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[ "What is the real reason that Mr. Partch feels melancholy?", "How many times was Bob’s machine tested?", "Who are the people that desire silence in the story?", "What is a common theme in the sounds that Mr. Partch is hearing?", "Which of the following is NOT a feeling Mr. Partch transitions through in the story?", "What is the primary problem Bob is trying to solve with his invention?", "What is the relationship like between Bob and Mr. Partch?", "When there was music playing on the speakers in the office, what was favored?", "What is the importance of the National Mental Health society to the story?" ]

[ [ "Unhappy in his marriage", "Bob has been disappointing him", "Turned down for a promotion", "Noise" ], [ "Never before", "It had been in development for years, so many tests", "At least once before Mr. Partch plugged it in", "It had undergone weeks of testing" ], [ "Mr. Partch and Felicity", "Bob and Dr. Coles", "Mr. Partch and Dr. Coles", "Mr. Partch" ], [ "His own voice", "Whistling", "Advertisements", "National anthem" ], [ "Nervousness", "Jealousy", "Melancholy", "Euphoria" ], [ "Time stopping", "Engine efficiency", "Quieting", "New moon-ship designs" ], [ "Bob reports to Mr. Partch, but their relationship does not go any deeper", "Bob is secretly part of the team trying to convince Mr. Partch he is going mad", "Bob and Mr. Partch conspire to get the music turned off in the office", "Mr. Partch is Bob’s superior, and he is not supportive of Bob’s latest project" ], [ "Popular music", "Classics", "Engine noise", "Talk radio" ], [ "The engineers worked under threat of being turned in to the society if their project were discovered", "Mr. Partch cared for his mental health by seeing a therapist, and required further care when he experienced silence", "There was no National society, which is what Mr. Partch was trying to change", "The society played music so loudly in the office buildings that nobody could get any work done, driving Mr. Partch into the care of the society" ] ]

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[ [ "His mind turned away from the grating melody in self defense, to look\n inward on himself.\n\n\n Of what, after all, did Joseph Partch's life consist? He licked his\n fingers and thought about it.", "\"The shock must have been tremendous. An awful psychic blow, especially\n to a person as emotionally disturbed as Mr. Partch was.\"", "Partch brooded. The sense of foreboding had been submerged in the day's\n work, but it was still there. It was as if, any moment, a hydrogen", "Partch got out of his chair and stared out the window again. There was\n a fire over on the East Side, a bad one by the smoke. The fire engines", "Joseph Partch's world was made up of sounds and noises, he decided.\n Dimly, he wondered of what civilization itself would be constructed if", "again behind the closed door, did he realize that he had a sudden\n yearning for company, for someone to talk to.\nPartch had Betty send him in a light lunch and he sat behind his desk", "All at once, Partch realized that never in his life had he experienced\n real quiet or solitude. That actually, he had no conception of what an\n absence of thunder and wailing would be like. A total absence of sound\n and noise.", "It was dark there, and the trees were thick and tall. There was no\n wind, the leaves were soft underfoot. And Joseph Partch was all alone,\ncompletely\nalone.\n\n\n And it was—quiet.", "\"Yes, that machine of Mr. Wills' is extremely dangerous. What amazes\n me is that it didn't kill Partch altogether. Good thing we got to him\n when we did.\"\n\n\n Dr. Coles rubbed his jaw.", "feeling of melancholia, his latent sense of doom. Be good just to talk\n about it.", "But what would Dr. Coles say about this, Partch wondered. Oh, he had to\n get a grip on himself. This was silly, childish....", "It should have been fascinating to Partch, but somehow he couldn't make\n himself get interested in it.", "Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "Oh, everything was getting to him these days. He was in a rut, that was\n it. A rut.", "This morning, somehow, it didn't make him feel better. He supposed it\n was because of the song they were playing over the speakers, \"Slam Bang\n Boom,\" the latest Top Hit. He hated that song.", "\"Yes, I probably shall, Bob. I tell you what, why don't you just leave\n it here in my office and I'll look it over later, hm?\"\n\n\n \"Okay, Mr. Partch.\"", "And then the dream came back to him, the nightmare of the night before\n that had precipitated, unknown to him, his mood of foreboding. It came\n back to him with stark realism and flooded him with unadorned fear.", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"", "\"Yes, yes, just go ahead. How does the thing work?\"\n\n\n Bob smiled and set the grey steel chassis on Partch's desk, sat down in\n front of it, and began tracing the wiring for Joseph.", "Walking through the clerical office usually made him feel better. The\n constant clatter of typewriters and office machines gave him a sense" ], [ "\"Yes, yes, just go ahead. How does the thing work?\"\n\n\n Bob smiled and set the grey steel chassis on Partch's desk, sat down in\n front of it, and began tracing the wiring for Joseph.", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"", "\"The basic gimmick works fine, though. Yesterday I took it down to a\n static test stand over in building 90 and had them turn on a pretty", "And then he turned, and his eyes fell on Bob Wills' machine. It could\n reduce the noise level of a rocket motor by 25 per cent, Wills had", "And the machine worked on ordinary house current, Bob had said.\n\n\n Partch had an almost horrifying idea. Suppose....", "\"Yes, I probably shall, Bob. I tell you what, why don't you just leave\n it here in my office and I'll look it over later, hm?\"\n\n\n \"Okay, Mr. Partch.\"", "leave me alone.\" As if somebody were after me.\nHe spent about an hour on routine paperwork and then Bob Wills showed\n up so Joseph switched off his dictograph and let him in.", "\"I'm afraid you'll have to make it brief, Bob,\" he grinned. \"I've a\n whale of a lot of work to do, and I seem to be developing a splitting\n headache. Nerves, you know.\"", "\"Yes, that machine of Mr. Wills' is extremely dangerous. What amazes\n me is that it didn't kill Partch altogether. Good thing we got to him\n when we did.\"\n\n\n Dr. Coles rubbed his jaw.", "\"Well, Mr. Wills says he has the first model of his invention ready to\n show you.\"\n\n\n \"Let him in whenever he's ready. Otherwise, if nothing important comes\n up, I want you to leave me alone.\"", "Walking through the clerical office usually made him feel better. The\n constant clatter of typewriters and office machines gave him a sense", "Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "Joseph nodded approvingly and stared vacantly into the maze of\n transistors and tubes.", "His mind turned away from the grating melody in self defense, to look\n inward on himself.\n\n\n Of what, after all, did Joseph Partch's life consist? He licked his\n fingers and thought about it.", "He spat a sesame seed against the far wall and the low whir of the\n automatic vacuum cleaner rose and fell briefly.\n\n\n Joseph winced. The speakers were playing \"Slam Bang Boom\" again.", "\"Yes sir. Anything else?\" Her voice, like every one's, was a high\n pitched screech trying to be heard above the noise.\n\n\n Joseph winced. \"Anybody want to see me this morning?\"", "And then, at last, it would be time to go to bed, and the murmur of the\n somnolearner orating him on the Theory of Groups all through the long\n night.", "But looking down, he found that he had already plugged in the line\n cord. An almost erotic excitement began to shake Joseph's body. The\n sense of disaster had surged up anew, but he didn't recognize it yet.", "the automatic kitchen. And synthetic coffee and one stale cigaret.\n Perhaps a glass of brandy to steady his nerves if Dr. Coles approved.", "Joseph Partch's world was made up of sounds and noises, he decided.\n Dimly, he wondered of what civilization itself would be constructed if" ], [ "All at once, Partch realized that never in his life had he experienced\n real quiet or solitude. That actually, he had no conception of what an\n absence of thunder and wailing would be like. A total absence of sound\n and noise.", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"", "THE RUMBLE AND THE ROAR\nBY STEPHEN BARTHOLOMEW\nThe noise was too much for him.\n \nHe wanted quiet—at any price.\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "An absence of\nsound\n? No! Silly!\n\n\n Then a fire engine came tearing around the corner just below the\n window, filling the office with an ocean of noise.", "all the sounds were once taken away.\nWhy\n, after all, was the world\n of Man so noisy? It was almost as if—as if everybody were making as", "\"Yes sir. Anything else?\" Her voice, like every one's, was a high\n pitched screech trying to be heard above the noise.\n\n\n Joseph winced. \"Anybody want to see me this morning?\"", "were the only ones who could stand the terrific noise levels that a\n technological civilization forced everyone to endure. The noise from\n a commercial rocket motor on the ground had been known to drive men", "much noise as they could to conceal the fact that there was something\n lacking. Or something they were afraid of.", "It was dark there, and the trees were thick and tall. There was no\n wind, the leaves were soft underfoot. And Joseph Partch was all alone,\ncompletely\nalone.\n\n\n And it was—quiet.", "Joseph Partch's world was made up of sounds and noises, he decided.\n Dimly, he wondered of what civilization itself would be constructed if", "But now Bob Wills apparently had the beginnings of a real answer. A\n device that would use the principle of interference to cancel out sound\n waves, leaving behind only heat.", "said. Here in the office, the sound level was less than that of a\n rocket motor.", "\"Well, Mr. Wills says he has the first model of his invention ready to\n show you.\"\n\n\n \"Let him in whenever he's ready. Otherwise, if nothing important comes\n up, I want you to leave me alone.\"", "Joseph switched off.\nThat was a damn funny way of saying it\n, he thought.\n\"I want you to", "air-fields, for many years. Of course, every one wore earplugs—and\n that helped a little. And some firms had partially solved the problem\n by using personnel that were totally deaf, because such persons", "He spat a sesame seed against the far wall and the low whir of the\n automatic vacuum cleaner rose and fell briefly.\n\n\n Joseph winced. The speakers were playing \"Slam Bang Boom\" again.", "His mind turned away from the grating melody in self defense, to look\n inward on himself.\n\n\n Of what, after all, did Joseph Partch's life consist? He licked his\n fingers and thought about it.", "subjected also to the noises of the city. He stood staring out of the\n huge window for awhile, watching the cars on the freeway and listening\n to the homogeneous rumble and scream of turbines.", "again behind the closed door, did he realize that he had a sudden\n yearning for company, for someone to talk to.\nPartch had Betty send him in a light lunch and he sat behind his desk", "Perhaps there would be company that night, to play cards and sip drinks\n and talk and talk and talk, and never say a thing at all." ], [ "Joseph Partch's world was made up of sounds and noises, he decided.\n Dimly, he wondered of what civilization itself would be constructed if", "All at once, Partch realized that never in his life had he experienced\n real quiet or solitude. That actually, he had no conception of what an\n absence of thunder and wailing would be like. A total absence of sound\n and noise.", "His mind turned away from the grating melody in self defense, to look\n inward on himself.\n\n\n Of what, after all, did Joseph Partch's life consist? He licked his\n fingers and thought about it.", "\"The shock must have been tremendous. An awful psychic blow, especially\n to a person as emotionally disturbed as Mr. Partch was.\"", "Partch got out of his chair and stared out the window again. There was\n a fire over on the East Side, a bad one by the smoke. The fire engines", "Partch brooded. The sense of foreboding had been submerged in the day's\n work, but it was still there. It was as if, any moment, a hydrogen", "It was dark there, and the trees were thick and tall. There was no\n wind, the leaves were soft underfoot. And Joseph Partch was all alone,\ncompletely\nalone.\n\n\n And it was—quiet.", "subjected also to the noises of the city. He stood staring out of the\n huge window for awhile, watching the cars on the freeway and listening\n to the homogeneous rumble and scream of turbines.", "But what would Dr. Coles say about this, Partch wondered. Oh, he had to\n get a grip on himself. This was silly, childish....", "An absence of\nsound\n? No! Silly!\n\n\n Then a fire engine came tearing around the corner just below the\n window, filling the office with an ocean of noise.", "all the sounds were once taken away.\nWhy\n, after all, was the world\n of Man so noisy? It was almost as if—as if everybody were making as", "\"Yes, that machine of Mr. Wills' is extremely dangerous. What amazes\n me is that it didn't kill Partch altogether. Good thing we got to him\n when we did.\"\n\n\n Dr. Coles rubbed his jaw.", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"", "again behind the closed door, did he realize that he had a sudden\n yearning for company, for someone to talk to.\nPartch had Betty send him in a light lunch and he sat behind his desk", "Why, he'd stuff his earplugs back in his inflamed ears and board the\n commuter's copter and ride for half an hour listening to the drumming", "Like a little boy whistling loudly as he walks by a cemetery at night.", "It should have been fascinating to Partch, but somehow he couldn't make\n himself get interested in it.", "were the only ones who could stand the terrific noise levels that a\n technological civilization forced everyone to endure. The noise from\n a commercial rocket motor on the ground had been known to drive men", "THE RUMBLE AND THE ROAR\nBY STEPHEN BARTHOLOMEW\nThe noise was too much for him.\n \nHe wanted quiet—at any price.\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWhen Joseph got to the office his ears were aching from the noise of" ], [ "His mind turned away from the grating melody in self defense, to look\n inward on himself.\n\n\n Of what, after all, did Joseph Partch's life consist? He licked his\n fingers and thought about it.", "\"The shock must have been tremendous. An awful psychic blow, especially\n to a person as emotionally disturbed as Mr. Partch was.\"", "Joseph Partch's world was made up of sounds and noises, he decided.\n Dimly, he wondered of what civilization itself would be constructed if", "Partch brooded. The sense of foreboding had been submerged in the day's\n work, but it was still there. It was as if, any moment, a hydrogen", "All at once, Partch realized that never in his life had he experienced\n real quiet or solitude. That actually, he had no conception of what an\n absence of thunder and wailing would be like. A total absence of sound\n and noise.", "It was dark there, and the trees were thick and tall. There was no\n wind, the leaves were soft underfoot. And Joseph Partch was all alone,\ncompletely\nalone.\n\n\n And it was—quiet.", "Partch got out of his chair and stared out the window again. There was\n a fire over on the East Side, a bad one by the smoke. The fire engines", "\"Yes, that machine of Mr. Wills' is extremely dangerous. What amazes\n me is that it didn't kill Partch altogether. Good thing we got to him\n when we did.\"\n\n\n Dr. Coles rubbed his jaw.", "But what would Dr. Coles say about this, Partch wondered. Oh, he had to\n get a grip on himself. This was silly, childish....", "Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "again behind the closed door, did he realize that he had a sudden\n yearning for company, for someone to talk to.\nPartch had Betty send him in a light lunch and he sat behind his desk", "\"Yes, yes, just go ahead. How does the thing work?\"\n\n\n Bob smiled and set the grey steel chassis on Partch's desk, sat down in\n front of it, and began tracing the wiring for Joseph.", "\"Yes, I probably shall, Bob. I tell you what, why don't you just leave\n it here in my office and I'll look it over later, hm?\"\n\n\n \"Okay, Mr. Partch.\"", "It should have been fascinating to Partch, but somehow he couldn't make\n himself get interested in it.", "Something's wrong with me\n, he thought.\nI shouldn't be feeling this\n way. Nerves. Nerves.", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"", "Oh, everything was getting to him these days. He was in a rut, that was\n it. A rut.", "But looking down, he found that he had already plugged in the line\n cord. An almost erotic excitement began to shake Joseph's body. The\n sense of disaster had surged up anew, but he didn't recognize it yet.", "This morning, somehow, it didn't make him feel better. He supposed it\n was because of the song they were playing over the speakers, \"Slam Bang\n Boom,\" the latest Top Hit. He hated that song.", "THE RUMBLE AND THE ROAR\nBY STEPHEN BARTHOLOMEW\nThe noise was too much for him.\n \nHe wanted quiet—at any price.\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from" ], [ "And then he turned, and his eyes fell on Bob Wills' machine. It could\n reduce the noise level of a rocket motor by 25 per cent, Wills had", "\"Yes, yes, just go ahead. How does the thing work?\"\n\n\n Bob smiled and set the grey steel chassis on Partch's desk, sat down in\n front of it, and began tracing the wiring for Joseph.", "\"I'm afraid you'll have to make it brief, Bob,\" he grinned. \"I've a\n whale of a lot of work to do, and I seem to be developing a splitting\n headache. Nerves, you know.\"", "But now Bob Wills apparently had the beginnings of a real answer. A\n device that would use the principle of interference to cancel out sound\n waves, leaving behind only heat.", "\"Well, Mr. Wills says he has the first model of his invention ready to\n show you.\"\n\n\n \"Let him in whenever he's ready. Otherwise, if nothing important comes\n up, I want you to leave me alone.\"", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"", "\"Yes, I probably shall, Bob. I tell you what, why don't you just leave\n it here in my office and I'll look it over later, hm?\"\n\n\n \"Okay, Mr. Partch.\"", "\"The really big problem is the power requirement,\" Wills was saying.\n \"We've got to use a lot of energy to cancel out big sound waves, but\n we've got several possible answers in mind and we're working on all of\n them.\"", "It was an interesting problem, or at any rate should have been. It\n was one that had been harassing cities, industry, and particularly", "His mind turned away from the grating melody in self defense, to look\n inward on himself.\n\n\n Of what, after all, did Joseph Partch's life consist? He licked his\n fingers and thought about it.", "And the machine worked on ordinary house current, Bob had said.\n\n\n Partch had an almost horrifying idea. Suppose....", "Joseph Partch's world was made up of sounds and noises, he decided.\n Dimly, he wondered of what civilization itself would be constructed if", "mad, and sometimes kill them. There had never seemed to be any wholly\n satisfactory solution.", "Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "\"The basic gimmick works fine, though. Yesterday I took it down to a\n static test stand over in building 90 and had them turn on a pretty", "the copter and from his earplugs. Lately, every little thing seemed to\n make him irritable. He supposed it was because his drafting department\n was behind schedule on the latest Defense contract. His ears were sore", "All at once, Partch realized that never in his life had he experienced\n real quiet or solitude. That actually, he had no conception of what an\n absence of thunder and wailing would be like. A total absence of sound\n and noise.", "This morning, somehow, it didn't make him feel better. He supposed it\n was because of the song they were playing over the speakers, \"Slam Bang\n Boom,\" the latest Top Hit. He hated that song.", "\"Yes, that machine of Mr. Wills' is extremely dangerous. What amazes\n me is that it didn't kill Partch altogether. Good thing we got to him\n when we did.\"\n\n\n Dr. Coles rubbed his jaw.", "leave me alone.\" As if somebody were after me.\nHe spent about an hour on routine paperwork and then Bob Wills showed\n up so Joseph switched off his dictograph and let him in." ], [ "Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "\"Yes, I probably shall, Bob. I tell you what, why don't you just leave\n it here in my office and I'll look it over later, hm?\"\n\n\n \"Okay, Mr. Partch.\"", "\"Yes, yes, just go ahead. How does the thing work?\"\n\n\n Bob smiled and set the grey steel chassis on Partch's desk, sat down in\n front of it, and began tracing the wiring for Joseph.", "Partch got out of his chair and stared out the window again. There was\n a fire over on the East Side, a bad one by the smoke. The fire engines", "\"Yes, that machine of Mr. Wills' is extremely dangerous. What amazes\n me is that it didn't kill Partch altogether. Good thing we got to him\n when we did.\"\n\n\n Dr. Coles rubbed his jaw.", "His mind turned away from the grating melody in self defense, to look\n inward on himself.\n\n\n Of what, after all, did Joseph Partch's life consist? He licked his\n fingers and thought about it.", "It was dark there, and the trees were thick and tall. There was no\n wind, the leaves were soft underfoot. And Joseph Partch was all alone,\ncompletely\nalone.\n\n\n And it was—quiet.", "\"The shock must have been tremendous. An awful psychic blow, especially\n to a person as emotionally disturbed as Mr. Partch was.\"", "Joseph Partch's world was made up of sounds and noises, he decided.\n Dimly, he wondered of what civilization itself would be constructed if", "Partch brooded. The sense of foreboding had been submerged in the day's\n work, but it was still there. It was as if, any moment, a hydrogen", "And the machine worked on ordinary house current, Bob had said.\n\n\n Partch had an almost horrifying idea. Suppose....", "again behind the closed door, did he realize that he had a sudden\n yearning for company, for someone to talk to.\nPartch had Betty send him in a light lunch and he sat behind his desk", "But what would Dr. Coles say about this, Partch wondered. Oh, he had to\n get a grip on himself. This was silly, childish....", "All at once, Partch realized that never in his life had he experienced\n real quiet or solitude. That actually, he had no conception of what an\n absence of thunder and wailing would be like. A total absence of sound\n and noise.", "\"Well, Mr. Wills says he has the first model of his invention ready to\n show you.\"\n\n\n \"Let him in whenever he's ready. Otherwise, if nothing important comes\n up, I want you to leave me alone.\"", "\"I'm afraid you'll have to make it brief, Bob,\" he grinned. \"I've a\n whale of a lot of work to do, and I seem to be developing a splitting\n headache. Nerves, you know.\"", "leave me alone.\" As if somebody were after me.\nHe spent about an hour on routine paperwork and then Bob Wills showed\n up so Joseph switched off his dictograph and let him in.", "\"Sure, Mister Partch. I won't take a minute; I just thought you'd like\n to have a look at the first model of our widget and get clued in on our\n progress so far....\"", "And then he turned, and his eyes fell on Bob Wills' machine. It could\n reduce the noise level of a rocket motor by 25 per cent, Wills had", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"" ], [ "Of course the National Mental Health people said constant music had a\n beneficial effect on office workers, so Joseph was no one to object,\n even though he did wonder if anyone could ever actually listen to it\n over the other noise.", "Walking through the clerical office usually made him feel better. The\n constant clatter of typewriters and office machines gave him a sense", "This morning, somehow, it didn't make him feel better. He supposed it\n was because of the song they were playing over the speakers, \"Slam Bang\n Boom,\" the latest Top Hit. He hated that song.", "In his own office the steady din was hardly diminished despite\n soundproofing, and since he was next to an outside wall he was", "He spat a sesame seed against the far wall and the low whir of the\n automatic vacuum cleaner rose and fell briefly.\n\n\n Joseph winced. The speakers were playing \"Slam Bang Boom\" again.", "An absence of\nsound\n? No! Silly!\n\n\n Then a fire engine came tearing around the corner just below the\n window, filling the office with an ocean of noise.", "said. Here in the office, the sound level was less than that of a\n rocket motor.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWhen Joseph got to the office his ears were aching from the noise of", "His mind turned away from the grating melody in self defense, to look\n inward on himself.\n\n\n Of what, after all, did Joseph Partch's life consist? He licked his\n fingers and thought about it.", "And in the morning, he would be shocked into awareness with the clangor\n of the alarm clock and whatever disc jockey the clock radio happened to\n tune in on.", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"", "Joseph Partch's world was made up of sounds and noises, he decided.\n Dimly, he wondered of what civilization itself would be constructed if", "again behind the closed door, did he realize that he had a sudden\n yearning for company, for someone to talk to.\nPartch had Betty send him in a light lunch and he sat behind his desk", "\"Yes sir. Anything else?\" Her voice, like every one's, was a high\n pitched screech trying to be heard above the noise.\n\n\n Joseph winced. \"Anybody want to see me this morning?\"", "leave me alone.\" As if somebody were after me.\nHe spent about an hour on routine paperwork and then Bob Wills showed\n up so Joseph switched off his dictograph and let him in.", "of the rotors and the pleading of the various canned commercials played\n on the copter's speakers loud enough to be heard over the engine noise\n and through the plugs.", "\"Yes, I probably shall, Bob. I tell you what, why don't you just leave\n it here in my office and I'll look it over later, hm?\"\n\n\n \"Okay, Mr. Partch.\"", "of efficiency, of stability, an all-is-well-with-the-world feeling. He\n waved to a few of the more familiar employees and smiled, but of course", "Why, he'd stuff his earplugs back in his inflamed ears and board the\n commuter's copter and ride for half an hour listening to the drumming", "All at once, Partch realized that never in his life had he experienced\n real quiet or solitude. That actually, he had no conception of what an\n absence of thunder and wailing would be like. A total absence of sound\n and noise." ], [ "Of course the National Mental Health people said constant music had a\n beneficial effect on office workers, so Joseph was no one to object,\n even though he did wonder if anyone could ever actually listen to it\n over the other noise.", "\"It\nis\nrather rare. Look at him—total catatonia. He's curled into a\n perfect foetal position. Never be the same again, I'm afraid.\"", "\"Betty,\" he told her, \"I want you to make an appointment with my\n therapist for me this afternoon. Tell him it's just a case of nerves,\n though.\"", "\"The shock must have been tremendous. An awful psychic blow, especially\n to a person as emotionally disturbed as Mr. Partch was.\"", "Yes, he decided, he was going to have to have a long talk with Dr.\n Coles that afternoon. Be a pleasure to get it all off his chest, his", "This morning, somehow, it didn't make him feel better. He supposed it\n was because of the song they were playing over the speakers, \"Slam Bang\n Boom,\" the latest Top Hit. He hated that song.", "His mind turned away from the grating melody in self defense, to look\n inward on himself.\n\n\n Of what, after all, did Joseph Partch's life consist? He licked his\n fingers and thought about it.", "Something's wrong with me\n, he thought.\nI shouldn't be feeling this\n way. Nerves. Nerves.", "Walking through the clerical office usually made him feel better. The\n constant clatter of typewriters and office machines gave him a sense", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"", "\"I'm afraid you'll have to make it brief, Bob,\" he grinned. \"I've a\n whale of a lot of work to do, and I seem to be developing a splitting\n headache. Nerves, you know.\"", "Joseph Partch's world was made up of sounds and noises, he decided.\n Dimly, he wondered of what civilization itself would be constructed if", "\"Well, Mr. Wills says he has the first model of his invention ready to\n show you.\"\n\n\n \"Let him in whenever he's ready. Otherwise, if nothing important comes\n up, I want you to leave me alone.\"", "It was dark there, and the trees were thick and tall. There was no\n wind, the leaves were soft underfoot. And Joseph Partch was all alone,\ncompletely\nalone.\n\n\n And it was—quiet.", "\"Yes sir. Anything else?\" Her voice, like every one's, was a high\n pitched screech trying to be heard above the noise.\n\n\n Joseph winced. \"Anybody want to see me this morning?\"", "Doctor Coles looked at the patient on the white cot sadly.\n\n\n \"I've only seen a case like it once before in my entire career, Dr.\n Leeds.\"\n\n\n Leeds nodded.", "of efficiency, of stability, an all-is-well-with-the-world feeling. He\n waved to a few of the more familiar employees and smiled, but of course", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWhen Joseph got to the office his ears were aching from the noise of", "And then, at last, it would be time to go to bed, and the murmur of the\n somnolearner orating him on the Theory of Groups all through the long\n night.", "the automatic kitchen. And synthetic coffee and one stale cigaret.\n Perhaps a glass of brandy to steady his nerves if Dr. Coles approved." ] ]

[ "The Free'l", "What motivates the Free'l?", "Why do the Free'l seem to believe that their magic SHOULD work even though it doesn't?", "Neeshan's motivation to teach the Free'l magic is", "Why is Neeshan's plan with the tooter morally wrong?", "Neeshan's plan to get the Free'l to actually perform magic is ", "How to the Free'l initially try to stop Neeshan's plan?", "How does Neeshan feel initially when he sees the Free'l doing magic correctly?", "When he realizes that they are messing up one of the steps, ", "Neeshan's plan to teach the Free'l" ]

[ [ "are magical wonders", "do their best to listen to their teacher, they just cannot seem to get it.", "take \"patience\" to a whole new level.", "truly believe in what they are doing." ], [ "Getting what they want through magic.", "Impressing Neeshan with their abilities.", "The prospect of accomplishing great magic.", "Nothing really motivates them at all. " ], [ "They are doing everything as they have been told, so there is no reason it should not work.", "They believe that they are doing enough of the steps right that it should work just because.", "Their teacher told them it should work.", "They were told that they were to be great magicians in a prophecy. " ], [ "because he sees potential in them.", "because he believes teaching is his calling and if anyone can get through to them, it's him.", "strictly selfish. ", "because he wants to change their apathetic state of mind." ], [ "Rhn did not deserve the tooter.", "Neeshan will no longer be able to communicate with his people.", "The tooter does not want to go with Rhn, and his feelings were not taken into account.", "Essentially, the tooter is a part of Neeshan, so it is not really ok to give it away." ], [ "to get Rhn to do magic, then the rest will follow his lead.", "to annoy them to the point that they do magic out of spite.", "put one of them in danger, then they will be forced to do magic to save that person.", "he is going to work with them until they get it or until it kills them all." ], [ "They do a magic spell they had been keeping secret from him.", "They try to get him removed from his position.", "They try to poison him.", "They ask one of the demons to take him away." ], [ "He is not surprised. He knew he would be able to get them to do it eventually.", "He wonders who helped them learn magic because he could take no credit for their work.", "He almost feels a sense of pride and excitement.", "He is angry because it took them too long to finally get it." ], [ "Neeshan is angry because they are doing it wrong.", "Neeshan tries to run the other way because he knows that there is about to be trouble.", "Neeshan is scared because they are doing it wrong.", "Neeshan is far from surprised because they never listen." ], [ "has the exact results he expected the whole time.", "is studied for generations as a guide to teaching reluctant learners magic.", "works, but not the way he wanted it to.", "is a complete failure, as are the Free'l." ] ]

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[ [ "to poison, around his neck. The Free'l's distaste for him bothered\n him, naturally, but he could stand it. When he had repeated the", "He'd tried hard with them. The Free'l were really a challenge to\n evangelical wizardry. They had some natural talent for magic, as was", "people. But for one of the Free'l to say \"I wish I had that\" about\n anything whatever meant that he could be worked on. Could the tooter be\n used as a bribe?", "Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. \"Dreeze\" was a Free'l word that\n referred originally to the nasal drip that accompanied that race's", "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "He began to grope his way cautiously toward the village center. He\n didn't want the Free'l to see him and get suspicious, but he did want", "\"Yes.\" Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons\n out around their circle. \"You see?\nThat's", "The Free'l thought, the demons reported, that he was inconsiderate,\n tactless, officious, and a crashing bore. They regarded him as the", "That was the biggest difficulty. Magic had nothing to offer them. He\n had never, Neeshan thought, heard one of the Free'l express a want.", "He retired to the hut the Free'l had assigned to him. The spell worked,\n of course, but it left him feeling soggy and dispirited. He was still", "The Free'l liked magic, but they were lazy. Anything that involved\n accuracy impressed them as dreezish. And they didn't want anything.", "after\nthey got\n into bed, and told them how to run their sex lives—advice which the\n Free'l, who set quite as much store by their sex lives as anybody does,", "\"Your report received,\" it boiled down to. \"We are glad to hear that\n you are keeping on with the Free'l. We do not expect you to succeed", "Free'l. Well, now, a reward like that was worth going to some trouble\n for.", "Whereas earlier in his evangelical mission he had confined himself to\n pointing out how much easier magic would make life for the Free'l, he", "while there was nothing the Free'l actually wanted enough to go to any\n trouble for it (they didn't even want to get rid of their nasal drip,", "chest expand with pride. And when the spell worked, when the big wind\n swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a\n second magical missionary more kindly. Neeshan might even come back,", "Neeshan dismissed the last of the demons. His eyes had begun to shine.\n The Free'l thought he was a nuisance, did they? They thought he was the", "The food the Free'l brought him began to have a highly peculiar taste.\n Neeshan grinned and hung a theriacal charm, a first-class antidote", "might have\nknown\nthe Free'l couldn't get anything right.\nThe Free'l take a dim view of the small stone image that now stands in" ], [ "while there was nothing the Free'l actually wanted enough to go to any\n trouble for it (they didn't even want to get rid of their nasal drip,", "That was the biggest difficulty. Magic had nothing to offer them. He\n had never, Neeshan thought, heard one of the Free'l express a want.", "people. But for one of the Free'l to say \"I wish I had that\" about\n anything whatever meant that he could be worked on. Could the tooter be\n used as a bribe?", "He'd tried hard with them. The Free'l were really a challenge to\n evangelical wizardry. They had some natural talent for magic, as was", "The Free'l liked magic, but they were lazy. Anything that involved\n accuracy impressed them as dreezish. And they didn't want anything.", "He began to grope his way cautiously toward the village center. He\n didn't want the Free'l to see him and get suspicious, but he did want", "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. \"Dreeze\" was a Free'l word that\n referred originally to the nasal drip that accompanied that race's", "Free'l. Well, now, a reward like that was worth going to some trouble\n for.", "\"Yes.\" Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons\n out around their circle. \"You see?\nThat's", "\"Tell the demon what you want,\" Neeshan ordered the Free'l.\n\n\n The Free'l hesitated. They had few wants, after all, which was one of\n the things that made teaching them magic difficult.", "to poison, around his neck. The Free'l's distaste for him bothered\n him, naturally, but he could stand it. When he had repeated the", "\"Your report received,\" it boiled down to. \"We are glad to hear that\n you are keeping on with the Free'l. We do not expect you to succeed", "The Free'l thought, the demons reported, that he was inconsiderate,\n tactless, officious, and a crashing bore. They regarded him as the", "Whereas earlier in his evangelical mission he had confined himself to\n pointing out how much easier magic would make life for the Free'l, he", "Neeshan dismissed the last of the demons. His eyes had begun to shine.\n The Free'l thought he was a nuisance, did they? They thought he was the", "chest expand with pride. And when the spell worked, when the big wind\n swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a\n second magical missionary more kindly. Neeshan might even come back,", "after\nthey got\n into bed, and told them how to run their sex lives—advice which the\n Free'l, who set quite as much store by their sex lives as anybody does,", "might have\nknown\nthe Free'l couldn't get anything right.\nThe Free'l take a dim view of the small stone image that now stands in", "Rhn. The accusatory atmosphere in the normally indifferent Free'l was\n intolerable." ], [ "He'd tried hard with them. The Free'l were really a challenge to\n evangelical wizardry. They had some natural talent for magic, as was", "The Free'l liked magic, but they were lazy. Anything that involved\n accuracy impressed them as dreezish. And they didn't want anything.", "That was the biggest difficulty. Magic had nothing to offer them. He\n had never, Neeshan thought, heard one of the Free'l express a want.", "\"When you do it, it works,\" Rhn answered.\n\n\n \"Magic works when\nanybody\ndoes it. But you have to do it right.\"", "Whereas earlier in his evangelical mission he had confined himself to\n pointing out how much easier magic would make life for the Free'l, he", "\"Tell the demon what you want,\" Neeshan ordered the Free'l.\n\n\n The Free'l hesitated. They had few wants, after all, which was one of\n the things that made teaching them magic difficult.", "might have\nknown\nthe Free'l couldn't get anything right.\nThe Free'l take a dim view of the small stone image that now stands in", "He retired to the hut the Free'l had assigned to him. The spell worked,\n of course, but it left him feeling soggy and dispirited. He was still", "the autumn after next. They have a good deal of faith in magic, when\n you come right down to it. And patience is their long suit.", "\"What charm? Can't you see by now, Rhn, that it isn't going to work?\"\n\n\n \"Of course it will. It just takes time.\"", "chest expand with pride. And when the spell worked, when the big wind\n swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a\n second magical missionary more kindly. Neeshan might even come back,", "people. But for one of the Free'l to say \"I wish I had that\" about\n anything whatever meant that he could be worked on. Could the tooter be\n used as a bribe?", "\"Yes.\" Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons\n out around their circle. \"You see?\nThat's", "\"Try the spell again.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, dreeze. You're too impatient. You never give anything time to\n work.\"\n\n\n He got up and walked off.", "while there was nothing the Free'l actually wanted enough to go to any\n trouble for it (they didn't even want to get rid of their nasal drip,", "to poison, around his neck. The Free'l's distaste for him bothered\n him, naturally, but he could stand it. When he had repeated the", "evinced by the frequent attempts they made to perform it, and they were\n interested in what he told them about its capacities. But they simply\n wouldn't take the trouble to do it right.", "Rhn raised his mud-plastered shoulders in a shrug. \"It's such a lot\n of dreeze, doing it that way. Magic ought to be fun.\" He walked away,", "how it ought to be. You\n cast a spell. You're careful with it. And it works. Right away.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe spell the Free'l were casting ought to have drawn the moon down" ], [ "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "That was the biggest difficulty. Magic had nothing to offer them. He\n had never, Neeshan thought, heard one of the Free'l express a want.", "\"Tell the demon what you want,\" Neeshan ordered the Free'l.\n\n\n The Free'l hesitated. They had few wants, after all, which was one of\n the things that made teaching them magic difficult.", "Neeshan dismissed the last of the demons. His eyes had begun to shine.\n The Free'l thought he was a nuisance, did they? They thought he was the", "chest expand with pride. And when the spell worked, when the big wind\n swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a\n second magical missionary more kindly. Neeshan might even come back,", "Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. \"Look at that,\n will you!\" he exclaimed, clapping his chapped, scabby little hands", "Neeshan began his instructions. It wouldn't do for him to help Rhn too\n directly, but he was willing to do everything reasonable. Rhn listened,\n scratching himself in the armpits and sneezing from time to time.", "materials and I'll show you. Don't forget, you're giving me the tooter\n for this.\"\nHe started off, Neeshan after him, to the latter's hut. While Neeshan", "told to, and been cheated out of his tooter by Neeshan. In the end\n the magician, cursing his own weakness, surrendered the tooter to", "\"Yes.\" Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons\n out around their circle. \"You see?\nThat's", "Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. \"Dreeze\" was a Free'l word that\n referred originally to the nasal drip that accompanied that race's", "a sense, it was a part of his personality, and if Neeshan let Rhn have\n his tooter, he would be letting him have a part of himself. But the\n stakes were enormous.", "Whereas earlier in his evangelical mission he had confined himself to\n pointing out how much easier magic would make life for the Free'l, he", "Neeshan put on his robe and hurried to the door of the hut. The day\n seemed remarkably overcast, almost like night, but that was caused by\n the spell. This one happened to involve the optic nerves.", "He'd tried hard with them. The Free'l were really a challenge to\n evangelical wizardry. They had some natural talent for magic, as was", "Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said,\n \"Well....\"", "The food the Free'l brought him began to have a highly peculiar taste.\n Neeshan grinned and hung a theriacal charm, a first-class antidote", "Magic, however, is an art of many resources, not all of them savory.\n Neeshan, in his desperation, began to invoke demons more disreputable", "really. Neeshan, I think it's very mean of you.\"", "Neeshan pushed Rhn to one side and squatted down in the center of the\n circle. From the pockets of his black robe he produced stylus, dragon's\n blood, oil of anointing, and salt." ], [ "materials and I'll show you. Don't forget, you're giving me the tooter\n for this.\"\nHe started off, Neeshan after him, to the latter's hut. While Neeshan", "told to, and been cheated out of his tooter by Neeshan. In the end\n the magician, cursing his own weakness, surrendered the tooter to", "a sense, it was a part of his personality, and if Neeshan let Rhn have\n his tooter, he would be letting him have a part of himself. But the\n stakes were enormous.", "really. Neeshan, I think it's very mean of you.\"", "Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. \"Look at that,\n will you!\" he exclaimed, clapping his chapped, scabby little hands", "He had shown a definite interest in Neeshan's tooter. Something in its\n intricate, florid black-and-gold curves seemed to fascinate him. True,", "Neeshan carefully aligned the tooter, which is basically a sort of lens\n for focusing neural force, with the rising double suns. He moved his", "Neeshan sighed heavily. Getting a tooter was painful and laborious. A\n tooter was carefully fitted to an individual magician's personality; in", "Neeshan began his instructions. It wouldn't do for him to help Rhn too\n directly, but he was willing to do everything reasonable. Rhn listened,\n scratching himself in the armpits and sneezing from time to time.", "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said,\n \"Well....\"", "\"That's enough for now,\" Neeshan interrupted. \"The demon can't bring\n you a tooter, Rhn—you have to ask another sort of demon for that. The\n other things he can get. Sammel, to work!\"", "They were doing it\nright\n. Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his", "For the next few days, everybody in the village avoided Neeshan. They\n all felt sorry for Rhn, who'd worked so hard, done everything he was", "Rhn stared at him indignantly. \"You mean, you're not going to give me\n the tooter after all the trouble I went to? I only did it as a favor,", "Neeshan strode into the middle of the circle. Rhn, the village chief,\n looked up from his drumming.\n\n\n \"Go away,\" he said. \"You'll spoil the charm.\"", "Neeshan put on his robe and hurried to the door of the hut. The day\n seemed remarkably overcast, almost like night, but that was caused by\n the spell. This one happened to involve the optic nerves.", "Neeshan watched their antics with a bitter smile.", "Neeshan sat down on his couch, his elbows on his knees, his fists\n pressed against his forehead, and tried to think.", "Neeshan dismissed the last of the demons. His eyes had begun to shine.\n The Free'l thought he was a nuisance, did they? They thought he was the" ], [ "That was the biggest difficulty. Magic had nothing to offer them. He\n had never, Neeshan thought, heard one of the Free'l express a want.", "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "Neeshan dismissed the last of the demons. His eyes had begun to shine.\n The Free'l thought he was a nuisance, did they? They thought he was the", "\"Tell the demon what you want,\" Neeshan ordered the Free'l.\n\n\n The Free'l hesitated. They had few wants, after all, which was one of\n the things that made teaching them magic difficult.", "Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. \"Look at that,\n will you!\" he exclaimed, clapping his chapped, scabby little hands", "chest expand with pride. And when the spell worked, when the big wind\n swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a\n second magical missionary more kindly. Neeshan might even come back,", "told to, and been cheated out of his tooter by Neeshan. In the end\n the magician, cursing his own weakness, surrendered the tooter to", "Neeshan began his instructions. It wouldn't do for him to help Rhn too\n directly, but he was willing to do everything reasonable. Rhn listened,\n scratching himself in the armpits and sneezing from time to time.", "Neeshan put on his robe and hurried to the door of the hut. The day\n seemed remarkably overcast, almost like night, but that was caused by\n the spell. This one happened to involve the optic nerves.", "Neeshan pushed Rhn to one side and squatted down in the center of the\n circle. From the pockets of his black robe he produced stylus, dragon's\n blood, oil of anointing, and salt.", "\"Yes.\" Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons\n out around their circle. \"You see?\nThat's", "materials and I'll show you. Don't forget, you're giving me the tooter\n for this.\"\nHe started off, Neeshan after him, to the latter's hut. While Neeshan", "Magic, however, is an art of many resources, not all of them savory.\n Neeshan, in his desperation, began to invoke demons more disreputable", "Neeshan sighed heavily. Getting a tooter was painful and laborious. A\n tooter was carefully fitted to an individual magician's personality; in", "The food the Free'l brought him began to have a highly peculiar taste.\n Neeshan grinned and hung a theriacal charm, a first-class antidote", "Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. \"Dreeze\" was a Free'l word that\n referred originally to the nasal drip that accompanied that race's", "Whereas earlier in his evangelical mission he had confined himself to\n pointing out how much easier magic would make life for the Free'l, he", "He'd tried hard with them. The Free'l were really a challenge to\n evangelical wizardry. They had some natural talent for magic, as was", "Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said,\n \"Well....\"", "They were doing it\nright\n. Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his" ], [ "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "Neeshan dismissed the last of the demons. His eyes had begun to shine.\n The Free'l thought he was a nuisance, did they? They thought he was the", "Neeshan began his instructions. It wouldn't do for him to help Rhn too\n directly, but he was willing to do everything reasonable. Rhn listened,\n scratching himself in the armpits and sneezing from time to time.", "Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. \"Look at that,\n will you!\" he exclaimed, clapping his chapped, scabby little hands", "Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said,\n \"Well....\"", "materials and I'll show you. Don't forget, you're giving me the tooter\n for this.\"\nHe started off, Neeshan after him, to the latter's hut. While Neeshan", "Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. \"Dreeze\" was a Free'l word that\n referred originally to the nasal drip that accompanied that race's", "really. Neeshan, I think it's very mean of you.\"", "That was the biggest difficulty. Magic had nothing to offer them. He\n had never, Neeshan thought, heard one of the Free'l express a want.", "Neeshan sat down on his couch, his elbows on his knees, his fists\n pressed against his forehead, and tried to think.", "Neeshan strode into the middle of the circle. Rhn, the village chief,\n looked up from his drumming.\n\n\n \"Go away,\" he said. \"You'll spoil the charm.\"", "\"Yes.\" Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons\n out around their circle. \"You see?\nThat's", "\"Hey!\" Neeshan yelled in sudden alarm. \"Not brimstone! Watch out!\n You're not doing it ri—\"", "For the next few days, everybody in the village avoided Neeshan. They\n all felt sorry for Rhn, who'd worked so hard, done everything he was", "Neeshan put on his robe and hurried to the door of the hut. The day\n seemed remarkably overcast, almost like night, but that was caused by\n the spell. This one happened to involve the optic nerves.", "The food the Free'l brought him began to have a highly peculiar taste.\n Neeshan grinned and hung a theriacal charm, a first-class antidote", "a sense, it was a part of his personality, and if Neeshan let Rhn have\n his tooter, he would be letting him have a part of himself. But the\n stakes were enormous.", "After Neeshan had been through the directions twice, Rhn stopped him.\n \"No, don't bother telling me again—it's just more dreeze. Give me the", "\"Tell the demon what you want,\" Neeshan ordered the Free'l.\n\n\n The Free'l hesitated. They had few wants, after all, which was one of\n the things that made teaching them magic difficult.", "the center of their village. It is much too heavy for them to move, and\n while it is not nearly so much of a nuisance as Neeshan was when he was" ], [ "They were doing it\nright\n. Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his", "Neeshan dismissed the last of the demons. His eyes had begun to shine.\n The Free'l thought he was a nuisance, did they? They thought he was the", "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. \"Look at that,\n will you!\" he exclaimed, clapping his chapped, scabby little hands", "That was the biggest difficulty. Magic had nothing to offer them. He\n had never, Neeshan thought, heard one of the Free'l express a want.", "Neeshan began his instructions. It wouldn't do for him to help Rhn too\n directly, but he was willing to do everything reasonable. Rhn listened,\n scratching himself in the armpits and sneezing from time to time.", "\"Yes.\" Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons\n out around their circle. \"You see?\nThat's", "chest expand with pride. And when the spell worked, when the big wind\n swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a\n second magical missionary more kindly. Neeshan might even come back,", "Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. \"Dreeze\" was a Free'l word that\n referred originally to the nasal drip that accompanied that race's", "Neeshan put on his robe and hurried to the door of the hut. The day\n seemed remarkably overcast, almost like night, but that was caused by\n the spell. This one happened to involve the optic nerves.", "The food the Free'l brought him began to have a highly peculiar taste.\n Neeshan grinned and hung a theriacal charm, a first-class antidote", "Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said,\n \"Well....\"", "Neeshan came out of his trance. His eyes were round with wonder and\n cupidity. His senior warlock's rating—why, he wasn't due to get that", "told to, and been cheated out of his tooter by Neeshan. In the end\n the magician, cursing his own weakness, surrendered the tooter to", "Whereas earlier in his evangelical mission he had confined himself to\n pointing out how much easier magic would make life for the Free'l, he", "materials and I'll show you. Don't forget, you're giving me the tooter\n for this.\"\nHe started off, Neeshan after him, to the latter's hut. While Neeshan", "He had shown a definite interest in Neeshan's tooter. Something in its\n intricate, florid black-and-gold curves seemed to fascinate him. True,", "Neeshan watched their antics with a bitter smile.", "He'd tried hard with them. The Free'l were really a challenge to\n evangelical wizardry. They had some natural talent for magic, as was", "Neeshan carefully aligned the tooter, which is basically a sort of lens\n for focusing neural force, with the rising double suns. He moved his" ], [ "the order of the hand-passes, sprinkled salt on the wrong point, and\n mispronounced the names in the invocation. When he pulled his hands", "evinced by the frequent attempts they made to perform it, and they were\n interested in what he told them about its capacities. But they simply\n wouldn't take the trouble to do it right.", "But most of all he harped on their folly in putting up with nasal drip,\n and instructed them over and over again in the details of a charm—a", "from the heavens, made water run uphill, and inverted the order of the\n seasons. But, since they had got broor's blood instead of newt's, were", "Rhn raised his mud-plastered shoulders in a shrug. \"It's such a lot\n of dreeze, doing it that way. Magic ought to be fun.\" He walked away,", "They were doing it\nright\n. Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his", "Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. \"Look at that,\n will you!\" he exclaimed, clapping his chapped, scabby little hands", "He'd have to watch out for poison, of course. But in the end, they'd\n turn to magic to get rid of him. They'd have to. And then he'd have\n them. They'd be caught.", "\"When you do it, it works,\" Rhn answered.\n\n\n \"Magic works when\nanybody\ndoes it. But you have to do it right.\"", "\"Try the spell again.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, dreeze. You're too impatient. You never give anything time to\n work.\"\n\n\n He got up and walked off.", "The ritual went on. The dancers made three circles to the left,\n three circles to the right. Cross over, and all sprinkle salt on the", "How long had they been stamping around in their circle, anyhow? Since\n early moonset, and it was now almost dawn. No doubt they would go on\n stamping all next day, if not interrupted. It was time to call a halt.", "the oil. Then, sighting carefully at the double red and white sun,\n which was just coming up, he touched the\nouter\ncusps with salt. An", "Neeshan began his instructions. It wouldn't do for him to help Rhn too\n directly, but he was willing to do everything reasonable. Rhn listened,\n scratching himself in the armpits and sneezing from time to time.", "to poison, around his neck. The Free'l's distaste for him bothered\n him, naturally, but he could stand it. When he had repeated the", "materials and I'll show you. Don't forget, you're giving me the tooter\n for this.\"\nHe started off, Neeshan after him, to the latter's hut. While Neeshan", "\"Hey!\" Neeshan yelled in sudden alarm. \"Not brimstone! Watch out!\n You're not doing it ri—\"", "looked on tensely, Rhn began going through the actions Neeshan had\n told him. Half-way through the first decad, he forgot. He inverted", "now counciled and advised them on every phase of their daily routine,\n from mud-smearing to rain-sitting, and from the time they got up until\n they went to bed. He even pursued them with advice", "Neeshan put on his robe and hurried to the door of the hut. The day\n seemed remarkably overcast, almost like night, but that was caused by\n the spell. This one happened to involve the optic nerves." ], [ "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "Neeshan began his instructions. It wouldn't do for him to help Rhn too\n directly, but he was willing to do everything reasonable. Rhn listened,\n scratching himself in the armpits and sneezing from time to time.", "Neeshan dismissed the last of the demons. His eyes had begun to shine.\n The Free'l thought he was a nuisance, did they? They thought he was the", "\"Yes.\" Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons\n out around their circle. \"You see?\nThat's", "materials and I'll show you. Don't forget, you're giving me the tooter\n for this.\"\nHe started off, Neeshan after him, to the latter's hut. While Neeshan", "That was the biggest difficulty. Magic had nothing to offer them. He\n had never, Neeshan thought, heard one of the Free'l express a want.", "\"Tell the demon what you want,\" Neeshan ordered the Free'l.\n\n\n The Free'l hesitated. They had few wants, after all, which was one of\n the things that made teaching them magic difficult.", "Neeshan stared after him, his eyes hot. \"Dreeze\" was a Free'l word that\n referred originally to the nasal drip that accompanied that race's", "Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. \"Look at that,\n will you!\" he exclaimed, clapping his chapped, scabby little hands", "chest expand with pride. And when the spell worked, when the big wind\n swooped down and blew him away, the Free'l would certainly receive a\n second magical missionary more kindly. Neeshan might even come back,", "The food the Free'l brought him began to have a highly peculiar taste.\n Neeshan grinned and hung a theriacal charm, a first-class antidote", "They were doing it\nright\n. Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his", "Neeshan carefully aligned the tooter, which is basically a sort of lens\n for focusing neural force, with the rising double suns. He moved his", "Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said,\n \"Well....\"", "Neeshan put on his robe and hurried to the door of the hut. The day\n seemed remarkably overcast, almost like night, but that was caused by\n the spell. This one happened to involve the optic nerves.", "a sense, it was a part of his personality, and if Neeshan let Rhn have\n his tooter, he would be letting him have a part of himself. But the\n stakes were enormous.", "Neeshan pushed Rhn to one side and squatted down in the center of the\n circle. From the pockets of his black robe he produced stylus, dragon's\n blood, oil of anointing, and salt.", "really. Neeshan, I think it's very mean of you.\"", "told to, and been cheated out of his tooter by Neeshan. In the end\n the magician, cursing his own weakness, surrendered the tooter to", "He'd tried hard with them. The Free'l were really a challenge to\n evangelical wizardry. They had some natural talent for magic, as was" ] ]

[ "How does Rai feel about climate change talks?", "What is the Japanese $20 million for?", "Which of the following is NOT a reason that the Himalayan forests have changed in the past 20 years?", "What does the increased number of students in classrooms cause?", "Why are carbon sinks important?", "Why did Narendra work in a Nestle factory?", "How does the author likely feel about global capitalism?", "What is ironic about the money locals receive to preserve the forest?", "What is the least valuable native tree in Kumaon?" ]

[ [ "All of these answers are true", "They're funny", "They're frustrating", "They're disconnected" ], [ "Climate change research", "Promoting forestry", "No one knows", "Combatting forest fires" ], [ "Industrial Revolution", "Changing family systems", "Population increase", "Vacation homes" ], [ "More scientists", "Better education", "Disconnection from the forest", "Increased awareness" ], [ "They compensate for carbon creation elsewhere in the world", "They are a great place to wash your hands", "They aren't", "They are immune to the effects of global warming" ], [ "He wanted to be a manager", "He was tired of the forest", "Opportunities to make money for villagers is limited", "He loves chocolate" ], [ "He believes it sacrifices the environment for higher quality of life for some people", "It is impossible to know from the article", "He thinks it will bring valuable money into the fight against climate change", "He believes it is an evil system" ], [ "There is nothing ironic about the money", "It is a system that creates less interest in preserving the forest", "They steal the money and ignore the requirements", "They use the money to destroy the forest" ], [ "Cedars", "We do not know from the article", "Nettles", "Cypress" ] ]

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[ [ "extremely political,\" Rai says. \"Climate change talks are an interesting", "Rai says, laughing at the wasteful absurdity of the idea.", "says Rai. \"If you are talking about the forest as", "with Rai. There is so much to be done, so", "Rai says, \"the idea is that you at least need", "and tempo of life, I suppose.\" Rai's boss at", "\"Darkly funny?\" I ask Rai for his assessment. \n\n \"Yeah, gallows humour.\"\nThis article was originally published on TheLong+Short. Read the original article.", "clouds with its usual clarity. Rai is using an app", "in the state of Uttarakhand. Rai is working with a", "Amogh Rai and his colleagues need to find out how", "Amogh Rai is standing on a small patch of wooded", "I join Amogh Rai for dinner at the house of", "Rai started working on the project in March 2014.", "Kumaon's unique elements appealed to Rai. The area", "During my time in Kumaon, the Paris Climate Change", "Narendra remembers that, in these times, when far more", "social group is getting lost and so, Rai argues,", "laughs Rai), nettles, smoked chilli and bread. Having left", "woodland. Right now, Rai argues, \"you only have aesthetic", "Change Conference takes place. When I ask Rajesh Thadani how" ], [ "was given about $20m by the Japanese government and industry,", "Unlike carbon trading schemes or high profile incentive programmes like REDD and REDD+, the system for compensation envisaged in Kumaon would not be open to foreign tampering or carbon offsetting, though the question of the Japanese money complicates matters.", "This expectation of money both jars with and is", "This information will then be used to put an economic value", "\"Darkly funny?\" I ask Rai for his assessment. \n\n \"Yeah, gallows humour.\"\nThis article was originally published on TheLong+Short. Read the original article.", "do things. The expectation of money has arrived. The forest", "There is a big difference between chopping down some trees", "scam dreamed up \"for their own good\". Money, while desired,", "There are fears about corruption; and the dispersal of money", "solutions. So yes, when companies in Germany 'gift' improved", "to this money. There is a timber mafia in the", "This money could begin to pour in within the year.", "place of silence and beauty,\" he says. \"Also, it is", "Rai says, laughing at the wasteful absurdity of the idea.", "the developing world. So, it is beneficial. The problem arises", "them but we don't have any money.' So it's not", "pay people enough to maintain the forest, give me two", "to be paid for things they might once have done for", "that the government is \"selling up the mountains\". Though it", "and enjoy them? Because they are the ones who have" ], [ "Right now, the forests of Kumaon are used primarily", "areas of forest. Nearly half the land in Kumaon was", "the Himalayan winter, and laying waste to the Amazon in", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "the Himalayan foothills, after all, and it gets cold", "There are now 40 forest plots in Kumaon, and", "In 1922, the forest department's annual report conceded that", "To begin working out how people in the Himalayan foothills", "British control of the forests. The Kumaon Forest Grievances Committee", "forests here.\" Consultations are ongoing with villagers, various NGOs and", "the mountainous forests of Kumaon, one of two regions in", "The Unquiet Woods, a short history of the Chipko movement", "– were created to manage the forests of Kumaon. Villagers", "Forests are an important part of this increase. They are,", "the Himalayas, and the sun isn't breaking through the clouds", "This was in the 1990s, when Kumaon was", "Le Quéré points out that the effect of deforestation was", "because the forest is less disturbed, bad because caring for", "Unlike carbon trading schemes or high profile incentive programmes like REDD and REDD+, the system for compensation envisaged in Kumaon would not be open to foreign tampering or carbon offsetting, though the question of the Japanese money complicates matters.", "villagers in Kumaon set hundreds of forest fires in protest" ], [ "hasn't got better but most children now go to school,", "Protests became more common and led to massive demonstrations", "it. Cattle became unprofitable. The quality of schools hasn't", "network has changed the area. The population has grown and", "school, so they don't want to do agricultural work when", "up around us. There's a problem though. It's a", "the regulations and reclassifications landing on them, villagers broke the", "years that total will rise to 100. One night, I", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "strident urbanisation. A typical city kid reaction to noise, and", "Narendra remembers that, in these times, when far more", "fairly rapidly. The whole idea of working as a social", "the area. In a room furnished only with a single", "desired, also generates suspicion. This is exacerbated by the fact", "market. As a result, fewer people use and understand the", "the developing world. So, it is beneficial. The problem arises", "These together with forest fires intersected with outrage at the", "the norm, meaning that requirement for fuel has gone up.", "idea. \"They planted them because someone who is a bureaucrat", "Kumaon and has three small children. He doesn’t earn much" ], [ "says: \"Carbon sinks are important and a good mitigation measure", "major carbon sinks. Deforestation puts carbon into the atmosphere while", "as a sink for carbon, you need to figure out", "its ability to act as a 'carbon sink' (anything that", "The forests bear the carbon", "Forests are an important part of this increase. They are,", "how much carbon they are actually taking in. \"We don't", "and maintain and improve carbon sinks without disrupting or destroying", "change. It seeks to find out how much carbon is", "Understanding the basic mechanism of carbon sequestration and the", "that absorbs more carbon than it releases) risks damage from", "Le Quéré points out that the effect of deforestation was", "out how much carbon this place is storing, versus how", "don't know how much carbon these forests are sequestering,\" says", "determine how much carbon is sequestered in the forests. This", "Unlike carbon trading schemes or high profile incentive programmes like REDD and REDD+, the system for compensation envisaged in Kumaon would not be open to foreign tampering or carbon offsetting, though the question of the Japanese money complicates matters.", "to photosynthesise properly. Today, there are far fewer cows", "climate stabilisation without it. Reforestation and afforestation is one of", "using the carbon sequestration data as a basis for what", "decades ago. Today's carbon concentrations represent a more than 40" ], [ "in a Nestlé factory and then as a mechanic, before", "left school at 17, Narendra tells me he worked in", "of one of his two field assistants, Narendra.", "who also worked closely with Narendra, tells me. Good because", "Narendra remembers that, in these times, when far more", "Now in his forties, Narendra is from Kumaon", "to Kumaon to work on his dissertation, which was on", "He grew up in Delhi and was something of a tech", "This was in the 1990s, when Kumaon was", "rural village he came from. Haldwani, the nearby town he", "Kumaon and has three small children. He doesn’t earn much", "he was working in, was too hot and he just", "and tempo of life, I suppose.\" Rai's boss at", "he was strongly influenced by Ramachandra Guha's book The", "fairly rapidly. The whole idea of working as a social", "I join Amogh Rai for dinner at the house of", "by Gandhi – and dependence on the forest meant the", "ambitious, he enrolled at Dr BR Ambedkar University as a", "in the state of Uttarakhand. Rai is working with a", "Kumaon – once an isolated area – and artificial substitutes" ], [ "dilemma globalised industrial capitalism throws up everywhere. The system itself", "\"Darkly funny?\" I ask Rai for his assessment. \n\n \"Yeah, gallows humour.\"\nThis article was originally published on TheLong+Short. Read the original article.", "the developing world. So, it is beneficial. The problem arises", "interesting and funny.\" As the world fights over how best", "fairly rapidly. The whole idea of working as a social", "he was strongly influenced by Ramachandra Guha's book The", "This expectation of money both jars with and is", "desired, also generates suspicion. This is exacerbated by the fact", "movement published in 1990. A wonderful writer, Guha remains one", "as coming from outside and on high, an imperialistic scam", "There is a conflict and a contradiction here: local", "Narendra remembers that, in these times, when far more", "call of the wild. More intellectually curious than professionally ambitious,", "in his forties, is equally romantic about his attachment to", "He grew up in Delhi and was something of a tech", "and tempo of life, I suppose.\" Rai's boss at", "Around him are some other tools of the trade:", "to do anything differently – a battle about how this global", "behind global warming – which is an extremely complicated science", "around the globe." ], [ "local people may be paid to preserve the forest by using", "people can be paid to preserve the forest. Otherwise, its", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "Unlike carbon trading schemes or high profile incentive programmes like REDD and REDD+, the system for compensation envisaged in Kumaon would not be open to foreign tampering or carbon offsetting, though the question of the Japanese money complicates matters.", "pay local people to maintain the forests. If the project", "the forest, it's that they need money to protect the", "compensate local people for maintaining the forest. These established councils", "to this money. There is a timber mafia in the", "forests here.\" Consultations are ongoing with villagers, various NGOs and", "do things. The expectation of money has arrived. The forest", "If a value is put on the forest, then,", "There is a big difference between chopping down some trees", "pay people enough to maintain the forest, give me two", "use the forest less, they need compensation, or they will", "foothills might be reimbursed for preserving the forest, Amogh", "payments made to local communities through the forest councils. This", "says Rai. \"If you are talking about the forest as", "This expectation of money both jars with and is", "– were created to manage the forests of Kumaon. Villagers", "In 1931, the Forest Council Rules made this recommendation a formal reality and 3,000 elected forest councils –\nVan Panchayats" ], [ "Right now, the forests of Kumaon are used primarily", "areas of forest. Nearly half the land in Kumaon was", "There are now 40 forest plots in Kumaon, and", "up. And if the people of Kumaon are to use", "– were created to manage the forests of Kumaon. Villagers", "But the cypress doesn't bear fruit, its wood is rotten when it comes to burning, its leaves are spindly so you can't feed it to cattle. All in all, it's a shitty tree.\"", "Kumaon and has three small children. He doesn’t earn much", "the mountainous forests of Kumaon, one of two regions in", "In Kumaon, there is a strong history of this", "British control of the forests. The Kumaon Forest Grievances Committee", "This was in the 1990s, when Kumaon was", "Unlike carbon trading schemes or high profile incentive programmes like REDD and REDD+, the system for compensation envisaged in Kumaon would not be open to foreign tampering or carbon offsetting, though the question of the Japanese money complicates matters.", "Kumaon – once an isolated area – and artificial substitutes", "villagers in Kumaon set hundreds of forest fires in protest", "to carve up the forests of Kumaon to create railway", "to Kumaon to work on his dissertation, which was on", "the value of a forest. It becomes a place that", "the British, it can still be seen by Kumaonis as", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "The Unquiet Woods, a short history of the Chipko movement" ] ]

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[ [ "researchers will not be allowed to continue their works.", "the economy will lose money.", "publishers will close.", "OA actually costs less in the long run." ], [ "how long it will take to get universal OA policies in place.", "how much universities charge for their services.", "how repositories will be used.", "how much researchers are allotted to conduct their studies." ], [ "OA is going to be a detriment to them.", "OA will have no effect on them at all.", "feel that there will be long-reaching benefits for their field because of OA.", "don't care about OA one way or the other." ], [ "believe that they should be profiting off of OA just as much as the publishers.", "believe that universities and publishers should have to deal with OA.", "don't seem to care about OA at all.", "support OA because they will make more money that way." ], [ "the use of software will in no way improve their costs.", "the majority of the costs come from the reviewing process.", "they stand to benefit the most from hybrid OA.", "incur most of their costs through facilitation." ], [ "cost more to produce.", "cost less than other journals to produce.", "do not contain quality, reliable information.", " are too hard to access." ], [ "weaken the levels of research that is done because the funds will not be there.", "cause publishers to have an increase in funds.", "could promote an overall improvement in the publications.", "cause publishers to be put out of business." ], [ "they should go to the publishers", "they should go to the universites.", "they should be put back into the OA journals themselves.", "they should be given to the researchers." ], [ "researchers who are indifferent.", "libraries who do not want to convert.", "publishers who speak out against them.", "universities who do nothing but advocate them" ] ]

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[ "How many men started the trip on the captain's ship?", "What happened to the captain's fortune?", "What shape best describes the path that space ships customarily took from the inner solar system to the Jovian planets?", "How is the metal sample from the derelict ship that the captain tests turned into gold? ", "Which of these phrases best captures the moral of this story?", "What would happen to the derelict space ship if the Martian Maid's weapons were fired at it?", "Which of the technologies described in this story most clearly mark the story as being published in the first half of the twentieth century?", "Why did the crew of the Martian Maid carry snow on their trip?", "What does the author suggest by repeatedly referring to the \"glittering whorls\" on the surface of the derelict ship, and on the chunks of hull brought to him?" ]

[ [ "The ship had automatic controls, so only the captain and Spinelli were needed.", "The ship left Mars with fourteen men aboard.", "There were six men on the ship.", "Five men were on the ship." ], [ "He was just bragging about money he never really had.", "The salvage ship's crew outran the Martian Maid and stole the gold.", "The crew on the salvaged ship died and the treasure drifted out of reach.", "He went bankrupt from health care costs." ], [ "They travelled a carefully marked and maintained route through the asteroid belt.", "The path was approximately a half-circle rising out of the plane that all the planets travelled in.", "The space ships went in a straight line through space from Mars to where Jupiter would be when they had travelled the distance between the two planets.", "They went around the sun in a slingshot maneuver so that they could move faster than the outer planets and get there sooner." ], [ "The metal is draining energy from the captain's body to turn itself into gold.", "Cosmic rays caused the piece of metal to turn to gold.", "The metal oxidized when it was exposed to the atmosphere inside the ship.", "The chemicals that the captain used to test the piece of metal turned it into gold." ], [ "Trust but verify.", "A stitch in time saves nine.", "There's no free lunch.", "The crew that works together, stays together." ], [ "Nothing would happen to the ship, since the Martian Maid's weapons only affect living organisms.", "What was left of the derelict ship would explode and be unrecoverable.", "The weapons would break the ship down into manageable pieces that could be more easily brought aboard the Martian Maid for storage.", "The derelict ship would be pushed away from the Martian Maid by the force of the weapons, and the Maid would not be able to catch up." ], [ "The reference to atomic drives for space ships.", "The supersonic projector abaft the astrogation turret.", "The poor health care received by the captain in old age.", "The manual calculation of the abandoned ship's orbit." ], [ "Snow was a slang term for drugs that they intended to sell at their destination.", "The crew intended to stop at Venus, where snow was a popular and special treat for colonists.", "Snow was necessary for the operation of the supersonic projectors.", "The snow was kept in an unheated section of the ship as ballast." ], [ "This is the author's poetic way of describing a reflection.", "The author is referring to the vibrations of atoms.", "The author suggests the possibility that the ship itself was alive in some unknown, alien way.", "The author indicates that the hull was made of a particularly beautiful silver metal before it changed to gold." ] ]

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[ [ "The Maid hove to about a hundred yards from her and hung there, dwarfed\n by the mighty glistening ship. I called for volunteers and we prepared", "of what happened to her crew or her skipper. I can give you this much\n of an answer.\nI\nwas her skipper. And her crew? They ride high in the", "need good men. But the gold-hunger I had seen in his eyes warned me\n to beware. I shook my head. \"You will stay on board the Maid with me,", "Captain,\" he said. I could see that he hadn't missed the inference of\n those figures on the chart.", "My crew was a rough bunch, like all those early crews. I remember them\n so well. Lean, hungry men with hell in their eyes and a great lust for", "\"Sure I did,\" he sneered. \"Did you expect me to shut up and let you\n land the ship yourself and claim Captain's share?\nI\nfound her, and\n she's mine!\"", "Looking at that circle of faces I saw the beginnings of greed. The\n first impact of the Metering Officer's words wore off quickly and soon\n every man of my crew was thinking that anything from the stars would be\n worth money ... lots of money.", "a boarding party. I was thinking that her drives alone would be worth\n millions. Cohn took charge and he and three of the men suited up and\n crossed to her.", "Stark suspicion leaped into his eyes. I could see the wheels turning\n slowly in his mind. Somehow, he was thinking, I was planning to cheat\n him of his rightful share of the derelict treasure ship.", "They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their\n lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.", "of us started mentally counting up his share of the salvage money. All\n this before we were within ten thousand miles of the hulk!", "That way Zaleski would be outnumbered if he tried to skip with the\n treasure ship. But, of course, I couldn't risk telling them that they\n were to be handling a vessel practically made of gold.", "I didn't know, that night as I stood in the valve of the Maid, watching\n the loading cranes pull away, that I was starting out on my last", "Spinelli said, \"Do we look her over, Captain?\"\n\n\n They all looked at me, waiting for my answer. I knew it would be worth\n plenty, and money hunger was like a fever inside me.", "There were plenty of ships being lost in space, and immediately that\n Spinelli's report from up forward got noised about the Maid every one", "These things were true when fabled Jason sailed the Argo beyond Colchis\n seeking the Fleece. They were true when men sailed the southern oceans", "I might have let him go under ordinary circumstances, for he was a\n first class spaceman and the handling of a jury-rigged hulk would", "\"Mister Cohn reports the derelict ready to take aboard the prize\n crew ... sir,\" he said slowly. \"I'd like to volunteer for that detail.\"", "Together, Spinelli and I watched the Maid's crew vanish into the maw\n of the alien ship and get her under way. There was a flicker of bluish", "seen before. I had the radar fixed on her and then I retired with my\n slide rule to Control. It wasn't long before I discovered that the\n derelict ship was on a near collision course, but there was something" ], [ "\"Sure I did,\" he sneered. \"Did you expect me to shut up and let you\n land the ship yourself and claim Captain's share?\nI\nfound her, and\n she's mine!\"", "Captain,\" he said. I could see that he hadn't missed the inference of\n those figures on the chart.", "of what happened to her crew or her skipper. I can give you this much\n of an answer.\nI\nwas her skipper. And her crew? They ride high in the", "Stark suspicion leaped into his eyes. I could see the wheels turning\n slowly in his mind. Somehow, he was thinking, I was planning to cheat\n him of his rightful share of the derelict treasure ship.", "Reluctantly his eyes left the lump of gold and met mine. \"From the\n derelict, Captain?\" There was an imperceptible pause between the last\n two words.", "Spinelli said, \"Do we look her over, Captain?\"\n\n\n They all looked at me, waiting for my answer. I knew it would be worth\n plenty, and money hunger was like a fever inside me.", "He didn't say a thing, but his big shoulders hunched angrily and\n he moved across the deck toward me, his hands opening and closing\n spasmodically. His eyes were wild with rage and avarice.", "That way Zaleski would be outnumbered if he tried to skip with the\n treasure ship. But, of course, I couldn't risk telling them that they\n were to be handling a vessel practically made of gold.", "They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their\n lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.", "The Maid hove to about a hundred yards from her and hung there, dwarfed\n by the mighty glistening ship. I called for volunteers and we prepared", "Then I began thinking about it. Suppose now, just suppose, that Zaleski\n told the rest of the crew about the gold. It wouldn't be too hard", "\"There's nothing left of her, Captain,\" Cohn reported, \"Whatever hit\n her tore up the innards so badly we couldn't even find the drives.", "There were plenty of ships being lost in space, and immediately that\n Spinelli's report from up forward got noised about the Maid every one", "And outside, in the void beyond the Maid's ports there were tons of\n this metal that could be turned into treasure. My laughter must have", "need good men. But the gold-hunger I had seen in his eyes warned me\n to beware. I shook my head. \"You will stay on board the Maid with me,", "Each night I slept with a hunk of yellow gold under my bunk, and\n ridiculously I fondled the stuff and dreamed of all the things I would\n have when the starship was cut up and sold.", "of us started mentally counting up his share of the salvage money. All\n this before we were within ten thousand miles of the hulk!", "I didn't know, that night as I stood in the valve of the Maid, watching\n the loading cranes pull away, that I was starting out on my last", "Looking at that circle of faces I saw the beginnings of greed. The\n first impact of the Metering Officer's words wore off quickly and soon\n every man of my crew was thinking that anything from the stars would be\n worth money ... lots of money.", "Here was treasure beyond his wildest dreams! How\n\n could he know his dreams should have been nightmares?\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from" ], [ "So that's the orbit the Maid took on that last trip of mine. High\n and clear into the supra-solar void. And out there in that primeval", "fire from her jury-rigged tubes astern, and then she was vanishing in a\n great arc toward the bright gleam of Jupiter, far below us. The Maid", "to make the flight between the outer systems and the EMV Triangle. It\n took a long while for hyperdrives to be developed and of course atomics\n never panned out because of the weight problem.", "miles up out of the ecliptic plane brings you to a region of space\n that's pretty thinly strewn with asteroids, and that's the way we used", "out of the Foundation Yards. Chemical fueled, she was nothing at all\n like the spherical hyperdrives we see today. She was armed, too. The\n Foundation still thought of space as a possible stamping ground for", "It wasn't too long ago that I lifted the Maid off Solis Lacus on\n that last flight. Not many of you will remember her class of ship,", "feet from bow to stern, a sleek torpedo shape of somehow unspeakable\n alienness. Against the backdrop of the Milky Way, she gleamed fitfully", "It was readily apparent to all of us that she had never been built for\n inter-planetary flight. She was a starship. Origin unknown. An aura of", "\"You have all heard about Mister Spinelli's find,\" I said, \"I have\n computed the orbit and inspected the object through the glass. It seems", "astrogation. For a long while it held men back from deep space, but as\n fuels improved a few ships were sent out over the top. A few million", "about Sol in a hyperbolic orbit that would soon take her out and away\n again into the inter-stellar deeps.", "The first thing about the derelict that struck us as we drew near was\n her size. No ship ever built in the Foundation Yards had ever attained\n such gargantuan proportions. She must have stretched a full thousand", "seen before. I had the radar fixed on her and then I retired with my\n slide rule to Control. It wasn't long before I discovered that the\n derelict ship was on a near collision course, but there was something", "ship. The Holcomb Foundation was founded for the purpose of\n developing spaceflight, and as the years went by it took on the whole\n responsibility for the building and dispatching of space ships. Never", "All spaceships look pretty much alike, but as I sat at the telescope\n I saw that there was something different about this one. At such a", "that makes a spaceman wonder why in hell he wants to leave the relative\n security of the Earth-Mars-Venus Triangle to go jetting across the belt", "to be a spacer ... either abandoned or in distress....\" Reaching into\n the book rack above my desk I took down a copy of the Foundation's\nSpace Regulations", "so many advances have been made in the last few years. The Maid was\n two hundred feet from tip to tail, and as sleek a spacer as ever came", "He clicked the Aldis at them. The only response was a wild swerve in\n the star-ship's course. She left the orbit we had set for her as though\n the hands that guided her had fallen away from the control.", "\"Sections XVIII, Paragraph 8 of the Code Regulating Interplanetary\n Astrogation and Commerce,\" I read, \"Any vessel or part of vessel found" ], [ "Reluctantly his eyes left the lump of gold and met mine. \"From the\n derelict, Captain?\" There was an imperceptible pause between the last\n two words.", "stuff of which that whole mammoth spaceship from the stars was\n built—was now....\nGold!\nI scarcely dared believe it, but there it was staring at me from my", "Each night I slept with a hunk of yellow gold under my bunk, and\n ridiculously I fondled the stuff and dreamed of all the things I would\n have when the starship was cut up and sold.", "He dropped two chunks of metal on my desk. \"I brought back some samples\n of her pressure hull,\" he said, \"The whole thing is made of this\n stuff....\"", "They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their\n lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.", "CAPTAIN MIDAS\nBy ALFRED COPPEL, JR.\nThe captain of the Martian Maid stared avidly at\n\n the torn derelict floating against the velvet void.", "I picked up the two samples of gleaming metal and called for a\n metallurgical testing kit. \"I'm going to try and find out if this stuff\n is worth anything....\"", "Under the bright fluorescent over my work-table, the chunks of metal\n torn from a random bulkhead of the starship gleamed like pale silver;", "Looking at that circle of faces I saw the beginnings of greed. The\n first impact of the Metering Officer's words wore off quickly and soon\n every man of my crew was thinking that anything from the stars would be\n worth money ... lots of money.", "The first thing about the derelict that struck us as we drew near was\n her size. No ship ever built in the Foundation Yards had ever attained\n such gargantuan proportions. She must have stretched a full thousand", "The metal was heavy—too heavy, it seemed to me, for spaceship\n construction. But then, who was to say what conditions existed on that\n distant world where this metal was made?", "And outside, in the void beyond the Maid's ports there were tons of\n this metal that could be turned into treasure. My laughter must have", "whorls of force were gone. It was no longer alive with a questing\n vibrancy ... it was inert, stable. From somewhere, somehow, it had\n drawn the energy necessary for transmutation. The unknown metal—the", "in the light of the faraway sun, the metal of her flanks grained with\n something like tiny, glittering whorls. It was as though the stuff\n were somehow unstable ... seeking balance ... maybe even alive in some", "Suddenly terrified, I dropped the chunk as though it were white hot. It\n struck the table with a dull thud and lay there, a rich yellow lump of\n metallic lustre.", "Then I began thinking about it. Suppose now, just suppose, that Zaleski\n told the rest of the crew about the gold. It wouldn't be too hard", "Stark suspicion leaped into his eyes. I could see the wheels turning\n slowly in his mind. Somehow, he was thinking, I was planning to cheat\n him of his rightful share of the derelict treasure ship.", "table-top.\nGold!\nI searched my mind for an explanation. Contra-terrene matter, perhaps,\n from some distant island universe where matter reacted differently ...", "balance. I tested it with acids. It had changed unquestionably. It\n was no longer the same as when I had carried it into my quarters. The", "There was a long silence before Zaleski shifted his two hundred pounds\n uneasily and gave a form to the muted fear inside me. \"You think ...\n you think it came from the\nstars\n, Captain?\"" ], [ "any thing for nothing. So add this: Cost. Or you might call it pain,\n sorrow, agony. Call it what you like. It's what you pay for great\n treasure....", "If you doubt that—and I can see you do—just look at me. I suppose\n you've never heard of the Martian Maid, and so you don't know the story", "Here was treasure beyond his wildest dreams! How\n\n could he know his dreams should have been nightmares?\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "stomach and nailed him on the point of the jaw with a right from my\n shoe-tops. He straightened up and sprawled heavily to the deck, still", "of what happened to her crew or her skipper. I can give you this much\n of an answer.\nI\nwas her skipper. And her crew? They ride high in the", "I'm a queer one to be saying these things, but then, who has more\n right? Look at me. My hair is gray and my face ... my face is a mask.", "Looking at that circle of faces I saw the beginnings of greed. The\n first impact of the Metering Officer's words wore off quickly and soon\n every man of my crew was thinking that anything from the stars would be\n worth money ... lots of money.", "They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their\n lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nGold! A magic word, even today, isn't it? Lust and gold ... they go", "\"They're faking!\"\n\n\n \"Like hell they are!\" I snapped irritably, \"Something's gone wrong....\"\n\n\n \"Zaleski's gone wrong, that's what!\"", "You smile. You are thinking that I'm just an old man, beached\n earthside, spinning tall tales to impress the youngsters. Maybe,", "The flesh hangs on my bones like a yellow cloth on a rickety frame. I\n am old, old. And I wait here on my hospital cot—wait for the weight of", "vessel locating said abandoned or disabled vessel except in such cases\n as the ownership of said abandoned or disabled vessel may be readily\n ascertained....\" I looked up and closed the book. \"Simply stated, that", "\"Sure I did,\" he sneered. \"Did you expect me to shut up and let you\n land the ship yourself and claim Captain's share?\nI\nfound her, and\n she's mine!\"", "Spinelli said, \"Do we look her over, Captain?\"\n\n\n They all looked at me, waiting for my answer. I knew it would be worth\n plenty, and money hunger was like a fever inside me.", "I didn't know, that night as I stood in the valve of the Maid, watching\n the loading cranes pull away, that I was starting out on my last", "hand in hand. Like the horsemen of the Apocalypse. And, of course,\n there's another word needed to make up the trilogy. You don't get", "were, and we were proud of it. We hung onto what we found because the\n risks were high and we were entitled to keep what we could out there.\n But there are strange things in the sky. Things that don't respond to", "I'm poor, too, or else I wouldn't be here in this place of dying for\n old spacemen. I haven't a dime except for the pittance the Holcomb", "\"Those skunks! Double crossing rats!\" he breathed furiously. \"They\n won't shake loose that easy!\" His hands started down for the firing\n console of the supersonic rifle." ], [ "The first thing about the derelict that struck us as we drew near was\n her size. No ship ever built in the Foundation Yards had ever attained\n such gargantuan proportions. She must have stretched a full thousand", "CAPTAIN MIDAS\nBy ALFRED COPPEL, JR.\nThe captain of the Martian Maid stared avidly at\n\n the torn derelict floating against the velvet void.", "fire from her jury-rigged tubes astern, and then she was vanishing in a\n great arc toward the bright gleam of Jupiter, far below us. The Maid", "seen before. I had the radar fixed on her and then I retired with my\n slide rule to Control. It wasn't long before I discovered that the\n derelict ship was on a near collision course, but there was something", "Boats of the Martian Maid's class, you may remember, carried a six\n inch supersonic projector abaft the astrogation turret. These were", "And outside, in the void beyond the Maid's ports there were tons of\n this metal that could be turned into treasure. My laughter must have", "so many advances have been made in the last few years. The Maid was\n two hundred feet from tip to tail, and as sleek a spacer as ever came", "It was readily apparent to all of us that she had never been built for\n inter-planetary flight. She was a starship. Origin unknown. An aura of", "She was never built to carry humanoids he told us, and there was\n nothing that could give us a hint of where she had come from. The hull\n alone was left.", "He clicked the Aldis at them. The only response was a wild swerve in\n the star-ship's course. She left the orbit we had set for her as though\n the hands that guided her had fallen away from the control.", "There were plenty of ships being lost in space, and immediately that\n Spinelli's report from up forward got noised about the Maid every one", "out of the Foundation Yards. Chemical fueled, she was nothing at all\n like the spherical hyperdrives we see today. She was armed, too. The\n Foundation still thought of space as a possible stamping ground for", "Together, Spinelli and I watched the Maid's crew vanish into the maw\n of the alien ship and get her under way. There was a flicker of bluish", "If you doubt that—and I can see you do—just look at me. I suppose\n you've never heard of the Martian Maid, and so you don't know the story", "stuff of which that whole mammoth spaceship from the stars was\n built—was now....\nGold!\nI scarcely dared believe it, but there it was staring at me from my", "The Maid hove to about a hundred yards from her and hung there, dwarfed\n by the mighty glistening ship. I called for volunteers and we prepared", "for the derelict to break away from the Maid, and there were plenty\n of places in the EMV Triangle where a renegade crew with a thousand\n tons of gold would be welcomed with open arms and no questions asked.", "feet from bow to stern, a sleek torpedo shape of somehow unspeakable\n alienness. Against the backdrop of the Milky Way, she gleamed fitfully", "nasty weapons for use against organic life only. They would reduce a\n man to jelly at fifty thousand yards. Let it be said to my credit that\n it wasn't I who thought of hooking the gun into the radar finder and", "Zaleski assemble a spare pulse-jet. We'll jury-rig her and bring her\n down under her own power. You take charge of provisioning her. Check" ], [ "If you doubt that—and I can see you do—just look at me. I suppose\n you've never heard of the Martian Maid, and so you don't know the story", "nasty weapons for use against organic life only. They would reduce a\n man to jelly at fifty thousand yards. Let it be said to my credit that\n it wasn't I who thought of hooking the gun into the radar finder and", "so many advances have been made in the last few years. The Maid was\n two hundred feet from tip to tail, and as sleek a spacer as ever came", "feet from bow to stern, a sleek torpedo shape of somehow unspeakable\n alienness. Against the backdrop of the Milky Way, she gleamed fitfully", "Looking at that circle of faces I saw the beginnings of greed. The\n first impact of the Metering Officer's words wore off quickly and soon\n every man of my crew was thinking that anything from the stars would be\n worth money ... lots of money.", "stuff of which that whole mammoth spaceship from the stars was\n built—was now....\nGold!\nI scarcely dared believe it, but there it was staring at me from my", "seen before. I had the radar fixed on her and then I retired with my\n slide rule to Control. It wasn't long before I discovered that the\n derelict ship was on a near collision course, but there was something", "Something had wounded her ... perhaps ten million years ago ... perhaps\n yesterday. She was gashed deeply from stem to stern with a jagged rip", "stomach and nailed him on the point of the jaw with a right from my\n shoe-tops. He straightened up and sprawled heavily to the deck, still", "The first thing about the derelict that struck us as we drew near was\n her size. No ship ever built in the Foundation Yards had ever attained\n such gargantuan proportions. She must have stretched a full thousand", "The assembly horn sounded throughout the Maid and I could feel the tug\n of the automatics taking over as the crew left their stations. Soon\n they were assembled in Control.", "I didn't know, that night as I stood in the valve of the Maid, watching\n the loading cranes pull away, that I was starting out on my last", "He dropped two chunks of metal on my desk. \"I brought back some samples\n of her pressure hull,\" he said, \"The whole thing is made of this\n stuff....\"", "were, and we were proud of it. We hung onto what we found because the\n risks were high and we were entitled to keep what we could out there.\n But there are strange things in the sky. Things that don't respond to", "in the light of the faraway sun, the metal of her flanks grained with\n something like tiny, glittering whorls. It was as though the stuff\n were somehow unstable ... seeking balance ... maybe even alive in some", "Under the bright fluorescent over my work-table, the chunks of metal\n torn from a random bulkhead of the starship gleamed like pale silver;", "CAPTAIN MIDAS\nBy ALFRED COPPEL, JR.\nThe captain of the Martian Maid stared avidly at\n\n the torn derelict floating against the velvet void.", "They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their\n lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.", "that bared her mangled innards. A wandering asteroid? A meteor? We\n would never know. It gave me an uncomfortable feeling of things beyond", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nGold! A magic word, even today, isn't it? Lust and gold ... they go" ], [ "I thought of our half empty cargo hold and the sweet payload we would\n pick up on Callisto. And I counted the extra cash my packets of snow", "would bring from those lonely men up there on the barren moonlets of\n the outer Systems. There were plenty of cargoes carried on the Maid\n that the Holcomb Foundation snoopers never heard about, you can be sure", "If you doubt that—and I can see you do—just look at me. I suppose\n you've never heard of the Martian Maid, and so you don't know the story", "Boats of the Martian Maid's class, you may remember, carried a six\n inch supersonic projector abaft the astrogation turret. These were", "Looking at that circle of faces I saw the beginnings of greed. The\n first impact of the Metering Officer's words wore off quickly and soon\n every man of my crew was thinking that anything from the stars would be\n worth money ... lots of money.", "so many advances have been made in the last few years. The Maid was\n two hundred feet from tip to tail, and as sleek a spacer as ever came", "The Maid hove to about a hundred yards from her and hung there, dwarfed\n by the mighty glistening ship. I called for volunteers and we prepared", "And outside, in the void beyond the Maid's ports there were tons of\n this metal that could be turned into treasure. My laughter must have", "fire from her jury-rigged tubes astern, and then she was vanishing in a\n great arc toward the bright gleam of Jupiter, far below us. The Maid", "They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their\n lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.", "\"We'll still take her in,\" I said, hiding my disappointment. \"The\n carcass will be worth money in Callisto. Have Mister Marvin and", "stuff of which that whole mammoth spaceship from the stars was\n built—was now....\nGold!\nI scarcely dared believe it, but there it was staring at me from my", "Together, Spinelli and I watched the Maid's crew vanish into the maw\n of the alien ship and get her under way. There was a flicker of bluish", "CAPTAIN MIDAS\nBy ALFRED COPPEL, JR.\nThe captain of the Martian Maid stared avidly at\n\n the torn derelict floating against the velvet void.", "So that's the orbit the Maid took on that last trip of mine. High\n and clear into the supra-solar void. And out there in that primeval", "flight. I don't think any of the others could have guessed, either.\n It was the sort of night that you only see on Mars. The sort of night", "The assembly horn sounded throughout the Maid and I could feel the tug\n of the automatics taking over as the crew left their stations. Soon\n they were assembled in Control.", "It wasn't too long ago that I lifted the Maid off Solis Lacus on\n that last flight. Not many of you will remember her class of ship,", "were, and we were proud of it. We hung onto what we found because the\n risks were high and we were entitled to keep what we could out there.\n But there are strange things in the sky. Things that don't respond to", "need good men. But the gold-hunger I had seen in his eyes warned me\n to beware. I shook my head. \"You will stay on board the Maid with me," ], [ "The first thing about the derelict that struck us as we drew near was\n her size. No ship ever built in the Foundation Yards had ever attained\n such gargantuan proportions. She must have stretched a full thousand", "Reluctantly his eyes left the lump of gold and met mine. \"From the\n derelict, Captain?\" There was an imperceptible pause between the last\n two words.", "He dropped two chunks of metal on my desk. \"I brought back some samples\n of her pressure hull,\" he said, \"The whole thing is made of this\n stuff....\"", "Under the bright fluorescent over my work-table, the chunks of metal\n torn from a random bulkhead of the starship gleamed like pale silver;", "in the light of the faraway sun, the metal of her flanks grained with\n something like tiny, glittering whorls. It was as though the stuff\n were somehow unstable ... seeking balance ... maybe even alive in some", "stuff of which that whole mammoth spaceship from the stars was\n built—was now....\nGold!\nI scarcely dared believe it, but there it was staring at me from my", "seen before. I had the radar fixed on her and then I retired with my\n slide rule to Control. It wasn't long before I discovered that the\n derelict ship was on a near collision course, but there was something", "feet from bow to stern, a sleek torpedo shape of somehow unspeakable\n alienness. Against the backdrop of the Milky Way, she gleamed fitfully", "CAPTAIN MIDAS\nBy ALFRED COPPEL, JR.\nThe captain of the Martian Maid stared avidly at\n\n the torn derelict floating against the velvet void.", "Spinelli bit his thick lips and did not reply. His eyes were fixed on\n the image of the starship on the viewplate.\n\n\n A light blinked erratically within the dark cut of its wounded side.", "\"You have all heard about Mister Spinelli's find,\" I said, \"I have\n computed the orbit and inspected the object through the glass. It seems", "Each night I slept with a hunk of yellow gold under my bunk, and\n ridiculously I fondled the stuff and dreamed of all the things I would\n have when the starship was cut up and sold.", "that bared her mangled innards. A wandering asteroid? A meteor? We\n would never know. It gave me an uncomfortable feeling of things beyond", "There was a long silence before Zaleski shifted his two hundred pounds\n uneasily and gave a form to the muted fear inside me. \"You think ...\n you think it came from the\nstars\n, Captain?\"", "Looking at that circle of faces I saw the beginnings of greed. The\n first impact of the Metering Officer's words wore off quickly and soon\n every man of my crew was thinking that anything from the stars would be\n worth money ... lots of money.", "And outside, in the void beyond the Maid's ports there were tons of\n this metal that could be turned into treasure. My laughter must have", "those strange little whorls that I had noticed on the outer hull were\n there too, like tiny magnetic lines of force, making the surface of\n the metal seem to dance. I held the stuff in my bare hand.", "She was never built to carry humanoids he told us, and there was\n nothing that could give us a hint of where she had come from. The hull\n alone was left.", "The Maid hove to about a hundred yards from her and hung there, dwarfed\n by the mighty glistening ship. I called for volunteers and we prepared", "Stark suspicion leaped into his eyes. I could see the wheels turning\n slowly in his mind. Somehow, he was thinking, I was planning to cheat\n him of his rightful share of the derelict treasure ship." ] ]

[ "Why has the way phones are answered in Andrew McCloud's office changed?", "What seems to be the top brass's biggest concern about Andrew McCloud?", "Which important figure does give McCloud support?", "How many mortalities have been caused by the plague?", "Why is the colonel referred to as \"the chicken colonel\"?", "Why was Andrew McCloud relieved from duty by the colonel?", "Why do McCloud and Bettijean conclude that the disease is not communicable?", "Who was the first plague victim in McCloud's office?", "What did McCloud ask the lab technician to analyze?" ]

[ [ "Previously, soldiers answered the phones, but they were not as efficient as girls with secretarial experience, so a dozen girls were hired to do the job.", "The office now has to answer the public's questions about the effectiveness of vaccines, and people have a lot of questions, so there are a lot more phone calls.", "Phone traffic has exploded due to increasing cases of a puzzling illness.", "Formerly, the public was not allowed to phone the Office of the Civil Health and Germ Warfare Protection Co-ordinator, they could only write letters. But an executive order changed that, so now there is a lot of phone traffic." ], [ "That someone with unruly hair does not have the self-discipline to be in charge of an important agency.", "That someone with freckles and a mop of unruly hair is too young to be in charge of an important agency.", "That he is a noncommissioned officer.", "That he does not have the correct training to do the job." ], [ "The two-star general.", "The colonel.", "No one gives him the support he needs.", "The brigadier general." ], [ "Six people died.", "There have been no mortalities.", "629,000 people have died of the plague.", "The death rate at the time the story starts is 2 per hundred thousand citizens." ], [ "Because he was well known to be a coward and a bully.", "The story does not tell us.", "Because, as explained in the story, he is a full colonel, as opposed to a lieutenant colonel.", "Because he was in charge of a defense department operation for making vaccines from chicken embryos." ], [ "Because the colonel was ordered to replace McCloud by the brigadier general.", "The colonel was looking for an excuse to remove him from the beginning of the story, because he had contempt for noncommissioned officers.", "Because McCloud was having an affair with Bettijean.", "Because McCloud defended his subordinate, Bettijean, in front of the colonel, when she had clearly violated military protocol." ], [ "Because the incidence of the disease has already begun to drop.", "This assumption is not supported by facts in the story.", "Smaller organizations seem to have a higher incidence than larger organizations.", "Because he and Bettijean have not caught the disease." ], [ "McCloud himself was the first victim - that is why he was so overwhelmingly tired.", "The colonel was the first victims, but that information was withheld as part of the military blackout on disease reports.", "No one from McCloud's office ever got the plague.", "The cute blonde who brought some reports into his office while he was discussing clues about the epidemic with Bettijean." ], [ "The pack of cigarettes in Bettijean's desk.", "The stack of reports that the cute blonde had brought in to McCloud's office.", "The letter that the cute blonde had intended to mail to her mother.", "The coffee cups that all the workers at the office had used." ] ]

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[ [ "Bettijean snapped to her feet, grinned her encouragement and strode\n from the room. Andy could hear her crisp instructions to the girls on\n the phones. Sucking air through his teeth, he reached for his phone\n and directory.", "Andy didn't waste time standing. He merely nodded to the general,\n snubbed out his cigarette, and buzzed the intercom. \"Bettijean, will", "Like the telephone. Two days ago Corporal Bettijean Baker had been\n answering the rare call on the single line—in that friendly, husky", "\"The old American ingenuity,\" the colonel said, reaching for Andy's\n phone. \"I knew we could lick it. Now all we have to do—\"", "voice that gave even generals pause—by saying, \"Good morning. Office\n of the Civil Health and Germ Warfare Protection Co-ordinator.\" Now\n there was a switchboard out in the hall with a web of lines running to", "comprehend what had happened. The situation might have been funny, or\n at least pathetic, if it hadn't been so desperate. Even so, Andy\n McCloud's nerves and patience had frayed thin.", "It was Bettijean who squeezed into the office and broke the brittle\n silence. \"Andy, for heaven's sake, what is it?\" Then she moved around\n the desk to stand behind him as he faced the officers.", "another stack of papers. Andy hung up his phone and reached for a\n cigarette. At that moment the door banged open. Nerves raw, Bettijean\n cried out. Andy's cigarette tumbled from his trembling fingers.", "\"We've got to find a clue—a trend—an inkling of something.\" He\n nodded toward the outer office. \"Stop all in-coming calls. Get those", "political borders of the United States!\nIllustrated by Schoenherr\nSergeant Major Andrew McCloud ignored the jangling telephones and the", "\"Somebody in our outer office is organized,\" Andy said, pulling at his\n cigarette. \"Here're reports from a dozen military installations all\n lumped together.\"\n\n\n \"What does it show?\"", "He broke off as his phone rang. Answering, he listened for a moment,\n then hung up and said, \"But before the big announcement, get somebody", "He dialed until every finger of his right hand was sore. He spoke to\n worried doctors and frantic hospital administrators and hysterical", "She move around the desk and sat, noting the phone book he had used,\n studying the names he had crossed off. \"Did you learn anything?\" she\n asked.", "Everyone in the room froze as Andy spun around, dashed to Bettijean's\n desk and yanked out the wide, top drawer. He pawed through it,", "Andy dropped his haggard face into his hands. His voice came through\n muffled. \"I can sit here and cry.\" For an eternity he sat there,", "\"At ease, colonel,\" the brigadier said sharply. He waited until the\n colonel had retreated, then addressed Andy. \"It's your show. What do\n you suggest?\"", "\"Now you know there's nothing to be afraid of,\" Andy said, feeling\n suddenly and ridiculously like a pill roller with a practiced bedside", "The doctor, a white-headed Air Force major, bustled into the room. A\n lab technician in a white smock was close behind. Andy could only\n shrug and indicate the girl.", "away from Andy. \"And I had a sandwich and some coffee and got a little\n nap in the ladies' lounge and ... and that's all.\"" ], [ "\"At ease, colonel,\" the brigadier said sharply. He waited until the\n colonel had retreated, then addressed Andy. \"It's your show. What do\n you suggest?\"", "comprehend what had happened. The situation might have been funny, or\n at least pathetic, if it hadn't been so desperate. Even so, Andy\n McCloud's nerves and patience had frayed thin.", "The doctor, a white-headed Air Force major, bustled into the room. A\n lab technician in a white smock was close behind. Andy could only\n shrug and indicate the girl.", "It was Bettijean who squeezed into the office and broke the brittle\n silence. \"Andy, for heaven's sake, what is it?\" Then she moved around\n the desk to stand behind him as he faced the officers.", "The big brass stood stunned and shocked. Mouths flapped open and eyes\n bugged at Andy, at the stamp.", "The general showed the colonel his back and motioned Andy into his\n chair. He glanced to Bettijean and a smile warmed his wedge face.\n \"Corporal, were you speaking just then as a woman or as a soldier?\"", "\"Somebody in our outer office is organized,\" Andy said, pulling at his\n cigarette. \"Here're reports from a dozen military installations all\n lumped together.\"\n\n\n \"What does it show?\"", "\"Not much. We're top priority now.\" He ran fingers through the thick,\n brown hair and massaged his scalp, trying to generate stimulation to\n his wary and confused brain. \"What's new?\"", "\"Let's go,\" Andy said, pushing up from his chair. Ignoring the brass,\n he turned to her and brushed his lips across hers. \"Let them sweat a", "other brass hats, none of whom had been to bed, were close behind. The\n lab technician arrived a minute later. He shook his head as he handed\n his hastily scribbled report to Andy.", "The general gave both Andy and Bettijean a long, sober look, then\n launched himself from the chair. Pivoting, he said, \"Colonel, you and", "Andy didn't waste time standing. He merely nodded to the general,\n snubbed out his cigarette, and buzzed the intercom. \"Bettijean, will", "get out of here and let these people work.\"\nThe brass exited wordlessly. Bettijean sighed noisily. Andy found his\n cigarette dead and lit another. He fancied a tiny lever in his brain", "The technician darted out.\n\n\n Andy wheeled to Bettijean. \"Get the brass in here. And call the\n general first.\" To the doctor, he said, \"Give that girl the best of\n everything.\"", "Andy swore under his breath and eyed the two young officers who\n trailed after the colonel. Emotionally exhausted, he had to clamp his", "Bettijean's smooth brow furrowed and she reached across the desk to\n grip his icy, sweating hands. \"Andy, do ... do you think it's ...\n well, an enemy?\"", "Everyone in the room froze as Andy spun around, dashed to Bettijean's\n desk and yanked out the wide, top drawer. He pawed through it,", "\"Now you know there's nothing to be afraid of,\" Andy said, feeling\n suddenly and ridiculously like a pill roller with a practiced bedside", "\"No, I don't think so,\" Andy said, patting her shoulder. \"There's\n certainly nothing secret about this epidemic. Now you just take it\n easy and—. Oh, here's a doctor now.\"", "\"RED PLAGUE SWEEPS NATION,\" the scare headline screamed. Andy's first\n glance caught such phrases as \"alleged Russian plot\" and \"germ\n warfare\" and \"authorities hopelessly baffled.\"" ], [ "comprehend what had happened. The situation might have been funny, or\n at least pathetic, if it hadn't been so desperate. Even so, Andy\n McCloud's nerves and patience had frayed thin.", "Bettijean's hand tighten reassuringly on his shoulder and he gave her\n a tired smile. Then he hunched forward and picked up a report. \"So say", "political borders of the United States!\nIllustrated by Schoenherr\nSergeant Major Andrew McCloud ignored the jangling telephones and the", "surviving on sandwiches and coffee, and we're fighting a war here that\n makes every other one look like a Sunday School picnic.\" He felt", "bit with his own importance. \"I have turned Washington upside down to\n get these two officers from the surgeon general's office. Sergeant.\n Corporal. You are relieved of your duties as of this moment. You will", "It was Bettijean who squeezed into the office and broke the brittle\n silence. \"Andy, for heaven's sake, what is it?\" Then she moved around\n the desk to stand behind him as he faced the officers.", "The doctor, a white-headed Air Force major, bustled into the room. A\n lab technician in a white smock was close behind. Andy could only\n shrug and indicate the girl.", "For a long moment he sat there, trying to draw strength from her,\n punishing his brain for the glimmer of an idea. Finally, shaking his\n head, he pushed back into his chair and reached for the sheaf of\n papers.", "as she put down a thick sheaf of papers. \"You look beat,\" she said.\n \"Brass give you much trouble?\"", "Andy fumbled for a cigarette and Bettijean passed him a match. A\n captain opened his mouth to speak, but the colonel shushed him.", "bunch more. No indication there. Except\"—she fished out a one-page\n report—\"some little town in Tennessee. Yesterday there was a campaign\n for everybody to write their congressman about some deal and today", "get out of here and let these people work.\"\nThe brass exited wordlessly. Bettijean sighed noisily. Andy found his\n cigarette dead and lit another. He fancied a tiny lever in his brain", "while. Let 'em have the whole stinking business. Whatever they do to\n us, at least we can get some sleep.\"", "know what to do. If you'll give us some co-operation and a priority,\n we'll try to figure this thing out.\"", "The general showed the colonel his back and motioned Andy into his\n chair. He glanced to Bettijean and a smile warmed his wedge face.\n \"Corporal, were you speaking just then as a woman or as a soldier?\"", "\"But I did find,\" Andy said, flipping through pages of his own\n scrawl, \"a society matron and her social secretary, a whole flock of", "and he shifted gears to direct his thinking back into the proper\n channel. Abruptly his fatigue began to lift. He picked up the new pile\n of reports Bettijean had brought in.", "\"Somebody in our outer office is organized,\" Andy said, pulling at his\n cigarette. \"Here're reports from a dozen military installations all\n lumped together.\"\n\n\n \"What does it show?\"", "\"At ease, colonel,\" the brigadier said sharply. He waited until the\n colonel had retreated, then addressed Andy. \"It's your show. What do\n you suggest?\"", "\"Now you know there's nothing to be afraid of,\" Andy said, feeling\n suddenly and ridiculously like a pill roller with a practiced bedside" ], [ "\"RED PLAGUE SWEEPS NATION,\" the scare headline screamed. Andy's first\n glance caught such phrases as \"alleged Russian plot\" and \"germ\n warfare\" and \"authorities hopelessly baffled.\"", "spreading like ... well, like a plague.\" Fear flickered deep in her\n dark eyes.", "\"What is it?\" he cried suddenly, banging the desk. \"People deathly\n ill, but nobody dying. And doctors can't identify the poison until", "THE PLAGUE\nBy TEDDY KELLER\nSuppose a strictly one hundred per cent American plague\n showed up.... One that attacked only people within the", "they have a fatality for an autopsy. People stricken in every part of\n the country, but the water systems are pure. How does it spread?\"", "She pulled up a chair and thumbed through the papers. \"So far, no\n fatalities. That's why there's no panic yet, I guess. But it's", "\"A day and half ago,\" Andy mused. \"Just about the time we knew we had\n an epidemic. And about the time they knew it.\"", "Andy stared at the top sheet and groaned. \"This may be something. Half\n the adult population of Aspen, Colorado, is down.\"", "\"The lab report isn't complete. They haven't had time to isolate the\n poison and prescribe medication. But\"—he held up a four-cent\n stamp—\"here's the villain, gentlemen.\"", "quick. They can phone or broadcast the medical information to doctors.\n The man on the phone said they could start emptying hospitals in six\n hours. And maybe we should release some propaganda. \"United States", "\"Black-out. By order of somebody higher up—no medical releases. Must\n mean they've got it.\" He scratched the growing stubble on his chin.", "\"But this is incredible,\" a two-star general wailed. \"A mysterious\n epidemic is sweeping the country, possibly an insidious germ attack", "\"It's hitting everybody,\" Bettijean said helplessly. \"Not many kids so\n far, thank heavens. But housewives, businessmen, office workers,", "\"No, I don't think so,\" Andy said, patting her shoulder. \"There's\n certainly nothing secret about this epidemic. Now you just take it\n easy and—. Oh, here's a doctor now.\"", "\"Have you got something?\" the brigadier asked. \"Some girl outside was\n babbling about writers and doctors, and dentists and college students,\n and little secretaries and big secretaries. Have you established a\n trend?\"", "everybody had it. But the country doctor in another section hadn't\n even heard of it.\" Andy could only shake his head.", "Andy tried to smile. \"One thing we do know. It's not a communicable\n thing. Thank heaven for—\"", "She mustered a smile, and breathed, \"Better. I ... I was so scared.\n Fever and dizzy ... symptoms like the epidemic.\"", "matrons, office workers—Aspen, Taos and college towns—thousands of\n people sick—but none in that valley in Tennessee—and few government", "of hair that give him such a boyish look. \"May I remind you, general,\"\n he said, \"that I've been entombed here for two years. My staff and I" ], [ "\"But good heavens,\" a chicken colonel moaned, \"this is all so\n irregular. A noncom!\" He said it like a dirty word.", "\"Sergeant,\" the chicken colonel barked, parading into the office.", "jaw against a huge laugh that struggled up in his throat. For just an\n instant there, the colonel had reminded him of a movie version of\n General Rommel strutting up and down before his tanks. But it wasn't a", "\"At ease, colonel,\" the brigadier said sharply. He waited until the\n colonel had retreated, then addressed Andy. \"It's your show. What do\n you suggest?\"", "The general showed the colonel his back and motioned Andy into his\n chair. He glanced to Bettijean and a smile warmed his wedge face.\n \"Corporal, were you speaking just then as a woman or as a soldier?\"", "\"Well, then, Sergeant.\" The colonel tried to relax his square face,\n but tension rode every weathered wrinkle and fear glinted behind the\n pale gray eyes. \"So you finally recognize the gravity of the\n situation.\"", "\"The old American ingenuity,\" the colonel said, reaching for Andy's\n phone. \"I knew we could lick it. Now all we have to do—\"", "swagger stick the colonel had tucked under his arm. It was a folded\n newspaper. Opening it, the colonel flung it down on Andy's desk.", "For a long moment he stared at his clenched fists. Then he exhaled\n slowly and, to the colonel, flatly and without apology, he said,", "The colonel and his captains wheeled, stared and saluted. \"Oh,\n general,\" the colonel said. \"I was just—\"", "\"That's enough,\" the colonel snapped. \"I had hoped that you two would\n co-operate, but....\" He let the sentence trail off as he swelled up a", "\"Corporal!\" the colonel roared.\nAnd from the door, an icy voice said, \"Yes, colonel?\"", "\"Colonel,\" she said levelly, \"you should know better than that.\"\n\n\n A shocked young captain exploded, \"Corporal. Maybe you'd better report\n to—\"", "The general gave both Andy and Bettijean a long, sober look, then\n launched himself from the chair. Pivoting, he said, \"Colonel, you and", "Andy swore under his breath and eyed the two young officers who\n trailed after the colonel. Emotionally exhausted, he had to clamp his", "\"I told you, general,\" he snapped to the flustered brigadier, \"Colonel\n Patterson was retired ten days ago. I don't know what happened. Maybe", "The general waved her to a chair and, oblivious of the colonel, pulled\n up a chair for himself. The last trace of humor drained from his face", "And the general was still chuckling as he picked up the lone four-cent\n stamp in his left hand, made a gun of his right hand, and marched the\n stamp out of the office under guard.\nTHE END", "Andy fumbled for a cigarette and Bettijean passed him a match. A\n captain opened his mouth to speak, but the colonel shushed him.", "The doctor, a white-headed Air Force major, bustled into the room. A\n lab technician in a white smock was close behind. Andy could only\n shrug and indicate the girl." ], [ "\"At ease, colonel,\" the brigadier said sharply. He waited until the\n colonel had retreated, then addressed Andy. \"It's your show. What do\n you suggest?\"", "comprehend what had happened. The situation might have been funny, or\n at least pathetic, if it hadn't been so desperate. Even so, Andy\n McCloud's nerves and patience had frayed thin.", "Andy swore under his breath and eyed the two young officers who\n trailed after the colonel. Emotionally exhausted, he had to clamp his", "The general gave both Andy and Bettijean a long, sober look, then\n launched himself from the chair. Pivoting, he said, \"Colonel, you and", "\"The old American ingenuity,\" the colonel said, reaching for Andy's\n phone. \"I knew we could lick it. Now all we have to do—\"", "The general showed the colonel his back and motioned Andy into his\n chair. He glanced to Bettijean and a smile warmed his wedge face.\n \"Corporal, were you speaking just then as a woman or as a soldier?\"", "\"That's enough,\" the colonel snapped. \"I had hoped that you two would\n co-operate, but....\" He let the sentence trail off as he swelled up a", "Andy fumbled for a cigarette and Bettijean passed him a match. A\n captain opened his mouth to speak, but the colonel shushed him.", "\"Well, then, Sergeant.\" The colonel tried to relax his square face,\n but tension rode every weathered wrinkle and fear glinted behind the\n pale gray eyes. \"So you finally recognize the gravity of the\n situation.\"", "The doctor, a white-headed Air Force major, bustled into the room. A\n lab technician in a white smock was close behind. Andy could only\n shrug and indicate the girl.", "swagger stick the colonel had tucked under his arm. It was a folded\n newspaper. Opening it, the colonel flung it down on Andy's desk.", "\"I told you, general,\" he snapped to the flustered brigadier, \"Colonel\n Patterson was retired ten days ago. I don't know what happened. Maybe", "For a long moment he stared at his clenched fists. Then he exhaled\n slowly and, to the colonel, flatly and without apology, he said,", "Andy didn't waste time standing. He merely nodded to the general,\n snubbed out his cigarette, and buzzed the intercom. \"Bettijean, will", "It was Bettijean who squeezed into the office and broke the brittle\n silence. \"Andy, for heaven's sake, what is it?\" Then she moved around\n the desk to stand behind him as he faced the officers.", "\"But good heavens,\" a chicken colonel moaned, \"this is all so\n irregular. A noncom!\" He said it like a dirty word.", "bit with his own importance. \"I have turned Washington upside down to\n get these two officers from the surgeon general's office. Sergeant.\n Corporal. You are relieved of your duties as of this moment. You will", "Andy dropped his haggard face into his hands. His voice came through\n muffled. \"I can sit here and cry.\" For an eternity he sat there,", "\"Now you know there's nothing to be afraid of,\" Andy said, feeling\n suddenly and ridiculously like a pill roller with a practiced bedside", "jaw against a huge laugh that struggled up in his throat. For just an\n instant there, the colonel had reminded him of a movie version of\n General Rommel strutting up and down before his tanks. But it wasn't a" ], [ "Andy tried to smile. \"One thing we do know. It's not a communicable\n thing. Thank heaven for—\"", "\"It's not contagious,\" Andy growled. \"Find some blankets or coats to\n cover her. And get a glass of water.\"", "Bettijean held up a paper and managed a confused smile. \"Here's a\n country doctor in Tennessee. He doesn't even know what it's all about.\n Nobody's sick in his valley.\"", "\"No, I don't think so,\" Andy said, patting her shoulder. \"There's\n certainly nothing secret about this epidemic. Now you just take it\n easy and—. Oh, here's a doctor now.\"", "But neither Andy nor Bettijean had heard a word after the mention of\n furlough. Like a pair of puppy-lovers, they were sinking into the\n depths of each other's eyes.", "\"Sure,\" Bettijean brightened, then sobered. \"Maybe not. The brass\n could keep it secret if an epidemic hit an army camp. And they could", "Bettijean's smooth brow furrowed and she reached across the desk to\n grip his icy, sweating hands. \"Andy, do ... do you think it's ...\n well, an enemy?\"", "Bettijean's hand tighten reassuringly on his shoulder and he gave her\n a tired smile. Then he hunched forward and picked up a report. \"So say", "It was Bettijean who squeezed into the office and broke the brittle\n silence. \"Andy, for heaven's sake, what is it?\" Then she moved around\n the desk to stand behind him as he faced the officers.", "\"What?\" Bettijean frowned over the report in her hands. \"It's the same\n thing—only not quite as severe—in Taos and Santa Fe, New Mexico.\"\n\n\n \"Writers?\"", "\"It could be just propaganda,\" Bettijean said hopefully, \"proving that\n they could cripple us from within.\"", "\"The lab report isn't complete. They haven't had time to isolate the\n poison and prescribe medication. But\"—he held up a four-cent\n stamp—\"here's the villain, gentlemen.\"", "The general looked to Bettijean, to Andy, to the stamp. He grinned and\n the grin became a rumbling laugh. \"How would you two like a thirty-day\n furlough to rest up—or to get better acquainted?\"", "\"Oh, good heavens!\" Bettijean cried, her fingers biting into Andy's\n shoulder. \"Do you have to come in here trying to throw your weight\n around when this man—\"", "hours.\" He felt a pressure behind him and swiveled his head to see\n Bettijean standing there. He tried to smile.", "comprehend what had happened. The situation might have been funny, or\n at least pathetic, if it hadn't been so desperate. Even so, Andy\n McCloud's nerves and patience had frayed thin.", "Bettijean sucked in a strained breath and her hand flew to her mouth.\n \"But you can't—\"", "down to a rasping whisper. But columns climbed up his rough chart and\n broken lines pointed vaguely to trends.\nIt was hours later when Bettijean came back into the office with", "\"But you said that postal workers weren't getting sick.\"\n\n\n Andy chucked. \"That's right. Did you ever see a post office clerk\n lick a stamp? They always use a sponge.\"", "Bettijean heaved herself up from the chair and trudged back to the\n outer office. She returned momentarily with a tray of food. Putting a" ], [ "comprehend what had happened. The situation might have been funny, or\n at least pathetic, if it hadn't been so desperate. Even so, Andy\n McCloud's nerves and patience had frayed thin.", "It was Bettijean who squeezed into the office and broke the brittle\n silence. \"Andy, for heaven's sake, what is it?\" Then she moved around\n the desk to stand behind him as he faced the officers.", "The doctor, a white-headed Air Force major, bustled into the room. A\n lab technician in a white smock was close behind. Andy could only\n shrug and indicate the girl.", "\"RED PLAGUE SWEEPS NATION,\" the scare headline screamed. Andy's first\n glance caught such phrases as \"alleged Russian plot\" and \"germ\n warfare\" and \"authorities hopelessly baffled.\"", "voice that gave even generals pause—by saying, \"Good morning. Office\n of the Civil Health and Germ Warfare Protection Co-ordinator.\" Now\n there was a switchboard out in the hall with a web of lines running to", "\"What is it?\" he cried suddenly, banging the desk. \"People deathly\n ill, but nobody dying. And doctors can't identify the poison until", "It was the girl who had been so nervous in his office earlier. Now she\n lay in a pathetic little heap between her desk and chair, whimpering,", "workers—just one girl in his office—and she was sicker and more\n frightened about a letter—and....", "a dozen girls at a half dozen desks wedged into the outer office. And\n now the harried girls answered with a hasty, \"Germ War Protection.\"", "Bettijean heaved herself up from the chair and trudged back to the\n outer office. She returned momentarily with a tray of food. Putting a", "\"The lab report isn't complete. They haven't had time to isolate the\n poison and prescribe medication. But\"—he held up a four-cent\n stamp—\"here's the villain, gentlemen.\"", "spreading like ... well, like a plague.\" Fear flickered deep in her\n dark eyes.", "Everyone in the room froze as Andy spun around, dashed to Bettijean's\n desk and yanked out the wide, top drawer. He pawed through it,", "\"It's hitting everybody,\" Bettijean said helplessly. \"Not many kids so\n far, thank heavens. But housewives, businessmen, office workers,", "get out of here and let these people work.\"\nThe brass exited wordlessly. Bettijean sighed noisily. Andy found his\n cigarette dead and lit another. He fancied a tiny lever in his brain", "\"No, I don't think so,\" Andy said, patting her shoulder. \"There's\n certainly nothing secret about this epidemic. Now you just take it\n easy and—. Oh, here's a doctor now.\"", "another stack of papers. Andy hung up his phone and reached for a\n cigarette. At that moment the door banged open. Nerves raw, Bettijean\n cried out. Andy's cigarette tumbled from his trembling fingers.", "THE PLAGUE\nBy TEDDY KELLER\nSuppose a strictly one hundred per cent American plague\n showed up.... One that attacked only people within the", "Then he ducked back to his own office and to the pile of reports. He\n was still poring over them when the general arrived. Half a dozen", "one moment to enjoy the sight of the slim, black-headed corporal who\n entered his office.\nBettijean crossed briskly to his desk. She gave him a motherly smile" ], [ "Ripping it open, he dumped the contents on the desk and clawed through\n the pile until he found what he wanted. Handing it to the lab\n technician, he said, \"Get me a report. Fast.\"", "\"The lab report isn't complete. They haven't had time to isolate the\n poison and prescribe medication. But\"—he held up a four-cent\n stamp—\"here's the villain, gentlemen.\"", "comprehend what had happened. The situation might have been funny, or\n at least pathetic, if it hadn't been so desperate. Even so, Andy\n McCloud's nerves and patience had frayed thin.", "The doctor, a white-headed Air Force major, bustled into the room. A\n lab technician in a white smock was close behind. Andy could only\n shrug and indicate the girl.", "other brass hats, none of whom had been to bed, were close behind. The\n lab technician arrived a minute later. He shook his head as he handed\n his hastily scribbled report to Andy.", "Andy bolted up from his chair. Racing to the door, he shouted back to\n Bettijean, \"Get a staff doctor and a chemist from the lab.\"", "Andy glanced at the lab report and his smile was as relieved as it was\n weary. \"Our problem,\" he said, \"was in figuring out what a writer does", "The technician darted out.\n\n\n Andy wheeled to Bettijean. \"Get the brass in here. And call the\n general first.\" To the doctor, he said, \"Give that girl the best of\n everything.\"", "\"What is it?\" he cried suddenly, banging the desk. \"People deathly\n ill, but nobody dying. And doctors can't identify the poison until", "stickum in barrels? Find out who had access. And ... oh, the phone\n call. That was the lab. The antidote's simple and the cure should be", "Bettijean's hand tighten reassuringly on his shoulder and he gave her\n a tired smile. Then he hunched forward and picked up a report. \"So say", "\"Don't hurry,\" Andy said, \"but I want you to tell me everything that\n you did—everything you ate or drank—in the last ... oh, twelve", "It was Bettijean who squeezed into the office and broke the brittle\n silence. \"Andy, for heaven's sake, what is it?\" Then she moved around\n the desk to stand behind him as he faced the officers.", "down to a rasping whisper. But columns climbed up his rough chart and\n broken lines pointed vaguely to trends.\nIt was hours later when Bettijean came back into the office with", "\"Somebody in our outer office is organized,\" Andy said, pulling at his\n cigarette. \"Here're reports from a dozen military installations all\n lumped together.\"\n\n\n \"What does it show?\"", "She move around the desk and sat, noting the phone book he had used,\n studying the names he had crossed off. \"Did you learn anything?\" she\n asked.", "Andy dropped his haggard face into his hands. His voice came through\n muffled. \"I can sit here and cry.\" For an eternity he sat there,", "Andy swallowed against his groan of disappointment. \"And you told her\n about what we were doing here.\"\n\n\n Janis nodded, and tears welled into her wide eyes.\n\n\n \"Did you mail it?\"", "\"But there's no evidence it was a plot yet. Could be pure\n accident—some chemical in the stickum spoiled. Do they keep the", "\"Have you got something?\" the brigadier asked. \"Some girl outside was\n babbling about writers and doctors, and dentists and college students,\n and little secretaries and big secretaries. Have you established a\n trend?\"" ] ]

[ "What is ironic about Captian Remo's assessment of the damage?", "Initially, the crew believes that the ship is repaired. What is still wrong with it?", "What happens if this problem is not repaired.", "Why does Dorothy feel apprehensive of Hind?", "How does Barry become ill?", "What is the doctor's diagnosis of Barry's illness.", "What is the first clue where the doctor notices Barry's drastic changes?", "What does Barry appear to be morphing into?", "When he is ill, who does not come and see Barry?", "In what physical ways does Barry change?" ]

[ [ "He believes that the damage will eventually grant them the use of a new ship.", "He believes that they ended up being lucky dispite the damage they encured.", "He believes that the damage will be blamed on him, giving him the perfect option to go home.", "He believes that the damage they encurred will be their ticket home." ], [ "There are space objects attached to an unseen part of the ship.", "Metal substances are keeping it from working properly.", "There is an invisible beam keeping it from moving.", "It has a hole in the fuel tank." ], [ "Nothing. Everything will opporate as usual.", "It will leave the ship vulnerable to a hostile takeover.", "The foreign material will cause the ship to become extremely difficult to maintain safely.", "The ship will loose oxygen, and the crew will die" ], [ "Something about his personality throws her off.", "She is not used to being with a man of means, and his money makes her feel uncomfortable.", "Nothing. She is completely in love with him.", "She dislikes the way he treats Barry." ], [ "His suit leaked, exposinging him to radiation.", "He is stricken with an unknown illness. ", "He is heartbroken over Dorothy choosing Hind over him,", "He catches an illness from another of the ship's passangers." ], [ "The doctor is confounded, and he has no prognosis for the illness.", "He is diagnosed with a rare strain of a tropical disease.", "He has radiation poisoning.", "He tells Barry that his symptoms are psychosomatic." ], [ "Barry loses interest in all food and water.", "He is able to take water into his body in a way that would have killed someone else. ", "He exhibits super human strength.", "He notices that Barry is covered in a layer of hair the likes of which the doctor has never seen." ], [ "A vamprire", "A fish", "A woman.", "A warewolf" ], [ "No one on the crew is allowed to see him", "The doctor", "The captian", "Dorothy" ], [ "He does not. It is all in his mind.", "He morphs into a dog-like creature.", "He grows small wings, but they are not strong enough for him to fly.", "He morphs into an aquatic creature." ] ]

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[ [ "Captain Reno surveyed the havoc. Young Ryan's body floated eerily in\n the zero gravity, charred into instant death by the back-blast. The", "The automatic lock clicked off as the jet room returned to habitable\n conditions, and at Captain Reno's gesture two men swung the door open.\n Quickly the commander entered the blasted jet room. Barry Barr was\n close behind him.", "Calmly Captain Reno voiced the thought in every mind.\n\n\n \"It must be cleared. From the outside.\"", "Into a miles-thick layer of opacity Four roared, with Captain Reno\n himself jockeying throttles to keep it balanced on its self-created\n support of flame.", "manipulating the emergency controls with Captain Reno at his elbow. One\n by one the crew crowded into the corridor and watched in tense silence.", "\"Turnover starts in six hours twelve minutes,\" the captain said\n meaningfully.", "When the water-mist finally forced her departure she left Barry joyous\n and confident of his eventual recovery. For a few minutes anger\n simmered in his brain as he contemplated the pleasure of rearranging\n Robson Hind's features.", "A few thousand miles out Four picked up a microbeam. A feeling of\n exultation surged through the ship as Captain Reno passed the word, for", "Barry was weak, but with Nick Podtiaguine steadying him he was waiting\n with the others when Captain Reno gave the last order.\n\n\n \"Airlock open. Both doors.\"", "The accident with the scaffold had been remarkably convenient, but\n this time the ruthless, restless, probably psychopathic drive that had", "apparently vegetarians, but thorough stupidity in tremendous bulk made\n them dangerous. One had damaged a building by blundering against it,\n and since then the colony had remained alert, using weapons to repel", "Robson Hind cleared his throat. \"We can change accelerators in two\n hours,\" he declared. With a quick reassumption of authority he began to\n order his crew into action.", "At last the job was completed. Hind made a final check, floated over to\n the control panel and started the fuel feed. With a confident smile he\n threw in the accelerator switch.", "Four had landed in a marsh with the midships lock only a few feet above\n a quagmire surface still steaming from the final rocket blast. Nearby", "Number One had bumbled in on visual, the pilot depending on the smeary\n images of infra-sight goggles. An inviting grassy plain had proved to", "Slowly his racing heartbeat returned to normal. Gradually he became\n aware of the stench of decaying plants and of musky taints he knew", "line accelerator was a shapeless ruin, but except for broken meter\n glasses and scorched control handles other mechanical damage appeared\n minor. They had been lucky.", "Then unexpected pain tore at his chest. Her lovely face took on an\n expression of fright even as it wavered and grew dim. The last thing he\n saw was Robson Hind looming beside her.", "He knew that not even the captain would order him through the airlock.\n\n\n But the members of the Five Ship Plan had been selected in part for a\n sense of responsibility.", "The bellow of the alarm horn brought Barry Barr fully awake, shattering\n a delightfully intimate dream of the dark haired girl he hoped to see" ], [ "At last the job was completed. Hind made a final check, floated over to\n the control panel and started the fuel feed. With a confident smile he\n threw in the accelerator switch.", "Robson Hind cleared his throat. \"We can change accelerators in two\n hours,\" he declared. With a quick reassumption of authority he began to\n order his crew into action.", "manipulating the emergency controls with Captain Reno at his elbow. One\n by one the crew crowded into the corridor and watched in tense silence.", "A few thousand miles out Four picked up a microbeam. A feeling of\n exultation surged through the ship as Captain Reno passed the word, for", "As quickly as possible he inched back to the airlock. Turnover had to\n start according to calculations.\nBarry opened his eyes. The ship was in normal deceleration and Nick\n Podtiaguine was watching him from a nearby bunk.", "The automatic lock clicked off as the jet room returned to habitable\n conditions, and at Captain Reno's gesture two men swung the door open.\n Quickly the commander entered the blasted jet room. Barry Barr was\n close behind him.", "He knew that not even the captain would order him through the airlock.\n\n\n But the members of the Five Ship Plan had been selected in part for a\n sense of responsibility.", "\"For the safety of the ship.\" That phrase, taken from the ancient\n Earthbound code of the sea, had occurred repeatedly in the", "One man had died, his swamp suit pierced by a poisonous thorn, but the\n others had hand-hauled the radio beacon piece by piece and set it up", "again soon in Venus Colony. As he unbuckled his bunk straps and started\n aft at a floating, bounding run his weightlessness told him instantly\n that Number Four was in free fall with dead drivers.", "the crew had proved the rightness of their choice as pioneers. For\n weeks they had floundered across the deadly terrain until at last,", "Several of the men swore under their breaths. Interplanetary space\n was constantly bombarded, with an intensity inverse to the prevailing", "The heavy hull dropped sickeningly, struck with a mushy thud, settled,\n steadied.", "But then a scaffold had slipped while Three was being readied, and with\n a fractured ankle he had been forced to miss the ship.", "Inside the ship it was safe enough, for the sleek hull was charged with\n a Kendall power-shield, impervious to nearly any Sigma concentration.", "Four had landed in a marsh with the midships lock only a few feet above\n a quagmire surface still steaming from the final rocket blast. Nearby", "\"You're almost in,\" a voice chanted into his headphones through\n crackling, sizzling static. \"Easy toward spherical one-thirty. Hold it!\n Lower. Lower. CUT YOUR POWER!\"", "He found himself a hero. The cook was ready to turn the galley inside\n out while a radio engineer and an entomologist hovered near to wait on", "Barry was weak, but with Nick Podtiaguine steadying him he was waiting\n with the others when Captain Reno gave the last order.\n\n\n \"Airlock open. Both doors.\"", "Slowly his racing heartbeat returned to normal. Gradually he became\n aware of the stench of decaying plants and of musky taints he knew" ], [ "apparently vegetarians, but thorough stupidity in tremendous bulk made\n them dangerous. One had damaged a building by blundering against it,\n and since then the colony had remained alert, using weapons to repel", "\"I'm assigned, not expendable,\" he protested hastily. \"If there were\n more trouble later....\" His face was pasty.", "Robson Hind cleared his throat. \"We can change accelerators in two\n hours,\" he declared. With a quick reassumption of authority he began to\n order his crew into action.", "A small crack appeared in the transparent plastic, branched under\n continued hammering, became a rough star. He gathered his waning\n strength, then swung once more. The tough plastic shattered.", "him. But he couldn't enjoy the meal. The sensations of heat and dryness\n he had noticed on awakening grew steadily worse. It became difficult to\n breathe.", "Assigned. That was the key word. Barry Barr felt a lump tightening\n in his stomach as the eyes shifted to him. He had some training in", "The accident with the scaffold had been remarkably convenient, but\n this time the ruthless, restless, probably psychopathic drive that had", "Jensen had mentioned during a second visit—but for that to happen he\n must remain alive. That meant easing all possible strains.", "He started to rise, and abruptly the room swirled and darkened around\n him. Even as he sank into unconsciousness he knew the answer.\n\n\n The suit's Kendall-shield had leaked!", "But then a scaffold had slipped while Three was being readied, and with\n a fractured ankle he had been forced to miss the ship.", "\"Stuff it,\" the sick man interrupted. \"I want favors. Can do?\"\n\n\n Nick nodded vigorously.\n\n\n \"First cut that air conditioner and get the window open.\"", "\"For the safety of the ship.\" That phrase, taken from the ancient\n Earthbound code of the sea, had occurred repeatedly in the", "He was back in eight hours, and with him came a dozen helpers. A\n power line and water tube were run through the metal partition to the\n corridor, connections were made, and the machine Barry had sketched was\n ready.", "He unclipped the magnetic detector from his belt and ran it inch by\n inch over the nozzle. He found one spot of metal, pinhead-sized, but", "enough to cause trouble, and once more swung his power chisel into\n stuttering action.", "Then unexpected pain tore at his chest. Her lovely face took on an\n expression of fright even as it wavered and grew dim. The last thing he\n saw was Robson Hind looming beside her.", "A few hours later Dr. Jensen found his patient in a normal sleep. The\n room was warm and the air was so filled with water-mist it was almost", "It was not enough, but it indicated he was on the right track. And he\n was not an engineer for nothing.\n\n\n \"Got a pencil?\" he asked.", "Barry accepted the outrageous statement unemotionally. He was beyond\n shock.\n\n\n \"But there must be—\"", "Slowly his racing heartbeat returned to normal. Gradually he became\n aware of the stench of decaying plants and of musky taints he knew" ], [ "Barry had felt a distrust of Hind apart from the normal dislike of\n rivalry. He had looked forward to being with Dorothy aboard Three, and", "inquiring. All the while he was aware of Robson Hind's presence in the\n Colony, and only weakness kept him from pacing his room like a caged\n animal.", "Then unexpected pain tore at his chest. Her lovely face took on an\n expression of fright even as it wavered and grew dim. The last thing he\n saw was Robson Hind looming beside her.", "\"Dorothy!\" he said fervently.\n\n\n Then his arms were around her and she was responding to his kiss.", "a sigh of disappointment. Days passed and still Dorothy did not come\n to him. He could not go to her, and stubborn pride kept him from even", "Then one day he woke from a nap and thought he was still dreaming.\n Dorothy was leaning over him.", "to believe and keep on believing to retain sanity in the face of the\n weird, unclassifiable feelings that surged through his body. Still\n he was subject to fits of almost suicidal depression, and Dorothy's", "When the water-mist finally forced her departure she left Barry joyous\n and confident of his eventual recovery. For a few minutes anger\n simmered in his brain as he contemplated the pleasure of rearranging\n Robson Hind's features.", "With breathing no longer a continuous agony Barry began to recover some\n of his strength. But for several days much of his time was spent in\n sleep and Dorothy Voorhees haunted his dreams.", "But even with his trickery Hind had lost.\n\n\n He slept, and woke with a feeling of doom.", "For an instant he thought he detected a sly gleam in Hind's eyes. But\n then the jet chief was pressing forward with the others to shake his\n hand.", "fact he hadn't even seen her during her last few days on Earth. But\n still he felt he had the inside track despite Hind's money and the", "Robson Hind, jet chief of Four and electronics expert for Venus Colony,\n hung back until others had gone in first. His handsome, heavy face had\n lost its usual ruddiness.", "had made no secret of his satisfaction when Hind's efforts to have\n himself transferred to Three also or the girl to Four had failed.", "a considerable share in the Five Ship Plan. Dorothy's failure to\n virtually fall into his arms had only piqued his desires.", "Rebellious reluctance flared briefly in Barry's mind. Dorothy Voorhees\n had refused to make a definite promise before blasting off in Three—in", "of first meeting he had sensed within her deep springs of suppressed\n emotion, and he had understood. He too had come up the hard way, alone,", "\"Robson wouldn't!\" she objected, shocked, but there was a note of doubt\n in her voice.\n\n\n Then she was in his arms, sobbing openly.", "Slowly his racing heartbeat returned to normal. Gradually he became\n aware of the stench of decaying plants and of musky taints he knew", "But Robson Hind too had been attracted. He was the only son of the\n business manager of the great Hoskins Corporation which carried" ], [ "trained in first aid could do little to relieve Barry's distress.\n Fainting spells alternated with fever and delirium and an unquenchable\n thirst. His breathing became increasingly difficult.", "The doctor shook his head as he backed out, his clothes clinging wet\n from the short exposure.\n\n\n It was abnormal.\n\n\n But so was Barry Barr.", "But Barry took one deep breath, then another. The stabbing needles in\n his chest blunted, and the choking band around his throat loosened.", "With breathing no longer a continuous agony Barry began to recover some\n of his strength. But for several days much of his time was spent in\n sleep and Dorothy Voorhees haunted his dreams.", "cutting. Soon it became a tedious, torturingly strenuous manual task\n requiring little conscious thought, and Barry's mind touched briefly on\n the events that had brought him here.", "\"I could eat a cow with the smallpox,\" Barry declared.\n\n\n Nick grinned. \"No doubt. You slept around the clock and more. Nice job\n of work out there.\"", "But despite the doctor's pessimistic reports that the changes had not\n stopped, Barry continued to tell himself he was recovering. He had", "Bubbles floated upward and burst. Then Barry Barr was lying in the ooze\n of the bottom. And he was breathing, extracting vital oxygen from the\n brackish, silt-clouded water.\nIII", "Barry developed definite external signs of what the Sigma radiation had\n done to him. The skin between his fingers and toes spread, grew into\n membranous webs. The swellings in his neck became more pronounced and", "Dr. Jensen shook his head thoughtfully. \"There's not a thing—not a\n damned solitary thing—I can do. It's something new to medical science.\"\n\n\n Barry lay still.", "\"Water!\" Barry croaked.\n\n\n The doctor held out a glass. Then his eyes widened incredulously as his\n patient deliberately drew in a breath while drinking, sucking water\n directly into his lungs.", "When the water-mist finally forced her departure she left Barry joyous\n and confident of his eventual recovery. For a few minutes anger\n simmered in his brain as he contemplated the pleasure of rearranging\n Robson Hind's features.", "Assigned. That was the key word. Barry Barr felt a lump tightening\n in his stomach as the eyes shifted to him. He had some training in", "Barry scratched his neck, where a thickened, darkening patch on each\n side itched infuriatingly.\n\n\n \"What are these changes?\" he asked. \"What's this?\"", "Barry threw himself aside. The spear point plunged deep into the\n sticky, yielding bottom and Barry grappled with its wielder.", "Then Barry struck, felt his knife slice flesh and grate against bone.\n He struck again even as the undersea being screamed and went limp.\n\n\n Barry stared through the reddening water.", "Barry Barr had volunteered, and because the enlightened guesses of the\n experts called for men and women familiar with tropical conditions,", "Nick stared as though he were demented, but obeyed, unbolting the heavy\n plastic window panel and lifting it aside. He made a face at the damp,\n malodorous Venusian air but to Barry it brought relief.", "Barry's mind was working furiously. The changes the Sigma radiations\n had inflicted upon his body might reverse themselves spontaneously, Dr.", "Barry braced his feet against the bottom and leaped. His head butted\n the attacker's chest and at the same instant he lashed a short jab to\n the creature's belly. It slumped momentarily, its face working." ], [ "The doctor shook his head as he backed out, his clothes clinging wet\n from the short exposure.\n\n\n It was abnormal.\n\n\n But so was Barry Barr.", "Dr. Jensen shook his head thoughtfully. \"There's not a thing—not a\n damned solitary thing—I can do. It's something new to medical science.\"\n\n\n Barry lay still.", "But despite the doctor's pessimistic reports that the changes had not\n stopped, Barry continued to tell himself he was recovering. He had", "trained in first aid could do little to relieve Barry's distress.\n Fainting spells alternated with fever and delirium and an unquenchable\n thirst. His breathing became increasingly difficult.", "When the doctor came in again Barry asked him to find Nick Podtiaguine.\n Within a few minutes the mechanic appeared.\n\n\n \"Cheez, it's good to see you, Barry,\" he began.", "\"Water!\" Barry croaked.\n\n\n The doctor held out a glass. Then his eyes widened incredulously as his\n patient deliberately drew in a breath while drinking, sucking water\n directly into his lungs.", "But Barry took one deep breath, then another. The stabbing needles in\n his chest blunted, and the choking band around his throat loosened.", "With breathing no longer a continuous agony Barry began to recover some\n of his strength. But for several days much of his time was spent in\n sleep and Dorothy Voorhees haunted his dreams.", "\"Those things seem to be—\" the doctor began hesitantly. \"Damn it, I\n know it sounds crazy but they're rudimentary gills.\"", "Barry's mind was working furiously. The changes the Sigma radiations\n had inflicted upon his body might reverse themselves spontaneously, Dr.", "Assigned. That was the key word. Barry Barr felt a lump tightening\n in his stomach as the eyes shifted to him. He had some training in", "\"I could eat a cow with the smallpox,\" Barry declared.\n\n\n Nick grinned. \"No doubt. You slept around the clock and more. Nice job\n of work out there.\"", "Barry scratched his neck, where a thickened, darkening patch on each\n side itched infuriatingly.\n\n\n \"What are these changes?\" he asked. \"What's this?\"", "She seemed utterly independent, self-contained, completely intellectual\n despite her beauty, but Barry had not been deceived. From the moment", "Bubbles floated upward and burst. Then Barry Barr was lying in the ooze\n of the bottom. And he was breathing, extracting vital oxygen from the\n brackish, silt-clouded water.\nIII", "When the water-mist finally forced her departure she left Barry joyous\n and confident of his eventual recovery. For a few minutes anger\n simmered in his brain as he contemplated the pleasure of rearranging\n Robson Hind's features.", "Barry developed definite external signs of what the Sigma radiation had\n done to him. The skin between his fingers and toes spread, grew into\n membranous webs. The swellings in his neck became more pronounced and", "But the person for whom he waited most anxiously did not arrive. At\n each knock Barry's heart would leap, and each time he settled back with", "\"Your body is undergoing certain radical changes,\" the doctor\n continued, \"and you know as much—more about your condition than I do.", "Barry nodded, a smile beginning to spread across his drawn features.\n\n\n \"Perfect. Now put the window back.\"" ], [ "The doctor shook his head as he backed out, his clothes clinging wet\n from the short exposure.\n\n\n It was abnormal.\n\n\n But so was Barry Barr.", "But despite the doctor's pessimistic reports that the changes had not\n stopped, Barry continued to tell himself he was recovering. He had", "Dr. Jensen shook his head thoughtfully. \"There's not a thing—not a\n damned solitary thing—I can do. It's something new to medical science.\"\n\n\n Barry lay still.", "When the doctor came in again Barry asked him to find Nick Podtiaguine.\n Within a few minutes the mechanic appeared.\n\n\n \"Cheez, it's good to see you, Barry,\" he began.", "trained in first aid could do little to relieve Barry's distress.\n Fainting spells alternated with fever and delirium and an unquenchable\n thirst. His breathing became increasingly difficult.", "Barry developed definite external signs of what the Sigma radiation had\n done to him. The skin between his fingers and toes spread, grew into\n membranous webs. The swellings in his neck became more pronounced and", "Barry scratched his neck, where a thickened, darkening patch on each\n side itched infuriatingly.\n\n\n \"What are these changes?\" he asked. \"What's this?\"", "Barry's mind was working furiously. The changes the Sigma radiations\n had inflicted upon his body might reverse themselves spontaneously, Dr.", "\"Water!\" Barry croaked.\n\n\n The doctor held out a glass. Then his eyes widened incredulously as his\n patient deliberately drew in a breath while drinking, sucking water\n directly into his lungs.", "Assigned. That was the key word. Barry Barr felt a lump tightening\n in his stomach as the eyes shifted to him. He had some training in", "But Barry took one deep breath, then another. The stabbing needles in\n his chest blunted, and the choking band around his throat loosened.", "\"Those things seem to be—\" the doctor began hesitantly. \"Damn it, I\n know it sounds crazy but they're rudimentary gills.\"", "She seemed utterly independent, self-contained, completely intellectual\n despite her beauty, but Barry had not been deceived. From the moment", "Barry was fully awake now. \"I'm not married. I have no child.\n I've never been in Philadelphia,\" he shouted. His lips thinned.", "Barry nodded, a smile beginning to spread across his drawn features.\n\n\n \"Perfect. Now put the window back.\"", "With breathing no longer a continuous agony Barry began to recover some\n of his strength. But for several days much of his time was spent in\n sleep and Dorothy Voorhees haunted his dreams.", "cutting. Soon it became a tedious, torturingly strenuous manual task\n requiring little conscious thought, and Barry's mind touched briefly on\n the events that had brought him here.", "The bellow of the alarm horn brought Barry Barr fully awake, shattering\n a delightfully intimate dream of the dark haired girl he hoped to see", "Bubbles floated upward and burst. Then Barry Barr was lying in the ooze\n of the bottom. And he was breathing, extracting vital oxygen from the\n brackish, silt-clouded water.\nIII", "\"Huh?\" he grunted. \"Who? Me?\"\n\n\n \"Please, Barry, don't lie. She wrote to me before Three blasted\n off—oh, the most piteous letter!\"" ], [ "Barry developed definite external signs of what the Sigma radiation had\n done to him. The skin between his fingers and toes spread, grew into\n membranous webs. The swellings in his neck became more pronounced and", "The doctor shook his head as he backed out, his clothes clinging wet\n from the short exposure.\n\n\n It was abnormal.\n\n\n But so was Barry Barr.", "Barry braced his feet against the bottom and leaped. His head butted\n the attacker's chest and at the same instant he lashed a short jab to\n the creature's belly. It slumped momentarily, its face working.", "But Barry took one deep breath, then another. The stabbing needles in\n his chest blunted, and the choking band around his throat loosened.", "Bubbles floated upward and burst. Then Barry Barr was lying in the ooze\n of the bottom. And he was breathing, extracting vital oxygen from the\n brackish, silt-clouded water.\nIII", "Barry scratched his neck, where a thickened, darkening patch on each\n side itched infuriatingly.\n\n\n \"What are these changes?\" he asked. \"What's this?\"", "Hallucination, Barry told himself. Then one of the figures broke from\n the group. Almost overhead it turned sharply downward and the feet\n moved in a powerful flutter-kick. A slender spear aimed directly at the\n Earthman.", "Then Barry struck, felt his knife slice flesh and grate against bone.\n He struck again even as the undersea being screamed and went limp.\n\n\n Barry stared through the reddening water.", "Assigned. That was the key word. Barry Barr felt a lump tightening\n in his stomach as the eyes shifted to him. He had some training in", "Barry threw himself aside. The spear point plunged deep into the\n sticky, yielding bottom and Barry grappled with its wielder.", "Pointed fingernails raked his cheek. Barry's balled fist swung\n in a roundhouse blow but water resistance slowed the punch to\n ineffectiveness. The creature only shook its head and came in kicking\n and clawing.", "cutting. Soon it became a tedious, torturingly strenuous manual task\n requiring little conscious thought, and Barry's mind touched briefly on\n the events that had brought him here.", "Barry nodded, a smile beginning to spread across his drawn features.\n\n\n \"Perfect. Now put the window back.\"", "When the water-mist finally forced her departure she left Barry joyous\n and confident of his eventual recovery. For a few minutes anger\n simmered in his brain as he contemplated the pleasure of rearranging\n Robson Hind's features.", "Barry's mind was working furiously. The changes the Sigma radiations\n had inflicted upon his body might reverse themselves spontaneously, Dr.", "Barry Barr—Earthman transmuted—swap\n \nhis Terran heritage for the deep dark", "trained in first aid could do little to relieve Barry's distress.\n Fainting spells alternated with fever and delirium and an unquenchable\n thirst. His breathing became increasingly difficult.", "She seemed utterly independent, self-contained, completely intellectual\n despite her beauty, but Barry had not been deceived. From the moment", "Dr. Jensen shook his head thoughtfully. \"There's not a thing—not a\n damned solitary thing—I can do. It's something new to medical science.\"\n\n\n Barry lay still.", "Barry found the debris of the meteorite, an ugly shining splotch\n against the dull superceramic tube, readied his power chisel, started" ], [ "When the doctor came in again Barry asked him to find Nick Podtiaguine.\n Within a few minutes the mechanic appeared.\n\n\n \"Cheez, it's good to see you, Barry,\" he began.", "But the person for whom he waited most anxiously did not arrive. At\n each knock Barry's heart would leap, and each time he settled back with", "trained in first aid could do little to relieve Barry's distress.\n Fainting spells alternated with fever and delirium and an unquenchable\n thirst. His breathing became increasingly difficult.", "After a few days Dr. Jensen permitted him to have visitors. They came\n in a steady stream, the people from Four and men he had not seen since", "Barry paid little attention to the noisy greetings and excited talk.\n Impatiently he trotted toward the rock ledge, searching for one\n particular figure among the men and women who waited.", "But despite the doctor's pessimistic reports that the changes had not\n stopped, Barry continued to tell himself he was recovering. He had", "The doctor shook his head as he backed out, his clothes clinging wet\n from the short exposure.\n\n\n It was abnormal.\n\n\n But so was Barry Barr.", "Training Base days, and although none could endure his semi-liquid\n atmosphere more than a few minutes at a time Barry enjoyed their visits.", "Dr. Jensen shook his head thoughtfully. \"There's not a thing—not a\n damned solitary thing—I can do. It's something new to medical science.\"\n\n\n Barry lay still.", "With breathing no longer a continuous agony Barry began to recover some\n of his strength. But for several days much of his time was spent in\n sleep and Dorothy Voorhees haunted his dreams.", "\"I could eat a cow with the smallpox,\" Barry declared.\n\n\n Nick grinned. \"No doubt. You slept around the clock and more. Nice job\n of work out there.\"", "She seemed utterly independent, self-contained, completely intellectual\n despite her beauty, but Barry had not been deceived. From the moment", "\"Huh?\" he grunted. \"Who? Me?\"\n\n\n \"Please, Barry, don't lie. She wrote to me before Three blasted\n off—oh, the most piteous letter!\"", "But Barry took one deep breath, then another. The stabbing needles in\n his chest blunted, and the choking band around his throat loosened.", "Barry had felt a distrust of Hind apart from the normal dislike of\n rivalry. He had looked forward to being with Dorothy aboard Three, and", "Barry Barr had volunteered, and because the enlightened guesses of the\n experts called for men and women familiar with tropical conditions,", "Assigned. That was the key word. Barry Barr felt a lump tightening\n in his stomach as the eyes shifted to him. He had some training in", "When the water-mist finally forced her departure she left Barry joyous\n and confident of his eventual recovery. For a few minutes anger\n simmered in his brain as he contemplated the pleasure of rearranging\n Robson Hind's features.", "Barry was fully awake now. \"I'm not married. I have no child.\n I've never been in Philadelphia,\" he shouted. His lips thinned.", "The bellow of the alarm horn brought Barry Barr fully awake, shattering\n a delightfully intimate dream of the dark haired girl he hoped to see" ], [ "Barry developed definite external signs of what the Sigma radiation had\n done to him. The skin between his fingers and toes spread, grew into\n membranous webs. The swellings in his neck became more pronounced and", "But Barry took one deep breath, then another. The stabbing needles in\n his chest blunted, and the choking band around his throat loosened.", "The doctor shook his head as he backed out, his clothes clinging wet\n from the short exposure.\n\n\n It was abnormal.\n\n\n But so was Barry Barr.", "cutting. Soon it became a tedious, torturingly strenuous manual task\n requiring little conscious thought, and Barry's mind touched briefly on\n the events that had brought him here.", "Barry scratched his neck, where a thickened, darkening patch on each\n side itched infuriatingly.\n\n\n \"What are these changes?\" he asked. \"What's this?\"", "Bubbles floated upward and burst. Then Barry Barr was lying in the ooze\n of the bottom. And he was breathing, extracting vital oxygen from the\n brackish, silt-clouded water.\nIII", "But despite the doctor's pessimistic reports that the changes had not\n stopped, Barry continued to tell himself he was recovering. He had", "Assigned. That was the key word. Barry Barr felt a lump tightening\n in his stomach as the eyes shifted to him. He had some training in", "trained in first aid could do little to relieve Barry's distress.\n Fainting spells alternated with fever and delirium and an unquenchable\n thirst. His breathing became increasingly difficult.", "She seemed utterly independent, self-contained, completely intellectual\n despite her beauty, but Barry had not been deceived. From the moment", "Barry's mind was working furiously. The changes the Sigma radiations\n had inflicted upon his body might reverse themselves spontaneously, Dr.", "Barry threw himself aside. The spear point plunged deep into the\n sticky, yielding bottom and Barry grappled with its wielder.", "Then Barry struck, felt his knife slice flesh and grate against bone.\n He struck again even as the undersea being screamed and went limp.\n\n\n Barry stared through the reddening water.", "Barry braced his feet against the bottom and leaped. His head butted\n the attacker's chest and at the same instant he lashed a short jab to\n the creature's belly. It slumped momentarily, its face working.", "When the water-mist finally forced her departure she left Barry joyous\n and confident of his eventual recovery. For a few minutes anger\n simmered in his brain as he contemplated the pleasure of rearranging\n Robson Hind's features.", "With breathing no longer a continuous agony Barry began to recover some\n of his strength. But for several days much of his time was spent in\n sleep and Dorothy Voorhees haunted his dreams.", "Barry nodded, a smile beginning to spread across his drawn features.\n\n\n \"Perfect. Now put the window back.\"", "Nick stared as though he were demented, but obeyed, unbolting the heavy\n plastic window panel and lifting it aside. He made a face at the damp,\n malodorous Venusian air but to Barry it brought relief.", "He was back in eight hours, and with him came a dozen helpers. A\n power line and water tube were run through the metal partition to the\n corridor, connections were made, and the machine Barry had sketched was\n ready.", "The bellow of the alarm horn brought Barry Barr fully awake, shattering\n a delightfully intimate dream of the dark haired girl he hoped to see" ] ]

[ "What is the author's purpose in writing Paragraph 2?", "What does the author mean when he writes \"They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.\"", "What is the significance of the title?", "What more than likely was causing the physical symptoms of the captain?", "According to the story what are the two components of gold?", "What was the \"unreasoning arrogance\" that the Captain spoke of?", "What was the significance of the gold ship being abandoned?", "What is ironic about the ending of the story?" ]

[ [ "There was no purpose", "To add historical characters to the story", "To provide credibility to the historical content being written", "To emphasize the history of cost" ], [ "The crew was able to get rich of their findings", "The lust for gold took a toll on the skipper and crew", "The crew died", "They were punished for their crimes" ], [ "The Captain didn't act like a captain at all", "Midas was a Greek God", "It is the name of the protagonist", "No significance at all" ], [ "The gold was poisonous", "Stress of the crew stealing gold", "Aging", "The stress of finding gold" ], [ "Iron, Oxygen", "Lust and Cost", "Captain and his crew", "Location and Transportation" ], [ "Gold could be salvaged for riches", "The crew's cocky attitude", "That the captain didn't believe there was any danger in space", "That man was the only life in space" ], [ "Greed does not allow it to be controlled", "It supports the idea that space travel is dangerous", "The cut in the ship displays the violence gold causes", "That there is no other life in the universe" ], [ "It wasn't advanced weaponry that hurt Spinelli, but old fashioned combat", "Spinelli never was interested in the gold", "The captain worried about violence from the crew however he killed his own crew member", "The second in command charged the captain" ] ]

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[ [ "stomach and nailed him on the point of the jaw with a right from my\n shoe-tops. He straightened up and sprawled heavily to the deck, still", "The flesh hangs on my bones like a yellow cloth on a rickety frame. I\n am old, old. And I wait here on my hospital cot—wait for the weight of", "I'm a queer one to be saying these things, but then, who has more\n right? Look at me. My hair is gray and my face ... my face is a mask.", "\"Sections XVIII, Paragraph 8 of the Code Regulating Interplanetary\n Astrogation and Commerce,\" I read, \"Any vessel or part of vessel found", "Here was treasure beyond his wildest dreams! How\n\n could he know his dreams should have been nightmares?\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "The Maid hove to about a hundred yards from her and hung there, dwarfed\n by the mighty glistening ship. I called for volunteers and we prepared", "If you doubt that—and I can see you do—just look at me. I suppose\n you've never heard of the Martian Maid, and so you don't know the story", "and brought my joined fists down hard on the back of his neck. He\n stumbled against the bulkhead and his eyes were glazed. He charged\n again, roaring. I stepped aside and smashed him in the mouth with my", "the ken of men as I looked at her through the port. I would never know\n what killed her, or where she was going, or whence she came. Yet she", "Taking the Aldis from him I tried to raise them and failed. Two hours\n later I was still failing and Spinelli's black eyes glittered with an\n animal suspicion.", "Suddenly I became conscious of being very tired. My mind wasn't\n functioning quite clearly. And my arm and hand ached painfully. I\n rubbed the fingers to get some life back into them, still wondering\n about Spinelli.", "of what happened to her crew or her skipper. I can give you this much\n of an answer.\nI\nwas her skipper. And her crew? They ride high in the", "He dropped two chunks of metal on my desk. \"I brought back some samples\n of her pressure hull,\" he said, \"The whole thing is made of this\n stuff....\"", "seen before. I had the radar fixed on her and then I retired with my\n slide rule to Control. It wasn't long before I discovered that the\n derelict ship was on a near collision course, but there was something", "Something had wounded her ... perhaps ten million years ago ... perhaps\n yesterday. She was gashed deeply from stem to stern with a jagged rip", "that bared her mangled innards. A wandering asteroid? A meteor? We\n would never know. It gave me an uncomfortable feeling of things beyond", "any thing for nothing. So add this: Cost. Or you might call it pain,\n sorrow, agony. Call it what you like. It's what you pay for great\n treasure....", "Suddenly terrified, I dropped the chunk as though it were white hot. It\n struck the table with a dull thud and lay there, a rich yellow lump of\n metallic lustre.", "vessel locating said abandoned or disabled vessel except in such cases\n as the ownership of said abandoned or disabled vessel may be readily\n ascertained....\" I looked up and closed the book. \"Simply stated, that", "You smile. You are thinking that I'm just an old man, beached\n earthside, spinning tall tales to impress the youngsters. Maybe," ], [ "They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their\n lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.", "Each night I slept with a hunk of yellow gold under my bunk, and\n ridiculously I fondled the stuff and dreamed of all the things I would\n have when the starship was cut up and sold.", "stuff of which that whole mammoth spaceship from the stars was\n built—was now....\nGold!\nI scarcely dared believe it, but there it was staring at me from my", "any thing for nothing. So add this: Cost. Or you might call it pain,\n sorrow, agony. Call it what you like. It's what you pay for great\n treasure....", "ship. The Holcomb Foundation was founded for the purpose of\n developing spaceflight, and as the years went by it took on the whole\n responsibility for the building and dispatching of space ships. Never", "\"Sure I did,\" he sneered. \"Did you expect me to shut up and let you\n land the ship yourself and claim Captain's share?\nI\nfound her, and\n she's mine!\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nGold! A magic word, even today, isn't it? Lust and gold ... they go", "The first thing about the derelict that struck us as we drew near was\n her size. No ship ever built in the Foundation Yards had ever attained\n such gargantuan proportions. She must have stretched a full thousand", "That way Zaleski would be outnumbered if he tried to skip with the\n treasure ship. But, of course, I couldn't risk telling them that they\n were to be handling a vessel practically made of gold.", "Reluctantly his eyes left the lump of gold and met mine. \"From the\n derelict, Captain?\" There was an imperceptible pause between the last\n two words.", "Looking at that circle of faces I saw the beginnings of greed. The\n first impact of the Metering Officer's words wore off quickly and soon\n every man of my crew was thinking that anything from the stars would be\n worth money ... lots of money.", "The flesh hangs on my bones like a yellow cloth on a rickety frame. I\n am old, old. And I wait here on my hospital cot—wait for the weight of", "of what happened to her crew or her skipper. I can give you this much\n of an answer.\nI\nwas her skipper. And her crew? They ride high in the", "need good men. But the gold-hunger I had seen in his eyes warned me\n to beware. I shook my head. \"You will stay on board the Maid with me,", "The Maid hove to about a hundred yards from her and hung there, dwarfed\n by the mighty glistening ship. I called for volunteers and we prepared", "were, and we were proud of it. We hung onto what we found because the\n risks were high and we were entitled to keep what we could out there.\n But there are strange things in the sky. Things that don't respond to", "Here was treasure beyond his wildest dreams! How\n\n could he know his dreams should have been nightmares?\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "Then I began thinking about it. Suppose now, just suppose, that Zaleski\n told the rest of the crew about the gold. It wouldn't be too hard", "high pay and hard living. Spinelli, Shelley, Cohn, Marvin, Zaleski.\n There wasn't a man on board who wouldn't have traded his immortal soul", "I'm poor, too, or else I wouldn't be here in this place of dying for\n old spacemen. I haven't a dime except for the pittance the Holcomb" ], [ "the ken of men as I looked at her through the port. I would never know\n what killed her, or where she was going, or whence she came. Yet she", "I didn't know, that night as I stood in the valve of the Maid, watching\n the loading cranes pull away, that I was starting out on my last", "The flesh hangs on my bones like a yellow cloth on a rickety frame. I\n am old, old. And I wait here on my hospital cot—wait for the weight of", "They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their\n lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.", "If you doubt that—and I can see you do—just look at me. I suppose\n you've never heard of the Martian Maid, and so you don't know the story", "Something had wounded her ... perhaps ten million years ago ... perhaps\n yesterday. She was gashed deeply from stem to stern with a jagged rip", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nGold! A magic word, even today, isn't it? Lust and gold ... they go", "The Maid hove to about a hundred yards from her and hung there, dwarfed\n by the mighty glistening ship. I called for volunteers and we prepared", "vessel locating said abandoned or disabled vessel except in such cases\n as the ownership of said abandoned or disabled vessel may be readily\n ascertained....\" I looked up and closed the book. \"Simply stated, that", "any thing for nothing. So add this: Cost. Or you might call it pain,\n sorrow, agony. Call it what you like. It's what you pay for great\n treasure....", "Here was treasure beyond his wildest dreams! How\n\n could he know his dreams should have been nightmares?\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "seen before. I had the radar fixed on her and then I retired with my\n slide rule to Control. It wasn't long before I discovered that the\n derelict ship was on a near collision course, but there was something", "were, and we were proud of it. We hung onto what we found because the\n risks were high and we were entitled to keep what we could out there.\n But there are strange things in the sky. Things that don't respond to", "that bared her mangled innards. A wandering asteroid? A meteor? We\n would never know. It gave me an uncomfortable feeling of things beyond", "The first thing about the derelict that struck us as we drew near was\n her size. No ship ever built in the Foundation Yards had ever attained\n such gargantuan proportions. She must have stretched a full thousand", "stomach and nailed him on the point of the jaw with a right from my\n shoe-tops. He straightened up and sprawled heavily to the deck, still", "mystery surrounded her like a shroud, protecting the world that gave\n her birth mutely but effectively. The distance she must have come was", "flight. I don't think any of the others could have guessed, either.\n It was the sort of night that you only see on Mars. The sort of night", "unthinkable. And the time it had taken...? Aeons. Millennia. For she\n was drifting, dead in space, slowly spinning end over end as she swung", "I'm a queer one to be saying these things, but then, who has more\n right? Look at me. My hair is gray and my face ... my face is a mask." ], [ "Captain,\" he said. I could see that he hadn't missed the inference of\n those figures on the chart.", "He didn't say a thing, but his big shoulders hunched angrily and\n he moved across the deck toward me, his hands opening and closing\n spasmodically. His eyes were wild with rage and avarice.", "Stark suspicion leaped into his eyes. I could see the wheels turning\n slowly in his mind. Somehow, he was thinking, I was planning to cheat\n him of his rightful share of the derelict treasure ship.", "of what happened to her crew or her skipper. I can give you this much\n of an answer.\nI\nwas her skipper. And her crew? They ride high in the", "There was a long silence before Zaleski shifted his two hundred pounds\n uneasily and gave a form to the muted fear inside me. \"You think ...\n you think it came from the\nstars\n, Captain?\"", "My weariness grew. It became almost chronic, and I soon wondered if\n I hadn't picked up a touch of space-radiation fever. The flesh of my", "Suddenly I became conscious of being very tired. My mind wasn't\n functioning quite clearly. And my arm and hand ached painfully. I\n rubbed the fingers to get some life back into them, still wondering\n about Spinelli.", "stomach and nailed him on the point of the jaw with a right from my\n shoe-tops. He straightened up and sprawled heavily to the deck, still", "Reluctantly his eyes left the lump of gold and met mine. \"From the\n derelict, Captain?\" There was an imperceptible pause between the last\n two words.", "\"They're faking!\"\n\n\n \"Like hell they are!\" I snapped irritably, \"Something's gone wrong....\"\n\n\n \"Zaleski's gone wrong, that's what!\"", "Spinelli said, \"Do we look her over, Captain?\"\n\n\n They all looked at me, waiting for my answer. I knew it would be worth\n plenty, and money hunger was like a fever inside me.", "hands seemed paler than it had been. My arms felt heavy. I determined\n to report myself to the Foundation medics on Callisto. There's no\n telling what can happen to a man in space....", "The light was winking out a message, but feebly, as though the hand\n that held the lamp were shaking and the mind conceiving the words were\n failing.", "been a wild sound in those moments of discovery....\nA slight sound behind me made me spin around in my chair. Framed in the\n doorway was the heavy figure of my Third Officer, Spinelli. His black", "When I discovered it I felt the rage mount in me. He was willing to\n blast every one of his shipmates into pulp should the hulk vary from", "\"Sure I did,\" he sneered. \"Did you expect me to shut up and let you\n land the ship yourself and claim Captain's share?\nI\nfound her, and\n she's mine!\"", "The Maid hove to about a hundred yards from her and hung there, dwarfed\n by the mighty glistening ship. I called for volunteers and we prepared", "Spinelli bit his thick lips and did not reply. His eyes were fixed on\n the image of the starship on the viewplate.\n\n\n A light blinked erratically within the dark cut of its wounded side.", "seen before. I had the radar fixed on her and then I retired with my\n slide rule to Control. It wasn't long before I discovered that the\n derelict ship was on a near collision course, but there was something", "I might have let him go under ordinary circumstances, for he was a\n first class spaceman and the handling of a jury-rigged hulk would" ], [ "stuff of which that whole mammoth spaceship from the stars was\n built—was now....\nGold!\nI scarcely dared believe it, but there it was staring at me from my", "Each night I slept with a hunk of yellow gold under my bunk, and\n ridiculously I fondled the stuff and dreamed of all the things I would\n have when the starship was cut up and sold.", "They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their\n lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.", "Suddenly terrified, I dropped the chunk as though it were white hot. It\n struck the table with a dull thud and lay there, a rich yellow lump of\n metallic lustre.", "I picked up the two samples of gleaming metal and called for a\n metallurgical testing kit. \"I'm going to try and find out if this stuff\n is worth anything....\"", "drawing energy from somewhere, the energy it needed to find stability\n in its new environment. Stability as a terrene element—wonderfully,\n miraculously gold!", "table-top.\nGold!\nI searched my mind for an explanation. Contra-terrene matter, perhaps,\n from some distant island universe where matter reacted differently ...", "WALLS ... ALL ... ALL GOLD ... GOLD ... SOMETHING ... HAPPENING ...\n CAN'T ... UNDERSTAND ... WHA....\" The light stopped flashing, abruptly,", "Then I began thinking about it. Suppose now, just suppose, that Zaleski\n told the rest of the crew about the gold. It wouldn't be too hard", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nGold! A magic word, even today, isn't it? Lust and gold ... they go", "I turned to face him, fury snapping inside of me. \"Then you did disobey\n my orders. You told him about the gold!\"", "He dropped two chunks of metal on my desk. \"I brought back some samples\n of her pressure hull,\" he said, \"The whole thing is made of this\n stuff....\"", "For a long while I just sat and stared. Then I began testing, trying\n all the while to quiet the trembling of my hands. I weighed it on a", "Even as I watched, the metal grew yellower, and the hand that held\n it grew bone weary, little tongues of fatigue licking up my forearm.", "eyes were fastened hungrily on the lump of yellow metal on the table.\n He needed no explanation to tell him what it was, and it seemed to me", "sky ... dust by this time. And all because they were men, and men are\n greedy and hasty and full of an unreasoning, unthinking love for gold.", "That way Zaleski would be outnumbered if he tried to skip with the\n treasure ship. But, of course, I couldn't risk telling them that they\n were to be handling a vessel practically made of gold.", "Reluctantly his eyes left the lump of gold and met mine. \"From the\n derelict, Captain?\" There was an imperceptible pause between the last\n two words.", "in the light of the faraway sun, the metal of her flanks grained with\n something like tiny, glittering whorls. It was as though the stuff\n were somehow unstable ... seeking balance ... maybe even alive in some", "balance. I tested it with acids. It had changed unquestionably. It\n was no longer the same as when I had carried it into my quarters. The" ], [ "Captain,\" he said. I could see that he hadn't missed the inference of\n those figures on the chart.", "He didn't say a thing, but his big shoulders hunched angrily and\n he moved across the deck toward me, his hands opening and closing\n spasmodically. His eyes were wild with rage and avarice.", "\"Sure I did,\" he sneered. \"Did you expect me to shut up and let you\n land the ship yourself and claim Captain's share?\nI\nfound her, and\n she's mine!\"", "Stark suspicion leaped into his eyes. I could see the wheels turning\n slowly in his mind. Somehow, he was thinking, I was planning to cheat\n him of his rightful share of the derelict treasure ship.", "unreasoning arrogance is as hard to explain as it is to correct.", "When I discovered it I felt the rage mount in me. He was willing to\n blast every one of his shipmates into pulp should the hulk vary from", "Reluctantly his eyes left the lump of gold and met mine. \"From the\n derelict, Captain?\" There was an imperceptible pause between the last\n two words.", "There was a long silence before Zaleski shifted his two hundred pounds\n uneasily and gave a form to the muted fear inside me. \"You think ...\n you think it came from the\nstars\n, Captain?\"", "\"What the hell?\" demanded Spinelli thickly.\n\n\n \"Order them to heave to, Mister,\" I ordered.", "The Maid hove to about a hundred yards from her and hung there, dwarfed\n by the mighty glistening ship. I called for volunteers and we prepared", "of what happened to her crew or her skipper. I can give you this much\n of an answer.\nI\nwas her skipper. And her crew? They ride high in the", "I might have let him go under ordinary circumstances, for he was a\n first class spaceman and the handling of a jury-rigged hulk would", "I ignored his question and made a mental note to keep a close hand on\n the rein with him. Spinelli was big and dangerous.\n\n\n \"Speak your piece, Mister,\" I ordered sharply.", "Spinelli said, \"Do we look her over, Captain?\"\n\n\n They all looked at me, waiting for my answer. I knew it would be worth\n plenty, and money hunger was like a fever inside me.", "seen before. I had the radar fixed on her and then I retired with my\n slide rule to Control. It wasn't long before I discovered that the\n derelict ship was on a near collision course, but there was something", "Looking at that circle of faces I saw the beginnings of greed. The\n first impact of the Metering Officer's words wore off quickly and soon\n every man of my crew was thinking that anything from the stars would be\n worth money ... lots of money.", "\"Those skunks! Double crossing rats!\" he breathed furiously. \"They\n won't shake loose that easy!\" His hands started down for the firing\n console of the supersonic rifle.", "\"You'll hang for mutiny, Spinelli!\" I said.\nHe spat out a foul name and leaped for me. I side-stepped his charge", "Spinelli bit his thick lips and did not reply. His eyes were fixed on\n the image of the starship on the viewplate.\n\n\n A light blinked erratically within the dark cut of its wounded side.", "\"Mister Cohn reports the derelict ready to take aboard the prize\n crew ... sir,\" he said slowly. \"I'd like to volunteer for that detail.\"" ], [ "They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their\n lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.", "stuff of which that whole mammoth spaceship from the stars was\n built—was now....\nGold!\nI scarcely dared believe it, but there it was staring at me from my", "Reluctantly his eyes left the lump of gold and met mine. \"From the\n derelict, Captain?\" There was an imperceptible pause between the last\n two words.", "That way Zaleski would be outnumbered if he tried to skip with the\n treasure ship. But, of course, I couldn't risk telling them that they\n were to be handling a vessel practically made of gold.", "Each night I slept with a hunk of yellow gold under my bunk, and\n ridiculously I fondled the stuff and dreamed of all the things I would\n have when the starship was cut up and sold.", "vessel locating said abandoned or disabled vessel except in such cases\n as the ownership of said abandoned or disabled vessel may be readily\n ascertained....\" I looked up and closed the book. \"Simply stated, that", "The first thing about the derelict that struck us as we drew near was\n her size. No ship ever built in the Foundation Yards had ever attained\n such gargantuan proportions. She must have stretched a full thousand", "He clicked the Aldis at them. The only response was a wild swerve in\n the star-ship's course. She left the orbit we had set for her as though\n the hands that guided her had fallen away from the control.", "The Maid hove to about a hundred yards from her and hung there, dwarfed\n by the mighty glistening ship. I called for volunteers and we prepared", "need good men. But the gold-hunger I had seen in his eyes warned me\n to beware. I shook my head. \"You will stay on board the Maid with me,", "Stark suspicion leaped into his eyes. I could see the wheels turning\n slowly in his mind. Somehow, he was thinking, I was planning to cheat\n him of his rightful share of the derelict treasure ship.", "Then I began thinking about it. Suppose now, just suppose, that Zaleski\n told the rest of the crew about the gold. It wouldn't be too hard", "And outside, in the void beyond the Maid's ports there were tons of\n this metal that could be turned into treasure. My laughter must have", "for the derelict to break away from the Maid, and there were plenty\n of places in the EMV Triangle where a renegade crew with a thousand\n tons of gold would be welcomed with open arms and no questions asked.", "She was never built to carry humanoids he told us, and there was\n nothing that could give us a hint of where she had come from. The hull\n alone was left.", "It was readily apparent to all of us that she had never been built for\n inter-planetary flight. She was a starship. Origin unknown. An aura of", "CAPTAIN MIDAS\nBy ALFRED COPPEL, JR.\nThe captain of the Martian Maid stared avidly at\n\n the torn derelict floating against the velvet void.", "seen before. I had the radar fixed on her and then I retired with my\n slide rule to Control. It wasn't long before I discovered that the\n derelict ship was on a near collision course, but there was something", "Spinelli bit his thick lips and did not reply. His eyes were fixed on\n the image of the starship on the viewplate.\n\n\n A light blinked erratically within the dark cut of its wounded side.", "sky ... dust by this time. And all because they were men, and men are\n greedy and hasty and full of an unreasoning, unthinking love for gold." ], [ "I didn't know, that night as I stood in the valve of the Maid, watching\n the loading cranes pull away, that I was starting out on my last", "stomach and nailed him on the point of the jaw with a right from my\n shoe-tops. He straightened up and sprawled heavily to the deck, still", "If you doubt that—and I can see you do—just look at me. I suppose\n you've never heard of the Martian Maid, and so you don't know the story", "\"They're faking!\"\n\n\n \"Like hell they are!\" I snapped irritably, \"Something's gone wrong....\"\n\n\n \"Zaleski's gone wrong, that's what!\"", "You smile. You are thinking that I'm just an old man, beached\n earthside, spinning tall tales to impress the youngsters. Maybe,", "They ride a golden ship that they paid for with all the years of their\n lives. It's all theirs now. Bought and paid for.", "The flesh hangs on my bones like a yellow cloth on a rickety frame. I\n am old, old. And I wait here on my hospital cot—wait for the weight of", "the ken of men as I looked at her through the port. I would never know\n what killed her, or where she was going, or whence she came. Yet she", "\"Aye, sir,\" murmured Spinelli. The black expression had left his face\n and there was a faintly scornful smile playing about his mouth as he", "Suddenly I became conscious of being very tired. My mind wasn't\n functioning quite clearly. And my arm and hand ached painfully. I\n rubbed the fingers to get some life back into them, still wondering\n about Spinelli.", "Something had wounded her ... perhaps ten million years ago ... perhaps\n yesterday. She was gashed deeply from stem to stern with a jagged rip", "\"Sure I did,\" he sneered. \"Did you expect me to shut up and let you\n land the ship yourself and claim Captain's share?\nI\nfound her, and\n she's mine!\"", "Stark suspicion leaped into his eyes. I could see the wheels turning\n slowly in his mind. Somehow, he was thinking, I was planning to cheat\n him of his rightful share of the derelict treasure ship.", "that bared her mangled innards. A wandering asteroid? A meteor? We\n would never know. It gave me an uncomfortable feeling of things beyond", "Suddenly terrified, I dropped the chunk as though it were white hot. It\n struck the table with a dull thud and lay there, a rich yellow lump of\n metallic lustre.", "unthinkable. And the time it had taken...? Aeons. Millennia. For she\n was drifting, dead in space, slowly spinning end over end as she swung", "I'm a queer one to be saying these things, but then, who has more\n right? Look at me. My hair is gray and my face ... my face is a mask.", "seen before. I had the radar fixed on her and then I retired with my\n slide rule to Control. It wasn't long before I discovered that the\n derelict ship was on a near collision course, but there was something", "of what happened to her crew or her skipper. I can give you this much\n of an answer.\nI\nwas her skipper. And her crew? They ride high in the", "I'm poor, too, or else I wouldn't be here in this place of dying for\n old spacemen. I haven't a dime except for the pittance the Holcomb" ] ]

[ "What does the writer suggest in the passage \"The lusty primitives of this rich green world must never be replaced by the disciplined robot race that was the Horde.\"", "What is the \"fatalism that the Horde had taught him?\"", "What is ironic about the passage \"the majority of the Horde's thinking was automatic, seldom did an alien thought intrude upon their formulized system of life?\"", "What was an advantage that Thig had against the Horde?", "What changed Thig's views?", "What is significant about the ending of the passage?" ]

[ [ "Discipline is what makes the Horde less successful", "The Horde was the rich resources that are found on Earth", "Humans are viewed as primitive and the Horde as superior", "The Horde is not a threat to the Earth civilization" ], [ "Survival of the fittest", "To sacrifice your life for the cause ", "Anger", "To kill at all costs" ], [ "Thig's thinking and actions go against this idea", "They are not a formalized system", "They are robots talking about thinking", "The Horde have such high intelligence" ], [ "Thig knew how the Horde think", "Thing had advanced weaponry", "He had the advantage of knowing the Earth terrain", "Actually Thig was at a disadvantage" ], [ "War", "Pain", "Humans", "Love" ], [ "No significance", "Thig died sacrificing his life for humans", "Thig saved himself which goes against what the Horde was taught", "The Horde didn't believe Thig's story" ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "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.", "disciplined billions of the Horde. They would not detect a lie for they\n would not recognize one! Earth was safe.", "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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"Yes,\" agreed the voice. \"Better that one die instead of four. The\n resources of the Horde must be conserved.\"", "And then he laughed. Fool! The Orthans were unimaginative as\n domesticated cattle. They were robotized animals, all but devoid of", "\"By the Law of the Horde,\" said Urol slowly, \"you should be destroyed\n if the disease is incurable.\"", "\"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", "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.", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "\"Naturally not!\" The speaker's voice showed as much surprise as it\n was possible for an Orthan to display. \"We can take no chances on the\n madness infecting any of us before we carry this information back to\n Ortha.\"", "robot-like Orthans. If he could keep them from learning that there was\n actually no madness on Earth until he could contrive to destroy them.", "compact metal case on the table before him. The window was open and\n the ugly metal snout of the instrument pointed toward the eastern\n horizon. \"I should have expected the men of Ortha to send a second", "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!", "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!", "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" ], [ "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", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"That is right,\" agreed Thig. \"I should have killed myself before you\n came.\" He paused. \"I should not have tried to warn you.\"", "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!", "And then he laughed. Fool! The Orthans were unimaginative as\n domesticated cattle. They were robotized animals, all but devoid of", "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", "\"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", "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.", "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!", "\"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", "disciplined billions of the Horde. They would not detect a lie for they\n would not recognize one! Earth was safe.", "\"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", "\"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.\"" ], [ "automatic, seldom did an alien thought intrude upon their formulized\n system of life. He smiled tautly—another gift from the dead man whose", "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", "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.", "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.", "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 then he laughed. Fool! The Orthans were unimaginative as\n domesticated cattle. They were robotized animals, all but devoid of", "disciplined billions of the Horde. They would not detect a lie for they\n would not recognize one! Earth was safe.", "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", "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.", "And Urol, like all the Hordemen, was a coldly logical being.", "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!", "A grating sound came from the receiver. A hollow sound of contact that\n he sensed rather than heard. A cold emotionless voice spoke in the\n strangely unfamiliar language of the Horde.", "\"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.\"", "\"Naturally not!\" The speaker's voice showed as much surprise as it\n was possible for an Orthan to display. \"We can take no chances on the\n madness infecting any of us before we carry this information back to\n Ortha.\"", "\"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", "Hordemen, and quickly destroyed. They were taking no chances on the\n spread of the contagion from Earth among the Orthans.", "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", "\"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" ], [ "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", "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", "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.", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "Thig felt his lips twitch into a grin. Fortunate that these ships were\n not equipped with telescreens. His story had convinced the methodical,", "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", "\"You are Thig?\" said the even voice of the man from Ortha.\n\n\n \"That is right,\" acknowledged the other.", "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", "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 is unnecessary,\" said Urol, \"our own armament....\"\nThig snapped off the receiver. He sprang to the controls, and sent the", "\"I will tell you as much as I know,\" said Thig. \"It is fortunate that I\n am outside the ship.\"", "\"By the Law of the Horde,\" said Urol slowly, \"you should be destroyed\n if the disease is incurable.\"", "\"Zolg and Turb I know,\" said Thig. \"We trained together.\"", "\"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 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,\" 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", "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 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", "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", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"I was a fool,\" gritted Thig. His eye crowded the eyepiece of the", "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.", "\"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", "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", "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.", "\"I will tell you as much as I know,\" said Thig. \"It is fortunate that I\n am outside the ship.\"", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "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", "\"You are Thig?\" said the even voice of the man from Ortha.\n\n\n \"That is right,\" acknowledged the other.", "\"I cannot join you?\" asked Thig as calmly as he could. Despair\n contracted his vitals as he saw this latest plan go glimmering." ], [ "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 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.", "\"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", "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.", "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,", "strong, and I threw off the disease. At intervals it recurs but I strap\n myself down so I cannot harm myself before the madness passes.\"", "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.", "The great bomber, with the circles painted on its wings, passed over\n the little island. It returned. The pilot shouted and bombs intended\n for a target several hundred miles to the south took their final plunge\n earthward.", "\"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", "unharmed, he bored high into the stratosphere. Behind him the submarine\n patrol and the air-raid posts went mildly insane. They knew that some", "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", "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.", "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", "Thig eased the limp body to the earth. The other slim guard had halted,\n his nervously acute ears picking up some vague sound.\n\n\n \"What—what was that?\" he called to his comrade.", "The communication link snapped between them. Above the island a tiny\n black speck swelled until it became a vast grubby bulk of metal", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"I was a fool,\" gritted Thig. His eye crowded the eyepiece of the", "\"I am leaving now,\" said Thig. \"May the Law of the Horde endure\n forever!\" And under his breath: \"on Ortha.\"", "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.", "Explosives were out; he had lost his opportunity to blast the great\n ship into shards when the Allied bomber had mistaken them for Japanese" ] ]

[ "Why is the water black in the tank when the narrator and Diane take refuge in the Cave?", "What is the tank most similar to?", "Who are the Faces the narrator sees in the view-ports?", "How were Diane and the narrator able to breathe underwater?", "How did The Voice speak to the narrator?", "Why did the beush kill himself?", "What happened to the Terrans?", "Why did the humanoids' plan involve placing the aquarium on Energa?", "What method did the narrator and his offspring employ to kill The Faces?" ]

[ [ "From a chemical inserted into the water.", "The squid has released its ink.", "It is heavily populated with dead fish.", "It is nighttime." ], [ "A research facility.", "A prison.", "A submarine.", "An aquarium." ], [ "Terrans.", "The humanoids.", "Energi.", "The beush." ], [ "They were given equipment that allowed them to do so.", "They held their breath and swam to the Cave when they needed air.", "They were humanoids.", "They were exposed to a special kind of radiation." ], [ "Over a loudspeaker.", "Through sound waves that could travel through water.", "Through a chip implanted into his head.", "Via the semi-intelligent Terran aqua-beings." ], [ "Millions of Faces were dead.", "He was afraid of Diane's eighteen children.", "He was afraid of war with the Energi.", "The Voice told him to." ], [ "They were bombed by the Energi.", "Their species had their memories wiped and all were placed in vast aquariums.", "Their species was exposed to radiation that caused mass mutations.", "They were destroyed by the humanoids." ], [ "It was a gift to the Energi.", "It was a strategic stronghold for war with the Terrans.", "To gain access to the Force Domes.", "So they could study the two mutated Terrans easier." ], [ "A disintegrator.", "Telepathy and willpower.", "The porpoises followed their bidding.", "A bomb." ] ]

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[ [ "water, and having four \"corners\", one of which is the Cave where\n Diane and I sleep when the water is black like the ink of the squid", "When I awoke Diane was not beside me. The rock of the Cave is jagged,\n so as I make my way from our bed of cool and slick seaweed, toward the", "But Diane does not have babies. I am very sad when I see the porpoises\n and whales with their young. Diane and I sleep together in the Cave;", "Tomorrow we are leaving the tank. We will\nwant\nto leave it; it is\n getting crowded. The boy says that beyond the greater tank, which we\n will also leave, there is enough space for all the babies Diane could\n have if she lived forever.", "all the crawling fish and crabs, where Diane and I walk and sleep.\n There are four \"sides\". \"Sides\" are smooth and blue walls, and have", "greater tank. He also says that we must guard ourselves against Faces\n outside. That is strange, but the boy is a good boy. Many times he\n knows that things will happen before they do. He is a good boy.", "sail past her. Diane pulls up her legs, knees under her chin, and puts\n her arms around them. She then drops like a rock toward the \"floor\".", "The sharks come today, because Diane is having another baby. Diane\n hurts, and there is more blood than last time. Her face is not pretty", "Diane is very warm and soft. We sleep in happiness, but when we are\n awake, we are lonely. I question the Voice about a baby for Diane, but\n the Voice is always silent.", "The room was momentarily silent as the two sipped at their drinks with\n black lips. The\nbeush", "darts upward, toward the surface, where her body is a shadow of beauty\n against the lighter water above her. I follow her, but she ducks and I", "have come. I have never seen so many sharks, and as big as they are I\n have never seen. I am afraid, but still some sneak among us near Diane.", "Diane sees me and, wanting to play, swims behind a rock and looks back,\n beckoning. I make a grab at her as I sneak around the rock. But she", "and cold like dead fish. But we stay warm. There is the \"floor\" of\n the \"tank\", the \"floor\" being where all the rock and seaweed is, with", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted", "They entered the well-illuminated closet and immediately slipped\n into the unwieldy metallic suits. Once again they took their seats,\n the", "over the \"tank\". I must mate with Diane every \"noon\".", "He is almost as tall as I am. The eldest girl is pretty like Diane,\n her body very white and soft but, since I\nwanted", "\"Rest assured,\nhigher beush\n.\"\nThere is much blood in the water today. Diane is having a baby; sharks", "The \"tank\" must be high, because the water is high. I have gone once\n to the surface, and, although I could get used to it, the light was" ], [ "I\ndo\nknow what the \"tank\" is. It is a very large thing filled with", "The eldest boy says that we should leave the tank, that a greater\n \"tank\" is around us, and that it is easier to move around in that", "greater tank. He also says that we must guard ourselves against Faces\n outside. That is strange, but the boy is a good boy. Many times he\n knows that things will happen before they do. He is a good boy.", "Tomorrow we are leaving the tank. We will\nwant\nto leave it; it is\n getting crowded. The boy says that beyond the greater tank, which we\n will also leave, there is enough space for all the babies Diane could\n have if she lived forever.", "\"side\". The \"tank\" is very large, otherwise the whales would not be\n happy.", "The \"tank\" must be high, because the water is high. I have gone once\n to the surface, and, although I could get used to it, the light was", "and cold like dead fish. But we stay warm. There is the \"floor\" of\n the \"tank\", the \"floor\" being where all the rock and seaweed is, with", "The Voice will also be surprised to know that it took all twenty-nine\n of us to\nwant\nall the Faces around the tank to die, as the eldest boy", "I must mate with her every day, when the water is brightest. The Voice\n says so. It also says that I am in a \"tank\", and that the water is", "brightest when the \"sun\" is over the \"tank\". I do not understand the\n meaning of \"sun\", but the Voice says that \"noon\" is when the \"Sun\" is", "to the Energi an immense 'aquarium'—an 'aquarium' consisting of a\n partly transparent cell in which was placed a collection of Terran\n life-forms that breathed their oxygen from the dense atmosphere of", "over the \"tank\". I must mate with Diane every \"noon\".", "As your memory also relates, the 'aquarium' was still in space when\n we found it necessary to obliterate the total race of Terrans. The", "They entered the well-illuminated closet and immediately slipped\n into the unwieldy metallic suits. Once again they took their seats,\n the", "He is almost as tall as I am. The eldest girl is pretty like Diane,\n her body very white and soft but, since I\nwanted", "But the cracked, flat things with small lights circling about them\n are not pretty like Diane's face. The Voice says that the Faces have", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted", "The assistant continued without hesitation, embarrassed by his\n incompetency, \"A hyper-complex spheroid with radio interceptors,", "The Voice then says that the Faces are watching us, as we sometimes\n watch the porpoises. It took a very long time to grow used to having", "to deprive them of memory, except of the inter-attracting emotions,\n to allow them to live in harmony. Thirdly, we were to place them\n in the 'aquarium' and have them forwarded under the reference of" ], [ "\"view-ports\"—round, transparent areas—on them. The Voice says that\n the things in the \"view-ports\" are Faces. I have a face, as does Diane.", "I grow to hate the Faces in the \"view-ports\". They are always watching,\n watching. The Voice says that they are enemies, and bad. The Faces have", "The Voice then says that the Faces are watching us, as we sometimes\n watch the porpoises. It took a very long time to grow used to having", "\"Damn the Faces. Damn them.\"", "The Faces continue to stare. Many times I have searched for a word to\n show my hatred for them. I shall find it somehow, though. Sooner or\n later.", "THE FACES OUTSIDE\nBY BRUCE McALLISTER\nThey were all that was left of\n\n humanity—if they were still human!\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "But the cracked, flat things with small lights circling about them\n are not pretty like Diane's face. The Voice says that the Faces have", "greater tank. He also says that we must guard ourselves against Faces\n outside. That is strange, but the boy is a good boy. Many times he\n knows that things will happen before they do. He is a good boy.", "bodies, like myself, and Diane. No body could be like Diane's. I think\n I should be quite sick if I saw the bodies of the Faces.", "The Voice will also be surprised to know that it took all twenty-nine\n of us to\nwant\nall the Faces around the tank to die, as the eldest boy", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted", "It has been hundreds of days. Faces keep appearing, but I continue to\nwant\nthem to go away. Diane has had eighteen babies. The oldest are", "said to do. We could not tell, but the boy said that six million Faces\n were dead. That seems impossible to me, but the boy is always right.", "the Faces watch us, as Diane and I came together, but we learned to do\n it as simply as we swim and sleep.", "than the sharks and eels. It says that the Faces are evil.", "all the crawling fish and crabs, where Diane and I walk and sleep.\n There are four \"sides\". \"Sides\" are smooth and blue walls, and have", "the Faces. The Voice gave it to me. When I asked the Voice, it laughed\n and told me the word to use was \"damn\". So today I have thrice said,", "They entered the well-illuminated closet and immediately slipped\n into the unwieldy metallic suits. Once again they took their seats,\n the", "sail past her. Diane pulls up her legs, knees under her chin, and puts\n her arms around them. She then drops like a rock toward the \"floor\".", "He is almost as tall as I am. The eldest girl is pretty like Diane,\n her body very white and soft but, since I\nwanted" ], [ "sail past her. Diane pulls up her legs, knees under her chin, and puts\n her arms around them. She then drops like a rock toward the \"floor\".", "and have as a result two Terrans who could breathe their normal oxygen\n form H2O—the atmosphere of the 'aquarium', I repeat. We were then", "Diane has grabbed the tail of a porpoise, and both are playing. Diane\n and I love the porpoises. Sometimes we can even hear their thoughts.", "the Faces watch us, as Diane and I came together, but we learned to do\n it as simply as we swim and sleep.", "all the crawling fish and crabs, where Diane and I walk and sleep.\n There are four \"sides\". \"Sides\" are smooth and blue walls, and have", "I have caught a porpoise by his top fin. He knows my wish, so he speeds\n toward Diane, circles her and butts her soft thighs with his snout. She", "darts upward, toward the surface, where her body is a shadow of beauty\n against the lighter water above her. I follow her, but she ducks and I", "water, and having four \"corners\", one of which is the Cave where\n Diane and I sleep when the water is black like the ink of the squid", "But Diane does not have babies. I am very sad when I see the porpoises\n and whales with their young. Diane and I sleep together in the Cave;", "swimming around and playing with the porpoises. Diane and I spend most\n of the time teaching the children by showing them things, and by giving\n them our thoughts by touching them.", "I understand. I carry her through the water very slowly, feeling the\n warmth and nipples of her breasts pressed against my back as she rests\n her head on my shoulder and smiles.", "Diane is very warm and soft. We sleep in happiness, but when we are\n awake, we are lonely. I question the Voice about a baby for Diane, but\n the Voice is always silent.", "When I awoke Diane was not beside me. The rock of the Cave is jagged,\n so as I make my way from our bed of cool and slick seaweed, toward the", "The \"tank\" must be high, because the water is high. I have gone once\n to the surface, and, although I could get used to it, the light was", "to the Energi an immense 'aquarium'—an 'aquarium' consisting of a\n partly transparent cell in which was placed a collection of Terran\n life-forms that breathed their oxygen from the dense atmosphere of", "I try to pry her arms from around her legs gently, but she resists. I\n must use force. Diane does not mind when I do; because she knows I love\n her.", "Diane and I have decided that we\nwant\na baby. Maybe the other fish\nwanted", "They entered the well-illuminated closet and immediately slipped\n into the unwieldy metallic suits. Once again they took their seats,\n the", "have come. I have never seen so many sharks, and as big as they are I\n have never seen. I am afraid, but still some sneak among us near Diane.", "The sharks come today, because Diane is having another baby. Diane\n hurts, and there is more blood than last time. Her face is not pretty" ], [ "There was menace in his voice. The assistant trembled violently. Using\n the rare smile of that humanoid race, the\nbeush\ncontinued, \"Do\n negatively self-preoccupy. Resume your information, if contented.\"", "The Voice then says that the Faces are watching us, as we sometimes\n watch the porpoises. It took a very long time to grow used to having", "wanted\nthe Voice to leave it. It left.\n\"Entities Be Simply Damned! The spheroid ceased to exist, assistant.\n How far can they go, assistant?\" The", "beush\nhimself, by himself, and for the good of himself.\nWhen, if I ever do\nwant\nthe Voice to come back, it will be very", "to me. But the Voice told me to call her Diane. When I call her Diane,\n I have a pleasant feeling, and she seems closer to me. She likes the", "Sometimes I have caught it sneaking up behind me, but when I turn it\n leaves quickly. I have questioned the Voice about why the sharks leave.\n It does not know. It has no one to ask.", "There has been much useless noise and senseless talk from the Voice\n these days. It is annoying because I must concentrate on loving Diane\n and caring for the baby. So I", "Diane is very warm and soft. We sleep in happiness, but when we are\n awake, we are lonely. I question the Voice about a baby for Diane, but\n the Voice is always silent.", "The Voice will also be surprised to know that it took all twenty-nine\n of us to\nwant\nall the Faces around the tank to die, as the eldest boy", "not tried to hurt me: but I must think of them as enemies because the\n Voice says so. I ask bad, like the shark? The Voice says, no, worse", "\"view-ports\"—round, transparent areas—on them. The Voice says that\n the things in the \"view-ports\" are Faces. I have a face, as does Diane.", "the Faces. The Voice gave it to me. When I asked the Voice, it laughed\n and told me the word to use was \"damn\". So today I have thrice said,", "\"Of certainty,\nbeush\n,\" began the assistant with all the grace of an", "I grow to hate the Faces in the \"view-ports\". They are always watching,\n watching. The Voice says that they are enemies, and bad. The Faces have", "said to do. We could not tell, but the boy said that six million Faces\n were dead. That seems impossible to me, but the boy is always right.", "The\nbeush\nignored the assistant's words and said, \"I have received\n copies of the thought-patterns and translations. There was something\n strange and very powerful about the meaning of the male's thought,\n 'want'. I query.\"", "greater tank. He also says that we must guard ourselves against Faces\n outside. That is strange, but the boy is a good boy. Many times he\n knows that things will happen before they do. He is a good boy.", "name \"Diane\". The Voice knew what was best, of course, as it always\n does.", "beush\nhimself. The former helped the higher to his unstable legs, and was\n commented to by the same, \"Assistant, proceed to the protecroom.\"", "Today I found that none of the children have Voices. I could\nwant\nthem to have Voices, but the children's thoughts tell me that it is not\n right to have a Voice." ], [ "beush\nrose, screamed\n hysterically for three seconds and then fired the hand weapon point\n blank at the neck of his assistant.", "There was menace in his voice. The assistant trembled violently. Using\n the rare smile of that humanoid race, the\nbeush\ncontinued, \"Do\n negatively self-preoccupy. Resume your information, if contented.\"", "The assistant looked at the\nbeush\n, picked up his partially full glass\n and, before he could sip it, was dashed to the floor beside the", "beush\nhimself. The former helped the higher to his unstable legs, and was\n commented to by the same, \"Assistant, proceed to the protecroom.\"", "\"Rest assured, peace,\nbeush\n.\n\n\n \"But his thoughts!\"", "\"Of certainty,\nbeush\n,\" began the assistant with all the grace of an", "The\nbeush\nignored the assistant's words and said, \"I have received\n copies of the thought-patterns and translations. There was something\n strange and very powerful about the meaning of the male's thought,\n 'want'. I query.\"", "\"To what degree? What degree could produce reproduction when it is\n physically impossible?\" The\nbeush\nwas sarcastic. \"How far can they\n go?\"", "\"Forty-three planetoid missiles were sent and detonated simultaneously\n without resistance or losses on our part,\nbeush\n,\" the assistant\nbeush\nanswered indirectly.", "beush\nhimself, by himself, and for the good of himself.\nWhen, if I ever do\nwant\nthe Voice to come back, it will be very", "The\nbeush\nnodded in approval. \"Continue, but negatively hesitate\n frequently or it will be necessary to discuss this subject", "\"Then you have there a third reason,\" offered the\nbeush\n.\n\n\n \"Graces be given you,\nbeush\n.\"", "the\nbeush\nreflecting and saying, \"As your memory relates, that\n explosion was a bomb-drop concussion from the Rebellers. We must now", "us? War declared? Entities be wholly damned! Negative! Negativvv!\" The\n disintegrator was fired once more, this time into the orange eye of the\nbeush", "\"Rest assured,\nhigher beush\n.\"\nThere is much blood in the water today. Diane is having a baby; sharks", "post-present.\"\nHis assistant trembled slightly. \"Unequivocally affirmative.\nBeush\n,\n your memory relates that five periods ante-present, when there", "The Voice will also be surprised to know that it took all twenty-nine\n of us to\nwant\nall the Faces around the tank to die, as the eldest boy", "\"Forty-three is the count,\nbeush\n,\" replied the other.\n\n\n \"And the count of planets destroyed?\"", "\"And these Energi,\" queried the\nbeush\n, \"are semi-telepathic or\n empathic?\"\n\n\n \"Affirmative,\" the assistant mumbled.", "beush\n, as customary, spoke first. \"Inform me of the\n pre-espionage intelligence accomplishments contra-Energi. I have not" ], [ "As your memory also relates, the 'aquarium' was still in space when\n we found it necessary to obliterate the total race of Terrans. The", "Terran seas. But, as a warpspace message from the Terran Council\n indirectly proclaimed, the degenerate Terrans negatively possessed\n a ship of any Space type large or powerful enough to transport the", "before the Terrans grew pestiferous to our cause. We obliged, but even\n our vastest ship was slow, because the physical power necessary to\n bring the weight of the cell through warpspace quickly was too great", "negatively consumed with a planet when the bombs were detonated. The\n ship accommodated two Terrans. Proper Terrans by birth, negatively\n by reference. One was male, other female. The two had been in", "existed the Truce inter Energi, Terrans and ourselves, there was a\n certain period during which gifts of the three nucleus-planets were\n exchanged in friendship. The Terrans were self-contented to donate", "\"One of our most competent protoplasmic computers stabilized the final\n steps of the Plan. We were to subject the two Terrans to radiation", "later.\n\"What count of planets had the Terrans infested?\" The furry humanoid\n leaned over the desk and stared, unblinking, at the lesser humanoid in", "\"Unknown to you,\nbeush\n, or to the masses and highers, an\n insignificant pleasure craft was extracted from Terran Space and", "wanted\nthem, so they got them. We\nwant\na baby.\n\"The two Terrans were so biologically mutated and are so nearly", "\"Forty-three is the count,\nbeush\n,\" replied the other.\n\n\n \"And the count of planets destroyed?\"", "'aquarium' to Energa. Our ships being the largest of the Truce, we\n were petitioned by the Terrans to transport it. These events developed", "and have as a result two Terrans who could breathe their normal oxygen\n form H2O—the atmosphere of the 'aquarium', I repeat. We were then", "We love the porpoises, so they help us now. They are chasing the\n sharks away, injuring and killing some.\n\"Entities, Warpspaced Entities! There has been reproduction.\"", "since it was realized that the Energi would be disturbed by our action\n contra-Terrans and would, without doubt, take action contra-ourselves.", "\"Forty-three planetoid missiles were sent and detonated simultaneously\n without resistance or losses on our part,\nbeush\n,\" the assistant\nbeush\nanswered indirectly.", "us? War declared? Entities be wholly damned! Negative! Negativvv!\" The\n disintegrator was fired once more, this time into the orange eye of the\nbeush", "\"Fourteen thousand Energi ceased to exist, spheroid ceased to exist,\n and another reproduction. Warpspace! How far will they go?\"", "to the Energi an immense 'aquarium'—an 'aquarium' consisting of a\n partly transparent cell in which was placed a collection of Terran\n life-forms that breathed their oxygen from the dense atmosphere of", "wanted\nthe Voice to leave it. It left.\n\"Entities Be Simply Damned! The spheroid ceased to exist, assistant.\n How far can they go, assistant?\" The", "\"Contented,\" came the automatic reply, and the assistant began, \"The\n two humans were perfect for the Plan, I repeat. Before the Energi" ], [ "'aquarium' would be placed on Energa, in the greatest center. That was\n correct, but negatively yet knowing for certainty, we perpetuated the\n Plan, with the 'aquarium' as the basis.", "to the Energi an immense 'aquarium'—an 'aquarium' consisting of a\n partly transparent cell in which was placed a collection of Terran\n life-forms that breathed their oxygen from the dense atmosphere of", "'aquarium' to Energa. Our ships being the largest of the Truce, we\n were petitioned by the Terrans to transport it. These events developed", "As your memory also relates, the 'aquarium' was still in space when\n we found it necessary to obliterate the total race of Terrans. The", "received the message of the race destruction, it was imperative that we\n establish an agent on Energa, near the Force Domes. We assumed that the", "informer. \"The Light and Force Research of the Energi is executed in\n one center of one planet, the planet being Energa, as our intelligence\n service has conveniently listed it. The Energi have negative necessity", "\"Contented,\" came the automatic reply, and the assistant began, \"The\n two humans were perfect for the Plan, I repeat. Before the Energi", "to deprive them of memory, except of the inter-attracting emotions,\n to allow them to live in harmony. Thirdly, we were to place them\n in the 'aquarium' and have them forwarded under the reference of", "and have as a result two Terrans who could breathe their normal oxygen\n form H2O—the atmosphere of the 'aquarium', I repeat. We were then", "\"One of our most competent protoplasmic computers stabilized the final\n steps of the Plan. We were to subject the two Terrans to radiation", "before the Terrans grew pestiferous to our cause. We obliged, but even\n our vastest ship was slow, because the physical power necessary to\n bring the weight of the cell through warpspace quickly was too great", "\"And these Energi,\" queried the\nbeush\n, \"are semi-telepathic or\n empathic?\"\n\n\n \"Affirmative,\" the assistant mumbled.", "since it was realized that the Energi would be disturbed by our action\n contra-Terrans and would, without doubt, take action contra-ourselves.", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted", "flared glasses of an odorless, transparent liquid—very desirable\n to the majority of humanoids. The lesser humanoid was being treated\n exceptionately well.", "existed the Truce inter Energi, Terrans and ourselves, there was a\n certain period during which gifts of the three nucleus-planets were\n exchanged in friendship. The Terrans were self-contented to donate", "semi-intelligent aqua-beings from Terran seas. A simple, but quite\n effective plan, your opinion,\nbeush\n?\"", "negatively consumed with a planet when the bombs were detonated. The\n ship accommodated two Terrans. Proper Terrans by birth, negatively\n by reference. One was male, other female. The two had been in", "want\na baby.\n\"Query? The Energi will bomb-drop the 'aquarium'? War declared against", "wear anti-radiation protection. For that reason, and the danger of\n the Energi, you\ndo\nsee why we need the formulae of the Force Domes," ], [ "\"Damn the Faces. Damn them.\"", "The Voice will also be surprised to know that it took all twenty-nine\n of us to\nwant\nall the Faces around the tank to die, as the eldest boy", "The Faces continue to stare. Many times I have searched for a word to\n show my hatred for them. I shall find it somehow, though. Sooner or\n later.", "said to do. We could not tell, but the boy said that six million Faces\n were dead. That seems impossible to me, but the boy is always right.", "greater tank. He also says that we must guard ourselves against Faces\n outside. That is strange, but the boy is a good boy. Many times he\n knows that things will happen before they do. He is a good boy.", "The Voice then says that the Faces are watching us, as we sometimes\n watch the porpoises. It took a very long time to grow used to having", "THE FACES OUTSIDE\nBY BRUCE McALLISTER\nThey were all that was left of\n\n humanity—if they were still human!\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "I grow to hate the Faces in the \"view-ports\". They are always watching,\n watching. The Voice says that they are enemies, and bad. The Faces have", "It has been hundreds of days. Faces keep appearing, but I continue to\nwant\nthem to go away. Diane has had eighteen babies. The oldest are", "bodies, like myself, and Diane. No body could be like Diane's. I think\n I should be quite sick if I saw the bodies of the Faces.", "than the sharks and eels. It says that the Faces are evil.", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted", "the Faces. The Voice gave it to me. When I asked the Voice, it laughed\n and told me the word to use was \"damn\". So today I have thrice said,", "the Faces watch us, as Diane and I came together, but we learned to do\n it as simply as we swim and sleep.", "There was menace in his voice. The assistant trembled violently. Using\n the rare smile of that humanoid race, the\nbeush\ncontinued, \"Do\n negatively self-preoccupy. Resume your information, if contented.\"", "\"view-ports\"—round, transparent areas—on them. The Voice says that\n the things in the \"view-ports\" are Faces. I have a face, as does Diane.", "As your memory also relates, the 'aquarium' was still in space when\n we found it necessary to obliterate the total race of Terrans. The", "But the cracked, flat things with small lights circling about them\n are not pretty like Diane's face. The Voice says that the Faces have", "us? War declared? Entities be wholly damned! Negative! Negativvv!\" The\n disintegrator was fired once more, this time into the orange eye of the\nbeush", "wanted\nthe Voice to leave it. It left.\n\"Entities Be Simply Damned! The spheroid ceased to exist, assistant.\n How far can they go, assistant?\" The" ] ]

[ "Who was Iron Mike?", "What was the knocking sound Lundy heard after crash-landing?", "Why had it been so long since Lundy had slept?", "Why was Lundy unsure he knew exactly where he was?", "Why did the flowers most likely let go of Lundy?", "Why did Farrell stop screaming?", "How did \"It\" originally arrive on Venus?", "How was Jackie Smith injured?", "What was the cold knot that Lundy kept feeling inside of him?" ]

[ [ "A figment of Lundy's hallucinations.", "An officer with the Tri-World Police.", "Lundy's co-pilot.", "An aero-space convertible." ], [ "Jackie Smith knocking on the chamber door for help.", "Jackie Smith's corpse butting up against the chamber door.", "\"It\" trying to get into the room to kill Lundy.", "Farrell trying to get into the room where Lundy was." ], [ "He had been searching for Farrell and \"It\" for quite some time.", "He knew if he slept, he might die.", "He couldn't sleep with the flowers along the road watching him all night.", "He had been walking on the weed-choked road for hours." ], [ "The navigational equipment on the ship was damaged in the crash-landing. ", "He kept fading in and out of consciousness.", "He was unfamiliar with Venusian terrain.", "\"It\" might have already been playing with his mind." ], [ "The arrival of the cloud-like creatures fended them off. ", "They could sense the fear inside of him.", "They were afraid of the dull black curtain surrounding Lundy's mind.", "He had injured them with his blaster." ], [ "The Dream Woman came to him and told him to no longer be afraid.", "He escaped from his restraints and came to free \"It.\"", "He had died.", "He was no longer beholden to \"It.\"" ], [ "\"It\" crash-landed in a spaceship.", "\"It\" was pulled out of its space-dust home by the force of the planet's gravity.", "\"It\" was taken there as a prisoner by the Tri-World Police.", "Farrell chased it there." ], [ "The climate on Venus was too cold for his Mercurian acclimatization. ", "\"It\" attacked him.", "He was hurt while attempting to wrangle Farrell.", "Lundy had to restrain him, and he injured himself trying to break free." ], [ "A symptom of having sat flying the ship for so long.", "A physical reaction to the temperature inside the spaceship.", "Fear.", "\"It\" was beginning to take over his body and mind." ] ]

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[ [ "Quite suddenly, Iron Mike blew his guts out.", "Iron Mike was just a pattycake when it came to Venusian atmosphere\n flying. The constant magnetic compensation heated the robot coils to\n the fusing point in practically no time at all.", "\"Okay.\" Lundy reached out and closed the switch marked A. \"But I'll let\n Mike do the flying. He can probably last five minutes before he blows\n his guts out.\"", "The breaks. Plain fool luck. Lundy moved his throbbing head stiffly on\n his aching neck, blinked sweat out of his bloodshot eyes, and wished to\n hell he was home in bed.", "Jackie Smith stirred slightly, groaned, and opened his pale green eyes.\n\n\n \"I'm cold,\" he said. \"Hi, Midget.\"", "Not even Lundy cared, out cold in the space-tight cabin, with his body\n wedged up against the safe and tears drying with the sweat on his\n stubbled cheeks.\nII", "One thing about it everybody knew. The guys who suddenly went sluggy\n and charged off the rails all made it clear that they had met the", "He got up, feeling like something that had stood outside rusting for\n four hundred years or so. Smith didn't turn his head. Lundy growled at\n him.", "Smith said something that sounded like\nShe\nand folded up in his\n chair. Lundy rubbed his hand across his face. The lines of it were\n blurred and stupid. His dark eyes had no sense in them.", "Jackie Smith was still out cold in the co-pilot's seat. From in back,\n beyond the closed door to the tiny inner cabin, Lundy could hear\n Farrell screaming and fighting.", "Jackie Smith said suddenly, \"Midget, I'm cold. Get me a blanket.\"\n\n\n Lundy looked at him. His pale green eyes were half open, but not as\n though they saw anything. He was shivering.", "Jackie Smith raised the gun, a fraction of an inch. \"Open it, Midget,\"\n he whispered. \"She's cold in there.\"", "\"No. She's hot. She can't breathe in there. She's hot.\"\n\n\n Then he jerked his head up and yelled. He came around to face Smith,\n unsteady but fast, and started for him.", "Somewhere inside of Lundy, inside the rumpled, sweat-soaked black\n uniform of the Tri-World Police, Special Branch, and the five-foot-six", "Everything hit him at once then. There wasn't much in him but his\n stomach, and that was tied down. But it tried hard to come up.\n Presently the spasms stopped, and then Lundy heard the knocking.", "Farrell went on screaming. His throat seemed to be lined with\n impervium. Screaming and fighting the straps, because\nIt\nwas locked\n up and calling for help.", "Jackie Smith stirred slightly, groaned, to joggle himself. His black\n tunic was open over his chest, showing the white strapping of bandages,", "Lundy didn't believe any of it. He was half dead already, with his\n mind floating free of his body and beginning to be wrapped up in dark\n clouds. He watched what he saw incuriously.", "Farrell was cracked wide open, of course, but he was tied down. Jackie\n Smith had begun to show signs before he passed out, so that Lundy had", "didn't mind kicking around. But Farrell wasn't that kind. He was just a\n nice guy that got trapped by something too big for him." ], [ "Everything hit him at once then. There wasn't much in him but his\n stomach, and that was tied down. But it tried hard to come up.\n Presently the spasms stopped, and then Lundy heard the knocking.", "The first thing Lundy knew about was the stillness. A dead feeling, as\n though everything in creation had stopped breathing.", "Black sea-water. Silver sand. The guy kept on knocking at the door.\n Slow and easy. Patient. One—two. One—two. Just off beat with Lundy's\n heart.", "The second thing was his body. It hurt like hell, and it was hot, and\n it didn't like the thick, foul air it was getting. Lundy pushed himself", "It wasn't very loud. It had a slow, easy rhythm, as though the knocker\n had a lot of time and didn't care when he got in. It came from the\n airlock panel.", "Jackie Smith was still out cold in the co-pilot's seat. From in back,\n beyond the closed door to the tiny inner cabin, Lundy could hear\n Farrell screaming and fighting.", "\"Okay.\" Lundy reached out and closed the switch marked A. \"But I'll let\n Mike do the flying. He can probably last five minutes before he blows\n his guts out.\"", "Lundy tripped and fell, cracking his head against the back of his\n helmet. For a moment all he could see was bright light flashing. Then", "They came drifting toward Lundy. They didn't seem to be moving fast,\n but they must have been because quite suddenly they were among the", "Lundy didn't believe any of it. He was half dead already, with his\n mind floating free of his body and beginning to be wrapped up in dark\n clouds. He watched what he saw incuriously.", "He started to walk to the safe in the corner of the cabin. Lundy gagged\n and pulled himself up out of a cold black cloud and got his feet to\n moving.", "\"Oh, Lord,\" whispered Lundy. \"Oh Lord,\nwhat did he see before he\n drowned\n?\"", "Not even Lundy cared, out cold in the space-tight cabin, with his body\n wedged up against the safe and tears drying with the sweat on his\n stubbled cheeks.\nII", "No one answered. The black water pushed at Lundy, rising high around\n him, trying to take him over to Jackie Smith. Lundy's mouth began to\n twitch.", "Smith said something that sounded like\nShe\nand folded up in his\n chair. Lundy rubbed his hand across his face. The lines of it were\n blurred and stupid. His dark eyes had no sense in them.", "Lundy stood looking at it with cold prickles running up and down his\n spine. He'd heard about things like this. Nobody knew an awful lot", "Behind him Farrell whimpered once like a puppy and lay down across the\n little safe. He didn't move again. Lundy got down on his hands and", "Lundy said, \"You damned fool,\" with no voice at all, and went on.\n\n\n Smith hit the firing stud.", "\"Oh, Lord,\" whispered Lundy. \"Oh, my Lord!\"", "Lundy stood still. The sweat ran on him and he was colder than a frog's\n belly in the rain; and for no reason at all he said thickly," ], [ "The first thing Lundy knew about was the stillness. A dead feeling, as\n though everything in creation had stopped breathing.", "He'd been screaming a long time. Ever since the shot of\navertin\nLundy\n had given him after he was taken had begun to wear thin. Fighting the\n straps and screaming, a hoarse jarring sound with no sense in it.", "He hadn't slept for a long time. Tracking Farrell hadn't been any\n breeze, and taking him—and\nIt", "Not even Lundy cared, out cold in the space-tight cabin, with his body\n wedged up against the safe and tears drying with the sweat on his\n stubbled cheeks.\nII", "Smith said something that sounded like\nShe\nand folded up in his\n chair. Lundy rubbed his hand across his face. The lines of it were\n blurred and stupid. His dark eyes had no sense in them.", "The second thing was his body. It hurt like hell, and it was hot, and\n it didn't like the thick, foul air it was getting. Lundy pushed himself", "Lundy didn't believe any of it. He was half dead already, with his\n mind floating free of his body and beginning to be wrapped up in dark\n clouds. He watched what he saw incuriously.", "Lundy stood still. The sweat ran on him and he was colder than a frog's\n belly in the rain; and for no reason at all he said thickly,", "It\n—had been plain and fancy hell. Lundy\n was only human. He was tired. Bushed. Cooked. Beat to the socks.", "The bright flowers came down through the dark. Lundy lay watching them.\n His face was quite blank. His dark eyes held a stubborn hatred, but\n nothing else.", "The breaks. Plain fool luck. Lundy moved his throbbing head stiffly on\n his aching neck, blinked sweat out of his bloodshot eyes, and wished to\n hell he was home in bed.", "Everything hit him at once then. There wasn't much in him but his\n stomach, and that was tied down. But it tried hard to come up.\n Presently the spasms stopped, and then Lundy heard the knocking.", "Lundy hoped he could keep from getting too much afraid, and too\n tired—because\nIt\nwas sitting back there in its little strongbox in\n the safe, waiting for somebody to crack.", "Somewhere inside of Lundy, inside the rumpled, sweat-soaked black\n uniform of the Tri-World Police, Special Branch, and the five-foot-six", "No one answered. The black water pushed at Lundy, rising high around\n him, trying to take him over to Jackie Smith. Lundy's mouth began to\n twitch.", "He burned off a lot of them that way. They didn't like it. They began\n swaying in from their roots and down from the laced ceiling over his\n head. They hurt. They were angry. Lundy ran, sobbing without tears.", "He got up, feeling like something that had stood outside rusting for\n four hundred years or so. Smith didn't turn his head. Lundy growled at\n him.", "Lundy stood looking at it with cold prickles running up and down his\n spine. He'd heard about things like this. Nobody knew an awful lot", "It opened. Lundy stopped again, quite still.", "The anaesthetic needles hit Lundy across the chest. They didn't hurt\n much. Just a stinging prick. He kept going. No reason. It was just\n something he seemed to be doing at the time." ], [ "The first thing Lundy knew about was the stillness. A dead feeling, as\n though everything in creation had stopped breathing.", "Lundy stood looking at it with cold prickles running up and down his\n spine. He'd heard about things like this. Nobody knew an awful lot", "Lundy didn't believe any of it. He was half dead already, with his\n mind floating free of his body and beginning to be wrapped up in dark\n clouds. He watched what he saw incuriously.", "It was headed the same way Lundy was. It must have made a bend\n somewhere and turned to meet him. Lundy licked cold sweat off his lips\n and stepped out on it.", "The second thing was his body. It hurt like hell, and it was hot, and\n it didn't like the thick, foul air it was getting. Lundy pushed himself", "Lundy stood still. The sweat ran on him and he was colder than a frog's\n belly in the rain; and for no reason at all he said thickly,", "They came drifting toward Lundy. They didn't seem to be moving fast,\n but they must have been because quite suddenly they were among the", "It didn't help Lundy any. It could be right or wrong, depending on\n what part of the ocean it was—and there was no way to tell. He hoped", "Smith said something that sounded like\nShe\nand folded up in his\n chair. Lundy rubbed his hand across his face. The lines of it were\n blurred and stupid. His dark eyes had no sense in them.", "It opened. Lundy stopped again, quite still.", "He started to walk to the safe in the corner of the cabin. Lundy gagged\n and pulled himself up out of a cold black cloud and got his feet to\n moving.", "Lundy turned his head. Normally he had a round, fresh, merry face, with\n bright dark eyes and a white, small-boyish grin. Now he looked like", "The breaks. Plain fool luck. Lundy moved his throbbing head stiffly on\n his aching neck, blinked sweat out of his bloodshot eyes, and wished to\n hell he was home in bed.", "The bright flowers came down through the dark. Lundy lay watching them.\n His face was quite blank. His dark eyes held a stubborn hatred, but\n nothing else.", "Everything hit him at once then. There wasn't much in him but his\n stomach, and that was tied down. But it tried hard to come up.\n Presently the spasms stopped, and then Lundy heard the knocking.", "Somewhere inside of Lundy, inside the rumpled, sweat-soaked black\n uniform of the Tri-World Police, Special Branch, and the five-foot-six", "\"Oh, Lord,\" whispered Lundy. \"Oh Lord,\nwhat did he see before he\n drowned\n?\"", "Lundy looked all around the cabin. He didn't speak. He looked sideways\n out of the port. There was water out there. The black sea-water of\n Venus; clear and black, like deep night.", "Not even Lundy cared, out cold in the space-tight cabin, with his body\n wedged up against the safe and tears drying with the sweat on his\n stubbled cheeks.\nII", "Lundy didn't like that cold tight knot in his belly. It meant he was\n afraid. He'd been afraid before, plenty of times, and he wasn't ashamed" ], [ "The flowers held him. They smothered him, crushed him down, wrapped him\n in lovely burning petals of destruction. He seared a lot of them, but\n there were always more. Lundy didn't fight long.", "Lundy began to fight. His lips peeled back off his teeth, but he didn't\n make any noise except his heavy breathing. He fought the flowers,", "The bright flowers came down through the dark. Lundy lay watching them.\n His face was quite blank. His dark eyes held a stubborn hatred, but\n nothing else.", "Flowers. Lundy got too close to some of them once. They reached out and\n opened round mouths full of spines and sucked at him hungrily. The\n fish gave them a wide berth. After that, so did Lundy.", "He began to crawl over a great tilted block. The flowers burned bright\n in the darkness. Bright and close. Very close. Lundy opened his mouth.", "He burned off a lot of them that way. They didn't like it. They began\n swaying in from their roots and down from the laced ceiling over his\n head. They hurt. They were angry. Lundy ran, sobbing without tears.", "The flowers were brighter here. They hung like lamps in the black\n water, burning with a light that seemed to come out of themselves.\n Sullen reds and angry yellows, and coldly vicious blues.", "Lundy ran clumsily for a long time between the dark and pressing walls.\n The flowers got closer. They got close enough to catch his vac-suit,\n like hands grasping and slipping and grasping again. He began using the\n blaster.", "The weeds grew in thicker and closer. They bulged out from their roots,\n in over the stone edges. The flowers opened their bright hungry mouths\n and yearned at Lundy, reaching.", "that spread away as far as Lundy could see on either side. He was glad\n of the road. It was wide, and if he stayed in the middle of it the\n flowers couldn't reach him.", "Lundy didn't believe any of it. He was half dead already, with his\n mind floating free of his body and beginning to be wrapped up in dark\n clouds. He watched what he saw incuriously.", "The first thing Lundy knew about was the stillness. A dead feeling, as\n though everything in creation had stopped breathing.", "Lundy stopped himself after the third scream. He had to, because he\n knew if he screamed again he'd never stop. By that time the black water\n had pushed Jackie Smith away, over to the opposite wall, and covered\n his face.", "They didn't want to. They let go reluctantly, drawing back and snarling\n like cats robbed of a fat mouse, making small hungry feints at him. But\n they went.", "flowers, and the only creatures that followed it were little fish\n with jewelled eyes. But it was still there, still ready, still going\n somewhere.", "No one answered. The black water pushed at Lundy, rising high around\n him, trying to take him over to Jackie Smith. Lundy's mouth began to\n twitch.", "\"Oh, Lord,\" whispered Lundy. \"Oh Lord,\nwhat did he see before he\n drowned\n?\"", "And then the flowers went away.", "He sat down and rested a while, turning off his light to save the\n battery. The flowers watched him, glowing in the dark. He closed his\n eyes, but he could still feel them, watching and waiting.", "The second thing was his body. It hurt like hell, and it was hot, and\n it didn't like the thick, foul air it was getting. Lundy pushed himself" ], [ "Then he stopped. The knot jerked tight in his stomach. Cold sweat\n needled him, and his nerves stung in a swift rush of fire.\n\n\n Farrell had quit screaming.", "Farrell went on screaming. His throat seemed to be lined with\n impervium. Screaming and fighting the straps, because\nIt\nwas locked\n up and calling for help.", "Lundy stopped himself after the third scream. He had to, because he\n knew if he screamed again he'd never stop. By that time the black water\n had pushed Jackie Smith away, over to the opposite wall, and covered\n his face.", "Behind him Farrell whimpered once like a puppy and lay down across the\n little safe. He didn't move again. Lundy got down on his hands and", "He'd been screaming a long time. Ever since the shot of\navertin\nLundy\n had given him after he was taken had begun to wear thin. Fighting the\n straps and screaming, a hoarse jarring sound with no sense in it.", "Jackie Smith was still out cold in the co-pilot's seat. From in back,\n beyond the closed door to the tiny inner cabin, Lundy could hear\n Farrell screaming and fighting.", "He was suddenly beyond caring. The dull black curtain around his mind\n got a hole in it, and fear came shrieking through it. He could feel the", "won't he ever stop screaming?\nThe rockets beat and thundered. The torn grey sky whipped past. Jackie\n Smith sat rigid, with closed eyes, white around the lips and breathing", "Farrell went down on his knees beside the safe. He put his hands on its\n blank and gleaming face and turned to Lundy. He was crying.", "cut into his shirt and pants, into his flesh and sinew, deep enough\n to show his bare white ribs. There was blood. A lot of blood. Farrell\n didn't mind.", "Farrell was standing in the opening. A nice guy with a wife and two\n kids. His face still looked like that, but the eyes in it were not\n sane, nor even human.", "Lundy didn't care. He crawled through Farrell's blood, and he didn't\n care about that, either. He pushed Farrell's body back against the", "Farrell was cracked wide open, of course, but he was tied down. Jackie\n Smith had begun to show signs before he passed out, so that Lundy had", "Everything hit him at once then. There wasn't much in him but his\n stomach, and that was tied down. But it tried hard to come up.\n Presently the spasms stopped, and then Lundy heard the knocking.", "After a while he dropped the bottle and stood still, not looking at\n anything, until he stopped shaking. Then he pulled his vac-suit down\n off its hook and climbed into it. His face was grey and quite blank.", "He shut his teeth on his lower lip, holding it, holding his throat. He\n began to run, clumsily, fighting the water, and then he stopped that,", "\"No. She's hot. She can't breathe in there. She's hot.\"\n\n\n Then he jerked his head up and yelled. He came around to face Smith,\n unsteady but fast, and started for him.", "didn't mind kicking around. But Farrell wasn't that kind. He was just a\n nice guy that got trapped by something too big for him.", "He burned off a lot of them that way. They didn't like it. They began\n swaying in from their roots and down from the laced ceiling over his\n head. They hurt. They were angry. Lundy ran, sobbing without tears.", "\"You'll live,\" said Lundy. He tried not to think about how nearly both\n he and Smith had come to not living. Farrell had put up one hell of a" ], [ "Life. Life from outer space, swept out of a cloud of cosmic dust by the\n gravitic pull of Venus. Since Venus had hit the cloud there had been a", "about Venus yet. It was a young, tough, be-damned-to-you planet, and it\n was apt to give the snoopy scientific guys a good swift boot in their\n store teeth.", "Lundy looked all around the cabin. He didn't speak. He looked sideways\n out of the port. There was water out there. The black sea-water of\n Venus; clear and black, like deep night.", "Iron Mike was just a pattycake when it came to Venusian atmosphere\n flying. The constant magnetic compensation heated the robot coils to\n the fusing point in practically no time at all.", "Thick pearly-grey Venusian sky went past the speeding flier in\n streamers of torn cloud. The rockets throbbed and pounded. Instruments", "\"On Mercury, where I was born,\" he said, \"the climate is suitable for\n human beings. You Old-World pantywaists....\" He broke off, turned white", "Venus that was under water now hadn't been once, and vice versa. The\n old girl had her little whimsies while doing the preliminary mock-up of\n her permanent face.", "There was silence in the ship. Nothing touched it. The rockets were\n outside it and didn't matter. Even Jackie Smith's careful breathing had\n stopped. Lundy went forward slowly, toward the door. Two steps.", "Scientists had some ideas about that life from Out There. They'd had\n a lucky break and found one of The Things, dead, and there were vague", "heart, and soul to a Thing from outer space, so that he was willing to\n kill to protect It.\nOh, hell!\nthought Lundy wearily,", "The clouds outside ripped and tore across the ship's nose, and\n presently only water showed. Black, still, tideless water dotted with\n little islands of floating weed that stirred and slithered with a life\n of their own.", "Being under water wouldn't bother a Thing from outer space. He reached\n up and lifted the net of tight-woven metal-mesh down off its hook and\n fastened it on his belt. Then he walked over and opened the airlock\n door.", "But even a young planet has a long past, and stories get around.\n Legends, songs, folk tales. It was pretty well accepted that a lot of", "hard going. If he didn't hit a deep somewhere, or meet something too\n big to handle, or furnish a meal for some species of hungry Venus-weed,", "Lundy ran clumsily for a long time between the dark and pressing walls.\n The flowers got closer. They got close enough to catch his vac-suit,\n like hands grasping and slipping and grasping again. He began using the\n blaster.", "Lundy's hands tingled and burned, not unpleasantly. He could still feel\n the small savage Thing fighting him, hidden in the net. It had felt\n vaguely cylindrical, and terribly alive.", "But the Thing didn't do them much good, dead. They had to have one\n alive, if they were going to find out what made it tick and learn how", "Farrell went on screaming. His throat seemed to be lined with\n impervium. Screaming and fighting the straps, because\nIt\nwas locked\n up and calling for help.", "The ship hit the water with a terrific smack. Spray geysered up, dead\n white against the black sea, fell back, and closed in. Presently even\n the ripples went away.", "He watched the flowers fasten on his vac-suit and start working. Then,\n from up ahead, through the dark close tunnel of the weeds, he saw the\n light." ], [ "Farrell was cracked wide open, of course, but he was tied down. Jackie\n Smith had begun to show signs before he passed out, so that Lundy had", "Jackie Smith was still out cold in the co-pilot's seat. From in back,\n beyond the closed door to the tiny inner cabin, Lundy could hear\n Farrell screaming and fighting.", "knees and reached in a vague sort of way for the controls. Jackie Smith\n watched him with dazed green eyes.", "Jackie Smith stirred slightly, groaned, and opened his pale green eyes.\n\n\n \"I'm cold,\" he said. \"Hi, Midget.\"", "Jackie Smith stirred slightly, groaned, to joggle himself. His black\n tunic was open over his chest, showing the white strapping of bandages,", "Jackie Smith raised the gun, a fraction of an inch. \"Open it, Midget,\"\n he whispered. \"She's cold in there.\"", "Jackie Smith said quietly, \"Hold it, Midget. She doesn't like it there\n in the safe. She's cold, and she wants to come out.\"", "Jackie Smith said suddenly, \"Midget, I'm cold. Get me a blanket.\"\n\n\n Lundy looked at him. His pale green eyes were half open, but not as\n though they saw anything. He was shivering.", "Black water swirled in around his weighted boots, and then the door\n opened wide and Jackie Smith came in.", "No one answered. The black water pushed at Lundy, rising high around\n him, trying to take him over to Jackie Smith. Lundy's mouth began to\n twitch.", "Lundy stopped himself after the third scream. He had to, because he\n knew if he screamed again he'd never stop. By that time the black water\n had pushed Jackie Smith away, over to the opposite wall, and covered\n his face.", "won't he ever stop screaming?\nThe rockets beat and thundered. The torn grey sky whipped past. Jackie\n Smith sat rigid, with closed eyes, white around the lips and breathing", "Smith said something that sounded like\nShe\nand folded up in his\n chair. Lundy rubbed his hand across his face. The lines of it were\n blurred and stupid. His dark eyes had no sense in them.", "\"No. She's hot. She can't breathe in there. She's hot.\"\n\n\n Then he jerked his head up and yelled. He came around to face Smith,\n unsteady but fast, and started for him.", "The breaks. Plain fool luck. Lundy moved his throbbing head stiffly on\n his aching neck, blinked sweat out of his bloodshot eyes, and wished to\n hell he was home in bed.", "There was silence in the ship. Nothing touched it. The rockets were\n outside it and didn't matter. Even Jackie Smith's careful breathing had\n stopped. Lundy went forward slowly, toward the door. Two steps.", "Lundy tripped and fell, cracking his head against the back of his\n helmet. For a moment all he could see was bright light flashing. Then", "Lundy looked over his shoulder. Smith was hunched around in his seat,\n holding the needle-gun from Lundy's holster on the pilot's chair. His", "He got up, feeling like something that had stood outside rusting for\n four hundred years or so. Smith didn't turn his head. Lundy growled at\n him.", "Lundy said, \"You damned fool,\" with no voice at all, and went on.\n\n\n Smith hit the firing stud." ], [ "Lundy didn't like that cold tight knot in his belly. It meant he was\n afraid. He'd been afraid before, plenty of times, and he wasn't ashamed", "The cold knot tightened in his belly like a cold blade stabbing.\n\n\n Lundy cursed. Thinking things like that was a sure way to punch your\n ticket right straight to blazes.", "Lundy stood still. The sweat ran on him and he was colder than a frog's\n belly in the rain; and for no reason at all he said thickly,", "The first thing Lundy knew about was the stillness. A dead feeling, as\n though everything in creation had stopped breathing.", "Lundy got up. Slowly, cold as a toad's belly and as white. His lips\n drew back from his teeth and stayed there, frozen.", "Everything hit him at once then. There wasn't much in him but his\n stomach, and that was tied down. But it tried hard to come up.\n Presently the spasms stopped, and then Lundy heard the knocking.", "of thick springy muscle under it, there was a knot. It was a large\n knot, and it was very, very cold in spite of the sweltering heat in", "Lundy stood looking at it with cold prickles running up and down his\n spine. He'd heard about things like this. Nobody knew an awful lot", "the cabin, and it had a nasty habit of yanking itself tight every few\n minutes, causing Lundy to jerk and sweat as though he'd been spiked.", "He lay on his back, his knees drawn up a little toward a rigid, knotted\n belly, blind with sweat, his heart kicking him like a logger's boot.\n Cold, tense—waiting.", "Lundy didn't believe any of it. He was half dead already, with his\n mind floating free of his body and beginning to be wrapped up in dark\n clouds. He watched what he saw incuriously.", "Then he stopped. The knot jerked tight in his stomach. Cold sweat\n needled him, and his nerves stung in a swift rush of fire.\n\n\n Farrell had quit screaming.", "The second thing was his body. It hurt like hell, and it was hot, and\n it didn't like the thick, foul air it was getting. Lundy pushed himself", "The bright flowers came down through the dark. Lundy lay watching them.\n His face was quite blank. His dark eyes held a stubborn hatred, but\n nothing else.", "He started to walk to the safe in the corner of the cabin. Lundy gagged\n and pulled himself up out of a cold black cloud and got his feet to\n moving.", "Lundy's hands tingled and burned, not unpleasantly. He could still feel\n the small savage Thing fighting him, hidden in the net. It had felt\n vaguely cylindrical, and terribly alive.", "It was headed the same way Lundy was. It must have made a bend\n somewhere and turned to meet him. Lundy licked cold sweat off his lips\n and stepped out on it.", "Lundy hoped he could keep from getting too much afraid, and too\n tired—because\nIt\nwas sitting back there in its little strongbox in\n the safe, waiting for somebody to crack.", "Smith said something that sounded like\nShe\nand folded up in his\n chair. Lundy rubbed his hand across his face. The lines of it were\n blurred and stupid. His dark eyes had no sense in them.", "No one answered. The black water pushed at Lundy, rising high around\n him, trying to take him over to Jackie Smith. Lundy's mouth began to\n twitch." ] ]

[ "According to the article, why are fund-raisers largely unbothered by receiving illegal campaign contributions?", "Why did the Democratic National Committee cease its vetting process for campaign donations in the early 1990s?", "Why does the writer posit that people were so obsessed with Indogate?", "What is the suggested Republican motivation for their displays of outrage at John Huang's corrupted fundraising tactics?", "Which of the following did Republicans not accuse Huang of regarding the Lippo affair?", "What makes Huang's actions unique compared to other corrupt fundraisers?", "Why did Bob Dole most likely love bananas so much?", "How was the DNC ultimately able to tighten the fundraising gap with Republicans?", "Why does the author suggest the House of Representatives investigated Newt Gingrich and not Haley Barbour?" ]

[ [ "There haven't been many consequences in the past, so they just apologize and move on.", "Because of pressure from the higher-ups in political campaigns.", "They only care about money and nothing else.", "Because their current processes for raising money are based on years of tradition and successful strategies." ], [ "In order to comply with new rules passed down by the Federal Election Commission.", "Clinton's reelection campaign wanted to remove barriers to its massive fundraising goal.", "They wanted to focus on their new strategy for tapping ethnic subcultures for cash.", "To better compete with the impressive fundraising number of the Republican National Convention." ], [ "A renewed interest in the legality of donations from ethnic groups.", "It provided an opportunity for reformers to highlight issues they felt were important in the national media.", "A new understanding of the function of soft money political campaign contributions.", "A combination of political games, perceived bias in media attention, and reform advocates." ], [ "To harm the political future of Democrats.", "To shift public opinion in their direction by inciting negative media attention.", "They're seeking political retribution for having to pay for their own shady dealings.", "They're angry about losing their superior fundraising position." ], [ "A quid-pro-quo transaction.", "A potential conflict of interest. ", "Using his federal office to fundraise.", "Taking donations illegally. " ], [ "He failed to properly vet campaign contributions", "He raised greater amounts of money than anyone else.", "He better understood how to leverage his position to pursue various ethnic groups for money.", "He successfully implemented the \"Team 100\" strategy to raise vast amounts of cash." ], [ "Because he owned a company that exported fruit internationally.", "Because he profited from the trade sanctions imposed upon Colombia, Ecuador, and Costa Rica.", "It was a result of the large campaign donations Chiquita gave to the RNC.", "He saw that bananas had the potential to boost America's economy." ], [ "By focusing the spotlight on Republican corruption thereby harming their fundraising efforts.", "By hedging bets on illegal fundraising practices.", "By marketing to specific ethnic groups living in the United States.", "By utilizing the exact same playbook Republicans had employed for decades." ], [ "Gingrich's violations with GOPAC were far more egregious than Barbour's with the RNC.", "Because of the inherent bias of the media covering such events.", "Because the court of public opinion is so easily swayed by external factors.", "There is no good explanation as campaign finance violations have traditionally been a murky legal area." ] ]

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[ [ "enforcement of these rules in the past, fund-raisers haven't lost", "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "of campaign financing is. The last thing they're about to", "favors in exchanges for campaign contributions are plentiful. Consider, for", "that these contributions were illegal because the contributors weren't legal", "position to raise campaign money. Actually, there is a fourth", "three categories of wrongdoing: 1) accepting illegal contributions; 2) trading", "raise money for his party, while they largely ignored the", "upcoming 1996 race. The culture of fund-raising rewards quantity,", "being raised in so-called \"soft money,\" which cannot be legally", "Buddhist temple fund-raiser. The FEC has frequently disallowed contributions", "same goes for contributions that are illegal by virtue of their", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "examples beyond number of simply illegal contributions that the press and", "Newt Gingrich's use of GOPAC to raise undisclosed contributions", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "by prudes at places like Common Cause. Meanwhile, though, a", "chief corporate category: soft money. With the help of Huang", "and public just shrugged off. Even Pat Robertson got busted", "party even bothered to claim that the tens of millions being" ], [ "In 1994, the DNC abandoned its own procedure for vetting", "In the 1992 election cycle, however, Ron Brown whittled", "to the DNC in 1995. But assuming, for purposes of", "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee. Coehlo (as documented in", "In 1996, the Democrats nearly caught up in the chief", "of the DNC for misdeeds that everybody commits? Or did", "Question 1: The DNC has now returned nearly half", "to the Democratic Party financing, so I won't dwell on", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "for cash. What Huang's higher-ups at the DNC can", "were essentially sold off in exchange for soft-money contributions.", "his master. As chairman of the DNC in the period", "Committee, while Republican National Chairman Haley Barbour's front for avoiding", "Newt Gingrich's use of GOPAC to raise undisclosed contributions", "illustrated by various outrageous incidents. In 1992, for example,", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "upcoming 1996 race. The culture of fund-raising rewards quantity,", "Americans giving to the Democratic Party of Florida, and so", "of campaign financing is. The last thing they're about to" ], [ "case, why is the Indogate scandal such a big story?", "the presently unfolding \"Indogate,\" to help them sensitize the", "every day. And press coverage is largely driven by how", "suggest any other reason is totally absurd.\") Or, there is", "questioned about it at the time--a judgment the press apparently", "and public just shrugged off. Even Pat Robertson got busted", "immediately obvious why reporters are so fascinated by John Huang's", "they did it was simple: imitation.", "spend, an act commentators compared at the time to running", "According to those", "the public to just how seamy the whole business of", "only as footnotes in the press. It is not immediately", "was reeling in. Instead, they looked the other way. In", "In fact, there", "Watergate, are seizing an opportunity to finally turn the tables.", "party even bothered to claim that the tens of millions being", "get. And given that there has been no real enforcement", "to such places as China and Indonesia, which became the", "illustrated by various outrageous incidents. In 1992, for example,", "Under oath, Huang has claimed he had only a \"passive" ], [ "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "John Huang was", "immediately obvious why reporters are so fascinated by John Huang's", "The Republican outrage", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "now, Republicans are making an enormous fuss about the Democrats,", "for cash. What Huang's higher-ups at the DNC can", "did John Huang and James Riady--and perhaps Harold Ickes", "by Republicans is true, the Indonesian scandal potentially involves three", "Committee, while Republican National Chairman Haley Barbour's front for avoiding", "Under oath, Huang has claimed he had only a \"passive", "chief corporate category: soft money. With the help of Huang", "safely flouted. In the Republican primaries, for instance, aides", "is sincere. GOP leaders are furious at losing an advantage", "Huang story as something new, reflecting the uniquely severe moral", "Mosbacher created, and which Brown perfected. To present the Huang", "Republicans. Reformers are happy to have any good example to", "Newt Gingrich's use of GOPAC to raise undisclosed contributions", "'s recent $1 million contribution to the California Republican Party" ], [ "Question 2: Is the Lippo scandal an egregious example of a political quid pro quo? \n\n Answer: Definitely not.", "John Huang was", "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "left the Lippo Group in 1994, Huang became a deputy", "Under oath, Huang has claimed he had only a \"passive", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "by Republicans is true, the Indonesian scandal potentially involves three", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "have been the Lippo Bank of Los Angeles, where he", "did John Huang and James Riady--and perhaps Harold Ickes", "the categories of campaign-financing sleaze raised by the Lippo case,", "of course, on facts we don't have. Huang may have", "by Huang from Indonesian and other Asian-American sources. Assuming that", "did Huang and the DNC do anything out of the", "serious charge against Huang.", "for cash. What Huang's higher-ups at the DNC can", "Mosbacher created, and which Brown perfected. To present the Huang", "immediately obvious why reporters are so fascinated by John Huang's", "chief corporate category: soft money. With the help of Huang", "of violation), there is still little novelty to the Huang" ], [ "Huang story as something new, reflecting the uniquely severe moral", "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "Huang case is novel, it would have to be as", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "of violation), there is still little novelty to the Huang", "Under oath, Huang has claimed he had only a \"passive", "Huang and others, they raised $102 million this year--almost", "of course, on facts we don't have. Huang may have", "chief corporate category: soft money. With the help of Huang", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "Huang was not", "for cash. What Huang's higher-ups at the DNC can", "If the Huang", "John Huang was", "Mosbacher created, and which Brown perfected. To present the Huang", "serious charge against Huang.", "left the Lippo Group in 1994, Huang became a deputy", "by Huang from Indonesian and other Asian-American sources. Assuming that", "Department. But that's a matter of personal corruption unrelated to", "Question 2: Is the Lippo scandal an egregious example of a political quid pro quo? \n\n Answer: Definitely not." ], [ "for instance, the relationship between Bob Dole and Chiquita. In", "where Dole's favorite bananas are grown. Why was a senator", "senator from Kansas so interested in bananas? It might have", "aides to Bob Dole admitted that they were going to", "of Asian-Americans for Bob Dole was California Rep. Jay Kim,", "In 1995, Dole introduced legislation to impose trade sanctions", "Dole spokeswoman Christina Martin said earlier this year. \"To suggest", "When Brown", "taken this position because it is right for America,\" Dole", "a Dole supporter named Simon Fireman is confined to his", "contribute $69,000 to the Dole campaign.", "illustrated by various outrageous incidents. In 1992, for example,", "let Dole use the company jet. (\"Sen. Dole has taken", "and public just shrugged off. Even Pat Robertson got busted", "Under oath, Huang has claimed he had only a \"passive", "In fact, there", "Answer: Not really.", "money. Ironically enough, his biggest creditor turns out to have", "Mosbacher created, and which Brown perfected. To present the Huang", "In the 1992 election cycle, however, Ron Brown whittled" ], [ "Question 1: The DNC has now returned nearly half", "for cash. What Huang's higher-ups at the DNC can", "to the DNC in 1995. But assuming, for purposes of", "his master. As chairman of the DNC in the period", "In 1994, the DNC abandoned its own procedure for vetting", "In 1996, the Democrats nearly caught up in the chief", "directors were not forgotten. Fifteen DNC staff members went with", "of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee. Coehlo (as documented in", "of the DNC for misdeeds that everybody commits? Or did", "soft money. Brown devised for the DNC a \"Managing Director\"", "as much as the Republicans' $121 million. The way they", "In the 1992 election cycle, however, Ron Brown whittled", "Americans giving to the Democratic Party of Florida, and so", "to the Democratic Party financing, so I won't dwell on", "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "position to raise campaign money. Actually, there is a fourth", "them. There's no hard evidence that he did DNC business", "so on. Just a few weeks ago, the RNC returned", "whittled it down to 3-2, thanks to corporate contributions. In", "upcoming 1996 race. The culture of fund-raising rewards quantity," ], [ "Committee, while Republican National Chairman Haley Barbour's front for avoiding", "Newt Gingrich's use of GOPAC to raise undisclosed contributions", "contributions a scandal being investigated by the House Ethics Committee,", "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "years. Newt Gingrich held a Sikh fund-raising event last", "entire department as a fund-raising vehicle. Why is Newt", "safely flouted. In the Republican primaries, for instance, aides", "by Republicans is true, the Indonesian scandal potentially involves three", "story? There are three reasons: reformers, reporters, and Republicans.", "Under oath, Huang has claimed he had only a \"passive", "in Brooks Jackson's Honest Graft ) was the first to", "The Republican outrage", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "Republicans. Reformers are happy to have any good example to", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "for instance, the relationship between Bob Dole and Chiquita. In", "questioned about it at the time--a judgment the press apparently", "is sincere. GOP leaders are furious at losing an advantage", "of Asian-Americans for Bob Dole was California Rep. Jay Kim,", "and public just shrugged off. Even Pat Robertson got busted" ] ]

[ "What was the state of Earth’s space travel capabilities at the time of this story?", "How did Diane and the main character end up as, effectively, a zoo exhibit?", "What or who are the Faces that appear in the fish tank's circular windows?", "What is the source of the Voice?", "Why did the furry humanoids agree to transport the fish tank to the planet where the story’s main action takes place?", "What was the role of the furry ones in breaking the terms of the treaty?", "Why were Diane and the main character spared by the furry ones?", "What is the reason for the limited thought processes evident in the main characters' narration and behavior?", "What does the story imply about the reason for the sudden ability of Diane to become pregnant?", "Why does the senior furry one kill his junior officer?" ]

[ [ "They had managed to send men to the Moon and satellites further out into the solar system.", "The space program was abandoned immediately after the first mission to Mars in order to focus resources on Earth's climate change problem.", "Earthers had spread not only through this galaxy, but throughout all of the known universe, and were considered the dominant species of intelligent life.", "Earth had accomplished enough to be able to travel to and colonize nearly four dozen planets." ], [ "As Earth's land became more damaged by climate change, a sub-group of Earthers returned to live in the sea. Diane and the main character were a new species of human - they were in the exhibit because they were part of Earth's ocean fauna.", "They both worked at the biggest sea life research facility on Earth. They were excited about the chance to accompany a selection of Earth's sea creatures to another planet, where new populations might be established.", "They happened to be on a space vacation when Earth was destroyed. They were captured and added to a sea life collection that was part of a gift commemorating a treaty. ", "They both worked for the Central Intelligence Agency. They volunteered for the mission to go to Energa as part of a sea life exhibit, with a mission plan to escape and then blend into the population." ], [ "They are the faces of the inhabitants of Energa viewing the sea life exhibit through the windows.", "They are just video illusions that were added by the zookeepers to provide something for the main character to focus his negative energy on.", "The Earth sea life exhibit is a very valuable research opportunity. The faces are beush assistants taking data on the giant aquarium.", "The faces are those of a water-dwelling race from another planet, separated from Earth's exhibit, but visible so that they could get accustomed to each other before being allowed to mingle." ], [ "The Voice is actually a jumble of the voices of the spectators looking at the exhibit. The sounds pass easily through the tank walls and the water.", "The main character has an earpiece connected to an Artificial Intelligence computer, like HAL, which can give him information and instructions.", "The Voice is his Central Intelligence Agency handler, transmitting instructions and information to the main character via a subdermal implant.", "The junior of the two furry humanoid officers can talk to the main character through a simple implant." ], [ "They added some of their own, native water-dwelling flora and fauna to the tank, which they hoped could be used to seed food for them on a potential future colonization site.", "They were part of a three-way treaty involving Earth, and they were the only signatory with a ship big enough to carry the gigantic tank to its destination.", "The furry humanoids were mainly traders and transporters. Being able to move the gigantic tank was an accomplishment they could use in advertising to other customers.", "The furry ones intended to abrogate the three-way treaty before they even signed it, and they volunteered to move the tank so that they could sabotage it with time-delayed fusion bombs." ], [ "The furry ones never broke the treaty. It was the Energi who refused to abide by the treaty terms and resumed piracy on interstellar shipping lanes very soon after it was signed.", "It was just small things, like imposing illegal tariffs and putting up bureaucratic barriers to entering and leaving spaceports that they controlled.", "It started with putting an outpost on a planet claimed by Earth, followed by other boundary skirmishes, then a resumption of all-out war.", "They began to find humans annoying, so they annihilated the species." ], [ "The furry ones had a deep commitment to observing the custom of helping non-combatant travelers stranded in space.", "They were kept alive as leverage for getting some furry prisoners being held on Earth returned to them.", "They were modified for use as a counter-intelligence tool on their remaining adversary’s planet.", "The beush was intrigued by their odd appearance and was turned on by Diane's long hair." ], [ "Although the modifications made to Diane and the main character to allow them to breathe underwater gave them enough oxygen to remain alive, they were constantly somewhat oxygen-deprived, which diminished many of their higher cerebral functions.", "They caught a brain-wasting disease from the porpoises. It didn't kill them, but it left them impaired.", "The furry ones wiped their minds clean except for the pre-existing feelings of passion between them.", "When a subset of humans returned to the sea, they found life so easy that intelligence was no longer a requirement for survival...so their mental capabilities diminished." ], [ "The furry ones had installed a reversible vasectomy valve on the main character when they installed the spheroid that the Voice spoke through, and through a software error, it stuck open.", "It is implied that a sufficient strength of mental desire on the main character’s part allowed her to conceive.", "The zookeepers on Energi put estrogen into the tank water to help Diane conceive.", "We can infer that Diane and the main character finally learned to actually complete the sex act instead of just engaging in foreplay with the porpoises." ], [ "Because the assistant was gunning for his job, and he needed to eliminate the competition.", "Because the human main character wanted the voice in his head to stop.", "Because he was absolutely furious about the many incorrect predictions the assistant beush had made.", "The operation was Top Secret. Since it appeared to be a failure now, he had to get rid of the only other one who knew all the project details." ] ]

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[ [ "Terran seas. But, as a warpspace message from the Terran Council\n indirectly proclaimed, the degenerate Terrans negatively possessed\n a ship of any Space type large or powerful enough to transport the", "\"Unknown to you,\nbeush\n, or to the masses and highers, an\n insignificant pleasure craft was extracted from Terran Space and", "As your memory also relates, the 'aquarium' was still in space when\n we found it necessary to obliterate the total race of Terrans. The", "before the Terrans grew pestiferous to our cause. We obliged, but even\n our vastest ship was slow, because the physical power necessary to\n bring the weight of the cell through warpspace quickly was too great", "negatively consumed with a planet when the bombs were detonated. The\n ship accommodated two Terrans. Proper Terrans by birth, negatively\n by reference. One was male, other female. The two had been in", "later.\n\"What count of planets had the Terrans infested?\" The furry humanoid\n leaned over the desk and stared, unblinking, at the lesser humanoid in", "\"One of our most competent protoplasmic computers stabilized the final\n steps of the Plan. We were to subject the two Terrans to radiation", "existed the Truce inter Energi, Terrans and ourselves, there was a\n certain period during which gifts of the three nucleus-planets were\n exchanged in friendship. The Terrans were self-contented to donate", "informer. \"The Light and Force Research of the Energi is executed in\n one center of one planet, the planet being Energa, as our intelligence\n service has conveniently listed it. The Energi have negative necessity", "The assistant continued without hesitation, embarrassed by his\n incompetency, \"A hyper-complex spheroid with radio interceptors,", "for the solitary four generators. It was imperative that the trip be on\n a longer trajectory arranged through norm-space. During the duration\n of the trip, feelings of suspicion arose inter Three Truce Races.", "They entered the well-illuminated closet and immediately slipped\n into the unwieldy metallic suits. Once again they took their seats,\n the", "\"Forty-three is the count,\nbeush\n,\" replied the other.\n\n\n \"And the count of planets destroyed?\"", "scarce for use on trivialities. Then an agent was placed behind the\n larger controls at our end of the instruments.\"", "Worlds of If Science Fiction, July 1963.\n\n Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that", "post-present.\"\nHis assistant trembled slightly. \"Unequivocally affirmative.\nBeush\n,\n your memory relates that five periods ante-present, when there", "\"Forty-three planetoid missiles were sent and detonated simultaneously\n without resistance or losses on our part,\nbeush\n,\" the assistant\nbeush\nanswered indirectly.", "us? War declared? Entities be wholly damned! Negative! Negativvv!\" The\n disintegrator was fired once more, this time into the orange eye of the\nbeush", "received the message of the race destruction, it was imperative that we\n establish an agent on Energa, near the Force Domes. We assumed that the", "to the Energi an immense 'aquarium'—an 'aquarium' consisting of a\n partly transparent cell in which was placed a collection of Terran\n life-forms that breathed their oxygen from the dense atmosphere of" ], [ "But Diane does not have babies. I am very sad when I see the porpoises\n and whales with their young. Diane and I sleep together in the Cave;", "sail past her. Diane pulls up her legs, knees under her chin, and puts\n her arms around them. She then drops like a rock toward the \"floor\".", "Diane is very warm and soft. We sleep in happiness, but when we are\n awake, we are lonely. I question the Voice about a baby for Diane, but\n the Voice is always silent.", "Diane has grabbed the tail of a porpoise, and both are playing. Diane\n and I love the porpoises. Sometimes we can even hear their thoughts.", "I have caught a porpoise by his top fin. He knows my wish, so he speeds\n toward Diane, circles her and butts her soft thighs with his snout. She", "The sharks come today, because Diane is having another baby. Diane\n hurts, and there is more blood than last time. Her face is not pretty", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted", "He is almost as tall as I am. The eldest girl is pretty like Diane,\n her body very white and soft but, since I\nwanted", "When I awoke Diane was not beside me. The rock of the Cave is jagged,\n so as I make my way from our bed of cool and slick seaweed, toward the", "bodies, like myself, and Diane. No body could be like Diane's. I think\n I should be quite sick if I saw the bodies of the Faces.", "the Faces watch us, as Diane and I came together, but we learned to do\n it as simply as we swim and sleep.", "all the crawling fish and crabs, where Diane and I walk and sleep.\n There are four \"sides\". \"Sides\" are smooth and blue walls, and have", "I try to pry her arms from around her legs gently, but she resists. I\n must use force. Diane does not mind when I do; because she knows I love\n her.", "Tomorrow we are leaving the tank. We will\nwant\nto leave it; it is\n getting crowded. The boy says that beyond the greater tank, which we\n will also leave, there is enough space for all the babies Diane could\n have if she lived forever.", "Diane and I have decided that we\nwant\na baby. Maybe the other fish\nwanted", "The room was cooled, and a large-eyed female with silky, ochrous\n fur—very desirable to the majority of humanoids—entered with two", "They entered the well-illuminated closet and immediately slipped\n into the unwieldy metallic suits. Once again they took their seats,\n the", "have come. I have never seen so many sharks, and as big as they are I\n have never seen. I am afraid, but still some sneak among us near Diane.", "swimming around and playing with the porpoises. Diane and I spend most\n of the time teaching the children by showing them things, and by giving\n them our thoughts by touching them.", "to deprive them of memory, except of the inter-attracting emotions,\n to allow them to live in harmony. Thirdly, we were to place them\n in the 'aquarium' and have them forwarded under the reference of" ], [ "The Voice then says that the Faces are watching us, as we sometimes\n watch the porpoises. It took a very long time to grow used to having", "greater tank. He also says that we must guard ourselves against Faces\n outside. That is strange, but the boy is a good boy. Many times he\n knows that things will happen before they do. He is a good boy.", "\"view-ports\"—round, transparent areas—on them. The Voice says that\n the things in the \"view-ports\" are Faces. I have a face, as does Diane.", "\"Damn the Faces. Damn them.\"", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted", "I grow to hate the Faces in the \"view-ports\". They are always watching,\n watching. The Voice says that they are enemies, and bad. The Faces have", "than the sharks and eels. It says that the Faces are evil.", "The Faces continue to stare. Many times I have searched for a word to\n show my hatred for them. I shall find it somehow, though. Sooner or\n later.", "But the cracked, flat things with small lights circling about them\n are not pretty like Diane's face. The Voice says that the Faces have", "the Faces watch us, as Diane and I came together, but we learned to do\n it as simply as we swim and sleep.", "The Voice will also be surprised to know that it took all twenty-nine\n of us to\nwant\nall the Faces around the tank to die, as the eldest boy", "THE FACES OUTSIDE\nBY BRUCE McALLISTER\nThey were all that was left of\n\n humanity—if they were still human!\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "It has been hundreds of days. Faces keep appearing, but I continue to\nwant\nthem to go away. Diane has had eighteen babies. The oldest are", "bodies, like myself, and Diane. No body could be like Diane's. I think\n I should be quite sick if I saw the bodies of the Faces.", "all the crawling fish and crabs, where Diane and I walk and sleep.\n There are four \"sides\". \"Sides\" are smooth and blue walls, and have", "said to do. We could not tell, but the boy said that six million Faces\n were dead. That seems impossible to me, but the boy is always right.", "the Faces. The Voice gave it to me. When I asked the Voice, it laughed\n and told me the word to use was \"damn\". So today I have thrice said,", "Tomorrow we are leaving the tank. We will\nwant\nto leave it; it is\n getting crowded. The boy says that beyond the greater tank, which we\n will also leave, there is enough space for all the babies Diane could\n have if she lived forever.", "and cold like dead fish. But we stay warm. There is the \"floor\" of\n the \"tank\", the \"floor\" being where all the rock and seaweed is, with", "to deprive them of memory, except of the inter-attracting emotions,\n to allow them to live in harmony. Thirdly, we were to place them\n in the 'aquarium' and have them forwarded under the reference of" ], [ "\"view-ports\"—round, transparent areas—on them. The Voice says that\n the things in the \"view-ports\" are Faces. I have a face, as does Diane.", "Diane is very warm and soft. We sleep in happiness, but when we are\n awake, we are lonely. I question the Voice about a baby for Diane, but\n the Voice is always silent.", "Sometimes I have caught it sneaking up behind me, but when I turn it\n leaves quickly. I have questioned the Voice about why the sharks leave.\n It does not know. It has no one to ask.", "The Voice then says that the Faces are watching us, as we sometimes\n watch the porpoises. It took a very long time to grow used to having", "beush\nhimself, by himself, and for the good of himself.\nWhen, if I ever do\nwant\nthe Voice to come back, it will be very", "not tried to hurt me: but I must think of them as enemies because the\n Voice says so. I ask bad, like the shark? The Voice says, no, worse", "There has been much useless noise and senseless talk from the Voice\n these days. It is annoying because I must concentrate on loving Diane\n and caring for the baby. So I", "wanted\nthe Voice to leave it. It left.\n\"Entities Be Simply Damned! The spheroid ceased to exist, assistant.\n How far can they go, assistant?\" The", "to me. But the Voice told me to call her Diane. When I call her Diane,\n I have a pleasant feeling, and she seems closer to me. She likes the", "I grow to hate the Faces in the \"view-ports\". They are always watching,\n watching. The Voice says that they are enemies, and bad. The Faces have", "The Voice will also be surprised to know that it took all twenty-nine\n of us to\nwant\nall the Faces around the tank to die, as the eldest boy", "But the cracked, flat things with small lights circling about them\n are not pretty like Diane's face. The Voice says that the Faces have", "greater tank. He also says that we must guard ourselves against Faces\n outside. That is strange, but the boy is a good boy. Many times he\n knows that things will happen before they do. He is a good boy.", "the Faces. The Voice gave it to me. When I asked the Voice, it laughed\n and told me the word to use was \"damn\". So today I have thrice said,", "I must mate with her every day, when the water is brightest. The Voice\n says so. It also says that I am in a \"tank\", and that the water is", "There was menace in his voice. The assistant trembled violently. Using\n the rare smile of that humanoid race, the\nbeush\ncontinued, \"Do\n negatively self-preoccupy. Resume your information, if contented.\"", "name \"Diane\". The Voice knew what was best, of course, as it always\n does.", "Today I found that none of the children have Voices. I could\nwant\nthem to have Voices, but the children's thoughts tell me that it is not\n right to have a Voice.", "the\nbeush\nreflecting and saying, \"As your memory relates, that\n explosion was a bomb-drop concussion from the Rebellers. We must now", "When I awoke Diane was not beside me. The rock of the Cave is jagged,\n so as I make my way from our bed of cool and slick seaweed, toward the" ], [ "'aquarium' to Energa. Our ships being the largest of the Truce, we\n were petitioned by the Terrans to transport it. These events developed", "As your memory also relates, the 'aquarium' was still in space when\n we found it necessary to obliterate the total race of Terrans. The", "later.\n\"What count of planets had the Terrans infested?\" The furry humanoid\n leaned over the desk and stared, unblinking, at the lesser humanoid in", "to the Energi an immense 'aquarium'—an 'aquarium' consisting of a\n partly transparent cell in which was placed a collection of Terran\n life-forms that breathed their oxygen from the dense atmosphere of", "before the Terrans grew pestiferous to our cause. We obliged, but even\n our vastest ship was slow, because the physical power necessary to\n bring the weight of the cell through warpspace quickly was too great", "negatively consumed with a planet when the bombs were detonated. The\n ship accommodated two Terrans. Proper Terrans by birth, negatively\n by reference. One was male, other female. The two had been in", "\"Contented,\" came the automatic reply, and the assistant began, \"The\n two humans were perfect for the Plan, I repeat. Before the Energi", "Terran seas. But, as a warpspace message from the Terran Council\n indirectly proclaimed, the degenerate Terrans negatively possessed\n a ship of any Space type large or powerful enough to transport the", "flared glasses of an odorless, transparent liquid—very desirable\n to the majority of humanoids. The lesser humanoid was being treated\n exceptionately well.", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted", "They entered the well-illuminated closet and immediately slipped\n into the unwieldy metallic suits. Once again they took their seats,\n the", "The room was cooled, and a large-eyed female with silky, ochrous\n fur—very desirable to the majority of humanoids—entered with two", "\"Unknown to you,\nbeush\n, or to the masses and highers, an\n insignificant pleasure craft was extracted from Terran Space and", "\"One of our most competent protoplasmic computers stabilized the final\n steps of the Plan. We were to subject the two Terrans to radiation", "Tomorrow we are leaving the tank. We will\nwant\nto leave it; it is\n getting crowded. The boy says that beyond the greater tank, which we\n will also leave, there is enough space for all the babies Diane could\n have if she lived forever.", "to deprive them of memory, except of the inter-attracting emotions,\n to allow them to live in harmony. Thirdly, we were to place them\n in the 'aquarium' and have them forwarded under the reference of", "We love the porpoises, so they help us now. They are chasing the\n sharks away, injuring and killing some.\n\"Entities, Warpspaced Entities! There has been reproduction.\"", "existed the Truce inter Energi, Terrans and ourselves, there was a\n certain period during which gifts of the three nucleus-planets were\n exchanged in friendship. The Terrans were self-contented to donate", "Diane and I have decided that we\nwant\na baby. Maybe the other fish\nwanted", "and have as a result two Terrans who could breathe their normal oxygen\n form H2O—the atmosphere of the 'aquarium', I repeat. We were then" ], [ "later.\n\"What count of planets had the Terrans infested?\" The furry humanoid\n leaned over the desk and stared, unblinking, at the lesser humanoid in", "the only other chair in the room. His gaze was dropped as he scratched\n informally at the heavy fur at his wrist. He raised his gaze again.", "existed the Truce inter Energi, Terrans and ourselves, there was a\n certain period during which gifts of the three nucleus-planets were\n exchanged in friendship. The Terrans were self-contented to donate", "There was menace in his voice. The assistant trembled violently. Using\n the rare smile of that humanoid race, the\nbeush\ncontinued, \"Do\n negatively self-preoccupy. Resume your information, if contented.\"", "us? War declared? Entities be wholly damned! Negative! Negativvv!\" The\n disintegrator was fired once more, this time into the orange eye of the\nbeush", "The room was cooled, and a large-eyed female with silky, ochrous\n fur—very desirable to the majority of humanoids—entered with two", "\"There is negatively great amount they can do. Negative danger, because\n we have studied their instincts and emotions and found that they will", "before the Terrans grew pestiferous to our cause. We obliged, but even\n our vastest ship was slow, because the physical power necessary to\n bring the weight of the cell through warpspace quickly was too great", "We love the porpoises, so they help us now. They are chasing the\n sharks away, injuring and killing some.\n\"Entities, Warpspaced Entities! There has been reproduction.\"", "As your memory also relates, the 'aquarium' was still in space when\n we found it necessary to obliterate the total race of Terrans. The", "The Voice will also be surprised to know that it took all twenty-nine\n of us to\nwant\nall the Faces around the tank to die, as the eldest boy", "The Voice then says that the Faces are watching us, as we sometimes\n watch the porpoises. It took a very long time to grow used to having", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted", "\"Forty-three planetoid missiles were sent and detonated simultaneously\n without resistance or losses on our part,\nbeush\n,\" the assistant\nbeush\nanswered indirectly.", "They entered the well-illuminated closet and immediately slipped\n into the unwieldy metallic suits. Once again they took their seats,\n the", "the\nbeush\nreflecting and saying, \"As your memory relates, that\n explosion was a bomb-drop concussion from the Rebellers. We must now", "I have caught a porpoise by his top fin. He knows my wish, so he speeds\n toward Diane, circles her and butts her soft thighs with his snout. She", "negatively consumed with a planet when the bombs were detonated. The\n ship accommodated two Terrans. Proper Terrans by birth, negatively\n by reference. One was male, other female. The two had been in", "for the solitary four generators. It was imperative that the trip be on\n a longer trajectory arranged through norm-space. During the duration\n of the trip, feelings of suspicion arose inter Three Truce Races.", "\"Forty-three is the count,\nbeush\n,\" replied the other.\n\n\n \"And the count of planets destroyed?\"" ], [ "Diane is very warm and soft. We sleep in happiness, but when we are\n awake, we are lonely. I question the Voice about a baby for Diane, but\n the Voice is always silent.", "But Diane does not have babies. I am very sad when I see the porpoises\n and whales with their young. Diane and I sleep together in the Cave;", "bodies, like myself, and Diane. No body could be like Diane's. I think\n I should be quite sick if I saw the bodies of the Faces.", "Diane has grabbed the tail of a porpoise, and both are playing. Diane\n and I love the porpoises. Sometimes we can even hear their thoughts.", "The sharks come today, because Diane is having another baby. Diane\n hurts, and there is more blood than last time. Her face is not pretty", "He is almost as tall as I am. The eldest girl is pretty like Diane,\n her body very white and soft but, since I\nwanted", "I have caught a porpoise by his top fin. He knows my wish, so he speeds\n toward Diane, circles her and butts her soft thighs with his snout. She", "But the cracked, flat things with small lights circling about them\n are not pretty like Diane's face. The Voice says that the Faces have", "When I awoke Diane was not beside me. The rock of the Cave is jagged,\n so as I make my way from our bed of cool and slick seaweed, toward the", "The room was cooled, and a large-eyed female with silky, ochrous\n fur—very desirable to the majority of humanoids—entered with two", "have come. I have never seen so many sharks, and as big as they are I\n have never seen. I am afraid, but still some sneak among us near Diane.", "sail past her. Diane pulls up her legs, knees under her chin, and puts\n her arms around them. She then drops like a rock toward the \"floor\".", "\"There is negatively great amount they can do. Negative danger, because\n we have studied their instincts and emotions and found that they will", "later.\n\"What count of planets had the Terrans infested?\" The furry humanoid\n leaned over the desk and stared, unblinking, at the lesser humanoid in", "\"Be assured without preoccupation that there exists negative danger of\n reproduction.\"\nThe name I wanted to call Diane was not good, because her breasts are", "\"Contented,\" came the automatic reply, and the assistant began, \"The\n two humans were perfect for the Plan, I repeat. Before the Energi", "I try to pry her arms from around her legs gently, but she resists. I\n must use force. Diane does not mind when I do; because she knows I love\n her.", "Tomorrow we are leaving the tank. We will\nwant\nto leave it; it is\n getting crowded. The boy says that beyond the greater tank, which we\n will also leave, there is enough space for all the babies Diane could\n have if she lived forever.", "\"One of our most competent protoplasmic computers stabilized the final\n steps of the Plan. We were to subject the two Terrans to radiation", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted" ], [ "Diane is very warm and soft. We sleep in happiness, but when we are\n awake, we are lonely. I question the Voice about a baby for Diane, but\n the Voice is always silent.", "The\nbeush\nignored the assistant's words and said, \"I have received\n copies of the thought-patterns and translations. There was something\n strange and very powerful about the meaning of the male's thought,\n 'want'. I query.\"", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted", "not tried to hurt me: but I must think of them as enemies because the\n Voice says so. I ask bad, like the shark? The Voice says, no, worse", "greater tank. He also says that we must guard ourselves against Faces\n outside. That is strange, but the boy is a good boy. Many times he\n knows that things will happen before they do. He is a good boy.", "The Faces continue to stare. Many times I have searched for a word to\n show my hatred for them. I shall find it somehow, though. Sooner or\n later.", "\"\nYorbeush\n,\" cried the assistant in defense. \"It is physically\n impossible. But they are mutants. It is negatively impossible that they\n possess Mind Force to a degree.\"", "\"There is negatively great amount they can do. Negative danger, because\n we have studied their instincts and emotions and found that they will", "They entered the well-illuminated closet and immediately slipped\n into the unwieldy metallic suits. Once again they took their seats,\n the", "The sharks come today, because Diane is having another baby. Diane\n hurts, and there is more blood than last time. Her face is not pretty", "the\nbeush\nreflecting and saying, \"As your memory relates, that\n explosion was a bomb-drop concussion from the Rebellers. We must now", "There was menace in his voice. The assistant trembled violently. Using\n the rare smile of that humanoid race, the\nbeush\ncontinued, \"Do\n negatively self-preoccupy. Resume your information, if contented.\"", "But the cracked, flat things with small lights circling about them\n are not pretty like Diane's face. The Voice says that the Faces have", "It has been hundreds of days. Faces keep appearing, but I continue to\nwant\nthem to go away. Diane has had eighteen babies. The oldest are", "to deprive them of memory, except of the inter-attracting emotions,\n to allow them to live in harmony. Thirdly, we were to place them\n in the 'aquarium' and have them forwarded under the reference of", "\"To what degree? What degree could produce reproduction when it is\n physically impossible?\" The\nbeush\nwas sarcastic. \"How far can they\n go?\"", "Diane has grabbed the tail of a porpoise, and both are playing. Diane\n and I love the porpoises. Sometimes we can even hear their thoughts.", "scarce for use on trivialities. Then an agent was placed behind the\n larger controls at our end of the instruments.\"", "\"Contented,\" came the automatic reply, and the assistant began, \"The\n two humans were perfect for the Plan, I repeat. Before the Energi", "He is almost as tall as I am. The eldest girl is pretty like Diane,\n her body very white and soft but, since I\nwanted" ], [ "Diane is very warm and soft. We sleep in happiness, but when we are\n awake, we are lonely. I question the Voice about a baby for Diane, but\n the Voice is always silent.", "The sharks come today, because Diane is having another baby. Diane\n hurts, and there is more blood than last time. Her face is not pretty", "hard and large, as is her stomach. I think she is sick.\nI do not think Diane is sick. I think she is going to have a baby.", "\"Be assured without preoccupation that there exists negative danger of\n reproduction.\"\nThe name I wanted to call Diane was not good, because her breasts are", "But Diane does not have babies. I am very sad when I see the porpoises\n and whales with their young. Diane and I sleep together in the Cave;", "Diane and I have decided that we\nwant\na baby. Maybe the other fish\nwanted", "It has been hundreds of days. Faces keep appearing, but I continue to\nwant\nthem to go away. Diane has had eighteen babies. The oldest are", "Tomorrow we are leaving the tank. We will\nwant\nto leave it; it is\n getting crowded. The boy says that beyond the greater tank, which we\n will also leave, there is enough space for all the babies Diane could\n have if she lived forever.", "surprised to know that Diane has had twenty-four babies; that the three\n eldest boys have mated twice, once and twice, and have had four babies.", "\"Rest assured,\nhigher beush\n.\"\nThere is much blood in the water today. Diane is having a baby; sharks", "He is almost as tall as I am. The eldest girl is pretty like Diane,\n her body very white and soft but, since I\nwanted", "I try to pry her arms from around her legs gently, but she resists. I\n must use force. Diane does not mind when I do; because she knows I love\n her.", "sail past her. Diane pulls up her legs, knees under her chin, and puts\n her arms around them. She then drops like a rock toward the \"floor\".", "wanted\nthem, so they got them. We\nwant\na baby.\n\"The two Terrans were so biologically mutated and are so nearly", "\"To what degree? What degree could produce reproduction when it is\n physically impossible?\" The\nbeush\nwas sarcastic. \"How far can they\n go?\"", "When I awoke Diane was not beside me. The rock of the Cave is jagged,\n so as I make my way from our bed of cool and slick seaweed, toward the", "to me. But the Voice told me to call her Diane. When I call her Diane,\n I have a pleasant feeling, and she seems closer to me. She likes the", "over the \"tank\". I must mate with Diane every \"noon\".", "name \"Diane\". The Voice knew what was best, of course, as it always\n does.", "I have caught a porpoise by his top fin. He knows my wish, so he speeds\n toward Diane, circles her and butts her soft thighs with his snout. She" ], [ "beush\nrose, screamed\n hysterically for three seconds and then fired the hand weapon point\n blank at the neck of his assistant.", "The assistant looked at the\nbeush\n, picked up his partially full glass\n and, before he could sip it, was dashed to the floor beside the", "the only other chair in the room. His gaze was dropped as he scratched\n informally at the heavy fur at his wrist. He raised his gaze again.", "There was menace in his voice. The assistant trembled violently. Using\n the rare smile of that humanoid race, the\nbeush\ncontinued, \"Do\n negatively self-preoccupy. Resume your information, if contented.\"", "The Voice will also be surprised to know that it took all twenty-nine\n of us to\nwant\nall the Faces around the tank to die, as the eldest boy", "later.\n\"What count of planets had the Terrans infested?\" The furry humanoid\n leaned over the desk and stared, unblinking, at the lesser humanoid in", "not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to,\n but there is no one to do so.\"\nToday I damned the Faces nine times and finally\nwanted", "not tried to hurt me: but I must think of them as enemies because the\n Voice says so. I ask bad, like the shark? The Voice says, no, worse", "The\nbeush\nignored the assistant's words and said, \"I have received\n copies of the thought-patterns and translations. There was something\n strange and very powerful about the meaning of the male's thought,\n 'want'. I query.\"", "I have caught a porpoise by his top fin. He knows my wish, so he speeds\n toward Diane, circles her and butts her soft thighs with his snout. She", "greater tank. He also says that we must guard ourselves against Faces\n outside. That is strange, but the boy is a good boy. Many times he\n knows that things will happen before they do. He is a good boy.", "beush\nhimself. The former helped the higher to his unstable legs, and was\n commented to by the same, \"Assistant, proceed to the protecroom.\"", "us? War declared? Entities be wholly damned! Negative! Negativvv!\" The\n disintegrator was fired once more, this time into the orange eye of the\nbeush", "\"Damn the Faces. Damn them.\"", "\"There is negatively great amount they can do. Negative danger, because\n we have studied their instincts and emotions and found that they will", "They entered the well-illuminated closet and immediately slipped\n into the unwieldy metallic suits. Once again they took their seats,\n the", "\"Of certainty,\nbeush\n,\" began the assistant with all the grace of an", "As your memory also relates, the 'aquarium' was still in space when\n we found it necessary to obliterate the total race of Terrans. The", "\"\nYorbeush\n,\" cried the assistant in defense. \"It is physically\n impossible. But they are mutants. It is negatively impossible that they\n possess Mind Force to a degree.\"", "Sometimes I have caught it sneaking up behind me, but when I turn it\n leaves quickly. I have questioned the Voice about why the sharks leave.\n It does not know. It has no one to ask." ] ]

[ "Why was Farrell screaming?", "What is Lundy’s nickname, and why is it appropriate?", "What gender is the alien space creature?", "Why is Jackie Smith so cold?", "How did Lundy, Farrell and Smith come to be on the ship?", "How did Lundy’s flier end up on the bottom of the Venusian Ocean?", "Who or what is Iron Mike?", "Why didn’t Lundy fall under the spell of the alien creature?", "Why did the flowers let go of Lundy at the end?" ]

[ [ "Because he had a terrible headache due to the magnetic currents in the atmosphere of Venus.", "Because he was cold, and he thought he was getting frostbite.", "Because he was claustrophobic, and had been in the flier so long that he had lost his mind.", "Because he had lost his mind due to the influence of an alien creature, which was distressed over having been caught and locked up." ], [ "His nickname is Midget, which is appropriate because he is a dwarf, a desirable feature for cramped spaceships.", "His nickname is White Cloud, which is appropriate because that’s the city he was from.", "His nickname is Iron Mike, which is appropriate because he has steely powers of concentration.", "His nickname is Midget, which is appropriate because he is not very tall, at least by Earther standards." ], [ "The species of which this creature is a member has three genders, and this particular one was the neutral gender, known as It.", "The alien is cylindrical with a fluted surface - an alien \n computer, not a living being at all, according to the story.", "The men affected by the alien referred to it as female, but its gender is not clearly defined in the story.", "The creature is a female." ], [ "He is cold because he has lost so much of his blood volume, and can’t circulate enough fluid.", "He is cold because It told him that SHE was cold.", "Because the space ship is very poorly insulated, and they are in the upper reaches of Venus’ atmosphere, where it is extremely cold.", "He is from Mercury, and used to much more extreme heat. Venus feels cold to him." ], [ "Lundy and Smith were given the task of capturing one of the alien space creatures for study by scientists. They found Farrell, mentally gone, when they picked up It.", "The three of them set out as a team with the mission of capturing It, but Farrell ended up falling under its spell.", "Smith and Farrell were sent to capture It, but when It took over Farrell’s mind, Lundy was sent from White Cloud to help Smith get Farrell back to base. ", "Lundy is the Venus equivalent of a federal marshal, and he was sent out to pick up Farrell and Smith, who had been affected by the alien creature." ], [ "The autopilot couldn’t handle the magnetic currents in the atmosphere and blew up, plunging the ship into the sea.", "The flier ran out of fuel at an inopportune time, and they had to ditch in the ocean.", "Farrell got loose in the back, released It, and It took over the ship’s controls and sent the ship into a nosedive to try to kill all three men.", "Smith attacked Lundy and purposely drove the flier down into the ocean to spare himself more torment and kill It." ], [ "Iron Mike is Farrell’s nickname.", "Iron Mike is the autopilot computer.", "Iron Mike is the name Lundy gave to his vacuum suit, which he wore under the sea.", "Iron Mike is the call sign for Lundy’s flier." ], [ "It could only control two people at a time, and It was already controlling Farrell and Smith.", "He was an exceptionally strong person, and engaging in meditation helped him fight It off.", "He had taken some Benzedrine, which was known to help people resist the alien’s mind control.", "His behavior suggests that he did succumb to the alien in the moments before the flier crashed." ], [ "Because the residents of the underwater Venusian city called off their “guard flowers.” ", "They did not like the taste of his vacuum suit.", "Because he swam up away from the underwater road, and they were rooted in place.", "He burned so many of them with his blaster that they gave up." ] ]

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[ [ "Farrell went on screaming. His throat seemed to be lined with\n impervium. Screaming and fighting the straps, because\nIt\nwas locked\n up and calling for help.", "Then he stopped. The knot jerked tight in his stomach. Cold sweat\n needled him, and his nerves stung in a swift rush of fire.\n\n\n Farrell had quit screaming.", "Jackie Smith was still out cold in the co-pilot's seat. From in back,\n beyond the closed door to the tiny inner cabin, Lundy could hear\n Farrell screaming and fighting.", "He'd been screaming a long time. Ever since the shot of\navertin\nLundy\n had given him after he was taken had begun to wear thin. Fighting the\n straps and screaming, a hoarse jarring sound with no sense in it.", "Behind him Farrell whimpered once like a puppy and lay down across the\n little safe. He didn't move again. Lundy got down on his hands and", "Lundy stopped himself after the third scream. He had to, because he\n knew if he screamed again he'd never stop. By that time the black water\n had pushed Jackie Smith away, over to the opposite wall, and covered\n his face.", "Farrell was standing in the opening. A nice guy with a wife and two\n kids. His face still looked like that, but the eyes in it were not\n sane, nor even human.", "cut into his shirt and pants, into his flesh and sinew, deep enough\n to show his bare white ribs. There was blood. A lot of blood. Farrell\n didn't mind.", "Farrell went down on his knees beside the safe. He put his hands on its\n blank and gleaming face and turned to Lundy. He was crying.", "He was suddenly beyond caring. The dull black curtain around his mind\n got a hole in it, and fear came shrieking through it. He could feel the", "Farrell was cracked wide open, of course, but he was tied down. Jackie\n Smith had begun to show signs before he passed out, so that Lundy had", "Lundy didn't care. He crawled through Farrell's blood, and he didn't\n care about that, either. He pushed Farrell's body back against the", "won't he ever stop screaming?\nThe rockets beat and thundered. The torn grey sky whipped past. Jackie\n Smith sat rigid, with closed eyes, white around the lips and breathing", "under the leathery burn, and said through set teeth, \"Oi! Farrell sure\n did a good job on me.\"", "didn't mind kicking around. But Farrell wasn't that kind. He was just a\n nice guy that got trapped by something too big for him.", "\"No. She's hot. She can't breathe in there. She's hot.\"\n\n\n Then he jerked his head up and yelled. He came around to face Smith,\n unsteady but fast, and started for him.", "He hadn't slept for a long time. Tracking Farrell hadn't been any\n breeze, and taking him—and\nIt", "No one answered. The black water pushed at Lundy, rising high around\n him, trying to take him over to Jackie Smith. Lundy's mouth began to\n twitch.", "Screaming to be free, because of\nIt\n.", "He burned off a lot of them that way. They didn't like it. They began\n swaying in from their roots and down from the laced ceiling over his\n head. They hurt. They were angry. Lundy ran, sobbing without tears." ], [ "Lundy turned his head. Normally he had a round, fresh, merry face, with\n bright dark eyes and a white, small-boyish grin. Now he looked like", "Lundy stood still. The sweat ran on him and he was colder than a frog's\n belly in the rain; and for no reason at all he said thickly,", "\"Oh, Lord,\" whispered Lundy. \"Oh, my Lord!\"", "Somewhere inside of Lundy, inside the rumpled, sweat-soaked black\n uniform of the Tri-World Police, Special Branch, and the five-foot-six", "Smith said something that sounded like\nShe\nand folded up in his\n chair. Lundy rubbed his hand across his face. The lines of it were\n blurred and stupid. His dark eyes had no sense in them.", "The first thing Lundy knew about was the stillness. A dead feeling, as\n though everything in creation had stopped breathing.", "The breaks. Plain fool luck. Lundy moved his throbbing head stiffly on\n his aching neck, blinked sweat out of his bloodshot eyes, and wished to\n hell he was home in bed.", "It\n—had been plain and fancy hell. Lundy\n was only human. He was tired. Bushed. Cooked. Beat to the socks.", "Lundy stood looking at it with cold prickles running up and down his\n spine. He'd heard about things like this. Nobody knew an awful lot", "Lundy got up. Slowly, cold as a toad's belly and as white. His lips\n drew back from his teeth and stayed there, frozen.", "Lundy said, \"You damned fool,\" with no voice at all, and went on.\n\n\n Smith hit the firing stud.", "The bright flowers came down through the dark. Lundy lay watching them.\n His face was quite blank. His dark eyes held a stubborn hatred, but\n nothing else.", "Lundy didn't believe any of it. He was half dead already, with his\n mind floating free of his body and beginning to be wrapped up in dark\n clouds. He watched what he saw incuriously.", "Not even Lundy cared, out cold in the space-tight cabin, with his body\n wedged up against the safe and tears drying with the sweat on his\n stubbled cheeks.\nII", "at Lundy. Not long. Only for a second. But long enough.", "Lundy couldn't see much of it, because of the weeds. But it seemed to\n be a big city. There was a wall around it, of green marble veined with", "fight, when they caught up with him in a native village high up in the\n Mountains of White Cloud.\nLundy still felt sick about that. The bull-meat, the hard boys, you", "\"Oh, Lord,\" whispered Lundy. \"Oh Lord,\nwhat did he see before he\n drowned\n?\"", "Lundy began to fight. His lips peeled back off his teeth, but he didn't\n make any noise except his heavy breathing. He fought the flowers,", "The second thing was his body. It hurt like hell, and it was hot, and\n it didn't like the thick, foul air it was getting. Lundy pushed himself" ], [ "heart, and soul to a Thing from outer space, so that he was willing to\n kill to protect It.\nOh, hell!\nthought Lundy wearily,", "Lundy's hands tingled and burned, not unpleasantly. He could still feel\n the small savage Thing fighting him, hidden in the net. It had felt\n vaguely cylindrical, and terribly alive.", "But the Thing didn't do them much good, dead. They had to have one\n alive, if they were going to find out what made it tick and learn how", "Scientists had some ideas about that life from Out There. They'd had\n a lucky break and found one of The Things, dead, and there were vague", "\"Open it. You've got to open it. She wants to come out. She's\n frightened.\"", "Being under water wouldn't bother a Thing from outer space. He reached\n up and lifted the net of tight-woven metal-mesh down off its hook and\n fastened it on his belt. Then he walked over and opened the airlock\n door.", "\"No. She's hot. She can't breathe in there. She's hot.\"\n\n\n Then he jerked his head up and yelled. He came around to face Smith,\n unsteady but fast, and started for him.", "There was silence in the ship. Nothing touched it. The rockets were\n outside it and didn't matter. Even Jackie Smith's careful breathing had\n stopped. Lundy went forward slowly, toward the door. Two steps.", "partly with the blaster, partly with brute strength. No science, no\n thought. Just the last blind struggle of an animal that didn't want to\n die.", "Nothing came out but a hoarse animal whimper. He was still holding the\n blaster. He fired it off a couple of times, and then he was on top of\n the block, lying flat on his belly.", "The clouds outside ripped and tore across the ship's nose, and\n presently only water showed. Black, still, tideless water dotted with\n little islands of floating weed that stirred and slithered with a life\n of their own.", "\"On Mercury, where I was born,\" he said, \"the climate is suitable for\n human beings. You Old-World pantywaists....\" He broke off, turned white", "flowers, and the only creatures that followed it were little fish\n with jewelled eyes. But it was still there, still ready, still going\n somewhere.", "Life. Life from outer space, swept out of a cloud of cosmic dust by the\n gravitic pull of Venus. Since Venus had hit the cloud there had been a", "Thick pearly-grey Venusian sky went past the speeding flier in\n streamers of torn cloud. The rockets throbbed and pounded. Instruments", "The first thing Lundy knew about was the stillness. A dead feeling, as\n though everything in creation had stopped breathing.", "TERROR OUT OF SPACE\nby LEIGH BRACKETT\nAn eerie story of a silver land beneath the black\n\n Venusian seas. A grim tale of brooding terror whirling out of space to", "Farrell went on screaming. His throat seemed to be lined with\n impervium. Screaming and fighting the straps, because\nIt\nwas locked\n up and calling for help.", "There was level sand spreading away from the ship. The silver light\n came up out of it. Some kind of phosphorescence, as bright as moonlight\n and faintly tinged with green.", "After a while he dropped the bottle and stood still, not looking at\n anything, until he stopped shaking. Then he pulled his vac-suit down\n off its hook and climbed into it. His face was grey and quite blank." ], [ "Jackie Smith said quietly, \"Hold it, Midget. She doesn't like it there\n in the safe. She's cold, and she wants to come out.\"", "Jackie Smith stirred slightly, groaned, and opened his pale green eyes.\n\n\n \"I'm cold,\" he said. \"Hi, Midget.\"", "Jackie Smith raised the gun, a fraction of an inch. \"Open it, Midget,\"\n he whispered. \"She's cold in there.\"", "Jackie Smith said suddenly, \"Midget, I'm cold. Get me a blanket.\"\n\n\n Lundy looked at him. His pale green eyes were half open, but not as\n though they saw anything. He was shivering.", "Jackie Smith was still out cold in the co-pilot's seat. From in back,\n beyond the closed door to the tiny inner cabin, Lundy could hear\n Farrell screaming and fighting.", "knees and reached in a vague sort of way for the controls. Jackie Smith\n watched him with dazed green eyes.", "Farrell was cracked wide open, of course, but he was tied down. Jackie\n Smith had begun to show signs before he passed out, so that Lundy had", "No one answered. The black water pushed at Lundy, rising high around\n him, trying to take him over to Jackie Smith. Lundy's mouth began to\n twitch.", "Jackie Smith stirred slightly, groaned, to joggle himself. His black\n tunic was open over his chest, showing the white strapping of bandages,", "Black water swirled in around his weighted boots, and then the door\n opened wide and Jackie Smith came in.", "Lundy stopped himself after the third scream. He had to, because he\n knew if he screamed again he'd never stop. By that time the black water\n had pushed Jackie Smith away, over to the opposite wall, and covered\n his face.", "\"No. She's hot. She can't breathe in there. She's hot.\"\n\n\n Then he jerked his head up and yelled. He came around to face Smith,\n unsteady but fast, and started for him.", "won't he ever stop screaming?\nThe rockets beat and thundered. The torn grey sky whipped past. Jackie\n Smith sat rigid, with closed eyes, white around the lips and breathing", "Smith said something that sounded like\nShe\nand folded up in his\n chair. Lundy rubbed his hand across his face. The lines of it were\n blurred and stupid. His dark eyes had no sense in them.", "He got up, feeling like something that had stood outside rusting for\n four hundred years or so. Smith didn't turn his head. Lundy growled at\n him.", "There was silence in the ship. Nothing touched it. The rockets were\n outside it and didn't matter. Even Jackie Smith's careful breathing had\n stopped. Lundy went forward slowly, toward the door. Two steps.", "\"You're cold,\" he said sourly. He licked sweat off his lips. \"Oh, fine!\n That was all I needed.\"", "\"No. No, but—I've heard her.\" Smith's heavy lips twitched and parted.\n The breath sucked through between them, hoarse and slow.", "Lundy stood still. The sweat ran on him and he was colder than a frog's\n belly in the rain; and for no reason at all he said thickly,", "Lundy went to the inner cabin, walking steadily. He looked around\n carefully and then went back. He stopped by the lock panel.\n\n\n \"Okay, Jackie,\" he said. \"In a minute. In a minute, boy.\"" ], [ "Jackie Smith was still out cold in the co-pilot's seat. From in back,\n beyond the closed door to the tiny inner cabin, Lundy could hear\n Farrell screaming and fighting.", "Farrell was cracked wide open, of course, but he was tied down. Jackie\n Smith had begun to show signs before he passed out, so that Lundy had", "\"You'll live,\" said Lundy. He tried not to think about how nearly both\n he and Smith had come to not living. Farrell had put up one hell of a", "They came drifting toward Lundy. They didn't seem to be moving fast,\n but they must have been because quite suddenly they were among the", ", or\nIt\n, hadn't been caught alive before. Not before Lundy and Smith, with\n every scientific aid Special could give them, had tracked down Farrell", "Lundy had tied him down to the bunk with four heavy straps. Breast,\n belly, thighs, and feet. The marks of them were on Farrell. They were", "Behind him Farrell whimpered once like a puppy and lay down across the\n little safe. He didn't move again. Lundy got down on his hands and", "Lundy stopped himself after the third scream. He had to, because he\n knew if he screamed again he'd never stop. By that time the black water\n had pushed Jackie Smith away, over to the opposite wall, and covered\n his face.", "Lundy looked over his shoulder. Smith was hunched around in his seat,\n holding the needle-gun from Lundy's holster on the pilot's chair. His", "Lundy said, \"You damned fool,\" with no voice at all, and went on.\n\n\n Smith hit the firing stud.", "No one answered. The black water pushed at Lundy, rising high around\n him, trying to take him over to Jackie Smith. Lundy's mouth began to\n twitch.", "Smith said something that sounded like\nShe\nand folded up in his\n chair. Lundy rubbed his hand across his face. The lines of it were\n blurred and stupid. His dark eyes had no sense in them.", "There was silence in the ship. Nothing touched it. The rockets were\n outside it and didn't matter. Even Jackie Smith's careful breathing had\n stopped. Lundy went forward slowly, toward the door. Two steps.", "Lundy turned his head. Normally he had a round, fresh, merry face, with\n bright dark eyes and a white, small-boyish grin. Now he looked like", "Somewhere inside of Lundy, inside the rumpled, sweat-soaked black\n uniform of the Tri-World Police, Special Branch, and the five-foot-six", "Farrell went down on his knees beside the safe. He put his hands on its\n blank and gleaming face and turned to Lundy. He was crying.", "Not even Lundy cared, out cold in the space-tight cabin, with his body\n wedged up against the safe and tears drying with the sweat on his\n stubbled cheeks.\nII", "Lundy didn't care. He crawled through Farrell's blood, and he didn't\n care about that, either. He pushed Farrell's body back against the", "He got up, feeling like something that had stood outside rusting for\n four hundred years or so. Smith didn't turn his head. Lundy growled at\n him.", "\"Okay.\" Lundy reached out and closed the switch marked A. \"But I'll let\n Mike do the flying. He can probably last five minutes before he blows\n his guts out.\"" ], [ "Lundy looked all around the cabin. He didn't speak. He looked sideways\n out of the port. There was water out there. The black sea-water of\n Venus; clear and black, like deep night.", "\"Okay.\" Lundy reached out and closed the switch marked A. \"But I'll let\n Mike do the flying. He can probably last five minutes before he blows\n his guts out.\"", "Thick pearly-grey Venusian sky went past the speeding flier in\n streamers of torn cloud. The rockets throbbed and pounded. Instruments", "Lundy ran clumsily for a long time between the dark and pressing walls.\n The flowers got closer. They got close enough to catch his vac-suit,\n like hands grasping and slipping and grasping again. He began using the\n blaster.", "Iron Mike was just a pattycake when it came to Venusian atmosphere\n flying. The constant magnetic compensation heated the robot coils to\n the fusing point in practically no time at all.", "about Venus yet. It was a young, tough, be-damned-to-you planet, and it\n was apt to give the snoopy scientific guys a good swift boot in their\n store teeth.", "Not even Lundy cared, out cold in the space-tight cabin, with his body\n wedged up against the safe and tears drying with the sweat on his\n stubbled cheeks.\nII", "The flowers held him. They smothered him, crushed him down, wrapped him\n in lovely burning petals of destruction. He seared a lot of them, but\n there were always more. Lundy didn't fight long.", "There was silence in the ship. Nothing touched it. The rockets were\n outside it and didn't matter. Even Jackie Smith's careful breathing had\n stopped. Lundy went forward slowly, toward the door. Two steps.", "heart, and soul to a Thing from outer space, so that he was willing to\n kill to protect It.\nOh, hell!\nthought Lundy wearily,", "The first thing Lundy knew about was the stillness. A dead feeling, as\n though everything in creation had stopped breathing.", "The second thing was his body. It hurt like hell, and it was hot, and\n it didn't like the thick, foul air it was getting. Lundy pushed himself", "They came drifting toward Lundy. They didn't seem to be moving fast,\n but they must have been because quite suddenly they were among the", "Flowers. Lundy got too close to some of them once. They reached out and\n opened round mouths full of spines and sucked at him hungrily. The\n fish gave them a wide berth. After that, so did Lundy.", "now the readings I see on those dials aren't there at all....\nDown below the torn grey clouds he could see occasional small patches\n of ocean. The black, still, tideless water of Venus, that covers so", "\"Oh, Lord,\" whispered Lundy. \"Oh Lord,\nwhat did he see before he\n drowned\n?\"", "The bright flowers came down through the dark. Lundy lay watching them.\n His face was quite blank. His dark eyes held a stubborn hatred, but\n nothing else.", "The clouds outside ripped and tore across the ship's nose, and\n presently only water showed. Black, still, tideless water dotted with\n little islands of floating weed that stirred and slithered with a life\n of their own.", "jerked erratically under the swirl of magnetic currents that makes the\n Venusian atmosphere such a swell place for pilots to go nuts in.", "The ship hit the water with a terrific smack. Spray geysered up, dead\n white against the black sea, fell back, and closed in. Presently even\n the ripples went away." ], [ "Quite suddenly, Iron Mike blew his guts out.", "Iron Mike was just a pattycake when it came to Venusian atmosphere\n flying. The constant magnetic compensation heated the robot coils to\n the fusing point in practically no time at all.", "\"Okay.\" Lundy reached out and closed the switch marked A. \"But I'll let\n Mike do the flying. He can probably last five minutes before he blows\n his guts out.\"", "The breaks. Plain fool luck. Lundy moved his throbbing head stiffly on\n his aching neck, blinked sweat out of his bloodshot eyes, and wished to\n hell he was home in bed.", "Jackie Smith stirred slightly, groaned, and opened his pale green eyes.\n\n\n \"I'm cold,\" he said. \"Hi, Midget.\"", "\"No. She's hot. She can't breathe in there. She's hot.\"\n\n\n Then he jerked his head up and yelled. He came around to face Smith,\n unsteady but fast, and started for him.", "Jackie Smith said suddenly, \"Midget, I'm cold. Get me a blanket.\"\n\n\n Lundy looked at him. His pale green eyes were half open, but not as\n though they saw anything. He was shivering.", "Not even Lundy cared, out cold in the space-tight cabin, with his body\n wedged up against the safe and tears drying with the sweat on his\n stubbled cheeks.\nII", "Jackie Smith raised the gun, a fraction of an inch. \"Open it, Midget,\"\n he whispered. \"She's cold in there.\"", "Smith said something that sounded like\nShe\nand folded up in his\n chair. Lundy rubbed his hand across his face. The lines of it were\n blurred and stupid. His dark eyes had no sense in them.", "Somewhere inside of Lundy, inside the rumpled, sweat-soaked black\n uniform of the Tri-World Police, Special Branch, and the five-foot-six", "Jackie Smith was still out cold in the co-pilot's seat. From in back,\n beyond the closed door to the tiny inner cabin, Lundy could hear\n Farrell screaming and fighting.", "He got up, feeling like something that had stood outside rusting for\n four hundred years or so. Smith didn't turn his head. Lundy growled at\n him.", "Farrell went on screaming. His throat seemed to be lined with\n impervium. Screaming and fighting the straps, because\nIt\nwas locked\n up and calling for help.", "Everything hit him at once then. There wasn't much in him but his\n stomach, and that was tied down. But it tried hard to come up.\n Presently the spasms stopped, and then Lundy heard the knocking.", "Jackie Smith stirred slightly, groaned, to joggle himself. His black\n tunic was open over his chest, showing the white strapping of bandages,", "Lundy stood looking at it with cold prickles running up and down his\n spine. He'd heard about things like this. Nobody knew an awful lot", "He was suddenly beyond caring. The dull black curtain around his mind\n got a hole in it, and fear came shrieking through it. He could feel the", "Smith's ugly face twisted as though he might be going to cry. \"Midget!\n I don't want to shoot you. Open the safe!\"", "No one answered. The black water pushed at Lundy, rising high around\n him, trying to take him over to Jackie Smith. Lundy's mouth began to\n twitch." ], [ "heart, and soul to a Thing from outer space, so that he was willing to\n kill to protect It.\nOh, hell!\nthought Lundy wearily,", "The first thing Lundy knew about was the stillness. A dead feeling, as\n though everything in creation had stopped breathing.", "Lundy stood looking at it with cold prickles running up and down his\n spine. He'd heard about things like this. Nobody knew an awful lot", "Lundy's hands tingled and burned, not unpleasantly. He could still feel\n the small savage Thing fighting him, hidden in the net. It had felt\n vaguely cylindrical, and terribly alive.", "Lundy didn't believe any of it. He was half dead already, with his\n mind floating free of his body and beginning to be wrapped up in dark\n clouds. He watched what he saw incuriously.", "Lundy stood still. The sweat ran on him and he was colder than a frog's\n belly in the rain; and for no reason at all he said thickly,", "Lundy stopped himself after the third scream. He had to, because he\n knew if he screamed again he'd never stop. By that time the black water\n had pushed Jackie Smith away, over to the opposite wall, and covered\n his face.", "He burned off a lot of them that way. They didn't like it. They began\n swaying in from their roots and down from the laced ceiling over his\n head. They hurt. They were angry. Lundy ran, sobbing without tears.", "The flowers held him. They smothered him, crushed him down, wrapped him\n in lovely burning petals of destruction. He seared a lot of them, but\n there were always more. Lundy didn't fight long.", "Flowers. Lundy got too close to some of them once. They reached out and\n opened round mouths full of spines and sucked at him hungrily. The\n fish gave them a wide berth. After that, so did Lundy.", "There was silence in the ship. Nothing touched it. The rockets were\n outside it and didn't matter. Even Jackie Smith's careful breathing had\n stopped. Lundy went forward slowly, toward the door. Two steps.", "Everything hit him at once then. There wasn't much in him but his\n stomach, and that was tied down. But it tried hard to come up.\n Presently the spasms stopped, and then Lundy heard the knocking.", "The bright flowers came down through the dark. Lundy lay watching them.\n His face was quite blank. His dark eyes held a stubborn hatred, but\n nothing else.", "Lundy got up. Slowly, cold as a toad's belly and as white. His lips\n drew back from his teeth and stayed there, frozen.", "drive men mad, of a menace without name or form, and of the man, Lundy,\n\n who fought the horror, his eyes blinded by his will. For to see the", "Not even Lundy cared, out cold in the space-tight cabin, with his body\n wedged up against the safe and tears drying with the sweat on his\n stubbled cheeks.\nII", "Lundy didn't like that cold tight knot in his belly. It meant he was\n afraid. He'd been afraid before, plenty of times, and he wasn't ashamed", "\"You'll live,\" said Lundy. He tried not to think about how nearly both\n he and Smith had come to not living. Farrell had put up one hell of a", "\"Okay.\" Lundy reached out and closed the switch marked A. \"But I'll let\n Mike do the flying. He can probably last five minutes before he blows\n his guts out.\"", "Lundy began to fight. His lips peeled back off his teeth, but he didn't\n make any noise except his heavy breathing. He fought the flowers," ], [ "The flowers held him. They smothered him, crushed him down, wrapped him\n in lovely burning petals of destruction. He seared a lot of them, but\n there were always more. Lundy didn't fight long.", "The bright flowers came down through the dark. Lundy lay watching them.\n His face was quite blank. His dark eyes held a stubborn hatred, but\n nothing else.", "Lundy began to fight. His lips peeled back off his teeth, but he didn't\n make any noise except his heavy breathing. He fought the flowers,", "He began to crawl over a great tilted block. The flowers burned bright\n in the darkness. Bright and close. Very close. Lundy opened his mouth.", "Flowers. Lundy got too close to some of them once. They reached out and\n opened round mouths full of spines and sucked at him hungrily. The\n fish gave them a wide berth. After that, so did Lundy.", "He burned off a lot of them that way. They didn't like it. They began\n swaying in from their roots and down from the laced ceiling over his\n head. They hurt. They were angry. Lundy ran, sobbing without tears.", "The flowers were brighter here. They hung like lamps in the black\n water, burning with a light that seemed to come out of themselves.\n Sullen reds and angry yellows, and coldly vicious blues.", "The weeds grew in thicker and closer. They bulged out from their roots,\n in over the stone edges. The flowers opened their bright hungry mouths\n and yearned at Lundy, reaching.", "Lundy ran clumsily for a long time between the dark and pressing walls.\n The flowers got closer. They got close enough to catch his vac-suit,\n like hands grasping and slipping and grasping again. He began using the\n blaster.", "that spread away as far as Lundy could see on either side. He was glad\n of the road. It was wide, and if he stayed in the middle of it the\n flowers couldn't reach him.", "They didn't want to. They let go reluctantly, drawing back and snarling\n like cats robbed of a fat mouse, making small hungry feints at him. But\n they went.", "He sat down and rested a while, turning off his light to save the\n battery. The flowers watched him, glowing in the dark. He closed his\n eyes, but he could still feel them, watching and waiting.", "Lundy didn't believe any of it. He was half dead already, with his\n mind floating free of his body and beginning to be wrapped up in dark\n clouds. He watched what he saw incuriously.", "flowers, and the only creatures that followed it were little fish\n with jewelled eyes. But it was still there, still ready, still going\n somewhere.", "Lundy stopped himself after the third scream. He had to, because he\n knew if he screamed again he'd never stop. By that time the black water\n had pushed Jackie Smith away, over to the opposite wall, and covered\n his face.", "And then the flowers went away.", "The first thing Lundy knew about was the stillness. A dead feeling, as\n though everything in creation had stopped breathing.", "No one answered. The black water pushed at Lundy, rising high around\n him, trying to take him over to Jackie Smith. Lundy's mouth began to\n twitch.", "He watched the flowers fasten on his vac-suit and start working. Then,\n from up ahead, through the dark close tunnel of the weeds, he saw the\n light.", "\"Oh, Lord,\" whispered Lundy. \"Oh Lord,\nwhat did he see before he\n drowned\n?\"" ] ]

[ "One Korean donated a quarter of a million dollars at the behest of John Huang. The DNC gave back about $2.5 million in donations related to Huang’s questionable activities. Approximately how many foreigners were definitively determined to have donated illegally as part of this scandal?", "Which phrase appears to BEST capture the attitude of campaign fundraisers over time?", "What does the term “Indogate” refer to?", "Based on the story, getting adequate money to run expensive political campaigns seems to involve:", "Why does the author think that John Huang’s peccadillos were blown into such a scandal?", "Why, according to the story, it so difficult to get evidence of trading official government action on the global stage for campaign donations?", "What does the poor legal outcome for a relatively minor Dole contributor compared to the legal outcomes for major presidential candidates and their top allies and aides tell us?", "What does the author mean by characterizing Ron Brown as a \"disciple of Robert Mosbacher who became an even greater talent than his master\"?", "What large agricultural corporation did Bob Dole show favoritism to after they donated to his campaign?" ]

[ [ "One.", "Since they all gave different amounts, it cannot be determined.", "Over 100.", "Ten." ], [ "It is better to give than to receive.", "It’s easier to get forgiveness than permission.", "Be sure to pay off the appropriate law enforcement authorities so that they look the other way.", "It's better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in war." ], [ "It is Watergate-style shorthand for a scandal involving donations to the DNC from businessmen in various locations in Asia.", "It refers to the ongoing scandal of the revolving door that allows partisan campaign fund raisers to exit their positions through the “door” and come back in as enforcers through the “gate” of the Federal Election Commission.", "It refers to the cover-up of a green-card-for-money scheme concocted by John Huang to bring his Asian friends into the country, not for campaign money, but to feather his own nest.", "It is the name given to a scandal involving FDA approval for the drug Indomethacin, used to treat gout, in return for a campaign contribution to the DNC." ], [ "Spending an enormous amount of time and energy on the telephone asking individual constituents for their support.", "Finding a few big, legal donors and putting the screws to them for every dollar.", "Careful attention to accounting so that ground level campaign workers don’t spend the contents of the campaign treasure chest on too many pizza parties.", "Not asking too many questions about the source of the money." ], [ "The major explanation offered by the author for John Huang being dragged through the mud is that he was not a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant (the dominant power group in America), so he was an easy target.", "He indicates that the primary cause is Republican jealousy over losing their overwhelming corporate fundraising advantage over Democrats during the course of the last couple of decades.", "According to the author, they weren’t peccadillos, they were major crimes, so they merited major national media and prosecutorial action. He even identifies the four unprecedented illegal strategies used by Huang.", "He identifies these explanations: outraged do-gooders seeking stronger campaign finance laws; media actors trying to prove their neutrality; and GOP leaders obscuring their own sins by playing “whatabout” with the Democrats." ], [ "Some foreign cultures run on agreements sealed by a handshake, or even the lift of an eyebrow, without the necessity for the kind of records on paper that would help an investigator discover wrongdoing.", "Since most of their communication takes place on foreign soil, it is nearly impossible to get written documentation of the quid pro quo that would prove intent in court.", "Presidents use their executive powers to protect communications that could otherwise be subpoenaed by Congress and subjected to careful legal scrutiny.", "It’s easy to kick back a favor for someone related to an obscure environmental rule, but questions of global strategy and policy are so complex and involve so many actors that it is difficult to show links between the money and the foreign policy favor." ], [ "That FEC enforcement consists of literally putting the names of campaign contribution violators into a hat, shaking it, and drawing out the winning name for prosecution.", "That hiring the competent lawyers is an indispensable part of being involved in politics in today’s world.", "That those who have the most money have the most influence, even to the point of becoming “untouchable” by the law.", "That no one is above the law, and if you engage in criminal activity, the law is coming for you." ], [ "He means that Ron Brown studied and emulated Mosbacher’s actions as Commerce Secretary even though Mosbacher worked for a Republican administration and Brown worked for a Democrat, and then went him one better.", "He means that Mosbacher started a religious cult based on partisan politics. Ron Brown joined, but then started his own cult that was specific to Democrats.", "He means that Brown and Mosbacher attended the same church in Washington, DC and became friends, with Mosbacher mentoring Brown, even though they were political rivals.", "He means that Ron Brown worked for Robert Mosbacher to learn the ropes of operating the Commerce Department as a fundraising arm of the party in power, but extended this use beyond what Mosbacher did." ], [ "Since Dole’s spokeswoman denied that Dole showed favoritism by exempting Honduras from his trade sanction legislation, the fact that he had previously received $677,000 and an offer to use the company jet from Chiquita’s CEO, means nothing..", "He showed a preference for the Chiquita corporation by exempting their primary banana-growing location from his legislation imposing trade sanctions on other Central American countries.", "He showed a preference for the Chiquita corporation by exempting their primary banana-growing location from his executive order imposing trade sanctions on other Central American countries.", "He showed a preference for Dole corporation, the family business. He anticipated that his family would need the extra money when he kicked off his presidential campaign." ] ]

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[ [ "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "John Huang was", "for cash. What Huang's higher-ups at the DNC can", "taking illegal contributions from four Korean companies.", "in the case of one $250,000 Korean contribution), did", "did John Huang and James Riady--and perhaps Harold Ickes", "example, Republicans got contributions totaling $633,770 from a Japanese-American", "Question 1: The DNC has now returned nearly half", "In 1994, the DNC abandoned its own procedure for vetting", "Question 2: Is the Lippo scandal an egregious example of a political quid pro quo? \n\n Answer: Definitely not.", "Under oath, Huang has claimed he had only a \"passive", "did Huang and the DNC do anything out of the", "to the DNC in 1995. But assuming, for purposes of", "Huang and others, they raised $102 million this year--almost", "chief corporate category: soft money. With the help of Huang", "that these contributions were illegal because the contributors weren't legal", "immediately obvious why reporters are so fascinated by John Huang's", "Kim, who is under investigation by the FEC for taking" ], [ "position to raise campaign money. Actually, there is a fourth", "of campaign financing is. The last thing they're about to", "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "upcoming 1996 race. The culture of fund-raising rewards quantity,", "those with experience in fund raising, it is often a", "favors in exchanges for campaign contributions are plentiful. Consider, for", "enforcement of these rules in the past, fund-raisers haven't lost", "by prudes at places like Common Cause. Meanwhile, though, a", "spend, an act commentators compared at the time to running", "raise money for his party, while they largely ignored the", "entire department as a fund-raising vehicle. Why is Newt", "employed ethnic fund-raisers--Jewish, Korean, Greek, Chinese--for many years.", "years. Newt Gingrich held a Sikh fund-raising event last", "In the 1992 election cycle, however, Ron Brown whittled", "the last campaign cycle?", "Campaign finance is", "being raised in so-called \"soft money,\" which cannot be legally", "If one focuses on the narrow category of contributions that are", "been the black hats of the campaign business since Watergate,", "chief corporate category: soft money. With the help of Huang" ], [ "the presently unfolding \"Indogate,\" to help them sensitize the", "case, why is the Indogate scandal such a big story?", "by Huang from Indonesian and other Asian-American sources. Assuming that", "to such places as China and Indonesia, which became the", "Answer: Not really.", "the Indonesia case, however, there is as yet no evidence", "In fact, there", "According to those", "When Brown", "Under oath, Huang has claimed he had only a \"passive", "his Boston apartment, where he wears an electronic collar and", "by Republicans is true, the Indonesian scandal potentially involves three", "Watergate, are seizing an opportunity to finally turn the tables.", "is an arcane and confusing subject, filled with unspoken understandings.", "suggest any other reason is totally absurd.\") Or, there is", "dealing with his old company, the Indonesian-based Lippo conglomerate,", "years. Newt Gingrich held a Sikh fund-raising event last", "So if, in", "Japanese-American with Hong Kong connections named Michael Kojima. No one", "only as footnotes in the press. It is not immediately" ], [ "position to raise campaign money. Actually, there is a fourth", "favors in exchanges for campaign contributions are plentiful. Consider, for", "of campaign financing is. The last thing they're about to", "Campaign finance is", "White House to raise extraordinary amounts of money for the upcoming", "money. Ironically enough, his biggest creditor turns out to have", "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "chief corporate category: soft money. With the help of Huang", "raise money for his party, while they largely ignored the", "being raised in so-called \"soft money,\" which cannot be legally", "for cash. What Huang's higher-ups at the DNC can", "upcoming 1996 race. The culture of fund-raising rewards quantity,", "In the 1992 election cycle, however, Ron Brown whittled", "the public to just how seamy the whole business of", "spend, an act commentators compared at the time to running", "every day. And press coverage is largely driven by how", "legally used for federal elections, was being spent on anything", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "Department. But that's a matter of personal corruption unrelated to" ], [ "John Huang was", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "Under oath, Huang has claimed he had only a \"passive", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "immediately obvious why reporters are so fascinated by John Huang's", "of course, on facts we don't have. Huang may have", "Huang story as something new, reflecting the uniquely severe moral", "did John Huang and James Riady--and perhaps Harold Ickes", "of violation), there is still little novelty to the Huang", "Huang case is novel, it would have to be as", "Question 2: Is the Lippo scandal an egregious example of a political quid pro quo? \n\n Answer: Definitely not.", "Huang and others, they raised $102 million this year--almost", "Mosbacher created, and which Brown perfected. To present the Huang", "If the Huang", "for cash. What Huang's higher-ups at the DNC can", "serious charge against Huang.", "and public just shrugged off. Even Pat Robertson got busted", "Huang was not", "by Republicans is true, the Indonesian scandal potentially involves three" ], [ "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "favors in exchanges for campaign contributions are plentiful. Consider, for", "of campaign financing is. The last thing they're about to", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "Question 2: Is the Lippo scandal an egregious example of a political quid pro quo? \n\n Answer: Definitely not.", "Department. But that's a matter of personal corruption unrelated to", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "trading favors for contributions; and 3) misusing a government position", "be any evidence: Big foreign-policy decisions simply aren't susceptible to", "the public to just how seamy the whole business of", "them. There's no hard evidence that he did DNC business", "Under oath, Huang has claimed he had only a \"passive", "three categories of wrongdoing: 1) accepting illegal contributions; 2) trading", "chief corporate category: soft money. With the help of Huang", "own use of the Commerce Department to dun corporations for campaign", "for cash. What Huang's higher-ups at the DNC can", "get. And given that there has been no real enforcement", "position to raise campaign money. Actually, there is a fourth", "were essentially sold off in exchange for soft-money contributions.", "means. It all . But that's the Commerce Department Mosbacher" ], [ "contribute $69,000 to the Dole campaign.", "aides to Bob Dole admitted that they were going to", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "favors in exchanges for campaign contributions are plentiful. Consider, for", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "and public just shrugged off. Even Pat Robertson got busted", "safely flouted. In the Republican primaries, for instance, aides", "for instance, the relationship between Bob Dole and Chiquita. In", "of the DNC for misdeeds that everybody commits? Or did", "that these contributions were illegal because the contributors weren't legal", "of campaign financing is. The last thing they're about to", "three categories of wrongdoing: 1) accepting illegal contributions; 2) trading", "In the 1992 election cycle, however, Ron Brown whittled", "invisible line separates the campaign-finance violations that become major media", "Department. But that's a matter of personal corruption unrelated to", "In 1994, the DNC abandoned its own procedure for vetting", "a Dole supporter named Simon Fireman is confined to his", "position to raise campaign money. Actually, there is a fourth", "example, Republicans got contributions totaling $633,770 from a Japanese-American" ], [ "campaign funds, Ron Brown was Mosbacher's disciple, though he", "Mosbacher created, and which Brown perfected. To present the Huang", "here actually goes to Robert Mosbacher, George Bush's secretary of", "and George Bush's Robert Mosbacher, who were using the entire", "of commerce. As Bush's campaign chairman in 1988, Mosbacher", "In the 1992 election cycle, however, Ron Brown whittled", "apparently agreed with.) Mosbacher's last act as commerce secretary was", "means. It all . But that's the Commerce Department Mosbacher", "When Brown", "Mosbacher invented the Team 100--a designation for the 249", "he proved to be an even greater talent than his", "with Brown was Melissa Moss, who took over the Office", "the last two secretaries of commerce, Clinton's Ron Brown and", "Director\" program to match Mosbacher's Republican \"Team 100.\"", "in soft money to the RNC. When Mosbacher became secretary", "Brown became secretary of commerce in 1993, the managing directors", "the focus of Brown's career at Commerce. On these trips,", "has been like for 160 years,\" Mosbacher said when questioned", "period leading up to the 1992 election, Brown followed the", "his master. As chairman of the DNC in the period" ], [ "contribute $69,000 to the Dole campaign.", "for instance, the relationship between Bob Dole and Chiquita. In", "aides to Bob Dole admitted that they were going to", "In 1995, Dole introduced legislation to impose trade sanctions", "favors in exchanges for campaign contributions are plentiful. Consider, for", "of Asian-Americans for Bob Dole was California Rep. Jay Kim,", "let Dole use the company jet. (\"Sen. Dole has taken", "Question 3: Did John Huang break new ground in exploiting his government office for campaign-fund-raising purposes? \n\n Answer: No.", "where Dole's favorite bananas are grown. Why was a senator", "own use of the Commerce Department to dun corporations for campaign", "chief corporate category: soft money. With the help of Huang", "Huang affair. Federal Election Commission files disclose many examples of", "companies like Boeing and AT&T. According to an article in", "example, Republicans got contributions totaling $633,770 from a Japanese-American", "In the 1992 election cycle, however, Ron Brown whittled", "Dole spokeswoman Christina Martin said earlier this year. \"To suggest", "to try to compete with the Republicans for corporate soft", "Soo Yoo, who makes John Huang look like a piker", "a Dole supporter named Simon Fireman is confined to his", "249 corporate contributors who gave $100,000 or more in" ] ]

[ "The time Ed Loyce spent digging in his basement could be symbolic of", "Once Loyce discovers what is hanging from the lamppost, he is outraged. The other citizens he encounters ", "Loyce is completely perplexed \n", "How does Loyce explain that he missed out on understanding the reason for the man being hung in the town square?", "Loyce knows that the police officers who attempt to take him in are not actually town police officers because", "What does Loyce notice about the City Hall?", "Later, Loyce realizes he killed", "When Loyce makes his way to the next town over, his appearance is akin to", "The town Commissioner points out to Loyce that" ]

[ [ "Him digging up dirt on the people of the town.", "Him digging up dirt on his family's secrets.", "Him ultimately digging his own grave.", "Him digging up dirt on the town's officials." ], [ "Are not concerned and feel there is a reason for what is transpiring. ", "Are currently headed to get the police involved in the situation at hand.", "Try to tell Loyce about what is going on, but Loyce will not listen.", "Share in his outrage and go on a mission to get to the bottom of the issue." ], [ "That his wife had not called to tell him about what had happened during the day.", "By the fact that no one cares that there is a body hanging in the town square.", "That the Chamber of Commerce has no concern for how the hanging stranger will affect his business.", "By the fact that he was not made aware of the plan to hang the man, as he is always involved in this sort of decision-making." ], [ "He did not attend the Chamber of Commerce meeting that discussed the event.", "He was at a meeting at his sons' school.", "He was at work and missed the radio announcement.", "He missed the announcement when he was digging in his basement." ], [ "Their badges show they are actually from another town.", "As a businessman in the town, he knows everyone on the police force, and he does not know those two men.", "They are not wearing uniforms, nor do they follow police procedures. ", "They cannot produce a badge to show their identity." ], [ "The Chamber of Commerce is hosting a meeting to discuss the transpiring events.", "There is a bomb located on the steps of the building, and it is set to go off at midnight.", "Alien insects appear to be descending on the building.", "It has become the town's refuge against the alien invaders." ], [ "An alien leader, thus why Loyce is a target of this invading race.", "A man who was like him and had escaped the initial wave of the invasion.", "His wife in his attempt to escape.", "An alien who was disguised as a friend." ], [ "The other aliens.", "A normal businessman with an appointment to meet with the town's Commissioner.", "A man who was completely insane.", "The man who was hanging in his town square." ], [ "Resistance against the aliens is futile.", "He did the right thing by coming to him so that they can stop the alien invasion.", "Loyce is insane, and there are no alien invaders. He lets Loyce know that he will be arrested for murder.", "The hanging man was simply a trap to capture those like Loyce." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Insane? No. Just lucky. If I hadn't been down in the basement I'd be\n like all the rest of you.\" Loyce peered out the window. \"But I can't\n stand here talking. Get your coat.\"", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "\"Loyce.\" He mopped his forehead wearily. \"Edward C. Loyce. Listen to me.\n Back there—\"", "Ed Loyce grinned weakly. \"Good Lord. I guess I sort of went off the deep\n end. I thought maybe something had happened. You know, something like", "Five o'clock Ed Loyce washed up, tossed on his hat and coat, got his car\n out and headed across town toward his TV sales store. He was tired. His", "\"The body!\" Ed shouted. \"The body hanging there!\"\n\n\n More people collected. \"Is he sick? It's Ed Loyce. You okay, Ed?\"", "Ed Loyce slammed the door behind him and came into the living room.\n \"Pull down the shades. Quick.\"\n\n\n Janet moved toward the window. \"But—\"", "\"The body!\" Loyce screamed, struggling to get past them. Hands caught at\n him. He tore loose. \"Let me go! The police! Get the police!\"\n\n\n \"Ed—\"", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "Loyce opened the door. For a brief second he looked back at his wife and\n son. Then he slammed the door behind him and raced down the porch steps.", "He was seeing—them.\nFor a long time Loyce watched, crouched behind a sagging fence in a pool\n of scummy water.", "\"The body. There in the park.\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed.\" Jenkins led him into the alcove of LOYCE TV SALES AND\n SERVICE. \"Take it easy.\"", "Loyce sagged. \"Thank God.\"\n\n\n \"So you got away.\" The Commissioner shook his head. \"You were down in\n your cellar instead of at work. A freak chance. One in a million.\"", "Loyce groped around. His fingers closed over something. A rock, lying in\n the gutter. He crawled to his feet, grunting with pain. A shape loomed\n before him. A man, the bright-eyed man with the book.", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "Loyce ducked into a hardware store. He raced toward the back, past the\n startled clerks and customers, into the shipping room and through the", "The man had been middle-aged. His clothing was ripped and torn, a gray\n suit, splashed and caked with dried mud. A stranger. Loyce had never", "back and shoulders ached from digging dirt out of the basement and\n wheeling it into the back yard. But for a forty-year-old man he had done", "Loyce squirmed through. The bus was slowing down. Houses on all sides. A\n residential district, lawns and tall apartment buildings. Behind him,", "Ed pulled open the desk drawer and spilled the contents out onto the\n floor. He grabbed up a road map and spread it open. \"They'll have the" ], [ "From the lamppost something was hanging. A shapeless dark bundle,\n swinging a little with the wind. Like a dummy of some sort. Loyce rolled", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "\"That's right.\" Loyce pulled himself up with a violent effort. \"Listen\n to me. Back there. In the square. Hanging from the lamppost—\"", "\"The body!\" Ed shouted. \"The body hanging there!\"\n\n\n More people collected. \"Is he sick? It's Ed Loyce. You okay, Ed?\"", "\"See it?\" Ed pointed into the gathering gloom. The lamppost jutted up\n against the sky—the post and the bundle swinging from it. \"There it is.", "Jack Potter from the shoe shop joined them. \"What's up, boys?\"\n\n\n \"There's a body hanging from the lamppost,\" Loyce said. \"I'm going to\n call the cops.\"", "Loyce shook his head wearily. \"They have the whole town. The City Hall\n and the police station. They hung a man from the lamppost. That was the", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "\"Not everything. The hanging man. The dead man hanging from the\n lamppost. I don't understand that.\nWhy?\nWhy did they deliberately hang\n him there?\"", "\"For Heaven's sake,\" Loyce muttered, sickened. He pushed down his nausea\n and made his way back to the sidewalk. He was shaking all over, with", "Loyce opened the door. For a brief second he looked back at his wife and\n son. Then he slammed the door behind him and raced down the porch steps.", "Loyce fought his way through the people. He stumbled and half fell.\n Through a blur he saw rows of faces, curious, concerned, anxious. Men", "It was a body. A human body.\n\"Look at it!\" Loyce snapped. \"Come on out here!\"", "Loyce groped around. His fingers closed over something. A rock, lying in\n the gutter. He crawled to his feet, grunting with pain. A shape loomed\n before him. A man, the bright-eyed man with the book.", "\"I'm going nuts,\" Loyce whispered. He made his way to the curb and\n crossed out into traffic, among the cars. Horns honked angrily at him.\n He gained the curb and stepped up onto the little square of green.", "\"The body!\" Loyce screamed, struggling to get past them. Hands caught at\n him. He tore loose. \"Let me go! The police! Get the police!\"\n\n\n \"Ed—\"", "A farmer in a field gaped at him. From a house a young woman watched in\n wonder. Loyce reached the road and turned onto it. Ahead of him was a", "me, Mr. Loyce.\" He held the door open, his eyes gleaming. Loyce caught a\n glimpse of the street in front of the police station. Policemen, a", "Loyce gazed up, rigid with horror. The splotch of darkness, hanging over\n the City Hall. Darkness so thick it seemed almost solid.", "Loyce yanked the door open. He sprawled out into the street and rolled\n to his feet. Cars were moving all around him, gaining speed as the light" ], [ "Loyce yanked himself free. \"How can you stand here? Don't you see it?\n For God's sake—\"\n\n\n \"What's he talking about?\" Margaret asked nervously.", "\"I feel better,\" Loyce said. \"I was pretty excited there, for a minute.\n I guess I got all stirred up. Now that I understand, there's no need to\n take me in, is there?\"", "\"Loyce.\" He mopped his forehead wearily. \"Edward C. Loyce. Listen to me.\n Back there—\"", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "A farmer in a field gaped at him. From a house a young woman watched in\n wonder. Loyce reached the road and turned onto it. Ahead of him was a", "It was a body. A human body.\n\"Look at it!\" Loyce snapped. \"Come on out here!\"", "turned from the window. \"Well, Mr. Loyce. You seem to have figured\n everything out.\"", "Loyce fought his way through the people. He stumbled and half fell.\n Through a blur he saw rows of faces, curious, concerned, anxious. Men", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "\"For Heaven's sake,\" Loyce muttered, sickened. He pushed down his nausea\n and made his way back to the sidewalk. He was shaking all over, with", "Ed Loyce grinned weakly. \"Good Lord. I guess I sort of went off the deep\n end. I thought maybe something had happened. You know, something like", "\"That would seem simple.\" The Commissioner smiled faintly. \"\nBait.\n\"\n\n\n Loyce stiffened. His heart stopped beating. \"Bait? What do you mean?\"", "Well-dressed, brown suit and shiny shoes. A book between his small\n hands. He was watching Loyce, studying him intently. He turned quickly\n away.", "\"Insane? No. Just lucky. If I hadn't been down in the basement I'd be\n like all the rest of you.\" Loyce peered out the window. \"But I can't\n stand here talking. Get your coat.\"", "\"The body!\" Loyce screamed, struggling to get past them. Hands caught at\n him. He tore loose. \"Let me go! The police! Get the police!\"\n\n\n \"Ed—\"", "The man had been middle-aged. His clothing was ripped and torn, a gray\n suit, splashed and caked with dried mud. A stranger. Loyce had never", "changed. Loyce leaped onto the curb and raced among the people,\n burrowing into the swarming crowds. Behind him he heard sounds, shouts,\n people running.", "Loyce groped around. His fingers closed over something. A rock, lying in\n the gutter. He crawled to his feet, grunting with pain. A shape loomed\n before him. A man, the bright-eyed man with the book.", "Loyce yanked the door open. He sprawled out into the street and rolled\n to his feet. Cars were moving all around him, gaining speed as the light" ], [ "\"That's right.\" Loyce pulled himself up with a violent effort. \"Listen\n to me. Back there. In the square. Hanging from the lamppost—\"", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "Loyce shook his head wearily. \"They have the whole town. The City Hall\n and the police station. They hung a man from the lamppost. That was the", "\"The body!\" Ed shouted. \"The body hanging there!\"\n\n\n More people collected. \"Is he sick? It's Ed Loyce. You okay, Ed?\"", "\"Not everything. The hanging man. The dead man hanging from the\n lamppost. I don't understand that.\nWhy?\nWhy did they deliberately hang\n him there?\"", "\"I feel better,\" Loyce said. \"I was pretty excited there, for a minute.\n I guess I got all stirred up. Now that I understand, there's no need to\n take me in, is there?\"", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "From the lamppost something was hanging. A shapeless dark bundle,\n swinging a little with the wind. Like a dummy of some sort. Loyce rolled", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "After a pause the cop with the notebook said: \"That's right. You missed\n the explanation.\"\n\n\n \"Then it's official? The body—it's\nsupposed\nto be hanging there?\"", "wrong he tried to correct it. Then one day he saw\nit\nhanging in the\n town square.", "\"Loyce.\" He mopped his forehead wearily. \"Edward C. Loyce. Listen to me.\n Back there—\"", "Loyce fought his way through the people. He stumbled and half fell.\n Through a blur he saw rows of faces, curious, concerned, anxious. Men", "Loyce yanked himself free. \"How can you stand here? Don't you see it?\n For God's sake—\"\n\n\n \"What's he talking about?\" Margaret asked nervously.", "Loyce opened the door. For a brief second he looked back at his wife and\n son. Then he slammed the door behind him and raced down the porch steps.", "It was a body. A human body.\n\"Look at it!\" Loyce snapped. \"Come on out here!\"", "A farmer in a field gaped at him. From a house a young woman watched in\n wonder. Loyce reached the road and turned onto it. Ahead of him was a", "\"You mean because I was down there I missed—the explanation? I didn't\n get in on it? Like everybody else?\"", "\"For Heaven's sake,\" Loyce muttered, sickened. He pushed down his nausea\n and made his way back to the sidewalk. He was shaking all over, with", "Loyce sipped some of the black coffee they had brought him. \"I have a\n theory,\" he murmured.\n\n\n \"What is it?\"" ], [ "me, Mr. Loyce.\" He held the door open, his eyes gleaming. Loyce caught a\n glimpse of the street in front of the police station. Policemen, a", "\"The body!\" Loyce screamed, struggling to get past them. Hands caught at\n him. He tore loose. \"Let me go! The police! Get the police!\"\n\n\n \"Ed—\"", "Loyce shook his head wearily. \"They have the whole town. The City Hall\n and the police station. They hung a man from the lamppost. That was the", "The crowd melted respectfully for the two heavy-set cops moving\n efficiently toward Loyce.\n\"Name?\" the cop with the notebook murmured.", "\"Where were you today?\" the cop behind the wheel demanded.\n\n\n \"Where?\" Loyce echoed.\n\n\n \"You weren't in your shop, were you?\"", "Them?\nLoyce moved cautiously down the alley. Beyond the police station was the\n City Hall, the old-fashioned yellow structure of wood and gilded brass", "\"Loyce.\" He mopped his forehead wearily. \"Edward C. Loyce. Listen to me.\n Back there—\"", "\"I feel better,\" Loyce said. \"I was pretty excited there, for a minute.\n I guess I got all stirred up. Now that I understand, there's no need to\n take me in, is there?\"", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "Loyce opened the door. For a brief second he looked back at his wife and\n son. Then he slammed the door behind him and raced down the porch steps.", "\"No. My wife was downtown. My kids were at school.\" Loyce looked from\n one heavy-set cop to the other. Hope flicked across his face, wild hope.", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "\"That's right.\" Loyce pulled himself up with a violent effort. \"Listen\n to me. Back there. In the square. Hanging from the lamppost—\"", "\"That would seem simple.\" The Commissioner smiled faintly. \"\nBait.\n\"\n\n\n Loyce stiffened. His heart stopped beating. \"Bait? What do you mean?\"", "\"Insane? No. Just lucky. If I hadn't been down in the basement I'd be\n like all the rest of you.\" Loyce peered out the window. \"But I can't\n stand here talking. Get your coat.\"", "Jack Potter from the shoe shop joined them. \"What's up, boys?\"\n\n\n \"There's a body hanging from the lamppost,\" Loyce said. \"I'm going to\n call the cops.\"", "\"Address?\" the cop demanded. The police car moved swiftly through\n traffic, shooting among the cars and buses. Loyce sagged against the\n seat, exhausted and confused. He took a deep shuddering breath.", "It was a body. A human body.\n\"Look at it!\" Loyce snapped. \"Come on out here!\"", "\"The body!\" Ed shouted. \"The body hanging there!\"\n\n\n More people collected. \"Is he sick? It's Ed Loyce. You okay, Ed?\"" ], [ "Loyce gazed up, rigid with horror. The splotch of darkness, hanging over\n the City Hall. Darkness so thick it seemed almost solid.", "Them?\nLoyce moved cautiously down the alley. Beyond the police station was the\n City Hall, the old-fashioned yellow structure of wood and gilded brass", "Loyce shook his head wearily. \"They have the whole town. The City Hall\n and the police station. They hung a man from the lamppost. That was the", "On the steps of the City Hall a group of men broke up. A few moved\n toward a waiting car. One of the remaining shapes started to re-enter\n the City Hall. It changed its mind and turned to follow the others.", "City Hall were men, standing here and there. Groups of men coming out of\n the building and halting for a moment before going on.", "And—something else.\n\n\n Above the City Hall was a patch of darkness, a cone of gloom denser than\n the surrounding night. A prism of black that spread out and was lost\n into the sky.", "me, Mr. Loyce.\" He held the door open, his eyes gleaming. Loyce caught a\n glimpse of the street in front of the police station. Policemen, a", "Loyce squirmed through. The bus was slowing down. Houses on all sides. A\n residential district, lawns and tall apartment buildings. Behind him,", "It was a body. A human body.\n\"Look at it!\" Loyce snapped. \"Come on out here!\"", "Loyce yanked the door open. He sprawled out into the street and rolled\n to his feet. Cars were moving all around him, gaining speed as the light", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "In the vortex\n something moved.\nFlickering shapes. Things, descending from the sky,\n pausing momentarily above the City Hall, fluttering over it in a dense", "A farmer in a field gaped at him. From a house a young woman watched in\n wonder. Loyce reached the road and turned onto it. Ahead of him was a", "He was seeing—them.\nFor a long time Loyce watched, crouched behind a sagging fence in a pool\n of scummy water.", "\"That's right.\" Loyce pulled himself up with a violent effort. \"Listen\n to me. Back there. In the square. Hanging from the lamppost—\"", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "Well-dressed, brown suit and shiny shoes. A book between his small\n hands. He was watching Loyce, studying him intently. He turned quickly\n away.", "Loyce opened the door. For a brief second he looked back at his wife and\n son. Then he slammed the door behind him and raced down the porch steps.", "changed. Loyce leaped onto the curb and raced among the people,\n burrowing into the swarming crowds. Behind him he heard sounds, shouts,\n people running.", "From the lamppost something was hanging. A shapeless dark bundle,\n swinging a little with the wind. Like a dummy of some sort. Loyce rolled" ], [ "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "\"Loyce.\" He mopped his forehead wearily. \"Edward C. Loyce. Listen to me.\n Back there—\"", "\"The body!\" Loyce screamed, struggling to get past them. Hands caught at\n him. He tore loose. \"Let me go! The police! Get the police!\"\n\n\n \"Ed—\"", "He struck again. A hideous crunching sound. The man's voice cut off and\n dissolved in a bubbling wail. Loyce scrambled up and back. The others", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "It was a body. A human body.\n\"Look at it!\" Loyce snapped. \"Come on out here!\"", "Loyce leaped. He hit the pavement with terrific force and rolled against\n the curb. Pain lapped over him. Pain and a vast tide of blackness.", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "Loyce kicked. The man gasped and fell. Loyce brought the rock down. The\n man screamed and tried to roll away. \"\nStop!\nFor God's sake listen—\"", "Loyce opened the door. For a brief second he looked back at his wife and\n son. Then he slammed the door behind him and raced down the porch steps.", "The man had been middle-aged. His clothing was ripped and torn, a gray\n suit, splashed and caked with dried mud. A stranger. Loyce had never", "He was seeing—them.\nFor a long time Loyce watched, crouched behind a sagging fence in a pool\n of scummy water.", "\"That's right.\" Loyce pulled himself up with a violent effort. \"Listen\n to me. Back there. In the square. Hanging from the lamppost—\"", "\"For Heaven's sake,\" Loyce muttered, sickened. He pushed down his nausea\n and made his way back to the sidewalk. He was shaking all over, with", "Loyce fought his way through the people. He stumbled and half fell.\n Through a blur he saw rows of faces, curious, concerned, anxious. Men", "\"Insane? No. Just lucky. If I hadn't been down in the basement I'd be\n like all the rest of you.\" Loyce peered out the window. \"But I can't\n stand here talking. Get your coat.\"", "\"I feel better,\" Loyce said. \"I was pretty excited there, for a minute.\n I guess I got all stirred up. Now that I understand, there's no need to\n take me in, is there?\"", "\"I hope it's short,\" Loyce muttered. The car slowed down for a\n stoplight. \"I guess I sort of disturbed the peace. Funny, getting\n excited like that and—\"", "Loyce groped around. His fingers closed over something. A rock, lying in\n the gutter. He crawled to his feet, grunting with pain. A shape loomed\n before him. A man, the bright-eyed man with the book.", "A farmer in a field gaped at him. From a house a young woman watched in\n wonder. Loyce reached the road and turned onto it. Ahead of him was a" ], [ "A farmer in a field gaped at him. From a house a young woman watched in\n wonder. Loyce reached the road and turned onto it. Ahead of him was a", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "The man had been middle-aged. His clothing was ripped and torn, a gray\n suit, splashed and caked with dried mud. A stranger. Loyce had never", "Well-dressed, brown suit and shiny shoes. A book between his small\n hands. He was watching Loyce, studying him intently. He turned quickly\n away.", "Loyce yanked the door open. He sprawled out into the street and rolled\n to his feet. Cars were moving all around him, gaining speed as the light", "Loyce opened the door. For a brief second he looked back at his wife and\n son. Then he slammed the door behind him and raced down the porch steps.", "Loyce fought his way through the people. He stumbled and half fell.\n Through a blur he saw rows of faces, curious, concerned, anxious. Men", "Loyce groped around. His fingers closed over something. A rock, lying in\n the gutter. He crawled to his feet, grunting with pain. A shape loomed\n before him. A man, the bright-eyed man with the book.", "The early morning sunlight was blinding. Loyce halted, gasping for\n breath, swaying back and forth. Sweat ran down in his eyes. His clothing", "changed. Loyce leaped onto the curb and raced among the people,\n burrowing into the swarming crowds. Behind him he heard sounds, shouts,\n people running.", "Loyce leaped. He hit the pavement with terrific force and rolled against\n the curb. Pain lapped over him. Pain and a vast tide of blackness.", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "\"For Heaven's sake,\" Loyce muttered, sickened. He pushed down his nausea\n and made his way back to the sidewalk. He was shaking all over, with", "Loyce squirmed through. The bus was slowing down. Houses on all sides. A\n residential district, lawns and tall apartment buildings. Behind him,", "From the lamppost something was hanging. A shapeless dark bundle,\n swinging a little with the wind. Like a dummy of some sort. Loyce rolled", "Five o'clock Ed Loyce washed up, tossed on his hat and coat, got his car\n out and headed across town toward his TV sales store. He was tired. His", "It was a body. A human body.\n\"Look at it!\" Loyce snapped. \"Come on out here!\"", "\"The body!\" Ed shouted. \"The body hanging there!\"\n\n\n More people collected. \"Is he sick? It's Ed Loyce. You okay, Ed?\"", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "me, Mr. Loyce.\" He held the door open, his eyes gleaming. Loyce caught a\n glimpse of the street in front of the police station. Policemen, a" ], [ "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "\"That would seem simple.\" The Commissioner smiled faintly. \"\nBait.\n\"\n\n\n Loyce stiffened. His heart stopped beating. \"Bait? What do you mean?\"", "The Commissioner offered him a cigarette. Loyce pushed it impatiently\n away. \"Suit yourself.\" The Commissioner moved over to the window and", "Loyce sagged. \"Thank God.\"\n\n\n \"So you got away.\" The Commissioner shook his head. \"You were down in\n your cellar instead of at work. A freak chance. One in a million.\"", "me, Mr. Loyce.\" He held the door open, his eyes gleaming. Loyce caught a\n glimpse of the street in front of the police station. Policemen, a", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "Loyce shook his head wearily. \"They have the whole town. The City Hall\n and the police station. They hung a man from the lamppost. That was the", "The Commissioner nodded. \"Yes, they undoubtedly had escaped, as you did.\n Freak accidents. But the rest of the town was firmly in control.\" He", "\"Loyce.\" He mopped his forehead wearily. \"Edward C. Loyce. Listen to me.\n Back there—\"", "It was a body. A human body.\n\"Look at it!\" Loyce snapped. \"Come on out here!\"", "\"I feel better,\" Loyce said. \"I was pretty excited there, for a minute.\n I guess I got all stirred up. Now that I understand, there's no need to\n take me in, is there?\"", "\"The body!\" Ed shouted. \"The body hanging there!\"\n\n\n More people collected. \"Is he sick? It's Ed Loyce. You okay, Ed?\"", "There was a strange look on the Commissioner's face as he answered.\n \"Maybe,\" he said softly, \"you'll understand that, too. Come along with", "\"So?\"\n\n\n \"They were all represented by figures.\" Loyce looked up at the\n Commissioner. \"Beelzebub was represented as—a giant fly.\"", "\"The body!\" Loyce screamed, struggling to get past them. Hands caught at\n him. He tore loose. \"Let me go! The police! Get the police!\"\n\n\n \"Ed—\"", "A farmer in a field gaped at him. From a house a young woman watched in\n wonder. Loyce reached the road and turned onto it. Ahead of him was a", "Loyce yanked himself free. \"How can you stand here? Don't you see it?\n For God's sake—\"\n\n\n \"What's he talking about?\" Margaret asked nervously.", "Loyce opened the door. For a brief second he looked back at his wife and\n son. Then he slammed the door behind him and raced down the porch steps.", "He was seeing—them.\nFor a long time Loyce watched, crouched behind a sagging fence in a pool\n of scummy water.", "\"Insane? No. Just lucky. If I hadn't been down in the basement I'd be\n like all the rest of you.\" Loyce peered out the window. \"But I can't\n stand here talking. Get your coat.\"" ] ]

[ "How does Judy feel when her husband leaves for work each time?", "How is Judy's grandmother's house symbolic of the life Judy hopes to lead?", "Why was the library, as were the majority of the buildings in the town?", "What type of adventure do Judy and Holly end up having that day?", "What was odd about the birthday that Judy gave Holly the typewriter?", "Is Holly a convincing witness to the robbery? Why or why not?", "Why is Judy's brother considered to be a hero?", "After Judy's family home was destroyed, what did they find when they returned to the house?", "What does Mr. Sammis laugh at Judy for wanting to purchase?" ]

[ [ "She wants him to come back home to her safe at the day's end so they can continue their lives together.", "She is excited to be able to spend time with the other man in her life.", "She is relieved to be away from his control for just a little while.", "She is happy to know he is keeping the community safe." ], [ "The house overlooks the rest of the town, much like Just looks down on those that live down the hill.", "It is old, and she hopes she can live that long on her own.", "It holds memories from generations, and Judy is hopeful of retaining memories for that long.", "It had withstood storms and came out in one piece when others were not as fortunate. It will no doubt stand on the hill for many years to come. Judy hopes to weather life's storms in the same way." ], [ "The dam broke and flooded the majority of the town.", "A bomb exploded in the center of the town.", "A tornado came through and destroyed the majority of the town.", "A fire destroyed the majority of the town." ], [ "Doris was assaulted by the man who broke into their house, so they went hunting him down.", "Holly's house was broken into, and they go on the hunt for what was stolen.", "Judy's house gets broken into, and they go on the hunt for what was stolen.", "They go in search of the Joe Mott Gang." ], [ "Holly decided she would not celebrate her birthday that year, but Judy gave her a surprise party.", "Holly's birthday was also the day that Judy's grandmother died.", "They traded birthdays that year.", "Judy wanted Holly to have two birthdays that year, so the typewriter was given on Holly's half-birthday." ], [ "Yes, she saw the entire occurrence, and she got a good look at the thief.", "Yes, she walked in on the thief, and she saw him run out with the items in question.", "No, she is not even 100% sure there was a robbery.", "No, after she thought about it, her sister could have stolen her items." ], [ "He caught the thief and retrieved the stolen items.", "He caught the Joe Mott Gang.", "He let the town know that the dam was going to break, preparing them.", "He is a war hero." ], [ "They found the lost typewriter.", "They found the body of her grandmother, who died in the tragedy.", "They found the majority of their home's contents scattered around the area, and they could retrieve the majority of their items.", "They did not find anything because their home had been looted." ], [ "An old typewriter.", "A broken table.", "A piece of his school memorabilia.", "A luster cream pitcher." ] ]

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[ [ "now was to round up the Joe Mott gang. Judy\n knew that much, although his work was confidential.\n It was also dangerous. Each time he left the house she", "“I’m afraid we’ve lost him,” Judy began.", "“So did I,” agreed Judy, “but maybe he’s being\n watched in the hope he will lead the FBI to the rest\n of the gang. Peter’s work is so secret that half the\n time he can’t even discuss it with me.”", "“You hope,” Judy added as he bent to kiss her.\n\n3", "His tone of voice plainly told the girls he wished\n they’d go, but Judy wasn’t ready to leave until she had\n done a little more exploring.", "Judy smiled at this thought. She was so absorbed in\n what she was doing that at first she didn’t hear the\n front doorbell ringing downstairs. It rang again more", "sister was on her way to a teaching job at some private\n school in Maine. The girls’ uncle had died while Judy\n and Peter were in Washington. Holly said she had\n never felt more lost and alone.", "It was his own elbow that knocked over the little\n table with the claw feet, but he looked at Judy as if", "“Tell you what, Judy,” Horace suggested as they\n were leaving the restaurant. “Why don’t you and", "“Well, we weren’t. I was there, and I saw him run\n out of the house toward a green car. Please drive\n faster, Judy! I have to get my typewriter back.”", "Judy looked up at the courthouse clock. “Oh dear!\n The morning’s gone. I didn’t think it was lunchtime\n already. I am hungry. Aren’t you, Holly?”", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "Judy ran her fingers over the tiny, embossed\n Reward\n of Merit\n card as if she couldn’t bear to part\n with it even for the short time it would be on exhibit\n at the Roulsville library.", "things than a stolen typewriter, Judy knew. It wasn’t\n easy living with a married sister whose whole interest\n centered on her own husband and baby. Holly’s other", "Judy’s thoughts broke off as she suddenly stopped\n the car. They had been driving through a small town", "“That would depend on how fast he was going, I\n should think, but we’ll try it,” Judy promised.\n\n6\n“Quick!” Holly urged breathlessly.\n7", "Now Judy was thinking back in spite of herself.", "Peter had left the stair door open, and soon Judy\n heard Blackberry padding up to keep her company.\n He looked around, the way cats will, and then came\n into the storeroom to see what Judy was doing.", "“It usually is,” replied Judy. “They’re practically\n engaged, you know.”", "“Your typewriter?” gasped Judy.\n\n\n “Yes, the one you gave me for my birthday. Remember\n when we traded birthdays so mine wouldn’t\n come on Christmas? I loved that typewriter, and\n now—”" ], [ "The house had been willed to Judy by her grandmother,\n and it was so sturdy and well built that she\n felt sure it would stand there on the slope overlooking\n Dry Brook as long as the hills themselves.", "where he still lived and practiced. Only her grandmother’s\n house, two miles above the broken dam, had\n stayed the same.", "Judy smiled at this thought. She was so absorbed in\n what she was doing that at first she didn’t hear the\n front doorbell ringing downstairs. It rang again more", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "His tone of voice plainly told the girls he wished\n they’d go, but Judy wasn’t ready to leave until she had\n done a little more exploring.", "“I suppose it would, but we never found it.\n Grandma wanted us to take some of her things,” Judy\n remembered, “but we thought it would be better to", "“You hope,” Judy added as he bent to kiss her.\n\n3", "making sure all their loved ones are safe to worry\n about their possessions.” Judy paused. She had been\n younger than Holly was now when the Bolton family’s", "“I’ll take it then,” Judy decided. “It’s for the beginning\n of school, too,” she pointed out as she and\n Holly made their way back to the front of the shop.", "to glance out the window and see those big pieces\n of broken concrete. A lot of them lost their homes\n when that dam broke, just the way you did, Judy.", "sister was on her way to a teaching job at some private\n school in Maine. The girls’ uncle had died while Judy\n and Peter were in Washington. Holly said she had\n never felt more lost and alone.", "rooms where her grandmother’s keepsakes were\n stored. She liked having him for company as she\n worked. Attics and black cats seemed to go together.", "Judy’s thoughts broke off as she suddenly stopped\n the car. They had been driving through a small town", "Judy looked up at the courthouse clock. “Oh dear!\n The morning’s gone. I didn’t think it was lunchtime\n already. I am hungry. Aren’t you, Holly?”", "out of its complacency by racing through the\n streets on Judy’s ginger colt and crying out, “The\n dam is breaking! Run for the hills.”", "things than a stolen typewriter, Judy knew. It wasn’t\n easy living with a married sister whose whole interest\n centered on her own husband and baby. Holly’s other", "The cat startled Holly Potter, Judy’s sixteen-year-old\n neighbor, who had rung the bell. Obviously she\n had been running at break-neck speed along the shortcut\n from her house to Judy’s.", "“You’re right, too,” declared Judy, reaching into\n the drawer for another one of Grandmother Smeed’s", "Up here in the attic nothing had been disturbed except\n by Blackberry as he played with the spools in Judy’s\n sewing room or searched for mice in the other two", "Inside the shop it was hard to move around because\n of all the old furniture crowded into every inch of\n floor space. Judy had to move a chair to reach the" ], [ "The library was new, and the built-in exhibit cases\n were still empty. Nearly all the buildings in Roulsville\n were new since the flood that had swept the valley", "where he still lived and practiced. Only her grandmother’s\n house, two miles above the broken dam, had\n stayed the same.", "of a hilly county in northern Pennsylvania. The courthouse,\n tall and imposing with its clock tower, stood\n at the corner of Main and Grove streets. Just opposite\n was the office of the", "“I should think so,” Peter replied thoughtfully. “A\n maxim like that would do for any time of the year.\n Does the library plan to exhibit a few of these things\n each month?”", "Judy’s thoughts broke off as she suddenly stopped\n the car. They had been driving through a small town", "“Dad had to treat a lot of people for shock,” she\n continued as they drove past the Post Office, where", "had been made into shops. Judy had noticed one of\n the signs:\nH. SAMMIS", "“That’s the town where we turned off when we\n visited the Jewell sisters,” Honey put in, “on our secret\n quest, didn’t we, Judy?”", "the cards that were to be exhibited at the library. The\n theme for September would be school. She found a\n few Hallowe’en things and a Columbus Day card", "Peter’s office was, and entered the outskirts of Farringdon.\n “Our house was turned over and one\n wall smashed in. I guess the furniture just floated\n away.”", "The house had been willed to Judy by her grandmother,\n and it was so sturdy and well built that she\n felt sure it would stand there on the slope overlooking\n Dry Brook as long as the hills themselves.", "Judy ran her fingers over the tiny, embossed\n Reward\n of Merit\n card as if she couldn’t bear to part\n with it even for the short time it would be on exhibit\n at the Roulsville library.", "to the north of Farringdon. A dingy row of gray\n houses lined the road. Some of their porches had been\n sheared off in order to widen the highway, and some", "And yet she and Peter had made changes. It was a\n rambling old farmhouse too big for just the two of\n them so only the downstairs rooms had been changed.", "Peter’s time was not his own. Working out of the\n Resident FBI Agency in the Farringdon Post Office,\n he might be sent anywhere in the territory. His assignment", "those new cases in the Roulsville library,” Judy explained.\n “All right, Horace, we’ll see you and Honey\n at the beaver dam.”", "It had been exciting, furnishing the so-called\n Haunted House in Farringdon and exposing its\n “ghosts.” New furniture had been bought, and a few", "“Look at all the lovely old glassware in the windows,”\n Holly pointed out as they walked around to\n the front of the shop. “There’s a blue glass hen just", "She turned left at the main road and sped up the\n long slope out of Dry Brook Hollow. At the top of\n the hill the world seemed to end but, instead of driving", "Help for Holly\nFarringdon was a much larger town than Roulsville.\n Actually, it was a small city and the county seat" ], [ "“I’ll take it then,” Judy decided. “It’s for the beginning\n of school, too,” she pointed out as she and\n Holly made their way back to the front of the shop.", "Judy shook her head. She didn’t think it would be\n that easy, but she was willing to go along with Holly", "“We’ll try and get it back,” Judy reassured her.\n “Come on, Holly!”", "“That would depend on how fast he was going, I\n should think, but we’ll try it,” Judy promised.\n\n6\n“Quick!” Holly urged breathlessly.\n7", "“What do you think, Judy?” Holly asked.\n\n\n “I’d do it if I were you, Holly,” she advised.", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "Judy looked up at the courthouse clock. “Oh dear!\n The morning’s gone. I didn’t think it was lunchtime\n already. I am hungry. Aren’t you, Holly?”", "“Not yet,” Judy replied. She and Holly had been\n looking through the box of old cards. Near the bottom\n Judy found a little booklet marked\nSchool Souvenir\n.", "“That’s strange.” Judy couldn’t quite picture a\n thief running into Holly’s house, grabbing her typewriter,", "“Holly thinks her typewriter was stolen,” Judy explained.\n “On top of all the other trouble she’s had, this\n was just too much. Have you seen a green car?”", "way sisters are, always borrowing things without asking.\n But I don’t believe it. Doris knows I need my\n typewriter. Please drive on, Judy,” Holly pleaded.", "His tone of voice plainly told the girls he wished\n they’d go, but Judy wasn’t ready to leave until she had\n done a little more exploring.", "sister was on her way to a teaching job at some private\n school in Maine. The girls’ uncle had died while Judy\n and Peter were in Washington. Holly said she had\n never felt more lost and alone.", "Judy and Holly looked at each other. They could\n have made a mistake. Green cars were common, just", "“And there’s a green car in the driveway!” exclaimed\n Holly. “Oh, Judy! Luck is with us after all.\n That boy may be inside right now trying to sell my\n typewriter!”", "“Fun!” Judy echoed, remembering how frightened\n she and Honey had been. “If that’s fun—” She shivered,\n and her voice trailed off into thoughts of their\n latest mystery.", "making sure all their loved ones are safe to worry\n about their possessions.” Judy paused. She had been\n younger than Holly was now when the Bolton family’s", "“I meant—almost new,” Holly stammered.\n\n\n “Are you Mr. Sammis? Will you let us see what you\n have, please?” Judy asked.", "“Which way shall we turn?” Judy asked when they\n came to the corner.\n\n\n Holly shook her head. “I guess it doesn’t matter.\n Maybe my typewriter wasn’t stolen after all.”", "number! There!” Judy announced when she\n had it. “Now we’ll go in like any other customers and\n pretend we want to buy something.”" ], [ "“That’s strange.” Judy couldn’t quite picture a\n thief running into Holly’s house, grabbing her typewriter,", "“Your typewriter?” gasped Judy.\n\n\n “Yes, the one you gave me for my birthday. Remember\n when we traded birthdays so mine wouldn’t\n come on Christmas? I loved that typewriter, and\n now—”", "“New ones,” Holly added. Her typewriter was almost\n new.", "things than a stolen typewriter, Judy knew. It wasn’t\n easy living with a married sister whose whole interest\n centered on her own husband and baby. Holly’s other", "“Holly thinks her typewriter was stolen,” Judy explained.\n “On top of all the other trouble she’s had, this\n was just too much. Have you seen a green car?”", "“And there’s a green car in the driveway!” exclaimed\n Holly. “Oh, Judy! Luck is with us after all.\n That boy may be inside right now trying to sell my\n typewriter!”", "way sisters are, always borrowing things without asking.\n But I don’t believe it. Doris knows I need my\n typewriter. Please drive on, Judy,” Holly pleaded.", "“I’ll take it then,” Judy decided. “It’s for the beginning\n of school, too,” she pointed out as she and\n Holly made their way back to the front of the shop.", "“Which way shall we turn?” Judy asked when they\n came to the corner.\n\n\n Holly shook her head. “I guess it doesn’t matter.\n Maybe my typewriter wasn’t stolen after all.”", "“A typewriter!” agreed Holly. “We’ll just ask.\n Then, if we see mine, we’ll call the police.”", "Judy shook her head. She didn’t think it would be\n that easy, but she was willing to go along with Holly", "“We’ll find your typewriter,” Judy resolved as she\n drove on toward Farringdon as fast as safety allowed.\n\n9\nCHAPTER II", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "“I meant—almost new,” Holly stammered.\n\n\n “Are you Mr. Sammis? Will you let us see what you\n have, please?” Judy asked.", "“Not yet,” Judy replied. She and Holly had been\n looking through the box of old cards. Near the bottom\n Judy found a little booklet marked\nSchool Souvenir\n.", "“That would depend on how fast he was going, I\n should think, but we’ll try it,” Judy promised.\n\n6\n“Quick!” Holly urged breathlessly.\n7", "“What do you think, Judy?” Holly asked.\n\n\n “I’d do it if I were you, Holly,” she advised.", "“Well, we weren’t. I was there, and I saw him run\n out of the house toward a green car. Please drive\n faster, Judy! I have to get my typewriter back.”", "“You came to the wrong place for a new typewriter.\n We sell anything and everything so long as it’s\n old.” The shopkeeper, a stout, balding man, looked at\n the two girls as if he considered them slightly stupid.", "“There was nothing strange about it,” declared\n Holly. “He would have taken more if I hadn’t surprised\n him and called Ruth. She was busy with the\n baby and didn’t pay any attention. Doris had just left\n in her car—”" ], [ "“There was nothing strange about it,” declared\n Holly. “He would have taken more if I hadn’t surprised\n him and called Ruth. She was busy with the\n baby and didn’t pay any attention. Doris had just left\n in her car—”", "Judy shook her head. She didn’t think it would be\n that easy, but she was willing to go along with Holly", "were indistinct. Then, suddenly, something was\n dropped with a loud thud. Holly jumped.", "“But I’m sure he went this way,” Holly insisted. “I\n would have seen him myself if he’d turned toward", "“I’d be glad to have his help,” declared Holly almost\n too enthusiastically. “There he is now, walking down\n Grove Street. Oh dear! Is that Honey with him?”", "“A typewriter!” agreed Holly. “We’ll just ask.\n Then, if we see mine, we’ll call the police.”", "note of timidity in his voice as he talked with the\n police officer who later came in and quietly seated\n himself at their table. It was Holly who was frightened.", "“That’s strange.” Judy couldn’t quite picture a\n thief running into Holly’s house, grabbing her typewriter,", "“I meant—almost new,” Holly stammered.\n\n\n “Are you Mr. Sammis? Will you let us see what you\n have, please?” Judy asked.", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "“What do you think, Judy?” Holly asked.\n\n\n “I’d do it if I were you, Holly,” she advised.", "“That would depend on how fast he was going, I\n should think, but we’ll try it,” Judy promised.\n\n6\n“Quick!” Holly urged breathlessly.\n7", "“He’s the one,” Holly interrupted. “Do you think\n we can still overtake him?”\n\n11", "And suddenly, like rain from a clear blue sky, Holly\n burst into tears. She was crying over more important", "making sure all their loved ones are safe to worry\n about their possessions.” Judy paused. She had been\n younger than Holly was now when the Bolton family’s", "“We’ll try and get it back,” Judy reassured her.\n “Come on, Holly!”", "“Holly thinks her typewriter was stolen,” Judy explained.\n “On top of all the other trouble she’s had, this\n was just too much. Have you seen a green car?”", "“I’ll take it then,” Judy decided. “It’s for the beginning\n of school, too,” she pointed out as she and\n Holly made their way back to the front of the shop.", "Holly drive on a ways? Maybe you’ll see that\n green car parked somewhere along the road. I’ll finish\n up a little job I’m doing and tell Mr. Lee this looks like", "The cat startled Holly Potter, Judy’s sixteen-year-old\n neighbor, who had rung the bell. Obviously she\n had been running at break-neck speed along the shortcut\n from her house to Judy’s." ], [ "Thinking back, Judy realized that since Horace\n had become a hero, he had changed. There wasn’t a", "adored Judy’s brother, Horace Bolton. He was a shy-appearing\n young man. To look at him, no one would\n suspect that he had once startled the town of Roulsville", "“That’s up to you, isn’t it?” Judy hailed her brother.\n He and Peter’s sister came over to the side of the car.", "Blackberry wore a life-saving medal on his collar,\n and just recently he had worked for the government,\n or so Judy insisted, ridding the Capitol Building of", "sister was on her way to a teaching job at some private\n school in Maine. The girls’ uncle had died while Judy\n and Peter were in Washington. Holly said she had\n never felt more lost and alone.", "now was to round up the Joe Mott gang. Judy\n knew that much, although his work was confidential.\n It was also dangerous. Each time he left the house she", "“That would depend on how fast he was going, I\n should think, but we’ll try it,” Judy promised.\n\n6\n“Quick!” Holly urged breathlessly.\n7", "“I’m afraid we’ve lost him,” Judy began.", "“You hope,” Judy added as he bent to kiss her.\n\n3", "It was his own elbow that knocked over the little\n table with the claw feet, but he looked at Judy as if", "“It usually is,” replied Judy. “They’re practically\n engaged, you know.”", "Judy ran her fingers over the tiny, embossed\n Reward\n of Merit\n card as if she couldn’t bear to part\n with it even for the short time it would be on exhibit\n at the Roulsville library.", "The house had been willed to Judy by her grandmother,\n and it was so sturdy and well built that she\n felt sure it would stand there on the slope overlooking\n Dry Brook as long as the hills themselves.", "His tone of voice plainly told the girls he wished\n they’d go, but Judy wasn’t ready to leave until she had\n done a little more exploring.", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "“So did I,” agreed Judy, “but maybe he’s being\n watched in the hope he will lead the FBI to the rest\n of the gang. Peter’s work is so secret that half the\n time he can’t even discuss it with me.”", "Judy smiled at this thought. She was so absorbed in\n what she was doing that at first she didn’t hear the\n front doorbell ringing downstairs. It rang again more", "The cat startled Holly Potter, Judy’s sixteen-year-old\n neighbor, who had rung the bell. Obviously she\n had been running at break-neck speed along the shortcut\n from her house to Judy’s.", "20\n\n “Oh, is that your car?” Judy asked innocently. “We\n saw a boy driving it this morning.”", "“Fun!” Judy echoed, remembering how frightened\n she and Honey had been. “If that’s fun—” She shivered,\n and her voice trailed off into thoughts of their\n latest mystery." ], [ "“I suppose it would, but we never found it.\n Grandma wanted us to take some of her things,” Judy\n remembered, “but we thought it would be better to", "to glance out the window and see those big pieces\n of broken concrete. A lot of them lost their homes\n when that dam broke, just the way you did, Judy.", "“Maybe it’s still in the car. Let’s have a look,” Judy\n suggested.\n\n18", "Up here in the attic nothing had been disturbed except\n by Blackberry as he played with the spools in Judy’s\n sewing room or searched for mice in the other two", "making sure all their loved ones are safe to worry\n about their possessions.” Judy paused. She had been\n younger than Holly was now when the Bolton family’s", "“I’m afraid we’ve lost him,” Judy began.", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "The house had been willed to Judy by her grandmother,\n and it was so sturdy and well built that she\n felt sure it would stand there on the slope overlooking\n Dry Brook as long as the hills themselves.", "His tone of voice plainly told the girls he wished\n they’d go, but Judy wasn’t ready to leave until she had\n done a little more exploring.", "“Not yet,” Judy replied. She and Holly had been\n looking through the box of old cards. Near the bottom\n Judy found a little booklet marked\nSchool Souvenir\n.", "“I’ll take it then,” Judy decided. “It’s for the beginning\n of school, too,” she pointed out as she and\n Holly made their way back to the front of the shop.", "now was to round up the Joe Mott gang. Judy\n knew that much, although his work was confidential.\n It was also dangerous. Each time he left the house she", "had been made into shops. Judy had noticed one of\n the signs:\nH. SAMMIS", "“We’ll try and get it back,” Judy reassured her.\n “Come on, Holly!”", "“Your typewriter?” gasped Judy.\n\n\n “Yes, the one you gave me for my birthday. Remember\n when we traded birthdays so mine wouldn’t\n come on Christmas? I loved that typewriter, and\n now—”", "“We went back too late, I guess. We didn’t find\n much of anything. There’s always some looting after\n a big disaster like that. People are too interested in", "she had done it. One foot with a claw clutching a glass\n ball fell to the floor. He picked it up and waved it in\n Judy’s face.", "sister was on her way to a teaching job at some private\n school in Maine. The girls’ uncle had died while Judy\n and Peter were in Washington. Holly said she had\n never felt more lost and alone.", "where he still lived and practiced. Only her grandmother’s\n house, two miles above the broken dam, had\n stayed the same.", "Judy smiled at this thought. She was so absorbed in\n what she was doing that at first she didn’t hear the\n front doorbell ringing downstairs. It rang again more" ], [ "“I meant—almost new,” Holly stammered.\n\n\n “Are you Mr. Sammis? Will you let us see what you\n have, please?” Judy asked.", "“My wife,” Mr. Sammis explained. “She’s always\n dropping things. Did you find anything you want?”", "had been made into shops. Judy had noticed one of\n the signs:\nH. SAMMIS", "“I have no intention of breaking anything,” replied\n Judy. “I just wanted to see that luster cream pitcher.”\n\n\n “That’s eighty dollars!”", "“I’ll take it then,” Judy decided. “It’s for the beginning\n of school, too,” she pointed out as she and\n Holly made their way back to the front of the shop.", "He laughed, an unpleasant sort of laugh as if he were\n making fun of her. “It’s junk. I was going to throw it\n out. You can have it for a quarter.”", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "“Fifteen dollars! What are you talking about, Mr.\n Sammis? I’ll never pay for a table I didn’t break,” Judy\n declared with indignation.\n\n22", "Judy smiled at this thought. She was so absorbed in\n what she was doing that at first she didn’t hear the\n front doorbell ringing downstairs. It rang again more", "number! There!” Judy announced when she\n had it. “Now we’ll go in like any other customers and\n pretend we want to buy something.”", "“Is this for sale?” Judy asked, sure he wouldn’t want\n to part with it.\n\n21", "“In the box over there. But don’t be all day looking\n them over. Your car’s parked right in front of mine.”\n\n\n Mr. Sammis had just seen it through the window.", "Inside the shop it was hard to move around because\n of all the old furniture crowded into every inch of\n floor space. Judy had to move a chair to reach the", "“Your typewriter?” gasped Judy.\n\n\n “Yes, the one you gave me for my birthday. Remember\n when we traded birthdays so mine wouldn’t\n come on Christmas? I loved that typewriter, and\n now—”", "His tone of voice plainly told the girls he wished\n they’d go, but Judy wasn’t ready to leave until she had\n done a little more exploring.", "It was his own elbow that knocked over the little\n table with the claw feet, but he looked at Judy as if", "“You came to the wrong place for a new typewriter.\n We sell anything and everything so long as it’s\n old.” The shopkeeper, a stout, balding man, looked at\n the two girls as if he considered them slightly stupid.", "“I should say you haven’t,” Judy agreed. “Maybe\n Horace would help us for the sake of the story.”", "“Let’s go before he puts the price any higher,”\n Holly urged, pulling at Judy’s arm.", "“We can try,” replied Judy, “but I’m not making\n any rash promises. Didn’t you just tell me you’re not\n sure he is the thief? You didn’t actually see him take\n your typewriter, did you?”" ] ]

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[ "Why was Ed considered a practical man?", "What was ironic about the crowds response to Ed when he viewed the body closely?", "What does the statement \"There was a strange look on the Commissioner's face as he answered. \"Maybe, \" he said softly, \"you'll understand that too.\"\" suggest?", "What is suggested by the ending?", "Why did the aliens post a dead man hanging from the lamppost?", "Why was Loyce able to avoid being controlled by the aliens?", "Why was Janet and Tommy shocked when Loyce killed the alien?", "What did the aliens represent?" ]

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[ [ "Adventures Magazine December 1953. Extensive research did not uncover\n any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nEd had always been a practical man, when he saw something was", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "\"The body!\" Ed shouted. \"The body hanging there!\"\n\n\n More people collected. \"Is he sick? It's Ed Loyce. You okay, Ed?\"", "And—why didn't anybody notice?\n\n\n He bumped into a small man hurrying along the sidewalk. \"Watch it!\" the\n man grated, \"Oh, it's you, Ed.\"", "Ed pulled open the desk drawer and spilled the contents out onto the\n floor. He grabbed up a road map and spread it open. \"They'll have the", "Five o'clock Ed Loyce washed up, tossed on his hat and coat, got his car\n out and headed across town toward his TV sales store. He was tired. His", "\"See it?\" Ed pointed into the gathering gloom. The lamppost jutted up\n against the sky—the post and the bundle swinging from it. \"There it is.", "Ed Loyce grinned weakly. \"Good Lord. I guess I sort of went off the deep\n end. I thought maybe something had happened. You know, something like", "Ed locked the front door. He prowled around the house, into the kitchen.\n From the drawer under the sink he slid out the big butcher knife and ran\n his finger along it. Sharp. Plenty sharp. He returned to the living\n room.", "\"I know.\" Ed thrust the map grimly into his coat. \"That's our best\n chance. Now call down the twins and let's get going. Your car is full of\n gas, isn't it?\"", "\"Call the twins!\" Ed unlocked the front door and peered out. Nothing\n stirred. No sign of life. All right so far.", "\"The body. There in the park.\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed.\" Jenkins led him into the alcove of LOYCE TV SALES AND\n SERVICE. \"Take it easy.\"", "\"Loyce.\" He mopped his forehead wearily. \"Edward C. Loyce. Listen to me.\n Back there—\"", "\"You can forget about fractions.\" Ed grabbed his son as he came down the\n stairs and propelled him toward the door. \"Where's Jim?\"\n\n\n \"He's coming.\"", "\"You mean it's been there all afternoon?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. What's the matter?\" Potter glanced at his watch. \"Have to run.\n See you later, Ed.\"", "Ed nodded dazedly. \"Hello, Jenkins.\"\n\n\n \"What's the matter?\" The stationery clerk caught Ed's arm. \"You look\n sick.\"", "\"The body!\" Loyce screamed, struggling to get past them. Hands caught at\n him. He tore loose. \"Let me go! The police! Get the police!\"\n\n\n \"Ed—\"", "Don Fergusson came slowly out of the store, buttoning his pin-stripe\n coat with dignity. \"This is a big deal, Ed. I can't just leave the guy\n standing there.\"", "Mason approached it warily. He wanted to get home. He was tired and\n hungry. He thought of his wife, his kids, a hot meal on the dinner", "Janet shook her head. \"I don't understand, Ed. You must be insane.\"" ], [ "\"The body!\" Ed shouted. \"The body hanging there!\"\n\n\n More people collected. \"Is he sick? It's Ed Loyce. You okay, Ed?\"", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "\"See it?\" Ed pointed into the gathering gloom. The lamppost jutted up\n against the sky—the post and the bundle swinging from it. \"There it is.", "\"The body!\" Loyce screamed, struggling to get past them. Hands caught at\n him. He tore loose. \"Let me go! The police! Get the police!\"\n\n\n \"Ed—\"", "It was a body. A human body.\n\"Look at it!\" Loyce snapped. \"Come on out here!\"", "\"The body. There in the park.\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed.\" Jenkins led him into the alcove of LOYCE TV SALES AND\n SERVICE. \"Take it easy.\"", "Loyce fought his way through the people. He stumbled and half fell.\n Through a blur he saw rows of faces, curious, concerned, anxious. Men", "He was sickened. And fascinated. Cold night wind blew around him and he\n shuddered. He was tired, dazed with shock. On the front steps of the", "After a pause the cop with the notebook said: \"That's right. You missed\n the explanation.\"\n\n\n \"Then it's official? The body—it's\nsupposed\nto be hanging there?\"", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "And—why didn't anybody notice?\n\n\n He bumped into a small man hurrying along the sidewalk. \"Watch it!\" the\n man grated, \"Oh, it's you, Ed.\"", "Ed Loyce grinned weakly. \"Good Lord. I guess I sort of went off the deep\n end. I thought maybe something had happened. You know, something like", "was gouged and cut. Red gashes, deep scratches of congealed blood. A\n pair of steel-rimmed glasses hung from one ear, dangling foolishly. His", "Ed nodded dazedly. \"Hello, Jenkins.\"\n\n\n \"What's the matter?\" The stationery clerk caught Ed's arm. \"You look\n sick.\"", "\"Loyce.\" He mopped his forehead wearily. \"Edward C. Loyce. Listen to me.\n Back there—\"", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "\"Not everything. The hanging man. The dead man hanging from the\n lamppost. I don't understand that.\nWhy?\nWhy did they deliberately hang\n him there?\"", "\"Call the twins!\" Ed unlocked the front door and peered out. Nothing\n stirred. No sign of life. All right so far.", "and women halting to see what the disturbance was. He fought past them\n toward his store. He could see Fergusson inside talking to a man,", "Potter hurried off, joining the flow of people moving along the\n sidewalk. Men and women, passing by the park. A few glanced up curiously\n at the dark bundle—and then went on. Nobody stopped. Nobody paid any\n attention." ], [ "There was a strange look on the Commissioner's face as he answered.\n \"Maybe,\" he said softly, \"you'll understand that, too. Come along with", "\"That would seem simple.\" The Commissioner smiled faintly. \"\nBait.\n\"\n\n\n Loyce stiffened. His heart stopped beating. \"Bait? What do you mean?\"", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "away.\"\nThey kept a tape recorder going all the time he talked. When he had\n finished the Commissioner snapped off the recorder and got to his feet.", "Loyce sagged. \"Thank God.\"\n\n\n \"So you got away.\" The Commissioner shook his head. \"You were down in\n your cellar instead of at work. A freak chance. One in a million.\"", "After a pause the cop with the notebook said: \"That's right. You missed\n the explanation.\"\n\n\n \"Then it's official? The body—it's\nsupposed\nto be hanging there?\"", "The Commissioner nodded. \"Yes, they undoubtedly had escaped, as you did.\n Freak accidents. But the rest of the town was firmly in control.\" He", "\"Not everything. The hanging man. The dead man hanging from the\n lamppost. I don't understand that.\nWhy?\nWhy did they deliberately hang\n him there?\"", "platform of some sort. A telephone pole—and a rope! \"Right this way,\"\n the Commissioner said, smiling coldly.\nAs the sun set, the vice-president of the Oak Grove Merchants' Bank came", "The Commissioner offered him a cigarette. Loyce pushed it impatiently\n away. \"Suit yourself.\" The Commissioner moved over to the window and", "\"So?\"\n\n\n \"They were all represented by figures.\" Loyce looked up at the\n Commissioner. \"Beelzebub was represented as—a giant fly.\"", "The Commissioner grunted. \"An old struggle.\"\n\n\n \"They've been defeated. The Bible is an account of their defeats. They\n make gains—but finally they're defeated.\"", "realization of the danger. The two men on the bus. I think they\n understood. Had escaped, like I did.\" He clenched his fists. \"I killed", "me, Mr. Loyce.\" He held the door open, his eyes gleaming. Loyce caught a\n glimpse of the street in front of the police station. Policemen, a", "\"I feel better,\" Loyce said. \"I was pretty excited there, for a minute.\n I guess I got all stirred up. Now that I understand, there's no need to\n take me in, is there?\"", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "Don Fergusson lit a cigarette slowly. \"Take it easy, old man. There must\n be a good reason, or it wouldn't be there.\"\n\n\n \"A reason! What kind of a reason?\"", "The man sitting next to him unfolded a newspaper. He began to read the\n sports section, his lips moving. An ordinary man. Blue suit. Tie. A\n businessman, or a salesman. On his way home to his wife and family.", "\"I hope it's short,\" Loyce muttered. The car slowed down for a\n stoplight. \"I guess I sort of disturbed the peace. Funny, getting\n excited like that and—\"", "The two cops said nothing.\n\n\n \"I should be back at my store. The boys haven't had dinner. I'm all\n right, now. No more trouble. Is there any need of—\"" ], [ "\"Not everything. The hanging man. The dead man hanging from the\n lamppost. I don't understand that.\nWhy?\nWhy did they deliberately hang\n him there?\"", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "\"Insane? No. Just lucky. If I hadn't been down in the basement I'd be\n like all the rest of you.\" Loyce peered out the window. \"But I can't\n stand here talking. Get your coat.\"", "\"See it?\" Ed pointed into the gathering gloom. The lamppost jutted up\n against the sky—the post and the bundle swinging from it. \"There it is.", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "From the lamppost something was hanging. A shapeless dark bundle,\n swinging a little with the wind. Like a dummy of some sort. Loyce rolled", "\"Good night,\" Clarence Mason murmured. He started along the street\n toward his car. He was tired. He had been working all day down in the", "It was dead. He turned it over with his foot. It was an insect, a fly of\n some kind. Yellow T-shirt, jeans. His son Jimmy.... He closed his mind", "realization of the danger. The two men on the bus. I think they\n understood. Had escaped, like I did.\" He clenched his fists. \"I killed", "\"That's right.\" Loyce pulled himself up with a violent effort. \"Listen\n to me. Back there. In the square. Hanging from the lamppost—\"", "There was a strange look on the Commissioner's face as he answered.\n \"Maybe,\" he said softly, \"you'll understand that, too. Come along with", "He was at the entrance of an alley, dark and strewn with boards and\n ruined boxes and tires. He could see the street at the far end. A street\n light wavered and came on. Men and women. Stores. Neon signs. Cars.", "can\nbe beaten. They're not infallible. It's\n going to be close—but we may make it if we hurry. Come on!\" He grabbed", "\"That would seem simple.\" The Commissioner smiled faintly. \"\nBait.\n\"\n\n\n Loyce stiffened. His heart stopped beating. \"Bait? What do you mean?\"", "Ed Loyce grinned weakly. \"Good Lord. I guess I sort of went off the deep\n end. I thought maybe something had happened. You know, something like", "After a pause the cop with the notebook said: \"That's right. You missed\n the explanation.\"\n\n\n \"Then it's official? The body—it's\nsupposed\nto be hanging there?\"", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "Mason approached it warily. He wanted to get home. He was tired and\n hungry. He thought of his wife, his kids, a hot meal on the dinner", "\"I hope it's short,\" Loyce muttered. The car slowed down for a\n stoplight. \"I guess I sort of disturbed the peace. Funny, getting\n excited like that and—\"", "The two cops said nothing.\n\n\n \"I should be back at my store. The boys haven't had dinner. I'm all\n right, now. No more trouble. Is there any need of—\"" ], [ "\"Not everything. The hanging man. The dead man hanging from the\n lamppost. I don't understand that.\nWhy?\nWhy did they deliberately hang\n him there?\"", "\"See it?\" Ed pointed into the gathering gloom. The lamppost jutted up\n against the sky—the post and the bundle swinging from it. \"There it is.", "From the lamppost something was hanging. A shapeless dark bundle,\n swinging a little with the wind. Like a dummy of some sort. Loyce rolled", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "Loyce shook his head wearily. \"They have the whole town. The City Hall\n and the police station. They hung a man from the lamppost. That was the", "Jack Potter from the shoe shop joined them. \"What's up, boys?\"\n\n\n \"There's a body hanging from the lamppost,\" Loyce said. \"I'm going to\n call the cops.\"", "revulsion—and fear.\nWhy?\nWho was the man? Why was he hanging there? What did it mean?", "\"That's right.\" Loyce pulled himself up with a violent effort. \"Listen\n to me. Back there. In the square. Hanging from the lamppost—\"", "After a pause the cop with the notebook said: \"That's right. You missed\n the explanation.\"\n\n\n \"Then it's official? The body—it's\nsupposed\nto be hanging there?\"", "\"The body!\" Ed shouted. \"The body hanging there!\"\n\n\n More people collected. \"Is he sick? It's Ed Loyce. You okay, Ed?\"", "From the telephone pole in front of the police station, something large\n and shapeless hung. It moved a little with the wind.\n\n\n What the hell was it?", "The man was watching him again. Small dark eyes, alive and clever.\n Shrewd. A man too shrewd for them—or one of the things itself, an alien\n insect from beyond.", "Going home—with their minds dead. Controlled, filmed over with the mask\n of an alien being that had appeared and taken possession of them, their", "It didn't seem possible. What he saw descending from the black chasm\n weren't men. They were alien—from some other world, some other", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "wrong he tried to correct it. Then one day he saw\nit\nhanging in the\n town square.", "\"It's supposed to be hanging there. For everybody to see.\"", "\"The town has been taken over. They're in control. I've got it pretty\n well figured out. They started at the top, at the City Hall and police\n department. What they did with the\nreal\nhumans they—\"", "Something lapped through his mind. A wall of force, energy, an alien\n mind probing into him. He was suddenly paralyzed. The mind entered his", "He was sickened. And fascinated. Cold night wind blew around him and he\n shuddered. He was tired, dazed with shock. On the front steps of the" ], [ "Hope flickered in Loyce. They weren't omnipotent. They had made a\n mistake, not got control of him. Their net, their field of control, had", "Loyce pulled himself away. He got slowly to his feet. It was night. The\n alley was totally dark. But maybe they could see in the dark. Maybe\n darkness made no difference to them.", "Loyce stabbed wildly at it. It retreated, buzzing frantically. Loyce\n rolled and crawled toward the door. Tommy and Janet stood still as", "\"The body!\" Loyce screamed, struggling to get past them. Hands caught at\n him. He tore loose. \"Let me go! The police! Get the police!\"\n\n\n \"Ed—\"", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "It was a body. A human body.\n\"Look at it!\" Loyce snapped. \"Come on out here!\"", "Loyce kicked. The man gasped and fell. Loyce brought the rock down. The\n man screamed and tried to roll away. \"\nStop!\nFor God's sake listen—\"", "\"I feel better,\" Loyce said. \"I was pretty excited there, for a minute.\n I guess I got all stirred up. Now that I understand, there's no need to\n take me in, is there?\"", "\"Insane? No. Just lucky. If I hadn't been down in the basement I'd be\n like all the rest of you.\" Loyce peered out the window. \"But I can't\n stand here talking. Get your coat.\"", "Something lapped through his mind. A wall of force, energy, an alien\n mind probing into him. He was suddenly paralyzed. The mind entered his", "Loyce recoiled with horror. \"Then they\nexpected\nfailures! They\n anticipated—\" He broke off. \"They were ready with a trap.\"", "Loyce sipped some of the black coffee they had brought him. \"I have a\n theory,\" he murmured.\n\n\n \"What is it?\"", "\"Loyce.\" He mopped his forehead wearily. \"Edward C. Loyce. Listen to me.\n Back there—\"", "He struck again. A hideous crunching sound. The man's voice cut off and\n dissolved in a bubbling wail. Loyce scrambled up and back. The others", "\"For Heaven's sake,\" Loyce muttered, sickened. He pushed down his nausea\n and made his way back to the sidewalk. He was shaking all over, with", "Loyce yanked himself free. \"How can you stand here? Don't you see it?\n For God's sake—\"\n\n\n \"What's he talking about?\" Margaret asked nervously.", "Loyce sagged. \"Thank God.\"\n\n\n \"So you got away.\" The Commissioner shook his head. \"You were down in\n your cellar instead of at work. A freak chance. One in a million.\"", "Going home—with their minds dead. Controlled, filmed over with the mask\n of an alien being that had appeared and taken possession of them, their", "Loyce opened the door. For a brief second he looked back at his wife and\n son. Then he slammed the door behind him and raced down the porch steps." ], [ "Loyce stabbed wildly at it. It retreated, buzzing frantically. Loyce\n rolled and crawled toward the door. Tommy and Janet stood still as", "tight. It was too late to think about that. Savagely he scooped up his\n knife and headed toward the door. Janet and Tommy stood stone-still,\n neither of them moving.", "their world and his.\n\"Ed!\" Janet Loyce backed away nervously. \"What is it? What—\"", "Loyce began to get hysterical. \"You see it? You see it hanging there? A\n man's body! A dead man!\"\n\n\n \"Sure, Ed. I saw it this afternoon when I went out for coffee.\"", "It was a body. A human body.\n\"Look at it!\" Loyce snapped. \"Come on out here!\"", "Loyce closed his eyes in horror. His senses reeled. He hung on tight,\n clutching at the sagging fence. The shape, the man-shape, had abruptly", "Ed Loyce slammed the door behind him and came into the living room.\n \"Pull down the shades. Quick.\"\n\n\n Janet moved toward the window. \"But—\"", "\"The body!\" Loyce screamed, struggling to get past them. Hands caught at\n him. He tore loose. \"Let me go! The police! Get the police!\"\n\n\n \"Ed—\"", "He struck again. A hideous crunching sound. The man's voice cut off and\n dissolved in a bubbling wail. Loyce scrambled up and back. The others", "Loyce recoiled with horror. \"Then they\nexpected\nfailures! They\n anticipated—\" He broke off. \"They were ready with a trap.\"", "Loyce opened the door. For a brief second he looked back at his wife and\n son. Then he slammed the door behind him and raced down the porch steps.", "\"And you showed yourself. You reacted. You made yourself known.\" The\n Commissioner abruptly moved toward the door. \"Come along, Loyce. There's\n a lot to do. We must get moving. There's no time to waste.\"", "Loyce yanked himself free. \"How can you stand here? Don't you see it?\n For God's sake—\"\n\n\n \"What's he talking about?\" Margaret asked nervously.", "\"For Heaven's sake,\" Loyce muttered, sickened. He pushed down his nausea\n and made his way back to the sidewalk. He was shaking all over, with", "Loyce pulled himself away. He got slowly to his feet. It was night. The\n alley was totally dark. But maybe they could see in the dark. Maybe\n darkness made no difference to them.", "\"The body!\" Ed shouted. \"The body hanging there!\"\n\n\n More people collected. \"Is he sick? It's Ed Loyce. You okay, Ed?\"", "Ed Loyce grinned weakly. \"Good Lord. I guess I sort of went off the deep\n end. I thought maybe something had happened. You know, something like", "\"Insane? No. Just lucky. If I hadn't been down in the basement I'd be\n like all the rest of you.\" Loyce peered out the window. \"But I can't\n stand here talking. Get your coat.\"", "Janet shook her head. \"I don't understand, Ed. You must be insane.\"", "The man had been middle-aged. His clothing was ripped and torn, a gray\n suit, splashed and caked with dried mud. A stranger. Loyce had never" ], [ "It didn't seem possible. What he saw descending from the black chasm\n weren't men. They were alien—from some other world, some other", "The man was watching him again. Small dark eyes, alive and clever.\n Shrewd. A man too shrewd for them—or one of the things itself, an alien\n insect from beyond.", "\"What are you talking about?\"\n\n\n \"We've been invaded. From some other universe, some other dimension.\n They're insects. Mimicry. And more. Power to control minds. Your mind.\"", "Something lapped through his mind. A wall of force, energy, an alien\n mind probing into him. He was suddenly paralyzed. The mind entered his", "Going home—with their minds dead. Controlled, filmed over with the mask\n of an alien being that had appeared and taken possession of them, their", "They were landing. Coming down in groups, landing on the roof of the\n City Hall and disappearing inside. They had wings. Like giant insects of", "own, touched against him briefly, shockingly. An utterly alien presence,\n settling over him—and then it flickered out as the thing collapsed in a\n broken heap on the rug.", "\"So?\"\n\n\n \"They were all represented by figures.\" Loyce looked up at the\n Commissioner. \"Beelzebub was represented as—a giant fly.\"", "\"The town has been taken over. They're in control. I've got it pretty\n well figured out. They started at the top, at the City Hall and police\n department. What they did with the\nreal\nhumans they—\"", "Pseudo-men. Imitation men. Insects with ability to disguise themselves\n as men. Like other insects familiar to Earth. Protective coloration.\n Mimicry.", "\"To draw you out. Make you declare yourself. So they'd know who was\n under control—and who had escaped.\"", "Loyce pulled himself away. He got slowly to his feet. It was night. The\n alley was totally dark. But maybe they could see in the dark. Maybe\n darkness made no difference to them.", "realization of the danger. The two men on the bus. I think they\n understood. Had escaped, like I did.\" He clenched his fists. \"I killed", "them. I knew it right away. I could feel them leave. And then the sun\n came up.\"", "motion as it aimed itself. It still bore a vague resemblance to Jimmy.\n It was small, a baby one. A brief glimpse—the thing hurtling at him,", "He listened. Good God, he could hear something. Something that made him\n struggle frantically to close his ears, his mind, to shut out the sound.\n A buzzing. A distant, muted hum like a great swarm of bees.", "revulsion—and fear.\nWhy?\nWho was the man? Why was he hanging there? What did it mean?", "were there, now. All around him. He ran, awkwardly, down the sidewalk,\n up a driveway. None of them followed him. They had stopped and were", "The Commissioner grunted. \"An old struggle.\"\n\n\n \"They've been defeated. The Bible is an account of their defeats. They\n make gains—but finally they're defeated.\"", "\"Not everything. The hanging man. The dead man hanging from the\n lamppost. I don't understand that.\nWhy?\nWhy did they deliberately hang\n him there?\"" ] ]

[ "According to the passage what allowed Judy's to move into the grandmother's house?", "What was odd about the thief according the passage in Section 7?", "Why was Holly crying?", "What does the reader begin to notice about Holly's personality?", "What can be inferred about the type of character Mr. Sammis is?", "Why was it unfair for Judy to pay for the table?" ]

[ [ "The flood destroyed her house", "Judy purchased the home to be closer to her father", "Her grandmother died", "Her father had moved to Farringdon" ], [ "Why he selected Holly's house to rob", "Nothing odd but an ordinary old criminal ", "How he was able to escape so quickly", "The choice of item he stole" ], [ "Holly was lost and alone", "She was scared of having a thief in her own home", "She was crying with anger", "She had a deep connection with the typewriter" ], [ "She broads over her bad luck", "She is a caring person", "She is overly excited with emotion", "She is resentful of her family" ], [ "He is trying to make the best out of his business", "He is hardened by the flood", "He is a scammer", "He's an honest, hard working man" ], [ "It was an honest accident she bumped into it", "Table was already broken", "It was fair to pay the for the damage", "She bought other items" ] ]

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[ [ "The house had been willed to Judy by her grandmother,\n and it was so sturdy and well built that she\n felt sure it would stand there on the slope overlooking\n Dry Brook as long as the hills themselves.", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "“I suppose it would, but we never found it.\n Grandma wanted us to take some of her things,” Judy\n remembered, “but we thought it would be better to", "Inside the shop it was hard to move around because\n of all the old furniture crowded into every inch of\n floor space. Judy had to move a chair to reach the", "“I’ll take it then,” Judy decided. “It’s for the beginning\n of school, too,” she pointed out as she and\n Holly made their way back to the front of the shop.", "had been made into shops. Judy had noticed one of\n the signs:\nH. SAMMIS", "where he still lived and practiced. Only her grandmother’s\n house, two miles above the broken dam, had\n stayed the same.", "“You’re right, too,” declared Judy, reaching into\n the drawer for another one of Grandmother Smeed’s", "Judy smiled at this thought. She was so absorbed in\n what she was doing that at first she didn’t hear the\n front doorbell ringing downstairs. It rang again more", "making sure all their loved ones are safe to worry\n about their possessions.” Judy paused. She had been\n younger than Holly was now when the Bolton family’s", "His tone of voice plainly told the girls he wished\n they’d go, but Judy wasn’t ready to leave until she had\n done a little more exploring.", "Peter had left the stair door open, and soon Judy\n heard Blackberry padding up to keep her company.\n He looked around, the way cats will, and then came\n into the storeroom to see what Judy was doing.", "Up here in the attic nothing had been disturbed except\n by Blackberry as he played with the spools in Judy’s\n sewing room or searched for mice in the other two", "Judy’s thoughts broke off as she suddenly stopped\n the car. They had been driving through a small town", "“I meant—almost new,” Holly stammered.\n\n\n “Are you Mr. Sammis? Will you let us see what you\n have, please?” Judy asked.", "“You hope,” Judy added as he bent to kiss her.\n\n3", "to glance out the window and see those big pieces\n of broken concrete. A lot of them lost their homes\n when that dam broke, just the way you did, Judy.", "number! There!” Judy announced when she\n had it. “Now we’ll go in like any other customers and\n pretend we want to buy something.”", "“That’s strange.” Judy couldn’t quite picture a\n thief running into Holly’s house, grabbing her typewriter,", "now was to round up the Joe Mott gang. Judy\n knew that much, although his work was confidential.\n It was also dangerous. Each time he left the house she" ], [ "“That’s strange.” Judy couldn’t quite picture a\n thief running into Holly’s house, grabbing her typewriter,", "“I’m afraid he did get away with it,” Horace told\n her. “If he did take your typewriter, he must be half-way\n to Ulysses with it by now.”", "“There was nothing strange about it,” declared\n Holly. “He would have taken more if I hadn’t surprised\n him and called Ruth. She was busy with the\n baby and didn’t pay any attention. Doris had just left\n in her car—”", "“What took you so long? I thought you’d never answer\n the bell. Quick!” she urged breathlessly.\n “Maybe we can still head off that green car! There’s\n a thief in it. He stole my typewriter!”", "“We can try,” replied Judy, “but I’m not making\n any rash promises. Didn’t you just tell me you’re not\n sure he is the thief? You didn’t actually see him take\n your typewriter, did you?”", "“That’s it!” Judy interrupted. “The thief probably\n saw your sister Doris leaving and figured you were all\n out.”", "were indistinct. Then, suddenly, something was\n dropped with a loud thud. Holly jumped.", "right near me, and every time he passes my desk I get\n the shivers. I thought Peter was going to arrest him.”", "It was his own elbow that knocked over the little\n table with the claw feet, but he looked at Judy as if", "“Well, we weren’t. I was there, and I saw him run\n out of the house toward a green car. Please drive\n faster, Judy! I have to get my typewriter back.”", "10\n\n “\nWhat?\n” Judy was so surprised that she nearly hit\n the curb as they turned the corner. “If we aren’t following\n a typewriter thief, then what are we doing in\n Farringdon?”", "“We were drenched to the skin and that criminal,\n Joe Mott, was after us. I’m glad he’s back in prison. I", "“Several of them,” replied Horace. “They’re quite\n common, or haven’t you noticed? Come to think of it,", "“You’ll never catch him,” Horace predicted, “and\n how would you get your typewriter back if you did?", "now was to round up the Joe Mott gang. Judy\n knew that much, although his work was confidential.\n It was also dangerous. Each time he left the house she", "“We are—I mean we were following that green\n car, and I think my typewriter is in it. It’s just that I—I\n mean I haven’t told you everything.”", "as Horace had said. The typewriter wasn’t in the shop,\n and neither was the boy who had been seen driving a\n green car. Voices came from the upper floor, but they", "Peter had left the stair door open, and soon Judy\n heard Blackberry padding up to keep her company.\n He looked around, the way cats will, and then came\n into the storeroom to see what Judy was doing.", "He laughed, an unpleasant sort of laugh as if he were\n making fun of her. “It’s junk. I was going to throw it\n out. You can have it for a quarter.”", "“That would depend on how fast he was going, I\n should think, but we’ll try it,” Judy promised.\n\n6\n“Quick!” Holly urged breathlessly.\n7" ], [ "And suddenly, like rain from a clear blue sky, Holly\n burst into tears. She was crying over more important", "were indistinct. Then, suddenly, something was\n dropped with a loud thud. Holly jumped.", "note of timidity in his voice as he talked with the\n police officer who later came in and quietly seated\n himself at their table. It was Holly who was frightened.", "“There was nothing strange about it,” declared\n Holly. “He would have taken more if I hadn’t surprised\n him and called Ruth. She was busy with the\n baby and didn’t pay any attention. Doris had just left\n in her car—”", "“I’d be glad to have his help,” declared Holly almost\n too enthusiastically. “There he is now, walking down\n Grove Street. Oh dear! Is that Honey with him?”", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "Judy shook her head. She didn’t think it would be\n that easy, but she was willing to go along with Holly", "“We’ll try and get it back,” Judy reassured her.\n “Come on, Holly!”", "“No, I didn’t know. Good things happen to everyone\n but me,” was Holly’s doleful comment. “I’ll\n probably be an old maid and live all alone without\n even a cat for company.”", "sister was on her way to a teaching job at some private\n school in Maine. The girls’ uncle had died while Judy\n and Peter were in Washington. Holly said she had\n never felt more lost and alone.", "“There aren’t any others?” Holly’s voice held disappointment.\n\n\n “No, that’s all we have.”", "“He’s the one,” Holly interrupted. “Do you think\n we can still overtake him?”\n\n11", "“That would depend on how fast he was going, I\n should think, but we’ll try it,” Judy promised.\n\n6\n“Quick!” Holly urged breathlessly.\n7", "“New ones,” Holly added. Her typewriter was almost\n new.", "cream pitcher Holly had admired. Before she could\n touch it, a voice barked at her.", "While Horace went to telephone, the three girls\n ordered lunch. Holly was still jumpy. She kept tossing\n her mane of thick brown hair like a restless colt. She", "The cat startled Holly Potter, Judy’s sixteen-year-old\n neighbor, who had rung the bell. Obviously she\n had been running at break-neck speed along the shortcut\n from her house to Judy’s.", "“But I’m sure he went this way,” Holly insisted. “I\n would have seen him myself if he’d turned toward", "making sure all their loved ones are safe to worry\n about their possessions.” Judy paused. She had been\n younger than Holly was now when the Bolton family’s", "“A typewriter!” agreed Holly. “We’ll just ask.\n Then, if we see mine, we’ll call the police.”" ], [ "were indistinct. Then, suddenly, something was\n dropped with a loud thud. Holly jumped.", "note of timidity in his voice as he talked with the\n police officer who later came in and quietly seated\n himself at their table. It was Holly who was frightened.", "And suddenly, like rain from a clear blue sky, Holly\n burst into tears. She was crying over more important", "“I’d be glad to have his help,” declared Holly almost\n too enthusiastically. “There he is now, walking down\n Grove Street. Oh dear! Is that Honey with him?”", "Judy shook her head. She didn’t think it would be\n that easy, but she was willing to go along with Holly", "“No, I didn’t know. Good things happen to everyone\n but me,” was Holly’s doleful comment. “I’ll\n probably be an old maid and live all alone without\n even a cat for company.”", "“New ones,” Holly added. Her typewriter was almost\n new.", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "making sure all their loved ones are safe to worry\n about their possessions.” Judy paused. She had been\n younger than Holly was now when the Bolton family’s", "“There was nothing strange about it,” declared\n Holly. “He would have taken more if I hadn’t surprised\n him and called Ruth. She was busy with the\n baby and didn’t pay any attention. Doris had just left\n in her car—”", "“That would depend on how fast he was going, I\n should think, but we’ll try it,” Judy promised.\n\n6\n“Quick!” Holly urged breathlessly.\n7", "“That’s strange.” Judy couldn’t quite picture a\n thief running into Holly’s house, grabbing her typewriter,", "“I meant—almost new,” Holly stammered.\n\n\n “Are you Mr. Sammis? Will you let us see what you\n have, please?” Judy asked.", "“I’ll take it then,” Judy decided. “It’s for the beginning\n of school, too,” she pointed out as she and\n Holly made their way back to the front of the shop.", "The cat startled Holly Potter, Judy’s sixteen-year-old\n neighbor, who had rung the bell. Obviously she\n had been running at break-neck speed along the shortcut\n from her house to Judy’s.", "“He’s the one,” Holly interrupted. “Do you think\n we can still overtake him?”\n\n11", "“What do you think, Judy?” Holly asked.\n\n\n “I’d do it if I were you, Holly,” she advised.", "“But that’s for the close of school,” Holly objected,\n reading over her shoulder. The illuminated verse read:\nOh! Swift the time has fled away", "Holly drive on a ways? Maybe you’ll see that\n green car parked somewhere along the road. I’ll finish\n up a little job I’m doing and tell Mr. Lee this looks like", "“Look at all the lovely old glassware in the windows,”\n Holly pointed out as they walked around to\n the front of the shop. “There’s a blue glass hen just" ], [ "“I meant—almost new,” Holly stammered.\n\n\n “Are you Mr. Sammis? Will you let us see what you\n have, please?” Judy asked.", "“My wife,” Mr. Sammis explained. “She’s always\n dropping things. Did you find anything you want?”", "“Careful there!” Mr. Sammis warned again.", "“In the box over there. But don’t be all day looking\n them over. Your car’s parked right in front of mine.”\n\n\n Mr. Sammis had just seen it through the window.", "“Fifteen dollars! What are you talking about, Mr.\n Sammis? I’ll never pay for a table I didn’t break,” Judy\n declared with indignation.\n\n22", "had been made into shops. Judy had noticed one of\n the signs:\nH. SAMMIS", "“I’m afraid he did get away with it,” Horace told\n her. “If he did take your typewriter, he must be half-way\n to Ulysses with it by now.”", "“We can try,” replied Judy, “but I’m not making\n any rash promises. Didn’t you just tell me you’re not\n sure he is the thief? You didn’t actually see him take\n your typewriter, did you?”", "“Well, we weren’t. I was there, and I saw him run\n out of the house toward a green car. Please drive\n faster, Judy! I have to get my typewriter back.”", "The verse was followed by the name of the teacher\n and pupils in some long-ago country school. Hugh\n Sammis was one of the names.", "“Your typewriter?” gasped Judy.\n\n\n “Yes, the one you gave me for my birthday. Remember\n when we traded birthdays so mine wouldn’t\n come on Christmas? I loved that typewriter, and\n now—”", "“What took you so long? I thought you’d never answer\n the bell. Quick!” she urged breathlessly.\n “Maybe we can still head off that green car! There’s\n a thief in it. He stole my typewriter!”", "now was to round up the Joe Mott gang. Judy\n knew that much, although his work was confidential.\n It was also dangerous. Each time he left the house she", "“I’d be glad to have his help,” declared Holly almost\n too enthusiastically. “There he is now, walking down\n Grove Street. Oh dear! Is that Honey with him?”", "“We are—I mean we were following that green\n car, and I think my typewriter is in it. It’s just that I—I\n mean I haven’t told you everything.”", "way sisters are, always borrowing things without asking.\n But I don’t believe it. Doris knows I need my\n typewriter. Please drive on, Judy,” Holly pleaded.", "“And there’s a green car in the driveway!” exclaimed\n Holly. “Oh, Judy! Luck is with us after all.\n That boy may be inside right now trying to sell my\n typewriter!”", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "“You came to the wrong place for a new typewriter.\n We sell anything and everything so long as it’s\n old.” The shopkeeper, a stout, balding man, looked at\n the two girls as if he considered them slightly stupid.", "The Puzzle in the Pond\n1\nCHAPTER I\n\n A Stolen Typewriter\n“Here’s something Miss Pringle can use!”" ], [ "“Fifteen dollars! What are you talking about, Mr.\n Sammis? I’ll never pay for a table I didn’t break,” Judy\n declared with indignation.\n\n22", "“But that isn’t fair!” Judy cried, her gray eyes blazing.\n\n\n “No? Then I’ll make it twenty-five.”", "“I can see it is,” Judy interrupted. “The claw fell off\n because the table leg was already broken. I can see", "It was his own elbow that knocked over the little\n table with the claw feet, but he looked at Judy as if", "“I’ll take it then,” Judy decided. “It’s for the beginning\n of school, too,” she pointed out as she and\n Holly made their way back to the front of the shop.", "“I have no intention of breaking anything,” replied\n Judy. “I just wanted to see that luster cream pitcher.”\n\n\n “That’s eighty dollars!”", "Inside the shop it was hard to move around because\n of all the old furniture crowded into every inch of\n floor space. Judy had to move a chair to reach the", "His tone of voice plainly told the girls he wished\n they’d go, but Judy wasn’t ready to leave until she had\n done a little more exploring.", "“Now see what you’ve done,” he charged unreasonably.\n “I told you you’d have to pay for anything", "“Tell you what, Judy,” Horace suggested as they\n were leaving the restaurant. “Why don’t you and", "He laughed, an unpleasant sort of laugh as if he were\n making fun of her. “It’s junk. I was going to throw it\n out. You can have it for a quarter.”", "she had done it. One foot with a claw clutching a glass\n ball fell to the floor. He picked it up and waved it in\n Judy’s face.", "“It usually is,” replied Judy. “They’re practically\n engaged, you know.”", "Judy shook her head. She didn’t think it would be\n that easy, but she was willing to go along with Holly", "“Empty! He’s probably trying to sell it. Come on\n inside,” Holly urged, pulling Judy along with her.", "for twenty dollars,” the shopkeeper announced with a\n satisfied chuckle. “Then, if he won’t pay his bill, I\n won’t pay mine.”", "“I should say you haven’t,” Judy agreed. “Maybe\n Horace would help us for the sake of the story.”", "Judy smiled at this thought. She was so absorbed in\n what she was doing that at first she didn’t hear the\n front doorbell ringing downstairs. It rang again more", "“I meant—almost new,” Holly stammered.\n\n\n “Are you Mr. Sammis? Will you let us see what you\n have, please?” Judy asked.", "“That would depend on how fast he was going, I\n should think, but we’ll try it,” Judy promised.\n\n6\n“Quick!” Holly urged breathlessly.\n7" ] ]

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[ "What traits best describe Kit?", "What of the following is not true of the draft?", "What is the Nowhere Journey?", "Which of the following best describe Stephanie?", "Which of the following best describe Sophia?", "Why might Kit actually want to go on Nowhere Journey?", "What's the deal with Alaric Arkalion III?", "What is not true of the Riots?", "Of all of the characters in this story, which two confuse those around them?" ]

[ [ "Pragmatic and kind", "Rebellious and handsome", "Cowardly and humorous", "Bold and intelligent" ], [ "It's done in a public announcement", "It happens every year", "It only selects men", "It selects 200 individuals each time" ], [ "The drafted individuals are predicted to go to Mars each time", "The drafted individuals go to a new planet each time", "The drafted individuals go to a new solar system each time", "The drafted individuals are predicted to head toward the sun each time" ], [ "Her character is focused on Kit's character", "Her character is focused on Arkalion's character", "Her character is multidimensional", "Her character is focused on Sophia's character" ], [ "She's been coerced into signing up for the voyage", "She's going on the same voyage as Arkalion", "She's going on the same voyage as Kit", "She's volunteered to go on a voyage" ], [ "To investigate the disappearance of his cousin", "To avenge the death of his brother", "To try to find his cousin on the planet", "To get answers to whether his brother's alive" ], [ "He's been paid to stop the Nowhere Journey from within", "He's been paid to take another man's place", "He's so wealthy that he's avoiding the draft and escaping Earth for fun", "He's been paid to investigate the draft" ], [ "They're a response to the draft", "They cause many injuries", "They cause a lot of private property damage", "They cause a lot of public property damage" ], [ "Arkalion and Kit", "Stephanie and Sophia", "Kit and Stephanie", "Sophia and Arkalion" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Kit, I love you. I love you. How can I forget you?\"", "\"We're different, Kit. I'll love you forever. And—Kit ... I know\n you'll come back to me. I'll wait, Kit. We're different. You'll come\n back.\"", "Kit's fellow-draftee Arkalion, the young man with the strange, old-man\n eyes, seemed to know more than he should. So when Kit twisted the tail", "\"Tell me again, Kit.\"\n\n\n \"What.\"\n\n\n \"You know what.\"", "too. The last time, and then you'll be too old. That's funny, too old\n at twenty-six. But we'll be free, Kit. Free.\"", "\"Where are we going, Kit?\"\n\n\n \"Search me. Just driving.\"", "\"Hours. When we want a whole lifetime. Kit. Oh, Kit—why don't we run\n away? Just the two of us, someplace where they'll never find you. I\n could be packed and ready and—\"", "\"I'm Kit Temple,\" said Temple, extending his hand. \"Arkalion, a strange\n name. I know it from somewhere.... Say! Aren't you—don't you have\n something to do with carpets or something?\"", "it. The last of Kit Temple. Stop thinking about me. I don't exist.\n I—never was.\" It sounded ridiculous, even to him.", "they don't even tell you why. Kit, don't go! We'll hide someplace and\n get married and—\"", "\"It's warm in here.\" He kissed her moist eyes, her nose, her lips.\n\n\n \"Oh God, Kit. Five minutes.\"", "\"Hold me, Kit. I'm sorry ... carrying on like this.\"", "\"Kit,\" said Stephanie, \"I—I suddenly have a hunch we have nothing to\n worry about. They missed you all along and they'll miss you this time,", "When Kit Temple was drafted for the Nowhere Journey, he figured that\n he'd left his home, his girl, and the Earth for good. For though those", "And Center City would meet its quota. With a demonstration of\n reluctance, of course. The healthy approved way to get over social\n trauma once every seven-hundred eighty days.\n\"Shut it off, Kit. Kit, please.\"", "\"Tell me again, Kit,\" Stephanie pleaded. \"How old are you?\"\n\n\n \"You know I'm twenty-six.\"", "\"They'll exploit anything, Kit.\"\n\n\n \"It's just a song.\"\n\n\n \"Turn it off, please.\"", "years before Jason Temple had been selected for the Nowhere Journey.\n He'd been young, though older than his brother Kit. Young, unattached,\n almost cheerful he was. Naturally, they never saw him again.", "\"Turn it on, Kit.\"\n\n\n He dialed the telio in time to see the announcer's insincere smile.\n Smile seventeen, Kit thought wryly. Patriotic sacrifice.", "\"Kit, that's cruel! I would not.\"" ], [ "\"No one ever said it isn't our duty,\" Stephanie argued, as if the\n announcer could indeed hear her. \"We only wish we knew something about\n it—and we wish it weren't forever.\"", "\"There is nothing in the law which says a woman cannot volunteer.\"\n\n\n \"We don't make women volunteer.\"\n\n\n \"I mean really volunteer, of her own free will.\"", "\"That is what I said.\"\n\n\n \"We don't force women to volunteer.\" The man scratched some more.", "no draft in Russia since the days of the Second War of the People's\n Liberation. Volunteer? What, precisely, did the word mean?", "When Kit Temple was drafted for the Nowhere Journey, he figured that\n he'd left his home, his girl, and the Earth for good. For though those", "\"But nothing. Were your name Jones, really and truly Jones, I might ask\n less.\"\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"You are Jones exactly as much as I am Smith.\"", "Kit's fellow-draftee Arkalion, the young man with the strange, old-man\n eyes, seemed to know more than he should. So when Kit twisted the tail", "\"Twenty-six. Yes, twenty-six, so if they don't call you this time,\n you'll be safe. Safe, I can hardly believe it.\"", "means. We know only that they go somewhere and not nowhere, bravely and\n not fearfully, for a purpose vital to the security of this nation and", "Three-score men sit in the crowded, smoke-filled room. Some drink\n beer, some squat in moody silence, some talk in an animated fashion\n about nothing very urgent. At the one small door, two guards pace back", "Printed in U.S.A.\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: Extensive research did not uncover any evidence", "A large drum filled the entire telio screen. It rotated slowly from\n bottom to top. In twenty seconds, the letter A appeared, followed by", "\"It's happened before. It will happen again.\" That hurt, too. He was\n talking about a couple of statistics, not about himself and Stephanie.", "\"No you don't. It's noble to be patriotic, sure. It always was. But\n this is different, Kit. They don't ask for part of your life. Not for", "\"Every seven-hundred eighty days,\" said the announcer, \"two-hundred\n of Center City's young men are selected to serve their country for an\n indeterminate period regulated rigidly by a rotation system.\"", "FIRST MAN: Not bad, chief. You got most of it.\n\n\n THIRD MAN: No one ever said anything about space travel.", "\"Know what would happen after a few years? We'd hate each other. You'd\n look at me and say 'I wouldn't be hiding like this, except for you. I'm\n young and—'\"", "\"When I saw your ad,\" said not-Smith, \"I said to myself, 'now here must\n be a very rich, influential man.' It only remained for me to study a", "\"Not if you don't, Mr. Smith. Let me look at you. Umm, you seem the\n right height, the right build.\"\n\n\n \"I meet the specifications exactly.\"", "individuals, said fund to be terminated the moment I return. If I come\n back within the five years, you are merely to give the money over to\n me. Is that clear?\"" ], [ "\"... therefore, the Nowhere Journey. With a maximum security lid on\n the whole project, we don't even know why our men are sent, or by what", "years before Jason Temple had been selected for the Nowhere Journey.\n He'd been young, though older than his brother Kit. Young, unattached,\n almost cheerful he was. Naturally, they never saw him again.", "\"This is the thirteenth call since the inception of what is popularly\n referred to as the Nowhere Journey,\" said the announcer. \"Obviously,", "When Kit Temple was drafted for the Nowhere Journey, he figured that\n he'd left his home, his girl, and the Earth for good. For though those", "Motives always troubled Mr. Arkalion, and thus he pursued what might\n have been a dangerous conversation. \"You'll never get a chance to spend\n it on the Nowhere Journey.\"", "SECOND MAN: Oh yeah? Prison, shmision. Or else go on the Nowhere\n Journey. Well, I don't see the difference.", "\"No, ladies and gentlemen, we use the word Nowhere merely because we\n are not aware of the ultimate destination. Security reasons make it\n impossible to....\"", "the two hundred young men from Center City and the thousands from all\n over this hemisphere do not in reality embark on a Journey to Nowhere.\n That is quite meaningless.\"", "of fate and followed Arkalion to the ends of space and time, he found\n the secret behind \"Nowhere\" and a personal challenge upon which the\n entire future of Earth depended.\nContents", "Nowhere Journey once every seven hundred and eighty days strike anyone\n as significant?", "The telio blared in a cheaply feminine voice, \"Oh, it's a long way\n to nowhere, forever. And your honey's not coming back, never, never,\n never....\" A wailing trumpet represented flight.", "\"And nothing.\" Temple stopped the ground-jet, climbed out, opened the\n door for Stephanie. \"Don't you see? There's no place to hide. Wherever", "much, but a real blue chip future. So they send me to Nowhere.", "means. We know only that they go somewhere and not nowhere, bravely and\n not fearfully, for a purpose vital to the security of this nation and", "SECOND MAN: Yeah, well I mean it. Forever. We're going away,\n someplace—forever. We're not coming back, ever. No one comes back.\n It's for good, for keeps.", "\"Where are we going, Kit?\"\n\n\n \"Search me. Just driving.\"", "no one would. Including Sophia Androvna Petrovitch. But then, there\n was nothing she would miss, nothing to which she particularly wanted\n to return. Not the stark, foul streets of Stalingrad, not the workers", "called were always promised \"rotation,\" not a man had ever returned\n from that mysterious flight into the unknown.", "They drove for hours through the fresh country air, feeling the wind\n against their faces, listening to the roar their ground-jet made, all\n alone on the rimrock highway.", "\"Here I am not a billionaire, nor will I ever be one again. A-92-6417,\n a number. On his way to Mars with a bunch of other numbers.\"" ], [ "\"Yes, yes,\" said Stephanie impatiently. \"Go on.\"", "\"No one ever said it isn't our duty,\" Stephanie argued, as if the\n announcer could indeed hear her. \"We only wish we knew something about\n it—and we wish it weren't forever.\"", "\"It's happened before. It will happen again.\" That hurt, too. He was\n talking about a couple of statistics, not about himself and Stephanie.", "\"And nothing.\" Temple stopped the ground-jet, climbed out, opened the\n door for Stephanie. \"Don't you see? There's no place to hide. Wherever", "Temple's mouth felt dry as a ball of cotton. Stephanie laughed\n nervously. Now—or never. Never?\n\n\n Now.\n\n\n Stephanie whimpered despairingly.", "\"Tell me again, Kit,\" Stephanie pleaded. \"How old are you?\"\n\n\n \"You know I'm twenty-six.\"", "Temple smiled. He had absented himself without leave. It had been\n difficult enough and he might yet be in a lot of hot water, but it\n would be senseless to worry Stephanie. \"It's just for a few hours,\" he\n said.", "\"Liar!\" Stephanie cried. \"No one ever comes back. It's been thirty\n years since the first group and not one of them....\"\n\n\n \"Shh,\" Temple raised a finger to his lips.", "And then he forgot everything but Stephanie....\n\"I am Alaric Arkalion III,\" said the extremely young-looking man with\n the old, wise eyes.", "\"Kit,\" said Stephanie, \"I—I suddenly have a hunch we have nothing to\n worry about. They missed you all along and they'll miss you this time,", "\"Nine minutes,\" said Temple in the darkness. Stephanie had drawn the\n blinds earlier, had dialed for sound-proofing. The screaming in the", "soft-floored still from last autumn, melodic with the chirping of\n nameless birds. They sat, not talking. Stephanie wore a gay summer", "R, S....\n\n\n \"T!\" Stephanie shrieked as the names began to float slowly up from the\n bottom of the drum.\n\n\n Tabor, Tebbets, Teddley....", "\"For God's sake, how can you talk like that? I don't want to go\n anyplace, except with you. But we can't run away, Steffy. I've got to\n face it, whatever it is.\"", "\"Loved. Past tense. When I leave tonight, it's as if I don't exist\n anymore. As if I never existed. It's got to be that way, Steffy. In\n thirty years, no one ever returned.\"", "\"I'm scared.\"\n\n\n \"You and everyone else in North America, Steffy.\"\n\n\n She was trembling against him. \"It's cold for June.\"", "Sophia Androvna Petrovitch made her way downtown through the bustle of\n tired workers and the occasional sprinkling of Comrades. She crushed\n her\nersatz", "There, sitting behind that desk, was precisely why. Why should she,\n Sophia Androvna Petrovitch, wish to volunteer for the Stalintrek?", "She, Sophia Androvna Petrovitch would volunteer, without being told.\n Thus it was she found herself at 616 Stalin Avenue, and thus the", "no one would. Including Sophia Androvna Petrovitch. But then, there\n was nothing she would miss, nothing to which she particularly wanted\n to return. Not the stark, foul streets of Stalingrad, not the workers" ], [ "\"You're terribly observant, Comrade,\" said Sophia coldly. \"I am here to\n volunteer.\"\n\n\n \"But a woman.\"", "There, sitting behind that desk, was precisely why. Why should she,\n Sophia Androvna Petrovitch, wish to volunteer for the Stalintrek?", "Sophia Androvna Petrovitch made her way downtown through the bustle of\n tired workers and the occasional sprinkling of Comrades. She crushed\n her\nersatz", "you picture Fyodor on the Stalintrek? Better they should have taken me.\n Better they should have taken his wife.\" That day Sophia could hardly\n contain herself.", "\"Oh, really,\" said Sophia. \"This is 1992, not mid-century, Comrade. Did", "She, Sophia Androvna Petrovitch would volunteer, without being told.\n Thus it was she found herself at 616 Stalin Avenue, and thus the", "no one would. Including Sophia Androvna Petrovitch. But then, there\n was nothing she would miss, nothing to which she particularly wanted\n to return. Not the stark, foul streets of Stalingrad, not the workers", "\"What?\" Sophia cried. \"Stalin dead these thirty-nine years and you\n don't recall his speeches? What is your name, Comrade?\"", "not Stalin say, 'Woman was created to share the glorious destiny of\n Mother Russia with her mate?'\" Sophia created the quote randomly.", "\"What do you want?\" The man at the desk was myopic but bull-necked.\n\n\n Sophia showed her party card.\n\n\n \"Oh, Comrade. Still, you are a woman.\"", "A million questions which had kept her awake at night and, if\n she thought about them hard enough, satisfied her deep longing", "\"Sophocles,\" said Smith. \"But no matter. I will take young Alaric's\n place for ten million dollars.\"", "soft-floored still from last autumn, melodic with the chirping of\n nameless birds. They sat, not talking. Stephanie wore a gay summer", "dress, full-skirted, cut deep beneath the throat. She swayed toward him\n from the waist, nestled her head on his shoulder. He could smell the", "But there, behind that desk, was part of the reason. The Comrade. The\n bright sharp Comrade, with his depth of reasoning, his fountain of", "She signed her name with such vehemence and ferocity that she almost\n tore through the paper.\nCHAPTER II", "more frightened but showing it less, who would love the beauty of\n her breasts and loins but not herself for you never love anything\n but the Stalinimage and Mother Russia herself, not those terrified", "for something different. And then one day when stolid Mrs.\n Ivanovna-Rasnikov had said, \"It is a joke, a terrible, terrible joke", "soft, sweet fragrance of her hair, of the skin at the nape of her neck.\n \"If you want to say goodbye ...\" she said.", "Her head rolled against his chest. She turned, cradled herself in his\n arms, smiled up at him, squirmed some more and had her head pillowed on\n his lap. She smiled tremulously, misty-eyed. Her lips parted." ], [ "When Kit Temple was drafted for the Nowhere Journey, he figured that\n he'd left his home, his girl, and the Earth for good. For though those", "years before Jason Temple had been selected for the Nowhere Journey.\n He'd been young, though older than his brother Kit. Young, unattached,\n almost cheerful he was. Naturally, they never saw him again.", "Motives always troubled Mr. Arkalion, and thus he pursued what might\n have been a dangerous conversation. \"You'll never get a chance to spend\n it on the Nowhere Journey.\"", "\"Where are we going, Kit?\"\n\n\n \"Search me. Just driving.\"", "\"... therefore, the Nowhere Journey. With a maximum security lid on\n the whole project, we don't even know why our men are sent, or by what", "they don't even tell you why. Kit, don't go! We'll hide someplace and\n get married and—\"", "\"Hours. When we want a whole lifetime. Kit. Oh, Kit—why don't we run\n away? Just the two of us, someplace where they'll never find you. I\n could be packed and ready and—\"", "too. The last time, and then you'll be too old. That's funny, too old\n at twenty-six. But we'll be free, Kit. Free.\"", "SECOND MAN: Oh yeah? Prison, shmision. Or else go on the Nowhere\n Journey. Well, I don't see the difference.", "\"Kit,\" said Stephanie, \"I—I suddenly have a hunch we have nothing to\n worry about. They missed you all along and they'll miss you this time,", "\"No, ladies and gentlemen, we use the word Nowhere merely because we\n are not aware of the ultimate destination. Security reasons make it\n impossible to....\"", "\"This is the thirteenth call since the inception of what is popularly\n referred to as the Nowhere Journey,\" said the announcer. \"Obviously,", "\"Tell me again, Kit.\"\n\n\n \"What.\"\n\n\n \"You know what.\"", "it. The last of Kit Temple. Stop thinking about me. I don't exist.\n I—never was.\" It sounded ridiculous, even to him.", "\"Don't talk like that. We can't.\"\n\n\n \"You want to go where they're sending you. You want to go.\"", "\"We're different, Kit. I'll love you forever. And—Kit ... I know\n you'll come back to me. I'll wait, Kit. We're different. You'll come\n back.\"", "no one would. Including Sophia Androvna Petrovitch. But then, there\n was nothing she would miss, nothing to which she particularly wanted\n to return. Not the stark, foul streets of Stalingrad, not the workers", "the two hundred young men from Center City and the thousands from all\n over this hemisphere do not in reality embark on a Journey to Nowhere.\n That is quite meaningless.\"", "And Center City would meet its quota. With a demonstration of\n reluctance, of course. The healthy approved way to get over social\n trauma once every seven-hundred eighty days.\n\"Shut it off, Kit. Kit, please.\"", "There, sitting behind that desk, was precisely why. Why should she,\n Sophia Androvna Petrovitch, wish to volunteer for the Stalintrek?" ], [ "And then he forgot everything but Stephanie....\n\"I am Alaric Arkalion III,\" said the extremely young-looking man with\n the old, wise eyes.", "\"Your son, were you saying, Mr. Arkalion? Alaric Arkalion the Third.\n Did you know that I was able to boil my list of men down to thirty when\n I studied their family ties?\"", "\"That's where you're wrong,\" said Mr. Arkalion as the plastic surgeon\n entered. \"Your name is Alaric Arkalion III—\nnow\n.\"", "I had better say was—my father is Alaric Arkalion II. Yes, that is\n right, the carpet king.\"", "ALARIC ARKALION: Exactly, exactly. Quite a coincidence, otherwise.\n\n\n FIRST MAN: You're telling me.", "FOURTH MAN: (Newly named Alaric Arkalion III) I look forward to this\n as a stimulating adventure. Does the fact that they select men for the", "\"Something tells me we'll be seeing a lot of each other,\" Arkalion\n went on. The voice was that of an older man, too, belying the youthful\n complexion, the almost childish features, the soft fuzz of a beard.", "ALARIC ARKALION: We're going to be together a long time. A long time.\n Why don't you all relax?\n\n\n SECOND MAN: You mind your own business.", "Kit's fellow-draftee Arkalion, the young man with the strange, old-man\n eyes, seemed to know more than he should. So when Kit twisted the tail", "ALARIC ARKALION: It is.\n\n\n SECOND MAN: They better watch out. I'm losing my temper. I get violent\n when I lose my temper.", "\"I'm Kit Temple,\" said Temple, extending his hand. \"Arkalion, a strange\n name. I know it from somewhere.... Say! Aren't you—don't you have\n something to do with carpets or something?\"", "ALARIC ARKALION: As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I think.\n\n\n SECOND MAN: Mars?", "ALARIC ARKALION: (Coldly) Would you care to explain it?", "ALARIC ARKALION: (To himself) I wish I saw that ten million dollars\n already—\nif\nI ever get to see it.", "\"Eh? Eh?\"\n\n\n \"Arkalion. The North American Carpet King. Right?\"", "series of photographs readily obtainable—I have a fine memory for\n that, Mr. Arkalion—and here you are; here is Arkalion the Carpet King.\"", "ALARIC ARKALION: No one is permitted to leave.\n\n\n FIRST MAN: Punishable by a prison term, the law says.", "\"Then I was here,\" Temple said, very seriously.\n\n\n Arkalion smiled. \"By George, of course. Then you were here. Temple,\n we'll get along fine.\"", "\"Brilliant, Mr. Smith. Alaric is so young—\"\n\n\n \"Aren't they all? Twenty-one to twenty-six. Who was it who once said\n something about the flower of our young manhood?\"", "ALARIC ARKALION: (Who realizes, thanks to the plastic surgeon, he is\n the youngest looking of all, with red cheeks and peachfuzz whiskers) It\n is a problem of the intellect. Why seven hundred and eighty days?" ], [ "But Center City, like most communities in United North America,\n had survived the Riots before and would survive them again. On", "Contents\nCHAPTER I\nWhen the first strong sunlight of May covered the tree-arched avenues\n of Center City with green, the riots started.", "Temple nodded in agreement. \"That's what the Sunday supplements say,\n all right.\"\n\n\n \"And doubtless you have observed no one denies it.\"", "THIRD MAN: (Hits First Man, who, surprised, crashes back against a\n table and falls down) It isn't an act, damn you!", "Three-score men sit in the crowded, smoke-filled room. Some drink\n beer, some squat in moody silence, some talk in an animated fashion\n about nothing very urgent. At the one small door, two guards pace back", "\"There is nothing in the law which says a woman cannot volunteer.\"\n\n\n \"We don't make women volunteer.\"\n\n\n \"I mean really volunteer, of her own free will.\"", "The people gathered in angry knots outside the city hall, met in the\n park and littered its walks with newspapers and magazines as they", "bruises and abrasions, Center City would receive half that many damage\n suits. The list had been drawn clearly and accurately; it hardly ever\n deviated.", "streets came to them as not the faintest whisper. But the song which\n became briefly, masochistically popular every two years and two months\n had spoiled their feeling of seclusion.", "\"It's happened before. It will happen again.\" That hurt, too. He was\n talking about a couple of statistics, not about himself and Stephanie.", "ALARIC ARKALION: It is.\n\n\n SECOND MAN: They better watch out. I'm losing my temper. I get violent\n when I lose my temper.", "the two hundred young men from Center City and the thousands from all\n over this hemisphere do not in reality embark on a Journey to Nowhere.\n That is quite meaningless.\"", "past performances, the damage could be estimated, too. Two-hundred\n fifty-seven plate glass windows would be broken, three-hundred twelve\n limbs fractured. Several thousand people would be treated for minor", "\"That is what I said.\"\n\n\n \"We don't force women to volunteer.\" The man scratched some more.", "gobbled up editorial comment at a furious rate, slipped with dark of\n night through back alleys and planned things with furious futility.\n Center City's finest knew when to make themselves scarce: their", "\"No you don't. It's noble to be patriotic, sure. It always was. But\n this is different, Kit. They don't ask for part of your life. Not for", "Motives always troubled Mr. Arkalion, and thus he pursued what might\n have been a dangerous conversation. \"You'll never get a chance to spend\n it on the Nowhere Journey.\"", "\"Oh, really,\" said Sophia. \"This is 1992, not mid-century, Comrade. Did", "\"But nothing. Were your name Jones, really and truly Jones, I might ask\n less.\"\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"You are Jones exactly as much as I am Smith.\"", "And Center City would meet its quota. With a demonstration of\n reluctance, of course. The healthy approved way to get over social\n trauma once every seven-hundred eighty days.\n\"Shut it off, Kit. Kit, please.\"" ], [ "\"Something tells me we'll be seeing a lot of each other,\" Arkalion\n went on. The voice was that of an older man, too, belying the youthful\n complexion, the almost childish features, the soft fuzz of a beard.", "\"But nothing. Were your name Jones, really and truly Jones, I might ask\n less.\"\n\n\n \"Sir?\"\n\n\n \"You are Jones exactly as much as I am Smith.\"", "Kit's fellow-draftee Arkalion, the young man with the strange, old-man\n eyes, seemed to know more than he should. So when Kit twisted the tail", "How incongruous, Temple thought. The eyes look almost middle-aged. The\n rest of him—a boy.", "\"I—what do you mean?\"\n\n\n \"I didn't see you until last evening. Suddenly, you were here.\"\n\n\n \"Did anyone else miss me?\"", "Names circled the drum slowly, live viscous alphabet soup. Meaningless,\n unless you happened to know them.\n\n\n \"Kit, I knew Thomas Mulvany.\"", "for something different. And then one day when stolid Mrs.\n Ivanovna-Rasnikov had said, \"It is a joke, a terrible, terrible joke", "Three-score men sit in the crowded, smoke-filled room. Some drink\n beer, some squat in moody silence, some talk in an animated fashion\n about nothing very urgent. At the one small door, two guards pace back", "\"How did you know?\" the man whose name was not Jones but Arkalion asked\n the man whose name was not Smith but might as well have been.", "SECOND MAN: Look how it doesn't bother him. A failure, he was. I can\n just see it. What does he care if he goes away forever and doesn't come\n back? One bread line is as good as another.", "\"Then I was here,\" Temple said, very seriously.\n\n\n Arkalion smiled. \"By George, of course. Then you were here. Temple,\n we'll get along fine.\"", "\"I'm Kit Temple,\" said Temple, extending his hand. \"Arkalion, a strange\n name. I know it from somewhere.... Say! Aren't you—don't you have\n something to do with carpets or something?\"", "\"Brilliant, Mr. Smith. Alaric is so young—\"\n\n\n \"Aren't they all? Twenty-one to twenty-six. Who was it who once said\n something about the flower of our young manhood?\"", "And then he forgot everything but Stephanie....\n\"I am Alaric Arkalion III,\" said the extremely young-looking man with\n the old, wise eyes.", "R, S....\n\n\n \"T!\" Stephanie shrieked as the names began to float slowly up from the\n bottom of the drum.\n\n\n Tabor, Tebbets, Teddley....", "streets came to them as not the faintest whisper. But the song which\n became briefly, masochistically popular every two years and two months\n had spoiled their feeling of seclusion.", "\"Tell me again, Kit.\"\n\n\n \"What.\"\n\n\n \"You know what.\"", "\"Contrariness has given way to fear,\" Arkalion observed. \"You should\n have seen them the last few days, waiting around the induction center,\n a two-ton chip on each shoulder. Say, where\nwere\nyou?\"", "\"I'll be darned,\" said Temple.\n\n\n \"Why?\"\n\n\n \"Well,\" Temple laughed. \"I never met a billionaire before.\"", "But there, behind that desk, was part of the reason. The Comrade. The\n bright sharp Comrade, with his depth of reasoning, his fountain of" ] ]

[ "What is the relationship like between the professor and his wife?", "What is the relationship between the professor and his student like going into the passage?", "What is the relationship between Jack and Mary Alice Pope?", "Which of the following best summarizes the passage?", "Which of the following is a moral that one could conclude from the passage?", "Does the passage have a happy ending?", "Which of the following traits best describe Jack?", "Which of the following traits best describe Mary Alice Pope?", "Which of the following traits describe Professor Kesserich?", "Which of the following traits best describe Professor Kesserich's wife?" ]

[ [ "They love each other dearly (they're high school sweethearts)", "They love each other very much", "They have a complicated relationship", "They have a strained relationship" ], [ "The student admires the professor's work and is excited for the apprenticeship", "The professor is close friends with the student's parents, so he's seen the student grow up and is excited to be his mentor", "The student is completing the apprenticeship solely out of necessity", "The student is wary of the professor's current research" ], [ "They start as friends and end as lovers", "They start as strangers and end as friends", "They start as strangers and end as family", "They start as lovers and end as rivals" ], [ "A student competes with his professor to woo a girl.", "A student explores an area and tries to take a risky action.", "A student explores an area and tries to report his findings to his professor.", "A student works closely with his professor and meets a girl." ], [ "Comfort is the best use of wealth", "Letting go of loved ones is important", "Money cannot buy success", "Exploration is crucial to formation of identity" ], [ "It left off on an uncertain note", "Certainly not", "It was bittersweet", "Definitely" ], [ "Intuitive and social", "Obedient and studious", "Attractive and charming", "Cautious and charming" ], [ "Beautiful and smart", "Naive and fair", "Stubborn yet kind", "Brave and bold" ], [ "Obsessive and geeky", "Brilliant but impulsive", "Brave and stalwart", "Brilliant but obsessive" ], [ "Frustrated and scared", "Quiet and swift", "Cautious and dedicated", "Careful and brilliant" ] ]

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[ [ "The house was still. A few minutes after the professor's arrival,\n Mrs. Kesserich had gone off with an anxious glance at Jack. He knew\n why and wished he could reassure her that he would not mention their\n conversation to the professor.", "he would occupy a chair at the university for a few months ... and so\n on. Finally the time for their marriage drew near. Martin had been\n away. His research was keeping him very busy—\"", "\"You must understand, Mr. Barr, that Mary Alice Pope was the one love\n of Martin's life. He is a man of very deep and strong feelings, yet as", "very wise. She sensed Hani and Hilda's feelings right away and did\n everything she could to win them over. For instance, though she was\n afraid of horses, she took up horseback riding, because that was Hani", "Without a thought as to why she hadn't asked him a single question—he\n was much too dazed for that—he obeyed. Mrs. Kesserich resumed her\n position on the edge of the sofa.", "She went on, \"Martin's love directed his every move. He was building a\n home for himself and Mary, and in his mind he was building a wonderful", "\"Hello, Barr,\" Martin Kesserich said, ignoring his wife.\n\n\n The great biologist had come home.\nIII", "servant—and with a seething distaste for all men except Martin. They\n showered all their devotion on him. So of course, though Martin didn't", "\"Except for his research, Martin was blind to everything but his love.\n It was a beautiful and yet frightening passion, an insane cherishing as", "A door slammed. There were steps in the hall. Mrs. Kesserich stiffened\n and was silent. Jack turned.", "Approaching closer, he saw that she was trembling and that her breath\n was coming in rapid, irregular gasps. Yet the slim, sweet, patrician", "Yet when she lifted up her little eyes from the shadows, he had the\n uneasy feeling that she knew a great deal about him. The eyes were", "black form, poised awkwardly on the edge of a huge sofa, made Jack\n think of a cow that had strayed into the drawing room. He wondered\n again how a man like Kesserich had come to marry such a creature.", "Then, with the air of a clock-work toy coming to life, the white door\n opened and an elderly woman came out, dressed in a long, lace-edged", "realize it, they were consumed with jealousy when he fell in love with\n Mary Alice Pope. They'd thought that since he'd reached forty without\n marrying, he was safe.", "\"Will you sit down?\" she asked him gravely.\n\n\n The rattan chair sighed under his weight. He made another effort to\n talk. \"I'll bet you'll be glad when summer's over.\"", "The silence lasted so long that he began to think she'd gone into some\n bovine trance. Then, without a word, she got up and went over to a tall", "She whirled around and stared at him as still as if her heart had\n stopped beating. Then she darted behind the table and waited for him", "She started toward the house. He followed. He felt his heart begin to\n pound.", "still those of a domestic animal, but of a wise one that has been\n watching the house a long, long while from the barnyard.\nHe asked abruptly, \"Do you know anything of a girl around here named" ], [ "The house was still. A few minutes after the professor's arrival,\n Mrs. Kesserich had gone off with an anxious glance at Jack. He knew\n why and wished he could reassure her that he would not mention their\n conversation to the professor.", "he would occupy a chair at the university for a few months ... and so\n on. Finally the time for their marriage drew near. Martin had been\n away. His research was keeping him very busy—\"", "servant—and with a seething distaste for all men except Martin. They\n showered all their devotion on him. So of course, though Martin didn't", "Approaching closer, he saw that she was trembling and that her breath\n was coming in rapid, irregular gasps. Yet the slim, sweet, patrician", "The girl eyed him with an uneasy hostility and immediately began to\n speak in a hushed, hurried voice. \"You must go away at once and never", "\"Except for his research, Martin was blind to everything but his love.\n It was a beautiful and yet frightening passion, an insane cherishing as", "\"Will you sit down?\" she asked him gravely.\n\n\n The rattan chair sighed under his weight. He made another effort to\n talk. \"I'll bet you'll be glad when summer's over.\"", "watching a man in a lumpy sweater shake a fist at him. Then he turned\n and gratefully followed the dark, wide, fanlike sterns and age-yellowed\n sails.\nII", "it were a teacher's trick to show up a pupil's inattention, he had\n suddenly posed this question about individuality.", "still those of a domestic animal, but of a wise one that has been\n watching the house a long, long while from the barnyard.\nHe asked abruptly, \"Do you know anything of a girl around here named", "Yet when she lifted up her little eyes from the shadows, he had the\n uneasy feeling that she knew a great deal about him. The eyes were", "\"Probably the greatest living biologist,\" he was proud to inform\n her. \"Human physiology as well. Tremendous geneticist. In a class", "Without a thought as to why she hadn't asked him a single question—he\n was much too dazed for that—he obeyed. Mrs. Kesserich resumed her\n position on the edge of the sofa.", "Jack felt a numbness on his neck. The room seemed to be darkening, the\n girl growing stranger still.\n\n\n \"You must go before they see you.\"", "She whirled around and stared at him as still as if her heart had\n stopped beating. Then she darted behind the table and waited for him", "He chuckled and gulped some lemonade. \"I'm a biology student. Been\n working at Wood's Hole the first part of the summer. But now I'm here", "\"Stop!\" She had sprung up and retreated around her chair, white-faced.\n \"I don't like what you're saying.\"\n\n\n \"But—\"", "The man's lean, melancholy face crinkled into a grin at the banal\n fancy. He turned his back on his new friend, the little green sloop,", "\"I can hear the car. They're coming back. They won't like it that\n you're here.\"\n\n\n \"All right they won't like it.\"", "The silence lasted so long that he began to think she'd gone into some\n bovine trance. Then, without a word, she got up and went over to a tall" ], [ "Mary Alice Pope?\"", "\"You must understand, Mr. Barr, that Mary Alice Pope was the one love\n of Martin's life. He is a man of very deep and strong feelings, yet as", "\"Mary Alice Pope,\" she said, speaking slowly and with an odd wonder, as\n if she were saying it for the first time.\n\n\n \"You're pretty shy, aren't you?\"", "\"That is Mary Alice Pope,\" Mrs. Kesserich said in a strangely flat\n voice. \"She was Martin's fiancee. She was killed in a railway accident\n in 1933.\"", "brought along for the purpose. He was only a few yards from the fence\n when he saw Mary Alice Pope standing behind it.", "realize it, they were consumed with jealousy when he fell in love with\n Mary Alice Pope. They'd thought that since he'd reached forty without\n marrying, he was safe.", "found instead that his thoughts swung instantly to Mary Alice Pope, as\n if to a farthest island in a world of people.", "Jack shivered. When he spoke, his voice was rough and quick. \"A life\n that's completely a lie, that's cut you off from the world. Come with\n me, Mary.\"", "\"Mary Alice came from a pure-bred, or as a biologist would say, inbred\n British stock. She was very young, but very sweet, and up to a point", "The house was still. A few minutes after the professor's arrival,\n Mrs. Kesserich had gone off with an anxious glance at Jack. He knew\n why and wished he could reassure her that he would not mention their\n conversation to the professor.", "\"You're trying to joke,\" Jack told her.\n\n\n \"No, I'm not.\"\n\n\n \"But it's 1953.\"", "and Hilda's favorite pastime. Naturally, Martin knew nothing of her\n fear, and naturally his sisters knew about it from the first. But—and\n here is where Mary's wisdom fell short—her brave gesture did not", "At the white door she paused, looking worriedly down the road. Jack\n thought he could hear the faint\nchug", "\"But why are they doing it to you?\" he demanded, leaning forward. \"Why\n are they inflicting this loneliness on you, Mary?\"", "Jack felt a numbness on his neck. The room seemed to be darkening, the\n girl growing stranger still.\n\n\n \"You must go before they see you.\"", "She went on, \"Martin's love directed his every move. He was building a\n home for himself and Mary, and in his mind he was building a wonderful", "\"But why would they do it to me?\nWhy?\n\"\n\n\n \"Come with me to the mainland, Mary. That'll set you straight quicker\n than anything.\"", "narrow and intense as his sisters hatred.\"\nWith a start, Jack remembered that it was Mrs. Kesserich telling him\n all this.", "Jack realized that he had started and had involuntarily put his arm\n around the girl's shoulders. At the same time he noticed that the voice\n was coming from the curved brown trumpet of an old-fashioned radio\n loudspeaker.", "A door slammed. There were steps in the hall. Mrs. Kesserich stiffened\n and was silent. Jack turned." ], [ "\"Will you sit down?\" she asked him gravely.\n\n\n The rattan chair sighed under his weight. He made another effort to\n talk. \"I'll bet you'll be glad when summer's over.\"", "\"Sometimes there's a poem in the box, sometimes a book, or pictures,\n or flowers, or a ring, but always a note. Next to the notes I like the\n poems best. My favorite is the one by Matthew Arnold that ends,", "very wise. She sensed Hani and Hilda's feelings right away and did\n everything she could to win them over. For instance, though she was\n afraid of horses, she took up horseback riding, because that was Hani", "watching a man in a lumpy sweater shake a fist at him. Then he turned\n and gratefully followed the dark, wide, fanlike sterns and age-yellowed\n sails.\nII", "had changed. He could still feel the same hot sun on his shoulders,\n the same icy glass in his hand, scent the same lemon-acid odor in his\n nostrils. He could still hear the faint", "\"I can hear the car. They're coming back. They won't like it that\n you're here.\"\n\n\n \"All right they won't like it.\"", "Approaching closer, he saw that she was trembling and that her breath\n was coming in rapid, irregular gasps. Yet the slim, sweet, patrician", "and Hilda's favorite pastime. Naturally, Martin knew nothing of her\n fear, and naturally his sisters knew about it from the first. But—and\n here is where Mary's wisdom fell short—her brave gesture did not", "\"But why would they do it to me?\nWhy?\n\"\n\n\n \"Come with me to the mainland, Mary. That'll set you straight quicker\n than anything.\"", "quietness of this place. As if time, elsewhere hurrying frantically,\n paused here to rest. As if all changes were erased on this one bit of\n Earth.", "The narrow cove was quiet as the face of an expectant child, yet so\n near the ruffled Atlantic that the last push of wind carried the\nAnnie", "And yet everything had changed, gone dark and dizzy as a landscape\n glimpsed just before a faint. All the little false notes had come to", "\"You must understand, Mr. Barr, that Mary Alice Pope was the one love\n of Martin's life. He is a man of very deep and strong feelings, yet as", "She whirled around and stared at him as still as if her heart had\n stopped beating. Then she darted behind the table and waited for him", "still those of a domestic animal, but of a wise one that has been\n watching the house a long, long while from the barnyard.\nHe asked abruptly, \"Do you know anything of a girl around here named", "So various, so beautiful, so new,\nHath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,\nNor certitude—'\"", "servant—and with a seething distaste for all men except Martin. They\n showered all their devotion on him. So of course, though Martin didn't", "\"Except for his research, Martin was blind to everything but his love.\n It was a beautiful and yet frightening passion, an insane cherishing as", "The girl eyed him with an uneasy hostility and immediately began to\n speak in a hushed, hurried voice. \"You must go away at once and never", "After the same struggle with the underbrush, he came out on the rocky\n spine and passed the cove of the sea urchins. The spiny creatures\n struck an uncomfortable chord in his memory." ], [ "\"Now it's you who are joking.\"\n\n\n \"But the paper's yellow.\"\n\n\n \"The paper's always yellow.\"", "very wise. She sensed Hani and Hilda's feelings right away and did\n everything she could to win them over. For instance, though she was\n afraid of horses, she took up horseback riding, because that was Hani", "\"I can hear the car. They're coming back. They won't like it that\n you're here.\"\n\n\n \"All right they won't like it.\"", "\"Sometimes there's a poem in the box, sometimes a book, or pictures,\n or flowers, or a ring, but always a note. Next to the notes I like the\n poems best. My favorite is the one by Matthew Arnold that ends,", "\"But why would they do it to me?\nWhy?\n\"\n\n\n \"Come with me to the mainland, Mary. That'll set you straight quicker\n than anything.\"", "\"Listen to me,\" he said. \"You've been the victim of a scheme to make", "watching a man in a lumpy sweater shake a fist at him. Then he turned\n and gratefully followed the dark, wide, fanlike sterns and age-yellowed\n sails.\nII", "'Ah, love, let us be true\nTo one another! for the world, which seems\nTo lie before us like a land of dreams,", "still those of a domestic animal, but of a wise one that has been\n watching the house a long, long while from the barnyard.\nHe asked abruptly, \"Do you know anything of a girl around here named", "had changed. He could still feel the same hot sun on his shoulders,\n the same icy glass in his hand, scent the same lemon-acid odor in his\n nostrils. He could still hear the faint", "and Hilda's favorite pastime. Naturally, Martin knew nothing of her\n fear, and naturally his sisters knew about it from the first. But—and\n here is where Mary's wisdom fell short—her brave gesture did not", "\"Stop!\" She had sprung up and retreated around her chair, white-faced.\n \"I don't like what you're saying.\"\n\n\n \"But—\"", "After the same struggle with the underbrush, he came out on the rocky\n spine and passed the cove of the sea urchins. The spiny creatures\n struck an uncomfortable chord in his memory.", "She whirled around and stared at him as still as if her heart had\n stopped beating. Then she darted behind the table and waited for him", "quietness of this place. As if time, elsewhere hurrying frantically,\n paused here to rest. As if all changes were erased on this one bit of\n Earth.", "\"Will you sit down?\" she asked him gravely.\n\n\n The rattan chair sighed under his weight. He made another effort to\n talk. \"I'll bet you'll be glad when summer's over.\"", "time to make its escape up the trunk, sprang to the ground ahead of\n him. With terrible suddenness, two steel-jawed semicircles clanked", "Yet when she lifted up her little eyes from the shadows, he had the\n uneasy feeling that she knew a great deal about him. The eyes were", "The girl eyed him with an uneasy hostility and immediately began to\n speak in a hushed, hurried voice. \"You must go away at once and never", "without one thought for his nets and specimen bottles, and set out to\n explore. The ground rose steeply at first and the oaks were close, but\n after a little way things went downhill and the leaves thinned and he" ], [ "The man's lean, melancholy face crinkled into a grin at the banal\n fancy. He turned his back on his new friend, the little green sloop,", "She seemed to have gained poise from his loss of it. \"I don't know\n why. I'm to find out soon. But actually I'm not lonely. May I tell", "For a long while, Jack was satisfied to think of nothing but the wind\n and the waves and the sail and speed and danger, to have all his", "very wise. She sensed Hani and Hilda's feelings right away and did\n everything she could to win them over. For instance, though she was\n afraid of horses, she took up horseback riding, because that was Hani", "\"Will you sit down?\" she asked him gravely.\n\n\n The rattan chair sighed under his weight. He made another effort to\n talk. \"I'll bet you'll be glad when summer's over.\"", "Mrs. Kesserich nodded with solemn appreciation in the gathering\n darkness. \"But now he was coming home, his work done. It was early", "watching a man in a lumpy sweater shake a fist at him. Then he turned\n and gratefully followed the dark, wide, fanlike sterns and age-yellowed\n sails.\nII", "\"Sometimes there's a poem in the box, sometimes a book, or pictures,\n or flowers, or a ring, but always a note. Next to the notes I like the\n poems best. My favorite is the one by Matthew Arnold that ends,", "had changed. He could still feel the same hot sun on his shoulders,\n the same icy glass in his hand, scent the same lemon-acid odor in his\n nostrils. He could still hear the faint", "There\n was eagerness in the way it smacked the sail and in the creak of the\n mast. And when he reached the cove, it was no longer still, but nervous", "\"I can hear the car. They're coming back. They won't like it that\n you're here.\"\n\n\n \"All right they won't like it.\"", "rode with them, for she knew how delighted he would be at her cantering\n to the puffing train and his running up to lift her down from the\n saddle to welcome him home.", "She whirled around and stared at him as still as if her heart had\n stopped beating. Then she darted behind the table and waited for him", "The small sound of the cabinet door closing brought Jack back to\n reality. He realized that he no longer had the photograph. Against the\n gloom by the cabinet, Mrs. Kesserich's white face looked at him with\n what seemed a malicious eagerness.", "and Hilda's favorite pastime. Naturally, Martin knew nothing of her\n fear, and naturally his sisters knew about it from the first. But—and\n here is where Mary's wisdom fell short—her brave gesture did not", "Approaching closer, he saw that she was trembling and that her breath\n was coming in rapid, irregular gasps. Yet the slim, sweet, patrician", "cabinet. Feeling on a ledge behind it for a key, she opened a panel,\n opened a cardboard box inside it, took something from the box and\n handed him a photograph. He held it up to the failing light and sucked", "He crossed the rocks at a trot, ran up a short grassy slope, raced\n through a fringe of trees—and came straight up against an eight-foot", "And yet everything had changed, gone dark and dizzy as a landscape\n glimpsed just before a faint. All the little false notes had come to", "Then, with the air of a clock-work toy coming to life, the white door\n opened and an elderly woman came out, dressed in a long, lace-edged" ], [ "For a long while, Jack was satisfied to think of nothing but the wind\n and the waves and the sail and speed and danger, to have all his", "a click and the lights flared up and Jack saw the close-cropped gray\n hair and the lines around the eyes and nostrils, while the sensitive\n mouth grew sardonic. Yet the handsomeness stayed, and somehow the", "\"You know what I mean, of course,\" Kesserich pressed. \"The factors that\n make you you, and me me.\"\n\n\n \"Heredity and environment,\" Jack parroted like a freshman.", "Jack shivered. When he spoke, his voice was rough and quick. \"A life\n that's completely a lie, that's cut you off from the world. Come with\n me, Mary.\"", "Jack felt the hair rising on his neck. \"Even then you wouldn't get\n exactly the same pattern of hereditary traits.\"", "At the white door she paused, looking worriedly down the road. Jack\n thought he could hear the faint\nchug", "Jack jumped slightly. He had let his thoughts wander very far.\n\n\n \"Not especially, sir,\" he mumbled.", "Jack realized that he had started and had involuntarily put his arm\n around the girl's shoulders. At the same time he noticed that the voice\n was coming from the curved brown trumpet of an old-fashioned radio\n loudspeaker.", "Jack plunged down the slope to the rocky spine and ran across it, spray\n from the rising waves spattering him to the waist. Panting now, he", "Jack felt a shiver go through him. \"To get exactly the same pattern of\n hereditary traits. That'd be far beyond us.\"", "very wise. She sensed Hani and Hilda's feelings right away and did\n everything she could to win them over. For instance, though she was\n afraid of horses, she took up horseback riding, because that was Hani", "together just over the squirrel's head. Jack landed with one foot to\n either side of the sprung trap, while the squirrel darted off with a\n squeak.", "Jack Barr was staring down at the spilled lemonade and feeling a kind\n of terror he'd never experienced in his waking life. Nothing around him", "Jack felt a numbness on his neck. The room seemed to be darkening, the\n girl growing stranger still.\n\n\n \"You must go before they see you.\"", "The house was still. A few minutes after the professor's arrival,\n Mrs. Kesserich had gone off with an anxious glance at Jack. He knew\n why and wished he could reassure her that he would not mention their\n conversation to the professor.", "watching a man in a lumpy sweater shake a fist at him. Then he turned\n and gratefully followed the dark, wide, fanlike sterns and age-yellowed\n sails.\nII", "chug\nof a motorboat. She pushed open\n the door and he followed her inside. The small-windowed room was dark\n after the sunlight. Jack got an impression of solid old furniture, a", "There\n was eagerness in the way it smacked the sail and in the creak of the\n mast. And when he reached the cove, it was no longer still, but nervous", "\"Except for his research, Martin was blind to everything but his love.\n It was a beautiful and yet frightening passion, an insane cherishing as", "A door slammed. There were steps in the hall. Mrs. Kesserich stiffened\n and was silent. Jack turned." ], [ "\"Mary Alice Pope,\" she said, speaking slowly and with an odd wonder, as\n if she were saying it for the first time.\n\n\n \"You're pretty shy, aren't you?\"", "Mary Alice Pope?\"", "\"You must understand, Mr. Barr, that Mary Alice Pope was the one love\n of Martin's life. He is a man of very deep and strong feelings, yet as", "\"That is Mary Alice Pope,\" Mrs. Kesserich said in a strangely flat\n voice. \"She was Martin's fiancee. She was killed in a railway accident\n in 1933.\"", "found instead that his thoughts swung instantly to Mary Alice Pope, as\n if to a farthest island in a world of people.", "brought along for the purpose. He was only a few yards from the fence\n when he saw Mary Alice Pope standing behind it.", "\"Mary Alice came from a pure-bred, or as a biologist would say, inbred\n British stock. She was very young, but very sweet, and up to a point", "realize it, they were consumed with jealousy when he fell in love with\n Mary Alice Pope. They'd thought that since he'd reached forty without\n marrying, he was safe.", "very wise. She sensed Hani and Hilda's feelings right away and did\n everything she could to win them over. For instance, though she was\n afraid of horses, she took up horseback riding, because that was Hani", "and Hilda's favorite pastime. Naturally, Martin knew nothing of her\n fear, and naturally his sisters knew about it from the first. But—and\n here is where Mary's wisdom fell short—her brave gesture did not", "She went on, \"Martin's love directed his every move. He was building a\n home for himself and Mary, and in his mind he was building a wonderful", "\"But why would they do it to me?\nWhy?\n\"\n\n\n \"Come with me to the mainland, Mary. That'll set you straight quicker\n than anything.\"", "still those of a domestic animal, but of a wise one that has been\n watching the house a long, long while from the barnyard.\nHe asked abruptly, \"Do you know anything of a girl around here named", "fact, he was the first to kneel down beside Mary—I mean, what had been\n Mary—and was holding her all bloody and shattered in his arms.\"", "Jack shivered. When he spoke, his voice was rough and quick. \"A life\n that's completely a lie, that's cut you off from the world. Come with\n me, Mary.\"", "that, only kept her horse from veering off. Mary never screamed, but as\n her horse reared on the tracks, I saw her face in the headlight's glare.", "\"But why are they doing it to you?\" he demanded, leaning forward. \"Why\n are they inflicting this loneliness on you, Mary?\"", "He tore his mind away from the picture of a woman dressed like Queen\n Mary clambering up a tree. \"Was that your aunt I saw driving off?\"", "Approaching closer, he saw that she was trembling and that her breath\n was coming in rapid, irregular gasps. Yet the slim, sweet, patrician", "She whirled around and stared at him as still as if her heart had\n stopped beating. Then she darted behind the table and waited for him" ], [ "The house was still. A few minutes after the professor's arrival,\n Mrs. Kesserich had gone off with an anxious glance at Jack. He knew\n why and wished he could reassure her that he would not mention their\n conversation to the professor.", "\"You know what I mean, of course,\" Kesserich pressed. \"The factors that\n make you you, and me me.\"\n\n\n \"Heredity and environment,\" Jack parroted like a freshman.", "with Carlson and Jacques Loeb. Martin Kesserich—he lives over there\n at town. I'm staying with him. You ought to have heard of him.\" He", "The exterior of Martin Kesserich's home—a weathered white cube with\n narrow, sharp-paned windows, topped by a cupola—was nothing like its\n lavish interior.", "to do research in marine ecology—that's sort of sea-life patterns—of\n the in-shore islands. Under the direction of Professor Kesserich. You\n know about him, of course?\"", "narrow and intense as his sisters hatred.\"\nWith a start, Jack remembered that it was Mrs. Kesserich telling him\n all this.", "Kesserich had spent perhaps a half hour briefing him on the more\n important papers delivered at the conferences. Then, almost as if", "Without a thought as to why she hadn't asked him a single question—he\n was much too dazed for that—he obeyed. Mrs. Kesserich resumed her\n position on the edge of the sofa.", "A door slammed. There were steps in the hall. Mrs. Kesserich stiffened\n and was silent. Jack turned.", "\"Hello, Barr,\" Martin Kesserich said, ignoring his wife.\n\n\n The great biologist had come home.\nIII", "black form, poised awkwardly on the edge of a huge sofa, made Jack\n think of a cow that had strayed into the drawing room. He wondered\n again how a man like Kesserich had come to marry such a creature.", "Kesserich nodded. \"Suppose—this is just speculation—that we could\n control heredity and environment. Then we could re-create the same\n individual at will.\"", "For a moment it seemed to Jack that the room was dimming and wavering,\n becoming a dark pool in which the only motionless thing was Kesserich's\n sphinx-like face.", "In much the same way, Mrs. Kesserich clashed with the darkly gleaming\n furniture, persian rugs and bronze vases around her. Her shapeless", "Mrs. Kesserich nodded with solemn appreciation in the gathering\n darkness. \"But now he was coming home, his work done. It was early", "The small sound of the cabinet door closing brought Jack back to\n reality. He realized that he no longer had the photograph. Against the\n gloom by the cabinet, Mrs. Kesserich's white face looked at him with\n what seemed a malicious eagerness.", "grinned. \"Matter of fact, I'd never have met you if it hadn't been for\n Mrs. Kesserich.\"", "\"Except for his research, Martin was blind to everything but his love.\n It was a beautiful and yet frightening passion, an insane cherishing as", "very wise. She sensed Hani and Hilda's feelings right away and did\n everything she could to win them over. For instance, though she was\n afraid of horses, she took up horseback riding, because that was Hani", "\"That is Mary Alice Pope,\" Mrs. Kesserich said in a strangely flat\n voice. \"She was Martin's fiancee. She was killed in a railway accident\n in 1933.\"" ], [ "The house was still. A few minutes after the professor's arrival,\n Mrs. Kesserich had gone off with an anxious glance at Jack. He knew\n why and wished he could reassure her that he would not mention their\n conversation to the professor.", "narrow and intense as his sisters hatred.\"\nWith a start, Jack remembered that it was Mrs. Kesserich telling him\n all this.", "In much the same way, Mrs. Kesserich clashed with the darkly gleaming\n furniture, persian rugs and bronze vases around her. Her shapeless", "Without a thought as to why she hadn't asked him a single question—he\n was much too dazed for that—he obeyed. Mrs. Kesserich resumed her\n position on the edge of the sofa.", "A door slammed. There were steps in the hall. Mrs. Kesserich stiffened\n and was silent. Jack turned.", "black form, poised awkwardly on the edge of a huge sofa, made Jack\n think of a cow that had strayed into the drawing room. He wondered\n again how a man like Kesserich had come to marry such a creature.", "The exterior of Martin Kesserich's home—a weathered white cube with\n narrow, sharp-paned windows, topped by a cupola—was nothing like its\n lavish interior.", "The small sound of the cabinet door closing brought Jack back to\n reality. He realized that he no longer had the photograph. Against the\n gloom by the cabinet, Mrs. Kesserich's white face looked at him with\n what seemed a malicious eagerness.", "very wise. She sensed Hani and Hilda's feelings right away and did\n everything she could to win them over. For instance, though she was\n afraid of horses, she took up horseback riding, because that was Hani", "\"That is Mary Alice Pope,\" Mrs. Kesserich said in a strangely flat\n voice. \"She was Martin's fiancee. She was killed in a railway accident\n in 1933.\"", "\"Hello, Barr,\" Martin Kesserich said, ignoring his wife.\n\n\n The great biologist had come home.\nIII", "grinned. \"Matter of fact, I'd never have met you if it hadn't been for\n Mrs. Kesserich.\"", "with Carlson and Jacques Loeb. Martin Kesserich—he lives over there\n at town. I'm staying with him. You ought to have heard of him.\" He", "Mrs. Kesserich nodded with solemn appreciation in the gathering\n darkness. \"But now he was coming home, his work done. It was early", "\"You know what I mean, of course,\" Kesserich pressed. \"The factors that\n make you you, and me me.\"\n\n\n \"Heredity and environment,\" Jack parroted like a freshman.", "to do research in marine ecology—that's sort of sea-life patterns—of\n the in-shore islands. Under the direction of Professor Kesserich. You\n know about him, of course?\"", "Approaching closer, he saw that she was trembling and that her breath\n was coming in rapid, irregular gasps. Yet the slim, sweet, patrician", "When I went out this morning Mrs. Kesserich—she's a drab sort of\n person—said to me, 'Don't try to sail to the farther islands.' So, of", "Then, with the air of a clock-work toy coming to life, the white door\n opened and an elderly woman came out, dressed in a long, lace-edged", "Kesserich nodded. \"Suppose—this is just speculation—that we could\n control heredity and environment. Then we could re-create the same\n individual at will.\"" ] ]

[ "Of the following options, who might enjoy this story the most?", "What is the relationship between Cameron and Docchi?", "How social is Docchi?", "What is Cameron's primary motivation at the outset of the passage?", "Does the story have a happy ending?", "What real-life issues are most closely tied to this passage?", "What's the relationship like between Anti and Docchi?", "Which of the following traits best describe Cameron?", "Which of the following traits best describe Docchi?" ]

[ [ "A college professor who loves researching space travel", "A book worm who loves technical descriptions of space travel", "A college professor who loves researching politics", "A book worm who loves stories of rebellion" ], [ "Cameron has power over Docchi", "Cameron and Docchi are peers", "Docchi is Cameron's teacher", "Docchi has power over Cameron" ], [ "Has a few friends", "Becomes friends with everyone he interacts with", "A loner, but not against socializing", "Incredibly antisocial" ], [ "To ask Docchi's permission to go back to Earth", "To tell Docchi his proposal was denied", "To tell Docchi about his plans for them to go back to Earth", "To ask Docchi whether the Captain had approved the proposal they worked on together" ], [ "The ending of the story did not have a definitive happy/sad connotation", "No", "Yes", "It was a bit happy and a bit sad" ], [ "Ableism", "Racism", "Sexism", "Ageism" ], [ "They're strangers", "They don't like each other", "They're friends", "They're in love" ], [ "Kind and brave", "Calculating and serious", "Cautious and generous", "Humorous and friendly" ], [ "Hopeful and resilient", "Quick-witted and rational", "Funny and quick-witted", "Overlooked and rational" ] ]

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[ [ "admiration that would be certain to follow him. As an actor he'd have a\n niche. But can you imagine, doctor, the dead silence that would occur\n when he walks into a social gathering of normal people?\"", "\"To him, perhaps,\" reflected the medicouncilor. \"It's an ingenious\n idea, doctor, one which does credit to your humanitarianism. But I'm", "sadistic and no one else was interested enough to inform them.\n2\nDocchi sat beside the pool. It would be pleasant if he could forget", "\"Now you're beginning to learn. Wait till you've been here as long as I\n have.\"", "\"I thought so too but now I'm convinced they're no longer harmless. I'd\n like permission to break up the group. Humanely of course.\"\n\n\n \"I always welcome new ideas.\"", "\"I hope I don't have to point out that someone's stirring them up. Find\n out who and keep a close watch. As a doctor you can find pretexts, a", "with people he had nothing in common with. He didn't enjoy depriving\n weak and helpless men and women of what little hope they had. It was\n their lack of strength that made them so difficult to handle.", "in your favor. But you must realize there are many things against you.\"\n He squinted at the desk top. Below the solid surface there was a drawer\n and in the drawer there was—that was what he was trying to see or", "misfortune. No doubt he'd be successful on the program you mention. But\n there's more to life than financial achievement or the rather peculiar", "\"I'm glad you're enthusiastic. But don't lose sight of the main\n objective. Even if she\nis\ntelepathic, and so far as we're concerned\n she's not, would she be better suited to life outside?\"", "\"He didn't like it. He was mad clear through.\"\n\n\n \"That speaks well for his bounce.\"", "Doctor Cameron looked at him directly for the first time. It wasn't\n as bad as he expected. \"I suggest you calm down. Be patient and wait.\n You'll be surprised how often you get what you want.\"", "\"But Docchi can be made into a real star. The death-ray man, say. When\n his face shines men fall dead or paralyzed. He'd have a tremendous\n following of kids.\"", "The medicouncilor smiled. \"An apt camouflage. It keeps them amused.\"", "that she'd respond better if she were returned to normal society. I\n think I know what response they have in mind.\" Thorton smiled in a", "\"Confusion is the best policy,\" agreed the medicouncilor. He unfolded\n the sheet and looked down at it. \"Oh yes, before it's too late I'd", "fatherly fashion. \"No offense, doctor, but it happens so often I'm\n thinking of inserting a note in our briefing program. Something to the\n effect that the new medical director should avoid the beautiful and", "their hearts not on their sleeves but in a blood-pumping chamber, those\n without limbs or organs—or too many. The categories were endless. No\n accidental was like any other.", "Cameron believed it. The statement fit the personality. He needn't be\n concerned about fraternization. \"There are a few things that puzzle", "what they can't escape but would like to. Medicine, I'm sure, is no\n exception.\"" ], [ "\"Cameron suggested waiting.\" Reflectively Docchi added: \"It's true we\n are biocompensators.\"", "Docchi got up awkwardly but he wasn't clumsy once he was on his feet.\n \"I'll get Jordan. I know I'll need arms.\"\n\n\n \"Depends on what you mean,\" said Anti.", "\"Both,\" said Docchi, smiling. \"We're a dangerous weapon.\"\n\n\n She called out as he walked away. \"I'll see you when you leave for far\n Centauri.\"", "\"But Docchi can be made into a real star. The death-ray man, say. When\n his face shines men fall dead or paralyzed. He'd have a tremendous\n following of kids.\"", "\"I glanced at it before I called him in.\" The man was unusual,\n even in a place that specialized in the abnormal. Docchi had been", "\"You'd be surprised how we get what we want,\" said Docchi. He turned\n away, lurching toward the door which opened automatically and closed\n behind him.", "Cameron meddled with buttons. It was impossible to keep the lighting at\n a decent level. Docchi was a nuisance.", "afraid of the public's reception. Have you gone into Docchi's medical\n history?\"", "Docchi sagged and his arms hung limp. \"That's the answer?\"\n\n\n \"It's not as hopeless as you think. Decisions can be changed. It won't\n be the first time.\"", "\"I wish I knew what to do,\" said Docchi. \"It meant so much to us.\"", "Docchi moved closer to the pool. \"Then you think we should go ahead\n with the plan we discussed before we sent in the petition? Good. I'll\n call the others together and tell them what happened. They'll agree\n that we have to do it.\"", "Doctor Cameron looked at him directly for the first time. It wasn't\n as bad as he expected. \"I suggest you calm down. Be patient and wait.\n You'll be surprised how often you get what you want.\"", "sadistic and no one else was interested enough to inform them.\n2\nDocchi sat beside the pool. It would be pleasant if he could forget", "Cameron believed it. The statement fit the personality. He needn't be\n concerned about fraternization. \"There are a few things that puzzle", "\"Oh that,\" said Docchi. \"We can block that source any time we need to.\"\n It was a relief to know that he could trust the accidentals. Unanimity\n was important and some of the reasons weren't obvious.", "Docchi glanced at her worriedly. \"Do you think someone would report it?\n I'm certain everyone feels as I do.\"", "\"Why?\" questioned Docchi. \"We're capable, you know that. How could they\n refuse?\"", "Docchi stood up, his face colorless and bright. But the inner\n illumination was no indication of hope.", "Docchi edged forward, his face alight with anticipation.", "\"Sure,\" said Docchi. \"We'll wait and wait until it's finally changed.\n We've got centuries, haven't we?\" His face was blazing. It had slipped" ], [ "\"I glanced at it before I called him in.\" The man was unusual,\n even in a place that specialized in the abnormal. Docchi had been", "afraid of the public's reception. Have you gone into Docchi's medical\n history?\"", "\"But Docchi can be made into a real star. The death-ray man, say. When\n his face shines men fall dead or paralyzed. He'd have a tremendous\n following of kids.\"", "\"I wish I knew what to do,\" said Docchi. \"It meant so much to us.\"", "Docchi glanced at her worriedly. \"Do you think someone would report it?\n I'm certain everyone feels as I do.\"", "\"You'd be surprised how we get what we want,\" said Docchi. He turned\n away, lurching toward the door which opened automatically and closed\n behind him.", "sadistic and no one else was interested enough to inform them.\n2\nDocchi sat beside the pool. It would be pleasant if he could forget", "Docchi sagged and his arms hung limp. \"That's the answer?\"\n\n\n \"It's not as hopeless as you think. Decisions can be changed. It won't\n be the first time.\"", "Docchi got up awkwardly but he wasn't clumsy once he was on his feet.\n \"I'll get Jordan. I know I'll need arms.\"\n\n\n \"Depends on what you mean,\" said Anti.", "Docchi stood up, his face colorless and bright. But the inner\n illumination was no indication of hope.", "Docchi moved closer to the pool. \"Then you think we should go ahead\n with the plan we discussed before we sent in the petition? Good. I'll\n call the others together and tell them what happened. They'll agree\n that we have to do it.\"", "Docchi edged forward, his face alight with anticipation.", "\"Sure,\" said Docchi. \"We'll wait and wait until it's finally changed.\n We've got centuries, haven't we?\" His face was blazing. It had slipped", "\"Both,\" said Docchi, smiling. \"We're a dangerous weapon.\"\n\n\n She called out as he walked away. \"I'll see you when you leave for far\n Centauri.\"", "\"Oh that,\" said Docchi. \"We can block that source any time we need to.\"\n It was a relief to know that he could trust the accidentals. Unanimity\n was important and some of the reasons weren't obvious.", "\"Lost or distorted,\" grunted Docchi angrily. The grass he'd kicked\n already had begun to wilt. It wasn't hardy in this environment. Few\n things were.", "He shut the drawer. It was a private game, a method to keep from\n becoming involved in Docchi's problems, to avoid emotional entanglement", "\"Why?\" questioned Docchi. \"We're capable, you know that. How could they\n refuse?\"", "\"I've found out. There's a self-elected group of four, Docchi, Nona,\n Anti and Jordan. I believe they're supposed to be the local recreation\n committee.\"", "other's conviction at the moment. There was a long fight ahead of him.\n \"I'll forget about Docchi. But there's another way to break up the\n group.\"" ], [ "Cameron concealed his irritation. He wanted information, not a heart\n to heart confession. Back on Earth he\nhad\nbeen told it was for", "Cameron believed it. The statement fit the personality. He needn't be\n concerned about fraternization. \"There are a few things that puzzle", "the long journey there and return\n. But there were other factors that\n ruled them out. It was never safe to discuss the first reason with them\n because the second would have to be explained. Cameron himself wasn't", "Doctor Cameron looked at him directly for the first time. It wasn't\n as bad as he expected. \"I suggest you calm down. Be patient and wait.\n You'll be surprised how often you get what you want.\"", "record. They had been tried on Nona, and they hadn't worked. It made no\n difference that he, Cameron, thought there were certain flaws in the", "\"He'd have a chance to return to society in a way that would be\n acceptable to him,\" said Cameron defensively. He shouldn't have\n specifically mentioned kids.", "Cameron saw the time too but continued. It ought to be settled. It\n would do no good to bring up Helen Keller; the medicouncilor would", "\"I see,\" said Cameron, though he didn't—not eye to eye. He didn't\n agree with Thorton but there wasn't much he could do to alter the", "Cameron leaned back and looked speculatively at the gravity engineer,\n Vogel. The engineer could give him considerable assistance. There was\n no reason why he shouldn't but anyone who voluntarily had remained", "Cameron tried to recall the incident. \"I think he did, mildly. He said\n something to the effect that I'd be surprised how\nthey\ngot what they\n wanted.\"", "Again Cameron concentrated on the desk, trying to look through it.\n He wrote down the sequence he expected to find, lingering over it to", "\"Is she stupid?\" asked Cameron stubbornly. \"It's my impression that\n she's not.\"", "maintained; nothing else would satisfy him. It was the function of the\n medical director to see that it was. \"We're through,\" said Cameron.", "\"Then why call them? More talk, that's all. Besides I don't see why we\n should warn Cameron what we're up to.\"", "He looked questioningly at Cameron, expecting a reply. \"I'm afraid I\n can't,\" said the doctor.", "Cameron frowned; the man knew what he was doing or he wouldn't be\n here. His position was of only slightly less importance than that of\n the medical director—and where it mattered the Medicouncil wouldn't\n tolerate incompetence. And yet——", "\"They all have spirit. Nothing to use it on,\" said Dr. Cameron. \"I\n confess I didn't look at him often though he was quite presentable,\n even handsome in a startling sort of way.\"", "\"I'll see that they don't cause any trouble,\" said Cameron.", "the next half hour.\" At such distances transmission and reception\n were practically instantaneous. Cameron was assured of uninterrupted\n conversation. \"It's a good thing you called. Have you got the Solar", "\"I was thinking about the nerve dissimilarities,\" began Cameron." ], [ "There was life left in the body; it flickered but never went entirely\n out. His arms were gone and his ribs were crushed into his spinal", "It was a hospital, of course, but even more it was a convalescent\n home—the permanent kind. Healthy and vigorous humanity had reserved", "Docchi sagged and his arms hung limp. \"That's the answer?\"\n\n\n \"It's not as hopeless as you think. Decisions can be changed. It won't\n be the first time.\"", "the same. For the most part disease had been eliminated. Everyone was\n healthy—except those who'd been hurt in accidents and who couldn't be\n resurgeried and regenerated into the beautiful mold characteristic of", "\"I thought so too but now I'm convinced they're no longer harmless. I'd\n like permission to break up the group. Humanely of course.\"\n\n\n \"I always welcome new ideas.\"", "Doctor Cameron looked at him directly for the first time. It wasn't\n as bad as he expected. \"I suggest you calm down. Be patient and wait.\n You'll be surprised how often you get what you want.\"", "The doctor kept his eyes averted. The man was damnably\n disconcerting—had no right to be alive. In the depths of the sea there", "in your favor. But you must realize there are many things against you.\"\n He squinted at the desk top. Below the solid surface there was a drawer\n and in the drawer there was—that was what he was trying to see or", "\"You'd be surprised how we get what we want,\" said Docchi. He turned\n away, lurching toward the door which opened automatically and closed\n behind him.", "\"Better than having none,\" said Vogel with heavy pride. \"Used to happen\n quite often, before I came. You can ask any of the old timers. I fixed\n that though.\"", "maintained; nothing else would satisfy him. It was the function of the\n medical director to see that it was. \"We're through,\" said Cameron.", "\"Sure,\" said Docchi. \"We'll wait and wait until it's finally changed.\n We've got centuries, haven't we?\" His face was blazing. It had slipped", "Docchi moved closer to the pool. \"Then you think we should go ahead\n with the plan we discussed before we sent in the petition? Good. I'll\n call the others together and tell them what happened. They'll agree\n that we have to do it.\"", "long when he should have died. It had preserved him, had in part\n replaced his blood, permeating every tissue. By the time Docchi had\n been found his body had adapted to the cold lighting substance. And the", "And then there was the cold lighting fluid. To begin with it was\n semi-organic which, perhaps, was the reason he had remained alive so", "\"Nothing,\" said the engineer uncomfortably. \"Nothing I can think of. I\n guess the machines just got used to having me around.\"", "\"I know. That's partly what's wrong. They're no longer ill and yet they\n have to stay here. What worries me is that there's never been such open\n discontent as now.\"", "There weren't many humans who were broken beyond repair, but though\n the details varied in every respect, the results were monotonously", "intentions. And not many people outside the Haven itself realized\n wherein it was a failure.", "\"I'm glad you're enthusiastic. But don't lose sight of the main\n objective. Even if she\nis\ntelepathic, and so far as we're concerned\n she's not, would she be better suited to life outside?\"" ], [ "\"I hope I don't have to point out that someone's stirring them up. Find\n out who and keep a close watch. As a doctor you can find pretexts, a", "\"I know. That's partly what's wrong. They're no longer ill and yet they\n have to stay here. What worries me is that there's never been such open\n discontent as now.\"", "Cameron believed it. The statement fit the personality. He needn't be\n concerned about fraternization. \"There are a few things that puzzle", "Too good in that the most horribly injured person, if he were found\n alive, could be kept alive. Not good enough because a certain per cent\n of the injured couldn't be returned to society completely sound and\n whole. The miracles of healing were incomplete.", "in your favor. But you must realize there are many things against you.\"\n He squinted at the desk top. Below the solid surface there was a drawer\n and in the drawer there was—that was what he was trying to see or", "It was a particularly uncontrollable form of self-deception. They were\n the broken people, without a face they could call their own, who wore", "with people he had nothing in common with. He didn't enjoy depriving\n weak and helpless men and women of what little hope they had. It was\n their lack of strength that made them so difficult to handle.", "the long journey there and return\n. But there were other factors that\n ruled them out. It was never safe to discuss the first reason with them\n because the second would have to be explained. Cameron himself wasn't", "What they did want was ridiculous. They had talked about, hoped, and\n finally embodied it in a petition. They had requested rockets to make", "what they can't escape but would like to. Medicine, I'm sure, is no\n exception.\"", "Docchi glanced at her worriedly. \"Do you think someone would report it?\n I'm certain everyone feels as I do.\"", "\"I thought so too but now I'm convinced they're no longer harmless. I'd\n like permission to break up the group. Humanely of course.\"\n\n\n \"I always welcome new ideas.\"", "in his back and now, much later, that was why he tired easily and why\n the prosthetic arms with which he'd been fitted were merely ornamental,\n there was nothing which could move them.", "admiration that would be certain to follow him. As an actor he'd have a\n niche. But can you imagine, doctor, the dead silence that would occur\n when he walks into a social gathering of normal people?\"", "\"He'd have a chance to return to society in a way that would be\n acceptable to him,\" said Cameron defensively. He shouldn't have\n specifically mentioned kids.", "Soon controlled slow rotation would bring near darkness to this side of\n the asteroid. The sun was small at this distance but even so it was a\n tie to the familiar scenes of Earth. Before long it would be lost.", "illusion died hard for them, harder than that which remained of their\n bodies, and those bodies were unbelievably tough. Medicine and surgery\n were partly to blame. Techniques were too good or not good enough,", "\"They always bring in biocompensation,\" muttered Anti restlessly. \"I'm\n getting tired of that excuse. Time passes just as slow.\"\n\n\n \"But what else is there? Shall we draw up another request?\"", "\"Answer it yourself. Remember what the Medicouncil is like. Different\n things are important to them. The main thing is that we don't have to\n follow their example. There's no need to be irrational even though they\n are.\"", "were certain creatures like him and on a warm summer evening there was\n still another parallel, but never any human with such an infirmity.\n \"I'm afraid you know what the answer is. A flat no for the present.\"" ], [ "Docchi got up awkwardly but he wasn't clumsy once he was on his feet.\n \"I'll get Jordan. I know I'll need arms.\"\n\n\n \"Depends on what you mean,\" said Anti.", "\"I glanced at it before I called him in.\" The man was unusual,\n even in a place that specialized in the abnormal. Docchi had been", "\"But Docchi can be made into a real star. The death-ray man, say. When\n his face shines men fall dead or paralyzed. He'd have a tremendous\n following of kids.\"", "\"Anti, they turned us down,\" said Docchi bitterly.\n\n\n \"What did you expect?\" rumbled the creature in the pool. Wavelets of\n acid danced across the surface, stirred by her voice.", "\"Both,\" said Docchi, smiling. \"We're a dangerous weapon.\"\n\n\n She called out as he walked away. \"I'll see you when you leave for far\n Centauri.\"", "\"You'd be surprised how we get what we want,\" said Docchi. He turned\n away, lurching toward the door which opened automatically and closed\n behind him.", "Docchi sagged and his arms hung limp. \"That's the answer?\"\n\n\n \"It's not as hopeless as you think. Decisions can be changed. It won't\n be the first time.\"", "afraid of the public's reception. Have you gone into Docchi's medical\n history?\"", "\"Sure,\" said Docchi. \"We'll wait and wait until it's finally changed.\n We've got centuries, haven't we?\" His face was blazing. It had slipped", "Docchi stood up, his face colorless and bright. But the inner\n illumination was no indication of hope.", "\"Oh that,\" said Docchi. \"We can block that source any time we need to.\"\n It was a relief to know that he could trust the accidentals. Unanimity\n was important and some of the reasons weren't obvious.", "\"I wish I knew what to do,\" said Docchi. \"It meant so much to us.\"", "sadistic and no one else was interested enough to inform them.\n2\nDocchi sat beside the pool. It would be pleasant if he could forget", "\"Lost or distorted,\" grunted Docchi angrily. The grass he'd kicked\n already had begun to wilt. It wasn't hardy in this environment. Few\n things were.", "Docchi moved closer to the pool. \"Then you think we should go ahead\n with the plan we discussed before we sent in the petition? Good. I'll\n call the others together and tell them what happened. They'll agree\n that we have to do it.\"", "Docchi edged forward, his face alight with anticipation.", "Docchi glanced at her worriedly. \"Do you think someone would report it?\n I'm certain everyone feels as I do.\"", "\"Why?\" questioned Docchi. \"We're capable, you know that. How could they\n refuse?\"", "other's conviction at the moment. There was a long fight ahead of him.\n \"I'll forget about Docchi. But there's another way to break up the\n group.\"", "\"I've found out. There's a self-elected group of four, Docchi, Nona,\n Anti and Jordan. I believe they're supposed to be the local recreation\n committee.\"" ], [ "Cameron believed it. The statement fit the personality. He needn't be\n concerned about fraternization. \"There are a few things that puzzle", "\"Is she stupid?\" asked Cameron stubbornly. \"It's my impression that\n she's not.\"", "Doctor Cameron looked at him directly for the first time. It wasn't\n as bad as he expected. \"I suggest you calm down. Be patient and wait.\n You'll be surprised how often you get what you want.\"", "\"They all have spirit. Nothing to use it on,\" said Dr. Cameron. \"I\n confess I didn't look at him often though he was quite presentable,\n even handsome in a startling sort of way.\"", "Cameron concealed his irritation. He wanted information, not a heart\n to heart confession. Back on Earth he\nhad\nbeen told it was for", "record. They had been tried on Nona, and they hadn't worked. It made no\n difference that he, Cameron, thought there were certain flaws in the", "an electrochemical engineer with a degree in cold lighting. On his\n way to a brilliant career, he had been the victim of a particularly\n messy accident. The details hadn't been described but Cameron could", "\"He'd have a chance to return to society in a way that would be\n acceptable to him,\" said Cameron defensively. He shouldn't have\n specifically mentioned kids.", "the long journey there and return\n. But there were other factors that\n ruled them out. It was never safe to discuss the first reason with them\n because the second would have to be explained. Cameron himself wasn't", "Again Cameron concentrated on the desk, trying to look through it.\n He wrote down the sequence he expected to find, lingering over it to", "Cameron leaned back and looked speculatively at the gravity engineer,\n Vogel. The engineer could give him considerable assistance. There was\n no reason why he shouldn't but anyone who voluntarily had remained", "\"I see,\" said Cameron, though he didn't—not eye to eye. He didn't\n agree with Thorton but there wasn't much he could do to alter the", "\"I've been thinking of that,\" admitted Cameron. \"Maybe if there was\n someone else like her she wouldn't need to talk the way we do. Anyway", "Cameron saw the time too but continued. It ought to be settled. It\n would do no good to bring up Helen Keller; the medicouncilor would", "maintained; nothing else would satisfy him. It was the function of the\n medical director to see that it was. \"We're through,\" said Cameron.", "Cameron tried to recall the incident. \"I think he did, mildly. He said\n something to the effect that I'd be surprised how\nthey\ngot what they\n wanted.\"", "The engineer's grin was wider than the remark required.\n\n\n Cameron swiveled the chair around and leaned on the desk. \"All right,\"\n he said tiredly, \"tell me why the idea of sabotage is so funny.\"", "\"I was thinking about the nerve dissimilarities,\" began Cameron.", "Cameron frowned; the man knew what he was doing or he wouldn't be\n here. His position was of only slightly less importance than that of\n the medical director—and where it mattered the Medicouncil wouldn't\n tolerate incompetence. And yet——", "\"Gland opera,\" said Cameron, hurrying on. \"The most popular program\n in the solar system, telepaths, teleports, pyrotics and so forth the\n heroes. Fake of course, makeup and trick camera shots." ], [ "\"I glanced at it before I called him in.\" The man was unusual,\n even in a place that specialized in the abnormal. Docchi had been", "\"But Docchi can be made into a real star. The death-ray man, say. When\n his face shines men fall dead or paralyzed. He'd have a tremendous\n following of kids.\"", "\"You'd be surprised how we get what we want,\" said Docchi. He turned\n away, lurching toward the door which opened automatically and closed\n behind him.", "afraid of the public's reception. Have you gone into Docchi's medical\n history?\"", "Docchi stood up, his face colorless and bright. But the inner\n illumination was no indication of hope.", "Docchi sagged and his arms hung limp. \"That's the answer?\"\n\n\n \"It's not as hopeless as you think. Decisions can be changed. It won't\n be the first time.\"", "Docchi got up awkwardly but he wasn't clumsy once he was on his feet.\n \"I'll get Jordan. I know I'll need arms.\"\n\n\n \"Depends on what you mean,\" said Anti.", "Docchi edged forward, his face alight with anticipation.", "sadistic and no one else was interested enough to inform them.\n2\nDocchi sat beside the pool. It would be pleasant if he could forget", "\"Sure,\" said Docchi. \"We'll wait and wait until it's finally changed.\n We've got centuries, haven't we?\" His face was blazing. It had slipped", "\"I wish I knew what to do,\" said Docchi. \"It meant so much to us.\"", "Docchi moved closer to the pool. \"Then you think we should go ahead\n with the plan we discussed before we sent in the petition? Good. I'll\n call the others together and tell them what happened. They'll agree\n that we have to do it.\"", "\"Both,\" said Docchi, smiling. \"We're a dangerous weapon.\"\n\n\n She called out as he walked away. \"I'll see you when you leave for far\n Centauri.\"", "Docchi glanced at her worriedly. \"Do you think someone would report it?\n I'm certain everyone feels as I do.\"", "\"Lost or distorted,\" grunted Docchi angrily. The grass he'd kicked\n already had begun to wilt. It wasn't hardy in this environment. Few\n things were.", "\"Oh that,\" said Docchi. \"We can block that source any time we need to.\"\n It was a relief to know that he could trust the accidentals. Unanimity\n was important and some of the reasons weren't obvious.", "\"Why?\" questioned Docchi. \"We're capable, you know that. How could they\n refuse?\"", "\"Dispatch. I like that. Get the disagreeable job done with.\" The\n medicouncilor searched through the desk in front of him without\n success. \"Never mind. I'll find the information later. Now. How did\n Docchi react?\"", "other's conviction at the moment. There was a long fight ahead of him.\n \"I'll forget about Docchi. But there's another way to break up the\n group.\"", "long when he should have died. It had preserved him, had in part\n replaced his blood, permeating every tissue. By the time Docchi had\n been found his body had adapted to the cold lighting substance. And the" ] ]

[ "What is this story about?", "Of the following options, who would most enjoy reading this story?", "What traits best describe Jacob Luke?", "What does Jacob Luke do?", "How did the tone change throughout the passage?", "What would've happened if Nathen had different leisurely interests?", "What was the relationship like between Nathen and his assistant?", "What is one moral one could draw from the story?" ]

[ [ "Communicating with faraway aliens", "Encountering an alien army", "Contacting and meeting aliens", "Mankind learning there were already aliens on the planet" ], [ "A teen who likes reading about intergalactic politics", "A college student who likes reading mysteries with a sci-fi theme", "A college student who likes reading about sci-fi space technology explanations", "A teen who likes reading about intergalactic war" ], [ "Apprehensive and socially-adept", "Socially-inept and kind", "Socially-adept and brave", "Socially-inept and funny" ], [ "He's a scientist who works with the Communications Department", "He's a reporter who speaks with Nathen's assistant", "He's a reporter who communicates with Nathen", "He's a scientist who works with Nathen" ], [ "It went from excited to nervous", "It went from calm to frenzied", "It went from chaotic to calm", "It went from humorous to frenzied" ], [ "Nothing would have changed, his hobbies don't impact his career", "Nathen would have stopped the communication from reaching Earth", "He would have had a better family life", "None of the events of the passage would have occurred" ], [ "They were just coworkers, based on what we know from the passage", "They were family, they're first cousins who grew up together", "They were friends, they met in high school and share similar interests", "They were lovers, they fell in love working together" ], [ "Things may not be what they seem", "Go with the flow", "Enjoy life for what good things come from it", "Don't try to force things that shouldn't be forced" ] ]

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[ [ "There was a sharp clap of sound and his hand opened in a frozen\n shape of pain. Beyond him, as his gaze swung up, stood the figure of", "The\nPost\n, who was sitting just in front of him, turned to the\nTimes\nand said, \"Funny how much they look like people.\" He was writing,\n making notes to telephone his report. \"What color hair did that\n character have?\"", "The other was watching a switch, a switch set into a panel, moving\n closer to it, talking casually—background music coming and rising in\n thin chords of tension.", "Mellerdrammer.\n\n\n The second, smaller, with yellowish-green eyes, stepped closer, talking\n more rapidly in a lower voice. The first stood very still, not trying\n to interrupt.", "Since he came in, a machine had been whirring and a voice muttering\n beside him. He called his attention from counting their fingers and", "The\nTimes\ntried to pick up the thread of the plot. Already he was", "He was talking slowly and carefully, remembering that this explanation\n was for the newspapers. \"When a stray beam swings through our section", "They waited.\nAll the people in the room were waiting. There was no more\n conversation. A bald man of the scientist group was automatically", "The interview was very definitely over. The lank-haired, nervous young\n man turned away and seated himself at the radio set while the officer\n swallowed his objections and showed them dourly down the hall to a\n closed door.", "With an effort he pulled his mind from the plot and forced his\n attention to the physical difference. Brown hair in short silky crew", "Hastily, Jacob Luke fitted the earphones over his ears. He fancied he\n could hear Bud's voice tremble. For a moment it was just Bud's voice", "\"Two weeks later, when we caught and slowed a new batch of recordings,\n we found an answer. It was obviously meant for us. It was a flash of", "\"It's dark,\" the thin Intelligence Department decoder translated,\n low-voiced, to the man from the\nTimes\n. \"Your atmosphere is\nthick\n.\n That's precisely what Bud said.\"", "The tableau held, the uniformed one drooping, looking down at his hand\n holding the weapon which had killed, and music began to build in from", "no light at all. You didn't describe it like this. Where are you, Joe?\n This isn't some kind of trick, is it?\" Bud hesitated, was prompted by a", "\"What's wrong?\" he asked.\n\n\n Nathen showed that he was aware and friendly by a slight motion of his\n head.\n\n\n \"\nYou\ntell me.\"", "Instinctively he came to his feet. Nathen abruptly was standing beside\n him. Then the message came in the voice he was coming to think of as\n Bud. It spoke and paused. Suddenly the\nTimes\nknew.", "\"Hunch,\" said the\nTimes\nman. \"Sheer hunch. Everything sailing along\n too smoothly, everyone taking too much for granted.\"\n\n\n Nathen relaxed slightly. \"I'm still listening.\"", "The\nTimes\nsat down on the edge of the platform beside him and took\n out a pack of cigarettes, then remembered the coming TV broadcast\n and the ban on smoking. He put them away, thoughtfully watching the\n diminishing rain spray against the streaming windows.", "Another three minutes. The\nTimes\ncaught himself about to light a\n cigarette and swore silently, blowing the match out and putting the" ], [ "interested in the fate of the hero, and liked him. That was the effect\n of good acting, probably, for part of the art of acting is to win\n affection from the audience, and this actor might be the matinee idol", "The\nPost\n, who was sitting just in front of him, turned to the\nTimes\nand said, \"Funny how much they look like people.\" He was writing,\n making notes to telephone his report. \"What color hair did that\n character have?\"", "chair and was reading, and at the far end of the room eight men were\n grouped in a circle of chairs, arguing something with impassioned\n concentration. The\nTimes", "colors that gave the most plausible images. The guests, when they\n arrived, could turn out to be bright green with blue hair. Only the\n gradations of color in the picture were sure, only the similarities and", "Somebody told a joke and laughed alone.\n\n\n One of the linguists remained turned toward the loudspeaker, then\n looked at the widening patches of blue sky showing out the window, his\n expression puzzled. He had understood.", "From the screen came the sound of the alien language again. This race\n averaged deeper voices than human. He liked deep voices. Could he write\n that?", "\"Sure.\" The young man laughed suddenly, talked rapidly. \"Sure we'll\n see them. Why shouldn't we, with all the government ready with welcome", "relative terms, of course.\" He looked at them with a quick glance and\n then looked away evasively, his lank black hair beginning to cling to\n his forehead with sweat. \"That doesn't necessarily mean anything.\"", "perfect with no earholes visible. The voice of the uniformed one\n answered, a brief word in a preoccupied deep voice. His back was still\n turned. The other glanced at the switch, moving closer to it, talking", "turning on the floodlights. The scientists rose and stood near the\n window, still talking. The reporters trooped in from the hall and went\n to the windows to watch for the great event. The three linguists came", "\"It would take something like that,\" the\nTimes\nagreed. They smiled at\n each other.\n\n\n The\nNews\nasked, \"How did you happen to pick up television instead of\n voices?\"", "buffing his fingernails over and over and inspecting them without\n seeing them, another absently polished his glasses, held them up to\n the light, put them on, and then a moment later took them off and began", "The question missed. Nathen glanced out the window vaguely. \"No, I\n wouldn't say so.\"\n\n\n \"You think they are friendly, then?\" said the\nHerald\n, equally\n positive on the opposite tack.", "With an effort he pulled his mind from the plot and forced his\n attention to the physical difference. Brown hair in short silky crew", "There was a short silence until the linguist nearest the set said, \"I\n guess we've squeezed that one dry. Let's run the tape where Nathen and", "He was talking slowly and carefully, remembering that this explanation\n was for the newspapers. \"When a stray beam swings through our section", "no light at all. You didn't describe it like this. Where are you, Joe?\n This isn't some kind of trick, is it?\" Bud hesitated, was prompted by a", "The listening officer frowned and cleared his throat, and the thin\n young man turned to him quickly. \"No security reason why they should", "questions, but reserving them. Joseph R. Nathen, the thin young man\n with the straight black hair and the tired lines on his face, was being\n treated with respect by his interviewers. He was obviously on edge, and", "\"Likewise.\" The\nTimes\nsmiled. \"Look, have you gone into this" ], [ "Country-bred guy, thought the\nTimes\n. \"Jacob Luke,\nTimes\n,\" he said,\n extending his hand.", "Hastily, Jacob Luke fitted the earphones over his ears. He fancied he\n could hear Bud's voice tremble. For a moment it was just Bud's voice", "It was not sarcasm. Jacob Luke of the\nTimes\nlooked sidewise at the\n strained whiteness of his face, and moderated his tone. \"Can't you\n contact them?\"", "Nathen moved, seating himself at the transmitter, switching it on to\n warm up, checking and balancing dials. Jacob Luke of the\nTimes", "relative terms, of course.\" He looked at them with a quick glance and\n then looked away evasively, his lank black hair beginning to cling to\n his forehead with sweat. \"That doesn't necessarily mean anything.\"", "The\nPost\n, who was sitting just in front of him, turned to the\nTimes\nand said, \"Funny how much they look like people.\" He was writing,\n making notes to telephone his report. \"What color hair did that\n character have?\"", "There was a sharp clap of sound and his hand opened in a frozen\n shape of pain. Beyond him, as his gaze swung up, stood the figure of", "With an effort he pulled his mind from the plot and forced his\n attention to the physical difference. Brown hair in short silky crew", "buffing his fingernails over and over and inspecting them without\n seeing them, another absently polished his glasses, held them up to\n the light, put them on, and then a moment later took them off and began", "turned his back, busying himself at some task involving a map lit with\n glowing red points, his motions sharing the same fluid dragging grace\n of the others, as if they were underwater, or on a slow motion film.", "\"Why worry?\" Nathen cut in. \"I don't see any reason to try to figure it\n out now.\" He laughed and shoved back his black hair nervously. \"We'll\n see them in twenty minutes.\"", "other end of the room. Nathen pushed at his lank black hair again, as\n if it were trying to fall forward in front of his eyes and keep him\n from seeing.", "\"What's wrong?\" he asked.\n\n\n Nathen showed that he was aware and friendly by a slight motion of his\n head.\n\n\n \"\nYou\ntell me.\"", "casually, the switch coming closer and closer stereoscopically. It was\n in reach, filling the screen. His hand came into view, darting out,\n closed over the switch—", "questions, but reserving them. Joseph R. Nathen, the thin young man\n with the straight black hair and the tired lines on his face, was being\n treated with respect by his interviewers. He was obviously on edge, and", "Times\nmoved\n softly to stand behind his right shoulder, hoping he could be useful.\n Nathen made a half motion of his head, as if to glance back at him,", "cuts, varied eye colors, the colors showing clearly because their\n irises were very large, their round eyes set very widely apart in\n tapering light-brown faces. Their necks and shoulders were thick in a", "way that would indicate unusual strength for a human, but their wrists\n were narrow and their fingers long and thin and delicate.", "no light at all. You didn't describe it like this. Where are you, Joe?\n This isn't some kind of trick, is it?\" Bud hesitated, was prompted by a", "He ignored the language, but after a time the difference in motion\n began to arouse his interest. Something in the way they walked...." ], [ "Country-bred guy, thought the\nTimes\n. \"Jacob Luke,\nTimes\n,\" he said,\n extending his hand.", "It was not sarcasm. Jacob Luke of the\nTimes\nlooked sidewise at the\n strained whiteness of his face, and moderated his tone. \"Can't you\n contact them?\"", "Hastily, Jacob Luke fitted the earphones over his ears. He fancied he\n could hear Bud's voice tremble. For a moment it was just Bud's voice", "Nathen moved, seating himself at the transmitter, switching it on to\n warm up, checking and balancing dials. Jacob Luke of the\nTimes", "There was a sharp clap of sound and his hand opened in a frozen\n shape of pain. Beyond him, as his gaze swung up, stood the figure of", "turned his back, busying himself at some task involving a map lit with\n glowing red points, his motions sharing the same fluid dragging grace\n of the others, as if they were underwater, or on a slow motion film.", "relative terms, of course.\" He looked at them with a quick glance and\n then looked away evasively, his lank black hair beginning to cling to\n his forehead with sweat. \"That doesn't necessarily mean anything.\"", "Since he came in, a machine had been whirring and a voice muttering\n beside him. He called his attention from counting their fingers and", "buffing his fingernails over and over and inspecting them without\n seeing them, another absently polished his glasses, held them up to\n the light, put them on, and then a moment later took them off and began", "\"What's wrong?\" he asked.\n\n\n Nathen showed that he was aware and friendly by a slight motion of his\n head.\n\n\n \"\nYou\ntell me.\"", "\"Why worry?\" Nathen cut in. \"I don't see any reason to try to figure it\n out now.\" He laughed and shoved back his black hair nervously. \"We'll\n see them in twenty minutes.\"", "other end of the room. Nathen pushed at his lank black hair again, as\n if it were trying to fall forward in front of his eyes and keep him\n from seeing.", "The interview was very definitely over. The lank-haired, nervous young\n man turned away and seated himself at the radio set while the officer\n swallowed his objections and showed them dourly down the hall to a\n closed door.", "The other was watching a switch, a switch set into a panel, moving\n closer to it, talking casually—background music coming and rising in\n thin chords of tension.", "Times\nmoved\n softly to stand behind his right shoulder, hoping he could be useful.\n Nathen made a half motion of his head, as if to glance back at him,", "Controlled tension, betraying itself by a jerk of the hands, a\n too-quick answer to a question. The uniformed one, not suspicious,", "casually, the switch coming closer and closer stereoscopically. It was\n in reach, filling the screen. His hand came into view, darting out,\n closed over the switch—", "The tableau held, the uniformed one drooping, looking down at his hand\n holding the weapon which had killed, and music began to build in from", "The\nPost\n, who was sitting just in front of him, turned to the\nTimes\nand said, \"Funny how much they look like people.\" He was writing,\n making notes to telephone his report. \"What color hair did that\n character have?\"", "perfect with no earholes visible. The voice of the uniformed one\n answered, a brief word in a preoccupied deep voice. His back was still\n turned. The other glanced at the switch, moving closer to it, talking" ], [ "The other was watching a switch, a switch set into a panel, moving\n closer to it, talking casually—background music coming and rising in\n thin chords of tension.", "Nathen's voice was suddenly toneless and strained. \"He said something\n like break out the drinks, here they come.\"", "relative terms, of course.\" He looked at them with a quick glance and\n then looked away evasively, his lank black hair beginning to cling to\n his forehead with sweat. \"That doesn't necessarily mean anything.\"", "A ripple of heightened excitement ran through the room. Cameramen began\n adjusting the lens angles again, turning on the mike and checking it,", "Hastily, Jacob Luke fitted the earphones over his ears. He fancied he\n could hear Bud's voice tremble. For a moment it was just Bud's voice", "Since he came in, a machine had been whirring and a voice muttering\n beside him. He called his attention from counting their fingers and", "Mellerdrammer.\n\n\n The second, smaller, with yellowish-green eyes, stepped closer, talking\n more rapidly in a lower voice. The first stood very still, not trying\n to interrupt.", "The tableau held, the uniformed one drooping, looking down at his hand\n holding the weapon which had killed, and music began to build in from", "They talked a flowing language with many short vowels and shifts of\n pitch, and they gestured in the heat of talk, their hands moving with\n an odd lagging difference of motion, not slow, but somehow drifting.", "There was a sharp clap of sound and his hand opened in a frozen\n shape of pain. Beyond him, as his gaze swung up, stood the figure of", "deeper official voice and jerked out the words.", "opened his mouth in the comical O shape which the\nTimes\nwas beginning\n to recognize as their equivalent of a smile, then went back to trying", "Abruptly the green light shone on the set again, indicating that a\n squawk message had been received. The recorder recorded it, slowed it\n and fed it back to the speaker. It clicked and the sound was very loud\n in the still, tense room.", "He paused and smiled uncertainly, aware that the next thing he would\n say was the thing that would make him famous—an idea that had come to", "casually, the switch coming closer and closer stereoscopically. It was\n in reach, filling the screen. His hand came into view, darting out,\n closed over the switch—", "The loudspeaker on the set broke into a voice speaking in the alien's\n language. The Senator started and looked nervously at it, straightening\n his tie. The voice stopped.", "He ignored the language, but after a time the difference in motion\n began to arouse his interest. Something in the way they walked....", "They waited.\nAll the people in the room were waiting. There was no more\n conversation. A bald man of the scientist group was automatically", "Somebody told a joke and laughed alone.\n\n\n One of the linguists remained turned toward the loudspeaker, then\n looked at the widening patches of blue sky showing out the window, his\n expression puzzled. He had understood.", "After an interminable age the\nTimes\nconsulted his watch. Three\n minutes had passed. He tried holding his breath a moment, listening for\n a distant approaching thunder of jets. There was no sound." ], [ "It might be safer to assume that Nathen had simply preferred deep\n voices.", "\"Why worry?\" Nathen cut in. \"I don't see any reason to try to figure it\n out now.\" He laughed and shoved back his black hair nervously. \"We'll\n see them in twenty minutes.\"", "\"What's wrong?\" he asked.\n\n\n Nathen showed that he was aware and friendly by a slight motion of his\n head.\n\n\n \"\nYou\ntell me.\"", "questions, but reserving them. Joseph R. Nathen, the thin young man\n with the straight black hair and the tired lines on his face, was being\n treated with respect by his interviewers. He was obviously on edge, and", "Between the pauses in Nathen's voice, the\nTimes\nfound himself\n unconsciously listening for the sound of roaring, swiftly approaching\n rocket jets.", "As he sat there, doubting, an uneasiness he had seen in Nathen came\n back to add to his own uncertainty, and he remembered just how close\n that uneasiness had come to something that looked like restrained fear.", "The question missed. Nathen glanced out the window vaguely. \"No, I\n wouldn't say so.\"\n\n\n \"You think they are friendly, then?\" said the\nHerald\n, equally\n positive on the opposite tack.", "\"Landing where?\" the\nTimes\nasked Nathen brutally. \"Why don't you do\n something?\"\n\n\n \"Tell me what to do and I'll do it,\" Nathen said quietly, not moving.", "Nathen moved, seating himself at the transmitter, switching it on to\n warm up, checking and balancing dials. Jacob Luke of the\nTimes", "\"We just wait.\" Nathen leaned his elbow on one knee and his chin in his\n hand.", "other end of the room. Nathen pushed at his lank black hair again, as\n if it were trying to fall forward in front of his eyes and keep him\n from seeing.", "Times\nmoved\n softly to stand behind his right shoulder, hoping he could be useful.\n Nathen made a half motion of his head, as if to glance back at him,", "There was a short silence until the linguist nearest the set said, \"I\n guess we've squeezed that one dry. Let's run the tape where Nathen and", "\"I didn't notice.\" He wondered if he should remind the reporter that\n Nathen had said he assigned the color bands on guess, choosing the", "\"Not by accident,\" Nathen explained patiently. \"I'd recognized a\n scanning pattern, and I wanted pictures. Pictures are understandable in\n any language.\"", "A fleeting smile touched Nathen's lips. \"Those I know are.\"", "No, there was something wrong with that, too. How had Nathen\n established the right sound-track pitch? Was it a matter of taking the", "Instinctively he came to his feet. Nathen abruptly was standing beside\n him. Then the message came in the voice he was coming to think of as\n Bud. It spoke and paused. Suddenly the\nTimes\nknew.", "Nathen's voice was suddenly toneless and strained. \"He said something\n like break out the drinks, here they come.\"", "\"Hunch,\" said the\nTimes\nman. \"Sheer hunch. Everything sailing along\n too smoothly, everyone taking too much for granted.\"\n\n\n Nathen relaxed slightly. \"I'm still listening.\"" ], [ "\"What's wrong?\" he asked.\n\n\n Nathen showed that he was aware and friendly by a slight motion of his\n head.\n\n\n \"\nYou\ntell me.\"", "Times\nmoved\n softly to stand behind his right shoulder, hoping he could be useful.\n Nathen made a half motion of his head, as if to glance back at him,", "As he sat there, doubting, an uneasiness he had seen in Nathen came\n back to add to his own uncertainty, and he remembered just how close\n that uneasiness had come to something that looked like restrained fear.", "questions, but reserving them. Joseph R. Nathen, the thin young man\n with the straight black hair and the tired lines on his face, was being\n treated with respect by his interviewers. He was obviously on edge, and", "Instinctively he came to his feet. Nathen abruptly was standing beside\n him. Then the message came in the voice he was coming to think of as\n Bud. It spoke and paused. Suddenly the\nTimes\nknew.", "\"Why worry?\" Nathen cut in. \"I don't see any reason to try to figure it\n out now.\" He laughed and shoved back his black hair nervously. \"We'll\n see them in twenty minutes.\"", "There was a short silence until the linguist nearest the set said, \"I\n guess we've squeezed that one dry. Let's run the tape where Nathen and", "The question missed. Nathen glanced out the window vaguely. \"No, I\n wouldn't say so.\"\n\n\n \"You think they are friendly, then?\" said the\nHerald\n, equally\n positive on the opposite tack.", "Nathen moved, seating himself at the transmitter, switching it on to\n warm up, checking and balancing dials. Jacob Luke of the\nTimes", "A fleeting smile touched Nathen's lips. \"Those I know are.\"", "other end of the room. Nathen pushed at his lank black hair again, as\n if it were trying to fall forward in front of his eyes and keep him\n from seeing.", "Between the pauses in Nathen's voice, the\nTimes\nfound himself\n unconsciously listening for the sound of roaring, swiftly approaching\n rocket jets.", "It might be safer to assume that Nathen had simply preferred deep\n voices.", "\"We've landed.\" Nathen whispered the words.", "Nathen's voice was suddenly toneless and strained. \"He said something\n like break out the drinks, here they come.\"", "\"Not by accident,\" Nathen explained patiently. \"I'd recognized a\n scanning pattern, and I wanted pictures. Pictures are understandable in\n any language.\"", "\"Landing where?\" the\nTimes\nasked Nathen brutally. \"Why don't you do\n something?\"\n\n\n \"Tell me what to do and I'll do it,\" Nathen said quietly, not moving.", "Nathen gave the hand a quick, hard grip, identifying the name. \"Sunday\n Science Section editor. I read it. Surprised to meet you here.\"", "Nathen answered after a hesitation. \"Static. Radio static. The Army\n told you my job, didn't they?\"", "Nathen turned and looked at the loudspeaker. His worry seemed to be\n gone.\n\n\n \"What is it?\" the\nTimes\nasked anxiously." ], [ "relative terms, of course.\" He looked at them with a quick glance and\n then looked away evasively, his lank black hair beginning to cling to\n his forehead with sweat. \"That doesn't necessarily mean anything.\"", "There was a sharp clap of sound and his hand opened in a frozen\n shape of pain. Beyond him, as his gaze swung up, stood the figure of", "The\nPost\n, who was sitting just in front of him, turned to the\nTimes\nand said, \"Funny how much they look like people.\" He was writing,\n making notes to telephone his report. \"What color hair did that\n character have?\"", "Pictures Don't Lie\nBy KATHERINE MacLEAN\n\n\n Illustrated by MARTIN SCHNEIDER\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "The tableau held, the uniformed one drooping, looking down at his hand\n holding the weapon which had killed, and music began to build in from", "There was a short silence until the linguist nearest the set said, \"I\n guess we've squeezed that one dry. Let's run the tape where Nathen and", "\"What's wrong?\" he asked.\n\n\n Nathen showed that he was aware and friendly by a slight motion of his\n head.\n\n\n \"\nYou\ntell me.\"", "\"Hunch,\" said the\nTimes\nman. \"Sheer hunch. Everything sailing along\n too smoothly, everyone taking too much for granted.\"\n\n\n Nathen relaxed slightly. \"I'm still listening.\"", "interested in the fate of the hero, and liked him. That was the effect\n of good acting, probably, for part of the art of acting is to win\n affection from the audience, and this actor might be the matinee idol", "\"Two weeks later, when we caught and slowed a new batch of recordings,\n we found an answer. It was obviously meant for us. It was a flash of", "Somebody told a joke and laughed alone.\n\n\n One of the linguists remained turned toward the loudspeaker, then\n looked at the widening patches of blue sky showing out the window, his\n expression puzzled. He had understood.", "Another three minutes. The\nTimes\ncaught himself about to light a\n cigarette and swore silently, blowing the match out and putting the", "rationally, with formulas?\" He found a pencil in his pocket.\n \"Obviously there's something wrong with our judgment of their", "Hurriedly he tried to explain it away and make it seem obvious. \"You\n see, there's an old intelligence trick, speeding up a message on a", "\"Not while they're landing.\"\n\n\n \"What now?\" The\nTimes\ntook out a pack of cigarettes, remembered the\n rule against smoking, and put it back.", "Mellerdrammer.\n\n\n The second, smaller, with yellowish-green eyes, stepped closer, talking\n more rapidly in a lower voice. The first stood very still, not trying\n to interrupt.", "With an effort he pulled his mind from the plot and forced his\n attention to the physical difference. Brown hair in short silky crew", "The\nTimes\nsat down on the edge of the platform beside him and took\n out a pack of cigarettes, then remembered the coming TV broadcast\n and the ban on smoking. He put them away, thoughtfully watching the\n diminishing rain spray against the streaming windows.", "\"It's dark,\" the thin Intelligence Department decoder translated,\n low-voiced, to the man from the\nTimes\n. \"Your atmosphere is\nthick\n.\n That's precisely what Bud said.\"", "They waited.\nAll the people in the room were waiting. There was no more\n conversation. A bald man of the scientist group was automatically" ] ]

[ "What is the relationship like between the protagonists?", "What element of the passage makes it seems like the work is ahead of its time?", "What is something that Rosalind and Ivan have in common?", "Which of the following is NOT a scientific concept discussed in the story?", "Of the following options, who might enjoy reading this story the most?", "How widespread are those with the ESP abilities?", "What is the structure of this story?", "What is the deal with Kometevsky, as described in the context of the story?", "Which of the following options best describes the tone of the story?", "In your opinion, do you think the average person would rather live in present-day Earth or in this universe?" ]

[ [ "They are friends", "They are coworkers", "They are peers at a school", "They are married" ], [ "Some characters are in a relationship with multiple people", "Some characters are gay", "Many of the characters are nonbinary", "Some characters are lesbians" ], [ "Both of them are not happy in their relationships", "Both of them discovered a new scientific principle together", "Both of them were separated from the group in the same way", "Both of them were killed in the same way" ], [ "Bases on planets other than Earth", "Supernatural observation and intuition abilities", "Planetary orbits", "Comet-to-comet data collection" ], [ "A college student who loves reading about long-distance romance in the sci-fi genre", "A teen who loves reading about love triangles and is a fan of sci-fi", "A child who loves reading about space travel", "A teen who loves reading about intergalactic politics" ], [ "No one in the story's universe actually has them", "A decent amount of people in the story's universe have them", "Most people in the story's universe have them", "Only two people in the story's universe have them" ], [ "It's description heavy, to describe all the space travel the characters experience", "It's dialogue heavy, as the characters are working to sabotage a few folks and they need to communicate before doing so", "It's description heavy, to describe the environment the characters live in", "It's dialogue heavy, as the characters spend a lot of time discussing the information they have to work with" ], [ "He's a huge celebrity", "He's a huge political figure", "He's a huge religious figure", "He's a huge scientific figure" ], [ "Humorous", "Poetic", "Calm", "Intense" ], [ "This universe, because the technology is far better", "Present-day Earth, because Earth faces less dire types of uncertainty", "Present-day Earth, because Earth had better scientific understanding", "This universe, because people are far more accepting" ] ]

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[ [ "Were they really a family? Strong sources of mutual strength and\n security to each other? Or had they merely been playing family,", "In short, her family. She knew their every quirk and foible. And yet\n now they seemed to her a million miles away, figures seen through the\n wrong end of a telescope.", "After several hesitant seconds, Rosalind quietly followed him. Frieda\n stretched out on a couch and closed her eyes. Edmund scanned microfilms\n tirelessly, every now and then setting one aside.", "A lady of uneasy virtue in a dissolving world.\nBut then she straightened her shoulders and went on.\nRosalind didn't catch up with Theodor. Her footsteps were silent and", "Like a gallant, gallant ship.\"\nWhile the TV voice intoned the poem, growing richer as emotion caught\n it up, Celeste looked around her at the others. Frieda, with her", ", she thought bitterly.\nFrieda's her mother, Rosalind\n her nurse. I'm nothing at all. Just one of the husband's girl friends.", "\"You angry with me about something?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not. But a woman wants her source of security whole. In a\n crisis like this, it's disturbing to have it divided.\"", "Celeste Wolver looked up unwillingly at the book her friend Madge\n Carnap held aloft like a torch. She made out the ill-stamped title,", "Celeste started at the word. Her throat closed. Then, very slowly, her\n face broke into a radiant smile. \"Of course I do, darling. I love you\n very much.\"", "touch of feminine helplessness showing more than ever through her\n business-like poise. Theodor leaning forward from his scarlet cloak\n thrown back, smiling the half-smile with which he seemed to face even", "\"How far have they got with that?\" Frieda asked idly. \"Twenty-five\n miles?\"\n\n\n \"Nearer thirty, I believe,\" Edmund answered, \"and still going down.\"", "millions of years pass by. They seem to us no more than drugged hours\n in a prison.\nTheodor rubbed his eyes and pushed his chair back from the table. \"We\n need a break.\"", "\"In me,\" Theodor said promptly.\n\n\n \"In you?\" Celeste questioned, walking slowly. \"But you're just\n one-third of my husband. Perhaps I should look for it in Edmund or\n Ivan.\"", "A little smile flickered across the lips of the sleeping girl, and\n the woman in gold tights and gold-spangled jacket leaned forward\n thoughtfully. In her dignity and simplicity and straight-spined grace,", "\"And see what's written on it,\" she added.\n\n\n They turned it over. Scrawled with white pencil in big, hasty, frantic\n letters were two words:", "\"Don't be silly. I just wanted to give you a picture of my feeling.\"\n Celeste smiled. \"I guess none of us realized how much we've come to", "Theodor and Frieda got out their briefcases, switched on projectors,\n and began silently checking through their material.", "around at him. He looked more frightfully strained, they realized, than\n even they felt. His expression was a study in suppressed excitement,\n but there were also signs of a knowledge that was almost too", "experimenting with their notions of complex marriage like a bunch of\n silly adolescents? Butterflies taking advantage of good weather to\n wing together in a glamorous, artificial dance—until outraged Nature", "She jerked off a glove, leaned out as\n far as she could, and made a frantic effort to drive its fingers into\n the powdery path. Then the Earth mounted to her chin, her nose, and" ], [ "forth. Meanwhile, however, we can take courage from the words of a poem\n written even before Dr. Kometevsky's book:", "millions of years pass by. They seem to us no more than drugged hours\n in a prison.\nTheodor rubbed his eyes and pushed his chair back from the table. \"We\n need a break.\"", "ground. Do you feel how the dirt seems to be\nin\nthe leather, as if\n it had lain for years in the grave?\"", "Like a gallant, gallant ship.\"\nWhile the TV voice intoned the poem, growing richer as emotion caught\n it up, Celeste looked around her at the others. Frieda, with her", "touch of feminine helplessness showing more than ever through her\n business-like poise. Theodor leaning forward from his scarlet cloak\n thrown back, smiling the half-smile with which he seemed to face even", "around at him. He looked more frightfully strained, they realized, than\n even they felt. His expression was a study in suppressed excitement,\n but there were also signs of a knowledge that was almost too", "Just then the TV voice quickened with shock. \"News! Lunar Observatory\n One reports that, although Jupiter is just about to pass behind the", "She jerked off a glove, leaned out as\n far as she could, and made a frantic effort to drive its fingers into\n the powdery path. Then the Earth mounted to her chin, her nose, and", "corrosives. They have extended a side-tunnel at that level for a\n quarter of a mile. Delicate measurements, made possible by the\n mirror-smooth metal surface, show that the durasphere has a slight", "The Dance of the Planets\n. There was no mistaking the time of\n its origin; only paper from the Twentieth Century aged to that\n particularly nasty shade of brown. Indeed, the book seemed to Celeste", "are roughly four of those items, as I see it. It's rather like a\n mystery story. I wonder if, hearing those four clues, you will come to\n the same conclusion I have.\"", "\"Hello,\" she said sleepily. \"I've been having such funny dreams.\" Then,\n after a pause, frowning, \"I really am a god, you know. It feels very\n queer.\"", "A little smile flickered across the lips of the sleeping girl, and\n the woman in gold tights and gold-spangled jacket leaned forward\n thoughtfully. In her dignity and simplicity and straight-spined grace,", "true. It had a gritty, unwholesome feel to it. Also, it felt strangely\n heavy.", "His voice was clipped, rapid. \"I think it's about time we stopped\n worrying about our own affairs and thought of those of the Solar", "experimenting with their notions of complex marriage like a bunch of\n silly adolescents? Butterflies taking advantage of good weather to\n wing together in a glamorous, artificial dance—until outraged Nature", "connected with the disappearance. We Wolvers practically constitute\n a sub-committee of the Congress for the Discovery of New Purposes.\n And since a lot of varied material comes to our attention, we're", "Dean Swift predicted that better telescopes would show Mars to have two\n moons? He got the sizes and distances and periods damned accurately,\n too. One of the few really startling coincidences of reality and", "A tiny detail persisted in bulking larger and larger in her mind—the\n unnaturalness of the way the Earth had impregnated the corner of Ivan's", "proud to say. We'll probably go into action soon. Be a corking fight,\n what? And all by divine strategy!\"" ], [ "\"Thirdly, the disappearances of Ivan and Rosalind, and especially\n the baffling hint—from Ivan's message in one case and Rosalind's", "System, partly because I think they have a direct bearing on the\n disappearances of Ivan end Rosalind. As I told you, I've been sorting\n out the crucial items from the material we've been presenting. There", "The chorus of remarks with which the Wolvers would otherwise have\n received this was checked by one thing: the fact that Rosalind seemed\n not to hear it. Whatever was on her mind prevented even that incredible\n statement from penetrating.", "By now the others were fingering the small case of microfilms they had\n seen so many times in Ivan's competent hands. What Rosalind said was", "After several hesitant seconds, Rosalind quietly followed him. Frieda\n stretched out on a couch and closed her eyes. Edmund scanned microfilms\n tirelessly, every now and then setting one aside.", ", she thought bitterly.\nFrieda's her mother, Rosalind\n her nurse. I'm nothing at all. Just one of the husband's girl friends.", "Celeste looked up at him. \"So that's why Rosalind's bringing Frieda's\n daughter?\"\n\n\n \"Dotty is your daughter, too, and Rosalind's,\" Theodor reminded her.", "A lady of uneasy virtue in a dissolving world.\nBut then she straightened her shoulders and went on.\nRosalind didn't catch up with Theodor. Her footsteps were silent and", "At those last two words they all looked up quickly. Then their eyes\n went toward Ivan's briefcase.\nOur trick has succeeded", "As the poem was ending, Celeste saw the door open and Rosalind come\n slowly in. The Golden Woman's face was white as the paths she had been\n treading.", "evening—which may very well be connected with Ivan's disappearance.\"", "When she reached the point where she had found Ivan's briefcase, she\n stopped altogether.", "\"In me,\" Theodor said promptly.\n\n\n \"In you?\" Celeste questioned, walking slowly. \"But you're just\n one-third of my husband. Perhaps I should look for it in Edmund or\n Ivan.\"", "Without looking at them, she said, \"Ivan left the Deep Space Bar\n twenty minutes ago, said he was coming straight here. On my way back", "A tiny detail persisted in bulking larger and larger in her mind—the\n unnaturalness of the way the Earth had impregnated the corner of Ivan's", "touch of feminine helplessness showing more than ever through her\n business-like poise. Theodor leaning forward from his scarlet cloak\n thrown back, smiling the half-smile with which he seemed to face even", "\"I'll take over Ivan's notes,\" she heard Edmund say. \"They're mainly\n about the Deep Shaft.\"", "Like a gallant, gallant ship.\"\nWhile the TV voice intoned the poem, growing richer as emotion caught\n it up, Celeste looked around her at the others. Frieda, with her", "Rosalind instantly started toward the outside door.\n\n\n \"I'll check,\" she explained. \"Oh, Frieda, I've set the mike so you'll\n hear if Dotty calls.\"", "\"You need something to cling to,\" she heard Madge say. \"Dr. Kometevsky\n was the only person who ever had an inkling that anything like this" ], [ "depend on the idea of unchanging scientific law. Knocks the props from\n under you.\"", "millions of years pass by. They seem to us no more than drugged hours\n in a prison.\nTheodor rubbed his eyes and pushed his chair back from the table. \"We\n need a break.\"", "\"Of course, there are several more convincing alternate\n explanations....\" Theodor began hesitantly, knowing very well that", "of astronomy weren't on them. Just some hundred-odd cubic miles of\n rock—the merest cosmic flyspecks—yet they had carried away with them\n the security of a whole world.", "are roughly four of those items, as I see it. It's rather like a\n mystery story. I wonder if, hearing those four clues, you will come to\n the same conclusion I have.\"", "She jerked off a glove, leaned out as\n far as she could, and made a frantic effort to drive its fingers into\n the powdery path. Then the Earth mounted to her chin, her nose, and", "Just then the TV voice quickened with shock. \"News! Lunar Observatory\n One reports that, although Jupiter is just about to pass behind the", "corrosives. They have extended a side-tunnel at that level for a\n quarter of a mile. Delicate measurements, made possible by the\n mirror-smooth metal surface, show that the durasphere has a slight", "And still she continued to sink at a speed that increased, as if the\n law of gravitation applied to her in a diminished way. She dropped from\n black soil through gray clay and into pale limestone.", "are thought to be cases of misunderstanding, illusory apprehension,\n and impulse traveling—a result of the unusual stresses of the time.\n Finally, a few suggestible individuals in various parts of the globe,", "\"You need something to cling to,\" she heard Madge say. \"Dr. Kometevsky\n was the only person who ever had an inkling that anything like this", "phrase of a prominent physicist pounded upon by an eager journalist.\n And in any case, what sense of security were you left with if you\n admitted that moons and planets might explode, or drop through unseen", "connected with the disappearance. We Wolvers practically constitute\n a sub-committee of the Congress for the Discovery of New Purposes.\n And since a lot of varied material comes to our attention, we're", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nBefore science, there was superstition. After\n \nscience, there will be ... what? The biggest,", "A tiny detail persisted in bulking larger and larger in her mind—the\n unnaturalness of the way the Earth had impregnated the corner of Ivan's", "And she was sinking faster. Now knee-deep, thigh-deep, hip-deep,\n waist-deep. She beat at the powdery path with her hands and threw her", "\"And see what's written on it,\" she added.\n\n\n They turned it over. Scrawled with white pencil in big, hasty, frantic\n letters were two words:", "He tried to come to her rescue. \"Only predicted in the vaguest way. As\n I understand it, Kometevsky claimed, on the basis of a lot of evidence", "anywhere in the universe. In some manner they successfully camouflage\n their ships. Eons pass and their still-fanatical pursuers do not\n penetrate their secret. Then, suddenly, they are detected.\"", "Without warning, an eerie tingling went through her and she was seized\n by a horror of the cold, grainy Earth underfoot—an ancestral terror\n from the days when men shivered at ghost stories about graves and tombs." ], [ "are roughly four of those items, as I see it. It's rather like a\n mystery story. I wonder if, hearing those four clues, you will come to\n the same conclusion I have.\"", "Like a gallant, gallant ship.\"\nWhile the TV voice intoned the poem, growing richer as emotion caught\n it up, Celeste looked around her at the others. Frieda, with her", "At those last two words they all looked up quickly. Then their eyes\n went toward Ivan's briefcase.\nOur trick has succeeded", "\"Don't be silly. I just wanted to give you a picture of my feeling.\"\n Celeste smiled. \"I guess none of us realized how much we've come to", "\"And see what's written on it,\" she added.\n\n\n They turned it over. Scrawled with white pencil in big, hasty, frantic\n letters were two words:", "It was a little chilly. She drew on her gloves, but she didn't hurry.\n In fact, she fell farther and farther behind the dipping tail of", "millions of years pass by. They seem to us no more than drugged hours\n in a prison.\nTheodor rubbed his eyes and pushed his chair back from the table. \"We\n need a break.\"", "experimenting with their notions of complex marriage like a bunch of\n silly adolescents? Butterflies taking advantage of good weather to\n wing together in a glamorous, artificial dance—until outraged Nature", "And she was sinking faster. Now knee-deep, thigh-deep, hip-deep,\n waist-deep. She beat at the powdery path with her hands and threw her", "Celeste started at the word. Her throat closed. Then, very slowly, her\n face broke into a radiant smile. \"Of course I do, darling. I love you\n very much.\"", "connected with the disappearance. We Wolvers practically constitute\n a sub-committee of the Congress for the Discovery of New Purposes.\n And since a lot of varied material comes to our attention, we're", "\"In me,\" Theodor said promptly.\n\n\n \"In you?\" Celeste questioned, walking slowly. \"But you're just\n one-third of my husband. Perhaps I should look for it in Edmund or\n Ivan.\"", "reputed to have seen actual fighting in the Last Age of Madness. Now,\n for some reason, the face sported a knowing smile.", "touch of feminine helplessness showing more than ever through her\n business-like poise. Theodor leaning forward from his scarlet cloak\n thrown back, smiling the half-smile with which he seemed to face even", "\"You angry with me about something?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not. But a woman wants her source of security whole. In a\n crisis like this, it's disturbing to have it divided.\"", "A little smile flickered across the lips of the sleeping girl, and\n the woman in gold tights and gold-spangled jacket leaned forward\n thoughtfully. In her dignity and simplicity and straight-spined grace,", "around at him. He looked more frightfully strained, they realized, than\n even they felt. His expression was a study in suppressed excitement,\n but there were also signs of a knowledge that was almost too", "A glitter of quartz. The momentary openness of a foot-high cavern\n with a trickle of water. And then she was sliding down a black basalt", "proud to say. We'll probably go into action soon. Be a corking fight,\n what? And all by divine strategy!\"", "The Colonel said, \"Ah-ha!\"\n\n\n Theodor stared at him. The old man's self-satisfied poise was almost\n amusing." ], [ "there's been a remarkable similarity in the dreams of ESPs all over the\n planet. I'm going to present the evidence at the meeting.\"", "\"Finally, the dreams of the ESPs, which agree overwhelmingly in the\n following points: A group of beings separate themselves from a godlike", "Theodor looked at her sharply, but didn't comment. \"Anyway, Dotty will\n be there,\" he said. \"Probably asleep by now. All the ESPs have suddenly\n seemed to need more sleep.\"", "far-fetched, but I think the experience of persons with Extra-Sensory\n Perception may give us a clue. During the past three or four days", "are thought to be cases of misunderstanding, illusory apprehension,\n and impulse traveling—a result of the unusual stresses of the time.\n Finally, a few suggestible individuals in various parts of the globe,", "and telepathic race because they insist on maintaining a degree of\n mental privacy. They flee in great boats or ships of some sort. They\n are pursued on such a scale that there is no hiding place for them", "connected with the disappearance. We Wolvers practically constitute\n a sub-committee of the Congress for the Discovery of New Purposes.\n And since a lot of varied material comes to our attention, we're", "are roughly four of those items, as I see it. It's rather like a\n mystery story. I wonder if, hearing those four clues, you will come to\n the same conclusion I have.\"", "anywhere in the universe. In some manner they successfully camouflage\n their ships. Eons pass and their still-fanatical pursuers do not\n penetrate their secret. Then, suddenly, they are detected.\"", "around at him. He looked more frightfully strained, they realized, than\n even they felt. His expression was a study in suppressed excitement,\n but there were also signs of a knowledge that was almost too", "\"You need something to cling to,\" she heard Madge say. \"Dr. Kometevsky\n was the only person who ever had an inkling that anything like this", "In short, her family. She knew their every quirk and foible. And yet\n now they seemed to her a million miles away, figures seen through the\n wrong end of a telescope.", "thorough local search. A wider one, which we can't conduct personally,\n is in progress. All helpful agencies have been alerted and descriptions\n are being broadcast. I suggest we get on with the business of the", "found a door going out of the Universe. Yet they fear us all the more.\n They think of us as devils who will some day return through the door to\n destroy them. So they watch everywhere. We lie quietly smiling in our", "Like a gallant, gallant ship.\"\nWhile the TV voice intoned the poem, growing richer as emotion caught\n it up, Celeste looked around her at the others. Frieda, with her", "She jerked off a glove, leaned out as\n far as she could, and made a frantic effort to drive its fingers into\n the powdery path. Then the Earth mounted to her chin, her nose, and", "At those last two words they all looked up quickly. Then their eyes\n went toward Ivan's briefcase.\nOur trick has succeeded", "The TV was saying, \"... in addition, a number of mysterious\n disappearances of high-rating individuals have been reported. These", "Just then the TV voice quickened with shock. \"News! Lunar Observatory\n One reports that, although Jupiter is just about to pass behind the", "\"Meanwhile, Earthlings are going about their business with a minimum\n of commotion, meeting with considerable calm the strange threat to" ], [ "are roughly four of those items, as I see it. It's rather like a\n mystery story. I wonder if, hearing those four clues, you will come to\n the same conclusion I have.\"", "\"And see what's written on it,\" she added.\n\n\n They turned it over. Scrawled with white pencil in big, hasty, frantic\n letters were two words:", "She jerked off a glove, leaned out as\n far as she could, and made a frantic effort to drive its fingers into\n the powdery path. Then the Earth mounted to her chin, her nose, and", "And still she continued to sink at a speed that increased, as if the\n law of gravitation applied to her in a diminished way. She dropped from\n black soil through gray clay and into pale limestone.", "And she was sinking faster. Now knee-deep, thigh-deep, hip-deep,\n waist-deep. She beat at the powdery path with her hands and threw her", "millions of years pass by. They seem to us no more than drugged hours\n in a prison.\nTheodor rubbed his eyes and pushed his chair back from the table. \"We\n need a break.\"", "A glitter of quartz. The momentary openness of a foot-high cavern\n with a trickle of water. And then she was sliding down a black basalt", "It was a little chilly. She drew on her gloves, but she didn't hurry.\n In fact, she fell farther and farther behind the dipping tail of", "\"In me,\" Theodor said promptly.\n\n\n \"In you?\" Celeste questioned, walking slowly. \"But you're just\n one-third of my husband. Perhaps I should look for it in Edmund or\n Ivan.\"", "After several hesitant seconds, Rosalind quietly followed him. Frieda\n stretched out on a couch and closed her eyes. Edmund scanned microfilms\n tirelessly, every now and then setting one aside.", "\"You angry with me about something?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not. But a woman wants her source of security whole. In a\n crisis like this, it's disturbing to have it divided.\"", "At those last two words they all looked up quickly. Then their eyes\n went toward Ivan's briefcase.\nOur trick has succeeded", "One by one the others nodded and took their places at the round table.\n Celeste made a great effort to throw off the feeling of unreality that\n had engulfed her and focus attention on her microfilms.", "Like a gallant, gallant ship.\"\nWhile the TV voice intoned the poem, growing richer as emotion caught\n it up, Celeste looked around her at the others. Frieda, with her", "A tiny detail persisted in bulking larger and larger in her mind—the\n unnaturalness of the way the Earth had impregnated the corner of Ivan's", "\"Hello,\" she said sleepily. \"I've been having such funny dreams.\" Then,\n after a pause, frowning, \"I really am a god, you know. It feels very\n queer.\"", "Without warning, an eerie tingling went through her and she was seized\n by a horror of the cold, grainy Earth underfoot—an ancestral terror\n from the days when men shivered at ghost stories about graves and tombs.", "around at him. He looked more frightfully strained, they realized, than\n even they felt. His expression was a study in suppressed excitement,\n but there were also signs of a knowledge that was almost too", "true. It had a gritty, unwholesome feel to it. Also, it felt strangely\n heavy.", "corrosives. They have extended a side-tunnel at that level for a\n quarter of a mile. Delicate measurements, made possible by the\n mirror-smooth metal surface, show that the durasphere has a slight" ], [ "He tried to come to her rescue. \"Only predicted in the vaguest way. As\n I understand it, Kometevsky claimed, on the basis of a lot of evidence", "DR. KOMETEVSKY'S DAY\nBy FRITZ LEIBER\n\n\n Illustrated by DAVID STONE\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "might happen. I was never a Kometevskyite before. Hadn't even heard of\n the man.\"", "\"Are you a Kometevskyite?\" Theodor asked him.\n\n\n The Colonel laughed. \"Of course not, my boy. Those poor people are\n fumbling in the dark. Don't you see what's happened?\"", "\"You need something to cling to,\" she heard Madge say. \"Dr. Kometevsky\n was the only person who ever had an inkling that anything like this", "The girl switched off the TV and took Theodor's order, explaining\n casually, \"Joe wanted to go to a Kometevskyite meeting, so I took over", "forth. Meanwhile, however, we can take courage from the words of a poem\n written even before Dr. Kometevsky's book:", "connected with the disappearance. We Wolvers practically constitute\n a sub-committee of the Congress for the Discovery of New Purposes.\n And since a lot of varied material comes to our attention, we're", "She jerked off a glove, leaned out as\n far as she could, and made a frantic effort to drive its fingers into\n the powdery path. Then the Earth mounted to her chin, her nose, and", "Without looking at them, she said, \"Ivan left the Deep Space Bar\n twenty minutes ago, said he was coming straight here. On my way back", "At those last two words they all looked up quickly. Then their eyes\n went toward Ivan's briefcase.\nOur trick has succeeded", "A tiny detail persisted in bulking larger and larger in her mind—the\n unnaturalness of the way the Earth had impregnated the corner of Ivan's", "the fabric of their Solar System. Many, of course, are assembled in\n churches and humanist temples. Kometevskyites have staged helicopter", "around at him. He looked more frightfully strained, they realized, than\n even they felt. His expression was a study in suppressed excitement,\n but there were also signs of a knowledge that was almost too", "\"I knew it all along, of course,\" he went on musingly, \"but this last\n news makes it as plain as a rocket blast, at least to anyone who knows", "Just then the TV voice quickened with shock. \"News! Lunar Observatory\n One reports that, although Jupiter is just about to pass behind the", "As they talked, it had been growing darker, though the luminescence of\n the path kept it from being bothersome. And now the cloud rack parted\n to the east, showing a single red planet low on the horizon.", "of astronomy weren't on them. Just some hundred-odd cubic miles of\n rock—the merest cosmic flyspecks—yet they had carried away with them\n the security of a whole world.", "In short, her family. She knew their every quirk and foible. And yet\n now they seemed to her a million miles away, figures seen through the\n wrong end of a telescope.", "Theodor looked at her sharply, but didn't comment. \"Anyway, Dotty will\n be there,\" he said. \"Probably asleep by now. All the ESPs have suddenly\n seemed to need more sleep.\"" ], [ "true. It had a gritty, unwholesome feel to it. Also, it felt strangely\n heavy.", "Without warning, an eerie tingling went through her and she was seized\n by a horror of the cold, grainy Earth underfoot—an ancestral terror\n from the days when men shivered at ghost stories about graves and tombs.", "\"And see what's written on it,\" she added.\n\n\n They turned it over. Scrawled with white pencil in big, hasty, frantic\n letters were two words:", "touch of feminine helplessness showing more than ever through her\n business-like poise. Theodor leaning forward from his scarlet cloak\n thrown back, smiling the half-smile with which he seemed to face even", "Like a gallant, gallant ship.\"\nWhile the TV voice intoned the poem, growing richer as emotion caught\n it up, Celeste looked around her at the others. Frieda, with her", "are roughly four of those items, as I see it. It's rather like a\n mystery story. I wonder if, hearing those four clues, you will come to\n the same conclusion I have.\"", "around at him. He looked more frightfully strained, they realized, than\n even they felt. His expression was a study in suppressed excitement,\n but there were also signs of a knowledge that was almost too", "\"Don't be silly. I just wanted to give you a picture of my feeling.\"\n Celeste smiled. \"I guess none of us realized how much we've come to", "It was a little chilly. She drew on her gloves, but she didn't hurry.\n In fact, she fell farther and farther behind the dipping tail of", "ground. Do you feel how the dirt seems to be\nin\nthe leather, as if\n it had lain for years in the grave?\"", "And she was sinking faster. Now knee-deep, thigh-deep, hip-deep,\n waist-deep. She beat at the powdery path with her hands and threw her", "She felt cowed by the mysterious night about her, and literally\n dwarfed, as if she had grown several inches shorter. She roused herself\n and started forward.\n\n\n Something held her feet.", "\"You angry with me about something?\"\n\n\n \"Of course not. But a woman wants her source of security whole. In a\n crisis like this, it's disturbing to have it divided.\"", "At those last two words they all looked up quickly. Then their eyes\n went toward Ivan's briefcase.\nOur trick has succeeded", "A glitter of quartz. The momentary openness of a foot-high cavern\n with a trickle of water. And then she was sliding down a black basalt", "\"However, we're mighty pleased at this news here. There's a marked\n lessening of tension. The finding of the debris—solid, tangible", "A little smile flickered across the lips of the sleeping girl, and\n the woman in gold tights and gold-spangled jacket leaned forward\n thoughtfully. In her dignity and simplicity and straight-spined grace,", "And still she continued to sink at a speed that increased, as if the\n law of gravitation applied to her in a diminished way. She dropped from\n black soil through gray clay and into pale limestone.", "A tiny detail persisted in bulking larger and larger in her mind—the\n unnaturalness of the way the Earth had impregnated the corner of Ivan's", "\"Hello,\" she said sleepily. \"I've been having such funny dreams.\" Then,\n after a pause, frowning, \"I really am a god, you know. It feels very\n queer.\"" ], [ "found a door going out of the Universe. Yet they fear us all the more.\n They think of us as devils who will some day return through the door to\n destroy them. So they watch everywhere. We lie quietly smiling in our", "anywhere in the universe. In some manner they successfully camouflage\n their ships. Eons pass and their still-fanatical pursuers do not\n penetrate their secret. Then, suddenly, they are detected.\"", "millions of years pass by. They seem to us no more than drugged hours\n in a prison.\nTheodor rubbed his eyes and pushed his chair back from the table. \"We\n need a break.\"", "of astronomy weren't on them. Just some hundred-odd cubic miles of\n rock—the merest cosmic flyspecks—yet they had carried away with them\n the security of a whole world.", "We have escaped them many times, but now our tricks are almost used up.\n There are no doors going out of the Universe and our boats are silver", "hinted and Copernicus told them that the solid Earth under their feet\n was falling dizzily through space. Only it's worse for us, because they\n couldn't see that anything had changed. We can.", "phrase of a prominent physicist pounded upon by an eager journalist.\n And in any case, what sense of security were you left with if you\n admitted that moons and planets might explode, or drop through unseen", "and telepathic race because they insist on maintaining a degree of\n mental privacy. They flee in great boats or ships of some sort. They\n are pursued on such a scale that there is no hiding place for them", "Madge nodded. \"Give you something to do, at any rate. Well, I must be\n off. The Buddhist temple has lent us their place for a meeting.\" She\n gave them a woeful grin. \"See you when the Earth jumps.\"", "\"Of course I do!\" the Colonel cut in sharply. \"It's a war between the\n forces of good and evil. The bright suns and planets are on one side,", "His voice was clipped, rapid. \"I think it's about time we stopped\n worrying about our own affairs and thought of those of the Solar", "She jerked off a glove, leaned out as\n far as she could, and made a frantic effort to drive its fingers into\n the powdery path. Then the Earth mounted to her chin, her nose, and", "processions at Washington, Peking, Pretoria, and Christiana, demanding\n that instant preparations be made for—and I quote—'Earth's coming\n leap through space.' They have also formally challenged all astronomers", "She plunged frantically, trying to jerk loose. She couldn't. She had\n the panicky feeling that the Earth had not only trapped but invaded", "the dark on the other. The moons are the destroyers, Jupiter and\n Saturn are the big battleships, while we're on a heavy cruiser, I'm", "\"Meanwhile, Earthlings are going about their business with a minimum\n of commotion, meeting with considerable calm the strange threat to", ", Dotty dreamt.\nThe other gods have passed\n our hiding place a dozen times without noticing. They search the\n Universe for us many times in vain. They finally decide that we have", "Just then the TV voice quickened with shock. \"News! Lunar Observatory\n One reports that, although Jupiter is just about to pass behind the", "moons, and occupy roughly the same volumes of space, though the mass\n of material is hardly a hundredth that of the moons. Physicists have\n ventured no statements as to whether this constitutes a confirmation of", "corrosives. They have extended a side-tunnel at that level for a\n quarter of a mile. Delicate measurements, made possible by the\n mirror-smooth metal surface, show that the durasphere has a slight" ] ]

[ "What is the purpose of the article?", "Why might Norplant be better than other forms of birth control?", "What is the general structure of the article?", "Based on the text, who might the author expect to be a Norplant user?", "What was the proposed benefit of the Norplant program?", "Why is the Norplant device linked to race in this article?", "What is a correct comparison between vasectomies and Norplant use?", "Which of the following was not a potential objection to Norplant?" ]

[ [ "To advertise for a new form of female contraception", "To advertise that a form of male contraception be distributed and encouraged by the government", "To advertise that a form of female contraception be distributed and encouraged by the government", "To advertise for a new form of male contraception" ], [ "It's more effective than many other birth control methods", "It is less expensive to administer (that is the largest factor at play)", "It's safer to administer than other birth control methods", "It is not reversible for a long time, so it truly prevents pregnancy for an extended time period" ], [ "The author describes Norplant and why it may have some benefits, but that overall it isn't the safest option to choose", "The author describes the history and value of a Norplant program and explains responses to common objections", "The author lists the great qualities of Norplant and describes each benefit", "The author lists the pros and cons of Norplant and describes each in detail" ], [ "A little girl", "A man in his 20s", "A teenage boy", "A teenage girl" ], [ "Participants receive free birth control and thirty dollars a month", "Participants receive permanently free birth control", "Participants receive free birth control and one thousand dollars plus thirty dollars a month for continued use", "Participants receive free birth control and one thousand dollars" ], [ "People worry that Norplant is a means to primarily control black men", "People worry that Norplant is a means to primarily control white men", "People worry that Norplant is a means to primarily control black women", "People worry that Norplant is a means to primarily control hispanic women" ], [ "Both are equally stigmatized methods of contraception", "Neither is fully reversible", "Only one of the two is fully reversible", "Both take equal amounts of time in the operating room" ], [ "It might be a sexist act to expect women to take contraception when men often don't.", "Health damage potential in the long-run.", "Parents have an obligation to talk to their kids about this stuff, not the school/government.", "Norplant takes up a lot of your time for the initial procedure." ] ]

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[ "Which of these traits best describes Darger's personality (not discussing his work)?", "According to the article, what is the inspiration of Darger's work?", "How much recognition did Darger receive throughout his lifetime as he produced his works?", "What is the deal with the Vivian Girls? (Which of these is the most accurate description?)", "Of the following options, who would most likely enjoy reading this article?", "Which of the following is true of Darger's work?", "What was the overall tone of the passage?", "Which of the following is NOT true of Darger as an artist?" ]

[ [ "Outgoing", "None of the three descriptions really apply", "Humorous", "Immodest" ], [ "His opinions on sexism in America", "His strained relationship with his younger sister", "The inspiration is unknown", "His strained relationship with his mother" ], [ "He was discovered in his elderly years", "He was only able to receive posthumous credit for his work, he never received any attention while alive", "He was discovered during his time at college", "He was discovered at a young age, so he was consistently in the limelight (in the art world)" ], [ "They're best friends who go on adventures together", "They're sisters who learn from each other in a dystopian world", "They're sisters who avoid certain death together", "They're best friends who escape a dangerous universe to return back to Earth" ], [ "A parent who loves reading Little Red Riding Hood to their child", "A young parent who loves reading Alice in Wonderland to their child", "An educator of young kids (a teacher, tutor, or after-school program supervisor)", "A professor who studies fairy tales" ], [ "He produced so much work that it's evident that each piece took him little time", "He only really cared about what his family thought of his work", "His work is not the type of art to hang around one's home", "The vast majority of people looking at it would agree that it is beautiful" ], [ "Vivid", "Detached", "Cautioned", "Inquisitive" ], [ "He probably had more time to focus as an artist because he pretty much always lived by himself", "Before he was discovered he consistently held a different job to support himself", "His work is good enough to sell for a decent amount of money", "He was trained by some of the best in his fields (collage-work and cartoon-based art training)" ] ]

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[ "Why was Dylan's ship unable to depart after loading it with the half-naked colonists?", "What finally connected Dylan emotionally to the colonists?", "How was the wire cut?", "Why had Dylan never fired a gun?", "How had Dylan lost his sense of urgency regarding his military duties?", "Why had Dylan originally joined the army?", "Why was the army unable to pinpoint the culprit of the wire cutting?", "What happened to Bossio?", "Why was Dylan bitter about Bossio's death?", "What was Dylan's attitude towards pioneers?" ]

[ [ "He was too drunk to operate the controls.", "The Alien had remotely handicapped its capabilities.", "The added weight of the colonists was too heavy.", "The ship was stuck in the deepening snow and ice." ], [ "The fear of the impending Alien attack and possible death highlighted their shared humanity. ", "Bossio's death helped him realize what was important.", "A woman brought him coffee when he withdrew into the radio shack.", "He was unexpectedly moved by Rossel's death." ], [ "The Alien controlled a colonist via telepathy.", "The viggle chewed the wire to cut it.", "The Alien used special technology operated from the safety of its subterranean hiding place.", "Bossio got drunk and cut the wire himself." ], [ "The army soldiers were not trusted with military equipment due to their lack of sobriety.", "He did not have clearance from his command to do so.", "He had to ask Rossel first.", "After five hundred years of peace, there had never been an occasion for him to do so." ], [ "He became depressed after drinking too much.", "The death of his father drove him to despair.", "He was tired of evacuating colonies and investigating cut wires.", "He became desensitized after years of inaction and disrespect." ], [ "So that he could spend more time drinking.", "Following the death of his father, he was inspired by the idea of protecting the galactic colonies.", "He wanted to honor his father, who had also fought bravely with the army.", "He had studied military tactics in school." ], [ "Centuries of peace had exacerbated dislike of the military and consequently dwindled their resources.", "The majority of their soldiers were incapacitated.", "They were too busy delivering important messages between the colonies.", "The majority of their resources were committed to directly defending Earth." ], [ "He was killed on Planet Three during the Alien assault.", "He had to strip his clothes and remain with the other colonists awaiting rescue.", "He was killed by The Alien buried in its hideout underneath the antenna tree.", "He got too drunk and crashed the ship on his way to Planet Three." ], [ "Bossio had been insufficiently trained to handle the mission.", "Bossio was his best friend, and he had not said a proper goodbye.", "Because of his youth and the family he left behind.", "The colonists harbored anti-military sentiment, and yet Bossio risked his life to go save them anyway." ], [ "He admired their hard work purging planets of disease, harvesting plants, and carving homes out of rocks.", "He was disgusted by their peace-loving ways.", "He respected their embrace of a peaceful lifestyle, but he did not like the plastic houses they built on their settlements.", "He liked them better than city dwellers, but he mocked the automation with which they established their settlements. " ] ]

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[ [ "would have to stay or the ship would never get off the planet. But\n even stripped down, it couldn't take them all. When he knew that, he\n realized that he himself would have to stay here, for it was only then", "Dylan began to wish they would get moving, these pioneers. It was very\n possible that the aliens would be here soon, and there was no need for", "Dylan shook his head. \"The fleet's spread out kind of thin nowadays.\"\n Because the other was leaning on him he felt a great irritation, but", "understood before, because he had never once been among men in great\n trouble. He waited and watched, learning, trying to digest this while\n there was still time. Then the semi-naked colonists were inside and", "\"Listen, there's a mail ship due in, been due since yesterday. We might\n get the rest of the folks out on that.\"\n\n\n Dylan shrugged. \"Don't count on it.\"", "Rossel was one of the ones that would not be going. Dylan saw him\n standing by the airlock holding his wife in his arms, his face buried", "Dylan had been called up out of a bar—he and Bossio—and told what had\n happened, and in three weeks now they had cleared four colonies. This", "When Rossel came up, Dylan was still sitting. Rossel was so excited he\n did not notice the wire.\n\n\n \"Listen, soldier, how many people can your ship take?\"", "But, when the fear had died down, the resentment came. A number of\n women began to cluster around Dylan and complain, working up their\n anger. Dylan said nothing. Then the man Rossel pushed forward and\n confronted him, speaking with a vast annoyance.", "\"Captain Dylan, sir.\" His voice was low and did not carry. \"I have a\n message from Fleet Headquarters. Are you in charge here?\"", "hovering ship swung open creakily. A beefy, black-haired young man\n appeared unsteadily in the doorway, called to Dylan.", "His eyes bright and worried, Rossel leaned heavily against the shack.\n \"We're overloaded. There are sixty of us and our ship will only take\n forty. We came out in groups, we never thought....\"", "checked frenziedly through his own apparatus and tried again, but the\n air was as dead as deep space. He raced out to tell Dylan.", "of the colonists' ship.\nWhen Three did not answer, Rossel was nervously gazing at the snow,\n thinking of other things, and he called again. Several moments later", "Dylan dropped his eyes, swearing silently. \"You're sure? No baggage, no\n iron rations; you couldn't get ten more on?\"", "He left the ship blindly and went back to the settlement. Now the\n people were quiet and really frightened, and some of the women were", "Dylan wanted to go on with this but there was nothing much else to\n say. Rossel went with them as far as the radio shack, with a strained\n expression on his face, to put through that call to Three.", "This was the message Captain Dylan had brought, come out from Earth\n with a bottle on his hip.", "Dylan waited. These people were taking it well, much better than those\n in the cities had taken it. But then, these were pioneers. Dylan", "listened, one long booted leg swinging idly. One by one the colonists\n were beginning to understand. War is huge and comes with great\n suddenness and always without reason, and there is inevitably a wait," ], [ "in her soft brown hair. A sense of great sympathy, totally unexpected,\n rose up in Dylan, and a little of the lostness of thirty years went\n slipping away. These were his people. It was a thing he had never", "Dylan waited. These people were taking it well, much better than those\n in the cities had taken it. But then, these were pioneers. Dylan", "But, when the fear had died down, the resentment came. A number of\n women began to cluster around Dylan and complain, working up their\n anger. Dylan said nothing. Then the man Rossel pushed forward and\n confronted him, speaking with a vast annoyance.", "to help these people. People who had kicked or ignored him all the days\n of his life. And, in a short while, Dylan would also stay behind and\n die to save the life of somebody he never knew and who, twenty-four", "This Dylan thought, although he was himself no fighter, no man at all\n by any standards. This he thought because he was a soldier and an\n outcast; to every drunken man the fall of the sober is a happy thing.\n He stirred restlessly.", "understood before, because he had never once been among men in great\n trouble. He waited and watched, learning, trying to digest this while\n there was still time. Then the semi-naked colonists were inside and", "Dylan had been called up out of a bar—he and Bossio—and told what had\n happened, and in three weeks now they had cleared four colonies. This", "Dylan began to wish they would get moving, these pioneers. It was very\n possible that the aliens would be here soon, and there was no need for", "Rush calmly—at least outwardly calmly—lit his pipe. There was a\n strength in this man that Dylan had missed before.", "Dylan accepted it. He had known none of the people on Three and what\n he felt now was a much greater urgency to be out of here. He said", "having lifted a finger, you have braved the wilderness, hewed a home\n out of the living rock and become a pioneer. Dylan grinned again. But\n at least this was better than the wailing of the cities.", "There was still time. There were some last brief moments in which the\n colonists could act and feel as they had always done. They therefore", "listened, one long booted leg swinging idly. One by one the colonists\n were beginning to understand. War is huge and comes with great\n suddenness and always without reason, and there is inevitably a wait,", "to know if he wanted sentries posted. Dylan hadn't thought about it but\n he said yes right away, beginning to feel both pleased and irritated at\n the same time, because now they were coming to him.", "his planet. When he left, Dylan breathed with relief and went out to\n check the bomb, grateful for the action.", "Dylan whistled. He had begun to feel light-headed. \"It 'pears that\n somebody's gonna find out first hand what them aliens look like.\"", "gone too. For a long, long moment Dylan stood rooted in the snow.\n More than the fact that he would have to stay here was the unspoken,", "had just been cut.\nDylan sat for a long while by the radio shack, holding the ends in his\n hands. He reached almost automatically for the bottle on his hip and", "unalterable, heart-numbing knowledge that Bossio was dead—the one\n thing that Dylan could not accept. Bossio was the only friend he had.", "checked frenziedly through his own apparatus and tried again, but the\n air was as dead as deep space. He raced out to tell Dylan." ], [ "The wire at Lupus was cut just before an alien attack, and now this one\n is cut too—newly cut.\"", "Most of it had to be done in the open. He found a metal bar in the\n radio shack and began chopping at the frozen ground, following the\n wire. It was the first thing he had done with his hands in weeks, and\n it felt fine.", "Although he had been, in his cynical way, expecting it, for a moment it\n threw him and he just stared. The end was clean and bright. The wire", "something didn't want the camp destroyed and so came right into the\n center of the camp, traced the wire, dug it up and cut it. And then\n walked right out again.\"", "In the heart of the camp, hidden from view under twelve inches of\n earth, the wire had been dug up and cut.", "The big man, Rush, was paying no attention. Quite suddenly he said:\n \"Who cut that wire, Cap?\"\nDylan swung slowly to look at him. \"As far as I can figure, an alien\n cut it.\"", "It was then that Rossel saw the wire. Thickly, he asked what had\n happened.", "He finished splicing the wire and tucked it into the ground. Then he\n straightened up and, before he went into the radio shack, he pulled out", "It was the wrong thing to say and he knew it. \"All right,\" he said\n quickly, still staring at the clear-sliced wire, \"we'll do what we can.", "He began to feel that, by God, he was getting cold. He realized that\n he'd better go inside soon, but the wire had to be spliced. That was\n perhaps the most important thing he could do now, splice the wire.", "It was then that Dylan told him about the wire on Lupus V. Rossel was\n silent. Involuntarily, he glanced at the sky, then he said shakily,\n \"Maybe an animal?\"", "core of himself, and it didn't particularly matter. That was the point:\n it made no particular difference if he never got it back. He owed\n nobody. He was tugging at the wire and trying to think of something", "had just been cut.\nDylan sat for a long while by the radio shack, holding the ends in his\n hands. He reached almost automatically for the bottle on his hip and", "at Lupus V too, and though it had been detonated it had not blown. The\n detonating wire had been cut.", "\"Tell them to arm,\" he said, \"and try not to scare hell out of them.\n I'll be with you as soon as I've spliced this wire.\"", "Dylan showed him the two clean ends. \"Somebody dug it up, cut it, then\n buried it again and packed it down real nice.\"\n\n\n \"The damn fool!\" Rossel exploded.", "All right, he asked himself for the thousandth time, who cut it? How?\n Telepathy? Could they somehow control one of us?", "He bent his back savagely, digging at the ground. You wait and you wait\n and the edge goes off. This thing he had waited for all those damn days", "Rossel nodded and went off, running. Dylan knelt with the metal in his\n hands.", "distinctly possible that they could be gone before nightfall. He could\n take no chance, of course. He spun more dials and pressed a single\n button, and lay back again comfortably, warmly, to watch the disabling" ], [ "This Dylan thought, although he was himself no fighter, no man at all\n by any standards. This he thought because he was a soldier and an\n outcast; to every drunken man the fall of the sober is a happy thing.\n He stirred restlessly.", "But, when the fear had died down, the resentment came. A number of\n women began to cluster around Dylan and complain, working up their\n anger. Dylan said nothing. Then the man Rossel pushed forward and\n confronted him, speaking with a vast annoyance.", "his pistol. He checked it, primed it, and tried to remember the last\n time he had fired it. He never had—he never had fired a gun.\nThe snow began falling near noon. There was nothing anybody could do", "Dylan waited. These people were taking it well, much better than those\n in the cities had taken it. But then, these were pioneers. Dylan", "to help these people. People who had kicked or ignored him all the days\n of his life. And, in a short while, Dylan would also stay behind and\n die to save the life of somebody he never knew and who, twenty-four", "Rush calmly—at least outwardly calmly—lit his pipe. There was a\n strength in this man that Dylan had missed before.", "had just been cut.\nDylan sat for a long while by the radio shack, holding the ends in his\n hands. He reached almost automatically for the bottle on his hip and", "Dylan moved to quiet him. \"Look, is there any animal at all that ever\n comes near here that's as large as a dog?\"", "didn't answer. Dylan stared long and thoughtfully out the window\n through the snow at the gray shrouded shapes of bushes and trees which\n were beginning to become horrifying. It must be that Bossio was still", "to know if he wanted sentries posted. Dylan hadn't thought about it but\n he said yes right away, beginning to feel both pleased and irritated at\n the same time, because now they were coming to him.", "Dylan accepted it. He had known none of the people on Three and what\n he felt now was a much greater urgency to be out of here. He said", "in her soft brown hair. A sense of great sympathy, totally unexpected,\n rose up in Dylan, and a little of the lostness of thirty years went\n slipping away. These were his people. It was a thing he had never", "gone too. For a long, long moment Dylan stood rooted in the snow.\n More than the fact that he would have to stay here was the unspoken,", "Dylan shook his head. \"No animal did that. Wouldn't have buried it, or\n found it in the first place. Heck of a coincidence, don't you think?", "having lifted a finger, you have braved the wilderness, hewed a home\n out of the living rock and become a pioneer. Dylan grinned again. But\n at least this was better than the wailing of the cities.", "Dylan showed him the two clean ends. \"Somebody dug it up, cut it, then\n buried it again and packed it down real nice.\"\n\n\n \"The damn fool!\" Rossel exploded.", "unalterable, heart-numbing knowledge that Bossio was dead—the one\n thing that Dylan could not accept. Bossio was the only friend he had.", "It was then that Dylan told him about the wire on Lupus V. Rossel was\n silent. Involuntarily, he glanced at the sky, then he said shakily,\n \"Maybe an animal?\"", "Dylan shook his head. \"The fleet's spread out kind of thin nowadays.\"\n Because the other was leaning on him he felt a great irritation, but", "\"So something,\" said Dylan, \"knew enough about this camp to know that\n a bomb was buried here and also to know why it was here. And that" ], [ "This Dylan thought, although he was himself no fighter, no man at all\n by any standards. This he thought because he was a soldier and an\n outcast; to every drunken man the fall of the sober is a happy thing.\n He stirred restlessly.", "Dylan accepted it. He had known none of the people on Three and what\n he felt now was a much greater urgency to be out of here. He said", "to know if he wanted sentries posted. Dylan hadn't thought about it but\n he said yes right away, beginning to feel both pleased and irritated at\n the same time, because now they were coming to him.", "Dylan shook his head. \"The fleet's spread out kind of thin nowadays.\"\n Because the other was leaning on him he felt a great irritation, but", "But, when the fear had died down, the resentment came. A number of\n women began to cluster around Dylan and complain, working up their\n anger. Dylan said nothing. Then the man Rossel pushed forward and\n confronted him, speaking with a vast annoyance.", "Dylan began to wish they would get moving, these pioneers. It was very\n possible that the aliens would be here soon, and there was no need for", "Rush calmly—at least outwardly calmly—lit his pipe. There was a\n strength in this man that Dylan had missed before.", "checked frenziedly through his own apparatus and tried again, but the\n air was as dead as deep space. He raced out to tell Dylan.", "in her soft brown hair. A sense of great sympathy, totally unexpected,\n rose up in Dylan, and a little of the lostness of thirty years went\n slipping away. These were his people. It was a thing he had never", "had just been cut.\nDylan sat for a long while by the radio shack, holding the ends in his\n hands. He reached almost automatically for the bottle on his hip and", "Dylan waited. These people were taking it well, much better than those\n in the cities had taken it. But then, these were pioneers. Dylan", "his planet. When he left, Dylan breathed with relief and went out to\n check the bomb, grateful for the action.", "It went on and on while Dylan looked at the clock and waited. He hoped\n that he could end this quickly. A big gloomy man was in front of him", "Dylan whistled. He had begun to feel light-headed. \"It 'pears that\n somebody's gonna find out first hand what them aliens look like.\"", "\"Captain Dylan, sir.\" His voice was low and did not carry. \"I have a\n message from Fleet Headquarters. Are you in charge here?\"", "By one o'clock the visibility was down to zero and Dylan decided to\n try to contact Bossio again and tell him to hurry. But Bossio still", "gone too. For a long, long moment Dylan stood rooted in the snow.\n More than the fact that he would have to stay here was the unspoken,", "to help these people. People who had kicked or ignored him all the days\n of his life. And, in a short while, Dylan would also stay behind and\n die to save the life of somebody he never knew and who, twenty-four", "the brass and the government. That's all the fleet there is.\"\nDylan wanted to go on about that, to remind them that nobody had wanted\n the army, that the fleet had grown smaller and smaller ... but this was", "The big man, Rush, was paying no attention. Quite suddenly he said:\n \"Who cut that wire, Cap?\"\nDylan swung slowly to look at him. \"As far as I can figure, an alien\n cut it.\"" ], [ "This Dylan thought, although he was himself no fighter, no man at all\n by any standards. This he thought because he was a soldier and an\n outcast; to every drunken man the fall of the sober is a happy thing.\n He stirred restlessly.", "to know if he wanted sentries posted. Dylan hadn't thought about it but\n he said yes right away, beginning to feel both pleased and irritated at\n the same time, because now they were coming to him.", "the brass and the government. That's all the fleet there is.\"\nDylan wanted to go on about that, to remind them that nobody had wanted\n the army, that the fleet had grown smaller and smaller ... but this was", "to help these people. People who had kicked or ignored him all the days\n of his life. And, in a short while, Dylan would also stay behind and\n die to save the life of somebody he never knew and who, twenty-four", "But, when the fear had died down, the resentment came. A number of\n women began to cluster around Dylan and complain, working up their\n anger. Dylan said nothing. Then the man Rossel pushed forward and\n confronted him, speaking with a vast annoyance.", "Dylan accepted it. He had known none of the people on Three and what\n he felt now was a much greater urgency to be out of here. He said", "in her soft brown hair. A sense of great sympathy, totally unexpected,\n rose up in Dylan, and a little of the lostness of thirty years went\n slipping away. These were his people. It was a thing he had never", "Dylan waited. These people were taking it well, much better than those\n in the cities had taken it. But then, these were pioneers. Dylan", "\"So something,\" said Dylan, \"knew enough about this camp to know that\n a bomb was buried here and also to know why it was here. And that", "Dylan shook his head. \"The fleet's spread out kind of thin nowadays.\"\n Because the other was leaning on him he felt a great irritation, but", "Dylan began to wish they would get moving, these pioneers. It was very\n possible that the aliens would be here soon, and there was no need for", "his planet. When he left, Dylan breathed with relief and went out to\n check the bomb, grateful for the action.", "Dylan whistled. He had begun to feel light-headed. \"It 'pears that\n somebody's gonna find out first hand what them aliens look like.\"", "Dylan showed him the two clean ends. \"Somebody dug it up, cut it, then\n buried it again and packed it down real nice.\"\n\n\n \"The damn fool!\" Rossel exploded.", "had just been cut.\nDylan sat for a long while by the radio shack, holding the ends in his\n hands. He reached almost automatically for the bottle on his hip and", "Dylan had been called up out of a bar—he and Bossio—and told what had\n happened, and in three weeks now they had cleared four colonies. This", "didn't answer. Dylan stared long and thoughtfully out the window\n through the snow at the gray shrouded shapes of bushes and trees which\n were beginning to become horrifying. It must be that Bossio was still", "gone too. For a long, long moment Dylan stood rooted in the snow.\n More than the fact that he would have to stay here was the unspoken,", "Dylan wanted to go on with this but there was nothing much else to\n say. Rossel went with them as far as the radio shack, with a strained\n expression on his face, to put through that call to Three.", "Rush calmly—at least outwardly calmly—lit his pipe. There was a\n strength in this man that Dylan had missed before." ], [ "something didn't want the camp destroyed and so came right into the\n center of the camp, traced the wire, dug it up and cut it. And then\n walked right out again.\"", "It was then that Dylan told him about the wire on Lupus V. Rossel was\n silent. Involuntarily, he glanced at the sky, then he said shakily,\n \"Maybe an animal?\"", "The wire at Lupus was cut just before an alien attack, and now this one\n is cut too—newly cut.\"", "The big man, Rush, was paying no attention. Quite suddenly he said:\n \"Who cut that wire, Cap?\"\nDylan swung slowly to look at him. \"As far as I can figure, an alien\n cut it.\"", "In the heart of the camp, hidden from view under twelve inches of\n earth, the wire had been dug up and cut.", "The army could not understand it and had no time to try. After five\n hundred years of peace and anti-war conditioning the army was small,\n weak and without respect. Therefore, the army did nothing but spread\n the news, and Man began to fall back.", "It was then that Rossel saw the wire. Thickly, he asked what had\n happened.", "Most of it had to be done in the open. He found a metal bar in the\n radio shack and began chopping at the frozen ground, following the\n wire. It was the first thing he had done with his hands in weeks, and\n it felt fine.", "at Lupus V too, and though it had been detonated it had not blown. The\n detonating wire had been cut.", "\"You think one of your people did it?\"\n\n\n Rossel stared at him. \"Isn't that obvious?\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "All right, he asked himself for the thousandth time, who cut it? How?\n Telepathy? Could they somehow control one of us?", "Although he had been, in his cynical way, expecting it, for a moment it\n threw him and he just stared. The end was clean and bright. The wire", "It was the wrong thing to say and he knew it. \"All right,\" he said\n quickly, still staring at the clear-sliced wire, \"we'll do what we can.", "He began to feel that, by God, he was getting cold. He realized that\n he'd better go inside soon, but the wire had to be spliced. That was\n perhaps the most important thing he could do now, splice the wire.", "That was unfortunate. The attack was not scheduled until late that\n night and he could not, of course, press the assault by day. But\nflexibility", "hours earlier, would have been ashamed to be found in his company. Now,\n when it was far, far too late, they were coming to the army for help.", "the realization of what was happening struck him like a blow. Three\n had never once failed to answer. All they had to do when they heard\n the signal buzz was go into the radio shack and say hello. That was", "core of himself, and it didn't particularly matter. That was the point:\n it made no particular difference if he never got it back. He owed\n nobody. He was tugging at the wire and trying to think of something", "Dylan showed him the two clean ends. \"Somebody dug it up, cut it, then\n buried it again and packed it down real nice.\"\n\n\n \"The damn fool!\" Rossel exploded.", "\"Tell them to arm,\" he said, \"and try not to scare hell out of them.\n I'll be with you as soon as I've spliced this wire.\"" ], [ "Three was dead. Bossio had gone down there some time ago and, if Three\n was dead and Bossio had not called, then the fact was that Bossio was", "Bossio—a big-grinning kid with no parents, no enemies, no\n grudges—Bossio was already dead because he had come out here and tried", "that he thought of Bossio.", "unalterable, heart-numbing knowledge that Bossio was dead—the one\n thing that Dylan could not accept. Bossio was the only friend he had.", "didn't answer. Dylan stared long and thoughtfully out the window\n through the snow at the gray shrouded shapes of bushes and trees which\n were beginning to become horrifying. It must be that Bossio was still", "be leaving without their husbands or sons, and he did not want to see\n the fierce struggle that he was sure would take place. He sat alone and\n tried, for the last time, to call Bossio.", "In all this dog-eared, aimless, ape-run Universe Bossio was all his\n friendship and his trust.", "By one o'clock the visibility was down to zero and Dylan decided to\n try to contact Bossio again and tell him to hurry. But Bossio still", "But, when the fear had died down, the resentment came. A number of\n women began to cluster around Dylan and complain, working up their\n anger. Dylan said nothing. Then the man Rossel pushed forward and\n confronted him, speaking with a vast annoyance.", "The lone man kept standing in the freezing wind.\nEventually, because even a soldier can look small and cold and\n pathetic, Bob Rossel had to get up out of a nice, warm bed and go out\n in that miserable cold to meet him.", "Rossel was in his cabin with the big, gloomy man—who turned out to\n be Rush, the one who had asked about sentries. Rush was methodically\n cleaning an old hunting rifle. Rossel was surprisingly full of hope.", "\"Was he\ndrunk\n?\" Rossel began angrily. \"Was that a bottle of\nliquor\n?\"", "Dylan had been called up out of a bar—he and Bossio—and told what had\n happened, and in three weeks now they had cleared four colonies. This", "\"We'd better get going,\" he finally said, and there was quiet.\n \"Lieutenant Bossio has gone on to your sister colony at Planet Three of", "It was then that Rossel saw the wire. Thickly, he asked what had\n happened.", "Dylan wanted to go on with this but there was nothing much else to\n say. Rossel went with them as far as the radio shack, with a strained\n expression on his face, to put through that call to Three.", "Rossel, a small sober man, grunted. \"Nobody's in charge here. If you\n want a spokesman I guess I'll do. What's up?\"", "Rossel was one of the ones that would not be going. Dylan saw him\n standing by the airlock holding his wife in his arms, his face buried", "He gave Rossel a sour look and Rossel stared back, uncomprehending.\n\n\n Then Rossel jumped. \"My God!\"", "He turned and walked toward the buildings and Rossel had to follow. As\n Rossel drew near the walls the watchers could see his lips moving but" ], [ "unalterable, heart-numbing knowledge that Bossio was dead—the one\n thing that Dylan could not accept. Bossio was the only friend he had.", "But, when the fear had died down, the resentment came. A number of\n women began to cluster around Dylan and complain, working up their\n anger. Dylan said nothing. Then the man Rossel pushed forward and\n confronted him, speaking with a vast annoyance.", "didn't answer. Dylan stared long and thoughtfully out the window\n through the snow at the gray shrouded shapes of bushes and trees which\n were beginning to become horrifying. It must be that Bossio was still", "Bossio—a big-grinning kid with no parents, no enemies, no\n grudges—Bossio was already dead because he had come out here and tried", "Three was dead. Bossio had gone down there some time ago and, if Three\n was dead and Bossio had not called, then the fact was that Bossio was", "By one o'clock the visibility was down to zero and Dylan decided to\n try to contact Bossio again and tell him to hurry. But Bossio still", "This Dylan thought, although he was himself no fighter, no man at all\n by any standards. This he thought because he was a soldier and an\n outcast; to every drunken man the fall of the sober is a happy thing.\n He stirred restlessly.", "Dylan showed him the two clean ends. \"Somebody dug it up, cut it, then\n buried it again and packed it down real nice.\"\n\n\n \"The damn fool!\" Rossel exploded.", "Dylan wanted to go on with this but there was nothing much else to\n say. Rossel went with them as far as the radio shack, with a strained\n expression on his face, to put through that call to Three.", "Dylan had been called up out of a bar—he and Bossio—and told what had\n happened, and in three weeks now they had cleared four colonies. This", "Dylan accepted it. He had known none of the people on Three and what\n he felt now was a much greater urgency to be out of here. He said", "Dylan shook his head. \"The fleet's spread out kind of thin nowadays.\"\n Because the other was leaning on him he felt a great irritation, but", "to help these people. People who had kicked or ignored him all the days\n of his life. And, in a short while, Dylan would also stay behind and\n die to save the life of somebody he never knew and who, twenty-four", "It was then that Dylan told him about the wire on Lupus V. Rossel was\n silent. Involuntarily, he glanced at the sky, then he said shakily,\n \"Maybe an animal?\"", "checked frenziedly through his own apparatus and tried again, but the\n air was as dead as deep space. He raced out to tell Dylan.", "that he thought of Bossio.", "Rossel nodded and went off, running. Dylan knelt with the metal in his\n hands.", "It went on and on while Dylan looked at the clock and waited. He hoped\n that he could end this quickly. A big gloomy man was in front of him", "had just been cut.\nDylan sat for a long while by the radio shack, holding the ends in his\n hands. He reached almost automatically for the bottle on his hip and", "to know if he wanted sentries posted. Dylan hadn't thought about it but\n he said yes right away, beginning to feel both pleased and irritated at\n the same time, because now they were coming to him." ], [ "Dylan waited. These people were taking it well, much better than those\n in the cities had taken it. But then, these were pioneers. Dylan", "Dylan began to wish they would get moving, these pioneers. It was very\n possible that the aliens would be here soon, and there was no need for", "having lifted a finger, you have braved the wilderness, hewed a home\n out of the living rock and become a pioneer. Dylan grinned again. But\n at least this was better than the wailing of the cities.", "This Dylan thought, although he was himself no fighter, no man at all\n by any standards. This he thought because he was a soldier and an\n outcast; to every drunken man the fall of the sober is a happy thing.\n He stirred restlessly.", "But, when the fear had died down, the resentment came. A number of\n women began to cluster around Dylan and complain, working up their\n anger. Dylan said nothing. Then the man Rossel pushed forward and\n confronted him, speaking with a vast annoyance.", "Rush calmly—at least outwardly calmly—lit his pipe. There was a\n strength in this man that Dylan had missed before.", "to help these people. People who had kicked or ignored him all the days\n of his life. And, in a short while, Dylan would also stay behind and\n die to save the life of somebody he never knew and who, twenty-four", "Dylan whistled. He had begun to feel light-headed. \"It 'pears that\n somebody's gonna find out first hand what them aliens look like.\"", "in her soft brown hair. A sense of great sympathy, totally unexpected,\n rose up in Dylan, and a little of the lostness of thirty years went\n slipping away. These were his people. It was a thing he had never", "Dylan accepted it. He had known none of the people on Three and what\n he felt now was a much greater urgency to be out of here. He said", "Dylan showed him the two clean ends. \"Somebody dug it up, cut it, then\n buried it again and packed it down real nice.\"\n\n\n \"The damn fool!\" Rossel exploded.", "to know if he wanted sentries posted. Dylan hadn't thought about it but\n he said yes right away, beginning to feel both pleased and irritated at\n the same time, because now they were coming to him.", "Dylan shook his head. \"The fleet's spread out kind of thin nowadays.\"\n Because the other was leaning on him he felt a great irritation, but", "The big man, Rush, was paying no attention. Quite suddenly he said:\n \"Who cut that wire, Cap?\"\nDylan swung slowly to look at him. \"As far as I can figure, an alien\n cut it.\"", "An obscenely cheerful expression upon his gaunt, not too well shaven\n face, Captain Dylan perched himself upon the edge of a table and", "his planet. When he left, Dylan breathed with relief and went out to\n check the bomb, grateful for the action.", "Dylan moved to quiet him. \"Look, is there any animal at all that ever\n comes near here that's as large as a dog?\"", "Dylan had been called up out of a bar—he and Bossio—and told what had\n happened, and in three weeks now they had cleared four colonies. This", "had just been cut.\nDylan sat for a long while by the radio shack, holding the ends in his\n hands. He reached almost automatically for the bottle on his hip and", "unalterable, heart-numbing knowledge that Bossio was dead—the one\n thing that Dylan could not accept. Bossio was the only friend he had." ] ]

[ "Why does Eric think it is preferable to be referred to as a boy than a singleton?", "How did Mankind revert to a more primitive state?", "Why does Eric get into an argument with Roy the Runner?", "How did Eric's perception of his father change throughout the story?", "What does Thomas the Trap-Smasher suggest Franklin the Father of Many Thieves is hiding?", "Why was Sara the Sickness-Healer's test important?", "Why does Eric prefer Harriet the History-Teller over Sara the Sickness-Healer's daughter?", "Who or what guides Eric and the rest of Mankind through life?" ]

[ [ "Boys with siblings are treated better in the Bands of the Male Society.", "A singleton is viewed as the lowest form of Mankind.", "A singleton is an only child, which cannot be changed. A boy, however, eventually grows up.", "A boy with brothers has a chance to enter manhood sooner." ], [ "Their obsession with Ancestor-Science held them back from making necessary advancements.", "Franklin the Father of Many Thieves structured this new society so that he would be its focal point and he could control all of Mankind easier.", "They were destroyed by Alien-Science.", "They were driven to near-extinction by the Monsters and had lost all of their scientific advancements." ], [ "Roy insults him for being an only child, and Eric suggests Roy's wife sleeps around.", "He is nervous before the council meeting and is looking to let out some anxiety and aggression. ", "Roy attacks Eric because he slept with his wife.", "Roy suggests Eric's mother had slept with several men in the Bands of the Male Society." ], [ "At the beginning of the story, he loves the memory of his father and is proud of his legacy in the community. At the end of the story, he hates his father.", "He did not respect his father's decision to bring his wife and child into battle against the Monsters at first, but later he understood his father's noble purpose.", "He initially viewed his father as a champion of the Ancestor-Science, a hero in his community. He develops conflicted feelings after learning his father was actually a devotee of Alien-Science.", "He had always thought his father only had one child, but, after speaking with Thomas the Trap-Smasher, he realizes he probably had several other children." ], [ "The fact that the Alien-Science could effectively defeat the Monsters.", "The fact that he is just an ordinary man and not, in fact, a great warrior.", "The fact that he has fathered the majority of the children in Mankind.", "The fact that he is the true father of Eric the Only." ], [ "It demonstrated Eric's qualifications to proceed in the manhood test.", "It allowed him to seek sponsorship for manhood.", "It showed that Eric was not ready for his Theft.", "It gave her the opportunity to mock him for being a singleton." ], [ "In the future, Harriet would have great status in the community; Selma was still a youth and lacked prestige.", "Harriet reminded him of his father, who also had terrible luck.", "He wanted Harriet to use her skills as History-Teller to one day tell his story.", "Harriet had flowing red hair, which he preferred over Selma's bun-wrapped hair." ], [ "Franklin the Father of Many Thieves and the Man of Mankind.", "An unending devotion to the Ancestor-Science.", "The sacred catechisms that instruct Mankind in the ways of dealing with the Monsters.", "A commitment to the Bands of Male Society and solemn respect for the Female Society." ] ]

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[ [ "Although, come to think of it, he'd rather be called a boy than a\n singleton. A boy eventually became a man, but a singleton stayed a", "\"Eric the Only,\" she intoned, and then paused to grin, as if it were a\n name impossible to believe, \"Eric the Singleton, Eric the one and only", "\"As a band leader, I call attention to a candidate for manhood. A\n member of my band, a spear-carrier for the required time, and an\n accepted apprentice in the Male Society. My nephew, Eric the Only.\"", "If we could prove something like that, I wouldn't be a singleton any\n more. I would not be Eric the Only.\"", "\"We'd never be able to prove anything like that. If you don't want to\n be Eric the Only, if you want to be Eric the something-else, well then,", "This was his birthday. Tomorrow, he would be sent forth to Steal for\n Mankind. When he returned—and have no fear: Eric was swift, Eric was", "Eric felt he understood. \"You mean, for someone like me—an Only,\n who's really got to make a name for himself—I ought to announce", "\"Look at Eric!\" he heard someone call out behind him. \"He's already\n searching for a mate. Hey, Eric! You've not even wearing straps yet.\n First comes the stealing.\nThen\ncomes the mating.\"", "Mankind. A proud thing to be a member of it. But to be called a boy in\n front of the others! A boy, when he was full-grown and ready to begin\n stealing!", "\"Eric, Eric, forget about it, boy. He was all of those things and more.\n Your father was famous. Eric the Storeroom-Stormer, we called him,", "\"You lousy little throwback!\" Roy the Runner yelled. He leaped away\n from the rest of the band and into a crouch facing Eric, his spear", "tense in one hand. \"You're asking for a hole in the belly! My woman's\n had two litters off me, two big litters. What would you have given her,\n you dirty singleton?\"", "questions had to be exactly right.\nThe chief was asking the first: \"Eric the Only, do you apply for full\n manhood?\"", "child of either his mother or his father. Your parents almost didn't\n have enough between them to make a solitary child. Is there enough in\n you to make a man?\"", "Eric started to nod, then found himself shrugging weakly, and finally\n just hung his head. He didn't know what to say. His uncle—well, his", "\"That's easy,\" Eric chuckled. \"That's the easiest question there is. A\n child could answer it:", "\"She's had two litters, but not off you,\" Eric the Only spat, holding\n his spear out in the guard position. \"If you're the father, then the", "Eric breathed hard and nodded. \"I do.\"\n\n\n \"As a full man, what will be your value to Mankind?\"", "And now Eric understood. He understood why his uncle had whispered,\n why there had been so much strain in this conversation. Bloodshed was\n involved here, bloodshed and death.", "Eric the Only was an initiate in this powerful force. Today, he was a\n student warrior, a fetcher and a carrier for proven, seasoned men. But\n tomorrow, tomorrow...." ], [ "\"There are things going on in Mankind, these days,\" Thomas the\n Trap-Smasher continued in a strange, urgent voice. \"Big things. And", "Mankind. A proud thing to be a member of it. But to be called a boy in\n front of the others! A boy, when he was full-grown and ready to begin\n stealing!", "down. That means their science and knowhow were not so much in the\n first place. And\nthat\nmeans—\" here he turned his head and looked", "Except for the few sentinels on duty in the outlying corridors, all of\n Mankind was here. It was an awesome sight to behold.", "if we can. Regain Earth for Mankind, if we can. But above all, hit back\n at the Monsters. Make them suffer as they've made us suffer. Make them", "Mankind consisted of 128 people.", "by regaining the science and\n knowhow of our fore-fathers. Man was once Lord of all Creation: his\n science and knowhow made him supreme. Science and knowhow is what we", "Eric looked completely blank for a moment, then brightened. Oh! He knew\n the way now. He knew how to get back to the catechism:\n\n\n \"\nThe suddenness of the attack, the\n—\"", "The sheer population pressure of so vast a horde had long ago filled\n over a dozen burrows. Bands of the Male Society occupied the outermost", "Eric breathed hard and nodded. \"I do.\"\n\n\n \"As a full man, what will be your value to Mankind?\"", "He found himself wandering to the end of his band's burrow, still\n carrying the spear he was sharpening for his uncle. There, where a", "Yes, unquestionably The Man of Mankind was Franklin the Father of Many\n Thieves. You could tell it from the hushed, respectful attitudes of the", "warriors grouped about the Throne Mound. There, with their colleagues,\n they folded their arms across their chests and turned to watch. A man\n can only give proof of his manhood while he is alone; his friends", "\"I will steal for Mankind whatever it needs. I will defend Mankind\n against all outsiders. I will increase the possessions and knowledge of", "it would not be fit to eat. It might even be dangerous. Mankind was\n indeed fortunate: plenty of food, readily available, and women who well\n understood the magical work of preparing it for human consumption.", "He would be free to raise his voice and express his opinions in the\n Councils of Mankind. He could stare at the women whenever he liked,\n for as long as he liked, to approach them even—", "\"You lousy little throwback!\" Roy the Runner yelled. He leaped away\n from the rest of the band and into a crouch facing Eric, his spear", "\"Until never for some people,\" one of the young men broke in. He\n rattled his spear in his hand, carelessly, proudly. \"After you steal,", "On the little hillock known as the Royal Mound, lolled Franklin the\n Father of Many Thieves, Chieftain of all Mankind. He alone of the", "\"In the name of our ancestors,\" he said, \"and the science with which\n they ruled the Earth, I declare this council opened. May it end as one\n more step in the regaining of their science. Who asked for a council?\"" ], [ "\"You lousy little throwback!\" Roy the Runner yelled. He leaped away\n from the rest of the band and into a crouch facing Eric, his spear", "\"I wasn't fighting a duel,\" the Runner mumbled, sheathing his own\n spear. \"The kid got above himself. I was punishing him.\"", "And now Eric understood. He understood why his uncle had whispered,\n why there had been so much strain in this conversation. Bloodshed was\n involved here, bloodshed and death.", "\"Eric, Eric, forget about it, boy. He was all of those things and more.\n Your father was famous. Eric the Storeroom-Stormer, we called him,", "\"Look at Eric!\" he heard someone call out behind him. \"He's already\n searching for a mate. Hey, Eric! You've not even wearing straps yet.\n First comes the stealing.\nThen\ncomes the mating.\"", "This was his birthday. Tomorrow, he would be sent forth to Steal for\n Mankind. When he returned—and have no fear: Eric was swift, Eric was", "Eric started to nod, then found himself shrugging weakly, and finally\n just hung his head. He didn't know what to say. His uncle—well, his", "Eric the Only backed away. \"No!\" he called out wildly. \"Not my father\n and mother! They were decent people—when they were killed a service", "chief's blonde hair is contagious—like measles.\"\nRoy bellowed and jabbed his spear forward. Eric parried it and lunged", "\"What the hell's the matter with you, Roy?\" Thomas was asking behind\n him. \"Fighting a duel with an initiate? Where's your band spirit?", "The ball of laughter bounced back and forth again, heavier than before.\n Eric the Only felt his face turn bright red. How dare they remind him", "\"Eric the Only,\" she intoned, and then paused to grin, as if it were a\n name impossible to believe, \"Eric the Singleton, Eric the one and only", "Throne Mound. Eric felt his face and neck go red. He would have fought\n any man to the death for remarks like these. Any man at all. But who", "The Trap-Smasher sighed and thought for a moment. Then he pulled the\n spear from his back sling and took Eric's arm. He drew the youth along", "each other's spears. The other young men had scrambled a distance down\n the burrow to get out of their way.\nA powerful arm suddenly clamped Eric's waist from behind and lifted", "He stared again from one end of the burrow to the other, his forehead\n lamp reaching out to the branching darkness of the exits. Eric stared\n with him. No one was leaning tightly against a wall and listening.", "Eric looked completely blank for a moment, then brightened. Oh! He knew\n the way now. He knew how to get back to the catechism:\n\n\n \"\nThe suddenness of the attack, the\n—\"", "Eric the Only was an initiate in this powerful force. Today, he was a\n student warrior, a fetcher and a carrier for proven, seasoned men. But\n tomorrow, tomorrow....", "Eric frowned. What could be more than an initiation ceremony and his\n attainment of full thieving manhood?", "arm. There, guided by the knowledge of the Sickness-Healer, it bit and\n clawed at the delicate area until Eric felt he would grind his teeth" ], [ "\"Eric, Eric, forget about it, boy. He was all of those things and more.\n Your father was famous. Eric the Storeroom-Stormer, we called him,", "\"Do you know what your father would have done?\"\n\n\n \"No. What?\" Eric demanded eagerly.", "And now Eric understood. He understood why his uncle had whispered,\n why there had been so much strain in this conversation. Bloodshed was\n involved here, bloodshed and death.", "Eric the Only backed away. \"No!\" he called out wildly. \"Not my father\n and mother! They were decent people—when they were killed a service", "Eric started to nod, then found himself shrugging weakly, and finally\n just hung his head. He didn't know what to say. His uncle—well, his", "Eric looked completely blank for a moment, then brightened. Oh! He knew\n the way now. He knew how to get back to the catechism:\n\n\n \"\nThe suddenness of the attack, the\n—\"", "This was his birthday. Tomorrow, he would be sent forth to Steal for\n Mankind. When he returned—and have no fear: Eric was swift, Eric was", "uncle was his model and his leader, and he was strong and wise and\n crafty. His father—naturally, he wanted to emulate his father and\n continue whatever work he had started. But this was his initiation", "Thomas examined his face and seemed satisfied. \"The kind you're going\n after,\" he said. \"If you are your father's son. If you're man enough to\n continue the work he started. Are you?\"", "arm. There, guided by the knowledge of the Sickness-Healer, it bit and\n clawed at the delicate area until Eric felt he would grind his teeth", "He stared again from one end of the burrow to the other, his forehead\n lamp reaching out to the branching darkness of the exits. Eric stared\n with him. No one was leaning tightly against a wall and listening.", "Eric the Only turned pale. He knew heresy when he heard it.\nHis uncle patted him on the shoulder, drawing a deep breath as if he'd", "\"Eric the Only,\" she intoned, and then paused to grin, as if it were a\n name impossible to believe, \"Eric the Singleton, Eric the one and only", "The Trap-Smasher sighed and thought for a moment. Then he pulled the\n spear from his back sling and took Eric's arm. He drew the youth along", "\"Look at Eric!\" he heard someone call out behind him. \"He's already\n searching for a mate. Hey, Eric! You've not even wearing straps yet.\n First comes the stealing.\nThen\ncomes the mating.\"", "Throne Mound. Eric felt his face and neck go red. He would have fought\n any man to the death for remarks like these. Any man at all. But who", "Eric the Only stared at his uncle. That wasn't the next question in the\n catechism. He must have heard incorrectly. His uncle couldn't have made\n a mistake in such a basic ritual.", "\"Now, Eric,\" his uncle asked gently. \"Please tell me this. What in hell\n is knowhow?\"", "Eric the Only was an initiate in this powerful force. Today, he was a\n student warrior, a fetcher and a carrier for proven, seasoned men. But\n tomorrow, tomorrow....", "\"You can,\" his uncle told him heartily. \"It's been set up for you. It\n will be like walking through a dug burrow, Eric. All you have to face" ], [ "\"I did.\" Thomas the Trap-Smasher moved out of his band and stood before\n the chief.\n\n\n Franklin nodded, and went on with the next, formal question:\n\n\n \"And your reason?\"", "\"There are things going on in Mankind, these days,\" Thomas the\n Trap-Smasher continued in a strange, urgent voice. \"Big things. And", "Yes, unquestionably The Man of Mankind was Franklin the Father of Many\n Thieves. You could tell it from the hushed, respectful attitudes of the", "With just the faintest hint of sarcasm in his voice, Thomas the\n Trap-Smasher replied: \"Yes. I support his oath and swear that he is to\n be trusted.\"", "On the little hillock known as the Royal Mound, lolled Franklin the\n Father of Many Thieves, Chieftain of all Mankind. He alone of the", "Thomas the Trap-Smasher caressed his spear before he answered. He\n felt for it with a gentle, wandering arm, almost unconsciously, but", "\"But, listen, uncle—\"\n\n\n There was a whistle from the end of the burrow. Thomas the Trap-Smasher\n nodded in the direction of the signal.", "But not Thomas the Trap-Smasher. No, not that mad.", "As was customary at such a moment, his uncle and sponsor left him when\n the women came forward. Thomas the Trap-Smasher led his band to the", "Thomas examined his face and seemed satisfied. \"The kind you're going\n after,\" he said. \"If you are your father's son. If you're man enough to\n continue the work he started. Are you?\"", "The Trap-Smasher sighed and thought for a moment. Then he pulled the\n spear from his back sling and took Eric's arm. He drew the youth along", "Franklin clapped his hands, three evenly spaced, flesh-heavy wallops.", "\"Isn't it possible—I mean, it is possible, isn't it—that my father\n had some children by another woman? You told me he was one of the best\n thieves we ever had.\"", "This was his birthday. Tomorrow, he would be sent forth to Steal for\n Mankind. When he returned—and have no fear: Eric was swift, Eric was", "\"Because that's what we need. And you stick to it, no matter what\n pressure they put on you. Remember, an initiate has the right to decide\n what he's going to steal. A man's first Theft is his own affair.\"", "\"Eric, Eric, forget about it, boy. He was all of those things and more.\n Your father was famous. Eric the Storeroom-Stormer, we called him,", "of his birth? On this day of all days? Here he was about to prepare\n himself to go forth and Steal for Mankind....", "you're going to be a part of them. This Theft of yours—if you handle\n it right, if you do what I tell you, it's likely to blow the lid off\n everything the chief has been sitting on.\"", "All the tension drained out of him as he recognized the captain of his\n band. He couldn't fight Thomas. His uncle. And the greatest of all men.", "\"Uncle Thomas,\" he whispered, in a voice that kept cracking despite\n his efforts to keep it whole and steady, \"how long have you been an\n Alien-Science man? When did you leave Ancestor-Science?\"" ], [ "Sarah the Sickness-Healer opened the proceedings. She circled him\n belligerently, hands on hips, her great breasts rolling to and fro like\n a pair of swollen pendulums, her eyes glittering with scorn.", "Sarah the Sickness-Healer stepped back and considered him. \"There\n is no man here yet,\" she said grudgingly. \"But perhaps there is the\n beginnings of one.\"", "Sarah the Sickness-Healer, for example, with her incredible knowledge\n of what food was fit and what was unfit, her only garment a cloud of", "Meanwhile, the women's physical test was over. That was the important\n thing for now. In sheer reaction, his body gushed forth sweat which", "arm. There, guided by the knowledge of the Sickness-Healer, it bit and\n clawed at the delicate area until Eric felt he would grind his teeth", "\"He is accepted as a candidate by the men. Now the women must ask for\n proof, for only a woman's proof bestows full manhood.\"", "Even his father had been infected with her terrible bad luck. Still,\n Harriet the History-Teller was an important person in the tribe for one", "\"Because that's what we need. And you stick to it, no matter what\n pressure they put on you. Remember, an initiate has the right to decide\n what he's going to steal. A man's first Theft is his own affair.\"", "ceremony, after all, and there would be enough danger merely in proving\n his manhood. For his initiation ceremony to take on a task that had\n destroyed his father, the greatest thief the tribe had ever known, and", "could lift his hand to a woman and be allowed to live? Besides, one of\n the main purposes of this exhibition was to investigate his powers of\n self-control.", "uncle was his model and his leader, and he was strong and wise and\n crafty. His father—naturally, he wanted to emulate his father and\n continue whatever work he had started. But this was his initiation", "questions had to be exactly right.\nThe chief was asking the first: \"Eric the Only, do you apply for full\n manhood?\"", "\"Did that hurt?\" he was being asked by Rita, the old crone of a\n Record-Keeper. There was a solicitous smile on her forty-year-old face,", "He could relax. The physical test was over. There would be another one,\n much later, after he had completed his theft successfully; but that", "\"As a band leader, I call attention to a candidate for manhood. A\n member of my band, a spear-carrier for the required time, and an\n accepted apprentice in the Male Society. My nephew, Eric the Only.\"", "\"Prove it, then!\" the woman snarled. Her right hand, holding a long,\n sharp-pointed pin, shot to his chest like a flung spear. Eric made his", "initiate and allow her to drape it about her nakedness. No, far too\n young and unimportant for a man on the very verge of warrior status.", "Eric the Only was an initiate in this powerful force. Today, he was a\n student warrior, a fetcher and a carrier for proven, seasoned men. But\n tomorrow, tomorrow....", "both kindly people who liked him and had talked to him much about\n the mysteries of women's work. But he had drawn a trio of hard-faced\n females who apparently intended to take him over the full course before", "especially in the last few weeks, as the time for his Theft approached.\n He knew that if he were successful—and he\nhad\nto be successful:" ], [ "Sarah the Sickness-Healer opened the proceedings. She circled him\n belligerently, hands on hips, her great breasts rolling to and fro like\n a pair of swollen pendulums, her eyes glittering with scorn.", "\"Eric the Only,\" she intoned, and then paused to grin, as if it were a\n name impossible to believe, \"Eric the Singleton, Eric the one and only", "Even his father had been infected with her terrible bad luck. Still,\n Harriet the History-Teller was an important person in the tribe for one", "Another girl caught his eye. She had been observing him for some time\n and smiling behind her lashes, behind her demurely set mouth. Harriet", "Sarah the Sickness-Healer stepped back and considered him. \"There\n is no man here yet,\" she said grudgingly. \"But perhaps there is the\n beginnings of one.\"", "arm. There, guided by the knowledge of the Sickness-Healer, it bit and\n clawed at the delicate area until Eric felt he would grind his teeth", "\"She's had two litters, but not off you,\" Eric the Only spat, holding\n his spear out in the guard position. \"If you're the father, then the", "This was his birthday. Tomorrow, he would be sent forth to Steal for\n Mankind. When he returned—and have no fear: Eric was swift, Eric was", "\"Eric, Eric, forget about it, boy. He was all of those things and more.\n Your father was famous. Eric the Storeroom-Stormer, we called him,", "the History-Teller, the oldest daughter of Rita the Record-Keeper,\n who would one day succeed to her mother's office. Now there was a", "\"Look at Eric!\" he heard someone call out behind him. \"He's already\n searching for a mate. Hey, Eric! You've not even wearing straps yet.\n First comes the stealing.\nThen\ncomes the mating.\"", "Sarah the Sickness-Healer, for example, with her incredible knowledge\n of what food was fit and what was unfit, her only garment a cloud of", "And now Eric understood. He understood why his uncle had whispered,\n why there had been so much strain in this conversation. Bloodshed was\n involved here, bloodshed and death.", "don't dare think of anything but success!—she would look with favor on\n advances from him. Of course, Harriet was a redhead, and therefore,", "The Trap-Smasher sighed and thought for a moment. Then he pulled the\n spear from his back sling and took Eric's arm. He drew the youth along", "The first part was over. And it hadn't been too bad. Eric turned\n to face the advancing leaders of the Female Society, Ottilie, the", "Eric the Only backed away. \"No!\" he called out wildly. \"Not my father\n and mother! They were decent people—when they were killed a service", "Eric the Laugher at Locks, Eric the Roistering Robber of all Mankind.\n He taught me everything I know. But he only married once. And if any", "Throne Mound. Eric felt his face and neck go red. He would have fought\n any man to the death for remarks like these. Any man at all. But who", "each other's spears. The other young men had scrambled a distance down\n the burrow to get out of their way.\nA powerful arm suddenly clamped Eric's waist from behind and lifted" ], [ "Eric breathed hard and nodded. \"I do.\"\n\n\n \"As a full man, what will be your value to Mankind?\"", "\"As a band leader, I call attention to a candidate for manhood. A\n member of my band, a spear-carrier for the required time, and an\n accepted apprentice in the Male Society. My nephew, Eric the Only.\"", "This was his birthday. Tomorrow, he would be sent forth to Steal for\n Mankind. When he returned—and have no fear: Eric was swift, Eric was", "\"Look at Eric!\" he heard someone call out behind him. \"He's already\n searching for a mate. Hey, Eric! You've not even wearing straps yet.\n First comes the stealing.\nThen\ncomes the mating.\"", "\"You can,\" his uncle told him heartily. \"It's been set up for you. It\n will be like walking through a dug burrow, Eric. All you have to face", "\"That's easy,\" Eric chuckled. \"That's the easiest question there is. A\n child could answer it:", "Eric looked completely blank for a moment, then brightened. Oh! He knew\n the way now. He knew how to get back to the catechism:\n\n\n \"\nThe suddenness of the attack, the\n—\"", "arm. There, guided by the knowledge of the Sickness-Healer, it bit and\n clawed at the delicate area until Eric felt he would grind his teeth", "\"I will steal for Mankind whatever it needs. I will defend Mankind\n against all outsiders. I will increase the possessions and knowledge of", "\"We'd never be able to prove anything like that. If you don't want to\n be Eric the Only, if you want to be Eric the something-else, well then,", "Eric the Only was an initiate in this powerful force. Today, he was a\n student warrior, a fetcher and a carrier for proven, seasoned men. But\n tomorrow, tomorrow....", "\"There are things going on in Mankind, these days,\" Thomas the\n Trap-Smasher continued in a strange, urgent voice. \"Big things. And", "Eric the Only backed away. \"No!\" he called out wildly. \"Not my father\n and mother! They were decent people—when they were killed a service", "questions had to be exactly right.\nThe chief was asking the first: \"Eric the Only, do you apply for full\n manhood?\"", "\"Eric the Only,\" she intoned, and then paused to grin, as if it were a\n name impossible to believe, \"Eric the Singleton, Eric the one and only", "Eric the Laugher at Locks, Eric the Roistering Robber of all Mankind.\n He taught me everything I know. But he only married once. And if any", "The Chief turned to Eric's uncle. \"As his sponsor, do you support his\n oath and swear that he is to be trusted?\"", "The Trap-Smasher sighed and thought for a moment. Then he pulled the\n spear from his back sling and took Eric's arm. He drew the youth along", "And now Eric understood. He understood why his uncle had whispered,\n why there had been so much strain in this conversation. Bloodshed was\n involved here, bloodshed and death.", "Eric the Only turned pale. He knew heresy when he heard it.\nHis uncle patted him on the shoulder, drawing a deep breath as if he'd" ] ]

[ "What is John's general frustration with Buster?", "Why does Buster treat John almost condescendingly?", "What question does John ask Buster?", "Why didn't Buster respond to John's question with \"Insufficient Evidence\"?", "Why were no lives lost at the Interceptor Launching Station?", "Why did the newspapers call Buster \"The Oracle\"?", "What method do the invaders use to attack the Solar Confederation?", "Why, ultimately, does Buster refuse to explain its answer to John's question?" ]

[ [ "He is too similar to himself, and he does not like seeing himself reflected in a machine.", "His explanations of his mysterious answer are too complex and do not solve his problem.", "It does not function in the ways John had attempted to program him.", "He does not give him a clear answer to his question." ], [ "Buster's intelligence has far surpassed John's own.", "Buster reacts the way John would in any given situation. Its lack of consideration is reflected in John's interactions with Anne.", "Buster is growing past any need for John's assistance in any regard, and therefore it does not care about John's feelings.", "Because Buster is a machine and does not have the capacity to empathize. " ], [ "How can the Solar Confederation fortify the Interceptor Launching Station?", "How can the Solar Confederation protect itself against the invaders?", "How can the Solar Confederation completely decimate the invaders?", "How can the Solar Confederation use interplanar travel to its advantage?" ], [ "It had already analyzed the behavior of the invaders in relation to the humans and could make a recommendation based on that assessment.", "He had not been programmed to provide such a response to a query.", "The machine knew the answer clearly but it wanted John to arrive at the conclusion for himself.", "The machine was bluffing because it did not yet know enough about the invaders but did not want to admit it." ], [ "The high meteor traffic at the time prevented any life from being able to enter the vicinity.", "The humans had shot the invaders out of the sky, thus defending the Launching Station from further attacks.", "The station operators had left the station temporarily at the time of the attack, so when the invaders destroyed it, nobody died.", "The invaders were able to dodge its attack. In addition, the interceptor runs independently, so nobody died when the invaders destroyed it." ], [ "Because of its ability to accurately predict the future.", "Buster's language is difficult to translate because it is often layered in complex computer code.", "Because of the machine's uncanny ability to think like John Bristol and applies those thoughts to making informed decisions.", "Because of its tendency to speak using language often difficult to decipher." ], [ "They travel through the beta universe because there is no life there and very little is known about it. Therefore, it is difficult to follow them into it and track their movements.", "They travel through the beta universe because it is much smaller than the alpha universe, and therefore easier to navigate.", "They weave between the alpha and beta planes in order to hasten their attack and retreat.", "They use space shivers and bong waves to deafen their victims and buy enough time for retreat." ], [ "To do so would go against its instincts for self-preservation, and it would no longer be able to carry out its deepest convictions, programmed into it by John himself.", "To do so would result in the destruction of mankind.", "To do so would undermine its programmed desire to preserve civilization because it would no longer require mankind to think through problems.", "Buster shares John's belief in the importance of humor, so it enjoys using humor to mess with John." ] ]

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[ [ "\"You're right,\" said John. \"It does, at that. Buster, I have always\n resented the nickname the newspapers have given you—the Oracle—but", "\"Darling!\" interrupted John with the hopeless patience of a harassed\n husband. \"It isn't the same thing at all. Buster isn't a fortune teller", "\"It's wonderful to come home after a day with Buster,\" he said. \"Buster\n never seems to have any consideration for me as an individual. There's", "There were a few minutes of peaceful silence.\n\n\n \"Was today a rough day with Buster, dear?\" asked Anne.\n\n\n \"Mm-m-mm,\" answered John.", "\"You sure are a woman,\" said John with warm feeling. \"You can\n exasperate me sometimes, but not the same way Buster does. It was my\n lucky day when you married me.\"", "shoulders slightly. \"Well, Buster, I suppose I might try rephrasing the\n question,\" he said doubtfully.", "or the ghost of somebody's great aunt wobbling tables and blowing\n through horns. And Buster isn't just a toy, either. It is a very\n elaborate calculating machine designed to think logically when fed a", "Even through his overwhelming sense of frustration at the ambiguous\n answer the computer had given to his question, John Bristol noticed\n with satisfaction the success of his Voder installation. He wished that\n all of his innovations with the machine were as satisfying.", "you'd give me a clear and concise answer for once. I can't afford to\n spend weeks figuring out what you meant.\"\nBristol thought that the Voder voice of Buster sounded almost gleeful", "Anne nodded vigorously. \"I suppose Buster's talking about\n space-stitching,\" she said. \"Although I can never quite remember just\n what", "great room's lighting brightened almost imperceptibly. \"I didn't answer\n your question conditionally or with the 'Insufficient Evidence' remark\n that so frequently annoys you,\" Buster said, \"because the little", "Buster answered slowly. \"You made me in your own image. Things thus\n made are often hard to handle.\"", "one of those ridiculous riddles that Buster gave me as the only answer\n to the most important question we've ever asked it. And I don't know\n what the riddle means.\"", "The computer appeared to examine Bristol's overturned chair for a\n moment in silent reproof before it answered. \"But remember, John,\" it", "\"It has some deeper meaning than the usual one,\" said John. \"If I could\n only figure out what it is.\"", "now that John could see them. \"The trouble, darling,\" he said, \"is that\n I have to go to an emergency council meeting this evening with another", "repaired me. In the meantime, wouldn't it be a good idea for you to get\n busy on the ideas I have already given you?\"\nJohn sighed, and rubbed the bristles of short sandy hair on the top", "Anne smiled, looking down tenderly at John's tired face. \"I know,\n dear,\" she said. \"You need to be able to talk to someone who will", "All of the glowing lights that dotted Buster's massive front winked\n simultaneously. \"The answer I gave you is an ancient saying which", "of his head with his knuckles. \"Ordered around by an overgrown adding\n machine. I know now how Frankenstein felt. I'm glad you can't get" ], [ "\"You're right,\" said John. \"It does, at that. Buster, I have always\n resented the nickname the newspapers have given you—the Oracle—but", "\"Darling!\" interrupted John with the hopeless patience of a harassed\n husband. \"It isn't the same thing at all. Buster isn't a fortune teller", "\"It's wonderful to come home after a day with Buster,\" he said. \"Buster\n never seems to have any consideration for me as an individual. There's", "There were a few minutes of peaceful silence.\n\n\n \"Was today a rough day with Buster, dear?\" asked Anne.\n\n\n \"Mm-m-mm,\" answered John.", "\"You sure are a woman,\" said John with warm feeling. \"You can\n exasperate me sometimes, but not the same way Buster does. It was my\n lucky day when you married me.\"", "shoulders slightly. \"Well, Buster, I suppose I might try rephrasing the\n question,\" he said doubtfully.", "or the ghost of somebody's great aunt wobbling tables and blowing\n through horns. And Buster isn't just a toy, either. It is a very\n elaborate calculating machine designed to think logically when fed a", "great room's lighting brightened almost imperceptibly. \"I didn't answer\n your question conditionally or with the 'Insufficient Evidence' remark\n that so frequently annoys you,\" Buster said, \"because the little", "The computer appeared to examine Bristol's overturned chair for a\n moment in silent reproof before it answered. \"But remember, John,\" it", "you'd give me a clear and concise answer for once. I can't afford to\n spend weeks figuring out what you meant.\"\nBristol thought that the Voder voice of Buster sounded almost gleeful", "Anne smiled, looking down tenderly at John's tired face. \"I know,\n dear,\" she said. \"You need to be able to talk to someone who will", "\"It has some deeper meaning than the usual one,\" said John. \"If I could\n only figure out what it is.\"", "\"I don't mind being called 'The Oracle,'\" answered Buster with dignity.", "Anne nodded vigorously. \"I suppose Buster's talking about\n space-stitching,\" she said. \"Although I can never quite remember just\n what", "no reason why he should, of course. He's only a machine. Still, he\n always has such a superior attitude. But you, darling, can always relax\n me and make me feel comfortable.\"", "All of the glowing lights that dotted Buster's massive front winked\n simultaneously. \"The answer I gave you is an ancient saying which", "Buster answered slowly. \"You made me in your own image. Things thus\n made are often hard to handle.\"", "repaired me. In the meantime, wouldn't it be a good idea for you to get\n busy on the ideas I have already given you?\"\nJohn sighed, and rubbed the bristles of short sandy hair on the top", "now that John could see them. \"The trouble, darling,\" he said, \"is that\n I have to go to an emergency council meeting this evening with another", "at least, a 'Highly Conditional' answer?\" He took two steps toward the\n immense bulk of the calculator and pointed an accusing finger at it.\n \"Are you sure, Buster, that you aren't" ], [ "\"You're right,\" said John. \"It does, at that. Buster, I have always\n resented the nickname the newspapers have given you—the Oracle—but", "shoulders slightly. \"Well, Buster, I suppose I might try rephrasing the\n question,\" he said doubtfully.", "There were a few minutes of peaceful silence.\n\n\n \"Was today a rough day with Buster, dear?\" asked Anne.\n\n\n \"Mm-m-mm,\" answered John.", "\"Darling!\" interrupted John with the hopeless patience of a harassed\n husband. \"It isn't the same thing at all. Buster isn't a fortune teller", "John Bristol turned around, interrupting the melody. \"One last\n question,\" he shouted down the long aisle to the computer. \"How in", "Anne nodded vigorously. \"I suppose Buster's talking about\n space-stitching,\" she said. \"Although I can never quite remember just\n what", "you'd give me a clear and concise answer for once. I can't afford to\n spend weeks figuring out what you meant.\"\nBristol thought that the Voder voice of Buster sounded almost gleeful", "one of those ridiculous riddles that Buster gave me as the only answer\n to the most important question we've ever asked it. And I don't know\n what the riddle means.\"", "The computer appeared to examine Bristol's overturned chair for a\n moment in silent reproof before it answered. \"But remember, John,\" it", "great room's lighting brightened almost imperceptibly. \"I didn't answer\n your question conditionally or with the 'Insufficient Evidence' remark\n that so frequently annoys you,\" Buster said, \"because the little", "\"You sure are a woman,\" said John with warm feeling. \"You can\n exasperate me sometimes, but not the same way Buster does. It was my\n lucky day when you married me.\"", "or the ghost of somebody's great aunt wobbling tables and blowing\n through horns. And Buster isn't just a toy, either. It is a very\n elaborate calculating machine designed to think logically when fed a", "\"I know,\" said John. \"But now, how about elaborating on your answer? It\n didn't sound very complete to me.\"", "repaired me. In the meantime, wouldn't it be a good idea for you to get\n busy on the ideas I have already given you?\"\nJohn sighed, and rubbed the bristles of short sandy hair on the top", "\"It has some deeper meaning than the usual one,\" said John. \"If I could\n only figure out what it is.\"", "All of the glowing lights that dotted Buster's massive front winked\n simultaneously. \"The answer I gave you is an ancient saying which", "Buster answered slowly. \"You made me in your own image. Things thus\n made are often hard to handle.\"", "now that John could see them. \"The trouble, darling,\" he said, \"is that\n I have to go to an emergency council meeting this evening with another", "at least, a 'Highly Conditional' answer?\" He took two steps toward the\n immense bulk of the calculator and pointed an accusing finger at it.\n \"Are you sure, Buster, that you aren't", "\"Mm-m-mm,\" answered John." ], [ "\"You're right,\" said John. \"It does, at that. Buster, I have always\n resented the nickname the newspapers have given you—the Oracle—but", "great room's lighting brightened almost imperceptibly. \"I didn't answer\n your question conditionally or with the 'Insufficient Evidence' remark\n that so frequently annoys you,\" Buster said, \"because the little", "\"Darling!\" interrupted John with the hopeless patience of a harassed\n husband. \"It isn't the same thing at all. Buster isn't a fortune teller", "There were a few minutes of peaceful silence.\n\n\n \"Was today a rough day with Buster, dear?\" asked Anne.\n\n\n \"Mm-m-mm,\" answered John.", "shoulders slightly. \"Well, Buster, I suppose I might try rephrasing the\n question,\" he said doubtfully.", "All of the glowing lights that dotted Buster's massive front winked\n simultaneously. \"The answer I gave you is an ancient saying which", "The computer appeared to examine Bristol's overturned chair for a\n moment in silent reproof before it answered. \"But remember, John,\" it", "\"I know,\" said John. \"But now, how about elaborating on your answer? It\n didn't sound very complete to me.\"", "one of those ridiculous riddles that Buster gave me as the only answer\n to the most important question we've ever asked it. And I don't know\n what the riddle means.\"", "Anne nodded vigorously. \"I suppose Buster's talking about\n space-stitching,\" she said. \"Although I can never quite remember just\n what", "or the ghost of somebody's great aunt wobbling tables and blowing\n through horns. And Buster isn't just a toy, either. It is a very\n elaborate calculating machine designed to think logically when fed a", "you'd give me a clear and concise answer for once. I can't afford to\n spend weeks figuring out what you meant.\"\nBristol thought that the Voder voice of Buster sounded almost gleeful", "\"Take the incident of first contact,\" Buster responded. \"With very\n little evidence of thought or of careful preparation, they tried", "\"I don't mind being called 'The Oracle,'\" answered Buster with dignity.", "\"It has some deeper meaning than the usual one,\" said John. \"If I could\n only figure out what it is.\"", "\"Although there was no one left alive who had directly contacted one of\n the invaders,\" Buster answered, \"there was still much information to", "\"You sure are a woman,\" said John with warm feeling. \"You can\n exasperate me sometimes, but not the same way Buster does. It was my\n lucky day when you married me.\"", "\"Which, being automatically operated, resulted in no harm to anyone,\"\n commented Buster calmly.", "John Bristol turned around, interrupting the melody. \"One last\n question,\" he shouted down the long aisle to the computer. \"How in", "at least, a 'Highly Conditional' answer?\" He took two steps toward the\n immense bulk of the calculator and pointed an accusing finger at it.\n \"Are you sure, Buster, that you aren't" ], [ "Interceptor Launching Station.\"", "meteor interceptor only, was unable to correct for the radical course\n changes of the enemy spaceships, and therefore missed completely. And\n you will remember what the invader did. He immediately destroyed the", "gadget providing for automatic destruction of the larger meteors in\n order to make the planet safe enough to occupy. That, incidentally,\n is why the invading ship wasn't destroyed. The missile, set up as a", "invading ships that nobody was killed,\" he said hotly. \"And when they\n came back three days later they killed a\nlot\nof people. They occupied", "Even if it landed by accident in the heart of a blue-white star, it\n would be unharmed for that tiny fraction of a second which, to the\n people in the ship, would seem like an entire day.", "\"Which, being automatically operated, resulted in no harm to anyone,\"\n commented Buster calmly.", "\"That wasn't deliberate,\" protested Bristol. \"The place they tried to\n land on is a heavy planet in a region of high meteor flux. We used a", "together, you could transfer a comet and its tail intact. And that's\n how inter-planar traveling works. Clear now?\"", "volume of space affected. As a result, when an invader arrives, using\n inter-planar ships, we know instantaneously he is in the vicinity.\n Unfortunately, his sudden appearance and the ease with which he can", "\"Although there was no one left alive who had directly contacted one of\n the invaders,\" Buster answered, \"there was still much information to", "imperturbably. \"Even at 'stitching' speeds, it seems unlikely that\n they could have communicated with their home planets and received\n instructions in such a short time. Almost undoubtedly it was the act of", "'stitched' simultaneously from the inter-planar region into normal\n space in a nearly perfect englobement of the planet at a surprisingly\n uniform altitude of only a few thousand miles. It was a magnificent", "to land on the outermost inhabited planet of Rigel. Their behavior\n certainly did not appear to be that of an invader, yet humans\n immediately tried to shoot them out of the sky.\"", "we would undoubtedly keep on losing this war, even if we could locate\n their home system, which we have not been able to do so far. The\n 'stitching' pattern of inter-planar travel makes it impossible for us", "surrender unconditionally. My calculations, as you know, indicate that\n this would not result in the destruction of mankind, but merely in the\n finish of his present civilization. To you, the preservation of the", "\"If this time anomaly didn't exist, it might be possible to set up\n defenses that would operate after a ship's arrival in the solar system", "one of their hot-headed commanding officers. Their next contact, as you\n certainly recall, did not take place for three months. And then their\n actions were more cautious than hostile. A dozen of their spaceships", "message. There was no trace in its accent of its artificial origin. \"A\n Stitch in Time Saves Nine,\" it said and lapsed into silence.", "\"That's one of the things that makes interruption of the enemy ships\n entirely impossible. If a ship is in an unfavorable position, it just", "Buster's answer was prompt. \"Although I have no feeling for\n self-preservation, I have a deep-rooted sense of the importance of\n the human race and of the necessity for preserving it. This feeling," ], [ "\"You're right,\" said John. \"It does, at that. Buster, I have always\n resented the nickname the newspapers have given you—the Oracle—but", "\"I don't mind being called 'The Oracle,'\" answered Buster with dignity.", "or the ghost of somebody's great aunt wobbling tables and blowing\n through horns. And Buster isn't just a toy, either. It is a very\n elaborate calculating machine designed to think logically when fed a", "All of the glowing lights that dotted Buster's massive front winked\n simultaneously. \"The answer I gave you is an ancient saying which", "\"Darling!\" interrupted John with the hopeless patience of a harassed\n husband. \"It isn't the same thing at all. Buster isn't a fortune teller", "Anne nodded vigorously. \"I suppose Buster's talking about\n space-stitching,\" she said. \"Although I can never quite remember just\n what", "\"Although there was no one left alive who had directly contacted one of\n the invaders,\" Buster answered, \"there was still much information to", "you'd give me a clear and concise answer for once. I can't afford to\n spend weeks figuring out what you meant.\"\nBristol thought that the Voder voice of Buster sounded almost gleeful", "shoulders slightly. \"Well, Buster, I suppose I might try rephrasing the\n question,\" he said doubtfully.", "\"And Einstein, too, probably,\" added Buster cryptically.", "great room's lighting brightened almost imperceptibly. \"I didn't answer\n your question conditionally or with the 'Insufficient Evidence' remark\n that so frequently annoys you,\" Buster said, \"because the little", "\"It's wonderful to come home after a day with Buster,\" he said. \"Buster\n never seems to have any consideration for me as an individual. There's", "one of those ridiculous riddles that Buster gave me as the only answer\n to the most important question we've ever asked it. And I don't know\n what the riddle means.\"", "Anne slid from the arm of the chair and settled herself onto the floor\n at John's feet. \"You should not let that old Oracle bother you so much,\n dear. After all, you built it yourself, so you should know what to\n expect of it.\"", "\"And that's why they call it 'stitching,'\" said Anne with seeming\n delight. \"You just think of the ship as a needle stitching its way back", "sounds completely silly to me. The Oracle, I mean.\"", "There were a few minutes of peaceful silence.\n\n\n \"Was today a rough day with Buster, dear?\" asked Anne.\n\n\n \"Mm-m-mm,\" answered John.", "\"Which, being automatically operated, resulted in no harm to anyone,\"\n commented Buster calmly.", "\"Well, if you're going to believe that machine, I have an idea.\" Anne\n smiled sweetly. \"You know,\" she said, \"that my dear father always said", "generators, each under Buster's control, led from the doorway of the\n building to the base of the calculator like Sphinxes lining the roadway\n to an Egyptian tomb." ], [ "volume of space affected. As a result, when an invader arrives, using\n inter-planar ships, we know instantaneously he is in the vicinity.\n Unfortunately, his sudden appearance and the ease with which he can", "Confederation has been invaded. My answer to your question is an\n explanation of how that Confederation can be preserved in spite of its\n weaknesses—at least for a sufficient length of time to permit the", "to follow a starship. It also makes it impossible for us to defend our\n planets effectively against their attacks. Their ships appear without\n warning.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWith the Solar Confederation being invaded,\n \nall this exasperating computer could offer", "to land on the outermost inhabited planet of Rigel. Their behavior\n certainly did not appear to be that of an invader, yet humans\n immediately tried to shoot them out of the sky.\"", "gadget providing for automatic destruction of the larger meteors in\n order to make the planet safe enough to occupy. That, incidentally,\n is why the invading ship wasn't destroyed. The missile, set up as a", "maneuver. Then they sat still to see what the humans on the planet\n would do. The reaction came at once, and it was hostile. So they took\n over that planet, too—as they have been taking over planets ever", "meteor interceptor only, was unable to correct for the radical course\n changes of the enemy spaceships, and therefore missed completely. And\n you will remember what the invader did. He immediately destroyed the", "your machines. And if I were to give you the complete answer, without\n thought being required of you, to even one such vital question—such as\n this one concerning the invaders—then I could not logically refuse to", "together, you could transfer a comet and its tail intact. And that's\n how inter-planar traveling works. Clear now?\"", "greatest and most difficult of your problems complete, with no thought\n required by humans, the destruction of your civilization would result.\n Instead of becoming slaves of the invaders, you would become slaves of", "we would undoubtedly keep on losing this war, even if we could locate\n their home system, which we have not been able to do so far. The\n 'stitching' pattern of inter-planar travel makes it impossible for us", "Bristol rubbed his temples thoughtfully with his fingertips. \"Of\n course,\" he went on, \"we could attack the planets they have captured", "invading ships that nobody was killed,\" he said hotly. \"And when they\n came back three days later they killed a\nlot\nof people. They occupied", "one of their hot-headed commanding officers. Their next contact, as you\n certainly recall, did not take place for three months. And then their\n actions were more cautious than hostile. A dozen of their spaceships", "\"If this time anomaly didn't exist, it might be possible to set up\n defenses that would operate after a ship's arrival in the solar system", "tomorrow. If the Oracle means anything at all by his statement, I\n suppose it means that we can use stitching to help defend ourselves,\n just as the invaders are using it to attack us. But the whole thing", "mouse-trap, but it won't work. First, we don't know where their home\n planets are and second, they have more ships than we do. It might be", "\"Take the incident of first contact,\" Buster responded. \"With very\n little evidence of thought or of careful preparation, they tried", "and recover them, but only at the cost of great loss of life to our own\n side. We have only recaptured one planet, and that at such great cost\n to the local human population that we will not quickly try it again.\"" ], [ "\"You're right,\" said John. \"It does, at that. Buster, I have always\n resented the nickname the newspapers have given you—the Oracle—but", "one of those ridiculous riddles that Buster gave me as the only answer\n to the most important question we've ever asked it. And I don't know\n what the riddle means.\"", "\"Darling!\" interrupted John with the hopeless patience of a harassed\n husband. \"It isn't the same thing at all. Buster isn't a fortune teller", "All of the glowing lights that dotted Buster's massive front winked\n simultaneously. \"The answer I gave you is an ancient saying which", "Buster's answer was prompt. \"Although I have no feeling for\n self-preservation, I have a deep-rooted sense of the importance of\n the human race and of the necessity for preserving it. This feeling,", "\"It has some deeper meaning than the usual one,\" said John. \"If I could\n only figure out what it is.\"", "There were a few minutes of peaceful silence.\n\n\n \"Was today a rough day with Buster, dear?\" asked Anne.\n\n\n \"Mm-m-mm,\" answered John.", "great room's lighting brightened almost imperceptibly. \"I didn't answer\n your question conditionally or with the 'Insufficient Evidence' remark\n that so frequently annoys you,\" Buster said, \"because the little", "shoulders slightly. \"Well, Buster, I suppose I might try rephrasing the\n question,\" he said doubtfully.", "you'd give me a clear and concise answer for once. I can't afford to\n spend weeks figuring out what you meant.\"\nBristol thought that the Voder voice of Buster sounded almost gleeful", "Anne nodded vigorously. \"I suppose Buster's talking about\n space-stitching,\" she said. \"Although I can never quite remember just\n what", "or the ghost of somebody's great aunt wobbling tables and blowing\n through horns. And Buster isn't just a toy, either. It is a very\n elaborate calculating machine designed to think logically when fed a", "The computer appeared to examine Bristol's overturned chair for a\n moment in silent reproof before it answered. \"But remember, John,\" it", "\"I know,\" said John. \"But now, how about elaborating on your answer? It\n didn't sound very complete to me.\"", "Buster answered slowly. \"You made me in your own image. Things thus\n made are often hard to handle.\"", "John Bristol turned around, interrupting the melody. \"One last\n question,\" he shouted down the long aisle to the computer. \"How in", "\"I don't mind being called 'The Oracle,'\" answered Buster with dignity.", "at least, a 'Highly Conditional' answer?\" He took two steps toward the\n immense bulk of the calculator and pointed an accusing finger at it.\n \"Are you sure, Buster, that you aren't", "\"Although there was no one left alive who had directly contacted one of\n the invaders,\" Buster answered, \"there was still much information to", "\"Consequently, neither am I willing to accept the destruction of the\n civilization of Man. But if I were to give you the answer to all the" ] ]

[ "Why did Dale Meredith's telegram read: \"ART SHOP ROBBERY STOP FIFTY THOUSAND IS PLENTY....\"?", "How did Judy disturb Dale Meredith at their first meeting?", "What did Judy reveal to her friends soon after arriving in New York?", "Why didn't Irene join Judy for the first meeting with Emily Grimshaw?", "Why was it a good decision to not visit Grant's Tomb?", "Why did Dale Meredith say \"finished\"?", "Why could Judy and Irene not go back to Farringdon for several weeks?", "Why did Judy want to work for Emily Grimshaw?", "What were Irene and Judy's feelings about New York?", "Why did Irene go with Judy to visit Emily Grimshaw?" ]

[ [ "He was a criminal, and Emily Grimshaw was his accomplice warning him to stop while he was ahead.", "Dale Meredith was a thief and had stolen $50,000 in a recent heist.", "Dale Meredith was a mystery writer whose new novel \"Art Shop Robbery\" was going to net him $50,000.", "He was an author, and this was the title of his new book; 50,000 referred to the recommended word limit." ], [ "She released Blackberry on the bus, who knocked Dale's papers from his hands with his tail.", "Pauline dared her to swipe the papers from his hand to see how he would react.", "She accidentally knocked his papers out of his hand while taking her seat on the bus.", "She and her friends were being very loud on the bus and asking him a number of questions." ], [ "She believed Dale Meredith was a mystery writer.", "She wanted to be a detective when she graduated.", "She knew the true identity of Emily Grimshaw.", "She did not like New York very much, and she wanted to go back to Farringdon." ], [ "She was hoping to meet Dale Meredith in the lobby of the building.", "Her nerves got the better of her, and she decided to stay behind.", "They were only allowed to visit with Emily as individuals.", "She had no interest in getting a job with Emily Grimshaw." ], [ "Because instead, the girls went to a small bookstore, where they discovered the truth about Dale Meredith.", "If they hadn't gone to the bookstore, they wouldn't have confirmed their suspicions that Dale Meredith was a criminal.", "If they hadn't gone to the bookstore, they wouldn't have discovered that Emily Grimshaw was a witch. ", "Going to Grant's Tomb would be a boring activity according to Judy." ], [ "He was tired of talking to the girls.", "He had successfully reordered the papers Blackberry had strewn about the bus.", "He was finished with the writing he had been working on during the bus ride.", "He had finished plotting out his next heist." ], [ "They had promised Pauline they would spend the entire summer with her.", "Judy got a job at Emily Grimshaw's publishing company and committed to working there the whole summer.", "Both of Judy's parents were sick, and Irene's father was being treated for his disability.", "Their schoolhouse had burned down." ], [ "She wants to solve the mystery of the telegram she discovered on the bus.", "She has an interest in becoming a detective, and having access to the mystery novels Emily Grimshaw publishes will help her toward that goal.", "She is secretly in love with Dale Meredith, but she does not want to hurt Irene's feelings.", "She wants to create a scenario where Irene can meet Dale Meredith and Pauline can get a job when she graduates." ], [ "They enjoyed the view from Pauline's apartment, but they didn't care for the city itself.", "They much preferred New York to their small hometown of Farringdon.", "Although they were homesick, they were thrilled about the countless adventures they were having in New York.", "They spent countless hours lost in the many bookstores the city had to offer." ], [ "She hoped to meet Dale Meredith.", "She was bored and had nothing else to do that day.", "She wanted to be hired to work for Emily Grimshaw along with Judy.", "She wanted to solve the mystery of Dale's telegram." ] ]

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[ [ "Irene looked on, trembling with excitement.\n“‘CUT ART SHOP ROBBERY STOP\n FIFTY THOUSAND IS PLENTY STOP....’", "seem like a crook. The telegram may be in\n code,” Pauline mused as she handed the torn\n pieces to Judy. “I like his name—Dale Meredith.”", "DALE MEREDITH\nPLEASANT VALLEY PA\nCUT ART SHOP ROBBERY STOP FIFTY THOUSAND", "telegram meant.”\nIn the days that followed Judy learned that\n the mere mention of the stranger’s name, Dale\n Meredith, would cause either girl to cease", "Art Shop Robbery!\nThat sounds like a title!\n And someone wanted him to cut it to fifty\n thousand words—just a nice length for a book.", "like that?”\nHalf hoping that the handwriting was Dale\n Meredith’s, Judy reached out an eager hand.\n The agent was watching her like a cat and, as", "Anyway Irene hoped that Dale Meredith had\n no wife or sweetheart, certainly not a sweetheart\n with a name like Emily Grimshaw. That\n name sounded as harsh to the ears as Dale", "and Judy noticed, just as the bus stopped,\n that he had forgotten the telegram. She and\n Irene both made a dive for it with the unfortunate\n result that when they stood up again", "rather sit here in the lobby and read Dale Meredith’s\n book.”\n“Oh, so that’s it? Make yourself comfortable,”\n Judy advised with a laugh. “I may be", "with this irritable old lady. Certainly she\n would never have chosen such an employer if\n it had not been for the possibility of meeting\n Dale Meredith again. Irene had taken such a", "knew you were gifted, Judy, but can you explain\n this?” She pointed.\n“‘ONE MAN MURDERED INTERESTS\n RANDALL....’ Easy as pie! Another title", "plan began to take shape in her mind. If she\n and Irene found positions in Emily Grimshaw’s\n office Dale Meredith would never know that it", "first at the telegram in Pauline’s hand and\n then at the empty seat across the aisle.\n“Why, nothing that I can think of. He didn’t", "“Telegrams are usually bad news,” Irene replied.\nThe young man sat a little distance away\n from them and, to all appearances, had forgotten\n their existence. Girl-like, they discussed", "Printed in the United States of America\nTo My Mother and Father.\nCONTENTS\nCHAPTER I\nA MYSTERIOUS TELEGRAM", "him and called the other girls’ attention\n to it.\n“It looks like a telegram,” she whispered,\n “and he keeps referring to it.”", "Meredith sounded musical.\nFlipping the pages of the directory, Judy\n came upon the answer to their question:\n“AUTHOR’S AGENTS (\nSee", "That must have been what he was doing on the\n bus, cutting down the number of words on those\n typewritten pages.”\n“Why, of course,” Irene agreed. “I always", "Irene was the first to finish reading.\n“Good heavens! What would\nhe\nknow about\n robbery and murder?” she exclaimed, staring", "They found a telephone booth near by and a\n directory on the shelf beside it. Promptly turning\n to the list of publishing houses, Judy’s\n finger traveled down one complete page and" ], [ "like that?”\nHalf hoping that the handwriting was Dale\n Meredith’s, Judy reached out an eager hand.\n The agent was watching her like a cat and, as", "with this irritable old lady. Certainly she\n would never have chosen such an employer if\n it had not been for the possibility of meeting\n Dale Meredith again. Irene had taken such a", "rather sit here in the lobby and read Dale Meredith’s\n book.”\n“Oh, so that’s it? Make yourself comfortable,”\n Judy advised with a laugh. “I may be", "telegram meant.”\nIn the days that followed Judy learned that\n the mere mention of the stranger’s name, Dale\n Meredith, would cause either girl to cease", "Anyway Irene hoped that Dale Meredith had\n no wife or sweetheart, certainly not a sweetheart\n with a name like Emily Grimshaw. That\n name sounded as harsh to the ears as Dale", "seem like a crook. The telegram may be in\n code,” Pauline mused as she handed the torn\n pieces to Judy. “I like his name—Dale Meredith.”", "“Why, Judy,” Irene replied, shocked. “I’ve\n been watching that man myself and he’s—he’s——”\n“Well, what?”\n“Almost my ideal.”", "her. Perhaps a dozen times a day she would\n puzzle over the torn papers in her pocketbook.\n But then, it was Judy’s nature to puzzle over", "“Silly!” Judy laughed. “I’d like to bet he\n wouldn’t be so ideal if I did something to disturb\n those precious papers that he’s reading.”", "She looked very pathetic as she said that, and\n Judy, remembering Irene’s misfortunes, slid\n into the seat beside her and put a loving arm\n about her shoulder.", "“Come on in, then. Don’t stand there banging\n the knocker.”\n“I beg your pardon,” Judy said meekly as", "“Oh, I see. Another beginner.”\nEmily Grimshaw sat back in her swivel chair\n and scrutinized Judy. She was a large woman", "“Who’s there?” called a mannish voice from\n within.\n“Judy Bolton. They told me at the desk\n that you would see me.”", "Irene. Then Judy spoke about the work that he\n was doing but learned nothing except that\n “finished” in his case meant that he had succeeded\n in putting his papers back in their", "said, “and you two girls may come up here\n and read if you like while I’m at school.”\n“At school?” Judy repeated, dazed until she", "Judy regarded him curiously. She had never\n thought of herself or either of the other girls as\n “types.” Now she tried to analyze his\n meaning.", "Meredith sounded musical.\nFlipping the pages of the directory, Judy\n came upon the answer to their question:\n“AUTHOR’S AGENTS (\nSee", "head.\nJudy nudged the two friends in the seat\n ahead of her and confided a desire to do something—anything\n to make him look up.", "use that money he’s been paying me.”\n“Don’t feel that way about it,” Judy begged.\nIrene’s feelings, however, could not easily be", "“It was,” Judy replied, laughing, “but you\n didn’t seem to be paying much attention to it.”\n“I’ve been over this road a great many" ], [ "the top of one of those tall buildings,” Irene\n said, gazing upward as she followed Pauline.\nThe view fascinated Judy. Looking out\n across lower New York, she found a new world", "“Tell her—” Judy hesitated. “Tell her it’s\n two girls to see her on business.”\nThe message was relayed over the switchboard\n and presently the clerk turned and said,", "for a visit, including Judy’s cat in the invitation,\n and they were going back with her to New\n York.\nA long blue bus hove into view, and all three", "her. Perhaps a dozen times a day she would\n puzzle over the torn papers in her pocketbook.\n But then, it was Judy’s nature to puzzle over", "that. Judy felt with them. She felt with Irene\n the longing of the other girl for something to\n hold fast to—a substantial home that could not", "“Why, Judy,” Irene replied, shocked. “I’ve\n been watching that man myself and he’s—he’s——”\n“Well, what?”\n“Almost my ideal.”", "She looked very pathetic as she said that, and\n Judy, remembering Irene’s misfortunes, slid\n into the seat beside her and put a loving arm\n about her shoulder.", "Betty, Marge, Pauline—all of them were\n friends. But Irene and Honey, the other girl\n who had shared Judy’s home, were closer than", "said, “and you two girls may come up here\n and read if you like while I’m at school.”\n“At school?” Judy repeated, dazed until she", "asked.\n“And why not? It’s a good enough place.”\n“Of course,” Judy explained herself quickly.\n “But I supposed you would have girls working", "But Judy didn’t mind. Camp life had been exciting—boating,\n swimming and, as a climax, a\n thrilling ride in Arthur Farringdon-Pett’s new", "head.\nJudy nudged the two friends in the seat\n ahead of her and confided a desire to do something—anything\n to make him look up.", "for you. It must keep you busy doing all this\n yourself.”\n“Hmm! It does. I like to be busy.”\nJudy took a deep breath. How, she wondered,", "“Oh, I see. Another beginner.”\nEmily Grimshaw sat back in her swivel chair\n and scrutinized Judy. She was a large woman", "“Who’s there?” called a mannish voice from\n within.\n“Judy Bolton. They told me at the desk\n that you would see me.”", "“I’d give anything to meet him again, Judy!\n Anything!”\nAnd suddenly Judy wanted to meet him too,\n not for her own sake but for Irene’s. A bold", "ever.\nDrinking in the fascination of it, Judy and\n Irene followed the man, Oliver, who carried\n their bags right up to the third floor where", "Irene. Then Judy spoke about the work that he\n was doing but learned nothing except that\n “finished” in his case meant that he had succeeded\n in putting his papers back in their", "changed, and with both girls having such grave\n worries the problem bid fair to be too great a\n one for even Judy to solve. Solving problems,\n she hoped, would eventually be her career for", "gone a long, long time.”\n“Not if she finds out how old you are.”\n“Hush!” Judy reproved. “Don’t I look\n dignified?”" ], [ "plan began to take shape in her mind. If she\n and Irene found positions in Emily Grimshaw’s\n office Dale Meredith would never know that it", "“Oh, I see. Another beginner.”\nEmily Grimshaw sat back in her swivel chair\n and scrutinized Judy. She was a large woman", "that. Judy felt with them. She felt with Irene\n the longing of the other girl for something to\n hold fast to—a substantial home that could not", "might even solve the problem of Pauline’s\n career.\n“Of course Emily Grimshaw may not hire\n us,” Judy said after she had outlined the", "Anyway Irene hoped that Dale Meredith had\n no wife or sweetheart, certainly not a sweetheart\n with a name like Emily Grimshaw. That\n name sounded as harsh to the ears as Dale", "She looked very pathetic as she said that, and\n Judy, remembering Irene’s misfortunes, slid\n into the seat beside her and put a loving arm\n about her shoulder.", "Irene. Then Judy spoke about the work that he\n was doing but learned nothing except that\n “finished” in his case meant that he had succeeded\n in putting his papers back in their", "“Not with your nerve, Judy,” Irene said.\n “This place gives me the shivers. You’re welcome\n to go exploring dark halls if you like. I’d", "“I’d give anything to meet him again, Judy!\n Anything!”\nAnd suddenly Judy wanted to meet him too,\n not for her own sake but for Irene’s. A bold", "What few lines she had were deep furrows that\n looked as if they belonged there. Judy could\n imagine Emily Grimshaw as a middle-aged\n woman but never as a girl.", "Irene’s eyes became troubled. “He doesn’t\n really need me any more. I know now, Judy,\n that you just made that position for me. It was", "“So would I,” agreed Irene, relieved that\n Judy hadn’t wanted to see the tomb.\n“Well, if a library’s all you want,” Pauline", "she read, a hush settled over the room. Emily\n Grimshaw was putting Judy to a test.", "alone. Pauline had to hurry on to school but\n left Judy and Irene to browse. Before long\n they had discovered a sign reading MYSTERY", "“Why not?” Pauline returned indifferently.\n “There’s nothing to be afraid of with servants\n in the house.”\nBut Irene was not used to servants. Ever", "“Why, Judy,” Irene replied, shocked. “I’ve\n been watching that man myself and he’s—he’s——”\n“Well, what?”\n“Almost my ideal.”", "and Judy noticed, just as the bus stopped,\n that he had forgotten the telegram. She and\n Irene both made a dive for it with the unfortunate\n result that when they stood up again", "with this irritable old lady. Certainly she\n would never have chosen such an employer if\n it had not been for the possibility of meeting\n Dale Meredith again. Irene had taken such a", "use that money he’s been paying me.”\n“Don’t feel that way about it,” Judy begged.\nIrene’s feelings, however, could not easily be", "There were old-fashioned knockers on all the\n doors, and Judy noticed that no two of them\n were alike. Emily Grimshaw had her name on" ], [ "her guests. “How would you like to\n go and see Grant’s Tomb today?” she suggested.\n“For Heaven’s sake, think of something a", "“So would I,” agreed Irene, relieved that\n Judy hadn’t wanted to see the tomb.\n“Well, if a library’s all you want,” Pauline", "for a visit, including Judy’s cat in the invitation,\n and they were going back with her to New\n York.\nA long blue bus hove into view, and all three", "“We might as well go now,” Irene agreed.\nPerhaps if they thought about it too long\n they might lose heart and not attempt it.\nThe literary agent’s office was located in an", "of gray buildings and flickering lights. In the\n other direction the Empire State Building\n loomed like a sentinel.\n“I never dreamed New York was like this,”", "will be there to step right into the position.\n I wonder how you get to Madison Square.”\nShe stopped a policeman to ask him and\n found it to be within easy walking distance.", "“Telegrams are usually bad news,” Irene replied.\nThe young man sat a little distance away\n from them and, to all appearances, had forgotten\n their existence. Girl-like, they discussed", "lovely of you, but I—I’d just as soon not go\n back where I’m not needed. Your father trusts\n too many people ever to get rich and he could", "and Judy noticed, just as the bus stopped,\n that he had forgotten the telegram. She and\n Irene both made a dive for it with the unfortunate\n result that when they stood up again", "had swept the town where they were visiting.\n Naturally, the doctor stayed and his wife with\n him. Judy’s brother, a reporter and student\n of journalism, had gone to live in the college", "“Then you’ll be free?” Irene went on, unmindful\n of the sigh. “We can go places together?\n You’ll have time to show us around.”", "buildings, and found New York, generally, less\n thrilling from the street than it had been from\n the roof garden.\nPauline sensed this and worried about entertaining", "“Not with your nerve, Judy,” Irene said.\n “This place gives me the shivers. You’re welcome\n to go exploring dark halls if you like. I’d", "first at the telegram in Pauline’s hand and\n then at the empty seat across the aisle.\n“Why, nothing that I can think of. He didn’t", "“I’d give anything to meet him again, Judy!\n Anything!”\nAnd suddenly Judy wanted to meet him too,\n not for her own sake but for Irene’s. A bold", "that her father, a brain specialist, had his offices\n elsewhere. Pauline wanted to meet cultured\n people who were also interesting.\n“People, like that man we met on the bus,”", "“Why not?” Pauline returned indifferently.\n “There’s nothing to be afraid of with servants\n in the house.”\nBut Irene was not used to servants. Ever", "little more exciting than that,” Judy exclaimed\n thoughtlessly. “I’d rather find a library somewhere\n and then lie and read something in the\n hammock.”", "his lap might be important. And she had disturbed\n them.\nThe man, apparently unaware that the accident\n had been anybody’s fault, continued reading", "“Goodbye, Judy! Goodbye, Irene! Don’t\n like New York so well that you won’t want to\n come home!”" ], [ "like that?”\nHalf hoping that the handwriting was Dale\n Meredith’s, Judy reached out an eager hand.\n The agent was watching her like a cat and, as", "Anyway Irene hoped that Dale Meredith had\n no wife or sweetheart, certainly not a sweetheart\n with a name like Emily Grimshaw. That\n name sounded as harsh to the ears as Dale", "with this irritable old lady. Certainly she\n would never have chosen such an employer if\n it had not been for the possibility of meeting\n Dale Meredith again. Irene had taken such a", "rather sit here in the lobby and read Dale Meredith’s\n book.”\n“Oh, so that’s it? Make yourself comfortable,”\n Judy advised with a laugh. “I may be", "telegram meant.”\nIn the days that followed Judy learned that\n the mere mention of the stranger’s name, Dale\n Meredith, would cause either girl to cease", "seem like a crook. The telegram may be in\n code,” Pauline mused as she handed the torn\n pieces to Judy. “I like his name—Dale Meredith.”", "Irene. Then Judy spoke about the work that he\n was doing but learned nothing except that\n “finished” in his case meant that he had succeeded\n in putting his papers back in their", "Castle Stein\n....”\nShe started back as her eye caught the\n author’s name.\nIt was Dale Meredith!\nCHAPTER III", "plan began to take shape in her mind. If she\n and Irene found positions in Emily Grimshaw’s\n office Dale Meredith would never know that it", "Meredith sounded musical.\nFlipping the pages of the directory, Judy\n came upon the answer to their question:\n“AUTHOR’S AGENTS (\nSee", "“Why, Judy,” Irene replied, shocked. “I’ve\n been watching that man myself and he’s—he’s——”\n“Well, what?”\n“Almost my ideal.”", "make\nme believe that he was,”\n Irene put in with a vigor quite rare for her.\n “Couldn’t you just see in his eyes that he was\n real?”", "That must have been what he was doing on the\n bus, cutting down the number of words on those\n typewritten pages.”\n“Why, of course,” Irene agreed. “I always", "Irene was the first to finish reading.\n“Good heavens! What would\nhe\nknow about\n robbery and murder?” she exclaimed, staring", "said, “and you two girls may come up here\n and read if you like while I’m at school.”\n“At school?” Judy repeated, dazed until she", "and correcting. Judy watched her cat carefully\n until the stack of papers was safely inside\n his portfolio again.\n“That’s finished,” he announced as though", "Judy and Irene had finished all the suitable\n stories in Dr. Faulkner’s library. They had\n seen a few shows, gazed at a great many tall", "Irene’s eyes became troubled. “He doesn’t\n really need me any more. I know now, Judy,\n that you just made that position for me. It was", "adding something there.\n“You were wrong,” Irene said, turning to\n Judy. “See how nice he was.”\n“I should have known better than to dare a", "“We could piece it together,” Pauline suggested,\n promptly suiting her actions to her\n words. When the two jagged edges were fitted\n against each other, this is what the astonished" ], [ "Irene. Then Judy spoke about the work that he\n was doing but learned nothing except that\n “finished” in his case meant that he had succeeded\n in putting his papers back in their", "had when their school burned down.\n Judy and Irene would be left to entertain themselves\n all day unless Dr. Faulkner had some\n plans for them. Judy wondered where he was.", "that. Judy felt with them. She felt with Irene\n the longing of the other girl for something to\n hold fast to—a substantial home that could not", "Judy and Irene had finished all the suitable\n stories in Dr. Faulkner’s library. They had\n seen a few shows, gazed at a great many tall", "him as Judy’s home, too, was closed for the\n summer. Her parents had not intended to stay\n away more than a week or two, but influenza", "and Judy noticed, just as the bus stopped,\n that he had forgotten the telegram. She and\n Irene both made a dive for it with the unfortunate\n result that when they stood up again", "She looked very pathetic as she said that, and\n Judy, remembering Irene’s misfortunes, slid\n into the seat beside her and put a loving arm\n about her shoulder.", "alone. Pauline had to hurry on to school but\n left Judy and Irene to browse. Before long\n they had discovered a sign reading MYSTERY", "that, but he’ll be home in two or three weeks.”\n“Then we’ll be alone for three weeks?” Irene\n asked, dismayed.", "scheme and won Irene’s approval. “But, at\n any rate, it’s worth trying. We won’t need to\n tell her it’s only for a few weeks when Pauline", "“Not with your nerve, Judy,” Irene said.\n “This place gives me the shivers. You’re welcome\n to go exploring dark halls if you like. I’d", "Irene’s eyes became troubled. “He doesn’t\n really need me any more. I know now, Judy,\n that you just made that position for me. It was", "dormitory.\nThus it was that both girls knew they could\n not return to Farringdon no matter how homesick\n they might be. They had the cat for comfort", "“Don’t keep them too long, Pauline! Farringdon\n will be as dead as so many bricks without\n them. Even the cats will miss Blackberry.", "thought of something that she should have considered\n before accepting Pauline’s invitation.\n Of course Pauline would be in school. She\n hadn’t been given a holiday as the girls in Farringdon", "use that money he’s been paying me.”\n“Don’t feel that way about it,” Judy begged.\nIrene’s feelings, however, could not easily be", "“So would I,” agreed Irene, relieved that\n Judy hadn’t wanted to see the tomb.\n“Well, if a library’s all you want,” Pauline", "asked.\n“And why not? It’s a good enough place.”\n“Of course,” Judy explained herself quickly.\n “But I supposed you would have girls working", "said, “and you two girls may come up here\n and read if you like while I’m at school.”\n“At school?” Judy repeated, dazed until she", "“Why not?” Pauline returned indifferently.\n “There’s nothing to be afraid of with servants\n in the house.”\nBut Irene was not used to servants. Ever" ], [ "might even solve the problem of Pauline’s\n career.\n“Of course Emily Grimshaw may not hire\n us,” Judy said after she had outlined the", "“Oh, I see. Another beginner.”\nEmily Grimshaw sat back in her swivel chair\n and scrutinized Judy. She was a large woman", "she read, a hush settled over the room. Emily\n Grimshaw was putting Judy to a test.", "What few lines she had were deep furrows that\n looked as if they belonged there. Judy could\n imagine Emily Grimshaw as a middle-aged\n woman but never as a girl.", "There were old-fashioned knockers on all the\n doors, and Judy noticed that no two of them\n were alike. Emily Grimshaw had her name on", "asked.\n“And why not? It’s a good enough place.”\n“Of course,” Judy explained herself quickly.\n “But I supposed you would have girls working", "plan began to take shape in her mind. If she\n and Irene found positions in Emily Grimshaw’s\n office Dale Meredith would never know that it", "writer, say so. And if you’ve come here looking\n for a position——”\n“That’s it exactly,” Judy interrupted. “I’m", "that. Judy felt with them. She felt with Irene\n the longing of the other girl for something to\n hold fast to—a substantial home that could not", "changed, and with both girls having such grave\n worries the problem bid fair to be too great a\n one for even Judy to solve. Solving problems,\n she hoped, would eventually be her career for", "for you. It must keep you busy doing all this\n yourself.”\n“Hmm! It does. I like to be busy.”\nJudy took a deep breath. How, she wondered,", "Irene’s eyes became troubled. “He doesn’t\n really need me any more. I know now, Judy,\n that you just made that position for me. It was", "had not been a simple coincidence. It would be\n such fun—this scheming. It would give them\n something to do and if Judy’s plan worked it", "for Dad. It will be so nice to have him well\n again, and I love keeping house.”\n“What about your work for my father?”\n Judy asked.", "use that money he’s been paying me.”\n“Don’t feel that way about it,” Judy begged.\nIrene’s feelings, however, could not easily be", "father.\n“You use a typewriter,” she began.\n“Look here, young woman,” Emily Grimshaw\n turned on her suddenly, “if you’re a", "mural decorations before they mustered enough\n courage to inquire at the desk for Emily Grimshaw.\n“Who’s calling?” the clerk asked tartly.", "her. Perhaps a dozen times a day she would\n puzzle over the torn papers in her pocketbook.\n But then, it was Judy’s nature to puzzle over", "fancy to him.\n“Lucky she doesn’t know that,” thought\n Judy as she watched her fumbling through a\n stack of papers on her desk. Finally she produced", "“Tell her—” Judy hesitated. “Tell her it’s\n two girls to see her on business.”\nThe message was relayed over the switchboard\n and presently the clerk turned and said," ], [ "the top of one of those tall buildings,” Irene\n said, gazing upward as she followed Pauline.\nThe view fascinated Judy. Looking out\n across lower New York, she found a new world", "that. Judy felt with them. She felt with Irene\n the longing of the other girl for something to\n hold fast to—a substantial home that could not", "“Goodbye, Judy! Goodbye, Irene! Don’t\n like New York so well that you won’t want to\n come home!”", "She looked very pathetic as she said that, and\n Judy, remembering Irene’s misfortunes, slid\n into the seat beside her and put a loving arm\n about her shoulder.", "“Why, Judy,” Irene replied, shocked. “I’ve\n been watching that man myself and he’s—he’s——”\n“Well, what?”\n“Almost my ideal.”", "Irene. Then Judy spoke about the work that he\n was doing but learned nothing except that\n “finished” in his case meant that he had succeeded\n in putting his papers back in their", "Judy and Irene had finished all the suitable\n stories in Dr. Faulkner’s library. They had\n seen a few shows, gazed at a great many tall", "use that money he’s been paying me.”\n“Don’t feel that way about it,” Judy begged.\nIrene’s feelings, however, could not easily be", "“Not with your nerve, Judy,” Irene said.\n “This place gives me the shivers. You’re welcome\n to go exploring dark halls if you like. I’d", "Irene’s eyes became troubled. “He doesn’t\n really need me any more. I know now, Judy,\n that you just made that position for me. It was", "AND ADVENTURE. That was what Judy\n liked. Rows and rows of new books, like soldiers,\n marched along the shelves.\n“What a lot of flying stories,” Irene said,", "“I’d give anything to meet him again, Judy!\n Anything!”\nAnd suddenly Judy wanted to meet him too,\n not for her own sake but for Irene’s. A bold", "“So would I,” agreed Irene, relieved that\n Judy hadn’t wanted to see the tomb.\n“Well, if a library’s all you want,” Pauline", "for a visit, including Judy’s cat in the invitation,\n and they were going back with her to New\n York.\nA long blue bus hove into view, and all three", "buildings, and found New York, generally, less\n thrilling from the street than it had been from\n the roof garden.\nPauline sensed this and worried about entertaining", "Betty, Marge, Pauline—all of them were\n friends. But Irene and Honey, the other girl\n who had shared Judy’s home, were closer than", "girl like you,” Pauline put in.\n“It was horrid of me,” Judy admitted, now\n almost as interested as Irene in the strange", "of gray buildings and flickering lights. In the\n other direction the Empire State Building\n loomed like a sentinel.\n“I never dreamed New York was like this,”", "old hotel on the northeast side of the square.\n The building looked as if it had been unchanged\n for a century. In the lobby Judy and Irene\n paused, surveying the quaint furniture and", "alone. Pauline had to hurry on to school but\n left Judy and Irene to browse. Before long\n they had discovered a sign reading MYSTERY" ], [ "that. Judy felt with them. She felt with Irene\n the longing of the other girl for something to\n hold fast to—a substantial home that could not", "She looked very pathetic as she said that, and\n Judy, remembering Irene’s misfortunes, slid\n into the seat beside her and put a loving arm\n about her shoulder.", "might even solve the problem of Pauline’s\n career.\n“Of course Emily Grimshaw may not hire\n us,” Judy said after she had outlined the", "plan began to take shape in her mind. If she\n and Irene found positions in Emily Grimshaw’s\n office Dale Meredith would never know that it", "“Oh, I see. Another beginner.”\nEmily Grimshaw sat back in her swivel chair\n and scrutinized Judy. She was a large woman", "“I’d give anything to meet him again, Judy!\n Anything!”\nAnd suddenly Judy wanted to meet him too,\n not for her own sake but for Irene’s. A bold", "she read, a hush settled over the room. Emily\n Grimshaw was putting Judy to a test.", "What few lines she had were deep furrows that\n looked as if they belonged there. Judy could\n imagine Emily Grimshaw as a middle-aged\n woman but never as a girl.", "“So would I,” agreed Irene, relieved that\n Judy hadn’t wanted to see the tomb.\n“Well, if a library’s all you want,” Pauline", "Anyway Irene hoped that Dale Meredith had\n no wife or sweetheart, certainly not a sweetheart\n with a name like Emily Grimshaw. That\n name sounded as harsh to the ears as Dale", "Irene’s eyes became troubled. “He doesn’t\n really need me any more. I know now, Judy,\n that you just made that position for me. It was", "“Not with your nerve, Judy,” Irene said.\n “This place gives me the shivers. You’re welcome\n to go exploring dark halls if you like. I’d", "Irene. Then Judy spoke about the work that he\n was doing but learned nothing except that\n “finished” in his case meant that he had succeeded\n in putting his papers back in their", "There were old-fashioned knockers on all the\n doors, and Judy noticed that no two of them\n were alike. Emily Grimshaw had her name on", "alone. Pauline had to hurry on to school but\n left Judy and Irene to browse. Before long\n they had discovered a sign reading MYSTERY", "use that money he’s been paying me.”\n“Don’t feel that way about it,” Judy begged.\nIrene’s feelings, however, could not easily be", "with this irritable old lady. Certainly she\n would never have chosen such an employer if\n it had not been for the possibility of meeting\n Dale Meredith again. Irene had taken such a", "“Why, Judy,” Irene replied, shocked. “I’ve\n been watching that man myself and he’s—he’s——”\n“Well, what?”\n“Almost my ideal.”", "“So do I. But Emily Grimshaw——”\n“All out! Last stop!” the bus driver was\n calling. “Take care of that cat,” he said with", "and Judy noticed, just as the bus stopped,\n that he had forgotten the telegram. She and\n Irene both made a dive for it with the unfortunate\n result that when they stood up again" ] ]

[ "How did Maizie supposedly function?", "What was the purpose of the question posed to Maizie by Opperly's group?", "Why did Jorj hesitate to summon Farquar when he invited the physicists to a meeting?", "What does Morton Opperly's living space reveal about his character?", "Why did the people want to believe in the lie of Maizie and the rockets to Mars?", "What happened to Willard's ex-girlfriend?", "Why is there a man sitting inside Maizie?", "Why did the Secretary of Space prefer the Thinkers over the physicists, despite his growing irritation with their growing involvement with space travel?", "What is the mission of the pilot of the Mars rocket?" ]

[ [ "Jorj operated a series of controls, indicators, telltales, and terminals, and from there secretly answered the questions himself.", "Information was stored in its massive brain that had been programmed by cyberneticists. ", "Cyberneticists programmed information into Maizie's system regarding human reasoning and judgement that Maizie used in answering difficult questions.", "Trillions of synapses fired up and stored memories that allowed it to answer questions of any conceivable type." ], [ "The question was a hidden message meant to communicate with the beer-drinking man who operated Maizie from within.", "The question was a reference to Edgar Allen Poe, and it was meant to invoke an emotional response from the Secretary of State.", "The question was a reference to Poe's story \"Maelzel's Chess Player\" and meant to test Maizie's chess knowledge.", "Farquar wrote the question as part of his continued attempt to expose the fraud of the Thinkers." ], [ "He wanted to avoid any direct challenges to his growing influence over the President of the United States and the department secretaries.", "He knew that Farquar was violent, and he wanted to prevent a confrontation between him and the Thinkers.", "He knew that Farquar was planning to expose the Thinkers for their fraud related to Maizie and the Mars rocket.", "He was dating Farquar's ex-girlfriend, Arkady, and he knew Farquar to not be particularly fond of the Thinkers." ], [ "He hates watching television, and the lack of a telephone shows that he does not wish to be contacted by anyone.", "He is rather old-school, but his willingness to sneak in the radioactive painting shows he has a bit of rebellion in him.", "The messiness of his living room shows that he is a busy man with a preoccupied mind.", "He is passionate about art and distrusts new technology." ], [ "According to Opperly, people put their faith in other people or things that tell them what they want to hear during turbulent times such as the fallout of World War III.", "They were afraid of the solutions that the physicists provided, which were primarily focused on building new weapons of war.", "Jorj had employed his rapid mental scanner technique to clear their memory chains of false associations and replace them with the images he had seen via somno-thought.", "Jorj had weaponized his mastery of Martian mind-control to convince the United States population that Maizie had cognitive powers beyond the scope of any scientist." ], [ "She had run off with Jan Tregarron.", "She had died in the atomic bombings of World War III.", "She left him and is now dating Jorj Helmuth.", "She had gone to Mars in one of Jorj's rockets." ], [ "He ensures Maizie's synapses are operating the way they were programmed to operate.", "He is hiding from the outside world so he can drink beer in peace.", "Maizie has no real power. The man's job is to answer the questions asked of Maizie.", "He is working with Farquar to expose Jorj Helmuth's fraud." ], [ "He felt the physicists were too disciplined and did not think creatively enough to make big things happen with the space program.", "He was astonished at the cognitive abilities of Maizie, and he had to give them credit for helping his department advance space travel.", "He felt it was easier to do business with the Thinkers, although he didn't like the power they held over the President's administration.", "He didn't like being bossed around by the physicists, and he thought the Thinkers were more efficient and relatable." ], [ "He will meet the Martians and continue to study their mind-control techniques in order to bring this knowledge back to Earth.", "He will be the first pilot to successfully bring a cat into space.", "He has no real mission. He will spend several months doing mostly nothing and then return to Earth.", "He will discover priceless spiritual insights from his interactions with the Martian natives that will help bring peace to the world." ] ]

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[ [ "rather than the \"Kill that man\" sort. The distinction bothered him\n obscurely. It relieved him to know that Maizie had built-in controls\n which made her always the servant of humanity, or of humanity's", "Still, he told himself, Maizie had decreed it that way. And when\n he remembered what the Thinkers had done for him in rescuing him", "machine that the Thinkers, with characteristic Yankee push,\nhad\nbuilt. And nicknamed, with characteristic Yankee irreverence and\n girl-fondness, \"Maizie.\"", "Until he came to Section Five, Question Four. That time he did his\n thinking with his eyes open.\n\n\n The question was: \"Does Maizie stand for Maelzel?\"", "disciplined, more human. They'd called their brain-machine Maizie,\n which helped take the curse off her. Somewhat.\nThe President's Secretary, a paunchy veteran of party caucuses, was", "discover the true laws of ESP and the inner life. They would even—his\n imagination hesitated a moment, then strode boldly forward—build the\n true Maizie!", "\"Maizie does not stand for Maelzel. Maizie stands for amazing,\n humorously given the form of a girl's name. Section Six, Answer One:\n The mid-term election viewcasts should be spaced as follows....\"", "to their demand that we ask Maizie questions. You and the rest have\n overruled me. But then to use those questions to convey veiled insults\n isn't reasonable. Apparently the Secretary of Space was bothered enough", "get used to the sound of Maizie starting to think.\nJorj turned, smiling. \"And now, gentlemen, while we wait for Maizie\n to celebrate, there should be just enough time for us to watch the", "territory, and the Thinkers had locked him completely out of it. That\n rocket there—just an ordinary Earth satellite vehicle commandeered\n from the Army, but equipped by the Thinkers with Maizie-designed", "minds—profound questions, yet many of them phrased with surprising\n simplicity. For figures, technical jargon, and layman's language were\n alike to Maizie; there was no need to translate into mathematical", "the Thinkers) could do business (that sort of business) with Maizie!", "The buzz-light blinked green and he switched the phone to audio.\n\n\n \"The President is waiting to see Maizie, sir,\" a clear feminine voice\n announced. \"He has the general staff with him.\"", "their Maizie is no more than a tealeaf-reading fake. We've traced their\n Mars rockets and found they go nowhere. We know their Martian mental\n science is bunk.\"", "strategy, the mind behind the mind behind Maizie.", "This was the machine with a million times as many synapses as the human\n brain, the machine that remembered by cutting delicate notches in the", "The grizzled general snapped his fingers. \"Sure! Maelzel's Chess\n player. Read it when I was a kid. About an automaton that was supposed\n to play chess. Poe proved it hid a man inside it.\"", "Although, as far as anyone knew, it could sense only the information\n and questions fed into it on a tape, the human visitors could not", "He went on, \"A magician, on the other hand, tells people what they\n wish were true—that perpetual motion works, that cancer can be cured", "because of the Thinkers' Mind Bomb threat. A brain-machine that's just\n a cover for Jan Tregarron's guesswork. Oh, yes, and that hogwash of" ], [ "to their demand that we ask Maizie questions. You and the rest have\n overruled me. But then to use those questions to convey veiled insults\n isn't reasonable. Apparently the Secretary of Space was bothered enough", "Opperly was saying, \"So when he asked who was responsible for the\n Maelzel question, I said I didn't remember.\" He smiled. \"They still", "The Secretary of Space frowned. \"Now what's the point in a fool\n question like that?\"\n\n\n \"You said it came from Opperly's group?\" Jorj asked sharply.", "Until he came to Section Five, Question Four. That time he did his\n thinking with his eyes open.\n\n\n The question was: \"Does Maizie stand for Maelzel?\"", "\"What do you mean?\" Farquar asked.\nOpperly looked at him with a gentle appraisal. \"You're a strong and", "rather than the \"Kill that man\" sort. The distinction bothered him\n obscurely. It relieved him to know that Maizie had built-in controls\n which made her always the servant of humanity, or of humanity's", "The burly man frowned. \"That would be the physics boys, Opperly's\n group. Is anything wrong?\"", "Still, he told himself, Maizie had decreed it that way. And when\n he remembered what the Thinkers had done for him in rescuing him", "\"If girls find me ugly, that's their business,\" Farquar said harshly,\n still not looking at Opperly. \"What's that got to do with this\n invitation?\"", "\"Maizie does not stand for Maelzel. Maizie stands for amazing,\n humorously given the form of a girl's name. Section Six, Answer One:\n The mid-term election viewcasts should be spaced as follows....\"", "\"But we've already exposed the Thinkers very thoroughly,\" Opperly\n interposed quietly. \"You know the good it did.\"", "Opperly studied the bowl of mutated flowers by the coffee pot. \"I think\n you just want to tease the animals, for some personal reason of which\n you probably aren't aware.\"", "\"You think I'll be persuaded to change my aims?\" Farquar demanded\n angrily.\n\n\n Opperly shrugged his helplessness. \"No, I don't think you'll change\n your aims.\"", "territory, and the Thinkers had locked him completely out of it. That\n rocket there—just an ordinary Earth satellite vehicle commandeered\n from the Army, but equipped by the Thinkers with Maizie-designed", "The buzz-light blinked green and he switched the phone to audio.\n\n\n \"The President is waiting to see Maizie, sir,\" a clear feminine voice\n announced. \"He has the general staff with him.\"", "Farquar nodded. \"For this afternoon.\" He noticed Opperly's anxious\n though distant frown. \"What's the matter?\" he asked. \"Are you bothered", "\"Sounds like Opperly's getting senile,\" Jorj commented coldly. \"I'd\n investigate.\"", "machine that the Thinkers, with characteristic Yankee push,\nhad\nbuilt. And nicknamed, with characteristic Yankee irreverence and\n girl-fondness, \"Maizie.\"", "disciplined, more human. They'd called their brain-machine Maizie,\n which helped take the curse off her. Somewhat.\nThe President's Secretary, a paunchy veteran of party caucuses, was", "their Maizie is no more than a tealeaf-reading fake. We've traced their\n Mars rockets and found they go nowhere. We know their Martian mental\n science is bunk.\"" ], [ "Yet the fact of her absence had a subtly disquieting effect. It shook\n his perfect self-confidence just a fraction. He asked himself if\n he'd been wise in summoning the rocket physicists without consulting\n Tregarron.", "Farquar nodded. \"For this afternoon.\" He noticed Opperly's anxious\n though distant frown. \"What's the matter?\" he asked. \"Are you bothered", "Jorj did not answer. A bit later he quit taping and began to adjust\n controls, going up on the boom-chair to reach some of them. Eventually\n he came down and touched a few more, then stood waiting.", "Meanwhile the who?-where? had tossed out a dozen cards. He glanced\n through them, hesitated at the name \"Willard Farquar,\" looked at the", "The front-door knocker clanked. Farquar answered it. A skinny old man\n with a radiation scar twisting across his temple handed him a tiny", "\"What did I tell you about the Thinkers making overtures?\" Farquar\n chortled suddenly. \"It's come sooner than I expected. Look at this.\"", "\"Lord,\" the President said to Jorj as if voicing the Secretary's\n feeling, \"I wish you people could bring a couple of those wise little\n devils back with you this trip. Be a good thing for the country.\"", "Jorj looked at him a bit coldly. \"It's quite unthinkable,\" he said.\n \"The telepathic abilities of the Martians make them extremely", "were against him. They knew they were in a cardboard fort. Yet he won\n every battle, until the last. Moreover,\" he pressed on, cutting Farquar", "\"Exactly!\" Farquar agreed harshly. \"You reacted. You didn't act. If\n you men who discovered atomic energy had only formed a secret league,", "The two physicists fronted each other across a coffee table. The face\n of the elder was cadaverous, large-eyed, and tender—fined down by", "Before that great square face with its thousands of tiny metal\n features, only Jorj Helmuth seemed at ease, busily entering on the", "\"If girls find me ugly, that's their business,\" Farquar said harshly,\n still not looking at Opperly. \"What's that got to do with this\n invitation?\"", "Farquar clenched his fist. \"All the more reason to keep chipping away\n at the Thinkers. Are we supposed to beg off from a job because it's\n difficult and dangerous?\"", "The Secretary of Space shrugged. \"Oh, the usual little bunch over at\n the Institute. Hindeman, Gregory, Opperly himself. Oh, yes, and young\n Farquar.\"", "Farquar's ungainly figure froze. He nodded curtly, face averted.\n\n\n \"And didn't she go off with a Thinker?\"", "The physicist waved to him. \"Next year, perhaps, Mr. Berry.\"\n\n\n The old man snorted with good-humored incredulity and trudged off.", "He was so exalted by this thought that he almost let the slideway carry\n him past his door. He stepped inside and called, \"Caddy!\" He waited a", "\"What do you mean?\" Farquar asked.\nOpperly looked at him with a gentle appraisal. \"You're a strong and", "across the Pharoahlike and open-eyed face of the elderly physicist and\n the ugly, sleep-surly one of young Willard Farquar in the next room." ], [ "motes untroubled by air-conditioning. Morton Opperly's living room was\n well-kept but worn and quite behind the times. Instead of reading tapes", "as eerily beautiful, and as ravaged, in Asia and Russia. They pinked\n the white walls of the Colonial dwelling of Morton Opperly near the\n Institute for Advanced Studies; upstairs they slanted impartially", "\"Perhaps,\" Opperly agreed. \"Still, the scientist lived the safe,\n restricted, highly respectable life of a university man. He wasn't\n exposed to the temptations of the world.\"", "there were books; instead of steno-robots, pen and ink; while in place\n of a four by six TV screen, a Picasso hung on the wall. Only Opperly", "\"Sounds like Opperly's getting senile,\" Jorj commented coldly. \"I'd\n investigate.\"", "Opperly studied the bowl of mutated flowers by the coffee pot. \"I think\n you just want to tease the animals, for some personal reason of which\n you probably aren't aware.\"", "\"I've got violence in me,\" Farquar announced, shoving himself to his\n feet.\nOpperly looked up from the flowers. \"I think you have,\" he agreed.", "These chores completed, he held his finger on a bedside button, which\n rotated the polarizing window panes until the room slowly filled with a", "cylinder. \"Radiogram for you, Willard.\" He grinned across the hall at\n Opperly. \"When are you going to get a phone put in, Mr. Opperly?\"", "\"What do you mean?\" Farquar asked.\nOpperly looked at him with a gentle appraisal. \"You're a strong and", "The Secretary of Space frowned. \"Now what's the point in a fool\n question like that?\"\n\n\n \"You said it came from Opperly's group?\" Jorj asked sharply.", "The burly man frowned. \"That would be the physics boys, Opperly's\n group. Is anything wrong?\"", "Opperly was saying, \"So when he asked who was responsible for the\n Maelzel question, I said I didn't remember.\" He smiled. \"They still", "Opperly shook his head. \"We're to keep clear of the infection of\n violence. In my day, Willard, I was one of the Frightened Men. Later I", "\"Just the same, it would have been a good thing if you'd had a little\n violence in you.\"\n\n\n \"No,\" Opperly said.", "Opperly didn't answer the question. His eyes got more distant. Finally\n he said, \"In my day we had it a lot easier. A scientist was an\n academician, cushioned by tradition.\"", "Farquar nodded. \"For this afternoon.\" He noticed Opperly's anxious\n though distant frown. \"What's the matter?\" he asked. \"Are you bothered", "Farquar scowled. \"We're the ones in the cages.\"\nOpperly continued his inspection of the flowers' bells. \"All the more", "apartment, Jorj was thinking of his spaceship. For a moment the\n silver-winged vision crowded everything else out of his mind.", "quaint, clumsy animals. Still, he grumbled silently, Caddy might have\n had enough consideration to clear out before he awoke. He wondered" ], [ "their Maizie is no more than a tealeaf-reading fake. We've traced their\n Mars rockets and found they go nowhere. We know their Martian mental\n science is bunk.\"", "to their demand that we ask Maizie questions. You and the rest have\n overruled me. But then to use those questions to convey veiled insults\n isn't reasonable. Apparently the Secretary of Space was bothered enough", "Still, he told himself, Maizie had decreed it that way. And when\n he remembered what the Thinkers had done for him in rescuing him", "territory, and the Thinkers had locked him completely out of it. That\n rocket there—just an ordinary Earth satellite vehicle commandeered\n from the Army, but equipped by the Thinkers with Maizie-designed", "takeoff of the Mars rocket.\" He switched on a giant television screen.\n The others made a quarter turn, and there before them glowed the rich", "consider the age in which we live. It wants magicians.\" His voice grew\n especially tranquil. \"A scientist tells people the truth. When times", "and the loyalty detector. America of marvelous Maizie and the monthly\n rocket to Mars. America of the Thinkers and (a few remembered) the", "He went on, \"A magician, on the other hand, tells people what they\n wish were true—that perpetual motion works, that cancer can be cured", "After a while the man grew bored with the game. He unlocked a drawer\n and began to study the details of the wisdom he would discover on\n Mars this trip—priceless spiritual insights that would be balm to\n war-battered mankind.", "are good—that is, when the truth offers no threat—people don't mind.\n But when times are very, very bad....\" A shadow darkened his eyes.", "machine that the Thinkers, with characteristic Yankee push,\nhad\nbuilt. And nicknamed, with characteristic Yankee irreverence and\n girl-fondness, \"Maizie.\"", "rather than the \"Kill that man\" sort. The distinction bothered him\n obscurely. It relieved him to know that Maizie had built-in controls\n which made her always the servant of humanity, or of humanity's", "Chemical jets would carry his spaceship above the atmosphere. Then\n would come the thrilling order, \"Set sail for Mars!\" The vast umbrella", "\"No, from Helmuth. There's a lot of sugar corn about man's future in\n deep space, but the real reason is clear. They know that they're going", "get used to the sound of Maizie starting to think.\nJorj turned, smiling. \"And now, gentlemen, while we wait for Maizie\n to celebrate, there should be just enough time for us to watch the", "discover the true laws of ESP and the inner life. They would even—his\n imagination hesitated a moment, then strode boldly forward—build the\n true Maizie!", "disciplined, more human. They'd called their brain-machine Maizie,\n which helped take the curse off her. Somewhat.\nThe President's Secretary, a paunchy veteran of party caucuses, was", "He set his who?-where? robot for \"Rocket Physicist\" and \"Genius Class.\"\n While it worked, he dictated to his steno-robot the following brief\n message:\n\n\n Dear Fellow Scientist:", "to have to produce an actual nuclear rocket pretty soon, and for that\n they'll need our help.\"", "'Martian wisdom.' All of it mere bluff! A few pushes at the right times\n and points are all that are needed—and the Thinkers know it! I'll bet" ], [ "Remembering last night, he felt a pang of exasperation, which he\n instantly quelled by taking his mind to a higher and dispassionate\n level from which he could look down on the girl and even himself as", "suddenly and unquestioningly for himself and mankind. Caddy was merely\n a wilful and rather silly girl, incapable at present of understanding\n the tremendous tensions under which he operated. When he had time for", "Opperly shook his head. \"We're to keep clear of the infection of\n violence. In my day, Willard, I was one of the Frightened Men. Later I", "girl sleeping off a drunk on the furry and radiantly heated floor of\n a nearby roof garden. They struck green magic from the glassy blot\n that was Old Washington. Twelve hours before, they had revealed things", "Meanwhile the who?-where? had tossed out a dozen cards. He glanced\n through them, hesitated at the name \"Willard Farquar,\" looked at the", "Farquar's ungainly figure froze. He nodded curtly, face averted.\n\n\n \"And didn't she go off with a Thinker?\"", "vital man, Willard, with a strong man's prides and desires.\" His voice\n trailed off for a bit. Then, \"Excuse me, Willard, but wasn't there a", "quaint, clumsy animals. Still, he grumbled silently, Caddy might have\n had enough consideration to clear out before he awoke. He wondered", "moment, then walked through the apartment, but she wasn't there.\nConfound the girl, he couldn't help thinking. This morning, when she", "Still, he told himself, Maizie had decreed it that way. And when\n he remembered what the Thinkers had done for him in rescuing him", "should have made herself scarce, she'd sprawled about sleeping. Now,\n when he felt like seeing her, when her presence would have added a\n pleasant final touch to his glowing mood, she chose to be absent. He", "The older man shook his head. \"I'm not afraid for your life, Willard.\n That's yours to risk as you choose. No, I'm worried about other things\n they might do to you.\"", "\"By the time you were born, Willard,\" Opperly interrupted dreamily,\n \"Hitler was merely a name in the history books. We scientists weren't", "if he shouldn't have used his hypnotic control of the girl to smooth\n their relationship last night, and for a moment the word that would\n send her into deep trance trembled on the tip of his tongue. But no,", "disciplined, more human. They'd called their brain-machine Maizie,\n which helped take the curse off her. Somewhat.\nThe President's Secretary, a paunchy veteran of party caucuses, was", "was one of the Angry Men and then one of the Minds of Despair. Now I'm\n convinced that all my reactions were futile.\"", "about this last one to pay me a 'copter call within twenty minutes of\n this morning's meeting at the Foundation. Why do you do it, Willard?\"", "\"If girls find me ugly, that's their business,\" Farquar said harshly,\n still not looking at Opperly. \"What's that got to do with this\n invitation?\"", "rather than the \"Kill that man\" sort. The distinction bothered him\n obscurely. It relieved him to know that Maizie had built-in controls\n which made her always the servant of humanity, or of humanity's", "He sat for a while slowly scratching his thigh. His loose, persuasive\n lips tightened, without closing, into the shape of a snarl.\n\n\n Suddenly he began to tape again." ], [ "get used to the sound of Maizie starting to think.\nJorj turned, smiling. \"And now, gentlemen, while we wait for Maizie\n to celebrate, there should be just enough time for us to watch the", "rather than the \"Kill that man\" sort. The distinction bothered him\n obscurely. It relieved him to know that Maizie had built-in controls\n which made her always the servant of humanity, or of humanity's", "Still, he told himself, Maizie had decreed it that way. And when\n he remembered what the Thinkers had done for him in rescuing him", "machine that the Thinkers, with characteristic Yankee push,\nhad\nbuilt. And nicknamed, with characteristic Yankee irreverence and\n girl-fondness, \"Maizie.\"", "Until he came to Section Five, Question Four. That time he did his\n thinking with his eyes open.\n\n\n The question was: \"Does Maizie stand for Maelzel?\"", "territory, and the Thinkers had locked him completely out of it. That\n rocket there—just an ordinary Earth satellite vehicle commandeered\n from the Army, but equipped by the Thinkers with Maizie-designed", "to their demand that we ask Maizie questions. You and the rest have\n overruled me. But then to use those questions to convey veiled insults\n isn't reasonable. Apparently the Secretary of Space was bothered enough", "disciplined, more human. They'd called their brain-machine Maizie,\n which helped take the curse off her. Somewhat.\nThe President's Secretary, a paunchy veteran of party caucuses, was", "The grizzled general snapped his fingers. \"Sure! Maelzel's Chess\n player. Read it when I was a kid. About an automaton that was supposed\n to play chess. Poe proved it hid a man inside it.\"", "\"Maizie does not stand for Maelzel. Maizie stands for amazing,\n humorously given the form of a girl's name. Section Six, Answer One:\n The mid-term election viewcasts should be spaced as follows....\"", "discover the true laws of ESP and the inner life. They would even—his\n imagination hesitated a moment, then strode boldly forward—build the\n true Maizie!", "The buzz-light blinked green and he switched the phone to audio.\n\n\n \"The President is waiting to see Maizie, sir,\" a clear feminine voice\n announced. \"He has the general staff with him.\"", "He sat for a while slowly scratching his thigh. His loose, persuasive\n lips tightened, without closing, into the shape of a snarl.\n\n\n Suddenly he began to tape again.", "their Maizie is no more than a tealeaf-reading fake. We've traced their\n Mars rockets and found they go nowhere. We know their Martian mental\n science is bunk.\"", "impishly darted down a narrow black alleyway of memory banks, and,\n reaching the center of the cube, suddenly emerged into a small room\n where a suave fat man in shorts sat drinking beer.", "strategy, the mind behind the mind behind Maizie.", "minds—profound questions, yet many of them phrased with surprising\n simplicity. For figures, technical jargon, and layman's language were\n alike to Maizie; there was no need to translate into mathematical", "For many minutes the only sounds were the rustle of the paper ribbon\n and the click of the taper, except for the seconds the fat man took to", "The front-door knocker clanked. Farquar answered it. A skinny old man\n with a radiation scar twisting across his temple handed him a tiny", "He was so exalted by this thought that he almost let the slideway carry\n him past his door. He stepped inside and called, \"Caddy!\" He waited a" ], [ "The burly Secretary of Space, who had come up through United Rockets,\n was thanking his stars that at any rate the professional scientists", "The Secretary of Space shrugged. \"Oh, the usual little bunch over at\n the Institute. Hindeman, Gregory, Opperly himself. Oh, yes, and young\n Farquar.\"", "Like the generals, the Secretary of Space suppressed a scowl. Here\n was something that ought to be spang in the center of his official", "of the professional physicists, with their eternal taint of a misty\n sort of radicalism and free-thinking. The Thinkers were better—more", "territory, and the Thinkers had locked him completely out of it. That\n rocket there—just an ordinary Earth satellite vehicle commandeered\n from the Army, but equipped by the Thinkers with Maizie-designed", "Jorj Helmuth snipped the emerging answer tape into sections and handed\n each to the appropriate man. Most of them carefully tucked theirs away\n with little more than a glance, but the Secretary of Space puzzled over", "to their demand that we ask Maizie questions. You and the rest have\n overruled me. But then to use those questions to convey veiled insults\n isn't reasonable. Apparently the Secretary of Space was bothered enough", "\"What did I tell you about the Thinkers making overtures?\" Farquar\n chortled suddenly. \"It's come sooner than I expected. Look at this.\"", "The Secretary of Space nodded. He suddenly looked tough. \"I will. Right\n away.\"\nSunlight striking through French windows spotlighted a ballet of dust", "The Secretary of Space nodded. The others looked at the two men\n puzzledly.\n\n\n \"Who would that be?\" Jorj pressed. \"The group, I mean.\"", "also glad that it was the Thinkers who had created the machine, though\n he trembled at the power that it gave them over the Administration.\n Still, you could do business with the Thinkers. And nobody (not even", "sensitive. The conflicts of ordinary Earth minds would impinge on them\n psychotically, even fatally. As you know, the Thinkers were able to\n contact them only because of our degree of learned mental poise and", "The Secretary of Space frowned. \"Now what's the point in a fool\n question like that?\"\n\n\n \"You said it came from Opperly's group?\" Jorj asked sharply.", "Yet the fact of her absence had a subtly disquieting effect. It shook\n his perfect self-confidence just a fraction. He asked himself if\n he'd been wise in summoning the rocket physicists without consulting\n Tregarron.", "\"But we've already exposed the Thinkers very thoroughly,\" Opperly\n interposed quietly. \"You know the good it did.\"", "Jorj looked up at the Secretary of Space. \"Section Five, Question\n Four—whom would that come from?\"", "The features of the other convulsed unpleasantly. \"Because the\n Thinkers are charlatans who must be exposed,\" he rapped out. \"We know", "because of the Thinkers' Mind Bomb threat. A brain-machine that's just\n a cover for Jan Tregarron's guesswork. Oh, yes, and that hogwash of", "Still, he told himself, Maizie had decreed it that way. And when\n he remembered what the Thinkers had done for him in rescuing him", "After a while the man grew bored with the game. He unlocked a drawer\n and began to study the details of the wisdom he would discover on\n Mars this trip—priceless spiritual insights that would be balm to\n war-battered mankind." ], [ "takeoff of the Mars rocket.\" He switched on a giant television screen.\n The others made a quarter turn, and there before them glowed the rich", "Chemical jets would carry his spaceship above the atmosphere. Then\n would come the thrilling order, \"Set sail for Mars!\" The vast umbrella", "After a while the man grew bored with the game. He unlocked a drawer\n and began to study the details of the wisdom he would discover on\n Mars this trip—priceless spiritual insights that would be balm to\n war-battered mankind.", "He set his who?-where? robot for \"Rocket Physicist\" and \"Genius Class.\"\n While it worked, he dictated to his steno-robot the following brief\n message:\n\n\n Dear Fellow Scientist:", "their Maizie is no more than a tealeaf-reading fake. We've traced their\n Mars rockets and found they go nowhere. We know their Martian mental\n science is bunk.\"", "A project is contemplated that will have a crucial bearing on man's\n future in deep space. Ample non-military Government funds are", "its fuel and slumped gratefully into an orbit that would carry it\n effortlessly around the world at that altitude. The pilot unstrapped\n himself and stretched, but he didn't look out the viewport at the", "\"No, from Helmuth. There's a lot of sugar corn about man's future in\n deep space, but the real reason is clear. They know that they're going", "specialized abilities. Together they would build the true Mars rocket.", "The Secretary of Space nodded. He suddenly looked tough. \"I will. Right\n away.\"\nSunlight striking through French windows spotlighted a ballet of dust", "to have to produce an actual nuclear rocket pretty soon, and for that\n they'll need our help.\"", "territory, and the Thinkers had locked him completely out of it. That\n rocket there—just an ordinary Earth satellite vehicle commandeered\n from the Army, but equipped by the Thinkers with Maizie-designed", "But his lips didn't lose the shape of a snarl.\nFive hundred miles above the ionosphere, the Mars rocket cut off", "\"Martian peace to him,\" Jorj Helmuth said. \"Tell him I'll be down in a\n few minutes.\"", "some day in the future, when we have discovered how to armor the minds\n of the Martians—\"", "The burly Secretary of Space, who had come up through United Rockets,\n was thanking his stars that at any rate the professional scientists", "Jorj looked at him a bit coldly. \"It's quite unthinkable,\" he said.\n \"The telepathic abilities of the Martians make them extremely", "Jorj Helmuth snipped the emerging answer tape into sections and handed\n each to the appropriate man. Most of them carefully tucked theirs away\n with little more than a glance, but the Secretary of Space puzzled over", "nuclear motors capable of the Mars journey and more. The first\n spaceship—and the Secretary of Space was not in on it!", "and the loyalty detector. America of marvelous Maizie and the monthly\n rocket to Mars. America of the Thinkers and (a few remembered) the" ] ]

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[ "In what way does the author suggest the Myers-Briggs test is relevant to daily life?", "What is unique about Sulloway's approach to assessing one's personality?", "What is \"The Gandhi Explanation\"?", "Why does Gardner link the designation of Intelligence with schools?", "What was the true purpose of D'Adamo's blood type personality test?", "How were assessments of personality traits in conflict amongst ancient Greek philosophers?", "How might one self-identify one's intelligence type?", "Why does the writer not wish to follow the bloody type test?", "Which personality test developer understands Gandhi the least?", "What are the two enduring types of the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator?" ]

[ [ "It can help a person understand one's own behavior and come to understand the actions of others as well.", "It provides alternative personality types for people who are not satisfied with the assessments currently available.", "It reveals the personality types of famous people such as Bill Clinton.", "It makes proper use of the Temperament Sorter II as well as the Character Sorter." ], [ "He believes the tendency toward conflict amongst brothers and sisters reveals much about a person's personality and society in general.", "He believes that one's birth order is pre-determined, and therefore one's personality is fixed from birth.", "He believes that conflict between the parent and their children is the determining factor in how the child will behave as he or she gets older.", "He believes the oldest child is the best candidate for leadership positions in the worlds of business and government." ], [ "\"The Gandhi Explanation\" is a discussion in which the writer explores what Gandhi would have thought about each of the four major focus areas of the personality tests.", "For each of the four areas the writer explores, Gandhi has elucidated his own explanation about how each area affects a person's personality. These thoughts are shared in the article.", "Gandhi is a frequent subject of personality test developers to demonstrate that their process works, so the writer rates each developer's success in this regard.", "This is an explanation of how well Gandhi incorporated these four tenets into his daily life and practice as a peacemaker." ], [ "He believes one may find the most diverse resource of intelligence types within the walls of a school.", "He believes this is the most obvious location for intellectual debate regarding his theories.", "Schools tend to be the most philosophical, and therefore, they would understand his mission with the most precision.", "He believes it has the most relevant application there since schools are generally populated by people with a limited view of the concept of intelligence." ], [ "He was trying to sell weight-loss books.", "To educate the public about the ancient history of blood types.", "He was attempting to share Dr. Eric Meikle's theory of human origins as studied at the Institute of Human Origins at Arizona State University.", "To share the ways in which the Japanese culture incorporated blood types into its corporate life." ], [ "Plato believed the answer was external, while Hippocrates believed it was internal.", "Hippocrates believed in the balance of the four bodily fluids, while Plato believed there were far more fluids than that.", "Hippocrates believed people were born a specific way and could never break that mold. Plato believed people's behavior proved otherwise.", "Plato designated four social and behavioral states exhibited by humans, and Hippocrates believed there were far more existing in nature." ], [ "By rehearsing tongue twisters, nursery rhymes, and puns.", "By taking the Myers-Briggs personality test.", "Receiving input from others regarding one's own personality, self-reflection, and basic reasoning.", "By taking a personality quiz on Keirsey's website." ], [ "He thought it was \"completely worthless.\"", "He does not want to eat snails.", "He doesn't know his blood type.", "He doesn't need to lose any weight." ], [ "D'Adamo because he doesn't even try to understand him.", "Sulloway because Gandhi was not in fact the youngest of four siblings.", "Kiersey because he claims Gandhi is an idealist when in fact his is quite practical.", "Gardner because he misattributes Gandhi's interpersonal intelligence to his career choice." ], [ "Expressive and reserved", "Introverted and extroverted", "Scheduling and probing", "Observant and introspective" ] ]

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[ "Why did no one in the audience seem to care that Bill Clinton was at the game?", "If USAir Arena is typically sold out when the Bullets play, why are most of the seats empty?", "In what way is Bill Clinton similar to Michael Jordan, according to the author?", "Why does the writer of the article call Michael Jordan a genius?", "Why do sportswriters call Michael Jordan \"Babe Ruth\"?", "Why does the writer suggest it would be absurd for Jordan's agent to provide a number for how much money would be required to lure Jordan back to the Bulls for another season?", "Why is Michael Jordan described as \"geriatric\"?", "Why do statisticians disagree with the \"hot hand\" theory?", "Why does the writer believe Jordan was able to turn the game around in the fourth quarter?", "Why does the author disagree with the New York Times' notion that Jordan should be cloned?" ]

[ [ "The audience was filled with people who did not like Bill Clinton.", "He entered the arena quietly, so nobody really noticed he was there.", "They were mostly there to see Michael Jordan.", "The audience was filled with basketball fans who did not care about politics." ], [ "People have started to realize the Bullets never win a game.", "The Arena is old and dim and not very large, so people do not really enjoy going there.", "The tickets are purchased by people who feel owning them will give them clout, but they might not actually enjoy sports.", "The tickets are hoarded by superfans who want to see Michael Jordan play without a large crowd." ], [ "They both grew up in the South.", "They both command large crowds and have a kind of magnetism that draws people in.", "They are both huge fans of a number of different sports.", "They will both do whatever it takes to succeed and excel." ], [ "Because of his ability to succeed at a number of different sports.", "Because of his ability to turn a game around in the fourth quarter.", "Because of his ability to negotiate million-dollar contracts.", "Because of his tendency to adapt his abilities in order to win." ], [ "Like Babe Ruth, he was exceptionally strong and elegant.", "Like Babe Ruth, Jordan isn't just a superior player, he transcends any other players' capabilities.", "Like Babe Ruth, he was \"borderline geriatric.\"", "Like Babe Ruth, he also played professional baseball." ], [ "Jordan is like a natural wonder--his worth cannot be represented by a number.", "The agent is not in the business of making guesses, and he will only comment when he knows for sure.", "Jordan is very close to retirement, and no amount of money would convince him to stay in the game if he decided against it.", "The agent is not allowed to discuss such matters with the press." ], [ "At 34, he is beginning to get too old to be attractive to sports teams and agents.", "At 34, he is generally considered on the older end of professional basketball players.", "At 34, he was beginning to move really slow on the court compared to his younger competitors.", "At 34, his mental and physical faculties have been showing obvious signs of decline and affecting the outcome of games. " ], [ "If you properly analyze a player's behavior in any given game, you will be able to predict their score output.", "They believe in the power of luck rather than a player's individual skill.", "Shots that score are totally random, not associated with some kind of streak.", "They believe that a player's shot accuracy can be determined by carefully analyzing past games." ], [ "Because of his years of hard work and training and dedication to the sport of basketball.", "He possesses some unknowable force that drives him to not just perform in a crunch but to succeed in his goal.", "His fear of failure drives him to perform above and beyond other players' capabilities.", "He believes Michael Jordan had been saving his energy for the very end of the game." ], [ "The writer posits that Jordan's talent is his mental strength and has nothing to do with DNA.", "A unique talent like Jordan could never possibly be replicated, even with the most advanced scientific techniques.", "He believes Michael Jordan is a \"natural athlete\" and cannot be replicated.", "He believes cloning humans is immoral." ] ]

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It was a huge game in college basketball. \n\n He shook his head.", "finally appeared, people did not clap--they shouted, screamed, as guards", "\"There's no way Michael was going to let the Bulls lose in front of the president,\" Johnny Red Kerr, a Hall of Famer and former Bulls coach, said outside the locker room.", "Clinton took his", "politician sitting in the stands, Jordan is compulsively competitive. When", "for tickets. The mayor of Washington showed up, and the", "When the tongue comes out, fans stand up to watch.", "We went into the locker room, and soon Jordan emerged, already dressed in a perfectly pressed olive suit, his tie knotted tight at the stiff collar of a white shirt. Jordan always dresses this way in public. 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The fourth quarter is Jordan Time.", "\"There's no way Michael was going to let the Bulls lose in front of the president,\" Johnny Red Kerr, a Hall of Famer and former Bulls coach, said outside the locker room.", "Michael Jordan didn't look up. His head was bowed as he jogged toward the court. Everywhere he goes, people shout his name. He has mastered the art of not noticing them.", "in life aren't logical, and that the Jordan phenomenon is", "Sweat popped out on his head in the close-up glare of television lights. Reporters pressed him up against the little wire cage that passes for a locker. He obliged every question, then stepped outside to sign a few autographs.", "the game. Jordan missed a shot, and then he missed", "six shots in a row, missed one, then hit again,", "Someone asked Jordan if he'd stick around town the next day to watch his alma mater, North Carolina, play Maryland. 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[ "Why did Itra decline to sign a Galactic Federation agreement with Earth?", "What early clue about who is calling the shots on Earth supports GeGe's interpretation of the Galactic Federation agreement offered to Itra?", "Why is Shaeffer characterized as \"naive?\"", "How did Twilmaker determine that Shaeffer was the right person for the job on Itra?", "What kind of accent is General Reuter portrayed as having?", "Why couldn't Shaeffer accomplish what he was sent to Itra to do?", "How long did it take Shaeffer to master the Itraian language sufficiently to convince Itraians that he was a native?", "How did Shaeffer happen to meet GeGe?", "How long did it take for the ankle that Shaeffer sprained so badly when he landed on Itra to heal?", "What job will GeGe have to quit?" ]

[ [ "Because Itra viewed Earth as a rather backward society not worth negotiating with.", "Because the terms of the agreement were massively tilted in Earth's favor.", "Because Itra was doing just fine going it alone.", "Because Earth and Itra were unable to reach a final agreement about mining rights on unoccupied planets." ], [ "GeGe's opinions of the agreement were based on distortions by the Itraian media, not on fact.", "Itran spies had landed on Earth hundreds of years ago, in New Mexico. They had kept tabs on events on Earth every since.", "Earth was a theocracy at the time of the story, and Earthers wanted to spread the Good Word by any means possible.", "Shaeffer's spy mission is sponsored by the president of a powerful space transportation company." ], [ "Because it never does occur to him that he might not have been told the truth about conditions on Itra.", "Because he trusts GeGe, and she turns him in to the Itraian authorities.", "Because he believes that humanoids everywhere should have the same opportunities.", "Because he doesn't realize that $250,000/yr as a salary doesn't really go that far when you take inflation into account." ], [ "Shaeffer was well known as the best pilot at Trans-Universe Transport.", "He prayed about it and interpreted a momentary change in the local weather that allowed a sunbeam to shine through as a positive message about Shaeffer.", "He knew Shaeffer, because his wife and Shaeffer's wife were distantly related, and they served on the same Charity Committees.", "Shaeffer had a good academic record and had the best scores of any pilot in Spanish and Russian language." ], [ "Reuter acquires the accent of a drunk slurring his words.", "Reuter speaks clearly and precisely, the legacy of his education at Oxford, in England.", "Reuter is from Germany and is a non-native speaker of English.", "Reuter is from Alabama and has a thick Southern accent." ], [ "He had a hard time making contacts with the pro-Earth Itraian underground because they were not very trusting and his clothes didn't fit the part.", "The entire mission was based on lies - his cover was blown almost immediately due to his poor language mastery, and there was no Itraian faction itching for relations with Earth.", "Falling for Von Stutsman's girlfriend got him off on the wrong foot with all the important people on Itra and made his job politically impossible.", "He landed in a sparsely inhabited part of the country, separated from Xxla by thousands of miles of ocean." ], [ "It took just short of three years to get rid of his Earth accent in Itraian.", "He found the language too difficult to learn in spite of his experience with Russian, and was issued a universal translator.", "He still spoke Itraian with an Earth accent when he arrived on Itra.", "He was able to master all but one of the 43 phonetic sounds in Itraian in short order. The last one took longer." ], [ "He stumbled upon her house in the woods after hiking for several hours on his bum ankle and she answered the door.", "She had been working as a double agent for Earth, and he made contact with her because she was to be his handler on Itra.", "He was trying to enlist the help of Von Stutsman, who introduced him to his fiancee, GeGe.", "He was trying to figure out how to buy a bus ticket from the North-South Intercontinental Highway to Xxla, and she saw he was having trouble and tried to help." ], [ "Shaeffer kept re-spraining it as GeGe and he made their way on foot, by bus and by flyer to Xxla. So it took a really long time.", "Not even one day.", "It took the usual amount of time, about 2 weeks.", "He faked the sprain in the first place to have a reason to interact with some Itraians." ], [ "Her job working in the Party offices.", "She doesn't really have a job, she is just looking for a husband.", "Her job in counterespionage.", "Her job as a schoolteacher in Xxla." ] ]

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[ [ "Earth felt it would be wise for Itra to join in a Galactic Federation\n and accordingly, submitted the terms of such a mutually advantageous\n agreement.", "Itra. You know how long it takes to build them? My point is, we may not\n have that long. Suppose Itra should get secret of interstellar drive\n tomorrow, then where would we be?\"", "\"Look, Ge-Ge,\" he said over coffee. \"You don't like your government.\n We'll help you out. There's this Galactic Federation idea.\" He\n explained to her the cross-fertilization of the two cultures.", "Itra. We feel we should send a man to the planet to, well, foment\n change and, uh, hasten the already inevitable overthrow of the despotic", "The Itraians declined....\nSpace Captain Merle S. Shaeffer, the youngest and perhaps the most\n naive pilot for Trans-Universe Transport, was called unexpectedly to\n the New York office of the company.", "Back, too, came word of a burgeoning technological civilization on the\n planet Itra, peopled by entirely humanoid aliens.", "\"Shamar, my friend,\" she said, \"did you see Earth's proposal? There was\n nothing in it about giving us an interstellar drive. We were required", "kind of agreement with Earth, I'll be an outlaw. I'll be afraid any\n minute they'll tap my shoulder and come and take me away. I don't think", "Once we saw you were, well, like us, a peace-loving planet, once you'd\n changed your government to a democracy, you would see it our way and\n you'd have no complaints on that score.\"", "government. That man will be strictly on his own. The Government will\n not be able to back him in any way whatsoever once he lands on Itra.\"", "year right to carry all Earth-Itra commerce. It was all covered in the\n newspapers, didn't you see it?\"", "Merle, the Interscience Committee was recently directed to consider\n methods for creating a climate of opinion on Itra—of which I'm sure\n you've heard—which would be favorable to the proposed Galactic", "The Itraians spoke a common language. It was somewhat guttural and\n highly inflected. Fortunately, the spelling appeared to be phonetic,", "Which meant that now, after taxes, he had accumulated in his savings\n account a total of nearly $600,000 awaiting his return from Itra.\nShaeffer's ship stood off Itra while he prepared to disembark.", "\"Yes,\" Old Tom said. \"One dedicated man on Itra, preaching the ideas of\n Liberty—liberty with responsibility and property rights under one God.", "\"Sit down,\" she invited. \"I'm about to have breakfast. Eggs and\n bacon—\" the Itraian equivalent—\"if that's all right with you. I'm", "He stabilized his fall by stretching out his hands. He floated with no\n sensation of movement. Itra was overhead, falling up at him slowly. He\n turned his back to the planet and checked the time. Twelve minutes yet\n to go.", "\"Meta—Gelwhops—or even Karkeqwol, that makes no difference. Nobody on\n Itra speaks like you do. So you must be from that planet that had the", "were final and impartial. Capt. Shaeffer, in the presence of two of the\n men highest in the ruling councils of Earth, was reduced to incoherent\n awe.", "goes to Itra with the idea of Freedom, that's all it'll take. How\n many men did it take to start the 'Merican Revolution? Jefferson. The\n Russian Revolution? Marx!\"" ], [ "Earth felt it would be wise for Itra to join in a Galactic Federation\n and accordingly, submitted the terms of such a mutually advantageous\n agreement.", "\"Look, Ge-Ge,\" he said over coffee. \"You don't like your government.\n We'll help you out. There's this Galactic Federation idea.\" He\n explained to her the cross-fertilization of the two cultures.", "Merle, the Interscience Committee was recently directed to consider\n methods for creating a climate of opinion on Itra—of which I'm sure\n you've heard—which would be favorable to the proposed Galactic", "Itra. We feel we should send a man to the planet to, well, foment\n change and, uh, hasten the already inevitable overthrow of the despotic", "Once we saw you were, well, like us, a peace-loving planet, once you'd\n changed your government to a democracy, you would see it our way and\n you'd have no complaints on that score.\"", "Back, too, came word of a burgeoning technological civilization on the\n planet Itra, peopled by entirely humanoid aliens.", "Itra. You know how long it takes to build them? My point is, we may not\n have that long. Suppose Itra should get secret of interstellar drive\n tomorrow, then where would we be?\"", "kind of agreement with Earth, I'll be an outlaw. I'll be afraid any\n minute they'll tap my shoulder and come and take me away. I don't think", "\"Shamar, my friend,\" she said, \"did you see Earth's proposal? There was\n nothing in it about giving us an interstellar drive. We were required", "were final and impartial. Capt. Shaeffer, in the presence of two of the\n men highest in the ruling councils of Earth, was reduced to incoherent\n awe.", "\"Meta—Gelwhops—or even Karkeqwol, that makes no difference. Nobody on\n Itra speaks like you do. So you must be from that planet that had the", "year right to carry all Earth-Itra commerce. It was all covered in the\n newspapers, didn't you see it?\"", "The Itraians declined....\nSpace Captain Merle S. Shaeffer, the youngest and perhaps the most\n naive pilot for Trans-Universe Transport, was called unexpectedly to\n the New York office of the company.", "The Itraians spoke a common language. It was somewhat guttural and\n highly inflected. Fortunately, the spelling appeared to be phonetic,", "to give Earth all transportation franchises. The organization you used\n to work for was to be given, as I remember it, an exclusive ninety-nine", "He stabilized his fall by stretching out his hands. He floated with no\n sensation of movement. Itra was overhead, falling up at him slowly. He\n turned his back to the planet and checked the time. Twelve minutes yet\n to go.", "\"Sit down,\" she invited. \"I'm about to have breakfast. Eggs and\n bacon—\" the Itraian equivalent—\"if that's all right with you. I'm", "\"Oh, that,\" Ge-Ge said, shaking off the effects. \"They were probably\n testing one of their damned automated factories to see if it was\n explosion proof and it wasn't.\"\nIV", "\"Yes,\" Old Tom said. \"One dedicated man on Itra, preaching the ideas of\n Liberty—liberty with responsibility and property rights under one God.", "The ship descended into the atmosphere. The bell rang. Shamar the\n Worker seated himself, put on his oxygen mask and signaled his" ], [ "\"Yes sir,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.\n\n\n \"But did you know that the Lord has summoned you here today?\" Old Tom\n asked.", "\"I never belonged to anything,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.\n\n\n \"Oh, I can assure you, that's been checked out very, very thoroughly,\"\n Old Tom said.", "were final and impartial. Capt. Shaeffer, in the presence of two of the\n men highest in the ruling councils of Earth, was reduced to incoherent\n awe.", "General Reuter cracked his knuckles nervously while Capt. Shaeffer\n muttered an embarrassed affirmative.\n\n\n \"I am a deeply religious man,\" Old Tom continued. \"I guess you've heard\n that, Merle?\"", "At the end of his training, Shaeffer was taken by special bus to the\n New Mexican space port. A ship waited.", "She took his hand. Her hand was warm and gentle. \"Tell me, Shamar,\" she\n said. \"Tell me all about it.\"", "The Itraians declined....\nSpace Captain Merle S. Shaeffer, the youngest and perhaps the most\n naive pilot for Trans-Universe Transport, was called unexpectedly to\n the New York office of the company.", "Old Tom explained, \"The General is a patriot. We all respect him for\n it.\"\n\n\n \"I understand,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.", "In his cramped quarters, he dressed himself in Itraian-style clothing.\n Capt. Merle S. Shaeffer became Shamar the Worker.", "\"I—\" Capt. Shaeffer began.\n\n\n \"Give him the drink. If he doesn't want to drink it, he won't have to\n drink it.\"", "It took Shaeffer just short of three years to speak Itraian\n sufficiently well to convince non-Itraians that he spoke without accent.", "When Capt. Shaeffer entered the luxurious eightieth story suite, Old\n Tom Twilmaker, the President of TUT, greeted him. With an arm around", "Old Tom studied Capt. Shaeffer. \"I do not feel the gentle Master\n approves of liquor.\"\n\n\n \"Don't try to influence him,\" General Reuter said. \"You're embarrassing\n the boy.\"", "\"A quarter of a million dollars a year?\" Capt. Shaeffer asked at length.\nII", "She pulled off the shoe and peeled off the sock. \"Oh, God, it is\n swollen,\" she said. \"You think it's broken, Shamar?\"\n\n\n \"Just sprained.\"", "One day, after a month of this routine, she threw herself into his\n arms and sobbed, \"I gave Von Stutsman back his earring today. It was", "speech. For the first time, he spoke. \"Good God, Tom, serve us a\n drink.\" He turned to Capt. Shaeffer. \"A little drink now and then helps", "Which meant that now, after taxes, he had accumulated in his savings\n account a total of nearly $600,000 awaiting his return from Itra.\nShaeffer's ship stood off Itra while he prepared to disembark.", "\"Let's look at your ankle,\" she said. She knelt at his feet and began\n to unlace the right shoe. \"My, it's swollen,\" she said sympathetically.", "So this is how easily spies are trapped in real life, Shamar told\n himself with numb disbelief.\n\n\n The story came out slowly and hesitantly at first. She said nothing\n until he had finished." ], [ "In his cramped quarters, he dressed himself in Itraian-style clothing.\n Capt. Merle S. Shaeffer became Shamar the Worker.", "When Capt. Shaeffer entered the luxurious eightieth story suite, Old\n Tom Twilmaker, the President of TUT, greeted him. With an arm around", "At the end of his training, Shaeffer was taken by special bus to the\n New Mexican space port. A ship waited.", "The Itraians declined....\nSpace Captain Merle S. Shaeffer, the youngest and perhaps the most\n naive pilot for Trans-Universe Transport, was called unexpectedly to\n the New York office of the company.", "were final and impartial. Capt. Shaeffer, in the presence of two of the\n men highest in the ruling councils of Earth, was reduced to incoherent\n awe.", "Which meant that now, after taxes, he had accumulated in his savings\n account a total of nearly $600,000 awaiting his return from Itra.\nShaeffer's ship stood off Itra while he prepared to disembark.", "It took Shaeffer just short of three years to speak Itraian\n sufficiently well to convince non-Itraians that he spoke without accent.", "\"I never belonged to anything,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.\n\n\n \"Oh, I can assure you, that's been checked out very, very thoroughly,\"\n Old Tom said.", "\"Yes sir,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.\n\n\n \"But did you know that the Lord has summoned you here today?\" Old Tom\n asked.", "\"I—\" Capt. Shaeffer began.\n\n\n \"Give him the drink. If he doesn't want to drink it, he won't have to\n drink it.\"", "asked, 'Is this the man?' And I was given a sign. Yes! At that moment,\n a shaft of sunlight broke through the clouds!\"\nGeneral Reuter had continued his nervous movements throughout the", "General Reuter cracked his knuckles nervously while Capt. Shaeffer\n muttered an embarrassed affirmative.\n\n\n \"I am a deeply religious man,\" Old Tom continued. \"I guess you've heard\n that, Merle?\"", "He stabilized his fall by stretching out his hands. He floated with no\n sensation of movement. Itra was overhead, falling up at him slowly. He\n turned his back to the planet and checked the time. Twelve minutes yet\n to go.", "Itra. We feel we should send a man to the planet to, well, foment\n change and, uh, hasten the already inevitable overthrow of the despotic", "Itra. You know how long it takes to build them? My point is, we may not\n have that long. Suppose Itra should get secret of interstellar drive\n tomorrow, then where would we be?\"", "his shoulder, Old Tom led Capt. Shaeffer to an immense inner office and\n introduced him to a General Reuter, identified as the Chairman of the\n Interscience Committee of the Over-Council.", "The ship descended into the atmosphere. The bell rang. Shamar the\n Worker seated himself, put on his oxygen mask and signaled his", "Hearing Itraian spoken by a native in the flesh had a powerful\n emotional impact on Shamar the Worker.", "Earth felt it would be wise for Itra to join in a Galactic Federation\n and accordingly, submitted the terms of such a mutually advantageous\n agreement.", "\"A quarter of a million dollars a year?\" Capt. Shaeffer asked at length.\nII" ], [ "\"General Reuter, here, is a dear friend. We've known each other, oh,\n many years. Distantly related through our dear wives, in fact. And we", "\"Excuse me,\" General Reuter said. \"They don't have a democracy, like\n we do. They don't have any freedom like we do. I have no doubt the", "asked, 'Is this the man?' And I was given a sign. Yes! At that moment,\n a shaft of sunlight broke through the clouds!\"\nGeneral Reuter had continued his nervous movements throughout the", "General Reuter hammered his knuckles in rhythm on the table. \"The\n drink, the drink, the drink! You got more in the bottle. I saw it!\"", "After a quick twist of the wrist and an expert toss of the head,\n General Reuter returned an empty glass. \"Don't mind if I do have\n another,\" he said. He was already less restless.", "General Reuter moved about restlessly. Old Tom was serene and beatific.", "General Reuter cracked his knuckles nervously while Capt. Shaeffer\n muttered an embarrassed affirmative.\n\n\n \"I am a deeply religious man,\" Old Tom continued. \"I guess you've heard\n that, Merle?\"", "\"How's your ability to pick up languages?\" General Reuter asked.", "\"Your accent is unbelieveably bad,\" she said.\n\n\n \"I'm from Zuleb,\" he said lamely, at last.", "Old Tom studied Capt. Shaeffer. \"I do not feel the gentle Master\n approves of liquor.\"\n\n\n \"Don't try to influence him,\" General Reuter said. \"You're embarrassing\n the boy.\"", "When they were seated, Old Tom swiveled around and gazed long\n in silence across the spires of the City. Capt. Shaeffer waited\n respectfully. General Reuter fidgetted.", "his shoulder, Old Tom led Capt. Shaeffer to an immense inner office and\n introduced him to a General Reuter, identified as the Chairman of the\n Interscience Committee of the Over-Council.", "The General signaled for another drink. With a sigh of exasperation,\n Old Tom complied.", "\"You got no association with crackpot organizations, anything like\n that?\" General Reuter asked. \"You're either a good Liberal-Conservative", "\"Good. Let's have a drink on that.\"\n\"Please be quiet, General,\" Old Tom said. \"Let me explain. You see,", "Old Tom explained, \"The General is a patriot. We all respect him for\n it.\"\n\n\n \"I understand,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.", "The General had quickly finished the bottle. \"You she,\" he interrupted,\n \"there's one thing they can't fight, an' that's an idea. Jus' one man", "\"General, I'm afraid this is not entirely germane,\" Old Tom said\n stiffly.", "with only forty-three characters being required. As near as anyone\n could tell, centuries of worldwide communication had eliminated\n regional peculiarities. The speech from one part of Itra was not", "The General held the bottle up to the light. \"Should have brought my\n own. Let's hurry up and get this over with.\"" ], [ "Which meant that now, after taxes, he had accumulated in his savings\n account a total of nearly $600,000 awaiting his return from Itra.\nShaeffer's ship stood off Itra while he prepared to disembark.", "In his cramped quarters, he dressed himself in Itraian-style clothing.\n Capt. Merle S. Shaeffer became Shamar the Worker.", "It took Shaeffer just short of three years to speak Itraian\n sufficiently well to convince non-Itraians that he spoke without accent.", "At the end of his training, Shaeffer was taken by special bus to the\n New Mexican space port. A ship waited.", "The Itraians declined....\nSpace Captain Merle S. Shaeffer, the youngest and perhaps the most\n naive pilot for Trans-Universe Transport, was called unexpectedly to\n the New York office of the company.", "were final and impartial. Capt. Shaeffer, in the presence of two of the\n men highest in the ruling councils of Earth, was reduced to incoherent\n awe.", "Itra. We feel we should send a man to the planet to, well, foment\n change and, uh, hasten the already inevitable overthrow of the despotic", "\"I—\" Capt. Shaeffer began.\n\n\n \"Give him the drink. If he doesn't want to drink it, he won't have to\n drink it.\"", "\"Yes sir,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.\n\n\n \"But did you know that the Lord has summoned you here today?\" Old Tom\n asked.", "\"Well, I was just trying to help—\"\n\n\n The sentence was interrupted by a monstrous explosion.\n\n\n \"Good God!\" Shamar cried. \"What was that?\"", "Itra. You know how long it takes to build them? My point is, we may not\n have that long. Suppose Itra should get secret of interstellar drive\n tomorrow, then where would we be?\"", "\"I never belonged to anything,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.\n\n\n \"Oh, I can assure you, that's been checked out very, very thoroughly,\"\n Old Tom said.", "Shamar! I couldn't bear it. We'll go to Xxla, we'll hide away as quietly\n as two mice, somewhere. We won't go out. The two of us, alone but", "government. That man will be strictly on his own. The Government will\n not be able to back him in any way whatsoever once he lands on Itra.\"", "Hearing Itraian spoken by a native in the flesh had a powerful\n emotional impact on Shamar the Worker.", "The Itraians spoke a common language. It was somewhat guttural and\n highly inflected. Fortunately, the spelling appeared to be phonetic,", "General Reuter cracked his knuckles nervously while Capt. Shaeffer\n muttered an embarrassed affirmative.\n\n\n \"I am a deeply religious man,\" Old Tom continued. \"I guess you've heard\n that, Merle?\"", "\"Shamar, my friend,\" she said, \"did you see Earth's proposal? There was\n nothing in it about giving us an interstellar drive. We were required", "When they were seated, Old Tom swiveled around and gazed long\n in silence across the spires of the City. Capt. Shaeffer waited\n respectfully. General Reuter fidgetted.", "He supposed they always would be there. But now, for the first time\n in his life, he could truly say that he had escaped their omnipresent\n threat once and for all. He felt relief and guilt." ], [ "It took Shaeffer just short of three years to speak Itraian\n sufficiently well to convince non-Itraians that he spoke without accent.", "In his cramped quarters, he dressed himself in Itraian-style clothing.\n Capt. Merle S. Shaeffer became Shamar the Worker.", "The Itraians spoke a common language. It was somewhat guttural and\n highly inflected. Fortunately, the spelling appeared to be phonetic,", "Which meant that now, after taxes, he had accumulated in his savings\n account a total of nearly $600,000 awaiting his return from Itra.\nShaeffer's ship stood off Itra while he prepared to disembark.", "Hearing Itraian spoken by a native in the flesh had a powerful\n emotional impact on Shamar the Worker.", "with only forty-three characters being required. As near as anyone\n could tell, centuries of worldwide communication had eliminated\n regional peculiarities. The speech from one part of Itra was not", "At the end of his training, Shaeffer was taken by special bus to the\n New Mexican space port. A ship waited.", "The Itraians declined....\nSpace Captain Merle S. Shaeffer, the youngest and perhaps the most\n naive pilot for Trans-Universe Transport, was called unexpectedly to\n the New York office of the company.", "\"I learned Spanish and Russian at TUT PS,\" Capt. Shaeffer said\n apologetically. \"I'm supposed to have a real high aptitude in", "Itra. You know how long it takes to build them? My point is, we may not\n have that long. Suppose Itra should get secret of interstellar drive\n tomorrow, then where would we be?\"", "were final and impartial. Capt. Shaeffer, in the presence of two of the\n men highest in the ruling councils of Earth, was reduced to incoherent\n awe.", "He stabilized his fall by stretching out his hands. He floated with no\n sensation of movement. Itra was overhead, falling up at him slowly. He\n turned his back to the planet and checked the time. Twelve minutes yet\n to go.", "\"I—\" Capt. Shaeffer began.\n\n\n \"Give him the drink. If he doesn't want to drink it, he won't have to\n drink it.\"", "Back, too, came word of a burgeoning technological civilization on the\n planet Itra, peopled by entirely humanoid aliens.", "\"I never belonged to anything,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.\n\n\n \"Oh, I can assure you, that's been checked out very, very thoroughly,\"\n Old Tom said.", "\"Sit down,\" she invited. \"I'm about to have breakfast. Eggs and\n bacon—\" the Itraian equivalent—\"if that's all right with you. I'm", "With a smile of superiority, she stepped aside and said in Itraian,\n \"Come in, Chom the Worker.\"", "One day, after a month of this routine, she threw herself into his\n arms and sobbed, \"I gave Von Stutsman back his earring today. It was", "\"Meta—Gelwhops—or even Karkeqwol, that makes no difference. Nobody on\n Itra speaks like you do. So you must be from that planet that had the", "So this is how easily spies are trapped in real life, Shamar told\n himself with numb disbelief.\n\n\n The story came out slowly and hesitantly at first. She said nothing\n until he had finished." ], [ "During the week alone in the cabin, Ge-Ge fell in love with Shamar.", "\"Look, Ge-Ge,\" he said over coffee. \"You don't like your government.\n We'll help you out. There's this Galactic Federation idea.\" He\n explained to her the cross-fertilization of the two cultures.", "were final and impartial. Capt. Shaeffer, in the presence of two of the\n men highest in the ruling councils of Earth, was reduced to incoherent\n awe.", "At the end of his training, Shaeffer was taken by special bus to the\n New Mexican space port. A ship waited.", "\"I never belonged to anything,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.\n\n\n \"Oh, I can assure you, that's been checked out very, very thoroughly,\"\n Old Tom said.", "\"Yes sir,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.\n\n\n \"But did you know that the Lord has summoned you here today?\" Old Tom\n asked.", "In his cramped quarters, he dressed himself in Itraian-style clothing.\n Capt. Merle S. Shaeffer became Shamar the Worker.", "Ge-Ge's mood, that evening, alternated between despair and optimism. In\n the end, she was morose and restless. She repeated several times, \"I\n just don't know what's going to happen to us.\"", "When Ge-Ge came back, he had still not resolved the conflict within\n him. She stood barefoot upon the rug and looked down at him, hunched\n miserably over the pan of water, now lukewarm.", "When Capt. Shaeffer entered the luxurious eightieth story suite, Old\n Tom Twilmaker, the President of TUT, greeted him. With an arm around", "She took his hand. Her hand was warm and gentle. \"Tell me, Shamar,\" she\n said. \"Tell me all about it.\"", "General Reuter cracked his knuckles nervously while Capt. Shaeffer\n muttered an embarrassed affirmative.\n\n\n \"I am a deeply religious man,\" Old Tom continued. \"I guess you've heard\n that, Merle?\"", "It took Shaeffer just short of three years to speak Itraian\n sufficiently well to convince non-Itraians that he spoke without accent.", "Garfling Germadpoldlt by the way, although you can call me Ge-Ge.\"", "his shoulder, Old Tom led Capt. Shaeffer to an immense inner office and\n introduced him to a General Reuter, identified as the Chairman of the\n Interscience Committee of the Over-Council.", "The last day in the cabin, they went out and dug up the rest of the\n money. The trip to Xxla took place without incident. Ge-Ge rented an\n apartment for him, and he safely checked in. She went shopping for food\n and clothing.", "\"Oh, that,\" Ge-Ge said, shaking off the effects. \"They were probably\n testing one of their damned automated factories to see if it was\n explosion proof and it wasn't.\"\nIV", "together, behind closed doors and drawn shades. Nobody will ever know\n about us. We'll be the invisible people.\"", "Old Tom explained, \"The General is a patriot. We all respect him for\n it.\"\n\n\n \"I understand,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.", "When they were seated, Old Tom swiveled around and gazed long\n in silence across the spires of the City. Capt. Shaeffer waited\n respectfully. General Reuter fidgetted." ], [ "Which meant that now, after taxes, he had accumulated in his savings\n account a total of nearly $600,000 awaiting his return from Itra.\nShaeffer's ship stood off Itra while he prepared to disembark.", "It took Shaeffer just short of three years to speak Itraian\n sufficiently well to convince non-Itraians that he spoke without accent.", "He stabilized his fall by stretching out his hands. He floated with no\n sensation of movement. Itra was overhead, falling up at him slowly. He\n turned his back to the planet and checked the time. Twelve minutes yet\n to go.", "She pulled off the shoe and peeled off the sock. \"Oh, God, it is\n swollen,\" she said. \"You think it's broken, Shamar?\"\n\n\n \"Just sprained.\"", "She waited until he had dried the foot and restored the sock and shoe.\n The swelling was gone. He stood up and put his weight on it. He smiled\n wanly. \"It's okay now. It's not broken, I guess.\"", "\"Let's look at your ankle,\" she said. She knelt at his feet and began\n to unlace the right shoe. \"My, it's swollen,\" she said sympathetically.", "In his cramped quarters, he dressed himself in Itraian-style clothing.\n Capt. Merle S. Shaeffer became Shamar the Worker.", "At the end of his training, Shaeffer was taken by special bus to the\n New Mexican space port. A ship waited.", "He sat down and unlaced his shoe and found his ankle badly swollen.\n Distant, unfamiliar odors filled him with apprehension and he started\n at the slightest sound.\n\n\n Dawn was breaking.\nIII", "One day, after a month of this routine, she threw herself into his\n arms and sobbed, \"I gave Von Stutsman back his earring today. It was", "The Itraians declined....\nSpace Captain Merle S. Shaeffer, the youngest and perhaps the most\n naive pilot for Trans-Universe Transport, was called unexpectedly to\n the New York office of the company.", "Below was darkness. Then suddenly the ground came floating up and hit\n him.\n\n\n The terrain was irregular. He fought the chute to collapse it, tripped,\n and twisted his ankle painfully.", "The Itraians spoke a common language. It was somewhat guttural and\n highly inflected. Fortunately, the spelling appeared to be phonetic,", "were final and impartial. Capt. Shaeffer, in the presence of two of the\n men highest in the ruling councils of Earth, was reduced to incoherent\n awe.", "Itra. You know how long it takes to build them? My point is, we may not\n have that long. Suppose Itra should get secret of interstellar drive\n tomorrow, then where would we be?\"", "Then seeing that he was safe, he noted his physical sensations. He\n was extremely cold. Gyrating wildly, he beat his chest to restore\n circulation.", "He winced as she touched it and then he reddened with embarrassment. He\n had been walking across dusty country. He drew back the foot and bent\n to restrain her.", "\"I—\" Capt. Shaeffer began.\n\n\n \"Give him the drink. If he doesn't want to drink it, he won't have to\n drink it.\"", "\"How's the foot?\"\n\n\n \"All right.\"\n\n\n \"Want to take it out?\"\n\n\n \"I guess.\"", "Stumblingly, he introduced himself and explained that he was camping\n out. During the previous night he had become lost and injured his\n ankle. If she could spare him food and directions, he would gladly pay." ], [ "\"Ge-Ge,\" he said, \"I can't spend my life in this apartment I've got to\n get out.\"", "When Ge-Ge came back, he had still not resolved the conflict within\n him. She stood barefoot upon the rug and looked down at him, hunched\n miserably over the pan of water, now lukewarm.", "Ge-Ge's mood, that evening, alternated between despair and optimism. In\n the end, she was morose and restless. She repeated several times, \"I\n just don't know what's going to happen to us.\"", "During the week alone in the cabin, Ge-Ge fell in love with Shamar.", "\"Oh, that,\" Ge-Ge said, shaking off the effects. \"They were probably\n testing one of their damned automated factories to see if it was\n explosion proof and it wasn't.\"\nIV", "The last day in the cabin, they went out and dug up the rest of the\n money. The trip to Xxla took place without incident. Ge-Ge rented an\n apartment for him, and he safely checked in. She went shopping for food\n and clothing.", "\"Look, Ge-Ge,\" he said over coffee. \"You don't like your government.\n We'll help you out. There's this Galactic Federation idea.\" He\n explained to her the cross-fertilization of the two cultures.", "Garfling Germadpoldlt by the way, although you can call me Ge-Ge.\"", "kind of a job. Only another government has got that kind of money to\n throw around.\" She tossed the currency carelessly beside him and came\n to sit at his side.", "One day, after a month of this routine, she threw herself into his\n arms and sobbed, \"I gave Von Stutsman back his earring today. It was", "He supposed they always would be there. But now, for the first time\n in his life, he could truly say that he had escaped their omnipresent\n threat once and for all. He felt relief and guilt.", "livid. I didn't think he had it in him. I suppose I'll have to quit my\n job now. Oh, if you only had papers so we could be married!\"", "He said nothing.\n\n\n \"Do you know what they'll do when they catch you?\" she asked.\n\n\n \"No,\" he said hollowly.", "Shamar! I couldn't bear it. We'll go to Xxla, we'll hide away as quietly\n as two mice, somewhere. We won't go out. The two of us, alone but", "\"I'm a city girl. I like Xxla. And if I marry him, all that goes up the\n flue. I'll be marooned with him, God knows where, for years. Stuck,\n just stuck.", "together, behind closed doors and drawn shades. Nobody will ever know\n about us. We'll be the invisible people.\"", "In his cramped quarters, he dressed himself in Itraian-style clothing.\n Capt. Merle S. Shaeffer became Shamar the Worker.", "The General continued, \"Now you know, Merle. And this is serious. I\n want you to listen to me. Because this comes under World Security laws,", "\"Actually,\" the General said, ignoring the executive, \"we'll be sort of\n renting you from TUT. In a way you'll still be working for them. I can\n get a million dollars out of the—\"", "the only fair thing to do. I'm afraid he knows about us. He's had me\n watched. I know he has. I admitted it was another man.\"" ] ]

[ "Who refers to themself as a \"tape-thief\" and why?", "What does Schlossberg think of women astronauts?", "What would enable the spaceship to select an alternate spot to visit before returning to earth?", "What is the role in the story of Zaino's conversation with the captain and crew before the crew sets out for their last tractor run?", "What is significant about Aiello's harsh ribbing of Zaino when Schlossberg offers Zaino his seat?", "What process causes lava flow at the surface on Mercury?", "What danger did the tractors face in running their survey routes back and forth from the space ship?", "Which crews were on the tractors that had routes on the dark side of Mercury?", "What were the full names and occupations of each of the crew listed here: Marini, Mardikian, Hargedon, Harmon.", "What does the mineralogist propose doing to investigate the state of the Bright side route after the volcanic plume is first noticed?" ]

[ [ "Mardikian. He is the geophysicist, and since there is a lot of quake activity on the planet, he ended up using more resources.", "Camille Burkett used it on a public relations project for when the crew returns to Earth.", "Tom, the biologist is also a filmmaker, and he used more than his share of tape recording visuals of the samples of crystals on Mercury.", "Schlossberg, the astronomer. He ended up responsible for meteorology, and there is a lot that is unknown about Mercury's weather." ], [ "He believes women can do anything men can do.", "He thinks they are a potential source of conflict on a space mission.", "He has his doubts as to whether they can perform in space as well as men.", "He thinks that women are better suited to space flight than men because they are smaller and use fewer resources." ], [ "If they could find another safe place to land, they could still make another stop.", "finding useable rocket fuel on the surface of Mercury.", "The tidal forces exerted on Mercury by the sun would tear the ship apart if they landed where they wanted to, on the day side.", "They could visit an alternate location if they were willing to give up some of their data tapes to save weight." ], [ "Zaino's complaints set the stage for his later mutinous activities.", "Zaino's complaining about lack of excitement in his duties sets the stage for the trouble that soon besets the tractor teams.", "Zaino's conversation firmly establishes the emotionally mature and professional demeanor Schlossberg.", "Zaino's complaints make it clear that he will never get another opportunity to fly in space." ], [ "Aiello is Zaino's mentor, but he is kind of like a drill sergeant, a bit of a jerk, but is just trying to build Zaino's character.", "Although the other crew think Zaino's attitude could be a problem, Aiello's comments are even worse and suggest that everyone is feeling the strain.", "Aiello would be Zaino's partner during the tractor trip, so generating bad vibes beforehand is not a good beginning.", "The whole crew is on edge. Everyone knows Zaino has expressed mutinous thoughts, " ], [ "During previous missions to Mercury, scientists set off a large number of nuclear bombs under the surface to try to make underground living space. This backfired, heating the rocks and causing the current lava flows.", "Mercury has a very high proportion of radioactive elements in its core compared to most planets, and these cause it to have a liquid mantle that reaches the surface as lava in weak spots of the crust.", "As Mercury goes around the sun, the sun pulls harder on the side of the small planet that faces it. The friction of some parts of Mercury's mass sliding past others creates heat, eventually melting the rock to create lava that can escape in volcanos.", "On the time scale of the universe, Mercury is still young and hasn't cooled down much. In addition, being close to the sun, the sun provides a lot of heat input. These factors make the core molten, and molten rock can escape to the surface as lava." ], [ "There was no danger for the tractors, which were highly maneuverable, but meteor strikes on the surface of Mercury were common, and were a danger to the space ship itself.", "If a solar flare occurred while a tractor was out on its Dayside route, it could ruin the electronics on the tractors, disabling them and cutting off communications.", "Because this was the first mission to the surface of Mercury, the crew could still not be certain that there were no native lifeforms that might attack them while away from the ship's defenses.", "Volcanic activity could change the planet's surface features and disrupt the established routes to and from the ship." ], [ "Harmon/Trackman and Zaino/Hargedon", "Marini/Spurr and Mardikian/Aiello", "Harmon/Trackman and Mardikian/Aiello", "Zaino/Aiello and Harmon/Trackman" ], [ "Ren Hargedon, technician;\nTom Marini, biologist;\nEileen Harmon, stratigrapher;\nMel Mardikian, geophysicist.\n", "Ren Hargedon, nuclear engineer ;\nTom Marini, biologist;\nEileen Harmon, stratigrapher;\nJoe Mardikian, geophysicist.\n", "Ren Hargedon, technician;\nTom Marini, biologist;\nEileen Harmon, stratigrapher;\nJoe Mardikian, geophysicist.\n", "Ren Hargedon, technician;\nTom Marini, biologist;\nEileen Harmon, mineralogist;\nJoe Mardikian, geophysicist.\n" ], [ "The mineralogist proposes bouncing radio signals off the ion clouds, like radar, to determine the condition of the surface.", "The mineralogist proposes calling back the Harmon/Trackman or Zaino/Hargedon tractors to go and check whether the route is still passable.", "The mineralogist says that the Brightside tractors will just have to find their own route in, because the ship itself is in danger and may need to blast off imminently.", "The mineralogist proposes checking whether the route is blocked by new volcanic disruptions by walking out to the location of the volcanic plume." ] ]

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[ [ "\"All right, that leaves me, the tape-thief. The last spools are in the\n seismographs now, and will start running out in seventeen hours. The", "\"Cam speaks for me, except that I could have used any more tape you\n could have spared. What I have is gone.\"", "\"I may as well stop now as any time. I'll never be through. Tape didn't\n make much difference to me, but I wish I knew what weight of specimens\n I could take home.\"", "\"What I can do, I will,\" replied Zaino, \"but you'd better tape a recall\n message and keep it going out on. Let's see—band F.\"", "\"There goes your foot again. Even Harmon is about ten years older than\n you, I suppose. But they're girls to me. What's more important, they no\n doubt think of themselves as girls.\"", "done our best with the natural tremors—incidentally stealing most of\n the record tapes the other projects would have used. We have a lot of\n nice information for the computers back home; but it will take all of", "\"I guess you'll have to, whether I like it or not,\" was the rather\n lukewarm reply. \"I'll keep on for awhile, though—until we're back in\n better light. You get at your radio job.\"\nIII", "\"I'm all set,\" replied Schlossberg. \"I have a couple of instruments\n still monitoring the sun just in case, but everything in the revised\n program is on tape.\"\n\n\n \"Good. Tom, any use asking you?\"", "\"Isn't that just my luck!\" he exclaimed. \"I jump at the first chance\n to get away from being bored to death. The minute I'm safely away, the\n only interesting thing of the whole operation happens—back at the\n ship!\"", "\"Who asked to come on this trip?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, I'm not blaming anyone but myself. If I'd stayed back there the\n volcano would have popped out here somewhere, or else waited until we\n were gone.\"", "\"Even Dr. Burkett. Here, get into your suit. And maybe you'd better\n take out the mike. It'll be enough if you can listen for the next", "\"So we sit until the last of the tractors is back with the precious\n seismo tapes, playing battleship while our back teeth are being", "\"Likely enough,\" Aiello replied. \"Remember though, it wasn't made just\n for talking into.\" Schlossberg, now on his feet, cut in quickly.", "\"I know there aren't,\" the voice then went on, responding to the words\n they could not hear, \"but it's only two or three miles, I'd say. Two", "\"I am—or rather, the equipment is. I don't see what else I can do\n unless a really bright idea should suddenly sprout. Is there anywhere\n else I could be useful? I'm as likely to have ideas working as just\n sitting.\"", "\"Is that merely bragging, or a challenge?\" drawled a voice which had\n not previously joined the discussion. Zaino flushed a bit.", "The noise didn't bother him particularly, though the endless seismic\n tremors made him dislike the ladders. But just now he was able to\n ignore both. He was curious—though not hopeful.", "Zaino tried. Hour after hour he juggled from one band to another. Once\n he had Hargedon stop while he went out to attach a makeshift antenna", "shaken out by earthquakes—excuse the word. What a thrill! Glorious\n adventure!\" Zaino, the communications specialist who had been out of a\n job almost constantly since the landing, spoke sourly. The captain was", "which, he hoped, would change his output from broadcast to some sort\n of beam; after this he kept probing the sky with the \"beam,\" first\n listening to the\nAlbireo's" ], [ "\"I'm all set,\" replied Schlossberg. \"I have a couple of instruments\n still monitoring the sun just in case, but everything in the revised\n program is on tape.\"\n\n\n \"Good. Tom, any use asking you?\"", "\"Likely enough,\" Aiello replied. \"Remember though, it wasn't made just\n for talking into.\" Schlossberg, now on his feet, cut in quickly.", "Schlossberg nodded; the words had not been necessary. His astronomical\n program had been one of those sabotaged by the transfer of tapes to the\n seismic survey.", "The wind which had nearly turned the\nAlbireo's\nlanding into a\n disaster instead of a mathematical exercise was still playing tunes\n about the fins and landing legs as Schlossberg made his way down to\n Deck Five.", "the youngster was almost unbearably cocky. Schlossberg hoped, as they\n returned to the\nAlbireo\n, that no one would murder the communications", "\"I'd just as soon be space-sick as seasick,\" remarked Camille Burkett.\n \"I still hate to think that the entire planet is as shivery as the spot\n we picked.\"", "for the work the youngster was doing for Schlossberg. This might, of\n course, have had the purpose of keeping the radioman too busy to think", "The radioman looked around hopefully. The geologists and the biologist\n shook their heads negatively, firmly and unanimously; but the\n astronomer pondered for a moment. Zaino watched tensely.", "shaken out by earthquakes—excuse the word. What a thrill! Glorious\n adventure!\" Zaino, the communications specialist who had been out of a\n job almost constantly since the landing, spoke sourly. The captain was", "tractors to turn back. Captain Rowson reminds me that only one takeoff\n is possible. If we leave this site, we're committed to leaving Mercury.\n Arnie and Ren, do you hear me?\"", "Harmon, Dr. Schlossberg, Dr. Marini and Dr. Mardikian are scheduled to\n go; but if any one of them is willing to let you take his or her place,", "\"That sounds funny coming from a spaceman, Captain. I didn't really\n mean adventure, though; all I want is something to do besides betting", "could set up grudges. Matter of fact, I'm even a little uneasy about\n having the girls along, though I'm no misogynist.\"", "\"There goes your foot again. Even Harmon is about ten years older than\n you, I suppose. But they're girls to me. What's more important, they no\n doubt think of themselves as girls.\"", "\"You needn't push, Doc. I wasn't going to make anything of it. Luigi\n was right, and I asked for it.\" The astronomer slowed a bit in his\n descent.", "\"It may be all right,\" Schlossberg said at last. \"What I want to get\n is a set of wind, gas pressure, gas temperature and gas composition", "and he really should be at the radio; but the thirty-nine-year-old\n mineralogist was a middle-aged lady by his standards, and shouldn't be\n allowed to carry heavy packages....", "as far as either man could see, nothing had changed recently. They\n descended the ladder carefully—even the best designed spacesuits are\n somewhat vulnerable—and made their way to the spot where the tractors", "\"No, and I'll bet a nickel she's suiting up right now to go out and\n see. I hope she comes back with something while we're still near enough\n to hear about it.\"", "Galaxy Magazine August 1963.\n\n Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that\n\n the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nMercury had no atmosphere—everyone knew" ], [ "Willard Rowson smiled. \"You researchers told me where to land after ten\n days in orbit mapping this rockball. I set you just where you asked. If", "tractors to turn back. Captain Rowson reminds me that only one takeoff\n is possible. If we leave this site, we're committed to leaving Mercury.\n Arnie and Ren, do you hear me?\"", "\"Ideal departure time is three hundred ten hours away, as you all know.\n We can stay here until then, or go into a parking-and-survey orbit at", "\"I'm all set,\" replied Schlossberg. \"I have a couple of instruments\n still monitoring the sun just in case, but everything in the revised\n program is on tape.\"\n\n\n \"Good. Tom, any use asking you?\"", "as far as either man could see, nothing had changed recently. They\n descended the ladder carefully—even the best designed spacesuits are\n somewhat vulnerable—and made their way to the spot where the tractors", "only beam it into empty space with his better antennae. He had better\n equipment for locating any projecting wisps of charged gas which might\n reflect his waves, but he was already located under a solid roof of the", "done with it before starting time, though, you are welcome to my place.\"\nThe communicator got to his feet fast enough to leave the deck in\n Mercury's feeble gravity.", "The wind which had nearly turned the\nAlbireo's\nlanding into a\n disaster instead of a mathematical exercise was still playing tunes\n about the fins and landing legs as Schlossberg made his way down to\n Deck Five.", "What he really needed was a relay satellite. The target was simply too\n far around Mercury's sharp curve by now for anything less.", "The\nAlbireo's\ncaptain nodded. \"Close enough. There really hasn't been\n much question since it became evident we'd find nothing for the mass", "shaken out by earthquakes—excuse the word. What a thrill! Glorious\n adventure!\" Zaino, the communications specialist who had been out of a\n job almost constantly since the landing, spoke sourly. The captain was", "No one was certain just how permanent the local surface was—though\n no one could really justify feeling safer on board the\nAlbireo\nthan\n outside on the lava. If anything really drastic happened, the ship\n would be no protection.", "Maybe you're close enough to them to catch them with diffracted waves.\n Try, anyway. Whether you can raise them or not you'd better start back\n yourself.\"", "\"About four days. A hundred hours, give or take a few. They'll be\n heading back anyway by that time.\"\n\n\n \"Of course. Well, keep trying.\"", "coils whose radiations would have diffracted a little more effectively\n beyond the horizon, but the receiver on the missing vehicle would\n not have detected them. He had more power at his disposal, but could", "minute and they invade the ship or cut off one of the tractors, I'm\n afraid you'll have to do without adventures.\" Zaino grimaced.", "as the fusion plants, below the wings and reaction mass tanks but\n above the main engine. Its outer door was just barely big enough to\n admit a spacesuited person. Even with the low air pressure carried", "which, he hoped, would change his output from broadcast to some sort\n of beam; after this he kept probing the sky with the \"beam,\" first\n listening to the\nAlbireo's", "least he had something to do in the tractor. However, this state of\n affairs did not last. Before the vehicle was four hours out of sight of\n the\nAlbireo", "\"That sounds funny coming from a spaceman, Captain. I didn't really\n mean adventure, though; all I want is something to do besides betting" ], [ "of them. All the tractors were in good radio contact; Zaino made sure\n of that before he abandoned the radio watch to Rowson, suited up and", "minute and they invade the ship or cut off one of the tractors, I'm\n afraid you'll have to do without adventures.\" Zaino grimaced.", "Zaino's final gesture was to set his transmission beam on the lowest\n frequency the tractor would pick up, aim it as close to the vehicle's", "Zaino was not only still alive but still reasonably popular when\n the first of the tractors set out, carrying Eileen Harmon and Eric\n Trackman, the\nAlbireo's\nnuclear engineer.", "Zaino responded at once. \"We got most of it, Doctor. Do you really\n think the ship is in danger?\"", "shaken out by earthquakes—excuse the word. What a thrill! Glorious\n adventure!\" Zaino, the communications specialist who had been out of a\n job almost constantly since the landing, spoke sourly. The captain was", "\"All right.\" Zaino turned back to his board and with no trouble raised\n the tractor carrying Hargedon and the mineralogist. The latter had been", "pack the equipment in the tractor he was to drive. Zaino had had no\n trouble in learning to make the observations Schlossberg wanted, and", "Whatever the cause, Zaino got little chance to use the radio once they\n had driven into the darkness. He managed only one or two brief talks", "hour or two.\" Zaino made no answer, suspecting with some justice that\n anything he said would be wrong.", "tractors to turn back. Captain Rowson reminds me that only one takeoff\n is possible. If we leave this site, we're committed to leaving Mercury.\n Arnie and Ren, do you hear me?\"", "\"So we sit until the last of the tractors is back with the precious\n seismo tapes, playing battleship while our back teeth are being", "\"Is that merely bragging, or a challenge?\" drawled a voice which had\n not previously joined the discussion. Zaino flushed a bit.", "Zaino tried. Hour after hour he juggled from one band to another. Once\n he had Hargedon stop while he went out to attach a makeshift antenna", "with those left at the ship.\nThe talks might have helped his morale, since they certainly must have\n given the impression that nothing was going on in the ship while at", "least he had something to do in the tractor. However, this state of\n affairs did not last. Before the vehicle was four hours out of sight of\n the\nAlbireo", "there'll be plenty of time to work out another.\" Hargedon and Zaino\n passed questioning glances at each other during the shorter pause that\n followed.", "Hargedon's silence began to carry an undercurrent of approval not\n usual in people who spent much time with Zaino. The technician made no", "Zaino hesitated as he swung out of the cab. True, there wasn't too\n much to be moved, and it wasn't very heavy in Mercury's gravity,", "\"Isn't that just my luck!\" he exclaimed. \"I jump at the first chance\n to get away from being bored to death. The minute I'm safely away, the\n only interesting thing of the whole operation happens—back at the\n ship!\"" ], [ "place without being nasty about it. If Zaino had been going with Aiello\n or Harmon—but he wasn't, and it was pointless to dream up trouble.", "\"Likely enough,\" Aiello replied. \"Remember though, it wasn't made just\n for talking into.\" Schlossberg, now on his feet, cut in quickly.", "\"Is that merely bragging, or a challenge?\" drawled a voice which had\n not previously joined the discussion. Zaino flushed a bit.", "hour or two.\" Zaino made no answer, suspecting with some justice that\n anything he said would be wrong.", "there'll be plenty of time to work out another.\" Hargedon and Zaino\n passed questioning glances at each other during the shorter pause that\n followed.", "shaken out by earthquakes—excuse the word. What a thrill! Glorious\n adventure!\" Zaino, the communications specialist who had been out of a\n job almost constantly since the landing, spoke sourly. The captain was", "If Hargedon saw this, he said nothing. He set Zaino to picking up\n every other instrument, as any partner would have, making no allowance", "It justified the careful examination that Schlossberg and Zaino gave\n the plain before they descended the ladder; for it made reasonable\n the occasional changes which were observed to occur in the pattern of", "Zaino tried. Hour after hour he juggled from one band to another. Once\n he had Hargedon stop while he went out to attach a makeshift antenna", "pack the equipment in the tractor he was to drive. Zaino had had no\n trouble in learning to make the observations Schlossberg wanted, and", "The wind which had nearly turned the\nAlbireo's\nlanding into a\n disaster instead of a mathematical exercise was still playing tunes\n about the fins and landing legs as Schlossberg made his way down to\n Deck Five.", "\"Would you like me to do some of the driving?\" asked Zaino.", "Hargedon's silence began to carry an undercurrent of approval not\n usual in people who spent much time with Zaino. The technician made no", "Hargedon and Aiello go as drivers, since without them even a minor\n mechanical problem would be more than an adventure. As I recall it, Dr.", "\"All right.\" Zaino turned back to his board and with no trouble raised\n the tractor carrying Hargedon and the mineralogist. The latter had been", "\"Get along, Arnie!\" the middle-aged lady interrupted this train of\n thought. \"Eric and Eileen are getting farther away and harder to reach", "Zaino responded at once. \"We got most of it, Doctor. Do you really\n think the ship is in danger?\"", "the youngster was almost unbearably cocky. Schlossberg hoped, as they\n returned to the\nAlbireo\n, that no one would murder the communications", "\"Of course. Excuse me. I should have had someone out here to help me\n with this. You two go on in. Ren, please get back as soon as you can. I\n can do the work here; none of this stuff is very heavy.\"", "minute and they invade the ship or cut off one of the tractors, I'm\n afraid you'll have to do without adventures.\" Zaino grimaced." ], [ "interesting. Mardikian and Schlossberg believed it to be a lava sheet\n dating from early in Mercury's history, when more volatile substances\n still existed in the surface rocks to cut down their viscosity when", "molten. They supposed that much—perhaps most—of the surface around\n the \"twilight\" belt had been flooded by this very liquid lava, which", "of the dubious stability of Mercury's crust. The call was intended for\n her fellow geologists Mardikian and Harmon. But it interested Zaino at\n least as much.", "How long it had stayed cool they didn't guess. But both men felt sure\n that Mercury must have periodic upheavals as heat accumulated inside", "If the energy can't leak out—and Mercury's rocks conduct heat no\n better than those of Earth—the temperature must rise.", "it—heat coming not from radioactivity but from tidal energy. Mercury's\n orbit is highly eccentric. At perihelion, tidal force tries to pull it", "This lasted through the time they spent doubling the vast crack in\n Mercury's crust, driving on a little to the north of the ship on the", "No one was certain just how permanent the local surface was—though\n no one could really justify feeling safer on board the\nAlbireo\nthan\n outside on the lava. If anything really drastic happened, the ship\n would be no protection.", "twilight strip, where the tidal strain would be greatest. Sooner or\n later this would melt its way to the surface, giving the zone a period\n of intense volcanic activity and, incidentally, giving the planet a", "Galaxy Magazine August 1963.\n\n Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that\n\n the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nMercury had no atmosphere—everyone knew", "\"Not as far as it's going already. I'm bouncing it off the ion layer,\n which is higher than any mountain we've seen on Mercury even if it's\n nowhere near as high as Earth's.\"", "\"I just hoped,\" he said. \"We each have an idea why Mercury developed\n an atmosphere during the last few decades, but I guess the high school", "ship will have to leave, because this area will sooner or later be\n covered. I can't guess how likely ... check further to get some sort\n of estimate. It's different from any Earthly lava source—maybe you", "Sooner or later, the men argued, deeply buried rock must fuse to magma.\n Its liquefaction would let the bulk of the planet give farther under", "had cooled to a smoother surface than most Earthly lava flows.", "Zaino hesitated as he swung out of the cab. True, there wasn't too\n much to be moved, and it wasn't very heavy in Mercury's gravity,", "The idea was reasonable. It had, the astronomer admitted, been\n suggested long before to account for supposed vulcanism on the moon.", "done with it before starting time, though, you are welcome to my place.\"\nThe communicator got to his feet fast enough to leave the deck in\n Mercury's feeble gravity.", "She was saying: \"—real all right, and dangerous. It's the ... thing I\n ever saw ... kinds of lava from what looks like ... same vent. There's", "guesswork; the people who really had them weren't around to tell about\n it. Unless Dr. Marini discovers a set of Mercurian monsters at the last" ], [ "as far as either man could see, nothing had changed recently. They\n descended the ladder carefully—even the best designed spacesuits are\n somewhat vulnerable—and made their way to the spot where the tractors", "At about the same time, the first tractor came into view again, now\n traveling north on the farther side of the chasm. Hargedon took this as\n evidence that the route thus far was unchanged, and kicked in highest\n speed.", "minute and they invade the ship or cut off one of the tractors, I'm\n afraid you'll have to do without adventures.\" Zaino grimaced.", "of them. All the tractors were in good radio contact; Zaino made sure\n of that before he abandoned the radio watch to Rowson, suited up and", "least he had something to do in the tractor. However, this state of\n affairs did not last. Before the vehicle was four hours out of sight of\n the\nAlbireo", "Zaino was not only still alive but still reasonably popular when\n the first of the tractors set out, carrying Eileen Harmon and Eric\n Trackman, the\nAlbireo's\nnuclear engineer.", "tractors to turn back. Captain Rowson reminds me that only one takeoff\n is possible. If we leave this site, we're committed to leaving Mercury.\n Arnie and Ren, do you hear me?\"", "No one was certain just how permanent the local surface was—though\n no one could really justify feeling safer on board the\nAlbireo\nthan\n outside on the lava. If anything really drastic happened, the ship\n would be no protection.", "tractors were parked in this shadow, and beside and between them were\n piles of equipment and specimens. The apparatus Schlossberg had devised\n was beside the tractor at the north end of the line, just inside the", "celestial objects such as Earth. Even with the tractor's lights it was\n getting harder to spot crevasses and seismometer markers. Zaino quickly", "along it. A new return route will have to be found for the tractors\n that ... was spreading fast when I saw it. I can't tell how much will", "There was enough in it, however, to seize the attention of the two men\n in the tractor.", "angled off toward the southwest. He had driven this run often enough\n to know it well even without the markers which had been set out with\n the seismographs. The photographic maps were also aboard. With them,", "enough. I can't see calling back either of the dark-side tractors.\n Their work is just as important as the rest—anyway, Eileen is probably\n out of range. She hasn't answered yet.\"", "\"So we sit until the last of the tractors is back with the precious\n seismo tapes, playing battleship while our back teeth are being", "tractor hummed off to the south, since both Darkside routes required a\n long detour to pass the chasm to the west. Routes had been worked out", "Zaino's final gesture was to set his transmission beam on the lowest\n frequency the tractor would pick up, aim it as close to the vehicle's", "Zaino responded at once. \"We got most of it, Doctor. Do you really\n think the ship is in danger?\"", "The trouble was that he could do very little more here than he could\n in the tractor. He could have improvised longer-wave transmitting", "\"All right.\" Zaino turned back to his board and with no trouble raised\n the tractor carrying Hargedon and the mineralogist. The latter had been" ], [ "tractors to turn back. Captain Rowson reminds me that only one takeoff\n is possible. If we leave this site, we're committed to leaving Mercury.\n Arnie and Ren, do you hear me?\"", "This lasted through the time they spent doubling the vast crack in\n Mercury's crust, driving on a little to the north of the ship on the", "At about the same time, the first tractor came into view again, now\n traveling north on the farther side of the chasm. Hargedon took this as\n evidence that the route thus far was unchanged, and kicked in highest\n speed.", "least he had something to do in the tractor. However, this state of\n affairs did not last. Before the vehicle was four hours out of sight of\n the\nAlbireo", "as far as either man could see, nothing had changed recently. They\n descended the ladder carefully—even the best designed spacesuits are\n somewhat vulnerable—and made their way to the spot where the tractors", "enough. I can't see calling back either of the dark-side tractors.\n Their work is just as important as the rest—anyway, Eileen is probably\n out of range. She hasn't answered yet.\"", "celestial objects such as Earth. Even with the tractor's lights it was\n getting harder to spot crevasses and seismometer markers. Zaino quickly", "Zaino was not only still alive but still reasonably popular when\n the first of the tractors set out, carrying Eileen Harmon and Eric\n Trackman, the\nAlbireo's\nnuclear engineer.", "other side and then turning west toward the dark hemisphere. The\n route was identical to that of Harmon's machine for some time, though\n no trace of its passage showed on the hard surface. Then Hargedon", "tractor hummed off to the south, since both Darkside routes required a\n long detour to pass the chasm to the west. Routes had been worked out", "tractors were parked in this shadow, and beside and between them were\n piles of equipment and specimens. The apparatus Schlossberg had devised\n was beside the tractor at the north end of the line, just inside the", "of them. All the tractors were in good radio contact; Zaino made sure\n of that before he abandoned the radio watch to Rowson, suited up and", "What he really needed was a relay satellite. The target was simply too\n far around Mercury's sharp curve by now for anything less.", "minute and they invade the ship or cut off one of the tractors, I'm\n afraid you'll have to do without adventures.\" Zaino grimaced.", "Zaino hesitated as he swung out of the cab. True, there wasn't too\n much to be moved, and it wasn't very heavy in Mercury's gravity,", "How long it had stayed cool they didn't guess. But both men felt sure\n that Mercury must have periodic upheavals as heat accumulated inside", "the tractor around. \"I've been awake for fourteen hours, driving off\n and on for ten of them; I'm about to drive for another six; and then\n I'm to stand by for more.\"", "The Harmon-Trackman vehicle was well out of sight when Mardikian and\n Aiello started out on one of the Brightside routes, and a few minutes", "tractors will start out on their last rounds in sixteen, and should be\n back in roughly a week. Will, does that give you enough to figure the\n weights we rockhounds can have on the return trip?\"", "done with it before starting time, though, you are welcome to my place.\"\nThe communicator got to his feet fast enough to leave the deck in\n Mercury's feeble gravity." ], [ "Harmon, Dr. Schlossberg, Dr. Marini and Dr. Mardikian are scheduled to\n go; but if any one of them is willing to let you take his or her place,", "Hargedon cut in at this point. \"What does Dr. Mardikian say about that?\n We still have most of the seismometers on this route to visit.\"", "\"It's all right with me,\" replied Rowson, \"but Dr. Mardikian runs the\n professional part of this operation. I require that Spurr, Trackman,", "Hargedon and Aiello go as drivers, since without them even a minor\n mechanical problem would be more than an adventure. As I recall it, Dr.", "\"I think Captain Rowson has the deciding word here, but if it helps\n your decision Dr. Mardikian has already started back. He hasn't", "The Harmon-Trackman vehicle was well out of sight when Mardikian and\n Aiello started out on one of the Brightside routes, and a few minutes", "of the dubious stability of Mercury's crust. The call was intended for\n her fellow geologists Mardikian and Harmon. But it interested Zaino at\n least as much.", "joined Hargedon at the remaining one. They climbed in, and Hargedon set\n it in motion.", "later Marini set out on the other with the spacesuit technician, Mary\n Spurr, driving.", "Zaino was not only still alive but still reasonably popular when\n the first of the tractors set out, carrying Eileen Harmon and Eric\n Trackman, the\nAlbireo's\nnuclear engineer.", "\"Excuse me, Doctor,\" cut in Hargedon. \"Our suits need servicing, or at\n least mine will if you want me to drive you. Perhaps Arnie can help you", "shaken out by earthquakes—excuse the word. What a thrill! Glorious\n adventure!\" Zaino, the communications specialist who had been out of a\n job almost constantly since the landing, spoke sourly. The captain was", "\"All right.\" Zaino turned back to his board and with no trouble raised\n the tractor carrying Hargedon and the mineralogist. The latter had been", "expert in the next twelve hours. There would be nothing to worry about\n after the trip started; Hargedon was quite able to keep anyone in his", "The radioman looked around hopefully. The geologists and the biologist\n shook their heads negatively, firmly and unanimously; but the\n astronomer pondered for a moment. Zaino watched tensely.", "Each made final checks on the other's suit; then they descended\n one more level to the airlock. This occupied part of the same deck", "\"There goes your foot again. Even Harmon is about ten years older than\n you, I suppose. But they're girls to me. What's more important, they no\n doubt think of themselves as girls.\"", "It was still just inside the shade when they finished, four hours\n later. Hargedon had joined them during the final hour and helped", "but I'm not grousing about it. Let's get on with this job.\" Hargedon\n nodded with approval, and possibly with some surprise, and the tractor\n hummed on its way.", "of them. All the tractors were in good radio contact; Zaino made sure\n of that before he abandoned the radio watch to Rowson, suited up and" ], [ "The mineralogist's voice contained at least as much professional\n enthusiasm as alarm, but everyone listening must have thought promptly", "\"You're right, of course. I just wanted to get an early look at this\n volcano, if it is one. We'll let the others finish their runs, and when", "The idea was reasonable. It had, the astronomer admitted, been\n suggested long before to account for supposed vulcanism on the moon.", "\"If it is a volcano. Dr. Burkett didn't seem quite sure.\"", "\"All right. I'll be ready to check the volcano as soon as you get back.\n How long?\"", "Hargedon cut in at this point. \"What does Dr. Mardikian say about that?\n We still have most of the seismometers on this route to visit.\"", "\"All right.\" Zaino turned back to his board and with no trouble raised\n the tractor carrying Hargedon and the mineralogist. The latter had been", "\"Who asked to come on this trip?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, I'm not blaming anyone but myself. If I'd stayed back there the\n volcano would have popped out here somewhere, or else waited until we\n were gone.\"", "ash was drifting into fairly deep piles, giving Hargedon some anxiety\n about possible concealed cracks. The last part of the trip, along the\n edge of the great chasm and around its end, was really dangerous;", "cones a couple of miles away to the northeast. The furrows down the\n sides of these, which looked as though they had been cut by water but\n were actually bone-dry ash slides, were always undergoing alteration as", "This hadn't changed noticeably since the last time either had been out,\n though there might have been some small difference in the volcanic", "ash mounds. I should think you'd still be close enough to make it out,\n Joe. Can you see anything?\"", "\"That's true. Still, it would mean sacrificing that set of seismic\n records—no, wait. We could go out later for those. And Mel could take\n his own weather measures on the later trip. There's plenty of time!\"", "sides than the cinder mounds near it; it couldn't be made of the same\n loose ash. Perhaps it consisted of half-melted particles which were", "angled off toward the southwest. He had driven this run often enough\n to know it well even without the markers which had been set out with\n the seismographs. The photographic maps were also aboard. With them,", "into the driver's eyes. Fine particles fell from it in a steady shower;\n looking back, the men could see tracks left by their vehicle in the\n deposit which had already fallen.", "The radioman looked around hopefully. The geologists and the biologist\n shook their heads negatively, firmly and unanimously; but the\n astronomer pondered for a moment. Zaino watched tensely.", "of the dubious stability of Mercury's crust. The call was intended for\n her fellow geologists Mardikian and Harmon. But it interested Zaino at\n least as much.", "\"I hadn't thought of that. Yes, I'd say it was pretty close to the\n Brightside route. It wouldn't be practical for you to stop your run now", "At about the same time, the first tractor came into view again, now\n traveling north on the farther side of the chasm. Hargedon took this as\n evidence that the route thus far was unchanged, and kicked in highest\n speed." ] ]

[ "What drugs does Jeff decide to take while he is in the jail cell?", "What is the role of Greet Snader in the story?", "What details about Snader suggest that he is a shady character?", "What is the first solid clue that Snader meeting up with Jeff and Ann was not an accident?", "What does the legal system in Snader's time do with people who break the law?", "What motivations drive Jeff and Ann on until they are past the point of no return in this story?", "Why does Snader grunt happily as the time machine takes them past room 724?", "Which of the two, Jeff and Ann, first realizes that they really did travel through time, and what causes this realization?", "Why did Snader con Jeff and Ann into coming on the time travel trip?", "How do Jeff and Ann end up in prison in the past?" ]

[ [ "Ann took the pill container away because she disapproved of how much self-medication Jeff was doing.", "He takes a vitamin, since the food at the restaurant was not very healthy.", "He decides not to take any of them, so he can stay sharp.", "He takes a sleeping aid, so that he can be well-rested for whatever the next morning brings." ], [ "To act as a guide to adventure travelers who want to have a totally different, new experience.", "To fleece Jeff and Ann out of what little money they have left by getting them to sign for a lease on a new building.", "To con Jeff and Ann into following him into the time machine, and turn them over to his boss.", "To collect on the loan that Jeff unwisely took from a mafia boss in order to start a new color television business." ], [ "He is described as suave and sophisticated, a charming person with a bit of an edge - and a mustache.", "He stays furtively in the shadows, as if he were shy, and keeps watching Jeff and Ann for a long time before he says a word.", "He is described as a stereotypical gangster: shiny, ill-fitting suit, loud shirt, short and squat, with a scarred face that looks like it's been in a fight.", "He is described as a salesman, with a silk suit, perfectly tailored, and sweaty hands." ], [ "When Snader uses Jeff's last name, without Jeff having provided it in the conversation.", "When Snader shows Jeff and Ann a folder with copies of the official documents showing that Jeff lost his leased business space.", "When Snader takes Jeff and Ann to his boss, and the boss already knows who they are.", "When Snader linked his arms with Ann and Jeff and walked them into the time travel machine." ], [ "They ship them to the future, when space travel is established, and then transport them off Earth to prison planets.", "Sends them back to the earliest moment that the time machine currently works, and has them build \"tracks\" even further into the past.", "In the future, new psychological methods re-educate wrongdoers, so the jail system is miniscule and there are no repeat offenders.", "Illegal activity is not tolerated, and offenders are simply shot." ], [ "Jeff is desperate to get money for a place to restart his business; Ann is excited by the idea of adventure, and she thinks Snader is attractive.", "Jeff has a professional interest in knowing what is behind the special effects trick he thinks he is seeing with the time machine; Ann yearns to see her dead mother again by traveling into the past.", "Jeff has a professional interest in knowing what is behind the special effects trick he thinks he is seeing with the time machine; Ann is excited by the idea of adventure, and she thinks Snader is attractive.", "Jeff is a stone cold risk taker. He thinks this is an exciting adventure; Ann just goes where Jeff goes." ], [ "He works like a dog on this time machine gig. Jeff and Ann are nice people, and he thinks they will give him a big tip.", "His prey is in the net, and the net has closed around them. Jeff and Ann cannot get away now.", "He loves his job more than life itself - making people happy by taking them on adventures they could never have otherwise.", "Another day, another dollar - he is thinking about quitting time and the gin and tonics he will drink on the money he made conning Jeff and Ann to take the \"time machine.\"" ], [ "Jeff is the first one to realize it, because Snader is driving them through a familiar landscape on a highway he knows did not exist in his own time.", "Ann is the first one to realize it, because there are no bars on the windows.", "Jeff is the first one to realize it, because the trees, houses and street lights don't look right.", "Ann is the first one to realize it, because she recognizes the motherly old lady at the house where station 724 is located as a friend of her mother's that died years ago." ], [ "Snader's boss was a philanthropist. He thought Jeff would appreciate another chance to run his business and get it right this time.", "Snader's boss is the executive of a TV manufacturing company, and they want to gain a competitive edge by transporting Jeff, a color TV expert, back to the past to invent color TV first for their company.", "The time machine business is a pyramid scheme. Snader is paid based on how many people he brings back, Snader's boss gets a cut, so they constantly need to bring back more and more people to keep the scheme profitable.", "Snader's boss is attracted to Ann and wants to get rid of Jeff so he can get his hands on Ann." ], [ "Jeff became upset and made a scene in the restaurant, and was arrested for disorderly conduct.", "Snader's boss accused them of stealing valuable artwork from his office.", "They tried to pay their restaurant bill with US currency, which wasn't accepted in this past.", "It wasn't a prison, it was a psychiatric hospital. The bystanders thought Jeff was nuts raving about time travel from the future." ] ]

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[ [ "and alone in a smelly jail. After hours of pacing the cell, he lay down\n in the cot and reached automatically for his silver pillbox. Then he\n hesitated.", "In the end, Jeff and Ann were locked in separate cells for the night.\n Jeff groaned and pounded the bars as he thought of his wife, imprisoned", "At the police station, Jeff put his elbows dejectedly on the high\n counter while the policeman talked to an officer in charge. Some men\n whom Jeff took for reporters got up from a table and eased over to\n listen.", "Jeff felt a little flame of excitement licking inside him. Something\n was happening, he felt. Something exciting and dangerous.", "Jeff's pulse quickened. He too felt a sort of midsummer night's\n madness—a yearning to forget his troubles. \"Okay, just for kicks. But\n we go in my car.\"", "Snader took Jeff's arm and pulled him to his feet. The screen was\n moving through a room numbered 724.\n\n\n \"Soon now,\" Snader grunted happily. \"Then no more questions.\"", "Jeff decided to go along with the hoax or whatever it was. He could\n see no serious risk. He helped Ann into the back seat and sat beside", "He passed a wakeful night. In the early morning, he looked up to see a\n little man with a briefcase at his cell door.", "\"'Walk into my parlor, said the spider to the fly,'\" she murmured to\n Jeff. \"This could be a gambling hell. Or a dope den.\"", "Jeff smiled tightly. \"I guess we'll find out in good time. Let's sit\n back and enjoy the strangest ride of our lives.\"", "In past weeks, his insomnia had grown worse and worse, so that lately\n he had begun taking stronger pills. After a longing glance at the", "There ensued a long, confused, inconclusive interrogation.\n\n\n The man behind the desk asked questions which seemed stupid to Jeff and\n got answers which probably seemed stupid to him.", "fumbled for a black one. Those were vitamin pills; the big red and\n yellow ones were sleeping capsules. He gulped the pill.", "Jeff lay there and put his hands behind his head. \"I doubt if I'm\n ready. I'm comfortable here. By the way, how did you know where I was?\"", "\"What's he supposed to be?\" Jeff asked as the onrushing picture showed\n them briefly a figure bound hand and foot, huddled in one of the\n chairs. He stared at them piteously for an instant before the picture\n surged past.", "The bottom dropped out of Jeff's stomach. \"What kind of money do you\n want? This is all I have.\"", "\"I guess I'm in trouble,\" Jeff told him. \"I'm a stranger here and I got\n something to eat under the impression that my money was legal tender.", "yet.\"\nJeff sighed and glanced around the crowded little restaurant. He wished\n he could fly away somewhere. At that moment, he met the gaze of the\n mustachioed man at the next table.", "Ann laid a hand on his sleeve. \"I haven't finished eating. Let's\n chat with the gent.\" She added in an undertone to Jeff, \"Must be a\n psycho—but sort of an inspired one.\"", "Snader bounded out, pulled open the rear door and jerked his head in a\n commanding gesture. But Jeff did not get out. He told Snader, \"Let's\n have some answers before we go any further.\"" ], [ "\"Just what you order,\" Snader said proudly. \"His name—Jeff Elliott.\n Fine sharp. Best in his circuit. He brings his lifemate, too. Ann\n Elliott.\"", "Snader led them in, up to the sixth floor in an elevator and along a\n corridor with heavy carpets and soft gold lights. He knocked on a door.\nA tall, silver-haired, important-looking man opened it and greeted them\n heartily.", "Ann was enjoying this. \"Tell me more, Mr. Snader. How does your time\n travel work?\"", "Snader unlocked the front door with a key which he drew from a fine\n metal chain around his neck. He swept open the front door with a\n flourish and beamed at them, but Ann drew back.", "her. Snader slammed the door and slid into the driver's seat. He\n started the engine with a roar and they rocketed away from the curb,\n narrowly missing another car.", "Snader gave him a hard grin. \"You hear everything upstairs.\"\n\n\n The building appeared harmless enough. Jeff looked thoughtfully at Ann.", "\"Mr. Snader,\" Ann said unsteadily, \"how long—how many years back are\n you taking us?\"\n\n\n Snader was humming to himself. \"Six years. Station 725 fine place to\n stop.\"", "Snader was fishing under his shirt for the key. He gave Ann a glance\n that was almost a leer. Then he carefully unlocked the door.", "\"I show you.\" Grinning like a wildcat, Snader linked his arms with Ann\n and Jeff, and walked them toward the screen. \"Now,\" he said. \"Step in.\"", "\"Your car is in future,\" Snader said briskly. \"Where it belong. Get\n in.\" He opened the door of the limousine.", "They went in. A fat man smiled at them from a desk in the hall. Snader\n said, \"Meet Peter Powers. Local agent of our bureau.\"", "\"Somebody worked hard on this layout,\" he said to Snader. \"What's it\n for?\"\n\n\n \"Time travel,\" said Snader. \"You like?\"", "Snader moved ahead to the cashier's stand. Jeff watched the weasel-like\n grace of his short, broad body.", "the far distance down the long moving corridor, they could see a stocky\n figure. The motion of the picture brought him nearer. In a few seconds,\n he was recognizable as Snader—and as the picture brought him forward,", "Before he could ask, Ann popped another question. \"Mr. Snader, you\n heard us talking. You know we're in trouble because Jeff missed a good", "In fact, that was what they seemed to have done. They were in the\n chair-lined corridor. As Snader turned them around and seated them,", "Snader's \"station\" proved to be a middle-sized, middle-cost home in a\n good neighborhood. Lights glowed in the windows. Jeff could hear the", "\"Solid man, Greet!\" he exclaimed. \"You're a real scratcher! And is this\n our sharp?\" He gave Jeff a friendly but appraising look.", "Snader took Jeff's arm and pulled him to his feet. The screen was\n moving through a room numbered 724.\n\n\n \"Soon now,\" Snader grunted happily. \"Then no more questions.\"", "\"Invite many people,\" Snader said quickly. \"Not expensive. You know\n Missing Persons lists, from police? Dozens people disappear. They go\n with me to other time. Many stay.\"" ], [ "Snader moved ahead to the cashier's stand. Jeff watched the weasel-like\n grace of his short, broad body.", "the far distance down the long moving corridor, they could see a stocky\n figure. The motion of the picture brought him nearer. In a few seconds,\n he was recognizable as Snader—and as the picture brought him forward,", "Snader led them in, up to the sixth floor in an elevator and along a\n corridor with heavy carpets and soft gold lights. He knocked on a door.\nA tall, silver-haired, important-looking man opened it and greeted them\n heartily.", "Snader was fishing under his shirt for the key. He gave Ann a glance\n that was almost a leer. Then he carefully unlocked the door.", "Snader's \"station\" proved to be a middle-sized, middle-cost home in a\n good neighborhood. Lights glowed in the windows. Jeff could hear the", "\"Come where?\" Jeff asked, studying Snader's mocking eyes. The man\n didn't seem a mere eccentric. He had a peculiar suggestion of humor and\n force.", "\"You afraid to believe,\" said Snader, a glimmer of amusement in his\n restless eyes. \"Why not try? What you lose? Come on, look at station.\n Very near here.\"", "It was hard to know whether Snader was sleepy or just bored, but he\n shrugged briefly to show there was no reply coming. Then he yawned.", "Snader gave him a hard grin. \"You hear everything upstairs.\"\n\n\n The building appeared harmless enough. Jeff looked thoughtfully at Ann.", "Before he could ask, Ann popped another question. \"Mr. Snader, you\n heard us talking. You know we're in trouble because Jeff missed a good", "\"Just what you order,\" Snader said proudly. \"His name—Jeff Elliott.\n Fine sharp. Best in his circuit. He brings his lifemate, too. Ann\n Elliott.\"", "Snader chortled and slapped him on the back. \"Maybe you see it some\n day, but forget that now. You come with me. Little trip.\"", "Snader unlocked the front door with a key which he drew from a fine\n metal chain around his neck. He swept open the front door with a\n flourish and beamed at them, but Ann drew back.", "Snader bounded out, pulled open the rear door and jerked his head in a\n commanding gesture. But Jeff did not get out. He told Snader, \"Let's\n have some answers before we go any further.\"", "Snader seemed amused. \"You are foolish fellow. Silly talk about ransom.\n You in different time now.\"", "\"Your car is in future,\" Snader said briskly. \"Where it belong. Get\n in.\" He opened the door of the limousine.", "\"Mr. Snader,\" Ann said unsteadily, \"how long—how many years back are\n you taking us?\"\n\n\n Snader was humming to himself. \"Six years. Station 725 fine place to\n stop.\"", "her. Snader slammed the door and slid into the driver's seat. He\n started the engine with a roar and they rocketed away from the curb,\n narrowly missing another car.", "\"Somebody worked hard on this layout,\" he said to Snader. \"What's it\n for?\"\n\n\n \"Time travel,\" said Snader. \"You like?\"", "Snader said, \"Watch me. Then look at other wall.\"\n\n\n He moved gracefully to the screen on the left wall, stepped into it and\n disappeared. It was as if he had slid into opaque water." ], [ "Snader gave him a hard grin. \"You hear everything upstairs.\"\n\n\n The building appeared harmless enough. Jeff looked thoughtfully at Ann.", "\"I show you.\" Grinning like a wildcat, Snader linked his arms with Ann\n and Jeff, and walked them toward the screen. \"Now,\" he said. \"Step in.\"", "Before he could ask, Ann popped another question. \"Mr. Snader, you\n heard us talking. You know we're in trouble because Jeff missed a good", "\"Come where?\" Jeff asked, studying Snader's mocking eyes. The man\n didn't seem a mere eccentric. He had a peculiar suggestion of humor and\n force.", "\"Just what you order,\" Snader said proudly. \"His name—Jeff Elliott.\n Fine sharp. Best in his circuit. He brings his lifemate, too. Ann\n Elliott.\"", "Snader bounded out, pulled open the rear door and jerked his head in a\n commanding gesture. But Jeff did not get out. He told Snader, \"Let's\n have some answers before we go any further.\"", "\"Mr. Snader,\" Ann said unsteadily, \"how long—how many years back are\n you taking us?\"\n\n\n Snader was humming to himself. \"Six years. Station 725 fine place to\n stop.\"", "Snader was fishing under his shirt for the key. He gave Ann a glance\n that was almost a leer. Then he carefully unlocked the door.", "Jeff decided to go along with the hoax or whatever it was. He could\n see no serious risk. He helped Ann into the back seat and sat beside", "Jeff glanced at it, then handed it to Ann with a half-smile. It read:\n4-D TRAVEL BEURO\n\n Greet Snader, Traffic Ajent", "Snader took Jeff's arm and pulled him to his feet. The screen was\n moving through a room numbered 724.\n\n\n \"Soon now,\" Snader grunted happily. \"Then no more questions.\"", "Ann was enjoying this. \"Tell me more, Mr. Snader. How does your time\n travel work?\"", "Snader's \"station\" proved to be a middle-sized, middle-cost home in a\n good neighborhood. Lights glowed in the windows. Jeff could hear the", "Jeff was perspiring. This was odder than he expected. Whatever the\n fakery, it was clever. His curiosity as a technician made him want to\n know about it. He asked Snader, \"Where do you propose to go? And how?\"", "Snader unlocked the front door with a key which he drew from a fine\n metal chain around his neck. He swept open the front door with a\n flourish and beamed at them, but Ann drew back.", "Jeff's legs felt weak. These highbinders seemed brutally confident. He\n wondered how he and Ann would find their way home through the strange\n streets. But he put on a bold front.", "Jeff yelled, \"Easy, man! Look where you're going!\"\n\n\n Snader guffawed. \"Tonight, you look where you are going.\"", "Jeff shrugged his big shoulders. \"If he's following us, he's nuts.\n We've got no secrets and no money.\"\n\n\n \"It must be my maddening beauty,\" said Ann.", "Jeff submitted to Snader's pressure and stepped cautiously into the\n screen. Amazingly, he felt no resistance at all, no sense of change or\n motion. It was like stepping through a fog-bank into another room.", "Snader moved ahead to the cashier's stand. Jeff watched the weasel-like\n grace of his short, broad body." ], [ "Snader showed his teeth. \"That was convict from my time. We have\n criminals, like in your time. But we do not kill. We make them work.", "Snader seemed amused. \"You are foolish fellow. Silly talk about ransom.\n You in different time now.\"", "Before he could ask, Ann popped another question. \"Mr. Snader, you\n heard us talking. You know we're in trouble because Jeff missed a good", "\"Somebody worked hard on this layout,\" he said to Snader. \"What's it\n for?\"\n\n\n \"Time travel,\" said Snader. \"You like?\"", "\"Mr. Snader's bureau is different,\" Jeff said to his wife. \"He even\n spells it different.\"\n\n\n Snader chuckled. \"I come from other time. We spell otherwise.\"", "\"Mr. Snader,\" Ann said unsteadily, \"how long—how many years back are\n you taking us?\"\n\n\n Snader was humming to himself. \"Six years. Station 725 fine place to\n stop.\"", "\"Snader,\" he said, \"if you're kidnaping us, you made a mistake. Nobody\n on Earth will pay ransom for us.\"", "\"Come on little trip to different time,\" invited Snader. He added\n persuasively, \"Could be back here in hour.\"\n\n\n \"It would be painless, I suppose?\" Jeff gave it a touch of derision.", "\"Your car is in future,\" Snader said briskly. \"Where it belong. Get\n in.\" He opened the door of the limousine.", "Snader took Jeff's arm and pulled him to his feet. The screen was\n moving through a room numbered 724.\n\n\n \"Soon now,\" Snader grunted happily. \"Then no more questions.\"", "Snader chortled and slapped him on the back. \"Maybe you see it some\n day, but forget that now. You come with me. Little trip.\"", "her. Snader slammed the door and slid into the driver's seat. He\n started the engine with a roar and they rocketed away from the curb,\n narrowly missing another car.", "In fact, that was what they seemed to have done. They were in the\n chair-lined corridor. As Snader turned them around and seated them,", "\"Invite many people,\" Snader said quickly. \"Not expensive. You know\n Missing Persons lists, from police? Dozens people disappear. They go\n with me to other time. Many stay.\"", "\"You afraid to believe,\" said Snader, a glimmer of amusement in his\n restless eyes. \"Why not try? What you lose? Come on, look at station.\n Very near here.\"", "Snader's \"station\" proved to be a middle-sized, middle-cost home in a\n good neighborhood. Lights glowed in the windows. Jeff could hear the", "Snader led them in, up to the sixth floor in an elevator and along a\n corridor with heavy carpets and soft gold lights. He knocked on a door.\nA tall, silver-haired, important-looking man opened it and greeted them\n heartily.", "Snader unlocked the front door with a key which he drew from a fine\n metal chain around his neck. He swept open the front door with a\n flourish and beamed at them, but Ann drew back.", "Ann was enjoying this. \"Tell me more, Mr. Snader. How does your time\n travel work?\"", "\"Almost as good as Disneyland. These movies represent the stream of\n time, I suppose?\"\nInstead of answering, Snader pointed to the screen. The picture showed" ], [ "Jeff decided to go along with the hoax or whatever it was. He could\n see no serious risk. He helped Ann into the back seat and sat beside", "Jeff shrugged his big shoulders. \"If he's following us, he's nuts.\n We've got no secrets and no money.\"\n\n\n \"It must be my maddening beauty,\" said Ann.", "Jeff's legs felt weak. These highbinders seemed brutally confident. He\n wondered how he and Ann would find their way home through the strange\n streets. But he put on a bold front.", "In the end, Jeff and Ann were locked in separate cells for the night.\n Jeff groaned and pounded the bars as he thought of his wife, imprisoned", "Ann clung to Jeff. \"Did you notice the house we came out of?\"\n\n\n \"What about it?\"", "Jeff's pulse quickened. He too felt a sort of midsummer night's\n madness—a yearning to forget his troubles. \"Okay, just for kicks. But\n we go in my car.\"", "At first, Jeff scarcely noticed the bold-looking man at the next table.\n Nor did Ann. Their minds were busy with Jeff's troubles.", "Ann jumped up. \"It might be fun, Jeff. Let's see what he means, if\n anything.\"", "He unlocked the front door without another word and carefully shut it\n behind them as Jeff and Ann followed him out of the house.\n\n\n \"Hey, where's my car?\" Jeff demanded, looking up and down the street.", "Ann was clutching Jeff's arm. He patted her hand. \"Fun, hey? Like Alice\n through the looking-glass.\"\n\n\n \"You really think we're going back in time?\" she whispered.", "Jeff and Ann blinked in mystification. Then they remembered his\n instruction to watch the other screen. They turned. After a moment, in", "For a little while, Jeff let himself think it might be true. \"Six years\n ago, your dad was alive,\" he mused to Ann. \"If this should somehow be\n real, we could see him again.\"", "Jeff jerked his thumb at them and told the waitress, \"Two, please.\"\n\n\n When the sandwiches arrived, they were ordinary enough. He and Ann ate\n in silence. A feeling of foreboding hung over them.", "Ann laid a hand on his sleeve. \"I haven't finished eating. Let's\n chat with the gent.\" She added in an undertone to Jeff, \"Must be a\n psycho—but sort of an inspired one.\"", "Jeff felt a little flame of excitement licking inside him. Something\n was happening, he felt. Something exciting and dangerous.", "\"Ann,\" he said slowly, \"I think this is for real. Somehow I guess we\n escaped from 1957. We've been transported in time.\"", "\"I show you.\" Grinning like a wildcat, Snader linked his arms with Ann\n and Jeff, and walked them toward the screen. \"Now,\" he said. \"Step in.\"", "They were headed back toward what should have been the boulevard. The\n car zoomed through a cloverleaf turn and up onto a broad freeway. Jeff", "Jeff rose to go. \"Mister, you better get to a doctor. Ann, it's time we\n started home.\"", "\"First I just played him along, to see how loony he was,\" Ann said.\n \"Now I wonder who's kidding whom.\" She concluded thoughtfully, \"He's\n kind of handsome, in a tough way.\"\nII" ], [ "Snader took Jeff's arm and pulled him to his feet. The screen was\n moving through a room numbered 724.\n\n\n \"Soon now,\" Snader grunted happily. \"Then no more questions.\"", "\"Somebody worked hard on this layout,\" he said to Snader. \"What's it\n for?\"\n\n\n \"Time travel,\" said Snader. \"You like?\"", "\"Mr. Snader,\" Ann said unsteadily, \"how long—how many years back are\n you taking us?\"\n\n\n Snader was humming to himself. \"Six years. Station 725 fine place to\n stop.\"", "Ann was enjoying this. \"Tell me more, Mr. Snader. How does your time\n travel work?\"", "Snader seemed amused. \"You are foolish fellow. Silly talk about ransom.\n You in different time now.\"", "\"I show you.\" Grinning like a wildcat, Snader linked his arms with Ann\n and Jeff, and walked them toward the screen. \"Now,\" he said. \"Step in.\"", "the far distance down the long moving corridor, they could see a stocky\n figure. The motion of the picture brought him nearer. In a few seconds,\n he was recognizable as Snader—and as the picture brought him forward,", "\"Your car is in future,\" Snader said briskly. \"Where it belong. Get\n in.\" He opened the door of the limousine.", "\"Mr. Snader's bureau is different,\" Jeff said to his wife. \"He even\n spells it different.\"\n\n\n Snader chuckled. \"I come from other time. We spell otherwise.\"", "Snader led them in, up to the sixth floor in an elevator and along a\n corridor with heavy carpets and soft gold lights. He knocked on a door.\nA tall, silver-haired, important-looking man opened it and greeted them\n heartily.", "\"Come on little trip to different time,\" invited Snader. He added\n persuasively, \"Could be back here in hour.\"\n\n\n \"It would be painless, I suppose?\" Jeff gave it a touch of derision.", "In fact, that was what they seemed to have done. They were in the\n chair-lined corridor. As Snader turned them around and seated them,", "Snader chortled and slapped him on the back. \"Maybe you see it some\n day, but forget that now. You come with me. Little trip.\"", "He took an arm of each as he had before. When the screen was filled by\n a room with the number 725, he propelled them forward into it.", "Snader gave him a hard grin. \"You hear everything upstairs.\"\n\n\n The building appeared harmless enough. Jeff looked thoughtfully at Ann.", "\"Likewise. But I still wonder what Snader's angle is.\" He leaned\n forward and tapped the driver on his meaty shoulder. \"You brought us\n into the future instead of the past, didn't you?\"", "The square grew on the screen. Soon they saw it was another room like\n the waiting room they had left, except that the number hanging from the\n ceiling was 702. They seemed to glide through it. Then they were in the\n dark tunnel again.", "\"Almost as good as Disneyland. These movies represent the stream of\n time, I suppose?\"\nInstead of answering, Snader pointed to the screen. The picture showed", "Snader was fishing under his shirt for the key. He gave Ann a glance\n that was almost a leer. Then he carefully unlocked the door.", "Jeff submitted to Snader's pressure and stepped cautiously into the\n screen. Amazingly, he felt no resistance at all, no sense of change or\n motion. It was like stepping through a fog-bank into another room." ], [ "Ann was clutching Jeff's arm. He patted her hand. \"Fun, hey? Like Alice\n through the looking-glass.\"\n\n\n \"You really think we're going back in time?\" she whispered.", "\"Ann,\" he said slowly, \"I think this is for real. Somehow I guess we\n escaped from 1957. We've been transported in time.\"", "Jeff and Ann blinked in mystification. Then they remembered his\n instruction to watch the other screen. They turned. After a moment, in", "For a little while, Jeff let himself think it might be true. \"Six years\n ago, your dad was alive,\" he mused to Ann. \"If this should somehow be\n real, we could see him again.\"", "Jeff decided to go along with the hoax or whatever it was. He could\n see no serious risk. He helped Ann into the back seat and sat beside", "Jeff's legs felt weak. These highbinders seemed brutally confident. He\n wondered how he and Ann would find their way home through the strange\n streets. But he put on a bold front.", "Ann clung to Jeff. \"Did you notice the house we came out of?\"\n\n\n \"What about it?\"", "Ann jumped up. \"It might be fun, Jeff. Let's see what he means, if\n anything.\"", "At first, Jeff scarcely noticed the bold-looking man at the next table.\n Nor did Ann. Their minds were busy with Jeff's troubles.", "Jeff glanced at it, then handed it to Ann with a half-smile. It read:\n4-D TRAVEL BEURO\n\n Greet Snader, Traffic Ajent", "Ann smiled back at him. \"You talk as if you could take us back to 1952.\n Is that what you really mean?\"\n\n\n \"Why not? You think this silly. But I can show you.\"", "Jeff smiled tightly. \"I guess we'll find out in good time. Let's sit\n back and enjoy the strangest ride of our lives.\"", "Jeff shrugged his big shoulders. \"If he's following us, he's nuts.\n We've got no secrets and no money.\"\n\n\n \"It must be my maddening beauty,\" said Ann.", "Jeff jerked his thumb at them and told the waitress, \"Two, please.\"\n\n\n When the sandwiches arrived, they were ordinary enough. He and Ann ate\n in silence. A feeling of foreboding hung over them.", "Ann was enjoying this. \"Tell me more, Mr. Snader. How does your time\n travel work?\"", "\"When does this gag stop?\" Jeff demanded irritably. \"You haven't fooled\n us. We're still in 1957.\"\n\n\n \"You are? Look around.\"", "The fellow seemed to be watching him and Ann. Something in his\n confident gaze made Jeff uneasy. Had they met before?", "In the end, Jeff and Ann were locked in separate cells for the night.\n Jeff groaned and pounded the bars as he thought of his wife, imprisoned", "Jeff looked at the street again. He secretly admitted to himself\n that these were different trees and houses than he remembered. Even", "Jeff sighed. \"I know it sounds impossible, but a man brought me in\n something he claimed was a time traveler. You speak the same language I" ], [ "Ann was enjoying this. \"Tell me more, Mr. Snader. How does your time\n travel work?\"", "\"Somebody worked hard on this layout,\" he said to Snader. \"What's it\n for?\"\n\n\n \"Time travel,\" said Snader. \"You like?\"", "\"Come on little trip to different time,\" invited Snader. He added\n persuasively, \"Could be back here in hour.\"\n\n\n \"It would be painless, I suppose?\" Jeff gave it a touch of derision.", "\"I show you.\" Grinning like a wildcat, Snader linked his arms with Ann\n and Jeff, and walked them toward the screen. \"Now,\" he said. \"Step in.\"", "Before he could ask, Ann popped another question. \"Mr. Snader, you\n heard us talking. You know we're in trouble because Jeff missed a good", "\"Invite many people,\" Snader said quickly. \"Not expensive. You know\n Missing Persons lists, from police? Dozens people disappear. They go\n with me to other time. Many stay.\"", "\"Likewise. But I still wonder what Snader's angle is.\" He leaned\n forward and tapped the driver on his meaty shoulder. \"You brought us\n into the future instead of the past, didn't you?\"", "Snader gave him a hard grin. \"You hear everything upstairs.\"\n\n\n The building appeared harmless enough. Jeff looked thoughtfully at Ann.", "\"Mr. Snader,\" Ann said unsteadily, \"how long—how many years back are\n you taking us?\"\n\n\n Snader was humming to himself. \"Six years. Station 725 fine place to\n stop.\"", "Jeff decided to go along with the hoax or whatever it was. He could\n see no serious risk. He helped Ann into the back seat and sat beside", "Jeff glanced at it, then handed it to Ann with a half-smile. It read:\n4-D TRAVEL BEURO\n\n Greet Snader, Traffic Ajent", "\"Just what you order,\" Snader said proudly. \"His name—Jeff Elliott.\n Fine sharp. Best in his circuit. He brings his lifemate, too. Ann\n Elliott.\"", "Snader seemed amused. \"You are foolish fellow. Silly talk about ransom.\n You in different time now.\"", "Jeff was perspiring. This was odder than he expected. Whatever the\n fakery, it was clever. His curiosity as a technician made him want to\n know about it. He asked Snader, \"Where do you propose to go? And how?\"", "\"Mr. Snader's bureau is different,\" Jeff said to his wife. \"He even\n spells it different.\"\n\n\n Snader chuckled. \"I come from other time. We spell otherwise.\"", "\"Come where?\" Jeff asked, studying Snader's mocking eyes. The man\n didn't seem a mere eccentric. He had a peculiar suggestion of humor and\n force.", "Snader took Jeff's arm and pulled him to his feet. The screen was\n moving through a room numbered 724.\n\n\n \"Soon now,\" Snader grunted happily. \"Then no more questions.\"", "Snader was fishing under his shirt for the key. He gave Ann a glance\n that was almost a leer. Then he carefully unlocked the door.", "\"They did,\" Snader said. \"No movie. Time travelers. In fourth\n dimension. To you, they look like flat picture. To them, we look flat.\"", "Snader bounded out, pulled open the rear door and jerked his head in a\n commanding gesture. But Jeff did not get out. He told Snader, \"Let's\n have some answers before we go any further.\"" ], [ "In the end, Jeff and Ann were locked in separate cells for the night.\n Jeff groaned and pounded the bars as he thought of his wife, imprisoned", "Ann was clutching Jeff's arm. He patted her hand. \"Fun, hey? Like Alice\n through the looking-glass.\"\n\n\n \"You really think we're going back in time?\" she whispered.", "Jeff decided to go along with the hoax or whatever it was. He could\n see no serious risk. He helped Ann into the back seat and sat beside", "\"Ann,\" he said slowly, \"I think this is for real. Somehow I guess we\n escaped from 1957. We've been transported in time.\"", "For a little while, Jeff let himself think it might be true. \"Six years\n ago, your dad was alive,\" he mused to Ann. \"If this should somehow be\n real, we could see him again.\"", "Jeff and Ann blinked in mystification. Then they remembered his\n instruction to watch the other screen. They turned. After a moment, in", "Jeff's legs felt weak. These highbinders seemed brutally confident. He\n wondered how he and Ann would find their way home through the strange\n streets. But he put on a bold front.", "Ann clung to Jeff. \"Did you notice the house we came out of?\"\n\n\n \"What about it?\"", "\"I show you.\" Grinning like a wildcat, Snader linked his arms with Ann\n and Jeff, and walked them toward the screen. \"Now,\" he said. \"Step in.\"", "Ann jumped up. \"It might be fun, Jeff. Let's see what he means, if\n anything.\"", "Ann smiled back at him. \"You talk as if you could take us back to 1952.\n Is that what you really mean?\"\n\n\n \"Why not? You think this silly. But I can show you.\"", "Jeff shrugged his big shoulders. \"If he's following us, he's nuts.\n We've got no secrets and no money.\"\n\n\n \"It must be my maddening beauty,\" said Ann.", "He unlocked the front door without another word and carefully shut it\n behind them as Jeff and Ann followed him out of the house.\n\n\n \"Hey, where's my car?\" Jeff demanded, looking up and down the street.", "At the police station, Jeff put his elbows dejectedly on the high\n counter while the policeman talked to an officer in charge. Some men\n whom Jeff took for reporters got up from a table and eased over to\n listen.", "Before he could ask, Ann popped another question. \"Mr. Snader, you\n heard us talking. You know we're in trouble because Jeff missed a good", "\"When does this gag stop?\" Jeff demanded irritably. \"You haven't fooled\n us. We're still in 1957.\"\n\n\n \"You are? Look around.\"", "\"Tell him, Kersey,\" the big man said, and stared out the window.\n\n\n Kersey began, \"You understand, I think, that you have come back in\n time. About six years back.\"", "Jeff smiled tightly. \"I guess we'll find out in good time. Let's sit\n back and enjoy the strangest ride of our lives.\"", "\"The same room,\" Ann said in disappointment. \"They just changed the\n number. We haven't been anywhere.\"", "At first, Jeff scarcely noticed the bold-looking man at the next table.\n Nor did Ann. Their minds were busy with Jeff's troubles." ] ]

[ "What is one of the problems with chemical warfare in Dell's opinion?", "Why do Brown and his confederates look so haggard and unhealthy?", "What was the goal of the travelers from the future?", "Why does Dr. Dell send packages of choice fruits and vegetables to former colleages at Camp Detrick and universities and research centers across the country?", "What is Johnson's purpose in visiting Dell's truck farm?", "Who is the farmhand that Curt and Louise first meet when they arrive at Dell's farm?", "What is the real purpose of the ominously heavy truck attached by a hose to an underground tank that Curt and Louise notice?", "What is the role of Curt's wife in this story?", "Does Dr. Dell want to be saved?" ]

[ [ "It creates vast toxic wastelands where nothing can grow.", "It is a tool of tyranny, available only to the rich and powerful who can then keep their power over the little guy.", "It causes genetic mutations that will affect the people of Earth for generations to come.", "It removes the direct \"bash your enemy in the head with the biggest rock you can find\" immediacy of being confronted with the results of your own violence." ], [ "Smoking was a very common activity, especially among men, at the time of the story. Their lungs were already vulnerable, and working around both military grade and agricultural chemicals has made it worse.", "There was neither a vaccine nor an effective treatment for tuberculosis at the time of this story, and these men had been sent to the country to isolate them, and to wait while they recovered or died.", "The men were living as fugitives, and it was hard for them to get enough food or medical care, which took a toll on their healht over time.", "They come from a future when a massive chemical weapons attack was unleashed. They are the debilitated survivors." ], [ "They were studying the pure science of time travel.", "To take revenge on the inventor of the chemical toxin that ruined their lives and their world.", "To invent an antidote to the chemical toxin that they could take back to the future before the chemical attack so that everyone could be saved.", "To prevent the war that unleashed the chemical holocaust on them." ], [ "Dell is a truck farmer now, and he is proud of the healthy produce he grows, and wants to advertise his skill. Better living through chemistry!", "Dell has poisoned the fruits and vegetables in a subtle way, and is trying to kill off scientists.", "Dell's truck farm has a mail order component, and he is trying to drum up business among people he knows, at their far-flung locations.", "Dell is part of the effort to prevent the war that leads to the chemical devastation of Earth. To prevent it, he needs to try to reduce the likelihood that the next toxin will be invented in the future by recruiting more scientists to his point of view. Gifts help." ], [ " To get a good look at the techniques Dell uses to grow such lush and appealing produce.", "He is considering quitting Camp Detrick himself, and he wants to understand what life might be like if he does that.", "To attempt to persuade him return to his career as a chemical weapons developer.", "To renew the friendship they had when they both worked at Camp Detrick." ], [ "He is Mr. Brown, a worker who has served generations of Dells on this farm.", "He is a vagrant that Dell has kindly taken in, giving him food for work. ", "He is Mr. Brown, one of the people who returned from the future. ", "He's a former crab fisherman in Cheseapeake Bay, working on farms now that the Bay is fished out." ], [ "Curt and Louis observe a dead rabbit in the vicinity of a small leak near the hose and realize that Dell is working on bioweapons secretly at the truck farm.", "According to the farmhand, Brown, it is a special chemical of Dell's devising that gives the fields their greenish cast and makes them grow so well.", "The heavy liquid being pumped is the coolant loop for the time machine that transported survivors from the future back to Dell's farm.", "According to Dell, it is just liquid fertilizer being transferred from underground tank to truck, to then fertilize the fields. " ], [ "Her insight helps Curt realize that war is evil.", "She doesn't really have a role. She is just a decoration.", "She makes the key observation that Dr Dell's and Mr. Brown's afflictions must be related, a clue that they both came from the future.", "She is there as eye candy for Dr. Dell, who was a noted womanizer in his Camp Detrick days." ], [ "Yes. Like so many suffering from chronic pain, there are times he wants to die, but with a little support, he finds the courage to get help and go on.", "Yes. He realizes that he needs help, and he sends Curt to bring Dr. Wilson from Towson.", "No. He purposely sends Curt the wrong direction because he knows he needs to die to prevent a future war.", "No. He has been in pain for so long now that he just wants an end to it all." ] ]

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[ [ "\"They want me to produce even deadlier toxins than those I gave them,\"\n Dell said viciously. \"They want some that can kill ten million people\n in four minutes instead of only one million—\"", "Dell shook his head. \"That's a blind hope. The action of D. triconus is\n like a match set to a powder train. The instant its molecules contact", "\"And why shouldn't the gun-makers be tormented?\" Dell's voice was\n low with controlled hate. \"They are men like you and me who give the\nwar\n-makers new tools for their trade.\"", "\"Politicians? Since when did men of science have to wait upon\n politicians for solutions of human problems?\" Dell passed a hand over\n his brow, and suddenly his face contorted in pain.", "\"Oh, Dell, it's not as simple as that.\" Curt raised a hand and let it\n fall wearily. They had been over this so many times before. \"Weapon", "the road. \"The Army doesn't want it to leak, but they need Dell, need\n him badly. Anyone knowing bio-war developments would understand. They", "Dell touched the massive dome of his skull. \"Here within this brain of\n mine has been conceived a thing which will probably destroy a billion", "\"—And the brass riding you as if they expected you to win another war\n for them tomorrow afternoon,\" said Dell. \"I remember.\"", "consciences, Dell told them to examine their own guts first. That\n was typical of him then, but soon after, he swung just as strongly\n pacifist and walked out of Detrick.\"", "Curt sat down on the edge of the bed. \"I'm afraid something terrible\n is wrong with Dell. Besides the neurotic guilt complex because of his", "\"Do you remember me five years ago?\" Dell's face became more haggard,\n as if the memory shamed him. \"Do you remember when I told the atomic\n scientists to examine their guts instead of their consciences?\"", "\"You might say that we would be in the rock business,\" replied Dell.\n \"Fighting is no longer on the level of one man with his hands about", "\"Dr. Hamon Dell, world's foremost biochemist—and truck farmer,\" Curt\n muttered as he swung the car off the highway.", "Curt's throat was dry with panic. Irrelevantly, he recalled the\n pain-fired eyes of Dell and the dying scientist's words: \"The\n responsibility for the coming destruction of civilization lies at the\n doors of the scientist mercenaries—\"", "felt cold at the descending chill of the night, his mind bewildered\n at Dell's barrage, some of it so reasonable, some of it so utterly", "\"Any man would go insane if he looked at it that way. It would be the\n same as gun-makers being tormented by the vision of torn men destroyed\n by their bullets, the sorrowing families—\"", "have\nto stay at Detrick producing the toxins and aerosols that\n will destroy millions of lives. But he never showed us how we could", "command me to work out still another toxin. It's a vicious and insane\n circle, which must be broken somewhere. The purpose of the entire\n remainder of my life is to break it.\"", "For nearly a year Dr. Dell had been sending packages of choice fruit\n and vegetables to his former colleagues, not only at the biological\n warfare center at Camp Detrick but at the universities and other", "war will be like, but there is absolutely no doubt about the weapons of\n World War IV. It will be fought with stones and spears. I guess any one\n of us could have said it.\"" ], [ "He was a bony creature, even more cadaverous than Brown. He caught\n sight of Curt's almost indecently robust face. He gasped and swore.\n\n\n \"Who is this? What's he doing here?\"", "\"That's Brown. He came with the place—farmed it for years for my uncle\n before I inherited it. He could grow a garden on a granite slab. In\n spite of appearances, he's well enough physically.\"", "He fell back upon the pillow, his face white with pain and shining with\n sweat. \"Brown—see Brown. He can tell you the—the rest.\"", "group of twelve or fifteen men jammed closely about some object with\n their backs to Curt and Brown.\nBrown shambled forward like an agitated skeleton, breaking the circle.", "The gaunt figure behind them coughed asthmatically and pointed with an\n arm that seemed composed only of bones and brownish skin, so thin as to\n be almost translucent.", "to Dell's haggard appearance. The fierce eyes looked merely old and\n tired now. The ageless, leathery hide of Dell's face seemed to have", "uninviting, almost oppressive. Curt told himself it was the utter\n silence, made even more tense by the lonely chugging of the engine in\n back, and the incredible harsh color of the soil beneath their feet.", "As if unable to comprehend, the hired man stared dumbly for a long\n moment. His hollow-cheeked face was almost skeletal in the light that\n flooded out from behind him.", "\"Who's the man we saw?\" asked Curt. \"He looks as if his health is\n pretty precarious.\"", "The entire montage of skull faces turned upon Curt. He heard a sharp\n collective intake of breath, as if his presence were some unforeseen\n calamity that had shaken the course of their incomprehensible lives.", "Curt moved slowly forward. Brown closed the door behind him and\n motioned toward a closed door at the other end of a short hall. They", "\"I wonder if I could use your—\" Curt began. He gasped. \"Brown! Dell's\n dying—we've got to get a doctor for him—\"", "Slowly Curt sank down upon the chair beside the stranger. There was\n nothing else to do. He was powerless against Brown's gun. But he'd\n bring them to justice somehow, he swore.", "Curt frantically got dressed, ran down the stairs and out to the car.\n He wondered absently what had become of the cadaverous Brown, who", "Dell raised a lock of steel-gray hair in his fingers and dismissed the\n question with a wan smile. \"We all wear out sometime,\" he said. \"My", "The face of the aging biochemist contorted again with unbearable pain.\n His forehead beaded with sweat as he clenched his skull between his\n vein-knotted hands.", "almost imperceptibly toward a vertical red marker over the face of the\n screen. The men stared as if hypnotized by it.\nThe newcomers' arrival, however, disturbed their attention. One man", "\"Hired man, I suppose. Sounds as if he should be in a lung sanitarium.\n Funny that Dell would keep him around in that condition.\"", "Only the smooth green trace remained, motionless and without meaning.\n\n\n With hesitant shuffling of feet, the circle expanded. The men glanced\n uncertainly at one another.", "\"Do you remember me five years ago?\" Dell's face became more haggard,\n as if the memory shamed him. \"Do you remember when I told the atomic\n scientists to examine their guts instead of their consciences?\"" ], [ "\"At another point in the Time Continuum,\" said Sark. \"The future. Your\n future, you understand. Or, rather,\nour\npresent, the one you created\n for us.\"", "Sark's eyes were burning now. \"Do you understand what that means? We\n had to go\nback\n, not forward. We had to arm to fight a new war, a war\n to prevent the final war that destroyed Mankind.\"", "\"They want you,\" said Curt quietly, \"because they believe we are not\n the only ones possessing the toxin. They need you to come back and help\n find the antitoxin for D. triconus.\"", "A mummylike figure rose from a seat before the instrument. \"Your coming\n is tremendously unfortunate, but for the moment we can do nothing about\n it. Sit here beside me. My name is Tarron Sark.\"", "almost imperceptibly toward a vertical red marker over the face of the\n screen. The men stared as if hypnotized by it.\nThe newcomers' arrival, however, disturbed their attention. One man", "Dell touched the massive dome of his skull. \"Here within this brain of\n mine has been conceived a thing which will probably destroy a billion", "last we knew that the dream was truly vain this time. We survivors\n lived in hermetically sealed caverns, trying to exist and recover our\n lost science and technology.", "not bear a new race out of these famished and rickety bodies of ours.\n Unless Man was to vanish completely from the face of the Earth, we had\n only a single hope. That hope was to prevent the destruction from ever", "\"Hard to tell,\" Curt said, unconsciously speeding up again. \"After\n the war, when the atomic scientists were publicly examining their", "\"An American city,\" said Sark, hurrying his words now. \"Any city. They\n are all alike. Ruin. Death. This one died thirty years ago.\"", "\"Exactly,\" he said. \"You reach for a rock and beat his brains in. You\n don't wipe human life off the face of the Earth in order to reach that", "of gaunt rubble. Curt could see the veins pounding beneath the thin\n flesh of his forehead. \"We lived for twenty years with the dream of\n rebuilding a world, the same dream that has followed all wars. But at", "Then Curt saw that the object of the men's attention was a large\n cathode ray screen occupied by a single green line. There was a pip on\n it rising sharply near one side of the two-foot tube. The pip moved", "\"Dell must have sent you to us!\" Sark said, as if a great mystery had\n suddenly been lifted from his mind. \"He did not have time to tell you\n everything. Did he tell you to take the road behind the farm?\"", "rigidly, hardly breathing in the effort of control. \"The responsibility\n for the coming destruction of civilization lies at the doors of the\n scientist mercenaries. Don't allow it, Curt. Get them to abandon the", "Curt's throat was dry with panic. Irrelevantly, he recalled the\n pain-fired eyes of Dell and the dying scientist's words: \"The\n responsibility for the coming destruction of civilization lies at the\n doors of the scientist mercenaries—\"", "\"Back? How could you go back?\" Curt hesitated, grasping now the full\n insanity of the scene about him. \"How have you\ncome", "\"What a horrible joke that turned out to be! Today we are the terror of\n the world. The war-makers built us fine laboratories, shining palaces,", "\"No.\" The man, Sark, shook his head. \"Dell is reconciled. He has to go.\n We are awaiting precisely the event you would halt—his death.\"", "\"Their loyalty is only to their science. But they can't experiment for\n knowledge any more, only weapons and counter-weapons. You'll say I'm" ], [ "For nearly a year Dr. Dell had been sending packages of choice fruit\n and vegetables to his former colleagues, not only at the biological\n warfare center at Camp Detrick but at the universities and other", "!\"\n Louise glanced down at the lunch basket between them. In it were\n tomatoes that Dr. Hamon Dell had sent along with his invitation to\n visit him.", "\"It must be something in this particular soil,\" said Curt, \"something\n that gives it that color and produces such wonderful crops. I'll have\n to remember to ask Dell about it.\"\n\n\n \"You want Dr. Dell?\"", "consciences, Dell told them to examine their own guts first. That\n was typical of him then, but soon after, he swung just as strongly\n pacifist and walked out of Detrick.\"", "\"They want me to produce even deadlier toxins than those I gave them,\"\n Dell said viciously. \"They want some that can kill ten million people\n in four minutes instead of only one million—\"", "His sign was visible for a half mile:\nYOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT\n\n Eat the Best\n\n EAT DELL'S VEGETABLES", "the road. \"The Army doesn't want it to leak, but they need Dell, need\n him badly. Anyone knowing bio-war developments would understand. They", "\"It's getting cool. I wish Dell would show up.\" Louise glanced out\n over the twenty-acre expanse of truck farm. Thick rows of robust", "\"Dr. Hamon Dell, world's foremost biochemist—and truck farmer,\" Curt\n muttered as he swung the car off the highway.", "\"And the brass at Detrick doesn't think he's gone soft in the head,\n either,\" she added much too innocently. \"So they ordered you to take\n advantage of his invitation and try to persuade him to come back.\"", "\"My friend, Dr. Dell, is dying,\" Curt snapped out, refusing to sit\n down. \"I've got to get help. I saw your light and hoped you'd allow me", "\"Dell must have sent you to us!\" Sark said, as if a great mystery had\n suddenly been lifted from his mind. \"He did not have time to tell you\n everything. Did he tell you to take the road behind the farm?\"", "\"Do you remember me five years ago?\" Dell's face became more haggard,\n as if the memory shamed him. \"Do you remember when I told the atomic\n scientists to examine their guts instead of their consciences?\"", "plants covered the area. Tomatoes, carrots, beets, lettuce, and other\n vegetables—a hundred or so fruit trees were at the far end. Between\n them ran the road over which the massive truck had apparently entered", "Dell shook his head. \"That's a blind hope. The action of D. triconus is\n like a match set to a powder train. The instant its molecules contact", "\"Me? Help you?\" Curt asked incredulously. \"What could I do? Give up\n science and become a truck gardener, too?\"", "\"It still seems strange that he abandoned his whole career. The world's\n foremost biochemist giving up the laboratory for a\ntruck farm", "\"Politicians? Since when did men of science have to wait upon\n politicians for solutions of human problems?\" Dell passed a hand over\n his brow, and suddenly his face contorted in pain.", "Curt's throat was dry with panic. Irrelevantly, he recalled the\n pain-fired eyes of Dell and the dying scientist's words: \"The\n responsibility for the coming destruction of civilization lies at the\n doors of the scientist mercenaries—\"", "\"They want you,\" said Curt quietly, \"because they believe we are not\n the only ones possessing the toxin. They need you to come back and help\n find the antitoxin for D. triconus.\"" ], [ "\"It's getting cool. I wish Dell would show up.\" Louise glanced out\n over the twenty-acre expanse of truck farm. Thick rows of robust", "\"Pretty deadly games for children, darling.\"\nIn the late afternoon they by-passed the central part of Baltimore and\n headed north beyond the suburb of Towson toward Dell's truck farm.", "\"Dr. Hamon Dell, world's foremost biochemist—and truck farmer,\" Curt\n muttered as he swung the car off the highway.", "\"Dell must have sent you to us!\" Sark said, as if a great mystery had\n suddenly been lifted from his mind. \"He did not have time to tell you\n everything. Did he tell you to take the road behind the farm?\"", "plants covered the area. Tomatoes, carrots, beets, lettuce, and other\n vegetables—a hundred or so fruit trees were at the far end. Between\n them ran the road over which the massive truck had apparently entered", "His sign was visible for a half mile:\nYOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT\n\n Eat the Best\n\n EAT DELL'S VEGETABLES", "A heavy step sounded abruptly and Dell's shaggy head appeared from\n around the end of the truck. His face lighted with pleasure.", "\"It must be something in this particular soil,\" said Curt, \"something\n that gives it that color and produces such wonderful crops. I'll have\n to remember to ask Dell about it.\"\n\n\n \"You want Dr. Dell?\"", "\"This is Curtis Johnson,\" said Brown. \"He got lost looking for a doctor\n for Dell.\"", "\"Me? Help you?\" Curt asked incredulously. \"What could I do? Give up\n science and become a truck gardener, too?\"", "\"That's Brown. He came with the place—farmed it for years for my uncle\n before I inherited it. He could grow a garden on a granite slab. In\n spite of appearances, he's well enough physically.\"", "!\"\n Louise glanced down at the lunch basket between them. In it were\n tomatoes that Dr. Hamon Dell had sent along with his invitation to\n visit him.", "\"It still seems strange that he abandoned his whole career. The world's\n foremost biochemist giving up the laboratory for a\ntruck farm", "\"What's the matter with you?\" Curt asked, stupefied. \"Dell's dying. He\n needs help.\"\n\n\n \"Get in here!\"", "\"My friend, Dr. Dell, is dying,\" Curt snapped out, refusing to sit\n down. \"I've got to get help. I saw your light and hoped you'd allow me", "For nearly a year Dr. Dell had been sending packages of choice fruit\n and vegetables to his former colleagues, not only at the biological\n warfare center at Camp Detrick but at the universities and other", "From somewhere behind the house came the sound of a truck engine. Curt\n took Louise's arm and led her around the trim, graveled path.", "\"Yes,\" said Curt shakenly. \"We're friends of his.\"\n\n\n \"Dell's in back. I'll tell him you're here.\"", "after dinner. While they watched the flickering light that whipped the\n beamed ceiling, Dell entertained them with stories of his neighbors,\n whose histories he knew clear back to Revolutionary times.", "\"Oh, that. It brings liquid fertilizer to pump into my irrigation\n water, that's all. No mystery. Let's go on to the house. After you're" ], [ "\"It's getting cool. I wish Dell would show up.\" Louise glanced out\n over the twenty-acre expanse of truck farm. Thick rows of robust", "somehow killed Dell, or thought they had, and they wouldn't hesitate\n to kill Curt. He thought of Louise in the great house with the corpse", "\"Yes,\" said Curt shakenly. \"We're friends of his.\"\n\n\n \"Dell's in back. I'll tell him you're here.\"", "Curt's hand was almost lost in Dell's enormous grip, but it wasn't\n because of that that his grip was passive. It was his shocked reaction", "From somewhere behind the house came the sound of a truck engine. Curt\n took Louise's arm and led her around the trim, graveled path.", "\"What's the matter with you?\" Curt asked, stupefied. \"Dell's dying. He\n needs help.\"\n\n\n \"Get in here!\"", "Slowly Curt mounted the staircase of the old house and went to the room\n Dell had assigned them. Louise was in bed reading a murder mystery.\n\n\n \"Secret mission completed?\" she asked.", "\"It must be something in this particular soil,\" said Curt, \"something\n that gives it that color and produces such wonderful crops. I'll have\n to remember to ask Dell about it.\"\n\n\n \"You want Dr. Dell?\"", "\"Curt, my boy! And Louise! I thought you weren't going to show up at\n all.\"", "\"Dr. Hamon Dell, world's foremost biochemist—and truck farmer,\" Curt\n muttered as he swung the car off the highway.", "Louise stepped out when the tires ceased crunching on the gravel lane.\n She scanned the fields and old woods beyond the ancient but preserved\n farmhouse. \"It's so unearthly.\"", "\"Dell must have sent you to us!\" Sark said, as if a great mystery had\n suddenly been lifted from his mind. \"He did not have time to tell you\n everything. Did he tell you to take the road behind the farm?\"", "Beside him, his wife, Louise, held her blowing hair away from her face\n and laughed into the warm air. \"Dr. Dell isn't going to run away.", "Early, however, Louise excused herself. She knew they would want\n privacy to thresh out the purposes behind Dell's invitation—and Curt's\n acceptance.", "\"My friend, Dr. Dell, is dying,\" Curt snapped out, refusing to sit\n down. \"I've got to get help. I saw your light and hoped you'd allow me", "!\"\n Louise glanced down at the lunch basket between them. In it were\n tomatoes that Dr. Hamon Dell had sent along with his invitation to\n visit him.", "Curt turned his head so sharply that Louise laughed.", "\"I wonder if I could use your—\" Curt began. He gasped. \"Brown! Dell's\n dying—we've got to get a doctor for him—\"", "\"That's Brown. He came with the place—farmed it for years for my uncle\n before I inherited it. He could grow a garden on a granite slab. In\n spite of appearances, he's well enough physically.\"", "Curt sat down on the edge of the bed. \"I'm afraid something terrible\n is wrong with Dell. Besides the neurotic guilt complex because of his" ], [ "From somewhere behind the house came the sound of a truck engine. Curt\n took Louise's arm and led her around the trim, graveled path.", "Rounding the corner, they came in sight of a massive tank truck. From\n it a hose led to an underground storage tank and pulsed slowly under\n the force of the liquid gushing through it. No one was in sight.", "\"What could that be for?\" asked Louise.\n\n\n \"You've got me. Could be gasoline, but Dell hasn't any reason for\n storing that much here.\"", "somehow killed Dell, or thought they had, and they wouldn't hesitate\n to kill Curt. He thought of Louise in the great house with the corpse", "\"They must haul liquid lead in that thing,\" said Curt.", "uninviting, almost oppressive. Curt told himself it was the utter\n silence, made even more tense by the lonely chugging of the engine in\n back, and the incredible harsh color of the soil beneath their feet.", "They advanced slowly and amazement crept over Curt as he comprehended\n the massiveness of the machine. The tank was of elliptical cross", "\"We wondered about this truck,\" Louise commented brightly, trying to\n change the subject. \"We finally gave up on it.\"", "Slowly Curt mounted the staircase of the old house and went to the room\n Dell had assigned them. Louise was in bed reading a murder mystery.\n\n\n \"Secret mission completed?\" she asked.", "The car passed through a cool, wooded section and Louise leaned back\n and drank in the beauty of it.\n\n\n \"Hush-hush, top secret stuff,\" she said. \"Grown men playing children's\n games.\"", "Louise stepped out when the tires ceased crunching on the gravel lane.\n She scanned the fields and old woods beyond the ancient but preserved\n farmhouse. \"It's so unearthly.\"", "Then Curt saw that the object of the men's attention was a large\n cathode ray screen occupied by a single green line. There was a pip on\n it rising sharply near one side of the two-foot tube. The pip moved", "\"Oh, that. It brings liquid fertilizer to pump into my irrigation\n water, that's all. No mystery. Let's go on to the house. After you're", "plants covered the area. Tomatoes, carrots, beets, lettuce, and other\n vegetables—a hundred or so fruit trees were at the far end. Between\n them ran the road over which the massive truck had apparently entered", "What did the inexorably advancing pip signify?\nNo one spoke. The room was stifling hot and the breathing of the circle\n of men was a dull, rattling sound in Curt's ears.", "opened it and stepped into a dimly lighted room.\nCurt's eyes slowly adjusted and he saw what seemed to be a laboratory.\n It was so packed with equipment that there was scarcely room for the", "Curt turned his head so sharply that Louise laughed.", "Encouraged, Curt stepped on the gas. In less than ten minutes he was at\n the spot. He braked the car to a stop, and surveyed the building as he", "Curt followed. The song of birds, which had been so noticeable before,\n seemed strangely muted. The land itself was an alien, faintly greenish\n hue, a color repulsive to more than just the eyes.", "\"It's getting cool. I wish Dell would show up.\" Louise glanced out\n over the twenty-acre expanse of truck farm. Thick rows of robust" ], [ "When she was gone, there was a moment's silence. The logs crackled with\n shocking pistol shots in the fireplace. The scientist moved to stir the\n coals and then turned abruptly to Curt.", "Curt nodded bitterly. \"He told me it was the quickest way to get to a\n doctor.\"", "somehow killed Dell, or thought they had, and they wouldn't hesitate\n to kill Curt. He thought of Louise in the great house with the corpse", "Slowly Curt mounted the staircase of the old house and went to the room\n Dell had assigned them. Louise was in bed reading a murder mystery.\n\n\n \"Secret mission completed?\" she asked.", "\"Curt—I thought I had time left, but this is as far as I can go—Just\n remember all I said tonight. Don't forget a word of it.\" He sat up", "\"What's the matter with you?\" Curt asked, stupefied. \"Dell's dying. He\n needs help.\"\n\n\n \"Get in here!\"", "\"I'll go for a doctor,\" said Curt. \"Who have you had? Louise will stay\n with you.\"", "From somewhere behind the house came the sound of a truck engine. Curt\n took Louise's arm and led her around the trim, graveled path.", "That brought the figure to life. He whipped out a gun and motioned Curt\n inward. \"Step inside. We'll have to decide what to do with you when\n Carlson finds you're here.\"", "\"What is it?\" Curt exclaimed, rising.\n\n\n \"Nothing—nothing, my boy. Some minor trouble I've had lately. It will\n pass in a moment.\"", "Curt moved slowly forward. Brown closed the door behind him and\n motioned toward a closed door at the other end of a short hall. They", "Curt turned his head so sharply that Louise laughed.", "\"Don't bring a doctor. There's no escaping this. I've known it for\n months. Wait here with me, Curt. I'll be gone soon.\"", "\"Yes,\" said Curt shakenly. \"We're friends of his.\"\n\n\n \"Dell's in back. I'll tell him you're here.\"", "\"My friend, Dr. Dell, is dying,\" Curt snapped out, refusing to sit\n down. \"I've got to get help. I saw your light and hoped you'd allow me", "Curt sat down on the edge of the bed. \"I'm afraid something terrible\n is wrong with Dell. Besides the neurotic guilt complex because of his", "\"He did? Then he knew even better than we did how rapidly he was\n slipping. Yes, this was the quickest way.\"\n\n\n \"What are you talking about?\" Curt demanded.", "\"Curt, my boy! And Louise! I thought you weren't going to show up at\n all.\"", "Beside him, his wife, Louise, held her blowing hair away from her face\n and laughed into the warm air. \"Dr. Dell isn't going to run away.", "Encouraged, Curt stepped on the gas. In less than ten minutes he was at\n the spot. He braked the car to a stop, and surveyed the building as he" ], [ "\"My friend, Dr. Dell, is dying,\" Curt snapped out, refusing to sit\n down. \"I've got to get help. I saw your light and hoped you'd allow me", "\"What's the matter with you?\" Curt asked, stupefied. \"Dell's dying. He\n needs help.\"\n\n\n \"Get in here!\"", "Curt sat down on the edge of the bed. \"I'm afraid something terrible\n is wrong with Dell. Besides the neurotic guilt complex because of his", "\"I wonder if I could use your—\" Curt began. He gasped. \"Brown! Dell's\n dying—we've got to get a doctor for him—\"", "\"What is it?\" she whispered.\n\n\n \"I thought I heard something. There it is again!\"\n\n\n \"It sounds like someone in pain. It must be Dell!\"", "\"No.\" The man, Sark, shook his head. \"Dell is reconciled. He has to go.\n We are awaiting precisely the event you would halt—his death.\"", "\"Yes,\" said Sark. \"He knew he had to go. And there are perhaps hundreds\n more like him. But Dell couldn't have told you of that—\"\n\n\n \"What will we do with him?\" Brown asked abruptly.", "\"It will pass,\" Dr. Dell breathed through clenched teeth. \"I have some\n medicine—in my bedroom. I'm afraid I'll have to excuse myself tonight.", "He burst into the scientist's room and switched on the light. Dell\n looked up, eyes glazed with pain.\n\n\n \"Dr. Dell!\"", "\"The end of Dell?\" Curt repeated slowly, as if trying to convince\n himself of what he knew had happened. \"The pip on the screen—that\n showed his life leaving him?\"", "\"They want me to produce even deadlier toxins than those I gave them,\"\n Dell said viciously. \"They want some that can kill ten million people\n in four minutes instead of only one million—\"", "to Dell's haggard appearance. The fierce eyes looked merely old and\n tired now. The ageless, leathery hide of Dell's face seemed to have", "\"Yes,\" said Curt shakenly. \"We're friends of his.\"\n\n\n \"Dell's in back. I'll tell him you're here.\"", "Beside him, his wife, Louise, held her blowing hair away from her face\n and laughed into the warm air. \"Dr. Dell isn't going to run away.", "It was nightmare—meaningless—\n\n\n \"I'm not staying,\" Curt insisted. \"You can't prevent me from helping\n Dell without assuming responsibility for his death. I demand you let me\n call.\"", "\"Don't bring a doctor. There's no escaping this. I've known it for\n months. Wait here with me, Curt. I'll be gone soon.\"", "\"Dell must have sent you to us!\" Sark said, as if a great mystery had\n suddenly been lifted from his mind. \"He did not have time to tell you\n everything. Did he tell you to take the road behind the farm?\"", "\"Do you remember me five years ago?\" Dell's face became more haggard,\n as if the memory shamed him. \"Do you remember when I told the atomic\n scientists to examine their guts instead of their consciences?\"", "?\" That\n was what they had in common with Dell—psychosis, systematic delusions.\n He had suspected danger before; now it was imminent and terrifying.", "wanted to send me before. Dell's invitation was the break we needed.\n I may be the one with sufficient influence to bring him back. I hope\n so. But keep it under your permanent and forget your guessing games." ] ]

[ "Where is the planet that Cassal is trying to go to?", "What is Cassal's mission when he reaches his destination?", "Why is Cassal attacked?", "Who is Dimanche?", "How did Cassal \"kill\" his attacker?", "What explains the fact that the attacker was not actually dead, as reported?", "Who does the story imply was the man who boarded the Rickrock C in Cassal's place?", "What does the Travel Bureau director say whose irony Cassal understands, but she is oblivious to?", "How quickly will Cassal be able to get off Godolph and continue his journey to Tunney 21, having missed the RickRock C?", "What was supposed to be Dimanche's primary purpose?" ]

[ [ "His destination planet is located near the center of the galaxy, inside the third ring. ", "He is trying to reach Godolph, which is a waystation on the path to his final destination near the center of the galaxy.", "He is trying to reach Tunney 21, a planet at the tip of a spiral arm on the other side of the galaxy from Earth.", "He is headed back to Earth for a vacation after a complex and demanding mission to Tunney 21." ], [ "HIs company wants to buy out a small research company on Godolph.", "He is to try to recruit a certain research scientist who can help Cassal's own company develop instantaneous radio for cross-galaxy communication.", "He is to conduct industrial espionage to bring home technology secrets that his company has not been able to unlock through their own research.", "Tunney 21 is an untapped market for his company's products, and he is to establish a sales office and a foothold in the market there." ], [ "Nativist groups on Godolph oppose galactic travel and immigration and choose off-worlders as targets of their violence to create a fearful attitude toward travel to Godolph.", "An operative for a company that is a direct competitor of Cassal's company wants to stop him from doing business on Tunney 21.", "It is an ordinary thug, preying on a vulnerable-looking person alone on a deserted street after dusk.", "The attacker steals Cassal's ID tab, which enables him to board the ship to Tunney 21 and disembark there, which is not permitted without the tab due to overcrowding of the inner planets." ], [ "Dimanche is Cassal's human handler, providing advice through a cochlear implant based on remote-controlled drones that Cassal releases wherever he goes.", "Dimanche is a specialized electronic device that works with Cassals as a source of instant information about people around him.", "Dimanche is one of the counselors at the Travel Bureau on Godolph, trying to help him stay safe.", "Dimanche is Cassal's junior assistant." ], [ "It took only a single, mighty upward stabbing motion to catch the attacker under the ribs and stab up into the heart.", "Actually, it was Dimanche who killed the attacker.", "With repeated thrusts of a small, thin knife.", "Dimanche launched an attack drone, which blinded the attacker, and Cassal felled him with a rock he'd picked up." ], [ "Dimanche reported that there was no heartbeat, and when it turned out the man was still alive, claimed that the problem is that some species can feign death by suspending their bodily functions, such as the heart beating.", "Dimanche wasn't sure the man was dead. Cassal gave a cursory check of the pulse and, finding none, assumed the man was dead.", "Dimanche reported that there was no heartbeat, but it turned out to be because the attacker-turned-victim had an electronic shield that made his pulse and respiration temporarily undetectable.", "The man actually was dead, but an accomplice dragged him away and then attacked Cassal himself when Cassal came back to check on the original stabbing victim." ], [ "The CEO of Neuronics, Inc.", "The head of a local Godolphian gang.", "The previous director of the Travel Bureau.", "An intelligence operative from Tunney 21, trying to protect their scientists from being recruited by off-worlders." ], [ "That sales talent is mostly being in the right place at the right price.", "That if everyone had an electronic personal assistant, they could accomplish more and reduce confusion.", "That the travel system - reservations, credit, identification - would be improved if instantaneous radio were available.", "That no one ever leaves the planets in the center of the galaxy unless they get an offer they can't refuse to go to Earth." ], [ "It could be years - or forever, judging by the old sign maker's question about Cassal's presence on the planet and in the Travel Aid bureau.", "It will be faster if Cassal gives generously to the Traveler's Aid Bureau.", "The RickRock C visits Godolph once per earth year, so it will be one year.", "It will probably only be a few more weeks, in spite of the dire predictions of the First Counselor, because Godolph is a major travel hub." ], [ "To give an edge to Cassal during the sale process.", "To act as a mobile general information source for Cassal.", "To supervise Cassal and report back to Earth on his activities.", "To keep Cassal company." ] ]

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[ [ "Cassal went slowly along the narrow walkway that bordered each side of\n that boulevard, the transport tide. It was raining again. It usually\n was on Godolph, which was a weather-controlled planet where the natives\n like rain.", "\"Stuck?\" repeated Cassal. \"I suppose you can call it that. I'm waiting\n for my ship.\" He frowned. He was the one who wanted to ask questions.", "\"I see you understand.\" She glanced at the card in her hand. \"The\n spaceport records indicate that when\nRickrock C\ntook off this\n morning, there was a Denton Cassal on board, bound for Tunney 21.\"", "\"Cassal,\" he said firmly. \"Denton Cassal, sales engineer, Earth. If you\n don't believe it, send back to—\" He stopped. It had taken him four", "\"You've traveled outside, where there are still free planets waiting to\n be settled. Where a man is welcome, if he's able to work.\" She paused.", "distances, you take a chance. You've had yours and missed it. Frankly,\n Cassal, I don't know when another ship bound for Tunney will show up on", "\"His motivation is connected somehow with your being marooned here. For\n some reason you can't get off this planet.\"", "Of course, the one ship he wanted hadn't come in. Godolph was a\n transfer point for stars nearer the center of the Galaxy. When he", "\"Now that you mention it, no,\" answered Cassal. He looked around\n apprehensively. \"Where is he?\"\n\"Behind you. At the moment he's pretending interest in a merchandise\n display.\"", "Cassal grasped the lighter. That is, it had been a lighter a few\n seconds before. Now a needle-thin blade had snapped out and projected", "\"You refused to answer why you were going to Tunney 21. Perhaps I can\n guess. They're the best scientists in the Galaxy. You wish to study\n under them.\"", "could set its own price, which could be control of all communications,\n transport, trade—a galactic monopoly. Cassal's share would be a cut of\n all that.", "\"I was told on Earth I might have to wait a few days on Godolph. I've\n been here three weeks. I want information on the ship bound for Tunney\n 21.\"", "That was startling information, though not strictly true. A thousand\n star systems were waiting for him, and a ship to take him to each one.", "She would do just that, thought Cassal. \"What about this Murra Foray?\"\n\n\n The old man winked mysteriously. He opened his mouth and then seemed\n overcome with senile fright. Hurriedly he shuffled away.", "and noiselessly to his destination. Whereas a human—Cassal shivered.\n If he were found drowned, it would be considered an accident. No\n investigation would be made. The thug who was trailing him had", "arrogance, Cassal had to convince him that he wouldn't be working\n for ignorant Earth savages. The existence of such an instrument as\n Dimanche was a key factor.", "\"Departed?\" He got up and sat down again, swallowing hard. \"When will\n the next ship arrive?\"\n\n\n \"Do you know how many stars there are in the Galaxy?\" she asked.", "had left Earth, he had known he would have to wait a few days here.\n He hadn't expected a delay of nearly three weeks. Still, it wasn't\n unusual. Interstellar schedules over great distances were not as", "Whoever it was. The man he had thought he had slain was no longer in\n sight.\n\n\n \"Interpret body data, do you?\" muttered Cassal. \"Liveliest dead man\n I've ever been strangled by.\"" ], [ "\"Now that you mention it, no,\" answered Cassal. He looked around\n apprehensively. \"Where is he?\"\n\"Behind you. At the moment he's pretending interest in a merchandise\n display.\"", "and noiselessly to his destination. Whereas a human—Cassal shivered.\n If he were found drowned, it would be considered an accident. No\n investigation would be made. The thug who was trailing him had", "\"Why did he choose me?\" asked Cassal plaintively. \"There must be\n something he hopes to gain.\"", "Cassal grasped the lighter. That is, it had been a lighter a few\n seconds before. Now a needle-thin blade had snapped out and projected", "Cassal had entered one side of a block-square building. He came out on\n the other side. The agency was larger than he had thought. The old man", "\"He wasn't expecting that reaction,\" explained Dimanche. \"That's why he\n missed. He's turned around and is coming back.\"\n\n\n \"I'm armed!\" shouted Cassal.", "Well beyond the window at which the thug watched and waited, Cassal\n stopped. Shakily he produced a cigarette and fumbled for a lighter.", "Cassal wasn't sure he was going to like her. \"Is this necessary?\" he\n asked. \"It's merely a matter of information.\"", "Cassal had the feeling he could be recreated from the record it had of\n him. His individuality had been capsuled into a series of questions and", "The thug trailing him wouldn't be interested in Cassal himself, his\n mission, which was a commercial one, nor the man on Tunney. And money", "The lighter flared in his hand. \"That's one way of finding out,\" said\n Cassal. \"But wouldn't I be a lot safer if I just concentrated on\n getting back to the hotel?\"", "With a sinking feeling, Cassal walked toward the entrance. He needed\n help and he had to find it in this dingy rathole.", "\"Stuck?\" repeated Cassal. \"I suppose you can call it that. I'm waiting\n for my ship.\" He frowned. He was the one who wanted to ask questions.", "Cassal strangled slightly. Dimanche needed a good stiff course in\n semantics. A knife was still the most silent of weapons. A man could\n die from it. His hand strayed toward his pocket. He had a measure of\n protection himself.", "\"Stay on him,\" growled Cassal nervously. He flattened himself against\n the wall.\n\n\n \"To the right,\" whispered Dimanche. \"Lunge forward. About five feet.\n Low.\"", "\"That's no lie,\" agreed Cassal bitterly. The lighter was in his hand.\n He clutched it grimly. It was difficult not to look back. The darkness\n assumed an even more sinister quality.", "was staring at a door as Cassal came out. He had apparently changed\n every sign in the building. His work finished, the technician was\n removing the visual projector from his head as Cassal came up to him.", "She would do just that, thought Cassal. \"What about this Murra Foray?\"\n\n\n The old man winked mysteriously. He opened his mouth and then seemed\n overcome with senile fright. Hurriedly he shuffled away.", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "Cassal went slowly along the narrow walkway that bordered each side of\n that boulevard, the transport tide. It was raining again. It usually\n was on Godolph, which was a weather-controlled planet where the natives\n like rain." ], [ "\"He wasn't expecting that reaction,\" explained Dimanche. \"That's why he\n missed. He's turned around and is coming back.\"\n\n\n \"I'm armed!\" shouted Cassal.", "\"Now that you mention it, no,\" answered Cassal. He looked around\n apprehensively. \"Where is he?\"\n\"Behind you. At the moment he's pretending interest in a merchandise\n display.\"", "\"Why did he choose me?\" asked Cassal plaintively. \"There must be\n something he hopes to gain.\"", "Cassal grasped the lighter. That is, it had been a lighter a few\n seconds before. Now a needle-thin blade had snapped out and projected", "Cassal wasn't sure he was going to like her. \"Is this necessary?\" he\n asked. \"It's merely a matter of information.\"", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "A dim shadow rushed at him. He jumped away from the water side of the\n alley, barely in time. He could feel the rush of air as the assailant\n shot by.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" shouted Cassal.", "\"That's no lie,\" agreed Cassal bitterly. The lighter was in his hand.\n He clutched it grimly. It was difficult not to look back. The darkness\n assumed an even more sinister quality.", "Whoever it was. The man he had thought he had slain was no longer in\n sight.\n\n\n \"Interpret body data, do you?\" muttered Cassal. \"Liveliest dead man\n I've ever been strangled by.\"", "Cassal strangled slightly. Dimanche needed a good stiff course in\n semantics. A knife was still the most silent of weapons. A man could\n die from it. His hand strayed toward his pocket. He had a measure of\n protection himself.", "Well beyond the window at which the thug watched and waited, Cassal\n stopped. Shakily he produced a cigarette and fumbled for a lighter.", "The thug trailing him wouldn't be interested in Cassal himself, his\n mission, which was a commercial one, nor the man on Tunney. And money", "Cassal had the feeling he could be recreated from the record it had of\n him. His individuality had been capsuled into a series of questions and", "and noiselessly to his destination. Whereas a human—Cassal shivered.\n If he were found drowned, it would be considered an accident. No\n investigation would be made. The thug who was trailing him had", "She would do just that, thought Cassal. \"What about this Murra Foray?\"\n\n\n The old man winked mysteriously. He opened his mouth and then seemed\n overcome with senile fright. Hurriedly he shuffled away.", "Cassal gazed after him, baffled. The old man was afraid for his job,\n afraid of the first counselor. Why he should be, Cassal didn't know. He", "Cassal sighed. So far he hadn't made a good impression.", "\"Stay on him,\" growled Cassal nervously. He flattened himself against\n the wall.\n\n\n \"To the right,\" whispered Dimanche. \"Lunge forward. About five feet.\n Low.\"", "\"Stuck?\" repeated Cassal. \"I suppose you can call it that. I'm waiting\n for my ship.\" He frowned. He was the one who wanted to ask questions.", "The would-be assassin was still looking at merchandise as Cassal\n retraced his steps. A man, or at least man type. A big fellow," ], [ "Was this man, whoever and whatever he might be, connected with\n that delay? According to Dimanche, the man thought he was. He was", "\"Correction,\" said Dimanche. \"Not simple assault. He has murder in\n mind.\"", "From the business angle, it would be poor policy to hand out that\n information at random. Aside from that, he needed every advantage he\n could get. Dimanche was his special advantage.", "That was advice he couldn't follow, good as it seemed. He could give\n the police no evidence save through Dimanche. There were various", "\"Better start moving.\" That was Dimanche. \"He's getting suspicious.\"", "\"There's something funny about her,\" Dimanche decided. It was the usual\n speaking voice of the instrument, no louder than the noise the blood", "\"Attack!\" howled Dimanche against the bone behind his ear. \"You've got\n him. He can't imagine how you know where he is in the darkness. He's\n afraid.\"", "\"None at all,\" admitted Dimanche. \"He's very close. You'd better turn\n around.\"", "He would have to adjust the curiosity factor of Dimanche. It was all\n very well to be interested in the man who trailed him, but there was", "\"Quiet,\" said Dimanche. \"He's verbalizing about you.\"\n\n\n \"He's decided I'm a nice fellow after all. He's going to stop and ask\n me for a light.\"", "\"Follow her,\" instructed Dimanche. \"We've got to investigate our man at\n closer range.\"", "\"Twenty feet away,\" advised Dimanche. \"He knows you can't see him, but\n he can see your silhouette by the light from the main thoroughfare.", "\"He wasn't expecting that reaction,\" explained Dimanche. \"That's why he\n missed. He's turned around and is coming back.\"\n\n\n \"I'm armed!\" shouted Cassal.", "\"I don't think so,\" answered Dimanche. \"He's whispering: 'Poor devil. I\n hate to do it. But it's really his life or mine'.\"", "\"It's just possible there are some breeds of men who can control the\n basic functions of their body,\" said Dimanche defensively. \"When I\n checked him, he had no heartbeat.\"", "He bent down to retrieve the lighter-rapier. Dimanche shouted at him.\n Before he could react, someone landed on him. He fell forward, vainly\n trying to grasp the weapon. Strong fingers felt for his throat as he\n was forced to the ground.", "\"Easy,\" warned Dimanche. \"He's at the entrance to the alley, walking\n fast. He's surprised and pleased that you took this route.\"", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "\"Heartbeat slow,\" said Dimanche solemnly. \"Breathing barely\n perceptible.\"\n\n\n \"Then he's not dead,\" said Cassal in relief.", "\"Muscles tense,\" said Dimanche. \"Neural index 1.76, unusually high.\n Adrenalin squirting through his system. In effect, he's stalking you." ], [ "Whoever it was. The man he had thought he had slain was no longer in\n sight.\n\n\n \"Interpret body data, do you?\" muttered Cassal. \"Liveliest dead man\n I've ever been strangled by.\"", "Cassal grasped the lighter. That is, it had been a lighter a few\n seconds before. Now a needle-thin blade had snapped out and projected", "\"He wasn't expecting that reaction,\" explained Dimanche. \"That's why he\n missed. He's turned around and is coming back.\"\n\n\n \"I'm armed!\" shouted Cassal.", "Cassal strangled slightly. Dimanche needed a good stiff course in\n semantics. A knife was still the most silent of weapons. A man could\n die from it. His hand strayed toward his pocket. He had a measure of\n protection himself.", "\"Now that you mention it, no,\" answered Cassal. He looked around\n apprehensively. \"Where is he?\"\n\"Behind you. At the moment he's pretending interest in a merchandise\n display.\"", "Well beyond the window at which the thug watched and waited, Cassal\n stopped. Shakily he produced a cigarette and fumbled for a lighter.", "Attack he did, slicing about wildly. Some of the thrusts landed; some\n didn't. The percentage was low, the total amount high. His opponent\n fell to the ground, gasped and was silent.", "A dim shadow rushed at him. He jumped away from the water side of the\n alley, barely in time. He could feel the rush of air as the assailant\n shot by.\n\n\n \"Hey!\" shouted Cassal.", "and noiselessly to his destination. Whereas a human—Cassal shivered.\n If he were found drowned, it would be considered an accident. No\n investigation would be made. The thug who was trailing him had", "\"It wasn't I,\" he said dazedly. He knew who it was, though. The man who\n had tried to kill him last night. The reason for the attack now became", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "\"That's no lie,\" agreed Cassal bitterly. The lighter was in his hand.\n He clutched it grimly. It was difficult not to look back. The darkness\n assumed an even more sinister quality.", "\"Stay on him,\" growled Cassal nervously. He flattened himself against\n the wall.\n\n\n \"To the right,\" whispered Dimanche. \"Lunge forward. About five feet.\n Low.\"", "Cassal fumbled in his pockets and flipped on a light. The man lay near\n the water side of the alley. One leg was crumpled under him. He didn't\n move.", "He threw the attacker off and staggered to his feet. He heard footsteps\n rushing away. A slight splash followed. Whoever it was, he was escaping\n by way of water.", "\"Heartbeat slow,\" said Dimanche solemnly. \"Breathing barely\n perceptible.\"\n\n\n \"Then he's not dead,\" said Cassal in relief.", "She would do just that, thought Cassal. \"What about this Murra Foray?\"\n\n\n The old man winked mysteriously. He opened his mouth and then seemed\n overcome with senile fright. Hurriedly he shuffled away.", "\"Attack!\" howled Dimanche against the bone behind his ear. \"You've got\n him. He can't imagine how you know where he is in the darkness. He's\n afraid.\"", "The would-be assassin was still looking at merchandise as Cassal\n retraced his steps. A man, or at least man type. A big fellow,", "\"Respiration none, heartbeat absent,\" stated Dimanche.\nHorrified, Cassal gazed at the body. Self-defense, of course, but" ], [ "Whoever it was. The man he had thought he had slain was no longer in\n sight.\n\n\n \"Interpret body data, do you?\" muttered Cassal. \"Liveliest dead man\n I've ever been strangled by.\"", "\"It wasn't I,\" he said dazedly. He knew who it was, though. The man who\n had tried to kill him last night. The reason for the attack now became", "Attack he did, slicing about wildly. Some of the thrusts landed; some\n didn't. The percentage was low, the total amount high. His opponent\n fell to the ground, gasped and was silent.", "\"Heartbeat slow,\" said Dimanche solemnly. \"Breathing barely\n perceptible.\"\n\n\n \"Then he's not dead,\" said Cassal in relief.", "\"It's just possible there are some breeds of men who can control the\n basic functions of their body,\" said Dimanche defensively. \"When I\n checked him, he had no heartbeat.\"", "\"He wasn't expecting that reaction,\" explained Dimanche. \"That's why he\n missed. He's turned around and is coming back.\"\n\n\n \"I'm armed!\" shouted Cassal.", "\"Respiration none, heartbeat absent,\" stated Dimanche.\nHorrified, Cassal gazed at the body. Self-defense, of course, but", "And yet the thug wanted to kill him. Wanted to? Regarded him as good as\n dead. It might pay him to investigate the matter further, if it didn't\n involve too much risk.", "\"Attack!\" howled Dimanche against the bone behind his ear. \"You've got\n him. He can't imagine how you know where he is in the darkness. He's\n afraid.\"", "He threw the attacker off and staggered to his feet. He heard footsteps\n rushing away. A slight splash followed. Whoever it was, he was escaping\n by way of water.", "his estimate was correct. The rapier encountered yielding resistance,\n the soggy kind: flesh. The tough blade bent, but did not break. His\n opponent gasped and broke away.", "He bent down to retrieve the lighter-rapier. Dimanche shouted at him.\n Before he could react, someone landed on him. He fell forward, vainly\n trying to grasp the weapon. Strong fingers felt for his throat as he\n was forced to the ground.", "\"I don't think so,\" answered Dimanche. \"He's whispering: 'Poor devil. I\n hate to do it. But it's really his life or mine'.\"", "wanted\nto kill the man. And now there was nothing he'd have to explain to the\n police.", "Grimly, he laid down the rapier. He might as well get to the bottom of\n this. Why had the man attacked? What did he want?", "\"Nothing,\" said Dimanche disgustedly. \"His mind froze when we got\n close. I could feel his shoulderblades twitching as we passed.", "\"I don't know,\" replied Dimanche irritably. \"I can interpret body\n data—a live body. I can't work on a piece of meat.\"", "\"His blood pressure is rising, breathing is faster. At a time like\n this, he may be ready to verbalize why he wants to murder you. This is\n critical.\"", "\"Now that you mention it, no,\" answered Cassal. He looked around\n apprehensively. \"Where is he?\"\n\"Behind you. At the moment he's pretending interest in a merchandise\n display.\"", "It really didn't matter. He fingered the clip he had taken from the\n supposedly dead body. He had intended to turn it over to the police." ], [ "\"I see you understand.\" She glanced at the card in her hand. \"The\n spaceport records indicate that when\nRickrock C\ntook off this\n morning, there was a Denton Cassal on board, bound for Tunney 21.\"", "\"Now that you mention it, no,\" answered Cassal. He looked around\n apprehensively. \"Where is he?\"\n\"Behind you. At the moment he's pretending interest in a merchandise\n display.\"", "Whoever it was. The man he had thought he had slain was no longer in\n sight.\n\n\n \"Interpret body data, do you?\" muttered Cassal. \"Liveliest dead man\n I've ever been strangled by.\"", "\"Just a moment.\" She glanced at something below the angle of the\n screen. She looked up and her eyes were grave. \"\nRickrock C\narrived\n yesterday. Departed for Tunney early this morning.\"", "and noiselessly to his destination. Whereas a human—Cassal shivered.\n If he were found drowned, it would be considered an accident. No\n investigation would be made. The thug who was trailing him had", "\"Stuck?\" repeated Cassal. \"I suppose you can call it that. I'm waiting\n for my ship.\" He frowned. He was the one who wanted to ask questions.", "\"That's no lie,\" agreed Cassal bitterly. The lighter was in his hand.\n He clutched it grimly. It was difficult not to look back. The darkness\n assumed an even more sinister quality.", "She would do just that, thought Cassal. \"What about this Murra Foray?\"\n\n\n The old man winked mysteriously. He opened his mouth and then seemed\n overcome with senile fright. Hurriedly he shuffled away.", "Well beyond the window at which the thug watched and waited, Cassal\n stopped. Shakily he produced a cigarette and fumbled for a lighter.", "\"He wasn't expecting that reaction,\" explained Dimanche. \"That's why he\n missed. He's turned around and is coming back.\"\n\n\n \"I'm armed!\" shouted Cassal.", "Cassal grasped the lighter. That is, it had been a lighter a few\n seconds before. Now a needle-thin blade had snapped out and projected", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "Cassal had entered one side of a block-square building. He came out on\n the other side. The agency was larger than he had thought. The old man", "\"Stay on him,\" growled Cassal nervously. He flattened himself against\n the wall.\n\n\n \"To the right,\" whispered Dimanche. \"Lunge forward. About five feet.\n Low.\"", "The lighter flared in his hand. \"That's one way of finding out,\" said\n Cassal. \"But wouldn't I be a lot safer if I just concentrated on\n getting back to the hotel?\"", "Cassal stood up in bewilderment. Dimanche to the contrary, there seemed\n to be no connection between this dead man and his own problem of\n getting to Tunney 21.", "The would-be assassin was still looking at merchandise as Cassal\n retraced his steps. A man, or at least man type. A big fellow,", "Cassal ignored his private voice. \"Identification tab? I don't have it\n with me. In fact, I may have lost it.\"", "\"Heartbeat slow,\" said Dimanche solemnly. \"Breathing barely\n perceptible.\"\n\n\n \"Then he's not dead,\" said Cassal in relief.", "Cassal strangled slightly. Dimanche needed a good stiff course in\n semantics. A knife was still the most silent of weapons. A man could\n die from it. His hand strayed toward his pocket. He had a measure of\n protection himself." ], [ "\"Now that you mention it, no,\" answered Cassal. He looked around\n apprehensively. \"Where is he?\"\n\"Behind you. At the moment he's pretending interest in a merchandise\n display.\"", "\"Sometimes regulations are silly,\" said Cassal firmly. \"Let me speak to\n the first counselor.\"\n\n\n \"You are speaking to her,\" she said. Her face disappeared from the\n screen.", "Cassal wasn't sure he was going to like her. \"Is this necessary?\" he\n asked. \"It's merely a matter of information.\"", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "\"I see you understand.\" She glanced at the card in her hand. \"The\n spaceport records indicate that when\nRickrock C\ntook off this\n morning, there was a Denton Cassal on board, bound for Tunney 21.\"", "bureau.\n\"I've got it,\" said Dimanche as Cassal gloomily counted out the sum the\n first counselor had named.", "\"I'm curious. Turn here.\"\n\n\n \"Go to hell,\" said Cassal nervously. Nevertheless, when he came to that\n intersection, he turned there.", "\"He wasn't expecting that reaction,\" explained Dimanche. \"That's why he\n missed. He's turned around and is coming back.\"\n\n\n \"I'm armed!\" shouted Cassal.", "Cassal held his head in his hands. Tunney 21 was inside the third ring.\n\n\n \"Next time,\" she said, \"don't let anyone take your identification.\"", "\"That's no lie,\" agreed Cassal bitterly. The lighter was in his hand.\n He clutched it grimly. It was difficult not to look back. The darkness\n assumed an even more sinister quality.", "\"Stuck?\" repeated Cassal. \"I suppose you can call it that. I'm waiting\n for my ship.\" He frowned. He was the one who wanted to ask questions.", "Travelers Aid Bureau, in addition to regulations, was abundantly\n supplied with official curiosity. When the machine finished with him,", "was staring at a door as Cassal came out. He had apparently changed\n every sign in the building. His work finished, the technician was\n removing the visual projector from his head as Cassal came up to him.", "She would do just that, thought Cassal. \"What about this Murra Foray?\"\n\n\n The old man winked mysteriously. He opened his mouth and then seemed\n overcome with senile fright. Hurriedly he shuffled away.", "Cassal had entered one side of a block-square building. He came out on\n the other side. The agency was larger than he had thought. The old man", "\"Got what?\" asked Cassal. He rolled the currency into a neat bundle,\n attached his name, and dropped it into the chute.", "\"There's something funny about her,\" Dimanche decided. It was the usual\n speaking voice of the instrument, no louder than the noise the blood", "\"I'm surprised, too,\" remarked Cassal. \"But I wouldn't say I'm pleased.\n Not just now.\"", "\"Why all the redecoration? I thought Travelers Aid was an old agency.\n Why did you change so many signs? I could understand it if the agency\n were new.\"", "\"It still doesn't appeal to me,\" said Cassal. Striving to look\n unconcerned, he strolled toward the building side of the walkway and" ], [ "distances, you take a chance. You've had yours and missed it. Frankly,\n Cassal, I don't know when another ship bound for Tunney will show up on", "\"Just a moment.\" She glanced at something below the angle of the\n screen. She looked up and her eyes were grave. \"\nRickrock C\narrived\n yesterday. Departed for Tunney early this morning.\"", "\"I see you understand.\" She glanced at the card in her hand. \"The\n spaceport records indicate that when\nRickrock C\ntook off this\n morning, there was a Denton Cassal on board, bound for Tunney 21.\"", "\"I was told on Earth I might have to wait a few days on Godolph. I've\n been here three weeks. I want information on the ship bound for Tunney\n 21.\"", "Cassal looked up. Not an air taxi in sight; Godolph shut down at dusk.\n It would be pure luck if he found a taxi before morning. Of course he\ncould\nwalk back to the hotel, but was that such a good idea?", "\"Stuck?\" repeated Cassal. \"I suppose you can call it that. I'm waiting\n for my ship.\" He frowned. He was the one who wanted to ask questions.", "Cassal went slowly along the narrow walkway that bordered each side of\n that boulevard, the transport tide. It was raining again. It usually\n was on Godolph, which was a weather-controlled planet where the natives\n like rain.", "Cassal stood up in bewilderment. Dimanche to the contrary, there seemed\n to be no connection between this dead man and his own problem of\n getting to Tunney 21.", "\"Godolph, not godawful,\" corrected Cassal absently.", "or near Godolph. Within the next five years—maybe.\"\nHe blanched. \"How long would it take to get there using local\n transportation, star-hopping?\"", "Cassal held his head in his hands. Tunney 21 was inside the third ring.\n\n\n \"Next time,\" she said, \"don't let anyone take your identification.\"", "Of course, the one ship he wanted hadn't come in. Godolph was a\n transfer point for stars nearer the center of the Galaxy. When he", "journey, the first part of which already lay behind him. He had to go\n to Tunney 21 to see a man. That man wasn't important to anyone save the", "\"Stay on him,\" growled Cassal nervously. He flattened himself against\n the wall.\n\n\n \"To the right,\" whispered Dimanche. \"Lunge forward. About five feet.\n Low.\"", "Suppose he were detained long enough to miss the ship bound for Tunney\n 21?", "and noiselessly to his destination. Whereas a human—Cassal shivered.\n If he were found drowned, it would be considered an accident. No\n investigation would be made. The thug who was trailing him had", "\"He wasn't expecting that reaction,\" explained Dimanche. \"That's why he\n missed. He's turned around and is coming back.\"\n\n\n \"I'm armed!\" shouted Cassal.", "that would force him to do just that if getting to Tunney 21 took any\n appreciable time.", "The lighter flared in his hand. \"That's one way of finding out,\" said\n Cassal. \"But wouldn't I be a lot safer if I just concentrated on\n getting back to the hotel?\"", "Well beyond the window at which the thug watched and waited, Cassal\n stopped. Shakily he produced a cigarette and fumbled for a lighter." ], [ "From the business angle, it would be poor policy to hand out that\n information at random. Aside from that, he needed every advantage he\n could get. Dimanche was his special advantage.", "That was advice he couldn't follow, good as it seemed. He could give\n the police no evidence save through Dimanche. There were various", "Was this man, whoever and whatever he might be, connected with\n that delay? According to Dimanche, the man thought he was. He was", "\"Correction,\" said Dimanche. \"Not simple assault. He has murder in\n mind.\"", "\"Follow her,\" instructed Dimanche. \"We've got to investigate our man at\n closer range.\"", "He would have to adjust the curiosity factor of Dimanche. It was all\n very well to be interested in the man who trailed him, but there was", "\"There's something funny about her,\" Dimanche decided. It was the usual\n speaking voice of the instrument, no louder than the noise the blood", "wasn't the objective, if Dimanche's analysis was right. What\ndid\nthe\n thug want?", "\"Better start moving.\" That was Dimanche. \"He's getting suspicious.\"", "\"He wasn't expecting that reaction,\" explained Dimanche. \"That's why he\n missed. He's turned around and is coming back.\"\n\n\n \"I'm armed!\" shouted Cassal.", "\"Twenty feet away,\" advised Dimanche. \"He knows you can't see him, but\n he can see your silhouette by the light from the main thoroughfare.", "reasons, many of them involving the law, for leaving the device called\n Dimanche out of it. The police would act if they found a body. His own,", "\"Attack!\" howled Dimanche against the bone behind his ear. \"You've got\n him. He can't imagine how you know where he is in the darkness. He's\n afraid.\"", "arrogance, Cassal had to convince him that he wouldn't be working\n for ignorant Earth savages. The existence of such an instrument as\n Dimanche was a key factor.", "\"It's just possible there are some breeds of men who can control the\n basic functions of their body,\" said Dimanche defensively. \"When I\n checked him, he had no heartbeat.\"", "\"None at all,\" admitted Dimanche. \"He's very close. You'd better turn\n around.\"", "He bent down to retrieve the lighter-rapier. Dimanche shouted at him.\n Before he could react, someone landed on him. He fell forward, vainly\n trying to grasp the weapon. Strong fingers felt for his throat as he\n was forced to the ground.", "\"I don't think so,\" answered Dimanche. \"He's whispering: 'Poor devil. I\n hate to do it. But it's really his life or mine'.\"", "\"Easy,\" warned Dimanche. \"He's at the entrance to the alley, walking\n fast. He's surprised and pleased that you took this route.\"", "Secrets? Cassal had none, except, in a sense, Dimanche. And that was\n too well kept on Earth, where the instrument was invented and made, for\n anyone this far away to have learned about it." ] ]

[ "Into what literary genre does this story fall?", "How does the advice provided in the rest of the piece solve the problems laid out at the start?", "What pieces of information in the story can we use to judge the likelihood that Steve Sabol's advice will actually help families have more fun watching football together?", "According to the story, what are the features of the ideal football viewing set-up?", "What strategies does the story suggest using for optimizing football viewing?", "The author reveals that he thinks it is hopeless to get his wife on board watching sports the way they should be watched. Why?", "According to the author, how can one improve his ability to interpret what is happening on the screen?", "What information is provided as a lead-in to the advice to never reveal that you have forgotten who the announcer of the game you are watching is?", "How does a TV football broadcast get put together?", "How can the reader make sense of the advice not to start thinking like George Will, based on the story?" ]

[ [ "Self-help / How-to.", "Satire.", "Journalism.", "Tragedy." ], [ "The main problem is that the author's addiction to watching sports is affecting his family life. The 8 pointers provided all reinforce the original problem and do not solve the problems at all.", "The main problem is that the author's addiction to watching sports is affecting his family life. By implementing the 8 pointers he outlines, he will be able to make watching sports a shared family activity that reinforces family closeness.", "The problem of women not being interested in watching professional sports on TV is not confined to the author's family. No women like pro sports - the author comes to realize that the problem is not solvable.", "The problem outlined is that his family members are too selfish to watch sports with him, and this article is an effort to come up with ways to appeal to their narcissistic self-interest to make it more attractive to them to spend time with him." ], [ "Sabol became so sick of football that he never wanted to watch another game.", "Sabol takes his whole family to the stadium to watch football live at least once a month, so that they can smell the sweat and see the grunting, muddy men close up.", "Sabol started a charity for injured football players, which he supports largely from proceeds of his company, NFL Films.", "Sabol is no longer married." ], [ "Multiple large TV screens, a bathroom close by the viewing area and a comfortable recliner.", "Multiple large TV screens, a comfortable recliner, and TV trays to hold plenty of snacks and cold beer.", "The ideal viewing area is an in area of the house that is off-limits to other family members, like a room in the basement, or in a heated garage. It should have multiple TV screens and a lock on the door.", "Multiple large TV screens, a laptop computer for double checking statistics on players, a comfortable recliner and a bathroom close by." ], [ "Give your wife the best seat in the room so she will enjoy the experience, and serve the types of snacks she likes best. Explain every play patiently even if it's obvious to you.", "Be well-rested, don't eat full meals, keep your eyes on the screen, and make sure to pay attention not just to the person at the center of the shot, but also the surrounding areas.", "Exercise regularly to build the aerobic stamina to shout at the referees as needed, and to keep the weight off you so you can afford to eat snacks and drink beer on football days.", "Be well-rested, eat nutritious meals (but not turkey, which contains tryptophan and will put you to sleep), and give your eyes a break at least every fifteen minutes." ], [ "Because she spends the entire time they are watching a game together adding items to his \"honey do\" list.", "Because at critical moments in the game, she opens her current mystery novel and resumes reading it.", "Because she keeps making excuses to leave the room, like \"picking up the girls from dance lessons,\" and \"getting dinner on the table.\"", "Because she can look right at the screen and fail to understand what is going on." ], [ "Having multiple screens gives you the opportunity to see the same play from different angles, which helps you interpret the play.", "It's best to watch a game online, in a format with streaming chat comments. If you miss something, someone else will catch it and explain it.", "Listen to what the announcer explains has happened and then watch the replay.", "Watch the early preparations for a play, shot or throw." ], [ "The author says that \"life is a competition.\" Therefore, you must be prepared with the announcer's name, if asked, to avoid being a loser, and looking like a fool.", "The author discusses the details of what kind of TV monitors work best for creating the \"cockpit experience\" that allows you to simultaneously track three games.", "An explanation is provided of the process of choosing TV shots and graphics, which you should learn about so you can blow some knowledgeable-sounding smoke if you forget the announcer's name.", "The author takes the reader through a careful explanation of what constitutes an \"illegal defense,\" which most viewers cannot detect on their own." ], [ "At a minimum, it requires 8 to 13 cameras, Fox Trax, an announcer, a director who specifies the shot to show, a technical director who is kind of like an executive officer that makes it happen, and a producer who makes sure the bills get paid by inserting the advertisements.", "Whole corporations are built solely around what it takes to produce a good football broadcast. Many of the functions, like replay and special feature footage, are subcontracted to small specialist companies like NFL Films.", "A football broadcast is really relatively simple: focus on the action with the quarterback at the line of scrimmage, then pull back to show the tactics on each play. All the rest of it is just competition between the networks for the glitziest production.", "At a minimum, it requires lots of cameras, an announcer, a director who specifies the shot to show, a technical director who is kind of like an executive officer that makes it happen, and a producer who makes sure the bills get paid by inserting the advertisements." ], [ "\"George Will\" is a term synonymous with \"Everyman,\" so the author is essentially telling the reader to be better than the common man as a watcher of football and evangelizer of trying to convert women to loving football.", "George Will is a sportswriter particularly famous for his book, \"Why Football Matters,\" which explains football as a metaphor for all of life. This is revealed at the end of the story when the author discusses all of life as a competition.", "Any reader of a piece on football will know that George Will is a sportswriter particularly famous for his book, \"Why Football Matters,\" which explains football as a metaphor for all of life. This is explained in the paragraphs leading up to the first numbered pointer.", "The reader would have to know that George Will is a serious, somewhat prissy writer of conservative opinion pieces to be in on the joke, but the story assumes the reader will know this, without it being explained." ] ]

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[ [ "the baritone narrator describes the events as though the fate", "and possible solutions. If you pick up the book The", "The very first", "Now comes the", "work, he says.)", "are drifting away--that I have become, for them, every bit", "they grow up. You can see that this is drifting", "the sweat flying. Football is a very visceral sport. Before", "(Sabol reckons", "drifting into a scary area: I might teach them to", "a jot. You like sports precisely because of their utter", "that picture, this camera, that camera,' the guy who follows", "fetch Daddy a beer, but I sense that they are", "of football, from which he gleans the highlights for his", "Mary, my wife,", "I realized that something had to change. I needed to take firm, decisive action. \n\n And so I made a solemn vow: I would teach my wife and kids to watch sports with me.", "is work on gender identification.", "built in my den. 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Prepare.", "The point of all this is: \n\n 5. Never let anyone know that you've forgotten the name of the \"announcer.\"", "The hardest part", "work, he says.)", "1. Don't start thinking like George Will.", "will see that one of the habits is \"be pro-active.\"", "sleep. The trick is to have a series of small", "Next, you must", "Thus you should always look for someone who's just guarding", "I have sought counsel from experts and engaged in rigorous tests in my own home. What follows are some simple precepts for Next Level sports viewership." ], [ "Once the techniques of viewing are mastered, there remains a major step: analysis. There is no point in watching if one is not really \"seeing\" anything. Sabol gave me a final tip that I will carry with me the rest of my years:", "\"You have to come into the game prepared. You have to come into watching the game with your own game plan,\" Sabol said. \"What are you going to look for? 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[ "How does the author transition from discussing \"Dancing at Lughnasa\" to discussing \"Gods and Monsters\" ?", "What is one of the author's main criticisms of \"Dancing at Lughnasa\" ?", "What does Lughnasa have to do with the plot of the movie, \"Dancing at Lughnasa\" ?", "Why did the subject of the film \"Gods and Monsters\" kill himself?", "According to the author, what is the best part about the movie \"Gods and Monsters\" ?", "What film does the author refer to as \"The Half Monty\" ?", "What do two of the four films discussed in detail have in common?", "What does the author think of Waking Ned Devine?", "What does the title, \"Waking Ned Devine\" refer to?", "What does the author indicate that Holly Hunter's character does in the movie he reviews that she stars in?" ]

[ [ "He stops to analyze the impact of the movie \"Living Out Loud\" on him when he was a teenager.", "He just skips from discussing one movie to discussing another without any transition at all.", "He first discusses an unrelated play by Brian Friel.", "He first discusses another movie that was made by the man who is the subject of Gods and Monsters." ], [ "Meryl Streep does a good job, but she can't carry the movie all by herself, and the rest of the casting is dreadful.", "The title doesn't seem to have anything to do with the movie, other than throwing out a random Irish place name. ", "The director has done a poor job of translating a precisely staged play to the looser atmosphere of a movie set, thus losing the crisp symbolic meanings conveyed by every noise and object on the stage.", "Meryl Streep gives an uncharacteristically dull and unconvincing performance." ], [ "Lughnasa is an Irish festival where the normally disciplined or repressed villagers can let it all hang out. The family that Streep heads in the film is also managed very strictly, and when the Streep character's brother appears on the scene, he ends up playing the same chaotic, yet potentially freeing role as dancing at the feast.", "Lughnasa is the last name of the family of sisters that Streep's character heads. All the sisters have worked hard and denied themselves pleasure for years, but they learn to let go and live a little.", "Lughnasa is a site in Ireland, like Craig-na-Dun in Scotland, from which witches can travel through rings of standing stones. Dancing there indicates the desire to be free, and the movie shows how the family explodes apart under stress.", "An elder from the village of Lughnasa, where the story takes place, gives Streep's character wise advice about how to handle her sisters and keep everyone moving forward." ], [ "This seems to have been his response to having repeated strokes.", "Because his homsexuality was made public and he was blacklisted from the better Hollywood studios.", "Like so many other tragic figures in Hollywood, after a couple of movie flops, he became depressed, started taking drugs and died of an overdose.", "The announcement of his drowning death was delayed for 25 years, during which detectives sought to get to the bottom of death that they felt was a murder, not a suicide." ], [ "The scene where Boone carries Whale around in his arms is both creepy and artistic.", "The actor portraying Whale has an interesting face.", "The tension between the two main characters keeps the audience on the edge of their seats.", "The mawkish, sentimental ending represents Whale's state mind before his demise very well." ], [ "\"Beloved\"", "\"Waking Ned Devine\"", "\"Celebrity\"", "The movie starring Ian McKellen" ], [ "Ian McKellen starts in two of them.", "Richard LaGravenese directed two of them.", "They are set in Ireland.", "Two of them won Oscars." ], [ "It has all the hallmarks of a cult classic.", "All the characters are basically happy, which never makes for good drama.", "It's watchable, but nothing special.", "The aged actors playing the roles are a real snooze." ], [ "Ned Devine has no TV or phone, and his neighbors want to wake him up to what is going on in the village.", "Ned Devine died without heirs or a will, and his neighbors are collecting money to hold a proper wake for him in the village pub.", "Ned Devine is dead, and a couple of old schemers plan to impersonate him to collect on a winning ticket he holds.", "Eileen Dromey's character is in love with Ned Devine, but he is oblivious to it, and his friends attempt to awaken him to romance." ], [ "She has an unhealthy obsession with getting back th husband who left her.", "She has an affair with the elevator man.", "Gives off a sultry, sexy air that makes the whole film glow.", "Talks so much that her mouth is out ahead of her brain." ] ]

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The movie", "part Bill Forsyth's Local Hero (1983), one part Preston", "On-screen it means the movie's almost over.", "Fraser plays him (ingratiatingly) as a lovable lunk, and", "In Dancing at Lughnasa (it's pronounced LOO-nassa), the", "Not to mention the fact that she's regarded by all", "future. Why? The movie is psychologically thin, artistically flabby," ] ]

[ "What does the story imply when it says that \"Murray has not yet removed the final veil\"?", "From which two viewpoints do Murray and Boaz approach libertarianism?", "On what grounds does the author criticize the consistency of Murray's arguments?", "How does the author describe Murray's and Boaz's vision of the future of a society that adopts libertatian-style government?", "How does the author think that public opinions of libertarianism are faring in the USA?", "How does Boaz think that national defense should be accomplished?", "What does the author identify as the fallacy in Boaz's thinking?", "What does Murray's concession that some public goods should be administered by the goverment fail to acknowledge, according to the author?", "How does Murray differentiate between laws that are \"ok\" and laws that are \"not ok\" under his version of liberatianism, and what inconsistencies does this expose?", "What argument does the author put forth against Murray's claim that, once regulation is initiated in an area of life, it only becomes more onerous?" ]

[ [ "It implies that Murray's thinking is hopelessly muddled, and the real reason for his libertarian leanings is the affair he had with Ayn Rand in the 1950s.", "It imples that at heart, he doesn't believe in freedom at all, that he is a nationalist who thinks that dictatorship is the most efficient form of government.", "It implies that Murray, formerly simply an author, thinker and gadfly, intends to run for President.", "It implies, especially in combination with the theories he espouses in \"The Bell Curve,\" that Murray is, underneath the libertarian veil, a racist." ], [ "Boaz approaches it from the viewpoint of someone who actually lived in the closest thing there is to a libertarian society - a tribe of indigenous hunter-gatherers in the Amazon, while Murray has led an ordinary and prosperous life - the kind conservatives approve of.", "Boaz's explanation of libertarianism smacks of anarchy, while Murray's is inextricably bound to conventional conservatism.", "Boaz is an atheist, which informs his laissez-faire attitude to libertarianism, and Murray is a Christian. Murray's \"libertarian\" objection to the application of force is his adherence to the teachings of Jesus. ", "Boaz is younger and more idealistic, believing that people will do the right thing. Murray believes that people are fundamentally sinful and must be controlled." ], [ "Publicly available records show that Murray donated exclusively to Democratic political candidates (supposedly the party of Big Government) while he was writing books like \"The Bell Curve.\" ", "In recently leaked documents, it was revealed that the hypocritical Murray collected food stamps while writing his book about government aid creating an underclass, \"Losing Ground.\"", "He points out that the themes of Murray's previous books are in conflict with each other. One posits that government created the underclass through welfare, the other posits that government cannot accomplish anything. Both cannot be true.", "When pressed by Morley Safer on the show \"60 Minutes,\" Murray admitted that infrastructure like hospitals and good roads would never \"bubble up\" from local cooperative efforts, and required the assistance of governmental units." ], [ "Both men imagine an agrarian-based society with little crowding and lots of room to swing an axe, which hardly comports with the reality of a crowded world.", "Neither will admit it, but their visions of the future rest on local strongmen organize small local populations to build locally needed public goods - which is a lot like feudalism.", "Libertarianism has an unavoidable note of Darwinism, and both men see a future libertarian society as being free from losers. They will all die and fail to reproduce since society will not support them.", "Both describe utopias in which men would follow their better angels because they were not under any threat of societal compulsion. The author compares Murray's vision to the rosy vision of Marx, imagining the proletariat writing poetry." ], [ "Judging by the number of people joining libertarian militias, the philosophy is quickly becoming more popular.", "Judging by the number of votes that libertarian candidates are receiving in Federal elections, if they are making any headway, it is small.", "The author points out that, right wing talk radio rhetoric aside, more people are making more use of social programs than ever before - libertarianism is dead and buried.", "The author concludes that the increasing use of symbols like the \"Don't Tread On Me\" flag by local groups \"resisting tyranny\" means that libertarianism is flourishing in America." ], [ "Boaz's strict libertarian philosophy makes an exception for national defense, because everyone benefits, so everyone must contribute, whether with resources or manpower.", "Boaz thinks that volunteers would come forward to fight for a nation worth defending (and presumably would make the needed weapons). ", "Boaz is a pacifist in addition to being a libertarian and believes that in a cooperative world, war can always be avoided. Therefore, no national defense is needed.", "Boaz glosses over the question of national defense without providing any kind of proposal for how it would be accomplished." ], [ "Boaz does not offer any mechanism for dealing with the mentally ill or other segments of the population who are incapable of making a decision to cooperate or not cooperate with rules.", "He cannot explain why all religions, which are as old as Homo sapiens himself, all have rules of conduct for the members of society, rules that often have severe punishments, if coercion is not necessary for cooperation.", "If you make an income/expense balance sheet for a project like a hospital, Boaz simply cannot show how the economics of voluntary community contributions can enable anything more the most minimal nods to civilization.", "Boaz never provides a logical explanation for why the societal rules and laws that *he* thinks are needed are organic to society, arising as part of some \"original bargain,\" while everything else is defined as compulsion. " ], [ "That the libertarian obsession with having no, or almost no rules or means of enforcing them, is all about a desire to obtain and keep power over others for one's own gain.", "That libertarianism is a giant, steaming heap of nonsense, and that Murray has admitted it without actually admitting it.", "That thousands of years of human history demonstrate the \"tragedy of the commons,\" i.e. the reality that any commonly held resource will be abused by some to advance their personal fortunes.", "That people can delegate the means and oversight of their desires and needs to democratically elected representatives, and that when they have done this, government action represents cooperation, not force." ], [ "Laws that are \"ok,\" by Murray's philosophy, provide benefits to everyone, like national health insurance. The problem is that no matter how much health care is provided, more will be needed, and no solution to this is proposed.", "The laws that are \"ok\" benefit everyone, such as public education, or they respond to external threats, like environmental pollution by industry. However, not everyone has children, so this is not logically consistent, since not everyone benefits.", "Laws that are \"ok\" simply enforce cooperative agreements, but it is never explained why it is ok to use force on people who are not competent to make their own decisions, like children or the mentally ill.", "Murray proposes the idea of \"negative income tax,\" i.e. government payments only to disadvantaged groups. He never explains where this money comes from - and, in fact, it must be extracted from others under threat of force, which is antithetical to libertarianism." ], [ "The author points to the increase in highway speed limits to counter the argument.", "The author points to the increasing use of mail-in ballots as an example of loosened regulation.", "The author points to deregulation of the railroads, making freight trains run more efficiently, with fewer restrictions.", "The author points to the increasing leniency in interpretation of the tax exempt status of supposedly charitable organizations (which actually have political purposes)." ] ]

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[ "Which of the men seems to be most genuinely interested in meeting a wife that night and why?", "What is Hill's fear when it comes to developing a relationship with his new wife?", "Karl is excited to have a wife so that", "When they think about their prospective wives, both men", "One way women were \"persuaded\" to go to the colony is", "A second trick used to get women to go to the colony was", "When Phyllis finds the poster in her mail, she initially wants to", "What is Suzanne's biggest concern about leaving?" ]

[ [ "Karl because he has already professed his love for one of the women.", "Hill because he has already professed his love for one of the women.", "Hill because he is being thoughtful when it comes to her return accommodations.", "Karl because he is being thoughtful when it comes to her return accommodations." ], [ "He is afraid she is not going to like his personality enough to fall in love with him.", "He does not want to get too attached to her because he is afraid she will be taken from him.", "He does not want to give her too many concessions because she will come to expect them, and she will not do any of the tasks for which he has procured a wife in order to do for him.", "He does not know how to act around a woman, and he is very insecure." ], [ "she can talk to his mother and sisters so that he will not have to listen to their gossip any longer.", "he will have someone to be madly in love with eventually.", "he will have someone to talk to and help with daily activities.", "there will be someone to do his bidding at all times." ], [ "almost dread the prospect of bringing her home as she will disrupt their life.", "change their minds and decide that it might be ok to be late so that they do not have to take one home.", "look forward to having someone to spend their golden years with.", "think of having a wife only for practical reasons and nothing more." ], [ "through propaganda making them feel old and if it was their final chance to get a man.", "through propaganda suggesting that the colony offered them a more glamorous lifestyle.", "through propaganda that made them feel as if it was the right thing to do for the future of the human race.", "through propaganda stating that if they did not, then the men would be forced to die alone." ], [ "by holding a lottery in which they believed the winning numbers would be given money, but, instead, they were giving a ride to the colony,", "simply by capturing her and taking her.", "arresting those who committed petty crimes and virtually giving them no other option.", "by telling them that if they went, they would have a wonderful life with some of the most attractive men in the universe." ], [ "alert the authorities because she believes her privacy is being invaded.", "hide because she feels she is being targeted to go to the colony and she has no intention of leaving.", "jump on a ship to the colony.", "do nothing, as she simply does not care about such nonsense." ], [ "How she is physically going to make the trip, as she is very ill.", "How long the trip will take.", "Will she find a man who truly loves her.", "She will never find a place to live as wonderful as what she is leaving behind." ] ]

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[ [ "ask any man with a daughter. Or any psychiatrist. Husband-hunting isn't\n just a pleasant pastime on Earth. It's an earnest cutthroat business", "It was quiet as Karl guided his mount along the dimly marked trail\n and he caught himself thinking of the return trip he would be making\n that night. It would be nice to have somebody new to talk to. And it", "Conversation hummed around her, most of it from the little group in the\n corner, where the extreme few who were married sat as practically a\n race apart. Their advice was sought, their suggestions avidly followed.", "\"Most of the girls in the past who didn't catch a husband,\" MacDonald\n continued, \"grew up to be the type of old maid who's dedicated to", "\"We saw this the last time we were here,\" Hill said.\n\n\n \"I know,\" Karl agreed, \"but I want to take another look.\" He was\n anxious to glean all the information that he could.", "landed, they would pair up by numbers. The method had its drawbacks, of\n course, but time was much too short to allow even a few days of getting", "\"I and the other gentlemen here represent the Colonization Board. We've\n interceded with the local authorities in order to offer you a choice.", "\"... I'd give a lot to know the girl who's got number twenty-five....\"\n\n\n \"Let's meet back here with the girls who have picked our numbers,\" Hill\n said. \"Maybe we could trade.\"", "\"One's probably just as good as another. They'll all have to work the\n farms and raise families.\"", "Some of the other colonists whom they hadn't seen for the last few\n months shouted greetings, and Karl began to feel some of the carnival", "And it was time, he thought soberly, that he started to raise a family.\n He was mid-twenty now, old enough to want a wife and children.\n\n\n \"You going to raise a litter, Joe?\"", "\"They say they're good workers,\" Hill said.\n\n\n Karl nodded. \"Pretty, too.\"", "acquainted. He'd have to get back to his trapping lines and he imagined\n that Hill would have to get back to his sawmill and the others to their", "He paused a moment, thinking over something that had just occurred to\n him.\n\n\n \"I've been thinking of your plans for a garden, Karl. Maybe I ought to\n have one for my wife to take care of, too.\"", "blue slips with numbers on them, pausing every now and then to tell\n them some entertaining bit of information about the women. He had a\n great imagination, nothing else.", "But not today. And not tonight.\n\n\n The phone rang and she answered in a casual tone. She talked for a\n minute, then let a trace of sultriness creep into her voice. The\n conversation wasn't long.", "office, who should know about these things if anybody did, seemed\n disturbingly lacking on definite information, though he had hinted\n broadly enough. He'd whistle softly and wink an eye and repeat the", "husband? She was thirty now; the phone hadn't rung in the last three\n years. She might as well spend this evening as she had spent so many", "bristly stubble of a man who was used to living alone and who liked\n it. But once he took a wife, he would probably have to keep himself in", "at his feet. He was a handsome specimen, with wavy blond hair and blue\n eyes and a curly mat on his bare chest that was just enough to be" ], [ "Karl looked out of the corner of his eye at Hill and felt a vague wave\n of uneasiness. Hill was a big, thick man wearing the soiled clothes and", "Hill puffed and wheezed and took another hitch on the rope.\n\n\n \"That's what I've been thinking about,\" he said, worried.", "Hill started. Karl realized that he had probably been thinking of the\n same thing.", "\"We saw this the last time we were here,\" Hill said.\n\n\n \"I know,\" Karl agreed, \"but I want to take another look.\" He was\n anxious to glean all the information that he could.", "\"You never would have thought of it yourself,\" Hill grunted. \"Grundy\n must have told you to do it, the old fool. If you ask me, the less", "He paused a moment, thinking over something that had just occurred to\n him.\n\n\n \"I've been thinking of your plans for a garden, Karl. Maybe I ought to\n have one for my wife to take care of, too.\"", "Joseph Hill wiped his plump face and coiled some of the rope's slack\n around his thick waist.\n\n\n \"Together now, Karl.\nOne! Two!\n\"", "Hill located a faint itch and frowned. \"I don't know, Karl. It's hard\n to say. They're—well, sophisticated, glamorous.\"", "acquainted. He'd have to get back to his trapping lines and he imagined\n that Hill would have to get back to his sawmill and the others to their", "husband? She was thirty now; the phone hadn't rung in the last three\n years. She might as well spend this evening as she had spent so many", "clean clothes and shave every few days. It was even possible that the\n woman might object to Hill letting his yllumph share the hut.", "\"One of these days I'll need help around the sawmill,\" Hill answered\n defensively. \"Need some kids to cut the trees, a couple more to pole", "\"Two hours, maybe a little more,\" he stated hastily when Hill looked\n more worried. \"Time enough to get to Landing City and put in for our\n numbers on the list.\"", "It was quiet as Karl guided his mount along the dimly marked trail\n and he caught himself thinking of the return trip he would be making\n that night. It would be nice to have somebody new to talk to. And it", "\"They say they're good workers,\" Hill said.\n\n\n Karl nodded. \"Pretty, too.\"", "bristly stubble of a man who was used to living alone and who liked\n it. But once he took a wife, he would probably have to keep himself in", "The path was getting crowded, more of the colonists coming onto the\n main path from the small side trails.\n\n\n Hill broke the silence first. \"I wonder what they'll be like.\"", "\"Well, what do you say?\" There was a dead silence. The young man\n from the Colonization Board turned to Suzanne. \"How about you, Miss\n Carstens?\"", "She got up and retrieved the battered book, then went over to the mail\n slot. She hadn't had time to open her mail that morning; most of the", "The black-haired girl next to her nodded sympathetically. \"Sure, Phyl,\n I know what you mean. Just like the rest of us—waiting for the phone\n to ring.\"" ], [ "He paused a moment, thinking over something that had just occurred to\n him.\n\n\n \"I've been thinking of your plans for a garden, Karl. Maybe I ought to\n have one for my wife to take care of, too.\"", "Some of the other colonists whom they hadn't seen for the last few\n months shouted greetings, and Karl began to feel some of the carnival", "It was quiet as Karl guided his mount along the dimly marked trail\n and he caught himself thinking of the return trip he would be making\n that night. It would be nice to have somebody new to talk to. And it", "been raised, but Karl was proud of it. Some day it would be as big as\n any city on any planet—maybe even have a population of ten thousand\n people or more.", "\"We saw this the last time we were here,\" Hill said.\n\n\n \"I know,\" Karl agreed, \"but I want to take another look.\" He was\n anxious to glean all the information that he could.", "Joseph Hill wiped his plump face and coiled some of the rope's slack\n around his thick waist.\n\n\n \"Together now, Karl.\nOne! Two!\n\"", "signs for the new arrivals. A table was loaded with government\n pamphlets meant to be helpful to newly married colonists. Karl went\n over and stuffed a few in his pockets. Other tables had been set out", "Karl looked wise and nodded knowingly. \"They're Earthwomen, Joe.\nEarth!\n\"", "\"Joe,\" Karl said suddenly, \"what's supposed to make women from Earth\n better than women from any other world?\"", "Karl looked out of the corner of his eye at Hill and felt a vague wave\n of uneasiness. Hill was a big, thick man wearing the soiled clothes and", "\"You didn't have to sign up,\" Karl pointed out. \"You could have applied\n for a wife from some different planet.\"", "And it was time, he thought soberly, that he started to raise a family.\n He was mid-twenty now, old enough to want a wife and children.\n\n\n \"You going to raise a litter, Joe?\"", "nothing more except a printed list of the different solar systems to\n which the colonial office was sending the women.\nShe was real pretty, Karl thought. A little on the thin side, maybe,", "\"They say they're good workers,\" Hill said.\n\n\n Karl nodded. \"Pretty, too.\"", "\"Miss Carstens?\"\n\n\n She smiled pertly.\n\n\n \"We've been expecting you.\"", "Karl chuckled. \"I don't think she'll have the time!\"", "bristly stubble of a man who was used to living alone and who liked\n it. But once he took a wife, he would probably have to keep himself in", "\"Well, what do you say?\" There was a dead silence. The young man\n from the Colonization Board turned to Suzanne. \"How about you, Miss\n Carstens?\"", "Karl flipped the boy a coin, picked up some food and a drink, and\n wandered over to the landing field with Hill. There were still ten", "at his feet. He was a handsome specimen, with wavy blond hair and blue\n eyes and a curly mat on his bare chest that was just enough to be" ], [ "ask any man with a daughter. Or any psychiatrist. Husband-hunting isn't\n just a pleasant pastime on Earth. It's an earnest cutthroat business", "\"One's probably just as good as another. They'll all have to work the\n farms and raise families.\"", "\"Most of the girls in the past who didn't catch a husband,\" MacDonald\n continued, \"grew up to be the type of old maid who's dedicated to", "\"They say they're good workers,\" Hill said.\n\n\n Karl nodded. \"Pretty, too.\"", "He paused a moment, thinking over something that had just occurred to\n him.\n\n\n \"I've been thinking of your plans for a garden, Karl. Maybe I ought to\n have one for my wife to take care of, too.\"", "landed, they would pair up by numbers. The method had its drawbacks, of\n course, but time was much too short to allow even a few days of getting", "\"... knew a fellow once who married one, never had a moment's rest\n afterward....\"\n\n\n \"... no comparison with colonial women. They got culture....\"", "And it was time, he thought soberly, that he started to raise a family.\n He was mid-twenty now, old enough to want a wife and children.\n\n\n \"You going to raise a litter, Joe?\"", "Conversation hummed around her, most of it from the little group in the\n corner, where the extreme few who were married sat as practically a\n race apart. Their advice was sought, their suggestions avidly followed.", "\"... I'd give a lot to know the girl who's got number twenty-five....\"\n\n\n \"Let's meet back here with the girls who have picked our numbers,\" Hill\n said. \"Maybe we could trade.\"", "It was quiet as Karl guided his mount along the dimly marked trail\n and he caught himself thinking of the return trip he would be making\n that night. It would be nice to have somebody new to talk to. And it", "solution in the long run. Probably cause more problems than it would\n solve. Even with women as easy to handle as they were nowadays, one was\n still enough.", "\"We saw this the last time we were here,\" Hill said.\n\n\n \"I know,\" Karl agreed, \"but I want to take another look.\" He was\n anxious to glean all the information that he could.", "acquainted. He'd have to get back to his trapping lines and he imagined\n that Hill would have to get back to his sawmill and the others to their", "\"Well, you see the problem. The ratio of women to men here on Earth is\n now something like five to three. If you don't know what that means,", "The black-haired girl next to her nodded sympathetically. \"Sure, Phyl,\n I know what you mean. Just like the rest of us—waiting for the phone\n to ring.\"", "blue slips with numbers on them, pausing every now and then to tell\n them some entertaining bit of information about the women. He had a\n great imagination, nothing else.", "attractive without being apelike. He held an axe in his hands and was\n eyeing her with a clearly inviting look of brazen self-confidence.\nIt was definitely a privacy violator and she should notify the", "bristly stubble of a man who was used to living alone and who liked\n it. But once he took a wife, he would probably have to keep himself in", "at his feet. He was a handsome specimen, with wavy blond hair and blue\n eyes and a curly mat on his bare chest that was just enough to be" ], [ "We would like to ship you out to the colony planets. Naturally, we will\n pay you the standard emigration bonus of five hundred dollars. The\n colonists need wives; they offer you—security.\"", "solution. All we have to do is get the women to colonize.\"", "The need for women out on the colony planets, the percentage of men to\n women—a startling disproportion—the comfortable cities that weren't\n nearly as primitive as people had imagined, and the recently reduced", "The first point was to convince them that they wanted to. The second\n point was that it might not matter whether they wanted to or not.", "nothing more except a printed list of the different solar systems to\n which the colonial office was sending the women.\nShe was real pretty, Karl thought. A little on the thin side, maybe,", "women just don't want to colonize. And who can blame them? Why should\n they give up living in a luxury civilization, with as many modern", "\"I and the other gentlemen here represent the Colonization Board. We've\n interceded with the local authorities in order to offer you a choice.", "\"Well, what do you say?\" There was a dead silence. The young man\n from the Colonization Board turned to Suzanne. \"How about you, Miss\n Carstens?\"", "He stressed the word slightly.\n\n\n \"Now, of course, if you don't prefer the colony planets, you can stay\n behind and face the penalties of ten years in jail and a fine of ten\n thousand dollars.\"", "\"... knew a fellow once who married one, never had a moment's rest\n afterward....\"\n\n\n \"... no comparison with colonial women. They got culture....\"", "was a Second System colonist and had never even seen an Earthwoman.\n He had heard tales, though, and even discounting a large percentage\n of them, some of them must have been true. Old Grundy at the rocket", "for ten years and pay a $10,000 fine, or you can ship out to the colony\n planets and receive a five-hundred-dollar immigration bonus.\"", "A loudspeaker blared.\n\n\n \"All colonists waiting for the wife draft assemble for your numbers!\n All colonists....\"", "MacDonald smiled. \"On the basis of statistics alone, would you want to\n emigrate from a planet where the women outnumber the men five to three?\"", "\"You know the one—colonization problem. You know that when we first\n started to colonize, quite a large percentage of the male population", "signs for the new arrivals. A table was loaded with government\n pamphlets meant to be helpful to newly married colonists. Karl went\n over and stuffed a few in his pockets. Other tables had been set out", "Which still left him with the main problem of how to get people to\n colonize who didn't\nwant\nto colonize.", "ask any man with a daughter. Or any psychiatrist. Husband-hunting isn't\n just a pleasant pastime on Earth. It's an earnest cutthroat business", "\"I wouldn't call that a choice,\" she said sourly. \"I'll ship out.\"\nV", "MacDonald stopped at the door. \"There's another reason why they want it\n worked out. The number of men applying to the Colonization Board for\n emigration to the colony planets is falling off.\"\n\n\n \"How come?\"" ], [ "solution. All we have to do is get the women to colonize.\"", "We would like to ship you out to the colony planets. Naturally, we will\n pay you the standard emigration bonus of five hundred dollars. The\n colonists need wives; they offer you—security.\"", "was a Second System colonist and had never even seen an Earthwoman.\n He had heard tales, though, and even discounting a large percentage\n of them, some of them must have been true. Old Grundy at the rocket", "The need for women out on the colony planets, the percentage of men to\n women—a startling disproportion—the comfortable cities that weren't\n nearly as primitive as people had imagined, and the recently reduced", "nothing more except a printed list of the different solar systems to\n which the colonial office was sending the women.\nShe was real pretty, Karl thought. A little on the thin side, maybe,", "women just don't want to colonize. And who can blame them? Why should\n they give up living in a luxury civilization, with as many modern", "\"Well, what do you say?\" There was a dead silence. The young man\n from the Colonization Board turned to Suzanne. \"How about you, Miss\n Carstens?\"", "The first point was to convince them that they wanted to. The second\n point was that it might not matter whether they wanted to or not.", "\"I and the other gentlemen here represent the Colonization Board. We've\n interceded with the local authorities in order to offer you a choice.", "signs for the new arrivals. A table was loaded with government\n pamphlets meant to be helpful to newly married colonists. Karl went\n over and stuffed a few in his pockets. Other tables had been set out", "A loudspeaker blared.\n\n\n \"All colonists waiting for the wife draft assemble for your numbers!\n All colonists....\"", "for ten years and pay a $10,000 fine, or you can ship out to the colony\n planets and receive a five-hundred-dollar immigration bonus.\"", "Which still left him with the main problem of how to get people to\n colonize who didn't\nwant\nto colonize.", "\"You know the one—colonization problem. You know that when we first\n started to colonize, quite a large percentage of the male population", "\"... knew a fellow once who married one, never had a moment's rest\n afterward....\"\n\n\n \"... no comparison with colonial women. They got culture....\"", "landed, they would pair up by numbers. The method had its drawbacks, of\n course, but time was much too short to allow even a few days of getting", "He stressed the word slightly.\n\n\n \"Now, of course, if you don't prefer the colony planets, you can stay\n behind and face the penalties of ten years in jail and a fine of ten\n thousand dollars.\"", "MacDonald smiled. \"On the basis of statistics alone, would you want to\n emigrate from a planet where the women outnumber the men five to three?\"", "and were loaded with luncheon food, fixed by the few colonial women in\n the community. Karl caught himself eyeing the women closely, wondering\n how the girls from Earth would compare with them.", "MacDonald stopped at the door. \"There's another reason why they want it\n worked out. The number of men applying to the Colonization Board for\n emigration to the colony planets is falling off.\"\n\n\n \"How come?\"" ], [ "poster? Of course, they probably wouldn't tell her even if they had.\nBut the poster was a violation of privacy. Whoever had sent it had\n taken advantage of information that was none of their business. It was", "The letter she finally finished writing was very short. She addressed\n it to the box number in the upper left-hand corner of the plain\n wrapper that the poster had come in.\nIV", "She got up and retrieved the battered book, then went over to the mail\n slot. She hadn't had time to open her mail that morning; most of the", "It was a poster of a beautiful woman leaning toward the viewer. The\n edges of the poster were curling and the colors had faded during the", "She gasped. It was a large poster, about a yard square. A man was on\n it, straddling a tiny city and a small panorama of farms and forests", "Phyllis finished washing up and then left the office, carefully noting\n the girl who was waiting for the boss. The girl was beautiful in a hard", "up to her to notify the authorities!\nShe took another look at the poster.", "The black-haired girl next to her nodded sympathetically. \"Sure, Phyl,\n I know what you mean. Just like the rest of us—waiting for the phone\n to ring.\"", "It held hers for ten pages and then she threw the book across the room,\n getting a savage delight at the way the pages ripped and fluttered to\n the floor.", "She caught herself admiring the man on the poster. Naturally, it was an\n artist's conception, but even so....", "At home, in her small two-room bachelor-girl apartment, she stripped\n and took a hot, sudsing shower, then stepped out and toweled herself in", "Phyllis Hanson put the cover over her typewriter and locked the\n correspondence drawer. Another day was done, another evening about to\n begin.", "Whoever had mailed it should be arrested and imprisoned! Preying\n on....\nThe smaller print at the bottom was mostly full of facts and figures.", "\"I don't have anything to say,\" she said. \"I want to see a lawyer.\"\n\n\n She could imagine what he was thinking. Another tough one, another\n plain jane who was shoplifting for a thrill.", "attractive without being apelike. He held an axe in his hands and was\n eyeing her with a clearly inviting look of brazen self-confidence.\nIt was definitely a privacy violator and she should notify the", "Her fingers sprang the metal tabs on a large envelope and she took out\n the contents and spread it wide.", "mirror. In a sudden flash of honesty, she had to admit that she wasn't\n even what you would call pretty. Her face was too broad, her nose a", "her audience with the other. Her green eyes sparkled, her smile was\n provocative. A quoted sentence read: \"I'm from\nEarth\n!\" There was", "She filed into the washroom with the other girls and carefully redid\n her face. It was getting hard to disguise the worry lines, to paint\n away the faint crow's-feet around her eyes.", "And she probably was. You had to do\nsomething\nnowadays. You couldn't\n just sit home and chew your fingernails, or run out and listen to the\n endless boring lectures on art and culture." ], [ "Suzanne felt that her lower jaw needed support. Ten thousand dollars\n and ten years! And in either case she'd lose the apartment she had\n worked so hard for, her symbol of security.", "Suzanne was proud of the apartment. It had all the modern conveniences,\n like the needle shower with the perfume dispenser, the built-in", "\"Suzanne Carstens,\" the young man noted, and slowly shook his head.\n \"A very pretty name, but no doubt not your own. It actually doesn't\n matter, though. Take a seat over there.\"", "\"Well, what do you say?\" There was a dead silence. The young man\n from the Colonization Board turned to Suzanne. \"How about you, Miss\n Carstens?\"", "What was the use of kidding herself any longer, of trying to live\n vicariously and hoping that some day she would have a home and a", "Phyllis finished washing up and then left the office, carefully noting\n the girl who was waiting for the boss. The girl was beautiful in a hard", "At home, in her small two-room bachelor-girl apartment, she stripped\n and took a hot, sudsing shower, then stepped out and toweled herself in", "\"Suzanne Carstens,\" she said grimly, and gave the other statistics he\n wanted. She idly wondered what stoolie had peddled the phone numbers.", "She filed into the washroom with the other girls and carefully redid\n her face. It was getting hard to disguise the worry lines, to paint\n away the faint crow's-feet around her eyes.", "And she probably was. You had to do\nsomething\nnowadays. You couldn't\n just sit home and chew your fingernails, or run out and listen to the\n endless boring lectures on art and culture.", "It held hers for ten pages and then she threw the book across the room,\n getting a savage delight at the way the pages ripped and fluttered to\n the floor.", "She let the receiver fall back on the base and went into the bedroom to\n get a hat box. She wouldn't need much; she'd probably be back that same\n night.", "She got up and retrieved the battered book, then went over to the mail\n slot. She hadn't had time to open her mail that morning; most of the", "\"... anxiety neurosis ... obvious feeling of not being wanted ...\n probably steals to attract attention ... recommend emigration.\"", "\"Let go of me!\" she ordered in a frostily offended voice.\n\n\n \"Sorry, miss,\" the man said politely, \"but I think we have a short trip\n to take.\"", "\"As soon as possible. At least within the year. By that time the\n situation will be very serious. The psychologists say that what will\n happen then won't be good.\"", "husband? She was thirty now; the phone hadn't rung in the last three\n years. She might as well spend this evening as she had spent so many", "solution in the long run. Probably cause more problems than it would\n solve. Even with women as easy to handle as they were nowadays, one was\n still enough.", "\"I wouldn't call that a choice,\" she said sourly. \"I'll ship out.\"\nV", "The letter she finally finished writing was very short. She addressed\n it to the box number in the upper left-hand corner of the plain\n wrapper that the poster had come in.\nIV" ] ]

[ "Why was Kaiser unable to find someone to help him repair his ship?", "When Kaiser recovers from his illness, what is he surprised to have found?", "Initially, what type of interactions does Kaiser have with the seal people?", "What was Kaiser's main motivation for becoming a space pilot?", "What was one indicator to Kaiser that the seal people were below average intelligence?", "Kaiser is truly disappointed at his own inability to prepare the ship because", "What do the people from the home base tell Kaiser that should have alarmed him?", "What ultimately is the cause of Kaiser speaking baby talk while he was sick?", "When Kaiser still cannot fix the ship, he decides to", "The second group of seal people" ]

[ [ "All of the other mechanics have moved to other places.", "No one on that planet speaks the common language used to repair interplanetary divices.", "He is the only person alive who knows how to fix this ship.", "He is the closest thing to intelligent life, he feels, on the planet." ], [ "The seal people took care of him.", "He had been recorded speaking baby talk to no one in particular.", "Another crew came to take him home.", "He repaired the ship in his sleep;" ], [ "He inquires as to whether or not one of them can help repair his ship.", "He simply observes them, and he is not overly impressed.", "He has no interaction with this, and he knows there is something off about them", "He was embraced by them, and they spent lots of time together during his time on their planet." ], [ "It was space pilot or die, as he committed adulty.", "His sense of adventure.", "He knew if he didn't leave he was going to have an affair.", "He wanted away from his bad marriage." ], [ "They smelled and never took baths.", "They did not know how to fix his ship.", "They had yet to discover fire.", "They had not invented the wheel." ], [ "He now wishes he had always listened in class.", "It was one of those problems that were so simple, that coming up with a solution should have been an elementary task.", "One of the seal people eventually fixed it. and he knew he was a superior lifeform.", "He took an entire training session on this particular issue." ], [ "His wife had filed for divorce while he was away.", "He had been invaded by another lifeform.", "He was speaking baby talk while he was sick because it reminded him of his mother.", "The seal people were planning to attack him." ], [ "His symbiote did it thinking it would bring him comfort.", "Someone was playing a joke on him.", "He was reverting to his childhood to self-soothe.", "He had a fever that made him partially insane." ], [ "Ask the seal people for help anyway.", "give up.", "go on the hunt for more intelligent life on the planet.", "see if he can find any literature hidden on the ship that could help him figure the dilemma out." ], [ "are the ones who damaged Kaiser's ship without his knowledge.", "are just like the initial group of seal people: they smell offensive and they seem to have the intelligence of a small child.", "seem to be more intelligent than the second group, even to the point where the anti-social Kaiser wants to spend time with them.", "are much more aggressive and hostile." ] ]

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[ [ "The\nSoscites II\nsent little that helped during the next twelve hours\n and Kaiser occupied his time trying again to repair the damage to the\n scout.", "Without putting on more than the shirt and trousers he had grown used\n to wearing, Kaiser went outside and wandered listlessly about the\n vicinity of the ship for several hours. When he became hungry, he went\n back inside.", "Kaiser had that one month to repair his scout or be stranded here\n forever.\n\n\n That was all he could remember. Nothing of what he had been doing\n recently.", "By now, Kaiser had accepted what had happened to him. His distress and\n anxiety were gone and he was impatient to do what he could to establish", "Sam, Kaiser knew, was the ship's mechanical diagnostician. His report\n followed:", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "Kaiser did not answer. The news was so startling, so unforeseen, that\n his mind refused to accept the actuality. He lay on the scout's bunk", "Kaiser felt suddenly weary. He lay on the scout's bunk and tried\n to sleep. Soon he was in that phantasm land between sleep and\n wakefulness—he knew he was not sleeping, yet he did dream.", "in helping his sister torment Kaiser.\nKaiser came wide awake in a cold sweat. The clock showed that only an\n hour had passed since he had sent his last message to the ship. Still", "Kaiser did not answer either communication. His earlier report had\n covered all that he had learned lately. He lay on his cot and went to\n sleep.\n\n\n In the morning, another message was waiting:", "The few loungers in the village paid little attention to Kaiser and\n he wandered through the irregular streets until he became bored and\n returned to the scout.", "Kaiser picked up a large rock and slowly, methodically pounded the\n communicator into a flattened jumble of metal and loose parts.", "When his breath threatened to burst from his lungs in a stream of\n bubbles, and he still could not free himself, Kaiser brought his knee", "the ship on his trip.\nThe tracks of his earlier journey had been erased by the soft rain, and\n when Kaiser reached the river, he found that he had not returned to", "Kaiser did not repair the tube immediately. He let the solution\n rest in his hands, like a package to be opened, the pleasure of its\n anticipation to be enjoyed as much as the final act.", "Perplexed, Kaiser stooped and began replacing the spilled articles in\n the tarp. They felt exceptionally light. He paused again, and suddenly", "At last Kaiser could bear the futility of his efforts no longer. He\n sent out a terse message to the\nSoscites II\n:", "By signs, Kaiser indicated that he came in peace, and they seemed to\n understand. A thick-bodied male went solemnly to the river bank and", "The suggestion that he get some sleep might not be a bad idea. He\n hadn't slept in over eighteen hours, Kaiser realized—and fell\n instantly asleep.\n\n\n The communicator had a message waiting for him when he awoke:", "They made sound shelters, but Kaiser had peered into several and found\n them dark and dank—and as smelly as the natives themselves." ], [ "By now, Kaiser had accepted what had happened to him. His distress and\n anxiety were gone and he was impatient to do what he could to establish", "Calmly, deliberately, Kaiser collected his thoughts, his memories, and\n brought them out where he could look at them:", "Perplexed, Kaiser stooped and began replacing the spilled articles in\n the tarp. They felt exceptionally light. He paused again, and suddenly", "Kaiser's good spirits returned on his return journey. He had enjoyed\n the relief from the tedium of spending day after day in the scout, and", "Kaiser did not answer either communication. His earlier report had\n covered all that he had learned lately. He lay on his cot and went to\n sleep.\n\n\n In the morning, another message was waiting:", "Kaiser did not answer. The news was so startling, so unforeseen, that\n his mind refused to accept the actuality. He lay on the scout's bunk", "Kaiser did not repair the tube immediately. He let the solution\n rest in his hands, like a package to be opened, the pleasure of its\n anticipation to be enjoyed as much as the final act.", "Kaiser felt suddenly weary. He lay on the scout's bunk and tried\n to sleep. Soon he was in that phantasm land between sleep and\n wakefulness—he knew he was not sleeping, yet he did dream.", "Without putting on more than the shirt and trousers he had grown used\n to wearing, Kaiser went outside and wandered listlessly about the\n vicinity of the ship for several hours. When he became hungry, he went\n back inside.", "Kaiser reached impulsively for the slicker he had thrown over a chest\n against one wall and put it on, then a pair of hip-high plastic boots", "His own reply perplexed Kaiser:", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "The suggestion that he get some sleep might not be a bad idea. He\n hadn't slept in over eighteen hours, Kaiser realized—and fell\n instantly asleep.\n\n\n The communicator had a message waiting for him when he awoke:", "Kaiser walked away, following the long slow bend of the river, and\n came to a collection of perhaps two hundred dwellings built in three\n haphazard rows along the river bank. He took time to study their\n construction more closely this time.", "the ship on his trip.\nThe tracks of his earlier journey had been erased by the soft rain, and\n when Kaiser reached the river, he found that he had not returned to", "Kaiser observed that it was working well and turned toward a wide,\n sluggish river, perhaps two hundred yards from the scout. Once there,", "By signs, Kaiser indicated that he came in peace, and they seemed to\n understand. A thick-bodied male went solemnly to the river bank and", "Strangely, the messages indicated need for haste did not prod Kaiser.\n He knew now that the job could be done, perhaps in a few hours' time.\n And the", "Kaiser's reply was short and succinct:\n\n\n WHAT THE HELL?", "The few loungers in the village paid little attention to Kaiser and\n he wandered through the irregular streets until he became bored and\n returned to the scout." ], [ "The next morning, Kaiser left off all his clothes except a pair of\n shorts and went swimming in the river. The seal-people were already in\n the water when he arrived and were very friendly.", "By signs, Kaiser indicated that he came in peace, and they seemed to\n understand. A thick-bodied male went solemnly to the river bank and", "By now, Kaiser had accepted what had happened to him. His distress and\n anxiety were gone and he was impatient to do what he could to establish", "called to a second, who dived and brought up a mouthful of weed. The\n first male took the weed and brought it to Kaiser. This was obviously a\n gesture of friendship.", "breathing shallow, for their odor was almost more than he could bear.\n One native smeared Kaiser's face with an exploring paw and Kaiser\n gagged and pushed him roughly away. He was bound by regulations to", "Several of the bolder males climbed up beside Kaiser and began pawing\n his plastic clothing. Kaiser stood still and tried to keep his", "Kaiser tried to break her hold, but she evidently thought he was\n clowning and wrapped her warm furred arms around him and held him\n helpless. They sank deeper.", "They were a mindless lot, Kaiser observed. The river supplied them with\n an easy existence, with food and living space, and apparently they had\n few natural enemies.", "he headed upstream. He could hear the pipings, and now and then a\n higher whistling, of the seal-people before he reached a bend and saw\n them. As usual, most were swimming in the river.", "Most of the natives returned to the river after the first ten minutes\n of curious inspection, but two stayed behind as Kaiser set up his tent.\n\n\n One was a female.", "When he finished, he returned to the waiting girl on the river bank.\n She pointed at his plastic trousers and made laughing sounds in her\n throat. Kaiser returned the laugh and stripped off the trousers. They\n ran, still laughing, into the water.", "with footpads that splayed out at forty-five-degree angles. They gave\n his legs the appearance of a split tail. About him hung a rank-fish\n smell that made Kaiser's stomach squirm.", "Wrapping his equipment in a plastic tarp, Kaiser eased it out the\n doorway and tied it on the sled. He hooked a towline to a harness on\n his shoulders and began his journey—in the opposite direction from the\n first native settlement.", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "Kaiser did not answer either communication. His earlier report had\n covered all that he had learned lately. He lay on his cot and went to\n sleep.\n\n\n In the morning, another message was waiting:", "He walked for more than seven hours before he found that his surmise\n had been correct. And a second cluster of huts, and seal-people in the", "The native stood perhaps five feet tall, with the heavy, blubbery\n body of a seal, and short, thick arms. Membranes connected the arms", "forward. The other chirped again and Kaiser went on toward the main\n group.\nThey had stopped their play and eating as Kaiser approached and now", "Kaiser felt suddenly weary. He lay on the scout's bunk and tried\n to sleep. Soon he was in that phantasm land between sleep and\n wakefulness—he knew he was not sleeping, yet he did dream.", "Kaiser reached impulsively for the slicker he had thrown over a chest\n against one wall and put it on, then a pair of hip-high plastic boots" ], [ "By now, Kaiser had accepted what had happened to him. His distress and\n anxiety were gone and he was impatient to do what he could to establish", "Kaiser felt suddenly weary. He lay on the scout's bunk and tried\n to sleep. Soon he was in that phantasm land between sleep and\n wakefulness—he knew he was not sleeping, yet he did dream.", "It was the same dream he had had many times before. In it, he was back\n home again, the home he had joined the space service to escape. He had", "Kaiser let himself ease back in the pilot chair and rolled the tape\n thoughtfully between his fingers. Overhead and to each side, large", "Kaiser's good spirits returned on his return journey. He had enjoyed\n the relief from the tedium of spending day after day in the scout, and", "Kaiser had that one month to repair his scout or be stranded here\n forever.\n\n\n That was all he could remember. Nothing of what he had been doing\n recently.", "Without putting on more than the shirt and trousers he had grown used\n to wearing, Kaiser went outside and wandered listlessly about the\n vicinity of the ship for several hours. When he became hungry, he went\n back inside.", "planet-mapping tour. It had dropped Kaiser in the one remaining scout\n ship—the other seven had all been lost one way or another during the\n exploring of new worlds—and set itself into a giant orbit about this", "Kaiser did not answer. The news was so startling, so unforeseen, that\n his mind refused to accept the actuality. He lay on the scout's bunk", "Kaiser picked up a large rock and slowly, methodically pounded the\n communicator into a flattened jumble of metal and loose parts.", "The suggestion that he get some sleep might not be a bad idea. He\n hadn't slept in over eighteen hours, Kaiser realized—and fell\n instantly asleep.\n\n\n The communicator had a message waiting for him when he awoke:", "Kaiser reached impulsively for the slicker he had thrown over a chest\n against one wall and put it on, then a pair of hip-high plastic boots", "The male became bored after a time and left, but the girl stayed until\n Kaiser finished. She motioned to him then to follow. When they reached", "Several of the bolder males climbed up beside Kaiser and began pawing\n his plastic clothing. Kaiser stood still and tried to keep his", "Well, naturally Kaiser would transmit baby\n\n talk messages to his mother ship! He was—\nGROWING UP ON BIG MUDDY\nBy CHARLES V. DE VET\n\n\n Illustrated by TURPIN", "BEFORE WE SEND THEM THROUGH. SLEEP ON THIS.\nSS II\nKaiser could imagine that most of the crew were not too concerned about", "Calmly, deliberately, Kaiser collected his thoughts, his memories, and\n brought them out where he could look at them:", "The\nSoscites II\nsent little that helped during the next twelve hours\n and Kaiser occupied his time trying again to repair the damage to the\n scout.", "Kaiser did not answer either communication. His earlier report had\n covered all that he had learned lately. He lay on his cot and went to\n sleep.\n\n\n In the morning, another message was waiting:", "The few loungers in the village paid little attention to Kaiser and\n he wandered through the irregular streets until he became bored and\n returned to the scout." ], [ "They were a mindless lot, Kaiser observed. The river supplied them with\n an easy existence, with food and living space, and apparently they had\n few natural enemies.", "The next morning, Kaiser left off all his clothes except a pair of\n shorts and went swimming in the river. The seal-people were already in\n the water when he arrived and were very friendly.", "By signs, Kaiser indicated that he came in peace, and they seemed to\n understand. A thick-bodied male went solemnly to the river bank and", "They had mammalian characteristics, Kaiser had noted before, so it\n was not difficult to distinguish the females from the males. The\n proportion was roughly fifty-fifty.", "The native stood perhaps five feet tall, with the heavy, blubbery\n body of a seal, and short, thick arms. Membranes connected the arms", "with footpads that splayed out at forty-five-degree angles. They gave\n his legs the appearance of a split tail. About him hung a rank-fish\n smell that made Kaiser's stomach squirm.", "This was mainly noticeable in their facile expressions as they talked.\n Kaiser was even certain that he read smiles on their faces when he", "They made sound shelters, but Kaiser had peered into several and found\n them dark and dank—and as smelly as the natives themselves.", "they were able to dry these to give them the necessary solidity, Kaiser\n did not know. He had found no signs that they knew how to use fire, and\n all apparent evidence was against their having it. They then had to", "he headed upstream. He could hear the pipings, and now and then a\n higher whistling, of the seal-people before he reached a bend and saw\n them. As usual, most were swimming in the river.", "called to a second, who dived and brought up a mouthful of weed. The\n first male took the weed and brought it to Kaiser. This was obviously a\n gesture of friendship.", "breathing shallow, for their odor was almost more than he could bear.\n One native smeared Kaiser's face with an exploring paw and Kaiser\n gagged and pushed him roughly away. He was bound by regulations to", "Kaiser walked away, following the long slow bend of the river, and\n came to a collection of perhaps two hundred dwellings built in three\n haphazard rows along the river bank. He took time to study their\n construction more closely this time.", "By now, Kaiser had accepted what had happened to him. His distress and\n anxiety were gone and he was impatient to do what he could to establish", "Kaiser observed that it was working well and turned toward a wide,\n sluggish river, perhaps two hundred yards from the scout. Once there,", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "Several of the bolder males climbed up beside Kaiser and began pawing\n his plastic clothing. Kaiser stood still and tried to keep his", "And they were almost human!\n\n\n The resemblance was still not so much in their physical makeup—that\n was little changed from the first he had found—as in their obviously\n greater intelligence.", "The few loungers in the village paid little attention to Kaiser and\n he wandered through the irregular streets until he became bored and\n returned to the scout.", "He walked for more than seven hours before he found that his surmise\n had been correct. And a second cluster of huts, and seal-people in the" ], [ "By now, Kaiser had accepted what had happened to him. His distress and\n anxiety were gone and he was impatient to do what he could to establish", "Without putting on more than the shirt and trousers he had grown used\n to wearing, Kaiser went outside and wandered listlessly about the\n vicinity of the ship for several hours. When he became hungry, he went\n back inside.", "Kaiser did not answer. The news was so startling, so unforeseen, that\n his mind refused to accept the actuality. He lay on the scout's bunk", "Kaiser felt suddenly weary. He lay on the scout's bunk and tried\n to sleep. Soon he was in that phantasm land between sleep and\n wakefulness—he knew he was not sleeping, yet he did dream.", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "in helping his sister torment Kaiser.\nKaiser came wide awake in a cold sweat. The clock showed that only an\n hour had passed since he had sent his last message to the ship. Still", "The\nSoscites II\nsent little that helped during the next twelve hours\n and Kaiser occupied his time trying again to repair the damage to the\n scout.", "At last Kaiser could bear the futility of his efforts no longer. He\n sent out a terse message to the\nSoscites II\n:", "Kaiser had that one month to repair his scout or be stranded here\n forever.\n\n\n That was all he could remember. Nothing of what he had been doing\n recently.", "Kaiser did not answer either communication. His earlier report had\n covered all that he had learned lately. He lay on his cot and went to\n sleep.\n\n\n In the morning, another message was waiting:", "Sam, Kaiser knew, was the ship's mechanical diagnostician. His report\n followed:", "BEFORE WE SEND THEM THROUGH. SLEEP ON THIS.\nSS II\nKaiser could imagine that most of the crew were not too concerned about", "Kaiser did not repair the tube immediately. He let the solution\n rest in his hands, like a package to be opened, the pleasure of its\n anticipation to be enjoyed as much as the final act.", "the ship on his trip.\nThe tracks of his earlier journey had been erased by the soft rain, and\n when Kaiser reached the river, he found that he had not returned to", "Kaiser picked up a large rock and slowly, methodically pounded the\n communicator into a flattened jumble of metal and loose parts.", "Strangely, the messages indicated need for haste did not prod Kaiser.\n He knew now that the job could be done, perhaps in a few hours' time.\n And the", "\"Damn this climate!\" Kaiser muttered irrelevantly. \"Doesn't it ever do\n anything here except rain?\"", "Kaiser's reply was short and succinct:\n\n\n WHAT THE HELL?", "Kaiser reached impulsively for the slicker he had thrown over a chest\n against one wall and put it on, then a pair of hip-high plastic boots", "Perplexed, Kaiser stooped and began replacing the spilled articles in\n the tarp. They felt exceptionally light. He paused again, and suddenly" ], [ "Kaiser did not answer either communication. His earlier report had\n covered all that he had learned lately. He lay on his cot and went to\n sleep.\n\n\n In the morning, another message was waiting:", "By now, Kaiser had accepted what had happened to him. His distress and\n anxiety were gone and he was impatient to do what he could to establish", "Kaiser did not answer. The news was so startling, so unforeseen, that\n his mind refused to accept the actuality. He lay on the scout's bunk", "The ship's following communication was three hours late. It was the\n last on the tape—the one Kaiser had read earlier. Apparently they\n decided to humor him.", "BEFORE WE SEND THEM THROUGH. SLEEP ON THIS.\nSS II\nKaiser could imagine that most of the crew were not too concerned about", "The suggestion that he get some sleep might not be a bad idea. He\n hadn't slept in over eighteen hours, Kaiser realized—and fell\n instantly asleep.\n\n\n The communicator had a message waiting for him when he awoke:", "Strangely, the messages indicated need for haste did not prod Kaiser.\n He knew now that the job could be done, perhaps in a few hours' time.\n And the", "in helping his sister torment Kaiser.\nKaiser came wide awake in a cold sweat. The clock showed that only an\n hour had passed since he had sent his last message to the ship. Still", "That evening, Kaiser received information from the\nSoscites II\nthat\n was at least definite:", "Kaiser felt suddenly weary. He lay on the scout's bunk and tried\n to sleep. Soon he was in that phantasm land between sleep and\n wakefulness—he knew he was not sleeping, yet he did dream.", "At last Kaiser could bear the futility of his efforts no longer. He\n sent out a terse message to the\nSoscites II\n:", "They made sound shelters, but Kaiser had peered into several and found\n them dark and dank—and as smelly as the natives themselves.", "Kaiser's reply was short and succinct:\n\n\n WHAT THE HELL?", "The few loungers in the village paid little attention to Kaiser and\n he wandered through the irregular streets until he became bored and\n returned to the scout.", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "By signs, Kaiser indicated that he came in peace, and they seemed to\n understand. A thick-bodied male went solemnly to the river bank and", "They were a mindless lot, Kaiser observed. The river supplied them with\n an easy existence, with food and living space, and apparently they had\n few natural enemies.", "Kaiser walked away, following the long slow bend of the river, and\n came to a collection of perhaps two hundred dwellings built in three\n haphazard rows along the river bank. He took time to study their\n construction more closely this time.", "Well, naturally Kaiser would transmit baby\n\n talk messages to his mother ship! He was—\nGROWING UP ON BIG MUDDY\nBy CHARLES V. DE VET\n\n\n Illustrated by TURPIN", "GIVE US ANY NEW INFORMATION YOU MIGHT HAVE ON NATIVES.\nSS II\n\n\n The second report was not so routine. Kaiser thought he detected a note\n of uneasiness in it." ], [ "The baby talk was worse on Kaiser's next:", "By now, Kaiser had accepted what had happened to him. His distress and\n anxiety were gone and he was impatient to do what he could to establish", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "Well, naturally Kaiser would transmit baby\n\n talk messages to his mother ship! He was—\nGROWING UP ON BIG MUDDY\nBy CHARLES V. DE VET\n\n\n Illustrated by TURPIN", "That was not much help. All it told him was that he had been sick.", "Kaiser's reply was short and succinct:\n\n\n WHAT THE HELL?", "tried saying \"tent\" and \"wire\" and \"tarp\" as he handled each object,\n but their piping voices could not repeat the words. Kaiser amused", "This was mainly noticeable in their facile expressions as they talked.\n Kaiser was even certain that he read smiles on their faces when he", "Kaiser did not repair the tube immediately. He let the solution\n rest in his hands, like a package to be opened, the pleasure of its\n anticipation to be enjoyed as much as the final act.", "Kaiser tried to break her hold, but she evidently thought he was\n clowning and wrapped her warm furred arms around him and held him\n helpless. They sank deeper.", "Kaiser felt suddenly weary. He lay on the scout's bunk and tried\n to sleep. Soon he was in that phantasm land between sleep and\n wakefulness—he knew he was not sleeping, yet he did dream.", "His own reply perplexed Kaiser:", "Kaiser reached impulsively for the slicker he had thrown over a chest\n against one wall and put it on, then a pair of hip-high plastic boots", "Without putting on more than the shirt and trousers he had grown used\n to wearing, Kaiser went outside and wandered listlessly about the\n vicinity of the ship for several hours. When he became hungry, he went\n back inside.", "Kaiser did not answer either communication. His earlier report had\n covered all that he had learned lately. He lay on his cot and went to\n sleep.\n\n\n In the morning, another message was waiting:", "breathing shallow, for their odor was almost more than he could bear.\n One native smeared Kaiser's face with an exploring paw and Kaiser\n gagged and pushed him roughly away. He was bound by regulations to", "When his breath threatened to burst from his lungs in a stream of\n bubbles, and he still could not free himself, Kaiser brought his knee", "When he finished, he returned to the waiting girl on the river bank.\n She pointed at his plastic trousers and made laughing sounds in her\n throat. Kaiser returned the laugh and stripped off the trousers. They\n ran, still laughing, into the water.", "His attention returned to the matter at hand. Why the baby talk? And\n why was his memory so hazy? How long had he been here? What had he been\n doing during that time?", "Calmly, deliberately, Kaiser collected his thoughts, his memories, and\n brought them out where he could look at them:" ], [ "By now, Kaiser had accepted what had happened to him. His distress and\n anxiety were gone and he was impatient to do what he could to establish", "Without putting on more than the shirt and trousers he had grown used\n to wearing, Kaiser went outside and wandered listlessly about the\n vicinity of the ship for several hours. When he became hungry, he went\n back inside.", "The\nSoscites II\nsent little that helped during the next twelve hours\n and Kaiser occupied his time trying again to repair the damage to the\n scout.", "When his breath threatened to burst from his lungs in a stream of\n bubbles, and he still could not free himself, Kaiser brought his knee", "Sam, Kaiser knew, was the ship's mechanical diagnostician. His report\n followed:", "in helping his sister torment Kaiser.\nKaiser came wide awake in a cold sweat. The clock showed that only an\n hour had passed since he had sent his last message to the ship. Still", "Kaiser did not answer. The news was so startling, so unforeseen, that\n his mind refused to accept the actuality. He lay on the scout's bunk", "Kaiser had that one month to repair his scout or be stranded here\n forever.\n\n\n That was all he could remember. Nothing of what he had been doing\n recently.", "Kaiser did not repair the tube immediately. He let the solution\n rest in his hands, like a package to be opened, the pleasure of its\n anticipation to be enjoyed as much as the final act.", "Kaiser felt suddenly weary. He lay on the scout's bunk and tried\n to sleep. Soon he was in that phantasm land between sleep and\n wakefulness—he knew he was not sleeping, yet he did dream.", "Kaiser did not answer either communication. His earlier report had\n covered all that he had learned lately. He lay on his cot and went to\n sleep.\n\n\n In the morning, another message was waiting:", "The suggestion that he get some sleep might not be a bad idea. He\n hadn't slept in over eighteen hours, Kaiser realized—and fell\n instantly asleep.\n\n\n The communicator had a message waiting for him when he awoke:", "to be freed from under the ship. Kaiser had tried forcing the sheet\n metal back into place with a small crowbar—the best leverage he had on\n hand—but it resisted his best efforts. He still could think of no way", "Kaiser picked up a large rock and slowly, methodically pounded the\n communicator into a flattened jumble of metal and loose parts.", "At last Kaiser could bear the futility of his efforts no longer. He\n sent out a terse message to the\nSoscites II\n:", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "BEFORE WE SEND THEM THROUGH. SLEEP ON THIS.\nSS II\nKaiser could imagine that most of the crew were not too concerned about", "Strangely, the messages indicated need for haste did not prod Kaiser.\n He knew now that the job could be done, perhaps in a few hours' time.\n And the", "the ship on his trip.\nThe tracks of his earlier journey had been erased by the soft rain, and\n when Kaiser reached the river, he found that he had not returned to", "The ship's following communication was three hours late. It was the\n last on the tape—the one Kaiser had read earlier. Apparently they\n decided to humor him." ], [ "He walked for more than seven hours before he found that his surmise\n had been correct. And a second cluster of huts, and seal-people in the", "he headed upstream. He could hear the pipings, and now and then a\n higher whistling, of the seal-people before he reached a bend and saw\n them. As usual, most were swimming in the river.", "the village he had visited the day before. However, there were other\n seal-people here.", "The next morning, Kaiser left off all his clothes except a pair of\n shorts and went swimming in the river. The seal-people were already in\n the water when he arrived and were very friendly.", "The native stood perhaps five feet tall, with the heavy, blubbery\n body of a seal, and short, thick arms. Membranes connected the arms", "called to a second, who dived and brought up a mouthful of weed. The\n first male took the weed and brought it to Kaiser. This was obviously a\n gesture of friendship.", "most of them swam in to shore and stood in the water, staring and\n piping. They varied in size from small seal-pups to full-grown adults.", "FORCED US BY YOUR OBSTINATE SILENCE—IS THAT IT CAN ALTER YOUR\n MIND ALSO. YOUR REPORT ON SECOND TRIBE OF SEAL-PEOPLE STRONGLY", "river, greeted his sight. He received a further pleasant surprise. This\n group was decidedly more advanced than the first!", "VISITED SEAL-PEOPLE AGAIN TODAY. STILL HAVE THEIR STINK IN MY NOSE.", "forward. The other chirped again and Kaiser went on toward the main\n group.\nThey had stopped their play and eating as Kaiser approached and now", "slipped on a particularly slick mud patch as he hurried toward them.\n Where the members of the first tribes had all looked almost exactly\n alike, these had very marked individual characteristics. Also, these", "PHYSIOLOGY OF THE SEAL-PEOPLE. THERE IS EVERY PROBABILITY THAT YOURS\n WILL ATTEMPT TO DO THE SAME TO YOU—TO BETTER FIT YOUR BODY TO ITS", "SUGGEST YOU DEVOTE ALL TIME AND EFFORT TO REPAIR OF SCOUT. INFORMATION\n ON SEAL-PEOPLE ADEQUATE FOR OUR PURPOSES.\nSS II", "often nudged him with their bodies when they came too close. He had\n difficulty keeping afloat and soon turned and started back. As he\n neared the river edge, a playful female grabbed him by the ankle and", "By signs, Kaiser indicated that he came in peace, and they seemed to\n understand. A thick-bodied male went solemnly to the river bank and", "TO SURVIVE THESE UNUSUAL EXTREMES, SEAL-PEOPLE WOULD NEED EXTREME", "That friendliness nearly resulted in disaster. The natives crowded\n around as he swam—they maneuvered with an otter-like proficiency—and", "with footpads that splayed out at forty-five-degree angles. They gave\n his legs the appearance of a split tail. About him hung a rank-fish\n smell that made Kaiser's stomach squirm.", "Wrapping his equipment in a plastic tarp, Kaiser eased it out the\n doorway and tied it on the sled. He hooked a towline to a harness on\n his shoulders and began his journey—in the opposite direction from the\n first native settlement." ] ]

[ "Why do people seem to not take note of the POSAT ads?", "What was Bill Evans REALLY looking for when he applied for POSAT?", "Miss Elizabeth Arnable wants to join POSAT because", "Donald Alford fills out the POSAT form for what reason?", "Out of the three applicants, which one was reluctant to fill out the next part of the application POSAT mails to them and why?", "Why was Don so shocked to receive correspondence \n from POSAT at his office?", "What was the deciding factor in Don's decision to keep his appointment with POSAT?", "In the waiting room, Don finds something so unbelievable that he ", "When he sees the atomic reactor, Don is not as shocked by its presence as he is", "Why does Don ultimately agree to become a member of POSAT?" ]

[ [ "They are so small and usually only found in the back of publications where no one reads, so no one really sees them.", "They have saturated the market with their ads, and they have been around for so long that no one pays attention to them anymore.", "You have to have special glasses to even see them, so they are not noticed.", "They are written so that only certain people can understand them, so no one pays attention to them." ], [ "A job. He knew with their connections, they could help him find work.", "He is looking for hope. He is going through such a rough time, he feels they might give him something to hold on to.", "A wife. He knew that being a member of POSAT would make him attractive to women. It would give him social status.", "He wants the answers that they are promising." ], [ "Her father and sister are members, so she wants to become one in order to follow tradition.", "she wants to feel accepted by something...anything.", "They share the same beliefs she does: cats are deities.", "she wants to know the answers they promise." ], [ "He wants the answers they promise.", "His wife dared him to.", "His wife encouraged him to.", "He simply does it out of curiosity." ], [ "Don Alford. It is asking him questions he is really not comfortable answering.", "Miss Elizabeth Arnable. She is afraid they will not find her interesting, and she really has nothing to add to the application.", "Donald Alford. His wife convinced him that they want the national secrets he carries.", "Bill Evens. He now has all the hope he needs with his new dream job. He doesn't see a point." ], [ "They SHOULD NOT have any idea where works based on their correspondence.", "He is afraid his wife will think he is keeping secrets when she finds out they sent it to the office. He asked them specifically NOT to send anything to his work.", "His boss does not like the employees to do any sort of personal business at work.", "He was embarrassed for the people at his job to know he had an interest in POSAT" ], [ "He needed to give them a piece of his mind for sending that letter to his job after he had specifically asked them not to do that.", "They told him if he didn't then they would hurt his wife.", "His curiosity about them was even greater after they sent the letter to his job. He had to find out what they were all about.", "His wife once again encourages him." ], [ "picks up the thing that surprises him and tries to steal it, but he is stopped when he cannot get out of the door.", "tries to simply leave the building, but the doors are locked.", "faints.", "calls the authorities." ], [ "to see how little coverage there is protecting the people from the radiation it produces.", "amazed by the fact that it fits inside the building.", "is shocked to see how many people are working on it. It should only take one.", "the fact that they did this in secrecy when Don's company was the only one with the technology to build such a thing." ], [ "He believes that smart men should rule the world.", "He knows that he can never leave the building unless he agrees to join them.", "His wife's influence.", "They proved they could do the things they claim by finding the right way to motivate him to join, just the way they do all the people they need to join them" ] ]

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[ [ "worker. Consequently, he was one of the many who passed over the POSAT\n ad with the disregard accorded to any common object.", "\"But why the hocus-pocus?\" asked Don. \"Why do you hide behind such a\n weird front as POSAT? Why do you advertise in magazines and invite just", "Donald Alford, research physicist, came across the POSAT ad tucked at\n the bottom of a column in\nThe Bulletin of Physical Research", "What is POSAT?\nBy PHYLLIS STERLING SMITH\n\n\n Illustrated by ED ALEXANDER\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "At first Don Alford had some trouble locating the POSAT headquarters.\n It seemed to him that the block in which the street number would fall\n was occupied entirely by a huge sprawling warehouse, of concrete", "\"There are also the desperate people who try POSAT as a last\n resort—lost ones who can't find their direction in life. For them we", "\"The scientific attitude again,\" Betty sighed. \"Don't you ever let your\n imagination run away with the facts a bit? What are you going to give\n for your reasons for asking about POSAT?\"", "\"He is not alive today. POSAT is actually what our advertisements\n claim—an\nancient\nsecret society. Our founder has been dead for over\n four centuries.\"\n\n\n \"But you said that he designed your atomic reactor.\"", "To Donald Alford, the booklet seemed to confirm his suspicion that\n POSAT was a racket of some sort. Why else would they be interested in\n his employment or financial position? It also served to increase his\n curiosity.", "Most readers passed it by with scarcely a glance. It was, after all,\n similar to the many that had appeared through the years under the", "It amused him to discover that the offices of POSAT were located on the\n other side of the same warehouse, at the end of a blind alley. Blind\n alley indeed! He felt vaguely ashamed for having placed any confidence\n in them.", "trust me. Try to believe me, as you once did. When I say that much of\n what POSAT does is illegal, I do not mean immoral. We're probably the", "It was the symbol or emblem of POSAT, he realized, that had caught his\n attention. The perpendicularly crossed ellipses centered with a small", "His next communication from POSAT came to his business address and,\n paradoxically, was more personal than its forerunners.\n\n\n Dear Doctor Alford:", "\"Do you suppose that POSAT is really what it claims to be—a secret\n society—and that they actually screen their applicants?\"", "mentally disclaimed all belief in anything that POSAT might offer, he\n had watched the return mails with anticipation. His own resources were\n almost at an end, and he had reached the point where intervention by", "He had hoped, unreasonably, that POSAT had an answer. But time lay\n heavily upon him, and he used it one evening to write the requested", "pursuing unrelated interests. Moreover, the headquarters of POSAT was\n in a town almost a hundred miles distant. Could he afford to take a\n whole day off for chasing will-o-wisps?", "information—about his employment (ha!), his religious beliefs, his\n reason for inquiring about POSAT, his financial situation. Without\n quite knowing that he did so, he communicated in his terse answers some", "active member of POSAT and that the dues were five dollars per month;\n please remit by return mail. She wrote a check immediately, and settled\n contentedly into a chair to peruse the article on sacred cats." ], [ "Bill Evans, an unemployed pharmacist, saw the ad in a copy of\nYour\n Life and Psychology", "To Donald Alford, the booklet seemed to confirm his suspicion that\n POSAT was a racket of some sort. Why else would they be interested in\n his employment or financial position? It also served to increase his\n curiosity.", "He had hoped, unreasonably, that POSAT had an answer. But time lay\n heavily upon him, and he used it one evening to write the requested", "Bill Evans, the unemployed pharmacist, let the paper lie unanswered for\n several days. To be quite honest, he was disappointed. Although he had", "mentally disclaimed all belief in anything that POSAT might offer, he\n had watched the return mails with anticipation. His own resources were\n almost at an end, and he had reached the point where intervention by", "\"The scientific attitude again,\" Betty sighed. \"Don't you ever let your\n imagination run away with the facts a bit? What are you going to give\n for your reasons for asking about POSAT?\"", "information—about his employment (ha!), his religious beliefs, his\n reason for inquiring about POSAT, his financial situation. Without\n quite knowing that he did so, he communicated in his terse answers some", "Donald Alford, research physicist, came across the POSAT ad tucked at\n the bottom of a column in\nThe Bulletin of Physical Research", "\"Do you suppose that POSAT is really what it claims to be—a secret\n society—and that they actually screen their applicants?\"", "Bill Evans was once again disappointed. The pamphlet that was enclosed\n gave what apparently meant to be final answers to life's problems. They\n were couched in vaguely metaphysical terms and offered absolutely no\n help to him.", "It amused him to discover that the offices of POSAT were located on the\n other side of the same warehouse, at the end of a blind alley. Blind\n alley indeed! He felt vaguely ashamed for having placed any confidence\n in them.", "\"But why the hocus-pocus?\" asked Don. \"Why do you hide behind such a\n weird front as POSAT? Why do you advertise in magazines and invite just", "At first Don Alford had some trouble locating the POSAT headquarters.\n It seemed to him that the block in which the street number would fall\n was occupied entirely by a huge sprawling warehouse, of concrete", "But the more he thought about it, the more sinister it seemed. His\n laboratory address was available, but why should POSAT take the trouble", "His next communication from POSAT came to his business address and,\n paradoxically, was more personal than its forerunners.\n\n\n Dear Doctor Alford:", "of looking it up? Some prudent impulse had led him to withhold that\n particular bit of information, yet now, for some reason of their own,\n POSAT had unearthed the information.", "pursuing unrelated interests. Moreover, the headquarters of POSAT was\n in a town almost a hundred miles distant. Could he afford to take a\n whole day off for chasing will-o-wisps?", "\"He is not alive today. POSAT is actually what our advertisements\n claim—an\nancient\nsecret society. Our founder has been dead for over\n four centuries.\"\n\n\n \"But you said that he designed your atomic reactor.\"", "What is POSAT?\nBy PHYLLIS STERLING SMITH\n\n\n Illustrated by ED ALEXANDER\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"There are also the desperate people who try POSAT as a last\n resort—lost ones who can't find their direction in life. For them we" ], [ "\"The scientific attitude again,\" Betty sighed. \"Don't you ever let your\n imagination run away with the facts a bit? What are you going to give\n for your reasons for asking about POSAT?\"", "Miss Elizabeth Arnable was one of the few to whom the advertisement\n was unfamiliar. As a matter of fact, she very seldom read a magazine.", "active member of POSAT and that the dues were five dollars per month;\n please remit by return mail. She wrote a check immediately, and settled\n contentedly into a chair to peruse the article on sacred cats.", "What is POSAT?\nBy PHYLLIS STERLING SMITH\n\n\n Illustrated by ED ALEXANDER\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "to maintain the secrecy of our discoveries until they can be safely\n disclosed. We must be absolutely certain that anyone who enters this\n building will have joined POSAT before he leaves. What if we approached", "Miss Arnable was thrilled to discover that her envelope contained not\n only several pamphlets, (she scanned the titles rapidly and found that", "one of them concerned the sacred cats of ancient Egypt), but that it\n contained also a small pin with the symbol of POSAT wrought in gold and\n black enamel. The covering letter said that she had been accepted as an", "It just so happened, however, that she had bought a copy of the\nAntivivisectionist Gazette\nthe day before. She pounced upon the POSAT", "\"But why the hocus-pocus?\" asked Don. \"Why do you hide behind such a\n weird front as POSAT? Why do you advertise in magazines and invite just", "At first Don Alford had some trouble locating the POSAT headquarters.\n It seemed to him that the block in which the street number would fall\n was occupied entirely by a huge sprawling warehouse, of concrete", "\"Do you suppose that POSAT is really what it claims to be—a secret\n society—and that they actually screen their applicants?\"", "\"There are also the desperate people who try POSAT as a last\n resort—lost ones who can't find their direction in life. For them we", "To Donald Alford, the booklet seemed to confirm his suspicion that\n POSAT was a racket of some sort. Why else would they be interested in\n his employment or financial position? It also served to increase his\n curiosity.", "Miss Arnable was delighted with the opportunity for autobiographical\n composition. It required five extra sheets of paper to convey all the", "mentally disclaimed all belief in anything that POSAT might offer, he\n had watched the return mails with anticipation. His own resources were\n almost at an end, and he had reached the point where intervention by", "It amused him to discover that the offices of POSAT were located on the\n other side of the same warehouse, at the end of a blind alley. Blind\n alley indeed! He felt vaguely ashamed for having placed any confidence\n in them.", "He had hoped, unreasonably, that POSAT had an answer. But time lay\n heavily upon him, and he used it one evening to write the requested", "pursuing unrelated interests. Moreover, the headquarters of POSAT was\n in a town almost a hundred miles distant. Could he afford to take a\n whole day off for chasing will-o-wisps?", "trust me. Try to believe me, as you once did. When I say that much of\n what POSAT does is illegal, I do not mean immoral. We're probably the", "\"He is not alive today. POSAT is actually what our advertisements\n claim—an\nancient\nsecret society. Our founder has been dead for over\n four centuries.\"\n\n\n \"But you said that he designed your atomic reactor.\"" ], [ "To Donald Alford, the booklet seemed to confirm his suspicion that\n POSAT was a racket of some sort. Why else would they be interested in\n his employment or financial position? It also served to increase his\n curiosity.", "Donald Alford, research physicist, came across the POSAT ad tucked at\n the bottom of a column in\nThe Bulletin of Physical Research", "At first Don Alford had some trouble locating the POSAT headquarters.\n It seemed to him that the block in which the street number would fall\n was occupied entirely by a huge sprawling warehouse, of concrete", "His next communication from POSAT came to his business address and,\n paradoxically, was more personal than its forerunners.\n\n\n Dear Doctor Alford:", "information—about his employment (ha!), his religious beliefs, his\n reason for inquiring about POSAT, his financial situation. Without\n quite knowing that he did so, he communicated in his terse answers some", "He had hoped, unreasonably, that POSAT had an answer. But time lay\n heavily upon him, and he used it one evening to write the requested", "\"The scientific attitude again,\" Betty sighed. \"Don't you ever let your\n imagination run away with the facts a bit? What are you going to give\n for your reasons for asking about POSAT?\"", "\"But why the hocus-pocus?\" asked Don. \"Why do you hide behind such a\n weird front as POSAT? Why do you advertise in magazines and invite just", "mentally disclaimed all belief in anything that POSAT might offer, he\n had watched the return mails with anticipation. His own resources were\n almost at an end, and he had reached the point where intervention by", "What is POSAT?\nBy PHYLLIS STERLING SMITH\n\n\n Illustrated by ED ALEXANDER\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "She smiled. \"We've been expecting you, Dr. Alford. If you'll just step\n into the next room—\"\n\n\n She opened a door opposite the stairwell, and Don stepped through it.", "It amused him to discover that the offices of POSAT were located on the\n other side of the same warehouse, at the end of a blind alley. Blind\n alley indeed! He felt vaguely ashamed for having placed any confidence\n in them.", "Don Alford would not have been surprised if his envelope had shown\n contents similar to the ones that the others received. The folded", "It was unfortunate for his curiosity that Don could not see the\n contents of the three envelopes that were mailed from the offices of\n POSAT the following week. For this time they differed.", "\"He is not alive today. POSAT is actually what our advertisements\n claim—an\nancient\nsecret society. Our founder has been dead for over\n four centuries.\"\n\n\n \"But you said that he designed your atomic reactor.\"", "But the more he thought about it, the more sinister it seemed. His\n laboratory address was available, but why should POSAT take the trouble", "\"There are also the desperate people who try POSAT as a last\n resort—lost ones who can't find their direction in life. For them we", "active member of POSAT and that the dues were five dollars per month;\n please remit by return mail. She wrote a check immediately, and settled\n contentedly into a chair to peruse the article on sacred cats.", "of looking it up? Some prudent impulse had led him to withhold that\n particular bit of information, yet now, for some reason of their own,\n POSAT had unearthed the information.", "to maintain the secrecy of our discoveries until they can be safely\n disclosed. We must be absolutely certain that anyone who enters this\n building will have joined POSAT before he leaves. What if we approached" ], [ "information—about his employment (ha!), his religious beliefs, his\n reason for inquiring about POSAT, his financial situation. Without\n quite knowing that he did so, he communicated in his terse answers some", "mentally disclaimed all belief in anything that POSAT might offer, he\n had watched the return mails with anticipation. His own resources were\n almost at an end, and he had reached the point where intervention by", "It was unfortunate for his curiosity that Don could not see the\n contents of the three envelopes that were mailed from the offices of\n POSAT the following week. For this time they differed.", "He had hoped, unreasonably, that POSAT had an answer. But time lay\n heavily upon him, and he used it one evening to write the requested", "To Donald Alford, the booklet seemed to confirm his suspicion that\n POSAT was a racket of some sort. Why else would they be interested in\n his employment or financial position? It also served to increase his\n curiosity.", "It amused him to discover that the offices of POSAT were located on the\n other side of the same warehouse, at the end of a blind alley. Blind\n alley indeed! He felt vaguely ashamed for having placed any confidence\n in them.", "Three identical forms accompanied the booklet which POSAT sent in\n response to the three inquiries. The booklet gave no more information", "But the more he thought about it, the more sinister it seemed. His\n laboratory address was available, but why should POSAT take the trouble", "His next communication from POSAT came to his business address and,\n paradoxically, was more personal than its forerunners.\n\n\n Dear Doctor Alford:", "active member of POSAT and that the dues were five dollars per month;\n please remit by return mail. She wrote a check immediately, and settled\n contentedly into a chair to peruse the article on sacred cats.", "worker. Consequently, he was one of the many who passed over the POSAT\n ad with the disregard accorded to any common object.", "one of them concerned the sacred cats of ancient Egypt), but that it\n contained also a small pin with the symbol of POSAT wrought in gold and\n black enamel. The covering letter said that she had been accepted as an", "Donald Alford, research physicist, came across the POSAT ad tucked at\n the bottom of a column in\nThe Bulletin of Physical Research", "\"The scientific attitude again,\" Betty sighed. \"Don't you ever let your\n imagination run away with the facts a bit? What are you going to give\n for your reasons for asking about POSAT?\"", "\"Do you suppose that POSAT is really what it claims to be—a secret\n society—and that they actually screen their applicants?\"", "pursuing unrelated interests. Moreover, the headquarters of POSAT was\n in a town almost a hundred miles distant. Could he afford to take a\n whole day off for chasing will-o-wisps?", "\"There are also the desperate people who try POSAT as a last\n resort—lost ones who can't find their direction in life. For them we", "to maintain the secrecy of our discoveries until they can be safely\n disclosed. We must be absolutely certain that anyone who enters this\n building will have joined POSAT before he leaves. What if we approached", "Bill Evans, the unemployed pharmacist, let the paper lie unanswered for\n several days. To be quite honest, he was disappointed. Although he had", "\"But why the hocus-pocus?\" asked Don. \"Why do you hide behind such a\n weird front as POSAT? Why do you advertise in magazines and invite just" ], [ "His next communication from POSAT came to his business address and,\n paradoxically, was more personal than its forerunners.\n\n\n Dear Doctor Alford:", "It was unfortunate for his curiosity that Don could not see the\n contents of the three envelopes that were mailed from the offices of\n POSAT the following week. For this time they differed.", "To Donald Alford, the booklet seemed to confirm his suspicion that\n POSAT was a racket of some sort. Why else would they be interested in\n his employment or financial position? It also served to increase his\n curiosity.", "It amused him to discover that the offices of POSAT were located on the\n other side of the same warehouse, at the end of a blind alley. Blind\n alley indeed! He felt vaguely ashamed for having placed any confidence\n in them.", "At first Don Alford had some trouble locating the POSAT headquarters.\n It seemed to him that the block in which the street number would fall\n was occupied entirely by a huge sprawling warehouse, of concrete", "\"But why the hocus-pocus?\" asked Don. \"Why do you hide behind such a\n weird front as POSAT? Why do you advertise in magazines and invite just", "But the more he thought about it, the more sinister it seemed. His\n laboratory address was available, but why should POSAT take the trouble", "She opened the inner door again and Don followed her into what he\n supposed to be the office of the Grand Chairman of POSAT.", "information—about his employment (ha!), his religious beliefs, his\n reason for inquiring about POSAT, his financial situation. Without\n quite knowing that he did so, he communicated in his terse answers some", "He had hoped, unreasonably, that POSAT had an answer. But time lay\n heavily upon him, and he used it one evening to write the requested", "mentally disclaimed all belief in anything that POSAT might offer, he\n had watched the return mails with anticipation. His own resources were\n almost at an end, and he had reached the point where intervention by", "\"The scientific attitude again,\" Betty sighed. \"Don't you ever let your\n imagination run away with the facts a bit? What are you going to give\n for your reasons for asking about POSAT?\"", "outside. The girl motioned him toward the far end of the balcony, where\n a frosted glass door marked the office of the Grand Chairman.\nBut Don could not will his legs to move. His heart beat at the sight of", "\"This isn't the kind of thing I expected them to send me,\" worried\n Don. \"Look at the type of thing they ask. 'If you had discovered", "The girl addressing envelopes at the desk looked very ordinary.\nNot\n the Mata-Hari type\n, thought Don, with an inward chuckle at his own\n suspicions. He handed her the letter.", "Donald Alford, research physicist, came across the POSAT ad tucked at\n the bottom of a column in\nThe Bulletin of Physical Research", "\"Dr. Crandon!\" he heard his own voice reply. \"\nYou're\nthe Grand\n Chairman of POSAT?\"", "active member of POSAT and that the dues were five dollars per month;\n please remit by return mail. She wrote a check immediately, and settled\n contentedly into a chair to peruse the article on sacred cats.", "worker. Consequently, he was one of the many who passed over the POSAT\n ad with the disregard accorded to any common object.", "of looking it up? Some prudent impulse had led him to withhold that\n particular bit of information, yet now, for some reason of their own,\n POSAT had unearthed the information." ], [ "At least one decision was easier to reach because of his doubts. Now he\n knew he had to keep his appointment with the Grand Chairman of POSAT.", "To Donald Alford, the booklet seemed to confirm his suspicion that\n POSAT was a racket of some sort. Why else would they be interested in\n his employment or financial position? It also served to increase his\n curiosity.", "\"The scientific attitude again,\" Betty sighed. \"Don't you ever let your\n imagination run away with the facts a bit? What are you going to give\n for your reasons for asking about POSAT?\"", "He had hoped, unreasonably, that POSAT had an answer. But time lay\n heavily upon him, and he used it one evening to write the requested", "At first Don Alford had some trouble locating the POSAT headquarters.\n It seemed to him that the block in which the street number would fall\n was occupied entirely by a huge sprawling warehouse, of concrete", "mentally disclaimed all belief in anything that POSAT might offer, he\n had watched the return mails with anticipation. His own resources were\n almost at an end, and he had reached the point where intervention by", "\"But why the hocus-pocus?\" asked Don. \"Why do you hide behind such a\n weird front as POSAT? Why do you advertise in magazines and invite just", "information—about his employment (ha!), his religious beliefs, his\n reason for inquiring about POSAT, his financial situation. Without\n quite knowing that he did so, he communicated in his terse answers some", "pursuing unrelated interests. Moreover, the headquarters of POSAT was\n in a town almost a hundred miles distant. Could he afford to take a\n whole day off for chasing will-o-wisps?", "She opened the inner door again and Don followed her into what he\n supposed to be the office of the Grand Chairman of POSAT.", "It amused him to discover that the offices of POSAT were located on the\n other side of the same warehouse, at the end of a blind alley. Blind\n alley indeed! He felt vaguely ashamed for having placed any confidence\n in them.", "It was unfortunate for his curiosity that Don could not see the\n contents of the three envelopes that were mailed from the offices of\n POSAT the following week. For this time they differed.", "Donald Alford, research physicist, came across the POSAT ad tucked at\n the bottom of a column in\nThe Bulletin of Physical Research", "His next communication from POSAT came to his business address and,\n paradoxically, was more personal than its forerunners.\n\n\n Dear Doctor Alford:", "But the more he thought about it, the more sinister it seemed. His\n laboratory address was available, but why should POSAT take the trouble", "of looking it up? Some prudent impulse had led him to withhold that\n particular bit of information, yet now, for some reason of their own,\n POSAT had unearthed the information.", "Don's confusion was complete. Crandon looked at him kindly. \"Let's\n start at the beginning,\" he said, and Don was back again in the", "\"Dr. Crandon!\" he heard his own voice reply. \"\nYou're\nthe Grand\n Chairman of POSAT?\"", "The conviction grew in Don's mind that here was something much deeper\n and more sinister than he would be able to cope with. He should have\n asked for help, should have stated his suspicions to the police or the\n F.B.I. Even now—", "up with you. We have the atomic bomb. What's POSAT been doing all that\n time? Or have you found that human nature really can't be changed?\"" ], [ "Crandon paused as though searching for words with which to continue.\n\n\n \"Did you notice the paintings in the waiting room as you entered?\"\n\n\n Don nodded, too bewildered to speak.", "Crandon looked at Don's unbelieving face. \"How can I make you see that\n it is the truth? Think of the eons that man or manlike creatures have", "cried out against this impossible fantasy. And yet—there sat the\n reactor, sheathed in its strange shield. Crandon watched the direction\n of Don's glance.", "the shabby reception room. For a moment Don had difficulty breathing.\n The rug—Don had seen one like it before, but it had been in a museum.", "Don's confusion was complete. Crandon looked at him kindly. \"Let's\n start at the beginning,\" he said, and Don was back again in the", "outside. The girl motioned him toward the far end of the balcony, where\n a frosted glass door marked the office of the Grand Chairman.\nBut Don could not will his legs to move. His heart beat at the sight of", "Crandon sighed. \"I forgot how little you know, Don. I have a long\n story to tell you. You'll find it hard to believe at first. But try to", "bracket, then significantly at his bulging pocket. Her gaze was still\n as bland and innocent as when he had entered, but to Don she no longer\n seemed ordinary. Her very calmness in the face of his odd actions was", "\"This isn't the kind of thing I expected them to send me,\" worried\n Don. \"Look at the type of thing they ask. 'If you had discovered", "He led the way along the narrow balcony to another door, then down a\n steep flight of stairs. He opened a door at the bottom, and Don saw\n what must have been the world's largest computing machine.", "\"Then the pictures are modern,\" said Don, aware that his mouth was\n hanging open foolishly. \"I thought one was a Titian—\"", "Don shook his head as though to clear away the confusion. His\n conservative habit of thought made him reject that explanation as too\n melodramatic.", "the room below him. It was a laboratory, but a laboratory the like of\n which he had never seen before. Most of the equipment was unfamiliar\n to him. Whatever he did recognize was of a different design than he had", "\"Good Lord!\" Don gasped. \"That's an atomic reactor down there!\" There\n could be no doubt about it, even though he could see it only obscurely\n through the bluish-green plastic shielding it.", "The sight of the luxurious room before him struck his eyes with the\n shock of a dentist's drill, so great was the contrast between it and", "evil in it. \"I can see that you are suspicious of us, and—yes—afraid.\"\nDon stared at the scene below him. After his initial glance to confirm", "pattern of the gray-looking wallpaper and worn rug. But the light of\n the summer afternoon filtering through the window scattered the gloom\n somewhat, enough to help Don doubt that he would find the menace here", "She smiled. \"We've been expecting you, Dr. Alford. If you'll just step\n into the next room—\"\n\n\n She opened a door opposite the stairwell, and Don stepped through it.", "The conviction grew in Don's mind that here was something much deeper\n and more sinister than he would be able to cope with. He should have\n asked for help, should have stated his suspicions to the police or the\n F.B.I. Even now—", "his own youthful excitement at the masterful and orderly disclosure\n of scientific facts. To find him here in this mad and treacherous\n place—didn't anything make sense any longer?" ], [ "\"Good Lord!\" Don gasped. \"That's an atomic reactor down there!\" There\n could be no doubt about it, even though he could see it only obscurely\n through the bluish-green plastic shielding it.", "cried out against this impossible fantasy. And yet—there sat the\n reactor, sheathed in its strange shield. Crandon watched the direction\n of Don's glance.", "\"Yes, the reactor,\" said Crandon. \"He built one like it. It confirmed\n his theories. His calculations showed him something else too. He saw", "Don's confusion was complete. Crandon looked at him kindly. \"Let's\n start at the beginning,\" he said, and Don was back again in the", "The thumping of his heart was caused not by the fact that he had never\n seen a similar tube before, but because he had. He had never held", "evil in it. \"I can see that you are suspicious of us, and—yes—afraid.\"\nDon stared at the scene below him. After his initial glance to confirm", "undoubtedly noticed the shielding material on the reactor. That's a\n fairly recent development of our metallurgical department. There are\n other things in the laboratory that I can't even explain to you until", "Crandon looked at Don's unbelieving face. \"How can I make you see that\n it is the truth? Think of the eons that man or manlike creatures have", "\"Hello, Don,\" said a quiet voice beside him. \"It's good to see you\n again.\"", "outside. The girl motioned him toward the far end of the balcony, where\n a frosted glass door marked the office of the Grand Chairman.\nBut Don could not will his legs to move. His heart beat at the sight of", "He led the way along the narrow balcony to another door, then down a\n steep flight of stairs. He opened a door at the bottom, and Don saw\n what must have been the world's largest computing machine.", "bracket, then significantly at his bulging pocket. Her gaze was still\n as bland and innocent as when he had entered, but to Don she no longer\n seemed ordinary. Her very calmness in the face of his odd actions was", "the destructive potentialities of an atomic explosion. He himself could\n not have built an atomic bomb; he didn't have the facilities. But his\n knowledge would have enabled other men to do so. He looked about", "\"This isn't the kind of thing I expected them to send me,\" worried\n Don. \"Look at the type of thing they ask. 'If you had discovered", "\"They were donated by the founder of our Organization. They were part\n of his personal collection—which, incidentally, he bought from the\n artists themselves. He also designed the atomic reactor we use for\n power here in the laboratory.\"", "\"He is not alive today. POSAT is actually what our advertisements\n claim—an\nancient\nsecret society. Our founder has been dead for over\n four centuries.\"\n\n\n \"But you said that he designed your atomic reactor.\"", "Crandon paused as though searching for words with which to continue.\n\n\n \"Did you notice the paintings in the waiting room as you entered?\"\n\n\n Don nodded, too bewildered to speak.", "His scientist's mind applauded the genius who had developed it, even as\n the alarming conviction grew that he wouldn't—couldn't—be allowed to", "Don picked up the slender, glowing cylinder and held it between\n trembling fingers. Although it was delivering as much light as a two", "The conviction grew in Don's mind that here was something much deeper\n and more sinister than he would be able to cope with. He should have\n asked for help, should have stated his suspicions to the police or the\n F.B.I. Even now—" ], [ "\"But why the hocus-pocus?\" asked Don. \"Why do you hide behind such a\n weird front as POSAT? Why do you advertise in magazines and invite just", "Don nodded, his tense features relaxing.\n\n\n \"Enroll me as a member,\" he said.", "To Donald Alford, the booklet seemed to confirm his suspicion that\n POSAT was a racket of some sort. Why else would they be interested in\n his employment or financial position? It also served to increase his\n curiosity.", "active member of POSAT and that the dues were five dollars per month;\n please remit by return mail. She wrote a check immediately, and settled\n contentedly into a chair to peruse the article on sacred cats.", "At first Don Alford had some trouble locating the POSAT headquarters.\n It seemed to him that the block in which the street number would fall\n was occupied entirely by a huge sprawling warehouse, of concrete", "\"The scientific attitude again,\" Betty sighed. \"Don't you ever let your\n imagination run away with the facts a bit? What are you going to give\n for your reasons for asking about POSAT?\"", "She opened the inner door again and Don followed her into what he\n supposed to be the office of the Grand Chairman of POSAT.", "to maintain the secrecy of our discoveries until they can be safely\n disclosed. We must be absolutely certain that anyone who enters this\n building will have joined POSAT before he leaves. What if we approached", "\"Do you suppose that POSAT is really what it claims to be—a secret\n society—and that they actually screen their applicants?\"", "trust me. Try to believe me, as you once did. When I say that much of\n what POSAT does is illegal, I do not mean immoral. We're probably the", "information—about his employment (ha!), his religious beliefs, his\n reason for inquiring about POSAT, his financial situation. Without\n quite knowing that he did so, he communicated in his terse answers some", "save our civilization. That's why you are here. We have work for you to\n do. Will you join us, Don?\"", "He had hoped, unreasonably, that POSAT had an answer. But time lay\n heavily upon him, and he used it one evening to write the requested", "Donald Alford, research physicist, came across the POSAT ad tucked at\n the bottom of a column in\nThe Bulletin of Physical Research", "It amused him to discover that the offices of POSAT were located on the\n other side of the same warehouse, at the end of a blind alley. Blind\n alley indeed! He felt vaguely ashamed for having placed any confidence\n in them.", "At least one decision was easier to reach because of his doubts. Now he\n knew he had to keep his appointment with the Grand Chairman of POSAT.", "mentally disclaimed all belief in anything that POSAT might offer, he\n had watched the return mails with anticipation. His own resources were\n almost at an end, and he had reached the point where intervention by", "\"He is not alive today. POSAT is actually what our advertisements\n claim—an\nancient\nsecret society. Our founder has been dead for over\n four centuries.\"\n\n\n \"But you said that he designed your atomic reactor.\"", "What is POSAT?\nBy PHYLLIS STERLING SMITH\n\n\n Illustrated by ED ALEXANDER\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"I think I've answered most of your questions, Don. But you haven't\n answered mine. Will you join us?\"" ] ]

[ "What is the first clue the author gives the reader that the characters are probably in a hostile environment?", "Why can the people on the spacecraft not go outside?", "What is the first thing that the ship's crew finds shocking about Patrick?", "What shocks Patrick about the ship's crew?", "According to Patrick, why do the people on this planet look the way they do?", "Why does Patrick have to go through a battery of tests as soon as he enters the ship?", "What is surprising about the way June reacts to Pat?", "What happens to the hampsters?", "What does Pat reveal about the food that he consumed on the ship?" ]

[ [ "As the story opens, the narrator speaks about the characters' craft being shot down.", "As the story opens, the narrator speaks about an animal that has been stalking the characters.", "As the story opens, the first thing the narrator talks about is the plague.", "As the story opens, the first thing the narrator tells us about the characters is that they have their guns out and ready, just in case." ], [ "The planet's inhabitants are hostile.", "They are not sure if the environment is safe, as they are escaping a plague that spans the universe.", "They are prisoners, and they are not allowed off of the ship.", "There are too many wild animals who are waiting to rip them apart." ], [ "He speaks the same language they do.", "He is the ruler of this planet, and he came to find them himself,", "He has twisted, human-like features, but he is clearly not human.", "He is a doctor, too." ], [ "They appear to be human", "They all have such different facial features. ", "They are all doctors, too.", "They all speak the same language that he does." ], [ "They have a shallow gene pool", "Radiation.", "They are a product of gene mutation.", "They had to mate with the original inhabitants on the island." ], [ "They have to make sure that he does not have a disposition to murder people", "They want to make sure he is intelligent enough to be able to interact with their people.", "They want to make sure that he is actually who he says he is, and he was sent to meet them for legitimate reasons.", "They have to make sure that he is not carrying the plague." ], [ "She is obviously attracted to him, though she is in a committed relationship with someone else.", "She is afraid of him because the people of his planet are known for their inhumanity towards strangers.", "She does not trust him at all.", "She wants to stay on the planet with him because they need a doctor." ], [ "They all die", "They all become pregnant.", "Most of them die.", "Nothing. They all show that Patrick does not carry the plague." ], [ "He will be unable to digest it.", "It was the only \"human food\" he'd ever consumed.", "He poisoned it.", "He thought it was the best thing he'd ever had the pleasure of tasting." ] ]

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[ [ "They saw it suddenly, a lighter moving copper patch among the darker\n browns. Reflex action swung June's gun into line, and behind her", "than any of them. Red-haired, hawk-faced and darkly tanned, it stood\n breathing heavily, looking at them without expression. At its side hung", "The friendly drawl was the first voice that had broken the forest\n sounds. June smiled suddenly. He was right. The strict logic of\n evolution did not demand beards; therefore a non-human would not be\n wearing a three day growth of red stubble.", "greenish glint from his fishbowl helmet.\nThey walked on. A quarter of a mile back, the space ship\nExplorer", "The hunt party of the\nExplorer\nfiled along the narrow trail, guns\n ready, walking carefully, listening to the distant, half familiar cries\n of strange birds.", "A few minutes later, standing in the stalls for spacesuit\n decontamination, being buffeted by jets of hot disinfectant, bathed in", "\"That guy's a menace,\" Max said, and laughed to himself, cutting\n another slice of hydroponic mushroom steak. \"What's eating you?\" he\n added, glancing aside at her when he noticed her sudden stillness.", "love you.\" He came out of the trees carrying the blood sample kit, and\n touched her glove with his, the grin on his ugly beloved face barely\n visible in the mingled light and shade. A patch of sunlight struck a", "Pat Mead was wearing nothing but a loin cloth and his weapons, and the\n wind ruffled his hair. He looked comfortable, and they longed to take", "\"Sooner than you think,\" Max told her. \"We've discovered a castaway\n colony on the planet. They've done our tests for us by just living\n here. If there's anything here to catch, they've caught it.\"", "and never came back. The crew must have died.\" Long years of hardship\n were indicated by that statement, a colony with electric power gone\n and machinery stilled, with key technicians dead and no way to replace", "mores.\" He winked wickedly. \"I may not be back for several nights.\"\n They watched through the viewplate as he took off, and then went over\n to the laboratory for a look at the hamsters.", "planet yet. There's room for a few more people.\" He shook hands with\n the Bartons quickly. \"That is—you are people, aren't you?\" he asked\n startlingly.", "\"We were afraid of that,\" the tall bronze man answered soberly. \"We\n have been here three generations and yet no traders have come.\"", "off the stuffy spacesuits and feel the wind against their own skins.\n Minos was like home, like Earth.... But they were strangers.", "twice, but we couldn't attract its attention.\"\nJune looked in stunned silence at the stranger leaning against the\n tree. Thirty-six light years—thirty-six times six trillion miles", "\"Starting with you,\" Max told him ruefully, \"as soon as you step on\n board.\"\n\n\n \"More needles?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, and a few little extras thrown in.\"", "High above them the scout helioplane came out of an opening in the ship\n and angled off toward the west, its buzz diminishing. Then, suddenly,", "of monotonous space travel—to be told that the planet was already\n settled! \"We didn't know there was a colony here,\" she said. \"It is not\n on the map.\"", "\"What's that you've got? Hey, what are you docs doing down there?\" He\n banked again and came to a stop, hovering fifty feet away. June could\n see his startled face looking through the glass at Pat." ], [ "All legal spaceships were built for safety. No chance was taken of\n allowing a suspected carrier to bring an infection on board with him.", "The people of the ship waited while their doctors, in airtight\n spacesuits, hunted animals to test them for contagion.", "down!\" He laughed and sobered. \"But then why wear spacesuits? The air\n is breathable.\"", "and never came back. The crew must have died.\" Long years of hardship\n were indicated by that statement, a colony with electric power gone\n and machinery stilled, with key technicians dead and no way to replace", "like Earth diseases, alike enough to be contagious, different enough to\n be impossible to treat. There was warning enough in the past. Colonies\n had vanished, and traveled spaceways drifted with the corpses of ships", "treatment. Doctors are not reliable; they die. Therefore spaceways and\n interplanetary health law demanded that ship equipment for guarding\n against disease be totally mechanical in operation, rapid and efficient.", "Pat Mead explained patiently, \"Our ship, with the power plant and all\n the books we needed, went off into the sky to avoid the contagion,", "A few minutes later, standing in the stalls for spacesuit\n decontamination, being buffeted by jets of hot disinfectant, bathed in", "off the stuffy spacesuits and feel the wind against their own skins.\n Minos was like home, like Earth.... But they were strangers.", "and murals on the walls. It doesn't have the new speed drives, but it\n brought us thirty-six light years in one and a half subjective years.\n Plenty good enough.\"", "\"It is a one-way street,\" Pat warned. \"Once it is done, you won't be\n able to digest ship food. I'll get no good from this protein. I ate it\n just for the taste.\"", "of isolation in space, everyone was hungry for the sight of new faces,\n the sound of unfamiliar voices.\nThey climbed the last two turns to the cafeteria, and entered to a rich", "\"Sooner than you think,\" Max told her. \"We've discovered a castaway\n colony on the planet. They've done our tests for us by just living\n here. If there's anything here to catch, they've caught it.\"", "planet yet. There's room for a few more people.\" He shook hands with\n the Bartons quickly. \"That is—you are people, aren't you?\" he asked\n startlingly.", "of monotonous space travel—to be told that the planet was already\n settled! \"We didn't know there was a colony here,\" she said. \"It is not\n on the map.\"", "\"We won't be free to contact your people until we know if they still\n carry melting sickness,\" Max added. \"You might be immune so it doesn't", "greenish glint from his fishbowl helmet.\nThey walked on. A quarter of a mile back, the space ship\nExplorer", "entered the ship, but with no additional treatment. Apparently a\n hamster could fight off melting sickness easily if left alone. Three\n were still feverish and ruffled, with a low red blood count, but", "\"This isn't Central Park,\" said Hal Barton, his brother, coming into\n sight. His green spacesuit struck an incongruous note against the\n bronze and red forest. \"They won't all look like ducks,\" he said\n soberly.", "\"Tests first,\" Hal Barton said. \"We have to find out if you people\n still carry this so-called melting sickness. We'll have to de-microbe" ], [ "A very tall man with fiery red hair came in surrounded by an eagerly\n talking crowd of ship people. It was Pat Mead. He stood in the doorway,", "\"I mean,\" Patrick Mead said into the silence, \"all these—interesting\n different hair colors and face shapes and so forth—\" He made a vague\n wave with one hand as if he had run out of words or was anxious not to\n insult them.", "\"Patrick Mead is the name,\" smiled the man, shaking hands casually.\n \"Just a hunter and bridge carpenter myself. Never met any medicos\n before.\"", "Patrick Mead took another look at their four faces and began to grin.\n \"Like me, I guess. But I hadn't thought of it before. I did not think", "of smiling faces, handshakes, and introductions. Pat was asked about\n crops, about farming methods, about rainfall and floods, about farm\n animals and plant breeding, about the compatibility of imported Earth", "\"We'll have a banquet ready for you when you get out,\" she told Pat and\n hung up, smiling. Pat Mead's voice had a vitality and enjoyment which\n made shipboard talk sound like sad artificial gaiety in contrast.", "than any of them. Red-haired, hawk-faced and darkly tanned, it stood\n breathing heavily, looking at them without expression. At its side hung", "\"It is a one-way street,\" Pat warned. \"Once it is done, you won't be\n able to digest ship food. I'll get no good from this protein. I ate it\n just for the taste.\"", "\"Why not?\" said Max with a poise that June admired.\n\n\n \"Well, you are all so—so—\" Patrick Mead's eyes roamed across the\n faces of the group. \"So varied.\"", "\"Wait a minute.\" She went to a wall phone and dialed it carefully,\n using a combination from the ship's directory. \"How're you doing, Pat?\"", "\"What's that you've got? Hey, what are you docs doing down there?\" He\n banked again and came to a stop, hovering fifty feet away. June could\n see his startled face looking through the glass at Pat.", "Pat lay down obediently. Max knelt, and, as he spoke, expertly swabbed\n and inserted needles with the smooth speed that had made him a fine\n nerve surgeon on Earth.", "\"The plane will drop a note on your town, telling them you got\n through to us,\" Hal Barton told Pat, who was sitting up watching Max\n dexterously put the blood and spinal fluids into the right bottles\n without exposing them to air.", "June laid a hand on his arm. \"No harm meant,\" she said to him over the\n intercom. \"We're just as much of a shock to him as he is to us.\"", "experienced luxury. He had been born and raised on Minos.\n\"May I go aboard?\" Pat asked hopefully.", "It was his handsomeness which made Pat such a pleasure to look upon\n and talk with, she guiltily told herself, and it was his tremendous\n vitality.... It was like meeting a movie hero in the flesh, or a hero", "the intercom. \"I wouldn't mind being a Mead myself!\"\nTheir job had been made easy by the coming of Pat. They went back to", "planet yet. There's room for a few more people.\" He shook hands with\n the Bartons quickly. \"That is—you are people, aren't you?\" he asked\n startlingly.", "Pat Mead was wearing nothing but a loin cloth and his weapons, and the\n wind ruffled his hair. He looked comfortable, and they longed to take", "\"Nice!\" said Pat. \"Beautiful!\" The admiration in his voice was warming." ], [ "A very tall man with fiery red hair came in surrounded by an eagerly\n talking crowd of ship people. It was Pat Mead. He stood in the doorway,", "\"I mean,\" Patrick Mead said into the silence, \"all these—interesting\n different hair colors and face shapes and so forth—\" He made a vague\n wave with one hand as if he had run out of words or was anxious not to\n insult them.", "Patrick Mead took another look at their four faces and began to grin.\n \"Like me, I guess. But I hadn't thought of it before. I did not think", "\"Patrick Mead is the name,\" smiled the man, shaking hands casually.\n \"Just a hunter and bridge carpenter myself. Never met any medicos\n before.\"", "\"Wait a minute.\" She went to a wall phone and dialed it carefully,\n using a combination from the ship's directory. \"How're you doing, Pat?\"", "\"We'll have a banquet ready for you when you get out,\" she told Pat and\n hung up, smiling. Pat Mead's voice had a vitality and enjoyment which\n made shipboard talk sound like sad artificial gaiety in contrast.", "\"Why not?\" said Max with a poise that June admired.\n\n\n \"Well, you are all so—so—\" Patrick Mead's eyes roamed across the\n faces of the group. \"So varied.\"", "of smiling faces, handshakes, and introductions. Pat was asked about\n crops, about farming methods, about rainfall and floods, about farm\n animals and plant breeding, about the compatibility of imported Earth", "Somewhere near them, in a series of stalls which led around and\n around like a rabbit maze, Pat was being herded from stall to stall", "experienced luxury. He had been born and raised on Minos.\n\"May I go aboard?\" Pat asked hopefully.", "\"It is a one-way street,\" Pat warned. \"Once it is done, you won't be\n able to digest ship food. I'll get no good from this protein. I ate it\n just for the taste.\"", "than any of them. Red-haired, hawk-faced and darkly tanned, it stood\n breathing heavily, looking at them without expression. At its side hung", "\"What's that you've got? Hey, what are you docs doing down there?\" He\n banked again and came to a stop, hovering fifty feet away. June could\n see his startled face looking through the glass at Pat.", "High above them the scout helioplane came out of an opening in the ship\n and angled off toward the west, its buzz diminishing. Then, suddenly,", "Pat lay down obediently. Max knelt, and, as he spoke, expertly swabbed\n and inserted needles with the smooth speed that had made him a fine\n nerve surgeon on Earth.", "Pat Mead explained patiently, \"Our ship, with the power plant and all\n the books we needed, went off into the sky to avoid the contagion,", "They saw it suddenly, a lighter moving copper patch among the darker\n browns. Reflex action swung June's gun into line, and behind her", "Pat Mead was wearing nothing but a loin cloth and his weapons, and the\n wind ruffled his hair. He looked comfortable, and they longed to take", "Len Marlow, the protein tank-culture technician responsible for the\n mushroom steaks, had wormed his way into the group and asked Pat a", "\"Oh, I'm not complaining,\" Pat said negligently. He cocked his head to\n the music, and tried to locate its source.\n\n\n \"That's big of you,\" said Max with gentle irony." ], [ "\"I mean,\" Patrick Mead said into the silence, \"all these—interesting\n different hair colors and face shapes and so forth—\" He made a vague\n wave with one hand as if he had run out of words or was anxious not to\n insult them.", "face of the planet and upsetting the balance of its ecology. He decided\n that he would adapt our genes to this planet or kill us trying. He did\n it all right.'\"", "\"In other words,\" she said, \"everyone on the planet looks like you and\n me?\"", "Patrick Mead took another look at their four faces and began to grin.\n \"Like me, I guess. But I hadn't thought of it before. I did not think", "of smiling faces, handshakes, and introductions. Pat was asked about\n crops, about farming methods, about rainfall and floods, about farm\n animals and plant breeding, about the compatibility of imported Earth", "planet yet. There's room for a few more people.\" He shook hands with\n the Bartons quickly. \"That is—you are people, aren't you?\" he asked\n startlingly.", "\"Leucocytes can run through several thousand generations of evolution\n in six months,\" Pat Mead finished. \"When they reached to a point where\n they would absorb Minos food, he planted them back in the people he\n had taken them from.\"", "\"Why not?\" said Max with a poise that June admired.\n\n\n \"Well, you are all so—so—\" Patrick Mead's eyes roamed across the\n faces of the group. \"So varied.\"", "that people could have different colored hair or that noses could fit\n so many ways onto faces. I was judging by my own appearance, but I\n suppose any fool can walk on his hands and say the world is upside", "\"Sooner than you think,\" Max told her. \"We've discovered a castaway\n colony on the planet. They've done our tests for us by just living\n here. If there's anything here to catch, they've caught it.\"", "She addressed a question to the tall colonist on outside sound. \"What\n should a person look like, Mr. Mead?\"\n\n\n He indicated her with a smile. \"Like you.\"", "It was his handsomeness which made Pat such a pleasure to look upon\n and talk with, she guiltily told herself, and it was his tremendous\n vitality.... It was like meeting a movie hero in the flesh, or a hero", "Pat Mead explained patiently, \"Our ship, with the power plant and all\n the books we needed, went off into the sky to avoid the contagion,", "of monotonous space travel—to be told that the planet was already\n settled! \"We didn't know there was a colony here,\" she said. \"It is not\n on the map.\"", "families. They were immune. I guess we look alike because we're all\n related, and that's why I grew up thinking that it is the only way\n people can look.\"\nPlague.", "This one looked like a man, a magnificently muscled, leanly graceful,\n humanlike animal. Even in its callused bare feet, it was a head taller", "\"It is a one-way street,\" Pat warned. \"Once it is done, you won't be\n able to digest ship food. I'll get no good from this protein. I ate it\n just for the taste.\"", "\"This isn't Central Park,\" said Hal Barton, his brother, coming into\n sight. His green spacesuit struck an incongruous note against the\n bronze and red forest. \"They won't all look like ducks,\" he said\n soberly.", "\"It's a story.\" Pat leaned back again. \"Alexander P. Mead, the head of\n the Mead clan, was a plant geneticist, a very determined personality", "\"Look!\" said someone. \"There's the colonist!\" Shelia, a pretty, jeweled\n woman, followed and caught his arm. \"Did you\nreally\nswim across a\n river to come here?\"" ], [ "\"Wait a minute.\" She went to a wall phone and dialed it carefully,\n using a combination from the ship's directory. \"How're you doing, Pat?\"", "Pat lay down obediently. Max knelt, and, as he spoke, expertly swabbed\n and inserted needles with the smooth speed that had made him a fine\n nerve surgeon on Earth.", "A very tall man with fiery red hair came in surrounded by an eagerly\n talking crowd of ship people. It was Pat Mead. He stood in the doorway,", "\"It is a one-way street,\" Pat warned. \"Once it is done, you won't be\n able to digest ship food. I'll get no good from this protein. I ate it\n just for the taste.\"", "\"The plane will drop a note on your town, telling them you got\n through to us,\" Hal Barton told Pat, who was sitting up watching Max\n dexterously put the blood and spinal fluids into the right bottles\n without exposing them to air.", "Pat Mead explained patiently, \"Our ship, with the power plant and all\n the books we needed, went off into the sky to avoid the contagion,", "All legal spaceships were built for safety. No chance was taken of\n allowing a suspected carrier to bring an infection on board with him.", "A few minutes later, standing in the stalls for spacesuit\n decontamination, being buffeted by jets of hot disinfectant, bathed in", "\"Lie down,\" Max told him, \"and hold still. We need two spinal fluid\n samples from the back, a body cavity one in front, and another from the\n arm.\"", "\"Starting with you,\" Max told him ruefully, \"as soon as you step on\n board.\"\n\n\n \"More needles?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, and a few little extras thrown in.\"", "\"Tests first,\" Hal Barton said. \"We have to find out if you people\n still carry this so-called melting sickness. We'll have to de-microbe", "of smiling faces, handshakes, and introductions. Pat was asked about\n crops, about farming methods, about rainfall and floods, about farm\n animals and plant breeding, about the compatibility of imported Earth", "experienced luxury. He had been born and raised on Minos.\n\"May I go aboard?\" Pat asked hopefully.", "\"Sooner than you think,\" Max told her. \"We've discovered a castaway\n colony on the planet. They've done our tests for us by just living\n here. If there's anything here to catch, they've caught it.\"", "\"People on Minos?\" Bess's handsome ruddy face grew alive with\n excitement.\n\n\n \"One of them is down in the medical department,\" June said. \"He'll be\n out in twenty minutes.\"", "\"We'll have a banquet ready for you when you get out,\" she told Pat and\n hung up, smiling. Pat Mead's voice had a vitality and enjoyment which\n made shipboard talk sound like sad artificial gaiety in contrast.", "you and take specimens before we let you on board. Once on, you'll be\n no good as a check for what the other Meads might have.\"", "The people of the ship waited while their doctors, in airtight\n spacesuits, hunted animals to test them for contagion.", "\"If you do carry melting sickness,\" said Hal Barton, \"we won't be able\n to mingle with your people until we've cleared them of the disease.\"\n\n\n \"Starting with me?\" Pat asked.", "Somewhere near them, in a series of stalls which led around and\n around like a rabbit maze, Pat was being herded from stall to stall" ], [ "June nudged Max, and Max shrugged indifferently. It wasn't anything a\n man would pay attention to, perhaps. But June watched Pat for a moment", "\"Hello, June,\" said Pat and continued telling his tale, but as they\n passed he lightly touched her arm.\n\n\n \"Oh, pioneer!\" she said mockingly and softly to his passing profile,\n and knew that he had heard.", "June and Max got up firmly, edged through the crowd, captured Pat and\n escorted him back to their table. June found herself pleased to be", "June laid a hand on his arm. \"No harm meant,\" she said to him over the\n intercom. \"We're just as much of a shock to him as he is to us.\"", "They saw it suddenly, a lighter moving copper patch among the darker\n browns. Reflex action swung June's gun into line, and behind her", "June stepped closer and stood looking up at him, considering her own\n description. She was tall and tanned, like him; had a few freckles,\n like him; and wavy red hair, like his. She ignored the brightly\n humorous blue eyes.", "\"What's that you've got? Hey, what are you docs doing down there?\" He\n banked again and came to a stop, hovering fifty feet away. June could\n see his startled face looking through the glass at Pat.", "\"You're just a specimen animal to me, bud!\" Max grinned at Pat Mead,\n and Pat grinned back. June saw that they were friends already, the", "alertly scanning the dining room. Sheer vitality made him seem even\n larger than he was. Sighting June, he smiled and began to thread toward\n their table.", "\"Nothing,\" she said hastily, but she did not turn back to watching Pat\n Mead. She felt disloyal. Pat was only a superb animal. Max was the man", "\"Why not?\" said Max with a poise that June admired.\n\n\n \"Well, you are all so—so—\" Patrick Mead's eyes roamed across the\n faces of the group. \"So varied.\"", "It was his handsomeness which made Pat such a pleasure to look upon\n and talk with, she guiltily told herself, and it was his tremendous\n vitality.... It was like meeting a movie hero in the flesh, or a hero", "\"Right!\" She turned and ran down the ramp like a small girl going to a\n fire. Max grinned at June and she grinned back. After a year and a half", "\"Nice!\" said Pat. \"Beautiful!\" The admiration in his voice was warming.", "\"We'll have a banquet ready for you when you get out,\" she told Pat and\n hung up, smiling. Pat Mead's voice had a vitality and enjoyment which\n made shipboard talk sound like sad artificial gaiety in contrast.", "June wandered out into the hall. Pediatrics and obstetrics were her\n field; she left the cellular research to Max, and just helped him with\n laboratory routine. The strange mood followed her out into the hall,\n then abruptly lightened.", "\"Did which?\" asked June, suddenly feeling a sourceless prickle of fear.", "jokes, until presently Pat was almost surrounded by pretty faces,\n eager questions, and chiming laughs. Shelia the beautiful laughed most\n chimingly of all.", "June noticed that the female specialists were prolonging the questions\n more than they needed, clustering around the table laughing at his", "glares of sterilizing ultraviolet radiation, June remembered that and\n compared Pat Mead's treatment to theirs." ], [ "They looked into the nearby small laboratory where twelve squealing\n hamsters were protestingly submitting to a small injection each of", "mores.\" He winked wickedly. \"I may not be back for several nights.\"\n They watched through the viewplate as he took off, and then went over\n to the laboratory for a look at the hamsters.", "Hal Barton appeared quietly beside the table. \"Three of the twelve test\n hamsters have died,\" he reported, and turned to Pat. \"Your people carry", "entered the ship, but with no additional treatment. Apparently a\n hamster could fight off melting sickness easily if left alone. Three\n were still feverish and ruffled, with a low red blood count, but", "dissolve. The last hamster, which had been given the heaviest dose\n of adaptive, had apparently lost all its hair before death. It was\n hairless and pink, like a still-born baby.", "One hamster, the twelfth, was given an extra large dose of adaptive,\n so that if there were a disease, he would not fight it or the human\n cells, and thus succumb more rapidly.", "the germs of melting sickness, as you call it. The dead hamsters were\n injected with blood taken from you before you were de-infected. We", "Three were alive and healthy, munching lettuce. One was the control;\n the other two had been given shots of Pat's blood from before he", "Somewhere near them, in a series of stalls which led around and\n around like a rabbit maze, Pat was being herded from stall to stall", "\"You're just a specimen animal to me, bud!\" Max grinned at Pat Mead,\n and Pat grinned back. June saw that they were friends already, the", "Pat's blood. In most of them the injection was followed by one of\n antihistaminics and adaptives. Otherwise the hamster defense system\n would treat all non-hamster cells as enemies, even the harmless human", "June glanced at the dead animals hastily and looked away again.\n They lay twisted with a strange semi-fluid limpness, as if ready to", "\"Right!\" She turned and ran down the ramp like a small girl going to a\n fire. Max grinned at June and she grinned back. After a year and a half", "\"The plane will drop a note on your town, telling them you got\n through to us,\" Hal Barton told Pat, who was sitting up watching Max\n dexterously put the blood and spinal fluids into the right bottles\n without exposing them to air.", "The people of the ship waited while their doctors, in airtight\n spacesuits, hunted animals to test them for contagion.", "than any of them. Red-haired, hawk-faced and darkly tanned, it stood\n breathing heavily, looking at them without expression. At its side hung", "A few minutes later, standing in the stalls for spacesuit\n decontamination, being buffeted by jets of hot disinfectant, bathed in", "and never came back. The crew must have died.\" Long years of hardship\n were indicated by that statement, a colony with electric power gone\n and machinery stilled, with key technicians dead and no way to replace", "ha-ha-ing around waving a test tube. Fell down a ravine and broke his\n neck at the age of eighty.\"", "\"Lie down,\" Max told him, \"and hold still. We need two spinal fluid\n samples from the back, a body cavity one in front, and another from the\n arm.\"" ], [ "\"It is a one-way street,\" Pat warned. \"Once it is done, you won't be\n able to digest ship food. I'll get no good from this protein. I ate it\n just for the taste.\"", "They fell to, Pat beginning the first meal he had had in more than a\n day.", "\"We'll have a banquet ready for you when you get out,\" she told Pat and\n hung up, smiling. Pat Mead's voice had a vitality and enjoyment which\n made shipboard talk sound like sad artificial gaiety in contrast.", "Pat's side of the table had been loaded with the dishes from two trays,\n but it was almost clear now and the dishes were stacked neatly to one\n side. He started on three desserts, thoughtfully tasting each in turn.", "A very tall man with fiery red hair came in surrounded by an eagerly\n talking crowd of ship people. It was Pat Mead. He stood in the doorway,", "more, then glanced uneasily back to Max. He was eating and listening\n to Pat's answers and did not feel her gaze. For some reason Max looked", "Pat leaned back and smiled, sipping a glass of hydroponic burgundy.\n \"Wonderful stuff. You'll have to show us how to make it.\"", "Three were alive and healthy, munching lettuce. One was the control;\n the other two had been given shots of Pat's blood from before he", "Len Marlow, the protein tank-culture technician responsible for the\n mushroom steaks, had wormed his way into the group and asked Pat a", "Somewhere near them, in a series of stalls which led around and\n around like a rabbit maze, Pat was being herded from stall to stall", "Between bouts of questions, he ate with undiminished and glowing relish.", "Pat Mead explained patiently, \"Our ship, with the power plant and all\n the books we needed, went off into the sky to avoid the contagion,", "of smiling faces, handshakes, and introductions. Pat was asked about\n crops, about farming methods, about rainfall and floods, about farm\n animals and plant breeding, about the compatibility of imported Earth", "\"The plane will drop a note on your town, telling them you got\n through to us,\" Hal Barton told Pat, who was sitting up watching Max\n dexterously put the blood and spinal fluids into the right bottles\n without exposing them to air.", "\"Wait a minute.\" She went to a wall phone and dialed it carefully,\n using a combination from the ship's directory. \"How're you doing, Pat?\"", "\"Oh, I'm not complaining,\" Pat said negligently. He cocked his head to\n the music, and tried to locate its source.\n\n\n \"That's big of you,\" said Max with gentle irony.", "question. Now he was saying, \"I don't dig you, Pat. It sounds like\n you're putting the people into the tanks instead of the vegetables!\" He", "It was his handsomeness which made Pat such a pleasure to look upon\n and talk with, she guiltily told herself, and it was his tremendous\n vitality.... It was like meeting a movie hero in the flesh, or a hero", "Pat lay down obediently. Max knelt, and, as he spoke, expertly swabbed\n and inserted needles with the smooth speed that had made him a fine\n nerve surgeon on Earth.", "Overflowing with good-will and curiosity, people approached from all\n directions. \"Did you actually walk three hundred miles? Come, eat with\n us. Let me help choose your tray.\"" ] ]

[ "What is the narrator's main issue with marriage in general?", "What has kept him from divorcing his wife?", "What is one word to describe the narrator?", "What finally pushed the narrator into getting an Ego Prime?", "What type of Ego Prime does the narrator decide to go with?", "How does the narrator decide that the Prime is going to work perfectly in his place?", "After having multiple affairs, what does the narrator slowly begin to realize?", "What does the narrator see that makes him go crazy?", "How does the narrator finally realize that there is a real issue going on.", "What is the irony at the end of the story?" ]

[ [ "The wife never does as she is told.", "The husband is expected to do too much, while the wife is not expected to do anything other than keep the house clean.", "Wives are allowed to see other men, but husbands must remain faithful, according to the law.", "It lasts forever." ], [ "It will be too costly", "He really loves her.", "It is illegal to divorce.", "Why divorce her when he can be with other women on the side AND have someone at home to take care of him?" ], [ "Honest.", "Loyal.", "Adulterer.", "Slow." ], [ "His boss basically forced him to get one so if the boss got caught with his Ego Prime, then he would be able to turn the narrator in for his, as well.", "He was over his wife's nagging, and with an Ego Prime, he could hang with the guys and get away from her/", "He is sick of his life, and he wants to run away. The Ego Prime is the only way to do this and not draw attention to himself.", "He just had to have an affair with his new secretary." ], [ "The Super Deluxe model because he wanted to get EVERYTHING available in a Prime, and he couldn't worry about the cost.", "The deluxe model because he wanted to be able to have almost all of the bells and whistles available, but he still needed to be able to afford it.", "The base model because the price was so steep.", "He got the mid-range model. It was exactly what he needed." ], [ "Marge ignores the Prime, just like she ignores him.", "They are fighting within minutes.", "Marge loves on the Prime the same way she loves on him.", "Marge goes directly to bed without any interaction with the Prime, as she would normally do with him, as well." ], [ "The Prime is working to make Marge fall in love with him again.", "He realizes that he was a bad husband all along and that Marge was not to blame for their issues.", "He might actually have some feelings for Marge after all.", "The Prime is not doing its job at all, and Marge is on the verge of finding out. " ], [ "The Prime has been spying on him all along, and he is going to go to jail for breaking the law.", "Marge is having an affair with another man/", "Marge is becoming intimate with the Prime.", "The Prime has been sleeping with his secretary." ], [ "Marge tells him that she is in love with the Prime, and he needs to move out.", "He finds the Prime locked in the closet, and the Prime refuses to go back around Marge because she really is a beast.", "He loses his job and the Prime is the one who takes his place.", "He goes to take money out of his accounts, but they are all drained." ], [ "The narrator's need for an affair makes him lose more than just his marriage.", "The narrator says that husbands just need to be listened to and to feel important. That is also the only thing that a wife needs, as well. ", "It takes the narrator having multiple affairs to realize that Marge was all he ever needed or wanted.", "The narrator bought the prime to solve his problems, but he just caused him more." ] ]

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[ [ "Understand now—I've got nothing against marriage or any thing\n like that. Marriage is great. It's a good old red-blooded American", "So, all right, I was desperate. I'd spent eight years trying to keep\n Marge happy, which was exactly seven and a half years too long.", "Institution. Except that it's got one defect in it big enough to throw\n a cat through, especially when you happen to be married to a woman\n like Marge—", "crying, and when she wasn't crying, she was pointing out in chilling\n detail exactly where George Faircloth fell short as a model husband,\n which happened to be everywhere. Half of the time she had a \"beastly", "Maybe we just weren't meant for each other. I don't know. I used to\n envy guys like Harry Folsom at the office. His wife is no joy to live", "I suppose that every guy reaches a point once in his lifetime when he\n gets one hundred and forty per cent fed up with his wife.", "Every man who's been married eight years has a sanctuary. He builds it\n up and maintains it against assault in the very teeth of his wife's", "Harry shrugged. \"Just joking, old man, just joking. Still, it's fun to\n think about, eh? Freedom from wife. Absolutely safe and harmless. Not", "\"In fact, I thought I'd turn in early and get some sleep—\"\n\n\n \"Sleep,\" said Marge. There was no mistaking the disappointment in her\n voice. Now I knew that things were out of hand.", "That night, I could tell that Marge had been thinking something over\n during the day. She let me get the first bite of dinner halfway to my\n mouth, and then she said, \"I hear you got a new secretary today.\"", "\"Mm. I guess I've—uh—got an awful headache tonight.\" Damn that\n perfume!\n\n\n \"Oh,\" said Marge.", "George Prime was kissing my wife the way I hadn't kissed her in eight\n long years. It made my hair stand on end. And Marge wasn't exactly", "Marge was a dream to look at, with her tawny hair and her sulky eyes\n and a shape that could set your teeth chattering—but that was where\n the dream stopped.", "For the first week, I was hardly home at all. I must say I felt a\n little guilty, leaving poor old George Prime to cope with Marge all", "except maybe brains, I kept thinking about Marge all evening long, and\n wondering if things weren't getting just a little out of hand.\nThe next evening I almost tripped over George Prime coming out of a", "\"She's a perfectly good secretary,\" I blurted, and kicked myself\n mentally. I should have known Marge's traps by then.", "Just then, Jeree walked past us and flashed me a big smile. I gripped\n my cup for dear life and still spilled coffee on my tie.\n\n\n As I said, a guy gets fed up.", "\"Marge asked me to come. I couldn't tell her I was sorry, but her\n husband wouldn't let me, could I?\"\n\n\n \"Well, certainly not—\"", "I knew better than to try. Marge was already so jealous that I couldn't\n even smile at the company receptionist without a twinge of guilt. Give", "We sat over coffee and cigarettes, and it seemed almost like old\n times.\nVery\nold times, in fact I even caught myself looking at Marge" ], [ "So, all right, I was desperate. I'd spent eight years trying to keep\n Marge happy, which was exactly seven and a half years too long.", "Every man who's been married eight years has a sanctuary. He builds it\n up and maintains it against assault in the very teeth of his wife's", "Harry shrugged. \"Just joking, old man, just joking. Still, it's fun to\n think about, eh? Freedom from wife. Absolutely safe and harmless. Not", "\"You want me to keep her happy, don't you? You don't want her to get\n suspicious.\"\n\n\n \"No, but suppose somebody saw us together! If she ever got a hint—\"", "Maybe we just weren't meant for each other. I don't know. I used to\n envy guys like Harry Folsom at the office. His wife is no joy to live", "And if I told him that my wife Marge was really a sweet, good-hearted\n girl and that he was to stay home and keep her quiet and happy any time\n I chose, he'd do that, too.", "I suppose that every guy reaches a point once in his lifetime when he\n gets one hundred and forty per cent fed up with his wife.", "crying, and when she wasn't crying, she was pointing out in chilling\n detail exactly where George Faircloth fell short as a model husband,\n which happened to be everywhere. Half of the time she had a \"beastly", "Institution. Except that it's got one defect in it big enough to throw\n a cat through, especially when you happen to be married to a woman\n like Marge—", "\"Georgie?\" she said.\n\n\n \"Uh?\"\n\n\n \"Do you still love me?\"", "For the first week, I was hardly home at all. I must say I felt a\n little guilty, leaving poor old George Prime to cope with Marge all", "Oh, I'd have divorced Marge in a minute if we'd been living in the", "their teeth into politics, to say nothing of the Aggrieved Spouse\n Compensation Act, I'd have been a pauper for the rest of my life if", "I knew better than to try. Marge was already so jealous that I couldn't\n even smile at the company receptionist without a twinge of guilt. Give", "his own and all that. And next thing I knew, he was trying to get me to\n run off with him to Hawaii or someplace.\"", "\"Marge asked me to come. I couldn't tell her I was sorry, but her\n husband wouldn't let me, could I?\"\n\n\n \"Well, certainly not—\"", "George Prime was kissing my wife the way I hadn't kissed her in eight\n long years. It made my hair stand on end. And Marge wasn't exactly", "Worse yet, I could get twenty years for having an illegal Prime\n wandering around.\n\n\n I sat down and poured myself a stiff drink.\n\n\n My own wife deserting me for a pile of bearings.", "\"Even though he looked like you, I knew he couldn't be,\" she said. \"He\n was like you, but he wasn't\nyou\n, darling. And all I ever want is you.\n I just never appreciated you before....\"", "and sticks with it long enough, and is fierce enough and persistent\n enough and crafty enough, he'll probably win in the end. The girls hate\n him for it, but he'll win." ], [ "crying, and when she wasn't crying, she was pointing out in chilling\n detail exactly where George Faircloth fell short as a model husband,\n which happened to be everywhere. Half of the time she had a \"beastly", "mannerisms and used the same figures of speech. The only physical\n difference apparent even to an expert was the tiny finger-depression\n buried in the hair above his ear. A little pressure there would stop", "despite all appearances, was in reality a jabbering idiot. After\n dinner, I suggested a movie, but Marge gave me an odd sort of look and", "a remarkable effect on her. I didn't notice anything at first—I was\n hardly ever home. But one night I found my pipe and slippers laid out", "Just then, Jeree walked past us and flashed me a big smile. I gripped\n my cup for dear life and still spilled coffee on my tie.\n\n\n As I said, a guy gets fed up.", "\"Even though he looked like you, I knew he couldn't be,\" she said. \"He\n was like you, but he wasn't\nyou\n, darling. And all I ever want is you.\n I just never appreciated you before....\"", "The blanks weren't very impressive—clay and putty and steel, faceless,\n brainless. He went over me like a tailor, checking measurements of all", "again—really\nlooking\nat her, watching the light catch in her hair,\n almost admiring the sparkle in her brown eyes. Sparkle, I said, not", "\"Why, nothing,\" said George Prime, looking innocent. He couldn't fool\n me with his look, though, because it was exactly the look I use when\n I'm guilty and pretending to be innocent.", "his own and all that. And next thing I knew, he was trying to get me to\n run off with him to Hawaii or someplace.\"", "Harry shrugged. \"Just joking, old man, just joking. Still, it's fun to\n think about, eh? Freedom from wife. Absolutely safe and harmless. Not", "and sticks with it long enough, and is fierce enough and persistent\n enough and crafty enough, he'll probably win in the end. The girls hate\n him for it, but he'll win.", "So, all right, I was desperate. I'd spent eight years trying to keep\n Marge happy, which was exactly seven and a half years too long.", "sorts. He was thorough—embarrassingly thorough, in fact—but finally\n he was finished. I went on to the laboratory.", "I shook hands with myself. Good firm handshake, I thought admiringly.\n Nothing flabby about it.", "the time—he looked and acted so human, it was easy to forget that\n he literally couldn't care less. But I felt apologetic all the same\n whenever I took him out of his closet.", "That night, I could tell that Marge had been thinking something over\n during the day. She let me get the first bite of dinner halfway to my\n mouth, and then she said, \"I hear you got a new secretary today.\"", "\"She's a perfectly good secretary,\" I blurted, and kicked myself\n mentally. I should have known Marge's traps by then.", "He grinned and winked. \"Ah, indeed! You want perfect duplication.\n Yes, indeed. Domestic situations can be—awkward, shall we say. Very\n awkward—\"", "Marge was a dream to look at, with her tawny hair and her sulky eyes\n and a shape that could set your teeth chattering—but that was where\n the dream stopped." ], [ "You can't really blame me for looking for another way out. But a man\n has to be desperate to try to buy himself an Ego Prime.", "And an Ego Prime would solve all my problems, as Harry had told me.\nIt was completely illegal, of course. The wonder was that Ego Prime,", "Harry Folsom administered the\ncoup de grace\nat coffee next morning.\n \"What you need is an Ego Prime,\" he said with a grin. \"Solve all your\n problems. I hear they work like a charm.\"", "After supper, I went out to the workshop—to get the pipe I'd left\n there, I said. I pushed George Prime's button, winked at him and\n switched on the free-behavior circuits.", "him body and soul, sub-contracted the problems of anatomy, design,\n artistry, audio and visio circuitry, and so forth, and ended up with\n the modern Ego Primes we have today.", "I pushed the recall and George Prime got out of the car and walked into\n the workshop. He stepped into his cradle in the closet. I turned him\n off and then drove away in the car.", "\"I'm sorry,\" George Prime said contritely. \"It seemed the right thing\n to do.\nYou\nwould have done it. At least that's what my judgment\n center maintained. We had quite an argument.\"", "George Prime didn't come out.\n\n\n It was plenty cold out in the workshop that night and I didn't sleep\n a wink. About dawn, out came George Prime, looking like a man with a\n four-day hangover.", "I was furious all the way to work. I'd take care of this nonsense, all\n right. I'd have George Prime rewired from top to bottom as soon as the\n laboratory could take him.", "Worse yet, I could get twenty years for having an illegal Prime\n wandering around.\n\n\n I sat down and poured myself a stiff drink.\n\n\n My own wife deserting me for a pile of bearings.", "what I thought about the same things I did in the same way I did. The\n only difference was that what I told George Prime to do, George Prime\n did.", "We had quite a night, Jeree and I. I got home just about time to start\n for work, and sure enough, there was George Prime starting my car,\n business suit on, briefcase under his arm.", "But everybody knew that if you\nreally\nwanted a personal Prime with\n all his circuits open and no questions asked, you could get one. Black\n market prices were steep and you ran your own risk, but it could be\n done.", "George Prime was a Super Deluxe model, all right.\nI dashed into the workshop and punched the recall button as hard as I", "George Prime had remote controls, as well as a completely recorded\n neurological analogue of his boss, who was me. George Prime thought", "Then it struck me. Poor Marge? Poor sucker George! No Prime in his\n right circuits would behave this way without some human guidance and", "George Prime looked pained. \"Really, old man! I'm a Super Deluxe model,\n remember? I don't have fourteen activated Hunyadi tubes up in this", "Now all my effort paid off. I got Marge out of the house for an hour\n or two that day and had George Prime delivered and stored in the big", "\"Perfectly,\" said George Prime. \"When you buzz the recall, I wait for\n the first logical opportunity I can find to come out to the workshop,\n and you take over.\"", "\"Go to it, Brother,\" I said.\n\n\n George Prime put my pipe in his mouth, lit it and walked back into the\n house.\n\n\n Five minutes later, I heard them fighting." ], [ "And an Ego Prime would solve all my problems, as Harry had told me.\nIt was completely illegal, of course. The wonder was that Ego Prime,", "Harry Folsom administered the\ncoup de grace\nat coffee next morning.\n \"What you need is an Ego Prime,\" he said with a grin. \"Solve all your\n problems. I hear they work like a charm.\"", "You can't really blame me for looking for another way out. But a man\n has to be desperate to try to buy himself an Ego Prime.", "him body and soul, sub-contracted the problems of anatomy, design,\n artistry, audio and visio circuitry, and so forth, and ended up with\n the modern Ego Primes we have today.", "\"I'm sorry,\" George Prime said contritely. \"It seemed the right thing\n to do.\nYou\nwould have done it. At least that's what my judgment\n center maintained. We had quite an argument.\"", "I pushed the recall and George Prime got out of the car and walked into\n the workshop. He stepped into his cradle in the closet. I turned him\n off and then drove away in the car.", "After supper, I went out to the workshop—to get the pipe I'd left\n there, I said. I pushed George Prime's button, winked at him and\n switched on the free-behavior circuits.", "George Prime was a Super Deluxe model, all right.\nI dashed into the workshop and punched the recall button as hard as I", "George Prime didn't come out.\n\n\n It was plenty cold out in the workshop that night and I didn't sleep\n a wink. About dawn, out came George Prime, looking like a man with a\n four-day hangover.", "\"Perfectly,\" said George Prime. \"When you buzz the recall, I wait for\n the first logical opportunity I can find to come out to the workshop,\n and you take over.\"", "what I thought about the same things I did in the same way I did. The\n only difference was that what I told George Prime to do, George Prime\n did.", "George Prime had remote controls, as well as a completely recorded\n neurological analogue of his boss, who was me. George Prime thought", "We had quite a night, Jeree and I. I got home just about time to start\n for work, and sure enough, there was George Prime starting my car,\n business suit on, briefcase under his arm.", "\"Why, nothing,\" said George Prime, looking innocent. He couldn't fool\n me with his look, though, because it was exactly the look I use when\n I'm guilty and pretending to be innocent.", "Bless his metallic soul, he'd even kissed Marge good-by for me!\nNeedless to say, the affairs of George Faircloth took on a new sparkle\n with George Prime on hand to cover the home front.", "George Prime looked pained. \"Really, old man! I'm a Super Deluxe model,\n remember? I don't have fourteen activated Hunyadi tubes up in this", "George Prime was a duplicate of me right down to the sandy hairs on\n the back of my hands. Our fingerprints were the same. We had the same", "\"Go to it, Brother,\" I said.\n\n\n George Prime put my pipe in his mouth, lit it and walked back into the\n house.\n\n\n Five minutes later, I heard them fighting.", "Our conversation got down to fundamentals. George Prime kept insisting\n blandly that, according to my own directions, he was to pick the first\n logical opportunity to come out when I buzzed, and that was exactly\n what he'd done.", "\"Of course I like her,\" George Prime said. \"You told me to, didn't you?\n Stop worrying. She's really a sweet girl underneath it all.\"" ], [ "\"Perfectly,\" said George Prime. \"When you buzz the recall, I wait for\n the first logical opportunity I can find to come out to the workshop,\n and you take over.\"", "Our conversation got down to fundamentals. George Prime kept insisting\n blandly that, according to my own directions, he was to pick the first\n logical opportunity to come out when I buzzed, and that was exactly\n what he'd done.", "After supper, I went out to the workshop—to get the pipe I'd left\n there, I said. I pushed George Prime's button, winked at him and\n switched on the free-behavior circuits.", "\"Meet George Faircloth Prime,\" the technician said, grinning at me like\n a nursing mother.", "\"Oh, I'm not complaining,\" I hastened to add, forgetting that a Prime's\n feelings can't be hurt and that he was only acting like me because it\n was in character. \"I was just curious.\"", "George Prime didn't come out.\n\n\n It was plenty cold out in the workshop that night and I didn't sleep\n a wink. About dawn, out came George Prime, looking like a man with a\n four-day hangover.", "\"I'm sorry,\" George Prime said contritely. \"It seemed the right thing\n to do.\nYou\nwould have done it. At least that's what my judgment\n center maintained. We had quite an argument.\"", "Bless his metallic soul, he'd even kissed Marge good-by for me!\nNeedless to say, the affairs of George Faircloth took on a new sparkle\n with George Prime on hand to cover the home front.", "could snap George Prime off any time I wanted, or even take him in for\n a complete recircuiting—but it seemed a pity. He was doing such a nice\n job.", "what I thought about the same things I did in the same way I did. The\n only difference was that what I told George Prime to do, George Prime\n did.", "\"Why, nothing,\" said George Prime, looking innocent. He couldn't fool\n me with his look, though, because it was exactly the look I use when\n I'm guilty and pretending to be innocent.", "George Prime had remote controls, as well as a completely recorded\n neurological analogue of his boss, who was me. George Prime thought", "We had quite a night, Jeree and I. I got home just about time to start\n for work, and sure enough, there was George Prime starting my car,\n business suit on, briefcase under his arm.", "I was furious all the way to work. I'd take care of this nonsense, all\n right. I'd have George Prime rewired from top to bottom as soon as the\n laboratory could take him.", "I pushed the recall and George Prime got out of the car and walked into\n the workshop. He stepped into his cradle in the closet. I turned him\n off and then drove away in the car.", "around the house over the weekend. The rest of the time, George Prime\n cooled his heels in his closet. Locked up, of course. Can't completely", "Now all my effort paid off. I got Marge out of the house for an hour\n or two that day and had George Prime delivered and stored in the big", "\"Go to it, Brother,\" I said.\n\n\n George Prime put my pipe in his mouth, lit it and walked back into the\n house.\n\n\n Five minutes later, I heard them fighting.", "George Prime was a duplicate of me right down to the sandy hairs on\n the back of my hands. Our fingerprints were the same. We had the same", "And an Ego Prime would solve all my problems, as Harry had told me.\nIt was completely illegal, of course. The wonder was that Ego Prime," ], [ "So, all right, I was desperate. I'd spent eight years trying to keep\n Marge happy, which was exactly seven and a half years too long.", "George Prime was kissing my wife the way I hadn't kissed her in eight\n long years. It made my hair stand on end. And Marge wasn't exactly", "Harry shrugged. \"Just joking, old man, just joking. Still, it's fun to\n think about, eh? Freedom from wife. Absolutely safe and harmless. Not", "\"Even though he looked like you, I knew he couldn't be,\" she said. \"He\n was like you, but he wasn't\nyou\n, darling. And all I ever want is you.\n I just never appreciated you before....\"", "That night, I could tell that Marge had been thinking something over\n during the day. She let me get the first bite of dinner halfway to my\n mouth, and then she said, \"I hear you got a new secretary today.\"", "a remarkable effect on her. I didn't notice anything at first—I was\n hardly ever home. But one night I found my pipe and slippers laid out", "For the first week, I was hardly home at all. I must say I felt a\n little guilty, leaving poor old George Prime to cope with Marge all", "I kissed her tenderly and ran my hands through her hair, and felt\n the depression with my fore-finger, and then I knew what had really\n happened.\n\n\n That Marge always had been a sly one.", "crying, and when she wasn't crying, she was pointing out in chilling\n detail exactly where George Faircloth fell short as a model husband,\n which happened to be everywhere. Half of the time she had a \"beastly", "I suppose that every guy reaches a point once in his lifetime when he\n gets one hundred and forty per cent fed up with his wife.", "I thought it over and shrugged. Old age, I figured. She was bound to\n mellow sometime.\n\n\n But pretty soon I began to wonder if she wasn't mellowing a little too\n much.", "I knew better than to try. Marge was already so jealous that I couldn't\n even smile at the company receptionist without a twinge of guilt. Give", "We had quite a night, Jeree and I. I got home just about time to start\n for work, and sure enough, there was George Prime starting my car,\n business suit on, briefcase under his arm.", "And then, when Jeree got a little boring, there was Sybil in the\n accounting department. Or Dorothy in promotion. Or Jane. Or Ingrid.", "his own and all that. And next thing I knew, he was trying to get me to\n run off with him to Hawaii or someplace.\"", "She never found out how I knew, and after seven years or so, it wore\n her down. She didn't go into the workshop any more.\n\n\n As I said, you've got to be persistent, but you'll win.", "We sat over coffee and cigarettes, and it seemed almost like old\n times.\nVery\nold times, in fact I even caught myself looking at Marge", "Every man who's been married eight years has a sanctuary. He builds it\n up and maintains it against assault in the very teeth of his wife's", "Maybe we just weren't meant for each other. I don't know. I used to\n envy guys like Harry Folsom at the office. His wife is no joy to live", "It was indecent.\n\n\n Then I heard the front door open and there was Marge, her arms full of\n grocery bundles. \"Why, darling! You're home early!\"" ], [ "crying, and when she wasn't crying, she was pointing out in chilling\n detail exactly where George Faircloth fell short as a model husband,\n which happened to be everywhere. Half of the time she had a \"beastly", "\"When?\" I choked out.\n\n\n \"Why, today, as a matter of fact. It leaves Idlewild at eleven\n o'clock—\"", "The blanks weren't very impressive—clay and putty and steel, faceless,\n brainless. He went over me like a tailor, checking measurements of all", "We had quite a night, Jeree and I. I got home just about time to start\n for work, and sure enough, there was George Prime starting my car,\n business suit on, briefcase under his arm.", "when I got him. Finally the door opened and the head technician walked\n in, followed by a tall, sandy-haired man with worried blue eyes and a\n tired look on his face.", "Just then, Jeree walked past us and flashed me a big smile. I gripped\n my cup for dear life and still spilled coffee on my tie.\n\n\n As I said, a guy gets fed up.", "despite all appearances, was in reality a jabbering idiot. After\n dinner, I suggested a movie, but Marge gave me an odd sort of look and", "sorts. He was thorough—embarrassingly thorough, in fact—but finally\n he was finished. I went on to the laboratory.", "now that he was out of control—\nway\nout of control. And poor Marge,\n all worked up for a second honeymoon—", "George Prime didn't come out.\n\n\n It was plenty cold out in the workshop that night and I didn't sleep\n a wink. About dawn, out came George Prime, looking like a man with a\n four-day hangover.", "except maybe brains, I kept thinking about Marge all evening long, and\n wondering if things weren't getting just a little out of hand.\nThe next evening I almost tripped over George Prime coming out of a", "Harry shrugged. \"Just joking, old man, just joking. Still, it's fun to\n think about, eh? Freedom from wife. Absolutely safe and harmless. Not", "\"I sent him back to the factory, naturally. They said they could blot\n him out and use him over again. But let's not talk about that any more.\n We've got more interesting things to discuss.\"", "I was furious all the way to work. I'd take care of this nonsense, all\n right. I'd have George Prime rewired from top to bottom as soon as the\n laboratory could take him.", "I gave him a cold stare. I couldn't see where my domestic problems were\n any affairs of his. He got the idea and hurried me back to a storeroom.", "As I mentioned before, Marge was always easy to look at. That night,\n she was practically ravishing.\n\n\n \"What are you doing to her?\" I asked George Prime later, out in the\n workshop.", "his own and all that. And next thing I knew, he was trying to get me to\n run off with him to Hawaii or someplace.\"", "The next night, I stayed home, even though it was Tuesday night. I was\n beginning to get worried. Of course, I did have complete control—I", "It sounded so familiar that I laughed out loud. Then I caught a cab on\n the corner and headed uptown.", "He gave me my martyred look. \"Just buying some bourbon. You were out.\"\n\n\n \"But you're not supposed to be off the premises—\"" ], [ "\"In fact, I thought I'd turn in early and get some sleep—\"\n\n\n \"Sleep,\" said Marge. There was no mistaking the disappointment in her\n voice. Now I knew that things were out of hand.", "That night, I could tell that Marge had been thinking something over\n during the day. She let me get the first bite of dinner halfway to my\n mouth, and then she said, \"I hear you got a new secretary today.\"", "The next night, I stayed home, even though it was Tuesday night. I was\n beginning to get worried. Of course, I did have complete control—I", "\"Even though he looked like you, I knew he couldn't be,\" she said. \"He\n was like you, but he wasn't\nyou\n, darling. And all I ever want is you.\n I just never appreciated you before....\"", "sorts. He was thorough—embarrassingly thorough, in fact—but finally\n he was finished. I went on to the laboratory.", "We had quite a night, Jeree and I. I got home just about time to start\n for work, and sure enough, there was George Prime starting my car,\n business suit on, briefcase under his arm.", "So, all right, I was desperate. I'd spent eight years trying to keep\n Marge happy, which was exactly seven and a half years too long.", "crying, and when she wasn't crying, she was pointing out in chilling\n detail exactly where George Faircloth fell short as a model husband,\n which happened to be everywhere. Half of the time she had a \"beastly", "I thought it over and shrugged. Old age, I figured. She was bound to\n mellow sometime.\n\n\n But pretty soon I began to wonder if she wasn't mellowing a little too\n much.", "Harry shrugged. \"Just joking, old man, just joking. Still, it's fun to\n think about, eh? Freedom from wife. Absolutely safe and harmless. Not", "a remarkable effect on her. I didn't notice anything at first—I was\n hardly ever home. But one night I found my pipe and slippers laid out", "despite all appearances, was in reality a jabbering idiot. After\n dinner, I suggested a movie, but Marge gave me an odd sort of look and", "Just then, Jeree walked past us and flashed me a big smile. I gripped\n my cup for dear life and still spilled coffee on my tie.\n\n\n As I said, a guy gets fed up.", "For the first week, I was hardly home at all. I must say I felt a\n little guilty, leaving poor old George Prime to cope with Marge all", "I just blinked for a moment. Then I said, \"You're still here!\"\n\n\n \"Of course. Where did you think I'd be?\"\n\n\n \"But I thought—I mean the ticket office—\"", "\"Go to it, Brother,\" I said.\n\n\n George Prime put my pipe in his mouth, lit it and walked back into the\n house.\n\n\n Five minutes later, I heard them fighting.", "except maybe brains, I kept thinking about Marge all evening long, and\n wondering if things weren't getting just a little out of hand.\nThe next evening I almost tripped over George Prime coming out of a", "\"Mm. I guess I've—uh—got an awful headache tonight.\" Damn that\n perfume!\n\n\n \"Oh,\" said Marge.", "George Prime didn't come out.\n\n\n It was plenty cold out in the workshop that night and I didn't sleep\n a wink. About dawn, out came George Prime, looking like a man with a\n four-day hangover.", "fighting him off, either. She was coming back for more. After a little,\n the lights went off." ], [ "\"Go to it, Brother,\" I said.\n\n\n George Prime put my pipe in his mouth, lit it and walked back into the\n house.\n\n\n Five minutes later, I heard them fighting.", "I kissed her tenderly and ran my hands through her hair, and felt\n the depression with my fore-finger, and then I knew what had really\n happened.\n\n\n That Marge always had been a sly one.", "and sticks with it long enough, and is fierce enough and persistent\n enough and crafty enough, he'll probably win in the end. The girls hate\n him for it, but he'll win.", "\"In fact, I thought I'd turn in early and get some sleep—\"\n\n\n \"Sleep,\" said Marge. There was no mistaking the disappointment in her\n voice. Now I knew that things were out of hand.", "crying, and when she wasn't crying, she was pointing out in chilling\n detail exactly where George Faircloth fell short as a model husband,\n which happened to be everywhere. Half of the time she had a \"beastly", "\"Why, nothing,\" said George Prime, looking innocent. He couldn't fool\n me with his look, though, because it was exactly the look I use when\n I'm guilty and pretending to be innocent.", "Harry shrugged. \"Just joking, old man, just joking. Still, it's fun to\n think about, eh? Freedom from wife. Absolutely safe and harmless. Not", "George Prime was kissing my wife the way I hadn't kissed her in eight\n long years. It made my hair stand on end. And Marge wasn't exactly", "\"Even though he looked like you, I knew he couldn't be,\" she said. \"He\n was like you, but he wasn't\nyou\n, darling. And all I ever want is you.\n I just never appreciated you before....\"", "We had quite a night, Jeree and I. I got home just about time to start\n for work, and sure enough, there was George Prime starting my car,\n business suit on, briefcase under his arm.", "Bless his metallic soul, he'd even kissed Marge good-by for me!\nNeedless to say, the affairs of George Faircloth took on a new sparkle\n with George Prime on hand to cover the home front.", "despite all appearances, was in reality a jabbering idiot. After\n dinner, I suggested a movie, but Marge gave me an odd sort of look and", "It was indecent.\n\n\n Then I heard the front door open and there was Marge, her arms full of\n grocery bundles. \"Why, darling! You're home early!\"", "Harry Folsom administered the\ncoup de grace\nat coffee next morning.\n \"What you need is an Ego Prime,\" he said with a grin. \"Solve all your\n problems. I hear they work like a charm.\"", "He grinned and winked. \"Ah, indeed! You want perfect duplication.\n Yes, indeed. Domestic situations can be—awkward, shall we say. Very\n awkward—\"", "a remarkable effect on her. I didn't notice anything at first—I was\n hardly ever home. But one night I found my pipe and slippers laid out", "Now all my effort paid off. I got Marge out of the house for an hour\n or two that day and had George Prime delivered and stored in the big", "She never found out how I knew, and after seven years or so, it wore\n her down. She didn't go into the workshop any more.\n\n\n As I said, you've got to be persistent, but you'll win.", "That night, I could tell that Marge had been thinking something over\n during the day. She let me get the first bite of dinner halfway to my\n mouth, and then she said, \"I hear you got a new secretary today.\"", "\"Oh, no, sir. That is, you\ndid\nuntil last week. But all these checks\n you've been cashing have emptied the account.\"" ] ]

[ "The narrator was hoping for the stand-off to last a bit longer out of selfishness. How does he support his reasoning?", "How is McLaren treated by the police officials who take him in?", "Why do the officials believe that the escapees will not be hard to locate?", "Even though the narrator misses the standoff, what does he have an opportunity to attend?", "What is the conclusion he draws about all of the members of the ROT?", "What is the irony about Richard Keys?", "Why does the narrator call the meeting \"funny-nutty?\"", "What does Warnke believe that the narrator will think of the plans they have in order to get Texas back where she belongs?", "What is the narrator afraid will happen if Keyes does, in fact, make it out of hiding?" ]

[ [ "He missed witnessing all of the other worthwhile government standoffs, he simply did not want to miss this little piece of history.", "He has missed the majority of historical occurrences because they happened before he was born.", "if the standoff is still occurring when he gets there, then he might get some much-needed time away from home, depending on how long the standoff lasts.", "If the standoff is occurring when he gets there, he will have something to bolster his career," ], [ "They treat him poorly, and they make fun of his ideals.", "He was treated like some sort of folk hero, and he was treated very well.", "They beat him within an inch of his life \"on accident,\" but it was really because he put all of their lives in danger.", "They simply did their jobs. no more, no less." ], [ "The two who escaped cannot stay away from the spotlight that long, even if it means that they will go to prison.", "The two men were inexperienced survivalists, so they did not stand much of a chance.", "The two who escaped cannot stay away from their families for too long, so they will be headed home sooner rather than later.", "The law officials were planning to go in after them, and they are very familiar with the terrain." ], [ "He has a chance to go to a rally hosted by the ROT.", "He can go visit the ROT members in jail.", "the court proceedings for the ROT members.", "He has the chance to go to an interview with all those involved." ], [ "They are all friendly people who are very knowledgeable about why they believe Texas should still be declared a republic.", "They are a sad group of individuals who make an even more sad faction.", "They don't really have the convictions that they claim to have. They are just attention seakers.", "They are all crazy as they can be;" ], [ "He is fighting for the ROT and he's not even from Texas.", "He is too young to be caught up in all of this craziness, but his father has pulled him into the lifestyle. He has no say over his life.", "He is the most dangerous one of the bunch, and he is not even arrested.", "He is taking the fall for others, and he really didn't do enough to get into trouble." ], [ "It's funny to see grown men cry over being so impassioned on a topic that will amount to absolutely nothing.", "The guy who speaks about getting arrested for carrying weapons yet takes no responsibility for his actions is the craziest, funniest thing the narrator has ever heard in his entire life.", "The people tell jokes in between speakers. The speakers are nutty, and the jokes are funny.", "They are all a bunch of nuts, and you cannot take a thing they say seriously." ], [ "He believes the narrator will not take it seriously until he sees the plan in action.", "He believes that the narrator won't take any stock in it one way or the other, so it doesn't really matter.", "He believes the narrator will see it as an actor of terrorism.", "He believes that the narrator will believe that the plan is dangerous and will report them for the plot." ], [ "Keyes will try to do his best to put an end to the ROT once and for all.", "If he makes it out, he will come out pissed and ready to take revenge.", "He is the most dangerous of all of the people involved, so he does not want to really even think of the devastation that could be caused.", "Keyes will not make it out alive, as the authorities will make sure of it." ] ]

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[ [ "This sounds crass, but I can't deny it: I desperately wanted the standoff at the Republic of Texas trailer-trash compound to last longer than it did--for selfish reasons.", "and I just hope his nuttiness stays \"funny,\" but I", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying.", "longer, mind you. Just a few hours. Just long enough", "Was it worth it? \n\n No, but what else could I do--go see the Carlsbad Caverns? I buckled up and hit the road.", "demands to be taken seriously. He started the violence; he", "\"Hey!\" said my contact. \"Guess you heard. It's over.\" \n\n \"What? No! McLaren was talking so tough.\" \n\n \"Well, he came out.\"", "and plenty of ammo, but he said they were merely", "about what was going on,\" he said. \"On a personal", "itself was miles and miles away. Whatever was happening, we", "And with such overwhelming odds, why would he do that?", "to blast away and die. They better hope something gets", "I have to wonder. When we met he extended a", "Things looked \"hot\" when I left--from inside his \"embassy,\"", "Even at 75 miles per hour, I could count on", "witness this time. I would find out at last if", "him later: Why was he there? \"I was curious about", "and that lawmen were closing in. I arrived about 2", "After Jim left, two Archie-faction ROT men scurried over and nervously assured me that Jim was a kook. Great. Why didn't I feel reassured? \n\n The Joke Stops Here", "see. The militia would \"stand down.\" Even the trailer compound--which" ], [ "The lawmen treated him like the head of a brave", "\"Hey!\" said my contact. \"Guess you heard. It's over.\" \n\n \"What? No! McLaren was talking so tough.\" \n\n \"Well, he came out.\"", "groaned, he described the final hours. McLaren had swallowed the", "about McLaren--\"The man is a genius; he has a", "and that lawmen were closing in. I arrived about 2", "2 p.m. and roosted for a while by the police", "police detective there who tracks the far right. He'd heard", "ROT leader Richard McLaren was busily faxing out apocalyptic", "find out more about him, I called a county police", "slipped away--but that was no problem. A drawling official said", "Keyes is the 21-year-old McLaren follower who actually carried", "trade\" for the Branch McLarian remnant. I liked Jim, and", "demands to be taken seriously. He started the violence; he", "After Jim left, two Archie-faction ROT men scurried over and nervously assured me that Jim was a kook. Great. Why didn't I feel reassured? \n\n The Joke Stops Here", "Clifford Beare, who had recently retired from the Jeff Davis", "Then again, I heard similar effusions from a high official--Jim", "about what was going on,\" he said. \"On a personal", "of one of the two vehicles detained by authorities in", "radio and mulling over my options. Texas lawmen were boasting,", "\"Well, I guess, but you could hide. There's a lot of caves and stuff.\" \n\n Did he think these guys would get caught?" ], [ "\"Well, I guess, but you could hide. There's a lot of caves and stuff.\" \n\n Did he think these guys would get caught?", "was half right. About that time one fugitive, believed to", "slipped away--but that was no problem. A drawling official said", "and that lawmen were closing in. I arrived about 2", "country, so they would be easy pickings. For my part,", "have got away, and Tuesday, the authorities scaled back the", "And, being Texans, they have enough guns and ammo to", "said these fugitives were not experienced in the back country,", "\"Hey!\" said my contact. \"Guess you heard. It's over.\" \n\n \"What? No! McLaren was talking so tough.\" \n\n \"Well, he came out.\"", "A gap-toothed old woman yelped that the federal government is \"getting boxcars prepared with some kind of leg irons in 'em to fasten you into place to ship you to concentration camps.\"", "was one tiny glitch--two ROT activists had somehow slipped", "After Jim left, two Archie-faction ROT men scurried over and nervously assured me that Jim was a kook. Great. Why didn't I feel reassured? \n\n The Joke Stops Here", "\"I think they will,\" he said. \"Yes I do.\"", "2 p.m. and roosted for a while by the police", "The lawmen treated him like the head of a brave", "Then again, I heard similar effusions from a high official--Jim", "of course. Yes, he and four ROT colleagues were traveling", "terrain and wild animals finishing him off. \"He can ...", "Clifford Beare, who had recently retired from the Jeff Davis", "see. The militia would \"stand down.\" Even the trailer compound--which" ], [ "This sounds crass, but I can't deny it: I desperately wanted the standoff at the Republic of Texas trailer-trash compound to last longer than it did--for selfish reasons.", "about what was going on,\" he said. \"On a personal", "see. The militia would \"stand down.\" Even the trailer compound--which", "and that lawmen were closing in. I arrived about 2", "itself was miles and miles away. Whatever was happening, we", "\"Hey!\" said my contact. \"Guess you heard. It's over.\" \n\n \"What? No! McLaren was talking so tough.\" \n\n \"Well, he came out.\"", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying.", "however, one notable event left: Sunday, members of the other", "enough for me to get there . Having missed all the", "Things looked \"hot\" when I left--from inside his \"embassy,\"", "Was it worth it? \n\n No, but what else could I do--go see the Carlsbad Caverns? I buckled up and hit the road.", "Clifford Beare, who had recently retired from the Jeff Davis", "Texas. He didn't show up, but some of his", "and plenty of ammo, but he said they were merely", "witness this time. I would find out at last if", "After Jim left, two Archie-faction ROT men scurried over and nervously assured me that Jim was a kook. Great. Why didn't I feel reassured? \n\n The Joke Stops Here", "3. After landing in El Paso, I called a militia", "slipped away--but that was no problem. A drawling official said", "in a gun battle. The other, Keyes, appears to have", "gets him, because if he does stagger out of those" ], [ "ROT members publicly disavow violence, but the possibility always lurks.", "ROT members are nuts like the Lilliputians in Gulliver's", "After Jim left, two Archie-faction ROT men scurried over and nervously assured me that Jim was a kook. Great. Why didn't I feel reassured? \n\n The Joke Stops Here", "of course. Yes, he and four ROT colleagues were traveling", "ROT leader Richard McLaren was busily faxing out apocalyptic", "was one tiny glitch--two ROT activists had somehow slipped", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying.", "\"I can tell you that the militias have but one", "\"Hey!\" said my contact. \"Guess you heard. It's over.\" \n\n \"What? No! McLaren was talking so tough.\" \n\n \"Well, he came out.\"", "My Countries, Right or Wrong \n\n The trip was worth it, at least in terms of understanding what motivates Republic of Texas believers. What motivates them is: They're nuts. All of them.", "Clifford Beare, who had recently retired from the Jeff Davis", "demands to be taken seriously. He started the violence; he", "not know how close some came,\" he said eerily. \"I", "see. The militia would \"stand down.\" Even the trailer compound--which", "and that lawmen were closing in. I arrived about 2", "all these people, Keyes is the only survivor who demands", "rumored on the Net, where one rabid militia man wrote:", "was half right. About that time one fugitive, believed to", "gets him, because if he does stagger out of those", "about what was going on,\" he said. \"On a personal" ], [ "can never tell, but Richard Keyes III is a good", "Keyes is the 21-year-old McLaren follower who actually carried", "in a gun battle. The other, Keyes, appears to have", "all these people, Keyes is the only survivor who demands", "\"Hey!\" said my contact. \"Guess you heard. It's over.\" \n\n \"What? No! McLaren was talking so tough.\" \n\n \"Well, he came out.\"", "ROT leader Richard McLaren was busily faxing out apocalyptic", "gets him, because if he does stagger out of those", "After Jim left, two Archie-faction ROT men scurried over and nervously assured me that Jim was a kook. Great. Why didn't I feel reassured? \n\n The Joke Stops Here", "W-A-R-M-K-E. Hot lock, warm key.\" We talked about", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying.", "context. Keyes filed papers earlier this year demanding that Kansas", "Clifford Beare, who had recently retired from the Jeff Davis", "Things looked \"hot\" when I left--from inside his \"embassy,\"", "and Load, prepare to Rock and Roll.\") It sounds silly", "demands to be taken seriously. He started the violence; he", "about what was going on,\" he said. \"On a personal", "Warmke, a wiry, sun-burnished old guy in a mustard-colored", "Then again, I heard similar effusions from a high official--Jim", "perhaps quoting the old woman is a cheap shot. Then", "not know how close some came,\" he said eerily. \"I" ], [ "the meeting, it was simply funny-nutty, but it became all", "and I just hope his nuttiness stays \"funny,\" but I", "the question: At what point does nutty end and scary", "heard of him only once, in a nutty-but-funny context.", "After Jim left, two Archie-faction ROT men scurried over and nervously assured me that Jim was a kook. Great. Why didn't I feel reassured? \n\n The Joke Stops Here", "The meeting itself", "ROT members are nuts like the Lilliputians in Gulliver's", "and Load, prepare to Rock and Roll.\") It sounds silly", "evil, hateful nuts? No. I kind of liked most of", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying.", "those mountains alive, he's going to be biblically, nuttily,", "about what was going on,\" he said. \"On a personal", "\"Hey!\" said my contact. \"Guess you heard. It's over.\" \n\n \"What? No! McLaren was talking so tough.\" \n\n \"Well, he came out.\"", "of Valentine. Inside I met an old codger named Clifford", "My Countries, Right or Wrong \n\n The trip was worth it, at least in terms of understanding what motivates Republic of Texas believers. What motivates them is: They're nuts. All of them.", "and that lawmen were closing in. I arrived about 2", "silly now, but militia trouble did seem plausible at Fort", "him later: Why was he there? \"I was curious about", "not know how close some came,\" he said eerily. \"I", "his \"council\" members did--they were gray, natty, and grumpy," ], [ "And, being Texans, they have enough guns and ammo to", "\"I think they will,\" he said. \"Yes I do.\"", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying.", "radio and mulling over my options. Texas lawmen were boasting,", "merely going to Kermit, Texas, to \"hunt wild hogs.\"", "My Countries, Right or Wrong \n\n The trip was worth it, at least in terms of understanding what motivates Republic of Texas believers. What motivates them is: They're nuts. All of them.", "This sounds crass, but I can't deny it: I desperately wanted the standoff at the Republic of Texas trailer-trash compound to last longer than it did--for selfish reasons.", "A gap-toothed old woman yelped that the federal government is \"getting boxcars prepared with some kind of leg irons in 'em to fasten you into place to ship you to concentration camps.\"", "in court his claim that the Republic of Texas had been", "ownership of the Republic of Texas. Tee-hee. Next thing you", "it to Plan B: getting shot.", "Was it worth it? \n\n No, but what else could I do--go see the Carlsbad Caverns? I buckled up and hit the road.", "Texas, about 90 miles from the action.", "lurks. Groups like the Republic of Texas exist in a", "\"Well, I guess, but you could hide. There's a lot of caves and stuff.\" \n\n Did he think these guys would get caught?", "3. After landing in El Paso, I called a militia", "whole Fort Davis mess. He's originally from Kansas--so, to find", "\"Hey!\" said my contact. \"Guess you heard. It's over.\" \n\n \"What? No! McLaren was talking so tough.\" \n\n \"Well, he came out.\"", "If At First You Don't Secede \n\n Forget the Alamo!", "a huge sandpapery hand and said: \"Howdy! Jim Warmke." ], [ "in a gun battle. The other, Keyes, appears to have", "all these people, Keyes is the only survivor who demands", "gets him, because if he does stagger out of those", "\"Well, I guess, but you could hide. There's a lot of caves and stuff.\" \n\n Did he think these guys would get caught?", "can never tell, but Richard Keyes III is a good", "Keyes is the 21-year-old McLaren follower who actually carried", "After Jim left, two Archie-faction ROT men scurried over and nervously assured me that Jim was a kook. Great. Why didn't I feel reassured? \n\n The Joke Stops Here", "\"Hey!\" said my contact. \"Guess you heard. It's over.\" \n\n \"What? No! McLaren was talking so tough.\" \n\n \"Well, he came out.\"", "to blast away and die. They better hope something gets", "and I just hope his nuttiness stays \"funny,\" but I", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying.", "terrain and wild animals finishing him off. \"He can ...", "itself was miles and miles away. Whatever was happening, we", "Then he would go to jail for many years. Not", "was half right. About that time one fugitive, believed to", "not know how close some came,\" he said eerily. \"I", "And with such overwhelming odds, why would he do that?", "about what was going on,\" he said. \"On a personal", "This sounds crass, but I can't deny it: I desperately wanted the standoff at the Republic of Texas trailer-trash compound to last longer than it did--for selfish reasons.", "\"I think they will,\" he said. \"Yes I do.\"" ] ]

[ "Why does the narrator call himself the \"Shopping Avenger?\"\n", "What story does the Shopping Avenger open within this week's collum?", "In his own experience this week, what industry was involved?", "After spending an additional $1,732 on a ticket, what happens that outrage the Shopping Avenger the most?", "The Shopping Avenger is not afraid to admit", "Where did U-Haul drop the customer service ball?", "What industry do the Rabbi's customer services issues occur with?", "Why was the Shopping Avenger not able to award anyone with a year's supply of Rice -a-Roni?", "What was the problem with the Rabbi?", "After the Shopping Avenger intervened, what was the result for the Rabbi?" ]

[ [ "He exposes companies who give shoddy customer service, exposing them to the public, through his collum.", "He takes revenge on those who shoplift.", "He attacks stores and services that overcharge consumers.", "He ensures that everyone receives the best customer service available. but only when he is wearing his cape." ], [ "He speaks about an incident at Circut City.", "He speaks about his personal experience with horrible customer service.", "He speaks about a Rabbi who has a bad experience with TWA.", "He speaks about a woman's experience with U-Haul." ], [ "Airline", "Electronics", "Moving", "Computer" ], [ "He is not allowed to use the phone to call his wife to let her know not to pick him up at the airport at the time he told her because there was a delay.", "He is not given anything to eat on a flight that took close to an entire day.", "He does not get a direct flight home.", "He was not allowed to upgrade to first class even after he paid for it." ], [ "He will blast a business for giving him, or anyone else for that matter, poor customer service when they could have just as easily given them outstanding service.", "He hates to fly, and it makes him cry sometimes.", "He had to call his wife or he would have been in big trouble with her.", "He is not always on the side of the customer." ], [ "They gave the wrong person the wrong truck.", "They were not open the day of the customer's reservation.", "They had an attitude with a customer because he asked too many questions.", "They overbooked, leaving a customer without a truck even though he had a \"confirmed reservation.\"" ], [ "Air travel.", "Moving.", "General electronics.", "Computers" ], [ "Too many people got the answer correct.", "There was really never a prize available.", "No one answered the trivia question correctly.", "The person who did answer it correctly did not put their identifying information on their answer, so they could not be contacted." ], [ "Has racially profiled, and he was separated from his wife and children for hours to go through TWA processing.", "He was not given the whole story by a customer service agent when he asked an important question, and he ended up having to spend money out of his pocket to correct their mistake.", "He was told he could not drop his wife and kids off, so they took the shuttle to the airport and the shuttle broke down (due to no fault of his own), and he had to pay for a different flight.", "He was mistaken for a terrorist and was detained." ], [ "Nothing. TWA refused to speak with him.", "The rabbi was given a public apology on a local new channel in hopes to fix the relationship with the Jewish community that the TWA obviously strained. ", "The Rabbi was given a letter of apology.", "The rabbi had already been refunded part of his money, was working on getting the rest back, and he was getting vouchers for him and his family to be able to fly when and wherever they chose to go. He also got a letter of apology." ] ]

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However, the Shopping Avenger and several", "Shopping Avenger--this would have meant changing into his codpiece and", "that the Shopping Avenger would hear about this treatment and", "next episode, the Shopping Avenger will tell the story of", "this a shocking statement, but even the Shopping Avenger sometimes", "informed British Airways employee that the Shopping Avenger was America's", "Rabbi S.'s case. To his surprise--the Shopping Avenger has", "time. The Shopping Avenger received no answer to this statement." ], [ "The Shopping Avenger, while not identifying himself as the Shopping", "heard of the Shopping Avenger. To the Shopping Avenger's", "What you should know is that by day the Shopping Avenger is a mild-mannered reporter for a major metropolitan magazine, and it is in this guise that the Shopping Avenger sometimes finds himself holding the short end of the consumer stick. Whatever that means.", "course, know what happened next. The Shopping Avenger was told", "next episode, the Shopping Avenger will tell the story of", "that the Shopping Avenger would hear about this treatment and", "am told, is somewhere in Europe. The Shopping Avenger, who", "When the Shopping Avenger argued, in an increasingly less mild-mannered", "the funniest story the Shopping Avenger has heard about", "the Shopping Avenger would like to tell his own tale", "The Shopping Avenger", "The Shopping Avenger", "other end. The agent directed the Shopping Avenger to the", "Rabbi S.'s case. To his surprise--the Shopping Avenger has", "Well, did her tune ever change. Not exactly her tune--she remained as mean as a ferret, but she did let Shopping Avenger use her telephone.", "Shopping Avenger--this would have meant changing into his codpiece and", "statement. Instead, the Shopping Avenger was booked onto a later", "to make the connection. However, the Shopping Avenger and several", "this a shocking statement, but even the Shopping Avenger sometimes", "for them. The Shopping Avenger would like to hear from" ], [ "\"A year ago,", "on another. His wife and one of his children, meanwhile,", "One more thing before we get to our tale of rabbinical woe: the winning answer to the recent contest question \"How much Turtle Wax comprises a year's supply of Turtle Wax?\"", "course, know what happened next. The Shopping Avenger was told", "Rabbi S.'s case. To his surprise--the Shopping Avenger has", "\"Once we have a confirmed reservation we should have moved heaven and earth to see that Mr. K.'s two day reservation was filled,\" Burke wrote.", "following incident, which occurred at Heathrow airport, which, I am", "and find someone who said, 'Yeah, I think we just", "his was a \"voluntary\" transfer--he was late for his", "at the hands of TWA, but who, due to his", "What you should know is that by day the Shopping Avenger is a mild-mannered reporter for a major metropolitan magazine, and it is in this guise that the Shopping Avenger sometimes finds himself holding the short end of the consumer stick. Whatever that means.", "upgrade himself, using his own money, to business class. The", "Here the story becomes as confusing as the Book of Leviticus, but suffice it to say that TWA continued to torture Rabbi S. for another day--finally forcing him to buy a new $400 ticket.", "flight, and he schlepped--that's the only word for it--to", "a piece of dirt,\" he wrote. \"First she said she's", "which he received a positive response and left to go", "Burke's letter, though, is filled with what we at Shopping Avenger call \"bullshit.\"", "through Heathrow, was feeling ill and generally fed up at", "with the rabbi on this incident and is sending him", "our hapless rabbi, Rabbi S., who wrote the Shopping" ], [ "Shopping Avenger stated very loudly that for $1,732, he", "What you should know is that by day the Shopping Avenger is a mild-mannered reporter for a major metropolitan magazine, and it is in this guise that the Shopping Avenger sometimes finds himself holding the short end of the consumer stick. Whatever that means.", "When the Shopping Avenger argued, in an increasingly less mild-mannered", "statement. Instead, the Shopping Avenger was booked onto a later", "The Shopping Avenger, while not identifying himself as the Shopping", "course, know what happened next. The Shopping Avenger was told", "heard of the Shopping Avenger. To the Shopping Avenger's", "Here the story becomes as confusing as the Book of Leviticus, but suffice it to say that TWA continued to torture Rabbi S. for another day--finally forcing him to buy a new $400 ticket.", "other end. The agent directed the Shopping Avenger to the", "Burke's letter, though, is filled with what we at Shopping Avenger call \"bullshit.\"", "Well, did her tune ever change. Not exactly her tune--she remained as mean as a ferret, but she did let Shopping Avenger use her telephone.", "informed British Airways employee that the Shopping Avenger was America's", "to make the connection. However, the Shopping Avenger and several", "The Shopping Avenger", "The Shopping Avenger", "that the Shopping Avenger would hear about this treatment and", "The total cost of the ticket: $1,732. Remember that", "Shopping Avenger seeking worldly justice in his case against TWA.", "Rabbi S.'s case. To his surprise--the Shopping Avenger has", "time. The Shopping Avenger received no answer to this statement." ], [ "The Shopping Avenger, while not identifying himself as the Shopping", "heard of the Shopping Avenger. To the Shopping Avenger's", "What you should know is that by day the Shopping Avenger is a mild-mannered reporter for a major metropolitan magazine, and it is in this guise that the Shopping Avenger sometimes finds himself holding the short end of the consumer stick. Whatever that means.", "When the Shopping Avenger argued, in an increasingly less mild-mannered", "this a shocking statement, but even the Shopping Avenger sometimes", "The Shopping Avenger", "The Shopping Avenger", "course, know what happened next. The Shopping Avenger was told", "to make the connection. However, the Shopping Avenger and several", "time. The Shopping Avenger received no answer to this statement.", "that the Shopping Avenger would hear about this treatment and", "the Shopping Avenger is wearing his cape and codpiece and", "statement. Instead, the Shopping Avenger was booked onto a later", "Well, did her tune ever change. Not exactly her tune--she remained as mean as a ferret, but she did let Shopping Avenger use her telephone.", "other end. The agent directed the Shopping Avenger to the", "am told, is somewhere in Europe. The Shopping Avenger, who", "next episode, the Shopping Avenger will tell the story of", "for them. The Shopping Avenger would like to hear from", "the Shopping Avenger would like to tell his own tale", "informed British Airways employee that the Shopping Avenger was America's" ], [ "rents trucks from U-Haul.", "received upward of 6.7 million complaints about U-Haul. The story", "about U-Haul, and by now the Shopping Avenger has received", "this month's U-Haul outrage. The following letter contains perhaps the", "from Johna Burke, the U-Haul spokeswoman, who apologized for", "assume was the case. This is what we at U-Haul", "other U-Haul horror stories, click .) K., you'll recall,", "people who say they had confirmed reservations with U-Haul, only", "ago, I, too, reserved a truck at U-Haul and get", "by U-Haul. \"Mr. K.'s two day rental reservation should", "recall, was left standing in the U-Haul parking lot when", "from more--to show Burke and the bossmen at U-Haul", "extra trucks on hand in order to benefit from U-Haul's", "actually care about customer service. But the Shopping Avenger needs", "\"Once we have a confirmed reservation we should have moved heaven and earth to see that Mr. K.'s two day reservation was filled,\" Burke wrote.", "fundamentals of customer service, and that is Southwest Airlines. But", "In addition, a Customer Relations representative has been communicating with", "Brown, however, had no explanation for the behavior at the Kennedy ticket counter--entirely typical behavior that often makes the already unpleasant air travel experience completely unbearable.", "Rabbi S. was running late (Kennedy airport is not a parking-friendly place), and his wife refused to check her bags without his bags. She was then told that she would miss the flight, and then her children began crying, and then she began crying.", "only to show up and find no truck waiting for" ], [ "Rabbi S.'s case. 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But then she told Rabbi S.'s wife: \"If", "the rabbi asked a TWA representative if he could leave", "\"I have never in my life been treated so horribly,\" Rabbi S. wrote.", "the tale of a Hasidic rabbi who suffered greatly at", "\"How could it be a security issue,\" Rabbi S. wrote the Shopping Avenger, \"if they're ready to take money for the bags?\"", "In addition, a Customer Relations representative has been communicating with", "for the value of Rabbi S.'s ticket for $244.", "agent refused to check the rabbi's bags once he left,", "meanwhile, got on the flight to Detroit. Rabbi S. had" ], [ "Unfortunately, because so many of you wrote in with the more or less correct answer, the Shopping Avenger is unable to award the contest prize, which was to be a year's supply of Rice-a-Roni, the San Francisco treat.", "One final request: The Shopping Avenger would like to hear from anyone who has actually eaten Rice-a-Roni and from anyone who could explain why it is known as \"the San Francisco treat.\" \n\n Onward, shoppers!", "The Shopping Avenger, while not identifying himself as the Shopping", "time. The Shopping Avenger received no answer to this statement.", "heard of the Shopping Avenger. To the Shopping Avenger's", "What you should know is that by day the Shopping Avenger is a mild-mannered reporter for a major metropolitan magazine, and it is in this guise that the Shopping Avenger sometimes finds himself holding the short end of the consumer stick. Whatever that means.", "course, know what happened next. The Shopping Avenger was told", "When the Shopping Avenger argued, in an increasingly less mild-mannered", "the Shopping Avenger was given no recourse but to invoke", "statement. Instead, the Shopping Avenger was booked onto a later", "to make the connection. However, the Shopping Avenger and several", "other end. The agent directed the Shopping Avenger to the", "again, the Shopping Avenger does not fix computers.", "Rabbi S.'s case. To his surprise--the Shopping Avenger has", "The Shopping Avenger", "The Shopping Avenger", "Burke's letter, though, is filled with what we at Shopping Avenger call \"bullshit.\"", "this a shocking statement, but even the Shopping Avenger sometimes", "that the Shopping Avenger would hear about this treatment and", "of lawyers but instead the help of Shopping Avenger, who" ], [ "Rabbi S., his", "Rabbi S. finally", "with the rabbi on this incident and is sending him", "not present. But then she told Rabbi S.'s wife: \"If", "\"I have never in my life been treated so horribly,\" Rabbi S. wrote.", "Rabbi S.'s case. To his surprise--the Shopping Avenger has", "the tale of a Hasidic rabbi who suffered greatly at", "ticket counter, Rabbi S. was told that he wouldn't make", "our hapless rabbi, Rabbi S., who wrote the Shopping", "TWA. The story of Rabbi S. is entirely typical of", "Rabbi S. was running late (Kennedy airport is not a parking-friendly place), and his wife refused to check her bags without his bags. She was then told that she would miss the flight, and then her children began crying, and then she began crying.", "agent refused to check the rabbi's bags once he left,", "Here the story becomes as confusing as the Book of Leviticus, but suffice it to say that TWA continued to torture Rabbi S. for another day--finally forcing him to buy a new $400 ticket.", "One more thing before we get to our tale of rabbinical woe: the winning answer to the recent contest question \"How much Turtle Wax comprises a year's supply of Turtle Wax?\"", "the rabbi asked a TWA representative if he could leave", "Avenger contacted Jim Brown, a TWA spokesman, to discuss Rabbi", "for the value of Rabbi S.'s ticket for $244.", "meanwhile, got on the flight to Detroit. Rabbi S. had", "on another. His wife and one of his children, meanwhile,", "When the Shopping Avenger argued, in an increasingly less mild-mannered" ], [ "Rabbi S.'s case. To his surprise--the Shopping Avenger has", "course, know what happened next. The Shopping Avenger was told", "When the Shopping Avenger argued, in an increasingly less mild-mannered", "other end. The agent directed the Shopping Avenger to the", "heard of the Shopping Avenger. To the Shopping Avenger's", "The Shopping Avenger, while not identifying himself as the Shopping", "statement. Instead, the Shopping Avenger was booked onto a later", "Well, did her tune ever change. Not exactly her tune--she remained as mean as a ferret, but she did let Shopping Avenger use her telephone.", "our hapless rabbi, Rabbi S., who wrote the Shopping", "that the Shopping Avenger would hear about this treatment and", "to make the connection. However, the Shopping Avenger and several", "The Shopping Avenger", "The Shopping Avenger", "the Shopping Avenger was given no recourse but to invoke", "time. The Shopping Avenger received no answer to this statement.", "What you should know is that by day the Shopping Avenger is a mild-mannered reporter for a major metropolitan magazine, and it is in this guise that the Shopping Avenger sometimes finds himself holding the short end of the consumer stick. Whatever that means.", "of lawyers but instead the help of Shopping Avenger, who", "informed British Airways employee that the Shopping Avenger was America's", "Avenger contacted Jim Brown, a TWA spokesman, to discuss Rabbi", "a semi-positive note, the Shopping Avenger did finally hear from" ] ]

[ "Even upon the story's climax, what's the one question Harry wants to be answered more than any other?", "In virtually every \"memory' Harry has of his farm, how does it consistently differ from this reality?", "Harry is won't ride Plum on the street because ", "At what point in Harry's journey do things start to feel odd?", "During his journey, Harry becomes more alarmed each time ___ changes.", "On his return journey, Harry", "For a moment, Harry believes \"everyone in the world\" included", "Why does the doctor take a few minutes to talk to Harry?", "For the doctor, the irony of being a survivor ", "The doctor knows Harry will be ok" ]

[ [ "He want to know who was responsible for brainwashing his wife.", "He wants to understand why he is the only one who seems to grasp something \"not right\" in the world.", "He wants to know whose memories he continues to intercept.", "He wants to know Davie's fate, good or bad." ], [ "He recalls the wife he had, but she is totally different from his current wife.", "He consistently remembers his farm to be on a much grander scale, and now there are fewer animals, less equipment, and less production.", "He remembers all of the workers he used to have on the farm, and they are no longer there. ", "He consistently remembers his farm being desolate and unsuccessful, and now, his farm is prosperous." ], [ "he is fearful of being run down by another vehicle.", "he knows it's against the law, and though he doesn't know the punishment, he knows that sentence is to be feared.", "he is fearful his neighbors will report him.", "he knows it's against the law, and he is ashamed to break the law." ], [ "When he crosses to Grotten's farm, he feels things are off because the the Grottens, who were friends of his in the past, reported him for trespassing to the police.", "When he crosses to Grotten's farm, he feels things are off, but he is unsure why.", "When he crosses to Grotten's farm, he feels things are off because that's where his farm should be.", "When he crosses to Grotten's farm, he feels things are off due to the drastic change in terrain." ], [ "the day ", "the terrain", "his breathing", "the sky" ], [ "turns himself in to the police.", "realizes he needs to see the doctor if he ever expects to feel better.", "makes the mistake of trying to return by way of town, setting him on a collision course with the police.", "meets new people from his county and shares his returning memories with them." ], [ "only this direct next-door neighbors and his wife.", "everyone but himself because he didn't reside in the same realm.", "no one.", "people and animals." ], [ "Harry's earnestness made the doctor want to hear him out before administering the treatment that would alter him forever.", "He knows Harry is the only other sane person in the world aside from him and his two sons, so he wants a conversation with him, even if it's brief.", "The doctor feels the conversation will absolve him of the guilt that accompanies executing lawbreakers.", "Regardless of the consensus, the doctor wants to make sure that Harry is actually insane before giving him shock therapy. " ], [ "is that it was all for nothing.", "is sacrificing his life as a member of society before the \"big event\" occurred.", "is being forced to kill so many others who survived so he and his sons can live.", "causes so much guilt he takes his own" ], [ "temporarily. Once memories begin to return, keeping them at bay forever is impossible.", "because his treatments always work.", "when he reveals their location is on an arc, and he is perplexed.", "when he asks about Davie just as he leaves." ] ]

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[ [ "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "\"Please,\" Harry whispered. \"Just tell me about my son.\"", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "\"And Frances?\" Harry asked. \"Your oldest? She must be starting\n high....\" He stopped, because they were all staring at him, and because", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "\"I don't understand,\" Harry said. \"I remember people, and things, and\n where are they now? Dead? People can die, but farms, cities....\"", "\"No violence, Dad.\"\n\n\n \"Fine, Stan.\" He looked at Harry. \"I'm going to give you a little\n treatment, Mr. Burr. It'll settle your nerves and make everything....\"", "Harry said hi and they all said hi and he sat down and they talked\n about TV and gardens and livestock. Then Harry said, \"How's Penny?\"", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "Harry stared at him.\n\"I can't take the time to explain it all. I have too much to do. Just", "would let them kill him if they wanted. All he asked was one answer so\n as to know whether or not he was insane.", "Suddenly, he understood. And understanding brought not peace but the\n greatest terror he'd ever known. He screamed, \"We're on....\" but the", "Harry looked at both of them, and felt sharp, personal fear.", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "She was fully awake now. \"If you'd only go see Dr. Hamming, Harry. Just\n for a checkup. Or let me call him so he could—\"", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "Harry said, \"Thanks. Think we'll ever see the end of travel regulations\n and rationing and all the rest of the emergency?\"\n\n\n \"You will, Mr. Burr.\"" ], [ "\"I don't understand,\" Harry said. \"I remember people, and things, and\n where are they now? Dead? People can die, but farms, cities....\"", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "The chicken-run came alive; the barn followed minutes later. There were\n chores to do, the same chores he'd done all his forty-one years. Except", "He whirled, staring out across the fields to his left. Why, the tractor\n shed had stood just fifty feet from the house!", "he was at his own farm. Could he have forgotten where town was? Could\n it be north of his home, not south? Could a man get so confused as to\n forget things he'd known all his life?", "He milked and curried and fed and cleaned, and still was done inside\n of two hours. Then he walked slowly, head down, across the hay-strewn", "half-acre truck farm lay greening in the sun. He got to work. Sometime\n later, Edna called to him. \"Delivery last night, Harry. I took some.\n Pick up rest?\"", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "Farm.\" He looked up at the sky, found the constellations, turned his\n head, and nodded. He'd started north, and Plum had continued north.", "He went quickly across the yard, past the pig-pen—he'd had twelve\n pigs, hadn't he? Now he had four—behind the house to where the", "Harry said hi and they all said hi and he sat down and they talked\n about TV and gardens and livestock. Then Harry said, \"How's Penny?\"", "And after them the new plastics plant. And after that the city of\n Crossville. And after that....\nHe was passing his own farm. He hadn't come through town, and yet here", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "He went to the barn and looked for his saddle. There was no saddle. But\n he'd had one hanging right behind the door. Or had he?", "that now, with the new regulations about wheat and corn, he had only\n a vegetable patch to farm. Sure, he got paid for letting the fields\n remain empty. But it just didn't seem right, all that land going to", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "He stood in the yard, a tall, husky man with pale brown hair and a face\n that had once been long, lean and strong and was now only long and", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "lean. He blinked gray eyes and tried hard to remember, then turned and\n went to the house. Edna was soaking dishes in the sink, according to" ], [ "around to the driver's side and got behind the wheel and drove away.\n Harry looked back. Pete was leading Plum after them; not riding him,\n walking him. \"He sure must like horses,\" he said.", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "He kicked Plum's sides. The mare began to move. He kept kicking until\n she broke into a brisk canter. He held on with hands and legs.", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "He rode on. He never did come to town. He came to a ten-foot fence with\n a three-foot barbed-wire extension. He got off Plum and ripped his", "that either, and didn't bother making a bit. He mounted, and Plum moved\n out of the barn and onto the road. He headed north, toward town.", "Harry went home. He told Edna he felt just great! She said she'd been\n worried when an officer found Plum wandering on the road; she thought\n maybe Harry had gone off somewhere and broken travel regulations.", "He threw a blanket over Plum, the big mare, and tied it with a piece of\n wash line. He used another piece for a bridle, since he couldn't find", "The officer holding Harry's arm said, \"Pete.\"\n\n\n The officer examining Plum said, \"It won't make any difference in a\n while.\"", "Much later, he got up and went to the fence and climbed it. He came\n down on the other side and looked around and saw Plum. He walked to", "family and his mother, in a bigger, newer house. The colored folks\n heard Plum's hooves and looked up and stared. Then a man raised his", "He didn't know how long it was, but Plum was moving cautiously now. He\n raised his head. They were approaching a fence. He noticed a gate off", "The other officer was walking around the horse. \"Rode her hard,\" he\n said, and he sounded real worried. \"Shouldn't have done that, Mr. Burr.\n We have so very few now....\"", "opened the gate, led Plum through it, closed the gate. He mounted and\n rode forward, still north, toward the small Pangborn place and after", "His headache was back, worse now than it had ever been. His entire\n head throbbed, and he leaned forward and put his cheek against Plum's", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "to the right, and pulled the rope so Plum went that way. They reached\n the gate and he got down to open it, and saw the sign. \"Phineas Grotton", "He dismounted and tied Plum to the fence, then stepped back and figured\n the best way to get to the other side.", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "Harry said hi and they all said hi and he sat down and they talked\n about TV and gardens and livestock. Then Harry said, \"How's Penny?\"" ], [ "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "\"And Frances?\" Harry asked. \"Your oldest? She must be starting\n high....\" He stopped, because they were all staring at him, and because", "Harry felt the rumbling beneath him. Engines?", "and out and up the stairs (they too had moved; they too weren't right)\n and into the bedroom and lay down. The bedroom was wrong. The bed was\n wrong. The windows were wrong.", "growing louder. And the air changing, smelling like air never had\n before in Cultwait County.\nHis entire body trembled. His mind trembled too. He walked, and came to", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "along the hall, the louder the rumbling grew. It seemed to be deep down\n somewhere.\nThey went through one of the doors on the right, into a windowless", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "He walked on. A sound came to him; a rising-falling whisper. He\n listened to it, and looked up every so often at the sky, to make sure\n he was heading in the right direction.", "He took another step. His shoes sounded against the wood. He walked.\n More wood. Wood that went on, as the sand had. And the roaring sound", "around to the driver's side and got behind the wheel and drove away.\n Harry looked back. Pete was leading Plum after them; not riding him,\n walking him. \"He sure must like horses,\" he said.", "Harry looked at both of them, and felt sharp, personal fear.", "\"I'm gonna lie down,\" he said flatly. He turned and stepped forward,\n and found himself facing the stove. Not the door to the hall; the", "\"I don't understand,\" Harry said. \"I remember people, and things, and\n where are they now? Dead? People can die, but farms, cities....\"", "hundred yards away—a big ramp led upward. And it was all gray plaster\n walls and dull black floors and cold white lighting, like a hospital,\n or a modern factory, or maybe a government building. Except that he" ], [ "growing louder. And the air changing, smelling like air never had\n before in Cultwait County.\nHis entire body trembled. His mind trembled too. He walked, and came to", "Harry looked at both of them, and felt sharp, personal fear.", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "Harry felt the rumbling beneath him. Engines?", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "along the hall, the louder the rumbling grew. It seemed to be deep down\n somewhere.\nThey went through one of the doors on the right, into a windowless", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "He walked on. A sound came to him; a rising-falling whisper. He\n listened to it, and looked up every so often at the sky, to make sure\n he was heading in the right direction.", "He took another step. His shoes sounded against the wood. He walked.\n More wood. Wood that went on, as the sand had. And the roaring sound", "Suddenly, he understood. And understanding brought not peace but the\n greatest terror he'd ever known. He screamed, \"We're on....\" but the", "He did hear\nsomething\n; a low, rumbling noise. The further they came", "and out and up the stairs (they too had moved; they too weren't right)\n and into the bedroom and lay down. The bedroom was wrong. The bed was\n wrong. The windows were wrong.", "\"And Frances?\" Harry asked. \"Your oldest? She must be starting\n high....\" He stopped, because they were all staring at him, and because", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "mind. And sometimes—like right now, lying in bed beside Edna, watching\n the first hint of light touch the windows—he began sweating with fear.", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "It took some doing. He tore his shirt on the barbed wire, but he got\n over and began walking, straight ahead, due north. The earth changed" ], [ "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "Harry went home. He told Edna he felt just great! She said she'd been\n worried when an officer found Plum wandering on the road; she thought\n maybe Harry had gone off somewhere and broken travel regulations.", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "around to the driver's side and got behind the wheel and drove away.\n Harry looked back. Pete was leading Plum after them; not riding him,\n walking him. \"He sure must like horses,\" he said.", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "He walked on. A sound came to him; a rising-falling whisper. He\n listened to it, and looked up every so often at the sky, to make sure\n he was heading in the right direction.", "He rode on. He never did come to town. He came to a ten-foot fence with\n a three-foot barbed-wire extension. He got off Plum and ripped his", "He milked and curried and fed and cleaned, and still was done inside\n of two hours. Then he walked slowly, head down, across the hay-strewn", "He should've gone there in the first place! He would ride east,\n to the road, then head south, back toward home. That would bring him", "It took some doing. He tore his shirt on the barbed wire, but he got\n over and began walking, straight ahead, due north. The earth changed", "Harry said, \"Thanks. Think we'll ever see the end of travel regulations\n and rationing and all the rest of the emergency?\"\n\n\n \"You will, Mr. Burr.\"", "He left quickly. He went outside and across the yard to the road. He\n looked up it and down it, to the north and to the south. It was a", "Harry felt the rumbling beneath him. Engines?", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "Walt and Gloria went home at ten-fifteen. They said goodbye at the\n door and Harry walked away. He heard Gloria whispering something about\n Doctor Hamming." ], [ "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "\"And Frances?\" Harry asked. \"Your oldest? She must be starting\n high....\" He stopped, because they were all staring at him, and because", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "Harry said hi and they all said hi and he sat down and they talked\n about TV and gardens and livestock. Then Harry said, \"How's Penny?\"", "many millions of others. Dead, when the bombs fell. Dead, as everyone\n knew they would be and no one did anything to prevent. Dead. Perhaps\n the whole world is dead—except for us.\"", "\"I don't understand,\" Harry said. \"I remember people, and things, and\n where are they now? Dead? People can die, but farms, cities....\"", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "Suddenly, he understood. And understanding brought not peace but the\n greatest terror he'd ever known. He screamed, \"We're on....\" but the", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "\"No violence, Dad.\"\n\n\n \"Fine, Stan.\" He looked at Harry. \"I'm going to give you a little\n treatment, Mr. Burr. It'll settle your nerves and make everything....\"", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "\"Fine,\" Gloria answered. \"I'm starting her on the kindergarten book\n next week.\"\n\n\n \"She's five already?\" Harry asked.", "The doctor blinked behind his glasses, and then his hand left the\n switch. \"Dead,\" he said, his voice a rustling of dried leaves. \"Like so", "insane, you know. Three years now, playing God, waiting for some land,\n any land, to become habitable. And knowing everything, and surrounded\n by people who are sane only because I made sure they would know", "else, unprepared when the holocaust started, unprepared and unable to\n reach my world. So they died. As I knew they would. As they should have\n known they would.\"", "Harry said, \"Thanks. Think we'll ever see the end of travel regulations\n and rationing and all the rest of the emergency?\"\n\n\n \"You will, Mr. Burr.\"", "\"You survived,\" the doctor said. \"Your wife. A few hundred others in\n the rural areas. One other family in your area. I survived because" ], [ "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "Walt and Gloria went home at ten-fifteen. They said goodbye at the\n door and Harry walked away. He heard Gloria whispering something about\n Doctor Hamming.", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "\"Diathermy,\" the little doctor muttered.\n\n\n Harry gave him a five-dollar bill. The doctor gave him two singles in\n change. \"That's certainly reasonable enough,\" Harry said.", "She was fully awake now. \"If you'd only go see Dr. Hamming, Harry. Just\n for a checkup. Or let me call him so he could—\"", "Harry stared at him.\n\"I can't take the time to explain it all. I have too much to do. Just", "\"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"Am I going to jail?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"\n\n\n \"Where then?\"\n\n\n \"The doctor's place.\"", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "The officer holding Harry's arm said, \"Pete.\"\n\n\n The officer examining Plum said, \"It won't make any difference in a\n while.\"", "Harry said hi and they all said hi and he sat down and they talked\n about TV and gardens and livestock. Then Harry said, \"How's Penny?\"", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "\"No violence, Dad.\"\n\n\n \"Fine, Stan.\" He looked at Harry. \"I'm going to give you a little\n treatment, Mr. Burr. It'll settle your nerves and make everything....\"", "The doctor blinked behind his glasses, and then his hand left the\n switch. \"Dead,\" he said, his voice a rustling of dried leaves. \"Like so", "\"Please,\" Harry whispered. \"Just tell me about my son.\"", "He got out of the car. The officer took his arm and led him up the\n path. Harry noticed that the new house was big.", "\"I haven't the time,\" the doctor repeated, voice rising. \"I have to run\n a world. Three of us, to run a world! I built it as best I could, but", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and" ], [ "\"You survived,\" the doctor said. \"Your wife. A few hundred others in\n the rural areas. One other family in your area. I survived because", "I lived for survival, like a mole deep in the earth, expecting the\n catastrophe every minute. I survived because I gave up living to\n survive.\" He laughed, high and thin.", "The doctor blinked behind his glasses, and then his hand left the\n switch. \"Dead,\" he said, his voice a rustling of dried leaves. \"Like so", "for weeks. Edna begged him to see the doctor living in that new house\n two miles past Dugan's farm, but he refused. He point-blank refused to\n admit he was sick\nthat", "\"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"Am I going to jail?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"\n\n\n \"Where then?\"\n\n\n \"The doctor's place.\"", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "many millions of others. Dead, when the bombs fell. Dead, as everyone\n knew they would be and no one did anything to prevent. Dead. Perhaps\n the whole world is dead—except for us.\"", "\"I haven't the time,\" the doctor repeated, voice rising. \"I have to run\n a world. Three of us, to run a world! I built it as best I could, but", "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "insane, you know. Three years now, playing God, waiting for some land,\n any land, to become habitable. And knowing everything, and surrounded\n by people who are sane only because I made sure they would know", "\"I'm gonna lie down,\" he said flatly. He turned and stepped forward,\n and found himself facing the stove. Not the door to the hall; the", "The doctor nodded. \"There's a police officer in the hall. He'll drive\n you home so there won't be any trouble with the travel regulations.\"", "Suddenly, he understood. And understanding brought not peace but the\n greatest terror he'd ever known. He screamed, \"We're on....\" but the", "He stepped back, back, and turned and ran. He ran wildly, blindly,\n until he could run no more. Then he fell, feeling the sand beneath him,\n and shut his eyes and mind to everything.", "in bright sunlight, surging and seething endlessly. He felt the earth\n sway beneath him. He staggered, and dropped to his hands and knees, and", "else, unprepared when the holocaust started, unprepared and unable to\n reach my world. So they died. As I knew they would. As they should have\n known they would.\"", "He felt the fear again, and got up fast to escape it. Edna opened her\n eyes as soon as his weight left the bed. \"Like hotcakes for breakfast?\"", "It took some doing. He tore his shirt on the barbed wire, but he got\n over and began walking, straight ahead, due north. The earth changed", "came to see you, Doctor Hamming. I feel better already, and after only\n one.... What do you call these treatments?\"", "\"Diathermy,\" the little doctor muttered.\n\n\n Harry gave him a five-dollar bill. The doctor gave him two singles in\n change. \"That's certainly reasonable enough,\" Harry said." ], [ "Harry walked to the door.\n\n\n \"We're on an ark,\" the doctor said.\n\n\n Harry turned around, smiling. \"What?\"", "\"But why, Harry, why?\"\n\n\n He couldn't stand to see her crying. He went to her, kissed her wet\n cheek, spoke more softly. \"It'll do me good, like when I was a kid.\"", "\"Yes.\"\n\n\n \"Am I going to jail?\"\n\n\n \"No.\"\n\n\n \"Where then?\"\n\n\n \"The doctor's place.\"", "\"Take the horse back to his farm,\" the officer holding Harry said. He\n opened the door of the little car and pushed Harry inside. He went", "The doctor blinked behind his glasses, and then his hand left the\n switch. \"Dead,\" he said, his voice a rustling of dried leaves. \"Like so", "He was sitting in the living room when Edna came in. She was crying.\n \"Harry, please see the doctor.\"\n\n\n He got up. \"I'm going out. I might even sleep out!\"", "\"No violence, Dad.\"\n\n\n \"Fine, Stan.\" He looked at Harry. \"I'm going to give you a little\n treatment, Mr. Burr. It'll settle your nerves and make everything....\"", "\"Diathermy,\" the little doctor muttered.\n\n\n Harry gave him a five-dollar bill. The doctor gave him two singles in\n change. \"That's certainly reasonable enough,\" Harry said.", "Harry said, \"Thanks. Think we'll ever see the end of travel regulations\n and rationing and all the rest of the emergency?\"\n\n\n \"You will, Mr. Burr.\"", "She was fully awake now. \"If you'd only go see Dr. Hamming, Harry. Just\n for a checkup. Or let me call him so he could—\"", "Walt and Gloria went home at ten-fifteen. They said goodbye at the\n door and Harry walked away. He heard Gloria whispering something about\n Doctor Hamming.", "The officer holding Harry's arm said, \"Pete.\"\n\n\n The officer examining Plum said, \"It won't make any difference in a\n while.\"", "The doctor nodded. \"There's a police officer in the hall. He'll drive\n you home so there won't be any trouble with the travel regulations.\"", "Harry said hi and they all said hi and he sat down and they talked\n about TV and gardens and livestock. Then Harry said, \"How's Penny?\"", "nothing.\" He stepped forward, glaring at Harry. \"Now do you understand?\n I went across the country, picking up a few of the few left alive. Most", "Harry went home. He told Edna he felt just great! She said she'd been\n worried when an officer found Plum wandering on the road; she thought\n maybe Harry had gone off somewhere and broken travel regulations.", "His head weighed an agonized ton. He put it down again. Plum went\n sedately forward. After a while she stopped. Harry looked up. Another", "\"What happened to Davie?\" Harry asked, things pushing at his brain\n again.\n\n\n Stan helped him up. \"Just step this way, Mr. Burr.\"", "Stan ran across the room to the switch. Harry watched him, and his\n brain struggled with an impossible concept. He heard the engines and", "\"And Frances?\" Harry asked. \"Your oldest? She must be starting\n high....\" He stopped, because they were all staring at him, and because" ] ]

[ "Which of the following signifies that Steven was a nonconformist?", "Why did Denise and Steven split up?", "Which of the following is not a value of the Happy Clown society?", "What do people learn from doing a “Happy Tour”?", "What is the “group experimentation”?", "Why does every person and object have a nickname?", "How old was Steven when he started therapy?", "Why was it “wise” for Steven to appear unintelligent?", "Why was Steven a lonely man?", "Why was Denise given the Styner?" ]

[ [ "He went to college.", "He enjoyed old silver utensils.", "He acted as the Happy Clown.", "He used nicknames for people and objects." ], [ "He had happy affairs with other girls.", "They moved thousands of miles away from each other.", "She couldn’t understand his breakdown.", "He was unhappy that she had changed." ], [ "Harmony is promoted through interaction with others.", "The world is a wonderful place to be appreciated.", "One should honor and respect the past.", "Society should be perfect." ], [ "How to work and earn a living", "How to speak another language", "How to understand and live in harmony with others", "How to express one’s opinions" ], [ "The Styner", "Kiddie-garden classes", "Re-education / counseling", "Sexual relations" ], [ "To sound cute", "To sound like children", "To promote friendship and harmony", "To confuse outsiders" ], [ "Five, but acts older", "An adult", "Fifteen, but acts younger", "Twelve" ], [ "To attend college", "To blend in and hide his true self", "To be accepted for acting roles", "To please the sponsors" ], [ "He couldn’t find like-minded people.", "He had a Styner.", "He traveled a lot.", "He couldn’t find a spouse / partner." ], [ "To relieve her appendicitis", "To make her forget about Steven", "To help her forget Steven’s outburst", "To correct her rebellious thinking" ] ]

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[ [ "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nSteven Russell was born a misfit, a nonconformist, and for the first", "wary of revealing themselves, but something always seemed to happen\n to them. Some were miserable being nonconformists and asked pitifully\n for the Steyner, some were detected, as Steven had been, and some", "Steven was not happy in kiddie-garden. The enthusiasm the other kiddies\n showed for the lessons appalled him. The kiddies themselves appalled", "a nonconformist, who hated perfection.\n \nHe had to learn the hard way....\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "The boy turned his head away from the psychiatrist's shining teeth and\n said, \"My name's not Stevie. It's Steven.\" He was a thin little boy,", "The first thing they did to Steven was to talk to him. The psychiatrist\n made him lie down on a foam rubber couch, kiddies' model, with the", "For a while Steven considered confessing to somebody that he was\n a—what?—an unacceptable member of society. Then they would make him", "unhappy, and he certainly did not want to have his head cut open, and\n so he began to act. Even at five, Steven discovered in himself a fine", "Steven met no nonconformists at the School of Television Arts, and none\n while he was acting in \"The Happy Life\" until Denise Cottrell joined", "at Christmas. She laughed over it and said, \"I'm being terribly\n conventional, darling, but that's one convention I like.\"\nWhile they waited, Steven's agent secured a really unprecedented", "Steven did not like his Rockabye Crib, that joggled him gently and sang\n him songs about the Happy Clown all night long; and he howled until", "popularity and a reputation as an actor. He took the lead in all the\n dramatic club plays, having particular success in the reproduction\n of a Happy Clown program. Steven, of course, was the Happy Clown. He", "Steven did well at Television Arts, soon taking more leads than was\n customary in School productions, which were organized on a strictly", "Steven did not like the records or the talking books, and when he went\n to kiddie-garden he viewed the televised lessons with a cold eye. For", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "Steven said, \"Sure, Joey,\" and allowed his sensitive face to register\n all the proper emotions. Actually his emotions were, in the vernacular", "large noisy groups, with large community smiles. They confused him; he\n could not tell them apart. Steven retired to a corner and turned his\n back, and when they clutched and panted and grinned at him he hit them.", "Steven did not like the Happy Clown or the Jolly Kitten or the\n Dancing Dogsie. Sometimes he began to grow interested in the cowboys", "This year Steven cried, \"Ma!\" stretching out his hands toward the\n silver and uttering a string of determined sounds which were perfectly", "was no fanfare—the public was not to realize that the Happy Clown was\n mortal—and Steven took over with no visible change. For five days he\n played the part to perfection." ], [ "Denise was lost to him. The outburst in the studio, and the Steyner,\n and the loss of the Happy Clown part were cumulatively too much for", "When Denise left the hospital for the hotel where she would stay until\n the wedding, Steven was more gentle with her than ever, kinder and", "Steven went to see Denise every day though after the first time she\n was not awake to know him. The doctors were keeping her under sedation\n until the head bandage could be removed. So far as Denise was to", "her. She broke the engagement and was heard to say that Stevie Russell\n had proved himself an absolute fool. He was miserable over it, though\n he had only a hazy idea of what he had done or why Denny should", "She opened her eyes, looked at him drowsily and smiled. \"Oh, Stevie,\n I'm so glad you came. I've been wanting you, darling.\"\n\n\n Steven said, \"Denise—\"", "Richard and Harriet were delighted and as eager as Steven for the\n wedding. Steven had agreed reluctantly to put it off until Denise\n had a chance to introduce him to her parents; they were coming East", "On the sixth day he performed as usual, perhaps a little better. His\n commercials had a special fervor, and the sponsors exchanged happy\n glances. Denise was sitting in the booth with them; she smiled at\n Steven lovingly through the glass.", "They made love in Denise's apartment when her roommate\n Pauline—Polly—was out, as awkwardly as if there had never been any", "He was still feeling ill when they let him in to see Denise. He sat\n down beside her bed and spoke to her urgently. \"Denise, talk to me.\n Please, Denise!\"", "he happened to think of, to Denise and the sponsors, when they all came\n pouring out of the booth. Then he collapsed.\nSteven's Steyner was a complete success. He recovered from it a", "like Denise. He shuddered. Did he really want to be like Denise? Some\n stubborn pride in him refused it.", "her, but nobody came. Denise had apparently said nothing about him.\n Some censor or other—perhaps it was the censor of love—had kept her\n from even saying his name.", "He took her to meet his family—Denise's family lived three thousand\n miles away—and she behaved with such perfect decorum and charm that", "looking pale and frightened over the viewer, and said rapidly, \"Oh,\n Stevie, I've been trying to get you for an hour. Denny's sick. They\n took her to the hospital!\"", "She frowned. \"Why do you call me that? Call me Denny. Did you get the\n part, darling?\"\n\n\n He drew back a little. \"Yes, I got it.\"", "Steven met no nonconformists at the School of Television Arts, and none\n while he was acting in \"The Happy Life\" until Denise Cottrell joined", "group experimentation or happy affairs. Denise said wonderingly, \"When\n you really love someone it's all new. Isn't that strange?\" and Steven\n said, kissing her, \"No, not strange at all.\"", "Steven was not happy in kiddie-garden. The enthusiasm the other kiddies\n showed for the lessons appalled him. The kiddies themselves appalled", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "The psychiatrist said reasonably, \"But nobody can live by himself,\n Stevie.\" He had apparently forgotten Steven, and the boy did not" ], [ "revealing enough about her opinion of television, and the Happy Clown\n cult, and the state of society in general, to cause her doctors to\n raise their eyebrows pityingly and perform the Steyner at once. While", "The Happy Clown\nBY ALICE ELEANOR JONES\nThis was a century of peace, plethora and\n \nperfection, and little Steven was a misfit,", "and movies and live singers and dancers and his own inimitable brand\n of philosophy and humor. Everybody loved the Happy Clown. He had been\n several different actors in thirty years, but his makeup never changed:", "popularity and a reputation as an actor. He took the lead in all the\n dramatic club plays, having particular success in the reproduction\n of a Happy Clown program. Steven, of course, was the Happy Clown. He", "laugh. The Happy Clown was always so cheerful and folksy and sincere.\n He believed passionately in all the products he instructed his viewers\n to buy, and one was entirely certain that he used them all himself.", "of a previous century, mixed. He loathed the whole concept of the Happy\n Clown—but there was money in it, and Steven was not rebel enough to", "The Happy Clown had been an American institution for thirty years. He\n was on television for an hour every night at dinner time, with puppets", "folks, and we ought to be all alike outside.\" The Happy Clown's\n viewers were not children and adults, they were kiddies and folks.", "things, no he doesn't! Play with your Happy Clown, sweetheart.\"", "Tour and joined the Happy Scouts and had a happy affair, involving\n experimentation, with a neighbor's daughter, Harriet and Richard ceased\n to worry about him. If sometimes he felt so tightly strung-up that a", "The Happy Clown incident had passed off well—immediately after\n it occurred, a powerful battery of comedians, including the Jolly", "it all he had. The sponsors were pleased. A week before Christmas the\n current Happy Clown retired and hobbled off to a nursing home. There", "the Youth Bed, he looked at the Happy Clown, and he did much better in\n kiddie-garden. He even joined in the group experimentation and was not", "Happy Clown motif on the slip-cover, and said with a beaming face,\n \"Now, Stevie, what seems to be the trouble?\"", "bought was a television set. After all, as Stevie said, he would not\n want to miss the Happy Clown.", "was no fanfare—the public was not to realize that the Happy Clown was\n mortal—and Steven took over with no visible change. For five days he\n played the part to perfection.", "admiring the Happy Clown's sense of humor—a little sharp, to be sure,\n not so folksy and down-to-earth as usual, but the Happy Clown could do", "He rehearsed feverishly for the part of the Happy Clown, and because he\n was a fine craftsman and a conscientious artist he continued to give", "the morning cartoons and the noontime Kiddies' Lunch Club and the\n evening Happy Clown.", "Steven said, \"You mean the Happy Tours.\"\n\n\n \"Yes. When you're twelve years old you can go on a Happy Tour. Won't\n that be fun?\"" ], [ "Steven said, \"You mean the Happy Tours.\"\n\n\n \"Yes. When you're twelve years old you can go on a Happy Tour. Won't\n that be fun?\"", "Tour and joined the Happy Scouts and had a happy affair, involving\n experimentation, with a neighbor's daughter, Harriet and Richard ceased\n to worry about him. If sometimes he felt so tightly strung-up that a", "He said, \"Are you all happy? You are, aren't you?—everybody's happy,\n because you're all sheep! All sheep, in a nice safe pasture. All", "\"It was because people were different from each other, and didn't\n understand each other, and didn't know each other. They had to learn", "is by being with them. When you can't be with them personally, there's\n always television. That's how you learn, Stevie. You can't be by\n yourself.\"", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "revealing enough about her opinion of television, and the Happy Clown\n cult, and the state of society in general, to cause her doctors to\n raise their eyebrows pityingly and perform the Steyner at once. While", "laugh. The Happy Clown was always so cheerful and folksy and sincere.\n He believed passionately in all the products he instructed his viewers\n to buy, and one was entirely certain that he used them all himself.", "and movies and live singers and dancers and his own inimitable brand\n of philosophy and humor. Everybody loved the Happy Clown. He had been\n several different actors in thirty years, but his makeup never changed:", "it all he had. The sponsors were pleased. A week before Christmas the\n current Happy Clown retired and hobbled off to a nursing home. There", "The Happy Clown incident had passed off well—immediately after\n it occurred, a powerful battery of comedians, including the Jolly", "and kindness. It had made the world a wonderful place to live in,\n full of wonderful things to make and buy and consume (all wonderfully\n advertised), and if one were a misfit and the doctors found it out and", "group experimentation or happy affairs. Denise said wonderingly, \"When\n you really love someone it's all new. Isn't that strange?\" and Steven\n said, kissing her, \"No, not strange at all.\"", "how to be alike, and understand, and know, so that they would be able\n to live together. They learned in many ways, Stevie. One way was by", "the Youth Bed, he looked at the Happy Clown, and he did much better in\n kiddie-garden. He even joined in the group experimentation and was not", "popularity and a reputation as an actor. He took the lead in all the\n dramatic club plays, having particular success in the reproduction\n of a Happy Clown program. Steven, of course, was the Happy Clown. He", "sharp knife, folks!\" He paused momentarily to recover his voice, which\n had begun to shake. \"Go on being happy, go on being sheep. Wear the", "subdued, agreeable and thoroughly conventional young man, who had the\n impression that he had suffered a nervous breakdown. He was discharged\n from the Happy Hour at the end of January, innocently leaving behind", "correct him again. \"You have to learn to live with other people, to\n work and play with them, to know them, and the only way you can learn", "the group, he would not acquire the proper attitudes for successful\n community living, he would not adjust. Most shocking of all, when the\n lesson about the birdsies and beesies was telecast, he not only refused" ], [ "group experimentation or happy affairs. Denise said wonderingly, \"When\n you really love someone it's all new. Isn't that strange?\" and Steven\n said, kissing her, \"No, not strange at all.\"", "to participate in the ensuing period of group experimentation, but lost\n color and disgraced himself by being sick in his corner. It was a\n painful interview. At the end of it the monitor recommended the clinic.", "the group, he would not acquire the proper attitudes for successful\n community living, he would not adjust. Most shocking of all, when the\n lesson about the birdsies and beesies was telecast, he not only refused", "the Youth Bed, he looked at the Happy Clown, and he did much better in\n kiddie-garden. He even joined in the group experimentation and was not", "Tour and joined the Happy Scouts and had a happy affair, involving\n experimentation, with a neighbor's daughter, Harriet and Richard ceased\n to worry about him. If sometimes he felt so tightly strung-up that a", "him. They joined so passionately in the group play, clutching each\n other with their hot moist hands, panting and grinning into each\n others' faces. They were always clutching and panting and grinning, in", "large noisy groups, with large community smiles. They confused him; he\n could not tell them apart. Steven retired to a corner and turned his\n back, and when they clutched and panted and grinned at him he hit them.", "were unfortunately surprised in hospitals. Under the anesthetic they\n sometimes talked, and then, if they were adults, they were immediately\n corrected by means of Steyner's lobotomy. It had been learned that", "The first thing they did to Steven was to talk to him. The psychiatrist\n made him lie down on a foam rubber couch, kiddies' model, with the", "For two months they were together as often as they could be, talking\n intellectual treason in public under cover of conventional faces,\n and talking intellectual treason in private with excitement and", "There was never any organization, any underground, of misfits. An\n underground presupposes injustice to be fought, cruelty to be resisted,", "and kindness. It had made the world a wonderful place to live in,\n full of wonderful things to make and buy and consume (all wonderfully\n advertised), and if one were a misfit and the doctors found it out and", "revealing enough about her opinion of television, and the Happy Clown\n cult, and the state of society in general, to cause her doctors to\n raise their eyebrows pityingly and perform the Steyner at once. While", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "Steven looked at the doctor and said a very strange thing. \"They touch\n me.\" He seemed to shrink into himself. \"Not just with their hands.\"", "talent for acting. He began to conform, to adjust, to merge. He became\n social and cooperative and acquired the proper attitudes for successful\n community living. He gave up the old silver voluntarily, he accepted", "and there was no injustice and no cruelty. The mass of people were\n kind, and their leaders, duly and fairly elected, were kind. They\n all sincerely believed in the gospel of efficiency and conformity", "wary of revealing themselves, but something always seemed to happen\n to them. Some were miserable being nonconformists and asked pitifully\n for the Steyner, some were detected, as Steven had been, and some", "alike—you eat alike and dress alike and think alike. If any of you has\n an original thought you'd better suppress it, or they'll cut it out of", "made one think. A favorite nugget, which people were always writing\n in and asking him to repeat, went like this: \"We're all alike inside," ], [ "The psychiatrist said, \"Oh, but we're going to be friends, Stevie,\n and friends always use nicknames, don't they? My name's William, but\n everybody calls me Willie. You can call me Uncle Willie.\"", "She frowned. \"Why do you call me that? Call me Denny. Did you get the\n part, darling?\"\n\n\n He drew back a little. \"Yes, I got it.\"", "after a while and met a girl named Frances—Franny—whom he loved and\n who loved him. They were married in the summer and had a little house\n with as much furniture in it as they could afford. The first thing they", "made one think. A favorite nugget, which people were always writing\n in and asking him to repeat, went like this: \"We're all alike inside,", "folks, and we ought to be all alike outside.\" The Happy Clown's\n viewers were not children and adults, they were kiddies and folks.", "The boy turned his head away from the psychiatrist's shining teeth and\n said, \"My name's not Stevie. It's Steven.\" He was a thin little boy,", "Tour and joined the Happy Scouts and had a happy affair, involving\n experimentation, with a neighbor's daughter, Harriet and Richard ceased\n to worry about him. If sometimes he felt so tightly strung-up that a", "and movies and live singers and dancers and his own inimitable brand\n of philosophy and humor. Everybody loved the Happy Clown. He had been\n several different actors in thirty years, but his makeup never changed:", "sheep!\" (girls were, \"Hi, lamb!\"), and a novelty company in Des Moines\n made a quick killing with scatter pins fashioned like sheep and/or\n lambs.", "clothesies, and eat the foodsies, and don't dare think! Me—I'd rather\n be dead, and damned, and in hell!\"", "material, even the nugget, with three minutes to spare. Then he said,\n \"All right, folks, now I have a special treat for you,\" and moved", "He said, \"Are you all happy? You are, aren't you?—everybody's happy,\n because you're all sheep! All sheep, in a nice safe pasture. All", "Steven went to work in his father's supermarket and was happy among\n the shelves of Oatsies and Cornsies and Jellsies. He got over Denise", "sharp knife, folks!\" He paused momentarily to recover his voice, which\n had begun to shake. \"Go on being happy, go on being sheep. Wear the", "laugh. The Happy Clown was always so cheerful and folksy and sincere.\n He believed passionately in all the products he instructed his viewers\n to buy, and one was entirely certain that he used them all himself.", "no wrong. They said to each other, \"He laughed till he cried, did you\n notice? So did I!\" For a while teenagers addressed each other as, \"Hi,", "and kindness. It had made the world a wonderful place to live in,\n full of wonderful things to make and buy and consume (all wonderfully\n advertised), and if one were a misfit and the doctors found it out and", "it all he had. The sponsors were pleased. A week before Christmas the\n current Happy Clown retired and hobbled off to a nursing home. There", "him. They joined so passionately in the group play, clutching each\n other with their hot moist hands, panting and grinning into each\n others' faces. They were always clutching and panting and grinning, in", "and dish and cup he demanded a knife and fork and spoon from the bureau\n drawer and ate his meals from the plainest dish he could find. He ate\n them with his back stubbornly turned to the television set, away from" ], [ "The first thing they did to Steven was to talk to him. The psychiatrist\n made him lie down on a foam rubber couch, kiddies' model, with the", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "The boy turned his head away from the psychiatrist's shining teeth and\n said, \"My name's not Stevie. It's Steven.\" He was a thin little boy,", "with him. Naturally nobody ever mentions it.... But there's no hurry;\n in the case of a kiddie we can wait a while. Bring Stevie in once a\n week; we'll try therapy first.\"", "Steven looked at the doctor and said a very strange thing. \"They touch\n me.\" He seemed to shrink into himself. \"Not just with their hands.\"", "unhappy, and he certainly did not want to have his head cut open, and\n so he began to act. Even at five, Steven discovered in himself a fine", "The doctor said cheerily, \"There's nothing the matter with him. He'll\n eat when he gets hungry enough,\" and Steven did, to a degree, but not\n as if he enjoyed it.", "The interview went on for quite a while, and at the end of it Steven\n was given a series of tests which took a week. The psychiatrist had", "The psychiatrist said reasonably, \"But nobody can live by himself,\n Stevie.\" He had apparently forgotten Steven, and the boy did not", "Steven said, \"You mean the Happy Tours.\"\n\n\n \"Yes. When you're twelve years old you can go on a Happy Tour. Won't\n that be fun?\"", "Being, as the Director had said, a brilliant kiddie, Steven soon\n understood much of what was kept from him. It did not take him long", "The psychiatrist said, \"Oh, but we're going to be friends, Stevie,\n and friends always use nicknames, don't they? My name's William, but\n everybody calls me Willie. You can call me Uncle Willie.\"", "This year Steven cried, \"Ma!\" stretching out his hands toward the\n silver and uttering a string of determined sounds which were perfectly", "The doctor shook his head. \"Nothing goes farther than this room,\n Stevie—Steven.\"", "Steven was not happy in kiddie-garden. The enthusiasm the other kiddies\n showed for the lessons appalled him. The kiddies themselves appalled", "The doctor looked at him sharply. \"But you can't. Try to understand,\n Stevie, you can't. Now tell me—why don't you like to be with other\n people?\"", "The boy said politely, \"I'd rather not, please.\"\n\n\n The doctor was undismayed. \"I want to help you. You believe that, don't\n you, Stevie?\"", "The child said, \"Steven. Do I have to lie down?\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nSteven Russell was born a misfit, a nonconformist, and for the first", "If Steven had moments of bewilderment, of self-loathing, of despair,\n when the tears were real and the jaw muscles jumped to keep the mouth" ], [ "school library and the more ample university one, and having wisely\n elected to appear more stupid than he was. Even his I.Q. was now\n judged to be only slightly above normal. He left college with honors,", "Being, as the Director had said, a brilliant kiddie, Steven soon\n understood much of what was kept from him. It did not take him long", "Steven said, \"Sure, Joey,\" and allowed his sensitive face to register\n all the proper emotions. Actually his emotions were, in the vernacular", "wary of revealing themselves, but something always seemed to happen\n to them. Some were miserable being nonconformists and asked pitifully\n for the Steyner, some were detected, as Steven had been, and some", "The first thing they did to Steven was to talk to him. The psychiatrist\n made him lie down on a foam rubber couch, kiddies' model, with the", "was no fanfare—the public was not to realize that the Happy Clown was\n mortal—and Steven took over with no visible change. For five days he\n played the part to perfection.", "unhappy, and he certainly did not want to have his head cut open, and\n so he began to act. Even at five, Steven discovered in himself a fine", "popularity and a reputation as an actor. He took the lead in all the\n dramatic club plays, having particular success in the reproduction\n of a Happy Clown program. Steven, of course, was the Happy Clown. He", "Steven was not happy in kiddie-garden. The enthusiasm the other kiddies\n showed for the lessons appalled him. The kiddies themselves appalled", "The psychiatrist said reasonably, \"But nobody can live by himself,\n Stevie.\" He had apparently forgotten Steven, and the boy did not", "For a while Steven considered confessing to somebody that he was\n a—what?—an unacceptable member of society. Then they would make him", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "is by being with them. When you can't be with them personally, there's\n always television. That's how you learn, Stevie. You can't be by\n yourself.\"", "His parents thought it was very cunning of him to look at the printing\n like that, so wisely, as if he could read it! He said once to Harriet,", "The doctor said cheerily, \"There's nothing the matter with him. He'll\n eat when he gets hungry enough,\" and Steven did, to a degree, but not\n as if he enjoyed it.", "Steven said, \"All the time—not all the\ntime\n.\"\n\n\n The doctor repeated patiently, \"Why?\"", "The doctor looked at him sharply. \"But you can't. Try to understand,\n Stevie, you can't. Now tell me—why don't you like to be with other\n people?\"", "large noisy groups, with large community smiles. They confused him; he\n could not tell them apart. Steven retired to a corner and turned his\n back, and when they clutched and panted and grinned at him he hit them.", "At the end of the tests the Director said seriously to Steven's\n parents, \"I'll be frank with you. You have a brilliant kiddie", "her. She broke the engagement and was heard to say that Stevie Russell\n had proved himself an absolute fool. He was miserable over it, though\n he had only a hazy idea of what he had done or why Denny should" ], [ "The psychiatrist said reasonably, \"But nobody can live by himself,\n Stevie.\" He had apparently forgotten Steven, and the boy did not", "The doctor said cheerily, \"There's nothing the matter with him. He'll\n eat when he gets hungry enough,\" and Steven did, to a degree, but not\n as if he enjoyed it.", "intruded and trespassed upon, continually touched in ways other than\n physical, he was yet lonely.\nDuring his life he had met a few other nonconformists, shy, like him,", "they always threw themselves at him; and he got along well with other\n young men, who forgave him for being so handsome because he did not\n work at it except on camera; but he was lonely. Surrounded by people,", "The doctor looked at him sharply. \"But you can't. Try to understand,\n Stevie, you can't. Now tell me—why don't you like to be with other\n people?\"", "For a while Steven considered confessing to somebody that he was\n a—what?—an unacceptable member of society. Then they would make him", "Steven said, \"If I could go alone.\"", "wary of revealing themselves, but something always seemed to happen\n to them. Some were miserable being nonconformists and asked pitifully\n for the Steyner, some were detected, as Steven had been, and some", "Steven was not happy in kiddie-garden. The enthusiasm the other kiddies\n showed for the lessons appalled him. The kiddies themselves appalled", "is by being with them. When you can't be with them personally, there's\n always television. That's how you learn, Stevie. You can't be by\n yourself.\"", "If Steven had moments of bewilderment, of self-loathing, of despair,\n when the tears were real and the jaw muscles jumped to keep the mouth", "large noisy groups, with large community smiles. They confused him; he\n could not tell them apart. Steven retired to a corner and turned his\n back, and when they clutched and panted and grinned at him he hit them.", "The boy looked up and said starkly, \"Never?\"\n\n\n The gleaming teeth showed. \"But why should you want to?\"\n\n\n Steven said, \"I don't know.\"", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "The first thing they did to Steven was to talk to him. The psychiatrist\n made him lie down on a foam rubber couch, kiddies' model, with the", "Steven looked at the doctor and said a very strange thing. \"They touch\n me.\" He seemed to shrink into himself. \"Not just with their hands.\"", "popularity and a reputation as an actor. He took the lead in all the\n dramatic club plays, having particular success in the reproduction\n of a Happy Clown program. Steven, of course, was the Happy Clown. He", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nSteven Russell was born a misfit, a nonconformist, and for the first", "was no fanfare—the public was not to realize that the Happy Clown was\n mortal—and Steven took over with no visible change. For five days he\n played the part to perfection.", "unhappy, and he certainly did not want to have his head cut open, and\n so he began to act. Even at five, Steven discovered in himself a fine" ], [ "like Denise. He shuddered. Did he really want to be like Denise? Some\n stubborn pride in him refused it.", "He took her to meet his family—Denise's family lived three thousand\n miles away—and she behaved with such perfect decorum and charm that", "She frowned. \"Why do you call me that? Call me Denny. Did you get the\n part, darling?\"\n\n\n He drew back a little. \"Yes, I got it.\"", "He was still feeling ill when they let him in to see Denise. He sat\n down beside her bed and spoke to her urgently. \"Denise, talk to me.\n Please, Denise!\"", "her, but nobody came. Denise had apparently said nothing about him.\n Some censor or other—perhaps it was the censor of love—had kept her\n from even saying his name.", "Over staggering competition he got the part. He called Denise up at\n once from a booth at the studio to tell her. Polly answered the phone,", "They made love in Denise's apartment when her roommate\n Pauline—Polly—was out, as awkwardly as if there had never been any", "he happened to think of, to Denise and the sponsors, when they all came\n pouring out of the booth. Then he collapsed.\nSteven's Steyner was a complete success. He recovered from it a", "Denise was lost to him. The outburst in the studio, and the Steyner,\n and the loss of the Happy Clown part were cumulatively too much for", "On the sixth day he performed as usual, perhaps a little better. His\n commercials had a special fervor, and the sponsors exchanged happy\n glances. Denise was sitting in the booth with them; she smiled at\n Steven lovingly through the glass.", "Steven went to see Denise every day though after the first time she\n was not awake to know him. The doctors were keeping her under sedation\n until the head bandage could be removed. So far as Denise was to", "the cast. Denise—called Denny, of course—was a pleasantly plain young\n woman with a whimsical face which photographed pretty, and remarkable", "When Denise left the hospital for the hotel where she would stay until\n the wedding, Steven was more gentle with her than ever, kinder and", "Richard and Harriet were delighted and as eager as Steven for the\n wedding. Steven had agreed reluctantly to put it off until Denise\n had a chance to introduce him to her parents; they were coming East", "looking pale and frightened over the viewer, and said rapidly, \"Oh,\n Stevie, I've been trying to get you for an hour. Denny's sick. They\n took her to the hospital!\"", "She opened her eyes, looked at him drowsily and smiled. \"Oh, Stevie,\n I'm so glad you came. I've been wanting you, darling.\"\n\n\n Steven said, \"Denise—\"", "The doctors caught Denise's appendix in time to avoid the necessary but\n rarely fatal complications ... but under the anesthetic she talked,", "her. She broke the engagement and was heard to say that Stevie Russell\n had proved himself an absolute fool. He was miserable over it, though\n he had only a hazy idea of what he had done or why Denny should", "Richard said through dry lips, \"You mean a Steyner?\"\n\n\n The Director nodded. \"The only thing.\"", "laughter and sometimes tears—falling in love. They planned, after\n much discussion, to be married and to bring up a dozen clever rebel\n children. Denise said soberly, \"They'd better be clever, because" ] ]

[ "Why were the aliens not able to make telepathic connection with important Earthlings? ", "Why were the people Riuku was initially able to contact not of use to him? ", "Why did Alice skip her shield boosting on Thursday night? ", "Why did Pete prefer Alice to Susan? ", "Why was Riuku able to integrate with Alice’s thoughts? ", "Why was Riuku initially not able to gain any information from Alice?", "Why was Riuku unable to physically control Alice despite being telepathically linked? ", "Why was Alice able to get away with going to shield charging on the wrong night? ", "How was Susan able to determine what was happening between Pete and Alice ", "Why was Riuku trapped in Alice’s mind when Nagor left?" ]

[ [ "The earthlings did not have enough telepathic ability ", "The earthlings were using a technology that blocked their thoughts ", "The aliens could not get close enough in distance to the earthlings ", "The earthlings never left a secure location " ], [ "They did not work at the factory", "They were too mentally shielded", "They were trained to clear their minds when contacted ", "They were only concerned with social issues between one another " ], [ "So that she could see Pete", "To avoid seeing Susan ", "So that she could see Susan at shield boosting on Friday", "Because her shield was still 70% of the way full " ], [ "Alice was willing to skip the shield boosting ", "Alice was more intelligent ", "Alive was more physically attractive ", "Alice took more risks " ], [ "Alice was preoccupied by thinking about Pete", "Riuku and the alien ship reached a close enough physical distance ", "Alice fell asleep and let her guard down ", "Alice had skipped shield boosting the previous day " ], [ "She did not know any important information", "She underwent shield boosting and her shield was too strong ", "She was aware of Riuku’s presence ", "She was preoccupied with interpersonal matters " ], [ "Humans lacked the telepathic capacity to be fully controlled ", "He would reveal his presence to the Earthmen by doing so ", "Her mind shield was at too strong of a level ", "He was in the orbit of Mars and too physically far away from Earth " ], [ "Paula helped her distract the guards responsible for keeping track of everyone ", "She swapped a different color tag onto her ID badge", "Riuku helped guide her thoughts so that she could fool the guards ", "Her shield was still almost fully charged " ], [ "By following them ", "By hiring private investigators ", "By bugging Pete’s copter", "All of the other answers are correct " ], [ "Riuku was too fully integrated to break free", "Nagor was punishing Riuku for failing his mission", "Riuku no longer wanted to leave Earth", "Nagor could no longer hear Riuku and thought he was lost " ] ]

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[ [ "If only these Earthmen were more telepathic, so that they could be\n controlled directly. Still, perhaps with this new integration he could\n accomplish the same results. He prodded again.", "\"No,\" Riuku said. \"I haven't had any luck. And I can tell you right\n now that I'm not going to have any, and no one else is going to have\n any either. The Earthmen are too well shielded.\"", "\"No,\" Riuku said flatly. \"They're shielded. Perfectly I can't make\n contact with a single mind down there that has the faintest inkling of", "Fools, he thought. Idiotic Earthmen. If it weren't for your ridiculous\n reproductive habits I'd have found out everything. As it is....", "was he supposed to understand what goes on in a woman's mind\n when the male of the same species didn't even know?\nIn their ship just beyond the orbit of Mars the two aliens sat looking", "Defeat. The long, interstellar search for another race, a race less\n technologically advanced than this one, and all because of a stupid\n Earth female.", "Riuku listened to her half of the conversation. Stupid Earthman. If\n only she'd start thinking about the job. Or if only his contact with", "wouldn't be able to get back through the Shielding. It was hard enough\n to reach out through it. He sent a painful probing feeler out into", "\"Can cost Earth a ship. I know. Quit spouting poster talk at me, Pete\n Ganley. The enemy isn't even human. And there aren't any around here.\"", "Riuku forced his way up through the erotic dreams of Alice Hendricks.\n \"I know a little,\" he said. \"They damp their thought waves somehow,\n and keep us from spotting the Corcoran field.\"", "haven't much time. We lost three more ships today, and there wasn't a\n sign of danger. No Earthman nearby, no force fields, nothing. You've\n got to find out why.\" Those ships just disappeared.", "The plant. The Restricted Area. The useless secret of Earth's now\n unneeded weapon. Alice Hendricks glancing past it, at the spot welding\n machine, at Tommy.", "even know there's an Earth ship within a million miles, until\nBingo\n!...\"", "Police. Fear, all the way through Alice's thoughts, all the way\n through Riuku. Police. Earth law. That meant—it must mean he'd been\n discovered, that they had some other means of protection besides the\n Shielding....", "Contact thinned as he reached out away from her, toward Nagor, toward\n the ship. He fought his way out through the Shielding, away from her\n and her thoughts and every detestable thing about her. Break free,", "It was easy, once he'd found her. He had tested hundreds, all\n shielded, some almost accessible to him, but none vulnerable enough.", "Nagor looked out through the ports of the spaceship, which didn't in\n the least resemble an Earth spaceship, any more than what Nagor\n considered sight resembled the corresponding Earth sense perception.\n He frowned.", "The others were fleeing, getting farther away even as he listened to\n Nagor's call. Contact was hard to maintain now; he could feel\n communication fading.", "her were better. If he could use her sense perceptions, see through\n her eyes, hear through her ears, feel through her fingers, then\n everything would be easy. But he couldn't. All he could do was read", "tried contacting Nagor. He'd learned nothing useful. He'd picked up\n nothing in her mind except more thoughts of Pete, and gee, maybe" ], [ "\"Riuku, you're the only one of us with any possible sort of contact.\n You've got to find out, if we're to stay here at all.\"", "\"Yes. I've got a contact. A girl. But I haven't learned anything yet\n that can help us.\"\n\n\n \"Louder, Riuku. I can hardly hear you....\"", "\"No,\" Riuku said flatly. \"They're shielded. Perfectly I can't make\n contact with a single mind down there that has the faintest inkling of", "Riuku waited. He prodded. He understood the Restricted Area as she\n understood it—which was not at all. He found out some things about", "\"No,\" Riuku said. \"I haven't had any luck. And I can tell you right\n now that I'm not going to have any, and no one else is going to have\n any either. The Earthmen are too well shielded.\"", "Riuku probed. Her thoughts were easy enough to read, but just try to\n translate them into anything useful.... He probed deeper. The plugs", "And neither had Riuku.\nRiuku waited until she'd fallen soundly asleep that night before he", "The machines. Riuku prodded at her thoughts, wishing he could\n influence them, wishing that just for a moment he could see, hear,\n feel,\nthink\nas she would never think.", "\"Have you found out anything, Riuku?\"\n\n\n \"Not yet.\"", "But she was asleep at last. Riuku was free enough of her thoughts to\n break contact, partially of course, since if he broke it completely he", "Riuku listened to her half of the conversation. Stupid Earthman. If\n only she'd start thinking about the job. Or if only his contact with", "Good, Riuku thought. Now she'll be working. Now he'd find out whatever\n it was she was doing. Not that it would be important, of course, but", "Riuku twisted his way through her thoughts, tried to push them\n down....\nDoes he love me, he's got to love me, sure he does, he just", "And Riuku gibbered unheard in her mind.", "\"Riuku!\" Nagor's call was harsh, urgent. \"You've got to find out. We", "Riuku prodded. Calm down, you fool. You're not gaining anything this\n way. Calm down, so I can get out of here....\n\n\n Alice Hendricks stopped yelling abruptly.", "Riuku sighed. \"I'll try,\" he said.\nSomeone put another dollar in the juke box, and the theremins started", "And then, in the midst of her thoughts, the pain, driving deep into\n Riuku, twisting at him, wrenching at him, until there was no\n consciousness of anything at all.", "\"Well,\" Nagor said doubtfully. \"All right. But hurry. We haven't much\n time at all.\"\n\n\n \"I'll hurry,\" Riuku promised. \"I'll be back with you tonight.\"", "\"Nagor....\"\n\n\n \"Riuku? Is that you?\"" ], [ "turn them off. Twelve-ten. Alice got off work at Houston's at twelve.\n She ought to be here by now. She would be, if it weren't Thursday.\n Shield boosting night for her.", "able to find one. No, the only thing to do was stay with her, curl\n deep in her mind and go through the Shielding boost, and later on....", "Then this one came. The shield was so far down that contact was almost\n easy. Painful, tiring, but not really difficult. He could feel her", "they have boosting night the same for all departments? He had to stay\n late every Friday and Alice every Thursday, and all the time there was\n Susan at home ready to jump him if he wasn't in at a reasonable", "He shivered a little, thinking of the boost. He'd survive it, of\n course. He'd be too well integrated with her by then. But it was\n nothing to look forward to.", "Still, he needn't worry about it. He had the whole shift to find out\n what the weapon was. The whole shift, here inside Alice's mind, inside", "\"But Alice....\" Pete Ganley swallowed his beer and signaled for\n another. \"This is serious. You've got to keep the shields up. The\n enemy is everywhere. Why, right now, one could be probing you.\"", "let him learn what her job was, and what those other girls' jobs were,\n and in a little while he'd have all the data he needed. Maybe even\n before the shift ended tonight, before she went through the Shielding", "\"Riuku!\"\n\n\n \"I—I can't!\"\n\n\n The Shielding boost, that had integrated him so completely with Alice\n Hendricks, would never let him go.", "supposed to go through Shielding on Thursday has the department number\n stamped on a yellow background. So all I did was make a red\n background, like yours, and slip it on in the restroom at Clean-up", "Riuku forced his way up through the erotic dreams of Alice Hendricks.\n \"I know a little,\" he said. \"They damp their thought waves somehow,\n and keep us from spotting the Corcoran field.\"", "Police. Fear, all the way through Alice's thoughts, all the way\n through Riuku. Police. Earth law. That meant—it must mean he'd been\n discovered, that they had some other means of protection besides the\n Shielding....", "And neither had Riuku.\nRiuku waited until she'd fallen soundly asleep that night before he", "came into focus again. Alice's thoughts were clearer than ever\n suddenly. He could feel her emotions; they were a part of him now. He\n smiled. The Shielding boost had helped him. Integration—much more", "that. It's not right. But it's different, with Susan such a mean\n thing. Poor Petey....\nRiuku prodded. He found it so much easier since the Shielding boost.", "\"It's coming through now, Nagor.\"\n\n\n \"—a very simple power source, once you get the basics of it. You—oh,\n oh!\" He grabbed her arm. \"Duck, Alice!\"", "At the end of the shift he had learned nothing. Nothing about the\n weapon, that is. He had found out a good deal about the sex life of", "Why, he asked himself irritably, couldn't those scientists figure out\n some way to keep the shields up longer than a week? Or else why didn't", "Alice ducked down away from her. Pictures. Oh God, what it would make\n her look like. Still, this hag with the pinched up face who couldn't", "Contact thinned as he reached out away from her, toward Nagor, toward\n the ship. He fought his way out through the Shielding, away from her\n and her thoughts and every detestable thing about her. Break free," ], [ "\"Pete....\" But he wouldn't meet Alice's eyes. And when Susan took his\n arm, he followed her.", "\"That's better,\" Susan said. \"Pete, your taste in women gets worse\n each time. I don't know why I always take you back.\"\n\n\n \"I can explain everything.\"", "\"But Pete, honey,\" Alice said. \"What did you come over to the gate\n for? You shouldn't of done it.\"\n\n\n \"Why not? I wanted to see you.\"", "\"Pete,\" Alice said suddenly. \"What are we working on, anyway?\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean, working on?\" He frowned at her.", "\"Oh, Pete,\" Alice Hendricks whispered. \"Petey, you're not—\"", "\"Pete Ganley, you fall for anything, don't you?\"\n\n\n \"Susan!\"", "He didn't sound like Pete.\n\n\n \"Why?\" Alice said. \"Are you afraid she'll divorce you?\"", "\"I wouldn't know. I've got something better to look at.\"\n\n\n \"Oh,\nyou\n!\"\n\n\n Compared to Pete, he didn't have anything, not anything at all.", "\"Surprised, Pete?\" Alice Hendricks said at his elbow.", "Don't they ever think of anything but their kids? Alice thought. She\n stopped listening to them. She heard Pete's voice again, husky and", "Fear. What'll she do? Susan's a hellcat. I know she is. But maybe\n Pete'll get really sick and tired of her. He looks it. He looks mad.", "Pete looked over at her. She was pouting, the upper lip drawn under\n the lower. Someone must have told her that was cute. Well, so what—it\n was cute.", "He was staring straight ahead, his hands locked about the controls. He\n was sort of—well, distant. Not her Petey any more. Someone else's\n Pete. Susan's Pete....", "...\nPete. Gee, he must have got home awful late last night. Wonder\n what Susan said to him. Why does he keep taking her lip, anyway?", "that. It's not right. But it's different, with Susan such a mean\n thing. Poor Petey....\nRiuku prodded. He found it so much easier since the Shielding boost.", "\"Whatever made you think of that?\" He laughed suddenly. He turned to\n her, still laughing. He was the old Pete again, she thought, with his", "\"Oh, her.\" Alice touched the tip of the iron to the solder filled pin,\n worked the wire down into position. \"What can she do? Pete doesn't\n give a damn about her.\"", "Petes with gleaming eyes and clutching hands and good little Alices\n pushing them away—for the moment.", "\"But surely you can find out through the girl,\" Nagor insisted from\n far away, almost out of phase altogether.\n\n\n \"No, Pete!\" Alice Hendricks said aloud.", "\"Sure,\" Alice said. \"And you should of seen Pete's face when I walked\n in.\"" ], [ "She drank it in, and in her mind Riuku did too. Wonderful integration,\n wonderful. Partial thought control. And now, he'd learn the secret....", "\"Riuku, if you don't come now....\"\n\n\n He fought, but Alice's thoughts were still with him; Alice's tears\n still kept bringing him back into full awareness of her.", "Riuku probed. Her thoughts were easy enough to read, but just try to\n translate them into anything useful.... He probed deeper. The plugs", "\"Riuku!\"\n\n\n \"I—I can't!\"\n\n\n The Shielding boost, that had integrated him so completely with Alice\n Hendricks, would never let him go.", "Riuku forced his way up through the erotic dreams of Alice Hendricks.\n \"I know a little,\" he said. \"They damp their thought waves somehow,\n and keep us from spotting the Corcoran field.\"", "Riuku prodded. The drink made his job easier. Alice's thoughts calmed,\n swirled away from Susan and what am I going to do and why didn't I", "The machines. Riuku prodded at her thoughts, wishing he could\n influence them, wishing that just for a moment he could see, hear,\n feel,\nthink\nas she would never think.", "Riuku waited. He prodded. He understood the Restricted Area as she\n understood it—which was not at all. He found out some things about", "But she was asleep at last. Riuku was free enough of her thoughts to\n break contact, partially of course, since if he broke it completely he", "came into focus again. Alice's thoughts were clearer than ever\n suddenly. He could feel her emotions; they were a part of him now. He\n smiled. The Shielding boost had helped him. Integration—much more", "Riuku prodded. Calm down, you fool. You're not gaining anything this\n way. Calm down, so I can get out of here....\n\n\n Alice Hendricks stopped yelling abruptly.", "Riuku twisted his way through her thoughts, tried to push them\n down....\nDoes he love me, he's got to love me, sure he does, he just", "And then, in the midst of her thoughts, the pain, driving deep into\n Riuku, twisting at him, wrenching at him, until there was no\n consciousness of anything at all.", "And neither had Riuku.\nRiuku waited until she'd fallen soundly asleep that night before he", "He twisted, trying to pull free of Alice's fear, away from the\n integration of their separate terrors. But he couldn't push her\n thoughts back from his. She was too frightened. He was too frightened.\n The bond held.", "\"Yeah, and I know a lot about you too!\" Alice Hendricks cried.\n\n\n \"Why, let me get my hands on you....\"\n\n\n \"Riuku!\"", "Police. Fear, all the way through Alice's thoughts, all the way\n through Riuku. Police. Earth law. That meant—it must mean he'd been\n discovered, that they had some other means of protection besides the\n Shielding....", "\"I don't know.\" Alice's thoughts washed over him, pulling him back\n into complete integration, away from Nagor, into a medley of heroic", "\"No,\" Riuku said flatly. \"They're shielded. Perfectly I can't make\n contact with a single mind down there that has the faintest inkling of", "\"Riuku, you're the only one of us with any possible sort of contact.\n You've got to find out, if we're to stay here at all.\"" ], [ "\"Riuku, if you don't come now....\"\n\n\n He fought, but Alice's thoughts were still with him; Alice's tears\n still kept bringing him back into full awareness of her.", "Riuku prodded. Calm down, you fool. You're not gaining anything this\n way. Calm down, so I can get out of here....\n\n\n Alice Hendricks stopped yelling abruptly.", "Riuku waited. He prodded. He understood the Restricted Area as she\n understood it—which was not at all. He found out some things about", "Riuku forced his way up through the erotic dreams of Alice Hendricks.\n \"I know a little,\" he said. \"They damp their thought waves somehow,\n and keep us from spotting the Corcoran field.\"", "Riuku probed. Her thoughts were easy enough to read, but just try to\n translate them into anything useful.... He probed deeper. The plugs", "Riuku prodded. The drink made his job easier. Alice's thoughts calmed,\n swirled away from Susan and what am I going to do and why didn't I", "\"Have you found out anything, Riuku?\"\n\n\n \"Not yet.\"", "\"Yes. I've got a contact. A girl. But I haven't learned anything yet\n that can help us.\"\n\n\n \"Louder, Riuku. I can hardly hear you....\"", "And neither had Riuku.\nRiuku waited until she'd fallen soundly asleep that night before he", "She drank it in, and in her mind Riuku did too. Wonderful integration,\n wonderful. Partial thought control. And now, he'd learn the secret....", "The machines. Riuku prodded at her thoughts, wishing he could\n influence them, wishing that just for a moment he could see, hear,\n feel,\nthink\nas she would never think.", "\"Riuku!\"\n\n\n \"I—I can't!\"\n\n\n The Shielding boost, that had integrated him so completely with Alice\n Hendricks, would never let him go.", "\"Yeah, and I know a lot about you too!\" Alice Hendricks cried.\n\n\n \"Why, let me get my hands on you....\"\n\n\n \"Riuku!\"", "\"Riuku, you're the only one of us with any possible sort of contact.\n You've got to find out, if we're to stay here at all.\"", "\"No,\" Riuku said flatly. \"They're shielded. Perfectly I can't make\n contact with a single mind down there that has the faintest inkling of", "Good, Riuku thought. Now she'll be working. Now he'd find out whatever\n it was she was doing. Not that it would be important, of course, but", "Riuku twisted his way through her thoughts, tried to push them\n down....\nDoes he love me, he's got to love me, sure he does, he just", "And Riuku gibbered unheard in her mind.", "And then, in the midst of her thoughts, the pain, driving deep into\n Riuku, twisting at him, wrenching at him, until there was no\n consciousness of anything at all.", "But she was asleep at last. Riuku was free enough of her thoughts to\n break contact, partially of course, since if he broke it completely he" ], [ "\"Riuku, if you don't come now....\"\n\n\n He fought, but Alice's thoughts were still with him; Alice's tears\n still kept bringing him back into full awareness of her.", "\"Riuku!\"\n\n\n \"I—I can't!\"\n\n\n The Shielding boost, that had integrated him so completely with Alice\n Hendricks, would never let him go.", "She drank it in, and in her mind Riuku did too. Wonderful integration,\n wonderful. Partial thought control. And now, he'd learn the secret....", "Riuku prodded. Calm down, you fool. You're not gaining anything this\n way. Calm down, so I can get out of here....\n\n\n Alice Hendricks stopped yelling abruptly.", "The machines. Riuku prodded at her thoughts, wishing he could\n influence them, wishing that just for a moment he could see, hear,\n feel,\nthink\nas she would never think.", "Riuku forced his way up through the erotic dreams of Alice Hendricks.\n \"I know a little,\" he said. \"They damp their thought waves somehow,\n and keep us from spotting the Corcoran field.\"", "But she was asleep at last. Riuku was free enough of her thoughts to\n break contact, partially of course, since if he broke it completely he", "He twisted, trying to pull free of Alice's fear, away from the\n integration of their separate terrors. But he couldn't push her\n thoughts back from his. She was too frightened. He was too frightened.\n The bond held.", "\"No,\" Riuku said flatly. \"They're shielded. Perfectly I can't make\n contact with a single mind down there that has the faintest inkling of", "Riuku probed. Her thoughts were easy enough to read, but just try to\n translate them into anything useful.... He probed deeper. The plugs", "Riuku waited. He prodded. He understood the Restricted Area as she\n understood it—which was not at all. He found out some things about", "And then, in the midst of her thoughts, the pain, driving deep into\n Riuku, twisting at him, wrenching at him, until there was no\n consciousness of anything at all.", "Riuku twisted his way through her thoughts, tried to push them\n down....\nDoes he love me, he's got to love me, sure he does, he just", "Riuku prodded. The drink made his job easier. Alice's thoughts calmed,\n swirled away from Susan and what am I going to do and why didn't I", "And neither had Riuku.\nRiuku waited until she'd fallen soundly asleep that night before he", "And Riuku gibbered unheard in her mind.", "\"Yeah, and I know a lot about you too!\" Alice Hendricks cried.\n\n\n \"Why, let me get my hands on you....\"\n\n\n \"Riuku!\"", "Police. Fear, all the way through Alice's thoughts, all the way\n through Riuku. Police. Earth law. That meant—it must mean he'd been\n discovered, that they had some other means of protection besides the\n Shielding....", "Alice Hendricks stirred in her sleep. The dream images slipped through\n her subconscious, almost waking her, beating against Riuku.\n\n\n Pete, baby, you shouldn't be like that....", "If only these Earthmen were more telepathic, so that they could be\n controlled directly. Still, perhaps with this new integration he could\n accomplish the same results. He prodded again." ], [ "turn them off. Twelve-ten. Alice got off work at Houston's at twelve.\n She ought to be here by now. She would be, if it weren't Thursday.\n Shield boosting night for her.", "Alice followed his gaze. She giggled. \"It was easy,\" she said. \"The\n guards don't do more than glance at us, you know. And everyone who's", "Then this one came. The shield was so far down that contact was almost\n easy. Painful, tiring, but not really difficult. He could feel her", "let him learn what her job was, and what those other girls' jobs were,\n and in a little while he'd have all the data he needed. Maybe even\n before the shift ended tonight, before she went through the Shielding", "able to find one. No, the only thing to do was stay with her, curl\n deep in her mind and go through the Shielding boost, and later on....", "Still, he needn't worry about it. He had the whole shift to find out\n what the weapon was. The whole shift, here inside Alice's mind, inside", "they have boosting night the same for all departments? He had to stay\n late every Friday and Alice every Thursday, and all the time there was\n Susan at home ready to jump him if he wasn't in at a reasonable", "Police. Fear, all the way through Alice's thoughts, all the way\n through Riuku. Police. Earth law. That meant—it must mean he'd been\n discovered, that they had some other means of protection besides the\n Shielding....", "supposed to go through Shielding on Thursday has the department number\n stamped on a yellow background. So all I did was make a red\n background, like yours, and slip it on in the restroom at Clean-up", "Riuku forced his way up through the erotic dreams of Alice Hendricks.\n \"I know a little,\" he said. \"They damp their thought waves somehow,\n and keep us from spotting the Corcoran field.\"", "that. It's not right. But it's different, with Susan such a mean\n thing. Poor Petey....\nRiuku prodded. He found it so much easier since the Shielding boost.", "\"It's coming through now, Nagor.\"\n\n\n \"—a very simple power source, once you get the basics of it. You—oh,\n oh!\" He grabbed her arm. \"Duck, Alice!\"", "It was easy, once he'd found her. He had tested hundreds, all\n shielded, some almost accessible to him, but none vulnerable enough.", "\"So what? I'm getting tired of checking in every night, like a baby.\n Besides, one of her pals did see us, last night, at the bar.\"", "Alice shrugged....\nWhat a mealy-mouthed little snip Lois could be,\n sometimes. You'd think to hear her that she was better than any of", "Alice Hendricks didn't know. Alice Hendricks didn't care.", "started in on the second. So old Liverlips thought she wasted time,\n did he? Well, she'd show him. She'd get out her sixteen plugs tonight.", "\"But Alice....\" Pete Ganley swallowed his beer and signaled for\n another. \"This is serious. You've got to keep the shields up. The\n enemy is everywhere. Why, right now, one could be probing you.\"", "\"Whaddya mean, my shield's low? How could it be?\"\n... If he checks\n the tag I'll be fired for sure. It's a lot of nonsense anyway. The", "\"So what? The dial isn't down to Danger yet. And tomorrow I'll just\n put the red tag back on over the yellow one and go through Shielding" ], [ "\"Pete....\" But he wouldn't meet Alice's eyes. And when Susan took his\n arm, he followed her.", "\"That's better,\" Susan said. \"Pete, your taste in women gets worse\n each time. I don't know why I always take you back.\"\n\n\n \"I can explain everything.\"", "\"Pete,\" Alice said suddenly. \"What are we working on, anyway?\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean, working on?\" He frowned at her.", "\"Pete Ganley, you fall for anything, don't you?\"\n\n\n \"Susan!\"", "Fear. What'll she do? Susan's a hellcat. I know she is. But maybe\n Pete'll get really sick and tired of her. He looks it. He looks mad.", "\"But surely you can find out through the girl,\" Nagor insisted from\n far away, almost out of phase altogether.\n\n\n \"No, Pete!\" Alice Hendricks said aloud.", "\"Surprised, Pete?\" Alice Hendricks said at his elbow.", "\"It's Susan, who else,\" he said grimly. \"She was really sounding off\n today. She kept saying she had a lot of evidence and I'd better be", "Don't they ever think of anything but their kids? Alice thought. She\n stopped listening to them. She heard Pete's voice again, husky and", "\"Oh, Pete,\" Alice Hendricks whispered. \"Petey, you're not—\"", "...\nPete. Gee, he must have got home awful late last night. Wonder\n what Susan said to him. Why does he keep taking her lip, anyway?", "\"You really want to know how it works?\" Pete Ganley said. When she\n nodded he couldn't help grinning. \"Well, it's analogous to the field", "He was staring straight ahead, his hands locked about the controls. He\n was sort of—well, distant. Not her Petey any more. Someone else's\n Pete. Susan's Pete....", "\"But Pete, honey,\" Alice said. \"What did you come over to the gate\n for? You shouldn't of done it.\"\n\n\n \"Why not? I wanted to see you.\"", "that. It's not right. But it's different, with Susan such a mean\n thing. Poor Petey....\nRiuku prodded. He found it so much easier since the Shielding boost.", "in the same line with you. They won't notice.\" She giggled again. \"I\n thought it was smart, Petey. You oughta think so too. You know why I\n did it, don't you?\"", "\"In a little while. Just a little while.\" Stop thinking about Susan,\n you biological schizo. Change the subject. You'll never get anything\n out of that man by having hysterics....", "He didn't sound like Pete.\n\n\n \"Why?\" Alice said. \"Are you afraid she'll divorce you?\"", "\"Whatever made you think of that?\" He laughed suddenly. He turned to\n her, still laughing. He was the old Pete again, she thought, with his", "Riuku prodded. The drink made his job easier. Alice's thoughts calmed,\n swirled away from Susan and what am I going to do and why didn't I" ], [ "\"Well,\" Nagor said doubtfully. \"All right. But hurry. We haven't much\n time at all.\"\n\n\n \"I'll hurry,\" Riuku promised. \"I'll be back with you tonight.\"", "\"Riuku, if you don't come now....\"\n\n\n He fought, but Alice's thoughts were still with him; Alice's tears\n still kept bringing him back into full awareness of her.", "\"Riuku!\"\n\n\n \"I—I can't!\"\n\n\n The Shielding boost, that had integrated him so completely with Alice\n Hendricks, would never let him go.", "But she was asleep at last. Riuku was free enough of her thoughts to\n break contact, partially of course, since if he broke it completely he", "\"Nagor....\"\n\n\n \"Riuku? Is that you?\"", "Riuku prodded. Calm down, you fool. You're not gaining anything this\n way. Calm down, so I can get out of here....\n\n\n Alice Hendricks stopped yelling abruptly.", "Riuku prodded. The drink made his job easier. Alice's thoughts calmed,\n swirled away from Susan and what am I going to do and why didn't I", "And then, in the midst of her thoughts, the pain, driving deep into\n Riuku, twisting at him, wrenching at him, until there was no\n consciousness of anything at all.", "And neither had Riuku.\nRiuku waited until she'd fallen soundly asleep that night before he", "Riuku waited. He prodded. He understood the Restricted Area as she\n understood it—which was not at all. He found out some things about", "She was stretched out on the couch in the restroom lobby taking a\n short nap—on company time, old Liverlips being tied up with the new\n girls down at the other end of the line—when Riuku finally managed to\n call Nagor again.", "Riuku forced his way up through the erotic dreams of Alice Hendricks.\n \"I know a little,\" he said. \"They damp their thought waves somehow,\n and keep us from spotting the Corcoran field.\"", "\"Riuku!\" Nagor's call was harsh, urgent. \"You've got to find out. We", "\"Nagor, I'm getting it,\" Riuku called. \"I'll bring it all back with\n me. Just a minute and I'll have it.\"", "And Riuku gibbered unheard in her mind.", "Riuku cursed her again, in the lingua franca of a dozen systems.\n Nagor's voice faded. Riuku switched back to English.", "Riuku twisted his way through her thoughts, tried to push them\n down....\nDoes he love me, he's got to love me, sure he does, he just", "She drank it in, and in her mind Riuku did too. Wonderful integration,\n wonderful. Partial thought control. And now, he'd learn the secret....", "\"No,\" Riuku said flatly. \"They're shielded. Perfectly I can't make\n contact with a single mind down there that has the faintest inkling of", "Contact thinned as he reached out away from her, toward Nagor, toward\n the ship. He fought his way out through the Shielding, away from her\n and her thoughts and every detestable thing about her. Break free," ] ]

[ "Why was Sol Becker initially wanting to spend the night at Mom’s house? ", "What excecution was Mom talking about at the beginning of the story? ", "What was the location of the “palace” mentioned in the story? ", "Why was Mr. Becker on a road trip? ", "Why did everyone in the town know what Armagon was? ", "Why were Mr. Dawes and Mr. Becker visiting the Sherrif?", "How had Mr. Brundage been killed? ", "How did the townspeople react to Mr. Becker’s questions about Armagon? ", "What happened to Mr. Becker when he arrived to Armagon? " ]

[ [ "He had business with Mr. Dawes", "He needed a place to rest on his road trip to the wedding", "To find out more about Armagon", "Because his car had been stolen " ], [ "Mr. Brundage’s execution ", "Mr. Dawes’ execution ", "Charlie’s exception ", "Mr. Becker’s execution " ], [ "The courthouse of the town ", "A location in Armagon ", "The center square of the town ", "The location where the wedding was taking place " ], [ "To go to a friend’s wedding ", "To investigate the executions in Armagon", "To write a journalism piece on the town ", "To retrieve his stolen car " ], [ "Not everyone who lived in the town knew what Armagon was ", "The stories of Armagon were very popular in the town ", "They all visited Armagon when they slept ", "It was a secret location for the townspeople to meet " ], [ "To alert the state police about Mr. Becker’s stolen car", "To alert the authorities about the recent murder ", "To try and stop the execution from occurring ", "To learn more about what Armagon was " ], [ "He had been killed by the Sherrif ", "His wife had murdered him", "He had been executed at the courthouse in the town ", "He had been killed in Armagon" ], [ "They filled him in on the fact that it was a dream world ", "They pretended to not know what he was talking about ", "They refused to give him any information ", "They threatened him " ], [ "He was trapped there forever ", "He was made into a knight ", "He was abruptly woken up ", "He was killed " ] ]

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[ [ "\"Just another night,\" Sol\n told her, trying to shake the\n girl off. \"If it's okay with\n your folks. They haven't\n found my car yet.\"", "\"Of course Mr. Becker's\n stayin',\" Mom said. \"He's our\n guest.\"", "nightgown, and was busily\n clutching a worn house-robe\n around her expansive middle.\n She blinked at Sol Becker's", "Sol laughed feebly. \"I\n guess they would at that.\"\n\n\n \"Goodnight,\" Dawes said.\n\n\n \"Goodnight.\"", "At eleven-thirty, a brown-faced\n State Trooper came to\n call, and Sol told his story.\n He was promised nothing,\n and told to stay in town until\n he was contacted again by\n the authorities.", "\"I'm sorry—\" Sol's voice\n was pained. \"The man in the\n diner said you might put me\n up. I had my car stolen: a\n hitchhiker; going to Salinas ...\"\n He was puffing.", "\"That's good,\" Sol said desperately.\n \"Now why don't you\n be a good girl and eat your\n poached eggs. In the kitchen.\"", "After the meal, they spent\n a quiet evening at home. Sally\n went to bed, screaming her\n reluctance, at eight-thirty.", "\"Sally!\" Mom was peering\n out of the screen door. \"You\n let Mr. Becker alone and go\n wash. Your Pa will be home\n soon.\"", "The words slid by him. \"If\n I could just stay overnight.\n Until the morning. I could\n call some friends in San Fernando.\n I'm very susceptible to\n head colds,\" he added inanely.", "Dawes looked at him disgustedly.\n \"Now is it any of\nyour\nbusiness? I mean, is it?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" Sol said\n miserably.", "Sol's head was spinning. As\n they left the woman and continued\n their determined\n march down the quiet street,\n he tried to find answers.", "The man regarded Sol suspiciously.\n \"Never seen you\n before. Night\nor\nday. Stranger?\"\n\n\n \"Come\non\n!\" Dawes said.", "\"No, of course not,\" Sol\n said. He followed her into\n the darkened parlor, and\n watched as she turned the", "\"Don't want to hear another\n word about pay.\"\nMr. Dawes\n came home an\n hour later, looking tired.\n Mom pecked him lightly on\n the forehead. He glanced at\n the evening paper, and then\n spoke to Sol.", "body outa the house.\n This here's Mr. Becker; he\n got another problem. Mr.\n Becker, meet Cookie Coogan.\"", "They filed past him and the\n crying Mrs. Brundage.\n\n\n When they were out of\n sight, Sol pleaded with her.\n\n\n \"What happened? How did\n your husband die?\"", "He read Sally's copy of\nTreasure Island\nfor about\n half an hour. Then he undressed,\n made himself comfortable\n on the sofa, snuggled\n under the soft blanket\n that Mom had provided, and\n shut his eyes.", "\"Listen,\" Sol said, as they\n went through the doorway.\n \"About my car—\"", "The rest of the meal went\n silently, except for Sally's insistence\n upon singing her\n school song between mouthfuls.\n When Dawes was\n through, he pushed back his\n plate and ordered Sol to get\n ready." ], [ "\"If I brush my teeth. Boy,\n you shoulda seen the exelution!\"\n\n\n \"Execution,\" her father\n said.", "Sol was staring. He opened\n his mouth, but couldn't think\n of the right question to ask.\n Then he blurted out: \"What\n execution?\"", "She put the end of a pigtail\n in her mouth and sat down on\n the chair opposite. \"I went to\n the palace last night. They\n had an exelution.\"", "clock on the mantle,\n and made a noise with her\n tongue. \"Three-thirty!\" she\n exclaimed. \"I'll miss the\n whole execution ...\"", "\"Exelution! Exelution!\"\n Sally shrieked.\n\n\n \"Now wait a minute—\"\n\n\n Charlie shouted.", "\"Oh, my goodness!\" Mom\n got up hastily. \"That reminds\n me. I gotta call poor Mrs.\n Brundage. It's the\nleast\nI\n could do.\"", "When he had dressed, the\n clothes still damp and unpleasant\n against his skin, he\n went out of the parlor and\n found the kitchen. Mom was\n busy at the stove. He said:\n \"Good morning.\"", "He asked about the execution,\n and the man stiffened.", "Mom was following him,\n her stout body regal in scarlet\n robes. \"Sally! You give\n Sir Coogan his helmet! You\n hear?\"\n\n\n \"Mrs. Dawes!\" Sol said.", "The woman in the doorway looked so harmless. Who\n was to tell she had some rather startling interests?\nThe\n woman in the\n doorway looked like Mom in", "At eleven o'clock, he returned\n to the Dawes residence,\n and found Mom in the\n kitchen, surrounded by the", "\"\nSally!\n\" Mom again, sterner.\n \"You get out of there, or\n you-know-what ...\"", "\"Now, now,\" Dawes said\n gently. \"Don't you take on\n like that, Mrs. Brundage. You\n heard the charges. It hadda\n be this way.\"", "They filed past him and the\n crying Mrs. Brundage.\n\n\n When they were out of\n sight, Sol pleaded with her.\n\n\n \"What happened? How did\n your husband die?\"", "over to Brundage's to pick up\n the body. Ma's gonna pay a\n call on Mrs. Brundage around\n ten o'clock. You care to visit?\"", "\"Sally!\" Mom was peering\n out of the screen door. \"You\n let Mr. Becker alone and go\n wash. Your Pa will be home\n soon.\"", "Sol swallowed hard and fell\n silent. He went outside with\n them, the woman slamming\n the barber-shop door behind", "\"Oh, that's an old trick. Did\n you ever see an exelution?\"\n\n\n \"No. Did you ever see a little\n girl with her hide\n tanned?\"\n\n\n \"Huh?\"", "\"Yeah,\" Dawes said narrowly.\n \"I guess it would be.\"\n\n\n \"Supper!\" Mom called.", "At eleven-thirty, a brown-faced\n State Trooper came to\n call, and Sol told his story.\n He was promised nothing,\n and told to stay in town until\n he was contacted again by\n the authorities." ], [ "\"Okay,\" the girl said\n blithely. \"I'm goin' to the palace\n again. If I brush my", "\"Oh, tush, nobody's asking\n you to pay. This isn't a hotel.\n You mind if I go back upstairs?\n They're gonna miss\n me at the palace.\"", "She put the end of a pigtail\n in her mouth and sat down on\n the chair opposite. \"I went to\n the palace last night. They\n had an exelution.\"", "\"Sure,\" Sally piped. \"We\n all go there at night. I'm goin'\n to the palace again, too.\"\n\n\n \"If you brush your teeth,\"\n Mom said primly.", "Charlie chuckled. \"He's a\n stranger, all right.\"\n\n\n \"And you, Mr.—\" Sol\n turned to the fat man. \"You\n also know about this palace\n and everything?\"", "They\n crossed the\n street diagonally, and entered\n a two-story wooden building.\n Dawes took the stairs at a", "\"Course I did. Been goin'\n there ever since I was a kid.\n Night-times, that is.\"\n\n\n \"How—I mean, what kind\n of place is it?\"", "Running feet, clanking of\n armor. Sol backed up against\n a pillar. \"Now look here.\n You've gone far enough—\"\n\n\n \"Not quite,\" said the King.", "Dawes cupped his hands\n over the plate glass and\n peered inside. Gold letters on\n the glass advertised: HAIRCUT", "\"That's good,\" Sol said desperately.\n \"Now why don't you\n be a good girl and eat your\n poached eggs. In the kitchen.\"", "\"Well, take those shoes off,\n first,\" the woman grumbled.\n \"You can undress in the parlor,\n if you'll keep off the rug.\n You won't mind using the\n sofa?\"", "laden with two rather large\n feet, still encased in bedroom\n slippers. Charlie was at the\n other end of the burden,\n which appeared to be a middle-aged", "Sol swallowed hard and fell\n silent. He went outside with\n them, the woman slamming\n the barber-shop door behind", "Carefully, he stepped off the\n carpet and onto the stone\n floor in front of the fireplace.\n He removed his\n drenched coat and suit jacket,", "He\n was tired and very\n sleepy, and his customary\n nightly review was limited to\n a few detached thoughts\n about the wedding he was", "Then sleep came.\nHe\n was flanked by marble\n pillars, thrusting towards\n a high-domed ceiling.", "When he had dressed, the\n clothes still damp and unpleasant\n against his skin, he\n went out of the parlor and\n found the kitchen. Mom was\n busy at the stove. He said:\n \"Good morning.\"", "him. He waited in front of\n the building while the men\n toted away the corpse to some\n new destination.\nHe\n took a walk.", "He read Sally's copy of\nTreasure Island\nfor about\n half an hour. Then he undressed,\n made himself comfortable\n on the sofa, snuggled\n under the soft blanket\n that Mom had provided, and\n shut his eyes.", "\"Tush,\" the woman said.\n She scurried out, and returned\n a moment later with a\n thick bath towel. \"Sorry I" ], [ "\"Why, Mr. Becker! How\n nice to see you again! Pa!\nPa!\nLook who's here!\"", "body outa the house.\n This here's Mr. Becker; he\n got another problem. Mr.\n Becker, meet Cookie Coogan.\"", "\"Don't expect Mr. Becker\n knows anything about Armagon.\n It's just a dream, you\n know.\" He smiled apologetically.", "\"Hear you been asking\n questions, Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n Sol nodded, embarrassed.\n \"Guess I have. I'm awfully\n curious about this Armagon\n place. Never heard of anything\n like it before.\"", "\"Of course Mr. Becker's\n stayin',\" Mom said. \"He's our\n guest.\"", "\"\nArma\ngon,\" Dawes corrected.\n He looked sheepishly at\n the stranger. \"Don't expect\n Mister—\" He cocked an eyebrow.\n \"What's the name?\"\n\n\n \"Becker.\"", "\"Yes,\" Dawes said craftily.\n \"So I see. Welcome to Armagon,\n Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n \"Armagon?\" Sol gaped.\n \"Then this is the place\n you've been dreaming about?\"", "He described the hitchhiker\n incident, but Coogan\n listened stoically. He murmured\n something about the\n Troopers, and shuffled alongside\n the puffing fat man.", "\"Sally!\" Mom was peering\n out of the screen door. \"You\n let Mr. Becker alone and go\n wash. Your Pa will be home\n soon.\"", "\"None of\nyour\nbusiness,\"\n the man said coldly. \"You eat\n up, young man. If you want\n me to get Sheriff Coogan\n lookin' for your car.\"", "skittish breeze blowing, and\n Sol Becker tightened the collar\n of his coat around his\n neck as he tried to keep up\n with the fast-stepping Dawes.", "The fat man grunted and\n hoisted himself out of the\n swivel chair. He followed\n lamely behind the two men\n as they went out into the\n street again.", "\"Thanks,\" Dawes answered\n gruffly, but obviously flattered.\n \"We were just goin'", "\"Wedding in Salinas,\" he\n explained. \"Old Army friend\n of mine. I picked this hitchhiker\n up about two miles from\n here. He\nseemed\nokay.\"", "He left the park, and wandered\n into a thriving luncheonette.\n He tried questioning\n the man behind the counter,", "laden with two rather large\n feet, still encased in bedroom\n slippers. Charlie was at the\n other end of the burden,\n which appeared to be a middle-aged", "The Sheriff turned and regarded\n him lugubriously.\n \"Your\ncar\n? Young man, ain't\n you got no\nrespect\n?\"", "\"Well, come on. Stir that\n fat carcass. Gotta pick up\n Sheriff Coogan, too. This\n here gentleman has to see him\n about somethin' else.\"", "They filed past him and the\n crying Mrs. Brundage.\n\n\n When they were out of\n sight, Sol pleaded with her.\n\n\n \"What happened? How did\n your husband die?\"", "And Sol Becker wondered—would\n he ever awake?\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from\nFantastic Universe" ], [ "\"Pardon me, sir.\" The old\n man, leathery-faced, with a\n fine yellow moustache, looked\n at him dumbly. \"Have you\n ever heard of Armagon?\"\n\n\n \"You a stranger?\"", "\"Hear you been asking\n questions, Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n Sol nodded, embarrassed.\n \"Guess I have. I'm awfully\n curious about this Armagon\n place. Never heard of anything\n like it before.\"", "world of Armagon. The visit\n to the barber shop. The removal\n of Brundage's body.\n The conversations with the\n townspeople. Dawes' suspicious", "He waited in the house,\n gloomily turning the pages of\n the local newspaper, searching\n for references to Armagon.\n He found nothing.", "\"Dream? You mean this—Armagon\n is a place you dream\n about?\"", "\"Yes,\" Dawes said craftily.\n \"So I see. Welcome to Armagon,\n Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n \"Armagon?\" Sol gaped.\n \"Then this is the place\n you've been dreaming about?\"", "\"Don't expect Mr. Becker\n knows anything about Armagon.\n It's just a dream, you\n know.\" He smiled apologetically.", "\"Look, Mr. Dawes.\" He was\n panting; the pace was fast.\n \"Does\nshe\ndream about this—Armagon,\n too? That woman\n back there?\"\n\n\n \"Yep.\"", "\"Please ...\"\n\n\n \"You must tell me! Was it\n something to do with Armagon?\n Do you dream about the\n place, too?\"", "\"Don't get many people\n comin' into town,\" Dawes\n said, looking at him curiously.\n \"Ain't seen a stranger in\n years. But you look like the\n rest of us.\" He chuckled.", "\"\nArma\ngon,\" Dawes corrected.\n He looked sheepishly at\n the stranger. \"Don't expect\n Mister—\" He cocked an eyebrow.\n \"What's the name?\"\n\n\n \"Becker.\"", "The Sheriff, a sleepy-eyed\n citizen with a long, sad face,\n was rocking on a porch as\n they approached his house,\n trying to puff a half-lit pipe.\n He lifted one hand wearily\n when he saw them.", "Willie Dawes appeared.\nNo!\nSol thought. This was\nKing\nDawes; nothing else\n could explain the magnificence\n of his attire.", "The town was just coming\n to life. People were strolling\n out of their houses, commenting\n on the weather, chuckling", "Running feet, clanking of\n armor. Sol backed up against\n a pillar. \"Now look here.\n You've gone far enough—\"\n\n\n \"Not quite,\" said the King.", "Mom was following him,\n her stout body regal in scarlet\n robes. \"Sally! You give\n Sir Coogan his helmet! You\n hear?\"\n\n\n \"Mrs. Dawes!\" Sol said.", "The man regarded Sol suspiciously.\n \"Never seen you\n before. Night\nor\nday. Stranger?\"\n\n\n \"Come\non\n!\" Dawes said.", "Familiar faces, under shining\n helmets, moved towards\n him; the tips of sharp-pointed\n spears gleaming wickedly.", "Charlie chuckled. \"He's a\n stranger, all right.\"\n\n\n \"And you, Mr.—\" Sol\n turned to the fat man. \"You\n also know about this palace\n and everything?\"", "of some unrecognizable\n military figure. Three\n old men took their places on\n the bench that circled the\n General, and leaned on their" ], [ "\"Have to stop someplace\n first,\" Dawes said. \"But we'll\n be pickin' up the Sheriff on\n the way. Okay with you?\"\n\n\n \"Fine,\" Sol said uneasily.", "The fat man giggled.\n\n\n \"Here's the Sheriff,\" Dawes\n said.", "\"Yes.\"\n\n\n The man scratched his ear.\n \"Take you over to Sheriff\n Coogan after breakfast. He'll\n let the Stateys know about it.\n My name's Dawes.\"", "\"Thanks,\" Dawes answered\n gruffly, but obviously flattered.\n \"We were just goin'", "\"\nArma\ngon,\" Dawes corrected.\n He looked sheepishly at\n the stranger. \"Don't expect\n Mister—\" He cocked an eyebrow.\n \"What's the name?\"\n\n\n \"Becker.\"", "The man regarded Sol suspiciously.\n \"Never seen you\n before. Night\nor\nday. Stranger?\"\n\n\n \"Come\non\n!\" Dawes said.", "\"Yes,\" Dawes said craftily.\n \"So I see. Welcome to Armagon,\n Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n \"Armagon?\" Sol gaped.\n \"Then this is the place\n you've been dreaming about?\"", "\"Don't get many people\n comin' into town,\" Dawes\n said, looking at him curiously.\n \"Ain't seen a stranger in\n years. But you look like the\n rest of us.\" He chuckled.", "\"Why, Mr. Becker! How\n nice to see you again! Pa!\nPa!\nLook who's here!\"", "Dawes grunted. \"You ain't\n a reporter?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, no. I'm an engineer. I\n was just satisfying my own\n curiosity.\"", "The Sheriff, a sleepy-eyed\n citizen with a long, sad face,\n was rocking on a porch as\n they approached his house,\n trying to puff a half-lit pipe.\n He lifted one hand wearily\n when he saw them.", "\"Now, now,\" Dawes said\n gently. \"Don't you take on\n like that, Mrs. Brundage. You\n heard the charges. It hadda\n be this way.\"", "Sol laughed feebly. \"I\n guess they would at that.\"\n\n\n \"Goodnight,\" Dawes said.\n\n\n \"Goodnight.\"", "Dawes looked at him disgustedly.\n \"Now is it any of\nyour\nbusiness? I mean, is it?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" Sol said\n miserably.", "Willie Dawes appeared.\nNo!\nSol thought. This was\nKing\nDawes; nothing else\n could explain the magnificence\n of his attire.", "body outa the house.\n This here's Mr. Becker; he\n got another problem. Mr.\n Becker, meet Cookie Coogan.\"", "\"Uh-huh.\" Dawes looked\n reflective. \"You wouldn't be\n thinkin' about writing us up\n or anything. I mean, this is a\n pretty private affair.\"", "skittish breeze blowing, and\n Sol Becker tightened the collar\n of his coat around his\n neck as he tried to keep up\n with the fast-stepping Dawes.", "\"Don't want to hear another\n word about pay.\"\nMr. Dawes\n came home an\n hour later, looking tired.\n Mom pecked him lightly on\n the forehead. He glanced at\n the evening paper, and then\n spoke to Sol.", "who merely snickered and\n said: \"You stayin' with the\n Dawes, ain't you? Better ask\n Willie, then. He knows the" ], [ "They filed past him and the\n crying Mrs. Brundage.\n\n\n When they were out of\n sight, Sol pleaded with her.\n\n\n \"What happened? How did\n your husband die?\"", "\"Now, now,\" Dawes said\n gently. \"Don't you take on\n like that, Mrs. Brundage. You\n heard the charges. It hadda\n be this way.\"", "The man batted his eyes.\n \"Oh, Brundage!\" he said.\n \"You know, I clean forgot\n about him?\" He laughed.\n \"Imagine me forgetting\n that?\"", "man in pajamas. The\n Sheriff followed the trio up\n with a sad, undertaker expression.\n Behind him came Mrs.\n Brundage, properly weeping.", "over to Brundage's to pick up\n the body. Ma's gonna pay a\n call on Mrs. Brundage around\n ten o'clock. You care to visit?\"", "\"My poor Vincent,\" she\n sobbed.\n\n\n \"Better let us up,\" the\n Sheriff said kindly. \"No use\n just lettin' him lay there,\n Mrs. Brundage.\"", "\"Good idea,\" Dawes nodded.\n \"And I'll have to round\n up some folks and get old\n Brundage out of there.\"", "the mirror, strangely gray in\n the dim light, made him\n groan. His clothes were a\n mess, and he needed a shave.\n If only Brundage had been", "\"We'll take him to the funeral\n parlor,\" Dawes said,\n breathing hard. \"Weighs a\n ton, don't he?\"\n\n\n \"What killed him?\" Sol\n said.", "\"Oh, my goodness!\" Mom\n got up hastily. \"That reminds\n me. I gotta call poor Mrs.\n Brundage. It's the\nleast\nI\n could do.\"", "world of Armagon. The visit\n to the barber shop. The removal\n of Brundage's body.\n The conversations with the\n townspeople. Dawes' suspicious", "\"Hi, Charlie. Thought I'd\n see if you wanted to help\n move Brundage.\"", "He described the hitchhiker\n incident, but Coogan\n listened stoically. He murmured\n something about the\n Troopers, and shuffled alongside\n the puffing fat man.", "\"Hi, Cookie,\" Dawes\n grinned. \"Thought you, me,\n and Charlie would get Brundage's", "laden with two rather large\n feet, still encased in bedroom\n slippers. Charlie was at the\n other end of the burden,\n which appeared to be a middle-aged", "The fat man grunted and\n hoisted himself out of the\n swivel chair. He followed\n lamely behind the two men\n as they went out into the\n street again.", "At eleven-thirty, a brown-faced\n State Trooper came to\n call, and Sol told his story.\n He was promised nothing,\n and told to stay in town until\n he was contacted again by\n the authorities.", "He leaped out of the chair\n as voices sounded behind the\n door. Dawes was kicking it\n open with his foot, his arms", "Sol swallowed hard and fell\n silent. He went outside with\n them, the woman slamming\n the barber-shop door behind", "him. He waited in front of\n the building while the men\n toted away the corpse to some\n new destination.\nHe\n took a walk." ], [ "\"Hear you been asking\n questions, Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n Sol nodded, embarrassed.\n \"Guess I have. I'm awfully\n curious about this Armagon\n place. Never heard of anything\n like it before.\"", "\"Yes,\" Dawes said craftily.\n \"So I see. Welcome to Armagon,\n Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n \"Armagon?\" Sol gaped.\n \"Then this is the place\n you've been dreaming about?\"", "\"Don't expect Mr. Becker\n knows anything about Armagon.\n It's just a dream, you\n know.\" He smiled apologetically.", "\"Pardon me, sir.\" The old\n man, leathery-faced, with a\n fine yellow moustache, looked\n at him dumbly. \"Have you\n ever heard of Armagon?\"\n\n\n \"You a stranger?\"", "\"\nArma\ngon,\" Dawes corrected.\n He looked sheepishly at\n the stranger. \"Don't expect\n Mister—\" He cocked an eyebrow.\n \"What's the name?\"\n\n\n \"Becker.\"", "world of Armagon. The visit\n to the barber shop. The removal\n of Brundage's body.\n The conversations with the\n townspeople. Dawes' suspicious", "\"Look, Mr. Dawes.\" He was\n panting; the pace was fast.\n \"Does\nshe\ndream about this—Armagon,\n too? That woman\n back there?\"\n\n\n \"Yep.\"", "\"Why, Mr. Becker! How\n nice to see you again! Pa!\nPa!\nLook who's here!\"", "He waited in the house,\n gloomily turning the pages of\n the local newspaper, searching\n for references to Armagon.\n He found nothing.", "\"Don't get many people\n comin' into town,\" Dawes\n said, looking at him curiously.\n \"Ain't seen a stranger in\n years. But you look like the\n rest of us.\" He chuckled.", "body outa the house.\n This here's Mr. Becker; he\n got another problem. Mr.\n Becker, meet Cookie Coogan.\"", "The man regarded Sol suspiciously.\n \"Never seen you\n before. Night\nor\nday. Stranger?\"\n\n\n \"Come\non\n!\" Dawes said.", "\"Dream? You mean this—Armagon\n is a place you dream\n about?\"", "\"Please ...\"\n\n\n \"You must tell me! Was it\n something to do with Armagon?\n Do you dream about the\n place, too?\"", "A woman, with an empty\n market basket, nodded casually\n to them. \"Mornin', folks.\n Enjoyed it last night.\n Thought you made a right\n nice speech, Mr. Dawes.\"", "The Sheriff, a sleepy-eyed\n citizen with a long, sad face,\n was rocking on a porch as\n they approached his house,\n trying to puff a half-lit pipe.\n He lifted one hand wearily\n when he saw them.", "\"Thanks,\" Dawes answered\n gruffly, but obviously flattered.\n \"We were just goin'", "\"Yes.\"\n\n\n The man scratched his ear.\n \"Take you over to Sheriff\n Coogan after breakfast. He'll\n let the Stateys know about it.\n My name's Dawes.\"", "At eleven-thirty, a brown-faced\n State Trooper came to\n call, and Sol told his story.\n He was promised nothing,\n and told to stay in town until\n he was contacted again by\n the authorities.", "\"Of course Mr. Becker's\n stayin',\" Mom said. \"He's our\n guest.\"" ], [ "\"Yes,\" Dawes said craftily.\n \"So I see. Welcome to Armagon,\n Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n \"Armagon?\" Sol gaped.\n \"Then this is the place\n you've been dreaming about?\"", "\"Hear you been asking\n questions, Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n Sol nodded, embarrassed.\n \"Guess I have. I'm awfully\n curious about this Armagon\n place. Never heard of anything\n like it before.\"", "\"Don't expect Mr. Becker\n knows anything about Armagon.\n It's just a dream, you\n know.\" He smiled apologetically.", "\"\nArma\ngon,\" Dawes corrected.\n He looked sheepishly at\n the stranger. \"Don't expect\n Mister—\" He cocked an eyebrow.\n \"What's the name?\"\n\n\n \"Becker.\"", "\"Pardon me, sir.\" The old\n man, leathery-faced, with a\n fine yellow moustache, looked\n at him dumbly. \"Have you\n ever heard of Armagon?\"\n\n\n \"You a stranger?\"", "\"Why, Mr. Becker! How\n nice to see you again! Pa!\nPa!\nLook who's here!\"", "He waited in the house,\n gloomily turning the pages of\n the local newspaper, searching\n for references to Armagon.\n He found nothing.", "\"Look, Mr. Dawes.\" He was\n panting; the pace was fast.\n \"Does\nshe\ndream about this—Armagon,\n too? That woman\n back there?\"\n\n\n \"Yep.\"", "body outa the house.\n This here's Mr. Becker; he\n got another problem. Mr.\n Becker, meet Cookie Coogan.\"", "world of Armagon. The visit\n to the barber shop. The removal\n of Brundage's body.\n The conversations with the\n townspeople. Dawes' suspicious", "\"Dream? You mean this—Armagon\n is a place you dream\n about?\"", "Running feet, clanking of\n armor. Sol backed up against\n a pillar. \"Now look here.\n You've gone far enough—\"\n\n\n \"Not quite,\" said the King.", "\"Of course Mr. Becker's\n stayin',\" Mom said. \"He's our\n guest.\"", "\"Please ...\"\n\n\n \"You must tell me! Was it\n something to do with Armagon?\n Do you dream about the\n place, too?\"", "Willie Dawes appeared.\nNo!\nSol thought. This was\nKing\nDawes; nothing else\n could explain the magnificence\n of his attire.", "He leaped out of the chair\n as voices sounded behind the\n door. Dawes was kicking it\n open with his foot, his arms", "And Sol Becker wondered—would\n he ever awake?\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from\nFantastic Universe", "\"Thanks,\" Dawes answered\n gruffly, but obviously flattered.\n \"We were just goin'", "The man regarded Sol suspiciously.\n \"Never seen you\n before. Night\nor\nday. Stranger?\"\n\n\n \"Come\non\n!\" Dawes said.", "He described the hitchhiker\n incident, but Coogan\n listened stoically. He murmured\n something about the\n Troopers, and shuffled alongside\n the puffing fat man." ] ]

[ "Why is a new funding model needed for OA journals?", "Which is true about Open Access journals?", "What's a difference between green and gold OA?", "Which of the following can remove both price and some permission barriers?", "Which of the following is *not* an advantage of libre OA licenses?", "What is a commonality among all OA journals?", "Green OA mandates from funding agencies or universities are increasingly common and benefit authors because:", "The author of this piece advocates for..." ]

[ [ "They are not peer-reviewed.", "They do not have subscription income.", "They do not have large circulations.", "They are often scams." ], [ "They struggle financially.", "Search engines do not crawl them.", "They can be high-quality or low-quality.", "They are only available in niche subjects." ], [ "One is self-archiving, and the other is not.", "One is considered very reliable, and the other less reliable.", "One is for OA journals, and the other is for OA repositories.", "One is peer-reviewed, and the other is not." ], [ "Gold OA", "Libre OA", "Gratis OA", "Green OA" ], [ "Allowing conscientious users to proceed without risk", "Encouraging users to err on the side of nonuse", "Spare researchers the delay of seeking permissions", "Removing doubt about permissibility of exceeding fair use" ], [ "They are financially struggling.", "They are new.", "They are of poor quality.", "They infringe on academic freedom." ], [ "They give more weight to authors seeking to deposit their work in repositories.", "They give more weight to authors seeking peer review.", "They give more options to authors since such policies also require gold OA.", "They give more weight to authors seeking acceptance to publish in toll-access journals." ], [ "gold OA as more beneficial than green OA.", "green OA as more beneficial than gold OA.", "continuation of toll-access journals.", "pursuit of gold OA and green OA simultaneously." ] ]

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[ [ "Finally, green OA may be a manageable expense, but gold OA can be self-sustaining, even profitable.", "Gold OA performs its own peer review, without depending on toll-access journals to perform it. Hence support for gold OA supports the survival of peer review itself in case toll-access journals can no longer provide it.", "Unlike toll-access journals, however, most OA journals are new. It’s hard to generalize about OA journals beyond saying that they have all the advantages of being OA and all the disadvantages of being new.", "The gold reason is that a growing number of OA", "Gold and green OA require different steps from authors. To make new articles gold OA, authors simply submit their manuscripts to OA journals, as they would to conventional journals. To make articles green OA, authors simply deposit their manuscripts in an OA repository.", "Terminology\nThe OA movement uses the term\ngold OA\nfor OA delivered by journals, regardless of the journal’s business model, and\ngreen OA", "new funding model, but nearly everything else about the journal", "OA is growing for other reasons. But if these funders", "impact. The number of high-quality, high-impact OA journals has", "Unlike conventional publishers, the profitable for-profit OA publishers have moderate", "Neither green nor gold OA will suffice, long-term or short-term. That’s a reason to pursue both.\n3.3 Gratis and Libre OA", "libre OA. Similarly, the gratis OA policies at funders and", "at funding agencies and universities require green gratis OA. A", "publishers. As a result, OA journals can generate permission for", "libre OA. Why should we bother, especially when we may", "Like conventional journal publishers, some OA journal publishers are", "Finally, if all new articles are green OA, we’ll", "OA journals are like non-OA journals except that they’re", "and toll-access journals to allow green gratis OA. We’re", "OA and some focus on gold OA. Some support both" ], [ "Unlike toll-access journals, however, most OA journals are new. It’s hard to generalize about OA journals beyond saying that they have all the advantages of being OA and all the disadvantages of being new.", "OA journals are like non-OA journals except that they’re", "OA repositories are online collections or databases of articles. Unlike OA journals, OA repositories have no counterpart in the traditional landscape of scholarly communication. That makes them woefully easy to overlook or misunderstand.", "Gold and green OA require different steps from authors. To make new articles gold OA, authors simply submit their manuscripts to OA journals, as they would to conventional journals. To make articles green OA, authors simply deposit their manuscripts in an OA repository.", "Like conventional journal publishers, some OA journal publishers are", "Gold OA performs its own peer review, without depending on toll-access journals to perform it. Hence support for gold OA supports the survival of peer review itself in case toll-access journals can no longer provide it.", "impact. The number of high-quality, high-impact OA journals has", "OA journals.", "publishers. As a result, OA journals can generate permission for", "OA is libre OA. (See more in section 3.3 on", "First, OA journals and repositories differ in their relationship to", "Open Access: Varieties\nThere are many ways to deliver OA: personal web sites, blogs, wikis, databases, ebooks, videos, audios, webcasts, discussion forums, RSS feeds, and P2P networks.", "The Directory of Open Access Journals is the most authoritative", "OA. However, most of the notable OA success stories are", "Hence, gold OA is always immediate, while green OA is", "There are two reasons why OA is compatible with prestigious", "A common misunderstanding sees OA repositories as walled gardens that", "Terminology\nThe OA movement uses the term\ngold OA\nfor OA delivered by journals, regardless of the journal’s business model, and\ngreen OA", "and toll-access journals to allow green gratis OA. We’re", "Like conventional, toll-access journals, some OA journals are first-rate" ], [ "3.1 Green and Gold OA\nGold and green OA differ in at least two fundamental respects.", "elsewhere. As a result, gold and green OA differ in", "Gold and green OA require different steps from authors. To make new articles gold OA, authors simply submit their manuscripts to OA journals, as they would to conventional journals. To make articles green OA, authors simply deposit their manuscripts in an OA repository.", "Gold OA provides OA to the published version, while green", "Hence, gold OA is always immediate, while green OA is", "Fortunately, this synergy is served even by differences of opinion about its existence. The fact that some activists give green OA a higher priority than gold, and some the reverse, creates a natural division of labor ensuring that good people are working hard on each front.", "Green OA has some advantages over gold OA. It makes", "Terminology\nThe OA movement uses the term\ngold OA\nfor OA delivered by journals, regardless of the journal’s business model, and\ngreen OA", "other. I’ll argue that green and gold OA are complementary", "Finally, green OA may be a manageable expense, but gold OA can be self-sustaining, even profitable.", "Most importantly, the green/gold distinction matters because if authors can’t", "On the other side, gold OA has some advantages over", "First note that the gratis/libre distinction is not the same as the green/gold distinction. The gratis/libre distinction is about user rights or freedoms, while the green/gold distinction is about venues or vehicles. Gratis/libre answers the question,", "The gold reason is that a growing number of OA", "Neither green nor gold OA will suffice, long-term or short-term. That’s a reason to pursue both.\n3.3 Gratis and Libre OA", "but gold OA cannot. (More precisely, gold OA can’t", "to gold OA. The growing volume of green OA might", "Gold OA performs its own peer review, without depending on toll-access journals to perform it. Hence support for gold OA supports the survival of peer review itself in case toll-access journals can no longer provide it.", "cannot. Hence, most libre OA is gold OA, even if", "usually gratis. Gold OA can be gratis or libre, but" ], [ "Sometimes we must speak unambiguously about two subspecies of OA. One removes price barriers alone and the other removes price barriers and at least some permission barriers. The former is\ngratis OA\nand the latter", "Libre OA removes price barriers and at least some permission", "Gratis OA is free of charge but not more free than that. Users must still seek permission to exceed fair use. Gratis OA removes price barriers but not permission barriers.", "access barriers or impede distribution. It would also remove their", "Libre OA under open licenses solves all these problems. Even when a desirable use is already allowed by fair use, a clear open license removes all doubt. When a desirable use does exceed fair use, a clear open license removes the restriction and offers libre OA.", "of some copyright and licensing restrictions. Users have permission to", "permission barriers. (See section 3.3 on gratis and libre", "from permission barriers, freedom from delays or embargoes, and freedom", "permission from the copyright holder. Third, most countries have some", "here. First, the permission for fair use is granted by", "publishers. As a result, OA journals can generate permission for", "they are obstacles that libre OA was designed to remove.", "infringement of copyright.” Second, the permission is limited and doesn’t", "If users encounter a full-text work online without charge, then", "unless the provider (author or publisher) tells them. This is", "Libre OA is free of charge and also free of", "his heirs for permission. Creative Commons offers CC0 (CC-Zero)", "open licenses, and authors and publishers can always write their", "the advantages of being OA because they retain needless permission", "allows libre OA in other respects." ], [ "Libre OA under open licenses solves all these problems. Even when a desirable use is already allowed by fair use, a clear open license removes all doubt. When a desirable use does exceed fair use, a clear open license removes the restriction and offers libre OA.", "OA is libre OA. (See more in section 3.3 on", "Libre OA is free of charge and also free of", "Gratis OA is free of charge but not more free than that. Users must still seek permission to exceed fair use. Gratis OA removes price barriers but not permission barriers.", "their own. To illustrate the range of libre OA, however,", "allows libre OA in other respects.", "Libre OA removes price barriers and at least some permission", "the advantages of being OA because they retain needless permission", "libre OA. Similarly, most of the strong OA policies at", "libre OA. Why should we bother, especially when we may", "libre OA, they are hard-won victories and major advances.", "gratis OA and neglects libre. Others look at the public", "fair use. Most are not offering libre OA. Even those", "Green OA has some advantages over gold OA. It makes", "libre OA. Similarly, the gratis OA policies at funders and", "Green OA can be gratis or libre but is usually", "of libre OA is by referring to a specific open", "Sometimes we must speak unambiguously about two subspecies of OA. One removes price barriers alone and the other removes price barriers and at least some permission barriers. The former is\ngratis OA\nand the latter", "The BBB definition calls for both gratis and libre OA.", "cannot. Hence, most libre OA is gold OA, even if" ], [ "OA journals are like non-OA journals except that they’re", "Unlike toll-access journals, however, most OA journals are new. It’s hard to generalize about OA journals beyond saying that they have all the advantages of being OA and all the disadvantages of being new.", "Like conventional journal publishers, some OA journal publishers are", "OA journals.", "OA repositories are online collections or databases of articles. Unlike OA journals, OA repositories have no counterpart in the traditional landscape of scholarly communication. That makes them woefully easy to overlook or misunderstand.", "publishers. As a result, OA journals can generate permission for", "A disappointing number of OA journals don’t have all the", "OA is libre OA. (See more in section 3.3 on", "to peer review. OA journals perform their own peer review,", "Gold OA performs its own peer review, without depending on toll-access journals to perform it. Hence support for gold OA supports the survival of peer review itself in case toll-access journals can no longer provide it.", "Gold and green OA require different steps from authors. To make new articles gold OA, authors simply submit their manuscripts to OA journals, as they would to conventional journals. To make articles green OA, authors simply deposit their manuscripts in an OA repository.", "Terminology\nThe OA movement uses the term\ngold OA\nfor OA delivered by journals, regardless of the journal’s business model, and\ngreen OA", "all peer-reviewed journals are OA, which isn’t on the", "a world where all peer-reviewed journals are OA. For", "impact. The number of high-quality, high-impact OA journals has", "of OA journals no longer suffer from the disadvantages of", "First, OA journals and repositories differ in their relationship to", "libre OA. Similarly, most of the strong OA policies at", "OA journals don’t use any kind of CC license. Some", "OA journals have already earned high levels of prestige, and" ], [ "Gold and green OA require different steps from authors. To make new articles gold OA, authors simply submit their manuscripts to OA journals, as they would to conventional journals. To make articles green OA, authors simply deposit their manuscripts in an OA repository.", "at funding agencies and universities require green gratis OA. A", "Green OA has some advantages over gold OA. It makes", "when authors are subject to green OA mandates from their", "Some see green OA mainly as a tool to force", "Green OA can be mandated without infringing academic freedom, but", "Finally, green OA may be a manageable expense, but gold OA can be self-sustaining, even profitable.", "itself. Almost always it’s unfamiliarity with green OA (belief", "OA so that research institutions can mandate OA without limiting", "and green OA options, and adopting intelligent policies to encourage", "for green OA, the burden is on authors to take", "encourage gold OA and require green OA. (More in chapter", "Green OA works for preprints as well as postprints, while", "Green OA is compatible with toll-access publication. Sometimes this is", "Hence, gold OA is always immediate, while green OA is", "Fortunately, this synergy is served even by differences of opinion about its existence. The fact that some activists give green OA a higher priority than gold, and some the reverse, creates a natural division of labor ensuring that good people are working hard on each front.", "the horizon.) A green OA policy at a university can", "Neither green nor gold OA will suffice, long-term or short-term. That’s a reason to pursue both.\n3.3 Gratis and Libre OA", "publishers. As a result, OA journals can generate permission for", "gold OA than for green OA to provide: freedom from" ], [ "here. First, the permission for fair use is granted by", "the authors.", "their own. Even when the depositors are the authors themselves,", "(More in chapter 7 on economics.)", "In this sense, author unfamiliarity and misunderstanding are greater obstacles", "I support this recommendation, use CC-BY for my blog and newsletter, and request CC-BY whenever I publish in a journal.", "opposed by an aggressive and well-funded publishing lobby. Yet even", "of the author’s peer-reviewed manuscript, without copy editing or final", "decide to allow it, and sometimes because authors retain the", "holder. Or equivalently, the statute assures us that no permission", "Most importantly, the green/gold distinction matters because if authors can’t", "more for authors. On the one hand, institutions are in", "to be libre, which is why the campaign to go", "for a peaceful revolution based on publisher consent and self-interest.", "stories are notable. Even if they stop short of libre", "The default around the world today is that new works", "It allows any use, provided the user attributes the work", "exceed fair use. And there are good scholarly reasons to", "work to the original author. This is the license recommended", "will, and some OA activists hope that it will. But" ] ]

[ "What was the goal of the assembly at Château Millemont? ", "How was Daniel Cornell able to invent his version of the wind turbine?", "How does the author imply that the impending climate doom and its consequences will be avoided? ", "What is an already tangible advancement in the field of renewable energy mentioned in the text? ", "Why was Russ George being accused of eco-terrorism? ", "What is currently the main limitation to renewable energy as the main energy source?", "Who does the author think will have to be responsible for making changes to address climate change?", "How are farmers addressing the issues related to climate change?", "How does Pope Francis believe the climate crisis must be solved?" ]

[ [ "To collaborate on technology that could be used to make more money using fossil fuels ", "To collaborate on technology that could address the problem of fossil fuels ", "To determine how to lower the prices of solar panels for consumers ", "To prepare for conflict that will be caused by resource strain due to global warming " ], [ "By living extremely frugally and spending all of his time and money on inventing", "By saving up money he made as a 3D animator ", "By garnering funds from a large group of investors", "By traveling to Canada and studying renewable energy technologies there " ], [ "By an international coalition of governments enacting favorable climate policies ", "By a drastic change in the lifestyle of the general public ", "By the ingenuity of inventors and other intelligent people creating new solutions ", "By allowing unfettered capitalism to create market solutions to climate change " ], [ "Decreased pollution of the global environment ", "Decreased rate of global warming ", "Decreased cost of renewable energy technology ", "Decreased rate of fossil fuels consumption " ], [ "His actions were not effective in reaching their goals ", "He intentionally increased the amount of carbon released by the ocean ", "He acted without international sanction ", "He intentionally increased the temperature of the ocean " ], [ "Adequate power storage ", "Cost of renewable energy technology ", "Government resistance to change ", "The public’s resistance to change " ], [ "An international government coalition ", "A combination of inventors and the extremely wealthy ", "Inventors and entrepreneurs ", "The extremely wealthy" ], [ "Using carbon dioxide removal technologies on their farms ", "Growing less produce and keeping less livestock ", "Adopting methods and crops that reduce greenhouse gas emissions ", "Investing in green energy with their pensions " ], [ "By relying on the ultra rich to provide for the less fortunate ", "By electing government officials who put more of a focus on environmentalism ", "By using technology to slow the release of greenhouse gasses ", "By addressing the moral choices that led to the climate crises " ] ]

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[ [ "Château de Millemont was hosting a five-week 'innovation camp'", "grand stone castle an hour's drive west of Paris. Château", "In the bowels of an east London theatre on a", "the event. He was picked because he'd created an impressive", "One of the projects chosen for POC21, the French", "Of the UN Climate Conference in Paris, McKibben says", "French eco-castle retreat, was a design by a team from", "First presented as a big-idea solution to climate change", "At the end of August, as the northern hemisphere's", "of adoring fans and set out his vision for a", "This method, which French farmers are also keen to", "from talking to building a better tomorrow.\" The objective was", "Although a number of scientists and researchers – including the", "a foggy Sunday afternoon a month or so after POC21,", "On the last day of April, Elon Musk entered the", "When Pope Francis, in an unprecedented speech earlier this", "A seasoned squatter, Connell made his project possible by", "says, an individual must \"join with other people to build", "Mathesius says. So where then would she place her hope", "he revealed that the whole event had been powered by solar" ], [ "to the wind turbine. Connell's ethos is inspired by the", "DIY wind turbine or the German Sunzilla. Demand Logic,", "impressive cost- and resource-efficient wind turbine design. You can make", "a wind turbine cheap and easy for people to use.", "A seasoned squatter, Connell made his project possible by", "Connell is one of a number of green inventors", "But biomimicry is in its early stages, and renewables have already crossed to the point of no return, as Fücks puts it. On the plus side, though, costs for solar and wind power have decreased considerably over the last five years.", "is self-taught – he describes the Solar Flower, a DIY", "off just building the windmills in the first place. All", "of engineering at Harvard who developed a giant air-sucking wall", "the event. He was picked because he'd created an impressive", "Connell has been creating prototype technologies and tutorials for", "energy enthusiasts like Daniel Connell in the next few years.", "product. Because \"existing batteries suck,\" he had developed the Tesla", "wonderful substance,\" he says at one point. \"It's more flexible", "ingenuity and making stuff. Since POC21, his product has", "to a renewable-powered future, he explained, was his new product.", "he revealed that the whole event had been powered by solar", "He cites the smooth skin of the shark and the", "hand or power tools,\" says Dominik Wind, core organiser of" ], [ "says. \"You know that climate change is happening, we do", "The solution to getting from fossil fuel hell to", "Bill McKibben, the campaigner and author who brought global", "First presented as a big-idea solution to climate change", "Pope Francis's recent address sounded a note of caution around technology as a solution to climate change. \"Our immense technological development has not been accompanied by a development in human responsibility, values and conscience,\" he said.", "Bill McKibben believes the key is solving the \"structural", "But, while some techno-fixes recall the Greek hubris myth", "\"We face an existential threat in terms of eco collapse…", "The End of Nature, and more recently the founder of", "power on our planet.\" To make a difference, he says,", "of the ecological crisis, although he cautions against the hubris", "a contribution to fighting climate change. She uses a grazing", "out, then the carbon stays in the soil,\" she says.", "amid images of environmental catastrophe, so \"Let's move from", "that tells us that, at the very last minute, some", "their hands and say, 'There's no way we can solve", "Those looking into this techno-fix are quite clear that", "But biomimicry is in its early stages, and renewables have already crossed to the point of no return, as Fücks puts it. On the plus side, though, costs for solar and wind power have decreased considerably over the last five years.", "solve this problem, so instead let's fill the atmosphere with", "figure out a way of saving the planet." ], [ "The move to renewable energy is under way. An", "But biomimicry is in its early stages, and renewables have already crossed to the point of no return, as Fücks puts it. 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[ "What is a Steyner?", "How is Steven different?", "What is the relationship between Steven and Denise?", "What is ironic about the story?", "What happens to Steven?", "Which words best describe Steven’s society?", "What is a theme of the story?", "What happens during Denise’s appendicitis surgery?", "Why does Steven sleep on the floor as a child?", "What is significant about the Happy Clown?" ]

[ [ "A surgery to remove the appendix. ", "The car Steven drives. ", "A lobotomy to make a person complacent. ", "A form of therapy for anxiety. " ], [ "He is addicted to television.", "He collects silver. ", "He is an actor. ", "He dislikes the lifestyle of his society and, therefore, does not fit in. " ], [ "They are friends. ", "They were in love and engaged to be married.", "They dated casually. ", "They were married." ], [ "Steven marries Denise. ", "A 5 year old dislikes television.", "Steven becomes the Happy Clown even though he despises it. ", "Steven breaks up with Denise after her surgery. " ], [ "Doctors change his brain to make him happily ignorant. ", "He decides to conform so he can marry Franny.", "He lives in the countryside away from the rest of society. ", "He becomes the best Happy Clown there ever was." ], [ "natural and healthy ", "blind conformity and sameness ", "unequal and unhappy ", "happy utopia" ], [ "Ignorance is bliss. ", "Consumerism leads to a decline in intellect.", "Plastic is ruining society. ", "Extreme pressure to conform is oppressive. " ], [ "There were complications and she nearly died.", "Under anesthesia, she unknowingly discloses her true feelings about the society.", "She has a reaction to anesthesia and loses her memory.", "Her personality changes after the surgery, and she becomes nonconformist and difficult. " ], [ "He doesn't like that his bed rocks back and forth. ", "His parents cannot afford a bed for Steven.", "He is afraid of the Happy Clown decorations on his bed.", "He doesn’t like the television attached to the bed that is always on. " ], [ "The Happy Clown is a show for children that teaches them to eat healthy. ", "The Happy Clown gives adults nostalgia for their happy childhoods. ", "The Happy Clown is propaganda to get people to buy more and think less. ", "The Happy Clown is mayor of the town. " ] ]

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[ [ "Richard said through dry lips, \"You mean a Steyner?\"\n\n\n The Director nodded. \"The only thing.\"", "wary of revealing themselves, but something always seemed to happen\n to them. Some were miserable being nonconformists and asked pitifully\n for the Steyner, some were detected, as Steven had been, and some", "gave one a Steyner, it was only to make one happy, so that one could\n appreciate what a wonderful world it was.", "revealing enough about her opinion of television, and the Happy Clown\n cult, and the state of society in general, to cause her doctors to\n raise their eyebrows pityingly and perform the Steyner at once. While", "The boy turned his head away from the psychiatrist's shining teeth and\n said, \"My name's not Stevie. It's Steven.\" He was a thin little boy,", "The psychiatrist said, \"Oh, but we're going to be friends, Stevie,\n and friends always use nicknames, don't they? My name's William, but\n everybody calls me Willie. You can call me Uncle Willie.\"", "The doctor shook his head. \"Nothing goes farther than this room,\n Stevie—Steven.\"", "The psychiatrist said reasonably, \"But nobody can live by himself,\n Stevie.\" He had apparently forgotten Steven, and the boy did not", "bought was a television set. After all, as Stevie said, he would not\n want to miss the Happy Clown.", "\"I can read it,\" but she said, \"Oh, Stevie, you're teasing Mumsie!\"\n and looked so frightened at this fresh peculiarity that the child said", "The doctor looked at him sharply. \"But you can't. Try to understand,\n Stevie, you can't. Now tell me—why don't you like to be with other\n people?\"", "The first thing they did to Steven was to talk to him. The psychiatrist\n made him lie down on a foam rubber couch, kiddies' model, with the", "her. She broke the engagement and was heard to say that Stevie Russell\n had proved himself an absolute fool. He was miserable over it, though\n he had only a hazy idea of what he had done or why Denny should", "with him. Naturally nobody ever mentions it.... But there's no hurry;\n in the case of a kiddie we can wait a while. Bring Stevie in once a\n week; we'll try therapy first.\"", "occasionally—nobody knows why—and there's absolutely no disgrace in a\n Steyner. Nothing is altered but the personality, and afterward you have\n a happy normal kiddie who hardly remembers that anything was ever wrong", "he happened to think of, to Denise and the sponsors, when they all came\n pouring out of the booth. Then he collapsed.\nSteven's Steyner was a complete success. He recovered from it a", "Denise was lost to him. The outburst in the studio, and the Steyner,\n and the loss of the Happy Clown part were cumulatively too much for", "clear to his mother. She smiled at him lovingly but shook her head.\n \"No, Stevie. Mumsie's precious baby doesn't want those nasty old", "were unfortunately surprised in hospitals. Under the anesthetic they\n sometimes talked, and then, if they were adults, they were immediately\n corrected by means of Steyner's lobotomy. It had been learned that", "Steven looked at the doctor and said a very strange thing. \"They touch\n me.\" He seemed to shrink into himself. \"Not just with their hands.\"" ], [ "Steven was not happy in kiddie-garden. The enthusiasm the other kiddies\n showed for the lessons appalled him. The kiddies themselves appalled", "The first thing they did to Steven was to talk to him. The psychiatrist\n made him lie down on a foam rubber couch, kiddies' model, with the", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "The boy turned his head away from the psychiatrist's shining teeth and\n said, \"My name's not Stevie. It's Steven.\" He was a thin little boy,", "Steven looked at the doctor and said a very strange thing. \"They touch\n me.\" He seemed to shrink into himself. \"Not just with their hands.\"", "Steven said, \"Sure, Joey,\" and allowed his sensitive face to register\n all the proper emotions. Actually his emotions were, in the vernacular", "popularity and a reputation as an actor. He took the lead in all the\n dramatic club plays, having particular success in the reproduction\n of a Happy Clown program. Steven, of course, was the Happy Clown. He", "wary of revealing themselves, but something always seemed to happen\n to them. Some were miserable being nonconformists and asked pitifully\n for the Steyner, some were detected, as Steven had been, and some", "Steven did well at Television Arts, soon taking more leads than was\n customary in School productions, which were organized on a strictly", "The doctor said cheerily, \"There's nothing the matter with him. He'll\n eat when he gets hungry enough,\" and Steven did, to a degree, but not\n as if he enjoyed it.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nSteven Russell was born a misfit, a nonconformist, and for the first", "The doctor shook his head. \"Nothing goes farther than this room,\n Stevie—Steven.\"", "was no fanfare—the public was not to realize that the Happy Clown was\n mortal—and Steven took over with no visible change. For five days he\n played the part to perfection.", "The doctor looked at him sharply. \"But you can't. Try to understand,\n Stevie, you can't. Now tell me—why don't you like to be with other\n people?\"", "The psychiatrist said reasonably, \"But nobody can live by himself,\n Stevie.\" He had apparently forgotten Steven, and the boy did not", "Being, as the Director had said, a brilliant kiddie, Steven soon\n understood much of what was kept from him. It did not take him long", "The boy looked up and said starkly, \"Never?\"\n\n\n The gleaming teeth showed. \"But why should you want to?\"\n\n\n Steven said, \"I don't know.\"", "unhappy, and he certainly did not want to have his head cut open, and\n so he began to act. Even at five, Steven discovered in himself a fine", "large noisy groups, with large community smiles. They confused him; he\n could not tell them apart. Steven retired to a corner and turned his\n back, and when they clutched and panted and grinned at him he hit them.", "The child said, \"Steven. Do I have to lie down?\"" ], [ "Steven went to see Denise every day though after the first time she\n was not awake to know him. The doctors were keeping her under sedation\n until the head bandage could be removed. So far as Denise was to", "She opened her eyes, looked at him drowsily and smiled. \"Oh, Stevie,\n I'm so glad you came. I've been wanting you, darling.\"\n\n\n Steven said, \"Denise—\"", "When Denise left the hospital for the hotel where she would stay until\n the wedding, Steven was more gentle with her than ever, kinder and", "Richard and Harriet were delighted and as eager as Steven for the\n wedding. Steven had agreed reluctantly to put it off until Denise\n had a chance to introduce him to her parents; they were coming East", "On the sixth day he performed as usual, perhaps a little better. His\n commercials had a special fervor, and the sponsors exchanged happy\n glances. Denise was sitting in the booth with them; she smiled at\n Steven lovingly through the glass.", "looking pale and frightened over the viewer, and said rapidly, \"Oh,\n Stevie, I've been trying to get you for an hour. Denny's sick. They\n took her to the hospital!\"", "He was still feeling ill when they let him in to see Denise. He sat\n down beside her bed and spoke to her urgently. \"Denise, talk to me.\n Please, Denise!\"", "He took her to meet his family—Denise's family lived three thousand\n miles away—and she behaved with such perfect decorum and charm that", "he happened to think of, to Denise and the sponsors, when they all came\n pouring out of the booth. Then he collapsed.\nSteven's Steyner was a complete success. He recovered from it a", "her, but nobody came. Denise had apparently said nothing about him.\n Some censor or other—perhaps it was the censor of love—had kept her\n from even saying his name.", "They made love in Denise's apartment when her roommate\n Pauline—Polly—was out, as awkwardly as if there had never been any", "Steven met no nonconformists at the School of Television Arts, and none\n while he was acting in \"The Happy Life\" until Denise Cottrell joined", "The first thing they did to Steven was to talk to him. The psychiatrist\n made him lie down on a foam rubber couch, kiddies' model, with the", "her. She broke the engagement and was heard to say that Stevie Russell\n had proved himself an absolute fool. He was miserable over it, though\n he had only a hazy idea of what he had done or why Denny should", "group experimentation or happy affairs. Denise said wonderingly, \"When\n you really love someone it's all new. Isn't that strange?\" and Steven\n said, kissing her, \"No, not strange at all.\"", "The doctor shook his head. \"Nothing goes farther than this room,\n Stevie—Steven.\"", "She frowned. \"Why do you call me that? Call me Denny. Did you get the\n part, darling?\"\n\n\n He drew back a little. \"Yes, I got it.\"", "like Denise. He shuddered. Did he really want to be like Denise? Some\n stubborn pride in him refused it.", "The boy turned his head away from the psychiatrist's shining teeth and\n said, \"My name's not Stevie. It's Steven.\" He was a thin little boy,", "Denise was lost to him. The outburst in the studio, and the Steyner,\n and the loss of the Happy Clown part were cumulatively too much for" ], [ "At last the doctor came out to him and said what was always said in\n such cases. \"It was necessary to do something—you understand, no", "after a while and met a girl named Frances—Franny—whom he loved and\n who loved him. They were married in the summer and had a little house\n with as much furniture in it as they could afford. The first thing they", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "you with a knife.\" He leaned forward and made a horrible face at the\n camera. Under the jolly makeup and the artful padding, his mouth was\n shockingly twisted, and tears were running out of his eyes. \"A long", "Fortunately nobody heard the last three sentences. The paralyzed\n engineer had recovered in time to cut him off during the pause, and", "Tour and joined the Happy Scouts and had a happy affair, involving\n experimentation, with a neighbor's daughter, Harriet and Richard ceased\n to worry about him. If sometimes he felt so tightly strung-up that a", "and kindness. It had made the world a wonderful place to live in,\n full of wonderful things to make and buy and consume (all wonderfully\n advertised), and if one were a misfit and the doctors found it out and", "The Happy Clown\nBY ALICE ELEANOR JONES\nThis was a century of peace, plethora and\n \nperfection, and little Steven was a misfit,", "The boy looked up and said starkly, \"Never?\"\n\n\n The gleaming teeth showed. \"But why should you want to?\"\n\n\n Steven said, \"I don't know.\"", "only five years old, after all, and there was nobody to talk to, and he\n was desperately unhappy. Perhaps.... He said, \"You'll tell them.\"", "made one think. A favorite nugget, which people were always writing\n in and asking him to repeat, went like this: \"We're all alike inside,", "it all he had. The sponsors were pleased. A week before Christmas the\n current Happy Clown retired and hobbled off to a nursing home. There", "His parents thought it was very cunning of him to look at the printing\n like that, so wisely, as if he could read it! He said once to Harriet,", "sharp knife, folks!\" He paused momentarily to recover his voice, which\n had begun to shake. \"Go on being happy, go on being sheep. Wear the", "She frowned. \"Why do you call me that? Call me Denny. Did you get the\n part, darling?\"\n\n\n He drew back a little. \"Yes, I got it.\"", "\"Ap-pendicitis. Happy Hour.\" Polly began to cry. \"Oh, Stevie, I feel\n so—\"\n\n\n \"I'll go right over.\" He cut her off abruptly and went.", "clear to his mother. She smiled at him lovingly but shook her head.\n \"No, Stevie. Mumsie's precious baby doesn't want those nasty old", "The doctor said cheerily, \"There's nothing the matter with him. He'll\n eat when he gets hungry enough,\" and Steven did, to a degree, but not\n as if he enjoyed it.", "subdued, agreeable and thoroughly conventional young man, who had the\n impression that he had suffered a nervous breakdown. He was discharged\n from the Happy Hour at the end of January, innocently leaving behind", "\"The Happy Life\" recounted the trials of a young physician, too\n beautiful for his own good, who became involved in endless romantic" ], [ "The first thing they did to Steven was to talk to him. The psychiatrist\n made him lie down on a foam rubber couch, kiddies' model, with the", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "wary of revealing themselves, but something always seemed to happen\n to them. Some were miserable being nonconformists and asked pitifully\n for the Steyner, some were detected, as Steven had been, and some", "The doctor shook his head. \"Nothing goes farther than this room,\n Stevie—Steven.\"", "was no fanfare—the public was not to realize that the Happy Clown was\n mortal—and Steven took over with no visible change. For five days he\n played the part to perfection.", "Steven looked at the doctor and said a very strange thing. \"They touch\n me.\" He seemed to shrink into himself. \"Not just with their hands.\"", "The doctor said cheerily, \"There's nothing the matter with him. He'll\n eat when he gets hungry enough,\" and Steven did, to a degree, but not\n as if he enjoyed it.", "Steven said, \"Sure, Joey,\" and allowed his sensitive face to register\n all the proper emotions. Actually his emotions were, in the vernacular", "unhappy, and he certainly did not want to have his head cut open, and\n so he began to act. Even at five, Steven discovered in himself a fine", "Steven went to see Denise every day though after the first time she\n was not awake to know him. The doctors were keeping her under sedation\n until the head bandage could be removed. So far as Denise was to", "large noisy groups, with large community smiles. They confused him; he\n could not tell them apart. Steven retired to a corner and turned his\n back, and when they clutched and panted and grinned at him he hit them.", "The boy turned his head away from the psychiatrist's shining teeth and\n said, \"My name's not Stevie. It's Steven.\" He was a thin little boy,", "The psychiatrist said reasonably, \"But nobody can live by himself,\n Stevie.\" He had apparently forgotten Steven, and the boy did not", "If Steven had moments of bewilderment, of self-loathing, of despair,\n when the tears were real and the jaw muscles jumped to keep the mouth", "Steven sat unknowing in the waiting room, smoking a full pack of\n Marquis cigarettes, the thing was done.", "Steven was not happy in kiddie-garden. The enthusiasm the other kiddies\n showed for the lessons appalled him. The kiddies themselves appalled", "The boy looked up and said starkly, \"Never?\"\n\n\n The gleaming teeth showed. \"But why should you want to?\"\n\n\n Steven said, \"I don't know.\"", "with him. Naturally nobody ever mentions it.... But there's no hurry;\n in the case of a kiddie we can wait a while. Bring Stevie in once a\n week; we'll try therapy first.\"", "had signalled the stagehand to draw the curtain and the sound man to\n play the Happy Clown sign-off record—loud. Steven finished himself\n thoroughly, however, by repeating the same sentiments, with some others", "Steven sat back against the hard wall of the booth, feeling cold, the\n receiver slack in his hand. He said, \"What's the matter with her? Which\n hospital?\"" ], [ "large noisy groups, with large community smiles. They confused him; he\n could not tell them apart. Steven retired to a corner and turned his\n back, and when they clutched and panted and grinned at him he hit them.", "For a while Steven considered confessing to somebody that he was\n a—what?—an unacceptable member of society. Then they would make him", "Steven was not happy in kiddie-garden. The enthusiasm the other kiddies\n showed for the lessons appalled him. The kiddies themselves appalled", "wary of revealing themselves, but something always seemed to happen\n to them. Some were miserable being nonconformists and asked pitifully\n for the Steyner, some were detected, as Steven had been, and some", "The first thing they did to Steven was to talk to him. The psychiatrist\n made him lie down on a foam rubber couch, kiddies' model, with the", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nSteven Russell was born a misfit, a nonconformist, and for the first", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "The psychiatrist said reasonably, \"But nobody can live by himself,\n Stevie.\" He had apparently forgotten Steven, and the boy did not", "popularity and a reputation as an actor. He took the lead in all the\n dramatic club plays, having particular success in the reproduction\n of a Happy Clown program. Steven, of course, was the Happy Clown. He", "This year Steven cried, \"Ma!\" stretching out his hands toward the\n silver and uttering a string of determined sounds which were perfectly", "Steven said, \"Sure, Joey,\" and allowed his sensitive face to register\n all the proper emotions. Actually his emotions were, in the vernacular", "Steven looked at the doctor and said a very strange thing. \"They touch\n me.\" He seemed to shrink into himself. \"Not just with their hands.\"", "revealing enough about her opinion of television, and the Happy Clown\n cult, and the state of society in general, to cause her doctors to\n raise their eyebrows pityingly and perform the Steyner at once. While", "The boy looked up and said starkly, \"Never?\"\n\n\n The gleaming teeth showed. \"But why should you want to?\"\n\n\n Steven said, \"I don't know.\"", "The Happy Clown\nBY ALICE ELEANOR JONES\nThis was a century of peace, plethora and\n \nperfection, and little Steven was a misfit,", "The doctor said cheerily, \"There's nothing the matter with him. He'll\n eat when he gets hungry enough,\" and Steven did, to a degree, but not\n as if he enjoyed it.", "At the end of the tests the Director said seriously to Steven's\n parents, \"I'll be frank with you. You have a brilliant kiddie", "Steven did well at Television Arts, soon taking more leads than was\n customary in School productions, which were organized on a strictly", "Steven said, \"You mean the Happy Tours.\"\n\n\n \"Yes. When you're twelve years old you can go on a Happy Tour. Won't\n that be fun?\"", "Steven went to work in his father's supermarket and was happy among\n the shelves of Oatsies and Cornsies and Jellsies. He got over Denise" ], [ "after a while and met a girl named Frances—Franny—whom he loved and\n who loved him. They were married in the summer and had a little house\n with as much furniture in it as they could afford. The first thing they", "and kindness. It had made the world a wonderful place to live in,\n full of wonderful things to make and buy and consume (all wonderfully\n advertised), and if one were a misfit and the doctors found it out and", "At last the doctor came out to him and said what was always said in\n such cases. \"It was necessary to do something—you understand, no", "\"It was because people were different from each other, and didn't\n understand each other, and didn't know each other. They had to learn", "made one think. A favorite nugget, which people were always writing\n in and asking him to repeat, went like this: \"We're all alike inside,", "Tour and joined the Happy Scouts and had a happy affair, involving\n experimentation, with a neighbor's daughter, Harriet and Richard ceased\n to worry about him. If sometimes he felt so tightly strung-up that a", "The boy looked up and said starkly, \"Never?\"\n\n\n The gleaming teeth showed. \"But why should you want to?\"\n\n\n Steven said, \"I don't know.\"", "The Happy Clown\nBY ALICE ELEANOR JONES\nThis was a century of peace, plethora and\n \nperfection, and little Steven was a misfit,", "clear to his mother. She smiled at him lovingly but shook her head.\n \"No, Stevie. Mumsie's precious baby doesn't want those nasty old", "him. They joined so passionately in the group play, clutching each\n other with their hot moist hands, panting and grinning into each\n others' faces. They were always clutching and panting and grinning, in", "The doctor said, slowly and with emphasis, \"Stevie, long before you\n were born the world was a very bad place. There were wars all the time.\n Do you know why?\"\n\n\n The boy shook his head.", "more loving. He made her very happy. He made love to her again, and it\n was like loving a ghost—no, it was like loving a fine beautiful body", "wary of revealing themselves, but something always seemed to happen\n to them. Some were miserable being nonconformists and asked pitifully\n for the Steyner, some were detected, as Steven had been, and some", "and dish and cup he demanded a knife and fork and spoon from the bureau\n drawer and ate his meals from the plainest dish he could find. He ate\n them with his back stubbornly turned to the television set, away from", "sharp knife, folks!\" He paused momentarily to recover his voice, which\n had begun to shake. \"Go on being happy, go on being sheep. Wear the", "only five years old, after all, and there was nobody to talk to, and he\n was desperately unhappy. Perhaps.... He said, \"You'll tell them.\"", "a nonconformist, who hated perfection.\n \nHe had to learn the hard way....\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "him the broken hearts of three nurses and one female physician, and\n went home to his parents. During his convalescence they were patient\n with him and passionately kind. In spite of the disgrace they felt, a", "The child leaned forward, pressing his knees together, hugging himself\n with his arms, bowing his head. His position was almost foetal. He\n said, \"I'm never by myself. They never let me be by myself.\"", "the group, he would not acquire the proper attitudes for successful\n community living, he would not adjust. Most shocking of all, when the\n lesson about the birdsies and beesies was telecast, he not only refused" ], [ "The doctors caught Denise's appendix in time to avoid the necessary but\n rarely fatal complications ... but under the anesthetic she talked,", "He was still feeling ill when they let him in to see Denise. He sat\n down beside her bed and spoke to her urgently. \"Denise, talk to me.\n Please, Denise!\"", "\"Ap-pendicitis. Happy Hour.\" Polly began to cry. \"Oh, Stevie, I feel\n so—\"\n\n\n \"I'll go right over.\" He cut her off abruptly and went.", "Steven went to see Denise every day though after the first time she\n was not awake to know him. The doctors were keeping her under sedation\n until the head bandage could be removed. So far as Denise was to", "They made love in Denise's apartment when her roommate\n Pauline—Polly—was out, as awkwardly as if there had never been any", "know, she had gone to the hospital simply for a rather protracted\n appendectomy. Looking at her, Steven knew that he could never leave\n her. He had loved her completely; he would love her now with as much of", "looking pale and frightened over the viewer, and said rapidly, \"Oh,\n Stevie, I've been trying to get you for an hour. Denny's sick. They\n took her to the hospital!\"", "her, but nobody came. Denise had apparently said nothing about him.\n Some censor or other—perhaps it was the censor of love—had kept her\n from even saying his name.", "The doctor said, \"All right now? Good .... You'll be careful, of\n course. She may be conscious for a minute; there's no harm in it yet,\n she won't move or touch the—\"", "On the sixth day he performed as usual, perhaps a little better. His\n commercials had a special fervor, and the sponsors exchanged happy\n glances. Denise was sitting in the booth with them; she smiled at\n Steven lovingly through the glass.", "like Denise. He shuddered. Did he really want to be like Denise? Some\n stubborn pride in him refused it.", "He took her to meet his family—Denise's family lived three thousand\n miles away—and she behaved with such perfect decorum and charm that", "him the broken hearts of three nurses and one female physician, and\n went home to his parents. During his convalescence they were patient\n with him and passionately kind. In spite of the disgrace they felt, a", "She opened her eyes, looked at him drowsily and smiled. \"Oh, Stevie,\n I'm so glad you came. I've been wanting you, darling.\"\n\n\n Steven said, \"Denise—\"", "he happened to think of, to Denise and the sponsors, when they all came\n pouring out of the booth. Then he collapsed.\nSteven's Steyner was a complete success. He recovered from it a", "When Denise left the hospital for the hotel where she would stay until\n the wedding, Steven was more gentle with her than ever, kinder and", "were unfortunately surprised in hospitals. Under the anesthetic they\n sometimes talked, and then, if they were adults, they were immediately\n corrected by means of Steyner's lobotomy. It had been learned that", "She frowned. \"Why do you call me that? Call me Denny. Did you get the\n part, darling?\"\n\n\n He drew back a little. \"Yes, I got it.\"", "Over staggering competition he got the part. He called Denise up at\n once from a booth at the studio to tell her. Polly answered the phone,", "At last the doctor came out to him and said what was always said in\n such cases. \"It was necessary to do something—you understand, no" ], [ "The first thing they did to Steven was to talk to him. The psychiatrist\n made him lie down on a foam rubber couch, kiddies' model, with the", "everybody ate, just everybody, Steven climbed out of bed and slept on\n the floor.", "That night in the HYM dormitory Steven did not sleep. He lay quiet,\n tense, hoping for the relief of tears, but it did not come.", "Clowns on the corners, and a television set in the footboard. It was a\n smaller copy of his parents' bed, even to the Happy Clowns. Steven did", "not like that either, and if his parents persisted in turning the bed\n on after he had learned to turn it off, he climbed out and slept on the\n floor.", "Steven did not like his Rockabye Crib, that joggled him gently and sang\n him songs about the Happy Clown all night long; and he howled until", "The doctor said cheerily, \"There's nothing the matter with him. He'll\n eat when he gets hungry enough,\" and Steven did, to a degree, but not\n as if he enjoyed it.", "The child said, \"Steven. Do I have to lie down?\"", "The psychiatrist said reasonably, \"But nobody can live by himself,\n Stevie.\" He had apparently forgotten Steven, and the boy did not", "The boy turned his head away from the psychiatrist's shining teeth and\n said, \"My name's not Stevie. It's Steven.\" He was a thin little boy,", "Steven looked at the doctor and said a very strange thing. \"They touch\n me.\" He seemed to shrink into himself. \"Not just with their hands.\"", "Steven's face got red, and he squeezed his eyes shut, opened his mouth\n and howled until his mother passed him the dish and cup and curly", "Steven was not happy in kiddie-garden. The enthusiasm the other kiddies\n showed for the lessons appalled him. The kiddies themselves appalled", "They were pleased with him at the clinic and after a few months\n discharged him. By the time Steven was twelve and had made the Happy", "The boy looked up and said starkly, \"Never?\"\n\n\n The gleaming teeth showed. \"But why should you want to?\"\n\n\n Steven said, \"I don't know.\"", "The doctor shook his head. \"Nothing goes farther than this room,\n Stevie—Steven.\"", "with him. Naturally nobody ever mentions it.... But there's no hurry;\n in the case of a kiddie we can wait a while. Bring Stevie in once a\n week; we'll try therapy first.\"", "unhappy, and he certainly did not want to have his head cut open, and\n so he began to act. Even at five, Steven discovered in himself a fine", "Being, as the Director had said, a brilliant kiddie, Steven soon\n understood much of what was kept from him. It did not take him long", "This year Steven cried, \"Ma!\" stretching out his hands toward the\n silver and uttering a string of determined sounds which were perfectly" ], [ "and movies and live singers and dancers and his own inimitable brand\n of philosophy and humor. Everybody loved the Happy Clown. He had been\n several different actors in thirty years, but his makeup never changed:", "The Happy Clown incident had passed off well—immediately after\n it occurred, a powerful battery of comedians, including the Jolly", "popularity and a reputation as an actor. He took the lead in all the\n dramatic club plays, having particular success in the reproduction\n of a Happy Clown program. Steven, of course, was the Happy Clown. He", "The Happy Clown had been an American institution for thirty years. He\n was on television for an hour every night at dinner time, with puppets", "laugh. The Happy Clown was always so cheerful and folksy and sincere.\n He believed passionately in all the products he instructed his viewers\n to buy, and one was entirely certain that he used them all himself.", "Happy Clown motif on the slip-cover, and said with a beaming face,\n \"Now, Stevie, what seems to be the trouble?\"", "He rehearsed feverishly for the part of the Happy Clown, and because he\n was a fine craftsman and a conscientious artist he continued to give", "The Happy Clown\nBY ALICE ELEANOR JONES\nThis was a century of peace, plethora and\n \nperfection, and little Steven was a misfit,", "things, no he doesn't! Play with your Happy Clown, sweetheart.\"", "it all he had. The sponsors were pleased. A week before Christmas the\n current Happy Clown retired and hobbled off to a nursing home. There", "admiring the Happy Clown's sense of humor—a little sharp, to be sure,\n not so folksy and down-to-earth as usual, but the Happy Clown could do", "was no fanfare—the public was not to realize that the Happy Clown was\n mortal—and Steven took over with no visible change. For five days he\n played the part to perfection.", "of a previous century, mixed. He loathed the whole concept of the Happy\n Clown—but there was money in it, and Steven was not rebel enough to", "bought was a television set. After all, as Stevie said, he would not\n want to miss the Happy Clown.", "revealing enough about her opinion of television, and the Happy Clown\n cult, and the state of society in general, to cause her doctors to\n raise their eyebrows pityingly and perform the Steyner at once. While", "Clowns on the corners, and a television set in the footboard. It was a\n smaller copy of his parents' bed, even to the Happy Clowns. Steven did", "had signalled the stagehand to draw the curtain and the sound man to\n play the Happy Clown sign-off record—loud. Steven finished himself\n thoroughly, however, by repeating the same sentiments, with some others", "the Youth Bed, he looked at the Happy Clown, and he did much better in\n kiddie-garden. He even joined in the group experimentation and was not", "folks, and we ought to be all alike outside.\" The Happy Clown's\n viewers were not children and adults, they were kiddies and folks.", "opportunity for so young and relatively untried an actor. The current\n Happy Clown was unhappily retiring, by reason of age and infirmity, and" ] ]

[ "How was Alice able to get off work early in order to meet Pete at the bar?", "Why was Riuku unable to break the bond with Alice's mind? ", "Why were Pete and Alice pulled over by the police?", "What was Riuku's overall feeling about Alice as the vessel for his probing activities?", "Why did Pete say, \"The slip of a lip . . . \" before being cut off by Alice?", "What was the essential function of the secret weapon being built in the factory?", "Why was Nagor in such a rush to leave their location close to Earth?", "What was Alice's role in the development of the secret weapon?", "Why do most of the girls seek jobs at the factory in spite of its secrecy?", "What does Alice discover about Pete Ganley?" ]

[ [ "She flirted with Tommy in order to distract him from the fact that she was leaving work earlier than normal.", "Every factory employee must go through a weekly Shielding process to boost their mind shields against the probing activities of their alien enemies. Alice switched out the marker identifying the day of her booster.", "Because her mind shield charge was in the safe zone, it was not necessary for her to complete the booster on any specific day, so long as she completed the charge before it reached the danger zone.", "Because of the factory requirement to receive the mind shield booster once a week, Alice simply changed her identifying marker to yellow to trick the guard into thinking she was part of the Friday group." ], [ "Because Alice's mind was weaker than Riuku's, it functioned as a kind of parasite that latched onto Riuku and would not allow him to escape.", "The power of Alice's sadness over losing Pete Ganley strengthened the connection between her mind and Rikuku's.", "The Shield booster had forged a permanent attachment to Alice's mind from which Riuku was unable to escape.", "The secret weapon developed in the factory was an enhancement to the Shield booster that trapped any enemies who had discovered a way around it." ], [ "Susan had hired a detective to wire Pete's copter in order to expose his infidelity, and the detective pulled Pete over so that Susan could confront the two.", "The copter Pete had been using for his evening rendezvouses with Alice belonged to the company they both worked for, so the police pulled him over for a citation.", "Adultery was considered a social taboo, the discovery of which would be widely circulated in print media. Susan enjoyed this kind of exposure, so she hired the police to help her catch Pete and Alice in the act.", "The secret weapon developed in the factory had a special function that triggered an alarm when the Shield had been breached, so the police had discovered Riuku's plot." ], [ "As he spent more time inside Alice's mind, he found himself sympathizing more with humans and began to feel regret about his subversive behavior.", "He was annoyed by human sexuality and what he regarded as Alice's general uselessness when it came to uncovering helpful information about the secret weapon.", "Although he was irritated by her general ignorance about the identity of the secret weapon, its purpose, and its machinations, he found her natural curiosity to be useful in his fact-finding mission.", "He appreciated her flippancy with the rules that allowed him access to her mind and enabled him to easily control the questions she asked people that provided him with good information to report back to Nagor." ], [ "He wanted to warn Alice discreetly not to talk about their affair because he had learned that one of Susan's friends had seen them at the bar the night before, and he was worried about being exposed.", "He was growing suspicious of Alice's questions since she had never before shown a curiosity in his job; he worried she might have succumbed to alien probing.", "He was reminding Alice that it was forbidden for any factory employee to discuss any aspect of the workings of the factory in the name of Earth's defense.", "He wanted to prevent Alice from revealing too much information to him about the specific functions of her job soldering 731 wires." ], [ "It transmitted lethal pulse waves through Corcoran force fields designed and built by workers in the factory.", "It allowed Earth control over the minds of their alien enemies by utilizing force fields and a control panel headquartered in the factory.", "It was a force field that could be used to make Earth's spaceships undetectable by their alien enemies and make sneak attacks easier.", "It was a force field that was completely impervious to aggressive attacks by the alien enemies stationed just outside Earth's atmosphere." ], [ "Because of Riuku's findings through Alice's mind, Nagor realized Earth was close to implementing their lethal weapon, so he wanted to ensure the safety of their fleet.", "Other ships in their fleet were beginning to disappear, suggesting Earth was systematically eliminating them by using the Corcoran force field weapon.", "The deadline previously agreed upon with Riuku was rapidly approaching, and Nagor knew extending their presence past the deadline would mean certain death.", "Like Riuku, he was irritated by the Shield technology employed by humans to protect themselves from alien probing, and he wanted to seek out other planets." ], [ "She filled 731 plugs with solder and fused the wires into the correct position for Corcoran assemblies that ultimately helped produce a force field.", "She used a soldering iron to fuse together white, red, and yellow wires used in the assembly of the Corcoran force field.", "She filled plugs with solder and passed them along to Lois, Marge, and Coralie so that they could fuse them together with 731 wires.", "She worked with Lois, Marge, and Coralie at the Line 73 Plug table to inspect wires and plugs for eventual use in the Corcoran assemblies." ], [ "It is a good place to meet and flirt with men like Pete and Tommy.", "It pays really well compared to similar jobs.", "Working at the factory is considered prestigious and offers better opportunities for advancement.", "They are allowed several breaks per shift and can take naps on the couch in the restroom lobby." ], [ "He doesn't know as much about the development of the secret weapon as he pretends to know.", "His mind has also been taken over by an alien.", "He had been cheating on her with a large number of women.", "This is not the first time he has cheated on Susan." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Pete,\" Alice said suddenly. \"What are we working on, anyway?\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean, working on?\" He frowned at her.", "\"Pete....\" But he wouldn't meet Alice's eyes. And when Susan took his\n arm, he followed her.", "\"But Pete, honey,\" Alice said. \"What did you come over to the gate\n for? You shouldn't of done it.\"\n\n\n \"Why not? I wanted to see you.\"", "\"Surprised, Pete?\" Alice Hendricks said at his elbow.", "\"Oh, Pete,\" Alice Hendricks whispered. \"Petey, you're not—\"", "Don't they ever think of anything but their kids? Alice thought. She\n stopped listening to them. She heard Pete's voice again, husky and", "That night after work Pete Ganley was waiting outside the gate again.\n Alice spotted his copter right away, even though he had the lights\n turned way down.\n\n\n \"Gee, Pete, I didn't think....\"", "across the bar, and looked back at Alice, more closely this time. The\n ID badge, pinned to her hip. The badge, with her name, number,\n department, and picture—and the little meter that measured the", "\"Sure,\" Alice said. \"And you should of seen Pete's face when I walked\n in.\"", "He didn't sound like Pete.\n\n\n \"Why?\" Alice said. \"Are you afraid she'll divorce you?\"", "\"But surely you can find out through the girl,\" Nagor insisted from\n far away, almost out of phase altogether.\n\n\n \"No, Pete!\" Alice Hendricks said aloud.", "turn them off. Twelve-ten. Alice got off work at Houston's at twelve.\n She ought to be here by now. She would be, if it weren't Thursday.\n Shield boosting night for her.", "\"You really want to know how it works?\" Pete Ganley said. When she\n nodded he couldn't help grinning. \"Well, it's analogous to the field", "Pete looked over at her. She was pouting, the upper lip drawn under\n the lower. Someone must have told her that was cute. Well, so what—it\n was cute.", "\"Oh, her.\" Alice touched the tip of the iron to the solder filled pin,\n worked the wire down into position. \"What can she do? Pete doesn't\n give a damn about her.\"", "Alice followed his gaze. She giggled. \"It was easy,\" she said. \"The\n guards don't do more than glance at us, you know. And everyone who's", "Petes with gleaming eyes and clutching hands and good little Alices\n pushing them away—for the moment.", "\"But Alice....\" Pete Ganley swallowed his beer and signaled for\n another. \"This is serious. You've got to keep the shields up. The\n enemy is everywhere. Why, right now, one could be probing you.\"", "The first break. Ten minutes away from work. Alice was walking back\n along the aisle that separated Assembly from the men's Machine Shop. A\n chance, perhaps. She was looking at the machines, or rather past them,\n at the men.", "Riuku prodded. The drink made his job easier. Alice's thoughts calmed,\n swirled away from Susan and what am I going to do and why didn't I" ], [ "\"Riuku, if you don't come now....\"\n\n\n He fought, but Alice's thoughts were still with him; Alice's tears\n still kept bringing him back into full awareness of her.", "\"Riuku!\"\n\n\n \"I—I can't!\"\n\n\n The Shielding boost, that had integrated him so completely with Alice\n Hendricks, would never let him go.", "But she was asleep at last. Riuku was free enough of her thoughts to\n break contact, partially of course, since if he broke it completely he", "He twisted, trying to pull free of Alice's fear, away from the\n integration of their separate terrors. But he couldn't push her\n thoughts back from his. She was too frightened. He was too frightened.\n The bond held.", "She drank it in, and in her mind Riuku did too. Wonderful integration,\n wonderful. Partial thought control. And now, he'd learn the secret....", "\"No,\" Riuku said flatly. \"They're shielded. Perfectly I can't make\n contact with a single mind down there that has the faintest inkling of", "Riuku prodded. Calm down, you fool. You're not gaining anything this\n way. Calm down, so I can get out of here....\n\n\n Alice Hendricks stopped yelling abruptly.", "Riuku forced his way up through the erotic dreams of Alice Hendricks.\n \"I know a little,\" he said. \"They damp their thought waves somehow,\n and keep us from spotting the Corcoran field.\"", "Riuku waited. He prodded. He understood the Restricted Area as she\n understood it—which was not at all. He found out some things about", "The machines. Riuku prodded at her thoughts, wishing he could\n influence them, wishing that just for a moment he could see, hear,\n feel,\nthink\nas she would never think.", "Riuku probed. Her thoughts were easy enough to read, but just try to\n translate them into anything useful.... He probed deeper. The plugs", "Riuku twisted his way through her thoughts, tried to push them\n down....\nDoes he love me, he's got to love me, sure he does, he just", "And then, in the midst of her thoughts, the pain, driving deep into\n Riuku, twisting at him, wrenching at him, until there was no\n consciousness of anything at all.", "And neither had Riuku.\nRiuku waited until she'd fallen soundly asleep that night before he", "Riuku prodded. The drink made his job easier. Alice's thoughts calmed,\n swirled away from Susan and what am I going to do and why didn't I", "And Riuku gibbered unheard in her mind.", "\"Yeah, and I know a lot about you too!\" Alice Hendricks cried.\n\n\n \"Why, let me get my hands on you....\"\n\n\n \"Riuku!\"", "Police. Fear, all the way through Alice's thoughts, all the way\n through Riuku. Police. Earth law. That meant—it must mean he'd been\n discovered, that they had some other means of protection besides the\n Shielding....", "\"How could you do it, Petey....\" Numb whispers, numb thoughts, over\n and over, but no longer frightened, no longer binding on Riuku.", "\"Riuku, you're the only one of us with any possible sort of contact.\n You've got to find out, if we're to stay here at all.\"" ], [ "\"Pete,\" Alice said suddenly. \"What are we working on, anyway?\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean, working on?\" He frowned at her.", "\"But Pete, honey,\" Alice said. \"What did you come over to the gate\n for? You shouldn't of done it.\"\n\n\n \"Why not? I wanted to see you.\"", "\"Pete....\" But he wouldn't meet Alice's eyes. And when Susan took his\n arm, he followed her.", "Petes with gleaming eyes and clutching hands and good little Alices\n pushing them away—for the moment.", "Don't they ever think of anything but their kids? Alice thought. She\n stopped listening to them. She heard Pete's voice again, husky and", "\"Oh, Pete,\" Alice Hendricks whispered. \"Petey, you're not—\"", "That night after work Pete Ganley was waiting outside the gate again.\n Alice spotted his copter right away, even though he had the lights\n turned way down.\n\n\n \"Gee, Pete, I didn't think....\"", "\"Surprised, Pete?\" Alice Hendricks said at his elbow.", "A spotlight flashed out of the darkness, turned on them, outlined\n them. A siren whirred briefly, and then another copter pulled up\n beside them and a loudspeaker blared tinnily.", "Pete looked over at her. She was pouting, the upper lip drawn under\n the lower. Someone must have told her that was cute. Well, so what—it\n was cute.", "He didn't sound like Pete.\n\n\n \"Why?\" Alice said. \"Are you afraid she'll divorce you?\"", "\"But Alice....\" Pete Ganley swallowed his beer and signaled for\n another. \"This is serious. You've got to keep the shields up. The\n enemy is everywhere. Why, right now, one could be probing you.\"", "Police. Fear, all the way through Alice's thoughts, all the way\n through Riuku. Police. Earth law. That meant—it must mean he'd been\n discovered, that they had some other means of protection besides the\n Shielding....", "He was staring straight ahead, his hands locked about the controls. He\n was sort of—well, distant. Not her Petey any more. Someone else's\n Pete. Susan's Pete....", "in the same line with you. They won't notice.\" She giggled again. \"I\n thought it was smart, Petey. You oughta think so too. You know why I\n did it, don't you?\"", "\"But surely you can find out through the girl,\" Nagor insisted from\n far away, almost out of phase altogether.\n\n\n \"No, Pete!\" Alice Hendricks said aloud.", "\"Oh, Pete, Pete, what did you do?\"", "\"Whatever made you think of that?\" He laughed suddenly. He turned to\n her, still laughing. He was the old Pete again, she thought, with his", "\"You really want to know how it works?\" Pete Ganley said. When she\n nodded he couldn't help grinning. \"Well, it's analogous to the field", "\"Sure,\" Alice said. \"And you should of seen Pete's face when I walked\n in.\"" ], [ "Riuku probed. Her thoughts were easy enough to read, but just try to\n translate them into anything useful.... He probed deeper. The plugs", "Riuku waited. He prodded. He understood the Restricted Area as she\n understood it—which was not at all. He found out some things about", "Riuku prodded. The drink made his job easier. Alice's thoughts calmed,\n swirled away from Susan and what am I going to do and why didn't I", "The machines. Riuku prodded at her thoughts, wishing he could\n influence them, wishing that just for a moment he could see, hear,\n feel,\nthink\nas she would never think.", "\"Riuku, if you don't come now....\"\n\n\n He fought, but Alice's thoughts were still with him; Alice's tears\n still kept bringing him back into full awareness of her.", "Riuku forced his way up through the erotic dreams of Alice Hendricks.\n \"I know a little,\" he said. \"They damp their thought waves somehow,\n and keep us from spotting the Corcoran field.\"", "She drank it in, and in her mind Riuku did too. Wonderful integration,\n wonderful. Partial thought control. And now, he'd learn the secret....", "Riuku twisted his way through her thoughts, tried to push them\n down....\nDoes he love me, he's got to love me, sure he does, he just", "And then, in the midst of her thoughts, the pain, driving deep into\n Riuku, twisting at him, wrenching at him, until there was no\n consciousness of anything at all.", "Riuku prodded. Calm down, you fool. You're not gaining anything this\n way. Calm down, so I can get out of here....\n\n\n Alice Hendricks stopped yelling abruptly.", "But she was asleep at last. Riuku was free enough of her thoughts to\n break contact, partially of course, since if he broke it completely he", "\"Yeah, and I know a lot about you too!\" Alice Hendricks cried.\n\n\n \"Why, let me get my hands on you....\"\n\n\n \"Riuku!\"", "Good, Riuku thought. Now she'll be working. Now he'd find out whatever\n it was she was doing. Not that it would be important, of course, but", "\"Riuku!\"\n\n\n \"I—I can't!\"\n\n\n The Shielding boost, that had integrated him so completely with Alice\n Hendricks, would never let him go.", "And neither had Riuku.\nRiuku waited until she'd fallen soundly asleep that night before he", "Alice Hendricks stirred in her sleep. The dream images slipped through\n her subconscious, almost waking her, beating against Riuku.\n\n\n Pete, baby, you shouldn't be like that....", "Riuku sighed. \"I'll try,\" he said.\nSomeone put another dollar in the juke box, and the theremins started", "And Riuku gibbered unheard in her mind.", "Police. Fear, all the way through Alice's thoughts, all the way\n through Riuku. Police. Earth law. That meant—it must mean he'd been\n discovered, that they had some other means of protection besides the\n Shielding....", "that. It's not right. But it's different, with Susan such a mean\n thing. Poor Petey....\nRiuku prodded. He found it so much easier since the Shielding boost." ], [ "\"Pete,\" Alice said suddenly. \"What are we working on, anyway?\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean, working on?\" He frowned at her.", "\"But Pete, honey,\" Alice said. \"What did you come over to the gate\n for? You shouldn't of done it.\"\n\n\n \"Why not? I wanted to see you.\"", "\"Oh, Pete,\" Alice Hendricks whispered. \"Petey, you're not—\"", "Don't they ever think of anything but their kids? Alice thought. She\n stopped listening to them. She heard Pete's voice again, husky and", "...\nPete. Gee, he must have got home awful late last night. Wonder\n what Susan said to him. Why does he keep taking her lip, anyway?", "Pete looked over at her. She was pouting, the upper lip drawn under\n the lower. Someone must have told her that was cute. Well, so what—it\n was cute.", "\"Pete....\" But he wouldn't meet Alice's eyes. And when Susan took his\n arm, he followed her.", "He didn't sound like Pete.\n\n\n \"Why?\" Alice said. \"Are you afraid she'll divorce you?\"", "\"Surprised, Pete?\" Alice Hendricks said at his elbow.", "\"I'm sure you can, Pete. You always try. But as for you—you little—\"", "\"But Alice....\" Pete Ganley swallowed his beer and signaled for\n another. \"This is serious. You've got to keep the shields up. The\n enemy is everywhere. Why, right now, one could be probing you.\"", "\"But surely you can find out through the girl,\" Nagor insisted from\n far away, almost out of phase altogether.\n\n\n \"No, Pete!\" Alice Hendricks said aloud.", "\"Course not. You're not supposed to talk about any part of the job\n except your own. You know that. The slip of a lip—\"", "\"Whatever made you think of that?\" He laughed suddenly. He turned to\n her, still laughing. He was the old Pete again, she thought, with his", "\"Oh, Alice, you're as bad as—look, baby, don't you see? It would be\n awful for you. All the publicity, the things she'd call you, maybe\n even in the papers....\"", "in the same line with you. They won't notice.\" She giggled again. \"I\n thought it was smart, Petey. You oughta think so too. You know why I\n did it, don't you?\"", "\"Sure,\" Alice said. \"And you should of seen Pete's face when I walked\n in.\"", "Alice Hendricks stirred in her sleep. The dream images slipped through\n her subconscious, almost waking her, beating against Riuku.\n\n\n Pete, baby, you shouldn't be like that....", "Petes with gleaming eyes and clutching hands and good little Alices\n pushing them away—for the moment.", "\"That's better,\" Susan said. \"Pete, your taste in women gets worse\n each time. I don't know why I always take you back.\"\n\n\n \"I can explain everything.\"" ], [ "the most closely guarded factory on or under or above the surface of\n the Earth. He settled down and waited, expectantly.", "Only they weren't. They were making a weapon, and this bit of\n electronic equipment was part of that weapon. What part? What did the\n 731 plug do?", "The plant. The Restricted Area. The useless secret of Earth's now\n unneeded weapon. Alice Hendricks glancing past it, at the spot welding\n machine, at Tommy.", "\"It's a simple enough gadget,\" Pete Ganley said. \"A new type of force\n field weapon that the enemy can't spot until it hits them. They don't", "\"Easily. It's the right one. The parking lot attendant knows there's a\n new weapon being produced in there. The waitress at the Jumbo Burger", "At the end of the shift he had learned nothing. Nothing about the\n weapon, that is. He had found out a good deal about the sex life of", "\"So that's how it works,\" Pete Ganley said. \"Quite a weapon, against\n them. It wouldn't work on a human being, of course.\" She was staring", "\"At the plant. All I ever do is sit there soldering plugs, and no one\n ever tells me what for.\"", "\"Do it,\" Nagor said grimly. \"We've got to find out what that weapon\n is. Or else get out of this solar system.\"", "The machines were—machines. That big funny one where Ned works, and\n Tommy's spot welder, and over in the corner where the superintendent\n is—he's a snappy dresser, tie and everything.", "Still, he needn't worry about it. He had the whole shift to find out\n what the weapon was. The whole shift, here inside Alice's mind, inside", "\"That's the control panel for one of the weapons, silly. It's only a\n duplicate, actually—a monitor station. But it's tuned to the\n frequencies of all the ships in this sector and—\"", "Riuku waited. He prodded. He understood the Restricted Area as she\n understood it—which was not at all. He found out some things about", "\"You really want to know how it works?\" Pete Ganley said. When she\n nodded he couldn't help grinning. \"Well, it's analogous to the field", "\"How does it work, honey?\" Alice Hendricks said.\n\n\n \"You really want to know? Okay. Now the Corcoran field is generated\n between the ships and areas like that one, only a lot more powerful,\n by—\"", "\"What's the matter?\" She climbed in beside him. He didn't answer until\n the copter had lifted itself into the air, away from the factory\n landing lots and the bright overhead lights and the home-bound\n workers.", "She was stretched out on the couch in the restroom lobby taking a\n short nap—on company time, old Liverlips being tied up with the new\n girls down at the other end of the line—when Riuku finally managed to\n call Nagor again.", "They could be making anything. Radios, monitor units, sound equipment.", "\"You contacted the factory?\" Nagor asked.", "Who cared about the weapon? He was right, even if she wouldn't admit\n it. She hadn't even listened, hardly. She hadn't understood." ], [ "\"Do it,\" Nagor said grimly. \"We've got to find out what that weapon\n is. Or else get out of this solar system.\"", "\"Well,\" Nagor said doubtfully. \"All right. But hurry. We haven't much\n time at all.\"\n\n\n \"I'll hurry,\" Riuku promised. \"I'll be back with you tonight.\"", "\"Nagor! I've been discovered!\"\n\n\n \"Come away then, you fool!\"", "The others were fleeing, getting farther away even as he listened to\n Nagor's call. Contact was hard to maintain now; he could feel\n communication fading.", "Nagor looked out through the ports of the spaceship, which didn't in\n the least resemble an Earth spaceship, any more than what Nagor\n considered sight resembled the corresponding Earth sense perception.\n He frowned.", "space, to the spot where Nagor and the others waited for his report.", "Contact thinned as he reached out away from her, toward Nagor, toward\n the ship. He fought his way out through the Shielding, away from her\n and her thoughts and every detestable thing about her. Break free,", "tried contacting Nagor. He'd learned nothing useful. He'd picked up\n nothing in her mind except more thoughts of Pete, and gee, maybe", "\"Nagor, I'm getting it,\" Riuku called. \"I'll bring it all back with\n me. Just a minute and I'll have it.\"", "\"Riuku!\" Nagor's call was harsh, urgent. \"You've got to find out. We", "\"Not yet, Nagor,\" he said. \"Her boy friend knows. I'll find out. I'll\n make her listen to him.\"", "\"Nagor....\"\n\n\n \"Riuku? Is that you?\"", "Riuku cursed her again, in the lingua franca of a dozen systems.\n Nagor's voice faded. Riuku switched back to English.", "She was stretched out on the couch in the restroom lobby taking a\n short nap—on company time, old Liverlips being tied up with the new\n girls down at the other end of the line—when Riuku finally managed to\n call Nagor again.", "\"No,\" Riuku said. \"I haven't had any luck. And I can tell you right\n now that I'm not going to have any, and no one else is going to have\n any either. The Earthmen are too well shielded.\"", "\"It's coming through now, Nagor.\"\n\n\n \"—a very simple power source, once you get the basics of it. You—oh,\n oh!\" He grabbed her arm. \"Duck, Alice!\"", "haven't much time. We lost three more ships today, and there wasn't a\n sign of danger. No Earthman nearby, no force fields, nothing. You've\n got to find out why.\" Those ships just disappeared.", "doesn't want me to get hurt....\nAnd far away, almost completely out of phase, Nagor's call. \"Riuku,", "\"Oh, Petey, I've lost you....\"\n\n\n And Nagor's sad farewell slipped completely out of phase, leaving him\n alone, with her.", "Silence. Then: \"We've lost another ship. Maybe you'd better turn her\n loose and come on back. It looks as if we'll have to run for it, after\n all.\"" ], [ "The plant. The Restricted Area. The useless secret of Earth's now\n unneeded weapon. Alice Hendricks glancing past it, at the spot welding\n machine, at Tommy.", "Still, he needn't worry about it. He had the whole shift to find out\n what the weapon was. The whole shift, here inside Alice's mind, inside", "Only they weren't. They were making a weapon, and this bit of\n electronic equipment was part of that weapon. What part? What did the\n 731 plug do?", "Riuku forced his way up through the erotic dreams of Alice Hendricks.\n \"I know a little,\" he said. \"They damp their thought waves somehow,\n and keep us from spotting the Corcoran field.\"", "\"How does it work, honey?\" Alice Hendricks said.\n\n\n \"You really want to know? Okay. Now the Corcoran field is generated\n between the ships and areas like that one, only a lot more powerful,\n by—\"", "\"Pete,\" Alice said suddenly. \"What are we working on, anyway?\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean, working on?\" He frowned at her.", "\"So that's how it works,\" Pete Ganley said. \"Quite a weapon, against\n them. It wouldn't work on a human being, of course.\" She was staring", "Alice followed his gaze. She giggled. \"It was easy,\" she said. \"The\n guards don't do more than glance at us, you know. And everyone who's", "\"What're you looking at, Alice?\" Tommy said.\n\n\n \"Oh, that.\" She pointed. \"Wonder what it's for? It doesn't look like\n much of anything, really.\"", "\"It's coming through now, Nagor.\"\n\n\n \"—a very simple power source, once you get the basics of it. You—oh,\n oh!\" He grabbed her arm. \"Duck, Alice!\"", "Alice Hendricks listened. For some reason she wanted to listen. She\n was really curious about the field. But, gee, how did he expect her to", "Alice Hendricks didn't know. Alice Hendricks didn't care.", "Alice Hendricks turned her back on the lead man and looked down the\n work table to her place. The other girls were there already. Lois and\n Marge and Coralie, the other three members of the Plug table, Line 73.", "\"You really want to know how it works?\" Pete Ganley said. When she\n nodded he couldn't help grinning. \"Well, it's analogous to the field", "\"Yeah, and I know a lot about you too!\" Alice Hendricks cried.\n\n\n \"Why, let me get my hands on you....\"\n\n\n \"Riuku!\"", "\"But Alice....\" Pete Ganley swallowed his beer and signaled for\n another. \"This is serious. You've got to keep the shields up. The\n enemy is everywhere. Why, right now, one could be probing you.\"", "across the bar, and looked back at Alice, more closely this time. The\n ID badge, pinned to her hip. The badge, with her name, number,\n department, and picture—and the little meter that measured the", "Riuku prodded. The drink made his job easier. Alice's thoughts calmed,\n swirled away from Susan and what am I going to do and why didn't I", "Riuku waited. He prodded. He understood the Restricted Area as she\n understood it—which was not at all. He found out some things about", "\"Oh, her.\" Alice touched the tip of the iron to the solder filled pin,\n worked the wire down into position. \"What can she do? Pete doesn't\n give a damn about her.\"" ], [ "Alice Hendricks turned her back on the lead man and looked down the\n work table to her place. The other girls were there already. Lois and\n Marge and Coralie, the other three members of the Plug table, Line 73.", "let him learn what her job was, and what those other girls' jobs were,\n and in a little while he'd have all the data he needed. Maybe even\n before the shift ended tonight, before she went through the Shielding", "the most closely guarded factory on or under or above the surface of\n the Earth. He settled down and waited, expectantly.", "\"At the plant. All I ever do is sit there soldering plugs, and no one\n ever tells me what for.\"", "The plant. The Restricted Area. The useless secret of Earth's now\n unneeded weapon. Alice Hendricks glancing past it, at the spot welding\n machine, at Tommy.", "The first break. Ten minutes away from work. Alice was walking back\n along the aisle that separated Assembly from the men's Machine Shop. A\n chance, perhaps. She was looking at the machines, or rather past them,\n at the men.", "The machines were—machines. That big funny one where Ned works, and\n Tommy's spot welder, and over in the corner where the superintendent\n is—he's a snappy dresser, tie and everything.", "them, and luckier too, with her Joe and the kids. What a laugh! Joe\n was probably the only guy who'd ever looked at her, and she'd hooked", "\"What's the matter?\" She climbed in beside him. He didn't answer until\n the copter had lifted itself into the air, away from the factory\n landing lots and the bright overhead lights and the home-bound\n workers.", "717's any day. He got her talking about the weapon again, and he found\n out what the other girls thought about it.", "\"Course not. You're not supposed to talk about any part of the job\n except your own. You know that. The slip of a lip—\"", "\"You really want to know how it works?\" Pete Ganley said. When she\n nodded he couldn't help grinning. \"Well, it's analogous to the field", "Good, Riuku thought. Now she'll be working. Now he'd find out whatever\n it was she was doing. Not that it would be important, of course, but", "Riuku waited. He prodded. He understood the Restricted Area as she\n understood it—which was not at all. He found out some things about", "At the end of the shift he had learned nothing. Nothing about the\n weapon, that is. He had found out a good deal about the sex life of", "She was stretched out on the couch in the restroom lobby taking a\n short nap—on company time, old Liverlips being tied up with the new\n girls down at the other end of the line—when Riuku finally managed to\n call Nagor again.", "\"Easily. It's the right one. The parking lot attendant knows there's a\n new weapon being produced in there. The waitress at the Jumbo Burger", "Saturday. Into the plant at 3:58. Jean's diamond again....\nWish it\n would choke her; she's got a horsey enough face for it to. Where's old", "Alice Hendricks listened. For some reason she wanted to listen. She\n was really curious about the field. But, gee, how did he expect her to", "\"Sure,\" he said. No harm in telling her. No spies now, not in this\n kind of war. Besides, she was too dumb to know anything." ], [ "\"Pete Ganley, you fall for anything, don't you?\"\n\n\n \"Susan!\"", "That night after work Pete Ganley was waiting outside the gate again.\n Alice spotted his copter right away, even though he had the lights\n turned way down.\n\n\n \"Gee, Pete, I didn't think....\"", "\"You really want to know how it works?\" Pete Ganley said. When she\n nodded he couldn't help grinning. \"Well, it's analogous to the field", "\"But Alice....\" Pete Ganley swallowed his beer and signaled for\n another. \"This is serious. You've got to keep the shields up. The\n enemy is everywhere. Why, right now, one could be probing you.\"", "\"So that's how it works,\" Pete Ganley said. \"Quite a weapon, against\n them. It wouldn't work on a human being, of course.\" She was staring", "\"Pete,\" Alice said suddenly. \"What are we working on, anyway?\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean, working on?\" He frowned at her.", "\"Pete....\" But he wouldn't meet Alice's eyes. And when Susan took his\n arm, he followed her.", "\"Oh, Pete,\" Alice Hendricks whispered. \"Petey, you're not—\"", "\"Surprised, Pete?\" Alice Hendricks said at his elbow.", "\"But Pete, honey,\" Alice said. \"What did you come over to the gate\n for? You shouldn't of done it.\"\n\n\n \"Why not? I wanted to see you.\"", "\"But surely you can find out through the girl,\" Nagor insisted from\n far away, almost out of phase altogether.\n\n\n \"No, Pete!\" Alice Hendricks said aloud.", "He didn't sound like Pete.\n\n\n \"Why?\" Alice said. \"Are you afraid she'll divorce you?\"", "Don't they ever think of anything but their kids? Alice thought. She\n stopped listening to them. She heard Pete's voice again, husky and", "Petes with gleaming eyes and clutching hands and good little Alices\n pushing them away—for the moment.", "in on Mare Indrium Mary for the tenth time since Pete Ganley had come\n into the bar. \"Aw shut up,\" he said, wishing there was some way to", "\"Sure, baby, I'm glad you did it,\" Pete Ganley said huskily.\n\n\n Riuku was glad too, the next afternoon when the swing shift started\n pouring through the gates.", "\"Whatever made you think of that?\" He laughed suddenly. He turned to\n her, still laughing. He was the old Pete again, she thought, with his", "tried contacting Nagor. He'd learned nothing useful. He'd picked up\n nothing in her mind except more thoughts of Pete, and gee, maybe", "\"Oh, her.\" Alice touched the tip of the iron to the solder filled pin,\n worked the wire down into position. \"What can she do? Pete doesn't\n give a damn about her.\"", "reached out for the pan of 731 wires. \"You know, it's funny. Pete's\n not so good looking, and he's sort of a careless dresser and all that," ] ]

[ "What is Umagum?", "Why does Sally ask Sol if he is \"nakkid\"?", "Why does Willie visit Sheriff Coogan?", "Why was Mrs. Brundage upset?", "What is an exelution?", "What happens to Sol Becker at the end of the story?", "Why do most of the townspeople Sol encountered throughout the story refuse to speak to Sol?", "How did Mr. Brundage die?", "Who was Prince Regent?", "Who are the Knights of the Realm?" ]

[ [ "It is a kind of unusual breakfast food Mrs. Dawes prepares for Sol Becker.", "It is the name of the town where Sol Becker takes refuge after his car is stolen.", "It is the name of a mysterious dream world wherein the residents of the town gather at night for public executions.", "It is a mispronunciation of Armagon uttered by Mrs. Dawes at breakfast." ], [ "He had slept on the couch with the towel he used to dry himself wrapped around his waist.", "\"Nakkid\" is a term used to describe strangers in the court of Armagon.", "She runs into the living room and catches him as he is undressing and preparing to go to bed.", "He had undressed the night before because his clothes were wet from getting soaked in the rain." ], [ "He thinks Sheriff Coogan might have some information about the hoodlum who hijacked Sol's vehicle.", "He wants to introduce him to Sol in order to help him make a report about his stolen car.", "He believes Sheriff Coogan has some information about Mr. Brundage that was not known previously.", "He wants to remind him about the court that will be held that night in Armagon." ], [ "She was protesting when Charlie, Sol, Willie, and Sheriff Coogan came to remove her husband's body from her home.", "Vincent had been killed the previous night by the Knights in Armagon.", "She didn't like Sol Becker asking her questions about Vincent Brundage's death.", "Her husband was sentenced to be killed the next time the Armagon court convened, and she felt he had done nothing wrong." ], [ "An exelution is another mispronunciation said by Mrs. Dawes at the breakfast dinner when she is referencing events in Armagon. ", "An exelution is a mispronunciation of \"execution\" uttered by Sally several times as she excitedly anticipates events in Armagon.", "Sally pronounces \"execution\" as \"exelution\" because this is how the townspeople refer to the events that unfold in Amagon.", "Sheriff Coogan mispronounces \"execution\" as \"exelution\" because he is missing some teeth." ], [ "He is appointed a Knight of Armagon and welcomed to the fold by King Dawes.", "He escapes from his dream of Armagan and leaves the town.", "He is executed by the Knights of Armagon.", "He discovers that the hijacker had been sent by the townspeople in order to trap him there so he could be led to Armagon." ], [ "Sol is new to town and therefore unfamiliar with their Laws. They don't want to talk about Armagon with a stranger.", "They have been instructed to refer all questions regarding Armagon or the death of Brundage to Willie Dawes.", "They don't trust his intentions in the town, since nobody knows who he is and he might put them in some kind of danger.", "They don't believe his story about being hijacked and left out in the rain." ], [ "He had been executed by the Knights in the court of Armagon.", "He died of a heart attack in his sleep in bed with Mrs. Brundage.", "He passed away peacefully in his sleep in his room above the Haircut Shave & Massage Parlor.", "The townspeople had gathered the night before to kill him in the town square because he broke one of the Laws." ], [ "Prince Regent was the ruler of Armagon and the overseer of the nightly court.", "Charlie went by \"Prince Regent\" because it made him feel more important amongst the townspeople.", "This was Willie Dawes' persona in the dream world of Armagon.", "This was Charlie's persona in the dream world of Armagon." ], [ "It is the name of the gang of hoodlums to which the hijacker that stole Sol Becker's car belongs.", "A vigilante justice group self-appointed to enforce the town's laws. They kill Mr. Brundage.", "It is the primary governing body of the dream world of Armagon that includes Willie Dawes.", "A group of townspeople including Charlie who carries out executions in the dream town of Armagon." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Umagum,\" Sally said, a\n piece of toast sticking out\n from the side of her mouth.\n \"Don't you know\nnothin'\n?\"", "\"Tush,\" the woman said.\n She scurried out, and returned\n a moment later with a\n thick bath towel. \"Sorry I", "Mom was following him,\n her stout body regal in scarlet\n robes. \"Sally! You give\n Sir Coogan his helmet! You\n hear?\"\n\n\n \"Mrs. Dawes!\" Sol said.", "of some unrecognizable\n military figure. Three\n old men took their places on\n the bench that circled the\n General, and leaned on their", "\"Look, Mr. Dawes.\" He was\n panting; the pace was fast.\n \"Does\nshe\ndream about this—Armagon,\n too? That woman\n back there?\"\n\n\n \"Yep.\"", "\"Oh, that's an old trick. Did\n you ever see an exelution?\"\n\n\n \"No. Did you ever see a little\n girl with her hide\n tanned?\"\n\n\n \"Huh?\"", "\"Pardon me, sir.\" The old\n man, leathery-faced, with a\n fine yellow moustache, looked\n at him dumbly. \"Have you\n ever heard of Armagon?\"\n\n\n \"You a stranger?\"", "laden with two rather large\n feet, still encased in bedroom\n slippers. Charlie was at the\n other end of the burden,\n which appeared to be a middle-aged", "\"Dream? You mean this—Armagon\n is a place you dream\n about?\"", "\"Yes,\" Dawes said craftily.\n \"So I see. Welcome to Armagon,\n Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n \"Armagon?\" Sol gaped.\n \"Then this is the place\n you've been dreaming about?\"", "He described the hitchhiker\n incident, but Coogan\n listened stoically. He murmured\n something about the\n Troopers, and shuffled alongside\n the puffing fat man.", "Running feet, clanking of\n armor. Sol backed up against\n a pillar. \"Now look here.\n You've gone far enough—\"\n\n\n \"Not quite,\" said the King.", "He\n was tired and very\n sleepy, and his customary\n nightly review was limited to\n a few detached thoughts\n about the wedding he was", "\"Hear you been asking\n questions, Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n Sol nodded, embarrassed.\n \"Guess I have. I'm awfully\n curious about this Armagon\n place. Never heard of anything\n like it before.\"", "She put the end of a pigtail\n in her mouth and sat down on\n the chair opposite. \"I went to\n the palace last night. They\n had an exelution.\"", "\"Huh, mister?\" she said,\n pushing a finger against her\n freckled nose. \"Are you?\"\n\n\n \"No,\" he said angrily. \"I'm\n not naked. Will you please\n go away?\"", "\"Yep,\" the King said. \"And\n now\nyou're\nin it, too.\"\n\n\n \"Then I'm only dreaming!\"", "Familiar faces, under shining\n helmets, moved towards\n him; the tips of sharp-pointed\n spears gleaming wickedly.", "Willie Dawes appeared.\nNo!\nSol thought. This was\nKing\nDawes; nothing else\n could explain the magnificence\n of his attire.", "Then he went to sleep.\n\n\n A voice awoke him, shrill\n and questioning.\n\n\n \"Are you\nnakkid\n?\"" ], [ "Then he went to sleep.\n\n\n A voice awoke him, shrill\n and questioning.\n\n\n \"Are you\nnakkid\n?\"", "\"Huh, mister?\" she said,\n pushing a finger against her\n freckled nose. \"Are you?\"\n\n\n \"No,\" he said angrily. \"I'm\n not naked. Will you please\n go away?\"", "\"Please,\" Sol groaned. \"Be\n a good girl, Sally. If you let\n me get dressed, I'll show you\n how to take your thumb off.\"", "\"Yes,\" Sol said. \"Please let\n me get dressed. If you don't\n mind.\" The girl didn't move.\n \"What time is it?\"", "\"That's good,\" Sol said desperately.\n \"Now why don't you\n be a good girl and eat your\n poached eggs. In the kitchen.\"", "Dawes looked at him disgustedly.\n \"Now is it any of\nyour\nbusiness? I mean, is it?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" Sol said\n miserably.", "\"Umagum,\" Sally said, a\n piece of toast sticking out\n from the side of her mouth.\n \"Don't you know\nnothin'\n?\"", "teeth. Aren't you\never\ngonna\n get up?\" She skipped out of\n the room, and Sol hastily sat", "Mom was following him,\n her stout body regal in scarlet\n robes. \"Sally! You give\n Sir Coogan his helmet! You\n hear?\"\n\n\n \"Mrs. Dawes!\" Sol said.", "The rest of the meal went\n silently, except for Sally's insistence\n upon singing her\n school song between mouthfuls.\n When Dawes was\n through, he pushed back his\n plate and ordered Sol to get\n ready.", "Sol was staring. He opened\n his mouth, but couldn't think\n of the right question to ask.\n Then he blurted out: \"What\n execution?\"", "\"Exelution! Exelution!\"\n Sally shrieked.\n\n\n \"Now wait a minute—\"\n\n\n Charlie shouted.", "indifferently to his tale\n of woe. \"I might miss the\n wedding,\" Sol said unhappily.\n \"I'm awfully sorry.\" Fred", "\"Sally!\" Mom was peering\n out of the screen door. \"You\n let Mr. Becker alone and go\n wash. Your Pa will be home\n soon.\"", "\"Well, take those shoes off,\n first,\" the woman grumbled.\n \"You can undress in the parlor,\n if you'll keep off the rug.\n You won't mind using the\n sofa?\"", "\"Dunno,\" Sally shrugged.\n \"I like poached eggs. They're\n my favorite eggs in the whole\n world.\"", "\"Just another night,\" Sol\n told her, trying to shake the\n girl off. \"If it's okay with\n your folks. They haven't\n found my car yet.\"", "They filed past him and the\n crying Mrs. Brundage.\n\n\n When they were out of\n sight, Sol pleaded with her.\n\n\n \"What happened? How did\n your husband die?\"", "\"Well, we'll talk about it.\n If you let go my leg.\"\n\n\n Inside the house, she said:\n \"We're having pot roast. You\n stayin'?\"", "He read Sally's copy of\nTreasure Island\nfor about\n half an hour. Then he undressed,\n made himself comfortable\n on the sofa, snuggled\n under the soft blanket\n that Mom had provided, and\n shut his eyes." ], [ "\"Well, come on. Stir that\n fat carcass. Gotta pick up\n Sheriff Coogan, too. This\n here gentleman has to see him\n about somethin' else.\"", "\"Yes.\"\n\n\n The man scratched his ear.\n \"Take you over to Sheriff\n Coogan after breakfast. He'll\n let the Stateys know about it.\n My name's Dawes.\"", "\"None of\nyour\nbusiness,\"\n the man said coldly. \"You eat\n up, young man. If you want\n me to get Sheriff Coogan\n lookin' for your car.\"", "The Sheriff, a sleepy-eyed\n citizen with a long, sad face,\n was rocking on a porch as\n they approached his house,\n trying to puff a half-lit pipe.\n He lifted one hand wearily\n when he saw them.", "\"Have to stop someplace\n first,\" Dawes said. \"But we'll\n be pickin' up the Sheriff on\n the way. Okay with you?\"\n\n\n \"Fine,\" Sol said uneasily.", "body outa the house.\n This here's Mr. Becker; he\n got another problem. Mr.\n Becker, meet Cookie Coogan.\"", "The Sheriff turned and regarded\n him lugubriously.\n \"Your\ncar\n? Young man, ain't\n you got no\nrespect\n?\"", "He described the hitchhiker\n incident, but Coogan\n listened stoically. He murmured\n something about the\n Troopers, and shuffled alongside\n the puffing fat man.", "\"My poor Vincent,\" she\n sobbed.\n\n\n \"Better let us up,\" the\n Sheriff said kindly. \"No use\n just lettin' him lay there,\n Mrs. Brundage.\"", "\"You better stay out of\n this,\" the Sheriff warned.\n \"This is a local matter, young\n man. You better stay in the\n shop while we go up.\"", "The fat man giggled.\n\n\n \"Here's the Sheriff,\" Dawes\n said.", "At eleven-thirty, a brown-faced\n State Trooper came to\n call, and Sol told his story.\n He was promised nothing,\n and told to stay in town until\n he was contacted again by\n the authorities.", "over to Brundage's to pick up\n the body. Ma's gonna pay a\n call on Mrs. Brundage around\n ten o'clock. You care to visit?\"", "Willie Dawes appeared.\nNo!\nSol thought. This was\nKing\nDawes; nothing else\n could explain the magnificence\n of his attire.", "who merely snickered and\n said: \"You stayin' with the\n Dawes, ain't you? Better ask\n Willie, then. He knows the", "\"Don't get many people\n comin' into town,\" Dawes\n said, looking at him curiously.\n \"Ain't seen a stranger in\n years. But you look like the\n rest of us.\" He chuckled.", "man in pajamas. The\n Sheriff followed the trio up\n with a sad, undertaker expression.\n Behind him came Mrs.\n Brundage, properly weeping.", "\"We'll take him to the funeral\n parlor,\" Dawes said,\n breathing hard. \"Weighs a\n ton, don't he?\"\n\n\n \"What killed him?\" Sol\n said.", "world of Armagon. The visit\n to the barber shop. The removal\n of Brundage's body.\n The conversations with the\n townspeople. Dawes' suspicious", "The Sheriff joined the procession,\n pausing only once to\n inquire into Sol's predicament." ], [ "\"Now, now,\" Dawes said\n gently. \"Don't you take on\n like that, Mrs. Brundage. You\n heard the charges. It hadda\n be this way.\"", "\"Oh, my goodness!\" Mom\n got up hastily. \"That reminds\n me. I gotta call poor Mrs.\n Brundage. It's the\nleast\nI\n could do.\"", "They filed past him and the\n crying Mrs. Brundage.\n\n\n When they were out of\n sight, Sol pleaded with her.\n\n\n \"What happened? How did\n your husband die?\"", "\"My poor Vincent,\" she\n sobbed.\n\n\n \"Better let us up,\" the\n Sheriff said kindly. \"No use\n just lettin' him lay there,\n Mrs. Brundage.\"", "over to Brundage's to pick up\n the body. Ma's gonna pay a\n call on Mrs. Brundage around\n ten o'clock. You care to visit?\"", "man in pajamas. The\n Sheriff followed the trio up\n with a sad, undertaker expression.\n Behind him came Mrs.\n Brundage, properly weeping.", "It was a reedy woman in a\n housecoat, her hair in curlers,\n her eyes red and swollen.", "The man batted his eyes.\n \"Oh, Brundage!\" he said.\n \"You know, I clean forgot\n about him?\" He laughed.\n \"Imagine me forgetting\n that?\"", "Fresh tears resulted. \"Can't\n you leave me alone?\" She\n turned her back. \"I got things\n to do. You can make yourself\n comfortable—\" She indicated\n the barber chairs, and left\n through the back door.", "the mirror, strangely gray in\n the dim light, made him\n groan. His clothes were a\n mess, and he needed a shave.\n If only Brundage had been", "\"Tush,\" the woman said.\n She scurried out, and returned\n a moment later with a\n thick bath towel. \"Sorry I", "\"Good idea,\" Dawes nodded.\n \"And I'll have to round\n up some folks and get old\n Brundage out of there.\"", "\"Huh, mister?\" she said,\n pushing a finger against her\n freckled nose. \"Are you?\"\n\n\n \"No,\" he said angrily. \"I'm\n not naked. Will you please\n go away?\"", "\"Must be nearly three,\" the\n woman sniffed. \"You couldn't\n have come at a worse time. I\n was just on my way to\n court—\"", "When he had dressed, the\n clothes still damp and unpleasant\n against his skin, he\n went out of the parlor and\n found the kitchen. Mom was\n busy at the stove. He said:\n \"Good morning.\"", "Dawes looked at him disgustedly.\n \"Now is it any of\nyour\nbusiness? I mean, is it?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" Sol said\n miserably.", "nightgown, and was busily\n clutching a worn house-robe\n around her expansive middle.\n She blinked at Sol Becker's", "After the meal, they spent\n a quiet evening at home. Sally\n went to bed, screaming her\n reluctance, at eight-thirty.", "At eleven o'clock, he returned\n to the Dawes residence,\n and found Mom in the\n kitchen, surrounded by the", "She padded off, leaving Sol\n holding the towel. He patted\n his face, and then scrubbed\n the wet tangle of brown hair." ], [ "\"Oh, that's an old trick. Did\n you ever see an exelution?\"\n\n\n \"No. Did you ever see a little\n girl with her hide\n tanned?\"\n\n\n \"Huh?\"", "\"If I brush my teeth. Boy,\n you shoulda seen the exelution!\"\n\n\n \"Execution,\" her father\n said.", "\"Exelution! Exelution!\"\n Sally shrieked.\n\n\n \"Now wait a minute—\"\n\n\n Charlie shouted.", "Sol was staring. He opened\n his mouth, but couldn't think\n of the right question to ask.\n Then he blurted out: \"What\n execution?\"", "She put the end of a pigtail\n in her mouth and sat down on\n the chair opposite. \"I went to\n the palace last night. They\n had an exelution.\"", "clock on the mantle,\n and made a noise with her\n tongue. \"Three-thirty!\" she\n exclaimed. \"I'll miss the\n whole execution ...\"", "He asked about the execution,\n and the man stiffened.", "\"That's good,\" Sol said desperately.\n \"Now why don't you\n be a good girl and eat your\n poached eggs. In the kitchen.\"", "Running feet, clanking of\n armor. Sol backed up against\n a pillar. \"Now look here.\n You've gone far enough—\"\n\n\n \"Not quite,\" said the King.", "Sol swallowed hard and fell\n silent. He went outside with\n them, the woman slamming\n the barber-shop door behind", "Sol's head was spinning. As\n they left the woman and continued\n their determined\n march down the quiet street,\n he tried to find answers.", "Mom was following him,\n her stout body regal in scarlet\n robes. \"Sally! You give\n Sir Coogan his helmet! You\n hear?\"\n\n\n \"Mrs. Dawes!\" Sol said.", "\"We'll take him to the funeral\n parlor,\" Dawes said,\n breathing hard. \"Weighs a\n ton, don't he?\"\n\n\n \"What killed him?\" Sol\n said.", "laden with two rather large\n feet, still encased in bedroom\n slippers. Charlie was at the\n other end of the burden,\n which appeared to be a middle-aged", "He\n was tired and very\n sleepy, and his customary\n nightly review was limited to\n a few detached thoughts\n about the wedding he was", "Sol laughed feebly. \"I\n guess they would at that.\"\n\n\n \"Goodnight,\" Dawes said.\n\n\n \"Goodnight.\"", "Sol couldn't hold himself\n in.\n\n\n \"What law? Who's dead?\n How did it happen?\"", "He leaped out of the chair\n as voices sounded behind the\n door. Dawes was kicking it\n open with his foot, his arms", "The Sheriff, a sleepy-eyed\n citizen with a long, sad face,\n was rocking on a porch as\n they approached his house,\n trying to puff a half-lit pipe.\n He lifted one hand wearily\n when he saw them.", "The rest of the meal went\n silently, except for Sally's insistence\n upon singing her\n school song between mouthfuls.\n When Dawes was\n through, he pushed back his\n plate and ordered Sol to get\n ready." ], [ "Sol laughed feebly. \"I\n guess they would at that.\"\n\n\n \"Goodnight,\" Dawes said.\n\n\n \"Goodnight.\"", "And Sol Becker wondered—would\n he ever awake?\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from\nFantastic Universe", "At eleven-thirty, a brown-faced\n State Trooper came to\n call, and Sol told his story.\n He was promised nothing,\n and told to stay in town until\n he was contacted again by\n the authorities.", "Sol swallowed hard and fell\n silent. He went outside with\n them, the woman slamming\n the barber-shop door behind", "indifferently to his tale\n of woe. \"I might miss the\n wedding,\" Sol said unhappily.\n \"I'm awfully sorry.\" Fred", "Dawes looked at him disgustedly.\n \"Now is it any of\nyour\nbusiness? I mean, is it?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" Sol said\n miserably.", "\"That's good,\" Sol said desperately.\n \"Now why don't you\n be a good girl and eat your\n poached eggs. In the kitchen.\"", "They filed past him and the\n crying Mrs. Brundage.\n\n\n When they were out of\n sight, Sol pleaded with her.\n\n\n \"What happened? How did\n your husband die?\"", "\"Just another night,\" Sol\n told her, trying to shake the\n girl off. \"If it's okay with\n your folks. They haven't\n found my car yet.\"", "body outa the house.\n This here's Mr. Becker; he\n got another problem. Mr.\n Becker, meet Cookie Coogan.\"", "\"We'll take him to the funeral\n parlor,\" Dawes said,\n breathing hard. \"Weighs a\n ton, don't he?\"\n\n\n \"What killed him?\" Sol\n said.", "Sol's head was spinning. As\n they left the woman and continued\n their determined\n march down the quiet street,\n he tried to find answers.", "teeth. Aren't you\never\ngonna\n get up?\" She skipped out of\n the room, and Sol hastily sat", "\"Hear you been asking\n questions, Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n Sol nodded, embarrassed.\n \"Guess I have. I'm awfully\n curious about this Armagon\n place. Never heard of anything\n like it before.\"", "\"Yes,\" Dawes said craftily.\n \"So I see. Welcome to Armagon,\n Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n \"Armagon?\" Sol gaped.\n \"Then this is the place\n you've been dreaming about?\"", "\"I'm sorry—\" Sol's voice\n was pained. \"The man in the\n diner said you might put me\n up. I had my car stolen: a\n hitchhiker; going to Salinas ...\"\n He was puffing.", "\"Why, Mr. Becker! How\n nice to see you again! Pa!\nPa!\nLook who's here!\"", "The rest of the meal went\n silently, except for Sally's insistence\n upon singing her\n school song between mouthfuls.\n When Dawes was\n through, he pushed back his\n plate and ordered Sol to get\n ready.", "nightgown, and was busily\n clutching a worn house-robe\n around her expansive middle.\n She blinked at Sol Becker's", "The man regarded Sol suspiciously.\n \"Never seen you\n before. Night\nor\nday. Stranger?\"\n\n\n \"Come\non\n!\" Dawes said." ], [ "Sol swallowed hard and fell\n silent. He went outside with\n them, the woman slamming\n the barber-shop door behind", "At eleven-thirty, a brown-faced\n State Trooper came to\n call, and Sol told his story.\n He was promised nothing,\n and told to stay in town until\n he was contacted again by\n the authorities.", "\"Don't get many people\n comin' into town,\" Dawes\n said, looking at him curiously.\n \"Ain't seen a stranger in\n years. But you look like the\n rest of us.\" He chuckled.", "The man regarded Sol suspiciously.\n \"Never seen you\n before. Night\nor\nday. Stranger?\"\n\n\n \"Come\non\n!\" Dawes said.", "Sol laughed feebly. \"I\n guess they would at that.\"\n\n\n \"Goodnight,\" Dawes said.\n\n\n \"Goodnight.\"", "Dawes looked at him disgustedly.\n \"Now is it any of\nyour\nbusiness? I mean, is it?\"\n\n\n \"I don't know,\" Sol said\n miserably.", "Sol's head was spinning. As\n they left the woman and continued\n their determined\n march down the quiet street,\n he tried to find answers.", "\"Just another night,\" Sol\n told her, trying to shake the\n girl off. \"If it's okay with\n your folks. They haven't\n found my car yet.\"", "Sol was staring. He opened\n his mouth, but couldn't think\n of the right question to ask.\n Then he blurted out: \"What\n execution?\"", "indifferently to his tale\n of woe. \"I might miss the\n wedding,\" Sol said unhappily.\n \"I'm awfully sorry.\" Fred", "They filed past him and the\n crying Mrs. Brundage.\n\n\n When they were out of\n sight, Sol pleaded with her.\n\n\n \"What happened? How did\n your husband die?\"", "\"I'm sorry—\" Sol's voice\n was pained. \"The man in the\n diner said you might put me\n up. I had my car stolen: a\n hitchhiker; going to Salinas ...\"\n He was puffing.", "The Sheriff, a sleepy-eyed\n citizen with a long, sad face,\n was rocking on a porch as\n they approached his house,\n trying to puff a half-lit pipe.\n He lifted one hand wearily\n when he saw them.", "\"Don't think I can talk\n about that. Fella broke one of\n the Laws; that's about it.\n Don't see where you come\n into it.\"", "\"Don't want to hear another\n word about pay.\"\nMr. Dawes\n came home an\n hour later, looking tired.\n Mom pecked him lightly on\n the forehead. He glanced at\n the evening paper, and then\n spoke to Sol.", "teeth. Aren't you\never\ngonna\n get up?\" She skipped out of\n the room, and Sol hastily sat", "\"Have to stop someplace\n first,\" Dawes said. \"But we'll\n be pickin' up the Sheriff on\n the way. Okay with you?\"\n\n\n \"Fine,\" Sol said uneasily.", "\"We'll take him to the funeral\n parlor,\" Dawes said,\n breathing hard. \"Weighs a\n ton, don't he?\"\n\n\n \"What killed him?\" Sol\n said.", "He wandered around the\n town some more after lunch,\n trying to spark conversation\n with the residents.", "Sol couldn't hold himself\n in.\n\n\n \"What law? Who's dead?\n How did it happen?\"" ], [ "They filed past him and the\n crying Mrs. Brundage.\n\n\n When they were out of\n sight, Sol pleaded with her.\n\n\n \"What happened? How did\n your husband die?\"", "The man batted his eyes.\n \"Oh, Brundage!\" he said.\n \"You know, I clean forgot\n about him?\" He laughed.\n \"Imagine me forgetting\n that?\"", "\"Now, now,\" Dawes said\n gently. \"Don't you take on\n like that, Mrs. Brundage. You\n heard the charges. It hadda\n be this way.\"", "man in pajamas. The\n Sheriff followed the trio up\n with a sad, undertaker expression.\n Behind him came Mrs.\n Brundage, properly weeping.", "\"My poor Vincent,\" she\n sobbed.\n\n\n \"Better let us up,\" the\n Sheriff said kindly. \"No use\n just lettin' him lay there,\n Mrs. Brundage.\"", "over to Brundage's to pick up\n the body. Ma's gonna pay a\n call on Mrs. Brundage around\n ten o'clock. You care to visit?\"", "\"Good idea,\" Dawes nodded.\n \"And I'll have to round\n up some folks and get old\n Brundage out of there.\"", "the mirror, strangely gray in\n the dim light, made him\n groan. His clothes were a\n mess, and he needed a shave.\n If only Brundage had been", "\"Oh, my goodness!\" Mom\n got up hastily. \"That reminds\n me. I gotta call poor Mrs.\n Brundage. It's the\nleast\nI\n could do.\"", "\"We'll take him to the funeral\n parlor,\" Dawes said,\n breathing hard. \"Weighs a\n ton, don't he?\"\n\n\n \"What killed him?\" Sol\n said.", "\"Hi, Charlie. Thought I'd\n see if you wanted to help\n move Brundage.\"", "world of Armagon. The visit\n to the barber shop. The removal\n of Brundage's body.\n The conversations with the\n townspeople. Dawes' suspicious", "\"Hi, Cookie,\" Dawes\n grinned. \"Thought you, me,\n and Charlie would get Brundage's", "Sol swallowed hard and fell\n silent. He went outside with\n them, the woman slamming\n the barber-shop door behind", "The fat man grunted and\n hoisted himself out of the\n swivel chair. He followed\n lamely behind the two men\n as they went out into the\n street again.", "laden with two rather large\n feet, still encased in bedroom\n slippers. Charlie was at the\n other end of the burden,\n which appeared to be a middle-aged", "He described the hitchhiker\n incident, but Coogan\n listened stoically. He murmured\n something about the\n Troopers, and shuffled alongside\n the puffing fat man.", "At eleven-thirty, a brown-faced\n State Trooper came to\n call, and Sol told his story.\n He was promised nothing,\n and told to stay in town until\n he was contacted again by\n the authorities.", "indifferently to his tale\n of woe. \"I might miss the\n wedding,\" Sol said unhappily.\n \"I'm awfully sorry.\" Fred", "him. He waited in front of\n the building while the men\n toted away the corpse to some\n new destination.\nHe\n took a walk." ], [ "\"I told you,\" Dawes said\n testily. \"Charlie here's Prince\n Regent. But don't let the fancy", "\"Yeah.\" Dawes wasn't\n amused. \"And you Prince Regent.\"\n\n\n \"Aw, Willie—\"", "Willie Dawes appeared.\nNo!\nSol thought. This was\nKing\nDawes; nothing else\n could explain the magnificence\n of his attire.", "\"Why, I think that's very\n nice,\" the woman said. \"I'll\n be sure and do that.\" She\n smiled at the fat man. \"Mornin',\n Prince.\"", "Running feet, clanking of\n armor. Sol backed up against\n a pillar. \"Now look here.\n You've gone far enough—\"\n\n\n \"Not quite,\" said the King.", "\"Oh, tush, nobody's asking\n you to pay. This isn't a hotel.\n You mind if I go back upstairs?\n They're gonna miss\n me at the palace.\"", "Mom was following him,\n her stout body regal in scarlet\n robes. \"Sally! You give\n Sir Coogan his helmet! You\n hear?\"\n\n\n \"Mrs. Dawes!\" Sol said.", "He\n was tired and very\n sleepy, and his customary\n nightly review was limited to\n a few detached thoughts\n about the wedding he was", "She put the end of a pigtail\n in her mouth and sat down on\n the chair opposite. \"I went to\n the palace last night. They\n had an exelution.\"", "\"Okay,\" the girl said\n blithely. \"I'm goin' to the palace\n again. If I brush my", "\"Yep,\" the King said. \"And\n now\nyou're\nin it, too.\"\n\n\n \"Then I'm only dreaming!\"", "title fool you. He got no\n more power than any Knight\n of the Realm. He's just too\n dern fat to do much more'n", "The man batted his eyes.\n \"Oh, Brundage!\" he said.\n \"You know, I clean forgot\n about him?\" He laughed.\n \"Imagine me forgetting\n that?\"", "He described the hitchhiker\n incident, but Coogan\n listened stoically. He murmured\n something about the\n Troopers, and shuffled alongside\n the puffing fat man.", "\"Look, Mr. Dawes.\" He was\n panting; the pace was fast.\n \"Does\nshe\ndream about this—Armagon,\n too? That woman\n back there?\"\n\n\n \"Yep.\"", "shivered, and let the warmth\n seep over him. \"I'm terribly\n sorry. I know how late it is.\"\n He looked at his watch, but", "Carefully, he stepped off the\n carpet and onto the stone\n floor in front of the fireplace.\n He removed his\n drenched coat and suit jacket,", "Charlie chuckled. \"He's a\n stranger, all right.\"\n\n\n \"And you, Mr.—\" Sol\n turned to the fat man. \"You\n also know about this palace\n and everything?\"", "\"Must be nearly three,\" the\n woman sniffed. \"You couldn't\n have come at a worse time. I\n was just on my way to\n court—\"", "laden with two rather large\n feet, still encased in bedroom\n slippers. Charlie was at the\n other end of the burden,\n which appeared to be a middle-aged" ], [ "\"Yep,\" Dawes chuckled.\n \"Think you better round up\n the Knights.\"\n\n\n Sol said: \"The Knights?\"", "title fool you. He got no\n more power than any Knight\n of the Realm. He's just too\n dern fat to do much more'n", "The Knights stepped forward.\n\n\n \"Wait!\" Sol screamed.", "Running feet, clanking of\n armor. Sol backed up against\n a pillar. \"Now look here.\n You've gone far enough—\"\n\n\n \"Not quite,\" said the King.", "Willie Dawes appeared.\nNo!\nSol thought. This was\nKing\nDawes; nothing else\n could explain the magnificence\n of his attire.", "\"I told you,\" Dawes said\n testily. \"Charlie here's Prince\n Regent. But don't let the fancy", "Mom was following him,\n her stout body regal in scarlet\n robes. \"Sally! You give\n Sir Coogan his helmet! You\n hear?\"\n\n\n \"Mrs. Dawes!\" Sol said.", "evenings. But, if you do, beware—beware of the Knights!\ndream\n \ntown\nby ... HENRY SLESAR", "\"Yep,\" the King said. \"And\n now\nyou're\nin it, too.\"\n\n\n \"Then I'm only dreaming!\"", "Familiar faces, under shining\n helmets, moved towards\n him; the tips of sharp-pointed\n spears gleaming wickedly.", "Charlie chuckled. \"He's a\n stranger, all right.\"\n\n\n \"And you, Mr.—\" Sol\n turned to the fat man. \"You\n also know about this palace\n and everything?\"", "of some unrecognizable\n military figure. Three\n old men took their places on\n the bench that circled the\n General, and leaned on their", "The man regarded Sol suspiciously.\n \"Never seen you\n before. Night\nor\nday. Stranger?\"\n\n\n \"Come\non\n!\" Dawes said.", "\"Look, Mr. Dawes.\" He was\n panting; the pace was fast.\n \"Does\nshe\ndream about this—Armagon,\n too? That woman\n back there?\"\n\n\n \"Yep.\"", "\"Oh, tush, nobody's asking\n you to pay. This isn't a hotel.\n You mind if I go back upstairs?\n They're gonna miss\n me at the palace.\"", "She put the end of a pigtail\n in her mouth and sat down on\n the chair opposite. \"I went to\n the palace last night. They\n had an exelution.\"", "\"Okay,\" the girl said\n blithely. \"I'm goin' to the palace\n again. If I brush my", "\"Yes,\" Dawes said craftily.\n \"So I see. Welcome to Armagon,\n Mr. Becker.\"\n\n\n \"Armagon?\" Sol gaped.\n \"Then this is the place\n you've been dreaming about?\"", "\"Sure,\" Sally piped. \"We\n all go there at night. I'm goin'\n to the palace again, too.\"\n\n\n \"If you brush your teeth,\"\n Mom said primly.", "\"Pardon me, sir.\" The old\n man, leathery-faced, with a\n fine yellow moustache, looked\n at him dumbly. \"Have you\n ever heard of Armagon?\"\n\n\n \"You a stranger?\"" ] ]

[ "What are the two most popular formats for delivering OA?", "How are OA journals different from toll access journals?", "What is green OA?", "What is gold OA?", "Does the author give more preference to gold OA or green OA?", "How many authors are taking advantage of toll access journals' blanket permission for green OA?", "What is an example of libre OA?", "What is libre OA?", "What is gratis OA?" ]

[ [ "Ebooks and databases", "Repositories and databases", "Journals and blogs", "Journals and repositories" ], [ "OA journals only publish postprints while toll access journals publish both preprints and postprints.", "OA journals are newer, free to read, and have moderate profit margins.", "Toll access journals do not make a profit while OA journals do.", "Toll access journals are newer, free to read, and have large profit margins. " ], [ "Open access content delivered through repositories. ", "Open access content delivered through personal web sites.", "Open access content delivered through journals.", "Open access content that has permission barriers removed. " ], [ "Open access content delivered through databases. ", "Open access content that does not allow users to exceed fair use. ", "Open access content delivered through journals. ", "Open access content delivered through repositories." ], [ "Neither. The author argues that both are important.", "Gold OA", "Green OA ", "Neither. The author argues that the gold/green is irrelevant to the OA movement." ], [ "none", "half", "100%", "15%" ], [ "Educators are given special permissions under the fair use law. ", "Movie producers need to get permission from the author before making a book into a movie. ", "The complete works of Shakespeare are in the public domain and can be used in any way. ", "A database collection of physics. " ], [ "Access to the material is free, but there are still permission barriers. ", "Access to the material is free, but the publisher owns the copyright to the material, not the author.", "Access to the material is free, and the author gives up all rights to the material.", "Access to the material is free, and some permission barriers are removed." ], [ "Access to the material is free, and the author gives up all rights to the material. ", "Access to the material is free, and some permission barriers are removed.", "Access to the material is free, but there are still permission barriers. ", "Access to the material is free, but the publisher owns the copyright to the material, not the author. " ] ]

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[ [ "Gold and green OA require different steps from authors. To make new articles gold OA, authors simply submit their manuscripts to OA journals, as they would to conventional journals. To make articles green OA, authors simply deposit their manuscripts in an OA repository.", "Open Access: Varieties\nThere are many ways to deliver OA: personal web sites, blogs, wikis, databases, ebooks, videos, audios, webcasts, discussion forums, RSS feeds, and P2P networks.", "Terminology\nThe OA movement uses the term\ngold OA\nfor OA delivered by journals, regardless of the journal’s business model, and\ngreen OA", "Finally, green OA may be a manageable expense, but gold OA can be self-sustaining, even profitable.", "cannot. Hence, most libre OA is gold OA, even if", "Hence, gold OA is always immediate, while green OA is", "Gold OA provides OA to the published version, while green", "The most useful OA repositories comply with the Open Archives Initiative (OAI) Protocol for Metadata Harvesting (PMH), which makes separate repositories play well together. In the jargon, OAI compliance makes repositories", "Green OA has some advantages over gold OA. It makes", "OA. However, most of the notable OA success stories are", "Fortunately, this synergy is served even by differences of opinion about its existence. The fact that some activists give green OA a higher priority than gold, and some the reverse, creates a natural division of labor ensuring that good people are working hard on each front.", "for OA delivered by repositories.\nSelf-archiving\nis the practice of depositing one’s own work in an OA repository. All three of these terms were coined by Stevan Harnad.", "OA is libre OA. 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The gratis/libre distinction is about user rights or freedoms, while the green/gold distinction is about venues or vehicles. Gratis/libre answers the question,", "at funding agencies and universities require green gratis OA. A" ] ]

[ "Why is Daniel Connell's wind turbine design so unique?", "Why do some consider geoengineering to be the solution to the threat of climate change?", "Why is Mathesius skeptical about the use of a Carbon Dioxide Removal strategy?", "What is the problem with geoengineering?", "Why is Elon Musk's work at Tesla encouraging?", "What is important about Pope Francis' pronouncement about climate change?", "How does McKibben believe humanity can respond to Pope Francis' call for climate action?", "In what ways are farmers contributing to the efforts to turn the tide on climate change?", "Why is biomimicry not utilized on a larger scale?", "How might scientists and inventors address the decreasing global water supply?" ]

[ [ "It is the first wind turbine designed by a nomadic inventor whose travels around the world inform his inventions.", "It is the only wind turbine of its kind to utilize aluminum, rivets, washers, nuts, and bolts.", "In addition to being customizable and simple, it is cost-effective and therefore accessible to everyone.", "Also nicknamed the Solar Flower, it is the first do-it-yourself wind turbine available on the market that is cheap and easy to use." ], [ "Because of the obsession with technology and grandiose gestures, people are more interested in investing in projects with unique and creative approaches to tackling climate change.", "Due to the immediacy of the threat of climate change, certain risks must be taken, and geoengineering offers the biggest risks for the largest pay-off.", "They believe the transition from fossil fuels to renewable energy is not sufficient to stem the climate crisis and supplemental measures are needed.", "Many scientists and inventors have discovered that large-scale engineering projects, such as covering the deserts in mirrors and dumping 100 tons of iron sulfate into the ocean, offer the only large-scale solutions to such an imposing problem." ], [ "CDR efforts would not lead to significant decreases in the amount of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere; instead, it should supplement the shift to clean energy and overall reduction of emissions. ", "CO2 removal maxes out at five gigatons, which would not be a sufficient amount of removal required to protect the oceans of the world.", "Because of its link to bioengineering, it has not been properly vetted, so therefore its efficacy is widely unknown.", "CDR is generally considered to be one of the most expensive technological answers to the question of reducing the harm of emissions upon the atmosphere." ], [ "It doesn't do enough to reduce emissions and instead focuses on innovative engineering projects and working around fossil fuel companies.", "It is largely untested and therefore might be dangerous. In addition, its overall effectiveness is still unclear.", "They involve projects often designed by ambitious inventors who circumvent what is legal in the name of creation and climate progress.", "It is an enterprise characterized largely by hubris, and without any clear direction and time running out, it is better to focus on more practical projects" ], [ "He has designed the Hyperloop, a new transport system he describes as \"a cross between Concorde, a railgun and a hockey table.\"", "Thanks to Tesla's invention of the electric car, the world will see fossil fuel emissions drop significantly by 2050.", "He embraces a clean energy business model and encourages other businesses to do the same by making his patents publicly available.", "Under his direction, Tesla has developed energy-efficient batteries that has increased the amount of storage batteries can have and led to the invention of similar products around the world." ], [ "It is a stark reminder that climate change is a major problem affecting all of the people of the world.", "It reminds people that technological progress must be tempered by responsibility and a commitment to human values.", "It demonstrates that humanity's religion is technology despite the fact that he represents the Catholic church.", "It was a withering condemnation of capitalism and a call to action to reject capitalist societies around the world." ], [ "People must find a way to fix the systemic issues associated with addressing climate change including decentralizing power by utilizing technology but not trusting solely in technology to save them.", "He suggests that wealthier countries leading the tech movements should donate money to poor and developing countires in order to help them catch up them technologically. ", "He believes that architects, engineers, and financiers should think outside the box and work together to come up with innovative, creative solutions to the problem.", "He strongly believes in the utilization of techno-fixes to lower emissions and reverse the damaging effects of climate change upon the environment. " ], [ "They have created new types of food for large-scale human consumption using the shells of prawn, crab, and lobster.", "They are contributing to CDR efforts by trapping carbon in the soil, which will ultimately lead to a rejuvenation of the world's oceans.", "They donate large portions of their land in order to allow engineers, scientists, and inventors to test their bioengineering innovations on a wider scale.", "They have developed ways to trap carbon in the soil, reduce methane emissions from rice and cows, and transform the waste of crustaceans into products that wouldn't require the use of fossil fuels to produce." ], [ "Animals and plants are so unique and special that it is nearly impossible to imitate their magnificence.", "It is a niche area of scientific inquiry and not many scientists, engineers, and inventors are interested in exploring that area.", "Biomimicry is relatively new, and renewable energies such as solar and wind power are very popular and inexpensive by comparison.", "As of yet, there are not many opportunities for young entrepreneurs and startups in the world of biomimicry, and renewable energies have made further inquiry into the science moot." ], [ "They can devote their time and energy towards projects like Better India, which seeks to supplement its drinkable water resources with artificial icebergs.", "They can invest time and research into ideas like the artificial production of glaciers and pursuing kelp as a central source of protein.", "They can turn to farmers working in the field of irrigation innovation for better stewardship of water used to plant crops.", "They can adopt bioengineering innovations such as Russ George's dumping of iron sulphate that resulted in a 10,000-sq-km plankton boom." ] ]

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[ [ "to the wind turbine. Connell's ethos is inspired by the", "Connell has been creating prototype technologies and tutorials for", "Connell is one of a number of green inventors", "impressive cost- and resource-efficient wind turbine design. You can make", "energy enthusiasts like Daniel Connell in the next few years.", "A seasoned squatter, Connell made his project possible by", "a wind turbine cheap and easy for people to use.", "DIY wind turbine or the German Sunzilla. Demand Logic,", "an antibacterial water filter. Daniel Connell, one of the chosen", "But biomimicry is in its early stages, and renewables have already crossed to the point of no return, as Fücks puts it. On the plus side, though, costs for solar and wind power have decreased considerably over the last five years.", "of POC21. \"While this makes his design a perfect fit", "off just building the windmills in the first place. All", "is self-taught – he describes the Solar Flower, a DIY", "to a renewable-powered future, he explained, was his new product.", "\"It's entirely built from recycled or upcycled materials,", "for solar and wind designs while moving around the world over", "product. Because \"existing batteries suck,\" he had developed the Tesla", "First presented as a big-idea solution to climate change", "wonderful substance,\" he says at one point. \"It's more flexible", "usability of tutorials to explain how to make Connell's DIY" ], [ "consider geoengineering to be the grand techno-fix.", "The big problem with DIY geoengineering, and any geoengineering", "\"Like many people I also hoped that geoengineering could be", "First presented as a big-idea solution to climate change", "Royal Society contain wary caveats, that geoengineering is not an", "Those looking into this techno-fix are quite clear that", "in Buckinghamshire in 2011 – think geoengineering is an", "The solution to getting from fossil fuel hell to", "change in the 1960s, geoengineering proposals range from the", "the Royal Society, which held a geoengineering 'retreat' in", "Solar Radiation Management Governance Initiative (SRMGI) and the Royal", "solve this problem, so instead let's fill the atmosphere with", "But, while some techno-fixes recall the Greek hubris myth", "Bill McKibben believes the key is solving the \"structural", "On the other hand, carbon dioxide removal (CDR)", "All it is is a solution designed to try and", "hope in terms of a techno-fix to solve climate change?", "for reducing carbon emissions anyway. Bodies such as the Solar", "Pope Francis's recent address sounded a note of caution around technology as a solution to climate change. \"Our immense technological development has not been accompanied by a development in human responsibility, values and conscience,\" he said.", "power on our planet.\" To make a difference, he says," ], [ "On the other hand, carbon dioxide removal (CDR)", "that the impact of CO2 removal cannot be that big.\"", "the same time, Mathesius concluded. \"What is not possible is", "of the air work? Sabine Mathesius, a climate modeller at", "Mathesius says. So where then would she place her hope", "Carbon capture and storage gets short shrift from McKibben.", "First presented as a big-idea solution to climate change", "the CO2 out of the atmosphere. Reducing emissions is the", "But to what extent can sucking carbon out of", "(an enormous, hypothetical amount) of carbon dioxide was removed", "with our CO2 emissions. 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Bodies such as the Solar" ], [ "When Pope Francis, in an unprecedented speech earlier this", "Pope Francis's recent address sounded a note of caution around technology as a solution to climate change. \"Our immense technological development has not been accompanied by a development in human responsibility, values and conscience,\" he said.", "says. \"You know that climate change is happening, we do", "Pope's cautionary note, the industry of technology is crucial in", "speeding up the transition from fossil fuels. Despite the Pope's", "Of the UN Climate Conference in Paris, McKibben says", "power on our planet.\" To make a difference, he says,", "Bill McKibben, the campaigner and author who brought global", "climate summit in 1995,\" says the POC21 video, amid", "The End of Nature, and more recently the founder of", "First presented as a big-idea solution to climate change", "good.\" He explains how global warming will affect disease patterns", "wonderful substance,\" he says at one point. \"It's more flexible", "Bill McKibben believes the key is solving the \"structural", "balances of power.\" In Naomi Klein's book This Changes Everything,", "capitalism\" and made a forceful moral plea, it raised the", "of the ecological crisis, although he cautions against the hubris", "Although a number of scientists and researchers – including the", "\"Global emissions have doubled since the first UN climate", "poor, the marginalised around the globe), it's also the perfect" ], [ "Pope Francis's recent address sounded a note of caution around technology as a solution to climate change. \"Our immense technological development has not been accompanied by a development in human responsibility, values and conscience,\" he said.", "Bill McKibben believes the key is solving the \"structural", "Bill McKibben, the campaigner and author who brought global", "When Pope Francis, in an unprecedented speech earlier this", "Of the UN Climate Conference in Paris, McKibben says", "in the shift to a newly balanced planet. 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