himself lifted\n from the road, sailing, swooping, dropping with annihilating force\n onto the hard, charred earth of the clearing. Only then did he hear the", "slowly, displayed the other side. \"Now what in the world would he be\n doing carrying a scrap of paper with a cross marked on both sides?\"", "Then gray understanding came to him.\nA traitor!\nhis subconscious\n whispered.\nA coward!\nHe stared at them in a new light, saw their\n indecision magnified, became opposition.", "She reached in mechanically, her eyes intent on his, took out a slip\n and held it without opening it. The bowl went the rounds, till Svan\n himself took the last. All eyes were on him. No one had looked at their\n slips.", "\"What's that?\" Lowry craned his neck. \"A piece of paper with a cross on\n it? What about it?\"", "\"Better them than us,\" he said. \"It's poetic justice if I ever saw it.\n They had it coming....\" He paused thoughtfully, staring at a piece of", "She looked at him, and he was surprised to find compassion in her\n eyes. Silently she nodded, advanced the fuel-handle so that the clumsy", "\"Go away!\" he shrieked, and turned to run. His fists clenched and\n swinging at his side, he made a dozen floundering steps before", "The surgeon shrugged. \"He had it clenched in his hand,\" he said. \"Had\n the devil of a time getting it loose from him.\" He turned it over", "Each of the others had looked in that same second. And each was looking\n up now, around at his neighbors. Svan waited impatiently for the chosen\n one to announce it—a second, ten seconds....", "left. She shook them out and handed the bowl to Svan, who was rapidly\n creasing the six fatal slips. He dropped them in the bowl, stirred it", "purpose.\nAloud, he said, \"You understand. If I get through, I will return to the\n city on foot. No one will suspect anything if I am not caught, because", "Svan smiled, and it was like a dark flame. He reached to a box at his\n feet, held up a shiny metal globe. \"One of us will plant this in the", "Svan looked after them. The kiss had surprised him. What did it mean?\n Was it an error that the girl should die with the others?" ] ]

[ "Why did the bank robbers end up crashing? ", "Why does The Scorpion go mostly unnoticed, despite reaching out to the newspaper? ", "Why does Stevenson begin to suspect a connection between the crimes?", "Why do the gangs pick Halloween night to fight? ", "Why does the Scorpion leave their signature at each crime?", "What do all 3 crimes have in common?", "What seems to be the Scorpion's motivation?" ]

[ [ "The cops used incendiary bullets to melt the tires. ", "The Scorpion somehow melted their tires. ", "They didn't realize the car they stole was damaged. ", "It was so hot outside that their tires melted and blew out. " ], [ "The police don't want to bring attention to them, because they don't believe there is a connection between the crimes. ", "Their first letter was disregarded, and their second was read by a different person. ", "The Scorpion hasn't made an appearance in person yet.", "They wrote a crank letter, and so it was completely disregarded. " ], [ "Stevenson has an overactive imagination, similar to how a previous police officer had been. ", "The nature of how the crimes ended didn't add up on their own. That, as well as the signatures, make him believe there is more. ", "Two back-to-back crimes is too suspicious. ", "The alibi of Higgins doesn't add up. He admits to leaving the signature, but Stevenson doesn't trust him. " ], [ "The schoolyard would be empty as kids would be out. ", "They could be out past curfew without suspicion. No one would question why kids were going out on Halloween night. ", "The cops would be preoccupied with other matters, and it was easy to explain why you had a weapon on you.", "The cops wouldn't be on lookout on a night like Halloween, so they can get away with doing what they want. " ], [ "To show that they \"took care\" of each criminal.", "To scare off other potential criminals. ", "To show that they were present at the crime.", "To help lead the police in connecting the crimes. " ], [ "They were ended by unexplained phenomena and marked by the Scorpion.", "They were carried out by The Scorpions, a new gang. ", "They were ended by the criminals being apprehended by the police. ", "In all 3 cases, something either melted or got too hot to handle. " ], [ "They want people to know their name and fear them, hence leaving their mark at every crime. ", "They are indiscriminately attacking people in various situations. ", "They hate criminals and work as a vigilante, punishing people as they see fit. ", "They want to cause trouble because they are actually The Scorpions, a group of juvenile delinquents. " ] ]

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[ [ "There was so much confusion that it looked as though the bank robbers\n were going to get away after all. The police cars were aiming the wrong", "Then, after the getaway car had gone more than two blocks, it suddenly\n started jouncing around. It smacked into a parked car and stopped. And", "and the car with the four robbers in it lurched away from the curb and\n drove straight down the street toward the police station. The police\n cars and the getaway car passed one another, with everybody shooting", "to keep Miss English from scratching his eyes out. Then the man with\n the gun hit Miss English on the head. She fell unconscious to the\n floor, and all three of them ran out of the bank to the car out front,", "The three bank robbers looked like triplets. From the ground up, they\n all wore scuffy black shoes, baggy-kneed and unpressed khaki trousers,", "The man who had first spoken herded the tellers, Mr. Featherhall and\n the customers all over against the back wall, while the second man\n stayed next to Mr. Anderson and the door. The third man stuffed money\n into the black satchel.", "\"It wasn't a bunch of kids,\" Stevenson told him. \"It was four\n professional criminals, I thought you knew that. They were using it in\n a bank holdup.\"", "Things got very fast and very confused then. Two police cars came\n driving down the block and a half from the precinct house to the bank,", "Hastings took one look at his car and hit the ceiling. \"It's ruined!\"\n he cried. \"What did you do to the tires?\"\n\n\n \"Not a thing, sir. That happened to them in the holdup.\"", "The bank robbery occurred in late June. Early in August, a Brooklyn man\n went berserk.", "in the grocery store down the street. There was Mrs. Dolly Daniels,\n withdrawing money from her savings account again. And there were three\n bank robbers.", "\"I'm not sure,\" admitted Stevenson. \"But we've got these two things.\n First, there's the getaway car from that bank job. The wheels melt for", "\"It was the nuttiest thing,\" said Detective-Sergeant Stevenson. \"An\n operation planned that well, you'd think they'd pay attention to their\n getaway car, you know what I mean?\"", "\"I don't know. All I know is it's the nuttiest thing I ever saw. And\n what about the getaway car? What about those tires melting?\"", "all the police went running down there to clap handcuffs on the robbers\n when they crawled dazedly out of their car.", "Meanwhile, Higgins was running through the house, shouting like a\n wounded bull. He thundered down the stairs and out, hollering, to fall\n into the arms of the waiting police.", "third one, who carried a black satchel like a doctor's bag, walked\n quickly around behind the teller's counter and started filling it with\n money.", "Hastings leaned down over one of the front tires. \"Look at that!\n There's melted rubber all over the rims. Those rims are ruined! What\n did you use, incendiary bullets?\"", "There were twelve people in the bank. There was Mr. Featherhall at\n his desk, refusing to okay a personal check from a perfect stranger.", "\"For a well-planned operation like this one,\" said Stevenson, \"they\n made a couple of really idiotic boners. It doesn't make any sense.\"" ], [ "THE SCORPION\n\n\n The warning was duly noted, and the letter filed in the wastebasket. It\n didn't rate a line in the paper.\nII", "THE SCORPION\n\n\n Unfortunately, this letter was not read by the same individual who had\n seen the first one, two months before. At any rate, it was filed in the\n same place, and forgotten.\nIII", "You did not warn your readers. The man who shot all those people could\n not escape the Scorpion. The Scorpion fights crime. No criminal is\n safe from the Scorpion. WARN YOUR READERS.\nSincerely yours,", "The Scorpion has struck. The bank robbers were captured. The Scorpion\n fights crime. Crooks and robbers are not safe from the avenging\n Scorpion. WARN YOUR READERS!\nSincerely yours,", "Stevenson followed Hastings' pointing finger, and saw again the\n crudely-lettered words, \"The Scorpion\" burned black into the paint of", "burned in 'The Scorpion' in big black letters you could see half a\n block away.\"", "The day after Jerome Higgins went berserk, the afternoon mail brought a\n crank letter to the\nDaily News\n:\n\n\n Dear Mr. Editor,", "\"Murder! Murder!\" At this point, neighbors called the police. One\n neighbor additionally phoned three newspapers and two television\n stations, thereby earning forty dollars in \"news-tips\" rewards.", "write 'The Golden Avengers' on the plate glass in lipstick. It happens\n all the time. Why not 'The Scorpion'? It couldn't occur to two people?\"", "The letter itself was in the same format. It was brief and to the point:\n\n\n Dear Mr. Editor:", "no reason at all, and somebody burns 'The Scorpion' onto the trunk.\n Then, yesterday, this guy Higgins out in Canarsie. He says the rifle", "The Friday afternoon mail delivery to the\nDaily News\nbrought a crank", "\"I'm afraid it is, Captain,\" said Stevenson. \"Did you see the morning\n paper?\"\n\n\n \"So what?\"\n\n\n \"Did you see that thing about the gang fight up in Manhattan?\"", "Captain Hanks sighed. \"Stevenson,\" he said wearily, \"are you going to\n try to connect every single time the word 'scorpion' comes up? What's\n the problem with this one? These kid gangs have names, so what?\"", "all of a sudden got too hot to hold, and he's got the burn marks to\n prove it. And there on the rifle stock it is again. 'The Scorpion'.\"", "pull them off and throw them away. And when the jackets were later\n collected, across the name of the gang on the back of each one had been\n branded 'The Scorpion.'\"", "newspaper and glued to the envelope. There was no return address.", "Scorpion.\"\nYou don't get to be Precinct Captain on nothing but political\n connections. Those help, of course, but you need more than that. As", "The man by the door caught Miss English in a bear hug. She promptly did\n her best to scratch his eyes out. Meanwhile, Mr. Anderson went scooting", "They had trouble holding him. At first they thought he was actually\n trying to get away, but then one of them heard what it was he was\n shouting: \"My hands! My hands!\"" ], [ "\"Of course not!\"\n\n\n Stevenson frowned. \"Now, why in the world did they do that?\"\n\n\n \"I suggest,\" said Hastings with heavy sarcasm, \"you ask them that.\"", "Stevenson followed Hastings' pointing finger, and saw again the\n crudely-lettered words, \"The Scorpion\" burned black into the paint of", "\"I guess,\" said Stevenson slowly, thinking it out as he went along, \"I\n guess I'm trying to prove that somebody melted those tires, and made\n that rifle too hot, and left his signature behind.\"", "\"The car was stolen,\" Stevenson reminded him.\n\n\n Hastings grumbled and glared. \"It's always been perfectly safe up till\n now.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir. In here.\"", "\"What? You mean like in the comic books? Come on, Stevenson! What are\n you trying to hand me?\"\n\n\n \"All I know,\" insisted Stevenson, \"is what I see.\"", "Stevenson. Stevenson frowned thoughtfully at Higgins as that unhappy\n individual was led away, and then strolled over to look at the rifle.\n He touched the stock, and it was somewhat warm but that was all.", "Stevenson shook his head. \"No, sir. When that happened they were two\n blocks away from the nearest policeman.\"", "\"I'm afraid it is, Captain,\" said Stevenson. \"Did you see the morning\n paper?\"\n\n\n \"So what?\"\n\n\n \"Did you see that thing about the gang fight up in Manhattan?\"", "you the\n explanation. Look, Stevenson, I'm a busy man. You got a nutty\n idea—like Wilcox a few years ago, remember him? Got the idea there", "\"He noticed it all of a sudden, when it started to burn him.\"\n\n\n \"How come the same name showed up each time, then?\" Stevenson asked\n desperately.", "\"He put it on there himself, Stevenson,\" said the captain with weary\n patience. \"What are you trying to prove?\"", "\"Good. The car's in the police garage, around the corner. If you'd come\n with me?\"\nOn the way around, Stevenson said, \"I believe you reported the car\n stolen almost immediately after it happened.\"", "\"I'm not sure,\" admitted Stevenson. \"But we've got these two things.\n First, there's the getaway car from that bank job. The wheels melt for", "Captain Hanks sighed. \"Stevenson,\" he said wearily, \"are you going to\n try to connect every single time the word 'scorpion' comes up? What's\n the problem with this one? These kid gangs have names, so what?\"", "blow out and there they are.\" Stevenson shook his head. \"I can't figure\n it.\"", "\"And\nthat\ndoesn't make sense, either,\" said Stevenson. \"Why steal a\n car that could be identified as easily as that one?\"\n\n\n \"Why? What was it, a foreign make?\"", "Stevenson shook his head. \"His\nlawyer\nsays he put it on there.\n Higgins says he doesn't remember doing it. That's half the lawyer's\n case. He's trying to build up an insanity defense.\"", "\"It was the nuttiest thing,\" said Detective-Sergeant Stevenson. \"An\n operation planned that well, you'd think they'd pay attention to their\n getaway car, you know what I mean?\"", "\"Right,\" said Stevenson. He followed the patrolman down the hall to the\n front desk.", "\"I remember,\" said Stevenson.\n\n\n \"Forget this silly stuff, Stevenson,\" the captain advised him.\n\n\n \"Yes, sir,\" said Stevenson...." ], [ "Hallowe'en is a good time for a rumble. There's too many kids around\n for the cops to keep track of all of them, and if you're picked up", "The time was chosen: Hallowe'en. The place was chosen: the schoolyard.\n The weapons were chosen: pocket knives and tire chains okay, but no", "pistols or zip-guns. The time was fixed: eleven P.M. And the winner\n would have undisputed territorial rights to the schoolyard, both\n entrances.", "had been all. Finally, the War Lords from the two gangs had met, and\n determined that the matter could only be settled in a war.", "The night of the rumble, the gangs assembled in their separate\n clubrooms for last-minute instructions. Debs were sent out to play", "The guys from both gangs were dancing. They were jumping around, waving\n their arms, throwing their weapons away. Then they all started pulling", "\"All right. Here's what they say happened: They say they started\n fighting at eleven o'clock. And they just got going when all at once", "particularly on Hallowe'en. Judy leaned her back against the telephone\n pole on the corner, stuck her hands in the pockets of her Scarlet\n Raider jacket and waited.", "\"So they changed their name,\" said Hanks.\n\n\n \"Both gangs? Simultaneously? To the same name?\"\n\n\n \"Why not? Maybe that's what they were fighting over.\"", "\"I'm afraid it is, Captain,\" said Stevenson. \"Did you see the morning\n paper?\"\n\n\n \"So what?\"\n\n\n \"Did you see that thing about the gang fight up in Manhattan?\"", "At five after eleven, a bunch of little kids came wandering down the\n street. They were all about ten or eleven years old, and most of them\n carried trick-or-treat shopping bags. Some of them had Hallowe'en masks\n on.", "\"It was a territorial war,\" Stevenson reminded him. \"They've admitted\n that much. It says so in the paper. And it also says they all deny ever\n seeing that word on their jackets until after the fight.\"", "the street on the south was Scarlet Raider territory, and both sides\n claimed the schoolyard. There had been a few skirmishes, a few guys\n from both gangs had been jumped and knocked around a little, but that", "Captain Hanks sighed. \"Stevenson,\" he said wearily, \"are you going to\n try to connect every single time the word 'scorpion' comes up? What's\n the problem with this one? These kid gangs have names, so what?\"", "the police sirens, and they threw all their weapons away. Then they\n threw their jackets away, to try to make believe they hadn't been\n part of the gang that had been fighting. But they were caught before", "\"Yeah,\" said another kid, in a black mask, \"and we're late as it is.\"\n\n\n \"I couldn't care less,\" Judy told them callously. \"You can't go down\n that street.\"", "carrying a knife or a length of tire chain or something, why, you're on\n your way to a Hallowe'en party and you're in costume. You're going as a\n JD.", "pull them off and throw them away. And when the jackets were later\n collected, across the name of the gang on the back of each one had been\n branded 'The Scorpion.'\"", "The problem was this schoolyard. It was a block wide, with entrances\n on two streets. The street on the north was Challenger territory, and", "\"Why not?\" demanded yet another kid. This one was in the most complete\n and elaborate costume of them all, black leotards and a yellow shirt" ], [ "The Scorpion has struck. The bank robbers were captured. The Scorpion\n fights crime. Crooks and robbers are not safe from the avenging\n Scorpion. WARN YOUR READERS!\nSincerely yours,", "Stevenson followed Hastings' pointing finger, and saw again the\n crudely-lettered words, \"The Scorpion\" burned black into the paint of", "pull them off and throw them away. And when the jackets were later\n collected, across the name of the gang on the back of each one had been\n branded 'The Scorpion.'\"", "You did not warn your readers. The man who shot all those people could\n not escape the Scorpion. The Scorpion fights crime. No criminal is\n safe from the Scorpion. WARN YOUR READERS.\nSincerely yours,", "write 'The Golden Avengers' on the plate glass in lipstick. It happens\n all the time. Why not 'The Scorpion'? It couldn't occur to two people?\"", "\"I guess,\" said Stevenson slowly, thinking it out as he went along, \"I\n guess I'm trying to prove that somebody melted those tires, and made\n that rifle too hot, and left his signature behind.\"", "burned in 'The Scorpion' in big black letters you could see half a\n block away.\"", "Captain Hanks sighed. \"Stevenson,\" he said wearily, \"are you going to\n try to connect every single time the word 'scorpion' comes up? What's\n the problem with this one? These kid gangs have names, so what?\"", "no reason at all, and somebody burns 'The Scorpion' onto the trunk.\n Then, yesterday, this guy Higgins out in Canarsie. He says the rifle", "all of a sudden got too hot to hold, and he's got the burn marks to\n prove it. And there on the rifle stock it is again. 'The Scorpion'.\"", "THE SCORPION\n\n\n Unfortunately, this letter was not read by the same individual who had\n seen the first one, two months before. At any rate, it was filed in the\n same place, and forgotten.\nIII", "THE SCORPION\n\n\n The warning was duly noted, and the letter filed in the wastebasket. It\n didn't rate a line in the paper.\nII", "CALL HIM NEMESIS\nBy DONALD E. WESTLAKE\nCriminals, beware; the Scorpion is on\n\n your trail! Hoodlums fear his fury—and,", "He picked it up and turned it around. There, on the other side of the\n stock, burned into the wood, were the crudely-shaped letters, \"The", "to keep Miss English from scratching his eyes out. Then the man with\n the gun hit Miss English on the head. She fell unconscious to the\n floor, and all three of them ran out of the bank to the car out front,", "Detective-Sergeant Pauling shrugged. \"They always slip up,\" he said.\n \"Sooner or later, on some minor detail, they always slip up.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, but their\ntires\n.\"", "Scorpion.\"\nYou don't get to be Precinct Captain on nothing but political\n connections. Those help, of course, but you need more than that. As", "\"Neither one of them was called 'The Scorpions,'\" Stevenson told\n him. \"One of them was the Scarlet Raiders and the other gang was the\n Challengers.\"", "The three bank robbers looked like triplets. From the ground up, they\n all wore scuffy black shoes, baggy-kneed and unpressed khaki trousers,", "\"Of course not!\"\n\n\n Stevenson frowned. \"Now, why in the world did they do that?\"\n\n\n \"I suggest,\" said Hastings with heavy sarcasm, \"you ask them that.\"" ], [ "The three bank robbers looked like triplets. From the ground up, they\n all wore scuffy black shoes, baggy-kneed and unpressed khaki trousers,", "to keep Miss English from scratching his eyes out. Then the man with\n the gun hit Miss English on the head. She fell unconscious to the\n floor, and all three of them ran out of the bank to the car out front,", "The man who had first spoken herded the tellers, Mr. Featherhall and\n the customers all over against the back wall, while the second man\n stayed next to Mr. Anderson and the door. The third man stuffed money\n into the black satchel.", "and the car with the four robbers in it lurched away from the curb and\n drove straight down the street toward the police station. The police\n cars and the getaway car passed one another, with everybody shooting", "in the grocery store down the street. There was Mrs. Dolly Daniels,\n withdrawing money from her savings account again. And there were three\n bank robbers.", "\"How should I know? And why not, anyway? You know as well as I do these\n things happen. A bunch of teen-agers burgle a liquor store and they", "As the police reconstructed it later, Mrs. Higgins had attempted to\n awaken him on the third morning at seven-thirty, suggesting that he", "The bank robbery occurred in late June. Early in August, a Brooklyn man\n went berserk.", "the police sirens, and they threw all their weapons away. Then they\n threw their jackets away, to try to make believe they hadn't been\n part of the gang that had been fighting. But they were caught before", "Hastings took one look at his car and hit the ceiling. \"It's ruined!\"\n he cried. \"What did you do to the tires?\"\n\n\n \"Not a thing, sir. That happened to them in the holdup.\"", "third one, who carried a black satchel like a doctor's bag, walked\n quickly around behind the teller's counter and started filling it with\n money.", "The time was chosen: Hallowe'en. The place was chosen: the schoolyard.\n The weapons were chosen: pocket knives and tire chains okay, but no", "Two days before, he had flunked a Civil Service examination for the\n third time. He reported himself sick and spent the two days at home,\n brooding, a bottle of blended whiskey at all times in his hand.", "\"Of course not!\"\n\n\n Stevenson frowned. \"Now, why in the world did they do that?\"\n\n\n \"I suggest,\" said Hastings with heavy sarcasm, \"you ask them that.\"", "The man with the gun cursed some more. The man with the satchel came\n running around from behind the counter, and the man by the door tried", "\"No, it was a Chevvy, two-tone, three years old, looked just like half\n the cars on the streets. Except that in the trunk lid the owner had", "\"Well,\" said Pauling, \"it was a stolen car. I suppose they just grabbed\n whatever was handiest.\"", "\"Murder! Murder!\" At this point, neighbors called the police. One\n neighbor additionally phoned three newspapers and two television\n stations, thereby earning forty dollars in \"news-tips\" rewards.", "Meanwhile, Higgins was running through the house, shouting like a\n wounded bull. He thundered down the stairs and out, hollering, to fall\n into the arms of the waiting police.", "Stevenson shook his head. \"No, sir. When that happened they were two\n blocks away from the nearest policeman.\"" ], [ "Stevenson followed Hastings' pointing finger, and saw again the\n crudely-lettered words, \"The Scorpion\" burned black into the paint of", "The Scorpion has struck. The bank robbers were captured. The Scorpion\n fights crime. Crooks and robbers are not safe from the avenging\n Scorpion. WARN YOUR READERS!\nSincerely yours,", "You did not warn your readers. The man who shot all those people could\n not escape the Scorpion. The Scorpion fights crime. No criminal is\n safe from the Scorpion. WARN YOUR READERS.\nSincerely yours,", "THE SCORPION\n\n\n Unfortunately, this letter was not read by the same individual who had\n seen the first one, two months before. At any rate, it was filed in the\n same place, and forgotten.\nIII", "no reason at all, and somebody burns 'The Scorpion' onto the trunk.\n Then, yesterday, this guy Higgins out in Canarsie. He says the rifle", "Captain Hanks sighed. \"Stevenson,\" he said wearily, \"are you going to\n try to connect every single time the word 'scorpion' comes up? What's\n the problem with this one? These kid gangs have names, so what?\"", "THE SCORPION\n\n\n The warning was duly noted, and the letter filed in the wastebasket. It\n didn't rate a line in the paper.\nII", "pull them off and throw them away. And when the jackets were later\n collected, across the name of the gang on the back of each one had been\n branded 'The Scorpion.'\"", "burned in 'The Scorpion' in big black letters you could see half a\n block away.\"", "write 'The Golden Avengers' on the plate glass in lipstick. It happens\n all the time. Why not 'The Scorpion'? It couldn't occur to two people?\"", "all of a sudden got too hot to hold, and he's got the burn marks to\n prove it. And there on the rifle stock it is again. 'The Scorpion'.\"", "Scorpion.\"\nYou don't get to be Precinct Captain on nothing but political\n connections. Those help, of course, but you need more than that. As", "The man by the door caught Miss English in a bear hug. She promptly did\n her best to scratch his eyes out. Meanwhile, Mr. Anderson went scooting", "to keep Miss English from scratching his eyes out. Then the man with\n the gun hit Miss English on the head. She fell unconscious to the\n floor, and all three of them ran out of the bank to the car out front,", "Higgins had showed himself to the Zoomar lens again, for the purpose of\n shooting either the camera or its operator. All at once he yelped and", "They had trouble holding him. At first they thought he was actually\n trying to get away, but then one of them heard what it was he was\n shouting: \"My hands! My hands!\"", "CALL HIM NEMESIS\nBy DONALD E. WESTLAKE\nCriminals, beware; the Scorpion is on\n\n your trail! Hoodlums fear his fury—and,", "\"Of course not!\"\n\n\n Stevenson frowned. \"Now, why in the world did they do that?\"\n\n\n \"I suggest,\" said Hastings with heavy sarcasm, \"you ask them that.\"", "\"It was a territorial war,\" Stevenson reminded him. \"They've admitted\n that much. It says so in the paper. And it also says they all deny ever\n seeing that word on their jackets until after the fight.\"", "\"What? You mean like in the comic books? Come on, Stevenson! What are\n you trying to hand me?\"\n\n\n \"All I know,\" insisted Stevenson, \"is what I see.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the main conflict at the start?", "What happens after the blast?", "Why does the fact that Finogenov had a wooden desk sent up to space a point of contention for Winship?", "What goes wrong just as Winship makes contact with earth?", "What goes wrong with the calking compound?", "Why do the Americans need to ask the Russians for help?", "What reason would the Russians have to drive the Americans off?", "What is the new problem the American astronauts are left with at the end of the passage?" ]

[ [ "The American astronauts can't get in contact with anyone who speaks English. ", "Winship's reefer stops working properly. ", "The Americans are unable to tell when the scheduled explosion is going off.", "The harsh sunlight is making the astronauts perspire. " ], [ "The Russians are unconcerned, meaning their job went well. ", "The dome is severely damaged. ", "Static prevent the astronauts from contacting anybody anymore. ", "The dome is still standing but suffered a leak, making a new problem. " ], [ "He wished he had the same luxury. The Americans have much less room to work with. ", "He's frustrated with the current situation and is finding himself envious of all the things they don't have. ", "It's too much of an effort to do something like that, making it a waste of time and resources. ", "To him, it's a frivolous display of power and nothing more, especially when materials like aluminum are available. " ], [ "His communications were cut off, and he has no way to talk to Wilkin. ", "He is starting to lose air and needs to have it replaced. ", "He runs out of air and can't breathe. ", "The communications equipment stops working, and the people down at Earth start to worry. " ], [ "It ends up being epoxy resin, which activates and starts melting.", "They're unsure how to read the instructions and mix it incorrectly. ", "It's the wrong substance. Because of the language barrier, the Russians set them off with the wrong barrel. ", "The barrel doesn't fit in the space they need it to. " ], [ "They don't understand the instructions for the compound. ", "They need help fixing the leak. They don't know how to use the calking compound. ", "They need more manpower to help fix the rest of the dome. ", "They need more calking compound to fix the leak. All of what they had has already hardened. " ], [ "The two stations are much too close to one another. ", "They want the sole ability to conduct research on the moon. ", "They know the Americans are ahead of them technology-wise. ", "They don't trust the Americans, the same way Winship distrusts them. " ], [ "The dome has no been compromised. ", "The barrel has destroyed their air supply. ", "The calking compound has hardened and become unusable. ", "They can no longer fix the leek in the dome. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"He's too damned suspicious,\" Major Winship said. \"You know and I know\n why they set that blast off. I tried to tell him. Hell. He looks at me", "\"He's done it deliberately,\" said Capt. Wilkins, the eldest of the four\n Americans. \"How are we going to know when it's over?\"", "in the space suits under the best of conditions, and now, with the\n necessity for speed, was doubly so. The other two crashed into them\n from behind, and they spewed forth from the dome in a tangle of arms", "of pressure, the inner lock slid open and Major Winship stepped into\n the illuminated central area. His foot was lifted for the second step\n when the floor beneath him rose and fell gently, pitching him forward,", "He peeled back a marker and let it fall. Air currents whisked it away\n and plastered it against a riveted seam of the dome. It pulsed as\n though it were breathing and then it ruptured.", "\"Boom! Boom!\" said Major Winship in exasperation.\n\n\n \"Boom!\" said Pinov happily.\n\n\n \"When?\"", "\"Come on in,\" he said dryly.\nWith the four of them inside, it was somewhat cramped. Most of the", "\"Huh?\"\n\n\n \"Out! Out!\"", "\"We're all right. A-Okay.\" Major Winship, mindful of the extent of his\n potential audience, took a deep breath. \"Earlier this morning, the", "\"These protests have proved well founded,\" Major Winship continued.\n \"Immediately following the detonation, Freedom 19 was called on to", "Next morning, before the sunlight exploded, the four of them donned\n their space suits and went and sat outside the dome, waiting. The sun", "\"Actually, I think you guys have got the general wrong,\" Capt. Lawler\n said. \"He was out, himself, to greet us. I think he was really quite\n upset by the quake. Probably because his people had misfigured so bad.\"", "Capt. Wilkins raised his eyebrows in alarm. They were face to face\n through their helmets, close together. Each face appeared monstrously\n large to the other.", "They began to get the static for the first time. It crackled and\n snapped in their speakers. They made sounds of disapproval at each", "He and the Major reached the airlock at the same time and became\n temporarily engaged with each other. Movement was somewhat ungainly", "\"Best I can do.\" Major Winship stepped back. The sheet began slowly\n to slide downward, then it fell away completely and lay limply on the\n floor.", "Major Winship, Lt. Chandler, and Capt. Lawler, recognizing the sense of\n urgency, simultaneously glanced at the drum. It was glowing cherry red.", "\"I'm going to try to look,\" Capt. Wilkins said. \"Let me go.\" He\n lumbered directly away from the dome for a distance of about fifteen", "\"That's the thing. That's the thing that gripes me, know what I mean?\n It's just insane to send up a heavy wooden desk. That's showing off.\n Like a little kid.\"", "\"What's wrong?\" came the worried question. In the background, he heard\n someone say, \"I think there's something wrong.\"" ], [ "\"I guess it's over,\" said Major Winship, getting to his feet. \"Wait a\n bit more, there may be an after-shock.\" He switched once again to the\n emergency channel.", "He was still floating toward the ground when there was an incredibly\n bright flare from inside the dome, and a great, silent tongue of flame\n lashed through the airlock and rolled across the lunar surface. The", "He peeled back a marker and let it fall. Air currents whisked it away\n and plastered it against a riveted seam of the dome. It pulsed as\n though it were breathing and then it ruptured.", "When they halted, Capt. Wilkins said, \"Get to one side, it may go off\n like shrapnel.\" They obeyed.\n\n\n \"What—what—what?\" Capt. Lawler stuttered.", "\"He's too damned suspicious,\" Major Winship said. \"You know and I know\n why they set that blast off. I tried to tell him. Hell. He looks at me", "No one bothered to respond. They sat for a while in silence while the\n shadows evaporated. One by one they clicked on their cooling systems.", "\"These protests have proved well founded,\" Major Winship continued.\n \"Immediately following the detonation, Freedom 19 was called on to", "table was sent tumbling. The flame was gone almost instantly.\n\"There went the air,\" Capt. Lawler commented.", "\"I'm going to try to look,\" Capt. Wilkins said. \"Let me go.\" He\n lumbered directly away from the dome for a distance of about fifteen", "in the space suits under the best of conditions, and now, with the\n necessity for speed, was doubly so. The other two crashed into them\n from behind, and they spewed forth from the dome in a tangle of arms", "In the airless void of the moon, the blast itself would be silent. A\n moth's wing of dust would, perhaps, rise and settle beyond the horizon:\n no more.\n\n\n \"Static?\"", "Major Winship moved quickly to cut out the emergency air supply which\n had cut in automatically with the pressure drop. \"You guys wait. It's\n on your right side, midway up. I'll try to sheet it.\"", "There was additional surface movement. The movement ceased.\n\n\n \"Hey, Les, how's it look?\" Capt. Wilkins asked.\n\n\n \"Okay from this side. Charlie, you still okay?\"", "Major Winship, Lt. Chandler, and Capt. Lawler, recognizing the sense of\n urgency, simultaneously glanced at the drum. It was glowing cherry red.", "\"Gentlemen! It doesn't make any difference,\" Lt. Chandler said. \"Some\n air must already have leaked into this one. It's hard as a rock. A\n gorilla couldn't extrude it.\"", "\"No. I've got to cool off.\"\n\n\n \"Hell, Charlie, I feel stupid sitting out here,\" Capt. Lawler said.\n \"The shot probably went off an hour ago.\"", "\"Best I can do.\" Major Winship stepped back. The sheet began slowly\n to slide downward, then it fell away completely and lay limply on the\n floor.", "\"Huh?\"\n\n\n \"Out! Out!\"", "Next morning, before the sunlight exploded, the four of them donned\n their space suits and went and sat outside the dome, waiting. The sun", "\"I can see it,\" he said. \"It's getting redder. It's ... it's ..." ], [ "\"That's the thing. That's the thing that gripes me, know what I mean?\n It's just insane to send up a heavy wooden desk. That's showing off.\n Like a little kid.\"", "\"Do you think he did that deliberately?\" Major Winship asked. \"I think\n he's trying to force us off. I think he hoped for the quake. Gagarin's", "Major Winship attempted unsuccessfully to communicate with Base\n Gagarin. \"Will you please request the general to keep us informed on\n the progress of the countdown?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov,\" came the reply. \"Help?\"", "\"I think these suits are one thing we've got over the Russians,\" Major\n Winship said. \"I don't see how they can manipulate those bulky pieces\n of junk around.\"\n\n\n They ate.", "Major Winship got down and Capt. Wilkins got up.\n\n\n \"Marker showed it over here,\" Major Winship said, inching over to the\n wall. He traced the leak with a metallic finger.", "to Major Winship, who handed it out to Capt. Wilkins. Captain Wilkins\n carried it around the drum of calking compound and set it down. It\n rested uneasily on the uneven surface.", "\"Maybe they don't make aluminum desks.\"\n\n\n \"They've—got—aluminum. Half of everything on the whole planet is\n aluminum. You know they're just showing off.\"", "wooden\ndesk. And a chair. A wooden chair. Everything\n big and heavy. Everything. Weight, hell. Fifty pounds more or less—\"", "Major Winship whinnied in disgust. \"\nNyet!\n\" he snarled. To the other\n Americans: \"Our comrades seem unconcerned.\"\n\n\n \"Tough.\"", "\"Larry,\" Major Winship said, \"why don't you get Earth?\"\n\n\n \"Okay.\"\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins got down from the bunk and Capt. Lawler ascended.", "by God, fresh lemons for the tea, the last time I was there. His own\n office is about ten by ten. Think of that. One hundred square feet. And\n a wooden desk. A", "This, in the course of some 90 seconds, was transmitted to Earth.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins's lips were desperately forming the word \"Leak?\"\n\n\n Air, Major Winship said silently.", "of pressure, the inner lock slid open and Major Winship stepped into\n the illuminated central area. His foot was lifted for the second step\n when the floor beneath him rose and fell gently, pitching him forward,", "Major Winship shifted restlessly. \"My reefer's gone on the fritz.\"\n Perspiration was trickling down his face.", "\"I guess I was just—\" Major Winship began. \"Oh, hell! We're losing\n pressure. Where's the markers?\"\n\n\n \"By the lug cabinet.\"", "Major Winship, with his deficient reefer, remained behind. Capt.\n Wilkins stayed for company.\n\n\n \"I want a cigarette in the worst way,\" Capt. Wilkins said.", "The airlock to Freedom 19 was open. \"What is\nthat\n?\" asked Major\n Winship, squinting out into the glaring sunlight.", "\"Larry, General Finogenov said he was very embarrassed by this.\"\n\n\n \"That's nice,\" Lt. Chandler said.", "\"He's too damned suspicious,\" Major Winship said. \"You know and I know\n why they set that blast off. I tried to tell him. Hell. He looks at me", "\"Little leak. You?\"\n\n\n \"Came through without damage.\" General Finogenov paused a moment. When\n no comment was forthcoming, he continued: \"Perhaps we built a bit more\n strongly, Major.\"" ], [ "Major Winship moved quickly to cut out the emergency air supply which\n had cut in automatically with the pressure drop. \"You guys wait. It's\n on your right side, midway up. I'll try to sheet it.\"", "of pressure, the inner lock slid open and Major Winship stepped into\n the illuminated central area. His foot was lifted for the second step\n when the floor beneath him rose and fell gently, pitching him forward,", "This, in the course of some 90 seconds, was transmitted to Earth.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins's lips were desperately forming the word \"Leak?\"\n\n\n Air, Major Winship said silently.", "\"Larry,\" Major Winship said, \"why don't you get Earth?\"\n\n\n \"Okay.\"\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins got down from the bunk and Capt. Lawler ascended.", "At this point, Major Winship observed for the first time that he was\n now on emergency air. He started to ask Capt. Wilkins to change his", "\"I guess it's over,\" said Major Winship, getting to his feet. \"Wait a\n bit more, there may be an after-shock.\" He switched once again to the\n emergency channel.", "Major Winship said dryly, \"Never mind. I notice it hardens on contact\n with air.\"", "Major Winship made a strangling motion and reached for his throat. One\n arm tangled a cable and jerked the speaker jack loose. Major Winship", "He was still floating toward the ground when there was an incredibly\n bright flare from inside the dome, and a great, silent tongue of flame\n lashed through the airlock and rolled across the lunar surface. The", "\"Okay,\" Major Winship gestured.\n\n\n They roused Earth.\n\n\n \"This is Major Charles Winship, Commanding Officer, Freedom 19, the\n American moonbase.\"", "\"Do you think he did that deliberately?\" Major Winship asked. \"I think\n he's trying to force us off. I think he hoped for the quake. Gagarin's", "Major Winship attempted unsuccessfully to communicate with Base\n Gagarin. \"Will you please request the general to keep us informed on\n the progress of the countdown?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov,\" came the reply. \"Help?\"", "equipment around until the emergency jacks were accessible. He\n unearthed the appropriate cable and began unscrewing the exterior\n plate to the small transmitter-receiver set on Major Winship's back.", "\"Wow!\" said Major Winship when he was once more in communication. \"For\n a moment there, I thought....\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Capt. Wilkins asked with interest.", "Major Winship shifted restlessly. \"My reefer's gone on the fritz.\"\n Perspiration was trickling down his face.", "\"I guess I was just—\" Major Winship began. \"Oh, hell! We're losing\n pressure. Where's the markers?\"\n\n\n \"By the lug cabinet.\"", "to Major Winship, who handed it out to Capt. Wilkins. Captain Wilkins\n carried it around the drum of calking compound and set it down. It\n rested uneasily on the uneven surface.", "Major Winship was squirming nervously, obviously perturbed.\n\n\n \"A-Okay,\" he said. \"Just a moment.\"", "There was a splatter of static.\n\n\n \"Damn!\" Major Winship said, \"they should have made these things more\n flexible.\"\n\n\n \"Still coming out.\"", "\"We're all right. A-Okay.\" Major Winship, mindful of the extent of his\n potential audience, took a deep breath. \"Earlier this morning, the" ], [ "\"That,\" said Capt. Lawler, \"is the calking compound.\"\n\n\n \"You're kidding,\" said Capt. Wilkins.\n\n\n \"I am not kidding.\"", "Capt. Lawler and Lt. Chandler returned with the calking compound. It\n occupied the rear section of the land car. Lt. Chandler sat atop it. It\n was a fifty-five gallon drum.", "\"So do I, Larry. Shouldn't be more than a couple of hours. Unless\n something else goes wrong.\"\n\n\n \"As long as they'll loan us the calking compound,\" Capt. Wilkins said.", "He moved for the plastic sheeting.\n\n\n \"We've lost about three feet of calk out here,\" Capt. Lawler said. \"I\n can see more ripping loose. You're losing pressure fast at this rate.\"", "\"Jesus!\" said Capt. Wilkins. \"That must be\nthree thousand pounds\nof\n calking compound. Those people are insane.\"", "\"I'll be damned surprised,\" Major Winship said, \"if they got any\n seismic data out of that shot.... Well, to hell with them, let's get\n this leak fixed. Skip, can you get the calking compound?\"", "\"You're supposed to dump the bucket of stuff in. Then clean the area\n thoroughly around the leak.\"\n\n\n \"With what?\" asked Major Winship.\n\n\n \"Sandpaper, I guess.\"", "\"No!\" Major Winship snapped.\nWith the drum of calking compound inside, both Capt. Lawler and Lt.", "to Major Winship, who handed it out to Capt. Wilkins. Captain Wilkins\n carried it around the drum of calking compound and set it down. It\n rested uneasily on the uneven surface.", "\"Gentlemen! It doesn't make any difference,\" Lt. Chandler said. \"Some\n air must already have leaked into this one. It's hard as a rock. A\n gorilla couldn't extrude it.\"", "\"Let's see. Squeeze the tube until the diaphragm at the nozzle\n ruptures. Extrude paste into seam. Allow to harden one hour before\n service.\"", "Major Winship got down and Capt. Wilkins got up.\n\n\n \"Marker showed it over here,\" Major Winship said, inching over to the\n wall. He traced the leak with a metallic finger.", "Major Winship moved quickly to cut out the emergency air supply which\n had cut in automatically with the pressure drop. \"You guys wait. It's\n on your right side, midway up. I'll try to sheet it.\"", "It was an awkward operation that took several minutes. Capt. Wilkins\n cursed twice during the operation. \"I'd hate to live in this thing for\n any period.\"", "Major Winship pressed the sheeting over the leak. \"How's that?\"\n\n\n \"Not yet.\"", "\"I don't think I've got enough pressure left to hold it, now. It's\n sprung a little, and I can't get it to conform over the rivet heads.\"", "He peeled back a marker and let it fall. Air currents whisked it away\n and plastered it against a riveted seam of the dome. It pulsed as\n though it were breathing and then it ruptured.", "Major Winship shifted restlessly. \"My reefer's gone on the fritz.\"\n Perspiration was trickling down his face.", "\"I'm going to try to look,\" Capt. Wilkins said. \"Let me go.\" He\n lumbered directly away from the dome for a distance of about fifteen", "\"I guess I was just—\" Major Winship began. \"Oh, hell! We're losing\n pressure. Where's the markers?\"\n\n\n \"By the lug cabinet.\"" ], [ "\"I could see myself asking them to ask the Russians to ask Finogenov\n to get on the emergency channel to ask you to charge the air bottle.", "Major Winship attempted unsuccessfully to communicate with Base\n Gagarin. \"Will you please request the general to keep us informed on\n the progress of the countdown?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov,\" came the reply. \"Help?\"", "\"Oh, nuts.\" Major Winship cut out the circuit. \"They've got Pinov on\n emergency watch this morning,\" he explained to the other Americans.\n \"The one that doesn't speak English.\"", "Major Winship whinnied in disgust. \"\nNyet!\n\" he snarled. To the other\n Americans: \"Our comrades seem unconcerned.\"\n\n\n \"Tough.\"", "\"The Soviet Union,\" came the reply, \"has reported the disturbance and\n has tendered their official apology. You want it?\"", "\"You told me,\" Capt. Wilkins said.\nAfter a moment, Major Winship said bitterly, \"To hell with the Russian\n engineer.\"\n\n\n \"If you've got all that power....\"", "\"I'll try again,\" Major Winship said and switched to the emergency\n channel. \"Base Gagarin? Base Gagarin?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov. Help?\"", "\"I think these suits are one thing we've got over the Russians,\" Major\n Winship said. \"I don't see how they can manipulate those bulky pieces\n of junk around.\"\n\n\n They ate.", "Major Winship, after receiving the message, discussed precautions with\n the three other Americans.", "\"Larry, General Finogenov said he was very embarrassed by this.\"\n\n\n \"That's nice,\" Lt. Chandler said.", "\"He's done it deliberately,\" said Capt. Wilkins, the eldest of the four\n Americans. \"How are we going to know when it's over?\"", "\"\nNyet\n,\" said Major Winship, exhausting his Russian. \"Count down.\n Progress. When—boom?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov,\" came the reply.", "\"Oops,\" said Major Winship. \"Just a second. They're coming in.\" He\n switched over to the emergency channel. It was General Finogenov.", "for several minutes. \"Ah, it's all Russian. Jabbering away. I can't\n tell a thing that's going on.\"", "\"Skip, help look.\"\n\n\n Capt. Lawler got down from the bunk and Major Winship mounted. \"We\n haven't got all day.\"", "\"We're all right. A-Okay.\" Major Winship, mindful of the extent of his\n potential audience, took a deep breath. \"Earlier this morning, the", "\"That's that,\" Major Winship said. \"There's nothing for it but to yell\n help.\"\nII", "Capt. Lawler and Lt. Chandler took the land car to Base Gagarin. The\n Soviet base was situated some ten miles toward sunset at the bottom of", "\"Tell him, 'Help',\" said Capt. Wilkins, \"so he'll get somebody we can\n talk to.\"\n\n\n \"I'll see them all in hell, first,\" Major Winship said.", "\"He's too damned suspicious,\" Major Winship said. \"You know and I know\n why they set that blast off. I tried to tell him. Hell. He looks at me" ], [ "Major Winship whinnied in disgust. \"\nNyet!\n\" he snarled. To the other\n Americans: \"Our comrades seem unconcerned.\"\n\n\n \"Tough.\"", "Capt. Lawler and Lt. Chandler took the land car to Base Gagarin. The\n Soviet base was situated some ten miles toward sunset at the bottom of", "\"Do you think he did that deliberately?\" Major Winship asked. \"I think\n he's trying to force us off. I think he hoped for the quake. Gagarin's", "\"He's too damned suspicious,\" Major Winship said. \"You know and I know\n why they set that blast off. I tried to tell him. Hell. He looks at me", "\"You told me,\" Capt. Wilkins said.\nAfter a moment, Major Winship said bitterly, \"To hell with the Russian\n engineer.\"\n\n\n \"If you've got all that power....\"", "\"I think these suits are one thing we've got over the Russians,\" Major\n Winship said. \"I don't see how they can manipulate those bulky pieces\n of junk around.\"\n\n\n They ate.", "\"Oh, nuts.\" Major Winship cut out the circuit. \"They've got Pinov on\n emergency watch this morning,\" he explained to the other Americans.\n \"The one that doesn't speak English.\"", "\"The Soviet Union,\" came the reply, \"has reported the disturbance and\n has tendered their official apology. You want it?\"", "\"Actually, I think you guys have got the general wrong,\" Capt. Lawler\n said. \"He was out, himself, to greet us. I think he was really quite\n upset by the quake. Probably because his people had misfigured so bad.\"", "\"He's done it deliberately,\" said Capt. Wilkins, the eldest of the four\n Americans. \"How are we going to know when it's over?\"", "for several minutes. \"Ah, it's all Russian. Jabbering away. I can't\n tell a thing that's going on.\"", "Major Winship, after receiving the message, discussed precautions with\n the three other Americans.", "\"Larry, General Finogenov said he was very embarrassed by this.\"\n\n\n \"That's nice,\" Lt. Chandler said.", "\"Just leave us alone, thank you,\" Major Winship said and cut off the\n communication.\n\n\n \"What'd they say?\" Capt. Wilkins asked.", "\"I could see myself asking them to ask the Russians to ask Finogenov\n to get on the emergency channel to ask you to charge the air bottle.", "\"\nNyet\n,\" said Major Winship, exhausting his Russian. \"Count down.\n Progress. When—boom?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov,\" came the reply.", "\"No. I've got to cool off.\"\n\n\n \"Hell, Charlie, I feel stupid sitting out here,\" Capt. Lawler said.\n \"The shot probably went off an hour ago.\"", "\"Little leak. You?\"\n\n\n \"Came through without damage.\" General Finogenov paused a moment. When\n no comment was forthcoming, he continued: \"Perhaps we built a bit more\n strongly, Major.\"", "Major Winship attempted unsuccessfully to communicate with Base\n Gagarin. \"Will you please request the general to keep us informed on\n the progress of the countdown?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov,\" came the reply. \"Help?\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nGeneral Finogenov notified Major Winship that the underground blast was\n scheduled for the following morning." ], [ "He was still floating toward the ground when there was an incredibly\n bright flare from inside the dome, and a great, silent tongue of flame\n lashed through the airlock and rolled across the lunar surface. The", "He crossed with the floating moon-motion to the airlock and entered,\n closing the door behind him. The darkness slowly filled with air, and\n the temperature inside the suit declined steadily. At the proper moment", "in the space suits under the best of conditions, and now, with the\n necessity for speed, was doubly so. The other two crashed into them\n from behind, and they spewed forth from the dome in a tangle of arms", "This, in the course of some 90 seconds, was transmitted to Earth.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins's lips were desperately forming the word \"Leak?\"\n\n\n Air, Major Winship said silently.", "\"Okay,\" Major Winship gestured.\n\n\n They roused Earth.\n\n\n \"This is Major Charles Winship, Commanding Officer, Freedom 19, the\n American moonbase.\"", "\"I think these suits are one thing we've got over the Russians,\" Major\n Winship said. \"I don't see how they can manipulate those bulky pieces\n of junk around.\"\n\n\n They ate.", "Next morning, before the sunlight exploded, the four of them donned\n their space suits and went and sat outside the dome, waiting. The sun", "The airlock to Freedom 19 was open. \"What is\nthat\n?\" asked Major\n Winship, squinting out into the glaring sunlight.", "It was an awkward operation that took several minutes. Capt. Wilkins\n cursed twice during the operation. \"I'd hate to live in this thing for\n any period.\"", "withstand a moderately severe shifting of the Lunar surface. No\n personnel were injured and there was no equipment damage.\"", "Oh.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins nodded and smiled. He reached across and plugged the\n speaker in again.\n\n\n \"... Freedom 19! Hello, Freedom 19! Come in!\"", "No one bothered to respond. They sat for a while in silence while the\n shadows evaporated. One by one they clicked on their cooling systems.", "In the airless void of the moon, the blast itself would be silent. A\n moth's wing of dust would, perhaps, rise and settle beyond the horizon:\n no more.\n\n\n \"Static?\"", "\"Larry,\" Major Winship said, \"why don't you get Earth?\"\n\n\n \"Okay.\"\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins got down from the bunk and Capt. Lawler ascended.", "weeks of emergency air. However, Base Gagarin reports no damage, so\n that, in the event we exhaust our air, we will be able to obtain the\n necessary replacement.\"", "\"He's done it deliberately,\" said Capt. Wilkins, the eldest of the four\n Americans. \"How are we going to know when it's over?\"", "\"Gentlemen! It doesn't make any difference,\" Lt. Chandler said. \"Some\n air must already have leaked into this one. It's hard as a rock. A\n gorilla couldn't extrude it.\"", "Capt. Lawler and Lt. Chandler took the land car to Base Gagarin. The\n Soviet base was situated some ten miles toward sunset at the bottom of", "Major Winship moved quickly to cut out the emergency air supply which\n had cut in automatically with the pressure drop. \"You guys wait. It's\n on your right side, midway up. I'll try to sheet it.\"", "feet, then turned and positioned himself, some five feet behind the\n table, on a line of sight with the airlock." ] ]

[ "Why was human cloning banned? ", "What is the main reason the writer takes issue with the Pope's stance on cloning?", "Why does the writer use other medical procedures as evidence to support cloning?", "How does the writer use twins in their argument?", "How do plants factor into the cloning argument?", "How would jealously possibly factor into the issue of cloning?", "Why, according to the writer, is the main underlying reason that people are opposed to cloning?", "What is the underlying defence that the writer has in defence of cloning?" ]

[ [ "It was a preemptive measure. It's too complex to allow it to be explored unregulated. ", "It is objectively immoral and \"evil.\"", "It was an easy political stance for Bill Clinton to take. ", "There was no real research behind it, so there was no pushback on a bad." ], [ "His opinion on it carries too much weight on how the ban is handled. ", "When he supports the ban, he goes beyond his position as a religious leader for a specific group of people.", "The writer feels that humans have the right to choose how they reproduce, and the Pope is disallowing that. ", "The Bible says nothing about cloning in it. " ], [ "To show that there is a demand for more reproductive aids like cloning. ", "To show that the fear of cloning is not based on science. ", "To show that reproduction has always been assisted to the benefit of people one way or another, with good results. ", "To prove the science behind cloning and to show it is based in commonly used practices. " ], [ "They show that clones already exist, and are proven to grow as individuals and have their own individual rights. ", "They show that like twins, clones use the same DNA to make people with shared characteristics. ", "They use twins to show that if clones did exist, they would grow up the same way that twins do. ", "They show that twins are a common occurrence, meaning cloning would not be such a new concept to introduce. " ], [ "They show that the idea of cloning is a possible one because some plants undergo a similar process. ", "Plant cloning is unnatural and a human-made process. ", "They are another example of how humans have influenced reproduction before. ", "They are another example of it happening in nature, and being normal in our day-to-day lives. " ], [ "Clones would be genetically superior, as they'd be able to choose what traits to pass down. ", "People may envy the social recognition that clones would receive. They'd be missing out on the same popularity. ", "Clones get in between people and their spouses. They're too separate and impersonal. ", "People would be \"losing\" a sexual advantage in not being able to reproduce a clone directly themselves. " ], [ "They don't understand the scientific reasoning enough. If they had the knowledge, they would more readily support it. ", "People are afraid of rich people and dictators being cloned and thus continued to be in power. ", "People like Bill Clinton have instilled a fear of it with his policies. ", "They are too scared of the unknown and blinded by their prejudices. They believe that cloning would usurp them in one way or another. " ], [ "There is nothing to fear about it. It can't be used for evil, and there is no evidence suggesting it will affect us negatively.", "There is nothing intrinsically unnatural or immoral about it. Science supports it, and we already owe ourselves to previous new methodologies. ", "It will be a great way to continue the populace. It will give people different options in terms of raising children, and even continuing their own lives vicariously through their clones. ", "It is going to happen anyway, so people may as well accept it for what it is and move on. " ] ]

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[ [ "Cloning humans is taken to be either 1) a fundamentally", "Calls for a ban on cloning amount to discrimination against", "researchers thought cloning humans was impossible--so, for the moment,", "Human Clones: Why Not?", "flesh. And for a politician, making noise about cloning is", "Remember that cloning", "The cloning", "to see how. So, why would a clone be different?", "the world stopped having children naturally, and instead produced clones", "feature prominently in the Bible, but cloning does not. So", "So the pope's views on cloning are 1 st century", "than cloning, because it would help me . That's a", "clone themselves. The common practice of giving a boy the", "federal funding for human-cloning research. Bills are in the works", "works in both houses of Congress to outlaw human cloning--a", "Clones already exist.", "\"deep ethical issues\" about cloning mainly boil down to jealousy.", "for sex. The people most likely to clone will be", "paved the way, direct human cloning will be one more", "step urged on all governments by the pope himself. Cloning" ], [ "So the pope's views on cloning are 1 st century", "step urged on all governments by the pope himself. Cloning", "Cloning humans is taken to be either 1) a fundamentally", "reproduce. I respect the pope's freedom to lead his religion,", "flesh. And for a politician, making noise about cloning is", "shows rather explicitly that the pope does not respect the", "Calls for a ban on cloning amount to discrimination against", "feature prominently in the Bible, but cloning does not. So", "\"deep ethical issues\" about cloning mainly boil down to jealousy.", "Human Clones: Why Not?", "The pope, unlike", "than cloning, because it would help me . That's a", "The cloning", "from research. Instead, let us raise--and yes, even clone--new", "to see how. 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[ "What would have likely happened if the bank robbers' car tires had not melted?", "What can we infer from the passage that caused Mr. Higgins to go crazy?", "Why did the tear gas that the police were using on Mr. Higgins not work to run him out of the house?", "What caused Judy's yelling to be ignored by the gangs in the schoolyard?", "If the newspapers and the police choose to continue ignoring the letters from The Scorpion, what will likely happen?", "What was the intention of Higgins' lawyer by saying that Higgins had put \"The Scorpion\" on his gun barrel himself?", "Why did the teenagers in the schoolyard all throw their weapons away at the same time?", "Why was Halloween night chosen as the time for the rumble in the schoolyard?", "Had the gun barrel not became extremely hot and burned Higgins, what would have likely happened during his standoff?" ]

[ [ "The car would have wrecked regardless and the robbers would have been caught. ", "The police would have stopped them in a chase. ", "The robbers would have gotten away from the scene. ", "The robbers would have later returned to rob the bank again and get caught. " ], [ "He was no longer happy with his wife hence why he murdered her. ", "He was tired of his job and didn't want to return.", "He was overly tired and delirious. ", "He had flunked an exam and was overwhelmed with stress. " ], [ "He was unaffected by the gas because of his deranged mindset. ", "The windows were either broken or open and he was able to throw them back out. ", "Higgins was too preoccupied by the burns on his hands to care about the tear gas. ", "Higgins was hanging out the windows shooting and was able to breathe fresh air. " ], [ "The surprise of the kids who showed up in costumes trying to return home. ", "They were already fighting and failed to hear her over the shouting. ", "They couldn't hear her over their own hollering because of the intense cold weapons and jackets. ", "They were too distracted by the approaching police lights. " ], [ "The Scorpion will likely retaliate against the newspapers in his own dangerous stunt. ", "The Scorpion will step in again, leaving his signature, and likely send another letter to the newspaper as a warning to criminals. ", "The Scorpion will likely turn evil himself and start antagonizing attacks. ", "Hanks will be proven right and show that there is no such person who is fighting crime and leaving a signature." ], [ "To avoid a trial by admitting fault immediately and getting the job done quickly", "In hopes of the judge and jury seeing the other vigilante acts of The Scorpion and cutting Higgins some slack. ", "In hopes of receiving mercy for the crimes.", "To try to use an insanity defense for Higgins. " ], [ "The police were coming and they needed to get the weapons out of their possession. ", "They didn't want the approaching children to see them holding weapons. ", "Judy was a suitable lookout and kept them distracted by yelling, \"Fuzz!\"", "The weapons became too cold to touch. " ], [ "Because on that particular night, there were no police on patrol because of the recent issues with The Scorpion.", "Because everyone was already dressed in disguise and not easily recognized. ", "Because the police would have a difficult time keeping track of so many children who were out. ", "Because the schoolyard was completely abandoned and they wouldn't need a lookout. " ], [ "Higgins' wife would have eventually been able to convince him to surrender. ", "The police would have eventually given up on their suspect and left the scene. ", "The police would have had to force entry into his home and take him into custody. ", "Higgins' sister would have eventually been able to convince him to surrender. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"I don't know. All I know is it's the nuttiest thing I ever saw. And\n what about the getaway car? What about those tires melting?\"", "Hastings leaned down over one of the front tires. \"Look at that!\n There's melted rubber all over the rims. Those rims are ruined! What\n did you use, incendiary bullets?\"", "\"I'm not sure,\" admitted Stevenson. \"But we've got these two things.\n First, there's the getaway car from that bank job. The wheels melt for", "Hastings took one look at his car and hit the ceiling. \"It's ruined!\"\n he cried. \"What did you do to the tires?\"\n\n\n \"Not a thing, sir. That happened to them in the holdup.\"", "that\nhot. And they weren't going that fast. I don't think you could go fast\n enough to melt your tires down.\"", "and the car with the four robbers in it lurched away from the curb and\n drove straight down the street toward the police station. The police\n cars and the getaway car passed one another, with everybody shooting", "Then, after the getaway car had gone more than two blocks, it suddenly\n started jouncing around. It smacked into a parked car and stopped. And", "There was so much confusion that it looked as though the bank robbers\n were going to get away after all. The police cars were aiming the wrong", "\"I guess,\" said Stevenson slowly, thinking it out as he went along, \"I\n guess I'm trying to prove that somebody melted those tires, and made\n that rifle too hot, and left his signature behind.\"", "to keep Miss English from scratching his eyes out. Then the man with\n the gun hit Miss English on the head. She fell unconscious to the\n floor, and all three of them ran out of the bank to the car out front,", "they could get out of the schoolyard. If the squad cars had showed\n up a minute later, the schoolyard wouldn't have had anything in it\n but weapons and jackets, and the kids would have been all over the", "Things got very fast and very confused then. Two police cars came\n driving down the block and a half from the precinct house to the bank,", "\"It was the nuttiest thing,\" said Detective-Sergeant Stevenson. \"An\n operation planned that well, you'd think they'd pay attention to their\n getaway car, you know what I mean?\"", "\"Still and all, it's nutty. They're free and clear, barrelling out\n Rockaway toward the Belt, and all at once their tires melt, the tubes", "The three bank robbers looked like triplets. From the ground up, they\n all wore scuffy black shoes, baggy-kneed and unpressed khaki trousers,", "\"It wasn't a bunch of kids,\" Stevenson told him. \"It was four\n professional criminals, I thought you knew that. They were using it in\n a bank holdup.\"", "\"What I can't figure out,\" said Stevenson, \"is exactly what made those\n tires do that. I mean, it was a hot day and all, but it wasn't", "Detective-Sergeant Pauling shrugged. \"They always slip up,\" he said.\n \"Sooner or later, on some minor detail, they always slip up.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, but their\ntires\n.\"", "\"Well,\" said Pauling, \"it was a stolen car. I suppose they just grabbed\n whatever was handiest.\"", "all the metal they were carrying—knives and tire chains and coins and\n belt buckles and everything else—got freezing cold, too cold to touch.\n And then their leather jackets got freezing cold, so cold they had to" ], [ "The day after Jerome Higgins went berserk, the afternoon mail brought a\n crank letter to the\nDaily News\n:\n\n\n Dear Mr. Editor,", "Meanwhile, Higgins was running through the house, shouting like a\n wounded bull. He thundered down the stairs and out, hollering, to fall\n into the arms of the waiting police.", "Higgins had showed himself to the Zoomar lens again, for the purpose of\n shooting either the camera or its operator. All at once he yelped and", "As the police reconstructed it later, Mrs. Higgins had attempted to\n awaken him on the third morning at seven-thirty, suggesting that he", "heard Mr. Higgins shout a number of times, \"Go away! Can't you let a\n man sleep?\"", "similar homes. Mr. Higgins, it was learned later, had suddenly erupted\n from his bedroom, brandishing a .30-.30 hunting rifle and, being", "bedroom door, apparently requesting Mr. Higgins to unlock the door and\n \"stop acting like a child.\" Neighbors reported to the police that they", "\"And all\nI\nknow,\" the captain told him, \"is Higgins put that name on\n his rifle himself. He says so.\"\n\n\n \"And what made it so hot?\"", "Higgins, thoroughly chastened and bewildered, was led away for burn\n ointment and jail. The television crew went on back to Manhattan. The\n neighbors went home and telephoned their friends.", "Stevenson. Stevenson frowned thoughtfully at Higgins as that unhappy\n individual was led away, and then strolled over to look at the rifle.\n He touched the stock, and it was somewhat warm but that was all.", "was a fiend around loose, stuffing all those kids into abandoned\n refrigerators to starve. He went around trying to prove it, and getting\n all upset, and pretty soon they had to put him away in the nut hatch.", "In the meantime, Mister Higgins had barricaded himself in his house,\n firing at anything that moved.", "Stevenson shook his head. \"His\nlawyer\nsays he put it on there.\n Higgins says he doesn't remember doing it. That's half the lawyer's\n case. He's trying to build up an insanity defense.\"", "police used loudspeakers to tell Higgins he might as well give up, they\n had the place surrounded and could eventually starve him out anyway.\n Higgins used his own good lungs to shout obscenities back and challenge", "Stodbetter, who was Mr. Higgins' sister. Mrs. Stodbetter arrived at the\n house at nine o'clock, and spent some time tapping at the still-locked", "They had trouble holding him. At first they thought he was actually\n trying to get away, but then one of them heard what it was he was\n shouting: \"My hands! My hands!\"", "and ambulance attendants, while the other used the Zoomar lens to\n search for Mr. Higgins. He found him occasionally, offering the at-home", "The man by the door caught Miss English in a bear hug. She promptly did\n her best to scratch his eyes out. Meanwhile, Mr. Anderson went scooting", "you the\n explanation. Look, Stevenson, I'm a busy man. You got a nutty\n idea—like Wilcox a few years ago, remember him? Got the idea there", "Two days before, he had flunked a Civil Service examination for the\n third time. He reported himself sick and spent the two days at home,\n brooding, a bottle of blended whiskey at all times in his hand." ], [ "The police fired tear gas shells at the house, but it was a windy day\n and all the windows in the Higgins house were either open or broken.\n Higgins was able to throw all the shells back out of the house again.", "Meanwhile, Higgins was running through the house, shouting like a\n wounded bull. He thundered down the stairs and out, hollering, to fall\n into the arms of the waiting police.", "police used loudspeakers to tell Higgins he might as well give up, they\n had the place surrounded and could eventually starve him out anyway.\n Higgins used his own good lungs to shout obscenities back and challenge", "In the meantime, Mister Higgins had barricaded himself in his house,\n firing at anything that moved.", "bedroom door, apparently requesting Mr. Higgins to unlock the door and\n \"stop acting like a child.\" Neighbors reported to the police that they", "corner, where the police had roped the block off, and occasionally Mr.\n Higgins would stick his rifle out a window and shoot at somebody. The", "As the police reconstructed it later, Mrs. Higgins had attempted to\n awaken him on the third morning at seven-thirty, suggesting that he", "Higgins, thoroughly chastened and bewildered, was led away for burn\n ointment and jail. The television crew went on back to Manhattan. The\n neighbors went home and telephoned their friends.", "similar homes. Mr. Higgins, it was learned later, had suddenly erupted\n from his bedroom, brandishing a .30-.30 hunting rifle and, being", "and ambulance attendants, while the other used the Zoomar lens to\n search for Mr. Higgins. He found him occasionally, offering the at-home", "Higgins had showed himself to the Zoomar lens again, for the purpose of\n shooting either the camera or its operator. All at once he yelped and", "heard Mr. Higgins shout a number of times, \"Go away! Can't you let a\n man sleep?\"", "At about ten-fifteen, neighbors heard shots from the Higgins residence,\n a two-story one-family pink stucco affair in the middle of a block of", "Stevenson. Stevenson frowned thoughtfully at Higgins as that unhappy\n individual was led away, and then strolled over to look at the rifle.\n He touched the stock, and it was somewhat warm but that was all.", "The man by the door caught Miss English in a bear hug. She promptly did\n her best to scratch his eyes out. Meanwhile, Mr. Anderson went scooting", "Stodbetter, who was Mr. Higgins' sister. Mrs. Stodbetter arrived at the\n house at nine o'clock, and spent some time tapping at the still-locked", "The day after Jerome Higgins went berserk, the afternoon mail brought a\n crank letter to the\nDaily News\n:\n\n\n Dear Mr. Editor,", "\"And all\nI\nknow,\" the captain told him, \"is Higgins put that name on\n his rifle himself. He says so.\"\n\n\n \"And what made it so hot?\"", "out the front door and running down the street toward the police\n station in the next block, shouting, \"Help! Help! Robbery!\"", "Mrs. Stodbetter, wounded and scared out of her wits, raced screaming\n out the front door of the house, crying for the police and shouting," ], [ "off their gang jackets and throwing them away, whooping and hollering.\n They were making such a racket themselves that they never heard Judy's", "They started to make the turn toward the schoolyard. Judy said, \"Hey,\n you kids. Take off.\"\n\n\n One of them, wearing a red mask, turned to look at her. \"Who, us?\"", "\"Fuzz!\" screamed Judy. She turned and raced down the block toward the\n schoolyard, shouting, \"Fuzz! Fuzz! Clear out, it's the fuzz!\"", "\"Yeah,\" said another kid, in a black mask, \"and we're late as it is.\"\n\n\n \"I couldn't care less,\" Judy told them callously. \"You can't go down\n that street.\"", "warning. They didn't even hear the police sirens. And all at once both\n schoolyard entrances were full of cops, a cop had tight hold of Judy\n and the rumble was over.", "\"It's a rumble,\" said Judy proudly. \"You twerps don't want to be\n involved.\"", "\"Because I said so,\" Judy told him. \"Now, you kids get away from here.\n Take off.\"", "\"Hey!\" cried the kid in the black-and-yellow costume again. And he went\n running around Judy and dashing off down the street.", "Judy was so baffled and terrified that everything was just one great\n big blur. But in the middle of it all, she did see the little kid in", "they could get out of the schoolyard. If the squad cars had showed\n up a minute later, the schoolyard wouldn't have had anything in it\n but weapons and jackets, and the kids would have been all over the", "the street on the south was Scarlet Raider territory, and both sides\n claimed the schoolyard. There had been a few skirmishes, a few guys\n from both gangs had been jumped and knocked around a little, but that", "Judy took up her position at five minutes to eleven. The streets were\n dark and quiet. Few people cared to walk this neighborhood after dark,", "The problem was this schoolyard. It was a block wide, with entrances\n on two streets. The street on the north was Challenger territory, and", "particularly on Hallowe'en. Judy leaned her back against the telephone\n pole on the corner, stuck her hands in the pockets of her Scarlet\n Raider jacket and waited.", "Judy Canzanetti was a Deb with the Scarlet Raiders. She was fifteen\n years old, short and black-haired and pretty in a movie-magazine,", "pistols or zip-guns. The time was fixed: eleven P.M. And the winner\n would have undisputed territorial rights to the schoolyard, both\n entrances.", "The man by the door spread his arms out and shouted, \"Hey!\" The man\n with the gun swung violently back, cursing, and fired the gun. But he'd", "Judy wasn't sure what to do next. If she abandoned her post to chase\n the one kid who'd gotten through, then maybe all the rest of them would\n come running along after her. She didn't know what to do.", "the police sirens, and they threw all their weapons away. Then they\n threw their jackets away, to try to make believe they hadn't been\n part of the gang that had been fighting. But they were caught before", "A sudden siren and a distant flashing red light solved her problems.\n \"Cheez,\" said one of the kids. \"The cops!\"" ], [ "THE SCORPION\n\n\n The warning was duly noted, and the letter filed in the wastebasket. It\n didn't rate a line in the paper.\nII", "You did not warn your readers. The man who shot all those people could\n not escape the Scorpion. The Scorpion fights crime. No criminal is\n safe from the Scorpion. WARN YOUR READERS.\nSincerely yours,", "THE SCORPION\n\n\n Unfortunately, this letter was not read by the same individual who had\n seen the first one, two months before. At any rate, it was filed in the\n same place, and forgotten.\nIII", "The Scorpion has struck. The bank robbers were captured. The Scorpion\n fights crime. Crooks and robbers are not safe from the avenging\n Scorpion. WARN YOUR READERS!\nSincerely yours,", "Stevenson followed Hastings' pointing finger, and saw again the\n crudely-lettered words, \"The Scorpion\" burned black into the paint of", "The day after Jerome Higgins went berserk, the afternoon mail brought a\n crank letter to the\nDaily News\n:\n\n\n Dear Mr. Editor,", "\"Murder! Murder!\" At this point, neighbors called the police. One\n neighbor additionally phoned three newspapers and two television\n stations, thereby earning forty dollars in \"news-tips\" rewards.", "police used loudspeakers to tell Higgins he might as well give up, they\n had the place surrounded and could eventually starve him out anyway.\n Higgins used his own good lungs to shout obscenities back and challenge", "Stevenson shook his head. \"No, sir. When that happened they were two\n blocks away from the nearest policeman.\"", "worrying about what's happening in this precinct and forget about kid\n gangs up in Manhattan and comic book things like the Scorpion, or\n you're going to wind up like Wilcox, with that refrigerator business.", "\"I'm afraid it is, Captain,\" said Stevenson. \"Did you see the morning\n paper?\"\n\n\n \"So what?\"\n\n\n \"Did you see that thing about the gang fight up in Manhattan?\"", "Captain Hanks sighed. \"Stevenson,\" he said wearily, \"are you going to\n try to connect every single time the word 'scorpion' comes up? What's\n the problem with this one? These kid gangs have names, so what?\"", "write 'The Golden Avengers' on the plate glass in lipstick. It happens\n all the time. Why not 'The Scorpion'? It couldn't occur to two people?\"", "As the police reconstructed it later, Mrs. Higgins had attempted to\n awaken him on the third morning at seven-thirty, suggesting that he", "the police sirens, and they threw all their weapons away. Then they\n threw their jackets away, to try to make believe they hadn't been\n part of the gang that had been fighting. But they were caught before", "burned in 'The Scorpion' in big black letters you could see half a\n block away.\"", "\"What do they have to say about it?\" Pauling demanded.\n\n\n \"Nothing, what do you expect? They'll make no statement at all.\"", "\"Good. The car's in the police garage, around the corner. If you'd come\n with me?\"\nOn the way around, Stevenson said, \"I believe you reported the car\n stolen almost immediately after it happened.\"", "pull them off and throw them away. And when the jackets were later\n collected, across the name of the gang on the back of each one had been\n branded 'The Scorpion.'\"", "and the car with the four robbers in it lurched away from the curb and\n drove straight down the street toward the police station. The police\n cars and the getaway car passed one another, with everybody shooting" ], [ "Stevenson shook his head. \"His\nlawyer\nsays he put it on there.\n Higgins says he doesn't remember doing it. That's half the lawyer's\n case. He's trying to build up an insanity defense.\"", "\"And all\nI\nknow,\" the captain told him, \"is Higgins put that name on\n his rifle himself. He says so.\"\n\n\n \"And what made it so hot?\"", "Stevenson followed Hastings' pointing finger, and saw again the\n crudely-lettered words, \"The Scorpion\" burned black into the paint of", "no reason at all, and somebody burns 'The Scorpion' onto the trunk.\n Then, yesterday, this guy Higgins out in Canarsie. He says the rifle", "Stevenson. Stevenson frowned thoughtfully at Higgins as that unhappy\n individual was led away, and then strolled over to look at the rifle.\n He touched the stock, and it was somewhat warm but that was all.", "all of a sudden got too hot to hold, and he's got the burn marks to\n prove it. And there on the rifle stock it is again. 'The Scorpion'.\"", "Higgins had showed himself to the Zoomar lens again, for the purpose of\n shooting either the camera or its operator. All at once he yelped and", "\"He put it on there himself, Stevenson,\" said the captain with weary\n patience. \"What are you trying to prove?\"", "police used loudspeakers to tell Higgins he might as well give up, they\n had the place surrounded and could eventually starve him out anyway.\n Higgins used his own good lungs to shout obscenities back and challenge", "\"I guess,\" said Stevenson slowly, thinking it out as he went along, \"I\n guess I'm trying to prove that somebody melted those tires, and made\n that rifle too hot, and left his signature behind.\"", "In the meantime, Mister Higgins had barricaded himself in his house,\n firing at anything that moved.", "You did not warn your readers. The man who shot all those people could\n not escape the Scorpion. The Scorpion fights crime. No criminal is\n safe from the Scorpion. WARN YOUR READERS.\nSincerely yours,", "As the police reconstructed it later, Mrs. Higgins had attempted to\n awaken him on the third morning at seven-thirty, suggesting that he", "corner, where the police had roped the block off, and occasionally Mr.\n Higgins would stick his rifle out a window and shoot at somebody. The", "Meanwhile, Higgins was running through the house, shouting like a\n wounded bull. He thundered down the stairs and out, hollering, to fall\n into the arms of the waiting police.", "\"He says he put that on there himself,\" said the captain.", "similar homes. Mr. Higgins, it was learned later, had suddenly erupted\n from his bedroom, brandishing a .30-.30 hunting rifle and, being", "burned in 'The Scorpion' in big black letters you could see half a\n block away.\"", "The man who had spoken withdrew a small but mean-looking thirty-two\n calibre pistol from his jacket pocket. He waved it menacingly. One of", "He picked it up and turned it around. There, on the other side of the\n stock, burned into the wood, were the crudely-shaped letters, \"The" ], [ "The guys from both gangs were dancing. They were jumping around, waving\n their arms, throwing their weapons away. Then they all started pulling", "the police sirens, and they threw all their weapons away. Then they\n threw their jackets away, to try to make believe they hadn't been\n part of the gang that had been fighting. But they were caught before", "they could get out of the schoolyard. If the squad cars had showed\n up a minute later, the schoolyard wouldn't have had anything in it\n but weapons and jackets, and the kids would have been all over the", "threw the rifle away. The rifle bounced onto the porch roof, slithered\n down to the edge, hung for a second against the drain, and finally fell\n barrel first onto the lawn.", "The time was chosen: Hallowe'en. The place was chosen: the schoolyard.\n The weapons were chosen: pocket knives and tire chains okay, but no", "pistols or zip-guns. The time was fixed: eleven P.M. And the winner\n would have undisputed territorial rights to the schoolyard, both\n entrances.", "off their gang jackets and throwing them away, whooping and hollering.\n They were making such a racket themselves that they never heard Judy's", "But then she stopped, wide-eyed, when she saw what was going on in the\n schoolyard.", "They started to make the turn toward the schoolyard. Judy said, \"Hey,\n you kids. Take off.\"\n\n\n One of them, wearing a red mask, turned to look at her. \"Who, us?\"", "all the metal they were carrying—knives and tire chains and coins and\n belt buckles and everything else—got freezing cold, too cold to touch.\n And then their leather jackets got freezing cold, so cold they had to", "They had trouble holding him. At first they thought he was actually\n trying to get away, but then one of them heard what it was he was\n shouting: \"My hands! My hands!\"", "\"Hell, man, he'd been firing that thing at people for an hour! What do\n you\nthink\nmade it hot?\"\n\n\n \"All of a sudden?\"", "\"Why not?\" demanded yet another kid. This one was in the most complete\n and elaborate costume of them all, black leotards and a yellow shirt", "Everyone except Miss English ran out after the bandits, to watch.", "\"All right. Here's what they say happened: They say they started\n fighting at eleven o'clock. And they just got going when all at once", "and the car with the four robbers in it lurched away from the curb and\n drove straight down the street toward the police station. The police\n cars and the getaway car passed one another, with everybody shooting", "pull them off and throw them away. And when the jackets were later\n collected, across the name of the gang on the back of each one had been\n branded 'The Scorpion.'\"", "A sudden siren and a distant flashing red light solved her problems.\n \"Cheez,\" said one of the kids. \"The cops!\"", "\"How should I know? And why not, anyway? You know as well as I do these\n things happen. A bunch of teen-agers burgle a liquor store and they", "warning. They didn't even hear the police sirens. And all at once both\n schoolyard entrances were full of cops, a cop had tight hold of Judy\n and the rumble was over." ], [ "The time was chosen: Hallowe'en. The place was chosen: the schoolyard.\n The weapons were chosen: pocket knives and tire chains okay, but no", "Hallowe'en is a good time for a rumble. There's too many kids around\n for the cops to keep track of all of them, and if you're picked up", "pistols or zip-guns. The time was fixed: eleven P.M. And the winner\n would have undisputed territorial rights to the schoolyard, both\n entrances.", "particularly on Hallowe'en. Judy leaned her back against the telephone\n pole on the corner, stuck her hands in the pockets of her Scarlet\n Raider jacket and waited.", "The night of the rumble, the gangs assembled in their separate\n clubrooms for last-minute instructions. Debs were sent out to play", "The problem was this schoolyard. It was a block wide, with entrances\n on two streets. The street on the north was Challenger territory, and", "the street on the south was Scarlet Raider territory, and both sides\n claimed the schoolyard. There had been a few skirmishes, a few guys\n from both gangs had been jumped and knocked around a little, but that", "They started to make the turn toward the schoolyard. Judy said, \"Hey,\n you kids. Take off.\"\n\n\n One of them, wearing a red mask, turned to look at her. \"Who, us?\"", "they could get out of the schoolyard. If the squad cars had showed\n up a minute later, the schoolyard wouldn't have had anything in it\n but weapons and jackets, and the kids would have been all over the", "\"All right. Here's what they say happened: They say they started\n fighting at eleven o'clock. And they just got going when all at once", "At five after eleven, a bunch of little kids came wandering down the\n street. They were all about ten or eleven years old, and most of them\n carried trick-or-treat shopping bags. Some of them had Hallowe'en masks\n on.", "\"Yeah,\" said another kid, in a black mask, \"and we're late as it is.\"\n\n\n \"I couldn't care less,\" Judy told them callously. \"You can't go down\n that street.\"", "\"Why not?\" demanded yet another kid. This one was in the most complete\n and elaborate costume of them all, black leotards and a yellow shirt", "\"It's a rumble,\" said Judy proudly. \"You twerps don't want to be\n involved.\"", "warning. They didn't even hear the police sirens. And all at once both\n schoolyard entrances were full of cops, a cop had tight hold of Judy\n and the rumble was over.", "Judy took up her position at five minutes to eleven. The streets were\n dark and quiet. Few people cared to walk this neighborhood after dark,", "had been all. Finally, the War Lords from the two gangs had met, and\n determined that the matter could only be settled in a war.", "carrying a knife or a length of tire chain or something, why, you're on\n your way to a Hallowe'en party and you're in costume. You're going as a\n JD.", "\"It was a territorial war,\" Stevenson reminded him. \"They've admitted\n that much. It says so in the paper. And it also says they all deny ever\n seeing that word on their jackets until after the fight.\"", "\"I'm afraid it is, Captain,\" said Stevenson. \"Did you see the morning\n paper?\"\n\n\n \"So what?\"\n\n\n \"Did you see that thing about the gang fight up in Manhattan?\"" ], [ "Stevenson. Stevenson frowned thoughtfully at Higgins as that unhappy\n individual was led away, and then strolled over to look at the rifle.\n He touched the stock, and it was somewhat warm but that was all.", "police used loudspeakers to tell Higgins he might as well give up, they\n had the place surrounded and could eventually starve him out anyway.\n Higgins used his own good lungs to shout obscenities back and challenge", "\"And all\nI\nknow,\" the captain told him, \"is Higgins put that name on\n his rifle himself. He says so.\"\n\n\n \"And what made it so hot?\"", "\"Hell, man, he'd been firing that thing at people for an hour! What do\n you\nthink\nmade it hot?\"\n\n\n \"All of a sudden?\"", "In the meantime, Mister Higgins had barricaded himself in his house,\n firing at anything that moved.", "Meanwhile, Higgins was running through the house, shouting like a\n wounded bull. He thundered down the stairs and out, hollering, to fall\n into the arms of the waiting police.", "all of a sudden got too hot to hold, and he's got the burn marks to\n prove it. And there on the rifle stock it is again. 'The Scorpion'.\"", "Higgins, thoroughly chastened and bewildered, was led away for burn\n ointment and jail. The television crew went on back to Manhattan. The\n neighbors went home and telephoned their friends.", "corner, where the police had roped the block off, and occasionally Mr.\n Higgins would stick his rifle out a window and shoot at somebody. The", "Higgins had showed himself to the Zoomar lens again, for the purpose of\n shooting either the camera or its operator. All at once he yelped and", "The police fired tear gas shells at the house, but it was a windy day\n and all the windows in the Higgins house were either open or broken.\n Higgins was able to throw all the shells back out of the house again.", "\"I guess,\" said Stevenson slowly, thinking it out as he went along, \"I\n guess I'm trying to prove that somebody melted those tires, and made\n that rifle too hot, and left his signature behind.\"", "Hastings leaned down over one of the front tires. \"Look at that!\n There's melted rubber all over the rims. Those rims are ruined! What\n did you use, incendiary bullets?\"", "similar homes. Mr. Higgins, it was learned later, had suddenly erupted\n from his bedroom, brandishing a .30-.30 hunting rifle and, being", "The man by the door spread his arms out and shouted, \"Hey!\" The man\n with the gun swung violently back, cursing, and fired the gun. But he'd", "As the police reconstructed it later, Mrs. Higgins had attempted to\n awaken him on the third morning at seven-thirty, suggesting that he", "no reason at all, and somebody burns 'The Scorpion' onto the trunk.\n Then, yesterday, this guy Higgins out in Canarsie. He says the rifle", "The man who had spoken withdrew a small but mean-looking thirty-two\n calibre pistol from his jacket pocket. He waved it menacingly. One of", "to keep Miss English from scratching his eyes out. Then the man with\n the gun hit Miss English on the head. She fell unconscious to the\n floor, and all three of them ran out of the bank to the car out front,", "threw the rifle away. The rifle bounced onto the porch roof, slithered\n down to the edge, hung for a second against the drain, and finally fell\n barrel first onto the lawn." ] ]

[ "What was the problem with the tubes of calking compound that the crew was trying to use?", "What was the issue with having Pinov on the communication system?", "What happened to cause panic during the communicaton between Freedom 19 and the Cape?", "How long would it take for the needed replacements to be delivered to Freedom 19?", "Why did Capt. Lawler and Lt. Chandler return with a fifty-five gallon drum of calking compound rather than the needed cup?", "What was the problem with having the fifty-five gallon barrell in the dome?", "What caused the explosion that resulted in the loss of air on Freedom 19?", "Why was the general said to have been upset by the quake?", "Why did Major Winship likely refuse to call for help when they could not communicate with Pinov?" ]

[ [ "They were hardening too fast when connected with air", "They took too long to harden and dry", "They were expired and unusable", "They were too small to fill what they needed" ], [ "He rarely paid attention well enough to handle the communications. ", "He didn't speak English", "He didn't know how to work the system properly.", "He always selected the wrong communcations channel" ], [ "They lost connection due to the leak.", "The speaker became unplugged.", "There was another underground atomic device fired.", "The organic air reconditioner was destroyed." ], [ "three hours", "90 seconds", "ten days", "three weeks" ], [ "The steel drum offered the extra, needed weight.", "They could only obtain the 55-gallon drums", "They needed the full fifty-five gallons for repairs", "They needed the drum for a chair." ], [ "It would be impossible to get out once it was inside the dome.", "It took up too much room in an already crowded area.", "It had a terribly overpowering smell.", "It weighed too much to be supported by the dome." ], [ "The room became too hot from overcrowding", "The calking mixture leaked onto the air tank.", "The compound mixture became too hot because of the lack of the air reconditioner", "The compound mixture was mixed too quickly." ], [ "Because his people had misfigured so bad.", "Because his work was being destroyed.", "Because the communications were left unanswered.", "Because he was scared of the damage to the dome." ], [ "He was stubborn.", "He wanted to handle the situation by protocol. ", "He wanted to be responsible for saving the day.", "He was afraid of the consequences." ] ]

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[ [ "Capt. Lawler and Lt. Chandler returned with the calking compound. It\n occupied the rear section of the land car. Lt. Chandler sat atop it. It\n was a fifty-five gallon drum.", "\"That,\" said Capt. Lawler, \"is the calking compound.\"\n\n\n \"You're kidding,\" said Capt. Wilkins.\n\n\n \"I am not kidding.\"", "\"Gentlemen! It doesn't make any difference,\" Lt. Chandler said. \"Some\n air must already have leaked into this one. It's hard as a rock. A\n gorilla couldn't extrude it.\"", "\"So do I, Larry. Shouldn't be more than a couple of hours. Unless\n something else goes wrong.\"\n\n\n \"As long as they'll loan us the calking compound,\" Capt. Wilkins said.", "It was an awkward operation that took several minutes. Capt. Wilkins\n cursed twice during the operation. \"I'd hate to live in this thing for\n any period.\"", "\"Jesus!\" said Capt. Wilkins. \"That must be\nthree thousand pounds\nof\n calking compound. Those people are insane.\"", "He moved for the plastic sheeting.\n\n\n \"We've lost about three feet of calk out here,\" Capt. Lawler said. \"I\n can see more ripping loose. You're losing pressure fast at this rate.\"", "A few minutes later, Lt. Chandler issued the triumphant cry. \"Here it\n is! Dozen tubes. Squeeze tubes. It's the new stuff.\"", "\"No!\" Major Winship snapped.\nWith the drum of calking compound inside, both Capt. Lawler and Lt.", "\"I'll be damned surprised,\" Major Winship said, \"if they got any\n seismic data out of that shot.... Well, to hell with them, let's get\n this leak fixed. Skip, can you get the calking compound?\"", "\"You're supposed to dump the bucket of stuff in. Then clean the area\n thoroughly around the leak.\"\n\n\n \"With what?\" asked Major Winship.\n\n\n \"Sandpaper, I guess.\"", "Major Winship moved quickly to cut out the emergency air supply which\n had cut in automatically with the pressure drop. \"You guys wait. It's\n on your right side, midway up. I'll try to sheet it.\"", "to Major Winship, who handed it out to Capt. Wilkins. Captain Wilkins\n carried it around the drum of calking compound and set it down. It\n rested uneasily on the uneven surface.", "\"Let's see. Squeeze the tube until the diaphragm at the nozzle\n ruptures. Extrude paste into seam. Allow to harden one hour before\n service.\"", "This, in the course of some 90 seconds, was transmitted to Earth.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins's lips were desperately forming the word \"Leak?\"\n\n\n Air, Major Winship said silently.", "Capt. Wilkins tapped his helmet and gestured for him to swivel around.\n The turn was uncomfortably tight and complicated by the restraining\n cables. Capt. Wilkins began replacement of the air bottle.", "Eventually, they accomplished the moving. They wedged the drum between\n the main air-supply tank and the transmitter. They were all perspiring.\n \"It's not the weight, it's the mass,\" said Capt. Wilkins brightly.", "It took the four of them to roll the drum inside, rocking it back and\n forth through the airlock. At that time, it was apparent the table was\n interposing itself.", "He was still floating toward the ground when there was an incredibly\n bright flare from inside the dome, and a great, silent tongue of flame\n lashed through the airlock and rolled across the lunar surface. The", "in the space suits under the best of conditions, and now, with the\n necessity for speed, was doubly so. The other two crashed into them\n from behind, and they spewed forth from the dome in a tangle of arms" ], [ "Major Winship attempted unsuccessfully to communicate with Base\n Gagarin. \"Will you please request the general to keep us informed on\n the progress of the countdown?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov,\" came the reply. \"Help?\"", "\"Oh, nuts.\" Major Winship cut out the circuit. \"They've got Pinov on\n emergency watch this morning,\" he explained to the other Americans.\n \"The one that doesn't speak English.\"", "\"Is Pinov,\" came the supremely relaxed voice. \"Help?\"", "\"I'll try again,\" Major Winship said and switched to the emergency\n channel. \"Base Gagarin? Base Gagarin?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov. Help?\"", "\"\nNyet\n,\" said Major Winship, exhausting his Russian. \"Count down.\n Progress. When—boom?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov,\" came the reply.", "\"Boom—boom!\" said Pinov.", "\"\nNyet.\n\"\n\n\n \"Pinov's still there,\" Major Winship said.", "\"Boom! Boom!\" said Major Winship in exasperation.\n\n\n \"Boom!\" said Pinov happily.\n\n\n \"When?\"", "There was a splatter of static.\n\n\n \"Damn!\" Major Winship said, \"they should have made these things more\n flexible.\"\n\n\n \"Still coming out.\"", "\"Oops,\" said Major Winship. \"Just a second. They're coming in.\" He\n switched over to the emergency channel. It was General Finogenov.", "It was an awkward operation that took several minutes. Capt. Wilkins\n cursed twice during the operation. \"I'd hate to live in this thing for\n any period.\"", "Oh.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins nodded and smiled. He reached across and plugged the\n speaker in again.\n\n\n \"... Freedom 19! Hello, Freedom 19! Come in!\"", "equipment around until the emergency jacks were accessible. He\n unearthed the appropriate cable and began unscrewing the exterior\n plate to the small transmitter-receiver set on Major Winship's back.", "This, in the course of some 90 seconds, was transmitted to Earth.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins's lips were desperately forming the word \"Leak?\"\n\n\n Air, Major Winship said silently.", "\"Nope.\"\n\n\n \"We'll get static on these things.\"\n\n\n A small infinity seemed to pass very slowly.", "\"Let me wire you up,\" Capt. Wilkins said. \"We ought to report.\"\n\n\n \"That's going to take awhile.\"\n\n\n \"It's something to do while we wait.\"", "\"He's too damned suspicious,\" Major Winship said. \"You know and I know\n why they set that blast off. I tried to tell him. Hell. He looks at me", "other. For a minute or two, static blanked out the communications\n completely. It then abated to something in excess of normal.", "\"I could see myself asking them to ask the Russians to ask Finogenov\n to get on the emergency channel to ask you to charge the air bottle.", "feet, then turned and positioned himself, some five feet behind the\n table, on a line of sight with the airlock." ], [ "Oh.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins nodded and smiled. He reached across and plugged the\n speaker in again.\n\n\n \"... Freedom 19! Hello, Freedom 19! Come in!\"", "This, in the course of some 90 seconds, was transmitted to Earth.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins's lips were desperately forming the word \"Leak?\"\n\n\n Air, Major Winship said silently.", "could no longer hear the alarmed expressions from the Cape. The effort\n was not entirely subvocal, since he emitted a little gasping cry in\n involuntary realism.", "\"These protests have proved well founded,\" Major Winship continued.\n \"Immediately following the detonation, Freedom 19 was called on to", "The airlock to Freedom 19 was open. \"What is\nthat\n?\" asked Major\n Winship, squinting out into the glaring sunlight.", "\"Okay,\" Major Winship gestured.\n\n\n They roused Earth.\n\n\n \"This is Major Charles Winship, Commanding Officer, Freedom 19, the\n American moonbase.\"", "Major Winship attempted unsuccessfully to communicate with Base\n Gagarin. \"Will you please request the general to keep us informed on\n the progress of the countdown?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov,\" came the reply. \"Help?\"", "\"This is the Cape. Come in, Major Winship.\"\n\n\n \"Just a moment.\"\n\n\n \"Is everything all right?\"", "\"Wow!\" said Major Winship when he was once more in communication. \"For\n a moment there, I thought....\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Capt. Wilkins asked with interest.", "At this point, Major Winship observed for the first time that he was\n now on emergency air. He started to ask Capt. Wilkins to change his", "He was still floating toward the ground when there was an incredibly\n bright flare from inside the dome, and a great, silent tongue of flame\n lashed through the airlock and rolled across the lunar surface. The", "It was an awkward operation that took several minutes. Capt. Wilkins\n cursed twice during the operation. \"I'd hate to live in this thing for\n any period.\"", "Major Winship moved quickly to cut out the emergency air supply which\n had cut in automatically with the pressure drop. \"You guys wait. It's\n on your right side, midway up. I'll try to sheet it.\"", "\"I guess it's over,\" said Major Winship, getting to his feet. \"Wait a\n bit more, there may be an after-shock.\" He switched once again to the\n emergency channel.", "\"We're all right. A-Okay.\" Major Winship, mindful of the extent of his\n potential audience, took a deep breath. \"Earlier this morning, the", "Capt. Wilkins raised his eyebrows in alarm. They were face to face\n through their helmets, close together. Each face appeared monstrously\n large to the other.", "There was additional surface movement. The movement ceased.\n\n\n \"Hey, Les, how's it look?\" Capt. Wilkins asked.\n\n\n \"Okay from this side. Charlie, you still okay?\"", "\"Just leave us alone, thank you,\" Major Winship said and cut off the\n communication.\n\n\n \"What'd they say?\" Capt. Wilkins asked.", "\"Oops,\" said Major Winship. \"Just a second. They're coming in.\" He\n switched over to the emergency channel. It was General Finogenov.", "air bottle, but then he realized his communications were cut off. He\n reached over and rapped Capt. Wilkins' helmet." ], [ "A new voice came on. \"We tried to contact you earlier, Major. We will\n be able to deliver replacements in about ten days.\"\n\n\n \"I will forward a coded report on the occurrence,\" Major Winship said.", "Oh.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins nodded and smiled. He reached across and plugged the\n speaker in again.\n\n\n \"... Freedom 19! Hello, Freedom 19! Come in!\"", "The airlock to Freedom 19 was open. \"What is\nthat\n?\" asked Major\n Winship, squinting out into the glaring sunlight.", "\"These protests have proved well founded,\" Major Winship continued.\n \"Immediately following the detonation, Freedom 19 was called on to", "It was an awkward operation that took several minutes. Capt. Wilkins\n cursed twice during the operation. \"I'd hate to live in this thing for\n any period.\"", "\"So do I, Larry. Shouldn't be more than a couple of hours. Unless\n something else goes wrong.\"\n\n\n \"As long as they'll loan us the calking compound,\" Capt. Wilkins said.", "This, in the course of some 90 seconds, was transmitted to Earth.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins's lips were desperately forming the word \"Leak?\"\n\n\n Air, Major Winship said silently.", "Major Winship moved quickly to cut out the emergency air supply which\n had cut in automatically with the pressure drop. \"You guys wait. It's\n on your right side, midway up. I'll try to sheet it.\"", "weeks of emergency air. However, Base Gagarin reports no damage, so\n that, in the event we exhaust our air, we will be able to obtain the\n necessary replacement.\"", "\"It can wait until later. Send it by mail for all I care. Vacuum has\n destroyed our organic air reconditioner. We have approximately three", "\"Okay,\" Major Winship gestured.\n\n\n They roused Earth.\n\n\n \"This is Major Charles Winship, Commanding Officer, Freedom 19, the\n American moonbase.\"", "\"Let me wire you up,\" Capt. Wilkins said. \"We ought to report.\"\n\n\n \"That's going to take awhile.\"\n\n\n \"It's something to do while we wait.\"", "Capt. Lawler and Lt. Chandler returned with the calking compound. It\n occupied the rear section of the land car. Lt. Chandler sat atop it. It\n was a fifty-five gallon drum.", "\"Gentlemen! It doesn't make any difference,\" Lt. Chandler said. \"Some\n air must already have leaked into this one. It's hard as a rock. A\n gorilla couldn't extrude it.\"", "Eventually, they accomplished the moving. They wedged the drum between\n the main air-supply tank and the transmitter. They were all perspiring.\n \"It's not the weight, it's the mass,\" said Capt. Wilkins brightly.", "\"Let us hear from you again in ... about three hours. Is the leak\n repaired?\"\n\n\n \"The leak has not yet been repaired. Over and out.\"", "in the space suits under the best of conditions, and now, with the\n necessity for speed, was doubly so. The other two crashed into them\n from behind, and they spewed forth from the dome in a tangle of arms", "feet, then turned and positioned himself, some five feet behind the\n table, on a line of sight with the airlock.", "At this point, Major Winship observed for the first time that he was\n now on emergency air. He started to ask Capt. Wilkins to change his", "A few minutes later, Lt. Chandler issued the triumphant cry. \"Here it\n is! Dozen tubes. Squeeze tubes. It's the new stuff.\"" ], [ "Capt. Lawler and Lt. Chandler returned with the calking compound. It\n occupied the rear section of the land car. Lt. Chandler sat atop it. It\n was a fifty-five gallon drum.", "\"That,\" said Capt. Lawler, \"is the calking compound.\"\n\n\n \"You're kidding,\" said Capt. Wilkins.\n\n\n \"I am not kidding.\"", "Capt. Lawler and Lt. Chandler came inside. Capt. Wilkins mounted a bunk.\n\n\n \"Why didn't you just borrow a cupful?\" Major Winship said sarcastically.", "\"It's this way,\" Lt. Chandler said. \"They didn't have anything but\n 55-gallon drums of it.\"", "\"We're going to have to bring the drum in,\" Capt. Wilkins said.\n\n\n \"Well,\" said Capt. Lawler, \"that will make it nice and cozy.\"", "\"No!\" Major Winship snapped.\nWith the drum of calking compound inside, both Capt. Lawler and Lt.", "Reluctantly, they backed the drum out and deposited it. With the aid of\n Capt. Lawler, Lt. Chandler got the table unstuck. They passed it over", "Major Winship, Lt. Chandler, and Capt. Lawler, recognizing the sense of\n urgency, simultaneously glanced at the drum. It was glowing cherry red.", "to Major Winship, who handed it out to Capt. Wilkins. Captain Wilkins\n carried it around the drum of calking compound and set it down. It\n rested uneasily on the uneven surface.", "\"Gentlemen! It doesn't make any difference,\" Lt. Chandler said. \"Some\n air must already have leaked into this one. It's hard as a rock. A\n gorilla couldn't extrude it.\"", "\"Well, anyway,\" Lt. Chandler continued, \"he told us just to mix up the\n whole fifty-five gallon drum. There's a little bucket of stuff that", "\"So do I, Larry. Shouldn't be more than a couple of hours. Unless\n something else goes wrong.\"\n\n\n \"As long as they'll loan us the calking compound,\" Capt. Wilkins said.", "\"Jesus!\" said Capt. Wilkins. \"That must be\nthree thousand pounds\nof\n calking compound. Those people are insane.\"", "He moved for the plastic sheeting.\n\n\n \"We've lost about three feet of calk out here,\" Capt. Lawler said. \"I\n can see more ripping loose. You're losing pressure fast at this rate.\"", "\"No. I've got to cool off.\"\n\n\n \"Hell, Charlie, I feel stupid sitting out here,\" Capt. Lawler said.\n \"The shot probably went off an hour ago.\"", "\"Well, like I said, it's this way,\" Lt. Chandler resumed. \"I told him\n we needed about a pint. Maybe a quart. But this stuff you have to mix", "\"With sandpaper?\" Major Winship said, emptying the bucket of fluid into\n the drum. \"We don't have any sandpaper.\"\n\n\n \"It's been a long day,\" Capt. Wilkins said.", "Lt. Chandler mounted one of the bunks to give them more room. \"Well,\"\n he said wryly, \"it doesn't smell as bad now.\"", "\"I'll be damned surprised,\" Major Winship said, \"if they got any\n seismic data out of that shot.... Well, to hell with them, let's get\n this leak fixed. Skip, can you get the calking compound?\"", "Eventually, they accomplished the moving. They wedged the drum between\n the main air-supply tank and the transmitter. They were all perspiring.\n \"It's not the weight, it's the mass,\" said Capt. Wilkins brightly." ], [ "It took the four of them to roll the drum inside, rocking it back and\n forth through the airlock. At that time, it was apparent the table was\n interposing itself.", "He peeled back a marker and let it fall. Air currents whisked it away\n and plastered it against a riveted seam of the dome. It pulsed as\n though it were breathing and then it ruptured.", "\"It's this way,\" Lt. Chandler said. \"They didn't have anything but\n 55-gallon drums of it.\"", "\"I was just thinking.... They really got it made, Larry. They've got\n better than three thousand square feet in the main dome and better than", "Capt. Lawler and Lt. Chandler returned with the calking compound. It\n occupied the rear section of the land car. Lt. Chandler sat atop it. It\n was a fifty-five gallon drum.", "Eventually, they accomplished the moving. They wedged the drum between\n the main air-supply tank and the transmitter. They were all perspiring.\n \"It's not the weight, it's the mass,\" said Capt. Wilkins brightly.", "\"Well, anyway,\" Lt. Chandler continued, \"he told us just to mix up the\n whole fifty-five gallon drum. There's a little bucket of stuff that", "\"Maybe so,\" Major Winship said. \"But we can't have the dome fall down\n around all our ears.\" He stood. \"Whew! You guys stay put.\"", "He was still floating toward the ground when there was an incredibly\n bright flare from inside the dome, and a great, silent tongue of flame\n lashed through the airlock and rolled across the lunar surface. The", "\"However,\" he continued, \"we did experience a minor leak in the dome,\n which is presently being repaired.\"", "in the space suits under the best of conditions, and now, with the\n necessity for speed, was doubly so. The other two crashed into them\n from behind, and they spewed forth from the dome in a tangle of arms", "\"I'm going to try to look,\" Capt. Wilkins said. \"Let me go.\" He\n lumbered directly away from the dome for a distance of about fifteen", "five hundred square feet was filled with equipment. Electrical cables\n trailed loosely along the walls and were festooned from the ceiling,\n radiating from the connections to the outside solar cells. The living", "\"Gentlemen! It doesn't make any difference,\" Lt. Chandler said. \"Some\n air must already have leaked into this one. It's hard as a rock. A\n gorilla couldn't extrude it.\"", "\"A little scale?\" asked Capt. Wilkins, rolling his eyes at the dome.\n\n\n \"That's what I told him. We don't have any little scale.\"", "feet, then turned and positioned himself, some five feet behind the\n table, on a line of sight with the airlock.", "It was an awkward operation that took several minutes. Capt. Wilkins\n cursed twice during the operation. \"I'd hate to live in this thing for\n any period.\"", "\"You're supposed to dump the bucket of stuff in. Then clean the area\n thoroughly around the leak.\"\n\n\n \"With what?\" asked Major Winship.\n\n\n \"Sandpaper, I guess.\"", "Next morning, before the sunlight exploded, the four of them donned\n their space suits and went and sat outside the dome, waiting. The sun", "\"Oh, my,\" said Capt. Wilkins. \"I suppose it's a steel drum. Those\n things must weigh....\"" ], [ "The airlock to Freedom 19 was open. \"What is\nthat\n?\" asked Major\n Winship, squinting out into the glaring sunlight.", "Oh.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins nodded and smiled. He reached across and plugged the\n speaker in again.\n\n\n \"... Freedom 19! Hello, Freedom 19! Come in!\"", "Major Winship moved quickly to cut out the emergency air supply which\n had cut in automatically with the pressure drop. \"You guys wait. It's\n on your right side, midway up. I'll try to sheet it.\"", "He was still floating toward the ground when there was an incredibly\n bright flare from inside the dome, and a great, silent tongue of flame\n lashed through the airlock and rolled across the lunar surface. The", "This, in the course of some 90 seconds, was transmitted to Earth.\n\n\n Capt. Wilkins's lips were desperately forming the word \"Leak?\"\n\n\n Air, Major Winship said silently.", "\"These protests have proved well founded,\" Major Winship continued.\n \"Immediately following the detonation, Freedom 19 was called on to", "At this point, Major Winship observed for the first time that he was\n now on emergency air. He started to ask Capt. Wilkins to change his", "\"I guess I was just—\" Major Winship began. \"Oh, hell! We're losing\n pressure. Where's the markers?\"\n\n\n \"By the lug cabinet.\"", "\"Gentlemen! It doesn't make any difference,\" Lt. Chandler said. \"Some\n air must already have leaked into this one. It's hard as a rock. A\n gorilla couldn't extrude it.\"", "He moved for the plastic sheeting.\n\n\n \"We've lost about three feet of calk out here,\" Capt. Lawler said. \"I\n can see more ripping loose. You're losing pressure fast at this rate.\"", "He peeled back a marker and let it fall. Air currents whisked it away\n and plastered it against a riveted seam of the dome. It pulsed as\n though it were breathing and then it ruptured.", "He crossed with the floating moon-motion to the airlock and entered,\n closing the door behind him. The darkness slowly filled with air, and\n the temperature inside the suit declined steadily. At the proper moment", "table was sent tumbling. The flame was gone almost instantly.\n\"There went the air,\" Capt. Lawler commented.", "It was an awkward operation that took several minutes. Capt. Wilkins\n cursed twice during the operation. \"I'd hate to live in this thing for\n any period.\"", "in the space suits under the best of conditions, and now, with the\n necessity for speed, was doubly so. The other two crashed into them\n from behind, and they spewed forth from the dome in a tangle of arms", "his helmet against the speaker and then shook his head sadly. \"We can't\n hear anything without any air.\"", "\"Okay,\" Major Winship gestured.\n\n\n They roused Earth.\n\n\n \"This is Major Charles Winship, Commanding Officer, Freedom 19, the\n American moonbase.\"", "air bottle, but then he realized his communications were cut off. He\n reached over and rapped Capt. Wilkins' helmet.", "feet, then turned and positioned himself, some five feet behind the\n table, on a line of sight with the airlock.", "In the airless void of the moon, the blast itself would be silent. A\n moth's wing of dust would, perhaps, rise and settle beyond the horizon:\n no more.\n\n\n \"Static?\"" ], [ "\"Actually, I think you guys have got the general wrong,\" Capt. Lawler\n said. \"He was out, himself, to greet us. I think he was really quite\n upset by the quake. Probably because his people had misfigured so bad.\"", "\"I guess it's over,\" said Major Winship, getting to his feet. \"Wait a\n bit more, there may be an after-shock.\" He switched once again to the\n emergency channel.", "\"Do you think he did that deliberately?\" Major Winship asked. \"I think\n he's trying to force us off. I think he hoped for the quake. Gagarin's", "much regret this. Very much so. I am very distressed. Depressed. After\n repeatedly assuring you there was no danger of a quake—and then to", "Major Winship was squirming nervously, obviously perturbed.\n\n\n \"A-Okay,\" he said. \"Just a moment.\"", "\"He's too damned suspicious,\" Major Winship said. \"You know and I know\n why they set that blast off. I tried to tell him. Hell. He looks at me", "could no longer hear the alarmed expressions from the Cape. The effort\n was not entirely subvocal, since he emitted a little gasping cry in\n involuntary realism.", "off balance. He stumbled against the table and ended up seated beside\n the radio equipment. The ground moved again.", "\"Larry, General Finogenov said he was very embarrassed by this.\"\n\n\n \"That's nice,\" Lt. Chandler said.", "\"Well,\" Lt. Chandler commented, \"even though we didn't build this thing\n to withstand a moonquake, it seems to have stood up all right.\"", "\"Okay,\" Major Winship said. \"We told them this might happen,\" he added\n bitterly.\n\n\n There was a wait during which everyone seemed to be holding their\n breath.", "\"Little leak. You?\"\n\n\n \"Came through without damage.\" General Finogenov paused a moment. When\n no comment was forthcoming, he continued: \"Perhaps we built a bit more\n strongly, Major.\"", "When they halted, Capt. Wilkins said, \"Get to one side, it may go off\n like shrapnel.\" They obeyed.\n\n\n \"What—what—what?\" Capt. Lawler stuttered.", "\"What's wrong?\" came the worried question. In the background, he heard\n someone say, \"I think there's something wrong.\"", "\"Yeah,\" said Captain Lawler, \"and he looked at us with that mute,\n surprised look, like everybody, everywhere has dozens of little\n scales.\"", "\"Oops,\" said Major Winship. \"Just a second. They're coming in.\" He\n switched over to the emergency channel. It was General Finogenov.", "Major Winship shifted restlessly. \"My reefer's gone on the fritz.\"\n Perspiration was trickling down his face.", "There was additional surface movement. The movement ceased.\n\n\n \"Hey, Les, how's it look?\" Capt. Wilkins asked.\n\n\n \"Okay from this side. Charlie, you still okay?\"", "\"Maybe so,\" Major Winship said. \"But we can't have the dome fall down\n around all our ears.\" He stood. \"Whew! You guys stay put.\"", "of pressure, the inner lock slid open and Major Winship stepped into\n the illuminated central area. His foot was lifted for the second step\n when the floor beneath him rose and fell gently, pitching him forward," ], [ "Major Winship attempted unsuccessfully to communicate with Base\n Gagarin. \"Will you please request the general to keep us informed on\n the progress of the countdown?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov,\" came the reply. \"Help?\"", "\"Oh, nuts.\" Major Winship cut out the circuit. \"They've got Pinov on\n emergency watch this morning,\" he explained to the other Americans.\n \"The one that doesn't speak English.\"", "\"I'll try again,\" Major Winship said and switched to the emergency\n channel. \"Base Gagarin? Base Gagarin?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov. Help?\"", "\"\nNyet\n,\" said Major Winship, exhausting his Russian. \"Count down.\n Progress. When—boom?\"\n\n\n \"Is Pinov,\" came the reply.", "\"Tell him, 'Help',\" said Capt. Wilkins, \"so he'll get somebody we can\n talk to.\"\n\n\n \"I'll see them all in hell, first,\" Major Winship said.", "Major Winship whinnied in disgust. \"\nNyet!\n\" he snarled. To the other\n Americans: \"Our comrades seem unconcerned.\"\n\n\n \"Tough.\"", "\"Just leave us alone, thank you,\" Major Winship said and cut off the\n communication.\n\n\n \"What'd they say?\" Capt. Wilkins asked.", "\"That's that,\" Major Winship said. \"There's nothing for it but to yell\n help.\"\nII", "\"Charlie! Charlie!\"\n\n\n \"I'm okay,\" Major Winship answered. \"Okay! Okay!\"\n\n\n \"It's—\"", "\"I guess it's over,\" said Major Winship, getting to his feet. \"Wait a\n bit more, there may be an after-shock.\" He switched once again to the\n emergency channel.", "\"Okay,\" Major Winship said. \"We told them this might happen,\" he added\n bitterly.\n\n\n There was a wait during which everyone seemed to be holding their\n breath.", "\"Boom! Boom!\" said Major Winship in exasperation.\n\n\n \"Boom!\" said Pinov happily.\n\n\n \"When?\"", "At this point, Major Winship observed for the first time that he was\n now on emergency air. He started to ask Capt. Wilkins to change his", "\"\nNyet.\n\"\n\n\n \"Pinov's still there,\" Major Winship said.", "\"Wow!\" said Major Winship when he was once more in communication. \"For\n a moment there, I thought....\"\n\n\n \"What?\" Capt. Wilkins asked with interest.", "\"Oops,\" said Major Winship. \"Just a second. They're coming in.\" He\n switched over to the emergency channel. It was General Finogenov.", "\"I guess we ought to.\" Major Winship came down from the bunk and\n sat with his back toward the transmitter. Capt. Wilkins slewed the", "Major Winship, with his deficient reefer, remained behind. Capt.\n Wilkins stayed for company.\n\n\n \"I want a cigarette in the worst way,\" Capt. Wilkins said.", "\"He's too damned suspicious,\" Major Winship said. \"You know and I know\n why they set that blast off. I tried to tell him. Hell. He looks at me", "\"No, no. Oh, no, no, no, no. Major Winship, please believe me. I very" ] ]

[ "Why does the author say that the imposing the ban was a contradiction by whom it was imposed?", "Who placed the ban on funding for human cloning research?", "Why does the author say the pope does not respect freedom of other?", "From the passage, are we able to infer that the author is for or against cloning and why?", "What concern was raised in recent years that is similar to cloning?", "What does the auther say the fear of cloning is a form of?", "Who does the author believe would be most upsetting possibity to clone themselves?", "What would the world be like if people stopped having children naturally and started producing clones of themselves?", "Despite the federal ban on funding human cloning research, how much funding has been stopped?", "According to the author, if human cloning were allowed, how much of the population would be affected?" ]

[ [ "Because he has shown interest in cloning himself", "Because he lacked the means to ban cloning", "Because he is known for not resisting temptation of the flesh", "Because he was only banning the nonexistent to show power" ], [ "Congress", "President Bush ", "President Clinton", "The Federal Funding Agency " ], [ "He wants all people to follow his set of laws", "He expects all citizens to live by his standards", "He tried to extend his power beyond his jurisdiction", "His views are too far dated " ], [ "Against, because he says humans have no right to reproduce themselves", "Against, because he fears the cloned warriors", "For, because he says that humans have the right to reproduce how they see fit. ", "For, because he hopes for the cloned warriors" ], [ "Genetic engineering ", "Same DNA in identical twins", "Surfacing long-lost twins", "IVF" ], [ "Evolution ", "Racism", "Unpredictable reproduction", "Genetic engineering" ], [ "The rich with big egos", "The normal men", "The elderly who wanted to cheat death", "The normal women " ], [ "More dangerous than now", "Less individualistic", "The same as now. ", "More unique" ], [ "Less than half", "All funding", "Over half", "Almost none" ], [ "All of the population ", "None of the population", "Only a tiny fraction of the population", "Over half the population" ] ]

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[ "Why was the mission of the Pandora initially referred to as a “fool’s errand”?", "Why were the cadets outside alone?", "How was Hennessy’s ship found?", "How did Gwayne subdue the alien leader?", "Why did Gwayne ask the alien leader about barmaids and puppies?", "Who were the horde members?", "What is the power of the blobs?", "What lie does Gwayne plan to tell the crew?", "What is the reasoning behind Gwayne’s decision?", "What is the future of the Pandora?" ]

[ [ "The original exploration party had already reported back about the planet.", "They had already learned everything they could about the blobs.", "They had found Hennessy’s crew.", "The crew hadn’t found anything new or dangerous." ], [ "They were lost.", "They were young and untrained.", "They were on a mission.", "They were insubordinate." ], [ "Rain moved the haze long enough to spot it.", "Searchers found it by walking around with metal detectors.", "A landslide exposed its location buried in a deep gorge.", "The crew approached the Pandora." ], [ "He ran over it with the Jeep.", "He wrestled it with his hands.", "The leader surrendered.", "He used a spear to injure it." ], [ "To see if he spoke English.", "To test if he was Hennessy.", "To test if he was familiar with Earth culture.", "To get him to speak so he could listen to the sound of his voice." ], [ "Angry aliens", "Aliens pretending to be Hennessy’s crew and the children of the exploring party", "Lonely aliens \n", "Hennessy’s crew and the children of the exploring party" ], [ "To make creatures sleep.", "To change creatures to adapt to a new environment.", "To change creatures so they go insane.", "To make creatures die." ], [ "There is not enough fuel to get back to Earth.", "The ship is broken.", "Earth no longer exists.", "Everyone is already infected." ], [ "They can take the information they learned to improve conditions on Earth.", "Earth is struggling to find suitable colonies, so they need to rescue the people here and keep looking.", "They can bring more people to this planet to live.", "Earth is struggling to find suitable colonies, and this planet has proven to be livable despite the drawbacks." ], [ "It will stay on the planet forever.", "It will return to Earth to report back on what they found.", "It will rescue Hennessy’s crew and the exploring party.", "It will remain in space." ] ]

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[ [ "unevenly in the mucky surface of the ugly world outside. She seemed to\n be restless to end her fool's errand here, two hundred light years from", "It was the only thing they could do. Earth needed a place to plant her\n seed, but no world other than Earth could ever be trusted to preserve\n that seed for generation after generation. Some worlds already were\n becoming uncertain.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe Starship\nPandora\ncreaked and groaned as her landing pads settled", "Earth had ordered him to detour here, after leaving his load of\n deep-sleep stored colonists on Official World 71, to check on any sign", "food would kill us. We've got to stay here. We'll bury the ships deeper\n this time, and Earth won't find us. They can't risk trying a colony", "And there were no worlds perfect for him, as Earth had been. The\n explorers went out in desperation to find what they could; the", "fuel dumped? Only men would have known how to do that. And who told\n these creatures that a space ship's metal finders could be fooled by a", "They were perhaps a thousand yards away, waiting patiently. For what?\n For the return of their leader—or for something that would give the\n ship to them?", "\"And they don't have to be close to do it. We've all been outside the\n hull. It doesn't show yet—but we're changed. In another month, Earth", "\"It was the blobs,\" he summarized it. \"They seem to be amused by men.\n They don't require anything from us, but they like us around. Hennessy", "as rich a set of bloodlines as possible to give the new race strength.\n The fifty men and women on this ship will be needed to start them with\n a decent chance. We can't go to Earth, where nobody would believe or", "set the combinations and pressed the studs. There was a hiss and gurgle\n as the great tanks of fuel discharged their contents out onto the\n ground where no ingenuity could ever recover it to bring life to the", "But\nsomething\nhad happened to the exploration party fifteen years\n back, and to the more recent ship under Hennessy that was sent to check", "of the strange worlds would let men spread his seed again. Maybe none\n would be spawning grounds for mankind in spite of the efforts. Each was\n precious as a haven for the race.", "In another ten years, the sun would explode, leaving man only on the\n footholds he was trying to dig among other solar systems. Maybe some", "\"Troglodytes, maybe,\" Gwayne guessed. \"Anyhow, send for me when you get\n anything. I've got to get this ship back to Earth. We're overstaying\n our time here already.\"", "There was no time for suits or helmets. The air on the planet was\n irritating and vile smelling, but it could be breathed. He leaped to", "\"No,\" he told her. \"Replenish the stars.\"\n\n\n But she was no longer listening, and that part of his idea could wait.", "The blobs had left the herd. Now the three were streaking at fantastic\n speed to a spot near the ship, to hover excitedly above something that\n moved there.", "\"I hope so,\" Gwayne told him. \"I want that thing to live—and you're\n detailed to save it and revive it. Find out if it can make sign" ], [ "There was no sign of the cadets at first. Then Gwayne spotted them;\n surrounded by the menacing horde. Seen from here, the things looked\n horrible in a travesty of manhood.", "He saw the two cadets then, heading back to the waiting ship, just\n beyond the movement he'd seen through the mist.", "our two cadets sneaked out again. Barker followed them, but lost them\n in the murk. I've kept a signal going to guide them back.\"", "leader. The thing was standing directly ahead of him, a cadet on each\n shoulder.", "The reports from the cadets were satisfactory enough. They'd been\n picked up and carried, but no harm had been done them. Now they were", "to help. They'd have to get to the group with the cadets in a hurry or\n the horde would all vanish in the uneven ground, hidden by the fog.", "Another jeep had drawn up, and men were examining the cadets. Pinelli\n was either laughing or crying, and Kaufman was trying to break free to", "Whatever was making the fog swirl must have reached higher ground.\n Something began to heave upwards. It was too far to see clearly, but\n Gwayne grabbed the microphone, yelling into the radio toward the cadets.", "as cadets on their twelfth birthday. The two he'd drawn, Kaufman and\n Pinelli, seemed to be totally devoid of any sense of caution.", "eight feet tall, leading the others directly toward the spacesuited\n cadets. Some of the horde were carrying spears or sticks. There was a\n momentary halt, and then the leader lifted one arm, as if motioning the", "about, two of them grabbing up the cadets. The jeep was doing twenty\n miles an hour now, but the horde began to increase the distance, in\n spite of the load of the two struggling boys! The creatures dived", "They were perhaps a thousand yards away, waiting patiently. For what?\n For the return of their leader—or for something that would give the\n ship to them?", "Under the dancing blobs, a horde of things was heading for the cadets.\n Shaggy heads, brute bodies vaguely man-like! One seemed to be almost", "The blobs had left the herd. Now the three were streaking at fantastic\n speed to a spot near the ship, to hover excitedly above something that\n moved there.", "He went to the port and glanced out. About sixty of the things were\n squatting in the clearing fog, holding lances and staring at the ship.", "The huge leader suddenly waved and pointed toward the jeeps that were\n racing toward him. He made a fantastic leap backwards. Others swung", "The blobs danced after the horde. Barker bounced the jeep downward into\n a gorge. Somewhere the man had learned to drive superlatively; but he\n had to slow as the fog thickened lower down.", "They must have seen whatever it was just as the call reached them.\n Young Kaufman grabbed at Pinelli, and they swung around together.\n\n\n Then the mists cleared.", "There was no time to stop. The jeep plowed through them. Gwayne had a\n glimpse of five-foot bodies tumbling out of the way. Monstrously coarse", "busy being little heroes. Gwayne sentenced them to quarters as soon\n as he could, knowing their stories would only get wilder and less\n informative with retelling." ], [ "language or draw pictures. I want to know what happened to Hennessy\n and why that ship was buried against detection. This thing may be the\n answer.\"", "It was an answer, but it left a lot of questions. How could the\n primitives have gotten to the men inside Hennessy's ship? Why was its", "deep gorge where they'd found Hennessy's carefully buried ship was\n completely hidden by the fog.", "But\nsomething\nhad happened to the exploration party fifteen years\n back, and to the more recent ship under Hennessy that was sent to check", "He would have left before, if a recent landslip hadn't exposed enough\n of the buried ship for his metal locators to spot from the air by\n luck. It had obviously been hidden deep enough to foil the detectors\n originally.", "of Hennessy. He'd been here a week longer than he should have stayed\n already. If there was no sign in another day or so of what had happened", "If they could get any story from the captured creature, they might save\n time and be better off than trying to dig through Hennessy's ship. That", "Gwayne had his own ideas on that. It was easy for an alien to seize\n on the gold ornament of a captive earthman, even to learn a little\n English, maybe. But Hennessy had been his friend.", "was almost certainly spoorless by now. The only possible answer seemed\n to be that the exploring expedition and Hennessy's rescue group had\n been overcome by the aliens.", "\"Haarroo, Cabbaan!\" the thing said.\n\"Captain Gwayne, may I present your former friend, Captain Hennessy?\"", "gets easier as you listen. It's Hennessy, all right. I'm certain.\"", "Gwayne led the former Hennessy to the exit. The waiting blobs dropped\n down to touch the monstrous man, then leaped up again. The crowd of", "They were perhaps a thousand yards away, waiting patiently. For what?\n For the return of their leader—or for something that would give the\n ship to them?", "The blobs had left the herd. Now the three were streaking at fantastic\n speed to a spot near the ship, to hover excitedly above something that\n moved there.", "little more than a hundred feet of solid rock? They'd buried the ship\n cunningly, and only the accidental slippage had undone their work.", "And then, before he could answer, her own intelligence gave her the\n same answer he had found for himself. \"The spawning ground!\"", "He went to the port and glanced out. About sixty of the things were\n squatting in the clearing fog, holding lances and staring at the ship.", "our two cadets sneaked out again. Barker followed them, but lost them\n in the murk. I've kept a signal going to guide them back.\"", "monsters began moving forward toward their leader. A few were almost as\n tall as Hennessy, but most were not more than five feet high.", "\"It was the blobs,\" he summarized it. \"They seem to be amused by men.\n They don't require anything from us, but they like us around. Hennessy" ], [ "Gwayne had his own ideas on that. It was easy for an alien to seize\n on the gold ornament of a captive earthman, even to learn a little\n English, maybe. But Hennessy had been his friend.", "the captain's attack. Its head hit rocky ground with a dull, heavy\n sound, and it collapsed. Gwayne eased back slowly, but it made no\n further move, though it was still breathing.", "The wheels locked and the jeep slid protestingly forward. The creature\n leaped back. But Gwayne was out of the jeep before it stopped, diving", "The answers were right.\n\n\n By the time the session was over, Gwayne had begun to understand the\n twisted speech from inhuman vocal cords better. But the story took a\n long time telling.", "There was no sign of the cadets at first. Then Gwayne spotted them;\n surrounded by the menacing horde. Seen from here, the things looked\n horrible in a travesty of manhood.", "for the figure. It dropped the boys with a surprised grunt.\nThe arms were thin and grotesque below the massively distorted\n shoulders, but amazingly strong. Gwayne felt them wrench at him as his", "\"Troglodytes, maybe,\" Gwayne guessed. \"Anyhow, send for me when you get\n anything. I've got to get this ship back to Earth. We're overstaying\n our time here already.\"", "Gwayne led the former Hennessy to the exit. The waiting blobs dropped\n down to touch the monstrous man, then leaped up again. The crowd of", "When it was finished, Gwayne and Barker sat for long minutes in\n silence. Finally Gwayne drew a shuddering breath and stood up. \"Is it\n possible, Doc?\"", "kick at the monster. But neither had been harmed. The two were loaded\n onto a jeep while men helped Barker and Gwayne stow the bound monster\n on another before heading back.", "hands locked on the thick throat. A stench of alien flesh was in his\n nose as the thing fell backwards. Doc Barker had hit it seconds after", "Captain Gwayne cursed and rolled over, reaching for his boots. He was\n a big, rawboned man, barely forty; but ten years of responsibility", "\"I hope so,\" Gwayne told him. \"I want that thing to live—and you're\n detailed to save it and revive it. Find out if it can make sign", "eight feet tall, leading the others directly toward the spacesuited\n cadets. Some of the horde were carrying spears or sticks. There was a\n momentary halt, and then the leader lifted one arm, as if motioning the", "Gwayne grabbed the phone and called Barker. \"How's the captive coming?\"\n\n\n Barker's voice sounded odd.\n\n\n \"Physically fine. You can see him. But—\"", "A blob dropped down, almost touching Gwayne.\n\n\n He threw up an instinctive hand. There was a tingling as the creature\n seemed to pass around it. It lifted a few inches and drifted off.", "Abruptly, Barker's foot ground at the brake. Gwayne jolted forward\n against the windshield, just as he made out the form of the eight-foot", "There was the end of a question from Barker and a thick, harsh growling\n sound that lifted the hair along the nape of Gwayne's neck. Barker\n seemed to understand, and was making a comment as the captain dashed in.", "jeeps were lining up. One, at the front, was stuttering into life, and\n Gwayne dashed for it as the exit port slid back.", "\"Haarroo, Cabbaan!\" the thing said.\n\"Captain Gwayne, may I present your former friend, Captain Hennessy?\"" ], [ "Gwayne had his own ideas on that. It was easy for an alien to seize\n on the gold ornament of a captive earthman, even to learn a little\n English, maybe. But Hennessy had been his friend.", "The answers were right.\n\n\n By the time the session was over, Gwayne had begun to understand the\n twisted speech from inhuman vocal cords better. But the story took a\n long time telling.", "There was the end of a question from Barker and a thick, harsh growling\n sound that lifted the hair along the nape of Gwayne's neck. Barker\n seemed to understand, and was making a comment as the captain dashed in.", "Gwayne grabbed the phone and called Barker. \"How's the captive coming?\"\n\n\n Barker's voice sounded odd.\n\n\n \"Physically fine. You can see him. But—\"", "When it was finished, Gwayne and Barker sat for long minutes in\n silence. Finally Gwayne drew a shuddering breath and stood up. \"Is it\n possible, Doc?\"", "\"I hope so,\" Gwayne told him. \"I want that thing to live—and you're\n detailed to save it and revive it. Find out if it can make sign", "There were three of the blobs dancing about over the grazing animals\n now, as they often seemed to do. Gwayne stared at them for a minute,\n trying to read sense into the things. If he had time to study them....", "\"Troglodytes, maybe,\" Gwayne guessed. \"Anyhow, send for me when you get\n anything. I've got to get this ship back to Earth. We're overstaying\n our time here already.\"", "There was no sign of the cadets at first. Then Gwayne spotted them;\n surrounded by the menacing horde. Seen from here, the things looked\n horrible in a travesty of manhood.", "Gwayne led the former Hennessy to the exit. The waiting blobs dropped\n down to touch the monstrous man, then leaped up again. The crowd of", "\"Haarroo, Cabbaan!\" the thing said.\n\"Captain Gwayne, may I present your former friend, Captain Hennessy?\"", "\"It was the blobs,\" he summarized it. \"They seem to be amused by men.\n They don't require anything from us, but they like us around. Hennessy", "The wheels locked and the jeep slid protestingly forward. The creature\n leaped back. But Gwayne was out of the jeep before it stopped, diving", "A blob dropped down, almost touching Gwayne.\n\n\n He threw up an instinctive hand. There was a tingling as the creature\n seemed to pass around it. It lifted a few inches and drifted off.", "the captain's attack. Its head hit rocky ground with a dull, heavy\n sound, and it collapsed. Gwayne eased back slowly, but it made no\n further move, though it was still breathing.", "\"How many barmaids in the Cheshire Cat? How many pups did your oldest\n kid's dog have? How many were brown?\"", "It was an answer, but it left a lot of questions. How could the\n primitives have gotten to the men inside Hennessy's ship? Why was its", "Captain Gwayne cursed and rolled over, reaching for his boots. He was\n a big, rawboned man, barely forty; but ten years of responsibility", "eight feet tall, leading the others directly toward the spacesuited\n cadets. Some of the horde were carrying spears or sticks. There was a\n momentary halt, and then the leader lifted one arm, as if motioning the", "for the figure. It dropped the boys with a surprised grunt.\nThe arms were thin and grotesque below the massively distorted\n shoulders, but amazingly strong. Gwayne felt them wrench at him as his" ], [ "There was no sign of the cadets at first. Then Gwayne spotted them;\n surrounded by the menacing horde. Seen from here, the things looked\n horrible in a travesty of manhood.", "Under the dancing blobs, a horde of things was heading for the cadets.\n Shaggy heads, brute bodies vaguely man-like! One seemed to be almost", "The blobs danced after the horde. Barker bounced the jeep downward into\n a gorge. Somewhere the man had learned to drive superlatively; but he\n had to slow as the fog thickened lower down.", "eight feet tall, leading the others directly toward the spacesuited\n cadets. Some of the horde were carrying spears or sticks. There was a\n momentary halt, and then the leader lifted one arm, as if motioning the", "about, two of them grabbing up the cadets. The jeep was doing twenty\n miles an hour now, but the horde began to increase the distance, in\n spite of the load of the two struggling boys! The creatures dived", "to help. They'd have to get to the group with the cadets in a hurry or\n the horde would all vanish in the uneven ground, hidden by the fog.", "The blobs had left the herd. Now the three were streaking at fantastic\n speed to a spot near the ship, to hover excitedly above something that\n moved there.", "monsters began moving forward toward their leader. A few were almost as\n tall as Hennessy, but most were not more than five feet high.", "The answers were right.\n\n\n By the time the session was over, Gwayne had begun to understand the\n twisted speech from inhuman vocal cords better. But the story took a\n long time telling.", "The huge leader suddenly waved and pointed toward the jeeps that were\n racing toward him. He made a fantastic leap backwards. Others swung", "There was no time to stop. The jeep plowed through them. Gwayne had a\n glimpse of five-foot bodies tumbling out of the way. Monstrously coarse", "kick at the monster. But neither had been harmed. The two were loaded\n onto a jeep while men helped Barker and Gwayne stow the bound monster\n on another before heading back.", "They were perhaps a thousand yards away, waiting patiently. For what?\n For the return of their leader—or for something that would give the\n ship to them?", "He went to the port and glanced out. About sixty of the things were\n squatting in the clearing fog, holding lances and staring at the ship.", "Another jeep had drawn up, and men were examining the cadets. Pinelli\n was either laughing or crying, and Kaufman was trying to break free to", "Then it cleared to show the mob of creatures doubling back on their own\n trail to confuse the pursuers.", "Gwayne led the former Hennessy to the exit. The waiting blobs dropped\n down to touch the monstrous man, then leaped up again. The crowd of", "There was the end of a question from Barker and a thick, harsh growling\n sound that lifted the hair along the nape of Gwayne's neck. Barker\n seemed to understand, and was making a comment as the captain dashed in.", "the seat, to see that the driver was Doctor Barker. At a gesture, the\n jeep rolled down the ramp, grinding its gears into second as it picked\n up speed. The other two followed.", "They must have seen whatever it was just as the call reached them.\n Young Kaufman grabbed at Pinelli, and they swung around together.\n\n\n Then the mists cleared." ], [ "\"It was the blobs,\" he summarized it. \"They seem to be amused by men.\n They don't require anything from us, but they like us around. Hennessy", "clouds.\" The blobs were a peculiarity of this planet about which nobody\n knew anything. They looked like overgrown fireballs, but seemed to have\n an almost sentient curiosity about anything moving on the ground. \"And", "Here, though, the blobs had adapted men to the alien world instead of\n men having to adapt the whole planet to their needs. Here, the strange", "Under the dancing blobs, a horde of things was heading for the cadets.\n Shaggy heads, brute bodies vaguely man-like! One seemed to be almost", "A blob dropped down, almost touching Gwayne.\n\n\n He threw up an instinctive hand. There was a tingling as the creature\n seemed to pass around it. It lifted a few inches and drifted off.", "The blobs danced after the horde. Barker bounced the jeep downward into\n a gorge. Somewhere the man had learned to drive superlatively; but he\n had to slow as the fog thickened lower down.", "\"Follow the blobs,\" Gwayne yelled. He realized now he'd been a fool to\n leave his suit; the radio would have let him keep in contact with the\n kids. But it was too late to go back.", "The blobs had left the herd. Now the three were streaking at fantastic\n speed to a spot near the ship, to hover excitedly above something that\n moved there.", "Some day, though, their children would find a way to the starlanes\n again, looking for other worlds. With the blobs to help them, they", "\"About a dozen blobs held something like a convention a little ways\n north of us. They broke up about an hour ago and streaked off into the", "Gwayne led the former Hennessy to the exit. The waiting blobs dropped\n down to touch the monstrous man, then leaped up again. The crowd of", "There were three of the blobs dancing about over the grazing animals\n now, as they often seemed to do. Gwayne stared at them for a minute,\n trying to read sense into the things. If he had time to study them....", "Of course there was no obvious need for caution here. The blobs hadn't\n seemed dangerous, and the local animals were apparently all herbivorous", "and harmless. They were ugly enough, looking like insects in spite of\n their internal skeletons, with anywhere from four to twelve legs each\n on their segmented bodies. None acted like dangerous beasts.", "\"And they don't have to be close to do it. We've all been outside the\n hull. It doesn't show yet—but we're changed. In another month, Earth", "hands locked on the thick throat. A stench of alien flesh was in his\n nose as the thing fell backwards. Doc Barker had hit it seconds after", "There was no sign of the cadets at first. Then Gwayne spotted them;\n surrounded by the menacing horde. Seen from here, the things looked\n horrible in a travesty of manhood.", "doesn't know why. They can change our cells, adapt us. Before men came,\n all life here had twelve legs. Now they're changing that, as we've seen.", "There was no time to stop. The jeep plowed through them. Gwayne had a\n glimpse of five-foot bodies tumbling out of the way. Monstrously coarse", "about, two of them grabbing up the cadets. The jeep was doing twenty\n miles an hour now, but the horde began to increase the distance, in\n spite of the load of the two struggling boys! The creatures dived" ], [ "Captain Gwayne cursed and rolled over, reaching for his boots. He was\n a big, rawboned man, barely forty; but ten years of responsibility", "He'd have to tell the men and women of the crew later, after he'd had\n time to organize things and present it all in a way they could accept,", "\"I hope so,\" Gwayne told him. \"I want that thing to live—and you're\n detailed to save it and revive it. Find out if it can make sign", "busy being little heroes. Gwayne sentenced them to quarters as soon\n as he could, knowing their stories would only get wilder and less\n informative with retelling.", "the captain's attack. Its head hit rocky ground with a dull, heavy\n sound, and it collapsed. Gwayne eased back slowly, but it made no\n further move, though it was still breathing.", "There was no sign of the cadets at first. Then Gwayne spotted them;\n surrounded by the menacing horde. Seen from here, the things looked\n horrible in a travesty of manhood.", "Gwayne had his own ideas on that. It was easy for an alien to seize\n on the gold ornament of a captive earthman, even to learn a little\n English, maybe. But Hennessy had been his friend.", "The answers were right.\n\n\n By the time the session was over, Gwayne had begun to understand the\n twisted speech from inhuman vocal cords better. But the story took a\n long time telling.", "\"Troglodytes, maybe,\" Gwayne guessed. \"Anyhow, send for me when you get\n anything. I've got to get this ship back to Earth. We're overstaying\n our time here already.\"", "Gwayne dropped the phone and headed for the little sick bay. He swore\n at Doc for not calling him at once, and then at himself for not\n checking up sooner. Then he stopped at the sound of voices.", "The wheels locked and the jeep slid protestingly forward. The creature\n leaped back. But Gwayne was out of the jeep before it stopped, diving", "When it was finished, Gwayne and Barker sat for long minutes in\n silence. Finally Gwayne drew a shuddering breath and stood up. \"Is it\n possible, Doc?\"", "There was the end of a question from Barker and a thick, harsh growling\n sound that lifted the hair along the nape of Gwayne's neck. Barker\n seemed to understand, and was making a comment as the captain dashed in.", "\"Haarroo, Cabbaan!\" the thing said.\n\"Captain Gwayne, may I present your former friend, Captain Hennessy?\"", "They were perhaps a thousand yards away, waiting patiently. For what?\n For the return of their leader—or for something that would give the\n ship to them?", "where three ships vanish, so we'll just disappear. And they'll never\n know.\"", "for the figure. It dropped the boys with a surprised grunt.\nThe arms were thin and grotesque below the massively distorted\n shoulders, but amazingly strong. Gwayne felt them wrench at him as his", "Gwayne grabbed the phone and called Barker. \"How's the captive coming?\"\n\n\n Barker's voice sounded odd.\n\n\n \"Physically fine. You can see him. But—\"", "Whatever was making the fog swirl must have reached higher ground.\n Something began to heave upwards. It was too far to see clearly, but\n Gwayne grabbed the microphone, yelling into the radio toward the cadets.", "Gwayne swore softly to himself. Earth couldn't turn out enough starmen\n in the schools, so promising kids were being shipped out for training" ], [ "Captain Gwayne cursed and rolled over, reaching for his boots. He was\n a big, rawboned man, barely forty; but ten years of responsibility", "Gwayne had his own ideas on that. It was easy for an alien to seize\n on the gold ornament of a captive earthman, even to learn a little\n English, maybe. But Hennessy had been his friend.", "\"I hope so,\" Gwayne told him. \"I want that thing to live—and you're\n detailed to save it and revive it. Find out if it can make sign", "When it was finished, Gwayne and Barker sat for long minutes in\n silence. Finally Gwayne drew a shuddering breath and stood up. \"Is it\n possible, Doc?\"", "The wheels locked and the jeep slid protestingly forward. The creature\n leaped back. But Gwayne was out of the jeep before it stopped, diving", "The answers were right.\n\n\n By the time the session was over, Gwayne had begun to understand the\n twisted speech from inhuman vocal cords better. But the story took a\n long time telling.", "There was no sign of the cadets at first. Then Gwayne spotted them;\n surrounded by the menacing horde. Seen from here, the things looked\n horrible in a travesty of manhood.", "Gwayne dropped the phone and headed for the little sick bay. He swore\n at Doc for not calling him at once, and then at himself for not\n checking up sooner. Then he stopped at the sound of voices.", "busy being little heroes. Gwayne sentenced them to quarters as soon\n as he could, knowing their stories would only get wilder and less\n informative with retelling.", "There were three of the blobs dancing about over the grazing animals\n now, as they often seemed to do. Gwayne stared at them for a minute,\n trying to read sense into the things. If he had time to study them....", "Abruptly, Barker's foot ground at the brake. Gwayne jolted forward\n against the windshield, just as he made out the form of the eight-foot", "for the figure. It dropped the boys with a surprised grunt.\nThe arms were thin and grotesque below the massively distorted\n shoulders, but amazingly strong. Gwayne felt them wrench at him as his", "the captain's attack. Its head hit rocky ground with a dull, heavy\n sound, and it collapsed. Gwayne eased back slowly, but it made no\n further move, though it was still breathing.", "\"Troglodytes, maybe,\" Gwayne guessed. \"Anyhow, send for me when you get\n anything. I've got to get this ship back to Earth. We're overstaying\n our time here already.\"", "Gwayne grabbed the phone and called Barker. \"How's the captive coming?\"\n\n\n Barker's voice sounded odd.\n\n\n \"Physically fine. You can see him. But—\"", "Gwayne swore softly to himself. Earth couldn't turn out enough starmen\n in the schools, so promising kids were being shipped out for training", "Gwayne led the former Hennessy to the exit. The waiting blobs dropped\n down to touch the monstrous man, then leaped up again. The crowd of", "\"Follow the blobs,\" Gwayne yelled. He realized now he'd been a fool to\n leave his suit; the radio would have let him keep in contact with the\n kids. But it was too late to go back.", "jeeps were lining up. One, at the front, was stuttering into life, and\n Gwayne dashed for it as the exit port slid back.", "There was the end of a question from Barker and a thick, harsh growling\n sound that lifted the hair along the nape of Gwayne's neck. Barker\n seemed to understand, and was making a comment as the captain dashed in." ], [ "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe Starship\nPandora\ncreaked and groaned as her landing pads settled", "It was the only thing they could do. Earth needed a place to plant her\n seed, but no world other than Earth could ever be trusted to preserve\n that seed for generation after generation. Some worlds already were\n becoming uncertain.", "\"And they don't have to be close to do it. We've all been outside the\n hull. It doesn't show yet—but we're changed. In another month, Earth", "agonizingly slow, but faster than climbing down. He ripped the door\n back at the exit deck. Men were dashing in, stumbling around in\n confusion. But someone was taking over now—one of the crew women. The", "They were perhaps a thousand yards away, waiting patiently. For what?\n For the return of their leader—or for something that would give the\n ship to them?", "\"I hope so,\" Gwayne told him. \"I want that thing to live—and you're\n detailed to save it and revive it. Find out if it can make sign", "She was silent a long time, staring out of the port toward what must\n now be her home. Then she sighed. \"You'll need practice, but the others", "language or draw pictures. I want to know what happened to Hennessy\n and why that ship was buried against detection. This thing may be the\n answer.\"", "tools would be useless, impossible for the hands so radically changed.\n Nothing from the ship would last. Books could never be read by the new\n eyes. And in time, Earth wouldn't even be a memory to this world.", "Some day, though, their children would find a way to the starlanes\n again, looking for other worlds. With the blobs to help them, they", "It was an answer, but it left a lot of questions. How could the\n primitives have gotten to the men inside Hennessy's ship? Why was its", "The blobs had left the herd. Now the three were streaking at fantastic\n speed to a spot near the ship, to hover excitedly above something that\n moved there.", "food would kill us. We've got to stay here. We'll bury the ships deeper\n this time, and Earth won't find us. They can't risk trying a colony", "where three ships vanish, so we'll just disappear. And they'll never\n know.\"", "\"No,\" he told her. \"Replenish the stars.\"\n\n\n But she was no longer listening, and that part of his idea could wait.", "If they could get any story from the captured creature, they might save\n time and be better off than trying to dig through Hennessy's ship. That", "unevenly in the mucky surface of the ugly world outside. She seemed to\n be restless to end her fool's errand here, two hundred light years from", "\"No,\" he admitted. Damn his voice! He'd never been good at lying. \"No.\n They have to touch us. I've been touched, but the rest could go back.\"", "as rich a set of bloodlines as possible to give the new race strength.\n The fifty men and women on this ship will be needed to start them with\n a decent chance. We can't go to Earth, where nobody would believe or", "set the combinations and pressed the studs. There was a hiss and gurgle\n as the great tanks of fuel discharged their contents out onto the\n ground where no ingenuity could ever recover it to bring life to the" ] ]

[ "What was Piltdon most interested in?", "What was Feetch most interested in?", "How did the majority of Piltdon workers feel about Feetch?", "Why didn't Feetch show Piltdon his new invention right away?", "What didn't happen because of the original Super-Opener?", "How did Piltdon feel about Feetch throughout most of the story?", "Why did Feetch quit?", "Why were people throwing things at Feetch's house?", "What didn't Feetch discover?", "What didn't Feetch get at the end of the story?" ]

[ [ "Making money", "Being known around the world", "Keeping Feetch on the payroll", "Having more patents than anyone else" ], [ "Making money", "Research and development", "Working for Piltdon", "Being known around the world" ], [ "They respected him", "They thought he was too careless", "They felt indifferent towards him", "They thought he was only thinking about money" ], [ "He wanted to keep the new invention to himself", "He knew Piltdon wouldn't wait to research further", "He was afraid he couldn't recreate it", "He wanted a raise first" ], [ "Feetch became famous", "Feetch got a raise", "People had to begin wearing hats and helmets", "Piltdon made a lot of money" ], [ "He thought Feetch was brilliant", "Feetch deserved credit for his work", "Feetch was making more money than he deserved", "Feetch was just another worker to control" ], [ "Piltdon never appreciated or listened to him", "Piltdon took all the credit for the Super-Opener", "Feetch wanted to retire", "Piltdon wouldn't give him enough money" ], [ "They were jealous of Feetch's invention", "They thought the falling cans were all his fault", "Piltdon told them to", "Cans were still falling on people" ], [ "Where the cans were going", "The fastest-opening can opener", "Multiple different universes", "How to make the cans disappear safely" ], [ "Money to pay for his wife's medical bills", "Credit for his discoveries", "The job he wanted", "Piltdon's job" ] ]

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[ [ "\"That's true,\" said Piltdon. His eyes grew dreamy. \"It can be done,\"", "well, that was the way it went. He must find his satisfaction in his\n work. And it had been interesting lately, the work he had been doing\n nights at home investigating what had been named the Piltdon Effect.", "would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word,\n but who has heard of Feetch? Well,\"—Feetch blew his nose—\"how do we\n stand, Hanson?\"", "Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his\n chest that he had not the experience to recognize as the beginning of a\n slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it.", "accused Piltdon of deliberately hoaxing the public for his own gain. A\n Congressional investigation was demanded. Piltdon received threats of\n bodily injury. Lawsuits were filed against him. He barricaded himself", "Piltdon leaped from his chair. \"Outrageous!\" He roared. \"Ridiculous!\"", "\"Gentlemen!\" squawked Piltdon, \"I appeal to you—\"", "\"But Mr. Piltdon—\"", "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing\n room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a", "As soon as he could get hold of Piltdon, Feetch said trembling, \"Sir, I\n think I know where those cans are going. I recommend—\"", "\"Mr. Piltdon,\" Feetch said. \"I—\" klunk!—\"resign.\"\n\n\n Piltdon started, extreme astonishment crossing his face.", "Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. \"Mr. Piltdon,\" he said. \"I'm asking\n only one favor. Let me work full time on research and development,", "one condition is met by Mr. Piltdon.\" He stared at Piltdon. \"In short,\n I want fifty-one per cent of the stock of Piltdon Opener.\"", "\"Thank you, Mr. Piltdon.\" And still, thought Feetch wryly, he received\n no recognition. His name did not even appear on the patent. Well,", "After Piltdon had seen it his eyes took on a feverish glint. \"This,\"\n he exulted, \"will make can-opener history. Instantaneous opening!", "Piltdon, genial these days with success and acclaim, roared at Feetch:\n \"I'm putting you in for a raise. Yes sir! To reward you for assisting", "Piltdon threw the paper to the floor and screamed: \"Gentlemen, will you\n be a party to this?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" murmured the Government man, \"I never did think Feetch got a\n fair shake.\"", "Twenty-five years of your life you put in with Piltdon, and he'd fire\n you just like that if you don't do the impossible. The Piltdon Company", "\"This information is important to science,\" said the Van Terrel man.\n\n\n After Piltdon had signed, the papers were distributed." ], [ "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "Feetch almost submitted from force of habit. He hesitated for a moment,\n then turned abruptly.", "would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word,\n but who has heard of Feetch? Well,\"—Feetch blew his nose—\"how do we\n stand, Hanson?\"", "Published in the newspapers the following day, Feetch's statement read,\n in part: \"The motion in space and time of the singular curvilinear", "\"Yes,\" Feetch would admit miserably.\n\n\n \"I am sorry, but—\"", "\"Well, well,\" said Feetch. \"I drew my pay every week so I suppose I\n have no complaints. Although,\" a wistful note crept into his voice \"I", "thought Feetch. Twenty-five years of close supervision, dead-lines,\n production headaches, inadequate facilities and assistance. What had\n happened, to the proud dream he once had, the dream of exploring", "\"Gentlemen,\" he said. \"I'll make it brief.\" He waved the papers in his\n hand. \"Here is everything I know about what I call the Feetch Effect,", "\"But Mr. Feetch—\"\n\n\n \"Get out,\" said Feetch.\n\n\n Piltdon blanched and left.", "Livid with fury and apprehension, he screamed at Feetch, \"This is your\n doing, you vandal! I'm a ruined man!\" A falling can caught him neatly\n on the tip of his nose.", "Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing\n room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a", "Feetch looked up from his desk in the newly constructed Feetch\n Multi-Dimensional Development Division of the Piltdon Opener Company.\n \"Piltdon, don't bother me about production. Production is your problem.\"", "Feetch hung up. A glow of anger that had been building up in his chest\n grew warmer. He began pacing the floor. How he hated to do it. Think,", "Close, thought Feetch, wearily. It had been a man-killing job, and it\n had been close, but he'd made it. Beat the time limit by a half-day.", "Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his\n chest that he had not the experience to recognize as the beginning of a\n slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it.", "Money, Feetch decided after a while, was a good thing to have. His\n supply was running pretty low. He was not having any luck finding\n another job. Although the cans had stopped falling on the fifteenth", "Ah, well, thought Feetch straightening his thin shoulders, he had\n managed somehow to design a few good things during his twenty-five\n years with Piltdon. That was some satisfaction.", "\"As I was saying, Hanson—\" continued Feetch.", "\"No,\" said Feetch. \"People will forget anyway—I hope.\"", "\"Hello,\" said Feetch as an aproned machinist entered carrying a\n glistening mechanism. \"Here's another model. Let's try it.\" The" ], [ "would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word,\n but who has heard of Feetch? Well,\"—Feetch blew his nose—\"how do we\n stand, Hanson?\"", "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his\n chest that he had not the experience to recognize as the beginning of a\n slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it.", "\"Mr. Piltdon,\" Feetch said. \"I—\" klunk!—\"resign.\"\n\n\n Piltdon started, extreme astonishment crossing his face.", "\"You're through, Feetch!\" raved Piltdon. \"Fired! Get out! But before\n you go, I want you to know that I've directed the blame where it", "Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing\n room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a", "\"But Mr. Feetch—\"\n\n\n \"Get out,\" said Feetch.\n\n\n Piltdon blanched and left.", "\"Thank you, Mr. Piltdon.\" And still, thought Feetch wryly, he received\n no recognition. His name did not even appear on the patent. Well,", "Piltdon threw the paper to the floor and screamed: \"Gentlemen, will you\n be a party to this?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" murmured the Government man, \"I never did think Feetch got a\n fair shake.\"", "Piltdon, genial these days with success and acclaim, roared at Feetch:\n \"I'm putting you in for a raise. Yes sir! To reward you for assisting", "\"But Mr. Piltdon,\" remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's\n glare, \"don't you remember? I tried to....\"", "Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. \"Mr. Piltdon,\" he said. \"I'm asking\n only one favor. Let me work full time on research and development,", "Ah, well, thought Feetch straightening his thin shoulders, he had\n managed somehow to design a few good things during his twenty-five\n years with Piltdon. That was some satisfaction.", "As soon as he could get hold of Piltdon, Feetch said trembling, \"Sir, I\n think I know where those cans are going. I recommend—\"", "\"Feetch,\" bit out Piltdon, his face growing hard. \"Stow this hooey. I", "Feetch looked up from his desk in the newly constructed Feetch\n Multi-Dimensional Development Division of the Piltdon Opener Company.\n \"Piltdon, don't bother me about production. Production is your problem.\"", "\"Excuses,\" sneered Mr. Piltdon. \"Your staff is more than adequate.\n I will not allow you to throw out my money. Four months, Feetch,", "\"Well, well,\" said Feetch. \"I drew my pay every week so I suppose I\n have no complaints. Although,\" a wistful note crept into his voice \"I", "\"Mr. Piltdon—\" said Feetch shakily.\n\n\n Piltdon stared at his chief engineer sharply. \"What's the matter,\n Feetch? The thing can be duplicated, can't it?\"", "Klunk! A barrage of cans hit the floor, and both men took refuge under\n Piltdon's huge desk. \"No!\" yelled Piltdon at Feetch's face which was\n inches away. \"No, I——What did you say?\"" ], [ "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "\"Thank you, Mr. Piltdon.\" And still, thought Feetch wryly, he received\n no recognition. His name did not even appear on the patent. Well,", "could he? Everything patentable in his work would automatically revert\n to Piltdon under the one year clause in the company patent agreement.\n No, Feetch told himself, he was revealing nothing that Piltdon might", "Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his\n chest that he had not the experience to recognize as the beginning of a\n slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it.", "would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word,\n but who has heard of Feetch? Well,\"—Feetch blew his nose—\"how do we\n stand, Hanson?\"", "\"Mr. Piltdon,\" Feetch said. \"I—\" klunk!—\"resign.\"\n\n\n Piltdon started, extreme astonishment crossing his face.", "Feetch looked up from his desk in the newly constructed Feetch\n Multi-Dimensional Development Division of the Piltdon Opener Company.\n \"Piltdon, don't bother me about production. Production is your problem.\"", "\"But Mr. Feetch—\"\n\n\n \"Get out,\" said Feetch.\n\n\n Piltdon blanched and left.", "Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. \"Mr. Piltdon,\" he said. \"I'm asking\n only one favor. Let me work full time on research and development,", "As soon as he could get hold of Piltdon, Feetch said trembling, \"Sir, I\n think I know where those cans are going. I recommend—\"", "\"Feetch,\" bit out Piltdon, his face growing hard. \"Stow this hooey. I", "\"Mr. Piltdon—\" said Feetch shakily.\n\n\n Piltdon stared at his chief engineer sharply. \"What's the matter,\n Feetch? The thing can be duplicated, can't it?\"", "\"But Mr. Piltdon,\" remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's\n glare, \"don't you remember? I tried to....\"", "\"Will remain my secret. Good day.\"\n\n\n \"Feetch!\" howled Piltdon. \"I order you to remain!\"", "Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing\n room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a", "Ah, well, thought Feetch straightening his thin shoulders, he had\n managed somehow to design a few good things during his twenty-five\n years with Piltdon. That was some satisfaction.", "\"You're through, Feetch!\" raved Piltdon. \"Fired! Get out! But before\n you go, I want you to know that I've directed the blame where it", "Feetch's body twitched. \"But Mr. Piltdon, four months is hardly time\n enough for development, even with an adequate staff. I've been trying", "pencil point. \"Feetch!\" roared Piltdon. \"Is this talk that's going\n around the plant true? Why didn't you tell me? Let's see it.\"", "Klunk! A barrage of cans hit the floor, and both men took refuge under\n Piltdon's huge desk. \"No!\" yelled Piltdon at Feetch's face which was\n inches away. \"No, I——What did you say?\"" ], [ "Super-Opener sales of course immediately plummeted to zero and stayed\n there. Anti-Piltdon editorials appeared in the papers. Commentators", "belongs. I've just released to the press the truth about who created\n the Super-Opener. Now, get out!\"", "\"No use,\" said Feetch. \"Nothing you can say—\" klunk! klunk!\n klunk!—\"will make any difference now.\"\n\n\n \"But see here, the New Type Super-Opener...!\"", "including plans and specifications for the New Type Super-Opener.\n All of you have special reasons for being keenly interested in this\n information. I am now going to give a copy to each of you, providing", "\"You're beginning to weaken. Don't. Think, chief, think. The brain that\n figured the Super-Opener can solve this.\"", "change all that, Feetch? We'll put out the New Type Super-Opener and\n the world will soon forget about the old one.\"", "Automatic disposal! Wait until Advertising and Sales get hold of this!\n We'll throttle our competitors! The Piltdon Super-Opener we'll call it.\"", "spun, peered at, photographed, magnetized, exploded, shattered and\n analyzed Super-Openers without achieving the glimmer of a satisfactory\n explanation. Competitors found the patent impossible to circumvent, for", "The Super-Openers rolled over the country. In a remarkably short time\n they appeared in millions of kitchens from coast-to-coast. Sales", "he mused. \"The New Type Super-Opener. Free exchanges for the old.\n Cash guarantee that empty cans will never bother you. Take a licking", "Newspapers, magazines, radio, television and word-of-mouth spread the\n fame of the opener so that advertising was unnecessary.", "plants were planned. Long lines waited in front of houseware stores.\n Department stores, lucky enough to have Super-Openers on hand, limited\n sales to one to a customer. Piltdon cancelled his advertising program.", "machinist departed and Hanson locked the opener on a can. \"I hope——\"\n he turned the handle, and stopped abruptly, staring down open-mouthed.", "proportions of the original Super-Opener combined with the capacitor\n effect built up as it increased its frictional electro-static charge\n in inverse proportion to the cube root of the tolerance between the", "THE SUPER OPENER\nBY MICHAEL ZUROY\nHere's why you should ask for\n \na \"Feetch M-D\" next time", "Government investigators went to work and soon confirmed what was\n generally suspected: these were the same cans that had been opened by\n the Piltdon Super-Opener.", "The first tentative shipments of Piltdon Super-Openers had gone to\n distributors along the Eastern seaboard. The first advertisements", "A cylinder of close-packed beans rested on the bench under the opener.\n\n\n The can itself had disappeared.\n\n\n \"Chief,\" said Hanson. \"Chief.\"", "After Piltdon had seen it his eyes took on a feverish glint. \"This,\"\n he exulted, \"will make can-opener history. Instantaneous opening!", "\"For two years there hasn't been one lousy improvement in the Piltdon\n Can-Opener!\" roared Mr. Piltdon. \"Look at our competitors. The" ], [ "Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his\n chest that he had not the experience to recognize as the beginning of a\n slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it.", "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word,\n but who has heard of Feetch? Well,\"—Feetch blew his nose—\"how do we\n stand, Hanson?\"", "\"Mr. Piltdon,\" Feetch said. \"I—\" klunk!—\"resign.\"\n\n\n Piltdon started, extreme astonishment crossing his face.", "Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing\n room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a", "\"But Mr. Feetch—\"\n\n\n \"Get out,\" said Feetch.\n\n\n Piltdon blanched and left.", "\"Thank you, Mr. Piltdon.\" And still, thought Feetch wryly, he received\n no recognition. His name did not even appear on the patent. Well,", "\"You're through, Feetch!\" raved Piltdon. \"Fired! Get out! But before\n you go, I want you to know that I've directed the blame where it", "\"But Mr. Piltdon,\" remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's\n glare, \"don't you remember? I tried to....\"", "\"Feetch,\" bit out Piltdon, his face growing hard. \"Stow this hooey. I", "Ah, well, thought Feetch straightening his thin shoulders, he had\n managed somehow to design a few good things during his twenty-five\n years with Piltdon. That was some satisfaction.", "Piltdon threw the paper to the floor and screamed: \"Gentlemen, will you\n be a party to this?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" murmured the Government man, \"I never did think Feetch got a\n fair shake.\"", "Piltdon, genial these days with success and acclaim, roared at Feetch:\n \"I'm putting you in for a raise. Yes sir! To reward you for assisting", "Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. \"Mr. Piltdon,\" he said. \"I'm asking\n only one favor. Let me work full time on research and development,", "As soon as he could get hold of Piltdon, Feetch said trembling, \"Sir, I\n think I know where those cans are going. I recommend—\"", "\"Will remain my secret. Good day.\"\n\n\n \"Feetch!\" howled Piltdon. \"I order you to remain!\"", "Feetch looked up from his desk in the newly constructed Feetch\n Multi-Dimensional Development Division of the Piltdon Opener Company.\n \"Piltdon, don't bother me about production. Production is your problem.\"", "Feetch adjusted his spectacles with shaking hands. \"But Mr. Piltdon,\n our opener still has stability, solidity. It is built to last. It has\n dignity....\"", "Klunk! A barrage of cans hit the floor, and both men took refuge under\n Piltdon's huge desk. \"No!\" yelled Piltdon at Feetch's face which was\n inches away. \"No, I——What did you say?\"", "\"Excuses,\" sneered Mr. Piltdon. \"Your staff is more than adequate.\n I will not allow you to throw out my money. Four months, Feetch," ], [ "\"But Mr. Feetch—\"\n\n\n \"Get out,\" said Feetch.\n\n\n Piltdon blanched and left.", "\"Mr. Piltdon,\" Feetch said. \"I—\" klunk!—\"resign.\"\n\n\n Piltdon started, extreme astonishment crossing his face.", "Feetch almost submitted from force of habit. He hesitated for a moment,\n then turned abruptly.", "\"You're through, Feetch!\" raved Piltdon. \"Fired! Get out! But before\n you go, I want you to know that I've directed the blame where it", "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "Feetch hung up. A glow of anger that had been building up in his chest\n grew warmer. He began pacing the floor. How he hated to do it. Think,", "\"Yes,\" Feetch would admit miserably.\n\n\n \"I am sorry, but—\"", "Livid with fury and apprehension, he screamed at Feetch, \"This is your\n doing, you vandal! I'm a ruined man!\" A falling can caught him neatly\n on the tip of his nose.", "\"No,\" said Feetch. \"People will forget anyway—I hope.\"", "Close, thought Feetch, wearily. It had been a man-killing job, and it\n had been close, but he'd made it. Beat the time limit by a half-day.", "would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word,\n but who has heard of Feetch? Well,\"—Feetch blew his nose—\"how do we\n stand, Hanson?\"", "Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing\n room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Feetch paling. \"Then you don't want to hear about my\n discovery of a way to prevent the cans from coming back?\"", "Feetch looked up from his desk in the newly constructed Feetch\n Multi-Dimensional Development Division of the Piltdon Opener Company.\n \"Piltdon, don't bother me about production. Production is your problem.\"", "\"Well, well,\" said Feetch. \"I drew my pay every week so I suppose I\n have no complaints. Although,\" a wistful note crept into his voice \"I", "thought Feetch. Twenty-five years of close supervision, dead-lines,\n production headaches, inadequate facilities and assistance. What had\n happened, to the proud dream he once had, the dream of exploring", "\"But Mr. Piltdon,\" remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's\n glare, \"don't you remember? I tried to....\"", "\"Feetch,\" bit out Piltdon, his face growing hard. \"Stow this hooey. I", "Money, Feetch decided after a while, was a good thing to have. His\n supply was running pretty low. He was not having any luck finding\n another job. Although the cans had stopped falling on the fifteenth", "Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. \"Mr. Piltdon,\" he said. \"I'm asking\n only one favor. Let me work full time on research and development," ], [ "Livid with fury and apprehension, he screamed at Feetch, \"This is your\n doing, you vandal! I'm a ruined man!\" A falling can caught him neatly\n on the tip of his nose.", "A barrage of rocks crashed against the heavy steel screening of the\n window. \"What's going on!\" yelled Piltdon. \"Oh, I see. People throwing", "rocks at your house again? Oh, I know all about that, Feetch. I know\n that you're probably the most unpopular man alive to-day. I know about", "Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing\n room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a", "\"You're through, Feetch!\" raved Piltdon. \"Fired! Get out! But before\n you go, I want you to know that I've directed the blame where it", "Klunk! A barrage of cans hit the floor, and both men took refuge under\n Piltdon's huge desk. \"No!\" yelled Piltdon at Feetch's face which was\n inches away. \"No, I——What did you say?\"", "\"But Mr. Feetch—\"\n\n\n \"Get out,\" said Feetch.\n\n\n Piltdon blanched and left.", "Piltdon threw the paper to the floor and screamed: \"Gentlemen, will you\n be a party to this?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" murmured the Government man, \"I never did think Feetch got a\n fair shake.\"", "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his\n chest that he had not the experience to recognize as the beginning of a\n slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it.", "Feetch hung up. A glow of anger that had been building up in his chest\n grew warmer. He began pacing the floor. How he hated to do it. Think,", "\"Mr. Piltdon,\" Feetch said. \"I—\" klunk!—\"resign.\"\n\n\n Piltdon started, extreme astonishment crossing his face.", "would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word,\n but who has heard of Feetch? Well,\"—Feetch blew his nose—\"how do we\n stand, Hanson?\"", "\"No,\" said Feetch. \"People will forget anyway—I hope.\"", "\"Good-day,\" said Feetch firmly, sprinting through the falling cans to\n the door.", "Feetch almost submitted from force of habit. He hesitated for a moment,\n then turned abruptly.", "have families too. Think of the men in the shop, the girls in the\n office, the salesmen on the road. All, all unemployed because of you.\n Think of that, Feetch.\"", "\"Feetch,\" bit out Piltdon, his face growing hard. \"Stow this hooey. I", "As soon as he could get hold of Piltdon, Feetch said trembling, \"Sir, I\n think I know where those cans are going. I recommend—\"", "Money, Feetch decided after a while, was a good thing to have. His\n supply was running pretty low. He was not having any luck finding\n another job. Although the cans had stopped falling on the fifteenth" ], [ "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "Feetch almost submitted from force of habit. He hesitated for a moment,\n then turned abruptly.", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Feetch paling. \"Then you don't want to hear about my\n discovery of a way to prevent the cans from coming back?\"", "would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word,\n but who has heard of Feetch? Well,\"—Feetch blew his nose—\"how do we\n stand, Hanson?\"", "\"But Mr. Feetch—\"\n\n\n \"Get out,\" said Feetch.\n\n\n Piltdon blanched and left.", "\"Yes,\" Feetch would admit miserably.\n\n\n \"I am sorry, but—\"", "\"No,\" said Feetch. \"People will forget anyway—I hope.\"", "\"Thank you, Mr. Piltdon.\" And still, thought Feetch wryly, he received\n no recognition. His name did not even appear on the patent. Well,", "thought Feetch. Twenty-five years of close supervision, dead-lines,\n production headaches, inadequate facilities and assistance. What had\n happened, to the proud dream he once had, the dream of exploring", "Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his\n chest that he had not the experience to recognize as the beginning of a\n slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it.", "\"But Mr. Piltdon,\" remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's\n glare, \"don't you remember? I tried to....\"", "Published in the newspapers the following day, Feetch's statement read,\n in part: \"The motion in space and time of the singular curvilinear", "\"Feetch,\" bit out Piltdon, his face growing hard. \"Stow this hooey. I", "Livid with fury and apprehension, he screamed at Feetch, \"This is your\n doing, you vandal! I'm a ruined man!\" A falling can caught him neatly\n on the tip of his nose.", "\"You're through, Feetch!\" raved Piltdon. \"Fired! Get out! But before\n you go, I want you to know that I've directed the blame where it", "Close, thought Feetch, wearily. It had been a man-killing job, and it\n had been close, but he'd made it. Beat the time limit by a half-day.", "Feetch's body twitched. \"But Mr. Piltdon, four months is hardly time\n enough for development, even with an adequate staff. I've been trying", "Feetch looked up from his desk in the newly constructed Feetch\n Multi-Dimensional Development Division of the Piltdon Opener Company.\n \"Piltdon, don't bother me about production. Production is your problem.\"", "Feetch hung up. A glow of anger that had been building up in his chest\n grew warmer. He began pacing the floor. How he hated to do it. Think,", "Money, Feetch decided after a while, was a good thing to have. His\n supply was running pretty low. He was not having any luck finding\n another job. Although the cans had stopped falling on the fifteenth" ], [ "Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him.\n\n\n Piltdon eyed him sharply, then smiled with a hint of triumph. \"Think it\n over, Feetch.\"", "\"But Mr. Feetch—\"\n\n\n \"Get out,\" said Feetch.\n\n\n Piltdon blanched and left.", "Feetch almost submitted from force of habit. He hesitated for a moment,\n then turned abruptly.", "Money, Feetch decided after a while, was a good thing to have. His\n supply was running pretty low. He was not having any luck finding\n another job. Although the cans had stopped falling on the fifteenth", "Close, thought Feetch, wearily. It had been a man-killing job, and it\n had been close, but he'd made it. Beat the time limit by a half-day.", "\"Yes,\" Feetch would admit miserably.\n\n\n \"I am sorry, but—\"", "would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word,\n but who has heard of Feetch? Well,\"—Feetch blew his nose—\"how do we\n stand, Hanson?\"", "\"You're through, Feetch!\" raved Piltdon. \"Fired! Get out! But before\n you go, I want you to know that I've directed the blame where it", "\"Thank you, Mr. Piltdon.\" And still, thought Feetch wryly, he received\n no recognition. His name did not even appear on the patent. Well,", "Livid with fury and apprehension, he screamed at Feetch, \"This is your\n doing, you vandal! I'm a ruined man!\" A falling can caught him neatly\n on the tip of his nose.", "\"Well, well,\" said Feetch. \"I drew my pay every week so I suppose I\n have no complaints. Although,\" a wistful note crept into his voice \"I", "Feetch hung up. A glow of anger that had been building up in his chest\n grew warmer. He began pacing the floor. How he hated to do it. Think,", "Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing\n room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a", "\"But Mr. Piltdon,\" remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's\n glare, \"don't you remember? I tried to....\"", "\"Mr. Piltdon,\" Feetch said. \"I—\" klunk!—\"resign.\"\n\n\n Piltdon started, extreme astonishment crossing his face.", "\"Yes, sir,\" said Feetch paling. \"Then you don't want to hear about my\n discovery of a way to prevent the cans from coming back?\"", "\"No,\" said Feetch. \"People will forget anyway—I hope.\"", "thought Feetch. Twenty-five years of close supervision, dead-lines,\n production headaches, inadequate facilities and assistance. What had\n happened, to the proud dream he once had, the dream of exploring", "Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his\n chest that he had not the experience to recognize as the beginning of a\n slow anger, Piltdon was hitting low and getting away with it.", "Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. \"Mr. Piltdon,\" he said. \"I'm asking\n only one favor. Let me work full time on research and development," ] ]

[ "Which word doesn't describe Jeffers?", "Which word doesn't describe Tolliver?", "How does Tolliver feel about Betty at first?", "What did Tolliver tell Betty that was actually true?", "Why had Betty really come to Ganymede?" ]

[ [ "clever", "persistent", "hot-headed", "cocky" ], [ "hot-headed", "stubborn", "clever", "liar" ], [ "she's a rich man's daughter deserving of the company", "she's attractive and someone he should get to know", "she's an entitled girl that doesn't know what she's getting into", "she's a fun girl to joke around with while on Ganymede" ], [ "he regularly drives armored vehicles on missions", "the rock and ice slides kill people often", "volcanic puffballs pop out through the frozen crust", "how much he's making to work on Ganymede" ], [ "to stay as long as it takes to discover who was behaving illegally", "to arrest Jeffers for the crimes they knew he committed", "to study how the business was run", "to see if the real Betty could handle working there" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Jeffers,\" he announced, \"this is ... just call her Betty.\"\n\n\n The manager's jowled features twisted into an expression of welcome as\n jovial as that of a hungry crocodile.", "Jeffers seemed to stagger standing still behind his desk. His loose\n lips twitched uncertainly, and he looked questioningly to Tolliver. The", "\"You can't prove anything,\" declared Jeffers hoarsely.", "\"Never mind him, Mr. Jeffers,\" snapped the girl, in a tone new to\n Tolliver. \"We won't be working together, I'm afraid. You've already had\n enough rope.\"", "\"I'm sorry about that,\" murmured Betty.\n\n\n Tolliver grunted. Sorrow would not reduce the throbbing, nor was he\n in a mood to undertake an explanation of why Jeffers did not like him\n anyway.", "Tolliver, hardly thinking about it, expected the someone to be\n a secretary, but it turned out to be three members of Jeffers'", "The picture of Jeffers huddled with his partners in the headquarters\n building, plotting the next move, brought Tolliver to his feet.", "\"Try not to be simple—for once!\" growled Jeffers. \"A little percentage\n here and there on the cargoes never shows by the time figures get back", "Tolliver blinked. He had taken her for three or four years older.\n Jeffers now ignored him, intent upon the girl.", "\"Okay I can't fire you legally—as long as you report for work,\"\n grumbled Jeffers, by now a shade more ruddy. \"We'll see how long you", "\"No stupid questions!\" Jeffers ordered. \"Lock these two up while I\n think!\"\n\n\n Tolliver started for the door immediately, but was blocked off.", "The fallen hero, upon arising, had to content himself with grabbing\n Betty. The others were swarming over Tolliver. Jeffers came around his", "\"Oh, can't I? I've already seen certain evidence, and the rest won't\n be hard to find. Where are your books, Mr. Jeffers? You're as good as\n fired!\"", "\"Wh-wh-what do you mean, Miss Koslow?\" Jeffers stammered.\n\n\n He darted a suspicious glare at Tolliver.", "\"Mr. Jeffers,\" said the girl, \"I may look like just another spoiled\n little blonde, but the best part of this company will be mine someday.", "\"All right, then!\" Jeffers snapped after a long moment. \"If you want it\n that way, either you get in line with us or you're through right now!\"", "Jeffers fidgeted in his chair, causing it to creak under the bulk of\n his body. It had been built for Ganymede, but not for Jeffers.", "I'll be sorry later\n, he reflected,\nbut if Jeffers keeps me jockeying\n this creeper, I'm entitled to some amusement. And Daddy's little girl", ", he thought, unperturbed.\nHe'll come\n around. I just want to get back to Earth with a clean rep. Let Jeffers", "In the gravity of Ganymede, the man was knocked off balance as much as\n he was hurt, and sprawled on the floor.\n\n\n \"I\ntold\nyou no questions!\" bawled Jeffers." ], [ "\"How is it here?\" asked the girl. \"They told me it's pretty rough.\"\n\n\n \"What did you expect?\" asked Tolliver. \"Square dances with champagne?\"", "\"Nothing,\" retorted Tolliver. \"Except that there are some. There are\n rumors, and I had a halfway invitation to join in. I think he sells", "show you the ropes. Did you want something else, Tolliver?\"", "\"I'm sorry about that,\" murmured Betty.\n\n\n Tolliver grunted. Sorrow would not reduce the throbbing, nor was he\n in a mood to undertake an explanation of why Jeffers did not like him\n anyway.", "\"You can call me Betty. What happened to him?\"\n\n\n \"I'll tell you some day,\" Tolliver promised darkly. \"This moon can\n strike like a vicious animal.\"", "Tolliver, you can go. Yes, indeed! Mr. Koslow—the president, that is:\n your father—sent a message about you. I repeat, it will be an honor to", "\"I think perhaps you're going to have a shiner,\" remarked the girl.\n\n\n \"Thanks for letting me know in time,\" said Tolliver.", "Jeffers seemed to stagger standing still behind his desk. His loose\n lips twitched uncertainly, and he looked questioningly to Tolliver. The", "\"I'll come along with you, Tolliver,\" said the girl.\n\n\n \"No, I don't think you'd better.\"\n\n\n \"Why not?\"", "Tolliver anchored himself in a seat and grinned as he thought about it\n too.\nAfter a while\n, he promised himself,", "The fallen hero, upon arising, had to content himself with grabbing\n Betty. The others were swarming over Tolliver. Jeffers came around his", "Tolliver, hardly thinking about it, expected the someone to be\n a secretary, but it turned out to be three members of Jeffers'", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nJohnny Tolliver scowled across the desk at his superior. His black\n thatch was ruffled, as if he had been rubbed the wrong way.", "desk to assist.\nTolliver found himself dumped on the floor of an empty office in the\n adjoining warehouse building. It seemed to him that a long time had\n been spent in carrying him there.", "\"Sure,\" agreed Tolliver thinking,\nOhmigod! Trying already to be just", "Tolliver blinked. He had taken her for three or four years older.\n Jeffers now ignored him, intent upon the girl.", "\"What's wrong with that?\" asked Tolliver. \"Outside of the way they keep\n handing out soft jobs to nephews, I mean.\"", "\"Hey, Johnny!\" said a voice at his shoulder. \"The word is that they're\n finally gonna trust you to take that creeper outside.\"\n\n\n Tolliver turned to see Red Higgins, a regular driver.", "Tolliver stared at him silently, but the other had difficulty meeting\n his eye.", "\"Your paycheck,\" said Betty. \"As soon as I saw that ridiculous amount,\n it was obvious that there was gross mismanagement here. It had to be\n Jeffers.\"\n\n\n Tolliver groaned." ], [ "\"I'm sorry about that,\" murmured Betty.\n\n\n Tolliver grunted. Sorrow would not reduce the throbbing, nor was he\n in a mood to undertake an explanation of why Jeffers did not like him\n anyway.", "\"Sorry to keep you waiting,\" she said, sliding into the seat beside\n Tolliver. \"By the way, just call me Betty.\"", "The manager dropped heavily to his chair. He stared unbelievingly at\n Betty, and Tolliver thought he muttered something about \"just landed.\"", "\"You can call me Betty. What happened to him?\"\n\n\n \"I'll tell you some day,\" Tolliver promised darkly. \"This moon can\n strike like a vicious animal.\"", "The fallen hero, upon arising, had to content himself with grabbing\n Betty. The others were swarming over Tolliver. Jeffers came around his", "\"Your paycheck,\" said Betty. \"As soon as I saw that ridiculous amount,\n it was obvious that there was gross mismanagement here. It had to be\n Jeffers.\"\n\n\n Tolliver groaned.", ", Tolliver reminded himself.\nDon't be here\n when they do!\nHe grabbed Betty by the wrist of her spacesuit and headed for the", "suspect. He also noticed certain peculiarities about the remarks of the\n Patrolman.\nFor one thing, though the officer seemed well acquainted with Betty, he", "Tolliver blinked. He had taken her for three or four years older.\n Jeffers now ignored him, intent upon the girl.", "\"Jeffers,\" he announced, \"this is ... just call her Betty.\"\n\n\n The manager's jowled features twisted into an expression of welcome as\n jovial as that of a hungry crocodile.", "\"How is it here?\" asked the girl. \"They told me it's pretty rough.\"\n\n\n \"What did you expect?\" asked Tolliver. \"Square dances with champagne?\"", "\"Sure,\" agreed Tolliver thinking,\nOhmigod! Trying already to be just", "Tolliver anchored himself in a seat and grinned as he thought about it\n too.\nAfter a while\n, he promised himself,", "\"I think perhaps you're going to have a shiner,\" remarked the girl.\n\n\n \"Thanks for letting me know in time,\" said Tolliver.", "\"I'll come along with you, Tolliver,\" said the girl.\n\n\n \"No, I don't think you'd better.\"\n\n\n \"Why not?\"", "He signed off promptly. The pilot faced Betty, who looked more offended\n than reassured at discovering his status.\n\n\n \"This 'Miss Koslow' business,\" he said suspiciously. \"He sounded funny\n about that.\"", "have got me killed!\n\"We do have one trouble,\" he heard Betty saying. \"This tractor driver,\n Tolliver, saved my neck by making the ship take off somehow, but he", "From the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Betty make a startled\n gesture, but he had his work cut out for him. This was tougher than the\n interior dome.", "Jeffers seemed to stagger standing still behind his desk. His loose\n lips twitched uncertainly, and he looked questioningly to Tolliver. The", "\"I can see you're used to sweeping girls off their feet,\" she commented\n sourly.\n\n\n \"The main problem is whether you can cook.\"\n\n\n Betty frowned at him." ], [ "\"I'm sorry about that,\" murmured Betty.\n\n\n Tolliver grunted. Sorrow would not reduce the throbbing, nor was he\n in a mood to undertake an explanation of why Jeffers did not like him\n anyway.", "\"You can call me Betty. What happened to him?\"\n\n\n \"I'll tell you some day,\" Tolliver promised darkly. \"This moon can\n strike like a vicious animal.\"", "\"Your paycheck,\" said Betty. \"As soon as I saw that ridiculous amount,\n it was obvious that there was gross mismanagement here. It had to be\n Jeffers.\"\n\n\n Tolliver groaned.", "\"Sorry to keep you waiting,\" she said, sliding into the seat beside\n Tolliver. \"By the way, just call me Betty.\"", "The manager dropped heavily to his chair. He stared unbelievingly at\n Betty, and Tolliver thought he muttered something about \"just landed.\"", "The fallen hero, upon arising, had to content himself with grabbing\n Betty. The others were swarming over Tolliver. Jeffers came around his", ", Tolliver reminded himself.\nDon't be here\n when they do!\nHe grabbed Betty by the wrist of her spacesuit and headed for the", "\"I think perhaps you're going to have a shiner,\" remarked the girl.\n\n\n \"Thanks for letting me know in time,\" said Tolliver.", "\"How is it here?\" asked the girl. \"They told me it's pretty rough.\"\n\n\n \"What did you expect?\" asked Tolliver. \"Square dances with champagne?\"", "have got me killed!\n\"We do have one trouble,\" he heard Betty saying. \"This tractor driver,\n Tolliver, saved my neck by making the ship take off somehow, but he", "suspect. He also noticed certain peculiarities about the remarks of the\n Patrolman.\nFor one thing, though the officer seemed well acquainted with Betty, he", "\"In fact, we\nhave\nto get in to stay out of trouble,\" he said to Betty.", "\"Sure,\" agreed Tolliver thinking,\nOhmigod! Trying already to be just", "he told himself.\nWhat a liar you are,\n Tolliver!\nHe enlarged upon other dangers to be encountered on the satellite,", "Tolliver, you can go. Yes, indeed! Mr. Koslow—the president, that is:\n your father—sent a message about you. I repeat, it will be an honor to", "Tolliver anchored himself in a seat and grinned as he thought about it\n too.\nAfter a while\n, he promised himself,", "Tolliver blinked. He had taken her for three or four years older.\n Jeffers now ignored him, intent upon the girl.", "\"Who knows?\" retorted Tolliver. \"There wasn't time to check\neverything\n. We'll worry about that after we make your call.\"", "\"Nothing,\" retorted Tolliver. \"Except that there are some. There are\n rumors, and I had a halfway invitation to join in. I think he sells", "\"That's right,\" said Betty. \"Uh ... Daddy made arrangements for me.\"" ], [ "\"Yeah, you were pretty lucky. They'll think you're a marvel to crack\n the case in about three hours on Ganymede.\"\n\n\n \"Great!\" muttered Betty. \"What a lucky girl I am!\"", "The girl grinned.\n\n\n \"Relax, Tolliver,\" she told him. \"Did you really believe Daddy would\n send his own little girl way out here to Ganymede to look for whoever\n was gypping him?\"", "\"Miss Koslow!\" he beamed, like a politician the day before the voting.\n \"It certainly is an honor to have you on Ganymede with us! That's all,", "\"You never can tell,\" said the pilot, yielding to temptation. \"Any\n square inch of Ganymede is likely to be dangerous.\"", "\"Don't sneer at Ganymede, honey!\" he warned portentously. \"Many a\n man who did isn't here today. Take the fellow who used to drive this\n mission!\"", "\"Oh, they told me there was nothing alive on Ganymede!\"", ", Tolliver reminded himself.\nDon't be here\n when they do!\nHe grabbed Betty by the wrist of her spacesuit and headed for the", "exasperatedly at a bulkhead, marveling at the influence of a man who\n could arrange for a cruiser to escort his daughter to Ganymede and\n wondering what was behind it all.", "\"Let's not argue about it,\" said Betty, a trifle pale but looking\n determined. \"I'm coming with you. Is that stuff getting soft yet?\"", "She was about five feet four and moved as if she walked lightly even\n in stronger gravity than Ganymede's. Her trim coiffure was a shade too", "pilot stared at Betty, trying to recall pictures he had seen of the\n elder Koslow. He was also trying to remember some of the lies he had\n told en route from the spaceport.", "\"Sorry to keep you waiting,\" she said, sliding into the seat beside\n Tolliver. \"By the way, just call me Betty.\"", "In the gravity of Ganymede, the man was knocked off balance as much as\n he was hurt, and sprawled on the floor.\n\n\n \"I\ntold\nyou no questions!\" bawled Jeffers.", "I'll explain how I cut the fuel\n flow and see if she's detective enough to suspect that we're just\n orbiting Ganymede!", "\"Jeffers,\" he announced, \"this is ... just call her Betty.\"\n\n\n The manager's jowled features twisted into an expression of welcome as\n jovial as that of a hungry crocodile.", "\"In fact, we\nhave\nto get in to stay out of trouble,\" he said to Betty.", "suspect. He also noticed certain peculiarities about the remarks of the\n Patrolman.\nFor one thing, though the officer seemed well acquainted with Betty, he", "From the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Betty make a startled\n gesture, but he had his work cut out for him. This was tougher than the\n interior dome.", "himself.\nIt was a long mile, even at the pace human muscles could achieve on\n Ganymede. They took one short rest, during which Tolliver was forced", "In the end, he displayed conclusive evidence in the form of the weekly\n paycheck he had received that morning. It did not, naturally, indicate\n he was drawing the salary of a space pilot. Betty looked thoughtful." ] ]

[ "Why doesn’t Wayne like his parents? \n", "Which category and description best describes the type of story “The Recruit” is using as its base? \n", "What idea is introduced during the armory scene that becomes a motif throughout the rest of the story? \n", "What is the purpose of “the break out” instituted by the Youth Board? \n", "Which word best describe Wayne’s worst fear?\n", "What is the paradox of Wayne’s “breaking out” experience? \n", "Who is with Red when Wayne enters the Four Aces Club? \n", "What is significant about Wayne’s averse reaction to witnessing the stewbum beating? \n", "What is ironic about Wayne’s laughing in the face of violence?—First when he leaves his parents house and again when he chases Red. \n" ]

[ [ "His parents broke out when they were much younger than the age he is now, and he is embarrassed by this. \n", "His parents want to keep him from breaking out, knowing that the horrors Wayne will face are too much for him. \n", "No reason. Wayne is a bad egg and enjoys tormenting them. \n", "He feels that they are soft and stupid, that they’ve given up on what life has to offer.\n" ], [ "Coming of age: Wayne must kill one person during the break out test in order to become a functioning member of society. Breaking out is a rite of passage. ", "Boy Meets Girl: When Wayne chases Red and attempts to kill her, he realizes that killing isn’t for him and that the rest of his life should\n", "Animal Rights: The story is an exploration of Wayne’s realization that cats and mice should not be subject to violence. \n", "Man vs. Nature: The entire story is dedicated to exploring how a society can kill the animalistic natures within a human body and soul. \n" ], [ "The idea that Wayne's end of curfew will mean more trips to the armory. More weapons always. ", "The idea of cat and mouse games. From this point on Wayne thinks of his duty in terms of hunting. \nThe end of curfew. From this point on Wayne wants to live the rest of his life without curfew.", "The fear of ending up a counter boy like the corporal. From this point on Wayne does everything he can not to end up like the corporal.\n", "The exciting and scary power of the .38 and the switch blade. From this point on Wayne feels more powerful than ever\n" ], [ "Requiring that all youths commit one violent act as a rite of passage to adulthood is the only way the city has found to best fight crime. \n", "Requiring that all youths commit one violent act as a rite of passage to adulthood is thought to eradicate any violent urges that might occur later in life. \n", "Requiring that all youths commit one violent act as a rite of passage to adulthood is thought to show what skillset each teen is most capable of. \n", "Requiring that all youths commit one violent act as a rite of passage to adulthood is thought to be the best way to take care of the city’s mouse and cat infestation. \n" ], [ "Gun", "Cat", "Punk", "Red" ], [ "The fact that Wayne feels bad for the stewbum demonstrates that he feels more for humanity than the Corporal accuses him of. \n", "The fact that Wayne laughs during his chase with Red is paradoxical to the way he demonstrates empathy for his father. \n", "-The fact that Wayne cannot complete his kill suggests that violence is not necessarily an inherent part of humanity, such as the state claims. \n", "The fact that Wayne cannot complete his kills suggests that he will become like how mother, which is the opposite of what he wants for himself. \n" ], [ "A hefty psycho who drinks too much \n", "A hefty psycho who has killed five people \n", "A hefty psycho with a cat’s face \n", "A hefty psycho who has abducted Red \n" ], [ "It foreshadows that Wayne will not be able to go through with his kill\n", "It is symbolic for the inner rage bubbling within Wayne’s teenage brain. \n", "It references the rage he feels toward his cowardly and stupid father\n", "It foreshadows the violence Wayne will do to Red\n" ], [ "His laughs suggest he enjoys violence, but really they are a cry for help. \n", "His real feelings about violence are the opposite of anything comical. He takes his job with the state very seriously.\n", "His real feelings about violence are the opposite of what his maniacal laugh suggests. It turns out he isn’t a heartless killer. \n", "Wayne’s laughing suggests that he is always in control, when in reality it is actually his mother and Red who know the truth about the world.\n" ] ]

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[ [ "\"No, sir,\" Wayne mumbled. He didn't look up. \"I'm sorry I punked out.\"\n\n\n \"Give him the treatment,\" the doctor said wearily. \"And send him back\n to his mother.\"", "Wayne watched the ritual, grinning. He listened to their purposeless\n noises, their blabbing and yakking as if they had something to say.", "\"Hell,\" Wayne said, grinning straight into the old man. \"I just got my\n draft call.\"\n\n\n He saw the old man's Adam's apple move. \"Oh, my dear boy,\" Mother cried\n out.", "\"Okay, go,\" Wayne said. \"If you wanta walk. I'm taking the family\n boltbucket.\"\n\n\n \"But we promised the Clemons, dear,\" his mother said.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons\n imbedded in the waxlike skin of his face. Then he grinned all on one\n side. One huge hand scratched across the wet table top like a furious\n cat's.", "\"So gimme the keys,\" Wayne said. The old man handed the keys over. His\n understanding smile was strained, and fear flicked in his sagging eyes.", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "Wayne walked over and sneered down at the human garbage lying in\n scummed rain pools. The smell of raw violence, the scent of blood, made\n his heart thump like a trapped rubber ball in a cage.", "But the old man was right on for once about the dangerous repressed\n impulses. Wayne had heard about it often enough. Anyway there was no", "Wayne drank. Liquored heat dripped into his stomach. Fire tickled his\n veins, became hot wire twisting in his head.", "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "Wayne returned the challenging move but felt a nervous twitch jerk at\n his lips. A numbness covered his brain like a film as he concentrated", "Wayne took his time. He knew how she felt waiting in there, listening\n to his creeping, implacable footfalls.\n\n\n Then he yelled and slammed open the door.", "Contemptuously amused little eyes glittered at Wayne from a shaggy\n head. Shoulders hunched like stuffed sea-bags.", "Wayne smiled with wry superiority at the redheaded psycho in a dirty\n T-shirt, a big bruiser with a gorilla face. He was tussling his mouse\n heavy.", "Wayne felt the assured smile die on his face. Something seemed to\n shrink him. If he didn't watch himself he'd begin feeling like a pea\n among bowling balls.", "\"No use running,\" Wayne said. \"Go loose. Give, baby. Give now.\"", "Wayne's mouth twitched. He leaned across the counter toward the\n shelves and racks of weapons. \"I'll remember that crack when I get", "The crawling stewbum screamed as the baseball bat whacked. The teener\n laughed. Wayne wanted to shout. He opened his mouth, but the yell" ], [ "THE RECRUIT\nBY BRYCE WALTON\nIt was dirty work, but it would\n\n make him a man. And kids had a\n\n right to grow up—some of them!", "under a sign reading\nPublic Youth Center No. 947\nand walked casually\n to the reception desk, where a thin man with sergeant's stripes and a", "\"What's that, baby?\"\n\n\n \"I'm tired running. Kill me first. Beat me after. They won't know the\n difference.\"", "He gained. He moved up. His labored breath pumped more fire. And her\n scream was a rejuvenation hypo in his blood.\nShe quivered above him on the stoop, panting, her eyes afire with\n terror.", "slash of sensuous mouth. Briefed and waiting, primed and eager for\n running, she recognized her pursuer at once. He sat at a table near\n her, watching and grinning and seeing her squirm.", "my commission.\" He blew smoke in the corporal's face. \"Bring me a\n Smith and Wesson .38, shoulder holster with spring-clip. And throw in", "A tired fat corporal with a naked head blinked up at tall Wayne.\n Finally he said, \"So make up your mind, bud. Think you're the only kid\n breaking out tonight?\"", "\"Your beast is primed and waiting at the Four Aces Club on the West\n Side. Know where that is, punk?\"\n\n\n \"No, sir, but I'll find it fast.\"", "The crawling stewbum screamed as the baseball bat whacked. The teener\n laughed. Wayne wanted to shout. He opened his mouth, but the yell", "\"Where you think you're going, my pretty lad?\"\n\n\n Wayne grinned down. \"Higher I hope than a typewriter jockey.\"", "\"You enjoyed the hunt, Seton? You got your kicks?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir.\"\n\n\n \"But you couldn't execute them?\"\n\n\n \"No, sir.\"", "She crouched in the corner panting. He took his time moving in. He\n snickered as he flashed the switchblade and circled it like a serpent's", "The corporal's little eyes studied Wayne with malicious amusement.\n \"Take it from a vet, bud. Sooner you go the better. It's a big city and", "\"Sure you will, punk,\" smiled Captain Jack. \"She'll be wearing yellow\n slacks and a red shirt. Black hair, a cute trick. She's with a hefty", "Up and down alleys, a rat's maze. A rabbit run. Across vacant lots.\n Through shattered tenement ruins. Over a fence. There she was, falling,\n sliding down a brick shute.", "\"Don't run. Please. Kill me! It'll be someone else if you don't. Oh,\n God, I'm so tired waiting and running!\"", "the way a dog snaps at a wound. You big overblown son, he thought, I'll\n show you but good who is a punk. They made a guy wait and sweat until", "\"Well, this is it, punk. You go the distance or start a butterfly\n collection.\"", "\"This is him! This is him all right,\" the teener yelled, and one hand\n came up swinging a baseball bat.\n\n\n A head bobbed out of the Cad window and giggled.", "Wayne took his time. He knew how she felt waiting in there, listening\n to his creeping, implacable footfalls.\n\n\n Then he yelled and slammed open the door." ], [ "\"Oh.\" The sergeant checked his name off a roster and nodded. He wrote\n on a slip of paper, handed the pass to Wayne. \"Go to the Armory and", "Wayne's mouth twitched. He leaned across the counter toward the\n shelves and racks of weapons. \"I'll remember that crack when I get", "She backed into darkness, up there against the sagging tenement wall,\n her arms out and poised like crippled wings. Wayne crept up. She gave", "Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons\n imbedded in the waxlike skin of his face. Then he grinned all on one\n side. One huge hand scratched across the wet table top like a furious\n cat's.", "heard a scream as rotten boards crumbled and dust exploded from\n cracks. A rat ran past Wayne and fell into space. He burst into the\n third-floor hallway and saw her half-falling through a door under the", "my commission.\" He blew smoke in the corporal's face. \"Bring me a\n Smith and Wesson .38, shoulder holster with spring-clip. And throw in", "He found the alley, dark, a gloom-dripping tunnel. He drove cautiously\n into it and rolled along, watching. His belly ached with expectancy as", "Wayne took his time. He knew how she felt waiting in there, listening\n to his creeping, implacable footfalls.\n\n\n Then he yelled and slammed open the door.", "while Wayne examined the weapons, broke open the revolver, twirled the\n cylinder and pushed cartridges into the waiting chamber. He slipped\n the knife from the comb case, flicked open the blade and stared at its", "Dust and stench, filth so awful it made nothing of the dust. In\n the corner he saw something hardly to be called a bed. More like", "\"Do be careful, dear,\" his mother said. She ran toward him as he\n laughed and shut the door on her. He was still laughing as he whoomed", "Captain Jack moved massively. The big stone-walled office, alive with\n stuffed lion and tiger and gunracks, seemed to grow smaller. Captain", "He removed his leather jacket. He slung the holster under his left\n armpit and tested the spring clip release several times, feeling the", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "Up and down alleys, a rat's maze. A rabbit run. Across vacant lots.\n Through shattered tenement ruins. Over a fence. There she was, falling,\n sliding down a brick shute.", "\"I gotta hide, kid. They're on me.\"\n\n\n Wayne's chest rose and his hands curled.\n\n\n The bum's fingers drew at the air like white talons.", "on staring down Red the psycho. But Red kept looking, his eyes bright\n but dead. Then he began struggling it up again with the scared little\n mouse.", "He stood up and started through the haze. The psycho leaped and a table\n crashed. Wayne's .38 dropped from its spring-clip holster and the blast", "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "under a sign reading\nPublic Youth Center No. 947\nand walked casually\n to the reception desk, where a thin man with sergeant's stripes and a" ], [ "\"Are we specialists? That's the Youth Board's headache, ain't it? What\n do we know about adolescent trauma and like that? Now get dressed or\n we'll be late.\"", "He turned and ran blindly, half-fell down the cracking stairs.\nDoctor Burns, head of the readjustment staff at the Youth Center,\n studied Wayne with abstract interest.", "A tired fat corporal with a naked head blinked up at tall Wayne.\n Finally he said, \"So make up your mind, bud. Think you're the only kid\n breaking out tonight?\"", "\"We got to let him go, Eva. It's a dangerous time. You got to remember\n about all these dangerous repressed impulses piling up with nowhere to\n go, like they say. You read the books.\"", "Wayne's breath quickened as he watched, feeling somehow blank wonder\n at finding himself there, free and breaking out at last with no curfew", "under a sign reading\nPublic Youth Center No. 947\nand walked casually\n to the reception desk, where a thin man with sergeant's stripes and a", "doubt about it when every move he made was a restrained explosion.\n So he'd waited in his room, and it wasn't easy sweating it out alone\n waiting for the breakout call from HQ.", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "The crawling stewbum screamed as the baseball bat whacked. The teener\n laughed. Wayne wanted to shout. He opened his mouth, but the yell", "heard a scream as rotten boards crumbled and dust exploded from\n cracks. A rat ran past Wayne and fell into space. He burst into the\n third-floor hallway and saw her half-falling through a door under the", "marking moron time in a gray dream. Man, was he glad to break out.", "Blab-blab about the same old bones, and end up chewing them in the\n same old ways. Then they begin all over again. A freak sideshow all the\n way to nowhere. Squareheads going around either unconscious or with", "\"You should have got it out of your system, Seton, but now it's still\n in there. I can't turn you out and have it erupt later—and maybe shed\n clean innocent blood, can I?\"", "\"Too bad,\" the doctor said. \"We all have aggressive impulses, primitive\n needs that must be expressed early, purged. There's murder in all", "the Olds between the pale dead glow of houses and roared up the ramp\n onto the Freeway. Ahead was the promising glitter of adventure-calling", "\"The psycho you only wounded. He's a five-times murderer. And that girl\n killed her father when she was twelve. You realize there's nothing can\n be done for them? That they have to be executed?\"", "The teener laughed, tossed the bat away and began jumping up and down\n with his hobnailed, mail-order air force boots. Then he ran into the", "Captain Jack chuckled. \"All right, superboy.\" He handed Wayne his\n passcard. \"Curfew's off, punk, for 6 hours. You got 6 hours to make\n out.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir.\"", "Up and down alleys, a rat's maze. A rabbit run. Across vacant lots.\n Through shattered tenement ruins. Over a fence. There she was, falling,\n sliding down a brick shute." ], [ "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "The stewbum stumbled. His bearded face in dim breaking moonlight had\n a dirty, greenish tinge as he sensed Wayne there. He turned in a\n grotesque uncoordinated jiggling and his eyes were wide with terror and\n doom.", "Wayne returned the challenging move but felt a nervous twitch jerk at\n his lips. A numbness covered his brain like a film as he concentrated", "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "Wayne took his time. He knew how she felt waiting in there, listening\n to his creeping, implacable footfalls.\n\n\n Then he yelled and slammed open the door.", "Wayne felt the assured smile die on his face. Something seemed to\n shrink him. If he didn't watch himself he'd begin feeling like a pea\n among bowling balls.", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "\"No, sir,\" Wayne mumbled. He didn't look up. \"I'm sorry I punked out.\"\n\n\n \"Give him the treatment,\" the doctor said wearily. \"And send him back\n to his mother.\"", "potholes, narrow and winding and humid with wet unpleasant smells.\n Wayne's fearful exhilaration increased as he cruised with bated breath", "Wayne walked over and sneered down at the human garbage lying in\n scummed rain pools. The smell of raw violence, the scent of blood, made\n his heart thump like a trapped rubber ball in a cage.", "a squeaking sob, turned, ran. Wayne leaped into gloom. Wood cracked.\n He clambered over rotten lumber. The doorway sagged and he hesitated", "But the old man was right on for once about the dangerous repressed\n impulses. Wayne had heard about it often enough. Anyway there was no", "\"So gimme the keys,\" Wayne said. The old man handed the keys over. His\n understanding smile was strained, and fear flicked in his sagging eyes.", "\"Hell,\" Wayne said, grinning straight into the old man. \"I just got my\n draft call.\"\n\n\n He saw the old man's Adam's apple move. \"Oh, my dear boy,\" Mother cried\n out.", "Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons\n imbedded in the waxlike skin of his face. Then he grinned all on one\n side. One huge hand scratched across the wet table top like a furious\n cat's.", "Red nuzzled the mouse's neck and made drooly noises. Wayne watched and\n fed on the promising terror and helplessness of her hunted face. She\n sat rigid, eyes fixed on Wayne like balls of frozen glass.", "She backed into darkness, up there against the sagging tenement wall,\n her arms out and poised like crippled wings. Wayne crept up. She gave", "\"I gotta hide, kid. They're on me.\"\n\n\n Wayne's chest rose and his hands curled.\n\n\n The bum's fingers drew at the air like white talons.", "The air through the open window was chill and damp coming from\n Slumville, but Wayne felt a cold that wasn't of the night or the wind.", "Wayne drank. Liquored heat dripped into his stomach. Fire tickled his\n veins, became hot wire twisting in his head." ], [ "Wayne's breath quickened as he watched, feeling somehow blank wonder\n at finding himself there, free and breaking out at last with no curfew", "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "\"No use running,\" Wayne said. \"Go loose. Give, baby. Give now.\"", "Wayne returned the challenging move but felt a nervous twitch jerk at\n his lips. A numbness covered his brain like a film as he concentrated", "A tired fat corporal with a naked head blinked up at tall Wayne.\n Finally he said, \"So make up your mind, bud. Think you're the only kid\n breaking out tonight?\"", "She backed into darkness, up there against the sagging tenement wall,\n her arms out and poised like crippled wings. Wayne crept up. She gave", "But the old man was right on for once about the dangerous repressed\n impulses. Wayne had heard about it often enough. Anyway there was no", "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "The stewbum stumbled. His bearded face in dim breaking moonlight had\n a dirty, greenish tinge as he sensed Wayne there. He turned in a\n grotesque uncoordinated jiggling and his eyes were wide with terror and\n doom.", "a squeaking sob, turned, ran. Wayne leaped into gloom. Wood cracked.\n He clambered over rotten lumber. The doorway sagged and he hesitated", "\"So gimme the keys,\" Wayne said. The old man handed the keys over. His\n understanding smile was strained, and fear flicked in his sagging eyes.", "Wayne watched the ritual, grinning. He listened to their purposeless\n noises, their blabbing and yakking as if they had something to say.", "\"No, sir,\" Wayne mumbled. He didn't look up. \"I'm sorry I punked out.\"\n\n\n \"Give him the treatment,\" the doctor said wearily. \"And send him back\n to his mother.\"", "Wayne walked over and sneered down at the human garbage lying in\n scummed rain pools. The smell of raw violence, the scent of blood, made\n his heart thump like a trapped rubber ball in a cage.", "\"Where you think you're going, my pretty lad?\"\n\n\n Wayne grinned down. \"Higher I hope than a typewriter jockey.\"", "Wayne took his time. He knew how she felt waiting in there, listening\n to his creeping, implacable footfalls.\n\n\n Then he yelled and slammed open the door.", "The corporal's little eyes studied Wayne with malicious amusement.\n \"Take it from a vet, bud. Sooner you go the better. It's a big city and", "Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons\n imbedded in the waxlike skin of his face. Then he grinned all on one\n side. One huge hand scratched across the wet table top like a furious\n cat's.", "\"I gotta hide, kid. They're on me.\"\n\n\n Wayne's chest rose and his hands curled.\n\n\n The bum's fingers drew at the air like white talons." ], [ "Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons\n imbedded in the waxlike skin of his face. Then he grinned all on one\n side. One huge hand scratched across the wet table top like a furious\n cat's.", "He hurried into the Four Aces, drawn by an exhilarating vision ... and\n pursued by the hollow haunting fears of his own desires.", "Wayne smiled with wry superiority at the redheaded psycho in a dirty\n T-shirt, a big bruiser with a gorilla face. He was tussling his mouse\n heavy.", "\"Your beast is primed and waiting at the Four Aces Club on the West\n Side. Know where that is, punk?\"\n\n\n \"No, sir, but I'll find it fast.\"", "He walked through the wavering haze of smoke and liquored dizziness and\n stood until his eyes learned the dark. He spotted her red shirt and\n yellow legs over in the corner above a murky lighted table.", "Red nuzzled the mouse's neck and made drooly noises. Wayne watched and\n fed on the promising terror and helplessness of her hunted face. She\n sat rigid, eyes fixed on Wayne like balls of frozen glass.", "She backed into darkness, up there against the sagging tenement wall,\n her arms out and poised like crippled wings. Wayne crept up. She gave", "Wayne's mouth twitched. He leaned across the counter toward the\n shelves and racks of weapons. \"I'll remember that crack when I get", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "Wayne waved the pass card, signed by Captain Jack, under the cop's\n quivering nose. The cop shivered and stepped back and waved him on. The\n Olds roared over the bridge as the night's rain blew away.", "past Wayne and he felt the engine-hot fumes against his legs. Tires\n squealed. The Cad stopped and a teener in black jacket jumped out and\n crouched as he began stalking the old rummy.", "The waiter sat the Crusher down. Wayne signed a chit; tonight he was in\n the pay of the state.\n\n\n \"What else, teener?\"\n\n\n \"One thing. Fade.\"", "he spotted the sick-looking dab of neon wanly sparkling.\nFOUR ACES CLUB\nHe parked across the alley. He got out and stood in shadows, digging", "Wayne drank. Liquored heat dripped into his stomach. Fire tickled his\n veins, became hot wire twisting in his head.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "A tired fat corporal with a naked head blinked up at tall Wayne.\n Finally he said, \"So make up your mind, bud. Think you're the only kid\n breaking out tonight?\"", "\"So gimme the keys,\" Wayne said. The old man handed the keys over. His\n understanding smile was strained, and fear flicked in his sagging eyes.", "Wayne walked over and sneered down at the human garbage lying in\n scummed rain pools. The smell of raw violence, the scent of blood, made\n his heart thump like a trapped rubber ball in a cage.", "while Wayne examined the weapons, broke open the revolver, twirled the\n cylinder and pushed cartridges into the waiting chamber. He slipped\n the knife from the comb case, flicked open the blade and stared at its" ], [ "The stewbum stumbled. His bearded face in dim breaking moonlight had\n a dirty, greenish tinge as he sensed Wayne there. He turned in a\n grotesque uncoordinated jiggling and his eyes were wide with terror and\n doom.", "The crawling stewbum screamed as the baseball bat whacked. The teener\n laughed. Wayne wanted to shout. He opened his mouth, but the yell", "Wayne returned the challenging move but felt a nervous twitch jerk at\n his lips. A numbness covered his brain like a film as he concentrated", "Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons\n imbedded in the waxlike skin of his face. Then he grinned all on one\n side. One huge hand scratched across the wet table top like a furious\n cat's.", "Wayne walked over and sneered down at the human garbage lying in\n scummed rain pools. The smell of raw violence, the scent of blood, made\n his heart thump like a trapped rubber ball in a cage.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "\"No, sir,\" Wayne mumbled. He didn't look up. \"I'm sorry I punked out.\"\n\n\n \"Give him the treatment,\" the doctor said wearily. \"And send him back\n to his mother.\"", "But the old man was right on for once about the dangerous repressed\n impulses. Wayne had heard about it often enough. Anyway there was no", "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "Wayne felt the assured smile die on his face. Something seemed to\n shrink him. If he didn't watch himself he'd begin feeling like a pea\n among bowling balls.", "past Wayne and he felt the engine-hot fumes against his legs. Tires\n squealed. The Cad stopped and a teener in black jacket jumped out and\n crouched as he began stalking the old rummy.", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "Wayne watched the ritual, grinning. He listened to their purposeless\n noises, their blabbing and yakking as if they had something to say.", "Wayne drank. Liquored heat dripped into his stomach. Fire tickled his\n veins, became hot wire twisting in his head.", "\"Wayne Seton,\" said Captain Jack as if he were discussing something\n in a bug collection. \"Well, well, you're really fired up aren't you?\n Really going out to eat 'em. Right, punk?\"", "Wayne's mouth twitched. He leaned across the counter toward the\n shelves and racks of weapons. \"I'll remember that crack when I get", "Contemptuously amused little eyes glittered at Wayne from a shaggy\n head. Shoulders hunched like stuffed sea-bags.", "He turned and ran blindly, half-fell down the cracking stairs.\nDoctor Burns, head of the readjustment staff at the Youth Center,\n studied Wayne with abstract interest.", "Wayne took his time. He knew how she felt waiting in there, listening\n to his creeping, implacable footfalls.\n\n\n Then he yelled and slammed open the door.", "Wayne's breath quickened as he watched, feeling somehow blank wonder\n at finding himself there, free and breaking out at last with no curfew" ], [ "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons\n imbedded in the waxlike skin of his face. Then he grinned all on one\n side. One huge hand scratched across the wet table top like a furious\n cat's.", "Wayne smiled with wry superiority at the redheaded psycho in a dirty\n T-shirt, a big bruiser with a gorilla face. He was tussling his mouse\n heavy.", "Wayne walked over and sneered down at the human garbage lying in\n scummed rain pools. The smell of raw violence, the scent of blood, made\n his heart thump like a trapped rubber ball in a cage.", "\"Do be careful, dear,\" his mother said. She ran toward him as he\n laughed and shut the door on her. He was still laughing as he whoomed", "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "\"Hell,\" Wayne said, grinning straight into the old man. \"I just got my\n draft call.\"\n\n\n He saw the old man's Adam's apple move. \"Oh, my dear boy,\" Mother cried\n out.", "Wayne watched the ritual, grinning. He listened to their purposeless\n noises, their blabbing and yakking as if they had something to say.", "\"Where you think you're going, my pretty lad?\"\n\n\n Wayne grinned down. \"Higher I hope than a typewriter jockey.\"", "Wayne's mouth twitched. He leaned across the counter toward the\n shelves and racks of weapons. \"I'll remember that crack when I get", "But the old man was right on for once about the dangerous repressed\n impulses. Wayne had heard about it often enough. Anyway there was no", "Wayne took his time. He knew how she felt waiting in there, listening\n to his creeping, implacable footfalls.\n\n\n Then he yelled and slammed open the door.", "Red nuzzled the mouse's neck and made drooly noises. Wayne watched and\n fed on the promising terror and helplessness of her hunted face. She\n sat rigid, eyes fixed on Wayne like balls of frozen glass.", "a squeaking sob, turned, ran. Wayne leaped into gloom. Wood cracked.\n He clambered over rotten lumber. The doorway sagged and he hesitated", "\"No use running,\" Wayne said. \"Go loose. Give, baby. Give now.\"", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "The corporal's little eyes studied Wayne with malicious amusement.\n \"Take it from a vet, bud. Sooner you go the better. It's a big city and", "The stewbum stumbled. His bearded face in dim breaking moonlight had\n a dirty, greenish tinge as he sensed Wayne there. He turned in a\n grotesque uncoordinated jiggling and his eyes were wide with terror and\n doom.", "\"So gimme the keys,\" Wayne said. The old man handed the keys over. His\n understanding smile was strained, and fear flicked in his sagging eyes.", "Wayne returned the challenging move but felt a nervous twitch jerk at\n his lips. A numbness covered his brain like a film as he concentrated" ] ]

[ "Who ordered that the narrator to Dondromogon? \n", "What is the significance of the narrator’s height? \n", "The purpose for the narrator losing his memory is. . . \n", "Who first tells the narrator about his destiny? \n", "What is the significance of the narrator’s thumb print?\n", "Who is Sporr and what is his authority in calling the narrator Yandro? \n", "What is the meaning of Dondromogon’s two extreme hemispheres? \n", "How do people live on Dondromogon? What is an example of a repercussion its people suffer as a result of its extreme temperatures? \n", "Who is Yandro and what is his relationship to Dandromogon? \n", "What is the meaning of the garments given to the narrator? \n" ]

[ [ "The Voice\n", "Old Sporr \n", "The Book", "The Masters of the Worlds\n" ], [ "It shows he is liar. \n", "It shows he is not from Dondromogon\n", "It shows he is the Conquering Stranger \n", "It shows he is not from Earth \n" ], [ "Earth is not something a Dondromogon leader should remember. \n", "So he can be birthed on a clean slate as the new Dondromogon leader. \n", "So that the Dondromogons will be suspicious of him\n", "To better assimilate to Dondromogon culture.\n" ], [ "Doriza \n", "The Masters of the Worlds\n", "The Voice \n", "Old Sporr\n" ], [ "It is proof that he is Yandro \n", "It is proof that he is from Earth \n", "It is proof that he is a Newcomer \n", "It is proof that he is a Master of Worlds \n" ], [ "He is a mystic in touch with faith, in charge of the materialization of gods.\n", "He is a mystic in touch with the spiritual realm, in charge of prophecies. \n", "He is a mystic in touch with the material space, in charge of prophecies. \n", "He is a mystic in touch with what is Good, in charge of the rational realm. \n" ], [ "It causes its people to develop two vastly different cultures, creating social tension.\n", "It causes its people to search for prophets, martyrs, and heroes, symbolizing the schizophrenia of the planet’s inhabitants. \n", "It causes its people to live underground, giving the story its setting. \n", "It causes its inhabitant groups to fight over what amount of the planet is habitable, the two extremes symbolizing the split between peoples. \n" ], [ "They have to battle the extreme heat and extreme cold. Because of these intense temperatures people suffer, wars often start out of general agitation. \n", "The live deep in the ground. They can only survive above ground for a short period, so they have to find what they need and quickly bring it back underground. \n", "The live deep in the ground. They have to find all necessities for life, such as food, deep within the mines they dug to survive. \n", "They live in a great temple, exactly on the twilight line between the light and dark side of their planet. They have to find all necessities for life inside. \n" ], [ "Yandro is the Conquering Stranger. He is prophesied to conquer Dondromogon. \n", "Yandro is the Conquering Stranger. He is prophesied to lead the planet Dondromogon. \n", "Yandro is the Conquering Stranger. He killed and conquered the brute Barak.\n", "Yandro is the New Prophet. He is said to tell of the destruction of the Newcomers.\n" ], [ "It shows the reader that Yandro is preparing to fight Barak. \n", "It shows the reader that the narrator is going to play the part of Yandro, but not believe in it. \n", "It shows the reader that the narrator is becoming Yandro. \n", "It shows the reader that all Dondromogon prophecies are true. \n" ] ]

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[ [ "The voice had a note of triumph. \"You do not know that. It is as well,\n for this will be a birth and beginning of your destined leadership on\n Dondromogon.\"", "\"You honor me,\" I told him. \"Yet I still know little. It seems that I\n am expected to aid and lead and save the people of this world called\n Dondromogon. But I must know them before I can help.\"", "\"Dondromogon?\" I mumbled. \"The name is strange to me.\"", "\"Where am I?\"\n\n\n And at once there was an answer:\n\n\n \"\nYou lie upon the world Dondromogon.\n\"", "Dondromogon was found and settled long ago, by adventurers from afar.\n Now come invaders, to reap the benefits of discovery and toil.\" A", "\"I serve Yandro,\" she vowed tremulously. \"Now and forever—and happy\n that I was fated to live when he returned for the rescue of all\n Dondromogon.\"", "\"What proof have I?\" I demanded. \"On this world of yours—Dondromogon,", "\"It is necessary that we live like this,\" she explained. \"The hot air\n of Dondromogon's sunlit face is ever rising, and the cold air from", "\"I am Yandro's orderly and helper,\" she said. Rising, she ranged\n herself at my left hand. \"Will Yandro come this way? He will be awaited\n in the audience hall.\"", "\"The Newcomers,\" supplemented Doriza. \"They have taken the \"Other Side\"\n of Dondromogon, and would take our side as well. We defend ourselves", "worlds away, for a specified purpose here on whatever windswept planet\n Dondromogon might be. \"Birth and beginning—destined leadership—\"", "What had seized me? That was my first wonder. On this strange world\n called Dondromogon, what manner of intelligent life bade defiance to", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "\"Doriza—a gentlewoman of the guard. My inspection tour brought me by\n chance to where you fought my outposts. But it is not for you to ask\n questions. Enter here.\"", "\"I announce,\" he intoned into it. \"I announce, I, Sporr, the reader and\n fore-teller of wisdom. Yandro is with us, he awaits his partners and\n friends. Let them meet him in the audience hall.\"", "\"Pardon, great Yandro,\" babbled Sporr. \"I was saying that I arranged\n food, as always, for whatever guest should come. Please follow.\"", "\"Get him on his feet,\" the young woman said, and the two guards\n obeyed. Then her eyes studied me again. \"Gods! What a mountain of a\n man!\" she exclaimed. \"Can you walk, stranger?\"", "Sporr was waiting in the room where I had eaten. His eyes widened at\n sight of me, something like a grin of triumph flashed through his\n beard. Then he bowed, supple and humble, his palms together.", "\"The same,\" said Doriza.\n\n\n And they were all on their knees before me.\n\n\n \"Forgive me, great Yandro,\" said the officer thickly. \"I did not know.\"", "He broke off, and wheeled on the attendant who had led him in. \"To my\n study,\" he commanded. \"On the shelf behind my desk, bring the great" ], [ "was too narrow and cunning to look it. Of the women, one was nearly\n as tall as I and nobly proportioned, with hair of a red that would be", "now, but a fracture had shortened it somewhat. The eyes were deep set\n and dark and moody—small wonder!—the chin heavy, the mouth made grim", "body for the first time—towered rather bluffly, with great breadth\n of chest and shoulder, and legs robust enough to carry such bulk. The", "\"But it is, it is!\" The graybeard flourished a thin hand at me. \"Look\n at him, you of little faith! Your mind dwells so much on material\n strength that you lose touch with the spiritual—\"", "have seen who are heavier than you, but none taller. Whence came you?\"", "\"Get him on his feet,\" the young woman said, and the two guards\n obeyed. Then her eyes studied me again. \"Gods! What a mountain of a\n man!\" she exclaimed. \"Can you walk, stranger?\"", "by a scar at one corner. Black, shaggy hair hung down like brackets.\n All told, I looked like a proper person for physical labor, or even", "I felt a stirring of the hair on my neck, but kept my voice mild and\n level: \"Why should I lie? Especially as I don't know who I am, or where", "\"They lie,\" I broke in, very conscious of my naked helplessness before\n her regard. \"They wanted to kill me and be rewarded for a false story\n of vigilance. I only defended myself.\"", "\"I am a scientist,\" offered Doriza, and came forward. Her eyes met\n mine, suddenly flickered and lowered. \"His gaze,\" she muttered.", "He broke off, and wheeled on the attendant who had led him in. \"To my\n study,\" he commanded. \"On the shelf behind my desk, bring the great", "\"It is necessary that we live like this,\" she explained. \"The hot air\n of Dondromogon's sunlit face is ever rising, and the cold air from", "Doriza and the officer crossed to his side, snatching the book. Their\n bright heads bent above it. Doriza was first to speak. \"It is very\n like,\" she half-stammered.", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "I knew the language of that answer, but where it came from—above,\n beneath, or indeed within me—I could not say. I lifted a hand, and\n knuckled dust from my eyes.", "of agitated voices. Then I felt myself grasped, by both shoulders,\n and drawn roughly erect. The touch restored my senses, and I wrenched\n myself violently free.", "The light struck it at such an angle as to make it serve for a\n full-length mirror. With some curiosity I gazed at my image.", "\"Behold,\" Doriza was saying, \"matters which even expert identification\n men take into thought. The ears in the picture are like the ears of the\n real man—\"", "\"Stranger,\" he said to me, \"can you think of no better tale to tell\n than you now offer?\"\n\n\n \"I tell the truth,\" was my reply, not very gracious.", "My first glance showed me that my companions were creatures like\n myself—two-legged, fair-skinned men, shorter and slighter than I, but" ], [ "\"As it is, he may remember that the Conquering Stranger is foretold\n to come with no memory of anything,\" supplied the officer. \"Score one\n against you, Sporr. You should have been able to instruct me, not I\n you.\"", "Silence then, a silence which evidently I must break. I broke it:\n \"Friends, I am among you with no more memory or knowledge than an\n infant. I hear wonderful things, of which I seem to be the center. Are\n they true?\"", "And I did not know whether I remembered or not. Vague matters stirred\n deep in me, but I could not for certain say they were memories. I asked\n yet again:\n\n\n \"Who am I?\"", "I felt a stirring of the hair on my neck, but kept my voice mild and\n level: \"Why should I lie? Especially as I don't know who I am, or where", "isn't it called?—I'm no more than an hour old. Accident or shock\n has taken my memory. Let me have a medical examination. A scientist\n probably can tell what happened to put me in such a condition.\"", "I remembered the strange voice that had instructed me. \"I am from a\n far world,\" I replied. \"It is called—yes, Earth. Beyond that, I know\n nothing. Memory left me.\"", "\"The story is a strange one,\" she commented. \"And your name?\"\n\n\n \"I do not know that, either. Who are you?\"", "I'm from, or anything that has happened longer ago than just a moment.\n I woke up out there in the dust storm, and I managed to come here for\n shelter.\"", "caused fear and ruin. But it pleased our fortune-bringing stars to\n encompass his destruction.\" He grinned, and licked his full lips. \"Now,", "eyes. There was little to see, so thick was the dust cloud around me.\n Words formed themselves on my thick tongue, words that must have been\n spoken by so many reviving unfortunates through the ages:", "The door opened from within, and I was blown inside, to fall sprawling.\nI struck my forehead upon a floor of stone or concrete, and so was\n half-stunned, but still I could distinguish something like the sound", "\"Destined—leadership—\" I began to repeat, and fell silent. I had\n need to think. The voice was telling me that I had been snatched from", "\"They lie,\" I broke in, very conscious of my naked helplessness before\n her regard. \"They wanted to kill me and be rewarded for a false story\n of vigilance. I only defended myself.\"", "\"It is necessary that we live like this,\" she explained. \"The hot air\n of Dondromogon's sunlit face is ever rising, and the cold air from", "\"It was ordered—by the Masters of the Worlds—that you should be\n brought from your own home planet, called Earth in the System of the\n star called Sun. Do you remember Earth?\"", "\"Barak!\" I repeated. \"I—I—\" And I paused. When I had to learn my own\n name, how could it be that I sensed memory of another's name?", "I knew the language of that answer, but where it came from—above,\n beneath, or indeed within me—I could not say. I lifted a hand, and\n knuckled dust from my eyes.", "Doriza shook her head. \"That happens to be my cloak. I gave it to him\n because he was naked, and not for any treasonable masquerade. But the\n thumb-print—\"", "The voice spoke no more. I had not the time to wonder about it. I got\n to my feet, bent double to keep from being blown over, and staggered\n toward the promised haven.", "face was square but haggard, as if from some toil or pain which was now\n wiped from my recollection. That nose had been even bigger than it was" ], [ "The voice had a note of triumph. \"You do not know that. It is as well,\n for this will be a birth and beginning of your destined leadership on\n Dondromogon.\"", "proper place, for each thing and each happening. Now, go to your\n destiny.\"", "\"I announce,\" he intoned into it. \"I announce, I, Sporr, the reader and\n fore-teller of wisdom. Yandro is with us, he awaits his partners and\n friends. Let them meet him in the audience hall.\"", "\"Destined—leadership—\" I began to repeat, and fell silent. I had\n need to think. The voice was telling me that I had been snatched from", "caused fear and ruin. But it pleased our fortune-bringing stars to\n encompass his destruction.\" He grinned, and licked his full lips. \"Now,", "\"Happy, happy the day,\" he jabbered, \"that I was spared to see our\n great champion come among us in the flesh, as was foretold of ancient\n time by the First Comers!\"", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "\"The stranger of the prophecy!\" he cried, in a voice that made us all\n jump.\nThe officer rose from behind the table. \"Are you totally mad, Sporr?\n You mystic doctors are too apt to become fuddled—\"", "Silence then, a silence which evidently I must break. I broke it:\n \"Friends, I am among you with no more memory or knowledge than an\n infant. I hear wonderful things, of which I seem to be the center. Are\n they true?\"", "\"Follow me, deign to follow me,\" Sporr said. \"Your clothing, your\n quarters, your destiny, all await you.\"", "\"You honor me,\" I told him. \"Yet I still know little. It seems that I\n am expected to aid and lead and save the people of this world called\n Dondromogon. But I must know them before I can help.\"", "\"As it is, he may remember that the Conquering Stranger is foretold\n to come with no memory of anything,\" supplied the officer. \"Score one\n against you, Sporr. You should have been able to instruct me, not I\n you.\"", "gold-bound book that is third from the right.\" Then he turned back,\n and bowed toward me. \"Surely you are Yandro, the Conquering Stranger,\"", "I felt a stirring of the hair on my neck, but kept my voice mild and\n level: \"Why should I lie? Especially as I don't know who I am, or where", "\"But it is, it is!\" The graybeard flourished a thin hand at me. \"Look\n at him, you of little faith! Your mind dwells so much on material\n strength that you lose touch with the spiritual—\"", "\"I am Yandro's orderly and helper,\" she said. Rising, she ranged\n herself at my left hand. \"Will Yandro come this way? He will be awaited\n in the audience hall.\"", "Masters\n.\" The voice became grand. \"Suffice it that you were\n needed, and that the time was ripe. There is a proper time, like a", "\"They lie,\" I broke in, very conscious of my naked helplessness before\n her regard. \"They wanted to kill me and be rewarded for a false story\n of vigilance. I only defended myself.\"", "I remembered the strange voice that had instructed me. \"I am from a\n far world,\" I replied. \"It is called—yes, Earth. Beyond that, I know\n nothing. Memory left me.\"", "Gederr turned his eyes upon the woman with the red hair, and gestured\n to her \"Tell him, Elonie.\" Then he faced me. \"Have we Yandro's\n permission to sit?\"" ], [ "\"Thumb-prints?\" I offered.\n\n\n Sporr had produced something else, a little vial of dark pigment. He\n carefully anointed one of my thumbs, and pressed it to the page. All\n three gazed.", "prove it. The prophecy even sketches a thumb-print—\" And he held the\n book toward me.", "\"Oh, yes, the thumb-print,\" I repeated wearily. \"By all means, study my\n thumbs, if you'll first take these bonds off of me.\"", "Doriza shook her head. \"That happens to be my cloak. I gave it to him\n because he was naked, and not for any treasonable masquerade. But the\n thumb-print—\"", "It contained a full-page likeness, in color, of myself wrapped in a\n scarlet robe. Under this was considerable printed description, and to\n one side a thumb-print, or a drawing of one, in black.", "\"Behold,\" Doriza was saying, \"matters which even expert identification\n men take into thought. The ears in the picture are like the ears of the\n real man—\"", "The attendant reentered, with a big book in his hands. It looked\n old and well-thumbed, with dim gold traceries on its binding. Sporr", "His thumb touched a button at the pommel of the hilt. The dull blade\n suddenly glowed like heated iron, and from it crackled and pulsed\n little rainbow rays.", "insistent but not cold, upon my naked skin. Closing my hands, I felt\n them dig into coarse dirt. I turned my face downwind and opened my", "I felt a stirring of the hair on my neck, but kept my voice mild and\n level: \"Why should I lie? Especially as I don't know who I am, or where", "now, but a fracture had shortened it somewhat. The eyes were deep set\n and dark and moody—small wonder!—the chin heavy, the mouth made grim", "by a scar at one corner. Black, shaggy hair hung down like brackets.\n All told, I looked like a proper person for physical labor, or even", "\"They lie,\" I broke in, very conscious of my naked helplessness before\n her regard. \"They wanted to kill me and be rewarded for a false story\n of vigilance. I only defended myself.\"", "\"But it is, it is!\" The graybeard flourished a thin hand at me. \"Look\n at him, you of little faith! Your mind dwells so much on material\n strength that you lose touch with the spiritual—\"", "Doriza and the officer crossed to his side, snatching the book. Their\n bright heads bent above it. Doriza was first to speak. \"It is very\n like,\" she half-stammered.", "blade almost fell on my naked foot. Before the clang of its fall was\n through echoing, I had caught it up, and set the point within inches of\n its owner's unprotected face.", "He broke off, and wheeled on the attendant who had led him in. \"To my\n study,\" he commanded. \"On the shelf behind my desk, bring the great", "caused fear and ruin. But it pleased our fortune-bringing stars to\n encompass his destruction.\" He grinned, and licked his full lips. \"Now,", "Silence then, a silence which evidently I must break. I broke it:\n \"Friends, I am among you with no more memory or knowledge than an\n infant. I hear wonderful things, of which I seem to be the center. Are\n they true?\"", "way or welcome. I felt first—pressure on my brow and chest, as if I\n lay face downward; then the tug and buffet of a strong, probing wind," ], [ "\"I announce,\" he intoned into it. \"I announce, I, Sporr, the reader and\n fore-teller of wisdom. Yandro is with us, he awaits his partners and\n friends. Let them meet him in the audience hall.\"", "\"Pardon, great Yandro,\" babbled Sporr. \"I was saying that I arranged\n food, as always, for whatever guest should come. Please follow.\"", "Doriza had no answer that time, but Sporr spoke up behind us: \"Great\n Yandro is wise as well as powerful. But the Newcomers do not want to", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "respect. \"Sporr is a mystic doctor, full of godly wisdom. Doriza,\n a junior officer and chief of the guard. And you—how could you", "\"It is indeed Yandro, our great chief,\" he mumbled. Then he turned and\n crossed the room. A sort of mouthpiece sprouted from the wall.", "Sporr was waiting in the room where I had eaten. His eyes widened at\n sight of me, something like a grin of triumph flashed through his\n beard. Then he bowed, supple and humble, his palms together.", "\"Follow me, deign to follow me,\" Sporr said. \"Your clothing, your\n quarters, your destiny, all await you.\"", "\"I still say you will understand my caution,\" he addressed me, with\n real respect and shyness this time. \"If you are Yandro himself, you can", "The girl Doriza spoke to the officer: \"If Sporr speaks truth, and he\n generally does, you have committed a blasphemy.\"", "\"Yandro, folk of the Council! He deigns to give you audience.\"\n\n\n \"\nYandro!\n\"\n\n\n They all spoke the name in chorus, and bowed toward me.", "Old Sporr almost crowed. \"You see? If he was a true imposter, he would\n come equipped with all plausible knowledge. As it is—\"", "\"I have arranged for that,\" Sporr began, then fell silent, fingers\n combing his beard in embarrassment.\n\n\n \"Arranged food for me?\" I prompted sharply. \"As if you know I had come?\n What—\"", "souls to worship, not to study. If indeed he is Yandro,\" and he was\n most respectful, \"he will appreciate, like a good military mind, my\n caution against possible impostors.\"", "\"I am Yandro's orderly and helper,\" she said. Rising, she ranged\n herself at my left hand. \"Will Yandro come this way? He will be awaited\n in the audience hall.\"", "\"The stranger of the prophecy!\" he cried, in a voice that made us all\n jump.\nThe officer rose from behind the table. \"Are you totally mad, Sporr?\n You mystic doctors are too apt to become fuddled—\"", "\"I am Gederr, senior of this Council,\" he purred. \"If Yandro permits, I\n will speak simply. Our hopes have been raised by Yandro's return—the", "Gederr turned his eyes upon the woman with the red hair, and gestured\n to her \"Tell him, Elonie.\" Then he faced me. \"Have we Yandro's\n permission to sit?\"", "gold-bound book that is third from the right.\" Then he turned back,\n and bowed toward me. \"Surely you are Yandro, the Conquering Stranger,\"", "\"Bonds,\" mumbled old Sporr. He got creakily up from his knees and\n bustled to me. From under his robe he produced a pouch, and took out a" ], [ "\"Where am I?\"\n\n\n And at once there was an answer:\n\n\n \"\nYou lie upon the world Dondromogon.\n\"", "in cold darkness, with its air freezing into solid chunks. But because\n Dondromogon wavers on its axis, there are two lunes of its surface", "\"Dondromogon?\" I mumbled. \"The name is strange to me.\"", "\"It is necessary that we live like this,\" she explained. \"The hot air\n of Dondromogon's sunlit face is ever rising, and the cold air from", "birth. One face of Dondromogon ever looks to the light and heat,\n wherefore its metals run in glowing seas. The other face is ever away", "Dondromogon was found and settled long ago, by adventurers from afar.\n Now come invaders, to reap the benefits of discovery and toil.\" A", "\"What proof have I?\" I demanded. \"On this world of yours—Dondromogon,", "\"You honor me,\" I told him. \"Yet I still know little. It seems that I\n am expected to aid and lead and save the people of this world called\n Dondromogon. But I must know them before I can help.\"", "The voice had a note of triumph. \"You do not know that. It is as well,\n for this will be a birth and beginning of your destined leadership on\n Dondromogon.\"", "worlds away, for a specified purpose here on whatever windswept planet\n Dondromogon might be. \"Birth and beginning—destined leadership—\"", "to pole on opposite sides ran the two twilight zones, widest at the\n equators like the outer rind of two slices of melon. Of course, such", "What had seized me? That was my first wonder. On this strange world\n called Dondromogon, what manner of intelligent life bade defiance to", "\"The Newcomers,\" supplemented Doriza. \"They have taken the \"Other Side\"\n of Dondromogon, and would take our side as well. We defend ourselves", "My eyes were tight shut against the dust, but they saw in imagination\n such a planet—one-half incandescent, one-half pitchy black. From pole", "\"I serve Yandro,\" she vowed tremulously. \"Now and forever—and happy\n that I was fated to live when he returned for the rescue of all\n Dondromogon.\"", "areas, between the hot and cold hemispheres, would be buffeted by\n mighty gales ... the voice was to be heard again:", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "help, not even to conquer. They want to obliterate us. There is nothing\n to do—not for lifetimes—but to fight them back at the two poles.\"", "at the poles. Now,\" and her voice rang joyously, \"you will lead us to\n defeat and crush them utterly!\"", "Doriza had no answer that time, but Sporr spoke up behind us: \"Great\n Yandro is wise as well as powerful. But the Newcomers do not want to" ], [ "\"It is necessary that we live like this,\" she explained. \"The hot air\n of Dondromogon's sunlit face is ever rising, and the cold air from", "Dondromogon was found and settled long ago, by adventurers from afar.\n Now come invaders, to reap the benefits of discovery and toil.\" A", "in cold darkness, with its air freezing into solid chunks. But because\n Dondromogon wavers on its axis, there are two lunes of its surface", "\"You honor me,\" I told him. \"Yet I still know little. It seems that I\n am expected to aid and lead and save the people of this world called\n Dondromogon. But I must know them before I can help.\"", "\"What proof have I?\" I demanded. \"On this world of yours—Dondromogon,", "\"Where am I?\"\n\n\n And at once there was an answer:\n\n\n \"\nYou lie upon the world Dondromogon.\n\"", "birth. One face of Dondromogon ever looks to the light and heat,\n wherefore its metals run in glowing seas. The other face is ever away", "The voice had a note of triumph. \"You do not know that. It is as well,\n for this will be a birth and beginning of your destined leadership on\n Dondromogon.\"", "\"Dondromogon?\" I mumbled. \"The name is strange to me.\"", "What had seized me? That was my first wonder. On this strange world\n called Dondromogon, what manner of intelligent life bade defiance to", "worlds away, for a specified purpose here on whatever windswept planet\n Dondromogon might be. \"Birth and beginning—destined leadership—\"", "\"The Newcomers,\" supplemented Doriza. \"They have taken the \"Other Side\"\n of Dondromogon, and would take our side as well. We defend ourselves", "\"I serve Yandro,\" she vowed tremulously. \"Now and forever—and happy\n that I was fated to live when he returned for the rescue of all\n Dondromogon.\"", "the dark side comes rushing under to fill the vacuum. Naturally, our\n strip of twilight country is never free of winds too high and fierce to\n fight. No crops can grow outside, no domestic animals flourish. We must", "\"Our cities are below ground,\" he quavered. \"Whipped by winds above,\n we must scrabble in the depths for life's necessities—chemicals to", "I'm from, or anything that has happened longer ago than just a moment.\n I woke up out there in the dust storm, and I managed to come here for\n shelter.\"", "enough, but somehow unwholesome; Doriza—no, she was not like these\n others, who may have lived too long in their earth-buried shelters. And\n Doriza now spoke to the gathering:", "you call the Newcomers dwell and fight,\" I reminded. \"Is it also\n windswept? Why can two people not join forces and face toil and nature\n together? They should fight, not each other, but the elements.\"", "Doriza had no answer that time, but Sporr spoke up behind us: \"Great\n Yandro is wise as well as powerful. But the Newcomers do not want to", "\"War is fought between the two strips of habitable ground. War,\n unceasing, bitter, with no quarter asked, given or expected." ], [ "\"I serve Yandro,\" she vowed tremulously. \"Now and forever—and happy\n that I was fated to live when he returned for the rescue of all\n Dondromogon.\"", "\"It is indeed Yandro, our great chief,\" he mumbled. Then he turned and\n crossed the room. A sort of mouthpiece sprouted from the wall.", "\"I still say you will understand my caution,\" he addressed me, with\n real respect and shyness this time. \"If you are Yandro himself, you can", "Doriza had no answer that time, but Sporr spoke up behind us: \"Great\n Yandro is wise as well as powerful. But the Newcomers do not want to", "gold-bound book that is third from the right.\" Then he turned back,\n and bowed toward me. \"Surely you are Yandro, the Conquering Stranger,\"", "\"You honor me,\" I told him. \"Yet I still know little. It seems that I\n am expected to aid and lead and save the people of this world called\n Dondromogon. But I must know them before I can help.\"", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "\"Doriza, gentlewoman of the guard, conducts Yandro, the Conquering\n Stranger, to greet his lieutenants!\"", "\"Yandro, folk of the Council! He deigns to give you audience.\"\n\n\n \"\nYandro!\n\"\n\n\n They all spoke the name in chorus, and bowed toward me.", "\"I am Yandro's orderly and helper,\" she said. Rising, she ranged\n herself at my left hand. \"Will Yandro come this way? He will be awaited\n in the audience hall.\"", "souls to worship, not to study. If indeed he is Yandro,\" and he was\n most respectful, \"he will appreciate, like a good military mind, my\n caution against possible impostors.\"", "\"I announce,\" he intoned into it. \"I announce, I, Sporr, the reader and\n fore-teller of wisdom. Yandro is with us, he awaits his partners and\n friends. Let them meet him in the audience hall.\"", "\"The same,\" said Doriza.\n\n\n And they were all on their knees before me.\n\n\n \"Forgive me, great Yandro,\" said the officer thickly. \"I did not know.\"", "\"Where am I?\"\n\n\n And at once there was an answer:\n\n\n \"\nYou lie upon the world Dondromogon.\n\"", "\"I am Gederr, senior of this Council,\" he purred. \"If Yandro permits, I\n will speak simply. Our hopes have been raised by Yandro's return—the", "The voice had a note of triumph. \"You do not know that. It is as well,\n for this will be a birth and beginning of your destined leadership on\n Dondromogon.\"", "Dondromogon was found and settled long ago, by adventurers from afar.\n Now come invaders, to reap the benefits of discovery and toil.\" A", "\"Who might Yandro be?\" I demanded, very uncomfortable in my bonds and\n loose draperies.", "ruthless invaders. He was Yandro, the\n\n Stranger of the Prophecy—and he found that\n\n he was destined to fight both sides.", "\"Pardon, great Yandro,\" babbled Sporr. \"I was saying that I arranged\n food, as always, for whatever guest should come. Please follow.\"" ], [ "life.\"\nI looked at my garments, and hers. There were various kinds of fabric,\n which I now saw plainly to be synthetic. \"The other side, where those", "\"Behold!\" he said, with a dramatic gesture. \"Your garments, even as\n they have been preserved against your coming!\"", "Doriza shook her head. \"That happens to be my cloak. I gave it to him\n because he was naked, and not for any treasonable masquerade. But the\n thumb-print—\"", "\"Barely, with these bonds.\"\n\n\n \"Then manage to do so.\" She flung off her cloak and draped it over my\n nakedness. \"Walk along beside me. No tricks, and I promise you fair\n hearing.\"", "Knowing that it was expected of me, I went to the locker and opened\n the door. The garments inside were old, I could see, but well kept and", "The close-fitting costume was rich and dark, with bright colors only\n for edgings and minor accessories. I myself—and it was as if I saw my", "\"Follow me, deign to follow me,\" Sporr said. \"Your clothing, your\n quarters, your destiny, all await you.\"", "hard, and blue eyes that just now burned and questioned. She wore a\n holstered pistol, and a cross-belt supported several instruments of a\n kind I could not remember seeing before. A crimson cloak gave color and", "Beyond, it gave into several passages. She chose one of them and\n conducted me along. \"You are surely not of us,\" she commented. \"Men I", "\"Bonds,\" mumbled old Sporr. He got creakily up from his knees and\n bustled to me. From under his robe he produced a pouch, and took out a", "the brows and swept back my longish hair, knotting at the nape of the\n neck. The only fitted articles were a pair of shoes, metal-soled and", "made it adaptable to my own body or to any other. Then came an upper\n garment, a long strip of soft, close-woven fabric that spiralled", "\"They lie,\" I broke in, very conscious of my naked helplessness before\n her regard. \"They wanted to kill me and be rewarded for a false story\n of vigilance. I only defended myself.\"", "\"It is necessary that we live like this,\" she explained. \"The hot air\n of Dondromogon's sunlit face is ever rising, and the cold air from", "\"I am Yandro's orderly and helper,\" she said. Rising, she ranged\n herself at my left hand. \"Will Yandro come this way? He will be awaited\n in the audience hall.\"", "\"Not naked like this,\" I said, and laughed. I must have sounded\n foolish, but it had its effect.", "I took the military cloak which Doriza had lent me and slung it over my\n shoulders. Turning, I clanked out on my metal-soled shoes.", "\"That could be plastic surgery,\" rejoined the officer. \"Such things are\n artfully done by the Newcomers, and the red mantle he wears more easily\n assumed.\"", "\"But it is, it is!\" The graybeard flourished a thin hand at me. \"Look\n at him, you of little faith! Your mind dwells so much on material\n strength that you lose touch with the spiritual—\"", "Silence then, a silence which evidently I must break. I broke it:\n \"Friends, I am among you with no more memory or knowledge than an\n infant. I hear wonderful things, of which I seem to be the center. Are\n they true?\"" ] ]

[ "What is the significance of Lovenbroy’s seasons?\n", "How often do Bachus vines mature and what is the significance of that timeline?\n", "What is a vintage? \n", "Who is the bucolic person and what do they want from MUDDLE?\n", "How is Croanie going to affect Lovenbroy? \n", "What is Hank’s relationship to Retief?\n", "Where are the two thousand students being shipped to? \n", "Who wanted to mine Lovenbroy’s minerals? \n", "During the duration of the story, what is Retief’s function in MUDDLE? \n" ]

[ [ "Each season’s weather brings a new set of cultural recreation and work. \n", "Each season calls for a new way to tend the Bacchus vine.\n", "Each season requires a new cultural shift in line with the needs of the young people.\n", "Each season’s weather brings a new approach to how the community thinks about its relationship to wine.\n" ], [ "Every 18 years a vintage is held, which is a kind of celebration of art. \n", "Every 12 years a vintage is held, which also serves as a cultural festival that encourage young people to procreate. \n", "Every 18 years a vintage is held, which serves as a kind of celebration of life for both young and old people.\n", "Every 12 years a vintage is held, wherein the young people are made to harvest all the grapes. \n" ], [ "The anniversary of Lovenbroy’s independence.\n", "The time of year that Lovenbroy switches to making music as their primary occupation.\n", "The time of year that wine grapes are harvested. \n", "The time of year that children are born.\n" ], [ "Hank Arapoulous. He wants Magnan to help him find men to pick his crops in time to pay back Croanie. \n", "Hank Arapoulous. He wants Retief to help him find men to fight the Croanie invasion. \n", "Hank Arapoulous. He wants Retief to help him find men to pick his crops in time to pay back Croanie. \n", "Hank Arapoulous. He wants Retief to help him find able bodied college students to help out on Lovenbroy.\n" ], [ "They are going to steal its students. \n", "They are going to help Lovenbroy pick it’s crop.\n", "They are going to steal all its wine.\n", "They are going to invade it. \n" ], [ "Hank is a farmer from Lovenbroy requesting that Retief’s division, Libraries and Education, help him solve his labor problem. \n", "He is a farmer from Lovenbroy requesting that Retief’s division, Commercial Markets, help him solve his labor problem. \n", "Hank is a farmer from Lovenbroy requesting that Retief’s division, MUDDLE, help him solve his wine drought.\n", "Hank is a musician from Lovenbroy requesting that Retief’s division, Libraries and Education, to help him solve his labor problem. \n" ], [ "MUDDLE\n", "Earth \n", "Boge", "Croanie \n" ], [ "Croanie\n", "MUDDEL\n", "Boge\n", "Lovenbroy neighbors \n" ], [ "He is taking a few weeks off and leaving his responsibility to Miss Furkle. \n", "He is in total control of MUDDLE while Magnan is away. \n", "He plays a rubber stamp function for the Libraries and Education division while Magnan is away. \n", "He is put in charge of investigating the Croanie-Boge conspiracy.\n" ] ]

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[ [ "turn over to machinery—and anyway we wouldn't if we could. Vintage\n season is the high point of living on Lovenbroy. Everybody joins in.", "\"Oh, that's Lovenbroy years; they'd be eighteen, Terry reckoning.\"\n\n\n \"I was thinking you looked a little mature for twenty-eight,\" Retief\n said.", "on Lovenbroy; we're mostly islands. That's the drama and symphony time.\n The theatres are set up on the sand, or anchored off-shore. You have", "That's the music-writing season. Then summer. Summer's hot. We stay\n inside in the daytime and have beach parties all night. Lots of beach", "out on Lovenbroy we've got a serious problem. The wine crop is just\n about ready. We start picking in another two, three months. Now I don't", "\"Call me Hank. We've got long seasons back home. Five of 'em. Our\n year's about eighteen Terry months. Cold as hell in winter; eccentric", "\"They happen to be going to Lovenbroy. But I scarcely see—\"\n\n\n \"And who's the friend you're helping out with an unauthorized\n transshipment of grant material?\"", "\"That—bucolic person from Lovenbroy is here again.\" On the small desk\n screen, Miss Furkle's meaty features were compressed in disapproval.", "\"I understand you hold a mortgage on the best land on Lovenbroy,\"\n Retief said. \"Any connection?\"\n\n\n \"Why ... ah ... no. Of course not, ha ha.\"", "land area we've got into parks and farms. Course, we left some sizable\n forest areas for hunting and such. Lovenbroy's a nice place, Mr.\n Retief.\"", "\"That's right. Autumn's our harvest season. Most years we have just the\n ordinary crops. Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't", "\"We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy,\" Arapoulous said,\n swallowing wine. \"But we don't plan to wreck the landscape mining 'em.", "\"Bad luck if you miss the cork,\" Arapoulous said, nodding. \"You\n probably never heard about the trouble we had on Lovenbroy a few years\n back?\"", "orbit, you know. Blue-black sky, stars visible all day. We do mostly\n painting and sculpture in the winter. Then Spring; still plenty cold.", "to Boge. And Croanie holds a mortgage on the best grape acreage on\n Lovenbroy.\"", "and it's just cool enough to give you plenty of energy. Come nightfall,\n the tables are set up in the garden plots, and the feast is laid on:", "Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for\n woodworkers. Our furniture—\"", "year's different. This is Wine Year.\"\nArapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. \"Our wine", "\"Then the wine-making. We still tramp out the vintage. That's mostly\n for the young folks but anybody's welcome. That's when things start to", "take long. We spend most of the time on architecture, getting new\n places ready for the winter or remodeling the older ones. We spend a\n lot of time in our houses. We like to have them comfortable. But this" ], [ "Arapoulous took one. \"Bacchus vines are an unusual crop,\" he said,\n puffing the cigar alight. \"Only mature every twelve years. In between,", "here and there. Big vines, eight feet high, loaded with fruit, and deep\n grass growing between. The wine-carriers keep on the run, bringing wine", "\"Well, the loan's due. The wine crop would put us in the clear. But\n we need harvest hands. Picking Bacchus grapes isn't a job you can", "First, there's the picking in the fields. Miles and miles of vineyards\n covering the mountain sides, and crowding the river banks, with gardens", "\"Then the wine-making. We still tramp out the vintage. That's mostly\n for the young folks but anybody's welcome. That's when things start to", "year's different. This is Wine Year.\"\nArapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. \"Our wine", "a vintage. That would make them only twelve years old by the time—\"", "\"What that gal needs is a slippery time in the grape mash,\" Arapoulous\n observed. Retief thumbed through the papers, pausing to read from time\n to time. He finished and looked at Arapoulous.", "get loosened up. Matter of fact, pretty near half our young-uns are\n born after a vintage. All bets are off then. It keeps a fellow on his", "know if you're familiar with the Bacchus vines we grow...?\"", "out on Lovenbroy we've got a serious problem. The wine crop is just\n about ready. We start picking in another two, three months. Now I don't", "the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own.\n We like to farm, though. Spend a lot of time developing new forms.", "Still reading, he opened the desk drawer, took out the two bottles of\n Bacchus wine and two glasses. He poured an inch of wine into each and\n sipped the black wine meditatively.", "and it's just cool enough to give you plenty of energy. Come nightfall,\n the tables are set up in the garden plots, and the feast is laid on:", "\"You hocked the vineyards?\"\n\n\n \"Yep. Pretty dumb, huh? But we figured twelve years was a long time.\"", "toes though. Ever tried to hold onto a gal wearing nothing but a layer\n of grape juice?\"\n\"Never did,\" Retief said. \"You say most of the children are born after", "\"Oh, that's Lovenbroy years; they'd be eighteen, Terry reckoning.\"\n\n\n \"I was thinking you looked a little mature for twenty-eight,\" Retief\n said.", "\"That's right. Autumn's our harvest season. Most years we have just the\n ordinary crops. Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't", "\"Oh, the crop's fine. One of the best I can remember. Course, I'm only\n twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests. The problem's\n not the crop.\"", "mouthful of wine, swished it around his teeth, swallowed. \"It's Bacchus\n wine, that's all. Nothing like it in the Galaxy.\" He pushed the second" ], [ "a vintage. That would make them only twelve years old by the time—\"", "Arapoulous took one. \"Bacchus vines are an unusual crop,\" he said,\n puffing the cigar alight. \"Only mature every twelve years. In between,", "year's different. This is Wine Year.\"\nArapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. \"Our wine", "\"Then the wine-making. We still tramp out the vintage. That's mostly\n for the young folks but anybody's welcome. That's when things start to", "get loosened up. Matter of fact, pretty near half our young-uns are\n born after a vintage. All bets are off then. It keeps a fellow on his", "turn over to machinery—and anyway we wouldn't if we could. Vintage\n season is the high point of living on Lovenbroy. Everybody joins in.", "here and there. Big vines, eight feet high, loaded with fruit, and deep\n grass growing between. The wine-carriers keep on the run, bringing wine", "\"Well, the loan's due. The wine crop would put us in the clear. But\n we need harvest hands. Picking Bacchus grapes isn't a job you can", "First, there's the picking in the fields. Miles and miles of vineyards\n covering the mountain sides, and crowding the river banks, with gardens", "\"Have you lost your markets? That sounds like a matter for the\n Commercial—\"\n\n\n \"Lost our markets? Mister, nobody that ever tasted our wines ever\n settled for anything else!\"", "\"What that gal needs is a slippery time in the grape mash,\" Arapoulous\n observed. Retief thumbed through the papers, pausing to read from time\n to time. He finished and looked at Arapoulous.", "\"What we figured was, maybe you Culture boys could help us out. A loan\n to see us through the vintage, enough to hire extra hands. Then we'd\n repay it in sculpture, painting, furniture—\"", "\"You hocked the vineyards?\"\n\n\n \"Yep. Pretty dumb, huh? But we figured twelve years was a long time.\"", "\"Oh, that's Lovenbroy years; they'd be eighteen, Terry reckoning.\"\n\n\n \"I was thinking you looked a little mature for twenty-eight,\" Retief\n said.", "\"That's the model WV,\" she said. \"It's what is known as a continental\n siege unit. It carries four men, with a half-megaton/second firepower.\"", "\"Forgive my curiosity, Mr. Whaffle. It's just that Croanie cropped up\n earlier today. It seems she holds a mortgage on some vineyards over\n on—\"", "\"You say it's time now for the wine crop?\"", "next vintage time, with them holding half our grape acreage—\"", "bottle toward Retief. \"The custom back home is to alternate red wine\n and black.\"\nRetief put aside his cigar, pulled the wires loose, nudged the cork,", "mouthful of wine, swished it around his teeth, swallowed. \"It's Bacchus\n wine, that's all. Nothing like it in the Galaxy.\" He pushed the second" ], [ "\"I represent MUDDLE.\"", "\"Send the bucolic person in.\"\nA tall broad man with bronze skin and gray hair, wearing tight trousers", "Directorate, Division of Libraries and Education was a shambles. I\n fancy I've made MUDDLE what it is today. Frankly, I question the", "The buzzer sounded. Retief flipped a key. \"MUDDLE, Retief speaking....\"\n\n\n Arapoulous's brown face appeared on the desk screen.", "Whaffle blinked. \"You're the fellow who's filling in for Magnan, over\n at MUDDLE,\" he said. \"Properly speaking, equipment grants are the", "\"Maybe later,\" Karsh said. \"You know, after we see how the first bunch\n is received.\"\n\n\n Back at the MUDDLE office, Retief buzzed Miss Furkle.", "\"That—bucolic person from Lovenbroy is here again.\" On the small desk\n screen, Miss Furkle's meaty features were compressed in disapproval.", "shirt, shiny shoes with round toes and an ill-tempered expression.\n\"What is it you wish?\" he barked. \"I understood in my discussions with", "\"What that gal needs is a slippery time in the grape mash,\" Arapoulous\n observed. Retief thumbed through the papers, pausing to read from time\n to time. He finished and looked at Arapoulous.", "\"That's not MEDDLE's affair, sir,\" Whaffle cut in. \"I have sufficient\n problems as Chief of MEDDLE without probing into MUDDLE'S business.\"", "sole concern of the Motorized Equipment Depot, Division of Loans and\n Exchanges.\" He pursed his lips. \"However, I suppose there's no harm in\n telling you. They'll be receiving heavy mining equipment.\"", "\"About Mr. Magnan's wisdom there can be no question,\" Retief said. \"But\n never mind. I'd like you to look up an item for me. How many tractors\n will Croanie be getting under the MEDDLE program?\"", "\"SCROUNGE was late on the scene,\" Whaffle said. \"First come, first\n served. That's our policy at MEDDLE. Good day, gentlemen.\" He strode\n off, briefcase under his arm.", "\"Who gets the tractors eventually?\"\n\n\n \"Retief, this is unwarranted interference!\"\n\n\n \"Who gets them?\"", "\"Oh, the crop's fine. One of the best I can remember. Course, I'm only\n twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests. The problem's\n not the crop.\"", "\"Forgive my curiosity, Mr. Whaffle. It's just that Croanie cropped up\n earlier today. It seems she holds a mortgage on some vineyards over\n on—\"", "The buzzer sounded. Miss Furkle's features appeared on the desk screen.\n\n\n \"You're due at the Intergroup Council in five minutes,\" she said. \"Then\n afterwards, there are the Bogan students to meet.\"", "\"I'm still here. And I'm still wondering about the five hundred\n tractors.\"\n\n\n \"It's perfectly in order. I thought it was all settled. Mr. Whaffle—\"", "\"Strip mining gear.\" Whaffle took a slip of paper from a breast pocket,\n blinked at it. \"Bolo Model WV/1 tractors, to be specific. Why is MUDDLE\n interested in MEDDLE's activities?\"", "all ribbon-counter boys. Never mind. I'm Hank Arapoulous. I'm a farmer.\n What I wanted to see you about was—\" He shifted in his chair. \"Well," ], [ "to Boge. And Croanie holds a mortgage on the best grape acreage on\n Lovenbroy.\"", "\"They happen to be going to Lovenbroy. But I scarcely see—\"\n\n\n \"And who's the friend you're helping out with an unauthorized\n transshipment of grant material?\"", "out on Lovenbroy we've got a serious problem. The wine crop is just\n about ready. We start picking in another two, three months. Now I don't", "\"Oh, that's Lovenbroy years; they'd be eighteen, Terry reckoning.\"\n\n\n \"I was thinking you looked a little mature for twenty-eight,\" Retief\n said.", "\"Suit yourself,\" Retief said. \"Where's the baggage now?\"\n\n\n \"Coming in aboard a Croanie lighter.\"", "\"I understand you hold a mortgage on the best land on Lovenbroy,\"\n Retief said. \"Any connection?\"\n\n\n \"Why ... ah ... no. Of course not, ha ha.\"", "\"That—bucolic person from Lovenbroy is here again.\" On the small desk\n screen, Miss Furkle's meaty features were compressed in disapproval.", "\"One unit would require a good-sized plant to handle its output,\"\n Retief said. \"Now Croanie subsists on her fisheries. She has perhaps", "\"Forgive my curiosity, Mr. Whaffle. It's just that Croanie cropped up\n earlier today. It seems she holds a mortgage on some vineyards over\n on—\"", "Miss Furkle compressed her lips. \"If Mr. Magnan were here, I'm sure\n he wouldn't dream of interfering in the work of other departments.\n I ... overheard your conversation with the gentleman from the Croanie\n Legation—\"", "gift, you've scored points in the game. But if Croanie has some scheme\n cooking—\"\n\"Nothing like that, Retief. It's a mere business transaction.\"", "turn over to machinery—and anyway we wouldn't if we could. Vintage\n season is the high point of living on Lovenbroy. Everybody joins in.", "a world with no classrooms for them ... a world in need of tractors.\n But the tractors are on their way to Croanie, a world under obligation", "Jim came back to the phone. \"Yeah, Retief, it's here. Just arrived.\n But there's a funny thing. It's not consigned to d'Land. It's ticketed\n clear through to Lovenbroy.\"", "As the council meeting broke up, Retief caught the eye of a colleague\n across the table.\n\n\n \"Mr. Whaffle, you mentioned a shipment going to a place called Croanie.\n What are they getting?\"", "\"About Mr. Magnan's wisdom there can be no question,\" Retief said. \"But\n never mind. I'd like you to look up an item for me. How many tractors\n will Croanie be getting under the MEDDLE program?\"", "\"Bad luck if you miss the cork,\" Arapoulous said, nodding. \"You\n probably never heard about the trouble we had on Lovenbroy a few years\n back?\"", "We've got a bumper crop—and we're short-handed. If we don't get a big\n vintage, Croanie steps in. Lord knows what they'll do to the land. Then", "\"It put us in a bad spot,\" Arapoulous went on. \"We had to borrow\n money from a world called Croanie. Mortgaged our crops. Had to start", "\"Say, this business of alternating drinks is the real McCoy,\" Retief\n said. \"What's the problem? Croanie about to foreclose?\"" ], [ "\"How-do, Retief. Okay if I come up?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Hank. I want to talk to you.\"", "\"Thanks.\" Retief finished his glass, stood. \"I have to run, Hank,\" he\n said. \"Let me think this over. Maybe I can come up with something.", "\"How many men do you need for the harvest, Hank?\" Retief inquired.\n\n\n Arapoulous sniffed his wine glass and looked thoughtful.", "out his hand. Retief took it. For a moment the two big men stood, face\n to face. The newcomer's jaw muscles knotted. Then he winced.", "\"This fellow's a confounded pest. I'll leave him to you, Retief,\"\n Magnan said. \"Tell him something. Get rid of him. And remember: here\n at Corps HQ, all eyes are upon you.\"", "\"Can't say that I did, Hank.\" Retief poured the black wine into two\n fresh glasses. \"Here's to the harvest.\"", "\"A hundred would help,\" he said. \"A thousand would be better. Cheers.\"\n\n\n \"What would you say to two thousand?\"\n\n\n \"Two thousand? Retief, you're not fooling?\"", "\"That's correct. Five hundred.\"\n\n\n Retief waited.\n\n\n \"Ah ... are you there, Retief?\"", "\"I understand you hold a mortgage on the best land on Lovenbroy,\"\n Retief said. \"Any connection?\"\n\n\n \"Why ... ah ... no. Of course not, ha ha.\"", "\"Lots of times. You're meeting the students, are you?\"\n\n\n The young fellow blinked at Retief. \"Oh, you know about it, huh?\"", "of heavy cloth, a loose shirt open at the neck and a short jacket,\n stepped into the room. He had a bundle under his arm. He paused at\n sight of Retief, looked him over momentarily, then advanced and held", "\"Retief here, Corps HQ,\" he said airily. \"About the MEDDLE shipment,\n the tractors. I'm wondering if there's been a slip up. My records show\n we're shipping five hundred units....\"", "to Retief—\"not one of those kids is over eighteen.\" He hiccupped.\n \"Students, you know. Never saw a student with a beard, did you?\"", "\"See here, Retief! Why all this interest in a few surplus tractors?\n And in any event, what business is it of yours how we plan to use the\n equipment? That's an internal affair of my government. Mr. Whaffle—\"", "\"Great Heavens, Retief! Don't jump to conclusions! Would you have us\n branded as warmongers? Frankly—is this a closed line?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly. You may speak freely.\"", "gift, you've scored points in the game. But if Croanie has some scheme\n cooking—\"\n\"Nothing like that, Retief. It's a mere business transaction.\"", "Retief nodded. \"Might as well.\"\nAt the exit to the Customs enclosure, Retief watched as the first of\n the Bogan students came through, caught sight of Karsh and snapped to\n attention, his chest out.", "\"Why, they went out a week ago. They'll be half way there by now. But\n look here, Retief, this isn't what you're thinking!\"", "\"Listen, Jim,\" Retief said. \"I want you to go over to the warehouse and\n take a look at that baggage for me.\"", "\"Loyalty to your pay-check should send you scuttling for the material\n I've asked for,\" Retief said. \"I'm taking full responsibility. Now\n scat.\"" ], [ "\"I see they're sending two thousand students to d'Land,\" Retief said,\n glancing at the Memo for Record. \"That's a sizable sublimation.\"", "\"I've just learned you're placing more students abroad, Mr. Gulver. How\n many this time?\"\n\n\n \"Two thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And where will they be going?\"", "\"What kind of university do they have on d'Land?\" asked Retief. \"We're\n sending them two thousand exchange students. It must be quite an\n institution.\"", "\"Two thousand students? Hah! Two\nhundred\nstudents would overtax the\n facilities of the college.\"\n\n\n \"I wonder if the Bogans know that?\"", "\"As soon as I get off a couple of TWX's, I think we'd better get down\n to the port, Hank. I think I'd like to see the students off personally.\"", "\"For the present. Miss Furkle, Mr. Magnan is vacationing. That leaves\n me with the question of two thousand young male students headed for", "\"We have quarters ready for the students,\" Retief said. \"If you'd like\n to bring them around to the west side, I have a couple of copters laid\n on.\"", "\"Where does doing your job stop and prying begin, Miss Furkle?\" Retief\n said. \"Personally, I'm curious as to just what it is these students are\n travelling so far to study—at Corps expense.\"", "\"Hello, Jim. Say, I have a favor to ask of you. You know that\n contingent of Bogan students. They're traveling aboard the two CDT", "transports. I'm interested in the baggage that goes with the students.\n Has it arrived yet? Okay, I'll wait.\"", "\"Lots of times. You're meeting the students, are you?\"\n\n\n The young fellow blinked at Retief. \"Oh, you know about it, huh?\"", "\"Why ... perhaps. That's Boge's business.\" Gulver looked at Retief with\n pursed lips. \"As a matter of fact, we had in mind dispatching another\n two thousand to Featherweight.\"", "\"Croanie. It's all in the application form I've handed in. Your job is\n to provide transportation.\"\n\n\n \"Will there be any other students embarking this season?\"", "\"Not this time,\" Retief said. He watched the students, still emerging\n from Customs. \"They seem to be all boys,\" he commented. \"No female\n students?\"", "\"Academic details are the affair of the students and their professors,\"\n Magnan said. \"Our function is merely to bring them together. See", "to Retief—\"not one of those kids is over eighteen.\" He hiccupped.\n \"Students, you know. Never saw a student with a beard, did you?\"", "Retief nodded. \"Might as well.\"\nAt the exit to the Customs enclosure, Retief watched as the first of\n the Bogan students came through, caught sight of Karsh and snapped to\n attention, his chest out.", "\"Do you know the name of the institution these Bogan students are bound\n for?\"\n\n\n \"Why, the University at d'Land, of course.\"\n\n\n \"Would that be the Technical College?\"", "cab to the port. The Bogan students had arrived early. Retief saw them\n lined up on the ramp waiting to go through customs. It would be half\n an hour before they were cleared through. He turned into the bar and", "After Gulver left, Retief called Miss Furkle in. \"I'd like to have a\n break-out of all the student movements that have been planned under the" ], [ "\"We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy,\" Arapoulous said,\n swallowing wine. \"But we don't plan to wreck the landscape mining 'em.", "\"I understand you hold a mortgage on the best land on Lovenbroy,\"\n Retief said. \"Any connection?\"\n\n\n \"Why ... ah ... no. Of course not, ha ha.\"", "sole concern of the Motorized Equipment Depot, Division of Loans and\n Exchanges.\" He pursed his lips. \"However, I suppose there's no harm in\n telling you. They'll be receiving heavy mining equipment.\"", "we did. Wanted to strip-mine, smelt ore. We convinced 'em otherwise.\n But it took a year, and we lost a lot of men.\"", "\"They happen to be going to Lovenbroy. But I scarcely see—\"\n\n\n \"And who's the friend you're helping out with an unauthorized\n transshipment of grant material?\"", "\"Oh, that's Lovenbroy years; they'd be eighteen, Terry reckoning.\"\n\n\n \"I was thinking you looked a little mature for twenty-eight,\" Retief\n said.", "\"That—bucolic person from Lovenbroy is here again.\" On the small desk\n screen, Miss Furkle's meaty features were compressed in disapproval.", "land area we've got into parks and farms. Course, we left some sizable\n forest areas for hunting and such. Lovenbroy's a nice place, Mr.\n Retief.\"", "\"Bad luck if you miss the cork,\" Arapoulous said, nodding. \"You\n probably never heard about the trouble we had on Lovenbroy a few years\n back?\"", "ore. It doesn't. By the way, isn't a WV a poor choice as a mining\n outfit? I should think—\"", "to Boge. And Croanie holds a mortgage on the best grape acreage on\n Lovenbroy.\"", "We like to farm. About ten years back some neighbors of ours landed a\n force. They figured they knew better what to do with our minerals than", "turn over to machinery—and anyway we wouldn't if we could. Vintage\n season is the high point of living on Lovenbroy. Everybody joins in.", "Jim came back to the phone. \"Yeah, Retief, it's here. Just arrived.\n But there's a funny thing. It's not consigned to d'Land. It's ticketed\n clear through to Lovenbroy.\"", "\"Loyalty to your pay-check should send you scuttling for the material\n I've asked for,\" Retief said. \"I'm taking full responsibility. Now\n scat.\"", "\"Why ... perhaps. That's Boge's business.\" Gulver looked at Retief with\n pursed lips. \"As a matter of fact, we had in mind dispatching another\n two thousand to Featherweight.\"", "out on Lovenbroy we've got a serious problem. The wine crop is just\n about ready. We start picking in another two, three months. Now I don't", "General Economies have been trying for months to get a request for\n mining equipment for d'Land through MEDDLE—\"", "Miss Furkle compressed her lips. \"If Mr. Magnan were here, I'm sure\n he wouldn't dream of interfering in the work of other departments.\n I ... overheard your conversation with the gentleman from the Croanie\n Legation—\"", "half a dozen pint-sized processing plants. Maybe, in a bind, they\n could handle the ore ten WV's could scrape up ... if Croanie had any" ], [ "The buzzer sounded. Retief flipped a key. \"MUDDLE, Retief speaking....\"\n\n\n Arapoulous's brown face appeared on the desk screen.", "\"Maybe later,\" Karsh said. \"You know, after we see how the first bunch\n is received.\"\n\n\n Back at the MUDDLE office, Retief buzzed Miss Furkle.", "\"This fellow's a confounded pest. I'll leave him to you, Retief,\"\n Magnan said. \"Tell him something. Get rid of him. And remember: here\n at Corps HQ, all eyes are upon you.\"", "\"Retief here, Corps HQ,\" he said airily. \"About the MEDDLE shipment,\n the tractors. I'm wondering if there's been a slip up. My records show\n we're shipping five hundred units....\"", "\"About Mr. Magnan's wisdom there can be no question,\" Retief said. \"But\n never mind. I'd like you to look up an item for me. How many tractors\n will Croanie be getting under the MEDDLE program?\"", "of heavy cloth, a loose shirt open at the neck and a short jacket,\n stepped into the room. He had a bundle under his arm. He paused at\n sight of Retief, looked him over momentarily, then advanced and held", "\"Lots of times. You're meeting the students, are you?\"\n\n\n The young fellow blinked at Retief. \"Oh, you know about it, huh?\"", "\"What that gal needs is a slippery time in the grape mash,\" Arapoulous\n observed. Retief thumbed through the papers, pausing to read from time\n to time. He finished and looked at Arapoulous.", "\"How do you know what I'm thinking? I don't know myself.\" Retief rang\n off, buzzed the secretary.", "\"A hundred would help,\" he said. \"A thousand would be better. Cheers.\"\n\n\n \"What would you say to two thousand?\"\n\n\n \"Two thousand? Retief, you're not fooling?\"", "\"Sounds very pleasant,\" Retief said. \"Where does the Libraries and\n Education Division come in?\"", "\"That's correct. Five hundred.\"\n\n\n Retief waited.\n\n\n \"Ah ... are you there, Retief?\"", "\"I understand you hold a mortgage on the best land on Lovenbroy,\"\n Retief said. \"Any connection?\"\n\n\n \"Why ... ah ... no. Of course not, ha ha.\"", "\"See here, Retief! Why all this interest in a few surplus tractors?\n And in any event, what business is it of yours how we plan to use the\n equipment? That's an internal affair of my government. Mr. Whaffle—\"", "to Retief—\"not one of those kids is over eighteen.\" He hiccupped.\n \"Students, you know. Never saw a student with a beard, did you?\"", "year's different. This is Wine Year.\"\nArapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. \"Our wine", "\"Great Heavens, Retief! Don't jump to conclusions! Would you have us\n branded as warmongers? Frankly—is this a closed line?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly. You may speak freely.\"", "\"Listen, Jim,\" Retief said. \"I want you to go over to the warehouse and\n take a look at that baggage for me.\"", "\"You won't find it in the industrial section,\" the librarian said.\n \"Come along.\" Retief followed her along the stacks to a well-lit", "\"Where does doing your job stop and prying begin, Miss Furkle?\" Retief\n said. \"Personally, I'm curious as to just what it is these students are\n travelling so far to study—at Corps expense.\"" ] ]

[ "What does the description in the second paragraph of the article about Wayne's parents show about how Wayne feels towards them?", "How did Wayne's reaction to being drafted differ from his parents' reaction?", "How do Wayne's thoughts toward Captain Jack and his dialogue toward Captain Jack differ?", "Had Wayne actually accomplished his mission given to him by Captain Jack, would he have felt victorious?", "How did Wayne's attitude change by the end of the article?", "What realization do you think Wayne might have had after his journey?" ]

[ [ "He dislikes them because he feels repressed by them.", "He has strong disdain for them because they do not approve of his aspirations.", "He fears his parents because they are aggressively against his future goals. ", "He is annoyed by them because they will not let him be drafted." ], [ "Wayne reacted quickly, while his parents took longer to react to the news. ", "Wayne was overjoyed while his parents were annoyed.", "Wayne was excited while his parents were worried.", "Wayne was in shock while his parents were sad." ], [ "Wayne speaks to Captain Jack respectfully, but mocks him in his thoughts.", "Wayne speaks to Captain Jack in a fearful manner, but underestimates him in his thoughts.", "Wayne speaks to Captain Jack quietly, but wishes he could have more confidence on the inside.", "Wayne speaks to Captain Jack arrogantly, but is scared of him in his thoughts." ], [ "No, because Wayne would know that his parents would be disappointed in him.", "No, because Wayne would not be able to mentally handle the murders.", "Yes, because Wayne had been excited all along about his draft call.", "Yes, because Wayne wanted to make Captain Jack proud no matter what." ], [ "Wayne went from feeling excited to disgusted.", "Wayne went from feeling excited to regretful for not listening to his parents.", "Wayne went from feeling confident to feeling defeated.", "Wayne went from feeling nervous to guilty." ], [ "He realized he did not have the emotional strength he thought he had to complete the mission.", "He realized that Captain Jack had set him up to make him regret the draft call.", "He realized that his parents are to blame for his weaknesses.", "He realized that he was emotionally strong enough for the mission, but it was still too gruesome for him." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "Wayne returned the challenging move but felt a nervous twitch jerk at\n his lips. A numbness covered his brain like a film as he concentrated", "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "\"No, sir,\" Wayne mumbled. He didn't look up. \"I'm sorry I punked out.\"\n\n\n \"Give him the treatment,\" the doctor said wearily. \"And send him back\n to his mother.\"", "Wayne walked over and sneered down at the human garbage lying in\n scummed rain pools. The smell of raw violence, the scent of blood, made\n his heart thump like a trapped rubber ball in a cage.", "Wayne felt the assured smile die on his face. Something seemed to\n shrink him. If he didn't watch himself he'd begin feeling like a pea\n among bowling balls.", "Wayne drank. Liquored heat dripped into his stomach. Fire tickled his\n veins, became hot wire twisting in his head.", "\"So gimme the keys,\" Wayne said. The old man handed the keys over. His\n understanding smile was strained, and fear flicked in his sagging eyes.", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "Wayne watched the ritual, grinning. He listened to their purposeless\n noises, their blabbing and yakking as if they had something to say.", "She backed into darkness, up there against the sagging tenement wall,\n her arms out and poised like crippled wings. Wayne crept up. She gave", "\"Hell,\" Wayne said, grinning straight into the old man. \"I just got my\n draft call.\"\n\n\n He saw the old man's Adam's apple move. \"Oh, my dear boy,\" Mother cried\n out.", "Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons\n imbedded in the waxlike skin of his face. Then he grinned all on one\n side. One huge hand scratched across the wet table top like a furious\n cat's.", "Wayne's breath quickened as he watched, feeling somehow blank wonder\n at finding himself there, free and breaking out at last with no curfew", "The air through the open window was chill and damp coming from\n Slumville, but Wayne felt a cold that wasn't of the night or the wind.", "But the old man was right on for once about the dangerous repressed\n impulses. Wayne had heard about it often enough. Anyway there was no", "The stewbum stumbled. His bearded face in dim breaking moonlight had\n a dirty, greenish tinge as he sensed Wayne there. He turned in a\n grotesque uncoordinated jiggling and his eyes were wide with terror and\n doom.", "Red nuzzled the mouse's neck and made drooly noises. Wayne watched and\n fed on the promising terror and helplessness of her hunted face. She\n sat rigid, eyes fixed on Wayne like balls of frozen glass.", "He turned and ran blindly, half-fell down the cracking stairs.\nDoctor Burns, head of the readjustment staff at the Youth Center,\n studied Wayne with abstract interest.", "Wayne took his time. He knew how she felt waiting in there, listening\n to his creeping, implacable footfalls.\n\n\n Then he yelled and slammed open the door." ], [ "\"Hell,\" Wayne said, grinning straight into the old man. \"I just got my\n draft call.\"\n\n\n He saw the old man's Adam's apple move. \"Oh, my dear boy,\" Mother cried\n out.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "\"No, sir,\" Wayne mumbled. He didn't look up. \"I'm sorry I punked out.\"\n\n\n \"Give him the treatment,\" the doctor said wearily. \"And send him back\n to his mother.\"", "Wayne felt the assured smile die on his face. Something seemed to\n shrink him. If he didn't watch himself he'd begin feeling like a pea\n among bowling balls.", "Wayne returned the challenging move but felt a nervous twitch jerk at\n his lips. A numbness covered his brain like a film as he concentrated", "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "\"So gimme the keys,\" Wayne said. The old man handed the keys over. His\n understanding smile was strained, and fear flicked in his sagging eyes.", "\"Well,\" the sergeant said. \"How tough we are this evening. You have a\n pass, killer?\"\n\n\n \"Wayne Seton. Draft call.\"", "Wayne drank. Liquored heat dripped into his stomach. Fire tickled his\n veins, became hot wire twisting in his head.", "Wayne's breath quickened as he watched, feeling somehow blank wonder\n at finding himself there, free and breaking out at last with no curfew", "\"Oh.\" The sergeant checked his name off a roster and nodded. He wrote\n on a slip of paper, handed the pass to Wayne. \"Go to the Armory and", "Wayne watched the ritual, grinning. He listened to their purposeless\n noises, their blabbing and yakking as if they had something to say.", "But the old man was right on for once about the dangerous repressed\n impulses. Wayne had heard about it often enough. Anyway there was no", "Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons\n imbedded in the waxlike skin of his face. Then he grinned all on one\n side. One huge hand scratched across the wet table top like a furious\n cat's.", "\"Okay, go,\" Wayne said. \"If you wanta walk. I'm taking the family\n boltbucket.\"\n\n\n \"But we promised the Clemons, dear,\" his mother said.", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "\"You must be a genius,\" Wayne said. \"A corporal with no hair and still\n a counterboy. I'm impressed. I'm all ears, Dad.\"", "\"You, baby,\" Wayne gasped. \"I gotcha.\"", "\"Hold your teeth, pop,\" Wayne said, coolly and slowly lighting a\n cigarette. \"I've decided.\"", "\"No use running,\" Wayne said. \"Go loose. Give, baby. Give now.\"" ], [ "\"Wayne Seton,\" said Captain Jack as if he were discussing something\n in a bug collection. \"Well, well, you're really fired up aren't you?\n Really going out to eat 'em. Right, punk?\"", "Wayne waved the pass card, signed by Captain Jack, under the cop's\n quivering nose. The cop shivered and stepped back and waved him on. The\n Olds roared over the bridge as the night's rain blew away.", "\"So run along and make out, punk,\" grinned Captain Jack.\nA copcar stopped Wayne as he started over the bridge, out of bright\n respectable neon into the murky westside slum over the river.", "Wayne's mouth twitched. He leaned across the counter toward the\n shelves and racks of weapons. \"I'll remember that crack when I get", "Wayne watched the ritual, grinning. He listened to their purposeless\n noises, their blabbing and yakking as if they had something to say.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "\"Where you think you're going, my pretty lad?\"\n\n\n Wayne grinned down. \"Higher I hope than a typewriter jockey.\"", "Captain Jack chuckled. \"All right, superboy.\" He handed Wayne his\n passcard. \"Curfew's off, punk, for 6 hours. You got 6 hours to make\n out.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, sir.\"", "Captain Jack moved massively. The big stone-walled office, alive with\n stuffed lion and tiger and gunracks, seemed to grow smaller. Captain", "Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons\n imbedded in the waxlike skin of his face. Then he grinned all on one\n side. One huge hand scratched across the wet table top like a furious\n cat's.", "Wayne returned the challenging move but felt a nervous twitch jerk at\n his lips. A numbness covered his brain like a film as he concentrated", "Contemptuously amused little eyes glittered at Wayne from a shaggy\n head. Shoulders hunched like stuffed sea-bags.", "The stewbum stumbled. His bearded face in dim breaking moonlight had\n a dirty, greenish tinge as he sensed Wayne there. He turned in a\n grotesque uncoordinated jiggling and his eyes were wide with terror and\n doom.", "\"So gimme the keys,\" Wayne said. The old man handed the keys over. His\n understanding smile was strained, and fear flicked in his sagging eyes.", "\"No use running,\" Wayne said. \"Go loose. Give, baby. Give now.\"", "past Wayne and he felt the engine-hot fumes against his legs. Tires\n squealed. The Cad stopped and a teener in black jacket jumped out and\n crouched as he began stalking the old rummy.", "throat, glancing now and then at Wayne, baiting him good.", "\"Okay, you creep,\" Wayne said.", "But the old man was right on for once about the dangerous repressed\n impulses. Wayne had heard about it often enough. Anyway there was no", "Wayne smiled with wry superiority at the redheaded psycho in a dirty\n T-shirt, a big bruiser with a gorilla face. He was tussling his mouse\n heavy." ], [ "\"Wayne Seton,\" said Captain Jack as if he were discussing something\n in a bug collection. \"Well, well, you're really fired up aren't you?\n Really going out to eat 'em. Right, punk?\"", "Wayne waved the pass card, signed by Captain Jack, under the cop's\n quivering nose. The cop shivered and stepped back and waved him on. The\n Olds roared over the bridge as the night's rain blew away.", "Wayne returned the challenging move but felt a nervous twitch jerk at\n his lips. A numbness covered his brain like a film as he concentrated", "But the old man was right on for once about the dangerous repressed\n impulses. Wayne had heard about it often enough. Anyway there was no", "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "Wayne felt the assured smile die on his face. Something seemed to\n shrink him. If he didn't watch himself he'd begin feeling like a pea\n among bowling balls.", "\"So gimme the keys,\" Wayne said. The old man handed the keys over. His\n understanding smile was strained, and fear flicked in his sagging eyes.", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "The stewbum stumbled. His bearded face in dim breaking moonlight had\n a dirty, greenish tinge as he sensed Wayne there. He turned in a\n grotesque uncoordinated jiggling and his eyes were wide with terror and\n doom.", "\"Where you think you're going, my pretty lad?\"\n\n\n Wayne grinned down. \"Higher I hope than a typewriter jockey.\"", "Wayne watched the ritual, grinning. He listened to their purposeless\n noises, their blabbing and yakking as if they had something to say.", "Wayne took his time. He knew how she felt waiting in there, listening\n to his creeping, implacable footfalls.\n\n\n Then he yelled and slammed open the door.", "\"So run along and make out, punk,\" grinned Captain Jack.\nA copcar stopped Wayne as he started over the bridge, out of bright\n respectable neon into the murky westside slum over the river.", "Wayne walked over and sneered down at the human garbage lying in\n scummed rain pools. The smell of raw violence, the scent of blood, made\n his heart thump like a trapped rubber ball in a cage.", "past Wayne and he felt the engine-hot fumes against his legs. Tires\n squealed. The Cad stopped and a teener in black jacket jumped out and\n crouched as he began stalking the old rummy.", "Wayne drank. Liquored heat dripped into his stomach. Fire tickled his\n veins, became hot wire twisting in his head.", "Captain Jack moved massively. The big stone-walled office, alive with\n stuffed lion and tiger and gunracks, seemed to grow smaller. Captain", "\"No use running,\" Wayne said. \"Go loose. Give, baby. Give now.\"", "The corporal's little eyes studied Wayne with malicious amusement.\n \"Take it from a vet, bud. Sooner you go the better. It's a big city and" ], [ "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "Wayne returned the challenging move but felt a nervous twitch jerk at\n his lips. A numbness covered his brain like a film as he concentrated", "Wayne felt the assured smile die on his face. Something seemed to\n shrink him. If he didn't watch himself he'd begin feeling like a pea\n among bowling balls.", "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "\"No, sir,\" Wayne mumbled. He didn't look up. \"I'm sorry I punked out.\"\n\n\n \"Give him the treatment,\" the doctor said wearily. \"And send him back\n to his mother.\"", "\"So gimme the keys,\" Wayne said. The old man handed the keys over. His\n understanding smile was strained, and fear flicked in his sagging eyes.", "Wayne's mouth twitched. He leaned across the counter toward the\n shelves and racks of weapons. \"I'll remember that crack when I get", "Wayne drank. Liquored heat dripped into his stomach. Fire tickled his\n veins, became hot wire twisting in his head.", "But the old man was right on for once about the dangerous repressed\n impulses. Wayne had heard about it often enough. Anyway there was no", "\"No use running,\" Wayne said. \"Go loose. Give, baby. Give now.\"", "Wayne's breath quickened as he watched, feeling somehow blank wonder\n at finding himself there, free and breaking out at last with no curfew", "Wayne walked over and sneered down at the human garbage lying in\n scummed rain pools. The smell of raw violence, the scent of blood, made\n his heart thump like a trapped rubber ball in a cage.", "Wayne watched the ritual, grinning. He listened to their purposeless\n noises, their blabbing and yakking as if they had something to say.", "\"Hell,\" Wayne said, grinning straight into the old man. \"I just got my\n draft call.\"\n\n\n He saw the old man's Adam's apple move. \"Oh, my dear boy,\" Mother cried\n out.", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "\"Where you think you're going, my pretty lad?\"\n\n\n Wayne grinned down. \"Higher I hope than a typewriter jockey.\"", "Red looked up and stared straight at Wayne with eyes like black buttons\n imbedded in the waxlike skin of his face. Then he grinned all on one\n side. One huge hand scratched across the wet table top like a furious\n cat's.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said.", "Wayne took his time. He knew how she felt waiting in there, listening\n to his creeping, implacable footfalls.\n\n\n Then he yelled and slammed open the door.", "The corporal's little eyes studied Wayne with malicious amusement.\n \"Take it from a vet, bud. Sooner you go the better. It's a big city and" ], [ "Wayne went out after her in a laughing frenzy of release. He felt the\n cold strange breath of moist air on his sweating skin as he sprinted\n down the alley into a wind full of blowing wet.", "Wayne returned the challenging move but felt a nervous twitch jerk at\n his lips. A numbness covered his brain like a film as he concentrated", "Wayne nodded and they led him away. His mind screamed still to split\n open some prison of bone and lay bare and breathing wide. But there\n was no way out for the trapped. Now he knew about the old man and his\n poker-playing pals.", "\"Yes, sir,\" Wayne said. He ran wet hands down the sides of his chinos.\n His legs seemed sheathed in lead as he bit inwardly at shrinking fear", "The stewbum stumbled. His bearded face in dim breaking moonlight had\n a dirty, greenish tinge as he sensed Wayne there. He turned in a\n grotesque uncoordinated jiggling and his eyes were wide with terror and\n doom.", "Wayne's breath quickened as he watched, feeling somehow blank wonder\n at finding himself there, free and breaking out at last with no curfew", "\"Where you think you're going, my pretty lad?\"\n\n\n Wayne grinned down. \"Higher I hope than a typewriter jockey.\"", "But the old man was right on for once about the dangerous repressed\n impulses. Wayne had heard about it often enough. Anyway there was no", "Wayne's mouth twitched. He leaned across the counter toward the\n shelves and racks of weapons. \"I'll remember that crack when I get", "\"So gimme the keys,\" Wayne said. The old man handed the keys over. His\n understanding smile was strained, and fear flicked in his sagging eyes.", "Wayne felt the assured smile die on his face. Something seemed to\n shrink him. If he didn't watch himself he'd begin feeling like a pea\n among bowling balls.", "Wayne drank. Liquored heat dripped into his stomach. Fire tickled his\n veins, became hot wire twisting in his head.", "Wayne watched the ritual, grinning. He listened to their purposeless\n noises, their blabbing and yakking as if they had something to say.", "\"No, sir,\" Wayne mumbled. He didn't look up. \"I'm sorry I punked out.\"\n\n\n \"Give him the treatment,\" the doctor said wearily. \"And send him back\n to his mother.\"", "The corporal's little eyes studied Wayne with malicious amusement.\n \"Take it from a vet, bud. Sooner you go the better. It's a big city and", "\"No use running,\" Wayne said. \"Go loose. Give, baby. Give now.\"", "\"Hell,\" Wayne said, grinning straight into the old man. \"I just got my\n draft call.\"\n\n\n He saw the old man's Adam's apple move. \"Oh, my dear boy,\" Mother cried\n out.", "\"You, baby,\" Wayne gasped. \"I gotcha.\"", "Wayne walked over and sneered down at the human garbage lying in\n scummed rain pools. The smell of raw violence, the scent of blood, made\n his heart thump like a trapped rubber ball in a cage.", "a squeaking sob, turned, ran. Wayne leaped into gloom. Wood cracked.\n He clambered over rotten lumber. The doorway sagged and he hesitated" ] ]

[ "What is a likely reason that the narrator chooses to go with what the citizens of Dondromogon believe about him?", "What statement would the narrator most likely agree with?", "How did the man's treatment change by most of the people after his thumbprints were taken?", "Had the narrator vehemently denied his position as Yandro, would the opinions of the people have likely changed?", "What is one main mood that the narrator initially conveys in the article?", "Choose the most likely outcome if the narrator was not determined to be Yandro?", "Based on the information provided in the article, do you predict the narrator will fully step up to his position as Yandro?", "What statement best summarizes this article?" ]

[ [ "He thinks that going with what the citizens of Dondromogon believe will be his key to escape.", "The people of Dondromogon are harmless, so he perceives no danger in remaining on the planet.", "He does not remember anything, is confused, and cannot back himself up on who he truly is.", "He figures that he will eventually be returned to Earth just as mysteriously as he left." ], [ "He does not fully understand how or why he is Yandro.", "The inhabitants of Dondromogon are unwelcoming no matter his status.", "The inhabitants of Dondromogon are playing a joke on him.", "He has been mistakenly selected by the people of Dondromogon." ], [ "He went from being treated as a criminal to being treated as one of the usual inhabitants of Dondromogon.", "He went from being treated with suspicion to being revered.", "He went from being treated as an invader to reluctantly worshipped as Yandro.", "He went from being respected as a foreigner to being respected as a deity." ], [ "No, because the narrator would eventually be forced against his own will to be Yandro.", "Yes, because the narrator would have been sent back to Earth for his denial of the position.", "Yes, because the inhabitants would have instead acted distastefully towards the narrator for not wanting to assume the position.", "No, because the inhabitants strictly uphold and respect the prophecy that named the narrator as Yandro." ], [ "Superiority", "Fear", "Confusion", "Hatred" ], [ "He would have never met Doriza.", "He would be sent back to Earth.", "He would not be honored on Dondromogon.", "His memory would have came back faster." ], [ "No, he will never come out of his state of amnesia to be able to fulfil his duties.", "Yes, because he is willing to learn and work with the people of Dondromogon.", "Yes, because he will be arrested if he does not.", "No, because he firmly denies that he is the Yandro and wants to return to Earth." ], [ "A man suffers memory loss and violence as he tries to rediscover himself on a new planet.", "A man greedily assumes power on a new planet at the expense of learning who he previously was on planet Earth.", "A man shockingly learns that he will be the savior of a distressed community on another planet.", "A man vows to end a war on a new planet after being threatened to by the inhabitants." ] ]

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[ [ "\"You honor me,\" I told him. \"Yet I still know little. It seems that I\n am expected to aid and lead and save the people of this world called\n Dondromogon. But I must know them before I can help.\"", "The voice had a note of triumph. \"You do not know that. It is as well,\n for this will be a birth and beginning of your destined leadership on\n Dondromogon.\"", "\"It is necessary that we live like this,\" she explained. \"The hot air\n of Dondromogon's sunlit face is ever rising, and the cold air from", "Dondromogon was found and settled long ago, by adventurers from afar.\n Now come invaders, to reap the benefits of discovery and toil.\" A", "\"Where am I?\"\n\n\n And at once there was an answer:\n\n\n \"\nYou lie upon the world Dondromogon.\n\"", "\"The Newcomers,\" supplemented Doriza. \"They have taken the \"Other Side\"\n of Dondromogon, and would take our side as well. We defend ourselves", "\"I serve Yandro,\" she vowed tremulously. \"Now and forever—and happy\n that I was fated to live when he returned for the rescue of all\n Dondromogon.\"", "\"What proof have I?\" I demanded. \"On this world of yours—Dondromogon,", "\"They lie,\" I broke in, very conscious of my naked helplessness before\n her regard. \"They wanted to kill me and be rewarded for a false story\n of vigilance. I only defended myself.\"", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "caused fear and ruin. But it pleased our fortune-bringing stars to\n encompass his destruction.\" He grinned, and licked his full lips. \"Now,", "\"Barely, with these bonds.\"\n\n\n \"Then manage to do so.\" She flung off her cloak and draped it over my\n nakedness. \"Walk along beside me. No tricks, and I promise you fair\n hearing.\"", "Doriza had no answer that time, but Sporr spoke up behind us: \"Great\n Yandro is wise as well as powerful. But the Newcomers do not want to", "\"The same,\" said Doriza.\n\n\n And they were all on their knees before me.\n\n\n \"Forgive me, great Yandro,\" said the officer thickly. \"I did not know.\"", "Doriza shook her head. \"That happens to be my cloak. I gave it to him\n because he was naked, and not for any treasonable masquerade. But the\n thumb-print—\"", "\"Dondromogon?\" I mumbled. \"The name is strange to me.\"", "\"Stranger,\" he said to me, \"can you think of no better tale to tell\n than you now offer?\"\n\n\n \"I tell the truth,\" was my reply, not very gracious.", "What had seized me? That was my first wonder. On this strange world\n called Dondromogon, what manner of intelligent life bade defiance to", "I'm from, or anything that has happened longer ago than just a moment.\n I woke up out there in the dust storm, and I managed to come here for\n shelter.\"", "\"I am a scientist,\" offered Doriza, and came forward. Her eyes met\n mine, suddenly flickered and lowered. \"His gaze,\" she muttered." ], [ "\"They lie,\" I broke in, very conscious of my naked helplessness before\n her regard. \"They wanted to kill me and be rewarded for a false story\n of vigilance. I only defended myself.\"", "\"Stranger,\" he said to me, \"can you think of no better tale to tell\n than you now offer?\"\n\n\n \"I tell the truth,\" was my reply, not very gracious.", "Old Sporr almost crowed. \"You see? If he was a true imposter, he would\n come equipped with all plausible knowledge. As it is—\"", "Silence then, a silence which evidently I must break. I broke it:\n \"Friends, I am among you with no more memory or knowledge than an\n infant. I hear wonderful things, of which I seem to be the center. Are\n they true?\"", "\"But it is, it is!\" The graybeard flourished a thin hand at me. \"Look\n at him, you of little faith! Your mind dwells so much on material\n strength that you lose touch with the spiritual—\"", "caused fear and ruin. But it pleased our fortune-bringing stars to\n encompass his destruction.\" He grinned, and licked his full lips. \"Now,", "\"It is necessary that we live like this,\" she explained. \"The hot air\n of Dondromogon's sunlit face is ever rising, and the cold air from", "Doriza and the officer crossed to his side, snatching the book. Their\n bright heads bent above it. Doriza was first to speak. \"It is very\n like,\" she half-stammered.", "Beyond, it gave into several passages. She chose one of them and\n conducted me along. \"You are surely not of us,\" she commented. \"Men I", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "Fantastic! And yet, for all I could say to the contrary, unvarnishedly\n true.", "\"As it is, he may remember that the Conquering Stranger is foretold\n to come with no memory of anything,\" supplied the officer. \"Score one\n against you, Sporr. You should have been able to instruct me, not I\n you.\"", "\"Barely, with these bonds.\"\n\n\n \"Then manage to do so.\" She flung off her cloak and draped it over my\n nakedness. \"Walk along beside me. No tricks, and I promise you fair\n hearing.\"", "I'm from, or anything that has happened longer ago than just a moment.\n I woke up out there in the dust storm, and I managed to come here for\n shelter.\"", "\"Behold,\" Doriza was saying, \"matters which even expert identification\n men take into thought. The ears in the picture are like the ears of the\n real man—\"", "\"I still say you will understand my caution,\" he addressed me, with\n real respect and shyness this time. \"If you are Yandro himself, you can", "\"I am a scientist,\" offered Doriza, and came forward. Her eyes met\n mine, suddenly flickered and lowered. \"His gaze,\" she muttered.", "enough, but somehow unwholesome; Doriza—no, she was not like these\n others, who may have lived too long in their earth-buried shelters. And\n Doriza now spoke to the gathering:", "now, but a fracture had shortened it somewhat. The eyes were deep set\n and dark and moody—small wonder!—the chin heavy, the mouth made grim", "\"Anyone would wish that,\" I replied. \"But how—\"" ], [ "\"Thumb-prints?\" I offered.\n\n\n Sporr had produced something else, a little vial of dark pigment. He\n carefully anointed one of my thumbs, and pressed it to the page. All\n three gazed.", "\"Oh, yes, the thumb-print,\" I repeated wearily. \"By all means, study my\n thumbs, if you'll first take these bonds off of me.\"", "Doriza shook her head. \"That happens to be my cloak. I gave it to him\n because he was naked, and not for any treasonable masquerade. But the\n thumb-print—\"", "prove it. The prophecy even sketches a thumb-print—\" And he held the\n book toward me.", "It contained a full-page likeness, in color, of myself wrapped in a\n scarlet robe. Under this was considerable printed description, and to\n one side a thumb-print, or a drawing of one, in black.", "Sporr was waiting in the room where I had eaten. His eyes widened at\n sight of me, something like a grin of triumph flashed through his\n beard. Then he bowed, supple and humble, his palms together.", "dozen pairs of eyes fixed me with some steadiness, but with no\n frankness anywhere. One man had a round, greedy-seeming face. Another", "caused fear and ruin. But it pleased our fortune-bringing stars to\n encompass his destruction.\" He grinned, and licked his full lips. \"Now,", "now, but a fracture had shortened it somewhat. The eyes were deep set\n and dark and moody—small wonder!—the chin heavy, the mouth made grim", "snatched it, and turned to a brightly colored picture. He looked once,\n his beard gaped, and he dropped to his knees.", "\"Behold,\" Doriza was saying, \"matters which even expert identification\n men take into thought. The ears in the picture are like the ears of the\n real man—\"", "of agitated voices. Then I felt myself grasped, by both shoulders,\n and drawn roughly erect. The touch restored my senses, and I wrenched\n myself violently free.", "Facing me again, he motioned most respectfully toward the door to the\n hall. I moved to open it, and he followed, muttering.", "Doriza and the officer crossed to his side, snatching the book. Their\n bright heads bent above it. Doriza was first to speak. \"It is very\n like,\" she half-stammered.", "The attendant reentered, with a big book in his hands. It looked\n old and well-thumbed, with dim gold traceries on its binding. Sporr", "\"But it is, it is!\" The graybeard flourished a thin hand at me. \"Look\n at him, you of little faith! Your mind dwells so much on material\n strength that you lose touch with the spiritual—\"", "\"He's a Newcomer spy,\" quoth the other. \"Let's put him under arrest.\"", "souls to worship, not to study. If indeed he is Yandro,\" and he was\n most respectful, \"he will appreciate, like a good military mind, my\n caution against possible impostors.\"", "\"Happy, happy the day,\" he jabbered, \"that I was spared to see our\n great champion come among us in the flesh, as was foretold of ancient\n time by the First Comers!\"", "sight of me, they rose together, most respectfully. They looked at me,\n and I looked at them." ], [ "souls to worship, not to study. If indeed he is Yandro,\" and he was\n most respectful, \"he will appreciate, like a good military mind, my\n caution against possible impostors.\"", "\"I still say you will understand my caution,\" he addressed me, with\n real respect and shyness this time. \"If you are Yandro himself, you can", "\"The same,\" said Doriza.\n\n\n And they were all on their knees before me.\n\n\n \"Forgive me, great Yandro,\" said the officer thickly. \"I did not know.\"", "\"It is indeed Yandro, our great chief,\" he mumbled. Then he turned and\n crossed the room. A sort of mouthpiece sprouted from the wall.", "\"Yandro, folk of the Council! He deigns to give you audience.\"\n\n\n \"\nYandro!\n\"\n\n\n They all spoke the name in chorus, and bowed toward me.", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "\"They lie,\" I broke in, very conscious of my naked helplessness before\n her regard. \"They wanted to kill me and be rewarded for a false story\n of vigilance. I only defended myself.\"", "\"I am Yandro's orderly and helper,\" she said. Rising, she ranged\n herself at my left hand. \"Will Yandro come this way? He will be awaited\n in the audience hall.\"", "Doriza had no answer that time, but Sporr spoke up behind us: \"Great\n Yandro is wise as well as powerful. But the Newcomers do not want to", "\"Pardon, great Yandro,\" babbled Sporr. \"I was saying that I arranged\n food, as always, for whatever guest should come. Please follow.\"", "gold-bound book that is third from the right.\" Then he turned back,\n and bowed toward me. \"Surely you are Yandro, the Conquering Stranger,\"", "The other made a little grimace. \"This may be Yandro, though I'm a\n plain soldier and follow the classics very little. The First Comers are", "\"I announce,\" he intoned into it. \"I announce, I, Sporr, the reader and\n fore-teller of wisdom. Yandro is with us, he awaits his partners and\n friends. Let them meet him in the audience hall.\"", "Gederr turned his eyes upon the woman with the red hair, and gestured\n to her \"Tell him, Elonie.\" Then he faced me. \"Have we Yandro's\n permission to sit?\"", "\"I am Gederr, senior of this Council,\" he purred. \"If Yandro permits, I\n will speak simply. Our hopes have been raised by Yandro's return—the", "\"I serve Yandro,\" she vowed tremulously. \"Now and forever—and happy\n that I was fated to live when he returned for the rescue of all\n Dondromogon.\"", "\"But it is, it is!\" The graybeard flourished a thin hand at me. \"Look\n at him, you of little faith! Your mind dwells so much on material\n strength that you lose touch with the spiritual—\"", "Old Sporr almost crowed. \"You see? If he was a true imposter, he would\n come equipped with all plausible knowledge. As it is—\"", "\"Stranger,\" he said to me, \"can you think of no better tale to tell\n than you now offer?\"\n\n\n \"I tell the truth,\" was my reply, not very gracious.", "Silence then, a silence which evidently I must break. I broke it:\n \"Friends, I am among you with no more memory or knowledge than an\n infant. I hear wonderful things, of which I seem to be the center. Are\n they true?\"" ], [ "now, but a fracture had shortened it somewhat. The eyes were deep set\n and dark and moody—small wonder!—the chin heavy, the mouth made grim", "caused fear and ruin. But it pleased our fortune-bringing stars to\n encompass his destruction.\" He grinned, and licked his full lips. \"Now,", "\"Happy, happy the day,\" he jabbered, \"that I was spared to see our\n great champion come among us in the flesh, as was foretold of ancient\n time by the First Comers!\"", "by a scar at one corner. Black, shaggy hair hung down like brackets.\n All told, I looked like a proper person for physical labor, or even", "insistent but not cold, upon my naked skin. Closing my hands, I felt\n them dig into coarse dirt. I turned my face downwind and opened my", "way or welcome. I felt first—pressure on my brow and chest, as if I\n lay face downward; then the tug and buffet of a strong, probing wind,", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nMy senses came to me slowly and somehow shyly, as if not sure of their", "the brows and swept back my longish hair, knotting at the nape of the\n neck. The only fitted articles were a pair of shoes, metal-soled and", "The light struck it at such an angle as to make it serve for a\n full-length mirror. With some curiosity I gazed at my image.", "\"It is necessary that we live like this,\" she explained. \"The hot air\n of Dondromogon's sunlit face is ever rising, and the cold air from", "of agitated voices. Then I felt myself grasped, by both shoulders,\n and drawn roughly erect. The touch restored my senses, and I wrenched\n myself violently free.", "I'm from, or anything that has happened longer ago than just a moment.\n I woke up out there in the dust storm, and I managed to come here for\n shelter.\"", "eyes. There was little to see, so thick was the dust cloud around me.\n Words formed themselves on my thick tongue, words that must have been\n spoken by so many reviving unfortunates through the ages:", "Silence then, a silence which evidently I must break. I broke it:\n \"Friends, I am among you with no more memory or knowledge than an\n infant. I hear wonderful things, of which I seem to be the center. Are\n they true?\"", "life.\"\nI looked at my garments, and hers. There were various kinds of fabric,\n which I now saw plainly to be synthetic. \"The other side, where those", "\"Our cities are below ground,\" he quavered. \"Whipped by winds above,\n we must scrabble in the depths for life's necessities—chemicals to", "with the utmost gingerly respect. The food was a pungent and filling\n jelly, a little bundle of transparent leaves or scraps like cellophane", "\"Not naked like this,\" I said, and laughed. I must have sounded\n foolish, but it had its effect.", "\"I announce,\" he intoned into it. \"I announce, I, Sporr, the reader and\n fore-teller of wisdom. Yandro is with us, he awaits his partners and\n friends. Let them meet him in the audience hall.\"", "The door opened from within, and I was blown inside, to fall sprawling.\nI struck my forehead upon a floor of stone or concrete, and so was\n half-stunned, but still I could distinguish something like the sound" ], [ "\"I still say you will understand my caution,\" he addressed me, with\n real respect and shyness this time. \"If you are Yandro himself, you can", "souls to worship, not to study. If indeed he is Yandro,\" and he was\n most respectful, \"he will appreciate, like a good military mind, my\n caution against possible impostors.\"", "gold-bound book that is third from the right.\" Then he turned back,\n and bowed toward me. \"Surely you are Yandro, the Conquering Stranger,\"", "\"It is indeed Yandro, our great chief,\" he mumbled. Then he turned and\n crossed the room. A sort of mouthpiece sprouted from the wall.", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "\"I am Yandro's orderly and helper,\" she said. Rising, she ranged\n herself at my left hand. \"Will Yandro come this way? He will be awaited\n in the audience hall.\"", "\"The same,\" said Doriza.\n\n\n And they were all on their knees before me.\n\n\n \"Forgive me, great Yandro,\" said the officer thickly. \"I did not know.\"", "The other made a little grimace. \"This may be Yandro, though I'm a\n plain soldier and follow the classics very little. The First Comers are", "\"I serve Yandro,\" she vowed tremulously. \"Now and forever—and happy\n that I was fated to live when he returned for the rescue of all\n Dondromogon.\"", "Doriza had no answer that time, but Sporr spoke up behind us: \"Great\n Yandro is wise as well as powerful. But the Newcomers do not want to", "Gederr turned his eyes upon the woman with the red hair, and gestured\n to her \"Tell him, Elonie.\" Then he faced me. \"Have we Yandro's\n permission to sit?\"", "\"I am Gederr, senior of this Council,\" he purred. \"If Yandro permits, I\n will speak simply. Our hopes have been raised by Yandro's return—the", "\"Pardon, great Yandro,\" babbled Sporr. \"I was saying that I arranged\n food, as always, for whatever guest should come. Please follow.\"", "\"I announce,\" he intoned into it. \"I announce, I, Sporr, the reader and\n fore-teller of wisdom. Yandro is with us, he awaits his partners and\n friends. Let them meet him in the audience hall.\"", "\"Who might Yandro be?\" I demanded, very uncomfortable in my bonds and\n loose draperies.", "caused fear and ruin. But it pleased our fortune-bringing stars to\n encompass his destruction.\" He grinned, and licked his full lips. \"Now,", "ruthless invaders. He was Yandro, the\n\n Stranger of the Prophecy—and he found that\n\n he was destined to fight both sides.", "\"They lie,\" I broke in, very conscious of my naked helplessness before\n her regard. \"They wanted to kill me and be rewarded for a false story\n of vigilance. I only defended myself.\"", "Old Sporr almost crowed. \"You see? If he was a true imposter, he would\n come equipped with all plausible knowledge. As it is—\"", "I felt a stirring of the hair on my neck, but kept my voice mild and\n level: \"Why should I lie? Especially as I don't know who I am, or where" ], [ "\"I still say you will understand my caution,\" he addressed me, with\n real respect and shyness this time. \"If you are Yandro himself, you can", "\"I am Yandro's orderly and helper,\" she said. Rising, she ranged\n herself at my left hand. \"Will Yandro come this way? He will be awaited\n in the audience hall.\"", "souls to worship, not to study. If indeed he is Yandro,\" and he was\n most respectful, \"he will appreciate, like a good military mind, my\n caution against possible impostors.\"", "\"It is indeed Yandro, our great chief,\" he mumbled. Then he turned and\n crossed the room. A sort of mouthpiece sprouted from the wall.", "\"I announce,\" he intoned into it. \"I announce, I, Sporr, the reader and\n fore-teller of wisdom. Yandro is with us, he awaits his partners and\n friends. Let them meet him in the audience hall.\"", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "gold-bound book that is third from the right.\" Then he turned back,\n and bowed toward me. \"Surely you are Yandro, the Conquering Stranger,\"", "\"I am Gederr, senior of this Council,\" he purred. \"If Yandro permits, I\n will speak simply. Our hopes have been raised by Yandro's return—the", "Doriza had no answer that time, but Sporr spoke up behind us: \"Great\n Yandro is wise as well as powerful. But the Newcomers do not want to", "\"The same,\" said Doriza.\n\n\n And they were all on their knees before me.\n\n\n \"Forgive me, great Yandro,\" said the officer thickly. \"I did not know.\"", "Gederr turned his eyes upon the woman with the red hair, and gestured\n to her \"Tell him, Elonie.\" Then he faced me. \"Have we Yandro's\n permission to sit?\"", "\"I serve Yandro,\" she vowed tremulously. \"Now and forever—and happy\n that I was fated to live when he returned for the rescue of all\n Dondromogon.\"", "The voice had a note of triumph. \"You do not know that. It is as well,\n for this will be a birth and beginning of your destined leadership on\n Dondromogon.\"", "ruthless invaders. He was Yandro, the\n\n Stranger of the Prophecy—and he found that\n\n he was destined to fight both sides.", "\"Yandro, folk of the Council! He deigns to give you audience.\"\n\n\n \"\nYandro!\n\"\n\n\n They all spoke the name in chorus, and bowed toward me.", "\"Pardon, great Yandro,\" babbled Sporr. \"I was saying that I arranged\n food, as always, for whatever guest should come. Please follow.\"", "The other made a little grimace. \"This may be Yandro, though I'm a\n plain soldier and follow the classics very little. The First Comers are", "caused fear and ruin. But it pleased our fortune-bringing stars to\n encompass his destruction.\" He grinned, and licked his full lips. \"Now,", "\"Doriza, gentlewoman of the guard, conducts Yandro, the Conquering\n Stranger, to greet his lieutenants!\"", "\"The stranger of the prophecy!\" he cried, in a voice that made us all\n jump.\nThe officer rose from behind the table. \"Are you totally mad, Sporr?\n You mystic doctors are too apt to become fuddled—\"" ], [ "\"It is necessary that we live like this,\" she explained. \"The hot air\n of Dondromogon's sunlit face is ever rising, and the cold air from", "Silence then, a silence which evidently I must break. I broke it:\n \"Friends, I am among you with no more memory or knowledge than an\n infant. I hear wonderful things, of which I seem to be the center. Are\n they true?\"", "\"But it is, it is!\" The graybeard flourished a thin hand at me. \"Look\n at him, you of little faith! Your mind dwells so much on material\n strength that you lose touch with the spiritual—\"", "caused fear and ruin. But it pleased our fortune-bringing stars to\n encompass his destruction.\" He grinned, and licked his full lips. \"Now,", "\"They lie,\" I broke in, very conscious of my naked helplessness before\n her regard. \"They wanted to kill me and be rewarded for a false story\n of vigilance. I only defended myself.\"", "\"The tenth part of the wonders which concern mighty Yandro have not\n been told,\" intoned Sporr, ducking his bearded head in a bow, but\n fixing me with his wise old eyes.", "\"Our cities are below ground,\" he quavered. \"Whipped by winds above,\n we must scrabble in the depths for life's necessities—chemicals to", "Fantastic! And yet, for all I could say to the contrary, unvarnishedly\n true.", "\"I am a scientist,\" offered Doriza, and came forward. Her eyes met\n mine, suddenly flickered and lowered. \"His gaze,\" she muttered.", "\"Behold,\" Doriza was saying, \"matters which even expert identification\n men take into thought. The ears in the picture are like the ears of the\n real man—\"", "life.\"\nI looked at my garments, and hers. There were various kinds of fabric,\n which I now saw plainly to be synthetic. \"The other side, where those", "It contained a full-page likeness, in color, of myself wrapped in a\n scarlet robe. Under this was considerable printed description, and to\n one side a thumb-print, or a drawing of one, in black.", "enough, but somehow unwholesome; Doriza—no, she was not like these\n others, who may have lived too long in their earth-buried shelters. And\n Doriza now spoke to the gathering:", "Masters\n.\" The voice became grand. \"Suffice it that you were\n needed, and that the time was ripe. There is a proper time, like a", "pen ourselves away from the sky and soil, with stout walls and heavy\n sunken parapets. Our deep mines afford every element for necessities of\n life.\"", "eyes. There was little to see, so thick was the dust cloud around me.\n Words formed themselves on my thick tongue, words that must have been\n spoken by so many reviving unfortunates through the ages:", "\"Thumb-prints?\" I offered.\n\n\n Sporr had produced something else, a little vial of dark pigment. He\n carefully anointed one of my thumbs, and pressed it to the page. All\n three gazed.", "[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from\n\n Planet Stories Summer 1944.\n\n Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that", "\"You honor me,\" I told him. \"Yet I still know little. It seems that I\n am expected to aid and lead and save the people of this world called\n Dondromogon. But I must know them before I can help.\"", "Doriza and the officer crossed to his side, snatching the book. Their\n bright heads bent above it. Doriza was first to speak. \"It is very\n like,\" she half-stammered." ] ]

[ "Given Arapoulous' description of his homeland, what can you conclude about it?", "What can you infer about the industry in Arapoulous' homeland?", "Given d'Land's lack of a successful college, what can you best infer about the society there?", "What can you conclude about Retief's character?", "Why is Retief so concerned about the tractor order?", "Are the two thousand students truly being sent off to college?", "What is one common theme in this article?" ]

[ [ "The conditions allow for successful crop growing.", "The conditions there are inhospitable.", "Arapoulous' homeland has unpredictable seasons.", "There are few people living back on the land which Arapoulous comes from." ], [ "It is an agricultural industry, deriving its profit from the land.", "It is a small industry, deriving just enough profit for everyone to sustain themselves.", "It is a highly advanced industry, deriving its profit from mechanization.", "It is a technological industry, deriving its profit from intelligence." ], [ "It is not an intellectual society.", "It is a society that despises education.", "It is a society lacking sufficient leadership to establish better education sources.", "It is a society that has found it is more prosperous without high-level education." ], [ "He is gullible and easily tricked.", "He is firm but can be harsh.", "He has a soft spot for few in his life.", "He can greedy and demanding." ], [ "Because he knows whoever ordered the tractors has bad intentions.", "Because he knows the order is a mistake.", "Because the order of tractors is unusually large.", "Because no one else appears to be concerned about the tractors." ], [ "No, because there exists few academic resources for them where they are heading. ", "Yes, because there is a small college out where the students are heading.", "No, because they are going to a rural setting.", "No, because Retief has suspicions over the situation of transporting the students." ], [ "Money buys happiness.", "Suspicion indicates deception.", "Education does not always lead to success.", "Wit and charm are the keys for negotiation." ] ]

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[ [ "\"It sounds like it, Mr. Arapoulous. Just what—\"", "\"What that gal needs is a slippery time in the grape mash,\" Arapoulous\n observed. Retief thumbed through the papers, pausing to read from time\n to time. He finished and looked at Arapoulous.", "\"Bad luck if you miss the cork,\" Arapoulous said, nodding. \"You\n probably never heard about the trouble we had on Lovenbroy a few years\n back?\"", "Arapoulous nodded. \"All local timbers too. Lots of metals in our soil\n and those sulphates give the woods some color, I'll tell you. Then", "Arapoulous filled the glasses. Retief picked one up, sniffed the deep\n rust-colored fluid, tasted it, then took a healthy swallow. He looked\n at Arapoulous thoughtfully.", "Arapoulous put his bundle on the desk, pulled off the wrappings. \"No\n time like the present,\" he said.", "In the office, Arapoulous took a chair. \"Sorry if I'm rushing you,\n Retief,\" he said. \"But have you got anything for me?\"", "Arapoulous leaned forward. \"We go in pretty heavy for the arts. Folks\n can't spend all their time hybridizing plants. We've turned all the", "\"Don't try to describe it, Mr. Retief,\" Arapoulous said. He took a", "Arapoulous took one. \"Bacchus vines are an unusual crop,\" he said,\n puffing the cigar alight. \"Only mature every twelve years. In between,", "\"It put us in a bad spot,\" Arapoulous went on. \"We had to borrow\n money from a world called Croanie. Mortgaged our crops. Had to start", "\"This isn't\ndrinking\n. It's just wine.\" Arapoulous pulled the wire", "Retief gave instructions, then rang off and turned to Arapoulous.", "\"Bring them in, please.\"\nThe secretary placed the papers on the desk. Arapoulous caught her eye\n and grinned. She sniffed and marched from the room.", "all ribbon-counter boys. Never mind. I'm Hank Arapoulous. I'm a farmer.\n What I wanted to see you about was—\" He shifted in his chair. \"Well,", "\"We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy,\" Arapoulous said,\n swallowing wine. \"But we don't plan to wreck the landscape mining 'em.", "year's different. This is Wine Year.\"\nArapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. \"Our wine", "\"How many men do you need for the harvest, Hank?\" Retief inquired.\n\n\n Arapoulous sniffed his wine glass and looked thoughtful.", "\"Croanie? Not much of a place. Mostly ocean. All right if you like\n fish, I guess. We import our seafood from there. Nice prawns in monsoon\n time. Over a foot long.\"", "retainer loose, thumbed the cork. It rose slowly, then popped in the\n air. Arapoulous caught it. Aromatic fumes wafted from the bottle." ], [ "\"It sounds like it, Mr. Arapoulous. Just what—\"", "\"What that gal needs is a slippery time in the grape mash,\" Arapoulous\n observed. Retief thumbed through the papers, pausing to read from time\n to time. He finished and looked at Arapoulous.", "\"Bad luck if you miss the cork,\" Arapoulous said, nodding. \"You\n probably never heard about the trouble we had on Lovenbroy a few years\n back?\"", "Arapoulous nodded. \"All local timbers too. Lots of metals in our soil\n and those sulphates give the woods some color, I'll tell you. Then", "Arapoulous took one. \"Bacchus vines are an unusual crop,\" he said,\n puffing the cigar alight. \"Only mature every twelve years. In between,", "Arapoulous leaned forward. \"We go in pretty heavy for the arts. Folks\n can't spend all their time hybridizing plants. We've turned all the", "In the office, Arapoulous took a chair. \"Sorry if I'm rushing you,\n Retief,\" he said. \"But have you got anything for me?\"", "\"It put us in a bad spot,\" Arapoulous went on. \"We had to borrow\n money from a world called Croanie. Mortgaged our crops. Had to start", "\"This isn't\ndrinking\n. It's just wine.\" Arapoulous pulled the wire", "Arapoulous filled the glasses. Retief picked one up, sniffed the deep\n rust-colored fluid, tasted it, then took a healthy swallow. He looked\n at Arapoulous thoughtfully.", "\"Bring them in, please.\"\nThe secretary placed the papers on the desk. Arapoulous caught her eye\n and grinned. She sniffed and marched from the room.", "all ribbon-counter boys. Never mind. I'm Hank Arapoulous. I'm a farmer.\n What I wanted to see you about was—\" He shifted in his chair. \"Well,", "Arapoulous put his bundle on the desk, pulled off the wrappings. \"No\n time like the present,\" he said.", "year's different. This is Wine Year.\"\nArapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. \"Our wine", "\"We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy,\" Arapoulous said,\n swallowing wine. \"But we don't plan to wreck the landscape mining 'em.", "\"How many men do you need for the harvest, Hank?\" Retief inquired.\n\n\n Arapoulous sniffed his wine glass and looked thoughtful.", "Retief gave instructions, then rang off and turned to Arapoulous.", "\"Don't try to describe it, Mr. Retief,\" Arapoulous said. He took a", "sole concern of the Motorized Equipment Depot, Division of Loans and\n Exchanges.\" He pursed his lips. \"However, I suppose there's no harm in\n telling you. They'll be receiving heavy mining equipment.\"", "\"Drinking on duty is frowned on in the Corps, Mr. Arapoulous,\" he said." ], [ "\"Do you know the name of the institution these Bogan students are bound\n for?\"\n\n\n \"Why, the University at d'Land, of course.\"\n\n\n \"Would that be the Technical College?\"", "\"University? D'Land has one under-endowed technical college.\"\n\n\n \"Will all the exchange students be studying at the Technical College?\"", "\"What kind of university do they have on d'Land?\" asked Retief. \"We're\n sending them two thousand exchange students. It must be quite an\n institution.\"", "\"Breaking and entering,\" Retief said. \"You may have something there.\n But I'm wondering what they'll study on d'Land. That's an industrial\n world of the poor but honest variety.\"", "\"Two thousand students? Hah! Two\nhundred\nstudents would overtax the\n facilities of the college.\"\n\n\n \"I wonder if the Bogans know that?\"", "\"I see they're sending two thousand students to d'Land,\" Retief said,\n glancing at the Memo for Record. \"That's a sizable sublimation.\"", "to pacify her. While my chance to make a record—that is, assist\n peace-loving d'Land—comes to naught.\" He shook his head.", "\"The Bogans? Why, most of d'Land's difficulties are due to the unwise\n trade agreement she entered into with Boge. Two thousand students", "land area we've got into parks and farms. Course, we left some sizable\n forest areas for hunting and such. Lovenbroy's a nice place, Mr.\n Retief.\"", "\"Academic details are the affair of the students and their professors,\"\n Magnan said. \"Our function is merely to bring them together. See", "\"I understand you hold a mortgage on the best land on Lovenbroy,\"\n Retief said. \"Any connection?\"\n\n\n \"Why ... ah ... no. Of course not, ha ha.\"", "\"Oh, the crop's fine. One of the best I can remember. Course, I'm only\n twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests. The problem's\n not the crop.\"", "Arapoulous leaned forward. \"We go in pretty heavy for the arts. Folks\n can't spend all their time hybridizing plants. We've turned all the", "a dozen years back. They'd've made it too, if they hadn't had a lot of\n bad luck. Their armor went in the drink, and without armor they're easy\n game.\"", "\"Bad luck if you miss the cork,\" Arapoulous said, nodding. \"You\n probably never heard about the trouble we had on Lovenbroy a few years\n back?\"", "a world with no classrooms for them ... a world in need of tractors.\n But the tractors are on their way to Croanie, a world under obligation", "\"SCROUNGE was late on the scene,\" Whaffle said. \"First come, first\n served. That's our policy at MEDDLE. Good day, gentlemen.\" He strode\n off, briefcase under his arm.", "After Gulver left, Retief called Miss Furkle in. \"I'd like to have a\n break-out of all the student movements that have been planned under the", "\"Where does doing your job stop and prying begin, Miss Furkle?\" Retief\n said. \"Personally, I'm curious as to just what it is these students are\n travelling so far to study—at Corps expense.\"", "\"Lots of times. You're meeting the students, are you?\"\n\n\n The young fellow blinked at Retief. \"Oh, you know about it, huh?\"" ], [ "\"This fellow's a confounded pest. I'll leave him to you, Retief,\"\n Magnan said. \"Tell him something. Get rid of him. And remember: here\n at Corps HQ, all eyes are upon you.\"", "\"Great Heavens, Retief! Don't jump to conclusions! Would you have us\n branded as warmongers? Frankly—is this a closed line?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly. You may speak freely.\"", "out his hand. Retief took it. For a moment the two big men stood, face\n to face. The newcomer's jaw muscles knotted. Then he winced.", "\"That's correct. Five hundred.\"\n\n\n Retief waited.\n\n\n \"Ah ... are you there, Retief?\"", "\"A hundred would help,\" he said. \"A thousand would be better. Cheers.\"\n\n\n \"What would you say to two thousand?\"\n\n\n \"Two thousand? Retief, you're not fooling?\"", "\"I understand you hold a mortgage on the best land on Lovenbroy,\"\n Retief said. \"Any connection?\"\n\n\n \"Why ... ah ... no. Of course not, ha ha.\"", "of heavy cloth, a loose shirt open at the neck and a short jacket,\n stepped into the room. He had a bundle under his arm. He paused at\n sight of Retief, looked him over momentarily, then advanced and held", "\"I assume you jest, Retief,\" Magnan said sadly. \"I should expect even\n you to appreciate that Bogan participation in the Exchange Program may\n be the first step toward sublimation of their aggressions into more\n cultivated channels.\"", "\"That seems a modest enough hope,\" Retief said. \"I'll try to live up to\n it.\"", "\"Sure,\" Retief said. \"Shoot. How many tractors?\"\n\n\n \"Five hundred.\"\n\n\n \"Are you sure?\"", "\"Lots of times. You're meeting the students, are you?\"\n\n\n The young fellow blinked at Retief. \"Oh, you know about it, huh?\"", "Arapoulous filled the glasses. Retief picked one up, sniffed the deep\n rust-colored fluid, tasted it, then took a healthy swallow. He looked\n at Arapoulous thoughtfully.", "gift, you've scored points in the game. But if Croanie has some scheme\n cooking—\"\n\"Nothing like that, Retief. It's a mere business transaction.\"", "\"Loyalty to your pay-check should send you scuttling for the material\n I've asked for,\" Retief said. \"I'm taking full responsibility. Now\n scat.\"", "Retief nodded. \"Might as well.\"\nAt the exit to the Customs enclosure, Retief watched as the first of\n the Bogan students came through, caught sight of Karsh and snapped to\n attention, his chest out.", "\"See here, Retief! Why all this interest in a few surplus tractors?\n And in any event, what business is it of yours how we plan to use the\n equipment? That's an internal affair of my government. Mr. Whaffle—\"", "\"Who gets the tractors eventually?\"\n\n\n \"Retief, this is unwarranted interference!\"\n\n\n \"Who gets them?\"", "\"How-do, Retief. Okay if I come up?\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Hank. I want to talk to you.\"", "\"On the whole,\" Retief said, \"I think I prefer the black. But the red\n is hard to beat....\"", "\"How do you know what I'm thinking? I don't know myself.\" Retief rang\n off, buzzed the secretary." ], [ "\"See here, Retief! Why all this interest in a few surplus tractors?\n And in any event, what business is it of yours how we plan to use the\n equipment? That's an internal affair of my government. Mr. Whaffle—\"", "\"About Mr. Magnan's wisdom there can be no question,\" Retief said. \"But\n never mind. I'd like you to look up an item for me. How many tractors\n will Croanie be getting under the MEDDLE program?\"", "\"Sure,\" Retief said. \"Shoot. How many tractors?\"\n\n\n \"Five hundred.\"\n\n\n \"Are you sure?\"", "\"Who gets the tractors eventually?\"\n\n\n \"Retief, this is unwarranted interference!\"\n\n\n \"Who gets them?\"", "\"Retief here, Corps HQ,\" he said airily. \"About the MEDDLE shipment,\n the tractors. I'm wondering if there's been a slip up. My records show\n we're shipping five hundred units....\"", "\"There must be an error somewhere,\" Retief said. \"The Bolo model I want\n is a tractor. Model WV M-1—\"", "\"I'm sure he did. Let me know about the tractors as soon as you can.\"\nMiss Furkle sniffed and disappeared from the screen. Retief left the", "\"Why ... perhaps. That's Boge's business.\" Gulver looked at Retief with\n pursed lips. \"As a matter of fact, we had in mind dispatching another\n two thousand to Featherweight.\"", "\"I understand you hold a mortgage on the best land on Lovenbroy,\"\n Retief said. \"Any connection?\"\n\n\n \"Why ... ah ... no. Of course not, ha ha.\"", "\"This fellow's a confounded pest. I'll leave him to you, Retief,\"\n Magnan said. \"Tell him something. Get rid of him. And remember: here\n at Corps HQ, all eyes are upon you.\"", "\"Thank you, ma'am,\" Retief said. \"I'm looking for information on a\n mining rig. A Bolo model WV tractor.\"", "\"The tractors are for transshipment. We've gotten ourselves into a\n difficult situation, balance-of-payments-wise. This is an accommodation\n to a group with which we have rather strong business ties.\"", "\"Loyalty to your pay-check should send you scuttling for the material\n I've asked for,\" Retief said. \"I'm taking full responsibility. Now\n scat.\"", "\"That's correct. Five hundred.\"\n\n\n Retief waited.\n\n\n \"Ah ... are you there, Retief?\"", "\"Great Heavens, Retief! Don't jump to conclusions! Would you have us\n branded as warmongers? Frankly—is this a closed line?\"\n\n\n \"Certainly. You may speak freely.\"", "Second Secretary Magnan took his green-lined cape and orange-feathered\n beret from the clothes tree. \"I'm off now, Retief,\" he said. \"I hope", "of heavy cloth, a loose shirt open at the neck and a short jacket,\n stepped into the room. He had a bundle under his arm. He paused at\n sight of Retief, looked him over momentarily, then advanced and held", "\"Why, they went out a week ago. They'll be half way there by now. But\n look here, Retief, this isn't what you're thinking!\"", "\"I'm still here. And I'm still wondering about the five hundred\n tractors.\"\n\n\n \"It's perfectly in order. I thought it was all settled. Mr. Whaffle—\"", "\"A hundred would help,\" he said. \"A thousand would be better. Cheers.\"\n\n\n \"What would you say to two thousand?\"\n\n\n \"Two thousand? Retief, you're not fooling?\"" ], [ "\"Two thousand students? Hah! Two\nhundred\nstudents would overtax the\n facilities of the college.\"\n\n\n \"I wonder if the Bogans know that?\"", "\"I've just learned you're placing more students abroad, Mr. Gulver. How\n many this time?\"\n\n\n \"Two thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And where will they be going?\"", "\"I see they're sending two thousand students to d'Land,\" Retief said,\n glancing at the Memo for Record. \"That's a sizable sublimation.\"", "\"As soon as I get off a couple of TWX's, I think we'd better get down\n to the port, Hank. I think I'd like to see the students off personally.\"", "\"What kind of university do they have on d'Land?\" asked Retief. \"We're\n sending them two thousand exchange students. It must be quite an\n institution.\"", "\"For the present. Miss Furkle, Mr. Magnan is vacationing. That leaves\n me with the question of two thousand young male students headed for", "\"Academic details are the affair of the students and their professors,\"\n Magnan said. \"Our function is merely to bring them together. See", "to Retief—\"not one of those kids is over eighteen.\" He hiccupped.\n \"Students, you know. Never saw a student with a beard, did you?\"", "\"Do you know the name of the institution these Bogan students are bound\n for?\"\n\n\n \"Why, the University at d'Land, of course.\"\n\n\n \"Would that be the Technical College?\"", "\"Lots of times. You're meeting the students, are you?\"\n\n\n The young fellow blinked at Retief. \"Oh, you know about it, huh?\"", "transports. I'm interested in the baggage that goes with the students.\n Has it arrived yet? Okay, I'll wait.\"", "\"Where does doing your job stop and prying begin, Miss Furkle?\" Retief\n said. \"Personally, I'm curious as to just what it is these students are\n travelling so far to study—at Corps expense.\"", "\"Not this time,\" Retief said. He watched the students, still emerging\n from Customs. \"They seem to be all boys,\" he commented. \"No female\n students?\"", "\"Croanie. It's all in the application form I've handed in. Your job is\n to provide transportation.\"\n\n\n \"Will there be any other students embarking this season?\"", "\"Hello, Jim. Say, I have a favor to ask of you. You know that\n contingent of Bogan students. They're traveling aboard the two CDT", "\"Why ... perhaps. That's Boge's business.\" Gulver looked at Retief with\n pursed lips. \"As a matter of fact, we had in mind dispatching another\n two thousand to Featherweight.\"", "Retief nodded. \"Might as well.\"\nAt the exit to the Customs enclosure, Retief watched as the first of\n the Bogan students came through, caught sight of Karsh and snapped to\n attention, his chest out.", "\"We have quarters ready for the students,\" Retief said. \"If you'd like\n to bring them around to the west side, I have a couple of copters laid\n on.\"", "After Gulver left, Retief called Miss Furkle in. \"I'd like to have a\n break-out of all the student movements that have been planned under the", "Karsh finished his beer, ordered another. \"I came on ahead. Sort of\n an advance guard for the kids. I trained 'em myself. Treated it like" ], [ "Arapoulous leaned forward. \"We go in pretty heavy for the arts. Folks\n can't spend all their time hybridizing plants. We've turned all the", "\"What that gal needs is a slippery time in the grape mash,\" Arapoulous\n observed. Retief thumbed through the papers, pausing to read from time\n to time. He finished and looked at Arapoulous.", "\"Oh, the crop's fine. One of the best I can remember. Course, I'm only\n twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests. The problem's\n not the crop.\"", "here and there. Big vines, eight feet high, loaded with fruit, and deep\n grass growing between. The wine-carriers keep on the run, bringing wine", "\"I know it's bad manners to ask questions. It's an old diplomatic\n tradition that any time you can get anybody to accept anything as a", "toes though. Ever tried to hold onto a gal wearing nothing but a layer\n of grape juice?\"\n\"Never did,\" Retief said. \"You say most of the children are born after", "That's the music-writing season. Then summer. Summer's hot. We stay\n inside in the daytime and have beach parties all night. Lots of beach", "First, there's the picking in the fields. Miles and miles of vineyards\n covering the mountain sides, and crowding the river banks, with gardens", "\"Speaking of tractors,\" another man put in, \"we over at the Special\n Committee for Rehabilitation and Overhaul of Under-developed Nations'", "take long. We spend most of the time on architecture, getting new\n places ready for the winter or remodeling the older ones. We spend a\n lot of time in our houses. We like to have them comfortable. But this", "\"On the whole,\" Retief said, \"I think I prefer the black. But the red\n is hard to beat....\"", "Arapoulous took one. \"Bacchus vines are an unusual crop,\" he said,\n puffing the cigar alight. \"Only mature every twelve years. In between,", "\"Then the wine-making. We still tramp out the vintage. That's mostly\n for the young folks but anybody's welcome. That's when things start to", "\"One unit would require a good-sized plant to handle its output,\"\n Retief said. \"Now Croanie subsists on her fisheries. She has perhaps", "\"That's too bad,\" Retief said. \"I'd say this one tastes more like roast\n beef and popcorn over a Riesling base.\"", "\"You won't find it in the industrial section,\" the librarian said.\n \"Come along.\" Retief followed her along the stacks to a well-lit", "\"That's right. Autumn's our harvest season. Most years we have just the\n ordinary crops. Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't", "shirt, shiny shoes with round toes and an ill-tempered expression.\n\"What is it you wish?\" he barked. \"I understood in my discussions with", "\"SCROUNGE was late on the scene,\" Whaffle said. \"First come, first\n served. That's our policy at MEDDLE. Good day, gentlemen.\" He strode\n off, briefcase under his arm.", "year's different. This is Wine Year.\"\nArapoulous puffed on his cigar, looked worriedly at Retief. \"Our wine" ] ]

[ "Why does Matilda break off her engagement with Herman?", "What best summarizes Matilda’s attitude?", "What is alluring about Haron Gorka’s posting to Matilda?", "Why does no one on town know who Haron Gorka is?", "What is significant about the meal Matilda is served?", "Why does Matilda feel she was being made fun of?", "Has Matilda changed the end of the story? ", "Is Haron’s story true?" ]

[ [ "She’s looking for someone more adventurous. ", "He was too “stuffy” for Matilda.", "She doesn’t want to settle for him, as she’s too fixated on the idea of romance she has. ", "She’s afraid of commitment, as is hinted by this being another broken engagement for her. " ], [ "She’s too easily trusting of strangers and the unknown. ", "She is a lonely, unhappy person looking for an outlet via the Pen Pals column.", "She’s naive, and doesn’t understand relationship.s ", "She’s naive, and a romantic who craves excitement." ], [ "His mystique, and the ideas Matilda projects on him. ", "His ego and mystique. He doesn’t say a lot about himself. ", "He’s well traveled, so he must have important things to share.m", "His ego. She loves how much he has to say about himself, " ], [ "Haron Gorka isn’t his real name. Thus, there’s no records of him. ", "He’s not a real resident. He’s using a fake name while he stays in town. ", "He travels so much that the people in town haven’t gotten to know him. ", "He’s not a real resident, but an interstellar visitor. " ], [ "It lends credence to Gorka’s otherworldly claims. How else could it have happened? ", "She’d been starving, and it was enough to distract her from the reality of what happened to her.", "It’s exactly what she wanted to eat, and she didn’t have to ask for it. ,", "It means Gorka’s paranoid servant had been observing her, and determined her favorite foods. " ], [ "She though t Gorka was making up stories to appeal to her childish nature. ", "She thought Gorka was playing with her trusting nature by telling her lies. ", "She thought Gorka didn’t respe ct her enough, ", "She thought Gorka was trying to make her feel stupid by saying things she couldn’t disprove. " ], [ "No. She still hasn’t found a husband, and will likely be Pen Pals again. ", "No. She’s still looking for fantasies, as evidence by her looking up at the shooting star. ", "Yes. She is like Mrs. Gorky no3, chasing after impossible theories. ", "Yes. She’s more grounded now, and less naive. " ], [ "No. Haron only tells her the story in the hopes of getting his wife to come home,", "Yes. Matilda confirms when she sees the “shooting star.”", "Yes, though only his wife is aware of that. ", "No. Both he and his wife are truly delusional." ] ]

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[ [ "\"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.", "\"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", "\"I thought so,\" she said. \"I knew this was coming when I saw that look\n in your eye at dinner. Where is Herman's engagement ring?\"", "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", "at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was\n also looking for a husband.", "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.", "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", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "Driving the fifty miles to Cedar Falls in a little less than an hour,\n Matilda hummed Mendelssohn's Wedding March all the way. It was her", "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.", "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", "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", "that it was in this way she would find her husband. The widow Penshaws\n impatiently told her to go out and get dates.\nThat particular night, Matilda pulled her battered old sedan into the", "was catching. Maybe if you thought too much about such things, such\n travels, you could get that way. Of course, Herman represented the\n other extreme, and Herman was even worse in his own way—but hereafter", "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", "And then the woman was gone. Numbly, Matilda walked to the doorway and\n watched her angular figure disappear down the road. Of all the crazy\n things....", "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", "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.", "\"I don't know what they told you,\" Matilda said. \"But this is what\n happened to me.\"", "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, you see, had patience.", "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....", "at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was\n also looking for a husband.", "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.", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "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.", "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", "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,", "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.", "\"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", "\"I don't know what they told you,\" Matilda said. \"But this is what\n happened to me.\"", "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 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—\"", "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 sighed happily as she put out the light. The moon shone in\n through the window brightly, and at such times Matilda generally would", "\"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 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.\"", "Accordingly, Matilda trudged wearily toward Cedar Falls' small and\n unimposing library. She could release some of her pent-up aggression by\n browsing through the dusty slacks.", "stereotype, and he scratched his bald head. Then he told Matilda almost\n happily that he was sorry he couldn't help her. He grudgingly suggested", "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" ], [ "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.", "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", "\"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 jumped as if she had been struck strategically from the rear.\n \"You know him? You know Haron 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?\"", "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", "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", "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", "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", "\"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?\"", "\"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....\"", "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", "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", "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.", "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.", "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." ], [ "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", "\"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....\"", "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.", "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", "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.\"", "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", "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", "random. As far us the gentry of Cedar Falls was concerned, Haron Gorka\n did not exist.", "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—\"", "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.", "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", "\"So,\" she finished, \"Haron Gorka is either extremely eccentric or\n insane. I'm sorry.\"", "of you will tell me about Haron Gorka, sparing no details. You each\n have a distinct personality, of course, and it will color each picture\n considerably. But with six of you reporting, I should receive my share", "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?\"", "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", "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", "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", "As it turned out, she wasn't. Not only that, she was welcomed with open\n arms. Not by Haron Gorka; that she really might have liked. Instead," ], [ "When she finished her meal a pleasant lethargy possessed her, and in a\n little while Matilda was asleep again. This time she did not dream at", "\"I don't know what they told you,\" Matilda said. \"But this is what\n happened to me.\"", "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 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.", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "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.", "if she were going out in response to one of those foolish ads in the\n magazines, she would still need a good breakfast to start with like\n only mother could cook. Matilda moodily thanked the widow Penshaws.", "\"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", "at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was\n also looking for a husband.", "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 sighed happily as she put out the light. The moon shone in\n through the window brightly, and at such times Matilda generally would", "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 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, you see, had patience.", "that it was in this way she would find her husband. The widow Penshaws\n impatiently told her to go out and get dates.\nThat particular night, Matilda pulled her battered old sedan into the", "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,", "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", "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—\"" ], [ "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.", "at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was\n also looking for a husband.", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "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.\"", "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....", "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", "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.", "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 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—\"", "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.\"", "Then Matilda frowned. Twenty years from now, this could be Matilda\n Penshaws—complete with plain gray dress, rimless spectacles, gray\n hair, suspicious eyes, and a broom-stick figure....", "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 sighed happily as she put out the light. The moon shone in\n through the window brightly, and at such times Matilda generally would", "\"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, you see, had patience.", "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", "Accordingly, Matilda trudged wearily toward Cedar Falls' small and\n unimposing library. She could release some of her pent-up aggression by\n browsing through the dusty slacks.", "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.", "\"Stop making fun of me,\" she said.\n\n\n \"So, naturally, you'll see\nflaaks\nall over that system—\"\n\n\n \"Stop!\"" ], [ "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 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.\"", "\"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, you see, had patience.", "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—\"", "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.", "Then Matilda frowned. Twenty years from now, this could be Matilda\n Penshaws—complete with plain gray dress, rimless spectacles, gray\n hair, suspicious eyes, and a broom-stick figure....", "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", "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 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.\"", "at which she would have scoffed ten or even five years ago. Matilda was\n also looking for a husband.", "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.", "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 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.", "than she did. He waited, however, as if wondering what to say, and\n Matilda, accustomed to social chatter, gave him a gambit.", "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 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 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," ], [ "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.", "\"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.\"", "of you will tell me about Haron Gorka, sparing no details. You each\n have a distinct personality, of course, and it will color each picture\n considerably. But with six of you reporting, I should receive my share", "\"So,\" she finished, \"Haron Gorka is either extremely eccentric or\n insane. I'm sorry.\"", "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", "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", "\"Well, if Haron wants me back, then I have to go. Have a care, my dear.\n If you marry, choose a home-body. I've had the experience and you've\n seen my Haron for yourself.\"", "As she drove back to town, the disappointment melted slowly away. There\n were, of course, two alternatives. Either Haron Gorka was an eccentric", "\"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....\"", "As it turned out, she wasn't. Not only that, she was welcomed with open\n arms. Not by Haron Gorka; that she really might have liked. Instead,", "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 shifted into reverse and pulled out of the driveway, she saw\n the servant leaving, too. Far down the road, he was walking slowly.\n Then Haron Gorka had severed that relationship, too, and now he was all\n alone.", "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.", "\"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?\"", "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 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?\"", "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 paused. Off in the distance there was a glow on the horizon,\n and that was the direction of Haron Gorka's place.", "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" ] ]

[ "What is implied by having an \"absentee-wife look\"?", "What motif runs through the story? Coincidences", "What is the meaning of the title?", "Who is the nucleus?", "How might the card game had gone differently if Mr. Graham was not present?", "Why are Danny and the deli owner aghast?", "Why does Mrs. Graham leave such specific instructions for Mr. Graham?", "What does McGill offer as a hypothesis for the odd events occurring within the story?" ]

[ [ "It is hypermasculine", "It is sophisticated", "It is disheveled", "It is malodorous" ], [ "Antisocial behavior", "Unfounded rage", "Coincidence", "Incorrect hypotheses" ], [ "When Mr. and Mrs. Graham are apart, a major imbalance persists", "McGill is manipulating Alec as part of a social experiment", "Alec is at the center of all the coincidental behavior", "Alec possesses supernatural abilities that will eventually destroy him" ], [ "Alec", "Mrs. Graham", "A character never mentioned by name", "McGill" ], [ "Nat would have never hosted a card game in the late afternoon", "Nat would have continued to win with straights and other rare hands", "Nat would have lost all of his hands instead of won all of them", "Nat would have a more random pattern of losing and winning hands" ], [ "Alec drops his belongings from a tall height without breaking them", "Alec breaks the top of a glass bottle and continues to drink the contents", "Nat continues to win significant poker hands in the deli", "Alec has the nerve to try and steal items from the deli" ], [ "Mr. Graham cannot hear, but he is able to read", "Mrs. Graham has the power to control Mr. Graham, but only in close proximity", "Mrs. Graham strives to avoid more chaos than what Mr. Graham already attracts", "Mr. Graham is physically unable to do things for himself" ], [ "He believes that some form of life is causing the events", "He believes that they events are merely coincidental", "He believes that Alec has somehow defied principles of randomness and design", "He believes that Alec is playing a deceitful trick in order to come up with an idea for his novel" ] ]

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[ [ "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", "ashtrays. I emptied them, washed them and put them back, but still the\n place looked wife-deserted.", "wife Molly were here to tell me why the whole place looked so woebegone.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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", "\"Sounds like the pearl in an oyster,\" Molly said, and gave me an\n impertinent look.", "\"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.\"", "\"The whole ball of wax,\" twelve times. However, my story had been\n accepted without change because nobody had noticed my absence from the\n conference room. There you have what is known as the Advertising World,", "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", "and ordered Tom Collinses as we looked at the menu. Sitting at the\n next table were a fat lady, wearing a very long, brilliant green", "\"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—\"", "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 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", "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.", "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.", "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", "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.", "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" ], [ "Psychiatry tells us that some people are accident-prone; I, on the\n other hand, seemed recently to be coincidence-prone, fluke-happy, and", "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.", "I was getting used to miracles. We left the proprietor with his mouth\n open and met Danny, the cop, looking in at the door, also with his\n mouth open.", "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,", "manuscript, I groped under the chair for it. Then I looked down. The\n pencil was standing on its end.\nThere, I thought to myself, is that one chance in a million we hear", "\"Why, yes,\" I said. \"Quite a bit.\" I reached into my pocket. There\n must have been nearly two dollars in silver and pennies. \"Do you think\n they'll each have the same date, perhaps?\"", "believe it. Every round normal, nothing\n unusual about the hands—three of a kind, a low straight, that sort\n of thing and one guy got queens over tens, until it gets to be\nmy", "I moved away from the carpet and tossed the handful of coins onto the\n floor. They clattered and bounced—and bounced together—and stacked\n themselves into a neat pile.", "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....\"", "\"Hey! What's the idea?\" snarled the sour-looking man.\n\n\n \"I'm terribly sorry,\" I said. \"It was an accident. I—\"", "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", "rest face up—all red.\nSomeone must have rung, because at that moment the elevator arrived and\n the four men, with half frightened, incredulous looks, and in silence,", "my\ndeal. Brother! Straight flush to the king—every time! And each time,\n somebody else has four aces....\"", "\"Not quite. It has a center. Alec is the center.\"\nMolly looked at me with a curious expression for a moment. \"Do you\nfeel", "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.", "\"Because I don't think this thing got going before today and\n everything that's happened can all be described as improbable motions", "\"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.", "\"But so far as I can see,\" Molly answered, \"it's mere probability, and\n without any over-all pattern.\"", "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.", "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.\"" ], [ "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.", "\"I guess I must have been. It happened just after I left.\"\n\n\n \"Hm. You're the center, all right. But why?\"", "\"Not quite. It has a center. Alec is the center.\"\nMolly looked at me with a curious expression for a moment. \"Do you\nfeel", "\"Hey! What's the idea?\" snarled the sour-looking man.\n\n\n \"I'm terribly sorry,\" I said. \"It was an accident. I—\"", "\"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.", "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", "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", "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,", "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", "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.\"", "\"The whole ball of wax,\" twelve times. However, my story had been\n accepted without change because nobody had noticed my absence from the\n conference room. There you have what is known as the Advertising World,", "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.", "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", "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.", "\"Center of what?\" I asked. \"I feel as though I were the center of an\n electrical storm. Something has it in for me!\"", "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", "rest face up—all red.\nSomeone must have rung, because at that moment the elevator arrived and\n the four men, with half frightened, incredulous looks, and in silence,", "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", "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.\"" ], [ "I am a Nucleus\nBy STEPHEN BARR\n\n\n Illustrated by GAUGHAN\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "it has a nucleus and it seems to be growing—at least in what you might\n call improbability.\"", "\"Not quite. It has a center. Alec is the center.\"\nMolly looked at me with a curious expression for a moment. \"Do you\nfeel", "be forming around a nucleus not of its own material—the way a speck\n of sand thrown into a supersaturated solution becomes the nucleus of\n crystallization.\"", "\"I guess I must have been. It happened just after I left.\"\n\n\n \"Hm. You're the center, all right. But why?\"", "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.", "\"Center of what?\" I asked. \"I feel as though I were the center of an\n electrical storm. Something has it in for me!\"", "\"I should say it was made of the motions. There's a similar idea about\n the atom. Another thing that's like a crystal is that it appears to", "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.\"", "\"He's got a theory,\" said Molly. \"Come and eat with us and he'll tell\n you all about it.\"", "\"Great Scott,\" he said, and sat down. \"I suppose you know that\n there are two great apparently opposite principles governing the", "such. My wife used to be a trained nurse and she is quite convinced\n that I cannot take a breath without her. She is right, but not for the\n reasons she supposes.", "impulses. Yes, I know how you feel,\" he said, seeing my expression.\n \"It's beginning to bear down.\"", "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.", "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", "He did so, and when he got to the summing up, I had the feeling she was\n a jump ahead of him.\n\n\n \"In other words, you think it's something organic?\"", "\"Sounds like the pearl in an oyster,\" Molly said, and gave me an\n impertinent look.", "\"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.", "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.", "uptown and lives near us. He is highly imaginative, but we believe he\n knows everything." ], [ "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", "\"Trouble does seem to follow you, Mr. Graham,\" was all he said.", "\"You can't say a thing like that to me!\" I heard him shout. \"I tell you\n I got that deck this afternoon and they weren't opened till we started\n to play!\"", "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", "believe it. Every round normal, nothing\n unusual about the hands—three of a kind, a low straight, that sort\n of thing and one guy got queens over tens, until it gets to be\nmy", "\"Here!\" he said, holding out a deck of cards, \"For Pete's sake, look at\n 'em yourselves if you think they're marked!\"", "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", "got in and were taken down. My friend stood looking at the neatly\n arranged cards.", "The nearest man struck them up from his hand. \"Okay, Houdini! So\n they're not marked! All I know is five straight....\"", "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!\"", "\"If you want your umbrella, Mrs. Graham,\" Danny said, \"it's at the\n station house. What there's left of it, that is.\"", "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", "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.", "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.\"", "my\ndeal. Brother! Straight flush to the king—every time! And each time,\n somebody else has four aces....\"", "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.", "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....\"", "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.", "\"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?\"", "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." ], [ "I was getting used to miracles. We left the proprietor with his mouth\n open and met Danny, the cop, looking in at the door, also with his\n mouth open.", "by this time, a number of harassed cops directing the maneuver and we\n heard one of them say to Danny, \"I don't know what the hell's going", "before and we saw Danny again. He was talking to a police lieutenant,\n and when he caught sight of us, he said something that made the\n lieutenant look at us with interest. Particularly at me.", "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", "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.", "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", "I don't quite get what's been happening. I've been talking to Danny,\n but he didn't say much. I got the feeling he thinks you're involved in", "you're either stringing me or you're subject to a delusion.\" I started\n to get up and expostulate, but he motioned me back. \"I know, but don't", "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.", "At the delicatessen on the corner, the man gave me three bottles in\n what must have been a wet bag, because as he handed them to me over the", "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.", "Danny was furious—more so when he tried to put through a call to his\n station house from the box opposite.", "\"Hey! What's the idea?\" snarled the sour-looking man.\n\n\n \"I'm terribly sorry,\" I said. \"It was an accident. I—\"", "rest face up—all red.\nSomeone must have rung, because at that moment the elevator arrived and\n the four men, with half frightened, incredulous looks, and in silence,", "The man was as surprised as I and went to one of the dazed birds and\n picked it up. He stood there shaking his head from side to side,\n stroking its feathers.", "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", "Anything can happen in advertising, I thought. \"That's right, Danny, I\n just missed it,\" I said, and went on in.", "The sight of this threw another driver into a skid, and when he and\n the taxi had stopped sliding around, they were face to face, arranged", "\"If you want your umbrella, Mrs. Graham,\" Danny said, \"it's at the\n station house. What there's left of it, that is.\"", "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" ], [ "\"If you want your umbrella, Mrs. Graham,\" Danny said, \"it's at the\n station house. What there's left of it, that is.\"", "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", "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", "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 went into our little kitchen to make a drink and reread the\n directions Molly had left, telling me how to get along by myself until", "\"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", "\"Trouble does seem to follow you, Mr. Graham,\" was all he said.", "she got back from her mother's in Oyster Bay, a matter of ten days.\n How to make coffee, how to open a can, whom to call if I took sick and", "\"All right, now, Mrs. Mac-Philip!\" one of them said. \"Leave go of my\n umbrella and we'll say no more about 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—\"", "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.", "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.", "picked up at 6:30 AM so the idea is to Put it Here the Night Before. I\n love you.\" What can you do when the girl loves 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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "and ordered Tom Collinses as we looked at the menu. Sitting at the\n next table were a fat lady, wearing a very long, brilliant green" ], [ "This was absolutely not my day.\n\"Well,\" McGill said, \"nothing you've told me is impossible or", "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.\"", "\"Well,\" McGill said, \"I'm trying to think of anything else it might be.\n I'm not doing so well,\" he confessed.", "some mystical, Hibernian way. Hello, McGill, what's with you?\"", "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", "When we got upstairs, I turned to McGill. \"Explain to Molly,\" I said.\n \"And incidentally to me. I'm not properly briefed yet.\"", "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,", "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", "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.", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Why,\" I asked McGill, \"did you say the coins couldn't have the same\n date? I mean apart from the off chance I got them that way.\"", "\"He's got a theory,\" said Molly. \"Come and eat with us and he'll tell\n you all about it.\"", "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", "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....\"", "Psychiatry tells us that some people are accident-prone; I, on the\n other hand, seemed recently to be coincidence-prone, fluke-happy, and", "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.", "you're either stringing me or you're subject to a delusion.\" I started\n to get up and expostulate, but he motioned me back. \"I know, but don't", "manuscript, I groped under the chair for it. Then I looked down. The\n pencil was standing on its end.\nThere, I thought to myself, is that one chance in a million we hear", "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" ] ]

[ "Why is it so easy to steal from Fownes?", "Why have so many people resorted to pick-pocketing?", "What does the falling glass symbolize?", "Why are the police studying Frownes so intently?", "What is Lanfierre's profession?", "Lanfierre has all of the following beliefs about humanity EXCEPT: ", "The Movement believes all of the following EXCEPT: Questioning the failings of the old society, failings have put them in the dome; failure of foreign policy (self-containment)", "What is ironic about the Movement's refusal to attempt to escape the Dome?", "What theme can be understood from the behaviors of members of the Movement?" ]

[ [ "He is distracted by his thoughts", "He is unable to defend himself", "He is unaware of his possessions' value", "He is physically feeble" ], [ "Resources are scarce in the Dome, so people have to resort to desperate measures", "The pickpocketers are trying to acquire information about Fownes", "All possessions are shared in the Dome under a new form of communism", "There are no laws in the Dome, and people do whatever they please" ], [ "The importance of bucking authority and tradition in order to identify solutions for problems that plague communities all over the globe", "The delicate balance that countries -- large and small, developed and developing -- must strike if they are to preserve Earth's natural resources", "The deterioration of boundaries between members of different races, genders, social classes, and religious factions", "The cracking of an illusion of safety and optimal conditions in a chaotic world inhabited by humans bent on self-destruction" ], [ "They are threatened by his knowledge of and curiosity about the ancients", "They are suspicious of the odd behavior occurring within and around his home", "They believe he is responsible for the increased frequency of falling glass", "They believe he is an informant to enemy forces outside of the Dome" ], [ "He ensnares and imprisons rogue citizens in the Dome", "He has no job -- he is a criminal from the Movement", "He reports instances of divergence from Dome policy", "He trafficks humans from the outside world into the Dome" ], [ "They are oblivious", "They are self-absorbed", "They are untrustworthy", "They are vapid" ], [ "The 'old society' failed in major ways", "The 'old society's' failings led to the creation of the Dome", "The best way to fight those controlling the Dome is collectively, versus individually", "They cannot escape the dome without a strong foreign policy" ], [ "They are actually content living inside the Dome and are part of a group designed to frame Fownes", "They fear they will not survive the elements outside of the Dome, but outside of the Dome is a peaceful place", "They like to think of themselves as being valiant and insubordinate, but they are actually afraid and conformist", "They claim that they are waiting for a sound foreign policy, but they are already living within the government's choice for one" ], [ "Too many group members vying for power often sabotages the group's progress", "People who say they want progress are mostly virtue signaling, and their actual behaviors contradict their stated beliefs", "People are too easily convinced by media propaganda", "Social activism generally fails because it is all talk and no action" ] ]

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[ [ "\"\nAnd\n,\" Mr. Fownes added, his voice a honeyed whisper, \"they say", "It should have been difficult. Under the circumstances it was a\n masterpiece of pocket picking. What made it possible was Humphrey", "\"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 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.", "\"Really,\" Fownes protested. \"I feel splendid. Never better.\"", "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", "was a barbarian. Lanfierre had held out on Fownes for months. He\n had even contrived to engage him in conversation once, a pleasantly", "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.", "Fownes' abstraction; he was an uncommonly preoccupied individual. He\n was strolling along a quiet residential avenue: small private houses,", "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!\"", "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.", "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", "gone and done something good and criminal, something peculiar.\"\nFownes put his fork down. \"Dear Mrs. Deshazaway,\" he started to say.", "MacBride looked at the Fownes house through the magnifying glass of\n the windshield. \"Like from ...\nside to side\n?\" he asked in a somewhat\n patronizing tone of voice.\n\n\n \"And up and down.\"", "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", "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.", "From a prone position on his miniscule front lawn, Fownes watched as\n his favorite easy chair sailed out of the living room on a blast of", "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", "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", "In no hurry, now that he had the widow's complete attention, Fownes\n leaned across the table and whispered: \"Fresh air, Mrs. Deshazaway?" ], [ "It should have been difficult. Under the circumstances it was a\n masterpiece of pocket picking. What made it possible was Humphrey", "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", "His pockets were picked eleven times.", "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.", "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", "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.", "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?\"", "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", "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.", "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.", "\"Oh. All in good time, my friend. One day we shall all pick up and\n leave.\"", "occasional light showers—but of what?\nThe pockets of Mr. Humphrey Fownes were being picked outrageously.", "first so no one could hear. Why else close the windows in a domed city?\n And then as soon as the place is buttoned up they all explode into\n conversation—and that's why the house shakes.\"", "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.", "\"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", "confusion of spilled letters and apologies from both sides, the postman\n rifled Fownes's handkerchief and inside jacket pockets.\nHe was still thinking about temperature and humidity when a pretty girl", "\"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", "gone and done something good and criminal, something peculiar.\"\nFownes put his fork down. \"Dear Mrs. Deshazaway,\" he started to say.", "Space? Miles and miles of space where the real-estate monopoly has\n no control whatever? Where the\nwind\nblows across\nprairies", "that was always 47%, by weather that was always Optimum. It was this\n rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight\n surveillance on him, a surveillance that went to the extent of getting" ], [ "There was an occasional tinkle of falling glass.", "A falling piece of glass dissolved into a puff of gossamer against the\n windshield. Lanfierre started and bumped his knee on the steering wheel.", "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.", "A FALL OF GLASS\nBy STANLEY R. LEE\n\n\n Illustrated by DILLON\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "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", "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", "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.", "Lanfierre and Lieutenant MacBride leaned against their car and waited,\n dazed.\n\n\n There was quite a large fall of glass.", "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", "first so no one could hear. Why else close the windows in a domed city?\n And then as soon as the place is buttoned up they all explode into\n conversation—and that's why the house shakes.\"", "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!\"", "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.", "When the roof blew off they weren't really surprised. With a certain\n amount of equanimity they watched it lift off almost gracefully,", "suits, small tables, lamps trailing their cords, ashtrays, sofa\n cushions. The house was emptying itself fiercely, as if disgorging an", "not\n47%!\"\nFownes held his face up to let the rain fall on it. \"Moonlight!\" he\n shouted. \"Roses! My\nsoul", "emptied of molten glass, rushed to the Trough which they quickly\n emptied and then rushed about empty-handed. \"Yoo-hoo!\" he yelled,", "The winds roared for a moment and then MacBride's lost voice emerged\n from the blackness of the living room. \"These are\nnot", "The risks he was taking!\n A shower fell gently on the garden and a male chorus began to chant\nSinging in the Rain\n. Undiminished, the yellow moon and the red sun", "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.", "Humphrey Fownes strode through the puffs of falling glass still\n intrigued by a temperature that was always 59 degrees, by a humidity" ], [ "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.", "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", "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", "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.", "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.", "MacBride looked at the Fownes house through the magnifying glass of\n the windshield. \"Like from ...\nside to side\n?\" he asked in a somewhat\n patronizing tone of voice.\n\n\n \"And up and down.\"", "\"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.", "gone and done something good and criminal, something peculiar.\"\nFownes put his fork down. \"Dear Mrs. Deshazaway,\" he started to say.", "\"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", "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!\"", "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", "that was always 47%, by weather that was always Optimum. It was this\n rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight\n surveillance on him, a surveillance that went to the extent of getting", "\"\nAnd\n,\" Mr. Fownes added, his voice a honeyed whisper, \"they say", "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", "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.", "Fownes' abstraction; he was an uncommonly preoccupied individual. He\n was strolling along a quiet residential avenue: small private houses,", "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.", "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.", "\"Really,\" Fownes protested. \"I feel splendid. Never better.\"", "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." ], [ "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", "\"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.\"", "was a barbarian. Lanfierre had held out on Fownes for months. He\n had even contrived to engage him in conversation once, a pleasantly", "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "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.", "\"Sure, he was\ndifferent\n,\" Lanfierre murmured. \"I knew that much.\"", "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", "\"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.", "Lanfierre sat stiffly behind the wheel, affronted. The cynical MacBride\n couldn't really appreciate fine aberrations. In some ways MacBride", "\"And the\nwater\n,\" Lanfierre said. \"The\nwater\nhe uses! He could be", "\"I\ntold\nhim not to touch that wheel! Lanfierre. He's in the upstairs\n bedroom!\"", "wheel in his hand.\n\"What have I done?\" Lanfierre asked in the monotone of shock.", "\"You heard right. The house\nshakes\n,\" Lanfierre said, savoring it.", "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 looked at Lanfierre and Lanfierre looked at MacBride and then\n they both looked back at the dancing house.", "A falling piece of glass dissolved into a puff of gossamer against the\n windshield. Lanfierre started and bumped his knee on the steering wheel.", "\"I'll tell you something else,\" Lanfierre went on. \"The\nwindows\nall" ], [ "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", "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", "was a barbarian. Lanfierre had held out on Fownes for months. He\n had even contrived to engage him in conversation once, a pleasantly", "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", "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.", "\"Sure, he was\ndifferent\n,\" Lanfierre murmured. \"I knew that much.\"", "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", "\"And the\nwater\n,\" Lanfierre said. \"The\nwater\nhe uses! He could be", "\"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.\"", "Lanfierre sat stiffly behind the wheel, affronted. The cynical MacBride\n couldn't really appreciate fine aberrations. In some ways MacBride", "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", "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.", "wheel in his hand.\n\"What have I done?\" Lanfierre asked in the monotone of shock.", "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.", "\"You heard right. The house\nshakes\n,\" Lanfierre said, savoring it.", "\"I'll tell you something else,\" Lanfierre went on. \"The\nwindows\nall", "brain, Lanfierre, breezes of fatigue, zephyrs of irrationality—\"", "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", "\"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.", "\"I\ntold\nhim not to touch that wheel! Lanfierre. He's in the upstairs\n bedroom!\"" ], [ "obtained the insight. \"If a sound foreign policy can't be created the\n only alternative is not to have any foreign policy at all. Thus the\n movement into domes began—\nby common consent of the governments", "\"Out?\" the leader said, frowning. \"Out? Out where?\"\n\n\n \"Outside the dome.\"", "\"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", "first so no one could hear. Why else close the windows in a domed city?\n And then as soon as the place is buttoned up they all explode into\n conversation—and that's why the house shakes.\"", "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", ". This\n is known as self-containment.\"", "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", "\"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.", "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", "one after another, a place of little traffic and minimum distractions.\n But he was thinking about weather, which was an unusual subject to\n begin with for a person living in a domed city. He was thinking so", "back to the table, standing directly over Fownes. \"If you can get us\n outside the dome,\" she said, \"out where a man stays\nwarm\nlong enough", "Pinning his hopes on the Movement, Fownes went straight to the\n library several blocks away, a shattered depressing place given over", "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", "deeply about it that it never occurred to him that entirely too many\n people were bumping into him. He was thinking about Optimum Dome", "\"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.\"", "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", "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.", "supposed to be the month of brides, of marrying. June also lies beyond\n the dome.\"", "The wind died. The fog dispersed. They stood dripping in the Optimum\n Dome Conditions of the bright avenue.\n\n\n \"I never figured on\nthis\n,\" Lanfierre said, shaking his head.", "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." ], [ "\"Out?\" the leader said, frowning. \"Out? Out where?\"\n\n\n \"Outside the dome.\"", "\"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.", "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", "first so no one could hear. Why else close the windows in a domed city?\n And then as soon as the place is buttoned up they all explode into\n conversation—and that's why the house shakes.\"", "obtained the insight. \"If a sound foreign policy can't be created the\n only alternative is not to have any foreign policy at all. Thus the\n movement into domes began—\nby common consent of the governments", "back to the table, standing directly over Fownes. \"If you can get us\n outside the dome,\" she said, \"out where a man stays\nwarm\nlong enough", "\"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.\"", "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", "deeply about it that it never occurred to him that entirely too many\n people were bumping into him. He was thinking about Optimum Dome", "Pinning his hopes on the Movement, Fownes went straight to the\n library several blocks away, a shattered depressing place given over", "The twister roared and moved out of the bedroom, out over the rear of\n the house toward the side of the dome. \"It says here,\" Fownes shouted", "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.", "When the roof blew off they weren't really surprised. With a certain\n amount of equanimity they watched it lift off almost gracefully,", "one after another, a place of little traffic and minimum distractions.\n But he was thinking about weather, which was an unusual subject to\n begin with for a person living in a domed city. He was thinking so", "The wind died. The fog dispersed. They stood dripping in the Optimum\n Dome Conditions of the bright avenue.\n\n\n \"I never figured on\nthis\n,\" Lanfierre said, shaking his head.", "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", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"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" ], [ "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", "Pinning his hopes on the Movement, Fownes went straight to the\n library several blocks away, a shattered depressing place given over", "\"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", "first so no one could hear. Why else close the windows in a domed city?\n And then as soon as the place is buttoned up they all explode into\n conversation—and that's why the house shakes.\"", "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.", "reading inscriptions on a tombstone.\nThe Movement met in what had been the children's room, where unpaid\n ladies of the afternoon had once upon a time read stories to other", "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.", "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", "seen how extraordinarily repetitious people were, echoes really, dimly\n resounding echoes, each believing itself whole and separate. They spoke", "When the roof blew off they weren't really surprised. With a certain\n amount of equanimity they watched it lift off almost gracefully,", "\"Oh. All in good time, my friend. One day we shall all pick up and\n leave.\"", "They sat there smoking in silence and every now and then their eyes\n widened as the house danced a new step.", "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.", "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.", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "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." ] ]

[ "What positive critique does the film reviewer offer for \"Elizabeth\"? juicy melodrama", "What positive critique does the film reviewer offer Blanchett? pulling off the transition from hapless young woman to coolly ruthless monarch with uncommon subtlety", "In comparing queens, whom does the film reviewer view as the most controversial?", "Which word best describes how the film reviewer conceives of Velvet Goldmine's direction?", "Which subjects does Haynes focus on frequently in his films?", "According to the film reviewer, how does the reporter in \"Velvet Goldmine\" view the protagonist?", "What critique does the film reviewer give to the actor who plays the rock star protagonist of \"Velvet Goldmine\"?", "What critique does film reviewer offer of Haynes? wishes he would let the picture catch its breath, that the performers would stop coming at me in stroboscopic flashes", "Which actor gets the most negative critique from the film reviewer?" ]

[ [ "It relies on juxtaposition-based cinematography that makes for a compelling theatrical performance", "It takes necessary liberties with history's version of Elizabeth's reign to make her story more interesting to movie-goers", "It takes the best aspects of both Jacobean and Shakespearean interpretations of Elizabeth I and combines them into one melodramatic depiction", "It is the best interpretation of Elizabeth I's ascent to the throne and subsequent reign" ], [ "She gives a naturally convincing performance of Elizabeth I's transition from a naive girl to a powerful ruler", "She most closely resembles Elizabeth I's cold demeanor, as compared to her actress predecessors", "She brings a fresh element of humor and bluntness to Elizabeth I's dialogue", "She captures Elizabeth I's bloodthirsty, almost masculine personality with stunning accuracy" ], [ "Jonathan Rhys-Myers as Brian Slade", "Cate Blanchett as Elizabeth I", "Miranda Richardson as Elizabeth I", "David Bowie as himself" ], [ "luxurious", "circuitous", "incoherent", "graphic" ], [ "Billionaire business tycoons", "Ruthless, independent queens", "Larger-than-life male celebrities", "Dissatisfied, suffering women" ], [ "With revulsion", "With jealousy", "With admiration", "With consternation" ], [ "He is unconvincing in his role as a sexual messiah", "He confuses the audience with abrupt transitions between his self and alter ego", "He is upstaged by the best supporting actor", "His dialogue feels too scripted and unnatural" ], [ "His pacing is too frenetic and hasty", "His costume and makeup design is too glamorous", "His adherence to fact is too rigid", "Its use of competing sound effects is grating" ], [ "Jonathan Rhys-Myers", "Anthony Hopkins", "Brad Pitt", "Christian Bale" ] ]

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