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

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

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

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

[ [ "demanding executive", "forceful evangelist", "unassuming attendant of the people", "commonplace manager of the country" ], [ "He was becoming the voice of his country", "He was respected by the nation", "He had been chosen unanimously ", "Being entrusted with such power makes you aware of the ways in which you are lacking" ], [ "Electoral College unanimously choosing a president", "Monarchy taking over the country", "Limitations of federal power", "John Adams being envious of Washington" ], [ "Stating their policy and goals", "Campaigning for reelection", "Alleviating public fears", "Motivating the populace to take desired action" ], [ "Presidents give the same amount of directives to the people during all eras", "Presidents never give directives to the people", "Presidents give more directives to the people as time goes by", "Presidents give fewer directives to the people as time goes by" ], [ "The presidents had different problems to address", "They were adapting to the changing populace", "They deteriorated over time", "They got less wordy" ], [ "Some issues appear in every single address", "Every issue addressed shows up in more than one inaugural address", "You will also see all major issues of the time included", "You will sometimes see a major issue of the time not be addressed" ], [ "Presence", "Pride", "Humility", "Ignorance" ] ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ "What is a strategy that the author outlines stadium owners are using to increase revenue?", "What is the trend happening in new stadium construction?", "What does the author explain is happening with the price of seating?", "What is the difference between how baseball stadiums used to be paid for and how they are paid for at the time of this writing?", "How many baseball teams in the article are not playing in new stadiums or presently remodeling old ones at the time of the article?", "What are some of the things that the author thinks are detrimental about new stadium design?", "What are the themes of the piece?", "What are some of the design features that the author highlights as beneficial about the new park designs?" ]

[ [ "Build stadiums in city centers", "Having attached theme parks", "Not prioritizing parking", "Building the stadium away from a city center" ], [ "There are escalators to bring fans right from the parking lots", "All seats are getting closer to the action with new steel construction methods", "Fans spend more time in the restaurants than at their seats", "Cheap seats are getting further away from the action due to being higher from the field" ], [ "The prices are unpredictable and based on attendance", "There are less luxury seats and more cheap seats", "Seat pricing is lower in the new stadiums because they can hold more people", "There are less low-cost seats than before" ], [ "They have always been paid for by stadium owners, and the owners now have so much more money they can upgrade the parks", "They were paid for by team owners, and now mostly by taxpayers", "They have always been paid by taxpayers, but now there is more tax money going towards it", "They used to be payed for by taxes, but as they became more expensive the team owners began having to pay for them" ], [ "26", "0", "1", "6" ], [ "There are columns blocking the view from some seats", "The parking lots aren’t built efficiently", "There are not enough bathrooms for the expanding attendance", "The seating divides people in castes" ], [ "Stadiums are less intimate, seats are getting further away and more expensive", "Stadium construction has adapted to mimic the old style and create equal viewing opportunities for all patrons", "Stadium owners should be applauded for taking on paying for the stadiums, but the stadiums are getting less intimate", "Although stadium size is increasing, it draws more economic activity to the community, but seats are getting further from the action" ], [ "The fields have new shapes", "There are more seats closer to the action", "There is a greater diversity of dining", "There are more parking spaces" ] ]

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These pricey", "and that every seat is better at the new place than", "And independent economists (i.e., those not hired by stadium", "The trade-off was that these columns obstructed the view of", "a park with 4,300 more seats." ], [ "Team owners bought land and paid for stadium construction--some even", "The gilding doesn't end there: New parks also include members-only stadium clubs and on-premises bars and restaurants.", "old-time baseball flavor in greater comfort and convenience. Local taxpayers", "Fenway Park, and the new ones in Toronto, Baltimore, Cleveland,", "in return for subsidizing stadiums. 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(Ebbets Field, home to the" ], [ "Fenway Park, and the new ones in Toronto, Baltimore, Cleveland,", "The gilding doesn't end there: New parks also include members-only stadium clubs and on-premises bars and restaurants.", "but three (Wrigley Field, Fenway Park, and Tiger Stadium)", "13 urban ballparks built in the seven-year period now regarded", "Phoenix's BankOne Ballpark, and those proposed for Seattle and", "aside, the new baseball shrines are a mixed bag. Most", "seven years ago, the first steel and concrete baseball palace", "and Milwaukee, are budget-busters. Since most teams put up", "old-time baseball flavor in greater comfort and convenience. Local taxpayers", "pace of construction: Twenty-six of Major League Baseball's 32", "be: Camden Yards' successors in Cleveland, Arlington (Texas), and", "New Comiskey Park, which opened in 1991, attempted to", "to $500 million. The multipurpose stadium that the Yankees", "While Camden Yards", "regarded as the golden age of ballpark architecture. All but", "actual size, the new ballyards are not intimate. All their", "case with older parks such as Wrigley Field and Fenway", "of the infrastructure. The Giants say that other team owners", "35 percent when a team moves into new digs. And", "later, a new--yet more genuinely old--ballpark arrived to dispel" ], [ "football stadiums. But these concrete monsters, plopped into vast parking", "The gilding doesn't end there: New parks also include members-only stadium clubs and on-premises bars and restaurants.", "Why are upper-deck seats in the new parks so far from the game? Two reasons: column placement and luxury seating.", "more lavish stadiums translate into greater land and construction costs.", "Most are visually impressive, boast interestingly shaped playing fields, and", "Stadium) have since been razed.", "Fenway Park, and the new ones in Toronto, Baltimore, Cleveland,", "actual size, the new ballyards are not intimate. All their", "stadium proponents) discount the claim that new stadiums spur regional", "that only a new stadium will allow them to make enough", "compelling argument for subsidies is that new stadiums can pull", "aside, the new baseball shrines are a mixed bag. Most", "sterile stadiums of a generation ago.", "taller stadiums are farther away from the action. At Arlington,", "And independent economists (i.e., those not hired by stadium", "of making life better for elite ticketholders. They say that", "of some fans. Today's architects \"remedy\" the problem by", "good news is that our stadium boom is far from", "their amenities--elevators, wider concourses, abundant toilets (especially for women),", "in return for subsidizing stadiums. Instead, the cheap seats in" ], [ "want one like it.\" And so it came to be:", "One of the", "Fourscore and seven", "to address the character question with a superficial postmodern facade", "In the old", "than the old. Intimacy has two aspects--actual size and the", "Diamonds in the Rough", "period and ours. We are also matching that era's frenzied", "grass and no roof, bells, or whistles.\" Though his attitude", "has become predictable, as have the designs. But the good", "But one compelling", "For the new", "to the game is a communal event that is part", "The good news", "a disembodied voice intoned, \"If you build it, they", "But inside, it was still a symmetrical concrete monster, and", "they will copy.\"", "Larger and more", "A year later,", "through convincing forms, good proportions, and attractive materials. The exposed" ], [ "new parks' charms, we should be thankful. But in actual", "are also strong indicators that suggest new urban parks have", "should be noted that the new parks' claim that they", "and community concerns, we may yet see parks that better", "openings of the new parks beat the cold and sterile", "as an old-fashioned park with all the modern conveniences. But", "hype is that all the new parks are intimate, and", "proposed park, for instance, will contain about one-fourth as many", "The gilding doesn't end there: New parks also include members-only stadium clubs and on-premises bars and restaurants.", "Replacing parks", "patterns show that urban parks generate much better patronage than", "\"If you put them in the wrong place, it's a colossal waste of money,\" says the planning director of the city of Cleveland. \"But if you put them in the right place, the benefits are phenomenal,\"", "breakthrough. Even totally nontraditional parks, like those in Phoenix,", "emulate. These parks are larger than even the multipurpose hulks", "Most are visually impressive, boast interestingly shaped playing fields, and", "them far larger than the parks they claim to emulate.", "relatively intimate, steel-structured, city-friendly ballpark. \"Once this opens,\" predicted", "elsewhere, lack the character of the classic parks.", "owners don't advertise their new parks as a means of", "parks built of wood, these ballyards set new standards for" ] ]

[ "What discipline does Tannen apply to many of the topics discussed?", "What role does technology play in Tannen’s views?", "What does the author think about the state of public political commentary overall?", "What does the author argue is true about Tannen’s latest work?", "Is there a nuance to the criticism of Tannen’s work?", "How does the author feel about Tannen’s work?", "What do we know of the subjects that Tannen researches and writes about?", "What is Tannen’s thesis on courtroom confrontations?", "What context does the author write the article in?", "What is the significance of the author’s title for the piece?" ]

[ [ "Social science", "Philosophy", "Theology", "Psychiatry" ], [ "It allows the facts to surface and be shared", "It allows the public to communicate clearly and carefully with each other", "It can spread misinformation, and enable ready critiquing of each other", "It supports the first amendment of which there is no criticism" ], [ "That it should remain the same", "That there should be larger group panel formats", "That it should be changed to a one person interview format", "That the public should be included in the broadcasts" ], [ "It is partisan", "It does not go far enough", "It doesn’t get the facts straight", "It oversimplifies" ], [ "The author recognizes some nuggets of good advice, but says they do not extend to the state of the nation", "There is no recognition of any positive aspects of the work", "The author agrees with many of the premises, but would choose to apply them differently", "The author acknowledges the background that Tannen approaches the work from and balances the criticisms through that understanding" ], [ "That it’s fair", "That it’s dangerous", "That it’s elementary", "That it’s relevant to the state of the nation" ], [ "Primary interest in how humans argue, and how it might be done differently", "Primary focus on international politics", "Primary focus on journalism", "Primary focus on the social aspects of war" ], [ "That personal credibility (true or untrue) has become more important than facts", "That cross examination is important and should stay in the court system", "That judges should create greater order", "That the current system adequately establishes facts, and does not overly burden victims" ], [ "Adversarial commentary", "Constructive feedback", "Objective review", "Unbiased summary" ], [ "They use it in solidarity with Tannen about people generally understanding truth", "They use it in support of the importance of understanding that Tannen talks about", "They are remarking about Tannen’s ongoing feud with them", "They use it as a jab against Tannen’s prior book title" ] ]

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[ "Which of the following comparisons to cravings does the shop owner make when referring to the main character's affinity for air-war pulp magazines?", "What conclusion does the protagonist come to after his encounter with the police?", "Why is the protagonist confused by his memories of fighting in WWI?", "What ends up being the cause of the protagonist's issues?", "Why does the protagonist have more than one set of memories?", "What was the protaganists most recent profession?", "What was the protaganists reaction to falling from the fourteenth floor?", "What did the police officers initially pick up the protagonist for?", "Why was the main character daydreaming about being a war-time pilot?", "What does the shopkeeper think would make people stop looking at his magazines?" ]

[ [ "narcotics", "horror novels", "cigarettes", "pornography" ], [ "He must pursue his nostalgic urges and return to the book store to replace the magazines.", "The police officers are also time travelers from WW1.", "He needs to avoid carrying around pornography", "His memories are untrue and cannot be trusted" ], [ "Because he stayed home instead of fighting during WWI", "Because he should not have been born during WWI", "Because WWI was happening currently", "Because he was too old to fight during WWI " ], [ "Drug addiction", "War-related trauma", "Secretive experiments", "Mental illness" ], [ "He has traveled back and forth through time ", "His memories are being moved in his brain to make room for new ones", "He is not taking his medication for his mental illness", "He has a portion of another persons brain" ], [ "A police officer", "A creative at an advertising agency", "A pilot in World War One", "A psychiatrist " ], [ "He was injured and unable to move", "He fled the scene", "He asked the police for help", "He returned to the fourteenth floor to try again" ], [ "Reckless driving", "Possession of pornography", "Drunk and disorderly conduct", "Jaywalking" ], [ "He was obsessed with magazines about the subject", "He was triggered by the old shopkeeper asking him about it", "He was actually there and the memories were real", "He kept seeing old movies about World War One" ], [ "If he got a radio for the store", "If he raised the prices ", "If he started carrying more comic books", "If he moved his television to the front of the store" ] ]

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[ [ "I followed his spidering hand and sure enough, there they were. Stacks\n upon stacks of air-war pulp magazines.", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "\"Don't tell me reading isn't a craving with some of you fellows. I've\n seen guys come in here, hardly two threads stuck together on them, and", "\"Nobody would look at my magazines,\" the old man chuckled, \"if I put it\n out front. My boy got me that. He runs a radio and Victrola store. A\n good boy. His name's in the fishbowl.\"", "grab up them horror magazines and read and read, until sweat starts\n rolling off the end of their nose. I've hardly got the heart to throw\n 'em out.\"", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "That damned castor oil in the carburetor. I'll be in the W. C. until\n oh-six-hundred....\nNo, the air wasn't one of castor oil but the pleasant smell of aged\n paper and printer's ink.", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "I looked up a little bit and saw an ugly, battered hand thumbing across\n a stack of half a dozen magazines like a giant deck of cards.\n\n\n \"Why don't you take up detective stories?\" he asked me.", "I went in, the brass handle making me conscious of the sweat on my palm.\nThe old man sat behind a fortress of magazines and books, treacherously", "I stared at the stacks of flying story magazines and I felt the slow\n run of the drop of sweat down my nose.", "\"I know what a craving can be. I shouldn't smoke, but I do. I've tried\n to stop but I lie there thinking about cigarettes half the night. Long", "The little store was right where I left it, rotting quietly to itself.\n The Back Number Store, the faded circus poster proclaimed in red and", "You identify with the hero of any story if it's well enough written.\n But the identification I felt with the pilots in air-war stories was\n plainly ridiculous.", "I'd been daydreaming again. I shouldn't forget things were getting\n different lately. It was becoming dangerous.\n\n\n I gathered up an armload of air-war magazines at random.", "Sarge took up the\nSky Fighters\nwith the girl in the elastic flying\n suit. \"Filth,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You know about the laws governing pornography, Turner.\"", "gold, or now, pink and lemon. In the window, in cellophane envelopes,\n were the first issue of\nLife\n, a recent issue of\nModern Man", "\"Officer, I only bought some books—I mean magazines.\"\n\n\n \"These?\" the second man, Carl, asked. He had retrieved them from the\n back seat. \"Look here, Sarge. They look pretty dirty.\"", "magazines, Quentin Reynolds, and re-runs of\nDawn Patrol\non television\n were mere hallucinations.", "\"I'll take it.\"\n\n\n Reluctantly he handed over the magazine, waited a moment, then left me." ], [ "indisputably the second policeman, put his head out of the window\n where I was heading and pointed a .38 revolver at me, saying in a", "\"You were causing some kind of trouble in that neighborhood back\n there,\" the driver announced.\n\n\n \"Really, officers—\"\n\n\n \"What's your name?\"", "\"Look, officers, I'm not drunk or disorderly. I thought this was a cab.\n I just wanted to get away from back then—I mean back\nthere\n.\"\n\n\n The two policemen exchanged glances.", "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "I never heard the squad car drive away.\nHome. I lighted the living room from the door, looked around for\n intruders for the first time I could remember, and went inside.", "I touched my navel area and flinched. The beating, I was confident, had\n been real. But it had been a nightmare. Those cops couldn't have been", "I struck up a new cigarette.\n\n\n The thing I must remember, I told myself, was that my recollections\n were false and unreliable. It would do me no good to keep following\n these false memories in a closed curve.", "He was coming toward me, I could tell. I wheeled and faced him. He had\n a hypodermic needle. It was the smallest one I had ever seen and it had", "If there was one thing that working for an advertising agency had\n taught me, it was social responsibility.\n\n\n I took up the phone book and located several psychiatrists. I selected\n one at random, for no particular reason.", "\"What were you running from?\" the driver asked.\n\n\n How could I tell him that?\n\n\n Before I even got a chance to try, he said: \"What did you do?\"", "\"Right into our laps.\"\n\n\n The second officer leaned forward and clicked something. \"I'll get the\n City boys.\"\n\n\n \"No, kill it, Carl. Think of all that damned paper work.\"", "Carl shrugged. \"What will we do with him?\"\n\n\n I was beginning to attach myself to my surroundings. The street was\n full of traffic. My kind of traffic. Cars that were too big or too\n small.", "They stood away from me and let me fold helplessly to the greasy brick.\n\n\n \"Stay away from that neighborhood and stay out of trouble,\" Sarge's\n voice said above me.", "I should have known better, but I wanted to touch him in some way, make\n him know I was alive. I grabbed him and shook him by the shoulders, and", "\"Park Police.\"\n\n\n I sat there while we drove on for a few minutes.\n\n\n \"D. & D.,\" the second man said to the driver.", "I stepped in while he was trying to decide whether to use the hypo on\n me or drop it to have his hands free. I stiff-handed him in the solar", "I gave him a kick at the base of his spine. He grunted and lay still.\n\n\n There was a rapping on the door. \"Doctor? Doctor?\"", "hardly human, scowling anthropoids in walrus-skin coats. It was my own\n time. Anybody could see I was safe, and I could risk doing what I ached\n to do.", "He grabbed my wrist and started rolling up my sleeve to look for needle\n marks. I twisted away from him.\n\n\n \"Resisting an officer,\" Sarge said almost sadly.", "\"Look here, I'm a citizen! You can't—\"\n\n\n Carl shoved me back a little. \"Can't we?\"" ], [ "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "I struck up a new cigarette.\n\n\n The thing I must remember, I told myself, was that my recollections\n were false and unreliable. It would do me no good to keep following\n these false memories in a closed curve.", "That was the worst part of it. False memories, feelings of persecution,\n that was one thing. Believing that you are actively caught up in a", "\"Identity,\" I repeated. \"I have no identity. My identity is a dream. I\n have two identities—one of them years beyond the other.\"", "magazines, Quentin Reynolds, and re-runs of\nDawn Patrol\non television\n were mere hallucinations.", "War One. I was in my mid-twenties; anybody could tell that by looking\n at me. The time was the late 'Fifties; anybody could tell that from", "The music I listened to was Gershwin and Arlen and Chicago jazz.\n\n\n And my reading was the pulp literature harking back to the First World\n War. This was the biggest part of it all, I think.", "You identify with the hero of any story if it's well enough written.\n But the identification I felt with the pilots in air-war stories was\n plainly ridiculous.", "\"Conditioning? Conditioning?\" It came out of me, vortexing up, outside\n of my piloting. \"What have you done to my mind?\"", "damned thing all over again. We use synapse-shift to switch your upper\n conscious memories to your id and super-ego, leaving room for new\n memories. You remember only those things out of the past you", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "I should have known better, but I wanted to touch him in some way, make\n him know I was alive. I grabbed him and shook him by the shoulders, and", "I blinked. \"I did? I did?\"\n\n\n \"Of course.\"\n\n\n I stood up. \"I did not!\"", "\"How did you know I keep slipping back into the past?\" I asked.\nSergeant's hands were more expressive than his face. \"You mentioned\n time travel....\"", "A sleep, a reawakening, a lie. It's nothing like that. It's nothing.\n\n\n The end of everything you ever were or ever could be.\n\n\n I hit.", "My kneecap hurt like hell. I had scraped it badly.\n\n\n Reality was all over me in patches. I showed through as a line\n drawing, crudely done, a cartoon.", "My fingers clawed at the backs of his hands and my nails dragged off\n ugly strips of some theatrical stuff—collodion, I think—that had", "Dr. Ernest G. Rickenbacker.\n\n\n I memorized the address and heaved myself to my feet.\nThe doctor's office was as green as the inside of a mentholated\n cigarette commercial.", "Sergeant shook his head sadly.\n\n\n I realized how it all sounded.\n\n\n \"Good—GOD!\" I moaned.", "I looked up into that long, hard, blank face that seemed so recently\n familiar." ], [ "If there was one thing that working for an advertising agency had\n taught me, it was social responsibility.\n\n\n I took up the phone book and located several psychiatrists. I selected\n one at random, for no particular reason.", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "\"Then how can there be any such thing? It can't be real.\"\n\n\n \"I know that! I want to be cured of imagining it.\"", "A sleep, a reawakening, a lie. It's nothing like that. It's nothing.\n\n\n The end of everything you ever were or ever could be.\n\n\n I hit.", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "He was coming toward me, I could tell. I wheeled and faced him. He had\n a hypodermic needle. It was the smallest one I had ever seen and it had", "\"You should\nread\nthem instead of live them. Catharsis. Sublimate, Mr.\n Turner. For instance, to a certain type of person, I often recommend\n the mysteries of Mickey Spillane.\"", "There was something about them that wasn't so. They might have been the\n hands of a corpse, or a doll....\n\n\n I lurched across the desk and grabbed his wrist.", "I should have known better, but I wanted to touch him in some way, make\n him know I was alive. I grabbed him and shook him by the shoulders, and", "That was the worst part of it. False memories, feelings of persecution,\n that was one thing. Believing that you are actively caught up in a", "\"Now,\" he said, \"would you like to lie down on the couch and tell\n me about it? Some people have preconceived ideas that I don't want", "Carl shrugged. \"What will we do with him?\"\n\n\n I was beginning to attach myself to my surroundings. The street was\n full of traffic. My kind of traffic. Cars that were too big or too\n small.", "I nodded. What I was thinking could only be another symptom of my\n illness.\n\n\n He led me inside and closed the door.", "\"Listen to me! These people, they're conspiring against me, trying to\n drive me insane! Two men, a girl—\"", "I struck up a new cigarette.\n\n\n The thing I must remember, I told myself, was that my recollections\n were false and unreliable. It would do me no good to keep following\n these false memories in a closed curve.", "\"What were you running from?\" the driver asked.\n\n\n How could I tell him that?\n\n\n Before I even got a chance to try, he said: \"What did you do?\"", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "Lighting up a cigarette, I watched the shapes of smoke and tried to\n think.\n\n\n I looked at it objectively, forward and back.\n\n\n The solution was obvious.", "\"That's not what I want to see. I want—\"\n\n\n The old man snickered. \"I know what you want. Indeed I do. This way.\"" ], [ "\"Identity,\" I repeated. \"I have no identity. My identity is a dream. I\n have two identities—one of them years beyond the other.\"", "damned thing all over again. We use synapse-shift to switch your upper\n conscious memories to your id and super-ego, leaving room for new\n memories. You remember only those things out of the past you", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "I struck up a new cigarette.\n\n\n The thing I must remember, I told myself, was that my recollections\n were false and unreliable. It would do me no good to keep following\n these false memories in a closed curve.", "That was the worst part of it. False memories, feelings of persecution,\n that was one thing. Believing that you are actively caught up in a", "A sleep, a reawakening, a lie. It's nothing like that. It's nothing.\n\n\n The end of everything you ever were or ever could be.\n\n\n I hit.", "I was kneeling on a hard surface no more than six feet from the window\n from which I had fallen. It was still fourteen flights up, more or\n less, but\nDown\nwas broken and splattered over me.", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "When I was a kid, I had seen\nFlicker Flashbacks\nbetween chapters of", "\"How did you know I keep slipping back into the past?\" I asked.\nSergeant's hands were more expressive than his face. \"You mentioned\n time travel....\"", "\"The first step is to utterly renounce the idea. Stop thinking about\n the past. Think of the future.\"", "I blinked. \"I did? I did?\"\n\n\n \"Of course.\"\n\n\n I stood up. \"I did not!\"", "\"Conditioning? Conditioning?\" It came out of me, vortexing up, outside\n of my piloting. \"What have you done to my mind?\"", "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "If there was one thing that working for an advertising agency had\n taught me, it was social responsibility.\n\n\n I took up the phone book and located several psychiatrists. I selected\n one at random, for no particular reason.", "\"You should\nread\nthem instead of live them. Catharsis. Sublimate, Mr.\n Turner. For instance, to a certain type of person, I often recommend\n the mysteries of Mickey Spillane.\"", "\"I\nknow\nI didn't tell you a thing about the Back Number Store. I'm\n starting to think I'm not crazy at all. You—you're trying to do\n something to me. You're all in it together.\"", "\"Listen to me! These people, they're conspiring against me, trying to\n drive me insane! Two men, a girl—\"", "My kneecap hurt like hell. I had scraped it badly.\n\n\n Reality was all over me in patches. I showed through as a line\n drawing, crudely done, a cartoon.", "\"That's not what I want to see. I want—\"\n\n\n The old man snickered. \"I know what you want. Indeed I do. This way.\"" ], [ "If there was one thing that working for an advertising agency had\n taught me, it was social responsibility.\n\n\n I took up the phone book and located several psychiatrists. I selected\n one at random, for no particular reason.", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "He was coming toward me, I could tell. I wheeled and faced him. He had\n a hypodermic needle. It was the smallest one I had ever seen and it had", "A man brushed past me, wearing an Ivy League suit and snap-brim hat,\n carrying a briefcase. And, reassuringly, he was in a hurry.", "\"I'm Dr. Sergeant,\" he said. \"I'm taking care of Dr. Rickenbacker's\n practice for him while he is on vacation.\"", "\"What were you running from?\" the driver asked.\n\n\n How could I tell him that?\n\n\n Before I even got a chance to try, he said: \"What did you do?\"", "I looked up into that long, hard, blank face that seemed so recently\n familiar.", "\"You were causing some kind of trouble in that neighborhood back\n there,\" the driver announced.\n\n\n \"Really, officers—\"\n\n\n \"What's your name?\"", "had been\n replaced by\nGone With the Wind\n.\nThe street was full of wooden-paneled station wagons, blunt little", "My fingers clawed at the backs of his hands and my nails dragged off\n ugly strips of some theatrical stuff—collodion, I think—that had", "turns the blade back on him. It goes through his neck, all the way\n through.", "I stepped in while he was trying to decide whether to use the hypo on\n me or drop it to have his hands free. I stiff-handed him in the solar", "The blonde is running toward Farnum as he polishes off the rest of the\n gang and dismounts, her blouse shredded, revealing one breast—is", "hardly human, scowling anthropoids in walrus-skin coats. It was my own\n time. Anybody could see I was safe, and I could risk doing what I ached\n to do.", "I gave him a kick at the base of his spine. He grunted and lay still.\n\n\n There was a rapping on the door. \"Doctor? Doctor?\"", "Carl shrugged. \"What will we do with him?\"\n\n\n I was beginning to attach myself to my surroundings. The street was\n full of traffic. My kind of traffic. Cars that were too big or too\n small.", "The next window was about twenty feet away. I had covered half that\n distance, moving my feet with a sideways crab motion, when Carl," ], [ "I was falling down the fourteen stories without even a moment of\n windmilling for balance. I was just gone.\nLines were converging, and I was converging on the lines.", "I was kneeling on a hard surface no more than six feet from the window\n from which I had fallen. It was still fourteen flights up, more or\n less, but\nDown\nwas broken and splattered over me.", "The ledge ran beneath the windows of all the offices on this floor. The\n fourteenth, I remembered.", "Looking up fourteen floors, I saw an unbroken line of peacefully closed\n panes.\nI remembered riding up in the elevator, the moments inside, the faint", "The next window was about twenty feet away. I had covered half that\n distance, moving my feet with a sideways crab motion, when Carl,", "I kept shuffling toward the girl. I had decided I would rather wrestle\n with her over the needle than fight Carl over the rod. Idiotically, I\n smiled at that idea.\n\n\n I slipped.", "I went to the window. The city stretched out in an impressive panorama.\n On the street below, traffic crawled. There was a ledge. Quite a wide,\n old-fashioned ornamental ledge.", "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "I had seen it done in movies all my life. Harold Lloyd, Douglas\n Fairbanks, Buster Keaton were always doing it for some reason or other.\n I had a good reason.", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "I should have known better, but I wanted to touch him in some way, make\n him know I was alive. I grabbed him and shook him by the shoulders, and", "hardly human, scowling anthropoids in walrus-skin coats. It was my own\n time. Anybody could see I was safe, and I could risk doing what I ached\n to do.", "I stepped in while he was trying to decide whether to use the hypo on\n me or drop it to have his hands free. I stiff-handed him in the solar", "I gave him a kick at the base of his spine. He grunted and lay still.\n\n\n There was a rapping on the door. \"Doctor? Doctor?\"", "feeling of vertigo. Of course, who was to say the elevator really\n moved? Maybe they had only switched scenery on me while I was caught\n inside, listening to the phony hum, seeing the flashing lights. Either", "I grabbed the handle on the door, opened it and threw myself into the\n back seat.\n\n\n \"Madison Avenue,\" I said from my diaphragm, without any breath behind\n it.", "There was something about them that wasn't so. They might have been the\n hands of a corpse, or a doll....\n\n\n I lurched across the desk and grabbed his wrist.", "He was coming toward me, I could tell. I wheeled and faced him. He had\n a hypodermic needle. It was the smallest one I had ever seen and it had", "My fingers clawed at the backs of his hands and my nails dragged off\n ugly strips of some theatrical stuff—collodion, I think—that had" ], [ "\"You were causing some kind of trouble in that neighborhood back\n there,\" the driver announced.\n\n\n \"Really, officers—\"\n\n\n \"What's your name?\"", "\"Look, officers, I'm not drunk or disorderly. I thought this was a cab.\n I just wanted to get away from back then—I mean back\nthere\n.\"\n\n\n The two policemen exchanged glances.", "\"Right into our laps.\"\n\n\n The second officer leaned forward and clicked something. \"I'll get the\n City boys.\"\n\n\n \"No, kill it, Carl. Think of all that damned paper work.\"", "\"Officer, I only bought some books—I mean magazines.\"\n\n\n \"These?\" the second man, Carl, asked. He had retrieved them from the\n back seat. \"Look here, Sarge. They look pretty dirty.\"", "He grabbed my wrist and started rolling up my sleeve to look for needle\n marks. I twisted away from him.\n\n\n \"Resisting an officer,\" Sarge said almost sadly.", "\"Park Police.\"\n\n\n I sat there while we drove on for a few minutes.\n\n\n \"D. & D.,\" the second man said to the driver.", "indisputably the second policeman, put his head out of the window\n where I was heading and pointed a .38 revolver at me, saying in a", "The car was turning, turning into shadows, stopping. We were in an\n alley. Soggy newspapers, dead fish, prowling cats, a broken die, half\n a dice, looking big in the frame of my thick, probably bullet-proof\n window.", "I never heard the squad car drive away.\nHome. I lighted the living room from the door, looked around for\n intruders for the first time I could remember, and went inside.", "\"What were you running from?\" the driver asked.\n\n\n How could I tell him that?\n\n\n Before I even got a chance to try, he said: \"What did you do?\"", "Something was wrong. Two men were in the front seat. The driver showed\n me his hard, expressionless face. \"What do you think you are doing?\"\n\n\n \"This isn't a taxicab?\" I asked blankly.", "Carl shrugged. \"What will we do with him?\"\n\n\n I was beginning to attach myself to my surroundings. The street was\n full of traffic. My kind of traffic. Cars that were too big or too\n small.", "If there was one thing that working for an advertising agency had\n taught me, it was social responsibility.\n\n\n I took up the phone book and located several psychiatrists. I selected\n one at random, for no particular reason.", "They stood away from me and let me fold helplessly to the greasy brick.\n\n\n \"Stay away from that neighborhood and stay out of trouble,\" Sarge's\n voice said above me.", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "He's pulling her up. No tail and he's pulling her up. He's a good man.\n Come on. A little more. A little more and you can deadstick her. Come", "The men opened their doors and then mine.\n\n\n \"Out.\"\nI climbed out and stood by the car, blinking.", "Sarge took up the\nSky Fighters\nwith the girl in the elastic flying\n suit. \"Filth,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You know about the laws governing pornography, Turner.\"", "I stepped in while he was trying to decide whether to use the hypo on\n me or drop it to have his hands free. I stiff-handed him in the solar", "hardly human, scowling anthropoids in walrus-skin coats. It was my own\n time. Anybody could see I was safe, and I could risk doing what I ached\n to do." ], [ "You identify with the hero of any story if it's well enough written.\n But the identification I felt with the pilots in air-war stories was\n plainly ridiculous.", "I'd been daydreaming again. I shouldn't forget things were getting\n different lately. It was becoming dangerous.\n\n\n I gathered up an armload of air-war magazines at random.", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "The music I listened to was Gershwin and Arlen and Chicago jazz.\n\n\n And my reading was the pulp literature harking back to the First World\n War. This was the biggest part of it all, I think.", "First of all, I positively could\nnot\nhave been an aviator in World", "I was there.\nI was in the saddle of the cockpit, feeling on my face the bite of the", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"", "I followed his spidering hand and sure enough, there they were. Stacks\n upon stacks of air-war pulp magazines.", "magazines, Quentin Reynolds, and re-runs of\nDawn Patrol\non television\n were mere hallucinations.", "Hard on that rudder! God, look at the snake in that fabric. At least it\n was a lie about them using incendiaries.", "dueling scar on his cheek from old Krautenberg. He can afford to be\n chivalrous in that Fokker. I'd like to trade this skiddoo for it. That", "outfitted with iron edges to deflect bullets that did not pass to the\n left and right. And back through the aerial maps in the cockpit pocket\n at my knee.", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "to meet the Fokker triplanes in the dawn sky. Then in a moment my\n Vickers was chattering in answer to Spandaus, firing through the screw", "Dr. Ernest G. Rickenbacker.\n\n\n I memorized the address and heaved myself to my feet.\nThe doctor's office was as green as the inside of a mentholated\n cigarette commercial.", "\"Conditioning? Conditioning?\" It came out of me, vortexing up, outside\n of my piloting. \"What have you done to my mind?\"", "Here he comes, the Spandaus firing right through the screw in perfect\n synchronization. Look at that chivalrous wave. You can almost see the", "War One. I was in my mid-twenties; anybody could tell that by looking\n at me. The time was the late 'Fifties; anybody could tell that from", "Sarge took up the\nSky Fighters\nwith the girl in the elastic flying\n suit. \"Filth,\" he said.\n\n\n \"You know about the laws governing pornography, Turner.\"", "the blank-faced Motorola in the corner, the new Edsels on the street.\n Memories of air combat in Spads and Nieuports stirred in me by old" ], [ "\"Nobody would look at my magazines,\" the old man chuckled, \"if I put it\n out front. My boy got me that. He runs a radio and Victrola store. A\n good boy. His name's in the fishbowl.\"", "The old man was watching me. He skittered back across the floor and\n snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of\nSky Fighters\nwith a girl in\n a painted-on flying suit hanging from the struts of a Tiger Moth.", "I looked up a little bit and saw an ugly, battered hand thumbing across\n a stack of half a dozen magazines like a giant deck of cards.\n\n\n \"Why don't you take up detective stories?\" he asked me.", "grab up them horror magazines and read and read, until sweat starts\n rolling off the end of their nose. I've hardly got the heart to throw\n 'em out.\"", "\"Officer, I only bought some books—I mean magazines.\"\n\n\n \"These?\" the second man, Carl, asked. He had retrieved them from the\n back seat. \"Look here, Sarge. They look pretty dirty.\"", "\"I'll take it.\"\n\n\n Reluctantly he handed over the magazine, waited a moment, then left me.", "I went in, the brass handle making me conscious of the sweat on my palm.\nThe old man sat behind a fortress of magazines and books, treacherously", "\"But you did, Mr. Turner. You told me all about thinking you could go\n into the past by visiting a book store where they sold old magazines.\n You told me how the intrusion of the past got worse with every visit.\"", "I reached for them and Carl pulled them back, grinning. \"You don't want\n to read these. They aren't good for you. We're confiscating them.\"", "I stared at the stacks of flying story magazines and I felt the slow\n run of the drop of sweat down my nose.", "Horror magazines. Ones with lovely girls about to have their flesh\n shredded by toothy vampires. Yes, they were a part of it. Not a big\n part, but a part.", "\"That's not what I want to see. I want—\"\n\n\n The old man snickered. \"I know what you want. Indeed I do. This way.\"", "gold, or now, pink and lemon. In the window, in cellophane envelopes,\n were the first issue of\nLife\n, a recent issue of\nModern Man", "I followed his spidering hand and sure enough, there they were. Stacks\n upon stacks of air-war pulp magazines.", "\"Those aren't pornography and they are my property!\"", "I'd been daydreaming again. I shouldn't forget things were getting\n different lately. It was becoming dangerous.\n\n\n I gathered up an armload of air-war magazines at random.", "All of it lying here to rot.\n\n\n Something made me look away from that terrible trash.\n\n\n Sergeant stood in the entrance of Milady's, something bright in his\n hand.", "The little store was right where I left it, rotting quietly to itself.\n The Back Number Store, the faded circus poster proclaimed in red and", "I went into the first shop I came to—Milady's Personals.\n\n\n Appropriately, it was a false front.", "\"This one, this one,\" he said. \"This must be a good one. I bet she\n gets shoved right into that propeller there. I bet she gets chopped to\n pieces. Pieces.\"" ] ]

[ "What is odd about the little boy?", "What happened to the little boy’s father?", "Why did humans colonize Mars?", "What is Harry Smythe wanted for?", "How is the relationship between the Martians and the humans?", "How does the narrator know that the little boy and his mother are with the Martians at the fire?", "Why doesn’t the woman want to go back to Earth?", "What can be inferred happened to the little boy?", "Why is the woman suspicious of the narrator?", "Who likely killed the woman's Martian husband?" ]

[ [ "He whistles a strange tune. ", "He is carrying a fishing pole. ", "His ears are small.", "He is half Martian and half human. " ], [ "He was killed because he found gold. ", "He was killed for marrying a human.", "He left Mars to go back to Earth.", "He died in the mines." ], [ "To look for Martians. ", "Earth was too hot to live on due to climate change.", "To mine for gold. ", "Earth was overpopulated." ], [ "Stealing an Authority Card", "Stealing gold", "Murdering a Martian", "Murdering a human" ], [ "They are friendly. ", "They have a business relationship. ", "The Martians are distrustful of the humans. ", "They are allies. " ], [ "He hears the boy whistling. ", "He follows them there. ", "Wahanhk tells him where to find them. ", "They live there. " ], [ "She doesn't have a way of getting back to Earth. ", "She wants to find her husband’s killer. ", "She can't afford to go back to Earth. ", "She wants to look for gold on Mars. " ], [ "He is shot. ", "He kills Harry Smythe.", "He catches butterflies. ", "He falls off the cliff. " ], [ "He works for law enforcement. ", "He is a bounty hunter. ", "He is a Martian. ", "He is a human. " ], [ "Wahanhk", "The narrator", "Harry Smythe", "Tahily" ] ]

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[ [ "He came whistling. All little boys whistle. To little boys, whistling\n is as natural as breathing. However, there was something peculiar about", "followed the one interrupted; and the step he took was with the left\n foot, which was the one he would have used if I hadn't stopped him.\n I followed him with my eyes. An unusual little boy. A most precisely", "\"I met her little son,\" I went on. \"A little semi-human boy with\n Martian features. Or, if you want to turn it around and look at the\n other side, a little Martian boy who whistles.\"", "this particular little boy's whistling. Or, rather, there were two\n things peculiar, but each was related to the other.", "interested in who you are. It's the little boy who just went in here\n that I was interested in. The little Martian boy, I mean.\"", "For a long long while he didn't answer. His eyes remained unblinking on\n mine and if, earlier in the day, I had thought the little boy's face", "I was just being nosy is all, and that's the truth of it. You see, the\n little boy went by me a while ago and he was whistling. He whistles", "The first was that he was a Martian little boy. You could be very sure\n of that, for Earth little boys have earlobes while Martian little boys\n do not—and he most certainly didn't.", "For a moment, I just blinked stupidly at her, as I had blinked stupidly\n at the little boy when he told me his mother had taught him how to", "hearing. So when I heard this little boy, and saw he was a Martian, and\n when he told me his\nmother\nhad taught him—\" I shrugged and laughed a", "I looked down again at the woman. \"Your little boy and his butterfly\n net,\" I said softly. \"In a season when no butterflies can be found.", "probably been hauled here from the International Spaceport, ten miles\n to the West. In the back wall of the room was a doorway that led dimly\n to somewhere else in the house. Nowhere did I see the little boy. I", "He seemed a very little boy to be carrying so large a butterfly net. He\n swung it in his chubby right fist as he walked, and at first glance you", "like breast bones from the desiccated carcass of an animal. For a\n moment I stopped and stared down at the ruins. I didn't see the boy. He", "He stopped whistling and he stopped walking, both at the same time, as\n though he had pulled a switch or turned a tap that shut them off. Then\n he lifted his little head and stared up into my eyes.", "Her eyes were telling me that the little Martian boy wasn't a little\n Martian boy at all, that he was cross-breed, a little chap who had a\n Martian father and a human, Earthwoman mother.", "of a sickness long gone and little remembered. A few of the houses\n were still occupied, like the one into which the Martian boy had just\n disappeared.", "He looked up at me. He nodded politely. Then he put on his shoes again\n and got to his feet.\n\n\n \"You've been following me,\" he said, and his brown eyes stared\n accusingly into mine.", "\"'The Calm',\" he said in a sober, little-boy voice.\n\n\n \"The\nwhat\n?\" I asked.", "I had idly listened to a little half-breed Martian boy whistling part\n of the William Tell Overture, and it had led me to a wanted killer" ], [ "She nodded. Somehow her eyes didn't look defiant any more.\n\n\n \"Where's his father?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"H-he's dead.\"", "For a long long while he didn't answer. His eyes remained unblinking on\n mine and if, earlier in the day, I had thought the little boy's face", "I looked down again at the woman. \"Your little boy and his butterfly\n net,\" I said softly. \"In a season when no butterflies can be found.", "followed the one interrupted; and the step he took was with the left\n foot, which was the one he would have used if I hadn't stopped him.\n I followed him with my eyes. An unusual little boy. A most precisely", "in the sand and was away. I stood there staring at his rapidly\n disappearing form for a few moments and then looked back once more at\n the house. A tattered cotton curtain was just swinging to in the dirty,", "He came whistling. All little boys whistle. To little boys, whistling\n is as natural as breathing. However, there was something peculiar about", "For a moment, I just blinked stupidly at her, as I had blinked stupidly\n at the little boy when he told me his mother had taught him how to", "like breast bones from the desiccated carcass of an animal. For a\n moment I stopped and stared down at the ruins. I didn't see the boy. He", "probably been hauled here from the International Spaceport, ten miles\n to the West. In the back wall of the room was a doorway that led dimly\n to somewhere else in the house. Nowhere did I see the little boy. I", "\"They disappeared from the shack they were living in,\" I said. \"They\n went in a hurry—a very great hurry.\"\n\n\n That one he didn't answer, either.", "of a sickness long gone and little remembered. A few of the houses\n were still occupied, like the one into which the Martian boy had just\n disappeared.", "I was just being nosy is all, and that's the truth of it. You see, the\n little boy went by me a while ago and he was whistling. He whistles", "His eyes came deliberately up to mine and stopped there. He said\n nothing. He waited. Outside, the drums throbbed, slowly at first, then", "hearing. So when I heard this little boy, and saw he was a Martian, and\n when he told me his\nmother\nhad taught him—\" I shrugged and laughed a", "Without another word, he picked up his butterfly net and disappeared\n along a path that led through a rock crevice. Only then did I allow\n myself to grin. It was a sad and pitying and affectionate kind of grin.", "He stopped whistling and he stopped walking, both at the same time, as\n though he had pulled a switch or turned a tap that shut them off. Then\n he lifted his little head and stared up into my eyes.", "\"I met her little son,\" I went on. \"A little semi-human boy with\n Martian features. Or, if you want to turn it around and look at the\n other side, a little Martian boy who whistles.\"", "interested in who you are. It's the little boy who just went in here\n that I was interested in. The little Martian boy, I mean.\"", "He seemed a very little boy to be carrying so large a butterfly net. He\n swung it in his chubby right fist as he walked, and at first glance you", "The light in his eyes snapped off. \"Well, good-by,\" he said abruptly\n and very relevantly.\n\n\n \"Good-by,\" I said." ], [ "\"Why should I care about an Earthman? My husband was a Martian. And\n he's dead, see? Dead. Just a Martian. Not fit for anything, like all", "Martians. Just a bum who fell in love with an Earthwoman and had the\n guts to marry her. Do you understand? So somebody murdered him for it.", "\"Murder.\" He spat the word. \"But not for the murder of a Martian, eh?\n Martians are not that important any more.\" His old eyes hated me with\n an intensity I didn't relish.", "put on centuries ago by the ancient aborigines of North America. There\n was one important exception, however. Instead of a central fire, the\n Martians dig a huge circular trench and fill it with dried roots of the", "It was Festival night, and when I got there they were doing the dance\n to the two moons. At times like this you want to leave the Martians", "And I knew then the reason for old Wahanhk's bitterness when he had\n said to me, \"But not for the murder of a Martian, eh? Martians are not\n that important any more.\"", "\"I'm looking for an Earthwoman,\" I said. \"This particular Earthwoman\n took a Martian for a husband.\"\n\n\n \"That is impossible,\" he grunted bitterly.", "He only looked at me for another dull instant and then his eyes slowly\n closed and his hands folded together in his lap. Being caught in a lie\n only bores a Martian.", "beautifully. Which, in a sad sort of way, is a commentary on the way\n things have gone since the first rocket-blasting ship set down on these\n purple sands.", "another. And to not give a damn one way or another meant to make one\n hell of a mess on the placid face of Mars.", "got nowhere. If he was hiding in any of the places I went to, then he\n was doing it with mirrors, for on Mars an Authority Card is the big", "interested in who you are. It's the little boy who just went in here\n that I was interested in. The little Martian boy, I mean.\"", "spiritually, mentally, or by any other standard you can think of,\n compared to a human male the Martian isn't anything you'd want around\n the house.", "The first was that he was a Martian little boy. You could be very sure\n of that, for Earth little boys have earlobes while Martian little boys\n do not—and he most certainly didn't.", "hearing. So when I heard this little boy, and saw he was a Martian, and\n when he told me his\nmother\nhad taught him—\" I shrugged and laughed a", "course—the city of Deimos and Phobos. Other than that he had no\n choice. And I thought I knew the reason for his going.", "instant—before anyone observed me—I stood motionless and watched\n the sinuously undulating movements, and I thought, as I have often\n thought before, that this is the one thing the Martians can still do", "Wahanhk is an old Martian. I don't think any Martian before him has\n ever lived so long—and doubtless none after him will, either. His", "That night I went into the Great Northern desert to the Haremheb\n Reservation, where the Martians still try to act like Martians.", "Back in those days, to be a colonist meant to be a rugged individual.\n And to be a rugged individual meant to not give a damn one way or" ], [ "\"What man?\" Her words were flat.\n\n\n \"His name is Harry Smythe.\"", "named Harry Smythe.\nUnderstandably, Mr. Smythe did not produce himself on a silver platter.\n I spent the remainder of the afternoon trying to get a lead on him and", "When I got back to Security Headquarters, I went to the file and began\n to rifle through pictures. I didn't find the woman, but I did find the\n man.\n\n\n He was a killer named Harry Smythe.", "I pulled out the file photo of Harry Smythe and handed it across to\n him. His wrinkled hand took it, pinched it, held it up close to a lamp", "\"This one is\nwanted\n?\" His old, broken tones went up slightly on the\n last word.\n\n\n I nodded. \"For murder.\"", "\"So?\" he said.\n\n\n \"Wanted, isn't he?\"\n\n\n He nodded. \"But a lot of good that'll do. He's holed up somewhere back\n on Earth.\"", "\"Murder.\" He spat the word. \"But not for the murder of a Martian, eh?\n Martians are not that important any more.\" His old eyes hated me with\n an intensity I didn't relish.", "\"I'm looking for the man you saw me talking with this morning,\" I went\n on. \"Lady, he's wanted. And this thing, on my lapel is an Authority", "\"Pulled a howler in there, eh, mate?\" he said. He chuckled hoarsely\n in his throat. \"Not being exactly deaf, I heard the tail end of it.\"", "He cut me off. His hand darted into his desk drawer and pulled out an\n Authority Card. He shoved the card at me. He growled: \"Kill or capture,\n I'm not especially fussy which. Just\nget\nhim!\"", "After a long while she looked up into my eyes. \"His name was Tahily,\"\n she said. \"He had the secret. He knew where the gold vein was. And", "\"She's not in trouble,\" I told him quickly. \"She's not wanted. Nor her\n child, either. It's just that I have to talk to her.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\"", "\"Not necessarily,\" I said. \"I'm not here for trouble. I know as well as\n you do that, before tonight is finished, more than half of your men\n and women will be drunk on illegal whiskey.\"", "And I knew then the reason for old Wahanhk's bitterness when he had\n said to me, \"But not for the murder of a Martian, eh? Martians are not\n that important any more.\"", "I had idly listened to a little half-breed Martian boy whistling part\n of the William Tell Overture, and it had led me to a wanted killer", "What was that for? Was he part of the plan, too, and the net just the\n alibi that gave him a passport to wander where he chose? So that he", "I took the picture into the Chief's office and laid it on his desk,\n waited for him to look down at it and study it for an instant, and then\n to look back up to me. Which he did.", "\"Good evening,\" I said, and sat down before him and crossed my legs.\n\n\n He nodded slowly. His old eyes went to my badge.\n\n\n From there they went to the Authority Card.", "His eyes came deliberately up to mine and stopped there. He said\n nothing. He waited. Outside, the drums throbbed, slowly at first, then", "I didn't smile. \"And what would you have me do about it?\"\n\n\n \"Stop following me, of course, sir.\"" ], [ "interested in who you are. It's the little boy who just went in here\n that I was interested in. The little Martian boy, I mean.\"", "\"Murder.\" He spat the word. \"But not for the murder of a Martian, eh?\n Martians are not that important any more.\" His old eyes hated me with\n an intensity I didn't relish.", "instant—before anyone observed me—I stood motionless and watched\n the sinuously undulating movements, and I thought, as I have often\n thought before, that this is the one thing the Martians can still do", "\"Why should I care about an Earthman? My husband was a Martian. And\n he's dead, see? Dead. Just a Martian. Not fit for anything, like all", "put on centuries ago by the ancient aborigines of North America. There\n was one important exception, however. Instead of a central fire, the\n Martians dig a huge circular trench and fill it with dried roots of the", "Martians. Just a bum who fell in love with an Earthwoman and had the\n guts to marry her. Do you understand? So somebody murdered him for it.", "It was Festival night, and when I got there they were doing the dance\n to the two moons. At times like this you want to leave the Martians", "\"I'm looking for an Earthwoman,\" I said. \"This particular Earthwoman\n took a Martian for a husband.\"\n\n\n \"That is impossible,\" he grunted bitterly.", "\"I met her little son,\" I went on. \"A little semi-human boy with\n Martian features. Or, if you want to turn it around and look at the\n other side, a little Martian boy who whistles.\"", "He only looked at me for another dull instant and then his eyes slowly\n closed and his hands folded together in his lap. Being caught in a lie\n only bores a Martian.", "Her eyes were telling me that the little Martian boy wasn't a little\n Martian boy at all, that he was cross-breed, a little chap who had a\n Martian father and a human, Earthwoman mother.", "And I knew then the reason for old Wahanhk's bitterness when he had\n said to me, \"But not for the murder of a Martian, eh? Martians are not\n that important any more.\"", "hearing. So when I heard this little boy, and saw he was a Martian, and\n when he told me his\nmother\nhad taught him—\" I shrugged and laughed a", "The first was that he was a Martian little boy. You could be very sure\n of that, for Earth little boys have earlobes while Martian little boys\n do not—and he most certainly didn't.", "of a sickness long gone and little remembered. A few of the houses\n were still occupied, like the one into which the Martian boy had just\n disappeared.", "spiritually, mentally, or by any other standard you can think of,\n compared to a human male the Martian isn't anything you'd want around\n the house.", "Not finding him wasn't especially alarming. What was alarming, though,\n was not finding the Earthwoman and her little half-breed Martian son", "\"Nothing,\" I answered. \"Except that Martians are supposed to be\n tone-deaf, aren't they? It's something lacking in their sense of", "\"I would like to speak to the Martian lady,\" I said.\n\n\n \"There isn't any Martian lady.\"", "How had it been possible for her to teach, and for him to whistle?\nAll Martians are as tone-deaf as a bucket of lead." ], [ "hearing. So when I heard this little boy, and saw he was a Martian, and\n when he told me his\nmother\nhad taught him—\" I shrugged and laughed a", "\"I met her little son,\" I went on. \"A little semi-human boy with\n Martian features. Or, if you want to turn it around and look at the\n other side, a little Martian boy who whistles.\"", "interested in who you are. It's the little boy who just went in here\n that I was interested in. The little Martian boy, I mean.\"", "Her eyes were telling me that the little Martian boy wasn't a little\n Martian boy at all, that he was cross-breed, a little chap who had a\n Martian father and a human, Earthwoman mother.", "of a sickness long gone and little remembered. A few of the houses\n were still occupied, like the one into which the Martian boy had just\n disappeared.", "The first was that he was a Martian little boy. You could be very sure\n of that, for Earth little boys have earlobes while Martian little boys\n do not—and he most certainly didn't.", "instant—before anyone observed me—I stood motionless and watched\n the sinuously undulating movements, and I thought, as I have often\n thought before, that this is the one thing the Martians can still do", "put on centuries ago by the ancient aborigines of North America. There\n was one important exception, however. Instead of a central fire, the\n Martians dig a huge circular trench and fill it with dried roots of the", "For a moment, I just blinked stupidly at her, as I had blinked stupidly\n at the little boy when he told me his mother had taught him how to", "It was Festival night, and when I got there they were doing the dance\n to the two moons. At times like this you want to leave the Martians", "probably been hauled here from the International Spaceport, ten miles\n to the West. In the back wall of the room was a doorway that led dimly\n to somewhere else in the house. Nowhere did I see the little boy. I", "Not finding him wasn't especially alarming. What was alarming, though,\n was not finding the Earthwoman and her little half-breed Martian son", "I looked down again at the woman. \"Your little boy and his butterfly\n net,\" I said softly. \"In a season when no butterflies can be found.", "He only looked at me for another dull instant and then his eyes slowly\n closed and his hands folded together in his lap. Being caught in a lie\n only bores a Martian.", "followed the one interrupted; and the step he took was with the left\n foot, which was the one he would have used if I hadn't stopped him.\n I followed him with my eyes. An unusual little boy. A most precisely", "He came whistling. All little boys whistle. To little boys, whistling\n is as natural as breathing. However, there was something peculiar about", "I had idly listened to a little half-breed Martian boy whistling part\n of the William Tell Overture, and it had led me to a wanted killer", "I was just being nosy is all, and that's the truth of it. You see, the\n little boy went by me a while ago and he was whistling. He whistles", "That night I went into the Great Northern desert to the Haremheb\n Reservation, where the Martians still try to act like Martians.", "I sat down and did with my shoes as he had done. There wasn't any\n hurry; I knew where he was going. There could only be one place, of" ], [ "\"I'm looking for an Earthwoman,\" I said. \"This particular Earthwoman\n took a Martian for a husband.\"\n\n\n \"That is impossible,\" he grunted bitterly.", "\"Why should I care about an Earthman? My husband was a Martian. And\n he's dead, see? Dead. Just a Martian. Not fit for anything, like all", "\"Look,\" I said suddenly. \"Would you like to go home to Earth? I could\n fix—\"", "\"So?\" he said.\n\n\n \"Wanted, isn't he?\"\n\n\n He nodded. \"But a lot of good that'll do. He's holed up somewhere back\n on Earth.\"", "\"I would like to speak to the Martian lady,\" I said.\n\n\n \"There isn't any Martian lady.\"", "\"There isn't anything to be ashamed of,\" I said gently. \"Back on Earth\n there's a lot of mixtures, you know. Some people even claim there's no", "beautifully. Which, in a sad sort of way, is a commentary on the way\n things have gone since the first rocket-blasting ship set down on these\n purple sands.", "Not finding him wasn't especially alarming. What was alarming, though,\n was not finding the Earthwoman and her little half-breed Martian son", "I worked up a smile for her and let her see it for a few seconds before\n I answered: \"As a matter of fact, I don't want to see\nyou", "interested in who you are. It's the little boy who just went in here\n that I was interested in. The little Martian boy, I mean.\"", "course—the city of Deimos and Phobos. Other than that he had no\n choice. And I thought I knew the reason for his going.", "I ignored that. \"Why did you pull out of that shack? I told you you had\n nothing to fear from me.\"\n\n\n She didn't answer.", "\"Murder.\" He spat the word. \"But not for the murder of a Martian, eh?\n Martians are not that important any more.\" His old eyes hated me with\n an intensity I didn't relish.", "I stopped. I wanted to ask her if she was starving by slow degrees and\n needed help. Lord knows the careworn look about her didn't show it was\n luxurious living she was doing—at least not lately.", "It was Festival night, and when I got there they were doing the dance\n to the two moons. At times like this you want to leave the Martians", "instant—before anyone observed me—I stood motionless and watched\n the sinuously undulating movements, and I thought, as I have often\n thought before, that this is the one thing the Martians can still do", "I got up and went out of the tent.\nThe woman never heard me approach. Her eyes were toward the flaming", "Her eyes were telling me that the little Martian boy wasn't a little\n Martian boy at all, that he was cross-breed, a little chap who had a\n Martian father and a human, Earthwoman mother.", "hearing. So when I heard this little boy, and saw he was a Martian, and\n when he told me his\nmother\nhad taught him—\" I shrugged and laughed a", "when I went back to the tumbledown shack where they lived. It was\n empty. She had moved fast. She hadn't even left me a note saying\n good-by." ], [ "followed the one interrupted; and the step he took was with the left\n foot, which was the one he would have used if I hadn't stopped him.\n I followed him with my eyes. An unusual little boy. A most precisely", "I looked down again at the woman. \"Your little boy and his butterfly\n net,\" I said softly. \"In a season when no butterflies can be found.", "For a moment, I just blinked stupidly at her, as I had blinked stupidly\n at the little boy when he told me his mother had taught him how to", "For a long long while he didn't answer. His eyes remained unblinking on\n mine and if, earlier in the day, I had thought the little boy's face", "He came whistling. All little boys whistle. To little boys, whistling\n is as natural as breathing. However, there was something peculiar about", "like breast bones from the desiccated carcass of an animal. For a\n moment I stopped and stared down at the ruins. I didn't see the boy. He", "probably been hauled here from the International Spaceport, ten miles\n to the West. In the back wall of the room was a doorway that led dimly\n to somewhere else in the house. Nowhere did I see the little boy. I", "hearing. So when I heard this little boy, and saw he was a Martian, and\n when he told me his\nmother\nhad taught him—\" I shrugged and laughed a", "I was just being nosy is all, and that's the truth of it. You see, the\n little boy went by me a while ago and he was whistling. He whistles", "The first was that he was a Martian little boy. You could be very sure\n of that, for Earth little boys have earlobes while Martian little boys\n do not—and he most certainly didn't.", "He stopped whistling and he stopped walking, both at the same time, as\n though he had pulled a switch or turned a tap that shut them off. Then\n he lifted his little head and stared up into my eyes.", "\"I met her little son,\" I went on. \"A little semi-human boy with\n Martian features. Or, if you want to turn it around and look at the\n other side, a little Martian boy who whistles.\"", "She nodded. Somehow her eyes didn't look defiant any more.\n\n\n \"Where's his father?\" I asked.\n\n\n \"H-he's dead.\"", "interested in who you are. It's the little boy who just went in here\n that I was interested in. The little Martian boy, I mean.\"", "of a sickness long gone and little remembered. A few of the houses\n were still occupied, like the one into which the Martian boy had just\n disappeared.", "\"They disappeared from the shack they were living in,\" I said. \"They\n went in a hurry—a very great hurry.\"\n\n\n That one he didn't answer, either.", "His eyes came deliberately up to mine and stopped there. He said\n nothing. He waited. Outside, the drums throbbed, slowly at first, then", "in the sand and was away. I stood there staring at his rapidly\n disappearing form for a few moments and then looked back once more at\n the house. A tattered cotton curtain was just swinging to in the dirty,", "this particular little boy's whistling. Or, rather, there were two\n things peculiar, but each was related to the other.", "He seemed a very little boy to be carrying so large a butterfly net. He\n swung it in his chubby right fist as he walked, and at first glance you" ], [ "Perhaps it was her eyes. Or perhaps it was the tone of her voice. Or\n perhaps, and more simply, it was her attitude in general. But whatever\n it was, I suddenly felt that, nosy or not, I was being treated shabbily.", "He looked up at me. He nodded politely. Then he put on his shoes again\n and got to his feet.\n\n\n \"You've been following me,\" he said, and his brown eyes stared\n accusingly into mine.", "\"Yes, I'm Security, but does it have to mean something?\" I asked. \"All\n I did was knock on your door.\"\n\n\n \"I heard it.\" Her lips were curled slightly at one corner.", "She didn't answer. Even before I spoke, her eyes had seen the correct\n guess which had probably flashed naked and astounded in my own eyes.\n And then she swallowed with a labored breath that went trembling down\n inside her.", "I gawked at her and she stared back. And the stare she gave me was hard\n and at the same time curiously defiant—as though she would dare me to\n go on with it. As though she figured I hadn't the guts.", "\"All right,\" I answered. \"There wasn't anything that made me think you\n had. The point is that he knows the woman. It follows, naturally, that\n she might know him.\"", "\"I would like to know where she is.\"\n\n\n \"Why?\" His whisper was brittle.", "Her eyes spread as though somebody had put fingers on her lids at the\n outside corners and then cruelly jerked them apart.\n\n\n \"Come in,\" she almost gasped.", "Her eyes hadn't budged from mine, hadn't flickered. They might have\n been bright, moist marbles glued above her cheeks.\n\n\n She said one word only: \"Well?\"", "His eyes came deliberately up to mine and stopped there. He said\n nothing. He waited. Outside, the drums throbbed, slowly at first, then", "I ignored that. \"Why did you pull out of that shack? I told you you had\n nothing to fear from me.\"\n\n\n She didn't answer.", "I blinked again. When the flame in her eyes suddenly seemed to grow\n even hotter, I turned on my heel and went to the door. I opened it,", "For a moment, I just blinked stupidly at her, as I had blinked stupidly\n at the little boy when he told me his mother had taught him how to", "I looked down again at the woman. \"Your little boy and his butterfly\n net,\" I said softly. \"In a season when no butterflies can be found.", "I got up and went out of the tent.\nThe woman never heard me approach. Her eyes were toward the flaming", "I went up three slab steps and rapped loudly on the weather-beaten door.\nThe woman who faced me may have been as young as twenty-two, but", "I followed her. When I leaned back against the plain door, it closed\n protestingly. I looked around. It wasn't much of a room, but then you", "sand-blown window. That seemed to mean the woman had been watching. I\n sighed, shrugged again and went away myself.", "\"What about him?\" she whispered.\n\n\n Her eyes were still startled.", "I worked up a smile for her and let her see it for a few seconds before\n I answered: \"As a matter of fact, I don't want to see\nyou" ], [ "Martians. Just a bum who fell in love with an Earthwoman and had the\n guts to marry her. Do you understand? So somebody murdered him for it.", "\"Murder.\" He spat the word. \"But not for the murder of a Martian, eh?\n Martians are not that important any more.\" His old eyes hated me with\n an intensity I didn't relish.", "\"Why should I care about an Earthman? My husband was a Martian. And\n he's dead, see? Dead. Just a Martian. Not fit for anything, like all", "\"I'm looking for an Earthwoman,\" I said. \"This particular Earthwoman\n took a Martian for a husband.\"\n\n\n \"That is impossible,\" he grunted bitterly.", "And I knew then the reason for old Wahanhk's bitterness when he had\n said to me, \"But not for the murder of a Martian, eh? Martians are not\n that important any more.\"", "He only looked at me for another dull instant and then his eyes slowly\n closed and his hands folded together in his lap. Being caught in a lie\n only bores a Martian.", "Her eyes were telling me that the little Martian boy wasn't a little\n Martian boy at all, that he was cross-breed, a little chap who had a\n Martian father and a human, Earthwoman mother.", "hearing. So when I heard this little boy, and saw he was a Martian, and\n when he told me his\nmother\nhad taught him—\" I shrugged and laughed a", "\"I met her little son,\" I went on. \"A little semi-human boy with\n Martian features. Or, if you want to turn it around and look at the\n other side, a little Martian boy who whistles.\"", "Not finding him wasn't especially alarming. What was alarming, though,\n was not finding the Earthwoman and her little half-breed Martian son", "instant—before anyone observed me—I stood motionless and watched\n the sinuously undulating movements, and I thought, as I have often\n thought before, that this is the one thing the Martians can still do", "How had it been possible for her to teach, and for him to whistle?\nAll Martians are as tone-deaf as a bucket of lead.", "put on centuries ago by the ancient aborigines of North America. There\n was one important exception, however. Instead of a central fire, the\n Martians dig a huge circular trench and fill it with dried roots of the", "The first was that he was a Martian little boy. You could be very sure\n of that, for Earth little boys have earlobes while Martian little boys\n do not—and he most certainly didn't.", "Wahanhk is an old Martian. I don't think any Martian before him has\n ever lived so long—and doubtless none after him will, either. His", "It was Festival night, and when I got there they were doing the dance\n to the two moons. At times like this you want to leave the Martians", "interested in who you are. It's the little boy who just went in here\n that I was interested in. The little Martian boy, I mean.\"", "\"I would like to speak to the Martian lady,\" I said.\n\n\n \"There isn't any Martian lady.\"", "of a sickness long gone and little remembered. A few of the houses\n were still occupied, like the one into which the Martian boy had just\n disappeared.", "That night I went into the Great Northern desert to the Haremheb\n Reservation, where the Martians still try to act like Martians." ] ]

[ "Why does the narrator think he is the Antichrist?", "Which is NOT a reason why the narrator is concerned with the antichrist?", "How does Lahaye feel about Jews?", "According to Falwell, why will the antichrist be male and Jewish?", "According to Falwell, why isn’t the narrator the antichrist?", "According to Hindson, the Antichrist will not be Jewish because", "What is a symbol of the Antichrist?", "The theories around the identity of the Antichrist lead to what kind of discrimination?", "What is the tone of the article?", "Why does the author compare LaHaye’s book \"Left Behind\" to Harry Potter?" ]

[ [ "He is gay and male. ", "He is Jewish and an Atheist. ", "He is Jewish and male. ", "He is gay and European. " ], [ "Evangelical Christians are preaching that the end of the world is coming soon. ", "He is concerned that Christians will become violent toward Jews. ", "He thinks his life will be more important and influential than the average person.", "He is conducting research for his dissertation. " ], [ "He blames Jews for much of the evil in the world. ", "He thinks being European is worse than being Jewish. ", "He sees Jews as the brothers and sisters of Christians. ", "He thinks all Jews are the Antichrist. " ], [ "The antichrist will have similar traits to Jesus. ", "World leaders are men. ", "The Bible states this as fact. ", "Women are never important people in history. " ], [ "He is too young. ", "He is not a powerful person. ", "He is not Jewish. ", "He is American. " ], [ "The Antichrist will be Atheist. ", "The Antichrist will come from a Christian family. ", "The Antichrist will be a world leader who will make a peace treaty with Israel. ", "The Antichrist will be Muslim." ], [ "The numbers 666", "The European Union", "A star", "Royalty" ], [ "homophobia and Islamophobia ", "homophobia and anti-Semitism ", "racism and sexism", "anti-Semitism and Islamophobia" ], [ "cheerful", "anxious ", "depressing", "satirical " ], [ "To emphasize that he thinks it is as fictional as magic. ", "To emphasize that not many people are reading the series. ", "To emphasize that the book series is a fad that will go away. ", "To emphasize the popularity of the book series. " ] ]

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[ [ "the Antichrist. And, as it also turned out, he", "Let me pause for a moment to give three concise reasons why I'm so curious about the identity of the Antichrist:", "That Antichrist.", "whether or not I am the Antichrist. You know: the", "\"The Antichrist will be a world leader, he'll have supernatural powers,\" he said. \n\n He got me there--I have no supernatural powers. I can't even drive a stick shift.", "\"In my opinion,\" he told me, \"the Antichrist will be a counterfeit of the true Christ, which means that he will be male and Jewish, since Jesus was male and Jewish.\"", "So there's a chance, then, that I'm the Antichrist?", "I gradually came to see how far-fetched it was to think that I might be the Antichrist. I'm not gay, I'm not famous, I wouldn't know a euro if I found one in my wallet.", "is the Antichrist.", "This idea--the Antichrist as gay--strikes a chord with many evangelicals, just as the idea that the Antichrist is Jewish strikes a chord.", "I, Antichrist?", "that the Antichrist is a Jew who walks among us.", "I pressed him further on the identity of the Antichrist, but Falwell wouldn't play. \"We'll know the Antichrist when he arrives,\" he said.", "and his is looking kinda imminent. The Antichrist, in this", "Then it struck me: Barry Diller is the Antichrist.", "\"It says in the Bible that the Antichrist will have 'no regard for women,' and so many evangelicals interpret that to mean that he will be a homosexual,\" Hindson said, though he added that he's not entirely convinced.", "I asked Falwell if he knew the actual identity of the Antichrist. No, he said. \"People might say, it's a certain person, it's Henry Kissinger, like that, but the Lord does not let us know that.\"", "maybe being the Antichrist--into the stream of the interview.", "of the Antichrist--though, as Falwell suggests, Kissinger is a", "Falwell is right: Evangelical preachers are constantly accusing the Jews of harboring the Antichrist." ], [ "Let me pause for a moment to give three concise reasons why I'm so curious about the identity of the Antichrist:", "the Antichrist. And, as it also turned out, he", "\"The Antichrist will be a world leader, he'll have supernatural powers,\" he said. \n\n He got me there--I have no supernatural powers. I can't even drive a stick shift.", "That Antichrist.", "whether or not I am the Antichrist. You know: the", "I gradually came to see how far-fetched it was to think that I might be the Antichrist. I'm not gay, I'm not famous, I wouldn't know a euro if I found one in my wallet.", "\"In my opinion,\" he told me, \"the Antichrist will be a counterfeit of the true Christ, which means that he will be male and Jewish, since Jesus was male and Jewish.\"", "This idea--the Antichrist as gay--strikes a chord with many evangelicals, just as the idea that the Antichrist is Jewish strikes a chord.", "So there's a chance, then, that I'm the Antichrist?", "\"It says in the Bible that the Antichrist will have 'no regard for women,' and so many evangelicals interpret that to mean that he will be a homosexual,\" Hindson said, though he added that he's not entirely convinced.", "and his is looking kinda imminent. The Antichrist, in this", "is the Antichrist.", "I pressed him further on the identity of the Antichrist, but Falwell wouldn't play. \"We'll know the Antichrist when he arrives,\" he said.", "that the Antichrist is a Jew who walks among us.", "I asked Falwell if he knew the actual identity of the Antichrist. No, he said. \"People might say, it's a certain person, it's Henry Kissinger, like that, but the Lord does not let us know that.\"", "\"There's no way Prince Charles is the Antichrist,\" Hindson said. \"Satan can do better than that.\"", "Antichrist will make his appearance before Christ makes his, and", "credit, though, LaHaye doesn't believe that the Antichrist will", "I, Antichrist?", "of the Antichrist--though, as Falwell suggests, Kissinger is a" ], [ "Of all the evangelical leaders I have interviewed, LaHaye is capable of some of the most anti-Semitic utterances, which is troublesome, because he is also the most popular author in the evangelical world.", "I asked LaHaye to tell me more about the Jewish mind.", "LaHaye explained. \"Some of the greatest evil in the history", "credit, though, LaHaye doesn't believe that the Antichrist will", "that the Antichrist is a Jew who walks among us.", "Falwell is right: Evangelical preachers are constantly accusing the Jews of harboring the Antichrist.", "This idea--the Antichrist as gay--strikes a chord with many evangelicals, just as the idea that the Antichrist is Jewish strikes a chord.", "who will kill lots of Jews. \"The Jews will be", "before they kill them. He responded, \"All the Jewish people", "Jews (and again, I feel comfortable speaking for all of us here) find this sort of Christian imperialism just a wee bit offensive. Just imagine if Jews began an official campaign calling Muhammad irrelevant to Islam--can you imagine the fatwas that would produce?", "believe the Antichrist will be Jewish. For most of their", "believe, like LaHaye, that the Antichrist will be a", "mind,\" LaHaye told me, for reasons that aren't entirely", "road runs through Jesus, LaHaye told me. To his credit,", "by Tim LaHaye, the prominent right-wing screwball and husband of", "comes to the rescue. The thankful Jews, those who are", "\"The Jewish brain also has the capacity for great good,\" he explained. \"God gave the Jews great intelligence. He didn't give them great size or physical power--you don't see too many Jews in the NFL--but he gave them great minds.\"", "Jews was obsolete. Therefore, the Jews who remained on Earth", "But evangelical leaders, who are, in my experience, uniformly kind and generous in their personal relations, can also be terribly obnoxious in their relations with Jews.", "\"In my opinion,\" he told me, \"the Antichrist will be a counterfeit of the true Christ, which means that he will be male and Jewish, since Jesus was male and Jewish.\"" ], [ "\"In my opinion,\" he told me, \"the Antichrist will be a counterfeit of the true Christ, which means that he will be male and Jewish, since Jesus was male and Jewish.\"", "Falwell is right: Evangelical preachers are constantly accusing the Jews of harboring the Antichrist.", "I pressed him further on the identity of the Antichrist, but Falwell wouldn't play. \"We'll know the Antichrist when he arrives,\" he said.", "believe the Antichrist will be Jewish. For most of their", "\"It says in the Bible that the Antichrist will have 'no regard for women,' and so many evangelicals interpret that to mean that he will be a homosexual,\" Hindson said, though he added that he's not entirely convinced.", "This idea--the Antichrist as gay--strikes a chord with many evangelicals, just as the idea that the Antichrist is Jewish strikes a chord.", "I asked Falwell if he knew the actual identity of the Antichrist. No, he said. \"People might say, it's a certain person, it's Henry Kissinger, like that, but the Lord does not let us know that.\"", "that the Antichrist is a Jew who walks among us.", "of the Antichrist--though, as Falwell suggests, Kissinger is a", "\"The Antichrist will be a world leader, he'll have supernatural powers,\" he said. \n\n He got me there--I have no supernatural powers. I can't even drive a stick shift.", "That Antichrist.", "is the Antichrist.", "the Antichrist. And, as it also turned out, he", "Ed Hindson, the author of Is the Antichrist Alive and", "believe, like LaHaye, that the Antichrist will be a", "Let me pause for a moment to give three concise reasons why I'm so curious about the identity of the Antichrist:", "Antichrist will make his appearance before Christ makes his, and", "\"There's no way Prince Charles is the Antichrist,\" Hindson said. \"Satan can do better than that.\"", "Falwell chuckled a condescending chuckle. \"It's almost amusing, that question. Of course not. I know that you're not.\" \n\n Why?", "will be Jewish. He will be a European gentile, who" ], [ "I pressed him further on the identity of the Antichrist, but Falwell wouldn't play. \"We'll know the Antichrist when he arrives,\" he said.", "I asked Falwell if he knew the actual identity of the Antichrist. 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And, as it also turned out, he", "is the Antichrist.", "Antichrist will make his appearance before Christ makes his, and", "\"In my opinion,\" he told me, \"the Antichrist will be a counterfeit of the true Christ, which means that he will be male and Jewish, since Jesus was male and Jewish.\"", "and his is looking kinda imminent. The Antichrist, in this", "\"It says in the Bible that the Antichrist will have 'no regard for women,' and so many evangelicals interpret that to mean that he will be a homosexual,\" Hindson said, though he added that he's not entirely convinced.", "This idea--the Antichrist as gay--strikes a chord with many evangelicals, just as the idea that the Antichrist is Jewish strikes a chord.", "Let me pause for a moment to give three concise reasons why I'm so curious about the identity of the Antichrist:", "I pressed him further on the identity of the Antichrist, but Falwell wouldn't play. \"We'll know the Antichrist when he arrives,\" he said.", "CE, the very beginning of the Antichrist legend, Christians have", "\"The Antichrist will be a world leader, he'll have supernatural powers,\" he said. \n\n He got me there--I have no supernatural powers. I can't even drive a stick shift.", "I, Antichrist?", "\"There's no way Prince Charles is the Antichrist,\" Hindson said. \"Satan can do better than that.\"", "whether or not I am the Antichrist. You know: the", "So there's a chance, then, that I'm the Antichrist?", "that the Antichrist is a Jew who walks among us.", "of the Antichrist--though, as Falwell suggests, Kissinger is a", "I asked Falwell if he knew the actual identity of the Antichrist. 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No, he said. \"People might say, it's a certain person, it's Henry Kissinger, like that, but the Lord does not let us know that.\"", "I pressed him further on the identity of the Antichrist, but Falwell wouldn't play. \"We'll know the Antichrist when he arrives,\" he said.", "CE, the very beginning of the Antichrist legend, Christians have", "is the Antichrist.", "Falwell is right: Evangelical preachers are constantly accusing the Jews of harboring the Antichrist.", "his views on the identity of the Antichrist--he had apologized", "whether or not I am the Antichrist. You know: the", "Antichrist will make his appearance before Christ makes his, and", "So there's a chance, then, that I'm the Antichrist?", "of the Antichrist--though, as Falwell suggests, Kissinger is a", "I gradually came to see how far-fetched it was to think that I might be the Antichrist. I'm not gay, I'm not famous, I wouldn't know a euro if I found one in my wallet." ], [ "millions of Christians are, journalistically speaking, worthy of note.", "said. In fact, he was more convinced than ever that", "just finished reading a novelistic treatment of these events, Assassins", "this reading, will be a world leader who strikes a", "happily ever after. These beliefs, held by tens of millions", "turned out, though, Falwell was eager to talk about the", "Early one shiny", "Of all the evangelical leaders I have interviewed, LaHaye is capable of some of the most anti-Semitic utterances, which is troublesome, because he is also the most popular author in the evangelical world.", "There are plenty", "the sensitivity comes from,\" though he shows no understanding of", "Falwell chuckled a condescending chuckle. \"It's almost amusing, that question. Of course not. I know that you're not.\" \n\n Why?", "interview. Falwell, I guessed, wouldn't be happy to discuss his", "not one has ever got upset over this.\" It is", "As it turned", "1) I think", "he didn't really feel bad for saying what he said.", "that millions of Americans are busy reading books warning about the", "The notable thing", "The Rev. Falwell", "signifies. \"Sigmund Freud, Marx, these were Jewish minds that were" ], [ "\"Left Behind\" is the Harry Potter of the Armageddon set.", "Of all the evangelical leaders I have interviewed, LaHaye is capable of some of the most anti-Semitic utterances, which is troublesome, because he is also the most popular author in the evangelical world.", "LaHaye explained. \"Some of the greatest evil in the history", "\"Left Behind\" series, \"left behind\" referring to those unfortunate", "evil reign on Earth. The \"Left Behind\" series, co-written by", "by Tim LaHaye, the prominent right-wing screwball and husband of", "thing for me about the \"Left Behind\" series--beside the fact", "mind,\" LaHaye told me, for reasons that aren't entirely", "Falwell is smoother than LaHaye. He acknowledges \"where the", "of Beverly LaHaye, the even more prominent right-wing screwball,", "believe, like LaHaye, that the Antichrist will be a", "In his book, Hindson runs through a list of potential candidates. Bill Clinton is there, of course, as well as Saddam Hussein and Ronald Wilson Reagan (six letters in each of his three names. Get it?).", "I asked LaHaye to tell me more about the Jewish mind.", "credit, though, LaHaye doesn't believe that the Antichrist will", "characters are Christian. LaHaye and Jenkins are both active participants", "This idea--the Antichrist as gay--strikes a chord with many evangelicals, just as the idea that the Antichrist is Jewish strikes a chord.", "Ed Hindson, the author of Is the Antichrist Alive and", "road runs through Jesus, LaHaye told me. To his credit,", "evil and have often been punished for their evil, LaHaye", "\"It says in the Bible that the Antichrist will have 'no regard for women,' and so many evangelicals interpret that to mean that he will be a homosexual,\" Hindson said, though he added that he's not entirely convinced." ] ]

[ "Why did Pashkov sell small arms to the Cubans?", "What best describes the relationship between Pashkov and Colonel James?", "Why is Zubov a comedic and ironic character for this story?", "What is a rest cure?", "Which of the following best describes the relationship between Pashkov and Nadezhda Brunhildova?", "Which of the following best describes the tone of this story?", "How did Colonel James get away at the end?", "What was Colonel James' mission?", "What was Boris Knackenpast's great accomplishment?", "Why isn't Pashkov angry with Medvedev?" ]

[ [ "It was actually Colonel James who sold small arms to the Cubans", "He wanted to use them as a scapegoat for his own plans", "He wanted to help another Communist country", "He wanted the Cubans to cause trouble for the Americans" ], [ "They are enemies", "They have no relationship", "They respect each other", "They are the same person" ], [ "He is cross-eyed", "He kidnaps people", "He trains animals", "He is dumb" ], [ "A drug", "A vacation", "A punishment", "A weapon" ], [ "They have no relationship", "They are friends", "They are enemies", "They are lovers" ], [ "Serious", "Romantic", "Comedic", "Scary" ], [ "He hid in a robot costume", "He threw a rock", "He did not get away", "He threw a grenade" ], [ "Impersonate Pashkov to gain information", "Capture Pashkov", "Kill Boris Knackenpast", "Get Boris Knackenpast to Sweden" ], [ "Evading capture by the Americans", "Evading capture by the Russians", "Pretending to be a robot", "Nobel prize for literature" ], [ "Medvedev is too talented for Pashkov to be angry with him", "Pashkov likes Boris too much", "Pashkov is dishonest too", "Petchareff ordered Pashkov to hide his feelings" ] ]

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[ [ "Pashkov told them to pick up the boxes of ammunition at the embassy and\n deliver them to the Cubans, and then to commandeer a private automobile.", "The Cubans looked at each other. \"Thirty-o-six caliber, two-twenty\n grain. How much can you deliver?\"\n\n\n \"Two thousand rounds.\"\n\n\n \"Not much.\"", "\"You can trust us. We shall send the money. Please take a cigar.\"\n\n\n Pashkov took four Havanas from the box they held out to him, stuck\n three in his breast pocket, and lit one.", "\"No gun-play, caballeros,\" Pashkov went on in Spanish. \"We are in the\n Salvation Army charity house, not in a two-peso thriller. Besides, I\n deliver before I ask payment.\"", "On his way up to the roof, Pashkov studied the invoice he had lifted.\n It was from a manufacturer of sporting arms to Francisco Jesus Maria", "Pashkov put down the receiver. Give the Cubans enough to expect\n more—make sure they stay in town.", "Pashkov picked up the phone, dialed the Soviet embassy, and got the\n chargé d'affaires. \"How is your underdeveloped countries fund?\" he\n asked.", "know he really is Pashkov? If he's actually Colonel James, I can shoot\n him summarily. He\ndoes\nlook like Colonel James to me.\"", "In the ambulance court, Zubov and Petya moved quickly to a Red Cross\n flier. Pashkov dropped the invoice he had lifted from the Cubans on the\n front seat of the stolen car, and followed.", "A small incident, the roof captain explained. A Swedish Red Cross flier\n was missing from the National Hospital. Two Cuban agents had been\n arrested and a cache of small arms and ammunition was found. But no\n trace of the ambulance.", "\"Gratefully accepted,\" Zubov said, slipping his gun into its holster\n with a flourish.\n\"Your treatment is over, then?\" Pashkov asked. \"You are ready for your\n assignment?\"", "Pashkov glanced at his watch. Colonel James would be landing in Moscow\n about now and taken to Comrade Petchareff for questioning.", "\"Zubov will make your trip to Moscow comfortable. All right, Zubov.\"\n\n\n Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov.", "\"I suppose the Cubans deny stealing the ambulance?\" Pashkov asked.", "and ammunition. He thought a moment, impressed the Cubans' address on\n his memory, and went to his flier.", "\"Listen carefully, lieutenant.\" Pashkov described the American agent.\n \"But his left cheekbone is lower than mine—about four centimeters. He\n may be armed, so be careful.\"", "Pashkov held up his remaining cigar. \"How many cigars in my hand?\"\n\n\n \"Two.\"", "Sitting down at the table, Pashkov's elbow rested on an invoice, and\n moments later the invoice was tucked in his pocket.\n\n\n \"What kind of ammunition do you need, caballeros?\"", "Pashkov climbed into his flier. \"Well, it's fashionable to blame the\n Russians for everything.\" He waved his chubby hand, and took off.\n Flying over the Baltic, he set the controls on the Moscow beam.", "\"Do you trust us to send the money?\"\n\n\n \"It is bad for you if I do not trust you,\" Pashkov said, smiling up at\n them." ], [ "know he really is Pashkov? If he's actually Colonel James, I can shoot\n him summarily. He\ndoes\nlook like Colonel James to me.\"", "Pashkov stood looking at Colonel James. The resemblance between them\n was remarkable. Zubov's eyes were crossed with astonishment.", "Petchareff did not believe he was Pashkov. Colonel James, it was clear,\n was at that moment in Petchareff's office, impersonating Pashkov. And\n Zubov was probably getting a rest cure.", "\"Hold your claws, Zubov lad,\" Pashkov said. \"You have got the wrong\n man, can't you see?\nThat\nis Colonel James.\"\n\n\n \"Eh?\"", "\"My dear Gospodin Pashkov!\" Colonel James greeted him in Russian,\n yawning. \"How kind of you to visit me. Do sit down.\" Not only was his", "Pashkov glanced at his watch. Colonel James would be landing in Moscow\n about now and taken to Comrade Petchareff for questioning.", "Petchareff blew cigar smoke in his face. \"If Colonel James makes a\n monkey of you once more, you're through, Pashkov. You don't take your", "Medvedev stopped, gaped, then seized Pashkov's hand. \"Colonel James!\n What an artist, that Monsieur Fanti. But quick, Boris, Pashkov is on\n his way.\"", "Petchareff tossed the gown to Pashkov. \"This is what Colonel James is\n wearing,\" he said, dismissing the mouse, who bowed twice and scurried\n out.", "\"Do I talk like Colonel James?\"\n\n\n \"You've changed completely, sir. If I didn't know, I would swear you\n were the notorious Gospodin Pashkov.\"", "closest professional rival, Colonel James, U.S.A.\nPashkov landed on the roof of Intelligence in the northeast corner of\n the Kremlin, hitched up his pants and rode down.", "Petchareff slapped Kolya's face and crushed the glowing end of his\n cigar on Petya's forehead. The apes reeled back to a tree.\nPashkov whispered to Colonel James.", "But Colonel James was running to the flier, throwing Nadezhda's rock at\n Petchareff and running.\n\n\n \"Grenade!\" Pashkov yelled, and flung himself to the ground.", "\"No, no, my friend. I am only doing my best not to show my surprise at\n seeing you again.\" The colonel got out of bed and sat down on Pashkov's\n other side.", "looked up. \"Ah, Colonel James,\" Boris said in a voice that seemed to\n come from a deep well. \"Excuse the poor welcome, but I understand we", "An hour later, Pashkov landed on the Palace roof in Colonel James'\n flier—an exact copy of his own flier. The Palace roof captain stared\n at him, then smiled nervously.", "\"Everything in order, Gospodin Pashkov. Constant vigilance maintained\n at hospital by my two assistants. With your pardon, Comrade Petchareff\n urges all haste. Colonel James is due to leave the hospital tomorrow.\"", "As Petya brought the flier to a hovering stop against Colonel James'\n window, Pashkov bounced into the room; Zubov drew his gun and jumped in\n after.", "\"Excellent. Put up your gun, Zubov. Colonel James and I don't get to\n talk very often.\"", "\"Ah, Colonel,\" Anastina said as Pashkov fell to, \"why did you let them\n change your face? It does not become you at all.\"" ], [ "\"Zubov will make your trip to Moscow comfortable. All right, Zubov.\"\n\n\n Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov.", "Zubov's big tooth settled respectfully over his lower lip. His small\n eyes were so closely set that he looked cockeyed when he focused them\n on his superior.", "A terrible howl came from Zubov. Petya and Kolya, imitating\n Petchareff's efforts to revive their master, were battering Zubov's\n face with their slouched hats.", "Petchareff did not believe he was Pashkov. Colonel James, it was clear,\n was at that moment in Petchareff's office, impersonating Pashkov. And\n Zubov was probably getting a rest cure.", "\"Hold your claws, Zubov lad,\" Pashkov said. \"You have got the wrong\n man, can't you see?\nThat\nis Colonel James.\"\n\n\n \"Eh?\"", "Pashkov squinted at Zubov's crossed eyes. \"Have you had your eyes\n examined lately?\"\n\n\n \"No need,\" Zubov assured him with a smile. \"I see more than most\n people.\"", "Zubov lifted Pashkov off the floor, crashed with his weight against the\n wall, but held on, grinned and staggered with Pashkov in his arms to\n the window.", "\"He's moving!\" Petya kicked Zubov and looked up for approval, his hair\n standing up like spikes.", "\"Gratefully accepted,\" Zubov said, slipping his gun into its holster\n with a flourish.\n\"Your treatment is over, then?\" Pashkov asked. \"You are ready for your\n assignment?\"", "Zubov did use his eyes. He looked from one to the other, and back. The\n more he focused, the more his eyes crossed. \"Eh?\"", "Zubov leaped out next, his big front tooth flashing. Then his two\n assistants, Petya and Kolya, tumbled out in their coats and hats. Last", "Zubov dropped him, pulled his gun and backed off into a corner. \"How\n can I tell you two apart just by looking!\" he cried hysterically. \"I'm\n not a learned man.\"", "\"Capitalist hell and damnation, now I can't tell them apart myself,\"\n Petchareff said. \"Zubov!\"\n\n\n \"Hhng?\"", "\"They've made progress,\" Zubov assured Pashkov, pulling a small whip\n from his hip pocket. \"Straight, lads, straight,\" he flicked the whip.\n \"We have company.\"", "In the hotel corridor, Zubov looked before and after, his eyes crossed\n suspiciously, and peered around corners. They got to their suite\n without incident, and Pashkov gave him another cigar.", "\"Boys, boys!\" Zubov cracked the whip. \"Out you go. A job for Gospodin", "\"Stand back!\" Kolya screamed, smashing his hat into Zubov's face. \"He\n is trying to say something!\"", "M. Fanti fingered Pashkov's cheekbone. \"How could I have made such a\n mistake! Just look at him. People laugh at such faces.\"", "Zubov was cross-checking his kidnaping plans. He said, \"With your\n pardon, do we take Colonel James alive or dead-or-alive?\"", "Pashkov stood looking at Colonel James. The resemblance between them\n was remarkable. Zubov's eyes were crossed with astonishment." ], [ "\"You miserable idiot,\" Pashkov shouted. \"You'll get a rest cure for\n this!\"", "He was awakened by the nurse, Anastina Bjorklund—alias Anastasia\n Semionovna Bezumnaya, formerly of the Stakhanovite Booster's Committee,\n Moscow Third Worker's District.", "\"A week at least. His skin needs a rest. I must rework the whole left\n side of his face—it's all lopsided.\"\n\n\n \"But we can't spare a week,\" Professor Kristin said.", "\"Part of my job. Don't you think I am more handsome now?\"\n\n\n Anastina laughed shrilly. \"That bulbous nose handsome? What woman could\n fall in love with a nose like that?\"", "\"You're not really sick?\" Pashkov asked, sitting down on the bed.\n\n\n \"Not physically. But imagine my psychological condition. When I look\n in the mirror—\" The colonel shuddered.", "Petchareff did not believe he was Pashkov. Colonel James, it was clear,\n was at that moment in Petchareff's office, impersonating Pashkov. And\n Zubov was probably getting a rest cure.", "\"Gratefully accepted. Here is a map of hospital and grounds. Here is a\n map of twenty-third floor. Here is a map of Colonel James' room. Here\n is hospital routine between midnight and dawn. With your pardon—\"", "\"Everything in order, Gospodin Pashkov. Constant vigilance maintained\n at hospital by my two assistants. With your pardon, Comrade Petchareff\n urges all haste. Colonel James is due to leave the hospital tomorrow.\"", "Zubov yanked the colonel up by an arm. \"Send\nme\nto rest cures, will\n you?\"", "\"You're lying and I'll kill you. Don't you think I know about Anastina,\n that she-nurse in the Stockholm National Hospital?\"", "\"Ready.\"\n\n\n \"And that is?\"\n\n\n \"Delicate, very delicate. I must report to the Palace this morning.\"", "off in Pashkov's flier. Then they made their way down the service\n stairs to the alley, Pashkov dressed only in the hospital gown; got\n into the stolen Mercedes and drove to the National Hospital, all three", "\"They are waiting for you in the Gustavus room, Colonel.\"\n\n\n \"Colonel? Do I still look like Colonel James?\"\n\n\n \"Oh, no, sir.\"", "\"What are you doing here?\" cried Zubov. \"Why aren't you observing the\n hospital?\"\n\n\n \"Dhh, you said to report ... um ... if something happened,\" the first\n ape said in a thick voice.", "He looked in the dining room, the music room, the library. Nobody.\n The house was strangely quiet. He came to the door of the study and", "She put a big breakfast tray on Pashkov's lap. \"Cloudy, damp, and\n windy. London stock market caves in, race riots in South Africa, famine", "\"He's a theatrical surgeon.\"\n\n\n \"You're not playing one of your jokes, Pashkov?\"\n\n\n \"Hardly.\"", "Nadezhda was a big girl with hefty arms, captain of her local broom\n brigade. \"Monster!\" She seized him by the collar. \"Is Anastina\n dangerous?\"\n\n\n \"Darling!\"", "Colonel James sat calmly on the bed. He said, \"Carry him out.\"", "Colonel James sighed. \"I guess we have to keep up appearances,\" he\n muttered, and climbed out the window into the hovering ambulance. Zubov" ], [ "In the front office, Pashkov stopped to kiss Nadezhda Brunhildova\n goodby. \"I may not return from this dangerous mission. Give me a tender\n kiss.\"", "\"Two thousand kronor,\" Pashkov said, taking an envelope on the table\n and addressing it to Nadezhda Brunhildova, Kremlin, Moscow. No return\n address.", "\"Don't you know me, chief? Me, Pashkov.\"\n\n\n \"Curse me,\" Nadezhda said, staring at him. \"Another Pashkov.\"", "\"Darling!\" Nadezhda threw on Pashkov.\n\n\n \"Not in public,\" Pashkov said.", "As they came out, Petchareff was reviving Zubov by slapping his face.\n The kidnaping expert lay stretched cold on the ground, and Nadezhda\n Brunhildova stood by, holding the rock and weeping.", "\"Wait a minute,\" Petchareff said. \"Nadezhda Brunhildova, how do you", "\"I don't trust him either,\" Nadezhda said. \"But I know my Pashkov. If\n he's not Pashkov, I shall let you know in the morning.\"", "But Colonel James was running to the flier, throwing Nadezhda's rock at\n Petchareff and running.\n\n\n \"Grenade!\" Pashkov yelled, and flung himself to the ground.", "\"Stupid!\" Petchareff's voice sounded behind Nadezhda's, and the speaker\n clicked and went dead.\n\n\n Pashkov dove into the clouds and brought his flier to a hovering stop.", "\"Delicate, very delicate,\" Pashkov said. \"Everything depends on my not\n running into Gospodin Pashkov.\"", "He took off for Moscow, poking his flier up through the clouds and\n flying close to them, as was his habit. Then he switched on the radio\n and got Petchareff's secretary. \"Nadezhda?\"", "\"One of these days I'll catch you, Pashkov,\" Petchareff spat. \"Your\n deviousness, that's one thing. It could be useful. But your levity—\"", "Nadezhda was a big girl with hefty arms, captain of her local broom\n brigade. \"Monster!\" She seized him by the collar. \"Is Anastina\n dangerous?\"\n\n\n \"Darling!\"", "know he really is Pashkov? If he's actually Colonel James, I can shoot\n him summarily. He\ndoes\nlook like Colonel James to me.\"", "of all to emerge from the flier was Nadezhda Brunhildova.", "off in Pashkov's flier. Then they made their way down the service\n stairs to the alley, Pashkov dressed only in the hospital gown; got\n into the stolen Mercedes and drove to the National Hospital, all three", "\"Zubov will make your trip to Moscow comfortable. All right, Zubov.\"\n\n\n Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov.", "Boris pulled off his head, and crawled out of the robot shell. Pashkov\n saw Boris as he really was, a tall human with a gaunt, ascetic face.", "\"Use your eyes, blockhead.\nI\nam Pashkov.\"", "\"My dear Gospodin Pashkov!\" Colonel James greeted him in Russian,\n yawning. \"How kind of you to visit me. Do sit down.\" Not only was his" ], [ "\"Part of my job. Don't you think I am more handsome now?\"\n\n\n Anastina laughed shrilly. \"That bulbous nose handsome? What woman could\n fall in love with a nose like that?\"", "\"It shows determination. I wish I had this nose permanently.\"\n\n\n \"You mustn't talk like that. But I'll ignore your nose if you tell me\n more about White Sands Proving Grounds, as you promised.\"", "A small man hurried into the room. He had a narrow face and the\n mustache of a mouse and a mousy nose, but his eyes were big rabbit", "\"With pleasure, with pleasure,\" he said, sinking his teeth into a pork\n chop, having seasoned the chop with the soft-boiled egg yolk. \"But", "Clutching the bundle, Kolya stuck his tongue out at Petya and bounded\n out of the room. They waited at the window until they saw Kolya take", "\"Not exactly. Same genetic experiment. Good lads. Stand straight,\n Petya. Don't curl your feet like that, Kolya, I've told you before. Why\n didn't you shave your hands today?\"", "\"What do you expect for seven thousand bucks—service? Look, boys, I'm\n just a honest businessman. I can't get it for you today. Have a seegar,\n Pablo.\"", "\"Exactly, exactly,\" the mouse piped. \"No difference, Comrade.\" He held\n his paws as in prayer and his pointed mouth quivered.", "eyes. He bowed twice quickly, placed a package on the desk with\n trembling forepaws and bowed twice again.", "off in Pashkov's flier. Then they made their way down the service\n stairs to the alley, Pashkov dressed only in the hospital gown; got\n into the stolen Mercedes and drove to the National Hospital, all three", "\"Alive.\"\n\n\n Zubov pulled a long face. \"Dead-or-alive would be easier, Gospodin\n Pashkov. Fast, clean job.\"", "Nadezhda was a big girl with hefty arms, captain of her local broom\n brigade. \"Monster!\" She seized him by the collar. \"Is Anastina\n dangerous?\"\n\n\n \"Darling!\"", "\"You'd better be in my office in ten minutes. What size hospital gown?\"\n\n\n \"Short and fat,\" Pashkov said, and switched off.", "The lieutenant stared. \"Shall we kill him?\"\n\n\n \"No, no. Put him in a cage.\"", "\"You can trust us. We shall send the money. Please take a cigar.\"\n\n\n Pashkov took four Havanas from the box they held out to him, stuck\n three in his breast pocket, and lit one.", "\"Thirty-o-six two-twenty, three thousand—if you have it.\"\n\n\n \"Most popular. What else?\"\n\n\n \"Pineapples—one crate.\"", "listened. Not a sound. He went in and there, behind the large writing\n desk, sat Boris Knackenpast.", "right now I'm in a hurry to get to the Palace. Give my shoes an extra\n shine, there's a good girl.\"", "The old desk clerk looked like a stork. \"Yu, room six fifteen,\" he\n clacked. \"Tree floors down. Aer yu Amerikan?\"\n\n\n \"Brazil.\"", "\"They say they've been framed by a fat little Russian. But it's\n transparent, a clumsy job. Imagine, they left a stolen car in the" ], [ "Colonel James sighed. \"I guess we have to keep up appearances,\" he\n muttered, and climbed out the window into the hovering ambulance. Zubov", "Petchareff did not believe he was Pashkov. Colonel James, it was clear,\n was at that moment in Petchareff's office, impersonating Pashkov. And\n Zubov was probably getting a rest cure.", "Colonel James sat calmly on the bed. He said, \"Carry him out.\"", "Boris reached the flier, Colonel James pulled him in, the engine\n hummed, and they were off. A moment later the flier vanished in the\n clouds towards Stockholm.", "know he really is Pashkov? If he's actually Colonel James, I can shoot\n him summarily. He\ndoes\nlook like Colonel James to me.\"", "But Colonel James was running to the flier, throwing Nadezhda's rock at\n Petchareff and running.\n\n\n \"Grenade!\" Pashkov yelled, and flung himself to the ground.", "looked up. \"Ah, Colonel James,\" Boris said in a voice that seemed to\n come from a deep well. \"Excuse the poor welcome, but I understand we", "Colonel James had landed. But as he climbed down from his flier, the\n guards closed a circle about him.", "Colonel James awoke, turned on the night lamp, and sat up in the bed,\n his eyes blinking.", "Petchareff tossed the gown to Pashkov. \"This is what Colonel James is\n wearing,\" he said, dismissing the mouse, who bowed twice and scurried\n out.", "Colonel James said, \"There he is, the American spy.\"", "\"Excellent. Put up your gun, Zubov. Colonel James and I don't get to\n talk very often.\"", "\"Hold your claws, Zubov lad,\" Pashkov said. \"You have got the wrong\n man, can't you see?\nThat\nis Colonel James.\"\n\n\n \"Eh?\"", "Petchareff blew cigar smoke in his face. \"If Colonel James makes a\n monkey of you once more, you're through, Pashkov. You don't take your", "He tossed his bundle of clothing to the first ape. \"Take my flier back\n to Moscow, Kolya lad. Give my clothes to Nadezhda Brunhildova, and tell\n Comrade Petchareff to expect Colonel James today.\"", "\"It is a good thing you do for us, Colonel James,\" Gustavus IX said,\n \"and a courageous thing. Please accept our thanks.\"", "\"Pretend not to know me, will he?\" she yelled at Colonel James, picking\n up a rock.\n\n\n \"Hold it, citizenress,\" Colonel James said.", "Petchareff slapped Kolya's face and crushed the glowing end of his\n cigar on Petya's forehead. The apes reeled back to a tree.\nPashkov whispered to Colonel James.", "Zubov was cross-checking his kidnaping plans. He said, \"With your\n pardon, do we take Colonel James alive or dead-or-alive?\"", "Pashkov glanced at his watch. Colonel James would be landing in Moscow\n about now and taken to Comrade Petchareff for questioning." ], [ "Colonel James sat calmly on the bed. He said, \"Carry him out.\"", "looked up. \"Ah, Colonel James,\" Boris said in a voice that seemed to\n come from a deep well. \"Excuse the poor welcome, but I understand we", "Colonel James said, \"There he is, the American spy.\"", "Petchareff did not believe he was Pashkov. Colonel James, it was clear,\n was at that moment in Petchareff's office, impersonating Pashkov. And\n Zubov was probably getting a rest cure.", "know he really is Pashkov? If he's actually Colonel James, I can shoot\n him summarily. He\ndoes\nlook like Colonel James to me.\"", "Colonel James had landed. But as he climbed down from his flier, the\n guards closed a circle about him.", "Colonel James awoke, turned on the night lamp, and sat up in the bed,\n his eyes blinking.", "Colonel James sighed. \"I guess we have to keep up appearances,\" he\n muttered, and climbed out the window into the hovering ambulance. Zubov", "Boris reached the flier, Colonel James pulled him in, the engine\n hummed, and they were off. A moment later the flier vanished in the\n clouds towards Stockholm.", "\"It is a good thing you do for us, Colonel James,\" Gustavus IX said,\n \"and a courageous thing. Please accept our thanks.\"", "Pashkov glanced at his watch. Colonel James would be landing in Moscow\n about now and taken to Comrade Petchareff for questioning.", "\"Hold your claws, Zubov lad,\" Pashkov said. \"You have got the wrong\n man, can't you see?\nThat\nis Colonel James.\"\n\n\n \"Eh?\"", "But Colonel James was running to the flier, throwing Nadezhda's rock at\n Petchareff and running.\n\n\n \"Grenade!\" Pashkov yelled, and flung himself to the ground.", "\"Excellent. Put up your gun, Zubov. Colonel James and I don't get to\n talk very often.\"", "Petchareff blew cigar smoke in his face. \"If Colonel James makes a\n monkey of you once more, you're through, Pashkov. You don't take your", "Petchareff tossed the gown to Pashkov. \"This is what Colonel James is\n wearing,\" he said, dismissing the mouse, who bowed twice and scurried\n out.", "\"Take him straight to Petchareff,\" Colonel James said to Zubov. \"I'll\n report as soon as I know what these Swedes are up to.\"", "\"My dear Gospodin Pashkov!\" Colonel James greeted him in Russian,\n yawning. \"How kind of you to visit me. Do sit down.\" Not only was his", "Professor Kristin said, \"Colonel James, we presume you have studied\n the problem in detail. I'm afraid we have delayed announcing the Nobel", "Pashkov stood looking at Colonel James. The resemblance between them\n was remarkable. Zubov's eyes were crossed with astonishment." ], [ "So there it was: Boris Knackenpast a supreme success, as Pashkov had\n suspected. It would be amusing to tell robotist Medvedev about it.", ", this house had become known all over the world as Boris\n Knackenpast's villa. Now the house was guarded by a company of\n soldiers to keep visitors out. From an open window Pashkov heard the", "listened. Not a sound. He went in and there, behind the large writing\n desk, sat Boris Knackenpast.", "\"No alarm, no alarm,\" Pashkov said, pulling Boris away from the window.\n \"Mister Knackenpast, when you see your way clear to my flier, run for\n it. But get back into your robot costume.\"", "\"He's preparing a new super-patriotic writer to replace Boris\n Knackenpast,\" Pashkov reported. \"When you give the word, he will call\nIzvestia\nand tell them Boris is dead.\"", "\"I hope you need no luggage, Mister Knackenpast,\" Pashkov said. \"We\n must be off at once.\"\n\n\n \"Too late!\" the old valet said from the window.", "At the same moment Boris Knackenpast ran from the house to the flier,\n his robot gear clattering like Don Quixote's armor.\n\n\n The guards scattered and dove for cover.", "prize for literature much too long. How soon can you bring Boris\n Knackenpast to Stockholm?\"", "\"He'll keep,\" Pashkov said, hitching up his pants. \"Let's be off,\n Mister Knackenpast. It won't take long for Petchareff to smell us out.\"", "\"We can't wait any longer,\" Professor Kristin said. \"Fortunately, we\n have an ally in the enemy camp. The robotist, Medvedev, is expecting\n you at Knackenpast's villa.\"", "Pashkov crawled out of the cloud and skimmed northeast to Mir, Boris\n Knackenpast's villa.", "\"In ten minutes. What have I done now?\"\n\n\n \"You were supposed to make funeral arrangements for Knackenpast, so\n what are you doing in Stockholm?\"\n\n\n \"Stockholm?\"", "Boris pulled off his head, and crawled out of the robot shell. Pashkov\n saw Boris as he really was, a tall human with a gaunt, ascetic face.", "Medvedev stopped, gaped, then seized Pashkov's hand. \"Colonel James!\n What an artist, that Monsieur Fanti. But quick, Boris, Pashkov is on\n his way.\"", "Pashkov knocked again and a scuffle ensued within, the crack of a chair\n on a skull, the dragging of a beefy body into a closet, and the slam\n of the closet door.", "Boris reached the flier, Colonel James pulled him in, the engine\n hummed, and they were off. A moment later the flier vanished in the\n clouds towards Stockholm.", "Pashkov bowed his head. \"Your majesty. Gentlemen.\"\n\n\n \"Extraordinary!\" Professor Kristin said.", "Petchareff glanced at his calendar. \"We have two other state funerals\n this week. You made it plain, I hope, we want no repetition of\n Knackenpast's peace nonsense?\"", "looked up. \"Ah, Colonel James,\" Boris said in a voice that seemed to\n come from a deep well. \"Excuse the poor welcome, but I understand we", "He was awakened by the nurse, Anastina Bjorklund—alias Anastasia\n Semionovna Bezumnaya, formerly of the Stakhanovite Booster's Committee,\n Moscow Third Worker's District." ], [ "have little time. You scared my valet; he thought you were Gospodin\n Pashkov.\"\nThe door burst open and Medvedev rushed in, the old valet at his heels.", "\"Nothing, nothing to get upset about,\" Pashkov said soothingly, taking\n his friend's arm as they came out of the villa forty miles from Moscow.", "\"What's been keeping you, Pashkov?\"\n\n\n \"Consoling Medvedev. Am I supposed to be in Stockholm?\"", "Medvedev stopped, gaped, then seized Pashkov's hand. \"Colonel James!\n What an artist, that Monsieur Fanti. But quick, Boris, Pashkov is on\n his way.\"", "The sad thing about us, thought Pashkov, is that Medvedev could not\n trust even me. But then I could not trust Medvedev, either. Yes, that's\n the trouble with us.", "So there it was: Boris Knackenpast a supreme success, as Pashkov had\n suspected. It would be amusing to tell robotist Medvedev about it.", "\"No, no, my friend. I am only doing my best not to show my surprise at\n seeing you again.\" The colonel got out of bed and sat down on Pashkov's\n other side.", "In his office, Petchareff removed the cigar from his mouth as Pashkov\n came in. \"Medvedev get my orders?\"", "\"Zubov will make your trip to Moscow comfortable. All right, Zubov.\"\n\n\n Zubov focused his crossed eyes on Pashkov.", "Pashkov, lads. They don't get enough exercise,\" he grinned, backing out\n after them. \"With your pardon, I'll thrash them later.\"", "\"One of these days I'll catch you, Pashkov,\" Petchareff spat. \"Your\n deviousness, that's one thing. It could be useful. But your levity—\"", "\"Gratefully accepted,\" Zubov said, slipping his gun into its holster\n with a flourish.\n\"Your treatment is over, then?\" Pashkov asked. \"You are ready for your\n assignment?\"", "\"But if you're mistaken?\" Medvedev put in nervously.\n\n\n \"We all make mistakes,\" Petchareff said. \"What would history be without\n mistakes?\"", "\"I don't trust him either,\" Nadezhda said. \"But I know my Pashkov. If\n he's not Pashkov, I shall let you know in the morning.\"", "\"My dear Gospodin Pashkov!\" Colonel James greeted him in Russian,\n yawning. \"How kind of you to visit me. Do sit down.\" Not only was his", "\"He'll keep,\" Pashkov said, hitching up his pants. \"Let's be off,\n Mister Knackenpast. It won't take long for Petchareff to smell us out.\"", "know he really is Pashkov? If he's actually Colonel James, I can shoot\n him summarily. He\ndoes\nlook like Colonel James to me.\"", "\"Don't you know me, chief? Me, Pashkov.\"\n\n\n \"Curse me,\" Nadezhda said, staring at him. \"Another Pashkov.\"", "Pashkov glanced at his watch. Colonel James would be landing in Moscow\n about now and taken to Comrade Petchareff for questioning.", "\"Do you trust us to send the money?\"\n\n\n \"It is bad for you if I do not trust you,\" Pashkov said, smiling up at\n them." ] ]

[ "Why does Kimmy feel disdain for Steinhart?", "Why did Kimmy's wife leave him?", "What aspect of Kimmy's psychological state was beneficial to the long space flight?", "What is an example given of Kimmy's schizophrenic tendencies?", "Where had Kimmy arrived after waking from his slumber in the ship?", "Where was the music from the phonograph coming from?", "What did Kimmy do after getting dressed in the morning?", "What is the significance of Kimmy's trip?", "What did Kimmy realize that Steinhart was right about?" ]

[ [ "He refused to pilot a rocket", "His blond hair and pale skin", "He tried to halt the assignment", "He doesn't like therapists " ], [ "She was worried about his mental health issues", "She thought he was an extra terrestrial", "She knew he did not want to remain on Earth", "She thought he was neglectful" ], [ "His complete lack of anxiety", "His antisocial behaviors", "His tendency to dissociate into his own imagination", "His extreme lethargy and patience" ], [ "He believed an old faucet was a radium pistol ", "His questioning of the doctor's motives", "His dreaming of his wife during the flight", "He was imperceptive of time" ], [ "Mars", "Venus", "Korus", "Earth" ], [ "The bottom of the Valley Dor", "Kimmy was imagining the music", "Dr. Steinhart was playing it to study Kimmy's reaction", "Matai Shang's house" ], [ "Walked across a river", "Boarded the rocket", "Put some music on the phonograph", "Sat through a press briefing" ], [ "He will be the first man on Mars", "He will be the first trip to space in two years", "He will finally return home", "He is going to defeat the Plant Men" ], [ "He did indeed escape reality with his overactive imagination", "He was overjoyed to have made it to another planet", "He did feel younger after the trip", "He felt at home upon arriving" ] ]

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[ [ "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "On the dais nearby, listening to the PRO, but watching Kimball, sat\n Steinhart, the team analyst. Kimball returned his steady gaze thinking:", "aim. What could Steinhart know of longing? No, he thought, I’m not being\n fair. Steinhart was only doing his job.", "Steinhart felt futile and out of his depth. “We know so little\n about the psychology of space-flight, Kim——”", "Steinhart reached for a cigaret and then stopped, remembering that\n Kimball had had to give them up because of the flight. Kimball caught\n the movement and half-smiled.", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "As they filed out of the briefing shack, Steinhart climbed into the\n command car with Kimball. Chance or design? Kimball wondered. The\n others, he noticed, were leaving both of them alone.", "“Your record is good all the way. You know that,” Steinhart\n [119]\n said. “It’s just some of the things——”\n\n\n Kimball said: “I talked too much.”", "“We haven’t gotten on too well, have we, Colonel?” Steinhart\n observed in a quiet voice.", "to distinguish reality from—well, fancy.”\nKimball turned to regard the psych\n coolly\n .\n “What’s reality, Steinhart? Do", "“Yes?” Disinterest in his voice now, Steinhart noted\n clinically. Natural under the circumstances? Or neurosis building up\n already?", "Steinhart was right, he thought vaguely. A tear streaked his cheek. He\n had never been so alone.", "And Steinhart: “\nWhat is reality, Kimmy?\n”\nThe hours stretched into days, the days into months. Time wasn’t. Time\n was a deep night and a starshot void. And dreams.", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "Roost and Patches and Seventh Heaven, but to Kimmy it was the hated cry\n of the Father of Therns calling the dreadful Plant Men to their feast of\n victims borne into", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from" ], [ "“You had to.”\n\n\n “You wouldn’t think my secret life was so dangerous, would\n you,” the Colonel said smiling.\n\n\n “You were married, Kim. What happened?”", "He dreamed of his wife. “\nYou don’t live here, Kim.\n”", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "“I didn’t try to kill the assignment for you, Kim,” the\n psych said.\n\n\n “It doesn’t matter now.”\n\n\n “No, I suppose not.”", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "“Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you\n AN-swer!”", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.", "“Kimm-eeeee—”\n\n\n They were calling him. In the deepening dusk their voices carried far\n down the river. “Kimmmmm—eeeeeeeeee—”", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "finally told me it was no go. ‘You don’t live here’ was the\n way she put it.”", "“Sing me to sleep, lullaby of the leaves”—the phonograph\n sang. Kimmy stepped cautiously ashore and moved into the cover of a", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "As they filed out of the briefing shack, Steinhart climbed into the\n command car with Kimball. Chance or design? Kimball wondered. The\n others, he noticed, were leaving both of them alone.", "Steinhart reached for a cigaret and then stopped, remembering that\n Kimball had had to give them up because of the flight. Kimball caught\n the movement and half-smiled." ], [ "Steinhart felt futile and out of his depth. “We know so little\n about the psychology of space-flight, Kim——”", "Kimmy shifted the heavy Martian pistol into his left hand and checked\n his harness. A soft smile touched his lips. He was well armed; there was", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "training. Ponderously, the ship settled into the iron sand; slowly, the\n internal fires died.\nKimball stood in the control room, his heart pounding. Slowly, the ports", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "alone. The plastic sac contained him, fed him; and the rocket, silent\n now, coursed through the airless deep like a questing thought. Time was", "He awoke seldom. His tasks were simple. The plastic sac and the tender\n care of the ship were more real than the routine jobs of telemetering\n information back to the Base across the empty miles, across the rim of\n the world.", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "“I didn’t try to kill the assignment for you, Kim,” the\n psych said.\n\n\n “It doesn’t matter now.”\n\n\n “No, I suppose not.”", "Kimball, swathed in plastic, a fantastic figure not of earth, watched\n them wheel across the clear, deep night.", "Steinhart reached for a cigaret and then stopped, remembering that\n Kimball had had to give them up because of the flight. Kimball caught\n the movement and half-smiled.", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "measured by the ticking of the telemeters and the timers, but Kimball\n slept insulated and complete.", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "“You’re a lonely man, Colonel Kimball——”\n\n\n “Too much imagination could be bad for this job.”", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "And Steinhart: “\nWhat is reality, Kimmy?\n”\nThe hours stretched into days, the days into months. Time wasn’t. Time\n was a deep night and a starshot void. And dreams." ], [ "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "“I didn’t try to kill the assignment for you, Kim,” the\n psych said.\n\n\n “It doesn’t matter now.”\n\n\n “No, I suppose not.”", "“Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you\n AN-swer!”", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "normal\nhuman being. We all\n have tendencies toward one or more types of psychoses. In your case the\n symptoms are an overly active imagination and in some cases an inability", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "Roost and Patches and Seventh Heaven, but to Kimmy it was the hated cry\n of the Father of Therns calling the dreadful Plant Men to their feast of\n victims borne into", "“Our tests showed you to be a schizoid—well-compensated, of\n course. You know there’s no such thing as a\nnormal", "And Steinhart: “\nWhat is reality, Kimmy?\n”\nThe hours stretched into days, the days into months. Time wasn’t. Time\n was a deep night and a starshot void. And dreams.", "to distinguish reality from—well, fancy.”\nKimball turned to regard the psych\n coolly\n .\n “What’s reality, Steinhart? Do", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "“You’re a lonely man, Colonel Kimball——”\n\n\n “Too much imagination could be bad for this job.”", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "“He’s up there in that clump of willows—hiding!”\n\n\n “Kimmy! You come down here this instant!”", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "“Sing me to sleep, lullaby of the leaves”—the phonograph\n sang. Kimmy stepped cautiously ashore and moved into the cover of a", "burning blue with stars shining at midday at the zenith. It looked\n unreal, a painting of unworldly quiet and desolation.\nWhat is reality, Kimmy?" ], [ "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "training. Ponderously, the ship settled into the iron sand; slowly, the\n internal fires died.\nKimball stood in the control room, his heart pounding. Slowly, the ports", "He lay curled in the plastic womb when the ship turned. He awoke\n sluggishly and dragged himself into awareness.", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "“Sing me to sleep, lullaby of the leaves”—the phonograph\n sang. Kimmy stepped cautiously ashore and moved into the cover of a", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.", "And then he imagined he saw something moving on the great plain. He\n scrambled down through the ship, past the empty fuel tanks and the", "Kimmy’s eyes narrowed and he waded stealthily across the sacred river.\n That would be Matai Shang, the Father of Holy Therns—spreading his arms", "He awoke seldom. His tasks were simple. The plastic sac and the tender\n care of the ship were more real than the routine jobs of telemetering\n information back to the Base across the empty miles, across the rim of\n the world.", "Kimmy shifted the heavy Martian pistol into his left hand and checked\n his harness. A soft smile touched his lips. He was well armed; there was", "“Kimm-eeeee—”\n\n\n They were calling him. In the deepening dusk their voices carried far\n down the river. “Kimmmmm—eeeeeeeeee—”", "The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.\n He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the Lost", "Kimball, swathed in plastic, a fantastic figure not of earth, watched\n them wheel across the clear, deep night.", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "He walked slowly out of the willows, stumbling a little over the rocks.\nHe lay like an embryo in the viscera of the ship, protected and quite", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”" ], [ "the phonograph was very, very faint. Above him, the great vault of the\n sky was changing from pink to gray to dusty blue. A bright star was", "From downstream came the faint sounds of music. It might have been a\n phonograph playing in one of the summer cabins with names like Polly Ann", "“Sing me to sleep, lullaby of the leaves”—the phonograph\n sang. Kimmy stepped cautiously ashore and moved into the cover of a", "nothing he had to fear from the Plant Men. His bare feet turned\n up-stream, away from the sound of the phonograph, toward the shallows in\n the river that would permit him to cross and continue his search along", "the Warlord, and all the beautiful brave people.\nThe phonograph sang with Vallee’s voice: “Cradle me where\n southern skies can watch me with a million eyes——”", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice.\n He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the Lost", "He knew he should answer them, but he did not. Behind him he could hear\n the awful Plant Men approaching. He shivered with delicious horror.", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "And then he imagined he saw something moving on the great plain. He\n scrambled down through the ship, past the empty fuel tanks and the", "And his sisters: “\nPlaying with his wooden swords and his radium\n pistol and never wanting to take his nose out of those awful\n books——\n”", "“Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you\n AN-swer!”", "Oddly enough, he wasn’t tired. He wasn’t excited, either. And that was\n much stranger. He stood up and opened the window to look out into the", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "He began stumbling across the empty, lifeless plain. He knew the voice,\n he knew the man, and he knew the hills that he must reach, quickly now,\n or die.", "Something died in him. It wasn’t a faucet, it WAS a radium pistol. He\n looked at his sisters with dismay. They weren’t really his sisters. They", "faces of the men sitting on the rows of folding chairs, saw their eyes\n like wounds, red from the early morning hour and the murmuring reception\n of the night before in the Officers’ Club. They are wondering how", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress." ], [ "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "in white and orange, against the first flickerings of the false dawn.\nKimmy saw the girls before they saw him. In their new, low waisted", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "[118]\n Kimball listened, only half aware of what was being said. He watched the", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "Kimmy shifted the heavy Martian pistol into his left hand and checked\n his harness. A soft smile touched his lips. He was well armed; there was", "“Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you\n AN-swer!”", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon.", "“You had to.”\n\n\n “You wouldn’t think my secret life was so dangerous, would\n you,” the Colonel said smiling.\n\n\n “You were married, Kim. What happened?”", "“Sing me to sleep, lullaby of the leaves”—the phonograph\n sang. Kimmy stepped cautiously ashore and moved into the cover of a", "Kimball, swathed in plastic, a fantastic figure not of earth, watched\n them wheel across the clear, deep night.", "“He’s up there in that clump of willows—hiding!”\n\n\n “Kimmy! You come down here this instant!”", "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "“I didn’t try to kill the assignment for you, Kim,” the\n psych said.\n\n\n “It doesn’t matter now.”\n\n\n “No, I suppose not.”", "On the dais nearby, listening to the PRO, but watching Kimball, sat\n Steinhart, the team analyst. Kimball returned his steady gaze thinking:", "As they filed out of the briefing shack, Steinhart climbed into the\n command car with Kimball. Chance or design? Kimball wondered. The\n others, he noticed, were leaving both of them alone." ], [ "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "in white and orange, against the first flickerings of the false dawn.\nKimmy saw the girls before they saw him. In their new, low waisted", "“He’s up there in that clump of willows—hiding!”\n\n\n “Kimmy! You come down here this instant!”", "Kimball looked around the room at the pale faces, the open mouths. What\n have I to do with you now, he thought?", "Kimmy’s eyes narrowed and he waded stealthily across the sacred river.\n That would be Matai Shang, the Father of Holy Therns—spreading his arms", "“Kimm-eeeee—”\n\n\n They were calling him. In the deepening dusk their voices carried far\n down the river. “Kimmmmm—eeeeeeeeee—”", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "And Steinhart: “\nWhat is reality, Kimmy?\n”\nThe hours stretched into days, the days into months. Time wasn’t. Time\n was a deep night and a starshot void. And dreams.", "“Sing me to sleep, lullaby of the leaves”—the phonograph\n sang. Kimmy stepped cautiously ashore and moved into the cover of a", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "“I didn’t try to kill the assignment for you, Kim,” the\n psych said.\n\n\n “It doesn’t matter now.”\n\n\n “No, I suppose not.”", "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "Roost and Patches and Seventh Heaven, but to Kimmy it was the hated cry\n of the Father of Therns calling the dreadful Plant Men to their feast of\n victims borne into", "“You had to.”\n\n\n “You wouldn’t think my secret life was so dangerous, would\n you,” the Colonel said smiling.\n\n\n “You were married, Kim. What happened?”", "“Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you\n AN-swer!”", "Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull\n rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon." ], [ "“Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you\n should know about. Something you really should be prepared for.”", "“I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean\n that.”\n\n\n “Thanks.” Vaguely, as though from across a deep and widening\n gulf.", "Steinhart was right, he thought vaguely. A tear streaked his cheek. He\n had never been so alone.", "On the dais nearby, listening to the PRO, but watching Kimball, sat\n Steinhart, the team analyst. Kimball returned his steady gaze thinking:", "“Your record is good all the way. You know that,” Steinhart\n [119]\n said. “It’s just some of the things——”\n\n\n Kimball said: “I talked too much.”", "Steinhart reached for a cigaret and then stopped, remembering that\n Kimball had had to give them up because of the flight. Kimball caught\n the movement and half-smiled.", "“You lived pretty much in your mind when you were a child,”\n Steinhart went on doggedly. “You were a solitary, a lonely\n child.”\n\n\n [120]\n Kimball was watching the sky again.", "As they filed out of the briefing shack, Steinhart climbed into the\n command car with Kimball. Chance or design? Kimball wondered. The\n others, he noticed, were leaving both of them alone.", "And Steinhart: “\nWhat is reality, Kimmy?\n”\nThe hours stretched into days, the days into months. Time wasn’t. Time\n was a deep night and a starshot void. And dreams.", "aim. What could Steinhart know of longing? No, he thought, I’m not being\n fair. Steinhart was only doing his job.", "to distinguish reality from—well, fancy.”\nKimball turned to regard the psych\n coolly\n .\n “What’s reality, Steinhart? Do", "Steinhart felt futile and out of his depth. “We know so little\n about the psychology of space-flight, Kim——”", "Kimball tried to see him in the black gloom. He hadn’t been asleep. It\n would have been hard to waste this last night that way. Instead he had\n been remembering. “All right, Sergeant,” he said.\n “Coming up.”", "For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening\n stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from", "vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse.\nKimmm-eee!\n[123]", "“I’d like to know. This is for me.”\nKimball shrugged. “It didn’t work. She was a fine girl—but she", "Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one\n fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress.", "“Yes?” Disinterest in his voice now, Steinhart noted\n clinically. Natural under the circumstances? Or neurosis building up\n already?", "And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented\n cottage and saying exasperatedly: “\nWhy do you run off by\n yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so——\n”", "“You had to.”\n\n\n “You wouldn’t think my secret life was so dangerous, would\n you,” the Colonel said smiling.\n\n\n “You were married, Kim. What happened?”" ] ]

[ "Why was the class of girls at the zoo?", "Where did the two extra girls in Miss Burton's group come from?", "What is the real reason for Curt George's shakiness?", "Why does Carol refuse to be with Curt George?", "What is implied by the whispered conversation between Manto and Palit?", "How do the shapeshifters almost get caught by Miss Burton?", "What was likely Miss Burton's real motivation for \"entertaining\" Curt George? ", "Why was Mr. George upset by the repayment from the children?", "Why did Curt George consider himself to be an excellent actor?", "Why did the lions Mr. George shot dissolve \"as if corroded by some invisible acid?\"" ]

[ [ "To study the lions", "To put on a class play", "To see the polar bears, grizzlies, and penguins", "To meet Curt George" ], [ "They were aliens who could shapeshift", "They were lost from another class", "They were from the boys class wearing disguises", "They were at the zoo with their families" ], [ "PTSD from his time in Africa", "Alcohol withdrawals", "Old Age", "Jungle Fever" ], [ "He doesn't have any money", "She will not risk their professional relationship", "She wants him to be sober", "He has too many other girlfriends " ], [ "They are aliens who are hiding from their own people", "They are planning on abducting one of the students", "They are aliens who are looking to colonize the planet", "They are planning on harming Curt George" ], [ "By mimicking her face", "Speaking in an alien language", "Almost admitting to being 200 years old", "All three other options are correct" ], [ "To make Mr. George unhappy with the high screams", "To thank him for coming", "To show him her own acting skills", "To oust the shapeshifters hiding as girls" ], [ "It took the spotlight off of him", "He had another show to do and was running late", "The performance was very bad", "It was preventing him from getting his drink" ], [ "His previous films were critically acclaimed", "The story about his shakes being from Jungle Fever", "He was able to hold a smile for the crowd of children", "He pretended to be afraid of the fake lions" ], [ "They were alien shapeshifters, not actual lions", "They were props during the shooting of one of Mr. George's movies", "It was a part of the stage show that Mr. George was putting on ", "Mr. George used a gun with special bullets in it" ] ]

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

[ "Why won't people believe that Parks' is an extraterrestrial?", "Why did the people at the mayor's office and Police station laugh at Parks?", "Why was a Dr. able to examine Parks without being suspicious?", "Why is Parks stuck on Earth?", "Where does Morgan think Parks came from?", "Why can Morgan not help spread Parks' story?", "What did Morgan assume when he thought that principles of business would be the same in both worlds?", "How did Parks end up on Morgan's planet?", "Why did Parks want to speak with Morgan?", "Why did Morgan think that Parks' world was an alternate reality version of his own?" ]

[ [ "He has too good of a disguise", "He refuses to provide any proof besides his work", "He has a head injury ", "He looks and sounds like a human" ], [ "He claimed he was an extra-terrestrial", "He waited for hours to speak to someome", "He had inhuman like features", "He wouldn't tell them where he lived" ], [ "The Dr. was not trained very well", "Parks used a special technique to confuse and manipulate the Dr.", "The anatomy of the beings on Parks' planet was almost identical to humans", "Parks had too strong of a disguise" ], [ "He is outlawed on his own planet", "He must to finish his mission before his is allowed to leave", "The warp beacon blew up", "His rocket ship blew up" ], [ "This planet, he is just insane", "The future", "Another planet in space", "Another dimension" ], [ "Morgan is considered insane and no one would trust him", "Morgan is retired from writing and refuses to start again", "Morgan authored a story with the exact same premise", "Morgan is not qualified enough to speak on the subject" ], [ "That he would be able to start a business without any issues", "That he would be able to get a newspaper for free", "That his money would be good in this world", "That he could negotiate the price of items at the store" ], [ "He was sent on a scouting mission", "He was sent on a rescue mission", "His rocket crashed there", "He was kidnapped" ], [ "Morgan had enough knowledge to help Parks build a beacon", "Parks found Morgan by pure chance", "Morgan had enough money to help Parks build a ship", "Morgan could write Parks' story and spread it for him" ], [ "Parks told him that this was the case", "Parks looked too different from regular humans to be from his own world", "There were too many similarities between the worlds and societies on them", "The government let Morgan know that this was true" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "the other side of the universe from mine, with the first intelligent\n life we've yet encountered anywhere. But when I try to\n tell your people that I'm a native of another star system,\nthey", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "\"None.\"\n\n\n \"You mean\nnobody\nwould believe you?\"\n\n\n \"\nNot one soul.\nUntil I talked to you.\"", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry\n about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human", "\"\nStrange!\n\" Parks' eyes widened. \"I—I was speechless. At", "\"That's right. I'm not a human being at all.\"\n\"How did you happen to pick this planet, or this sun?\"\n Morgan asked curiously. \"There must have been a million\n others to choose from.\"", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "Morgan nodded sadly. \"I believe you. Yes. I think your\n warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own\n planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth.\"", "But they won't do it if they don't believe me. Your government\n won't listen to me, they won't appropriate any money.\"", "\"They didn't believe you,\" said Morgan.\n\n\n \"Not for a minute. They laughed in my face.\"", "coming. Then I could hardly believe my eyes. I thought I was\n crazy. But a car stopped and asked me if I was going into the\n city, and I knew I wasn't crazy.\"", "\"The same! Your planet and mine are practically twins.\n Similar cities, similar technology, everything. The people are", "Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were\n perfectly smooth and perfectly round, tapered by wear to a", "they\n won't believe me\n!\"" ], [ "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "another assistant came along and told me flatly that the mayor\n wouldn't see me unless I stated my business first.\" He drew in\n a deep breath. \"So I stated it. And then I was gently but firmly", "\"First, I went to the mayor's office,\" he said. \"I kept trying to\n think what anyone at home would do in my place. That seemed", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "\"Next I tried the police. I got the same treatment there,\n only they weren't so gentle. They wouldn't listen either. They", "\"They didn't believe you,\" said Morgan.\n\n\n \"Not for a minute. They laughed in my face.\"", "\"No. I wanted to see the mayor himself. I thought that was\n the best thing to do. I waited for a couple of hours, until", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "\"No. I saw a secretary. She said the mayor was in conference,\n and that I would have to have an appointment. She let\n me speak to another man, one of the mayor's assistants.\"", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry\n about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human", "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "\"\nStrange!\n\" Parks' eyes widened. \"I—I was speechless. At", "coming. Then I could hardly believe my eyes. I thought I was\n crazy. But a car stopped and asked me if I was going into the\n city, and I knew I wasn't crazy.\"", "The man nodded. \"Jefferson Haldeman Parks, if that helps\n any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name.\"\n\n\n \"All right. And you got into town on Friday—right?\"", "muttered something about cranks and their crazy notions, and\n when they asked me where I lived, they thought I was—what\n did they call it?—a wise guy! Told me to get out and not come", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "Parks shrugged. \"Too little, I suspect. Two dollars for the\n small one, five for the larger.\"\n\n\n \"You should have gone to a bank.\"", "Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were\n perfectly smooth and perfectly round, tapered by wear to a" ], [ "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry\n about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "The man nodded. \"Jefferson Haldeman Parks, if that helps\n any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name.\"\n\n\n \"All right. And you got into town on Friday—right?\"", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "\"\nStrange!\n\" Parks' eyes widened. \"I—I was speechless. At", "anything about who I was or where I came from; just said\n I wanted a complete physical examination, and let him go\n to it. He was thorough, and when he finished he patted me", "Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were\n perfectly smooth and perfectly round, tapered by wear to a", "Jefferson Parks finished his last bite of pie and pushed the\n plate away. \"By then I didn't know quite what to do. I'd been", "Parks shrugged. \"Too little, I suspect. Two dollars for the\n small one, five for the larger.\"\n\n\n \"You should have gone to a bank.\"", "Parks unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his stubbled chin\n unhappily. \"I didn't make the choice. Neither did anyone else.", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "looking at me. So I searched for more subtle things. Skin texture,\n fingerprints, bone structure, body proportion. I still\n couldn't find anything. Then I went to a doctor.\"", "Rather ordinary, in fact. A plain face, nose a little too long,\n fingers a little too dainty, a suit that doesn't quite seem to fit,\n but all in all, a perfectly ordinary looking man.", "another assistant came along and told me flatly that the mayor\n wouldn't see me unless I stated my business first.\" He drew in\n a deep breath. \"So I stated it. And then I was gently but firmly", "\"Oh, yes. I don't see how I could have, but I did. We talked\n all the way into New York—nothing very important, but we\n understood each other. His speech had an odd sound, but—\"" ], [ "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "looked like the answer. But something went wrong, the scanner\n picked up this planet, and I was coming through, and then\n something blew. Next thing I knew I was falling. When I tried", "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "\"\nStrange!\n\" Parks' eyes widened. \"I—I was speechless. At", "Parks unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his stubbled chin\n unhappily. \"I didn't make the choice. Neither did anyone else.", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "Morgan nodded sadly. \"I believe you. Yes. I think your\n warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own\n planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth.\"", "\"That's right. I'm not a human being at all.\"\n\"How did you happen to pick this planet, or this sun?\"\n Morgan asked curiously. \"There must have been a million\n others to choose from.\"", "Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were\n perfectly smooth and perfectly round, tapered by wear to a", "on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry\n about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "the same, with precisely the same anatomy and physiology, the\n same sort of laws, the same institutions, even compatible languages.\n Can't you see the importance of it? This planet is on", "it spots a likely looking place, we keep a tight beam on it\n and send through a manned scout.\" He grinned sourly. \"Like\n me. If it looks good to the scout, he signals back, and they", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "Travel by warp is a little different from travel by the rocket\n you fiction writers make so much of. With a rocket vehicle you\n pick your destination, make your calculations, and off you go.", "Jefferson Parks finished his last bite of pie and pushed the\n plate away. \"By then I didn't know quite what to do. I'd been", "The warp is blind flying, strictly blind. We send an unmanned\n scanner ahead. It probes around more or less hit-or-miss until\n it locates something, somewhere, that looks habitable. When" ], [ "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "Morgan nodded. \"I know, I noticed. What did you do when\n you got to New York?\"", "Morgan nodded sourly. \"Because you're not a human\n being,\" he said.", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "Finally the man looked up. His eyes were dark, with a\n hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. \"Where", "The man nodded. \"Jefferson Haldeman Parks, if that helps\n any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name.\"\n\n\n \"All right. And you got into town on Friday—right?\"", "Morgan nodded. \"I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what\n did you do next?\"", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "The man shifted uneasily in his seat. He was silent, staring\n down at his plate. Not a strange-looking man, Morgan thought.", "on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry\n about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human", "\"They didn't believe you,\" said Morgan.\n\n\n \"Not for a minute. They laughed in my face.\"", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "Morgan nodded sadly. \"I believe you. Yes. I think your\n warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own\n planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth.\"", "\"\nStrange!\n\" Parks' eyes widened. \"I—I was speechless. At" ], [ "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "\"They didn't believe you,\" said Morgan.\n\n\n \"Not for a minute. They laughed in my face.\"", "Morgan nodded sourly. \"Because you're not a human\n being,\" he said.", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "Morgan pointed to the magazine lying on the table. \"I write,\n yes,\" he said sadly. \"Ever read stories like this before?\"", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "Morgan shrugged. \"So it's true. I won't argue with you. But\n as I asked before, even if I\ndid", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "\"Except yourself,\" Morgan said.", "\"You should look more closely. I have a story in this issue.\n The readers thought it was very interesting,\" Morgan grinned.\n \"Go ahead, look at it.\"", "Morgan nodded. \"I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what\n did you do next?\"", "Parks unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his stubbled chin\n unhappily. \"I didn't make the choice. Neither did anyone else.", "The man shifted uneasily in his seat. He was silent, staring\n down at his plate. Not a strange-looking man, Morgan thought." ], [ "\"I know that now. I didn't then. Naturally, I assumed that\n with everything else so similar, principles of business would\n also be similar.\"\n\n\n Morgan sighed and leaned back in his chair. \"Well, then\n what?\"", "Morgan nodded sadly. \"I believe you. Yes. I think your\n warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own\n planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth.\"", "\"And you found things here the same as back home,\" said\n Morgan.", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "I found out you wrote stories.\" He looked up eagerly. \"I've\n got to get back, Morgan, somehow. My life is there, my family.\n And think what it would mean to both of our worlds—contact", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "Morgan nodded sourly. \"Because you're not a human\n being,\" he said.", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "Morgan nodded. \"I know, I noticed. What did you do when\n you got to New York?\"", "\"They didn't believe you,\" said Morgan.\n\n\n \"Not for a minute. They laughed in my face.\"", "He shook his head wearily. \"We're new at it, Morgan. We've\n only tried a few dozen runs. We're not too far ahead of you in", "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "Morgan shrugged. \"So it's true. I won't argue with you. But\n as I asked before, even if I\ndid", "Morgan nodded. \"I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what\n did you do next?\"", "without note.\nCircus\n\"Just\n suppose,\" said Morgan, \"that I\ndid\nbelieve you. Just", "\"That's right. I'm not a human being at all.\"\n\"How did you happen to pick this planet, or this sun?\"\n Morgan asked curiously. \"There must have been a million\n others to choose from.\"", "\"You should look more closely. I have a story in this issue.\n The readers thought it was very interesting,\" Morgan grinned.\n \"Go ahead, look at it.\"", "Maybe\ntoo\nordinary, Morgan thought.", "do we go? I don't know. I've tried to think it out, and I get\n nowhere. But you've\ngot\nto believe me, Morgan. I'm lost," ], [ "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "Morgan nodded sadly. \"I believe you. Yes. I think your\n warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own\n planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth.\"", "\"That's right. I'm not a human being at all.\"\n\"How did you happen to pick this planet, or this sun?\"\n Morgan asked curiously. \"There must have been a million\n others to choose from.\"", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "looked like the answer. But something went wrong, the scanner\n picked up this planet, and I was coming through, and then\n something blew. Next thing I knew I was falling. When I tried", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "The stranger from the stars leafed through the magazine,\n stopped at a page that carried Roger Morgan's name. His eyes", "I found out you wrote stories.\" He looked up eagerly. \"I've\n got to get back, Morgan, somehow. My life is there, my family.\n And think what it would mean to both of our worlds—contact", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "Morgan nodded sourly. \"Because you're not a human\n being,\" he said.", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "Morgan nodded. \"I know, I noticed. What did you do when\n you got to New York?\"", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "Finally the man looked up. His eyes were dark, with a\n hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. \"Where", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "Morgan nodded. \"I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what\n did you do next?\"", "it spots a likely looking place, we keep a tight beam on it\n and send through a manned scout.\" He grinned sourly. \"Like\n me. If it looks good to the scout, he signals back, and they" ], [ "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "Morgan nodded. \"I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what\n did you do next?\"", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "\"\nStrange!\n\" Parks' eyes widened. \"I—I was speechless. At", "Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white.\n \"Why?\" he cried hoarsely. \"If you believe me, why can't you\n help me?\"", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "Morgan nodded. \"I know, I noticed. What did you do when\n you got to New York?\"", "Finally the man looked up. His eyes were dark, with a\n hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. \"Where", "Morgan nodded sourly. \"Because you're not a human\n being,\" he said.", "\"They didn't believe you,\" said Morgan.\n\n\n \"Not for a minute. They laughed in my face.\"", "Morgan's mouth took a grim line. \"You understood the\n language?\"", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "Morgan shrugged. \"So it's true. I won't argue with you. But\n as I asked before, even if I\ndid", "\"I know that now. I didn't then. Naturally, I assumed that\n with everything else so similar, principles of business would\n also be similar.\"\n\n\n Morgan sighed and leaned back in his chair. \"Well, then\n what?\"" ], [ "\"All right, let's start from the beginning again,\" Morgan\n said. \"Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You\n say your name is Parks—right?\"", "Morgan nodded sadly. \"I believe you. Yes. I think your\n warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own\n planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth.\"", "Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale,\n Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup", "Parks shrugged tiredly. \"Not really. He examined me. He\n practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying", "There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. \"I was tired, tired\n of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as", "Morgan didn't move. He just stared. \"How many people\n have you talked to?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"A dozen, a hundred, maybe a thousand.\"\n\n\n \"And how many believed you?\"", "The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary\n fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand\n through his dark hair. \"There must be some other way,\" he", "\"Why should they?\" asked Morgan. \"You look like a human\n being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one.\n What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible.\"", "Morgan nodded sourly. \"Because you're not a human\n being,\" he said.", "Parks nodded.\n\n\n \"Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened\n first?\"", "being as I've ever seen.' And that was that.\" Parks laughed\n bitterly. \"I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict,", "I found out you wrote stories.\" He looked up eagerly. \"I've\n got to get back, Morgan, somehow. My life is there, my family.\n And think what it would mean to both of our worlds—contact", "And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears\n rolling down his cheeks. \"And I'm the one man who couldn't\n help you if my life depended on it,\" he gasped.\n\n\n \"You believe me?\"", "\"They didn't believe you,\" said Morgan.\n\n\n \"Not for a minute. They laughed in my face.\"", "\"You should look more closely. I have a story in this issue.\n The readers thought it was very interesting,\" Morgan grinned.\n \"Go ahead, look at it.\"", "Morgan nodded. \"I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what\n did you do next?\"", "Morgan nodded. \"I know, I noticed. What did you do when\n you got to New York?\"", "The man shifted uneasily in his seat. He was silent, staring\n down at his plate. Not a strange-looking man, Morgan thought.", "Morgan pointed to the magazine lying on the table. \"I write,\n yes,\" he said sadly. \"Ever read stories like this before?\"", "\"And you found things here the same as back home,\" said\n Morgan." ] ]

[ "According to the narrator, who started the inter-galactic war?", "What is Serenus?", "What does the stoker do on the ship to ease the tension?", "What is the relationship between the stoker and the narrator?", "Why is it significant that the stoker has a Marine uniform?", "Which word does NOT describe the stoker's character?", "What is a theme of the story?", "In the beginning of the story, what is the relationship between the humans and the alien races?", "In the end, what is the relationship between the humans and the alien races?" ]

[ [ "The Jeks", "The Lud", "The Nosurwey", "People from Earth" ], [ "A galaxy", "A planet", "A spaceship", "An alien race" ], [ "He keeps to himself. ", "He recites poetry. ", "He sings. ", "He jokes with the crew. " ], [ "They worked together for 6 weeks. ", "They fought in the war together. ", "They met in a bar on Earth. ", "The narrator was the stoker's boss. " ], [ "The surviving Marines spent most of their time in bars. Mac is worried that the stoker is not mentally stable. ", "The Marines were hit the hardest during the war and most of them died. Mac is worried that the stoker may want revenge. ", "The narrator realizes he fought with the stoker in the same unit. ", "Mac realizes he fought with the stoker in the same unit. " ], [ "Hard working", "Resilient", "Aggressive", "Quiet" ], [ "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. ", "War changes people. ", "The effects of war last through generations. ", "Simple actions can mend deep conflict. " ], [ "The aliens are distrustful of the humans, but leave them alone in a truce. ", "The humans are allies with the Jeks against the Lud and the Nosurwey. ", "They are at war. ", "The aliens rule the humans. " ], [ "The relationship is hostile.", "The relationship is cordial. ", "There is no more communication between the species. ", "The species live in communities together. " ] ]

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[ [ "into the doomed spaces between the\n stars and took the war to the other\n side as well as any human force could\n ever hope to. They were always the", "of the human race to the wiser, gentler\n races in the stars. That way, we\n lived. That way, we were permitted\n to carry on our little concerns, and", "\"I was at this planet in '39. I was\n closer to your home world the year\n before that,\" the stoker said. \"I was", "We were beaten. We moved out\n beyond Centaurus, and Sirius, and\n then we met the Jeks, the Nosurwey,", "the gentler wiser races in the stars,\n and a sure bet to steal their galaxy\n and corrupt it forever. Where\n these people got their information, I\n don't know.", "ahead ... and we were smashed back\n like mayflies in the wind. We died in\n droves, and we retreated from the\n guttering fires of a dozen planets, we", "living being ever to travel all the way\n around the galaxy.\nTHE END\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from", "The trouble was the look of him.\n It was the look you saw in the bars\n back on Earth, where the veterans of", "Those of us who were going off\n shift found him toying with the\n theremin in the mess compartment.\n He didn't know how to play it, and\n it sounded like a dog howling.", "wiped out like the upstarts the rest\n of the Universe thought us to be.\n When they let us keep our own solar\n system and carry on a trickle of trade", "started \"I Left Her Behind For You,\"\n and that got us off into sentimental\n things, the way these sessions would\n sometimes wind up when spacemen", "much more important than the fate\n of the human race. It may not seem\n that way to you. But as long as no\n one began anything, we could all get", "what path he wandered from people\n to people. Nobody could. He just\n kept signing on with whatever ship\n was going deeper into the galaxy,\n going farther and farther. He messed", "were far from home. But not since\n the war, we all seemed to realize together.\n We stopped, and looked at\n each other, and we all began drifting", "met any people from off Earth, even,\n you could hear people saying we\n were toughest, cruelest life-form in\n the Universe, unfit to mingle with", "\"I was here when you were.\"\n\n\n \"I want to speak to your ship's\n captain.\"\n\n\n \"All right. I'll drive you over.\"", "man.\nIt was after the war, and we were\n beaten. There used to be a school of\n thought among us that deplored our\n combativeness; before we had ever", "Mac and I had almost reached him\n when a Jek with insignia on his\n coveralls suddenly jumped down\n from his lift and came forward to", "dug in, we fought through the last\n ditch, and we were dying on Earth\n itself before Baker mutinied, shot\n Cope, and surrendered the remainder", "down—do you suppose they'll stop\n with him? They'll kill us, and then\n they'll go in and stamp Earth flat!\n You know it as well as I do.\"" ], [ "Serenus\nloaded and buttoned up that\n Mac and I even spoke to each other\n again. Then we talked about the trip.\n We didn't talk about the stranger.", "Serenus\n. MacReidie was First Officer.\n I was Second. The stranger came\n walking up to us.", "put your finger on, but the Jeks began\n taking more goods, and giving us\n things we needed when we told them\n we wanted them. After a while,\nSerenus", "a good chance of cooking where they\n sat when the drive arced.\nSerenus\nwas\n an ugly old tub. At that, we were the", "knew what Mac meant.\nSerenus\nhad what they called an\n electronic drive. She had to run with\n an evacuated engine room. The leaking", "Daniels, the Third, had signed him\n on and had moved him into the empty\n bunk above mine. We slept all in\n a bunch on the\nSerenus", "schools, or even to different schools\n in different towns, knows him now.\n Ask them. But I knew him. I lived\n three feet away from him for a month", "bunks, that first night, I introduced\n myself and he introduced himself.\n Then he heaved himself into his\n bunk, rolled over on his side, fixed", "reciting something, softly, under his\n breath, and I stepped a little closer.\n This is what it was:", "his straps, and fell asleep. He was\n always friendly toward me, but he\n must have been very tired that first\n night. I often wondered what kind", "been the same as ours. He'd commanded\n a fighting ship, somewhere,\n and come to grips with things we\n simply didn't know about. The mark", "The Jek was coal black, his scales\n glittering in the cold sunlight, his\n hatchet-face inscrutable. He stopped", "holder in the Merchant Service, and\n a good man, in his day. He kept\n mostly to his cabin. And there was\n nothing MacReidie could do on his", "that makes him famous, and, I think,\n annoys him—I'm fairly sure is only\n incidental to what he really did. If he\n did anything. If he meant to. I wish", "long as I knew him afterwards. We\n took off in the morning. The stoker\n had already left on the Jek ship, and\n it turned out he'd trained an apprentice", "them where the cosmic rays had shot\n through them. But his eyes were\n steady and his body was hard. What\n did he look like? He looked like a\n man.", "\"Daniels,\" he said, \"get a relief\n down here for me.\nJump to it!\n\" He\n said the last part in a Master's voice.", "down. When the sling touched the\n ground, he jumped off quietly and\n walked toward the nearest Jek. They\n all followed him with their eyes.", "\"Sing, will you!\" somebody yelled.\n He grinned and went back to the\n \"Good Ship\nVenus", "of the human race to the wiser, gentler\n races in the stars. That way, we\n lived. That way, we were permitted\n to carry on our little concerns, and" ], [ "stoker, was that it would have meant\n trouble in the ship. Trouble, confined\n to our little percentage of the ship's\n volume, could seem like something", "The stoker was coming down on\n one of the cargo slings. He stood\n upright, his booted feet planted wide,", "when the stoker was a few paces\n away. The stoker stopped, too. All\n the Jeks were watching him and paying\n no attention to anything else. The", "The stoker shook his head. \"No\n deal. I signed on as a crewman. I'll\n do a crewman's work for a crewman's", "\"Captain leave any special instructions\n in the Order Book?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Just the usual. Keep a tight watch\n and proceed cautiously.\"\n\n\n \"That new stoker,\" Mac said.", "The stoker nodded, and they walked\n over to his vehicle together. They\n drove away, toward the Jek ship.", "long as I knew him afterwards. We\n took off in the morning. The stoker\n had already left on the Jek ship, and\n it turned out he'd trained an apprentice", "He opened it to see whose it was.\n When he found out, he closed it up\n and strapped it back in its place at\n the foot of the stoker's bunk.", "\"Huh?\"\n\n\n The stoker shrugged. \"Ships are\n ships, and physics is physics, no matter\n where you go. I'll make out.\"", "Not from the stoker, not from Mac.\n None of us wanted trouble—not\n even Mac, but he'd cause it to get\n rid of it, if you follow what I mean", "the bunkroom, and he stopped in the\n middle of taking off his shirt. He\n stood there, looking out the porthole,\n and forgot I was there. I heard him", "You wouldn't know. There's no\n such thing as a stoker any more, with\n automatic ships. But the stranger", "Those of us who were going off\n shift found him toying with the\n theremin in the mess compartment.\n He didn't know how to play it, and\n it sounded like a dog howling.", "own authority—nothing simple, that\n is. And the stoker had saved the\n ship, and ...", "I don't know what MacReidie may\n have told the skipper about the stoker,\n or if he tried to tell him anything.\n The captain was the senior ticket", "\"I signed on their ship,\" the stoker\n said. \"Stoking. They've got a micro-nuclear\n drive. It's been a while since", "bunks, that first night, I introduced\n myself and he introduced himself.\n Then he heaved himself into his\n bunk, rolled over on his side, fixed", "Mac looked him over. He saw the\n same things I'd seen. He shook his\n head. \"Not for you. The only thing\n we're short on is stokers.\"", "He'd caught Mac's look and turned\n his head to me. \"I'll stoke,\" he repeated.", "He shook himself like a dog out\n of cold water, and got into his bunk.\n I got into mine, and after a while\n I fell asleep." ], [ "when the stoker was a few paces\n away. The stoker stopped, too. All\n the Jeks were watching him and paying\n no attention to anything else. The", "meet him. It was an odd thing to\n see—the stoker, and the Jek, who\n did not stand as tall. MacReidie and\n I stepped back.", "stoker, was that it would have meant\n trouble in the ship. Trouble, confined\n to our little percentage of the ship's\n volume, could seem like something", "THE STOKER", "I think what kept anything from\n happening between MacReidie and\n the stoker, or anyone else and the", "The stoker nodded, and they walked\n over to his vehicle together. They\n drove away, toward the Jek ship.", "long as I knew him afterwards. We\n took off in the morning. The stoker\n had already left on the Jek ship, and\n it turned out he'd trained an apprentice", "I don't know what MacReidie may\n have told the skipper about the stoker,\n or if he tried to tell him anything.\n The captain was the senior ticket", "\"You're bound over the border,\n aren't you?\"\n\n\n MacReidie nodded. \"That's right.\n But—\"\n\n\n \"I'll stoke.\"", "The stoker was coming down on\n one of the cargo slings. He stood\n upright, his booted feet planted wide,", "I couldn't say I was surprised. It\n had to be something like that, about\n the stoker. The mark was on him, as\n I've said.", "The stoker shook his head. \"No\n deal. I signed on as a crewman. I'll\n do a crewman's work for a crewman's", "He opened it to see whose it was.\n When he found out, he closed it up\n and strapped it back in its place at\n the foot of the stoker's bunk.", "\"Captain leave any special instructions\n in the Order Book?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Just the usual. Keep a tight watch\n and proceed cautiously.\"\n\n\n \"That new stoker,\" Mac said.", "bunks, that first night, I introduced\n myself and he introduced himself.\n Then he heaved himself into his\n bunk, rolled over on his side, fixed", "Not from the stoker, not from Mac.\n None of us wanted trouble—not\n even Mac, but he'd cause it to get\n rid of it, if you follow what I mean", "So, I don't know. The older I get,\n the less I know. The thing people remember\n the stoker for—the thing", "You wouldn't know. There's no\n such thing as a stoker any more, with\n automatic ships. But the stranger", "He'd caught Mac's look and turned\n his head to me. \"I'll stoke,\" he repeated.", "We heard about our stoker, occasionally.\n He shipped with the Lud,\n and the Nosurwey, and some people" ], [ "\"Yeah?\"\n\n\n \"I knew there was something\n wrong with him. He's got an old\n Marine uniform in his duffel.\"", "one arm curled up over his head and\n around the hoist cable. He was in his\n dusty brown Marine uniform, the\n scarlet collar tabs bright as blood at", "The stoker shook his head. \"No\n deal. I signed on as a crewman. I'll\n do a crewman's work for a crewman's", "Mac looked him over. He saw the\n same things I'd seen. He shook his\n head. \"Not for you. The only thing\n we're short on is stokers.\"", "The stoker was coming down on\n one of the cargo slings. He stood\n upright, his booted feet planted wide,", "\"Captain leave any special instructions\n in the Order Book?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Just the usual. Keep a tight watch\n and proceed cautiously.\"\n\n\n \"That new stoker,\" Mac said.", "He opened it to see whose it was.\n When he found out, he closed it up\n and strapped it back in its place at\n the foot of the stoker's bunk.", "when the stoker was a few paces\n away. The stoker stopped, too. All\n the Jeks were watching him and paying\n no attention to anything else. The", "\"I signed on their ship,\" the stoker\n said. \"Stoking. They've got a micro-nuclear\n drive. It's been a while since", "You wouldn't know. There's no\n such thing as a stoker any more, with\n automatic ships. But the stranger", "stoker, was that it would have meant\n trouble in the ship. Trouble, confined\n to our little percentage of the ship's\n volume, could seem like something", "The stoker nodded, and they walked\n over to his vehicle together. They\n drove away, toward the Jek ship.", "the bunkroom, and he stopped in the\n middle of taking off his shirt. He\n stood there, looking out the porthole,\n and forgot I was there. I heard him", "I don't know what MacReidie may\n have told the skipper about the stoker,\n or if he tried to tell him anything.\n The captain was the senior ticket", "been the same as ours. He'd commanded\n a fighting ship, somewhere,\n and come to grips with things we\n simply didn't know about. The mark", "It was the Marines that did Earth's\n best dying. It had to be. They were\n trained to be the best we had, and", "I couldn't say I was surprised. It\n had to be something like that, about\n the stoker. The mark was on him, as\n I've said.", "holder in the Merchant Service, and\n a good man, in his day. He kept\n mostly to his cabin. And there was\n nothing MacReidie could do on his", "The Jeks stopped their lifts. They\n knew that uniform. They sat up in\n their saddles and watched him come", "meet him. It was an odd thing to\n see—the stoker, and the Jek, who\n did not stand as tall. MacReidie and\n I stepped back." ], [ "The stoker was coming down on\n one of the cargo slings. He stood\n upright, his booted feet planted wide,", "when the stoker was a few paces\n away. The stoker stopped, too. All\n the Jeks were watching him and paying\n no attention to anything else. The", "The stoker shook his head. \"No\n deal. I signed on as a crewman. I'll\n do a crewman's work for a crewman's", "Not from the stoker, not from Mac.\n None of us wanted trouble—not\n even Mac, but he'd cause it to get\n rid of it, if you follow what I mean", "Mac looked him over. He saw the\n same things I'd seen. He shook his\n head. \"Not for you. The only thing\n we're short on is stokers.\"", "THE STOKER", "stoker, was that it would have meant\n trouble in the ship. Trouble, confined\n to our little percentage of the ship's\n volume, could seem like something", "\"Captain leave any special instructions\n in the Order Book?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Just the usual. Keep a tight watch\n and proceed cautiously.\"\n\n\n \"That new stoker,\" Mac said.", "could. MacReidie wasn't a mumbling\n man, so he said angrily: \"O.K.,\n bucko, you'll stoke. Go and sign on.\"", "So, I don't know. The older I get,\n the less I know. The thing people remember\n the stoker for—the thing", "long as I knew him afterwards. We\n took off in the morning. The stoker\n had already left on the Jek ship, and\n it turned out he'd trained an apprentice", "meet him. It was an odd thing to\n see—the stoker, and the Jek, who\n did not stand as tall. MacReidie and\n I stepped back.", "I couldn't say I was surprised. It\n had to be something like that, about\n the stoker. The mark was on him, as\n I've said.", "You wouldn't know. There's no\n such thing as a stoker any more, with\n automatic ships. But the stranger", "own authority—nothing simple, that\n is. And the stoker had saved the\n ship, and ...", "He'd caught Mac's look and turned\n his head to me. \"I'll stoke,\" he repeated.", "He'd been singing, the stoker had.\n He'd been singing while he worked\n with one arm dead, one sleeve ripped", "\"You're bound over the border,\n aren't you?\"\n\n\n MacReidie nodded. \"That's right.\n But—\"\n\n\n \"I'll stoke.\"", "holder in the Merchant Service, and\n a good man, in his day. He kept\n mostly to his cabin. And there was\n nothing MacReidie could do on his", "He opened it to see whose it was.\n When he found out, he closed it up\n and strapped it back in its place at\n the foot of the stoker's bunk." ], [ "in our hearts—we\nliked\nit. We were\n grateful just to be left alone again.\n We were happy we hadn't been", "of the human race to the wiser, gentler\n races in the stars. That way, we\n lived. That way, we were permitted\n to carry on our little concerns, and", "was one of them. They were a kind\n of human being neither MacReidie\n nor I could hope to understand.", "schools, or even to different schools\n in different towns, knows him now.\n Ask them. But I knew him. I lived\n three feet away from him for a month", "The trouble was the look of him.\n It was the look you saw in the bars\n back on Earth, where the veterans of", "were far from home. But not since\n the war, we all seemed to realize together.\n We stopped, and looked at\n each other, and we all began drifting", "them where the cosmic rays had shot\n through them. But his eyes were\n steady and his body was hard. What\n did he look like? He looked like a\n man.", "Everybody knows\n him now. Everybody\n who passed him on the street knows\n him. Everybody who went to the same", "\"Thanks.\" The stranger walked\n quietly away. He wrapped a hand\n around the cable on a cargo hook and\n rode into the hold on top of some", "now, if he really did do anything\n different. In an odd way, I like to\n think that one day, in a bar, on a\n day that seemed like all the rest to", "\"We've got to stop him,\" Mac\n said, and both of us started toward\n him. His hands were both in plain", "possibly understand what the songs\n were about. All I know is, for some\n reason those people slowly began\n treating us with respect. We changed,", "on these things in our own right. I\n know how it was. I was there, twenty\n years ago. I was a little, pudgy\n man with short breath and a high-pitched", "boy to take his place.\nIt was strange how things became\n different for us, little by little after\n that. It was never anything you could", "much more important than the fate\n of the human race. It may not seem\n that way to you. But as long as no\n one began anything, we could all get", "was on him, but not on us. I couldn't\n meet his eyes. \"O.K. by me,\" I mumbled\n at last.", "down—do you suppose they'll stop\n with him? They'll kill us, and then\n they'll go in and stamp Earth flat!\n You know it as well as I do.\"", "his straps, and fell asleep. He was\n always friendly toward me, but he\n must have been very tired that first\n night. I often wondered what kind", "\"Nothing,\" I said, and that was\n that, except MacReidie was always a\n sourer man from that time up to as", "He was a very quiet man. Quiet in\n the way he moved and talked. When\n we were both climbing into our" ], [ "of the human race to the wiser, gentler\n races in the stars. That way, we\n lived. That way, we were permitted\n to carry on our little concerns, and", "We were beaten. We moved out\n beyond Centaurus, and Sirius, and\n then we met the Jeks, the Nosurwey,", "the gentler wiser races in the stars,\n and a sure bet to steal their galaxy\n and corrupt it forever. Where\n these people got their information, I\n don't know.", "much more important than the fate\n of the human race. It may not seem\n that way to you. But as long as no\n one began anything, we could all get", "\"I was at this planet in '39. I was\n closer to your home world the year\n before that,\" the stoker said. \"I was", "ahead ... and we were smashed back\n like mayflies in the wind. We died in\n droves, and we retreated from the\n guttering fires of a dozen planets, we", "wiped out like the upstarts the rest\n of the Universe thought us to be.\n When they let us keep our own solar\n system and carry on a trickle of trade", "for the first time that the Lud hadn't\n built it. It was a leftover from the\n old colonial human government. And\n the city on the horizon—men had", "\"I was here when you were.\"\n\n\n \"I want to speak to your ship's\n captain.\"\n\n\n \"All right. I'll drive you over.\"", "into the doomed spaces between the\n stars and took the war to the other\n side as well as any human force could\n ever hope to. They were always the", "living being ever to travel all the way\n around the galaxy.\nTHE END\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from", "met any people from off Earth, even,\n you could hear people saying we\n were toughest, cruelest life-form in\n the Universe, unfit to mingle with", "When we reached Alpha Centaurus,\n and set down at the trading field\n on the second planet, it was the same", "goods. We had the usual things;\n wine, music tapes, furs, and the like.\n The Jeks had been giving us light\n machinery lately—probably we'd get", "\"On a Jek ship.\"\n\n\n \"Anybody's ship. When I get to\n their home world, I'll probably ship\n out with some people from farther\n on. Why not? It's honest work.\"", "machinery from their own ship. They\n sat atop their vehicles, lean and\n aloof, dashing in, whirling, shooting\n across the field to their ship and", "\"Huh?\"\n\n\n The stoker shrugged. \"Ships are\n ships, and physics is physics, no matter\n where you go. I'll make out.\"", "The dreams of Man and galactic span\nAre equal and much the same.\n\"", "The trouble was the look of him.\n It was the look you saw in the bars\n back on Earth, where the veterans of", "from all the others, somehow.\n It gave a new face to the entire\n planet.\nMac and I and some of the other\n crewmen went down on the field to" ], [ "of the human race to the wiser, gentler\n races in the stars. That way, we\n lived. That way, we were permitted\n to carry on our little concerns, and", "We were beaten. We moved out\n beyond Centaurus, and Sirius, and\n then we met the Jeks, the Nosurwey,", "living being ever to travel all the way\n around the galaxy.\nTHE END\nTranscriber's Note:\nThis etext was produced from", "much more important than the fate\n of the human race. It may not seem\n that way to you. But as long as no\n one began anything, we could all get", "wiped out like the upstarts the rest\n of the Universe thought us to be.\n When they let us keep our own solar\n system and carry on a trickle of trade", "the gentler wiser races in the stars,\n and a sure bet to steal their galaxy\n and corrupt it forever. Where\n these people got their information, I\n don't know.", "ahead ... and we were smashed back\n like mayflies in the wind. We died in\n droves, and we retreated from the\n guttering fires of a dozen planets, we", "met any people from off Earth, even,\n you could hear people saying we\n were toughest, cruelest life-form in\n the Universe, unfit to mingle with", "into the doomed spaces between the\n stars and took the war to the other\n side as well as any human force could\n ever hope to. They were always the", "The dreams of Man and galactic span\nAre equal and much the same.\n\"", "\"I was here when you were.\"\n\n\n \"I want to speak to your ship's\n captain.\"\n\n\n \"All right. I'll drive you over.\"", "\"I was at this planet in '39. I was\n closer to your home world the year\n before that,\" the stoker said. \"I was", "\"On a Jek ship.\"\n\n\n \"Anybody's ship. When I get to\n their home world, I'll probably ship\n out with some people from farther\n on. Why not? It's honest work.\"", "When we reached Alpha Centaurus,\n and set down at the trading field\n on the second planet, it was the same", "what path he wandered from people\n to people. Nobody could. He just\n kept signing on with whatever ship\n was going deeper into the galaxy,\n going farther and farther. He messed", "from all the others, somehow.\n It gave a new face to the entire\n planet.\nMac and I and some of the other\n crewmen went down on the field to", "The stoker nodded, and they walked\n over to his vehicle together. They\n drove away, toward the Jek ship.", "\"Huh?\"\n\n\n The stoker shrugged. \"Ships are\n ships, and physics is physics, no matter\n where you go. I'll make out.\"", "machinery from their own ship. They\n sat atop their vehicles, lean and\n aloof, dashing in, whirling, shooting\n across the field to their ship and", "with green shipmates and blue ones.\n One and two and three heads, tails,\n six legs—after all, ships are ships\n and they've all got to have something" ] ]

[ "Why does Jan have to go to Rathole?", "How far is Rathole from Oostpoort?", "What is Rathole?", "What is the relationship between Diego and Jan?", "Why are windmills significant to Jan?", "What hinders Jan from leaving Rathole?", "What is the Venus Shadow?", "How does Jan get power to the aircraft?", "How does Jan change throughout the story?" ]

[ [ "Jan wants to see how the people in Rathole are living. ", "Jan needs to take fuel to Rathole because they have run out. ", "Someone is sick and needs to be taken to Earth on the Vanderdecken. ", "Someone is sick and Jan needs to bring medicine to him. " ], [ "10 hour drive in a car", "10 hour flight ", "2 Earth days", "Half a Venus day " ], [ "A small city of former Spanish slaves who were taken to Venus by the Dutch. ", "A Spanish colony on Venus. ", "Rathole is a derogatory term for slum on Venus. ", "An old colony turned into a small city by Spanish laborers. " ], [ "Diego is sick and Jan agrees to take him to Oostpoort. ", "Diego needs Jan's help getting his aircraft to fly. ", "Diego and Jan are both Dutch pilots. ", "Jan is Diego's father." ], [ "The windmills make Jan nostalgic for his childhood home on Earth. ", "The windmills are a cure for the Venus Shadow. ", "Jan brought windmills to Venus to power the colonies. ", "Jan invented windmills. " ], [ "He does not want to help the Spaniards. ", "The weather on Venus makes it impossible to travel long distances. ", "He wants to stay to start a relationship with Diego's mother. ", "He does not have proper transportation because the city has no fuel to power an aircraft. " ], [ "The time of day when travel is impossible because there is no light. ", "The name of Jan's aircraft. ", "A deadly disease that can only be cured by traveling to Earth. ", "The quakes that shake the ground. " ], [ "The Spaniards find fuel left over from the Americans. ", "He creates a makeshift windmill. ", "He uses fuel from his car. ", "He creates a hot air balloon. " ], [ "Jan starts out prejudice against the dark-skinned Spaniards but in the end he sees them as humans just like himself. ", "Jan starts out being lazy and selfish, but in the end he learns to care about others. ", "Jan learns to be clever and problem solve dilemmas. ", "Jan realizes that it was wrong to colonize Venus and decides to return to Holland. " ] ]

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[ [ "Rathole and bring the fellow\n back.\"\nSo now Jan gripped his clay\n pipe between his teeth and piloted\n the groundcar into the teeth", "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "He turned and spoke to someone\n in the dome. One of the men\n of Rathole came to Jan's side and\n tried the engines. They refused\n to catch. The man made carburetor\n adjustments and tried\n again. No success.", "seven hours to go and he was\n still at least 16 kilometers from\n Rathole. His pipe was out, but\n he could not take his hands", "long day when temperatures of\n the surface rocks changed. On\n the other side of it lay Rathole, a\n little settlement that eked a precarious", "He gestured for Jan to follow\n him and started off, pulling his\n way against the wind along the\n chain. Jan followed, and the", "judged he must be nearing Rathole.", "\"There's been an emergency\n radio message,\" said Dekker.\n \"They've got a passenger for the\n Earthship over at Rathole.\"", "There was nothing to do but\n turn back to Rathole and see if\n some other way could not be\n found.", "There was power, the power\n that lighted and air-conditioned\n Rathole, power in the air all", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier", "\"Well, as much as I'd like to\n stop for a pipe, we'd better start\n at once,\" said Jan. \"It's a hard\n drive back, and blastoff can't be\n delayed.\"", "\"I can find one. And we'll have\n to hurry for blastoff. But, first,\n what happened? Even that\n damned thing ought to get here\n from Rathole faster than that.\"", "There was no one moving\n abroad, but just inside the community\n Jan found half a dozen\n men in a group, clinging to one", "A thought occurred to him.\n From what he had seen and\n heard, the entire economy of Rathole\n could not support the tremendous\n expense of sending the\n boy across the millions of miles\n to Earth by spaceship.", "\"Thanks,\" replied Jan. He donned\n his own helmet. \"I'll need it,\n if the trip over was any indication.\"", "engines here? There is no\n fuel for the flying platform.\"\nThe platform was in a warehouse\n which, like the rest of the\n structures in Rathole, was a", "The ground far ahead of him\n had a strange color to it. Jan,\n watching for the cliff he had to\n skirt and scale, had picked up", "life is to be saved. He must get\n to Earth at once.\"\nJan puffed at the Heerenbaai-Tabak\n and cogitated. The place", "Jan, his head just above\n ground level, surveyed the terrain.\n There was flat ground to\n the east, clear in a fairly broad\n alley for at least half a kilometer\n before any of the domes protruded\n up into it." ], [ "would negotiate the terrain. He\n looked anxiously at his watch.\n Nearly three hours had passed\n since he left Oostpoort. He had", "long day when temperatures of\n the surface rocks changed. On\n the other side of it lay Rathole, a\n little settlement that eked a precarious", "couldn't wait for them. It was\n nearly eight hours since he had\n left Oostpoort, and the afternoon\n was getting noticeably\n darker.", "seven hours to go and he was\n still at least 16 kilometers from\n Rathole. His pipe was out, but\n he could not take his hands", "\"If some effort had been made\n to take the boy to Oostpoort from\n here, instead of calling on us to\n send a car, Den Hoorn could have\n been crossed before the crack\n opened,\" he pointed out.", "judged he must be nearing Rathole.", "course, kept much of it when\n they were here, but the few\n things we take to Oostpoort to\n trade could not buy precious gasoline.\n We have electricity in", "\"You must be the man from\n Oostpoort,\" said the bearded\n man, holding out his hand. \"I\n am Doctor Sanchez. We are very\n grateful you have come.\"", "\"The copters at Oostpoort can't\n buck this wind,\" he said thoughtfully,\n \"or I'd have come in one of", "There was power, the power\n that lighted and air-conditioned\n Rathole, power in the air all", "Rathole and bring the fellow\n back.\"\nSo now Jan gripped his clay\n pipe between his teeth and piloted\n the groundcar into the teeth", "A wave of nostalgia swept\n over him. Back at Oostpoort, the\n power was nuclear, but this little\n settlement made use of the", "\"It isn't a colony, in the sense\n Oostpoort is,\" explained Dekker.\n \"The people are the families of a", "\"Rathole?\" repeated Heemskerk.\n \"What's that? I didn't\n know there was another colony\n within two thousand kilometers.\"", "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "There was nothing to do but\n turn back to Rathole and see if\n some other way could not be\n found.", "mountain from Oostpoort. It was\n a thin fault area of a planet\n whose crust was peculiarly subject\n to earthquakes, particularly\n at the beginning and end of each", "in Diego, the wind was coming\n up, and we had no way to get\n him to Oostpoort.\"", "was in Rathole were able to build\n these semi-underground domes to\n resist the earth shocks that came\n from Den Hoorn. But this one", "\"Jan, you're the best driver in\n Oostpoort,\" said Dekker. \"You\n will have to take a groundcar to" ], [ "long day when temperatures of\n the surface rocks changed. On\n the other side of it lay Rathole, a\n little settlement that eked a precarious", "There was power, the power\n that lighted and air-conditioned\n Rathole, power in the air all", "judged he must be nearing Rathole.", "Rathole and bring the fellow\n back.\"\nSo now Jan gripped his clay\n pipe between his teeth and piloted\n the groundcar into the teeth", "There was nothing to do but\n turn back to Rathole and see if\n some other way could not be\n found.", "seven hours to go and he was\n still at least 16 kilometers from\n Rathole. His pipe was out, but\n he could not take his hands", "was in Rathole were able to build\n these semi-underground domes to\n resist the earth shocks that came\n from Den Hoorn. But this one", "\"Rathole?\" repeated Heemskerk.\n \"What's that? I didn't\n know there was another colony\n within two thousand kilometers.\"", "engines here? There is no\n fuel for the flying platform.\"\nThe platform was in a warehouse\n which, like the rest of the\n structures in Rathole, was a", "was aptly named. It was a ratty\n community. The boy was a dark-skinned\n little Spaniard—of Mexican\n origin, perhaps. But he was", "He turned and spoke to someone\n in the dome. One of the men\n of Rathole came to Jan's side and\n tried the engines. They refused\n to catch. The man made carburetor\n adjustments and tried\n again. No success.", "Outside, the windmills of Rathole\n spun merrily.", "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "leather-leaved Venerian plants.\n Amid the windmills, low domes\n protruded from the earth, indicating\n that the dwellings of Rathole", "A thought occurred to him.\n From what he had seen and\n heard, the entire economy of Rathole\n could not support the tremendous\n expense of sending the\n boy across the millions of miles\n to Earth by spaceship.", "\"There's been an emergency\n radio message,\" said Dekker.\n \"They've got a passenger for the\n Earthship over at Rathole.\"", "\"You're sure there's no gasoline,\n anywhere in Rathole?\" he\n asked Sanchez.", "\"I can find one. And we'll have\n to hurry for blastoff. But, first,\n what happened? Even that\n damned thing ought to get here\n from Rathole faster than that.\"", "were, appropriately, partly\n underground.\nHe drove into the place. There\n were no streets, as such, but\n there were avenues between lines", "center, was a railed circle that\n would hold two men, but would\n crowd them. Two small gasoline\n engines sat on each side of this\n railed circle and between them on" ], [ "\"Mmm,\" grunted Jan. He\n shifted uncomfortably and looked\n at the pair in the corner. The\n blonde head was bent over the\n boy protectingly, and over his\n mother's shoulder Diego's black\n eyes returned Jan's glance.", "Diego must know of his ailment,\n and why he had to go to\n Oostpoort. If Jan was any judge", "The woman seemed to sense\n his meaning. She turned and\n called: \"\nDiego!\n\"", "Jan and Diego made their way\n back down the chain to the\n groundcar. There was a score of\n men there now, and a few\n women. They let the pair go", "a word Diego said when\n the boy spoke to him, but he\n liked Diego and wished desperately\n he could do something.", "Diego, beside him, had sat\n quietly so far, peering eagerly\n through the windshield, not saying\n a word. Now suddenly he\n cried in a high thin tenor:", "\"If you have,\" said Sanchez,\n \"you must realize that Diego cannot\n wait for a later ship, if his", "\"He says that your groundcar\n must have a diesel engine,\" Sanchez\n interpreted to Jan. \"Is that\n correct?\"\n\n\n \"Why, yes, that's true.\"", "The machine was dusty and\n spotted with rust, Jan, surrounded\n by Sanchez, Diego and a dozen\n men, inspected it thoughtfully.", "him, Dr. Sanchez sat with crossed\n legs, cleaning his fingernails\n with a scalpel. Diego's mother\n talked to the boy in low, liquid", "\"Who is Diego's father?\" he\n asked.", "\"He was Ramón Murillo, a very\n good mechanic,\" answered Sanchez,\n with a sliding sidelong\n glance at Jan's face. \"He has\n been dead for three years.\"\n\n\n Jan grunted.", "\"\nSeñor\n, I have asked you to do\n nothing.\"\n\n\n \"No, you haven't,\" muttered\n Jan. \"But you know I'll do it.\"", "He looked around for Diego.\n The boy was not in the dome. He\n was outside, crouched in the lee\n of the dome, playing with some\n sticks.", "of character, Sanchez would have\n told him that. Whether Diego\n knew it was a life-or-death matter\n for him to be aboard the\nVanderdecken", "\"None,\nseñor\n,\" he said, turning\n back to Jan. \"The Americans, of", "The woman was a Spanish\n blonde, full-lipped and beautiful,\n with golden hair and dark, liquid\n eyes. She smiled at Jan.", "\"Good luck,\namigo\n,\" said Sanchez,\n shaking Jan's hand again.", "\"I thought for a while I\n wouldn't make it,\" said Jan ruefully,\n removing his venushelmet.\n\n\n \"This is Mrs. Murillo,\" said\n Sanchez.", "\"What is to be done, then?\"\n asked Sanchez.\n\n\n \"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" answered Jan. \"They may\n as well put the fuel back in my\n groundcar.\"" ], [ "Windmills. Again Jan could\n imagine the flat land around\n them as his native Holland, with\n the Zuider Zee sparkling to the", "Windmills! Tears came to\n Jan's eyes. For a moment, he\n was carried back to the flat", "\"Certainly,\" replied Jan with\n dignity. \"The power source any\n good Dutchman turns to in an\n emergency: a windmill!\"", "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "The quake lasted for several\n minutes, during which Jan was\n able to make no progress at all\n and struggled only to keep the\n groundcar upright. Then, in unison,\n both earthquake and wind\n died to absolute quiescence.", "He gestured for Jan to follow\n him and started off, pulling his\n way against the wind along the\n chain. Jan followed, and the", "It was easier driving with the\n wind behind him, and Jan hit a\n hundred kilometers an hour several\n times before striking the", "The ground of Den Hoorn was\n still shivering. Jan did not realize\n this until he had to brake the", "cheapest, most obviously available\n power source. It was dotted\n with more than a dozen windmills.", "The ground far ahead of him\n had a strange color to it. Jan,\n watching for the cliff he had to\n skirt and scale, had picked up", "across the tumbled terrain of\n Den Hoorn into the teeth of the\n howling gale that swept from the\n west. The huge wheels twisted", "lands around 's Gravenhage. For\n a moment he was a tow-headed,\n round-eyed boy again, clumping\n in wooden shoes along the edge", "There came a new swaying\n that was not the roughness of\n the terrain. Through the thick\n windshield Jan saw all the", "Jan disengaged himself gently,\n embarrassed. But it occurred to\n him, looking down on the bowed\n head of the beautiful young", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier", "Jan mentioned this to the\n groundcar radio.\n\n\n \"That's the third time in half\n an hour,\" he commented. \"The\n place tosses like the IJsselmeer\n on a rough day.\"", "\"Jan!\" boomed Heemskerk,\n forcing his voice through the helmet\n diaphragm and rushing over\n to his friend. \"I was afraid you\n were lost!\"", "Outside, the windmills of Rathole\n spun merrily.", "Jan, his head just above\n ground level, surveyed the terrain.\n There was flat ground to\n the east, clear in a fairly broad\n alley for at least half a kilometer\n before any of the domes protruded\n up into it.", "found.\nJan sat in the half-buried room\n and enjoyed the luxury of a pipe\n filled with some of Theodorus\n Neimeijer's mild tobacco. Before" ], [ "He turned and spoke to someone\n in the dome. One of the men\n of Rathole came to Jan's side and\n tried the engines. They refused\n to catch. The man made carburetor\n adjustments and tried\n again. No success.", "Rathole and bring the fellow\n back.\"\nSo now Jan gripped his clay\n pipe between his teeth and piloted\n the groundcar into the teeth", "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "seven hours to go and he was\n still at least 16 kilometers from\n Rathole. His pipe was out, but\n he could not take his hands", "Jan disengaged himself gently,\n embarrassed. But it occurred to\n him, looking down on the bowed\n head of the beautiful young", "There was nothing to do but\n turn back to Rathole and see if\n some other way could not be\n found.", "There was no one moving\n abroad, but just inside the community\n Jan found half a dozen\n men in a group, clinging to one", "long day when temperatures of\n the surface rocks changed. On\n the other side of it lay Rathole, a\n little settlement that eked a precarious", "He gestured for Jan to follow\n him and started off, pulling his\n way against the wind along the\n chain. Jan followed, and the", "\"Well, as much as I'd like to\n stop for a pipe, we'd better start\n at once,\" said Jan. \"It's a hard\n drive back, and blastoff can't be\n delayed.\"", "Jan reached the edge of a\n crack that made further progress\n seem impossible. A hundred\n meters wide, of unknown depth,", "A thought occurred to him.\n From what he had seen and\n heard, the entire economy of Rathole\n could not support the tremendous\n expense of sending the\n boy across the millions of miles\n to Earth by spaceship.", "There was power, the power\n that lighted and air-conditioned\n Rathole, power in the air all", "The quake lasted for several\n minutes, during which Jan was\n able to make no progress at all\n and struggled only to keep the\n groundcar upright. Then, in unison,\n both earthquake and wind\n died to absolute quiescence.", "The ground of Den Hoorn was\n still shivering. Jan did not realize\n this until he had to brake the", "Jan sighed. It was an unhappy\n situation. As far as he could determine,\n without making tests,\n the engines were in perfect condition.\n Two perfectly good engines,\n and no fuel for them.", "\"What is to be done, then?\"\n asked Sanchez.\n\n\n \"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" answered Jan. \"They may\n as well put the fuel back in my\n groundcar.\"", "judged he must be nearing Rathole.", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier", "\"Mmm,\" grunted Jan. He\n shifted uncomfortably and looked\n at the pair in the corner. The\n blonde head was bent over the\n boy protectingly, and over his\n mother's shoulder Diego's black\n eyes returned Jan's glance." ], [ "Have you ever seen anyone die\n of the Venus Shadow?\"", "The boy was healthy-looking,\n alert, but the mark of the Venus\n Shadow was on his face. There\n was a faint mottling, a criss-cross\n of dead-white lines.", "\"This passenger can't wait,\"\n said Dekker. \"He needs to be\n evacuated to Earth immediately.\n He's suffering from the Venus\n Shadow.\"", "Ours are powered like that, but\n we cannot operate them when the\n Venerian wind is blowing. By the\n time I diagnosed the Venus Shadow", "of Orange. It had been a hobby,\n and artificial topic for conversation\n that amused him and his\n companions, a defense against\n the monotony of Venus that had", "It was near the dusk of the\n 485-hour Venerian day, and the\n Twilight Gale already had arisen,", "to prove it, but on Venus there\n was no one who could disprove it,\n either.", "sweeping from the comparatively\n chill Venerian nightside into\n the superheated dayside. Oostpoort,\n established near some outcroppings", "Mrs. Murillo spoke to him rapidly\n in Spanish and he nodded.\n She zipped him into a venusuit\n and fitted a small helmet on his\n head.", "What on Venus could have happened\n to Van Artevelde? The last\n radio message they had received,\n more than an hour ago, had said", "\"This I shall want to see,\"\n chuckled Heemskerk; a logical\n reaction, considering the scarcity\n of brooms on Venus.", "\"I thought for a while I\n wouldn't make it,\" said Jan ruefully,\n removing his venushelmet.\n\n\n \"This is Mrs. Murillo,\" said\n Sanchez.", "Oostpoort in the northern hemisphere\n of Venus, while Heemskerk\n was pilot of the G-boat from\n the Dutch spaceship\nVanderdecken", "leather-leaved Venerian plants.\n Amid the windmills, low domes\n protruded from the earth, indicating\n that the dwellings of Rathole", "of the chains and waving to him.\n He pulled the groundcar to a\n stop beside them, stuck his pipe\n in a pocket of his plastic venusuit,", "low above it, but the wind was as\n dry as the breath of an oven.\n Despite the heavy cloud cover,\n the afternoon was as bright as", "Heemskerk looked westward.\n At first he could see nothing,\n then there was a moving dot\n above the mountain, against the", "No. The platform hovered and\n began to settle nearby, and there\n was Van Artevelde leaning over", "removal from the dry, cloud-hung\n surface of Venus and return to a\n moist, sunny climate on Earth.", "\"An effort was made,\" replied\n Sanchez quietly. \"Perhaps you do\n not fully realize our position\n here. We have no engines except" ], [ "\"Had no fuel,\" replied Jan\n briefly. \"My engines were all\n right, but I had no power to run\n them. So I had to pull the engines\n and rig up a power source.\"", "Jan sighed. It was an unhappy\n situation. As far as he could determine,\n without making tests,\n the engines were in perfect condition.\n Two perfectly good engines,\n and no fuel for them.", "\"Certainly,\" replied Jan with\n dignity. \"The power source any\n good Dutchman turns to in an\n emergency: a windmill!\"", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier", "Sanchez asked.\n\n\n \"Yes,\" he said. \"Many spare\n parts, but no fuel.\"\n\n\n Jan smiled a tight smile.", "Jan peered over the edge of the\n platform at the twin-ducted fans\n in their plastic shrouds. They\n appeared in good shape. Each\n was powered by one of the engines,\n transmitted to it by heavy\n rubber belts.", "\"I don't know,\" replied Jan.\n \"Maybe it's that the engines\n haven't been used in so long. I'm\n afraid I'm not a good enough\n mechanic to tell.\"", "He turned and spoke to someone\n in the dome. One of the men\n of Rathole came to Jan's side and\n tried the engines. They refused\n to catch. The man made carburetor\n adjustments and tried\n again. No success.", "\"He says that your groundcar\n must have a diesel engine,\" Sanchez\n interpreted to Jan. \"Is that\n correct?\"\n\n\n \"Why, yes, that's true.\"", "The quake lasted for several\n minutes, during which Jan was\n able to make no progress at all\n and struggled only to keep the\n groundcar upright. Then, in unison,\n both earthquake and wind\n died to absolute quiescence.", "\"What is to be done, then?\"\n asked Sanchez.\n\n\n \"There's nothing that can be\n done,\" answered Jan. \"They may\n as well put the fuel back in my\n groundcar.\"", "Shortly the two men returned\n with the fuel from the groundcar,\n struggling along the chain.\n Jan got above ground in a", "Nothing happened.\nHe turned the engines over\n again. One of them coughed, and\n a cloud of blue smoke burst from\n its exhaust, but they did not\n catch.", "\"Thanks,\" replied Jan. He donned\n his own helmet. \"I'll need it,\n if the trip over was any indication.\"", "to turn the propellers. But batteries\n big enough to power it all\n the way to Oostpoort would be\n so heavy the machine couldn't lift", "Jan needed all his Dutch stubbornness,\n and a good deal of pure\n physical strength besides, to maneuver\n the roach-flat groundcar", "\"Doctor!\" he explained. \"Send\n a couple of men to drain the rest\n of the fuel from my groundcar.\n And let's get this platform above\n ground and tie it down until we\n can get it started.\"", "\"Jan!\" boomed Heemskerk,\n forcing his voice through the helmet\n diaphragm and rushing over\n to his friend. \"I was afraid you\n were lost!\"", "Sanchez called orders to the\n men at the platform. While they\n worked, Jan stared out at the\n furiously spinning windmills that\n dotted Rathole.", "It was easier driving with the\n wind behind him, and Jan hit a\n hundred kilometers an hour several\n times before striking the" ], [ "Jan disengaged himself gently,\n embarrassed. But it occurred to\n him, looking down on the bowed\n head of the beautiful young", "The woman rose to her feet\n and came to them. As Jan arose,\n she looked up at him, tears in\n her eyes.", "Jan made use of this calm to\n step down on the accelerator and\n send the groundcar speeding\n forward. The terrain was easier", "\"Mmm,\" grunted Jan. He\n shifted uncomfortably and looked\n at the pair in the corner. The\n blonde head was bent over the\n boy protectingly, and over his\n mother's shoulder Diego's black\n eyes returned Jan's glance.", "It was easier driving with the\n wind behind him, and Jan hit a\n hundred kilometers an hour several\n times before striking the", "The ground of Den Hoorn was\n still shivering. Jan did not realize\n this until he had to brake the", "The quake lasted for several\n minutes, during which Jan was\n able to make no progress at all\n and struggled only to keep the\n groundcar upright. Then, in unison,\n both earthquake and wind\n died to absolute quiescence.", "Jan struggled to his feet and\n leaned down to help the boy up.\n\n\n \"Here's your patient, Pieter,\"\n he said. \"Hope you have a spacesuit\n in his size.\"", "He gestured for Jan to follow\n him and started off, pulling his\n way against the wind along the\n chain. Jan followed, and the", "\"\nSeñor\n, I have asked you to do\n nothing.\"\n\n\n \"No, you haven't,\" muttered\n Jan. \"But you know I'll do it.\"", "\"Jan!\" boomed Heemskerk,\n forcing his voice through the helmet\n diaphragm and rushing over\n to his friend. \"I was afraid you\n were lost!\"", "The woman was a Spanish\n blonde, full-lipped and beautiful,\n with golden hair and dark, liquid\n eyes. She smiled at Jan.", "The ground far ahead of him\n had a strange color to it. Jan,\n watching for the cliff he had to\n skirt and scale, had picked up", "\"Thanks,\" replied Jan. He donned\n his own helmet. \"I'll need it,\n if the trip over was any indication.\"", "when it blasted\n off for Earth, Jan did not know.\n But the boy was around eight\n years old and he was bright, and\n he must realize the seriousness", "\"Well, as much as I'd like to\n stop for a pipe, we'd better start\n at once,\" said Jan. \"It's a hard\n drive back, and blastoff can't be\n delayed.\"", "\"None,\nseñor\n,\" he said, turning\n back to Jan. \"The Americans, of", "\"Yes, I have,\" replied Jan in a\n low voice. He had seen two people\n die of it, and it had not been\n pleasant.", "Jan, his head just above\n ground level, surveyed the terrain.\n There was flat ground to\n the east, clear in a fairly broad\n alley for at least half a kilometer\n before any of the domes protruded\n up into it.", "There was no one moving\n abroad, but just inside the community\n Jan found half a dozen\n men in a group, clinging to one" ] ]

[ "Is the main character good at his job?", "Why are the beacons important?", "Why were the buttons in the temple so polished?", "Which of the following words best describes the main character's personality?", "Why didn't the main character use his gun to fix the problem with the locals?", "Why did the main character spend so much time with Goat-boy?", "Which of the following technologies does the main character not use to impress the natives?", "Why did the natives believe the main character was who he said he was?", "How did the main character feel while he was in the temple?", "What would have happened if the main character had been less diplomatic and more aggressive?" ]

[ [ "Yes, he will break any rule to fulfill his duties.", "No, he wants to quit.", "No, he spends too much time drinking and messing around.", "Yes, he is both creative and professional." ], [ "Ships travel through beacons in hyperspace.", "Beacons are religious focal points for natives.", "They aren't; ships can travel without them.", "Beacons are like landmarks or stars for ships to use in navigation." ], [ "The original builders had built them well.", "They were cleaned by the priests in reverence.", "They were worn from overuse.", "They were cleaned with the Holy Waters." ], [ "Sarcastic", "Good-natured", "Serious", "Reverent" ], [ "He did not want to kill off a species just to fix a beacon.", "His time with the natives caused him to respect them.", "He was not allowed to use violence.", "He did not have a gun." ], [ "He needed time to think of a plan.", "He needed to continue learning the language.", "He needed an ally to infiltrate the community.", "He needed to understand the culture and current events." ], [ "Robots", "The Beacon", "Explosives", "Microphones" ], [ "The natives were credulous.", "They did not really believe him.", "The plastiskin made him look like the natives.", "The main character tricked them with technology." ], [ "Angry", "Relaxed", "Happy", "Worried" ], [ "All of the options are correct.", "He would have needed to resort to violence.", "He would have been fined for disrupting the natives.", "He could make future repairs more difficult." ] ]

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[ [ "He was telling\n me\n —the guy who did the job while he sat back on his\n fat paycheck in an air-conditioned office.", "“This is your contract,” he said. “It tells how and\n when you will work. A steel-and-vanadium-bound contract that you\n couldn’t crack with a molecular disruptor.”", "“Here is some money from paradise, because you have been a good\n boy.” Not really from paradise—I had lifted it from the", "I smiled, a little weakly, I’m afraid, as if I had never meant to\n keep that account a secret. His spies were getting more efficient every", "The\n Old Man had that look of intense glee on his face that meant someone\n was in for a very rough time. Since we were alone, it took no great feat", "repairmen take these courses. Besides their always coming in handy, the\n company grades your pay by the number of specialties you can handle. All\n this, with some oil painting and free-fall workouts in the gym, passed", "as he stirred up the coals, pulled out the ruddiest iron and turned\n toward me. He was just drawing a bead on my right eyeball when my brain\n got back in gear.", "“I quit. Don’t bother telling me what dirty job you have\n cooked up, because I have already quit and you do not want to reveal\n company secrets to me.”", "This raised a buzz of conversation behind me, but got no rise out of the\n chief. He sank slowly into the water until only his eyes were showing. I", "I recognized this deathless line as the curtain speech and crawled to my\n feet. He threw the Mark III file at me and went back to scratching in", "goat-boy—he herded a particularly loathsome form of local life in\n the swamps outside the town. I had one of the working eyes dig a cave in\n an outcropping of rock and wait for him.", "like that at all. I have a fleet of expensive ships that are equipped to\n do almost anything—manned by a bunch of irresponsibles like\n you\n .”", "A cry went up from the crowd as I dropped the iron and staggered in\n blind circles. I must admit it went off pretty well.\nBefore", "He leaned back, wiped his hands on his handkerchief and gave me Lecture\n Forty-four on Company Duty and My Troubles.", "waters flow again, I will laugh as I hurl myself on the burning\n iron.”\nHe\n took a good thirty seconds to think it over and had to agree with me.", "The local torturer sniffled a bit and threw a little more charcoal on\n the fire. The gate crashed open and I stalked through; then it banged to\n behind me and I was alone in the dark.", "his papers. Just as I reached the door, he looked up and impaled me on\n his finger again.", "This job didn’t turn out to be quite that bad. I zeroed on the\n Beta Circinus beacon and ran a complicated eight-point problem through", "The Old Man pressed the button again and another contract slid out on\n his desk. If possible, the smile was still wider now.", "The Old Man leaned over his desk, breathing into my face. “It\n would take a year to install a new beacon—besides being too" ], [ "The old boys had enough brains to choose a traceable site for the\n beacon, equidistant on a line between two of the most prominent mountain", "To understand the importance of the beacons, you have to understand\n hyperspace. Not that many people do, but it is easy enough to understand\n that in this", "The first ships to enter hyperspace had no place to go—and no way\n to even tell if they had moved. The beacons solved that problem and", "opened the entire universe. They are built on planets and generate\n tremendous amounts of power. This power is turned into radiation that is\n punched through into hyperspace. Every beacon has a code signal as part", "beacon is important and every one has to keep operating. That is where I\n and the other trouble-shooters came in.", "One: The beacon was repaired.\n\n\n Two: The door was sealed, so there should be no more sabotage,\n accidental or deliberate.", "repairman wants to make no sacrifices of any kind for his job. For this\n reason, most beacons are built on uninhabited planets. If a beacon\n has", "how I feel. But the ships must go through! The beacons must\n operate!”", "be the first beacon.”\nI looked\n at the blueprints he handed me and felt my eyes glaze with\n horror. “It’s a monstrosity! It looks more like a distillery", "had built a nice heavy, thick stone pyramid around the beacon.", "found them buried in the back of their oldest warehouse. This was the\n earliest type of beacon ever built—by Earth, no less. Considering\n its location on one of the Proxima Centauri planets, it might very well", "In addition to the pyramid being around the beacon, there was a nice\n little religious war going on around the pyramid.", "Why this beacon had been built within reach of the local claws, I had\n yet to find out. But that would come in time. The first thing to do was\n make contact. To make contact, you have to know the local language.", "The Old Man leaned over his desk, breathing into my face. “It\n would take a year to install a new beacon—besides being too", "A city was built around the temple and, through the centuries, the\n pyramid was put up around the beacon. A special branch of the priesthood", "Four: The fact that they would probably let another repairman in, under\n the same conditions, if the beacon conked out again. At least I had done", "of its radiation and represents a measurable point in hyperspace.\n Triangulation and quadrature of the beacons works for\n navigation—only it follows its own rules. The rules are complex", "this\n continent never occurred to the beacon mechanics. Which is, of\n course, what happened.", "than a beacon—must be at least a few hundred meters high.\n I’m a repairman, not an archeologist. This pile of junk is over", "country. It was flat, marshy bottom land without a bump. The only thing\n in a ten-mile circle was this pyramid—and that definitely\n wasn’t my beacon." ], [ "It took off straight up a bit faster than I wanted; little pieces of\n wind-torn plastic rained down. While the crowd was ogling this ascent, I\n walked through the temple doors.", "crate. They spent most of the day sweating the heavy box up through the\n narrow temple stairs and I enjoyed a good sleep. It was resting inside\n the beacon door when I woke up.\nThe", "blind could enter the Holy of Holies.” I’d swear he was\n smiling, if thirty teeth peeking out of what looked like a crack in an\n old suitcase can be called smiling.", "“Undoubtedly you know of the rule,” he said. “Because\n the old priests did pry and peer, it was ruled henceforth that only the", "forbid entrance to the Inner Temple forever; though, out of kindness,\n they will let the waters flow. Now I must return—on with the\n ceremony!”", "polished the switches inside. While doing this, he had thrown one of the\n switches and that had caused the trouble.\nRather\n , that had\n started", "mobbed and piled on top of one another, and by that time I had landed in\n the plaza fronting the temple. The priesthood arrived.", "served the temple. All went well until one of the priests violated the\n temple and destroyed the holy waters. There had been revolt, strife,\n murder and destruction since then. But still the holy waters would not", "Before they could think up a good answer, I was inside.\nThe\n temple was a small one built against the base of the pyramid. I", "hoped I wasn’t breaking too many taboos by going in. I\n wasn’t stopped, so it looked all right. The temple was a single", "But not for long—there was a shuffling nearby and I took a chance\n and turned on my flash. Three priests were groping toward me, their", "A city was built around the temple and, through the centuries, the\n pyramid was put up around the beacon. A special branch of the priesthood", "they were loaded in a metal crate. In the darkest hour before dawn, the\n heavy-duty eye dropped the crate outside the temple and darted away\n without being seen.", "Three: The priests should be satisfied. The water was running again, my\n eyes had been duly burned out, and they were back in business. Which\n added up to—", "I watched the priests through the pryeye while they tried to open it.\n When they had given up, I boomed orders at them through a speaker in the", "little before dawn, the eye hooked onto my shoulders and we sailed\n straight up. We hovered above the temple at about 2,000 meters, until it\n was light, then dropped straight down.", "shaken its stone walls. Shaking my hands once over my head, I went down\n for the eye-burning ceremony.", "He was also signaling to him an underpriest who carried a brazier of\n charcoal complete with red-hot irons. All I could do was stand and watch", "When I said this, I turned to jab a claw at the other priests, using the\n motion to cover my flicking a coin grenade toward them. It blew a nice\n hole in the floor with a great show of noise and smoke.", "This raised a buzz of conversation behind me, but got no rise out of the\n chief. He sank slowly into the water until only his eyes were showing. I" ], [ "waters flow again, I will laugh as I hurl myself on the burning\n iron.”\nHe\n took a good thirty seconds to think it over and had to agree with me.", "of intelligence to figure it would be me. I talked first, bold attack\n being the best defense and so forth.", "The\n Old Man had that look of intense glee on his face that meant someone\n was in for a very rough time. Since we were alone, it took no great feat", "“Here is some money from paradise, because you have been a good\n boy.” Not really from paradise—I had lifted it from the", "as he stirred up the coals, pulled out the ruddiest iron and turned\n toward me. He was just drawing a bead on my right eyeball when my brain\n got back in gear.", "goat-boy—he herded a particularly loathsome form of local life in\n the swamps outside the town. I had one of the working eyes dig a cave in\n an outcropping of rock and wait for him.", "I recognized this deathless line as the curtain speech and crawled to my\n feet. He threw the Mark III file at me and went back to scratching in", "“Stop!” I thundered before he got so far in that he\n couldn’t back out. “I said your ancestors sent me as", "This raised a buzz of conversation behind me, but got no rise out of the\n chief. He sank slowly into the water until only his eyes were showing. I", "The local torturer sniffled a bit and threw a little more charcoal on\n the fire. The gate crashed open and I stalked through; then it banged to\n behind me and I was alone in the dark.", "turned around. I tagged this expression with the phrase, “Hey,\n George!” and waited my chance to use it. Later the same day, I\n caught one of them alone and shouted “Hey, George!” at him.", "blind could enter the Holy of Holies.” I’d swear he was\n smiling, if thirty teeth peeking out of what looked like a crack in an\n old suitcase can be called smiling.", "Goat-boy stopped as if he’d been shot. Before he could move, I\n pushed a switch and a handful of the local currency, wampum-type shells,\n rolled out of the cave and landed at his feet.", "“What lack of courtesy!” I shouted. He made little bubbles\n in the water. “The ancestors are annoyed and have decided to", "“This is your contract,” he said. “It tells how and\n when you will work. A steel-and-vanadium-bound contract that you\n couldn’t crack with a molecular disruptor.”", "his papers. Just as I reached the door, he looked up and impaled me on\n his finger again.", "served the temple. All went well until one of the priests violated the\n temple and destroyed the holy waters. There had been revolt, strife,\n murder and destruction since then. But still the holy waters would not", "I drew up my scaly figure in a noble gesture and pointed toward the\n ceiling. “I come from your ancestors to help you. I am here to\n restore the Holy Waters.”", "forbid entrance to the Inner Temple forever; though, out of kindness,\n they will let the waters flow. Now I must return—on with the\n ceremony!”", "The Old Man leaned over his desk, breathing into my face. “It\n would take a year to install a new beacon—besides being too" ], [ "as he stirred up the coals, pulled out the ruddiest iron and turned\n toward me. He was just drawing a bead on my right eyeball when my brain\n got back in gear.", "Goat-boy stopped as if he’d been shot. Before he could move, I\n pushed a switch and a handful of the local currency, wampum-type shells,\n rolled out of the cave and landed at his feet.", "Some of the more credulous natives prostrated themselves and others fled\n screaming. One doubtful type raised a spear, but no one else tried that", "It would have been easy enough if we were allowed a little mayhem. I\n could have had a lizard fry, fixed the beacon and taken off. Only", "goat-boy—he herded a particularly loathsome form of local life in\n the swamps outside the town. I had one of the working eyes dig a cave in\n an outcropping of rock and wait for him.", "Normally, a repairman stays away from native cultures. They are poison.\n Anthropologists may not mind being dissected for their science, but a", "The rest of their clan showed up at the foot of the stairs and made a\n great ruckus while I finished welding the door shut. Running through the\n crowd, I faced up to the First Lizard in his tub. He sank slowly beneath\n the surface.", "I wasn’t going to play with the fuel problem at all. It would be\n far easier to install a new power plant. I had one in the ship that was", "wings obviously had nothing to do with our flight. But it was impressive\n enough for the natives. The first one that spotted me screamed and\n dropped over on his back. The others came running. They milled and", "This raised a buzz of conversation behind me, but got no rise out of the\n chief. He sank slowly into the water until only his eyes were showing. I", "served the temple. All went well until one of the priests violated the\n temple and destroyed the holy waters. There had been revolt, strife,\n murder and destruction since then. But still the holy waters would not", "The lizards cringed and I set my Solar for a narrow beam and ran it\n around the door jamb. There was a great crunching and banging from the", "The local torturer sniffled a bit and threw a little more charcoal on\n the fire. The gate crashed open and I stalked through; then it banged to\n behind me and I was alone in the dark.", "started\n the trouble. It wasn’t going to be ended\n by just reversing the water-valve switch. This valve was supposed to be", "He rambled on. “How I wish that were all it took! I would have a\n fleet of parts ships and junior mechanics to install them. But its not", "Diplomacy was called for. I sighed and dragged out the plastiflesh\n equipment.\nWorking", "I leaned out quickly, grabbed it and threw it into the air with a single\n motion. Before it could fall, I had my Solar out and, with a wide-angle\n shot, burned the contract to ashes.", "Why this beacon had been built within reach of the local claws, I had\n yet to find out. But that would come in time. The first thing to do was\n make contact. To make contact, you have to know the local language.", "The Old Man leaned over his desk, breathing into my face. “It\n would take a year to install a new beacon—besides being too", "“Stop!” I thundered before he got so far in that he\n couldn’t back out. “I said your ancestors sent me as" ], [ "goat-boy—he herded a particularly loathsome form of local life in\n the swamps outside the town. I had one of the working eyes dig a cave in\n an outcropping of rock and wait for him.", "had been out of touch with things since his death and Goat-boy happily\n filled him in.", "Goat-boy stopped as if he’d been shot. Before he could move, I\n pushed a switch and a handful of the local currency, wampum-type shells,\n rolled out of the cave and landed at his feet.", "When he passed next day, I whispered into the mike: “Welcome, O\n Goat-boy Grandson! This is your grandfather’s spirit speaking from\n paradise.” This fitted in with what I could make out of the local\n religion.", "The\n Old Man had that look of intense glee on his face that meant someone\n was in for a very rough time. Since we were alone, it took no great feat", "“Here is some money from paradise, because you have been a good\n boy.” Not really from paradise—I had lifted it from the", "least stay and talk to him. This was what I was aiming to do with the\n Centaurians.", "waters flow again, I will laugh as I hurl myself on the burning\n iron.”\nHe\n took a good thirty seconds to think it over and had to agree with me.", "The local torturer sniffled a bit and threw a little more charcoal on\n the fire. The gate crashed open and I stalked through; then it banged to\n behind me and I was alone in the dark.", "I had got turned around after the eye-burning and my flying beast hooked\n onto me backward. I had meant to sail out bravely, blind eyes facing", "After that, Grandpa in paradise had many heart-to-heart talks with\n Grandson, who found the heavenly loot more than he could resist. Grandpa", "“It has been decided,” a lizard said, “that you shall\n remain here forever and tend the Holy Waters. We will stay with you and\n serve your every need.”", "A delightful prospect, eternity spent in a locked beacon with three\n blind lizards. In spite of their hospitality, I couldn’t accept.", "“Stop!” I thundered before he got so far in that he\n couldn’t back out. “I said your ancestors sent me as", "as he stirred up the coals, pulled out the ruddiest iron and turned\n toward me. He was just drawing a bead on my right eyeball when my brain\n got back in gear.", "his papers. Just as I reached the door, he looked up and impaled me on\n his finger again.", "When the head was done, I peeled it off and attached it to an attractive\n suit of green plastic, complete with tail. I was really glad they had", "This raised a buzz of conversation behind me, but got no rise out of the\n chief. He sank slowly into the water until only his eyes were showing. I", "only to help them restore the flow of the waters. They bought this,\n tentatively, and we all heaved out of the tub and trickled muddy paths", "crate. They spent most of the day sweating the heavy box up through the\n narrow temple stairs and I enjoyed a good sleep. It was resting inside\n the beacon door when I woke up.\nThe" ], [ "wings obviously had nothing to do with our flight. But it was impressive\n enough for the natives. The first one that spotted me screamed and\n dropped over on his back. The others came running. They milled and", "Some of the more credulous natives prostrated themselves and others fled\n screaming. One doubtful type raised a spear, but no one else tried that", "Goat-boy stopped as if he’d been shot. Before he could move, I\n pushed a switch and a handful of the local currency, wampum-type shells,\n rolled out of the cave and landed at his feet.", "as he stirred up the coals, pulled out the ruddiest iron and turned\n toward me. He was just drawing a bead on my right eyeball when my brain\n got back in gear.", "When he passed next day, I whispered into the mike: “Welcome, O\n Goat-boy Grandson! This is your grandfather’s spirit speaking from\n paradise.” This fitted in with what I could make out of the local\n religion.", "We travel in well-stocked ships that carry a little bit of everything;\n only one man to a ship because that is all it takes to operate the", "The natives chomped and rattled and the translation rolled out almost\n instantly. I had the volume turned up and the whole square echoed.", "Normally, a repairman stays away from native cultures. They are poison.\n Anthropologists may not mind being dissected for their science, but a", "native mind. It’s logical. If I were an ignorant aborigine of\n Earth and I ran into a Spican, who looks like a two-foot gob of dried", "Why this beacon had been built within reach of the local claws, I had\n yet to find out. But that would come in time. The first thing to do was\n make contact. To make contact, you have to know the local language.", "It took off straight up a bit faster than I wanted; little pieces of\n wind-torn plastic rained down. While the crowd was ogling this ascent, I\n walked through the temple doors.", "the ancient directions and finally located the right area. Staying\n outside the atmosphere, I sent a flying eye down to look things over. In\n this business, you learn early when and where to risk your own skin. The", "tails. The lizards didn’t wear clothes and I wanted to take along\n a lot of electronic equipment. I built the tail over a metal frame that\n anchored around my waist. Then I filled the frame with all the equipment", "That night I took the ship down into the hills nearest the pyramid, an\n out-of-the-way dry spot where the amphibious natives would never go. A", "This raised a buzz of conversation behind me, but got no rise out of the\n chief. He sank slowly into the water until only his eyes were showing. I", "the MT could give a running translation of any conversation it heard, I\n figured it was time to make a contact.\nI found\n him easily enough. He was the Centaurian version of a", "blind could enter the Holy of Holies.” I’d swear he was\n smiling, if thirty teeth peeking out of what looked like a crack in an\n old suitcase can be called smiling.", "goat-boy—he herded a particularly loathsome form of local life in\n the swamps outside the town. I had one of the working eyes dig a cave in\n an outcropping of rock and wait for him.", "wear whatever. Other parts they had beefed up, figuring they would wear,\n but slowly. The water-feed pipe from the roof, for example. The pipe\n walls were at least three meters thick—and the pipe opening itself", "It must have been a grand sight. The eye was camouflaged to look like a\n flying lizard, sort of a cardboard pterodactyl, and the slowly flapping" ], [ "Some of the more credulous natives prostrated themselves and others fled\n screaming. One doubtful type raised a spear, but no one else tried that", "wings obviously had nothing to do with our flight. But it was impressive\n enough for the natives. The first one that spotted me screamed and\n dropped over on his back. The others came running. They milled and", "When he passed next day, I whispered into the mike: “Welcome, O\n Goat-boy Grandson! This is your grandfather’s spirit speaking from\n paradise.” This fitted in with what I could make out of the local\n religion.", "“Stop!” I thundered before he got so far in that he\n couldn’t back out. “I said your ancestors sent me as", "The natives chomped and rattled and the translation rolled out almost\n instantly. I had the volume turned up and the whole square echoed.", "Goat-boy stopped as if he’d been shot. Before he could move, I\n pushed a switch and a handful of the local currency, wampum-type shells,\n rolled out of the cave and landed at his feet.", "native mind. It’s logical. If I were an ignorant aborigine of\n Earth and I ran into a Spican, who looks like a two-foot gob of dried", "I drew up my scaly figure in a noble gesture and pointed toward the\n ceiling. “I come from your ancestors to help you. I am here to\n restore the Holy Waters.”", "This raised a buzz of conversation behind me, but got no rise out of the\n chief. He sank slowly into the water until only his eyes were showing. I", "The First Lizard knew I was talking sense then and immediately called a\n meeting of the shamans. It, of course, took place in the public bathtub", "didn’t hurt the natives. It caused mutations that bred true.", "blind could enter the Holy of Holies.” I’d swear he was\n smiling, if thirty teeth peeking out of what looked like a crack in an\n old suitcase can be called smiling.", "as he stirred up the coals, pulled out the ruddiest iron and turned\n toward me. He was just drawing a bead on my right eyeball when my brain\n got back in gear.", "“You are a liar! You are no ancestor of ours! We\n will—”", "Normally, a repairman stays away from native cultures. They are poison.\n Anthropologists may not mind being dissected for their science, but a", "served the temple. All went well until one of the priests violated the\n temple and destroyed the holy waters. There had been revolt, strife,\n murder and destruction since then. But still the holy waters would not", "only to help them restore the flow of the waters. They bought this,\n tentatively, and we all heaved out of the tub and trickled muddy paths", "A cry went up from the crowd as I dropped the iron and staggered in\n blind circles. I must admit it went off pretty well.\nBefore", "goat-boy—he herded a particularly loathsome form of local life in\n the swamps outside the town. I had one of the working eyes dig a cave in\n an outcropping of rock and wait for him.", "“Undoubtedly you know of the rule,” he said. “Because\n the old priests did pry and peer, it was ruled henceforth that only the" ], [ "It took off straight up a bit faster than I wanted; little pieces of\n wind-torn plastic rained down. While the crowd was ogling this ascent, I\n walked through the temple doors.", "hoped I wasn’t breaking too many taboos by going in. I\n wasn’t stopped, so it looked all right. The temple was a single", "blind could enter the Holy of Holies.” I’d swear he was\n smiling, if thirty teeth peeking out of what looked like a crack in an\n old suitcase can be called smiling.", "mobbed and piled on top of one another, and by that time I had landed in\n the plaza fronting the temple. The priesthood arrived.", "Before they could think up a good answer, I was inside.\nThe\n temple was a small one built against the base of the pyramid. I", "served the temple. All went well until one of the priests violated the\n temple and destroyed the holy waters. There had been revolt, strife,\n murder and destruction since then. But still the holy waters would not", "crate. They spent most of the day sweating the heavy box up through the\n narrow temple stairs and I enjoyed a good sleep. It was resting inside\n the beacon door when I woke up.\nThe", "forbid entrance to the Inner Temple forever; though, out of kindness,\n they will let the waters flow. Now I must return—on with the\n ceremony!”", "they were loaded in a metal crate. In the darkest hour before dawn, the\n heavy-duty eye dropped the crate outside the temple and darted away\n without being seen.", "The local torturer sniffled a bit and threw a little more charcoal on\n the fire. The gate crashed open and I stalked through; then it banged to\n behind me and I was alone in the dark.", "He was also signaling to him an underpriest who carried a brazier of\n charcoal complete with red-hot irons. All I could do was stand and watch", "shaken its stone walls. Shaking my hands once over my head, I went down\n for the eye-burning ceremony.", "little before dawn, the eye hooked onto my shoulders and we sailed\n straight up. We hovered above the temple at about 2,000 meters, until it\n was light, then dropped straight down.", "But not for long—there was a shuffling nearby and I took a chance\n and turned on my flash. Three priests were groping toward me, their", "I folded my arms in a regal stance. “Greetings, O noble servers of\n the Great God,” I said. Of course I didn’t say it out loud,", "Three: The priests should be satisfied. The water was running again, my\n eyes had been duly burned out, and they were back in business. Which\n added up to—", "The\n Old Man had that look of intense glee on his face that meant someone\n was in for a very rough time. Since we were alone, it took no great feat", "There were a few minutes while the water began to gurgle down through\n the dry pipe. Then a roar came from outside the pyramid that must have", "This raised a buzz of conversation behind me, but got no rise out of the\n chief. He sank slowly into the water until only his eyes were showing. I", "“Undoubtedly you know of the rule,” he said. “Because\n the old priests did pry and peer, it was ruled henceforth that only the" ], [ "It would have been easy enough if we were allowed a little mayhem. I\n could have had a lizard fry, fixed the beacon and taken off. Only", "Diplomacy was called for. I sighed and dragged out the plastiflesh\n equipment.\nWorking", "of intelligence to figure it would be me. I talked first, bold attack\n being the best defense and so forth.", "as he stirred up the coals, pulled out the ruddiest iron and turned\n toward me. He was just drawing a bead on my right eyeball when my brain\n got back in gear.", "Some of the more credulous natives prostrated themselves and others fled\n screaming. One doubtful type raised a spear, but no one else tried that", "“Stop!” I thundered before he got so far in that he\n couldn’t back out. “I said your ancestors sent me as", "The\n Old Man had that look of intense glee on his face that meant someone\n was in for a very rough time. Since we were alone, it took no great feat", "“I should have said a\n duplicate\n of your contract—like this\n one here.” He made a quick note on his secretary plate. “I", "“What lack of courtesy!” I shouted. He made little bubbles\n in the water. “The ancestors are annoyed and have decided to", "waters flow again, I will laugh as I hurl myself on the burning\n iron.”\nHe\n took a good thirty seconds to think it over and had to agree with me.", "served the temple. All went well until one of the priests violated the\n temple and destroyed the holy waters. There had been revolt, strife,\n murder and destruction since then. But still the holy waters would not", "The local torturer sniffled a bit and threw a little more charcoal on\n the fire. The gate crashed open and I stalked through; then it banged to\n behind me and I was alone in the dark.", "Goat-boy stopped as if he’d been shot. Before he could move, I\n pushed a switch and a handful of the local currency, wampum-type shells,\n rolled out of the cave and landed at his feet.", "like that at all. I have a fleet of expensive ships that are equipped to\n do almost anything—manned by a bunch of irresponsibles like\n you\n .”", "This raised a buzz of conversation behind me, but got no rise out of the\n chief. He sank slowly into the water until only his eyes were showing. I", "The rest of their clan showed up at the foot of the stairs and made a\n great ruckus while I finished welding the door shut. Running through the\n crowd, I faced up to the First Lizard in his tub. He sank slowly beneath\n the surface.", "in a poke; they just stood and muttered. I had to take the offensive\n again.", "I smiled, a little weakly, I’m afraid, as if I had never meant to\n keep that account a secret. His spies were getting more efficient every", "“You are a liar! You are no ancestor of ours! We\n will—”", "irritate the things who had built the pyramid. A great beginning for a\n job and one clearly designed to drive a stronger man than me to the\n bottle." ] ]

[ "Which old lady helps Coulter return home?", "Why did the Moon stations blow up?", "Which of the following does the title of the story likely reference?", "Why does Coulter help Kovacs on leave?", "What was the ping that Coulter heard?" ]

[ [ "Sylvia", "Both old ladies", "Mrs. RSF", "Mrs. RVS" ], [ "Reds blew it up", "Accident", "Americans blew it up", "Unclear" ], [ "The Space Race", "The Arms Race", "How Coulter treats women", "How spaceships work" ], [ "Coulter doesn't want to be distracted by Marge anymore", "To get Kovacs away from the armaments", "Coulter feels embarrassed for Kovacs", "Coulter likes Kovacs" ], [ "The sound of the lopsided rocket plume in the Red ship", "The sound of an impact in the fuel tanks", "The sound of the cabin depressurizing", "The sound of the Red pilot killing his RV" ] ]

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[ [ "in alarmed little jumps, but when\n they were headed home, she inched\n along in serene contentment, or if\n they were coasting, sneaked triumphantly", "Sylvia always came back first. Inviting\n smile and outstretched hands.\n Nyloned knees, pink sweater, and", "Coulter chuckled at the ad lib way\n they operated, remembering the\n courses, the tests, the procedures practiced\n until they could do them backwards", "days at the cottage intrigued her, and\n when he described how smitten\n Kovacs had been, she brightened up\n and agreed to come. He switched off,", "steadily. He didn't blame the old\n ladies for worrying. With one hour\n of fuel at 5 G's, you didn't fire a\n single squirt unless there was a good", "to himself. \"Blow! Blow!\"\nAnd she blew. Like a dirty ragged\n bit of fireworks, throwing tiny handfuls\n of sparks into the blackness.", "Coulter shook his head at the memory.\n And on the last mission they'd\n been lucky to get a draw. Those boys\n were good shots.", "\"O.K., let me know as soon as you\n have his course.\" Coulter squashed\n out his cigar and began his cockpit", "kid.\"\nI think she loves me. She was just\n mad because I got drunk.\nThe tension of approaching combat\n suddenly blended with the memory,", "friend a favor, and she'd still have\n Paul all to herself, she calmed down.\n They made their arrangements quickly,\n and switched off.", "Mrs. RSF kept track of how much\n more fuel they had than they needed\n to get home. When they were moving\n away from station, she dropped", "it, and opened it again. He tossed\n a sardonic salute at the photograph\n of a young lady who graced the side\n of the cockpit. \"Wish us luck, sugar.\"", "They glowed with admiration. The\n oldest boy, about eleven, had true\n worship in his eyes. He hesitated a\n moment, then asked gravely: \"Would", "That Red had\n looked easy, the way he was wandering\n around. He hadn't spotted them\n until they were well into their run,", "arm. The hunger that had lain undisguised\n on Kovacs' face the moment\n he first saw them. Marge was\n a striking blonde with a direct manner,", "Then Jean, cool and self-possessed\n and slightly disapproving,\n with warmth and humor peeping\n through from underneath when she", "\"Honey, I've been so scared you\n weren't coming back. Where are you?\n When will I see you? Why didn't\n you write?...\" She sputtered to a\n stop as he held up both hands in\n defense.", "during a fight when he had no more\n idea of his position than what the\n old ladies told him, and what he\n could see of the Sun, the Earth, and\n the Moon.", "Her hesitation was only momentary.\n \"Well, I was going out—with\n a girl friend. But she'll understand.\n What's up?\"", "to feel like an old man. He pictured\n himself lecturing to a group of eager\n kids.\nHad a couple of close calls, those\n last two missions." ], [ "A year later the Moon station had\n \"blown up.\" No warning. No survivors.\n Just a brand-new medium-sized", "enough. There wasn't going to be\n any Moon station until one government\n ruled Earth. Or until the United\n States and Russia figured out a way", "satellites, though naturally they were\n on permanent alert. There just wasn't\n going to be any Moon station for a\n while. Nobody knew what there", "the race for a permanent station on\n the Moon. What a grind it had been,\n bringing in the supplies.", "crater. And six months later,\n the new station, almost completed,\n went up again. The diplomats had\n buzzed like hornets, with accusations", "might be on the Moon, but if one\n side couldn't have it, then the other\n side wasn't going to have it either.", "miles out. He set course for Earth at\n about five and a half mps, which\n Johnson calculated to bring them in\n on the station on the \"going away\"", "steadily. He didn't blame the old\n ladies for worrying. With one hour\n of fuel at 5 G's, you didn't fire a\n single squirt unless there was a good", "Coulter watched the pip move into\n his sightscreen. It settled less than a\n degree off dead center. He made the\n final corrections in course, set the air\n pressure control to eight pounds, and\n locked his helmet.", "Back on Earth, there was no war. The\n statesmen talked, held conferences,\n played international chess as ever.\n Neither side bothered the other's", "side of its orbit, and settled back for\n the tedious two hours of free wheeling.\n For ten or fifteen minutes, the\n interphone crackled with the gregariousness", "Mrs. RSF kept track of how much\n more fuel they had than they needed\n to get home. When they were moving\n away from station, she dropped", "and threats, but nothing could be\n proven—there\nwere\nbombs stored at\n the station. The implication was clear", "Anyway, he was just a space\n jockey, doing his job in this screwball\n fight out here in the empty reaches.", "something nagging at his mind all\n the time, as though the ships had\n been sabotaged. A couple of pilots\n had gone nuts in the \"spindizzy,\"", "enemy's track. And as the shape of\n the plume told him the other ship\n was still heading back toward Earth,\n he brought the throttle back up to", "spaceman, for one thing. One of those\n illogical but powerful distinctions\n that sub-divided the men of the station.\n And he was a little too polite to", "fouling up the ships so they had\n to call the pilot's head \"up.\" There\n was something comforting about it.\n He'd driven a couple of the experimental", "His eyes and hands were busy in\n the familiar procedure, readying the\n ship for combat, checking and re-checking\n the details that could mean\n life and death, but his mind watched\n disembodied, yearning back to earth.", "there was a little margin left over for\n weapons. Back a year ago, the average\n patrol was nothing but a sightseeing\n tour. Not that there was much to see," ], [ "There he is!\nAt eighteen miles\n from target, a tiny blue light flickered\n ahead. He forgot everything but the\n sightscreen, concentrating on keeping", "to himself. \"Blow! Blow!\"\nAnd she blew. Like a dirty ragged\n bit of fireworks, throwing tiny handfuls\n of sparks into the blackness.", "They glowed with admiration. The\n oldest boy, about eleven, had true\n worship in his eyes. He hesitated a\n moment, then asked gravely: \"Would", "way the girls looked at the silver\n rocket on his chest. But he didn't\n feel as lucky as he used to. Twenty-nine\n years old, and he was starting", "Something glowed red for a while,\n and slowly faded.\nThere, but for the grace of God....\nPaul shuddered in a confused\n mixture of relief and revulsion.", "And Johnny answered, hurt,\n \"What do you think I'm doing down\n here—reading one of your magazines?\"", "starting on the count ... five—four—three—two—one—go!\"\n He completed\n the operation in silence, remarking\n to himself how lucky he was", "of his canopy in the direction indicated,\n and smiled to himself at the\n instinctive reaction. Nothing there\n but the familiar starry backdrop, the", "it, and opened it again. He tossed\n a sardonic salute at the photograph\n of a young lady who graced the side\n of the cockpit. \"Wish us luck, sugar.\"", "in alarmed little jumps, but when\n they were headed home, she inched\n along in serene contentment, or if\n they were coasting, sneaked triumphantly", "He thought of his father, rocking\n on the porch of the Pennsylvania\n farm, pipe in his mouth, the weathered", "at the unmoving firmament and\n knowing he was a projectile hurtling\n two miles each second straight at a\n clump of metal and flesh that was", "Paul eyed the time-honored weapon\n that dangled from the youngster's\n hand. He bent over and tapped it\n with his finger. His voice was warm\n and confiding, but his eyes were far\n away.", "\"I think next we're going to try\n a slingshot,\" he said.\nTHE END\nTranscriber's Note:", "that clinging, clinging white silk\n skirt. A whirling montage of laughing,\n challenging eyes and tossing sky-black\n hair and soft arms tightening\n around his neck.", "As the field cleared, he could see that\n the plume was flaring unevenly, flickering\n red and orange along one side.\n Quietly and viciously, he was talking", "the rain dance at the pueblo. For the\n hundredth time, he went over what\n he remembered of their last date,\n seeing the gleam of her shoulder, and", "smiled. A lazy, crinkly kind of smile,\n like Christmas lights going on one\n by one. He wished he'd acted more\n grown up that night they watched", "calm, feeling and hearing nothing\n but the slow pounding of their own\n heartbeats. Each time he got back, it\n faded away, and all he remembered", "\"If Ah wasn't lookin' at it, Ah\n wouldn't believe it. Musta been one\n of his shells went right around the" ], [ "It wasn't until he got back to his\n stall, and started to write his father\n a long overdue letter, that he remembered\n he had heard Kovacs say he\n was going on leave.", "arm. The hunger that had lain undisguised\n on Kovacs' face the moment\n he first saw them. Marge was\n a striking blonde with a direct manner,", "Kovacs was a quiet, intelligent kid,\n devoted to his work. Coulter wasn't\n too intimate with him. He wasn't a", "Kovacs had been impressed when\n Paul asked if he'd care to room together\n while they were on leave. He", "who liked men, especially orbit\n station men. He hadn't thought about\n the incident since then, but the look\n in Kovacs' eyes kept coming back to", "They don't leave those things lying\n around. Kovacs watches them like a\n mother hen. I think he counts them\n twice a day.\"", "It was a ticklish job explaining\n about Kovacs, but when she understood\n that he just wanted to do a", "days at the cottage intrigued her, and\n when he described how smitten\n Kovacs had been, she brightened up\n and agreed to come. He switched off,", "for the leave he'd passed up at his\n fiftieth mission. He'd considered taking\n it several times, but the thought\n of leaving the squadron, even for a", "\"O.K., let me know as soon as you\n have his course.\" Coulter squashed\n out his cigar and began his cockpit", "Coulter watched the pip move into\n his sightscreen. It settled less than a\n degree off dead center. He made the\n final corrections in course, set the air\n pressure control to eight pounds, and\n locked his helmet.", "His eyes and hands were busy in\n the familiar procedure, readying the\n ship for combat, checking and re-checking\n the details that could mean\n life and death, but his mind watched\n disembodied, yearning back to earth.", "Coulter chuckled at the ad lib way\n they operated, remembering the\n courses, the tests, the procedures practiced\n until they could do them backwards", "that was good enough for Coulter.\n He'd submitted a report on it to\n Colonel Silton.", "Coulter advanced the throttle to\n 5 G's. And with the hiss of power,\n SF 308 began the deadly, intricate,", "Coulter shook his head at the memory.\n And on the last mission they'd\n been lucky to get a draw. Those boys\n were good shots.", "Kovacs and the kids were waiting.\n The armament officer had apparently\n been telling them of Paul's exploits.", "Captain Paul Coulter, commanding\n Space Fighter 308, 58th Squadron,\n 33rd Fighter Wing, glanced up out", "steadily. He didn't blame the old\n ladies for worrying. With one hour\n of fuel at 5 G's, you didn't fire a\n single squirt unless there was a good", "fouling up the ships so they had\n to call the pilot's head \"up.\" There\n was something comforting about it.\n He'd driven a couple of the experimental" ], [ "remembered that\npinging\nsound, just\n as they passed the enemy ship. He\n told Garrity to see if he could locate", "calm, feeling and hearing nothing\n but the slow pounding of their own\n heartbeats. Each time he got back, it\n faded away, and all he remembered", "Coulter watched the pip move into\n his sightscreen. It settled less than a\n degree off dead center. He made the\n final corrections in course, set the air\n pressure control to eight pounds, and\n locked his helmet.", "Coulter shook his head at the memory.\n And on the last mission they'd\n been lucky to get a draw. Those boys\n were good shots.", "slightly to center the pip. The momentary\n hiss of the rockets was a\n relief. He heard the muffled yammering\n as Guns fired a short burst", "\"O.K., let me know as soon as you\n have his course.\" Coulter squashed\n out his cigar and began his cockpit", "Was there something lopsided in the\n shape of that rocket plume, or was\n he just imagining it in the blur of\n their passing? And did he hear a\nping", "Coulter chuckled at the ad lib way\n they operated, remembering the\n courses, the tests, the procedures practiced\n until they could do them backwards", "Coulter advanced the throttle to\n 5 G's. And with the hiss of power,\n SF 308 began the deadly, intricate,", "was the excitement. But each time\n he went through it, it was worse. Just\n standing and waiting in the silence,\n praying they weren't spotted—staring", "the pip dead center. The guns hammered\n on. It seemed they'd been firing\n for centuries. At ten-mile range,\n the combat radar kicked the automatics", "fouling up the ships so they had\n to call the pilot's head \"up.\" There\n was something comforting about it.\n He'd driven a couple of the experimental", "Captain Paul Coulter, commanding\n Space Fighter 308, 58th Squadron,\n 33rd Fighter Wing, glanced up out", "And suddenly the waiting was\n over. The ship filled with vibration\n as Guns opened up.\nTwenty-five seconds", "that was good enough for Coulter.\n He'd submitted a report on it to\n Colonel Silton.", "As the field cleared, he could see that\n the plume was flaring unevenly, flickering\n red and orange along one side.\n Quietly and viciously, he was talking", "became aware that the red light\n was on for loss of air. The cabin\n pressure gauge read zero, and his\n heart throbbed into his throat as he\n remembered that", "in, turning the ship ninety\n degrees to her course in one and a\n half seconds. He heard the lee side\n firing cut out, as Garrity hung on", "Paul eyed the time-honored weapon\n that dangled from the youngster's\n hand. He bent over and tapped it\n with his finger. His voice was warm\n and confiding, but his eyes were far\n away.", "Coulter scanned the full arch of\n sky visible through the curving panels\n of the dome, thinking the turgid" ] ]

[ "Why did all the kids leave the Atomic Wonder Space Wave Trapper?", "What loophole will get other people to do the work and research of the creators of the Atomic Wonder for them?", "Why did Biff buy the toy?", "What will likely happen with the Atomic Wonder?", "What will cause the buyers to research the toy?", "Why wasn't anyone interested in the coils before the toy?", "Which of the following jobs helped someone recognize the trick of the toy?", "What was ironic about the colonel saying that all good illusions are simple?", "Which of the following most accurately represents how much money they lost selling the toy to the colonel?" ]

[ [ "Trains were more interesting", "It was boring", "It was too expensive", "It was held up by string" ], [ "Strings", "Magnetic-wave theory", "Wave Generators", "Patents" ], [ "He wanted to mess with his friends", "He wanted to see how it worked", "He saw the string", "It was only $17.95" ], [ "It will be experimented on over and over", "It will be forgotten", "No kids will buy it", "There is no way to know" ], [ "The promise of profit", "Scientific curiousity", "To find out how they were scammed", "They won't" ], [ "They didn't know about it", "They were too busy", "It was too small-scale", "They were interested" ], [ "Engineer", "Scientist", "Salesman", "Magician" ], [ "It wasn't ironic", "He did not see the thread until it was pointed out to him", "The illusion would be spotted by one of his friends", "The illusion was more complicated than he realized" ], [ "About 80 dollars", "About 15 dollars", "At least 97 dollars", "At least 18 dollars" ] ]

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[ [ "and he had set the scene well.\n He almost had them believing in the\n Space Wave Tapper before he was\n through. When the model had landed", "\"Only $17.95,\" the young man\n said, putting a large price sign on the\n table. \"For the complete set of the\n Atomic Wonder, the Space Tapper\n control box, battery and instruction\n book ...\"", "one great big magnet—that's why\n compasses always point north. Well\n ... the Atomic Wonder Space\n Wave Tapper hangs onto those space", "\"Too bad,\" the head project physicist\n said, \"I was hoping that a little\n Space Wave Tapping could help us\n out. Let me try a flight with it.\"", "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "waves. Invisibly all about us, and\n even going right through us, are the\n magnetic waves of the earth. The\n Atomic Wonder rides these waves", "At the appearance of the price\n card the crowd broke up noisily and\n the children rushed away towards the\n operating model trains. The demonstrator's", "A concerted\nahhhh\nswept through\n the crowd as the Space Wave Tapper", "Biff Hawton was too sophisticated\n to be awed. He stayed on because\n he wanted to find out what the\n trick was that made the gadget work.", "Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as\n the flight began. He was an amateur\n magician and spotted the gimmick at", "\"Inside the control box is the battery,\"\n the young man said, snapping\n it open and pointing to an ordinary\n flashlight battery. \"The current goes\n through the Power Switch and Power\n Light to the Wave Generator ...\"", "stood over six feet tall, he could\n see every detail of the demonstration.\n The children—and most of the\n parents—gaped in wide-eyed wonder.", "matter\nhow\nit works. The boys in the\n shop will get a kick out of it,\" he\n tapped the winged rocket on his", "words were lost in their\n noisy passage, and after a moment he\n sank into a gloomy silence. He put\n the control box down, yawned and", "shivered a bit, then rose slowly into\n the air. The demonstrator stepped\n back and the toy rose higher and\n higher, bobbing gently on the invisible\n waves of magnetic force that", "Every eye was on him as he put the\n gaudy model rocketship on top of the\n table and stepped back. It was made", "clicked and the light blinked on and\n off with a steady pulse. Then the\n man began to slowly turn the knob.\n \"A careful touch on the Wave Generator", "once. He kept silent with professional\n courtesy, and smiled ironically as\n the rest of the bunch grew silent one\n by one. The colonel was a good showman", "other wires ran out through the hole\n in the bottom of the control box.\n Biff Hawton turned a very quizzical\n eye on the gadget and upon the demonstrator", "The gadget was strictly,\n\n beyond any question, a toy.\n\n Not a real, workable device.\n\n Except for the way it could work" ], [ "waves. Invisibly all about us, and\n even going right through us, are the\n magnetic waves of the earth. The\n Atomic Wonder rides these waves", "don't know. But they will all be\n thinking about it and worrying about\n it. Someone is going to experiment\n in his basement—just as a hobby of", "\"Only $17.95,\" the young man\n said, putting a large price sign on the\n table. \"For the complete set of the\n Atomic Wonder, the Space Tapper\n control box, battery and instruction\n book ...\"", "\"And we have the patents....\"\n\n\n \"Correct. They will be doing the\n research that will take them out of\n the massive-lift-propulsion business\n and into the field of pure space\n flight.\"", "\"And in doing so they will be making\n us rich—whenever the time\n comes to manufacture,\" the young\n man said cynically.", "matter\nhow\nit works. The boys in the\n shop will get a kick out of it,\" he\n tapped the winged rocket on his", "course—to find the cause of the error.\n And he or someone else is going\n to find out what makes those coils\n work, or maybe a way to improve\n them!\"", "by the coils. This is going to bug\n these men. Nobody is going to ask\n them to solve the problem or concern\n themselves with it. But it will", "nag at them because they know this\n effect can't possibly exist. They'll see\n at once that the magnetic-wave theory\n is nonsense. Or perhaps true? We", "\"Let me copy the diagram, Biff, I\n could use some of those magnetic\n waves in the new bird!\"\n\n\n \"Those flashlight batteries are\n cheaper than lox, this is the thing of\n the future!\"", "\"Then the problem is out of our\n hands and into theirs. All we have to\n do now is sit back and wait for results.\"", "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "\"Inside the control box is the battery,\"\n the young man said, snapping\n it open and pointing to an ordinary\n flashlight battery. \"The current goes\n through the Power Switch and Power\n Light to the Wave Generator ...\"", "other wires ran out through the hole\n in the bottom of the control box.\n Biff Hawton turned a very quizzical\n eye on the gadget and upon the demonstrator", "\"All good illusions are simple,\"\n the colonel grunted, tracing the black\n thread with his eye. \"As long as\n there is plenty of flimflam to distract\n the viewer.\"", "magic trick this one can't be really\n demonstrated until it has been purchased.\"\n He leaned forward and whispered\n confidentially. \"I'll tell you", "at random—with a few turns of\n copper wire. Except for these coils\n the interior of the model was empty.\n The coils were wired together and", "one great big magnet—that's why\n compasses always point north. Well\n ... the Atomic Wonder Space\n Wave Tapper hangs onto those space", "Biff Hawton sprang it at the next\n Thursday-night poker party. The\n gang were all missile men and they\n cheered and jeered as he hammed", "Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as\n the flight began. He was an amateur\n magician and spotted the gimmick at" ], [ "The gadget was strictly,\n\n beyond any question, a toy.\n\n Not a real, workable device.\n\n Except for the way it could work", "\"Could you tell me how this thing\n works?\" the colonel asked, coming\n forward. The demonstrator brightened\n up and picked up one of the\n toys.", "Biff Hawton was too sophisticated\n to be awed. He stayed on because\n he wanted to find out what the\n trick was that made the gadget work.", "The thread broke again when Biff\n tried it, which got a good laugh that\n made his collar a little warm. Someone\n mentioned the poker game.", "\"Sold, my boy!\" the colonel said,\n slamming three bills down on the\n table. \"I'll give that much for it no", "\"Teddy Kaner first,\" Biff announced.\n \"He spotted it while you\n were all watching the flashing lights,\n only he didn't say anything.\"", "\"What you mean to say,\" Biff\n broke in, \"is that the juice from this\n fifteen cent battery goes through this", "\"The thread broke,\" Kaner said.\n\n\n \"You jerked it, instead of pulling\n smoothly,\" Biff said and knotted the\n broken thread. \"Here let me show\n you how to do it.\"", "Kaner slipped the ring with the\n black thread over his finger and started\n to step back.\n\n\n \"You have to turn the switch on\n first,\" Biff said.", "Biff Hawton sprang it at the next\n Thursday-night poker party. The\n gang were all missile men and they\n cheered and jeered as he hammed", "magic trick this one can't be really\n demonstrated until it has been purchased.\"\n He leaned forward and whispered\n confidentially. \"I'll tell you", "other wires ran out through the hole\n in the bottom of the control box.\n Biff Hawton turned a very quizzical\n eye on the gadget and upon the demonstrator", "once. He kept silent with professional\n courtesy, and smiled ironically as\n the rest of the bunch grew silent one\n by one. The colonel was a good showman", "matter\nhow\nit works. The boys in the\n shop will get a kick out of it,\" he\n tapped the winged rocket on his", "Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as\n the flight began. He was an amateur\n magician and spotted the gimmick at", "shivered a bit, then rose slowly into\n the air. The demonstrator stepped\n back and the toy rose higher and\n higher, bobbing gently on the invisible\n waves of magnetic force that", "\"Let me copy the diagram, Biff, I\n could use some of those magnetic\n waves in the new bird!\"\n\n\n \"Those flashlight batteries are\n cheaper than lox, this is the thing of\n the future!\"", "ILLUSTRATED BY BREY\n\n He moved his hand back smoothly,\n in a professional manner that drew\n no attention to it. The model lifted\n from the table—then crashed back\n down.", "\"All good illusions are simple,\"\n the colonel grunted, tracing the black\n thread with his eye. \"As long as\n there is plenty of flimflam to distract\n the viewer.\"", "\"Only $17.95,\" the young man\n said, putting a large price sign on the\n table. \"For the complete set of the\n Atomic Wonder, the Space Tapper\n control box, battery and instruction\n book ...\"" ], [ "waves. Invisibly all about us, and\n even going right through us, are the\n magnetic waves of the earth. The\n Atomic Wonder rides these waves", "\"Only $17.95,\" the young man\n said, putting a large price sign on the\n table. \"For the complete set of the\n Atomic Wonder, the Space Tapper\n control box, battery and instruction\n book ...\"", "don't know. But they will all be\n thinking about it and worrying about\n it. Someone is going to experiment\n in his basement—just as a hobby of", "matter\nhow\nit works. The boys in the\n shop will get a kick out of it,\" he\n tapped the winged rocket on his", "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "\"Inside the control box is the battery,\"\n the young man said, snapping\n it open and pointing to an ordinary\n flashlight battery. \"The current goes\n through the Power Switch and Power\n Light to the Wave Generator ...\"", "\"Could you tell me how this thing\n works?\" the colonel asked, coming\n forward. The demonstrator brightened\n up and picked up one of the\n toys.", "one great big magnet—that's why\n compasses always point north. Well\n ... the Atomic Wonder Space\n Wave Tapper hangs onto those space", "The gadget was strictly,\n\n beyond any question, a toy.\n\n Not a real, workable device.\n\n Except for the way it could work", "other wires ran out through the hole\n in the bottom of the control box.\n Biff Hawton turned a very quizzical\n eye on the gadget and upon the demonstrator", "clicked and the light blinked on and\n off with a steady pulse. Then the\n man began to slowly turn the knob.\n \"A careful touch on the Wave Generator", "Biff Hawton was too sophisticated\n to be awed. He stayed on because\n he wanted to find out what the\n trick was that made the gadget work.", "that—a fractional weight decrease in\n a clumsy model, certainly not enough\n to lift the weight of the generator.\n No one wrapped up in massive fuel", "Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as\n the flight began. He was an amateur\n magician and spotted the gimmick at", "nag at them because they know this\n effect can't possibly exist. They'll see\n at once that the magnetic-wave theory\n is nonsense. Or perhaps true? We", "once. He kept silent with professional\n courtesy, and smiled ironically as\n the rest of the bunch grew silent one\n by one. The colonel was a good showman", "supported it. Ever so slowly the power\n was reduced and it settled back to\n the table.", "\"And we have the patents....\"\n\n\n \"Correct. They will be doing the\n research that will take them out of\n the massive-lift-propulsion business\n and into the field of pure space\n flight.\"", "and he had set the scene well.\n He almost had them believing in the\n Space Wave Tapper before he was\n through. When the model had landed", "\"Let me copy the diagram, Biff, I\n could use some of those magnetic\n waves in the new bird!\"\n\n\n \"Those flashlight batteries are\n cheaper than lox, this is the thing of\n the future!\"" ], [ "\"Could you tell me how this thing\n works?\" the colonel asked, coming\n forward. The demonstrator brightened\n up and picked up one of the\n toys.", "The gadget was strictly,\n\n beyond any question, a toy.\n\n Not a real, workable device.\n\n Except for the way it could work", "magic trick this one can't be really\n demonstrated until it has been purchased.\"\n He leaned forward and whispered\n confidentially. \"I'll tell you", "\"Only $17.95,\" the young man\n said, putting a large price sign on the\n table. \"For the complete set of the\n Atomic Wonder, the Space Tapper\n control box, battery and instruction\n book ...\"", "matter\nhow\nit works. The boys in the\n shop will get a kick out of it,\" he\n tapped the winged rocket on his", "\"Sold, my boy!\" the colonel said,\n slamming three bills down on the\n table. \"I'll give that much for it no", "takers. If you want to buy it for that\n price....\"", "At the appearance of the price\n card the crowd broke up noisily and\n the children rushed away towards the\n operating model trains. The demonstrator's", "what I'll do though. This thing is way\n overpriced and hasn't been moving at\n all. The manager said I could let them\n go at three dollars if I could find any", "fallen arches, demonstrating\n those toy ships for every brat within\n a thousand miles. Then selling the\n things for three bucks when they\n must have cost at least a hundred dollars", "\"It's all explained right here in\n your instruction book,\" the demonstrator\n said, holding up a garishly", "shivered a bit, then rose slowly into\n the air. The demonstrator stepped\n back and the toy rose higher and\n higher, bobbing gently on the invisible\n waves of magnetic force that", "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "\"Let me copy the diagram, Biff, I\n could use some of those magnetic\n waves in the new bird!\"\n\n\n \"Those flashlight batteries are\n cheaper than lox, this is the thing of\n the future!\"", "\"Inside the control box is the battery,\"\n the young man said, snapping\n it open and pointing to an ordinary\n flashlight battery. \"The current goes\n through the Power Switch and Power\n Light to the Wave Generator ...\"", "Biff Hawton was too sophisticated\n to be awed. He stayed on because\n he wanted to find out what the\n trick was that made the gadget work.", "\"But you\ndid\nsell the ten of them\n to people who would be interested?\"\n the older man asked.", "drop eighteen bucks for six-bits\n worth of tin, I want to know what\n I'm getting.\"", "course—to find the cause of the error.\n And he or someone else is going\n to find out what makes those coils\n work, or maybe a way to improve\n them!\"", "\"All good illusions are simple,\"\n the colonel grunted, tracing the black\n thread with his eye. \"As long as\n there is plenty of flimflam to distract\n the viewer.\"" ], [ "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "The gadget was strictly,\n\n beyond any question, a toy.\n\n Not a real, workable device.\n\n Except for the way it could work", "\"Could you tell me how this thing\n works?\" the colonel asked, coming\n forward. The demonstrator brightened\n up and picked up one of the\n toys.", "by the coils. This is going to bug\n these men. Nobody is going to ask\n them to solve the problem or concern\n themselves with it. But it will", "at random—with a few turns of\n copper wire. Except for these coils\n the interior of the model was empty.\n The coils were wired together and", "Biff Hawton was too sophisticated\n to be awed. He stayed on because\n he wanted to find out what the\n trick was that made the gadget work.", "shivered a bit, then rose slowly into\n the air. The demonstrator stepped\n back and the toy rose higher and\n higher, bobbing gently on the invisible\n waves of magnetic force that", "other wires ran out through the hole\n in the bottom of the control box.\n Biff Hawton turned a very quizzical\n eye on the gadget and upon the demonstrator", "course—to find the cause of the error.\n And he or someone else is going\n to find out what makes those coils\n work, or maybe a way to improve\n them!\"", "through the painted surface. It rested\n on three rubber wheels and coming\n out through the bottom was a double\n strand of thin insulated wire. This", "lift the model only when the switch\n was on and two and a half volts\n flowing through the joke coils. With\n the current turned off the model was", "\"Inside the control box is the battery,\"\n the young man said, snapping\n it open and pointing to an ordinary\n flashlight battery. \"The current goes\n through the Power Switch and Power\n Light to the Wave Generator ...\"", "Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as\n the flight began. He was an amateur\n magician and spotted the gimmick at", "Every eye was on him as he put the\n gaudy model rocketship on top of the\n table and stepped back. It was made", "At the appearance of the price\n card the crowd broke up noisily and\n the children rushed away towards the\n operating model trains. The demonstrator's", "The demonstrator looked around\n carefully, then pointed. \"Strings!\" he\n said. \"Or rather a black thread. It", "\"Only $17.95,\" the young man\n said, putting a large price sign on the\n table. \"For the complete set of the\n Atomic Wonder, the Space Tapper\n control box, battery and instruction\n book ...\"", "and he had set the scene well.\n He almost had them believing in the\n Space Wave Tapper before he was\n through. When the model had landed", "\"All good illusions are simple,\"\n the colonel grunted, tracing the black\n thread with his eye. \"As long as\n there is plenty of flimflam to distract\n the viewer.\"", "matter\nhow\nit works. The boys in the\n shop will get a kick out of it,\" he\n tapped the winged rocket on his" ], [ "Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as\n the flight began. He was an amateur\n magician and spotted the gimmick at", "\"Could you tell me how this thing\n works?\" the colonel asked, coming\n forward. The demonstrator brightened\n up and picked up one of the\n toys.", "The gadget was strictly,\n\n beyond any question, a toy.\n\n Not a real, workable device.\n\n Except for the way it could work", "\"All good illusions are simple,\"\n the colonel grunted, tracing the black\n thread with his eye. \"As long as\n there is plenty of flimflam to distract\n the viewer.\"", "Biff Hawton was too sophisticated\n to be awed. He stayed on because\n he wanted to find out what the\n trick was that made the gadget work.", "magic trick this one can't be really\n demonstrated until it has been purchased.\"\n He leaned forward and whispered\n confidentially. \"I'll tell you", "\"I know,\" Kaner smiled. \"But\n that's part of illusion—the spiel and\n the misdirection. I'm going to try", "once. He kept silent with professional\n courtesy, and smiled ironically as\n the rest of the bunch grew silent one\n by one. The colonel was a good showman", "The demonstrator looked around\n carefully, then pointed. \"Strings!\" he\n said. \"Or rather a black thread. It", "shivered a bit, then rose slowly into\n the air. The demonstrator stepped\n back and the toy rose higher and\n higher, bobbing gently on the invisible\n waves of magnetic force that", "I remembered from the Bureau\n of Standards. Luckily he didn't recognize\n me. Then those two professors\n you spotted from the university.\"", "\"The thread broke,\" Kaner said.\n\n\n \"You jerked it, instead of pulling\n smoothly,\" Biff said and knotted the\n broken thread. \"Here let me show\n you how to do it.\"", "stood over six feet tall, he could\n see every detail of the demonstration.\n The children—and most of the\n parents—gaped in wide-eyed wonder.", "other wires ran out through the hole\n in the bottom of the control box.\n Biff Hawton turned a very quizzical\n eye on the gadget and upon the demonstrator", "The thread broke again when Biff\n tried it, which got a good laugh that\n made his collar a little warm. Someone\n mentioned the poker game.", "and he had set the scene well.\n He almost had them believing in the\n Space Wave Tapper before he was\n through. When the model had landed", "Every eye was on him as he put the\n gaudy model rocketship on top of the\n table and stepped back. It was made", "ILLUSTRATED BY BREY\n\n He moved his hand back smoothly,\n in a professional manner that drew\n no attention to it. The model lifted\n from the table—then crashed back\n down.", "At the appearance of the price\n card the crowd broke up noisily and\n the children rushed away towards the\n operating model trains. The demonstrator's", "\"Teddy Kaner first,\" Biff announced.\n \"He spotted it while you\n were all watching the flashing lights,\n only he didn't say anything.\"" ], [ "\"All good illusions are simple,\"\n the colonel grunted, tracing the black\n thread with his eye. \"As long as\n there is plenty of flimflam to distract\n the viewer.\"", "once. He kept silent with professional\n courtesy, and smiled ironically as\n the rest of the bunch grew silent one\n by one. The colonel was a good showman", "\"Could you tell me how this thing\n works?\" the colonel asked, coming\n forward. The demonstrator brightened\n up and picked up one of the\n toys.", "\"Sold, my boy!\" the colonel said,\n slamming three bills down on the\n table. \"I'll give that much for it no", "\"I know,\" Kaner smiled. \"But\n that's part of illusion—the spiel and\n the misdirection. I'm going to try", "and he had set the scene well.\n He almost had them believing in the\n Space Wave Tapper before he was\n through. When the model had landed", "Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as\n the flight began. He was an amateur\n magician and spotted the gimmick at", "\"And in doing so they will be making\n us rich—whenever the time\n comes to manufacture,\" the young\n man said cynically.", "\"It's all explained right here in\n your instruction book,\" the demonstrator\n said, holding up a garishly", "magic trick this one can't be really\n demonstrated until it has been purchased.\"\n He leaned forward and whispered\n confidentially. \"I'll tell you", "The thread broke again when Biff\n tried it, which got a good laugh that\n made his collar a little warm. Someone\n mentioned the poker game.", "\"Well, if you will look here,\n sir....\" He opened the hinged top.\n \"You will see the Space Wave coils", "Biff Hawton was too sophisticated\n to be awed. He stayed on because\n he wanted to find out what the\n trick was that made the gadget work.", "\"We'll all be rich, son,\" the older\n man said, patting him on the shoulder.\n \"Believe me, you're not going to", "sat on the edge of the table. Colonel\n Hawton was the only one left after\n the crowd had moved on.", "The demonstrator flushed. \"I'm\n sorry, sir,\" he stammered. \"I wasn't\n trying to hide anything. Like any", "ILLUSTRATED BY BREY\n\n He moved his hand back smoothly,\n in a professional manner that drew\n no attention to it. The model lifted\n from the table—then crashed back\n down.", "under a man's mental skin....\nBY HARRY HARRISON\nBecause there were few adults in\n the crowd, and Colonel \"Biff\" Hawton", "\"The thread broke,\" Kaner said.\n\n\n \"You jerked it, instead of pulling\n smoothly,\" Biff said and knotted the\n broken thread. \"Here let me show\n you how to do it.\"", "words were lost in their\n noisy passage, and after a moment he\n sank into a gloomy silence. He put\n the control box down, yawned and" ], [ "\"Sold, my boy!\" the colonel said,\n slamming three bills down on the\n table. \"I'll give that much for it no", "\"Could you tell me how this thing\n works?\" the colonel asked, coming\n forward. The demonstrator brightened\n up and picked up one of the\n toys.", "\"Only $17.95,\" the young man\n said, putting a large price sign on the\n table. \"For the complete set of the\n Atomic Wonder, the Space Tapper\n control box, battery and instruction\n book ...\"", "once. He kept silent with professional\n courtesy, and smiled ironically as\n the rest of the bunch grew silent one\n by one. The colonel was a good showman", "\"All good illusions are simple,\"\n the colonel grunted, tracing the black\n thread with his eye. \"As long as\n there is plenty of flimflam to distract\n the viewer.\"", "At the appearance of the price\n card the crowd broke up noisily and\n the children rushed away towards the\n operating model trains. The demonstrator's", "The gadget was strictly,\n\n beyond any question, a toy.\n\n Not a real, workable device.\n\n Except for the way it could work", "what I'll do though. This thing is way\n overpriced and hasn't been moving at\n all. The manager said I could let them\n go at three dollars if I could find any", "fallen arches, demonstrating\n those toy ships for every brat within\n a thousand miles. Then selling the\n things for three bucks when they\n must have cost at least a hundred dollars", "\"What you mean to say,\" Biff\n broke in, \"is that the juice from this\n fifteen cent battery goes through this", "magic trick this one can't be really\n demonstrated until it has been purchased.\"\n He leaned forward and whispered\n confidentially. \"I'll tell you", "The thread broke again when Biff\n tried it, which got a good laugh that\n made his collar a little warm. Someone\n mentioned the poker game.", "\"The thread broke,\" Kaner said.\n\n\n \"You jerked it, instead of pulling\n smoothly,\" Biff said and knotted the\n broken thread. \"Here let me show\n you how to do it.\"", "\"But you\ndid\nsell the ten of them\n to people who would be interested?\"\n the older man asked.", "Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as\n the flight began. He was an amateur\n magician and spotted the gimmick at", "matter\nhow\nit works. The boys in the\n shop will get a kick out of it,\" he\n tapped the winged rocket on his", "drop eighteen bucks for six-bits\n worth of tin, I want to know what\n I'm getting.\"", "\"And in doing so they will be making\n us rich—whenever the time\n comes to manufacture,\" the young\n man said cynically.", "\"Let me copy the diagram, Biff, I\n could use some of those magnetic\n waves in the new bird!\"\n\n\n \"Those flashlight batteries are\n cheaper than lox, this is the thing of\n the future!\"", "too heavy to lift. The thread broke\n every time.\n\"I still think it's a screwy idea,\"\n the young man said. \"One week getting" ] ]

[ "What is the twist of this story?", "When was Broom in prison?", "Why was the painting so clear?", "Which of the following weapons was Broom most likely wishing for?", "How did Broom travel through time?", "Which of the following did Broom recognize?", "What is referenced as the devil Broom knows?", "What language was Mr. Edward Jasperson speaking?", "Why was Broom a prisoner?", "What city does Broom wake up in?" ]

[ [ "Broom traveled to the 20th century", "Broom imagined the whole thing", "Broom was an evil man", "Broom was afraid" ], [ "1st century", "15th century", "12th century", "20th century" ], [ "Broom had never seen a painting", "Broom's fuzziness made it look clearer than it was", "It was special future paint", "It was a photograph" ], [ "A gun", "A knife", "A sword", "A pen" ], [ "By thinking about it", "We never learn", "Contarini sent him", "It was an accident" ], [ "Knife", "Stars", "Ashtray", "Typewriter" ], [ "Outside", "The past", "A knife", "The office" ], [ "Unknown language from the future", "Italian", "Unknown language from the past", "English" ], [ "We never find out", "War", "John didn't raise funds for him", "He killed a man" ], [ "New York", "London", "Unknown", "Venice" ] ]

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[ [ "This time, the blackness faded quickly. There was a face, a worried\n face, looking at him through an aperture in the stone wall. The\n surroundings were so familiar, that the bits of memory which had been", "Broom laughed. \"You have nothing to fear from me, little man. Permit me\n to introduce myself. I am Richard Broom, known as—\" He stopped, and his", "THE END", "notice before. He walked over to it and looked at the queerly-shaped\n things that lay on its shining surface. He had already decided that the\n table was no more wood than the wall, and a touch of a finger to the", "There was a dizzy, sickening whirl of mental blackness—not true\n blackness, but a mind-enveloping darkness that was filled with the\n multi-colored little sparks of thoughts and memories that scattered", "Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange\n building already seemed dreamlike, but the fear was still there. \"I", "about the same size. But they were like no other rooms he had ever seen\n before. He looked down at the floor. It was soft, almost as soft as a", "Then the pseudo-dark stopped its violent motion and became still, no\n longer scattering the fleeing memories, but merely blanketing them. And\n slowly—ever so slowly—the powerful cohesive forces that existed", "He went back into the office and looked around for something to prop the\n door open. He found a small, beautifully formed porcelain dish on one of", "caught his eye, and he stopped. It was a portrait of a man in\n unfamiliar, outlandish clothing, but Broom had seen odder clothing in\n his travels. But the thing that had stopped him was the amazing reality", "He was suddenly no longer interested in his surroundings. He felt\n trapped in this strange, silent room. He could see a light shining", "He recognized, then, the emotion that had made him turn away from the\n objects on the table and pull his hand away from the unnatural wall. It\n was fear.", "mind had adjusted. I am sorry, my friend; I had hoped we could escape.\n But now it appears that we must wait until our ransoms are paid. And I\n much fear that mine will never be paid.\"", "He felt a chill run through him. What was he doing here? How could he\n have taken it all so calmly. Afraid of man or devil, no—but this was", "than that. It was not the first time in his life he had regained\n consciousness in unfamiliar surroundings, but always before he had been\n aware that only the pattern was different, not the details.", "will\ndie. This does not frighten me, death. I am\n not afraid of what men may do to me.\" He stopped and frowned. \"But, of", "Did anyone know he was here? He had the uneasy feeling that hidden,\n unseen eyes were watching his every move, and yet he could detect", "from the walls. He stopped and looked down. This floor wasn't covered\n with the soft carpeting; it had a square, mosaic pattern, as though it", "through a door at the far end of the room—perhaps it was a way out. He\n walked toward it, trying to keep his footsteps as silent as possible as\n he moved.", "of coffee. When I came back, he was here—a big, bearded man, wearing a\n thing that looked like a monk's robe made out of gunny sack. What? No, I" ], [ "Broom outranked the little Italian, but prison can make brothers of all\n men. \"You think it's possible then, to get out of a place like this,\n simply by thinking about it?\"", "Broom laughed. \"You have nothing to fear from me, little man. Permit me\n to introduce myself. I am Richard Broom, known as—\" He stopped, and his", "The process was far from complete when Broom regained consciousness.\nBroom sat up abruptly and looked around him. The room was totally", "Prison!\n\n\n Yes, he'd been in prison. The rough clothing he was wearing was\n certainly nothing like the type of dress he was used to.", "Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange\n building already seemed dreamlike, but the fear was still there. \"I", "He was saying something in a language that Broom did not understand, and\n the tenseness in his voice betrayed his fear. Broom relaxed. He had\n nothing to fear from this little man.", "Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "Broom's eyes opened, and instantly every muscle and nerve in his\n hard-trained body tensed for action. There was a man standing in the\n doorway of the office.", "He stopped as another memory came back. He remembered being in the\n stone-walled dungeon, with its smelly straw beds, lit only by the faint\n shaft of sunlight that came from the barred window high overhead.", "plain that going into the past was impossible. Then could he, Broom, get\n back to his own time, or was he destined to stay in this—place?\n Wherever and whenever it was.", "caught his eye, and he stopped. It was a portrait of a man in\n unfamiliar, outlandish clothing, but Broom had seen odder clothing in\n his travels. But the thing that had stopped him was the amazing reality", "The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some\n segment of Eternity to reach this ... this place? Had he—", "And he looked even more frightened than Broom had been a few minutes\n before.", "hair and beard were a dark blond, and rather shaggy because of the time\n he'd spent in prison.", "Broom backed away from the window and let the curtain close. He'd had\n all of that he could take for right now. The inside of the building, his\n immediate surroundings, looked almost homey after seeing that monstrous,\n endless city outside.", "\"I won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"", "Broom decided he might as well get a good look at whatever was outside\n the building he was in. He stepped over, parted the curtains, and—\n\n\n —And gasped!", "He was not a particularly impressive man, in spite of the queer cut of\n his clothes. He was not as tall as Broom, and he looked soft and", "It wasn't, of course; it was only a painting. But the lifelike, somber\n eyes of the man were focused directly on him. Broom decided he didn't\n like the effect at all, and hurried into the next room.", "mind had adjusted. I am sorry, my friend; I had hoped we could escape.\n But now it appears that we must wait until our ransoms are paid. And I\n much fear that mine will never be paid.\"" ], [ "of the picture. It was almost as if there were a mirror there,\n reflecting the face of a man who stood invisibly before it.", "It wasn't, of course; it was only a painting. But the lifelike, somber\n eyes of the man were focused directly on him. Broom decided he didn't\n like the effect at all, and hurried into the next room.", "The room was well lit. The illumination came from the ceiling, which\n seemed to be made of some glowing, semitranslucent metal that cast a", "caught his eye, and he stopped. It was a portrait of a man in\n unfamiliar, outlandish clothing, but Broom had seen odder clothing in\n his travels. But the thing that had stopped him was the amazing reality", "It didn't matter. If necessary, he could smash the glass to get through\n the door. He stepped out into what was obviously a hallway beyond the\n door.", "And knew immediately that, no matter what it looked like, it wasn't\n wood. The illusion was there to the eye, but no wood ever had such a\n hard, smooth, glasslike surface as this. He jerked his fingertips away.", "eyes widened. Total memory flooded over him as he realized fully who he\n was and where he belonged.", "from the walls. He stopped and looked down. This floor wasn't covered\n with the soft carpeting; it had a square, mosaic pattern, as though it", "This time, the blackness faded quickly. There was a face, a worried\n face, looking at him through an aperture in the stone wall. The\n surroundings were so familiar, that the bits of memory which had been", "He recognized, then, the emotion that had made him turn away from the\n objects on the table and pull his hand away from the unnatural wall. It\n was fear.", "And what a city! At first, it was difficult for his eyes to convey their\n impressions intelligently to his brain. What they were recording was so\n unfamiliar that his brain could not decode the messages they sent.", "Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange\n building already seemed dreamlike, but the fear was still there. \"I", "notice before. He walked over to it and looked at the queerly-shaped\n things that lay on its shining surface. He had already decided that the\n table was no more wood than the wall, and a touch of a finger to the", "The only thing that looked at all familiar on the table was a sheaf of\n written material. He picked it up and glanced over the pages, noticing", "It was night time outside, and the sky was clear. He recognized the\n familiar constellations up there. But they were dimmed by the light from\n the city that stretched below him.", "He rubbed his head and looked around more carefully. It was not just\n that the room itself was unfamiliar as a whole; the effect was greater", "There were broad, well-lit streets that stretched on and on, as far as\n he could see, and beyond them, flittering fairy bridges rose into the", "There was a dizzy, sickening whirl of mental blackness—not true\n blackness, but a mind-enveloping darkness that was filled with the\n multi-colored little sparks of thoughts and memories that scattered", "Carefully, he grasped the handle of the door, twisted it, and pulled.\n And, careful as he had been, the door swung inward with surprising\n rapidity. It was a great deal thinner and lighter than he had supposed.", "He went back into the office and looked around for something to prop the\n door open. He found a small, beautifully formed porcelain dish on one of" ], [ "His wish for a weapon came back, stronger than before. The very fact\n that he had seen no one set his nerves on edge even more than the sight\n of a known enemy would have done.", "Broom laughed. \"You have nothing to fear from me, little man. Permit me\n to introduce myself. I am Richard Broom, known as—\" He stopped, and his", "Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "He was saying something in a language that Broom did not understand, and\n the tenseness in his voice betrayed his fear. Broom relaxed. He had\n nothing to fear from this little man.", "The process was far from complete when Broom regained consciousness.\nBroom sat up abruptly and looked around him. The room was totally", "might be someone else here besides himself. He looked around, wishing\n that he had a weapon of some kind. Even a knife would have made him feel\n better.", "Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange\n building already seemed dreamlike, but the fear was still there. \"I", "Broom outranked the little Italian, but prison can make brothers of all\n men. \"You think it's possible then, to get out of a place like this,\n simply by thinking about it?\"", "Broom's eyes opened, and instantly every muscle and nerve in his\n hard-trained body tensed for action. There was a man standing in the\n doorway of the office.", "And he looked even more frightened than Broom had been a few minutes\n before.", "\"I won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"", "He was not a particularly impressive man, in spite of the queer cut of\n his clothes. He was not as tall as Broom, and he looked soft and", "The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some\n segment of Eternity to reach this ... this place? Had he—", "plain that going into the past was impossible. Then could he, Broom, get\n back to his own time, or was he destined to stay in this—place?\n Wherever and whenever it was.", "Broom decided he might as well get a good look at whatever was outside\n the building he was in. He stepped over, parted the curtains, and—\n\n\n —And gasped!", "But there had been no chance of that, of course. Prisoners of war are\n hardly allowed to carry weapons with them, so none had been available.", "caught his eye, and he stopped. It was a portrait of a man in\n unfamiliar, outlandish clothing, but Broom had seen odder clothing in\n his travels. But the thing that had stopped him was the amazing reality", "Broom backed away from the window and let the curtain close. He'd had\n all of that he could take for right now. The inside of the building, his\n immediate surroundings, looked almost homey after seeing that monstrous,\n endless city outside.", "It wasn't, of course; it was only a painting. But the lifelike, somber\n eyes of the man were focused directly on him. Broom decided he didn't\n like the effect at all, and hurried into the next room.", "\"I hope, my dear Contarini,\" Broom said dryly, \"that you are not under\n the impression that\nI\nam a saint.\"" ], [ "plain that going into the past was impossible. Then could he, Broom, get\n back to his own time, or was he destined to stay in this—place?\n Wherever and whenever it was.", "The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some\n segment of Eternity to reach this ... this place? Had he—", "Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "The process was far from complete when Broom regained consciousness.\nBroom sat up abruptly and looked around him. The room was totally", "Broom laughed. \"You have nothing to fear from me, little man. Permit me\n to introduce myself. I am Richard Broom, known as—\" He stopped, and his", "He had traveled in time, that much was certain, but how far, and in\n which direction? Toward the future, obviously; Contarini had made it", "caught his eye, and he stopped. It was a portrait of a man in\n unfamiliar, outlandish clothing, but Broom had seen odder clothing in\n his travels. But the thing that had stopped him was the amazing reality", "He was saying something in a language that Broom did not understand, and\n the tenseness in his voice betrayed his fear. Broom relaxed. He had\n nothing to fear from this little man.", "Broom outranked the little Italian, but prison can make brothers of all\n men. \"You think it's possible then, to get out of a place like this,\n simply by thinking about it?\"", "Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange\n building already seemed dreamlike, but the fear was still there. \"I", "through time, at the rate of a day per day, made some memories fade. And\n some were lost entirely, while others remained clear and bright. What\n would a sudden jump of centuries do?", "Broom's eyes opened, and instantly every muscle and nerve in his\n hard-trained body tensed for action. There was a man standing in the\n doorway of the office.", "Broom backed away from the window and let the curtain close. He'd had\n all of that he could take for right now. The inside of the building, his\n immediate surroundings, looked almost homey after seeing that monstrous,\n endless city outside.", "Evidently movement through the time-river had a tendency to disorganize\n a man's memories. Well, wasn't that obvious anyway? Even normal movement", "Broom decided he might as well get a good look at whatever was outside\n the building he was in. He stepped over, parted the curtains, and—\n\n\n —And gasped!", "\"I won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"", "It didn't matter. If necessary, he could smash the glass to get through\n the door. He stepped out into what was obviously a hallway beyond the\n door.", "It wasn't, of course; it was only a painting. But the lifelike, somber\n eyes of the man were focused directly on him. Broom decided he didn't\n like the effect at all, and hurried into the next room.", "And he looked even more frightened than Broom had been a few minutes\n before.", "This time, the blackness faded quickly. There was a face, a worried\n face, looking at him through an aperture in the stone wall. The\n surroundings were so familiar, that the bits of memory which had been" ], [ "Broom laughed. \"You have nothing to fear from me, little man. Permit me\n to introduce myself. I am Richard Broom, known as—\" He stopped, and his", "The process was far from complete when Broom regained consciousness.\nBroom sat up abruptly and looked around him. The room was totally", "He was saying something in a language that Broom did not understand, and\n the tenseness in his voice betrayed his fear. Broom relaxed. He had\n nothing to fear from this little man.", "Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "Broom's eyes opened, and instantly every muscle and nerve in his\n hard-trained body tensed for action. There was a man standing in the\n doorway of the office.", "caught his eye, and he stopped. It was a portrait of a man in\n unfamiliar, outlandish clothing, but Broom had seen odder clothing in\n his travels. But the thing that had stopped him was the amazing reality", "Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange\n building already seemed dreamlike, but the fear was still there. \"I", "The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some\n segment of Eternity to reach this ... this place? Had he—", "Broom decided he might as well get a good look at whatever was outside\n the building he was in. He stepped over, parted the curtains, and—\n\n\n —And gasped!", "And he looked even more frightened than Broom had been a few minutes\n before.", "\"I won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"", "The only thing that looked at all familiar on the table was a sheaf of\n written material. He picked it up and glanced over the pages, noticing", "Broom backed away from the window and let the curtain close. He'd had\n all of that he could take for right now. The inside of the building, his\n immediate surroundings, looked almost homey after seeing that monstrous,\n endless city outside.", "Broom outranked the little Italian, but prison can make brothers of all\n men. \"You think it's possible then, to get out of a place like this,\n simply by thinking about it?\"", "It wasn't, of course; it was only a painting. But the lifelike, somber\n eyes of the man were focused directly on him. Broom decided he didn't\n like the effect at all, and hurried into the next room.", "eyes widened. Total memory flooded over him as he realized fully who he\n was and where he belonged.", "He recognized, then, the emotion that had made him turn away from the\n objects on the table and pull his hand away from the unnatural wall. It\n was fear.", "And knew immediately that, no matter what it looked like, it wasn't\n wood. The illusion was there to the eye, but no wood ever had such a\n hard, smooth, glasslike surface as this. He jerked his fingertips away.", "This time, the blackness faded quickly. There was a face, a worried\n face, looking at him through an aperture in the stone wall. The\n surroundings were so familiar, that the bits of memory which had been", "He was not a particularly impressive man, in spite of the queer cut of\n his clothes. He was not as tall as Broom, and he looked soft and" ], [ "Broom laughed. \"You have nothing to fear from me, little man. Permit me\n to introduce myself. I am Richard Broom, known as—\" He stopped, and his", "Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "He was saying something in a language that Broom did not understand, and\n the tenseness in his voice betrayed his fear. Broom relaxed. He had\n nothing to fear from this little man.", "Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange\n building already seemed dreamlike, but the fear was still there. \"I", "Broom outranked the little Italian, but prison can make brothers of all\n men. \"You think it's possible then, to get out of a place like this,\n simply by thinking about it?\"", "\"I hope, my dear Contarini,\" Broom said dryly, \"that you are not under\n the impression that\nI\nam a saint.\"", "The process was far from complete when Broom regained consciousness.\nBroom sat up abruptly and looked around him. The room was totally", "\"I won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"", "Broom's eyes opened, and instantly every muscle and nerve in his\n hard-trained body tensed for action. There was a man standing in the\n doorway of the office.", "He felt a chill run through him. What was he doing here? How could he\n have taken it all so calmly. Afraid of man or devil, no—but this was", "caught his eye, and he stopped. It was a portrait of a man in\n unfamiliar, outlandish clothing, but Broom had seen odder clothing in\n his travels. But the thing that had stopped him was the amazing reality", "living nor the dead, nor of man nor devil—which is a great deal more\n than I can say for myself. Besides, there is the blood of kings in your", "The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some\n segment of Eternity to reach this ... this place? Had he—", "Broom backed away from the window and let the curtain close. He'd had\n all of that he could take for right now. The inside of the building, his\n immediate surroundings, looked almost homey after seeing that monstrous,\n endless city outside.", "Broom decided he might as well get a good look at whatever was outside\n the building he was in. He stepped over, parted the curtains, and—\n\n\n —And gasped!", "And he looked even more frightened than Broom had been a few minutes\n before.", "Broom held back a grin. \"Then why, my Venetian friend, have you not left\n this place long since?\"", "It wasn't, of course; it was only a painting. But the lifelike, somber\n eyes of the man were focused directly on him. Broom decided he didn't\n like the effect at all, and hurried into the next room.", "\"Afraid?\" Broom raised an eyebrow. He had seen Contarini on the\n battlefield, dealing death in hand-to-hand combat, and the Italian\n hadn't impressed him as a coward.", "plain that going into the past was impossible. Then could he, Broom, get\n back to his own time, or was he destined to stay in this—place?\n Wherever and whenever it was." ], [ "space, a Mr. Edward Jasperson was speaking hurriedly into the telephone\n that stood by the electric typewriter on his desk.", "holding that in his hand when I saw him. What? Oh. Where did he go?\" Mr.\n Jasperson paused in his rush of words. \"Well, I must have gotten a", "He was saying something in a language that Broom did not understand, and\n the tenseness in his voice betrayed his fear. Broom relaxed. He had\n nothing to fear from this little man.", "Broom laughed. \"You have nothing to fear from me, little man. Permit me\n to introduce myself. I am Richard Broom, known as—\" He stopped, and his", "He stopped. What could he do now? He tried to remember the things that\n the Italian had told him to do, and he could not for the life of him", "of coffee. When I came back, he was here—a big, bearded man, wearing a\n thing that looked like a monk's robe made out of gunny sack. What? No, I", "\"I won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"", "He cradled the phone, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and dabbed\n at his damp forehead. He was a very frightened little man, but he knew\n he'd get over it by morning.", "mind had adjusted. I am sorry, my friend; I had hoped we could escape.\n But now it appears that we must wait until our ransoms are paid. And I\n much fear that mine will never be paid.\"", "He was suddenly no longer interested in his surroundings. He felt\n trapped in this strange, silent room. He could see a light shining", "couldn't remember,\" he said softly. \"I couldn't remember who I was nor\n why I had gone to that ... that place. And when I remembered, I came\n back.\"", "from the walls. He stopped and looked down. This floor wasn't covered\n with the soft carpeting; it had a square, mosaic pattern, as though it", "\"But I think you can pick him up if you hurry. With that getup on, he\n can't get very far away. All right. Thank you, Officer.\"", "Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange\n building already seemed dreamlike, but the fear was still there. \"I", "He did not hear the intruder until the man's voice echoed in the room.", "Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "He laughed at himself softly. He'd faced death a hundred times during\n the war without showing fear; this was no time to start. What would his\n men think of him if they saw him getting shaky over the mere touch of a\n woodlike wall?", "It didn't matter. If necessary, he could smash the glass to get through\n the door. He stepped out into what was obviously a hallway beyond the\n door.", "the neat characters, so unlike any that he knew. He couldn't read a word\n of it. He grinned and put the sheets back down on the smooth table top.", "His memory was improving, though. If he just let it alone, most of it\n would come back, and he could orient himself. Meanwhile, he might as" ], [ "Broom outranked the little Italian, but prison can make brothers of all\n men. \"You think it's possible then, to get out of a place like this,\n simply by thinking about it?\"", "Broom laughed. \"You have nothing to fear from me, little man. Permit me\n to introduce myself. I am Richard Broom, known as—\" He stopped, and his", "He was saying something in a language that Broom did not understand, and\n the tenseness in his voice betrayed his fear. Broom relaxed. He had\n nothing to fear from this little man.", "The process was far from complete when Broom regained consciousness.\nBroom sat up abruptly and looked around him. The room was totally", "Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange\n building already seemed dreamlike, but the fear was still there. \"I", "Prison!\n\n\n Yes, he'd been in prison. The rough clothing he was wearing was\n certainly nothing like the type of dress he was used to.", "Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "\"I won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"", "And he looked even more frightened than Broom had been a few minutes\n before.", "He stopped as another memory came back. He remembered being in the\n stone-walled dungeon, with its smelly straw beds, lit only by the faint\n shaft of sunlight that came from the barred window high overhead.", "caught his eye, and he stopped. It was a portrait of a man in\n unfamiliar, outlandish clothing, but Broom had seen odder clothing in\n his travels. But the thing that had stopped him was the amazing reality", "Broom's eyes opened, and instantly every muscle and nerve in his\n hard-trained body tensed for action. There was a man standing in the\n doorway of the office.", "plain that going into the past was impossible. Then could he, Broom, get\n back to his own time, or was he destined to stay in this—place?\n Wherever and whenever it was.", "mind had adjusted. I am sorry, my friend; I had hoped we could escape.\n But now it appears that we must wait until our ransoms are paid. And I\n much fear that mine will never be paid.\"", "The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some\n segment of Eternity to reach this ... this place? Had he—", "Broom decided he might as well get a good look at whatever was outside\n the building he was in. He stepped over, parted the curtains, and—\n\n\n —And gasped!", "He was not a particularly impressive man, in spite of the queer cut of\n his clothes. He was not as tall as Broom, and he looked soft and", "Broom held back a grin. \"Then why, my Venetian friend, have you not left\n this place long since?\"", "Broom backed away from the window and let the curtain close. He'd had\n all of that he could take for right now. The inside of the building, his\n immediate surroundings, looked almost homey after seeing that monstrous,\n endless city outside.", "But there had been no chance of that, of course. Prisoners of war are\n hardly allowed to carry weapons with them, so none had been available." ], [ "The process was far from complete when Broom regained consciousness.\nBroom sat up abruptly and looked around him. The room was totally", "Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange\n building already seemed dreamlike, but the fear was still there. \"I", "Broom backed away from the window and let the curtain close. He'd had\n all of that he could take for right now. The inside of the building, his\n immediate surroundings, looked almost homey after seeing that monstrous,\n endless city outside.", "Broom laughed. \"You have nothing to fear from me, little man. Permit me\n to introduce myself. I am Richard Broom, known as—\" He stopped, and his", "Broom's eyes opened, and instantly every muscle and nerve in his\n hard-trained body tensed for action. There was a man standing in the\n doorway of the office.", "The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some\n segment of Eternity to reach this ... this place? Had he—", "And what a city! At first, it was difficult for his eyes to convey their\n impressions intelligently to his brain. What they were recording was so\n unfamiliar that his brain could not decode the messages they sent.", "He was saying something in a language that Broom did not understand, and\n the tenseness in his voice betrayed his fear. Broom relaxed. He had\n nothing to fear from this little man.", "Broom decided he might as well get a good look at whatever was outside\n the building he was in. He stepped over, parted the curtains, and—\n\n\n —And gasped!", "Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. \"All right, my\n friend; I'll try it. What's your first lesson?\"", "caught his eye, and he stopped. It was a portrait of a man in\n unfamiliar, outlandish clothing, but Broom had seen odder clothing in\n his travels. But the thing that had stopped him was the amazing reality", "Broom outranked the little Italian, but prison can make brothers of all\n men. \"You think it's possible then, to get out of a place like this,\n simply by thinking about it?\"", "plain that going into the past was impossible. Then could he, Broom, get\n back to his own time, or was he destined to stay in this—place?\n Wherever and whenever it was.", "His memory was improving, though. If he just let it alone, most of it\n would come back, and he could orient himself. Meanwhile, he might as", "than that. It was not the first time in his life he had regained\n consciousness in unfamiliar surroundings, but always before he had been\n aware that only the pattern was different, not the details.", "And he looked even more frightened than Broom had been a few minutes\n before.", "This time, the blackness faded quickly. There was a face, a worried\n face, looking at him through an aperture in the stone wall. The\n surroundings were so familiar, that the bits of memory which had been", "It wasn't, of course; it was only a painting. But the lifelike, somber\n eyes of the man were focused directly on him. Broom decided he didn't\n like the effect at all, and hurried into the next room.", "from the walls. He stopped and looked down. This floor wasn't covered\n with the soft carpeting; it had a square, mosaic pattern, as though it", "\"I won't hurt you,\" Broom said. \"I had no intention of intruding on your\n property, but all I ask is help.\"" ] ]

[ "What was really making Joseph Partch feel so irritable?", "Why did the factory play the song \"Slam Bang Boom\" multiple times?", "How was Joseph Partch originally planning on addressing his negative feelings?", "What was the device that Bob Wills had invented?", "What did Mr. Partch need to speak with his therapist about?", "Why did Mr. Partch want to be left alone?", "What caused Mr. Partch to try out Mr. Wills' new invention?", "Why did Mr. Partch think that society involved constant noises and sounds?", "How was Mr. Partch transported to the forest?", "What caused Mr. Partch to become catatonic?" ]

[ [ "His long commute to work", "The constant noise he was exposed to ", "His wife's overly-social tendencies", "Being behind schedule at work" ], [ "To purposefully annoy Mr. Partch", "It was Mr. Partch's favorite song", "To cover the noise from the factory", "To benefit the workers mental health" ], [ "Having a glass of brandy", "Seeing his mental health doctor", "Running away to a secluded forest", "Socializing with friends after work" ], [ "Earplugs that were more comfortable when worn for extended periods of time", "A device used to reduce noise levels in loud areas", "A safer commercial rocket motor that would not harm people", "A device used to amplify extremely quiet sounds to audible levels" ], [ "He was having issues staying focused among the nosie", "He was wanting to isolate himself ", "He was having issues with anxiety", "He wasn't able to eat anymore" ], [ "He was hiding from his wife", "He was preparing the new invention for the public", "He had a lot of paperwork to complete", "He was experiencing mental health issues" ], [ "He accidentally flipped the on switch", "Curiosity about a new experience", "Mr. Wills' enthusiasm for the invention", "His supervisors expecting him to meet a deadline" ], [ "It was a product of industrialization", "To distract people from their fears", "To advertise products to people as much as possible", "To drive people insane on purpose" ], [ "On a fire engine", "He was only there mentally", "By helicopter", "He was unsure of how he arrived there" ], [ "A few hours without any sound", "The overwhelming noise of the jet engines", "Being lost in the forest by himself", "The pills that his therapist perscribed" ] ]

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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.", "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 became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "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", "Oh, everything was getting to him these days. He was in a rut, that was\n it. A rut.", "\"The shock must have been tremendous. An awful psychic blow, especially\n to a person as emotionally disturbed as Mr. Partch was.\"", "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 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.", "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.", "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", "It should have been fascinating to Partch, but somehow he couldn't make\n himself get interested in it.", "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 U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWhen Joseph got to the office his ears were aching from the noise of", "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?\"", "Joseph switched off.\nThat was a damn funny way of saying it\n, he thought.\n\"I want you to", "And then when he got home, there would be the continuous yammer of his\n wife added to the Tri-Di set going full blast and the dull food from", "\"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." ], [ "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"", "Walking through the clerical office usually made him feel better. The\n constant clatter of typewriters and office machines gave him a sense", "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.", "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", "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.", "There would be aircraft shaking the house now and then, and the cry of\n the monorail horn at intervals.", "And then when he got home, there would be the continuous yammer of his\n wife added to the Tri-Di set going full blast and the dull food from", "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", "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.", "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.", "And every twenty minutes or so, the viewer would jangle with one of\n Felicia's friends calling up, and more yammering from Felicia.", "went screaming through the streets like wounded dragons. Sirens, bells.\n Police whistles.", "Oh, everything was getting to him these days. He was in a rut, that was\n it. A rut.", "In his own office the steady din was hardly diminished despite\n soundproofing, and since he was next to an outside wall he was" ], [ "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.", "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", "\"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", "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.", "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, 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.", "It should have been fascinating to Partch, but somehow he couldn't make\n himself get interested in it.", "Joseph switched off.\nThat was a damn funny way of saying it\n, he thought.\n\"I want you to", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nWhen Joseph got to the office his ears were aching from the noise of", "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.", "Oh, everything was getting to him these days. He was in a rut, that was\n it. A rut.", "\"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, 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", "\"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?\"", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"" ], [ "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", "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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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've built it to work on ordinary 60 cycle house current,\" Wills told\n him. \"In case you should want to demonstrate it to anybody.\"", "And the machine worked on ordinary house current, Bob had said.\n\n\n Partch had an almost horrifying idea. Suppose....", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "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", "\"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.\"", "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.", "Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "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.", "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.", "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", "Joseph nodded approvingly and stared vacantly into the maze of\n transistors and tubes." ], [ "\"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", "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.", "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.", "\"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.", "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", "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", "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, 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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "And the machine worked on ordinary house current, Bob had said.\n\n\n Partch had an almost horrifying idea. Suppose....", "Oh, everything was getting to him these days. He was in a rut, that was\n it. A rut." ], [ "Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "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.\"", "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", "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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "It should have been fascinating to Partch, but somehow he couldn't make\n himself get interested in 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....", "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.", "\"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.", "\"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 ushered him out of the office, complimenting him profusely on\n the good work he was doing. Only after he was gone and Joseph was alone", "In his own office the steady din was hardly diminished despite\n soundproofing, and since he was next to an outside wall he was" ], [ "\"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.\"", "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 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", "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.\"", "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.", "And the machine worked on ordinary house current, Bob had said.\n\n\n Partch had an almost horrifying idea. Suppose....", "\"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 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", "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....", "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", "It should have been fascinating to Partch, but somehow he couldn't make\n himself get interested in it.", "\"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.\"", "Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "\"I've built it to work on ordinary 60 cycle house current,\" Wills told\n him. \"In case you should want to demonstrate it to anybody.\"", "\"Perfectly horrible. How could any modern human stand it? Two hours, he\n was alone with that machine. Imagine—\ntwo hours\nof total silence!\"", "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.", "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." ], [ "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.", "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", "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", "\"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 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", "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.", "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 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.", "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.", "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", "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", "Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "But what would Dr. Coles say about this, Partch wondered. Oh, he had to\n get a grip on himself. This was silly, childish....", "\"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.", "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", "In his own office the steady din was hardly diminished despite\n soundproofing, and since he was next to an outside wall he was", "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" ], [ "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", "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", "\"The shock must have been tremendous. An awful psychic blow, especially\n to a person as emotionally disturbed as Mr. Partch was.\"", "\"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.", "In the dream, he had been in a forest. Not just the city park, but a\nreal\nforest, one thousands of miles and centuries away from human\n civilization. A wood in which the foot of Man had never trod.", "Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "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.", "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, 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.\"", "But what would Dr. Coles say about this, Partch wondered. Oh, he had to\n get a grip on himself. This was silly, childish....", "\"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!\"", "It should have been fascinating to Partch, but somehow he couldn't make\n himself get interested in it.", "And the machine worked on ordinary house current, Bob had said.\n\n\n Partch had an almost horrifying idea. Suppose....", "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", "\"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\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.\"" ], [ "\"The shock must have been tremendous. An awful psychic blow, especially\n to a person as emotionally disturbed as Mr. Partch was.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "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", "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.", "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", "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.", "But what would Dr. Coles say about this, Partch wondered. Oh, he had to\n get a grip on himself. This was silly, childish....", "\"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", "Partch became brusque. He liked Bob, but he had work to do.", "It should have been fascinating to Partch, but somehow he couldn't make\n himself get interested in it.", "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.", "\"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.", "Oh, everything was getting to him these days. He was in a rut, that was\n it. A rut.", "And the machine worked on ordinary house current, Bob had said.\n\n\n Partch had an almost horrifying idea. Suppose....", "\"Yes, you know it\nis\nincredible how much the human mind can sometimes\n take, actually. As you say, it's a wonder it didn't kill him.\"\n\n\n He shook his head." ] ]

[ "Why was Neeshan with the Free'l?", "Why were the Free'l unable to perform magic?", "What made teaching magic to the Free'l difficult?", "Why was Neeshan willing to continue to try to teach the Free'l?", "What did the Free'l use the word \"Dreeze\" for?", "What did Neeshan originally use his tooter for?", "What was Neeshan able to use as a motivation to convince the Free'l to finally learn magic?", "Why did Neeshan give his tooter to Rhn?", "How was Neeshan made aware that the Free'l were succesfully using magic?", "Why was Neeshan turned to stone at the end of the story?" ]

[ [ "To study the demons that lived there", "To learn magic from them", "To evangelize magic to them", "To hide from his headquarters" ], [ "Neeshan was teaching them wrong on purpose", "They were not accurate enough with the steps", "They did not posses any magical ability", "They could not read the instructions that Neeshan wrote for them" ], [ "They did not want many things", "They were lazy", "All of the other choices are correct", "They were innaccurate" ], [ "It was his punishment for committing a crime", "He thought that the Free'l were right on the verge of a breakthrough", "He would receive a promotion as a wizard extremely early", "He would be allowed to return to headquarters" ], [ "Magic", "Unintelligent people", "Demons", "Inconveniences" ], [ "As a weapon", "Contacting the magical headquarters", "To conduct his magic spells", "To impress the Free'l" ], [ "Dyla melons", "New huts for the Free'l", "Getting rid of Neeshan himself", "Every Free'l getting their own tooter" ], [ "Peer-pressure by the Free'l", "Neeshan no longer needed the tooter", "Rhn stole it ", "Rhn performed a spell perfectly " ], [ "Rhn showed him that he could use magic", "He was teleported away by the Free'l", "He felt something in his ears", "Headquarters contacted him and told him" ], [ "Neeshan accidentally turned himself to stone with a spell gone wrong", "The Free'l turned him to stone on purpose as retaliation", "Headquarters turned him to stone as punishment for his failure", "The Free'l turned him to stone by accident" ] ]

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[ [ "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", "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", "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 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.", "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", "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,", "\"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 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 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.", "really. Neeshan, I think it's very mean of you.\"", "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", "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 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.", "Neeshan got up from his couch. It had begun to rain, but he didn't want\n to spend time performing a rain-repelling spell. He wanted to find Rhn." ], [ "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", "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.", "The Free'l liked magic, but they were lazy. Anything that involved\n accuracy impressed them as dreezish. And they didn't want anything.", "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.", "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", "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", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe spell the Free'l were casting ought to have drawn the moon down", "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", "Wasn't there anything to be done with these people? Even the simplest\n spell was too dreezish for them to bother with.", "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,", "The Free'l thought, the demons reported, that he was inconsiderate,\n tactless, officious, and a crashing bore. They regarded him as the", "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", "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?", "\"When you do it, it works,\" Rhn answered.\n\n\n \"Magic works when\nanybody\ndoes it. But you have to do it right.\"", "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "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. The accusatory atmosphere in the normally indifferent Free'l was\n intolerable.", "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,", "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" ], [ "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", "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.", "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", "The Free'l liked magic, but they were lazy. Anything that involved\n accuracy impressed them as dreezish. And they didn't want anything.", "\"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 sighed heavily. Getting a tooter was painful and laborious. A\n tooter was carefully fitted to an individual magician's personality; 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", "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,", "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "The Free'l thought, the demons reported, that he was inconsiderate,\n tactless, officious, and a crashing bore. They regarded him as 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", "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", "Rhn. The accusatory atmosphere in the normally indifferent Free'l was\n intolerable.", "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", "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", "Wasn't there anything to be done with these people? Even the simplest\n spell was too dreezish for them to bother with.", "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", "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?", "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.", "The message from headquarters was long, circuitous, and couched in the\n elaborate, ego-caressing ceremonial of high magic, but its gist was\n clear enough." ], [ "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.", "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 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", "\"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.", "\"Yes.\" Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons\n out around their circle. \"You see?\nThat's", "Neeshan cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. \"Look at that,\n will you!\" he exclaimed, clapping his chapped, scabby little hands", "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'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....\"", "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.", "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,", "really. Neeshan, I think it's very mean of you.\"", "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", "They were doing it\nright\n. Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his", "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", "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", "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 sat down on his couch, his elbows on his knees, his fists\n pressed against his forehead, and tried to think." ], [ "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", "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 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", "virulent head colds. It had been extended to mean almost anything\n annoying. The Free'l, who spent much of their time sitting in the rain,\n had a lot of colds in the head.", "\"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.", "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?", "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,", "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", "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 thought, the demons reported, that he was inconsiderate,\n tactless, officious, and a crashing bore. They regarded him as the", "\"Yes.\" Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons\n out around their circle. \"You see?\nThat's", "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,", "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.", "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", "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "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,", "Rhn. The accusatory atmosphere in the normally indifferent Free'l was\n intolerable.", "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 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", "\"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." ], [ "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", "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 carefully aligned the tooter, which is basically a sort of lens\n for focusing neural force, with the rising double suns. He moved his", "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 sighed heavily. Getting a tooter was painful and laborious. A\n tooter was carefully fitted to an individual magician's personality; in", "\"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!\"", "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 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 began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "They were doing it\nright\n. Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his", "together. \"It worked! I'll take the tooter home with me now.\"", "\"I'll give you my tooter,\" he said, almost choking over the words, \"if\n you'll do a spell—a simple spell, mind you—exactly right.\"", "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.", "standing in the hut, wondering what he should do next, when his big\n black-and-gold tooter in the corner gave a faint \"woof.\" That meant\n headquarters wanted to communicate with him.", "But now what was he to do? He'd given up his tooter—he had to ask\n Rhn to lend it to him when he wanted to contact headquarters—and the", "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 sat down on his couch, his elbows on his knees, his fists\n pressed against his forehead, and tried to think.", "Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said,\n \"Well....\"" ], [ "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 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", "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 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,", "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 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", "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", "Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said,\n \"Well....\"", "Magic, however, is an art of many resources, not all of them savory.\n Neeshan, in his desperation, began to invoke demons more disreputable", "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", "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 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.", "The Free'l liked magic, but they were lazy. Anything that involved\n accuracy impressed them as dreezish. And they didn't want anything.", "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." ], [ "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.", "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", "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 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 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.", "\"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!\"", "Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said,\n \"Well....\"", "Neeshan sighed heavily. Getting a tooter was painful and laborious. A\n tooter was carefully fitted to an individual magician's personality; in", "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", "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", "But now what was he to do? He'd given up his tooter—he had to ask\n Rhn to lend it to him when he wanted to contact headquarters—and the", "\"I'll give you my tooter,\" he said, almost choking over the words, \"if\n you'll do a spell—a simple spell, mind you—exactly right.\"", "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", "Rhn was standing at the edge of the swamp, luxuriating in the downpour.\n The mud had washed from his shoulders, and he was already sniffling.\n Neeshan came to the point directly.", "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.", "Neeshan got up from his couch. It had begun to rain, but he didn't want\n to spend time performing a rain-repelling spell. He wanted to find Rhn.", "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.\"", "\"A tooter like the one you have,\" said Rhn, who was ambitious.\n\n\n \"Straw for a new roof on my hut,\" said one of the older females." ], [ "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", "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.", "\"Yes.\" Neeshan turned to the Free'l, who were sharing the dyla melons\n out around their circle. \"You see?\nThat'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.", "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 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", "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", "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", "\"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 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.", "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 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", "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", "Magic, however, is an art of many resources, not all of them savory.\n Neeshan, in his desperation, began to invoke demons more disreputable", "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" ], [ "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 cursed bitterly. Rhn, however, was delighted. \"Look at that,\n will you!\" he exclaimed, clapping his chapped, scabby little hands", "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", "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", "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 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", "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", "Rhn hesitated. Neeshan felt an impulse to kick him. Then he said,\n \"Well....\"", "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 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.\"", "They were doing it\nright\n. Oh, what a satisfaction! Neeshan felt his", "really. Neeshan, I think it's very mean of you.\"", "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.", "Neeshan began his campaign immediately. Where the Free'l were, there\n was he. He was always on hand with unwanted explanations, hypercritical", "Neeshan got up from his couch. It had begun to rain, but he didn't want\n to spend time performing a rain-repelling spell. He wanted to find Rhn.", "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 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 sat down on his couch, his elbows on his knees, his fists\n pressed against his forehead, and tried to think.", "for example—in a perverse way they were proud of it), there\nwas\none\n thing they disliked intensely—Neeshan himself." ] ]

[ "Why was Rai collecting data on the forests in Kumaon?", "What were the forests of Kumaon used for traditionally?", "What are the forests of Kumaon being used for more in modern day?", "Why is studying forests and important aspect of understanding climate change?", "Why did Rai decide to start working in forestry?", "Why did Narenda want to return to the forest from the city?", "Why are people less connected with the forest than in times past?", "What is meant by \"full-stomach\" environmentalism?", "Why is Kumaon a good region for potential forest preservation?", "Why does the author think that it is important to monetarily incentivize the local population to preserve their environment?" ]

[ [ "To do research for a sporting goods company looking to build a factory there", "To determine the level of carbon sequestration happening there", "The collect census data on the number of people who live in the forest", "To do research for the government on the amount of cattle in the forest" ], [ "Small-scale farming of produce such as daikon and tomatoes", "Feed for the livestock that was raised in the area", "Protected religious sites of great cultural importance", "Burning the wood to warm nuclear families in individual houses" ], [ "Feed for the livestock that was raised in the area", "Burning the wood to warm nuclear families in individual houses", "Small-scale farming of produce such as daikon and tomatoes", "Protected religious sites of great cultural importance" ], [ "Forests consume large amounts of oxygen in the atmosphere", "Forests house a large portion of the human population", "Forests offer a great wealth of potential resources that are necessary for economic development", "Forests absorb a large amount of the carbon dioxide in the atmosphere" ], [ "He wanted be somewhere that was much different than where he grew up", "He wanted to be able to save money by not living in an urban environment", "He was forced into the field by his university ", "He was passionate about stopping climate change" ], [ "He wanted to be able to save money by not living in an urban environment", "He was tired of the heat and wanted to live somewhere rural", "Rai had asked him directly for his help", "He lost his job at the Nestle factory" ], [ "Ways of life from the past that involved the forest are less economically viable", "Technology has convinced more people to spend time indoors", "The majority of people would prefer to live in an urban environment", "People are having more children now and do not have time to spend in the forest" ], [ "Environmentalism that is based on a collective social agreement of protection", "Environmentalism that places monetary value on the long-term benefits of preservation", "Environmentalism with a focus on creating a secure network of food production", "Environmental advocates from developed nations judging people for destructive survival practices" ], [ "There is a rich history of environmentalism", "It is very bio-diverse", "All of the other choices are correct", "It has a large area of forest" ], [ "People are greedy and will exploit the environment at any possible chance", "To convince people to resist the encroachment on the environment by the government", "People have become less connected to the environment as technology has progressed", "People do not understand the importance of technological development" ] ]

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[ [ "to Kumaon to work on his dissertation, which was on", "says Rai. \"If you are talking about the forest as", "Right now, the forests of Kumaon are used primarily", "– were created to manage the forests of Kumaon. Villagers", "Kumaon's unique elements appealed to Rai. The area", "areas of forest. Nearly half the land in Kumaon was", "in the state of Uttarakhand. Rai is working with a", "to carve up the forests of Kumaon to create railway", "There are now 40 forest plots in Kumaon, and", "British control of the forests. The Kumaon Forest Grievances Committee", "the mountainous forests of Kumaon, one of two regions in", "up. And if the people of Kumaon are to use", "villagers in Kumaon set hundreds of forest fires in protest", "Amogh Rai and his colleagues need to find out how", "This was in the 1990s, when Kumaon was", "Amogh Rai is standing on a small patch of wooded", "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.", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "by Gandhi – and dependence on the forest meant the", "In Kumaon, there is a strong history of this" ], [ "Right now, the forests of Kumaon are used primarily", "areas of forest. Nearly half the land in Kumaon was", "– were created to manage the forests of Kumaon. Villagers", "In Kumaon, there is a strong history of this", "the mountainous forests of Kumaon, one of two regions in", "There are now 40 forest plots in Kumaon, and", "British control of the forests. The Kumaon Forest Grievances Committee", "up. And if the people of Kumaon are to use", "This was in the 1990s, when Kumaon was", "villagers in Kumaon set hundreds of forest fires in protest", "to carve up the forests of Kumaon to create railway", "the British, it can still be seen by Kumaonis as", "to Kumaon to work on his dissertation, which was on", "Kumaon – once an isolated area – and artificial substitutes", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "Kumaon and has three small children. He doesn’t earn much", "by Gandhi – and dependence on the forest meant the", "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.", "primarily for fodder and fuel. Traditionally, families in the area", "The Unquiet Woods, a short history of the Chipko movement" ], [ "Right now, the forests of Kumaon are used primarily", "areas of forest. Nearly half the land in Kumaon was", "– were created to manage the forests of Kumaon. Villagers", "There are now 40 forest plots in Kumaon, and", "up. And if the people of Kumaon are to use", "the mountainous forests of Kumaon, one of two regions in", "British control of the forests. The Kumaon Forest Grievances Committee", "In Kumaon, there is a strong history of this", "to carve up the forests of Kumaon to create railway", "villagers in Kumaon set hundreds of forest fires in protest", "This was in the 1990s, when Kumaon was", "Kumaon – once an isolated area – and artificial substitutes", "the British, it can still be seen by Kumaonis as", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "Kumaon and has three small children. He doesn’t earn much", "to Kumaon to work on his dissertation, which was on", "the last 10 years. The market has come to Kumaon", "Now in his forties, Narendra is from Kumaon", "forests here.\" Consultations are ongoing with villagers, various NGOs and", "During my time in Kumaon, the Paris Climate Change" ], [ "Forests are an important part of this increase. They are,", "The forests bear the carbon", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "says Rai. \"If you are talking about the forest as", "of industrialisation, she emphasises the ongoing importance of forests in", "the value of a forest. It becomes a place that", "The forests grow down hillsides into valleys and up along", "Le Quéré points out that the effect of deforestation was", "forests here.\" Consultations are ongoing with villagers, various NGOs and", "don't know how much carbon these forests are sequestering,\" says", "said, 'The forests are great, we want to protect them", "at CEDAR, Rajesh Thadani, a Yale-educated forest ecologist in", "is being absorbed by the region's forests. This is achieved", "Right now, the forests of Kumaon are used primarily", "If a value is put on the forest, then,", "climate stabilisation without it. Reforestation and afforestation is one of", "industry, which have a vested interest in promoting forestry around", "determine how much carbon is sequestered in the forests. This", "for forest maintenance. A tripartite system involving the Van", "by Gandhi – and dependence on the forest meant the" ], [ "says Rai. \"If you are talking about the forest as", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "Amogh Rai is standing on a small patch of wooded", "Kumaon's unique elements appealed to Rai. The area", "Rai started working on the project in March 2014.", "in the state of Uttarakhand. Rai is working with a", "with Rai. There is so much to be done, so", "Rai says, laughing at the wasteful absurdity of the idea.", "In 1931, the Forest Council Rules made this recommendation a formal reality and 3,000 elected forest councils –\nVan Panchayats", "by Gandhi – and dependence on the forest meant the", "to Kumaon to work on his dissertation, which was on", "and tempo of life, I suppose.\" Rai's boss at", "In 1922, the forest department's annual report conceded that", "– were created to manage the forests of Kumaon. Villagers", "to carve up the forests of Kumaon to create railway", "woodland. Right now, Rai argues, \"you only have aesthetic", "Right now, the forests of Kumaon are used primarily", "Rai says, \"the idea is that you at least need", "was taken over by the forest department which, by the", "for forest maintenance. A tripartite system involving the Van" ], [ "Narendra remembers that, in these times, when far more", "Now in his forties, Narendra is from Kumaon", "by Gandhi – and dependence on the forest meant the", "of one of his two field assistants, Narendra.", "before realising that he'd rather be back in the rural", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "rural village he came from. Haldwani, the nearby town he", "to Kumaon to work on his dissertation, which was on", "left school at 17, Narendra tells me he worked in", "says Rai. \"If you are talking about the forest as", "who also worked closely with Narendra, tells me. Good because", "place of silence and beauty,\" he says. \"Also, it is", "to the forest, quoting Thoreau to me: \"I went to", "He grew up in Delhi and was something of a tech", "This was in the 1990s, when Kumaon was", "to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to", "In 1922, the forest department's annual report conceded that", "In 1931, the Forest Council Rules made this recommendation a formal reality and 3,000 elected forest councils –\nVan Panchayats", "the forest.\"", "just loved the forest too much." ], [ "for the forest now comes less naturally. \"People don't quite", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "because the forest is less disturbed, bad because caring for", "more people kept cattle, the forest was a place almost", "using it less, but using the forest less will weaken", "There is a big difference between chopping down some trees", "says Rai. \"If you are talking about the forest as", "and the forest in the area but it has weakened,", "the value of a forest. It becomes a place that", "the forest.\"", "Right now, the forests of Kumaon are used primarily", "by Gandhi – and dependence on the forest meant the", "Narendra remembers that, in these times, when far more", "These together with forest fires intersected with outrage at the", "forest has become an externality.\"", "year, a drought has resulted in a series of forest", "the forest.", "ones who have to go and work in the forests", "forests here.\" Consultations are ongoing with villagers, various NGOs and", "\"I love the forest because it is a place" ], [ "the 'full-stomach' environmentalism of the north and the 'empty-belly'", "The 'empty-belly' environmentalism of India awakened early, a fierce", "the environment was preserved. Now, these things are changing fairly", "itself has wreaked havoc on the environment, but in a", "Spearheaded by the non-governmental Centre for Ecology Development", "social issues. His and Joan Martinez-Alier's distinction between the", "cleaning the air, cleaning the water, and so on.\"", "as a bedding for cattle,\" he says. \"The animals would", "and enjoy them? Because they are the ones who have", "place of silence and beauty,\" he says. \"Also, it is", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "the developing world. So, it is beneficial. The problem arises", "one of India's most influential thinkers on environmental and social", "used as manure.\" Today, keeping cattle has become economically unviable", "says Rai. \"If you are talking about the forest as", "As Guha and the political scientist Arun Agrawal have pointed", "fodder for livestock. This demand was seen as running contrary", "forests here.\" Consultations are ongoing with villagers, various NGOs and", "actual tree huggers: the word Chipko means 'embrace'. In", "There is a big difference between chopping down some trees" ], [ "Right now, the forests of Kumaon are used primarily", "areas of forest. Nearly half the land in Kumaon was", "the mountainous forests of Kumaon, one of two regions in", "– were created to manage the forests of Kumaon. Villagers", "up. And if the people of Kumaon are to use", "In Kumaon, there is a strong history of this", "There are now 40 forest plots in Kumaon, and", "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's unique elements appealed to Rai. The area", "to Kumaon to work on his dissertation, which was on", "the British, it can still be seen by Kumaonis as", "Kumaon and has three small children. He doesn’t earn much", "British control of the forests. The Kumaon Forest Grievances Committee", "Kumaon – once an isolated area – and artificial substitutes", "second homes in Kumaon, drawn to the area, like the", "During my time in Kumaon, the Paris Climate Change", "is in keeping with Kumaon's past. When Rajesh Thadani", "to carve up the forests of Kumaon to create railway", "the last 10 years. The market has come to Kumaon" ], [ "local people may be paid to preserve the forest by using", "people can be paid to preserve the forest. Otherwise, its", "pay local people to maintain the forests. If the project", "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.", "compensate local people for maintaining the forest. These established councils", "the forest, it's that they need money to protect the", "a community, the monetising of things like forest maintenance has", "But while the pressure on the forest to provide", "about incentive structures for the local community will begin, using", "the environment was preserved. Now, these things are changing fairly", "the developing world. So, it is beneficial. The problem arises", "forests here.\" Consultations are ongoing with villagers, various NGOs and", "pay people enough to maintain the forest, give me two", "not just about giving them an incentive to protect the", "foothills might be reimbursed for preserving the forest, Amogh", "the value of a forest. It becomes a place that", "said, 'The forests are great, we want to protect them", "payments made to local communities through the forest councils. This", "use the forest less, they need compensation, or they will", "If a value is put on the forest, then," ] ]

[ "What would the general impact of OA policies on the revenue of entire countries be? ", "How are OA journals able to generate enough income to continue operating? ", "How do researchers feel that the existence of OA journals effects their fields?", "How are authors expected to pay publishing fees for journals?", "Why are authors dissuaded from using OA journals? ", "How are hybrid OA journals different from full OA journals? ", "What is one way that OA journals have started to turn a profit? ", "In which situations do fee-based journals have the most positive impact? " ]

[ [ "It would increase the gross domestic production", "It would decrease the gross domestic production ", "It would have no effect on the economies of entire countries ", "It would only effect the countries with smaller economies " ], [ "By using funding from public sources ", "By selling blocks of subscriptions to organizations", "All of the other choices are correct ", "By charging a fee for publishing articles " ], [ "They feel it has a positive impact ", "They feel that it has a complex impact that is both positive in some ways and negative in others ", "They feel it has a negative impact ", "They feel it has no impact" ], [ "By crowdfunding from end users", "By using sponsor funding ", "Journals are barred from charging publishing fees ", "Out of their own pocket " ], [ "A lack of rights retention as it relates to their own content ", "OA journals always have a publication fee that authors must pay ", "Misleading information and surveys from toll-based research", "Toll-based journals offer a higher quality content " ], [ "Hybrid OA journals employ green OA practices while full OA journals employ gold OA practices", "Hybrid OA journals have some toll-access content and some OA content ", "Hybrid OA journals are much riskier for publishers ", "Hybrid OA journals only have toll-access content " ], [ "Offering paid physical copies of the journal ", "Selling blocks of subscriptions to academic institutions ", "Increasing the amount of toll-access subscriptions", "No longer charging authors to publish content in journals" ], [ "Research fields that are underfunded", "Whenever the topic undergoes large amounts of peer-review", "Research fields that are heavily funded", "Whenever the topic does not undergo any peer-review" ] ]

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But the economics are artificial,", "OA journals charge a publication fee on accepted articles, to", "institutional subsidies. Several studies and OA publishers have testified to", "There are reasons to think that OA journals cost less", "Apart from the myth that all OA is gold OA,", "toward OA journals.”", "not. In fact, however, when OA journals do charge", "Authors who can find the money get immediate OA, and" ], [ "OA journals pay their bills the way broadcast television and", "OA journals charge a publication fee on accepted articles, to", "Some OA journals have a subsidy from a university, library,", "and editorial operations. For example, most fee-based OA journals will", "OA publishing can be profitable but will “bring profit margins", "In fact, most OA journals (70 percent) charge no", "To support a full range of high-quality OA journals, we don’t need new money. We only need to redirect money we’re currently spending on peer-reviewed journals.", "not. 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[ "What is the white tube?", "What could Martians symbolize?", "What happens when Ethical Conditioning wears off?", "Which of the following technologies is the dreamcast most like?", "How do Martians tell their stories?", "What is Gavir's motivation?", "Why can't Gavir throw his knife?", "Why is Blue Boy an offensive nickname?", "What saved Gavir's life?", "Which of the following is an appropriate theme for this story?" ]

[ [ "A cigarette", "We don't know", "A narvoon", "A shotgun" ], [ "Emigrants", "Europeans", "They do not symbolize anything", "Indigenous peoples" ], [ "People die", "People become evil", "People feel the need to explore every experience", "People lose their sanity" ], [ "Telephone", "Internet", "Radio", "Television" ], [ "Song", "Dreamcasting", "Oral tradition", "Written word" ], [ "Fear", "Money", "Revenge", "Fame" ], [ "He is worried about losing it", "He can", "The gravity is different", "It would be illegal" ], [ "It isn't offensive", "Gavir is sad", "Gavir's whole race is blue", "Because Sylvie came up with it" ], [ "His knife", "Sylvie", "Money", "Fame" ], [ "Everyone is equal", "Revenge is bad", "Entertainment is influential", "Revenge is good" ] ]

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[ [ "She set fire to a white tube. \"This, for instance. They used to do it\n before they found out it caused cancer. Now there's no more cancer,", "As he drew his signature pictograph on the contract, Sylvie Davery\n sauntered in. She held a white tube between her painted lips. The end", "of the tube was glowing and giving off clouds of smoke. Hoppy Davery\n coughed and Sylvie winked at Gavir. Gavir straightened up, and she", "with it again and again into the gray twitching belly. Colorless blood\n ran out over the hard, tightly-stretched skin.", "contrivance of dark brown wood and black metal tubing cradled in his\n arm. \"This ancient shotgun I dedicate to your blood feud. I shall hunt\n down your enemy, Gavir!\"", "Gavir gingerly fitted the round opening in the bottom of the silvery\n globe over the top of his hairless blue skull. He pulled the globe\n down until he felt tiny filaments touching his scalp. The tips of the", "A tray of drinks rose through the floor. Sylvie frowned as she noticed\n a folded paper tucked between the glasses. She picked it up and read\n it, chuckled, and read it again, aloud.", "red caved-in place in Spurling's chest. Spurling's body sagged to the\n floor and lay there face up, eyes open. The Senile Delinquents of", "A movement caught his eye. The producer, reclining on a divan in a far\n corner of the small studio, was making some kind of signal by beating\n his fist against his forehead.", "leaped from the walls to light antique-style cigarettes. Drinks were\n refilled from nozzles of molded fire.", "Sylvie inserted a tiny gold pitchfork into a small aperture in the\n glowing, rippling surface. The flames swept aside, revealing a\n doorway. A bearded man in black tights escorted them through a", "A river of force carried him, along with thousands of\n Earthmen—godlike beings in their perfect health and their impregnable\n benignity—through the streets of the city. Platforms of force raised\n and lowered him through the city's multiple levels....", "Spurling turned. The Hat Rat saw him.\n\n\n \"The enemy!\" the Hat Rat shouted.\n\n\n The shotgun exploded.", "breasts were young and full. A jewelled clip fastened a scarlet cape\n at her neck. Her lips were a disconcertingly vivid red, apparently an", "\"Just came up to see Blue Boy. One of the crowd dreamed him last\n night. Positively manic about him. I found out he'd be with you.\"", "It was the Hat Rat. He stood between pillars of flame in the doorway\n of the Pandemonium Room of Lucifer Grotto, and there was a peculiar", "the street on which it lay was solid black pavement, not a\n force-field. He must be in the lowest level of the city. He didn't", "Gavir stiffened. They\nhad\ngotten into trouble because of his\n thoughts about MDC.\n\n\n A voice boomed out of the ceiling.", "At this a sudden change came over the producer. The standard Earth\n expression—invincible benignity—took control of his face. \"I", "broad-brimmed black hat. He carried a coiled whip in one hand. The\n Earthmen turned to one another." ], [ "\"A Martian.\"\n\n\n \"Let's give pain and death to the Martian! It will be a new\n experience—one to savor.\"\n\n\n \"Take pain, Martian!\"", "He began to enjoy it. It was rare that a Martian had an opportunity to\n knock Earthmen down. The mood of the\nSong of Going to Hunt", "Malcomb said, \"You can't expect an untrained young Martian to control\n his very thoughts. And may I point out that your tone is hostile?\"", "\"If you let that boy go back to Mars I'll never dream a Global program\n again.\"\n\n\n More voices:\n\n\n \"Enormous!\"\n\n\n \"Potent!\"", "\"That Martian boy has power. That song was a fist in the jaw. More!\"\n\n\n A woman's voice followed:", "Back to that world of hopeless fear and hatred?\nI never want to go\n back to Mars! I want to stay here!", "The sponsor was pacing back and forth in Hoppy Davery's office when\n Malcomb and Gavir arrived. Hoppy introduced him proudly. \"Mr. Jarvis\n Spurling, president of the Martian Development Corporation.\"", "She held out slim arms to him. He had no wish to refuse her. She was\n not like a Martian woman, but he found the differences exciting and", "tonight\n brings you the first native Martian to appear on the dreamwaves—Gavir\n of the Desert Men. With him is his guardian, Dr. Malcomb Rice, the", "The moderator turned to Gavir. \"Are you anxious to get back to Mars?\"\nNo!\nGavir thought. Back behind the Preserve Barrier that killed you", "\"But you did not tell me that Earthmen might try to kill me. You have\n told me that Earthmen are good and peace-loving, that there have been", "claws, to grasp and tear its prey. It was larger, stronger, faster\n than the hunter. The thin Martian air carried weirdly high-pitched", "father had tried to organize resistance to the Corporation. Mars was\n where the magic powers of the Earthmen and the helplessness of the\n Martian tribes would always protect the head of MDC from Gavir's", "about the Martian Development Corporation that were libelous! I got\n the whole thing—the Barrier, the guards, the labor pools and mines,", "Caution told Gavir to refuse. But before he could speak Spurling\n snapped, \"Disgusting! An Earth woman and a Bluie! If you were on Mars,", "of the camp as the shriveled Martian sun struck the tops of the Shakam\n hills. The hunter hefted the long, balanced narvoon, the throwing", "of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's\n intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language,\n and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth.", "The Earthmen wore black garments and furs and metal ornaments. The\n biggest of them wore a black suit, a long black cape, and a", "Mars was where Gavir's father had been pinned, bayonets through his\n hands and feet, to the wall of a shack just the other side of the", "Sylvie blew a cloud of smoke at Spurling. \"You're not on Mars, Jack.\n You're back in civilization where we do what we damned well please.\"" ], [ "know\nwhat\n I wanted to do. It was Ethical Conditioning or nothing, so I picked\n nothing. And here I am, chasing nothing.\"", "Hoppy shook his head. \"That's because you haven't had Ethical\n Conditioning. We don't have this trouble with our other performers.", "\"They seem to have outgrown their Ethical Conditioning. They live\n wildly. Violently. It's a problem without precedent, and we don't know", "He shook his head. He said, \"Sylvie, why—well, why are you the way\n you are? Why—and how—have you broken away from Ethical\n Conditioning?\"", "\"Damn right. That Ethical Conditioning slop doesn't work on me. I've\n lived too long on the frontier. And I know Bluies.\"\nIwill sign the contract,\" said Gavir.", "Malcomb smiled. \"Ethical Conditioning Keeps Society from Fissioning.\"\n He shook hands with the producer.", "apologize for having spoken sharply, but dreamcasting is a\n nerve-wracking business. If it weren't for Ethical Conditioning, I", "\"Great! Give the Senile Delinquents another workout. It's not quite\n ethical, but its good for us. But for heaven's sake, Blue Boy, keep", "about a hundred it stopped working for me. I suddenly wanted to do\n what\nI\nwanted to do. And then I found out that I didn't\nknow", "costumes and manners of some more colorful time. You try ridiculous\n things, disgusting things, vicious things. You know they're all\n nothing, but you have to do something, so you go on doing nothing,", "\"You know about the Regeneration and Rejuvenation treatment we have\n here on Earth. A variation of it was given you to acclimate you to", "She set fire to a white tube. \"This, for instance. They used to do it\n before they found out it caused cancer. Now there's no more cancer,", "At this a sudden change came over the producer. The standard Earth\n expression—invincible benignity—took control of his face. \"I", "Gavir gingerly fitted the round opening in the bottom of the silvery\n globe over the top of his hairless blue skull. He pulled the globe\n down until he felt tiny filaments touching his scalp. The tips of the", "congratulated himself. He had learned emotional control from the\n Earthmen. Here was the man who had ordered his father crucified! Yet\n he had managed to hide his instant desire to strike, to kill, to carry", "but even if there were, I'd still smoke. That's the attitude I have.\n You try things. You live in the past, if you're inclined, adopt the", "no acts of violence on Earth for many decades. You have told me that\n only the MDC men are exceptions, because they are living off Earth,\n and this somehow makes them different.\"", "red caved-in place in Spurling's chest. Spurling's body sagged to the\n floor and lay there face up, eyes open. The Senile Delinquents of", "Hoppy cut the voice off. Gavir saw that he was sweating. \"There were\ndozens\nlike that. If you want more money, I'll", "He began shouting even before Gavir removed his headset. \"What kind\n of a fool are you? Before you started that song, you dreamed things" ], [ "Then there came the dreamcast on which Gavir sang the\nSong of\n Complaint\n.", "When the dreamcast was over, a studio page ran up to Gavir. \"Mr.\n Spurling wants to see you at once, at his office.\"", "are getting to be more of them all the time. But come on. You and I\n have to go over to Global Dreamcasting and collect our fee.\"\nThe impeccably affable producer of", "it wouldn't matter. The dreamees receiving the dreamcast would hear\n the song as it\nshould\nsound, as Gavir heard it in his mind.", "You just must remember that dreamvision is the most potent\n communications medium ever devised. Be\ncareful\n.\"", "give\nyou more\n money. Say something nice about me on your next dreamcast, for\n heaven's sake!\"", "apologize for having spoken sharply, but dreamcasting is a\n nerve-wracking business. If it weren't for Ethical Conditioning, I", "They went with the producer to the upper reaches of the Global\n Dreamcasting building. There they were ushered into a huge office.", "Gavir sat down on the divan, exhausted, his song finished. He didn't\n hear the moderator winding up the dreamcast. Then the producer of the\n program was upon him.", "Flisket show, and transmitted the images which it brought up in his\n mind to his audience. A jubilant Hoppy Davery called him at his hotel\n next morning.", "\"I will,\" said Gavir.\nOn his next dreamcast Gavir sang the\nSong of the Blood Feud\n. He\n pictured a Desert Man whose father had been killed by a drock.", "He began shouting even before Gavir removed his headset. \"What kind\n of a fool are you? Before you started that song, you dreamed things", "\"If you let that boy go back to Mars I'll never dream a Global program\n again.\"\n\n\n More voices:\n\n\n \"Enormous!\"\n\n\n \"Potent!\"", "time on a really big dream-show, not just an educational 'cast. Got a\n spot on next week's Farfel Flisket Show. If he gets the right\n response, we talk about a contract. Okay?\"", "Everything that Gavir saw and heard and felt in his mind, the dreamees\n could see and hear and feel....", "As they left the Global Dreamcasting System building, Gavir said to\n Malcomb, \"Can we go to a bookstore tonight?\"", "battered face. \"I'm told you got talent. Okay, but a Bluie is a Bluie.\n I'll pay you because a Bluie on Dreamvision is good publicity for MDC", "Gavir gingerly fitted the round opening in the bottom of the silvery\n globe over the top of his hairless blue skull. He pulled the globe\n down until he felt tiny filaments touching his scalp. The tips of the", "\"Just came up to see Blue Boy. One of the crowd dreamed him last\n night. Positively manic about him. I found out he'd be with you.\"", "The moderator then said, \"\nDreaming Through the Universe\ntonight" ], [ "\"A Martian.\"\n\n\n \"Let's give pain and death to the Martian! It will be a new\n experience—one to savor.\"\n\n\n \"Take pain, Martian!\"", "\"That Martian boy has power. That song was a fist in the jaw. More!\"\n\n\n A woman's voice followed:", "He began to enjoy it. It was rare that a Martian had an opportunity to\n knock Earthmen down. The mood of the\nSong of Going to Hunt", "Malcomb said, \"You can't expect an untrained young Martian to control\n his very thoughts. And may I point out that your tone is hostile?\"", "She held out slim arms to him. He had no wish to refuse her. She was\n not like a Martian woman, but he found the differences exciting and", "claws, to grasp and tear its prey. It was larger, stronger, faster\n than the hunter. The thin Martian air carried weirdly high-pitched", "tonight\n brings you the first native Martian to appear on the dreamwaves—Gavir\n of the Desert Men. With him is his guardian, Dr. Malcomb Rice, the", "of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's\n intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language,\n and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth.", "of the camp as the shriveled Martian sun struck the tops of the Shakam\n hills. The hunter hefted the long, balanced narvoon, the throwing", "\"But you did not tell me that Earthmen might try to kill me. You have\n told me that Earthmen are good and peace-loving, that there have been", "about the Martian Development Corporation that were libelous! I got\n the whole thing—the Barrier, the guards, the labor pools and mines,", "\"If you let that boy go back to Mars I'll never dream a Global program\n again.\"\n\n\n More voices:\n\n\n \"Enormous!\"\n\n\n \"Potent!\"", "Caution told Gavir to refuse. But before he could speak Spurling\n snapped, \"Disgusting! An Earth woman and a Bluie! If you were on Mars,", "The sponsor was pacing back and forth in Hoppy Davery's office when\n Malcomb and Gavir arrived. Hoppy introduced him proudly. \"Mr. Jarvis\n Spurling, president of the Martian Development Corporation.\"", "A river of force carried him, along with thousands of\n Earthmen—godlike beings in their perfect health and their impregnable\n benignity—through the streets of the city. Platforms of force raised\n and lowered him through the city's multiple levels....", "The Earthmen wore black garments and furs and metal ornaments. The\n biggest of them wore a black suit, a long black cape, and a", "Back to that world of hopeless fear and hatred?\nI never want to go\n back to Mars! I want to stay here!", "chance. Let's make a game out of this. We'll make like we're back on\n Mars, Bluie, and you're out hunting a drock. And you find one, only", "Mars was where Gavir's father had been pinned, bayonets through his\n hands and feet, to the wall of a shack just the other side of the", "The moderator turned to Gavir. \"Are you anxious to get back to Mars?\"\nNo!\nGavir thought. Back behind the Preserve Barrier that killed you" ], [ "\"I will,\" said Gavir.\nOn his next dreamcast Gavir sang the\nSong of the Blood Feud\n. He\n pictured a Desert Man whose father had been killed by a drock.", "Gavir said, \"I will sing the\nSong of Going to Hunt\n.\" He heaved\n himself up from the divan, and, feet planted wide apart, threw back\n his head and began to howl.", "of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's\n intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language,\n and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth.", "\"Let him come and find me,\" said Gavir. \"Let us go, Sylvie.\"", "be treated.\" He unsnapped his holster and drew the square, heavy\n pistol out and pointed it at Gavir.", "Gavir contemplated her. That she was over a hundred years old was a\n little frightening. But the skin of her face and her bare upper body", "civilization is explained in books.\" Gavir wanted to learn. It was his\n only hope to find an alternative to the short, fear-ridden,\n impoverished life he foresaw for himself.", "attractive. He went to her, and he forgot entirely that she was over a\n hundred years old.\nIn the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By", "\"Why not punish them?\" said Gavir.", "Barrier, to die slowly, out of Gavir's reach. Father James told Gavir\n that the head of MDC himself had ordered the killing, because Gavir's", "\"He seemed happy to get away from me,\" said Gavir.", "Gavir spread his big blue hands. \"I am sorry. I don't want more money.\n I cannot always control the pictures I make. These images come into\n my mind even though they have nothing to do with me.\"", "Spurling's body was thrown back against Gavir. Gavir saw a huge ragged", "Gavir leaped at the Earthmen. He clubbed the man with the whip across\n the face. As the others rushed in, Gavir flailed about him with long\n arms and heavy fists.", "Gavir thought. \"Perhaps you would like the\nSong of Creation\n.\"\n\n\n \"It's part of a fertility rite,\" Malcomb explained.", "Grotto. The Hat Rat himself, who often appeared at a respectful\n distance in crowds around Gavir, now wore a wide-brimmed hat of\n brightest blue.", "Gavir took out the narvoon, grasped the blade, and drew his arm back.\n\n\n \"Gavir!\"", "contrivance of dark brown wood and black metal tubing cradled in his\n arm. \"This ancient shotgun I dedicate to your blood feud. I shall hunt\n down your enemy, Gavir!\"", "Gavir stood up. His right hand plucked at his doublet.", "sufferings that could neither be borne nor prevented. At the climax of\n the song Gavir pictured a tribal chief who refused to make fair\n division of the spoils of a hunt with his warriors. Gradually he" ], [ "The man with the whip yelled. They looked at his knife, and then all\n at once turned and ran. Gavir drew back his arm and threw the knife", "\"You're itching to go for that throwing knife,\" said Spurling. \"Go on!\n Take it out and get ready to throw it. I'll give you that much", "with a practiced catapult-snap of shoulder, elbow, and wrist. To his\n surprise, the blade clattered to the street far short of his\n retreating enemies. Then he remembered: you couldn't throw far in the", "Gavir took out the narvoon, grasped the blade, and drew his arm back.\n\n\n \"Gavir!\"", "perfect. If it failed, the knife would be lost and the drock would\n have its kill. The hunter grasped the weapon by the blade, drew his\n arm back, and snapped it forward.", "Gavir said, \"I will sing the\nSong of Going to Hunt\n.\" He heaved\n himself up from the divan, and, feet planted wide apart, threw back\n his head and began to howl.", "The hunter thrust the gleaming knife out before him, so that the dark\n body would land on its gleaming blade. The drock twisted in mid-air\n and landed to one side of the hunter.", "be treated.\" He unsnapped his holster and drew the square, heavy\n pistol out and pointed it at Gavir.", "knife, in his hand. He had faith in the knife, and in his skill with\n it.", "The Desert Man ran over the red sand, and he found the drock. He did\n not throw his knife. That would not have satisfied his hatred. He fell\n upon the drock and stabbed and stabbed.", "Gavir's hand leaped at the narvoon under his doublet.", "Spurling's body was thrown back against Gavir. Gavir saw a huge ragged", "Gavir stood up. His right hand plucked at his doublet.", "sufferings that could neither be borne nor prevented. At the climax of\n the song Gavir pictured a tribal chief who refused to make fair\n division of the spoils of a hunt with his warriors. Gradually he", "\"I will,\" said Gavir.\nOn his next dreamcast Gavir sang the\nSong of the Blood Feud\n. He\n pictured a Desert Man whose father had been killed by a drock.", "Gavir spread his big blue hands. \"I am sorry. I don't want more money.\n I cannot always control the pictures I make. These images come into\n my mind even though they have nothing to do with me.\"", "Now, before it could gather itself for another spring, there was time\n for one cast of the blade. It had to be done at once. It had to be", "Mars was where Gavir's father had been pinned, bayonets through his\n hands and feet, to the wall of a shack just the other side of the", "Hoppy cut the voice off. Gavir saw that he was sweating. \"There were\ndozens\nlike that. If you want more money, I'll", "contrivance of dark brown wood and black metal tubing cradled in his\n arm. \"This ancient shotgun I dedicate to your blood feud. I shall hunt\n down your enemy, Gavir!\"" ], [ "\"Just came up to see Blue Boy. One of the crowd dreamed him last\n night. Positively manic about him. I found out he'd be with you.\"", "After Sylvie left, Hoppy Davery said, \"That might be a good\n professional name—Blue Boy. Gavir doesn't\nmean\nanything. Now what\n kind of a song could you do for the Farfel Flisket show?\"", "A recorded voice boomed: \"This is Hat Rat. Pay the Blue Boy what he\n deserves, or I will give you death. It will be a personal thing", "\"All finished, Blue Boy? Come on, let's go have a drink at Lucifer\n Grotto.\"", "She turned with a swirl of scarlet and a dramatic display of healthy\n young flesh. \"See you again, Blue Boy.\"", "She looked at Gavir. \"Mmm. What a body, what gorgeous blue skin. How\n tall are you, Blue Boy?\"", "Gavir spread his big blue hands. \"I am sorry. I don't want more money.\n I cannot always control the pictures I make. These images come into\n my mind even though they have nothing to do with me.\"", "\"Do you have to wear that barbaric face-paint?\" Hoppy turned sad eyes\n on Gavir and Malcomb. \"Gentlemen, my mother, Sylvie Davery.\"", "\"Great! Give the Senile Delinquents another workout. It's not quite\n ethical, but its good for us. But for heaven's sake, Blue Boy, keep", "Jarvis Spurling's square face was dark with anger. \"You deliberately\n put my face on that animal! You want to make the public hate me. I pay", "By ROBERT J. SHEA\nIllustrated by DICK FRANCIS\nBlue Boy's rating was high and his fans were loyal to the\n death—anyone's death!", "Grotto. The Hat Rat himself, who often appeared at a respectful\n distance in crowds around Gavir, now wore a wide-brimmed hat of\n brightest blue.", "Caution told Gavir to refuse. But before he could speak Spurling\n snapped, \"Disgusting! An Earth woman and a Bluie! If you were on Mars,", "costumes and manners of some more colorful time. You try ridiculous\n things, disgusting things, vicious things. You know they're all\n nothing, but you have to do something, so you go on doing nothing,", "He was considered a poor singer in his tribe, and he was not surprised\n that Malcomb and the moderator winced. But Malcomb had told him that", "your salary and keep you here on Earth, and this is what I get for it.\n All right. A Bluie is a Bluie, and I'll treat you like a Bluie should", "battered face. \"I'm told you got talent. Okay, but a Bluie is a Bluie.\n I'll pay you because a Bluie on Dreamvision is good publicity for MDC", "\"Mr. Spurling!\" said Malcomb. \"Your tone is hostile!\"", "Gavir toured the world with Sylvie, mobbed everywhere by worshipful\n Century-Plussers. Male Century-Plussers by the millions adopted blue\n doublets and blue kilts in honor of their hero.", "\"That Martian boy has power. That song was a fist in the jaw. More!\"\n\n\n A woman's voice followed:" ], [ "Spurling's body was thrown back against Gavir. Gavir saw a huge ragged", "Gavir said, \"I will sing the\nSong of Going to Hunt\n.\" He heaved\n himself up from the divan, and, feet planted wide apart, threw back\n his head and began to howl.", "be treated.\" He unsnapped his holster and drew the square, heavy\n pistol out and pointed it at Gavir.", "\"I will,\" said Gavir.\nOn his next dreamcast Gavir sang the\nSong of the Blood Feud\n. He\n pictured a Desert Man whose father had been killed by a drock.", "Gavir contemplated her. That she was over a hundred years old was a\n little frightening. But the skin of her face and her bare upper body", "attractive. He went to her, and he forgot entirely that she was over a\n hundred years old.\nIn the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By", "Gavir leaped at the Earthmen. He clubbed the man with the whip across\n the face. As the others rushed in, Gavir flailed about him with long\n arms and heavy fists.", "Gavir took out the narvoon, grasped the blade, and drew his arm back.\n\n\n \"Gavir!\"", "The man with the whip yelled. They looked at his knife, and then all\n at once turned and ran. Gavir drew back his arm and threw the knife", "Gavir's hand leaped at the narvoon under his doublet.", "Gavir stood up. His right hand plucked at his doublet.", "\"He seemed happy to get away from me,\" said Gavir.", "Malcomb woke him at 1100. Gavir told Malcomb about the\n strangely-dressed men who had tried to kill him.\n\n\n \"I told you not to wander around alone.\"", "The Earthman with the black hat raised his arm, and the long heavy\n lash fell on Gavir. He felt a savage sting in the arm he had thrown up\n to protect his eyes.", "Still holding the narvoon, Gavir stood over his dead enemy. He threw\n back his head and howled out the hunting cry of the Desert Men. Then\n he looked down and spat in Jarvis Spurling's dead face.\nEND", "Gavir sat down on the divan, exhausted, his song finished. He didn't\n hear the moderator winding up the dreamcast. Then the producer of the\n program was upon him.", "\"Let him come and find me,\" said Gavir. \"Let us go, Sylvie.\"", "sufferings that could neither be borne nor prevented. At the climax of\n the song Gavir pictured a tribal chief who refused to make fair\n division of the spoils of a hunt with his warriors. Gradually he", "of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's\n intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language,\n and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth.", "The Earthmen disappeared into a lift-force field. Gavir decided not to\n pursue them. He walked forward and picked up his narvoon, and saw that" ], [ "costumes and manners of some more colorful time. You try ridiculous\n things, disgusting things, vicious things. You know they're all\n nothing, but you have to do something, so you go on doing nothing,", "sufferings that could neither be borne nor prevented. At the climax of\n the song Gavir pictured a tribal chief who refused to make fair\n division of the spoils of a hunt with his warriors. Gradually he", "The Desert Man ran over the red sand, and he found the drock. He did\n not throw his knife. That would not have satisfied his hatred. He fell\n upon the drock and stabbed and stabbed.", "The drock screamed eerily and jumped clumsily. The hunter threw\n himself at the great, dark body and retrieved the knife. He struck", "know\nwhat\n I wanted to do. It was Ethical Conditioning or nothing, so I picked\n nothing. And here I am, chasing nothing.\"", "A recorded voice boomed: \"This is Hat Rat. Pay the Blue Boy what he\n deserves, or I will give you death. It will be a personal thing", "During a reading class at the mission school, Father James had said,\n \"In books there is power. All that you call magic in our Earth", "red caved-in place in Spurling's chest. Spurling's body sagged to the\n floor and lay there face up, eyes open. The Senile Delinquents of", "She set fire to a white tube. \"This, for instance. They used to do it\n before they found out it caused cancer. Now there's no more cancer,", "It was an ancient song, a Desert Man's outcry against injustice,\n enemies, false friends and callous leaders. It was a protest against", "between you and me. I will besprinkle you with corrosive acids; I will\n burn out your eyes; I will—\"", "with it again and again into the gray twitching belly. Colorless blood\n ran out over the hard, tightly-stretched skin.", "\"A Martian.\"\n\n\n \"Let's give pain and death to the Martian! It will be a new\n experience—one to savor.\"\n\n\n \"Take pain, Martian!\"", "A tray of drinks rose through the floor. Sylvie frowned as she noticed\n a folded paper tucked between the glasses. She picked it up and read\n it, chuckled, and read it again, aloud.", "\"Great! Give the Senile Delinquents another workout. It's not quite\n ethical, but its good for us. But for heaven's sake, Blue Boy, keep", "\"See?\" said Hoppy to Gavir. \"The Century-Plus mentality. You've got\n something they go for. Undoubtedly because you're—forgive me—such a", "Crouching behind crumbling red rocks, racing over flat expanses of\n orange sand, the hunter sought traces of the seegee, the great slow", "\"You're itching to go for that throwing knife,\" said Spurling. \"Go on!\n Take it out and get ready to throw it. I'll give you that much", "The drock fell, gave a last convulsion, and lay still. The hunter\n plunged the blade into the red sand to clean it. He threw back his", "I\n t was cold, bitter cold, on the plain. The hunter stood at the edge" ] ]

[ "At the beginning of the story, the narrator states, \"what I am is a genius.\" This statement", "How do the narrator and Henry continue their scam without getting caught?", "The narrator's false sense of superiority", "The final blow to the narrator's ego comes ", "Who ends up being the narrator's worst enemy and why?", "The narrator should have caught on that there was something special about Skippy when", "Why does the narrator feel that Skippy will be the perfect partner for him?", "The ultimate betrayal from Henry" ]

[ [ "Is ironic because there was nothing genius about how he handled the situation with the kid.", "is completely wrong because he allowed everyone to get over on him in the end.", "Proves to be true because of the schemes he comes up with.", "Proves to be true because he knows how to read people and knows who to trust." ], [ "They weren't too greedy, so the other players didn't suspect anything.", "They knew how to outsmart the people whom they played with.", "They are not very good at it, so there's really not much to suspect.", "The kid uses his powers to keep the others from suspecting them." ], [ "leads him to believe that he was the mastermind behind the victory over the high roller, but the kid actually was the one who saved the day.", "almost got them killed when the big roller came to play.", "turns out to be a huge joke at his expense because they are all exposed.", "actually comes in handy because he comes up with a great plan to use when the high roller comes in." ], [ "when the kid outsmarts him.", "when he is exposed by Jake at the blackjack table.", "when the high roller catches him.", "when Henry outsmarts him." ], [ "The high roller is his worst enemy because he exposes their scam.", "He is his own worst enemy because he talks too much.", "Henry is his worst enemy because he lies to the narrator.", "Skippy is his worst enemy because he has no loyalty to anyone, especially those he cannot hear." ], [ "Skippy was brought in on the scam. No one that young should have been able to adapt to that situation so quickly.", "Skippy laughed at things that were not deemed appropriate at the time, and he was unapologetic about it.", "the narrator thinks that the kid must have better than 20/20 vision. ", "there was no time there were hints about Skippy being special. The narrator was given no warning." ], [ "Skippy can hear almost everyone's thoughts, which will be a great advantage for the narrator, but he cannot hear the narrator's thoughts, giving him a sense of security.", "Skippy is not bright, and he will always just do as he is told.", "Skippy has been trained by the narrator, and he has already displayed his loyalty, so the narrator knows that he will be the perfect partner.", "Skippy can hear the thoughts of everyone around him, and he will always be able to beat everyone, and he will always know what everyone is thinking because Skippy will relay the message." ], [ "comes when he does not come clean about the true amount of money won that night.", "is when he tells the narrator that Skippy will be his new partner, leaving the narrator to fend for himself. ", "comes when Henry beats the narrator to Skippy.", "never comes because Henry gives the narrator what is owed him, and the narrator forgives him for lying." ] ]

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[ [ "What I am is a genius, and I give you a piece of advice: Do not ever\n play cards with a stranger. The stranger might be me. Where there are", "Like I say, I'm a genius. Skippy wouldn't lie to me; he's not smart\n enough. If he says he hears voices, he hears voices.", "I sat down beside him, quiet. He didn't look around. The counterman\n opened his mouth to say hello. I shook my head, but Skippy said,\n \"That's all right. I know you're there.\"", "I said, \"Prove it.\"\n\n\n The kid finished his coffee. \"Well,\" he said, \"you want to know what\n the counterman's got on his mind?\" He leaned over and whispered to me.", "mind, you ought to listen in on Henry's.\" He looked along the stools.\n \"See that fat little woman down at the end? She's going to order\n another cheese Danish.\"", "\"All my life,\" said Skippy, \"I've been hearing the voices. It doesn't\n matter if they talk out loud or not. Most people I can hear, even when", "I'll say this for him, duck-tail haircut and all, he settled right\n down to business. I made myself comfortable on the bed and rattled them", "\"I can hear every word that's on Henry's mind,\" he said somberly.\n \"You, no. Some people I can hear, some I can't; you're one I can't.\"", "There are some parts of it I don't have all figured out yet, but I'll\n get them. Like what he tells me about the people—I\nguess", "\"What kind of goofy talk is that?\" I demanded. But, to tell you the\n truth, I didn't think it was so goofy. The window shade was a lot\n goofier.", "I blinked. This was a creep! But I had to find out what was going on. I\n said, \"You made a mistake, kid.\"", "wasn't possible—but he had one!\n[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "\"How come I played to lose?\" I patted his shoulder. \"Sonny, you got a\n lot to learn. Jake's is no fair game. This was only a dry run.\"", "Everybody was looking at us. He said softly, \"You see what it's like? I\n don't want to hear all this stuff! You think the counterman's got a bad", "could hear. But everybody has got to like somebody, and I had the edge\n over most of the human race. He didn't know what I was thinking.", "So when I walked in the door, Skippy was there, but he was out cold,\n with lumps on his forehead and a stupid grin on his face. I woke him up\n and he recognized me.", "When Skippy said black, I put the fifty on red. Black won it.\n\n\n \"Let's go,\" I said, and led the kid out of there.", "and talk all right, but something was missing. \"The voices!\" he yelled,\n sitting up on the edge of the bed.", "The desk man in the scratch house looked up from his comic book. \"A\n room,\" I said. \"Me and my nephew want a room facing the street.\" And I\n pointed to the window of Henry's place, where I wanted it to face.", "\"That's it.\"\n\n\n \"Take your best shot,\" he said glumly. \"But mark my words. You're not\n going to make out on your own.\"" ], [ "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "the street. Henry too. That's how I know.\" He hesitated, looking at me.\n \"You think Henry took eight thousand off Chapo, don't you? It was ten.\"", "The man was a thief, but I didn't have time to argue. Right across the\n street from Henry's place was a rundown hotel. That was our next stop.", "Henry looked at us miserably. But what was he going to do? If he didn't\n go along, the word could spread that maybe there was something wrong", "for nine, a long and two shorts for an eight ... it took a little\n memorizing, but it was worth it. Henry knew every card the other man\n held every time. And I got fifty per cent.", "I looked too, and then I saw what he was puzzled about. It was pretty\n obvious that Henry had missed my signal. He and the fish had played by\n the window, all right.", "Then I got rid of him, because I had something to do.\nHenry came across. He even looked embarrassed. \"I figured,\" he said,\n \"uh, I figured that the expenses—\"", "He hadn't even finished talking when the woman was calling the\n counterman, and she got another cheese Danish. I thought it over. What\n he said about Henry holding out on me made it real serious. I had to\n have more proof.", "I was supposed to be his stock clerk. While Henry and the other fellow\n were working on the cards at one end of the room, I would be moving", "Well, eight thousand was good news, no doubt of that. I said, \"That's\n the old system, Henry. But we couldn't have done it if you hadn't", "card players. That seems like pretty small stuff now. And I don't talk\n to Henry when I see him. And I\nnever\ngo in the beanery when that", "\"I can hear every word that's on Henry's mind,\" he said somberly.\n \"You, no. Some people I can hear, some I can't; you're one I can't.\"", "off on the transmitter as he read the cards to me. I couldn't see the\n players, didn't know the score; but if he was giving the cards to me\n right, I was getting them out to Henry.", "a little extra cash on the side. It turns out that the other little\n wholesalers in the loft building where he has his business are all\n card players, and no pikers, either. So Henry spread the word that", "We took our time getting back to Henry's place, so Chapo would have\n time to clear out. Henry greeted us with eight fingers in the air.", "mind, you ought to listen in on Henry's.\" He looked along the stools.\n \"See that fat little woman down at the end? She's going to order\n another cheese Danish.\"", "The desk man in the scratch house looked up from his comic book. \"A\n room,\" I said. \"Me and my nephew want a room facing the street.\" And I\n pointed to the window of Henry's place, where I wanted it to face.", "I said, \"You can always quit,\" but then stopped. Because it was a lie.\n He couldn't quit—not until I found out how he read Chapo's cards\n through a drawn shade.", "I hadn't told Henry who tipped me off, but it didn't take him long to\n work out. After all, I had told him I was going out to look for Skippy,", "Eight hundred? But before I could ask him, he was already talking:\n \"Eight big ones! Eight thousand bucks! And how you did it, I'll never\n know!\"" ], [ "could hear. But everybody has got to like somebody, and I had the edge\n over most of the human race. He didn't know what I was thinking.", "I sat down beside him, quiet. He didn't look around. The counterman\n opened his mouth to say hello. I shook my head, but Skippy said,\n \"That's all right. I know you're there.\"", "\"I can hear every word that's on Henry's mind,\" he said somberly.\n \"You, no. Some people I can hear, some I can't; you're one I can't.\"", "Everybody was looking at us. He said softly, \"You see what it's like? I\n don't want to hear all this stuff! You think the counterman's got a bad", "\"All my life,\" said Skippy, \"I've been hearing the voices. It doesn't\n matter if they talk out loud or not. Most people I can hear, even when", "Our new boy was around twenty. He had a swept-wing haircut, complete\n with tail fins. Also he had a silly laugh. Now, there are jokes in a", "I said, \"You can always quit,\" but then stopped. Because it was a lie.\n He couldn't quit—not until I found out how he read Chapo's cards\n through a drawn shade.", "I felt pretty good. I even began to feel kindly toward the kid. At my\n age, bifocals are standard equipment, but to judge from Skippy's fast,", "from them, and he told me what he saw. They worship the Moon, he says.\n Only that's wrong too, because he says they worship two moons, and", "I blinked. This was a creep! But I had to find out what was going on. I\n said, \"You made a mistake, kid.\"", "Like I say, I'm a genius. Skippy wouldn't lie to me; he's not smart\n enough. If he says he hears voices, he hears voices.", "mind, you ought to listen in on Henry's.\" He looked along the stools.\n \"See that fat little woman down at the end? She's going to order\n another cheese Danish.\"", "Henry looked at us miserably. But what was he going to do? If he didn't\n go along, the word could spread that maybe there was something wrong", "\"How come I played to lose?\" I patted his shoulder. \"Sonny, you got a\n lot to learn. Jake's is no fair game. This was only a dry run.\"", "I'll say this for him, duck-tail haircut and all, he settled right\n down to business. I made myself comfortable on the bed and rattled them", "And then, take away the voices in his head, and Skippy didn't have much\n left. He wasn't very smart. If he had half as much in the way of brains", "\"That's it.\"\n\n\n \"Take your best shot,\" he said glumly. \"But mark my words. You're not\n going to make out on your own.\"", "Then I got rid of him, because I had something to do.\nHenry came across. He even looked embarrassed. \"I figured,\" he said,\n \"uh, I figured that the expenses—\"", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "on another frequency. Make sense? I'm positive about it. He sticks to\n the same story, telling me about what he's hearing inside his head, and\n he's too stupid to make it all up." ], [ "\"That's it.\"\n\n\n \"Take your best shot,\" he said glumly. \"But mark my words. You're not\n going to make out on your own.\"", "Everybody was looking at us. He said softly, \"You see what it's like? I\n don't want to hear all this stuff! You think the counterman's got a bad", "I beat up and down every block in the neighborhood until I spotted him\n in a beanery, drinking a cup of coffee and looking worried.", "I sat down beside him, quiet. He didn't look around. The counterman\n opened his mouth to say hello. I shook my head, but Skippy said,\n \"That's all right. I know you're there.\"", "I said, \"Prove it.\"\n\n\n The kid finished his coffee. \"Well,\" he said, \"you want to know what\n the counterman's got on his mind?\" He leaned over and whispered to me.", "Every push on the button was a shock on Henry's leg. One for spades,\n two for hearts, three for diamonds, four for clubs.", "mind, you ought to listen in on Henry's.\" He looked along the stools.\n \"See that fat little woman down at the end? She's going to order\n another cheese Danish.\"", "card players. That seems like pretty small stuff now. And I don't talk\n to Henry when I see him. And I\nnever\ngo in the beanery when that", "Down in the street I said, fast: \"You want to earn your pay? You have\n to give me a hand—an eye is really what I mean. Don't argue—just say\n yes or no.\"", "Our new boy was around twenty. He had a swept-wing haircut, complete\n with tail fins. Also he had a silly laugh. Now, there are jokes in a", "and talk all right, but something was missing. \"The voices!\" he yelled,\n sitting up on the edge of the bed.", "So when I walked in the door, Skippy was there, but he was out cold,\n with lumps on his forehead and a stupid grin on his face. I woke him up\n and he recognized me.", "Henry looked at us miserably. But what was he going to do? If he didn't\n go along, the word could spread that maybe there was something wrong", "\"How come I played to lose?\" I patted his shoulder. \"Sonny, you got a\n lot to learn. Jake's is no fair game. This was only a dry run.\"", "He handed it over, but I kept my hand out, waiting. After a minute he\n got the idea. He reached down inside the waistband of his pants, pulled", "I blinked. This was a creep! But I had to find out what was going on. I\n said, \"You made a mistake, kid.\"", "He said drearily, \"You've all got me marked lousy, haven't you? Don't\n kid me about Henry—I know. I'm not so sure about you, but it wouldn't\n surprise me.\"", "And then, take away the voices in his head, and Skippy didn't have much\n left. He wasn't very smart. If he had half as much in the way of brains", "I'll say this for him, duck-tail haircut and all, he settled right\n down to business. I made myself comfortable on the bed and rattled them", "Then I got rid of him, because I had something to do.\nHenry came across. He even looked embarrassed. \"I figured,\" he said,\n \"uh, I figured that the expenses—\"" ], [ "I beat up and down every block in the neighborhood until I spotted him\n in a beanery, drinking a cup of coffee and looking worried.", "\"That's it.\"\n\n\n \"Take your best shot,\" he said glumly. \"But mark my words. You're not\n going to make out on your own.\"", "Henry looked at us miserably. But what was he going to do? If he didn't\n go along, the word could spread that maybe there was something wrong", "I blinked. This was a creep! But I had to find out what was going on. I\n said, \"You made a mistake, kid.\"", "I said, \"You can always quit,\" but then stopped. Because it was a lie.\n He couldn't quit—not until I found out how he read Chapo's cards\n through a drawn shade.", "And then, take away the voices in his head, and Skippy didn't have much\n left. He wasn't very smart. If he had half as much in the way of brains", "\"I can hear every word that's on Henry's mind,\" he said somberly.\n \"You, no. Some people I can hear, some I can't; you're one I can't.\"", "He said drearily, \"You've all got me marked lousy, haven't you? Don't\n kid me about Henry—I know. I'm not so sure about you, but it wouldn't\n surprise me.\"", "Everybody was looking at us. He said softly, \"You see what it's like? I\n don't want to hear all this stuff! You think the counterman's got a bad", "from them, and he told me what he saw. They worship the Moon, he says.\n Only that's wrong too, because he says they worship two moons, and", "\"Running out?\" He shrugged. \"It's not the first mistake I made,\" he\n said bitterly. \"Getting into your little setup with the bugged game\n came before that.\"", "\"All my life,\" said Skippy, \"I've been hearing the voices. It doesn't\n matter if they talk out loud or not. Most people I can hear, even when", "card players. That seems like pretty small stuff now. And I don't talk\n to Henry when I see him. And I\nnever\ngo in the beanery when that", "He laughed not only when the mark made some crack, but a lot of the\n time when he didn't. It got so the customers were looking at him with a\n lot of dislike, and that was bad for business.", "could hear. But everybody has got to like somebody, and I had the edge\n over most of the human race. He didn't know what I was thinking.", "said were silent, like me. That wasn't good enough. \"Come along with\n me,\" I told him, and we took off for Jake's spot.", "Our new boy was around twenty. He had a swept-wing haircut, complete\n with tail fins. Also he had a silly laugh. Now, there are jokes in a", "I said, \"Prove it.\"\n\n\n The kid finished his coffee. \"Well,\" he said, \"you want to know what\n the counterman's got on his mind?\" He leaned over and whispered to me.", "Every push on the button was a shock on Henry's leg. One for spades,\n two for hearts, three for diamonds, four for clubs.", "and talk all right, but something was missing. \"The voices!\" he yelled,\n sitting up on the edge of the bed." ], [ "And then, take away the voices in his head, and Skippy didn't have much\n left. He wasn't very smart. If he had half as much in the way of brains", "I sat down beside him, quiet. He didn't look around. The counterman\n opened his mouth to say hello. I shook my head, but Skippy said,\n \"That's all right. I know you're there.\"", "and I came right back and called him for holding out. No, it didn't\n take much brains. All he had to do was come around to Skippy's place\n and give him a little lesson about talking.", "I could understand a lot about Skippy now—why he didn't like most\n people, why he laughed at jokes nobody else thought were funny, or even", "I felt pretty good. I even began to feel kindly toward the kid. At my\n age, bifocals are standard equipment, but to judge from Skippy's fast,", "\"I won't be on my own,\" I told him, and left him then. By myself? Not\n a chance! It was going to be Skippy and me, all the way. Not only", "So when I walked in the door, Skippy was there, but he was out cold,\n with lumps on his forehead and a stupid grin on his face. I woke him up\n and he recognized me.", "\"All my life,\" said Skippy, \"I've been hearing the voices. It doesn't\n matter if they talk out loud or not. Most people I can hear, even when", "Like I say, I'm a genius. Skippy wouldn't lie to me; he's not smart\n enough. If he says he hears voices, he hears voices.", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "I got a quick attack of cold fear. \"Skippy! What's the matter? Don't\n you hear them any more?\"", "And think of the fringe benefits! With Skippy giving the women a\n preliminary screening, I could save a lot of wasted time. At my age,\n time is nothing to be wasted.", "When Skippy said black, I put the fifty on red. Black won it.\n\n\n \"Let's go,\" I said, and led the kid out of there.", "I hadn't told Henry who tipped me off, but it didn't take him long to\n work out. After all, I had told him I was going out to look for Skippy,", "So I called him out into the hall. \"Skippy,\" I said—that's what we\n called him, \"lay off.\nNever\nrub it in to a sucker. It's enough to\n take his money.\"", "got into the room and I laid it out for Skippy. \"You aim those field\n glasses out the window,\" I told him. \"Read Chapo's cards and let me", "I looked too, and then I saw what he was puzzled about. It was pretty\n obvious that Henry had missed my signal. He and the fish had played by\n the window, all right.", "Being a genius, my theory is that when Henry worked Skippy over, he\n jarred his tuning strips, or whatever it is, so now Skippy's receiving", "Because we still had a chance. With the field glasses and Skippy's\n young, good eyes to look through them, with the transmitter that would", "But I didn't like Skippy's idea of proof. He offered to call off what\n everybody in the beanery was going to do next, barring three or four he" ], [ "\"I won't be on my own,\" I told him, and left him then. By myself? Not\n a chance! It was going to be Skippy and me, all the way. Not only", "And then, take away the voices in his head, and Skippy didn't have much\n left. He wasn't very smart. If he had half as much in the way of brains", "I sat down beside him, quiet. He didn't look around. The counterman\n opened his mouth to say hello. I shook my head, but Skippy said,\n \"That's all right. I know you're there.\"", "I could understand a lot about Skippy now—why he didn't like most\n people, why he laughed at jokes nobody else thought were funny, or even", "I felt pretty good. I even began to feel kindly toward the kid. At my\n age, bifocals are standard equipment, but to judge from Skippy's fast,", "And think of the fringe benefits! With Skippy giving the women a\n preliminary screening, I could save a lot of wasted time. At my age,\n time is nothing to be wasted.", "and I came right back and called him for holding out. No, it didn't\n take much brains. All he had to do was come around to Skippy's place\n and give him a little lesson about talking.", "Like I say, I'm a genius. Skippy wouldn't lie to me; he's not smart\n enough. If he says he hears voices, he hears voices.", "So when I walked in the door, Skippy was there, but he was out cold,\n with lumps on his forehead and a stupid grin on his face. I woke him up\n and he recognized me.", "I got a quick attack of cold fear. \"Skippy! What's the matter? Don't\n you hear them any more?\"", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "\"All my life,\" said Skippy, \"I've been hearing the voices. It doesn't\n matter if they talk out loud or not. Most people I can hear, even when", "got into the room and I laid it out for Skippy. \"You aim those field\n glasses out the window,\" I told him. \"Read Chapo's cards and let me", "Because we still had a chance. With the field glasses and Skippy's\n young, good eyes to look through them, with the transmitter that would", "When Skippy said black, I put the fifty on red. Black won it.\n\n\n \"Let's go,\" I said, and led the kid out of there.", "everybody knows there's only one. But I'll figure it out; I have to,\n because I have to get Skippy back in business.", "So I called him out into the hall. \"Skippy,\" I said—that's what we\n called him, \"lay off.\nNever\nrub it in to a sucker. It's enough to\n take his money.\"", "Being a genius, my theory is that when Henry worked Skippy over, he\n jarred his tuning strips, or whatever it is, so now Skippy's receiving", "I hadn't told Henry who tipped me off, but it didn't take him long to\n work out. After all, I had told him I was going out to look for Skippy,", "But the shade was down.\nWhen I turned around to look for Skippy, to ask him some questions, he\n was gone. Evidently he didn't want to answer." ], [ "Henry looked at us miserably. But what was he going to do? If he didn't\n go along, the word could spread that maybe there was something wrong", "He said drearily, \"You've all got me marked lousy, haven't you? Don't\n kid me about Henry—I know. I'm not so sure about you, but it wouldn't\n surprise me.\"", "the street. Henry too. That's how I know.\" He hesitated, looking at me.\n \"You think Henry took eight thousand off Chapo, don't you? It was ten.\"", "Then I got rid of him, because I had something to do.\nHenry came across. He even looked embarrassed. \"I figured,\" he said,\n \"uh, I figured that the expenses—\"", "\"I can hear every word that's on Henry's mind,\" he said somberly.\n \"You, no. Some people I can hear, some I can't; you're one I can't.\"", "He hadn't even finished talking when the woman was calling the\n counterman, and she got another cheese Danish. I thought it over. What\n he said about Henry holding out on me made it real serious. I had to\n have more proof.", "The man was a thief, but I didn't have time to argue. Right across the\n street from Henry's place was a rundown hotel. That was our next stop.", "However, Henry had more brains than Skippy.", "I thought fast.\n\n\n There was still one chance. I got behind Chapo long enough to give\n Henry a wink and a nod toward the window. Then I took Skippy by the\n elbow and steered him out of there.", "card players. That seems like pretty small stuff now. And I don't talk\n to Henry when I see him. And I\nnever\ngo in the beanery when that", "I looked too, and then I saw what he was puzzled about. It was pretty\n obvious that Henry had missed my signal. He and the fish had played by\n the window, all right.", "I hadn't told Henry who tipped me off, but it didn't take him long to\n work out. After all, I had told him I was going out to look for Skippy,", "I was supposed to be his stock clerk. While Henry and the other fellow\n were working on the cards at one end of the room, I would be moving", "Every push on the button was a shock on Henry's leg. One for spades,\n two for hearts, three for diamonds, four for clubs.", "mind, you ought to listen in on Henry's.\" He looked along the stools.\n \"See that fat little woman down at the end? She's going to order\n another cheese Danish.\"", "carry an extra hundred yards easy enough—with everything going for us,\n we had a chance. Provided Henry had been able to maneuver Chapo so his\n back was to the window.", "a little extra cash on the side. It turns out that the other little\n wholesalers in the loft building where he has his business are all\n card players, and no pikers, either. So Henry spread the word that", "Well, eight thousand was good news, no doubt of that. I said, \"That's\n the old system, Henry. But we couldn't have done it if you hadn't", "We took our time getting back to Henry's place, so Chapo would have\n time to clear out. Henry greeted us with eight fingers in the air.", "for nine, a long and two shorts for an eight ... it took a little\n memorizing, but it was worth it. Henry knew every card the other man\n held every time. And I got fifty per cent." ] ]

[ "To which of the following is the technical and cultural shift NOT compared?", "According to the author, is this technological and cultural shift good or bad? Why?", "Which of the following is the main theme of this article?", "What does the author want the reader to do?", "Which of the following is NOT a characteristic of participatory media?", "Which of the following things does the author likely value most?", "Which of the following ways fits best with how the author first fell in love with collaborative technology?", "How does the author likely feel about the present?", "What does the title of the article mean?" ]

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The parts of the\n human brain that evolved most recently, and which are connected to what", "possible to connect with people who shared my interests, even if I had\n never heard of them before, even if they lived on the other side of the\n world. But in parallel with my direct experience of the blogosphere,", "possible, however−it is not in the technology, or even in the knowledge\n of how to use it, but in the ways people use knowledge and technology to\n create wealth, secure freedom, resist tyranny.", "possible. Literacies are the prerequisite for the human agency that used\n alphabets, presses and digital networks to create wealth, alleviate\n suffering and invent new institutions. If the humans currently alive are", "together with strangers, without pay, to create something nobody\n owns−free and open source software. First in Coase’s Penguin, and\n then in The Wealth of Networks, Benkler contributed to important", "make connections in many different parts of the world. The fun of\n talking, planning, debating and helping each other online came before\n the notion that our tiny subculture might grow into a worldwide,", "economic production, together with the market and the firm. If Benkler\n is right, the new story about how humans get things done includes an\n important corollary−if tools like the PC and the Internet make it easy", "want, whenever they want to add it (“self election”). There is plenty of\n evidence to support the hypothesis that what used to be considered\n altruism is now a byproduct of daily life online. So much of what we", "Mephistophelian, Pied-Piper-esque, authority-challenging, fun-loving\n role in my experiences of the possibilities of life online.\nFriends and Enthusiasts", "others in this book, I started out by experiencing the new ways of being\n that Internet social media have made possible. And like the other\n Freesouls, Joi Ito has played a catalytic, communitarian," ], [ "To me, direct experience of what I later came to call virtual\n communities preceded theories about the ways people\n do things together online. I met Joi Ito in the 1980s as part of what we", "others in this book, I started out by experiencing the new ways of being\n that Internet social media have made possible. And like the other\n Freesouls, Joi Ito has played a catalytic, communitarian,", "possible to connect with people who shared my interests, even if I had\n never heard of them before, even if they lived on the other side of the\n world. But in parallel with my direct experience of the blogosphere,", "make connections in many different parts of the world. The fun of\n talking, planning, debating and helping each other online came before\n the notion that our tiny subculture might grow into a worldwide,", "together with strangers, without pay, to create something nobody\n owns−free and open source software. First in Coase’s Penguin, and\n then in The Wealth of Networks, Benkler contributed to important", "friendship and collaboration. In recent years, cyberculture studies has\n grown into a discipline−more properly, an interdiscipline involving\n sociologists, anthropologists, historians, psychologists, economists,", "many-to-many, multimedia network of a billion people. We started to\n dream about future cybersocial possibilities only after personally\n experiencing something new, moving and authentic in our webs of budding", "together for fun, for the love of a challenge, and because we sometimes\n enjoy working together to make something beneficial to everybody. If I\n had to reduce the essence of Homo sapiens to five words, “people do", "so much time answering each other’s questions, solving each other’s\n problems, without financial compensation. I first encountered Yochai\n Benkler in pursuit of my curiosity about the reason people would work", "introduce the individual to a community. Literacy links technology and\n sociality. The alphabet did not cause the Roman Empire, but made it\n possible. Printing did not cause democracy or science, but literate", "economic production, together with the market and the firm. If Benkler\n is right, the new story about how humans get things done includes an\n important corollary−if tools like the PC and the Internet make it easy", "complicated things together” would do. Online social networks can be\n powerful amplifiers of collective action precisely because they augment\n and extend the power of ever-complexifying human sociality. To be sure,", "Participative Pedagogy for a Literacy of Literacies\nPeople act and learn together for a rich mixture of reasons. The current\n story that most of us tell ourselves about how humans get things done is", "Joi was one of the founders of a multicultural BBS in Tokyo, and in the\n early 1990s I had begun to branch out from BBSs and the WELL to", "to TCP/IP, are where human social genius can meet the augmenting power\n of technological networks. Literacy is the most important method Homo\n sapiens has used to introduce systems and tools to other humans, to", "if so, can this theoretical knowledge be put to practical use? I am\n struck by a phrase of Benkler’s from his essay in this book: “We must\n now turn our attention to building systems that support human", "more powerful on what already exists. Is it possible to understand\n exactly what it is about the web that makes Wikipedia, Linux,\n FightAIDS@Home, the Gutenberg Project and Creative Commons possible? And", "collaboration−is what is required to use that infrastructure to create a\n participatory culture. A population with broadband infrastructure and\n ubiquitous computing could be a captive audience for a cultural", "cooperate with strangers to voluntarily create public goods, the new\n story seems to be that people will indeed create significant common\n value voluntarily, if it is easy enough for anybody to add what they", "participatory potential, the number of people who participate in using\n it during its formative years, and the skill with which they attempt\n to take advantage of this potential, is particularly salient." ], [ "possible to connect with people who shared my interests, even if I had\n never heard of them before, even if they lived on the other side of the\n world. But in parallel with my direct experience of the blogosphere,", "possible. Literacies are the prerequisite for the human agency that used\n alphabets, presses and digital networks to create wealth, alleviate\n suffering and invent new institutions. If the humans currently alive are", "Like the early days of print, radio, and television, the present\n structure of the participatory media regime−the political, economic,\n social and cultural institutions that constrain and empower the way", "introduce the individual to a community. Literacy links technology and\n sociality. The alphabet did not cause the Roman Empire, but made it\n possible. Printing did not cause democracy or science, but literate", "Like Yochai Benkler and Henry Jenkins, I believe that a\n participatory culture in which most of the population see themselves as\n creators as well as consumers of culture is far more likely to generate", "following on Neil Postman and others, the set of skills that enable\n individuals to encode and decode knowledge and power via speech,\n writing, printing and collective action, and which, when learned,", "In Using Participatory Media and Public Voice to Encourage Civic\n Engagement, I wrote:\nIf print culture shaped the environment in which the Enlightenment", "many-to-many, multimedia network of a billion people. We started to\n dream about future cybersocial possibilities only after personally\n experiencing something new, moving and authentic in our webs of budding", "so much time answering each other’s questions, solving each other’s\n problems, without financial compensation. I first encountered Yochai\n Benkler in pursuit of my curiosity about the reason people would work", "want, whenever they want to add it (“self election”). There is plenty of\n evidence to support the hypothesis that what used to be considered\n altruism is now a byproduct of daily life online. So much of what we", "others in this book, I started out by experiencing the new ways of being\n that Internet social media have made possible. And like the other\n Freesouls, Joi Ito has played a catalytic, communitarian,", "if so, can this theoretical knowledge be put to practical use? I am\n struck by a phrase of Benkler’s from his essay in this book: “We must\n now turn our attention to building systems that support human", "programmers and political scientists. Back when people online argued in\n 1200 baud text about whether one could properly call what we were doing\n a form of community, there was no body of empirical evidence to serve as", "Mephistophelian, Pied-Piper-esque, authority-challenging, fun-loving\n role in my experiences of the possibilities of life online.\nFriends and Enthusiasts", "make connections in many different parts of the world. The fun of\n talking, planning, debating and helping each other online came before\n the notion that our tiny subculture might grow into a worldwide,", "focused on the well-known flavors of self-interest, which make for great\n drama−survival, power, wealth, sex, glory. People also do things", "To me, direct experience of what I later came to call virtual\n communities preceded theories about the ways people\n do things together online. I met Joi Ito in the 1980s as part of what we", "train each other to partake of and contribute to culture, and to\n humanize the use of instruments that might otherwise enable\n commodification, mechanization and dehumanization. By literacy, I mean,", "a foundation for scientific argument−all theory was anecdotal. By now,\n however, there is plenty of data.\nOne particularly useful affordance of online sociality is that a great", "possible, however−it is not in the technology, or even in the knowledge\n of how to use it, but in the ways people use knowledge and technology to\n create wealth, secure freedom, resist tyranny." ], [ "another effect is a rich body of data about online behavior. Every one\n of Wikipedia’s millions of edits, and all the discussion and talk pages\n associated with those edits, is available for inspection−along with", "train each other to partake of and contribute to culture, and to\n humanize the use of instruments that might otherwise enable\n commodification, mechanization and dehumanization. By literacy, I mean,", "introduce the individual to a community. Literacy links technology and\n sociality. The alphabet did not cause the Roman Empire, but made it\n possible. Printing did not cause democracy or science, but literate", "so much time answering each other’s questions, solving each other’s\n problems, without financial compensation. I first encountered Yochai\n Benkler in pursuit of my curiosity about the reason people would work", "together with strangers, without pay, to create something nobody\n owns−free and open source software. First in Coase’s Penguin, and\n then in The Wealth of Networks, Benkler contributed to important", "sociality.” That sounds right. But how would it be done? It’s easy to\n say and not as easy to see the ways in which social codes and power\n structures mold the design of communication media. We must develop a", "together for fun, for the love of a challenge, and because we sometimes\n enjoy working together to make something beneficial to everybody. If I\n had to reduce the essence of Homo sapiens to five words, “people do", "following on Neil Postman and others, the set of skills that enable\n individuals to encode and decode knowledge and power via speech,\n writing, printing and collective action, and which, when learned,", "if so, can this theoretical knowledge be put to practical use? I am\n struck by a phrase of Benkler’s from his essay in this book: “We must\n now turn our attention to building systems that support human", "possible. Literacies are the prerequisite for the human agency that used\n alphabets, presses and digital networks to create wealth, alleviate\n suffering and invent new institutions. If the humans currently alive are", "want, whenever they want to add it (“self election”). There is plenty of\n evidence to support the hypothesis that what used to be considered\n altruism is now a byproduct of daily life online. So much of what we", "just from the size of the audience, but from their power to link\n to each other, to form a public as well as a market. This is a\n psychological and social characteristic.", "enough, people are willing to work together for non-market incentives to\n create software, encyclopedias and archives of public domain literature.\n While the old story is that people are highly unlikely to", "possible to connect with people who shared my interests, even if I had\n never heard of them before, even if they lived on the other side of the\n world. But in parallel with my direct experience of the blogosphere,", "a foundation for scientific argument−all theory was anecdotal. By now,\n however, there is plenty of data.\nOne particularly useful affordance of online sociality is that a great", "complicated things together” would do. Online social networks can be\n powerful amplifiers of collective action precisely because they augment\n and extend the power of ever-complexifying human sociality. To be sure,", "billions of Usenet messages. Patterns are beginning to emerge. We’re\n beginning to know something about what works and what doesn’t work with\n people online, and why.", "make connections in many different parts of the world. The fun of\n talking, planning, debating and helping each other online came before\n the notion that our tiny subculture might grow into a worldwide,", "In Using Participatory Media and Public Voice to Encourage Civic\n Engagement, I wrote:\nIf print culture shaped the environment in which the Enlightenment", "shift in the way our culture operates). For this reason, participatory\n media literacy is not another subject to be shoehorned into the\n curriculum as job training for knowledge workers." ] ]

[ "What didn't the information from physics provide us?", "Which answer does the quote from The Lancet best match up with?", "What do answers 4 and 7 have in common?", "Which answer doesn't support the idea that green OA isn't likely to cause subscription cancellations?", "How does the author feel about the librarian study?", "What does the author believe to be the biggest problem publishers should be worried about?", "What is most likely the author's purpose for writing this?", "Which most closely describes how the author feels?" ]

[ [ "multiple successful journals that aren't losing subscriptions", "information regarding the downloads their publications are receiving", "a long history with green OA", "examples of success with green OA" ], [ "8", "3", "6", "10" ], [ "they both discuss the importance of keeping publications low-cost", "they both show how people prefer green OA to TA", "the research being done in both doesn't prove that there are canceled subscriptions", "they both discuss research based on libraries" ], [ "6", "4", "2", "10" ], [ "it was too abstract and opinionated", "it proves that green OA will decrease subscriptions", "it supports that librarians will not cancel subscriptions", "it supports the need to keep prices of TA down" ], [ "increasing their prices will reduce subscriptions", "Medknow had an increase in subscriptions", "librarians prefer green OA", "longer embargoes make green OA more desirable" ], [ "To inform us of the differences between gold OA, green OA, and TA", "To explain how green OA is improving publishing", "To persuade the reader that green OA is useful", "To explain how universities are handling green OA" ], [ "Green OA should not be stifled regardless of cost", "Gold OA is more successful than green OA", "If green OA causes too many cancellations, it should be stopped", "TA publishing is going to lose a lot of money because of green OA" ] ]

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Other fields may not behave like physics.\nWe won’t know more until the levels of green OA in other fields approach those in physics.", "Physicists have been self-archiving since 1991, far longer than", "less reading. On the contrary, the same evidence suggesting that" ], [ "An October 2004 editorial in\nThe Lancet", "complete answer.", "There are two responses to this two-fold fear. The fear", "(an Elsevier journal) called on the publishing lobby to do", "simple yes-or-no answer, and most discussions replace evidence with fearful", "of the book. But here’s one way to put the", "OA. The Nature Publishing Group is more conservative than most", "A less hypothetical study was commissioned by publishers themselves in the same year. From the summary:", "less reading. On the contrary, the same evidence suggesting that", "Ahmed Hindawi said in January 2010, “It is clear", "happened. Two leading publishers of physics journals, the American Physical", "2. The evidence from physics is the most relevant.", "who fear the answer is yes and for those activists", "cause cancellations. The chief flaw with the study is its", "its artificiality. For example, the survey did not ask about", "OA also disregards relevant evidence, such as Ahmed Hindawi’s", "Haank. In 2008 when Springer bought BioMed Central and", "In short, toll-access journals have more to fear from their", "effects. At Congressional hearings in 2008 and 2010, legislators", "serious interest in them. When publisher lobbyists argue that high-volume" ], [ "There are two responses to this two-fold fear. The fear", "complete answer.", "(Also see chapter 7 on economics.)", "of the book. But here’s one way to put the", "ranked equal fourth, but some way behind the first three", "An October 2004 editorial in\nThe Lancet", "Consortium (PRC), Chris Beckett and Simon Inger asked 400", "I won’t elaborate this point here, since it takes us", "yes. So far, unfortunately, it doesn’t have a simple", "can stop at points 1–9. But if we’re interested in", "7. Some studies bear on the question of whether increased OA archiving will increase journal cancellations.", "its artificiality. For example, the survey did not ask about", "learn. But there are no good reasons to put the", "less reading. On the contrary, the same evidence suggesting that", "who fear the answer is yes and for those activists", "simple yes-or-no answer, and most discussions replace evidence with fearful", "and the three other incentives above will still stand.", "It would definitely help to understand why the experience in", "The purpose of these two policy provisions is precisely to", "activists (not all activists) who hope the answer is yes." ], [ "1. Nobody knows yet how green OA policies will affect journal subscriptions.\nRising levels of green OA may trigger toll-access journal cancellations, or they may not. So far they haven’t.", "This or something similar to it must be the experience of the majority of toll-access publishers who voluntarily permit green OA. Even if they don’t actively encourage green OA, most permit it without embargo. If they found that it triggered cancellations, they would stop.", "Some publishers fear that rising levels of green OA will not only trigger toll-access journal cancellations but also increase pressure to convert to gold OA. (Likewise, some OA activists hope for this outcome.)", "If high-volume green OA caused journal cancellations, we’d see", "4. There is evidence that green OA decreases downloads from publishers’ web sites.", "6. Green OA mandates leave standing at least four library incentives to maintain their subscriptions to toll-access journals.\nEven the strongest no-loophole, no-waiver policies preserve incentives to maintain toll-access journal subscriptions.", "downloads overall. No one suggests that green OA leads to", "Open Access: Casualties\nWill a general shift to OA leave casualties?\n \n For example, will rising levels of green OA trigger cancellations of toll-access journals?", "7. Some studies bear on the question of whether increased OA archiving will increase journal cancellations.", "OA policies on subscriptions have the remedy in their own", "10. Green OA policies are justified even if they do create risks for toll-access journals.", "legislators asked publishers directly whether green OA was triggering cancellations.", "9. Some publishers fear that green OA will increase pressure to convert to gold OA.", "strong green OA policies of that kind trigger cancellations of", "that high levels of green OA don’t cause journal cancellations.", "Some subscription journals have found that OA after an embargo period, even a very short one like two months, actually increases submissions and subscriptions. 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[ "A terrorist attack", "Because the world relies so heavily on the internet,", "The author of this piece", "The author is afraid", "What is ironic about the internet?", "One way the internet is damaging society is", "According to the author, who should govern the internet?" ]

[ [ "will one day wipe the internet out.", "will cause the world to have a different view of what goes on on the internet.", "is the only thing more frightening than what takes place online daily.", "will not be as detrimental as a well-placed attack on the internet." ], [ "our economy suffers.", "it must be censored for our own safety.", "countries have to place their own sanctions on it.", "our entire world could crash if it is destroyed." ], [ "has radical ideas concerning how the internet should be controlled.", "is warning us against what is, no doubt, going to happen to us as a society if we continue to rely so heavily on it.", "sees a truth that society is too blind to see.", "has an idealized version of what the internet should be like in mind." ], [ "that the dark web is going to cause long-lasting issues.", "government is going to cause a revolt through their internet sanctions.", "people have lost sight of what the internet is for.", "that huge problems can come from not having proper defenses in place on the internet." ], [ "It was never meant to be such a huge part of society.", "Almost everything that makes the internet function is found on land.", "Major corporations have corrupted it just like the corporate world.", "Donald Trump caused its demise." ], [ "by allowing social media to overtake the lives of the youth of society.", "through the propagation of false stories and skewing things in the wrong way.", "by dumbing down society.", "giving everyone a platform to say anything uncensored." ], [ "The \"Big Four\"", "Individual governments.", "The private sector.", "A body made of multiple entities." ] ]

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[ [ "Last October, unknown hackers used an array of badly", "to nuclear plants. One well-placed attack could do more damage", "one knows. Inevitably, though, it would herald a world", "With globalisation under attack, the ultimate bastion of borderlessness –", "This discussion will likely flair up again soon as", "While cyber attacks and false information campaigns use the internet", "In the past year, as we have witnessed the upending", "As more of the components of a country's critical", "the world. A submarine deliberately destroying one of these cables", "attacks to date. While depriving Americans of Amazon and Facebook", "But the relentless pace and scope with which the internet", "America in one of the largest DDoS (distributed denial-of-service)", "With domestic and geopolitical tensions rising, governments are finding it increasingly hard to function amid a constant barrage of uncontrollable information and potential cyber-attacks, making them grow more wary both of the internet's influence and their ability to control it.", "an end. When it does, it will be another big", "Since we've become dependent on the internet for almost everything we do, dangers to the network's integrity threaten devastating effects. Governments may be tempted to turn inwards in an attempt to shield themselves and their citizens from cyber-attacks.", "While this is a moment of disharmony and uncertainty", "damage than the most aggressive of traditional military campaigns, at", "And US intelligence agencies are by no means the only ones", "the theatre where many of the battles have been fought:", "This is an extended version of a piece originally published in Nesta's 10 predictions for 2017 series" ], [ "But the relentless pace and scope with which the internet", "Since we've become dependent on the internet for almost everything we do, dangers to the network's integrity threaten devastating effects. Governments may be tempted to turn inwards in an attempt to shield themselves and their citizens from cyber-attacks.", "Citizens worldwide have become so dependent on these platforms", "With domestic and geopolitical tensions rising, governments are finding it increasingly hard to function amid a constant barrage of uncontrollable information and potential cyber-attacks, making them grow more wary both of the internet's influence and their ability to control it.", "The fallout from this means we are facing the prospect of countries around the world pulling the plug on the open, global internet and creating their own independent networks. We might be about to see the end of the world wide internet as we know it.", "and global internet, it's hard to imagine what a world", "Despite the internet's ephemeral, lawless appeal, its underlying network", "Now that we are so used to a ubiquitous", "Correction 20 February 2017: this article was updated to correct a few instances of 'web' to 'internet'\nThis article was originally published on TheLong+Short. Read the original article.", "Though the dream of the web internet pioneers was one of a completely open, non-hierarchical internet, over the years barriers have been springing up that restrict this freedom. Bit by bit, the internet is becoming more cordoned off.", "Though the internet was initially heralded as the greatest democratiser", "While cyber attacks and false information campaigns use the internet", "one knows. Inevitably, though, it would herald a world", "have long come to understand the great power of the internet", "more. The global internet as we know it today began", "With various nations eyeing each other suspiciously and traditional alliances crumbling, building alternative structures to make foreign interference more difficult seems a logical consequence.\nWho rules the internet?", "– the global internet – might very well be one the", "internet and have learned how to both harness and restrict", "The growing urge to control the internet has also become", "independence. Internet governance, the catch-all term to describe the processes" ], [ "one knows. 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[ "Why did Barry volunteer to perform the spacewalk to repair the ship?", "Which phrase best describes Robson Hind's motivations in this story?", "What phenomenon causes the changes in Barry Barr after his spacewalk?", "What can we infer from the story about the make-up of the Venusian atmosphere?", "Why was Barry's friend able to build the equipment that Barry wanted for his room so quickly?", "What is the most likely explanation for why Barry's humidifier stopped working?", "What is the jet chief of spaceship Four's chief advantage in the competition with Barry for the same woman's affections?", "Why had Dorothy stayed away from Barry while he was in the hospital?" ]

[ [ "Barry felt that he had the best knowledge and experience for making this repair, as well as a strong, sturdy body.", "Barry believed that volunteering for a dangerous task would improve his standing in the eyes of his girlfriend.", "Based on mission guidelines, those with no specific position on a ship were expected to take on dangerous duties, and Barry knew and understood this.", "Barry knew that the captain would order him to do the repair if he didn't volunteer, and he thought he would get a promotion if he did it without being asked to." ], [ "He wants to do everything the lazy way.", "He is insecure and believes that Barry Barr might take his job.", "He is a coward.", "He will do anything to win the competition for his love interest." ], [ "Because of a leak in his spacesuit, Barry Barr was deprived of oxygen during his spacewalk. This caused the changes.", "Barry Barr's long years working in the tropics caused the change, but it only showed up after his spacewalk.", "Barry Barr received a high dose of Sigma radiation. This caused the changes.", "Robson Hind secretly put a toxic material into Barry Barr's spacesuit. This caused the changes." ], [ "It contained enough oxygen to support human life without any assistive devices.", "Everyone had to wear helmets to filter out the noxious gases from the swamps.", "The atmosphere of Venus is made up mainly of carbon dioxide, which supports a lot of plant life.", "The atmosphere contained compounds that caused lung problems for most people." ], [ "Because all of the needed material happened to be sitting nearby, unused.", "Because Barry's equipment drawings were very easy to follow.", "Because Barry was considered a hero, and the colonists wanted to help him.", "Because Barry's friend was extremely influential among the colonists." ], [ "Barry was depressed about Dorothy and tried to commit suicide.", "On Venus, the hot, heavy atmosphere caused machines to break down constantly.", "Dr. Jensen had set up an experiment to determine whether Barry really needed the humidifier.", "A jealous Robson Hind wanted to finish Barry off to eliminate his competitor for Dorothy." ], [ "He is a better engineer, and will therefore achieve a higher social position than Barry.", "He is rich, good-looking and sophisticated.", "The woman simply prefers the jet chief. It's a simple matter of pheromones.", "He is strong and brave, while Barry is slowly turning into a humanoid fish." ], [ "Because she didn't like the hot, humid atmosphere in his hospital room.", "Because she received a letter that purported to be from Barry's lawful spouse on Earth, and she thought he was a cheater.", "Because her duties as toxicologist and dietician, providing for the colonists' needs, kept her too busy to visit him.", "Because she was repulsed by his physical changes and had to overcome that feeling." ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "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.\"", "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.", "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 Barr had volunteered, and because the enlightened guesses of the\n experts called for men and women familiar with tropical conditions,", "Rebellious reluctance flared briefly in Barry's mind. Dorothy Voorhees\n had refused to make a definite promise before blasting off in Three—in", "\"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!\"", "the beam meant that some Earthmen were alive upon Venus. They were not\n necessarily diving straight toward oblivion. Barry, sick as he was,\n felt the thrill of the unknown world that lay ahead.", "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.", "Barry found the debris of the meteorite, an ugly shining splotch\n against the dull superceramic tube, readied his power chisel, started", "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", "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.", "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.", "Barry bounded toward them in a series of soaring leaps, knife and spear\n ready. One Venusian turned to meet him, grinning maliciously.", "pinpoints of the stars, all stared with cosmic disinterest at the tiny\n figure crawling along the hull. His spacesuit trapped and amplified\n breathing and heartbeats into a roaring chaos that was an invitation", "Barry unhitched his straps and sat up.\n\n\n \"Say,\" he asked anxiously. \"What's haywire with the air?\"", "But Barry took one deep breath, then another. The stabbing needles in\n his chest blunted, and the choking band around his throat loosened.", "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 accepted the outrageous statement unemotionally. He was beyond\n shock.\n\n\n \"But there must be—\"", "Barry nodded, a smile beginning to spread across his drawn features.\n\n\n \"Perfect. Now put the window back.\"" ], [ "But Robson Hind too had been attracted. He was the only son of the\n business manager of the great Hoskins Corporation which carried", "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.", "made Robson Hind more than just another rich man's spoiled son had\n carried him too far. Barry wondered whether it had been inefficiency or\n judiciously distributed money that had made the psychometrists overlook", "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.", "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.", "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.", "\"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.", "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.", "The man who emerged from the airlock would be flipping a coin with a\n particularly unpleasant form of death.\n\n\n Many pairs of eyes turned toward Robson Hind. He was jet chief.", "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.", "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.", "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", "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", "The accident with the scaffold had been remarkably convenient, but\n this time the ruthless, restless, probably psychopathic drive that had", "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.", "\"For the safety of the ship.\" That phrase, taken from the ancient\n Earthbound code of the sea, had occurred repeatedly in the", "But even with his trickery Hind had lost.\n\n\n He slept, and woke with a feeling of doom.", "brash assurance that went with it. But if Hind only were to reach Venus\n alive—\nThe blazing disc of Sol, the minor globes of the planets, the unwinking", "some undesirable traits in Hind's personality in accepting him for the\n Five Ship Plan.", "There was a smell in his nostrils. The smell of water. He lurched\n forward at a shambling run, stumbling over the uneven ground." ], [ "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "Barry found the debris of the meteorite, an ugly shining splotch\n against the dull superceramic tube, readied his power chisel, started", "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 Barr—Earthman transmuted—swap\n \nhis Terran heritage for the deep dark", "Barry's mind was working furiously. The changes the Sigma radiations\n had inflicted upon his body might reverse themselves spontaneously, Dr.", "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.", "the beam meant that some Earthmen were alive upon Venus. They were not\n necessarily diving straight toward oblivion. Barry, sick as he was,\n felt the thrill of the unknown world that lay ahead.", "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?\"", "But Barry took one deep breath, then another. The stabbing needles in\n his chest blunted, and the choking band around his throat loosened.", "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.", "pinpoints of the stars, all stared with cosmic disinterest at the tiny\n figure crawling along the hull. His spacesuit trapped and amplified\n breathing and heartbeats into a roaring chaos that was an invitation", "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.\"", "gravitation, by something called Sigma radiation. Man had never\n encountered it until leaving Earth, and little was known of it\n except that short exposure killed test animals and left their bodies\n unpredictably altered.", "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", "\"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!\"", "Nick looked startled. \"Nothing. Everything checked out when I came off\n watch a few minutes ago.\"\n\n\n Barry shrugged. \"Probably just me. Guess I'll go see if I can mooch a\n handout.\"" ], [ "Venus was the diametric opposite of lifeless Mars. Through the fog\n gigantic insects hummed and buzzed like lost airplanes, but fortunately\n they were harmless and timid.", "Venus, its true surface forever hidden by enshrouding mists, had been\n well within one-way range. But Hoskins fuel requirements for a round\n trip added up to something beyond critical mass. Impossible.", "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.", "Venusian air poured in.\n\n\n \"For this I left Panama?\" one of the men yelped.\n\n\n \"Enough to gag a maggot,\" another agreed with hand to nose.", "rely upon Venusian plants and animals. She would guard against subtle\n delayed-action poisons, meanwhile devising ways of preparing Venusian\n materials to suit Earth tastes and digestions.", "progressed, but from his visitors' words he learned something of\n Venusian conditions and the story of the Colony.", "The slow Venusian twilight had ended in blackness and the overhead\n tubelight was off.\n\n\n He sat up, and apprehension gave way to burning torture in his chest.", "the beam meant that some Earthmen were alive upon Venus. They were not\n necessarily diving straight toward oblivion. Barry, sick as he was,\n felt the thrill of the unknown world that lay ahead.", "The jungle had been flamed away in a huge circle around the colony to\n minimize the chances of surprise by anything that might attack, but the\n blasting was an almost continuous process. The plants of Venus grew\n with a vigor approaching fury.", "Test borings from the ledge had located traces of oil and radioactive\n minerals, while enough Venusian plants had proven edible to provide an\n adequate though monotonous food source.", "The most important question—that of the presence or absence of\n intelligent, civilized Venusians—remained unanswered. Some of the men", "Outside lay the unknown world of Venus, and an open, unguarded window\n might invite disaster.", "he had survived the rigorous weeding-out process. His duties in Venus\n Colony would be to refabricate the discarded ships into whatever form\n was most needed—most particularly a launching ramp—and to study", "dead Venusian had fired at Barry, handling them as though they were\n loot of the greatest value. He jerked cruelly at the slender metallic\n necklace the girl wore but it did not break.", "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.", "native Venusian materials.", "He tugged at the jagged pieces still clinging to the frame. Fog-laden\n Venusian air poured in—but it was not enough!", "brash assurance that went with it. But if Hind only were to reach Venus\n alive—\nThe blazing disc of Sol, the minor globes of the planets, the unwinking", "struggle for survival had so far been too pressing to permit extended\n or detailed explorations. Venus remained a planet of unsolved mysteries.", "On Venus the leftover fuel from all five would be transferred to\n whichever ship had survived the outbound voyage in best condition." ], [ "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.", "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.", "Barry nodded, a smile beginning to spread across his drawn features.\n\n\n \"Perfect. Now put the window back.\"", "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.", "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.", "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.", "She seemed utterly independent, self-contained, completely intellectual\n despite her beauty, but Barry had not been deceived. From the moment", "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", "Barry had met her at Training Base and known at once that his years of\n loneliness had come to an end.", "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.", "But Barry took one deep breath, then another. The stabbing needles in\n his chest blunted, and the choking band around his throat loosened.", "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.", "\"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 Barr had volunteered, and because the enlightened guesses of the\n experts called for men and women familiar with tropical conditions,", "Barry remembered the spring-opening knife in his pocket, and even as\n he flicked the blade out the tube-weapon fired. Sound thrummed in the", "made Robson Hind more than just another rich man's spoiled son had\n carried him too far. Barry wondered whether it had been inefficiency or\n judiciously distributed money that had made the psychometrists overlook", "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", "Nick looked startled. \"Nothing. Everything checked out when I came off\n watch a few minutes ago.\"\n\n\n Barry shrugged. \"Probably just me. Guess I'll go see if I can mooch a\n handout.\"", "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 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.", "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 unhitched his straps and sat up.\n\n\n \"Say,\" he asked anxiously. \"What's haywire with the air?\"", "Silence! He fumbled for the light switch, then knelt beside the mist\n machine that no longer hummed. Power and water supplies were both dead,\n cut off outside his room.", "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.", "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.", "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", "Nick looked startled. \"Nothing. Everything checked out when I came off\n watch a few minutes ago.\"\n\n\n Barry shrugged. \"Probably just me. Guess I'll go see if I can mooch a\n handout.\"", "But Barry took one deep breath, then another. The stabbing needles in\n his chest blunted, and the choking band around his throat loosened.", "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.", "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.", "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.\"", "Barry accepted the outrageous statement unemotionally. He was beyond\n shock.\n\n\n \"But there must be—\"", "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 Barr had volunteered, and because the enlightened guesses of the\n experts called for men and women familiar with tropical conditions,", "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 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", "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" ], [ "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.", "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.", "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", "She seemed utterly independent, self-contained, completely intellectual\n despite her beauty, but Barry had not been deceived. From the moment", "Barry bounded toward them in a series of soaring leaps, knife and spear\n ready. One Venusian turned to meet him, grinning maliciously.", "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.", "\"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!\"", "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", "dead Venusian had fired at Barry, handling them as though they were\n loot of the greatest value. He jerked cruelly at the slender metallic\n necklace the girl wore but it did not break.", "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.", "The man who emerged from the airlock would be flipping a coin with a\n particularly unpleasant form of death.\n\n\n Many pairs of eyes turned toward Robson Hind. He was jet chief.", "Barry found the debris of the meteorite, an ugly shining splotch\n against the dull superceramic tube, readied his power chisel, started", "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.", "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.", "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.", "Rebellious reluctance flared briefly in Barry's mind. Dorothy Voorhees\n had refused to make a definite promise before blasting off in Three—in", "Barry dug one foot into the bottom and sidestepped a spear thrust. His\n own lunge missed completely. Then he and the Venusian were inside each", "the beam meant that some Earthmen were alive upon Venus. They were not\n necessarily diving straight toward oblivion. Barry, sick as he was,\n felt the thrill of the unknown world that lay ahead.", "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.", "Barry had met her at Training Base and known at once that his years of\n loneliness had come to an end." ], [ "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 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", "Rebellious reluctance flared briefly in Barry's mind. Dorothy Voorhees\n had refused to make a definite promise before blasting off in Three—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.", "She seemed utterly independent, self-contained, completely intellectual\n despite her beauty, but Barry had not been deceived. From the moment", "But despite the doctor's pessimistic reports that the changes had not\n stopped, Barry continued to tell himself he was recovering. He had", "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", "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.", "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", "\"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 had met her at Training Base and known at once that his years of\n loneliness had come to an end.", "\"Barry! Barry!\" she whispered. \"I can't help it. I love you even if you\n do have a wife and child in Philadelphia. I know it's wrong but all", "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", "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 Barry took one deep breath, then another. The stabbing needles in\n his chest blunted, and the choking band around his throat loosened.", "Then one day he woke from a nap and thought he was still dreaming.\n Dorothy was leaning over him.", "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.", "\"Dorothy!\" he said fervently.\n\n\n Then his arms were around her and she was responding to his kiss.", "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." ] ]

[ "At the time of the story's setting, what has happened to life on Earth?", "Ryd Randl", "Burshis is incredibly optimistic because", "What are Ryd's thoughts about working and having a job?", "For a moment, why does Ryd open up to Mury?", "How do the pair plan to infiltrate the ship?", "The irony considering Ryd's position in the plan is" ]

[ [ "Mars is now the epicenter of the universe.", "The climate has changed.", "Earth is no longer in power.", "All of the above." ], [ "Is a very respected citizen due to powerful occupation.", "Has been plotting the events of the current evening for a significant amount of time.", "Knows that his fate is to die fighting for his beliefs.", "Lives on the fringe of society, and is incredibly apathetic and bitter." ], [ "He knows that Mury is going to save the planet.", "He believes that the power is about to be restored to the planet.", "He knows that Ryd is going to save the planet.", "He knows that the war is about to begin and he will once again be at peace." ], [ "He knows that everyone must work to earn their keep.", "He had one in the past, it was ripped from him, and he is done with the working life.", "He believes that hard work is the only way to restore balance to the world.", "He can take it or leave it, but he does enjoy having money to drink." ], [ "Ryd and Mury are friends from the past, and Ryd wants to tell Mury about things he has missed out on in Ryd's life.", "Ryd is completely drunk and cannot stop talking.", "He believes that Mury is a true ally in the war that they are to face together.", "Ryd believes Mury understands Ryd's disdain for losing his job." ], [ "Ryd is going to bring Mury on as a prisoner.", "Mury is going to bring Ryd on as a prisoner.", "Mury is going to kill the crew and take the ship over.", "Ryd is going to kill the crew and take the ship over." ], [ "He agrees to do it for money, but he is already wealthy.", "He agrees to do it for money, but he will never be able to spend it.", "There is no irony in it at all.", "He saves a planet he will never see again." ] ]

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[ [ "And after the middle of the eighth century, robot labor gave Mars its\n full economic independence—and domination. For power is—power; and\n there is the Restriction Act to keep men on Earth even if more than two", "sold the whole planet to Mars. Because they lack the courage and\n vision to retool Earth's plants and factories for the inescapable\n conflict, they're selling us out—making Earth, the first home of man,", "a colony of the Red Planet. Do you know what Earth is to the great\n Martian land-owners?\nDo you?\n\" He paused out of breath; then finished", "\"What goes on here?\" snapped the guard, frowning at the tall figure\n silhouetted against the glow in the airlock. \"The crew's signaled all\n aboard and the ship lifts in two minutes. You ought to be—\"", "their hands willingly to the rebuilding of decadent Earth, only to\n be refused by the weak leaders who can neither defy the enemy nor\n capitulate frankly to him.\"", "And that was it. The almost airless Martian sky, with its burning\n actinic rays, is so favorable for the use of the helio-dynamic engine.", "Burshis' smile stayed put. He said affably, \"Didn't you hear that ship\n that just came down on the Mesa? That was the ship from Mars—the", "Saboteur of Space\nBy ROBERT ABERNATHY\nFresh power was coming to Earth, energy\n\n which would bring life to a dying planet.\n\n Only two men stood in its way, one a cowardly", "again very soon, though Earth weight was undoubtedly incommoding\n its crew. About it a few figures stood that were stiffly erect and\n immobile, as tall as tall men. From head to toe they were scarlet.", "almost lightless city with sound. A beam swayed through the throbbing\n darkness, caught the descending ship and held it, a small gleaming\n minnow slipping through the dark heavens. A faint glow rose from Pi", "Ryd watched in painful suspense. There was no sound in his ears save\n for the hard, dry shrilling of the ray as it bit into the steel. It\n seemed to be crying:\nrun, run", "duty to an outworn system.... We are now somewhere near the orbit of\n the Moon. Isn't that right, Arliess?\"", "when she lifts.\" For a moment his black eyes\n shifted, hardening, toward Runway Four. The Martian warship lay there\n beyond the solenoid, a spiteful hundred-foot swordfish of steel, with", "of dust lay on every step. Up there were the meters and switches of\n the disused terminal facilities of the spaceport; beyond the metal\n door marked CAUTION, just beyond the stairwell, lay the long runway", "working—the billions caught in the net of a corrupt government and\n sold as an economic prey to the ruthless masters of Mars. This, after\n they've borne all the hardships of a year of embargo, have offered", "\"Robots!\" gasped Ryd, clutching his companion's arm convulsively.\n \"Martian soldier robots!\"", "Outside, between lightless buildings, the still cold closed in on\n them. They kept walking—so fast that Ryd began to lose his breath,\n long-accustomed though his lungs were to the high, thin air.", "themselves. The burly engineer was muttering phrases of obscene fervor;\n the weedy young pilot was wild-eyed. The blond astrogator, sitting\n still masked and apparently unmoved, demanded:", "And out on the steel-stripped tarmac, under the solenoid of Number\n Two Runway, lay a towship, backed like a stegosaur with its massive", "\"I supposed you had examined the log. It would have told you that\n that's the liner\nAlborak\n, out of Aeropolis with a diplomatic mission\n for Mars.\"" ], [ "The man on Ryd's immediate right leaned toward him. He laid a hand on\n his arm, gripping it hard, and said quietly: \"So you're Ryd Randl.\"", "\"So you're Ryd Randl,\" repeated the stranger after a moment's silence.\n \"I might have known you. But I'd almost given up finding you tonight.\"", "of working, anyway. No job for Ryd Randl. They gave him one once and\n then took it away. He drank still more deeply.", "The question hung in the air for a long moment. Then Ryd, with\n an effort, said, \"Sure.\" A moment later it struck him that the", "Ryd could only stare, cringing and bewildered. Mury went on with a\n passion shocking after his smooth calm:", "Ryd was pacing beside him now. He felt a queer upsurge of confidence in\n this strange man; for too long he had met no sympathy and all too few", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nRyd Randl stood, slouching a little, in the darkened footway, and", "\"Cover him, Ryd,\" ordered Mury flatly. In obedience Ryd lugged out\n the heavy flame pistol and pointed it; his finger was dangerously", "Above, Ryd Randl waited in the lock, flattened against the curved\n wall, white and jittering. The inner door was shut, an impenetrable\n countersunk mirror of metal.", "Ryd followed dog-like, his feet in their worn shoes moving without his\n volition. He was frightened. Out of his very fright came a longing to\n placate Mury, assure him that he, Ryd, was on the same side whatever\n happened....", "Ryd was voiceless. Something seemed increasingly ominous about the\n tall, spare man at his side. He wished himself back in Burshis' with\n his first free drink in a month. The thought of it brought tears to his\n eyes.", "Outside, between lightless buildings, the still cold closed in on\n them. They kept walking—so fast that Ryd began to lose his breath,\n long-accustomed though his lungs were to the high, thin air.", "Ryd emerged, with much bungling, from his padded clamps, and shook his\n head groggily as he ran a hand through his slightly thinning hair. He\n ventured shakily, \"Where are we?\"", "\"Suppose we step outside, Ryd. I'd like to talk to you.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea?\" demanded Ryd, his small store of natural courage\n floated to the top by alcohol.", "\"All right, Ryd,\" he said coolly. \"Trade clothes with this fellow. I've\n brought you this far—you're taking me the rest of the way.\"\n\n\n The rest of the way.", "Ryd had blacked out, darkness washing into his eyes and consciousness\n draining from his head, as the space ship had pitched out into", "Ryd was still panting, and his side was paining from the strenuous\n exertion of the long climb up the side of the mountain, far from the", "Ryd backed—the white, tense face of the prisoner holding his own\n nervous gaze—and, almost out of the lock, stumbled over the metal", "the thin mouth below it. An expensive transparent hat slanted over the\n face, and from its iridescent shadows gleamed eyes that were alert and\n almost frighteningly black. Ryd noted that the man wore a dark-gray", "\"I don't get it,\" mumbled Ryd, frowning. He found words that he had\n heard somewhere a day or so before, in some bar or flophouse: \"The" ], [ "\"Say, Burshis,\" he started nervously, as the bulky man halted with his\n back to him. But Burshis turned, still smiling, shaking his head so\n that his jowls quivered.", "Burshis' smile stayed put. He said affably, \"Didn't you hear that ship\n that just came down on the Mesa? That was the ship from Mars—the", "Ryd was startled by the nod. Burshis finished serving another customer\n and maneuvered down the stained chrome-and-synthyl bar. Ryd was\n heartened.", "recognized him, they showed it only by looking fixedly at something\n else. Only Burshis Yuns kept his static smile and nodded with\n surprising friendliness at Ryd's pinched, old-young face.", "Ryd shrugged limply; the play was meaningless to him. He turned to\n shuffle down the inviting ramp into the glowing interior of Burshis'\n dive.", "Ryd was voiceless. Something seemed increasingly ominous about the\n tall, spare man at his side. He wished himself back in Burshis' with\n his first free drink in a month. The thought of it brought tears to his\n eyes.", "The drink almost spilled itself in Ryd's hand. Clutching it\n convulsively, he made his eyes narrow and said suspiciously, \"What you\n setting 'em up for, Burshis? It's the first time since—\"", "watched the sky over Dynamopolis come alive with searchlights. The\n shuttered glow of Burshis' Stumble Inn was only a few yards off to his\n right, but even that lodestone failed before the novel interest of a", "said as if in wonder, \"I do.\"\nIII\nShahrazad\ndrove steadily forward into deep space, vibrating slightly", "Ryd was pacing beside him now. He felt a queer upsurge of confidence in\n this strange man; for too long he had met no sympathy and all too few", "The place was crowded with men and smoke. Perhaps half the former were\n asleep, on tables or on the floor; but for the few places like Burshis'", "The question hung in the air for a long moment. Then Ryd, with\n an effort, said, \"Sure.\" A moment later it struck him that the", "\"Relax,\" said Mury in a low voice. \"Nothing's gone wrong. We'll be\n aboard the\nShahrazad", "themselves. The burly engineer was muttering phrases of obscene fervor;\n the weedy young pilot was wild-eyed. The blond astrogator, sitting\n still masked and apparently unmoved, demanded:", "Outside, between lightless buildings, the still cold closed in on\n them. They kept walking—so fast that Ryd began to lose his breath,\n long-accustomed though his lungs were to the high, thin air.", "\"Suppose we step outside, Ryd. I'd like to talk to you.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea?\" demanded Ryd, his small store of natural courage\n floated to the top by alcohol.", "For a moment Ryd felt relief—he had hazily imagined that Mury's hatred\n of Mars and all things Martian might have led him to try to sabotage", "\"You won't lose,\" said Mury. He seemed to relax. But the menace with\n which he had clothed himself clung, as he turned back on the way they\n had come.", "Mury too sat silent and immobile for a minute or more. Then, abruptly,\n he inclined his universal chair far to the right, and his long frame\n seemed to tense oddly. His finger stabbed out one of the sparks of\n light.", "the solenoid wickets. Those metal arches, crowding one on the other\n in perspective, formed a tunnel that effectively shielded the\nShahrazad's" ], [ "of working, anyway. No job for Ryd Randl. They gave him one once and\n then took it away. He drank still more deeply.", "\"How long have you been out of a job, Ryd?\"\n\n\n \"Nine ... ten years. Say, what's it to you?\"\n\n\n \"And why, Ryd?\"", "The question hung in the air for a long moment. Then Ryd, with\n an effort, said, \"Sure.\" A moment later it struck him that the", "He left Ryd frowning, thinking fuzzily. A warming gulp seemed to clear\n his head. Jobs. So they thought they could put that over on him again,", "Ryd was pacing beside him now. He felt a queer upsurge of confidence in\n this strange man; for too long he had met no sympathy and all too few", "Ryd followed dog-like, his feet in their worn shoes moving without his\n volition. He was frightened. Out of his very fright came a longing to\n placate Mury, assure him that he, Ryd, was on the same side whatever\n happened....", "Ryd could only stare, cringing and bewildered. Mury went on with a\n passion shocking after his smooth calm:", "Ryd was voiceless. Something seemed increasingly ominous about the\n tall, spare man at his side. He wished himself back in Burshis' with\n his first free drink in a month. The thought of it brought tears to his\n eyes.", "\"Don't misunderstand me, Ryd—you mean nothing at all to me as an\n individual. But you're one of a vast mass of men for whom I am", "shoulder: \"You know what that means, Ryd. Some life around here again.\n Jobs for all the bums in this town—even for you.\"", "Suspicion was chill reality now in Ryd's mind. And he knew one thing\n certainly—if he refused now to accompany Mury, he would be killed, by", "\"I don't get it,\" mumbled Ryd, frowning. He found words that he had\n heard somewhere a day or so before, in some bar or flophouse: \"The", "\"Suppose we step outside, Ryd. I'd like to talk to you.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea?\" demanded Ryd, his small store of natural courage\n floated to the top by alcohol.", "Ryd was dazed. His mind had never been constructed to cope with such\n ideas and the past few years had not improved its capabilities. \"Are\n you talking about the power cylinder?\" he demanded blurrily.", "Ryd emerged, with much bungling, from his padded clamps, and shook his\n head groggily as he ran a hand through his slightly thinning hair. He\n ventured shakily, \"Where are we?\"", "The man on Ryd's immediate right leaned toward him. He laid a hand on\n his arm, gripping it hard, and said quietly: \"So you're Ryd Randl.\"", "Ryd backed—the white, tense face of the prisoner holding his own\n nervous gaze—and, almost out of the lock, stumbled over the metal", "Ryd watched in painful suspense. There was no sound in his ears save\n for the hard, dry shrilling of the ray as it bit into the steel. It\n seemed to be crying:\nrun, run", "For a moment Ryd felt relief—he had hazily imagined that Mury's hatred\n of Mars and all things Martian might have led him to try to sabotage", "The other laughed shortly. \"No. I'm just a man about to offer you a\n chance. For a come-back, Ryd—a chance to live again.... My name—you\n can call me Mury.\"" ], [ "Ryd could only stare, cringing and bewildered. Mury went on with a\n passion shocking after his smooth calm:", "Ryd followed dog-like, his feet in their worn shoes moving without his\n volition. He was frightened. Out of his very fright came a longing to\n placate Mury, assure him that he, Ryd, was on the same side whatever\n happened....", "The other laughed shortly. \"No. I'm just a man about to offer you a\n chance. For a come-back, Ryd—a chance to live again.... My name—you\n can call me Mury.\"", "Suspicion was chill reality now in Ryd's mind. And he knew one thing\n certainly—if he refused now to accompany Mury, he would be killed, by", "Ryd was pacing beside him now. He felt a queer upsurge of confidence in\n this strange man; for too long he had met no sympathy and all too few", "The question hung in the air for a long moment. Then Ryd, with\n an effort, said, \"Sure.\" A moment later it struck him that the", "Mury's voice broke through that steady murmur, coming from Ryd's right.", "For a moment Ryd felt relief—he had hazily imagined that Mury's hatred\n of Mars and all things Martian might have led him to try to sabotage", "\"Cover him, Ryd,\" ordered Mury flatly. In obedience Ryd lugged out\n the heavy flame pistol and pointed it; his finger was dangerously", "Ryd felt a trembling relief; but Mury's voice lashed out like a whip as\n he slipped cat-like into the passage.", "\"Suppose we step outside, Ryd. I'd like to talk to you.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea?\" demanded Ryd, his small store of natural courage\n floated to the top by alcohol.", "Ryd was voiceless. Something seemed increasingly ominous about the\n tall, spare man at his side. He wished himself back in Burshis' with\n his first free drink in a month. The thought of it brought tears to his\n eyes.", "Ryd backed—the white, tense face of the prisoner holding his own\n nervous gaze—and, almost out of the lock, stumbled over the metal", "Ryd had a bad moment before he saw that the face wasn't that of any\n plain-clothes man he knew. For that matter, it didn't belong to anybody", "The lock gave way and the door slipped aside. A light went on inside,\n and Ryd's heart stopped, backfired, and started again, raggedly. The", "The drink almost spilled itself in Ryd's hand. Clutching it\n convulsively, he made his eyes narrow and said suspiciously, \"What you\n setting 'em up for, Burshis? It's the first time since—\"", "The man on Ryd's immediate right leaned toward him. He laid a hand on\n his arm, gripping it hard, and said quietly: \"So you're Ryd Randl.\"", "\"How long have you been out of a job, Ryd?\"\n\n\n \"Nine ... ten years. Say, what's it to you?\"\n\n\n \"And why, Ryd?\"", "\"One blow for freedom!\" said Mury with caught breath. His voice fell\n upon air scarcely stilled since the sodden thump of the blow that had\n killed the guard.", "\"I don't get it,\" mumbled Ryd, frowning. He found words that he had\n heard somewhere a day or so before, in some bar or flophouse: \"The" ], [ "\"I'm talking about this. That ship is a warship, and it's looking for\n us—will intercept us inside of twenty minutes at the most!\"", "\"What goes on here?\" snapped the guard, frowning at the tall figure\n silhouetted against the glow in the airlock. \"The crew's signaled all\n aboard and the ship lifts in two minutes. You ought to be—\"", "\"What do\nyou\nthink?\" demanded Mury in return. \"I'm taking the ship", "The slight man in guardsman's blue glanced over his shoulder and\n vanished abruptly into the circular lock. His companion wheeled on the", "\"Oh, God. We're caught. We're trapped!\" The outer gangway had slid up,", "Mury took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. His face was\n once more bleakly impassive; only the mouth was an ugly line. \"We're\n going to do something about it, you and I. Tonight. Now.\"", "\"Where else?\" said Mury.\nThe official-looking individual in the expensive topcoat and sport hat\n had reached the starboard airlock of the towship before anyone thought", "\"I think,\" Mury said quietly, flexing his left wrist with care the\n while his right held the gun steady, \"that you'd better come aboard\n with us.\"", "the latter and his two companions were neither ready nor armed; clamped\n in their seats at the controls, already marked, they were helpless in\n an instant before the leveled menace of the gun. And the imprisoned", "themselves. The burly engineer was muttering phrases of obscene fervor;\n the weedy young pilot was wild-eyed. The blond astrogator, sitting\n still masked and apparently unmoved, demanded:", "Mury smiled slightly. \"Only our astrogator,\" he indicated Arliess,\n still masked and fettered, \"can tell you that with precision. I", "delivery of the power which will revivify our industries.\" He paused,\n sighed, shifting his weight to the next lower step of the gangway. \"I\n suppose you'll want to re-check my credentials?\"", "The young astrogator stared at him and at the gun through masking\n goggles; then he sank into his seat with a slow shudder. \"Why, yes,\" he", "their principles and ambitions, stood talking rather nervously with two\n officers, aristocratically gaudy in the scarlet of the Martian Fleet.\n Blue-clad guardsmen of Earth watched from a distance—watched boredly", "to the tremendous thrust of her powerful engines. The small, cramped\n cabin was stiflingly hot to the three armored men who sat before its\n banked dials, watching their steady needles.", "\"Relax,\" said Mury in a low voice. \"Nothing's gone wrong. We'll be\n aboard the\nShahrazad", "almost lightless city with sound. A beam swayed through the throbbing\n darkness, caught the descending ship and held it, a small gleaming\n minnow slipping through the dark heavens. A faint glow rose from Pi", "of it. But—you will. I'll need you. As for your friends—\" The gun\n muzzle shifted slightly to indicate the pilot and the engineer. \"Out of", "\"They're unarmed, harmless. They aren't your police with built-in\n weapons. Only the humans are dangerous. But we've got to move. For\n God's sake, take it easy.\"", "They emerged in shadow, hugging the wall. Almost a quarter of a mile to\n the right the megalith of the Communications Tower, crowned with many" ], [ "The question hung in the air for a long moment. Then Ryd, with\n an effort, said, \"Sure.\" A moment later it struck him that the", "Suspicion was chill reality now in Ryd's mind. And he knew one thing\n certainly—if he refused now to accompany Mury, he would be killed, by", "Ryd could only stare, cringing and bewildered. Mury went on with a\n passion shocking after his smooth calm:", "\"Cover him, Ryd,\" ordered Mury flatly. In obedience Ryd lugged out\n the heavy flame pistol and pointed it; his finger was dangerously", "Ryd was pacing beside him now. He felt a queer upsurge of confidence in\n this strange man; for too long he had met no sympathy and all too few", "The man on Ryd's immediate right leaned toward him. He laid a hand on\n his arm, gripping it hard, and said quietly: \"So you're Ryd Randl.\"", "Ryd followed dog-like, his feet in their worn shoes moving without his\n volition. He was frightened. Out of his very fright came a longing to\n placate Mury, assure him that he, Ryd, was on the same side whatever\n happened....", "Ryd was voiceless. Something seemed increasingly ominous about the\n tall, spare man at his side. He wished himself back in Burshis' with\n his first free drink in a month. The thought of it brought tears to his\n eyes.", "Ryd was dazed. His mind had never been constructed to cope with such\n ideas and the past few years had not improved its capabilities. \"Are\n you talking about the power cylinder?\" he demanded blurrily.", "\"Don't misunderstand me, Ryd—you mean nothing at all to me as an\n individual. But you're one of a vast mass of men for whom I am", "\"Suppose we step outside, Ryd. I'd like to talk to you.\"\n\n\n \"What's the idea?\" demanded Ryd, his small store of natural courage\n floated to the top by alcohol.", "Ryd backed—the white, tense face of the prisoner holding his own\n nervous gaze—and, almost out of the lock, stumbled over the metal", "Ryd had blacked out, darkness washing into his eyes and consciousness\n draining from his head, as the space ship had pitched out into", "The other laughed shortly. \"No. I'm just a man about to offer you a\n chance. For a come-back, Ryd—a chance to live again.... My name—you\n can call me Mury.\"", "He left Ryd frowning, thinking fuzzily. A warming gulp seemed to clear\n his head. Jobs. So they thought they could put that over on him again,", "of Ryd's stomach before he realized that a warning at least must be\n sounded before the ship could lift. But that might come any moment now.", "the thin mouth below it. An expensive transparent hat slanted over the\n face, and from its iridescent shadows gleamed eyes that were alert and\n almost frighteningly black. Ryd noted that the man wore a dark-gray", "Ryd watched in painful suspense. There was no sound in his ears save\n for the hard, dry shrilling of the ray as it bit into the steel. It\n seemed to be crying:\nrun, run", "\"All right, Ryd,\" he said coolly. \"Trade clothes with this fellow. I've\n brought you this far—you're taking me the rest of the way.\"\n\n\n The rest of the way.", "Ryd was nearly sober. And wholly terrified. He got out chokingly,\n \"What's that mean?\"\n\n\n \"The power shell—isn't coming in as planned.\"" ] ]

[ "When the plague is initially noticed, who do official believe to be the blame for its exhistance?", "What is the oddest part about this illness?", "Initially, what is the irony concerning the illness?", "What does the general do that surprises everyone?", "What is one odd revilation that Andy has concerning who has contracted the illness.", "Who has contracted the illness?", "Who gets ill and helps Andy break the case?", "What is the source of the illness" ]

[ [ "There is no speculation. The focus is on finding a cure.", "Their own military because they allowed a breech in protocal to allow the infection to get out to the public.", "Humans contracted it from animals.", "A foreign enemy who released the illness as some sort of germ warfair" ], [ "Everyone who has contracted it has died within 24 hours.", "Only wealthy people have contracted it.", "Only poor people have contracted it.", "Though those who have contracted it have become very ill, no one has died. " ], [ "It was originally intended for population control of wild boar.", "It was never intended to make people ill.", "It was only intended to make those in the military ill. ", "Doctors would not be able to determine its true nature until someone died." ], [ "He decides that he is the only one capable of getting to the bottom of the issue.", "He puts a woman in charge of the investigation.", "He sends a higher ranking official to go grunt work so that Andy can focus on the task at hand.", "He repremands Andy for insubordination." ], [ "Only women have it.", "Only men have it.", "No one in the military has contracted it.", "Only doctors have contracted it." ], [ "All of the above", "Artists", "Musicians", "Writers." ], [ "The corporal", "Andy", "Bettijean", "Janis" ], [ "Envelops", "The wind", "Stamps", "The water" ] ]

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[ [ "\"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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"It's hitting everybody,\" Bettijean said helplessly. \"Not many kids so\n far, thank heavens. But housewives, businessmen, office workers,", "THE PLAGUE\nBy TEDDY KELLER\nSuppose a strictly one hundred per cent American plague\n showed up.... One that attacked only people within the", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "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", "\"But this is incredible,\" a two-star general wailed. \"A mysterious\n epidemic is sweeping the country, possibly an insidious germ attack", "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?\"", "\"It's not contagious,\" Andy growled. \"Find some blankets or coats to\n cover her. And get a glass of water.\"", "Andy tried to smile. \"One thing we do know. It's not a communicable\n thing. Thank heaven for—\"", "\"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", "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", "\"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.\"", "Andy coughed, trying to clear his raw throat. \"It's crazy,\" he said.\n \"From the Senate and House on down, I haven't found a single\n government worker sick.\"", "\"Sure,\" Bettijean brightened, then sobered. \"Maybe not. The brass\n could keep it secret if an epidemic hit an army camp. And they could", "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." ], [ "\"What is it?\" he cried suddenly, banging the desk. \"People deathly\n ill, but nobody dying. And doctors can't identify the poison until", "everybody had it. But the country doctor in another section hadn't\n even heard of it.\" Andy could only shake his head.", "\"It's not contagious,\" Andy growled. \"Find some blankets or coats to\n cover her. And get a glass of water.\"", "\"This is insane,\" Andy muttered. \"Doctors and dentists are\n fine—writers and poets are sick. Make sense out of that.\"", "She mustered a smile, and breathed, \"Better. I ... I was so scared.\n Fever and dizzy ... symptoms like the epidemic.\"", "\"But this is incredible,\" a two-star general wailed. \"A mysterious\n epidemic is sweeping the country, possibly an insidious germ attack", "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?\"", "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.\"", "manner. \"You know you may feel pretty miserable, but nobody's conked\n out with this stuff yet.\"", "spreading like ... well, like a plague.\" Fear flickered deep in her\n dark eyes.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "Andy coughed, trying to clear his raw throat. \"It's crazy,\" he said.\n \"From the Senate and House on down, I haven't found a single\n government worker sick.\"", "Andy tried to smile. \"One thing we do know. It's not a communicable\n thing. Thank heaven for—\"", "\"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.\"", "\"It's hitting everybody,\" Bettijean said helplessly. \"Not many kids so\n far, thank heavens. But housewives, businessmen, office workers,", "nurses. His firm, fine penmanship deteriorated to a barely legible\n scrawl as writer's cramp knotted his hand and arm. His voice burned", "workers—just one girl in his office—and she was sicker and more\n frightened about a letter—and....", "\"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.\"", "What do writers and doctors do differently? Or poets and dentists?\n What are we missing? What—\"\nIn the outer office a girl cried out. A body thumped against a desk," ], [ "\"What is it?\" he cried suddenly, banging the desk. \"People deathly\n ill, but nobody dying. And doctors can't identify the poison until", "\"This is insane,\" Andy muttered. \"Doctors and dentists are\n fine—writers and poets are sick. Make sense out of that.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"It's not contagious,\" Andy growled. \"Find some blankets or coats to\n cover her. And get a glass of water.\"", "\"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.\"", "everybody had it. But the country doctor in another section hadn't\n even heard of it.\" Andy could only shake his head.", "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.\"", "She mustered a smile, and breathed, \"Better. I ... I was so scared.\n Fever and dizzy ... symptoms like the epidemic.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "manner. \"You know you may feel pretty miserable, but nobody's conked\n out with this stuff yet.\"", "Andy tried to smile. \"One thing we do know. It's not a communicable\n thing. Thank heaven for—\"", "Andy coughed, trying to clear his raw throat. \"It's crazy,\" he said.\n \"From the Senate and House on down, I haven't found a single\n government worker sick.\"", "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.", "nurses. His firm, fine penmanship deteriorated to a barely legible\n scrawl as writer's cramp knotted his hand and arm. His voice burned", "\"It's hitting everybody,\" Bettijean said helplessly. \"Not many kids so\n far, thank heavens. But housewives, businessmen, office workers,", "\"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.", "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.", "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 colonel and his captains wheeled, stared and saluted. \"Oh,\n general,\" the colonel said. \"I was just—\"", "The general wheeled to fire a salvo of commands. Officers poured into\n the corridor. Only the brigadier remained, a puzzled frown crinkling\n his granite brow.", "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 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?\"", "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", "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", "\"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?\"", "\"I know,\" the brigadier said, stepping into the room. \"I've been\n listening to you. And I thought I suggested that everybody leave the\n sergeant and his staff alone.\"\n\n\n \"But, general, I—\"", "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", "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", "Andy didn't waste time standing. He merely nodded to the general,\n snubbed out his cigarette, and buzzed the intercom. \"Bettijean, will", "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", "\"But this is incredible,\" a two-star general wailed. \"A mysterious\n epidemic is sweeping the country, possibly an insidious germ attack", "The general snorted. \"Insubordination cannot be tolerated—unless you\n find a two-star general to outrank me. Now, as I said before, let's", "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.\"", "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", "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?\"", "The big brass stood stunned and shocked. Mouths flapped open and eyes\n bugged at Andy, at the stamp.", "\"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", "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—\"", "everybody had it. But the country doctor in another section hadn't\n even heard of it.\" Andy could only shake his head.", "Andy coughed, trying to clear his raw throat. \"It's crazy,\" he said.\n \"From the Senate and House on down, I haven't found a single\n government worker sick.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"It's not contagious,\" Andy growled. \"Find some blankets or coats to\n cover her. And get a glass of water.\"", "\"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", "\"And that's not all,\" Andy prompted. \"What else?\"\n\n\n \"Nothing,\" Janis said too quickly.\n\n\n Andy shook his head. \"Tell it all and maybe it'll help.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"This is insane,\" Andy muttered. \"Doctors and dentists are\n fine—writers and poets are sick. Make sense out of that.\"", "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", "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 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,", "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.", "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?\"", "Andy stared at the top sheet and groaned. \"This may be something. Half\n the adult population of Aspen, Colorado, is down.\"", "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,", "\"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.\"", "\"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" ], [ "\"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's not contagious,\" Andy growled. \"Find some blankets or coats to\n cover her. And get a glass of water.\"", "She mustered a smile, and breathed, \"Better. I ... I was so scared.\n Fever and dizzy ... symptoms like the epidemic.\"", "\"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.\"", "spreading like ... well, like a plague.\" Fear flickered deep in her\n dark eyes.", "\"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.\"", "Andy coughed, trying to clear his raw throat. \"It's crazy,\" he said.\n \"From the Senate and House on down, I haven't found a single\n government worker sick.\"", "everybody had it. But the country doctor in another section hadn't\n even heard of it.\" Andy could only shake his head.", "\"It's hitting everybody,\" Bettijean said helplessly. \"Not many kids so\n far, thank heavens. But housewives, businessmen, office workers,", "workers—just one girl in his office—and she was sicker and more\n frightened about a letter—and....", "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?\"", "Andy tried to smile. \"One thing we do know. It's not a communicable\n thing. Thank heaven for—\"", "\"But this is incredible,\" a two-star general wailed. \"A mysterious\n epidemic is sweeping the country, possibly an insidious germ attack", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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 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,", "\"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.", "nurses. His firm, fine penmanship deteriorated to a barely legible\n scrawl as writer's cramp knotted his hand and arm. His voice burned", "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.\"" ], [ "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.", "\"And that's not all,\" Andy prompted. \"What else?\"\n\n\n \"Nothing,\" Janis said too quickly.\n\n\n Andy shook his head. \"Tell it all and maybe it'll help.\"", "\"It's not contagious,\" Andy growled. \"Find some blankets or coats to\n cover her. And get a glass of water.\"", "\"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.\"", "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 tried to smile. \"One thing we do know. It's not a communicable\n thing. Thank heaven for—\"", "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", "\"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", "Andy coughed, trying to clear his raw throat. \"It's crazy,\" he said.\n \"From the Senate and House on down, I haven't found a single\n government worker sick.\"", "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.", "everybody had it. But the country doctor in another section hadn't\n even heard of it.\" Andy could only shake his head.", "\"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.\"", "\"Well....\" She seemed on the verge of tears and her pleading glance\n sought out Andy, then Bettijean, then her co-workers. Finally,\n resigned, she said, \"I ... I wrote a letter to my mother.\"", "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.\"", "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,", "\"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 other girls, glad for the excuse, dashed away. Andy scooped up the\n fallen girl and put her down gently on the close-jammed desks. He used", "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.", "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.\"" ], [ "\"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's not contagious,\" Andy growled. \"Find some blankets or coats to\n cover her. And get a glass of water.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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 mustered a smile, and breathed, \"Better. I ... I was so scared.\n Fever and dizzy ... symptoms like the epidemic.\"", "\"This is insane,\" Andy muttered. \"Doctors and dentists are\n fine—writers and poets are sick. Make sense out of that.\"", "\"But this is incredible,\" a two-star general wailed. \"A mysterious\n epidemic is sweeping the country, possibly an insidious germ attack", "everybody had it. But the country doctor in another section hadn't\n even heard of it.\" Andy could only shake his head.", "\"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.\"", "nurses. His firm, fine penmanship deteriorated to a barely legible\n scrawl as writer's cramp knotted his hand and arm. His voice burned", "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.\"", "Andy coughed, trying to clear his raw throat. \"It's crazy,\" he said.\n \"From the Senate and House on down, I haven't found a single\n government worker sick.\"", "Andy tried to smile. \"One thing we do know. It's not a communicable\n thing. Thank heaven for—\"", "\"It's hitting everybody,\" Bettijean said helplessly. \"Not many kids so\n far, thank heavens. But housewives, businessmen, office workers,", "\"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?\"", "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.", "\"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." ] ]

[ "What best possible conclusion can be taken from the quote \"His psychographic indicated a born subordinate, with a normal I.Q., reasonably stable and trustworthy though below average in initiative?\" ", "Why does Madsen consider \" Morley a human filing cabinet?\"", "Why was Morley annoyed at Oscar when discussing side trips?", "What phrase below has the similar meaning as in\"intersection of two courses formed by an infinity of variables?\"", "Throughout the crash and packing after what does Madsen behavior consist of?", "Which statement below suggests that Madsen's attitude begins to change?", "Why did Madsen stop yelling after Morley rendered the rifle useless?", "What does the story suggest about intelligence?" ]

[ [ "Stability and IQ are not related", "Normal IQ suggests lack of trustworthiness", "Morley was pre-disposed to be subordinate", "All persons born will have a normal I.Q. " ], [ "Madsen likes to slam Morley like a drawer in a filling cabinet", "Morley is in charge of storage on the ship", "Because he is old and weak", "Morley retains information" ], [ "Oscar was answering in a condescending tone", "Morley was annoyed with the prospect of shifting his routine", "Morley wasn't the person who knew the information", "Morley was hiding his fear of the trips" ], [ "Every action has an opposite and equal reaction", "What goes up must come down", "Just like math, the calculations could be incorrect", "It was a perfect storm of events" ], [ "That he is well equipped captain ready to making difficult decisions appropriately", "Constant berating and riddling Morley", "Questionable decision making", "Fear of the spiders and lizards in the area" ], [ "\"I think I get it.\" Madsen answered slowly.", "\"Go on,\" said Madsen, and suddenly there was nothing patronizing or scornful in his voice.", "\"Which way do we go when we hit the line? The D.D.'s are spaced ninety degrees apart. We might be within a hundred miles of one. If we head the wrong way, we'd have three or four hundred miles to go.", "\"We're on, or practically on the Prime Meridian right now,\" said Madsen. \"A trek due South should hit D.D. No. 1 square on the nose. Right?\"" ], [ "His hunger was draining his energy", "Morley had come up with the idea of the Meridian", "Madsen knew they were dead", "His fine logic told him not to " ], [ "You need a high I.Q. to make the right decisions", "Often experience is more important than I.Q.", "I.Q. is not important as luck", "No suggestions at all about intelligence " ] ]

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[ [ "subordinate, with a normal I.Q., reasonably stable and trustworthy\n though below average in initiative. They didn't inform him of this,\n or the fact that they had analyzed the neurosis which had driven", "Satellites, Inc., had done as well as possible with the raw material\n known as Morley, Vincent, No. 4628. His psychograph indicated a born", "He went on, but Morley heard no more. The prospect unnerved him. He\n was terrified at the idea of changing a safe subordinate position for", "paper in front of him. The paragraph leaped out, limned sharply in his\n mind. \"Section 4, Subhead A, Solar Space Code. The initial Distress", "it was that he had only himself to blame, and he knew it. No one had\n forced him to leave a comfortable, if poorly paid position with General\n Plastics, and fill out an employment card at Satellites, Inc.", "\"I don't have to try to remember things,\" Morley said thoughtfully. \"If\n I read or hear something that seems the least bit curious or unusual,\n it just sticks. And sometimes it's useful.\"", "For six months he attended cadet school, and graduated in due time,\n fourteenth in a class of fifty. The next day he was assigned as fourth", "the life of any apprentice miserable, and finished the last two weeks\n of one trip in the brig for panicking an entire crew by painting his\n face to resemble the onset of Martian blue fever. Morley considered him", "\"I think I'd run,\" said Morley simply. \"It was pretty dull at General\n Plastic but at least the comptometers weren't man-eating.\"", "For a moment Morley was silent. He could almost smell the dingy\n classroom in Port Chicago, almost see the words on the examination", "He climbed into a gaping hole in the bow. Morley followed, humiliated\n but still thinking hard. Catalogue it, he told himself. Remember", "\"Do we risk it?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Might as well.\"\n\n\n Morley was completely unaware that he had just accepted the\n responsibility for making a decision.", "Morley was staring sunward, with thoughtful eyes. \"Yes, there is,\" he\n said quietly.\n\n\n Madsen's jaw dropped. \"Give,\" he said.", "\"Well, Mastermind, any suggestions that might help us? Any little\n pearls of wisdom from the great brain?\"\n\n\n \"Just one,\" Morley answered. \"Head for the Equator, and—\"", "\"We can't afford not to risk it,\" he said, adding, with little show of\n enthusiasm, \"I'll be the guinea pig.\"", "\"Go on,\" said Madsen, and suddenly there was nothing patronizing or\n scornful in his voice.\n\n\n \"Two. We came in over the Pole almost exactly at inferior conjunction.\n Right?\"", "in. There was a hopeless hissing, a vicious clicking of mandibles. The\n struggle subsided. Once again the day was silent. Madsen holstered the", "light, was wrinkled in an agony of concentration and doubt. He was\n trying to choose between the Scylla of waking Madsen with a corollary", "calculator, and put the ship in the designated orbit. He wanted to\n handle the landing himself, but the thought of the final few ticklish\n moments chilled him. So did the thought of waking Madsen, and asking", "of the spaceways. Round faced, deceptively soft spoken, he had a\n penchant for practical jokes, and a flair for biting sarcasm which\n found full expression in the presence of any first tripper. He made" ], [ "an oaf, and he considered Morley a human filing cabinet with a weak\n stomach.", "Madsen was grinning now. \"What beats me is how you remember all that\n junk. I'd go nuts if I tried to clutter up my mind with a bunch of\n useless data. Alabama!\"", "Morley was staring sunward, with thoughtful eyes. \"Yes, there is,\" he\n said quietly.\n\n\n Madsen's jaw dropped. \"Give,\" he said.", "Morley didn't bother answering. No comment was necessary. He knew as\n well as Madsen that whatever margin of safety they possessed had been", "\"I don't have to try to remember things,\" Morley said thoughtfully. \"If\n I read or hear something that seems the least bit curious or unusual,\n it just sticks. And sometimes it's useful.\"", "Morley started to mumble an apology, but Madsen cut him short. \"Look at\n us now,\" he repeated, with all stops out. \"It was bad before, now it's", "Morley flushed, and fumbled miserably for a reasonable excuse. There\n was a gleam of contempt in Madsen's eyes, but he spoke again more", "retentive mind, well stocked with general information. If the two\n apprentices got involved in an argument over the identity of the\n highest peak in America, Morley was the inevitable arbiter. He could", "He stopped, temporarily out of breath. Morley regarded him abjectly,\n and suddenly Madsen began to feel a little ashamed. After all, the\n fellow had figured out that business about the meridian.", "If a man can be said to slink without changing his position, Morley\n slunk. Madsen continued, double fortissimo.", "Madsen was at the controls. Without a single spoken word on the\n subject, he was automatically the captain, and Morley, the crew. The", "sized bite. Madsen was about to follow suit, when Morley motioned him\n to wait. The next second he was rolling on the ground, coughing and", "Madsen was hastily dumping the contents of the knapsacks on the ground.\n Morley joined him, and both men commenced scraping the clinging gray\n patches from the tins. All but three were perforated and ruined.", "shifts. Morley stood the first watch, and slept the second. When he\n awoke, Madsen was tensely examining a ration tin. Jarred into instant", "Morley stiffened in alarm. \"Is anything—\" He quailed under Madsen's\n glare.", "He climbed into a gaping hole in the bow. Morley followed, humiliated\n but still thinking hard. Catalogue it, he told himself. Remember", "\"Campsite,\" he grunted.\n\n\n \"Alabama,\" Morley murmured.\n\n\n Madsen goggled. \"Are you delirious? What do you mean—Alabama?\"", "stock of their loot on the ground outside. Both men knew that they\n were pitifully equipped to cover several hundred miles, on foot, in\n a completely hostile environment. Suddenly Madsen looked up from the", "and then crumpled completely against an outcropping granite ledge.\n Finally Morley gulped audibly, and Madsen laughed.", "Morley cleared his throat diffidently. \"There are a few pieces of\n equipment we should take along, for—er—emergencies—\" His voice\n trailed off miserably under Madsen's basilisk stare." ], [ "Morley digested this, while Oscar basked in the light of his own\n knowledge, enjoying himself hugely.\n\n\n \"And the trips, Oscar?\"", "Roly poly Oscar looked at him incredulously. \"The lay over trips. The\n time killer. On the level, don't you know?\"\n\n\n Morley shook his head.", "an oaf, and he considered Morley a human filing cabinet with a weak\n stomach.", "He buttonholed the crew messman. \"What's all this about side trips,\n Oscar?\"", "Morley admitted his ignorance, vaguely annoyed at the fact that for\n once he was the humble seeker for information, and someone else was\n being professorial.", "Morley flushed, and fumbled miserably for a reasonable excuse. There\n was a gleam of contempt in Madsen's eyes, but he spoke again more", "He went on, but Morley heard no more. The prospect unnerved him. He\n was terrified at the idea of changing a safe subordinate position for", "Morley started to mumble an apology, but Madsen cut him short. \"Look at\n us now,\" he repeated, with all stops out. \"It was bad before, now it's", "Morley cleared his throat diffidently. \"There are a few pieces of\n equipment we should take along, for—er—emergencies—\" His voice\n trailed off miserably under Madsen's basilisk stare.", "Morley was staring sunward, with thoughtful eyes. \"Yes, there is,\" he\n said quietly.\n\n\n Madsen's jaw dropped. \"Give,\" he said.", "He stopped, temporarily out of breath. Morley regarded him abjectly,\n and suddenly Madsen began to feel a little ashamed. After all, the\n fellow had figured out that business about the meridian.", "After he had recovered from the pangs of his initial attack of space\n nausea, Morley enjoyed himself. He had one minor social asset, a", "For a moment Morley was silent. He could almost smell the dingy\n classroom in Port Chicago, almost see the words on the examination", "Morley was sweating, gently and steadily. His palms were wet, and the\n thin thoughtful face, shining in the glow of the instrument panel", "\"Listen, Morley, once and for all. We're lugging essentials and that's\n all. Any extra weight is out.\"\n\n\n \"But, listen—\"", "walk the rest of the way.\" He fought with the controls, as Morley,\n still bemused, obeyed. At twenty-five hundred feet they bailed out,", "the faulty reading and a mechanic's carelessness. They had about two\n hours fuel. Even to Morley, it was obvious that there was one thing", "To this was shortly added an overpowering nausea. When the retching\n finally stopped, Morley tried to speak, but in vain. Even the effort\n meant waves of pain.", "shifts. Morley stood the first watch, and slept the second. When he\n awoke, Madsen was tensely examining a ration tin. Jarred into instant", "\"Well, Mastermind, any suggestions that might help us? Any little\n pearls of wisdom from the great brain?\"\n\n\n \"Just one,\" Morley answered. \"Head for the Equator, and—\"" ], [ "And it was then, at the intersection of two courses formed by an\n infinity of variables, that two objects arrived in the same millisecond", "\"Which way do we go when we hit the line? The D.D.'s are spaced ninety\n degrees apart. We might be within a hundred miles of one. If we head", "\"Oh.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, this is somewhat different. If we don't get out by\n ourselves, whoever finds us need only say, 'X marks the spot.'\"", "\"Go on,\" said Madsen, and suddenly there was nothing patronizing or\n scornful in his voice.\n\n\n \"Two. We came in over the Pole almost exactly at inferior conjunction.\n Right?\"", "Underfoot the dry, broad-bladed grass rustled through a morning that\n had no beginning or end. Farther away were other and less easily\n explained rustlings, and once both men froze as a half-dozen of what", "little stock treatise entitled 'Physical Attributes of Phoebe' is worse\n than useless. Lucky the sextant is O.K., we can at least check our\n latitude. There's just one flaw.\"", "paper in front of him. The paragraph leaped out, limned sharply in his\n mind. \"Section 4, Subhead A, Solar Space Code. The initial Distress", "shaved to the vanishing point.\nThey made twenty miles in a forced march, slept, ate, and then traveled\n again. The stunted forest grew thinner, and occasionally they crossed", "\"We lay over three or four months, 'til opposition time isn't too\n far away, and we pick partners and destinations by lot, and go out", "\"Well, Mastermind, any suggestions that might help us? Any little\n pearls of wisdom from the great brain?\"\n\n\n \"Just one,\" Morley answered. \"Head for the Equator, and—\"", "For a moment Morley was silent. He could almost smell the dingy\n classroom in Port Chicago, almost see the words on the examination", "Somewhere in the mighty shell on the field, chronometer hands reach the\n calculated second, a circuit closes, relays chatter briefly. The rocket", "light, was wrinkled in an agony of concentration and doubt. He was\n trying to choose between the Scylla of waking Madsen with a corollary", "open spaces acres in extent. Twice they saw, in the distance, animals\n resembling terrestrial deer, and on the second occasion Morley tried", "walk the rest of the way.\" He fought with the controls, as Morley,\n still bemused, obeyed. At twenty-five hundred feet they bailed out,", "out through the two inch glass of her bow, before Morley could turn\n his head. He was aware, in a strange dream-like way, of actuating", "mountainsides. When he went to the spaceline, the puzzlement of his few\n friends was profound, but hardly more so than his own. And now, after", "the meteor swarm, cosmic question marks destined\n \nfor annihilation in the sun. But one, approximately", "situation crystallized twenty-four hours out of Port Ulysses. Morley\n was poring over the Ephemeris prior to taking his watch at the controls", "Morley was staring sunward, with thoughtful eyes. \"Yes, there is,\" he\n said quietly.\n\n\n Madsen's jaw dropped. \"Give,\" he said." ], [ "Madsen commenced repacking their effects.", "Madsen was hastily dumping the contents of the knapsacks on the ground.\n Morley joined him, and both men commenced scraping the clinging gray\n patches from the tins. All but three were perforated and ruined.", "stock of their loot on the ground outside. Both men knew that they\n were pitifully equipped to cover several hundred miles, on foot, in\n a completely hostile environment. Suddenly Madsen looked up from the", "Madsen was white but composed. \"We can slow her down but we can't land\n her. Get suits while I take over. We'll ride as far as we can, and", "sized bite. Madsen was about to follow suit, when Morley motioned him\n to wait. The next second he was rolling on the ground, coughing and", "choking, while Madsen tried grimly to feed him water from a canteen.", "in. There was a hopeless hissing, a vicious clicking of mandibles. The\n struggle subsided. Once again the day was silent. Madsen holstered the", "and then crumpled completely against an outcropping granite ledge.\n Finally Morley gulped audibly, and Madsen laughed.", "Madsen ignored the interruption, and cut loose with one last broadside.\n \"Save your breath. It's bad enough being saddled with a useless little\n squirt like you, without being made into a pack mule unnecessarily.\"\nII", "Madsen watched helplessly, and when the spasms of choking finally\n stopped, spoke gently.", "any difficulties. After eight hours of nearly continuous travel, they\n reached the banks of a third stream. Here Madsen stopped, and dropped\n his knapsack to the ground.", "shifts. Morley stood the first watch, and slept the second. When he\n awoke, Madsen was tensely examining a ration tin. Jarred into instant", "when he became aware that Madsen, red faced and breathing heavily, was\n peering over his shoulder.", "tins of emergency food concentrate were stowed in two knapsacks. Madsen\n took charge of the sextant, and Morley carried a lightweight repeating", "Morley started to mumble an apology, but Madsen cut him short. \"Look at\n us now,\" he repeated, with all stops out. \"It was bad before, now it's", "Madsen was at the controls. Without a single spoken word on the\n subject, he was automatically the captain, and Morley, the crew. The", "Without answering, Madsen handed him the tin. It was pockmarked with\n inch wide patches of metallic gray fungus, from several of which liquid\n was seeping. There was a sharp odor of decay.", "light, was wrinkled in an agony of concentration and doubt. He was\n trying to choose between the Scylla of waking Madsen with a corollary", "Madsen shouldered his knapsack and smiled condescendingly.", "\"We'll at least be traveling light from now on,\" Madsen said. \"Any idea\n what this stuff is?\"" ], [ "Morley started to mumble an apology, but Madsen cut him short. \"Look at\n us now,\" he repeated, with all stops out. \"It was bad before, now it's", "when he became aware that Madsen, red faced and breathing heavily, was\n peering over his shoulder.", "Morley flushed, and fumbled miserably for a reasonable excuse. There\n was a gleam of contempt in Madsen's eyes, but he spoke again more", "Madsen watched helplessly, and when the spasms of choking finally\n stopped, spoke gently.", "stock of their loot on the ground outside. Both men knew that they\n were pitifully equipped to cover several hundred miles, on foot, in\n a completely hostile environment. Suddenly Madsen looked up from the", "Madsen spoke first. \"You probably got some mud in the barrel when we\n stopped last time,\" he accused. \"Look at us now.\"", "any difficulties. After eight hours of nearly continuous travel, they\n reached the banks of a third stream. Here Madsen stopped, and dropped\n his knapsack to the ground.", "Madsen blinked, and seeming to find expression difficult, forbore to\n answer.", "Madsen was white but composed. \"We can slow her down but we can't land\n her. Get suits while I take over. We'll ride as far as we can, and", "shifts. Morley stood the first watch, and slept the second. When he\n awoke, Madsen was tensely examining a ration tin. Jarred into instant", "light, was wrinkled in an agony of concentration and doubt. He was\n trying to choose between the Scylla of waking Madsen with a corollary", "\"I think I get it.\" Madsen answered slowly.", "Morley was staring sunward, with thoughtful eyes. \"Yes, there is,\" he\n said quietly.\n\n\n Madsen's jaw dropped. \"Give,\" he said.", "He stopped, temporarily out of breath. Morley regarded him abjectly,\n and suddenly Madsen began to feel a little ashamed. After all, the\n fellow had figured out that business about the meridian.", "Madsen ignored the interruption, and cut loose with one last broadside.\n \"Save your breath. It's bad enough being saddled with a useless little\n squirt like you, without being made into a pack mule unnecessarily.\"\nII", "in. There was a hopeless hissing, a vicious clicking of mandibles. The\n struggle subsided. Once again the day was silent. Madsen holstered the", "sized bite. Madsen was about to follow suit, when Morley motioned him\n to wait. The next second he was rolling on the ground, coughing and", "Madsen commenced repacking their effects.", "Madsen was grinning now. \"What beats me is how you remember all that\n junk. I'd go nuts if I tried to clutter up my mind with a bunch of\n useless data. Alabama!\"", "Madsen looked up from the tin of coffee concentrate he was opening.\n \"Hasn't anyone ever tried to win an argument by poking you one in the\n snoot?\"" ], [ "Morley started to mumble an apology, but Madsen cut him short. \"Look at\n us now,\" he repeated, with all stops out. \"It was bad before, now it's", "Morley didn't bother answering. No comment was necessary. He knew as\n well as Madsen that whatever margin of safety they possessed had been", "in. There was a hopeless hissing, a vicious clicking of mandibles. The\n struggle subsided. Once again the day was silent. Madsen holstered the", "Madsen watched helplessly, and when the spasms of choking finally\n stopped, spoke gently.", "Morley stiffened in alarm. \"Is anything—\" He quailed under Madsen's\n glare.", "and then crumpled completely against an outcropping granite ledge.\n Finally Morley gulped audibly, and Madsen laughed.", "He stopped, temporarily out of breath. Morley regarded him abjectly,\n and suddenly Madsen began to feel a little ashamed. After all, the\n fellow had figured out that business about the meridian.", "Madsen was hastily dumping the contents of the knapsacks on the ground.\n Morley joined him, and both men commenced scraping the clinging gray\n patches from the tins. All but three were perforated and ruined.", "sized bite. Madsen was about to follow suit, when Morley motioned him\n to wait. The next second he was rolling on the ground, coughing and", "Morley flushed, and fumbled miserably for a reasonable excuse. There\n was a gleam of contempt in Madsen's eyes, but he spoke again more", "Madsen spoke first. \"You probably got some mud in the barrel when we\n stopped last time,\" he accused. \"Look at us now.\"", "stock of their loot on the ground outside. Both men knew that they\n were pitifully equipped to cover several hundred miles, on foot, in\n a completely hostile environment. Suddenly Madsen looked up from the", "Morley was staring sunward, with thoughtful eyes. \"Yes, there is,\" he\n said quietly.\n\n\n Madsen's jaw dropped. \"Give,\" he said.", "Madsen was at the controls. Without a single spoken word on the\n subject, he was automatically the captain, and Morley, the crew. The", "Madsen ignored the interruption, and cut loose with one last broadside.\n \"Save your breath. It's bad enough being saddled with a useless little\n squirt like you, without being made into a pack mule unnecessarily.\"\nII", "Madsen was white but composed. \"We can slow her down but we can't land\n her. Get suits while I take over. We'll ride as far as we can, and", "If a man can be said to slink without changing his position, Morley\n slunk. Madsen continued, double fortissimo.", "Morley cleared his throat diffidently. \"There are a few pieces of\n equipment we should take along, for—er—emergencies—\" His voice\n trailed off miserably under Madsen's basilisk stare.", "choking, while Madsen tried grimly to feed him water from a canteen.", "Madsen blinked, and seeming to find expression difficult, forbore to\n answer." ], [ "\"I don't have to try to remember things,\" Morley said thoughtfully. \"If\n I read or hear something that seems the least bit curious or unusual,\n it just sticks. And sometimes it's useful.\"", "subordinate, with a normal I.Q., reasonably stable and trustworthy\n though below average in initiative. They didn't inform him of this,\n or the fact that they had analyzed the neurosis which had driven", "\"Well, Mastermind, any suggestions that might help us? Any little\n pearls of wisdom from the great brain?\"\n\n\n \"Just one,\" Morley answered. \"Head for the Equator, and—\"", "\"Well, remember when Storybook ran a mile last year in 1.29? He was\n the first to break 1.30. Some joe that knew a lot about horses gave me", "Madsen was grinning now. \"What beats me is how you remember all that\n junk. I'd go nuts if I tried to clutter up my mind with a bunch of\n useless data. Alabama!\"", "Underfoot the dry, broad-bladed grass rustled through a morning that\n had no beginning or end. Farther away were other and less easily\n explained rustlings, and once both men froze as a half-dozen of what", "\"Oh.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, this is somewhat different. If we don't get out by\n ourselves, whoever finds us need only say, 'X marks the spot.'\"", "For a moment Morley was silent. He could almost smell the dingy\n classroom in Port Chicago, almost see the words on the examination", "\"I think I'd run,\" said Morley simply. \"It was pretty dull at General\n Plastic but at least the comptometers weren't man-eating.\"", "Finally he broke the thin skin with his thumbnail and gingerly conveyed\n a couple of drops of juice to his tongue. The taste was simultaneously\n oily and faintly sweet, and after a short wait he essayed a fair", "\"A kid of ten knows enough to keep a gun clean, but you, Mr.—Mr.\n Unabridged Webster in the flesh—\"", "Morley was staring sunward, with thoughtful eyes. \"Yes, there is,\" he\n said quietly.\n\n\n Madsen's jaw dropped. \"Give,\" he said.", "He climbed into a gaping hole in the bow. Morley followed, humiliated\n but still thinking hard. Catalogue it, he told himself. Remember", "\"Do we risk it?\" he asked.\n\n\n \"Might as well.\"\n\n\n Morley was completely unaware that he had just accepted the\n responsibility for making a decision.", "the faulty reading and a mechanic's carelessness. They had about two\n hours fuel. Even to Morley, it was obvious that there was one thing", "\"No use in having any post mortems,\" he said, with fine logic. \"Throw\n that junk away. It's that much less to carry, anyway.\"", "walk the rest of the way.\" He fought with the controls, as Morley,\n still bemused, obeyed. At twenty-five hundred feet they bailed out,", "\"Poisonous and carnivorous, too,\" said Morley, shakingly. \"I remember\n reading that Valdez dissected one when he first landed here twenty", "little stock treatise entitled 'Physical Attributes of Phoebe' is worse\n than useless. Lucky the sextant is O.K., we can at least check our\n latitude. There's just one flaw.\"", "It's old stuff, routine, precalculated to a fraction of a second,\n but—watch. There—a stir—movement. Slowly at first, with a deliberate\n and awful majesty, then faster and faster." ] ]

[ "Why was Sarna by herself when Noork discovered her?", "From where did Noork watch Sarna originally?", "Why did Noork wash the fallen Misty One's robe?", "Why was Noork really on Sekk?", "Why did the Misty Ones want to enslave Sarna?", "Why did Noork ask for Rold's help in saving Sarna?", "Who was Uzdon?", "Why did no guards come to battle Noork after he defeated the two Misty Ones at the staircase?", "Why did Noork procure additional robes before going to save Sarna? ", "How did Noork defeat the priest?" ]

[ [ "She was left alone after her friends were captured by the Misty Ones.", "She had been running from the spotted narl.", "She was looking for her brother Gurn, who was in exile.", "The warriors of Konto had kidnapped her friends, but she had managed to escape." ], [ "The lap of a giant creature.", "The base of a massive tree.", "The top of a cliff where his ship crash-landed.", "A rock-strewn valley on Luna." ], [ "He was unfamiliar with the fruit stuck to it and was afraid the juice was poison.", "The heavy fruit stuck to it slowed his chase.", "So he could disguise himself with invisibility.", "The blood reminded Noork he had killed the Misty One." ], [ "He had landed there accidentally.", "He came to help the Vasads battle the Misty Ones.", "He was hunting down a Nazi.", "He wanted to escape New York." ], [ "She was part of the enemy tribe.", "Her beauty made her a strong candidate for the blood ritual.", "She was the youngest in her group of friends.", "She was the daughter of Tholon Dist." ], [ "The old man had spotted him, so he had to think quickly.", "His arm was numb and injured from the sword.", "He knew Rold wanted to marry Sarna.", "He knew Rold wanted to leave the island." ], [ "The High Priest of the men of Zura.", "A god with the head of a wolf.", "A giant whose skull was used to create the Temple of the Skull.", "A god with the head of a lion." ], [ "They were distracted by the ritual proceedings.", "The battle had taken place too far away, so they didn't hear it.", "They were fast asleep.", "They were too busy talking about the beauty of Sarna." ], [ "He wanted plenty of robes since his old one was bloody.", "He used them to cover the sleeping guards.", "He planned to give one to Rold as payment for his help and one to Sarna to help with the escape.", "He used them to hide the bodies of the felled guards." ], [ "He was a more skilled swordsman.", "He used Uzdon's window to gain a tactical advantage.", "He took advantage of the priest's lack of endurance", "He donned the invisibility robe, so the priest could not see him." ] ]

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[ [ "One of the women now came to her feet and as she neared the\n metal-barred entrance Noork saw that she was indeed Sarna. He examined", "Noork was fully awake now. They were speaking of Sarna. Her father's\n name was Tholon Dist. It was early morning in the fields of the Misty", "\"Go to save Gurn's ...\" and here Noork was stumped for words. \"To save\n his father's woman woman,\" he managed at last. \"Father's woman woman\n called Sarna.\"", "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "\"I am Noork,\" the man told her. \"For many days have I dwelt among the\n wild Vasads of the jungle with their golden-skinned chief, Gurn, for\n my friend.\"", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "Tholon Sarna stumbled through the door and he caught her in his arms.\n Hurriedly he loosed one of the two robes fastened about his waist and\n slipped it around her slim shivering shoulders.", "\"That is Gurn,\" admitted Noork shortly. \"He is also an exile from the\n walled city of Grath. The city rulers call him a traitor. He has told\n me the reason. Perhaps you know it as well?\"", "Noork waited until the old man was gone before he descended from the\n tree. He walked along the row until he reached the slave's bent back,", "Noork smiled. \"I am glad he is your brother,\" he said simply.\nThe girl's eyes fell before his admiring gaze and warm blood flooded\n into her rounded neck and lovely cheeks.", "sputtering torches beside the entrance. One corner of the cavern was\n walled off, save for a narrow door of interlocking brass strips, and\n toward this Noork made his way.", "Noork squinted. So the Misty Ones were not entirely invisible. Pain\n was growing in his numbed arm now, but as it came so came strength. He", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "He stood beside the door. \"Sarna,\" he called softly, \"Tholon Sarna.\"", "Noork moved backward a pace. He grumbled something inaudible and drew\n his sword. Before him the two swords slowly drew aside.", "Noork swung outward from his perch, and then downward along the ladder\n of limbs to her side. The girl exclaimed at his brown skin.", "But Noork was wrong. The giant bird that he had ridden into the depths\n of Sekk's fertile valleys had come from a far different world. And the" ], [ "Noork was fully awake now. They were speaking of Sarna. Her father's\n name was Tholon Dist. It was early morning in the fields of the Misty", "One of the women now came to her feet and as she neared the\n metal-barred entrance Noork saw that she was indeed Sarna. He examined", "\"Go to save Gurn's ...\" and here Noork was stumped for words. \"To save\n his father's woman woman,\" he managed at last. \"Father's woman woman\n called Sarna.\"", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "Two words linked Noork with the past, the two words that the Vasads\n had slurred into his name: New York. And the battered wrist watch, its", "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "\"That is Gurn,\" admitted Noork shortly. \"He is also an exile from the\n walled city of Grath. The city rulers call him a traitor. He has told\n me the reason. Perhaps you know it as well?\"", "But Noork was wrong. The giant bird that he had ridden into the depths\n of Sekk's fertile valleys had come from a far different world. And the", "\"I am Noork,\" the man told her. \"For many days have I dwelt among the\n wild Vasads of the jungle with their golden-skinned chief, Gurn, for\n my friend.\"", "Noork drifted slowly up the huge series of long bench-like steps\n that led up to the gaping jaws of the Skull. He saw red and", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "Noork smiled. \"I am glad he is your brother,\" he said simply.\nThe girl's eyes fell before his admiring gaze and warm blood flooded\n into her rounded neck and lovely cheeks.", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "The other bird had come from space several days before that of Noork,\n the Vasads had told him, and it had landed somewhere within the land", "In one of those green valleys the white savage that the Vasads called\n Noork squatted in the ample crotch of a jungle giant and watched the", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "Noork\nAt first he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Apparently there was no\n stir of life along that leaf-shadowed way. And then he caught a glimpse", "Noork moved backward a pace. He grumbled something inaudible and drew\n his sword. Before him the two swords slowly drew aside.", "Noork squinted. So the Misty Ones were not entirely invisible. Pain\n was growing in his numbed arm now, but as it came so came strength. He" ], [ "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "Noork shed his own blood-stained robe quickly and donned one of the\n others. The cloaks were rather bulky and so he could carry but two\n others, rolled up, beneath his own protective covering.", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "Noork squinted. So the Misty Ones were not entirely invisible. Pain\n was growing in his numbed arm now, but as it came so came strength. He", "The sword clattered from the guardian Misty One's clutch and in the\n same instant Noork's steel fingers snapped the neck of the other man", "A moment later Noork was ripping the stained cloak and hood from the\n fallen creature, curious to learn what ghastly brute-thing hid beneath\n them. His lip curled at what he saw.", "\"It is enough,\" said Noork. \"I will go to rescue her now. Be prepared\n to join us as we return. I will have a robe for you if all goes well.\"", "Secure in the knowledge that he wore the invisible robes of a Misty\n One he found a solitary tree growing within the wall and climbed to a\n comfortable crotch. In less than a minute he was asleep.", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "The jungle was thinning out. Noork's teeth flashed as he lifted the\n drying fabric of the mantle and donned it.", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "Tholon Sarna stumbled through the door and he caught her in his arms.\n Hurriedly he loosed one of the two robes fastened about his waist and\n slipped it around her slim shivering shoulders.", "His sword had wrenched from his hand as it jammed into the bony\n structure of the decapitated Misty One's shoulder, and now both his", "Noork smiled. \"I am glad he is your brother,\" he said simply.\nThe girl's eyes fell before his admiring gaze and warm blood flooded\n into her rounded neck and lovely cheeks.", "The Misty One was almost like himself. His skin was not so golden as\n that of the other men of Zuran, and his forehead was low and retreating", "Noork was fully awake now. They were speaking of Sarna. Her father's\n name was Tholon Dist. It was early morning in the fields of the Misty", "\"My own robe is slit in a dozen places,\" he explained to the girl's\n curious violet eyes—-all that was visible through the narrow vision", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "Noork waited until the old man was gone before he descended from the\n tree. He walked along the row until he reached the slave's bent back,", "Other misty blobs, the invisible guards of the ghastly temple, were\n stationed at regular intervals across the great entrance into the\n Skull's interior, but they paid Noork no heed. To them he was another\n of their number." ], [ "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "But Noork was wrong. The giant bird that he had ridden into the depths\n of Sekk's fertile valleys had come from a far different world. And the", "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "\"That is Gurn,\" admitted Noork shortly. \"He is also an exile from the\n walled city of Grath. The city rulers call him a traitor. He has told\n me the reason. Perhaps you know it as well?\"", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "\"It's Noork,\" he grunted. \"Why do I not see you?\"", "Noork was fully awake now. They were speaking of Sarna. Her father's\n name was Tholon Dist. It was early morning in the fields of the Misty", "\"Go to save Gurn's ...\" and here Noork was stumped for words. \"To save\n his father's woman woman,\" he managed at last. \"Father's woman woman\n called Sarna.\"", "One of the women now came to her feet and as she neared the\n metal-barred entrance Noork saw that she was indeed Sarna. He examined", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "\"I am Noork,\" the man told her. \"For many days have I dwelt among the\n wild Vasads of the jungle with their golden-skinned chief, Gurn, for\n my friend.\"", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "The Doctor's ship had landed safely on Sekk, the wily scientist\n preferring the lesser gravity of this fertile world to that of the\n lifeless Moon in the event that he returned again to Earth, but\n Dietrich's spacer had crashed.", "The other bird had come from space several days before that of Noork,\n the Vasads had told him, and it had landed somewhere within the land", "Noork drifted slowly up the huge series of long bench-like steps\n that led up to the gaping jaws of the Skull. He saw red and", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "Noork smiled. \"I am glad he is your brother,\" he said simply.\nThe girl's eyes fell before his admiring gaze and warm blood flooded\n into her rounded neck and lovely cheeks.", "words that caused the apish Vasads to name him Noork. Now he repeated\n them aloud.", "Two words linked Noork with the past, the two words that the Vasads\n had slurred into his name: New York. And the battered wrist watch, its", "Noork waited until the old man was gone before he descended from the\n tree. He walked along the row until he reached the slave's bent back," ], [ "\"Tholon Sarna is in the pit beneath the Temple with the other female\n slaves. And the Misty Ones stand guard over the entrance to the temple\n pits.\"", "\"But it is always the youngest and most beautiful,\" complained the\n younger slave, \"that the priests chose. I wish to mate with a beautiful\n woman. Tholon Sarna is such a one.\"", "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "These Misty Ones were living breathing creatures like himself! They\n were not gods, or demons, or even the ghostly servants of demons. He", "welcome the news that the Misty Ones were not demons. And the girl from\n the enemy city of Grath was beautiful. Perhaps she would love him for\n helping to rescue her and come willingly with him to Konto.", "One of the women now came to her feet and as she neared the\n metal-barred entrance Noork saw that she was indeed Sarna. He examined", "There were a score of young women, lately captured from the mainland\n by the Misty Ones, sitting dejectedly upon the foul dampness of the", "\"Some night,\" snarled the slave, \"I'm going over the wall. Even the\n Misty Ones will not catch me once I have crossed the lake.\"", "\"Go to save Gurn's ...\" and here Noork was stumped for words. \"To save\n his father's woman woman,\" he managed at last. \"Father's woman woman\n called Sarna.\"", "\"Indeed I do,\" cried Sarna. \"My brother said that we should no longer\n make slaves of the captured Zurans from the other valleys.\"", "The sword clattered from the guardian Misty One's clutch and in the\n same instant Noork's steel fingers snapped the neck of the other man", "Noork was fully awake now. They were speaking of Sarna. Her father's\n name was Tholon Dist. It was early morning in the fields of the Misty", "our enemies, the men of Konto, lived, we swung close to the Lake of\n Uzdon. And the Misty Ones from the Temple of the Skull trailed us. I\n alone escaped.\"", "Tholon Sarna stumbled through the door and he caught her in his arms.\n Hurriedly he loosed one of the two robes fastened about his waist and\n slipped it around her slim shivering shoulders.", "Noork squinted. So the Misty Ones were not entirely invisible. Pain\n was growing in his numbed arm now, but as it came so came strength. He", "\"I have stolen the skin of a demon,\" answered the invisible man. \"Go to\n Gurn. Tell him to fear the demons no longer. Tell him the Misty Ones\n can be trapped and skinned.\"", "\"Tako, woman,\" he greeted her.\n\n\n \"Tako,\" she replied fearfully. \"Who speaks to Tholon Sarna? Be you\n hunter or escaped slave?\"", "So it was that he ran quickly to the door, in his hand the sword that\n had dropped from the dead man's fingers, and sprang inside, prepared to\n battle there the Misty Ones, lest one escape to give the alarm.", "For between the hairy quarter-ton beast men of the jungles of Sekk and\n the golden men of the valley cities who enslaved them there was eternal\n war.", "His sword had wrenched from his hand as it jammed into the bony\n structure of the decapitated Misty One's shoulder, and now both his" ], [ "\"Go to save Gurn's ...\" and here Noork was stumped for words. \"To save\n his father's woman woman,\" he managed at last. \"Father's woman woman\n called Sarna.\"", "\"If you will help me, Rold,\" said Noork, \"to rescue the girl and escape\n from the island I will take you along.\"", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "Noork was fully awake now. They were speaking of Sarna. Her father's\n name was Tholon Dist. It was early morning in the fields of the Misty", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "One of the women now came to her feet and as she neared the\n metal-barred entrance Noork saw that she was indeed Sarna. He examined", "\"That is Gurn,\" admitted Noork shortly. \"He is also an exile from the\n walled city of Grath. The city rulers call him a traitor. He has told\n me the reason. Perhaps you know it as well?\"", "\"I am Noork,\" the man told her. \"For many days have I dwelt among the\n wild Vasads of the jungle with their golden-skinned chief, Gurn, for\n my friend.\"", "\"It is enough,\" said Noork. \"I will go to rescue her now. Be prepared\n to join us as we return. I will have a robe for you if all goes well.\"", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "\"I will help you, stranger,\" he agreed.\n\n\n \"Then tell me of the Skull, and of the priests, and of the prison where\n Tholon Sarna is held.\"", "\"If you are captured,\" cried Rold nervously, \"you will not tell them I\n talked with you?\"", "\"It's Noork,\" he grunted. \"Why do I not see you?\"", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "Noork smiled. \"I am glad he is your brother,\" he said simply.\nThe girl's eyes fell before his admiring gaze and warm blood flooded\n into her rounded neck and lovely cheeks.", "\"Continue to work,\" he said to the young man. \"Do not be too surprised\n at what I am about to tell you, Rold.\" He paused and watched the golden\n man's rather stupid face intently.", "Noork waited until the old man was gone before he descended from the\n tree. He walked along the row until he reached the slave's bent back,", "hands sought the throat of the guard. The unseen man's cry of warning\n gurgled and died in his throat as Noork clamped his fingers shut upon" ], [ "\"So,\" he said, \"to the priests of Uzdon we are not invisible. You do\n not trust your guards, then.\"", "Uzdon's image and her heart torn from her living breast.\" The slave's\n mismatched eyes, one blue and the other brown, lifted from his work.", "These then were the two blood hungry deities that the men of Zura\n worshipped—mighty Uzdon and his mate, Lornu!", "\"That matters not to the priests of Uzdon,\" the slighter of the\n two slaves, his hair almost white, said. \"If she be chosen for the", "Ud's great nostrils quivered. He tasted the odor of a friend mingled\n with that of a strange Zuran. He squatted.", "of Manak. The priests of most holy Uzdon, and their invisible minions,\n are not unkind.", "sacrifice to great Uzdon her blood will stain the altar no redder than\n another's.\"", "Lake of Uzdon moved, and he saw briefly the bottom of a foot dirtied\n with the mud of the trail.", "\"So,\" said Noork, \"the men of the island prey upon their own kind. And\n the Temple of Uzdon in the lake is guarded by cowardly warriors like\n this.\"", "our enemies, the men of Konto, lived, we swung close to the Lake of\n Uzdon. And the Misty Ones from the Temple of the Skull trailed us. I\n alone escaped.\"", "The priest laughed. \"We also have robes of invisibility,\" he said, \"and\n the sacred window of Uzdon before our eyes.\" He snarled suddenly at the", "entrance. He slipped the thongs of the transparent mask, called by the\n priest \"Uzdon's window\" over his hood, and then proceeded to don the\n new robe.", "Ud tasted the scent of a man and sluggishly rolled his bullet head from\n shoulder to shoulder as he tried to catch sight of his ages-old enemy.", "overhead the High Priest will choose one of them for sacrifice to\n mighty Uzdon, most potent of all gods. And with the dawning of the\n next day the chosen one will be bound across the altar before great", "The Misty One was almost like himself. His skin was not so golden as\n that of the other men of Zuran, and his forehead was low and retreating", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "jungle's ragged fringe to end at last in the muddy shallows of the Lake\n of Uzdon.", "\"And in the confusion of the attack five of us escaped. We returned\n toward the valley of Grath, but to avoid the intervening valley where", "\"Indeed I do,\" cried Sarna. \"My brother said that we should no longer\n make slaves of the captured Zurans from the other valleys.\"", "\"I have stolen the skin of a demon,\" answered the invisible man. \"Go to\n Gurn. Tell him to fear the demons no longer. Tell him the Misty Ones\n can be trapped and skinned.\"" ], [ "The sword clattered from the guardian Misty One's clutch and in the\n same instant Noork's steel fingers snapped the neck of the other man", "Other misty blobs, the invisible guards of the ghastly temple, were\n stationed at regular intervals across the great entrance into the\n Skull's interior, but they paid Noork no heed. To them he was another\n of their number.", "Noork squinted. So the Misty Ones were not entirely invisible. Pain\n was growing in his numbed arm now, but as it came so came strength. He", "Noork moved backward a pace. He grumbled something inaudible and drew\n his sword. Before him the two swords slowly drew aside.", "So it was that he ran quickly to the door, in his hand the sword that\n had dropped from the dead man's fingers, and sprang inside, prepared to\n battle there the Misty Ones, lest one escape to give the alarm.", "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "pits his eyes took in the stone steps that led upward into the two\n upper levels. Only priests and the vague shapelessness of the Misty\n Ones climbed those steps. The upper levels, then, were forbidden to", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "Noork drifted slowly up the huge series of long bench-like steps\n that led up to the gaping jaws of the Skull. He saw red and", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "One armed as he was temporarily, and with an unseen foe to reckon with,\n Noork awkwardly swung up into the comparative safety of the trees. Once", "Secure in the knowledge that he wore the invisible robes of a Misty\n One he found a solitary tree growing within the wall and climbed to a\n comfortable crotch. In less than a minute he was asleep.", "He looked about the narrow stone-walled room with puzzled eyes. Two\n warriors lay on a pallet of straw, one of them emitting hideous\n gurgling sounds that filled the little room with unpleasing echoes.\n Noork grinned.", "to a steady deep breathing. Noork knew that now the two guards would\n not give the alarm for several hours. Thoughtfully he looked about the\n room. There were several of the hooded cloaks hanging from pegs wedged", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "These Misty Ones were living breathing creatures like himself! They\n were not gods, or demons, or even the ghostly servants of demons. He", "And the monsters fled. They fled down the trail or faded away into the\n jungle. All but one of them. The arrow had pierced a vital portion of\n this Misty One's body. He fell and moved no more.", "hands sought the throat of the guard. The unseen man's cry of warning\n gurgled and died in his throat as Noork clamped his fingers shut upon" ], [ "\"It is enough,\" said Noork. \"I will go to rescue her now. Be prepared\n to join us as we return. I will have a robe for you if all goes well.\"", "Noork shed his own blood-stained robe quickly and donned one of the\n others. The cloaks were rather bulky and so he could carry but two\n others, rolled up, beneath his own protective covering.", "\"Go to save Gurn's ...\" and here Noork was stumped for words. \"To save\n his father's woman woman,\" he managed at last. \"Father's woman woman\n called Sarna.\"", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "Tholon Sarna stumbled through the door and he caught her in his arms.\n Hurriedly he loosed one of the two robes fastened about his waist and\n slipped it around her slim shivering shoulders.", "One of the women now came to her feet and as she neared the\n metal-barred entrance Noork saw that she was indeed Sarna. He examined", "Noork was fully awake now. They were speaking of Sarna. Her father's\n name was Tholon Dist. It was early morning in the fields of the Misty", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "The jungle was thinning out. Noork's teeth flashed as he lifted the\n drying fabric of the mantle and donned it.", "A moment later Noork was ripping the stained cloak and hood from the\n fallen creature, curious to learn what ghastly brute-thing hid beneath\n them. His lip curled at what he saw.", "Noork lifted the short, broad-bladed sword that swung in its sheath\n at his belt and let it drop back into place with a satisfying whisper", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "Noork moved backward a pace. He grumbled something inaudible and drew\n his sword. Before him the two swords slowly drew aside.", "to a steady deep breathing. Noork knew that now the two guards would\n not give the alarm for several hours. Thoughtfully he looked about the\n room. There were several of the hooded cloaks hanging from pegs wedged", "\"I am Noork,\" the man told her. \"For many days have I dwelt among the\n wild Vasads of the jungle with their golden-skinned chief, Gurn, for\n my friend.\"", "man's legs kept Noork away from that darting priestly blade. Even so\n his robe was slashed in a dozen places and blood reddened his bronzed", "Noork smiled. \"I am glad he is your brother,\" he said simply.\nThe girl's eyes fell before his admiring gaze and warm blood flooded\n into her rounded neck and lovely cheeks." ], [ "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "Noork raised his sword. \"Take my hood off if you dare, priest,\" he\n offered.", "Between the shield and the transparent bit of curving material the\n sword drove, and buried itself deep in the priest's thick neck. Noork", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "man's legs kept Noork away from that darting priestly blade. Even so\n his robe was slashed in a dozen places and blood reddened his bronzed", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "The fighting grew more furious as the priest pressed the attack. He\n was a skilled swordsman and only the superior agility of the white", "A moment later Noork was ripping the stained cloak and hood from the\n fallen creature, curious to learn what ghastly brute-thing hid beneath\n them. His lip curled at what he saw.", "\"No,\" came the girl's low voice, \"I do not think so. I did not know\n that this priest was here until he appeared behind you.\" A slow smile", "The sword clattered from the guardian Misty One's clutch and in the\n same instant Noork's steel fingers snapped the neck of the other man", "Across the forehead and upper half of the priest's face a curved shield\n of transparent tinted material was fastened. Noork's eyes narrowed as\n he saw the sword and shield of the gigantic holy man.", "\"So,\" said Noork, \"the men of the island prey upon their own kind. And\n the Temple of Uzdon in the lake is guarded by cowardly warriors like\n this.\"", "velvety smoothness of bronze on bronze. Noork's blade bit a chunk from\n the priest's conical shield, and in return received a slashing cut that\n drew blood from left shoulder to elbow.", "Noork moved backward a pace. He grumbled something inaudible and drew\n his sword. Before him the two swords slowly drew aside.", "it, and his shortened sword stabbed at Noork's back.", "The burly priest's answer was a bellow of rage and a lunge forward of\n his sword arm. Their swords clicked together and slid apart with the", "Noork waited until the old man was gone before he descended from the\n tree. He walked along the row until he reached the slave's bent back,", "Noork shrugged his shoulders and set off at a mile-devouring pace down\n the game trail toward the lake where the Temple of the Skull and its" ] ]

[ "Around what year does the story take place?", "Why might Stanley's four-piece combo go to Neptune?", "Why did the reporter leave the bar swiftly after talking to John?", "Why did Jimmie want John to stay with the band so badly?", "What was John's profession?", "How does John return to his previous dimension?", "How did the band replace John?", "Why did Ziggy volunteer for the trip to Neptune?", "Why was the Zloomph so mesmerizing?" ]

[ [ "2021", "2070", "1990", "2040" ], [ "The uranium pits there make a good home for five years.", "It's where musicians past their prime go.", "It is home to Lunar City.", "Fat Boy suggested it." ], [ "He had enough information for his story.", "John had told him about the holes.", "He was overwhelmed by the beauty of the sounds produced by the Zloomph.", "He had finished his beer." ], [ "Mr. Ke-teeli liked John, and that made Jimmie believe his job was safe.", "His music was bringing customers to the bar and therefore provided job security.", "He was fascinated by the potential of the holes to travel to other dimensions.", "He was interested in learning how to play the Zoomph." ], [ "He dug holes for a living.", "He researched ancient history at a university.", "He studied force fields and time-dimension holes at a university.", "He was a musician from another dimension." ], [ "He falls into a manhole left open because of the early-morning hour and cold weather.", "The beautiful melodies of the Zloomph re-open the portal.", "He figures out a way to use the Zloomph to access the dimension.", "He discovers his body is full of holes and manages to crawl into one." ], [ "Jimmie found the guy who forgot to set the force field and had him re-open the portal.", "Ziggy's could use his fingers again.", "They scoured the uranium pits on Neptune.", "They searched hospitals, morgues, jails, night clubs, and hotels for a replacement. " ], [ "His finger healed, so he was now able to make the trip.", "He agreed with Fat Boy's suggestion and wanted to live among other musicians.", "Mr. Ka-teeli was not happy with the band's music and would not renew the contract.", "To help in the search for John Smith." ], [ "Its sheer size made it seem as if it was unaccompanied even when John carried it.", "The sounds it made were unparalleled and entrancing.", "Its deep, midnight-black color was hypnotic.", "The unusual hole in the front of it was captivating because of its mystery." ] ]

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[ [ "unfortunately, was conducted over\n the bar and accompanied by a generous\n guzzling of beer. Fat Boy,\n Hammer-Head and I watched", "and a grating and a banging. Suddenly,\n sweeping across the dance\n floor like a cold wind, was a bass\n fiddle, an enormous black monstrosity,", "We watched.\n\n\n John murmured something. The\n reporter, a paunchy, balding man,\n scribbled furiously in his notebook.", "\"Five meenutes!\" he shrieked.\n \"Eef no feedle, den you go!\" And\n he whirled away.\n\n\n We waited.", "was something off a park bench. It\n was impossible to guess his age. He\n could have been anywhere between\n twenty and forty.", "\"No, I guess not,\" he sighed. \"I'll\n stay—until tomorrow.\"\nAll night the thought crept", "\"Old?\" said John Smith. \"Of\n course it's old. It's over five thousand\n years old. I was lucky to find", "—whoops!...\nThe Holes and John Smith\nBy Edward W. Ludwig\nIllustration by Kelly Freas\nIt all began on a Saturday", "The reporter frowned, stopped\n writing, and studied John curiously.\n\n\n John finished his first beer,\n started on his second. His eyes were\n wild, and he was talking more and\n more rapidly.", "\"This is the first time he's talked\n to anybody,\" Fat Boy breathed.\n \"I—I'm scared.\n\n\n \"Nothing can happen,\" I said,\n optimistically. \"This'll be good publicity.\"", "\"Sure. We'll get him to sign it.\"\n I laughed hollowly. \"Don't worry,\n Mr. Ke-teeli.\"\n\n\n Just a few minutes later tragedy\n struck.", "Suspiciously, Ke-teeli eyed the\n entrance. There was only silence.\n His naked, parchment-like chest\n swelled as if it were an expanding\n balloon.", "\"He wouldn't listen,\" he said,\n weakly. \"I tried to tell him, but he\n said he'd come back when I'm\n sober. I'm sober now. So I quit.\n I've got to find my hole.\"", "\"He's doing it,\" Hammer-Head\n groaned. \"He's telling him!\"\n\n\n I rose swiftly. \"We better get\n over there. We should have known\n better—\"", "I patted him gingerly on the arm.\n \"Now John. You've just had too\n much beer, that's all. Let's go out\n and get some air and some strong\n black coffee. C'mon now.\"", "\"Certainly. Look around you. All\n you see is holes. These beer bottles\n are just holes surrounded by glass.", "Thank heaven!\nHeaven lasted for just three\n days. During those seventy-two\n golden hours the melodious tinkling\n of The Eye's cash register was as\n constant as that of Santa's sleigh\n bells.", "\"Then what is it, John?\"\n\n\n \"It's my body. It's—\"\n\n\n \"Yes, what about your body?\n Are you sick?\"", "\"If I didn't hear it,\" I gasped,\n \"I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\n \"And the fiddle's so old, too!\"\n added Hammer-Head who, although\n sober, seemed quite drunk.", "a refugee from a pawnbroker's\n attic. It was queerly shaped. It was\n too tall, too wide. It was more like" ], [ "four-piece combo. Maybe you've\n seen our motto back on Earth:\n \"The Hottest Music This Side of\n Mercury.\"", "Hammer-Head groaned. \"No. I\n guess it'll have to be the black pits\n of Neptune. The home of washed-up\n interplanetary musicians. It's too\n bad. We're so young, too.\"", "We finished\nOn An Asteroid With\n You\n, modulated into\nSweet Sally\n from Saturn\nand finished with\nTighten Your Lips on Titan\n.", "\"Well,\" he muttered, \"there's always\n the uranium pits of Neptune.\n Course, you don't live more than\n five years there—\"", "that trip to Neptune's uranium\n pits. There's plenty of room for\n more volunteers, he tells us. But I\n spend my time cussing the guy who", "He was something out of a nightmare but his music was straight\n from heaven. He was a ragged little man out of a hole but he\n was money in the bank to Stanley's four-piece combo. He was", "\"We'll talk about your plan at\n intermission,\" I said, shivering.\n \"Now, we'd better start playing.\n John, do you know\nOn An Asteroid\n With You\n?\"", "Tonight is our last night at\nThe\n Space Room\n. Goon-Face is scowling\n again with the icy fury of a", "We'll play for you.\" I glanced at\n the conglomeration of uniformed\n spacemen, white-suited tourists,\n and loin-clothed natives who sat at", "Fat Boy, our clarinetist who doubles\n on Martian horn-harp, made a\n feeble attempt at optimism. \"Don't\n worry, Mr. Ke-teeli. That new bass\n man will be here.\"", "We waited for the applause of\n the Earth people and the shrilling\n of the Martians to die down. Then\n I turned to John and his fiddle.", "\"Maybe we could make it back\n to Lunar City,\" suggested Hammer-Head.\n\n\n \"Using what for fare?\" I asked.\n \"Your brains?\"", "We were sitting on the bandstand\n of the candle-lit cocktail lounge.\n Me—Jimmie Stanley—and my", "Then it happened.\nFrom the entrance of\nThe\n Space Room\ncame a thumping", "have to eat. Remember, you still\n have to eat.\n\"Trouble is,\" he went on, \"there\n are so many holes in this universe.\"", "\"Where ees museek?\" he shrilled\n in his nasal tenor. He was almost\n skeleton thin, like most Martians,\n and so tall that if he fell down he'd\n be half way home.", "night at\nThe Space Room\n. If\n you've seen any recent Martian\n travel folders, you know the place:", "of the classic\nRhapsody of The\n Stars\n. He was a quiet guy during\n the next couple of hours, and getting\n more than a few words from", "cocktail lounge will thrill at the\n sight of hardy space pioneers mingling\n side by side with colorful\n Martian tribesmen. An evening at\nThe Space Room", "I gulped. \"Our bass man can't\n be here, but we've called the Marsport\n local for another. He'll be here\n any minute.\"" ], [ "The reporter frowned, stopped\n writing, and studied John curiously.\n\n\n John finished his first beer,\n started on his second. His eyes were\n wild, and he was talking more and\n more rapidly.", "John yawned, muttered something\n else. The reporter continued\n to scribble.\n\n\n John sipped beer. His eyes\n brightened, and he began to talk\n more rapidly.", "We were too late. The reporter\n had already slapped on his hat and\n was striding to the exit. John turned\n to us, dazed, his enthusiasm vanishing\n like air from a punctured balloon.", "We watched.\n\n\n John murmured something. The\n reporter, a paunchy, balding man,\n scribbled furiously in his notebook.", "A reporter from the\nMarsport\n Times\nambled into interview the\n Man of The Hour. The interview,", "I patted him gingerly on the arm.\n \"Now John. You've just had too\n much beer, that's all. Let's go out\n and get some air and some strong\n black coffee. C'mon now.\"", "unfortunately, was conducted over\n the bar and accompanied by a generous\n guzzling of beer. Fat Boy,\n Hammer-Head and I watched", "\"Hello,\" he puffed. \"I'm John\n Smith, from the Marsport union.\"\n He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if", "\"He wouldn't listen,\" he said,\n weakly. \"I tried to tell him, but he\n said he'd come back when I'm\n sober. I'm sober now. So I quit.\n I've got to find my hole.\"", "And I didn't dare look again at\n the second monstrosity, the one\n named John Smith. I closed my\n eyes and plunged into a four-bar\n intro.", "\"John,\" I ventured after he'd\n taken an experimental sip, \"where\n have you been hiding? A guy like\n you should be playing every night.\"", "I closed my eyes. \"Which particular\n hole are you looking for, John?\"\n\n\n He was speaking rapidly again\n now.", "\"But you mustn't be scared. That\n reporter was just stupid. We'll help\n you with your theory.\"\n\n\n His body trembled. \"No, it isn't\n that. It isn't the reporter.\"", "John was squatting on the living\n room floor, surrounded by a forest\n of empty beer bottles. His eyes were\n bulging, his hair was even wilder\n than usual, and he was swaying.", "\"John!\" I cried. \"You're drunk!\"\n\n\n His watery eyes squinted at me.\n \"No, not drunk. Just scared. I'm\n awful scared!\"", "His watery gaze wandered lazily\n to the bar mirror, down to the glittering\n array of bottles and then out\n to the dance floor.", "John just slipped out of my grasp—\nZloomph\nand all—and was gone—completely\n and irrevocably gone.", "John yawned. \"Just got here. Figured\n I might need some money so\n I went to the union. Then I worked\n on my plan.\"", "I escorted him to the bar and assisted\n him in his arduous climb onto\n a stool.", "Then—he was gone." ], [ "I patted him on the back. \"No,\n John, we'll help you. Don't quit.\n We'll—well, we'll help you.\"", "\"Then you need a job. How\n about playing with us steady? We\n like your style a lot.\"", "We were sitting on the bandstand\n of the candle-lit cocktail lounge.\n Me—Jimmie Stanley—and my", "\"No, I guess not,\" he sighed. \"I'll\n stay—until tomorrow.\"\nAll night the thought crept", "\"Oh, sure,\" I said. \"He'll stay—just\n as long as you want him.\"\n\n\n \"Den he sign contract, too. No\n beeg feedle, no contract.\"", "\"Even there,\" he said softly,\n \"even there....\"\n\n\n There was no doubt about it.\n John Smith was peculiar, but he\n was the best bass man this side of a\n musician's Nirvana.", "\"John,\" I ventured after he'd\n taken an experimental sip, \"where\n have you been hiding? A guy like\n you should be playing every night.\"", "I patted him gingerly on the arm.\n \"Now John. You've just had too\n much beer, that's all. Let's go out\n and get some air and some strong\n black coffee. C'mon now.\"", "\"It'd be a steady job, John.\" Inspiration\n struck me. \"And listen, I\n have an apartment. It's got everything,", "He was something out of a nightmare but his music was straight\n from heaven. He was a ragged little man out of a hole but he\n was money in the bank to Stanley's four-piece combo. He was", "But there was something else, too.\n There were overtones, so that John\n wasn't just playing a single note,", "\"Then what is it, John?\"\n\n\n \"It's my body. It's—\"\n\n\n \"Yes, what about your body?\n Are you sick?\"", "And I didn't dare look again at\n the second monstrosity, the one\n named John Smith. I closed my\n eyes and plunged into a four-bar\n intro.", "Hummm, I thought.\nWe played. Tune after tune.\n John knew them all, from the\n latest pop melodies to a swing version", "John became the hero of tourists,\n spacemen, and Martians, but nevertheless\n he remained stubbornly", "The reporter frowned, stopped\n writing, and studied John curiously.\n\n\n John finished his first beer,\n started on his second. His eyes were\n wild, and he was talking more and\n more rapidly.", "for that music of his I'd baby him\n the rest of his life.", "\"He wouldn't listen,\" he said,\n weakly. \"I tried to tell him, but he\n said he'd come back when I'm\n sober. I'm sober now. So I quit.\n I've got to find my hole.\"", "Fat Boy gulped.\n\n\n \"Just wait another day,\" I said.\n \"We'll have it worked out. Just be\n patient another day. You can't\n leave now, not after all your work.\"", "\"We'll talk about your plan at\n intermission,\" I said, shivering.\n \"Now, we'd better start playing.\n John, do you know\nOn An Asteroid\n With You\n?\"" ], [ "\"Hello,\" he puffed. \"I'm John\n Smith, from the Marsport union.\"\n He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if", "\"Then what is it, John?\"\n\n\n \"It's my body. It's—\"\n\n\n \"Yes, what about your body?\n Are you sick?\"", "We watched.\n\n\n John murmured something. The\n reporter, a paunchy, balding man,\n scribbled furiously in his notebook.", "\"It'd be a steady job, John.\" Inspiration\n struck me. \"And listen, I\n have an apartment. It's got everything,", "John Smith was gone, so utterly\n and completely and tragically gone\n it was as if he'd never existed....", "The reporter frowned, stopped\n writing, and studied John curiously.\n\n\n John finished his first beer,\n started on his second. His eyes were\n wild, and he was talking more and\n more rapidly.", "\"Even there,\" he said softly,\n \"even there....\"\n\n\n There was no doubt about it.\n John Smith was peculiar, but he\n was the best bass man this side of a\n musician's Nirvana.", "But there was something else, too.\n There were overtones, so that John\n wasn't just playing a single note,", "after John began to play.", "from a table. Knowing John as we\n did, a silent prayer was in our eyes.", "John became the hero of tourists,\n spacemen, and Martians, but nevertheless\n he remained stubbornly", "I patted him gingerly on the arm.\n \"Now John. You've just had too\n much beer, that's all. Let's go out\n and get some air and some strong\n black coffee. C'mon now.\"", "John was squatting on the living\n room floor, surrounded by a forest\n of empty beer bottles. His eyes were\n bulging, his hair was even wilder\n than usual, and he was swaying.", "\"What\ndo\nyou like to do, John?\"\n\n\n His string-bean of a body stiffened.\n \"I like to study ancient history ...\n and I must work on my\n plan.\"", "John yawned, muttered something\n else. The reporter continued\n to scribble.\n\n\n John sipped beer. His eyes\n brightened, and he began to talk\n more rapidly.", "\"John,\" I ventured after he'd\n taken an experimental sip, \"where\n have you been hiding? A guy like\n you should be playing every night.\"", "Oh Lord, that plan again!\n\n\n I took a deep breath. \"Tell me\n about it, John. It\nmust\nbe interesting.\"", "John just slipped out of my grasp—\nZloomph\nand all—and was gone—completely\n and irrevocably gone.", "\"But, John,\" I said as patiently as\n possible, \"what have these holes\n got to do with you?\"", "\"John!\" I cried. \"You're drunk!\"\n\n\n His watery eyes squinted at me.\n \"No, not drunk. Just scared. I'm\n awful scared!\"" ], [ "His face was white with terror.\n \"No, my—\nmy body's full of holes\n.\n Suppose it's one of those holes!\n How will I get back if it is?\"", "John just slipped out of my grasp—\nZloomph\nand all—and was gone—completely\n and irrevocably gone.", "John became the hero of tourists,\n spacemen, and Martians, but nevertheless\n he remained stubbornly", "\"Then what is it, John?\"\n\n\n \"It's my body. It's—\"\n\n\n \"Yes, what about your body?\n Are you sick?\"", "—whoops!...\nThe Holes and John Smith\nBy Edward W. Ludwig\nIllustration by Kelly Freas\nIt all began on a Saturday", "telling him his theory was\n proved valid and for him to take\n a nice long vacation now. He was\n a screwball about holes and force\n fields and dimensional worlds but", "I closed my eyes. \"Which particular\n hole are you looking for, John?\"\n\n\n He was speaking rapidly again\n now.", "But there was something else, too.\n There were overtones, so that John\n wasn't just playing a single note,", "\"Hello,\" he puffed. \"I'm John\n Smith, from the Marsport union.\"\n He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if", "We waited for the applause of\n the Earth people and the shrilling\n of the Martians to die down. Then\n I turned to John and his fiddle.", "my own\n time dimension. And if I don't get\n back they will think I couldn't prove\n my theory, that I'm ashamed to", "\"It'd be a steady job, John.\" Inspiration\n struck me. \"And listen, I\n have an apartment. It's got everything,", "A moment's silence.\n\n\n \"Your plan?\" I echoed at last.\n\n\n \"How to get back home,\" he\n snapped as if I should have known\n it already.", "\"He wouldn't listen,\" he said,\n weakly. \"I tried to tell him, but he\n said he'd come back when I'm\n sober. I'm sober now. So I quit.\n I've got to find my hole.\"", "John Smith was gone, so utterly\n and completely and tragically gone\n it was as if he'd never existed....", "The reporter frowned, stopped\n writing, and studied John curiously.\n\n\n John finished his first beer,\n started on his second. His eyes were\n wild, and he was talking more and\n more rapidly.", "I patted him on the back. \"No,\n John, we'll help you. Don't quit.\n We'll—well, we'll help you.\"", "forgot to set the force field at the\n other end of the hole and let John\n and his\nZloomph\nback into his own", "I patted him gingerly on the arm.\n \"Now John. You've just had too\n much beer, that's all. Let's go out\n and get some air and some strong\n black coffee. C'mon now.\"", "We staggered out into the morning\n darkness, the three of us. John,\n the\nZloomph\n, and I." ], [ "Fat Boy, our clarinetist who doubles\n on Martian horn-harp, made a\n feeble attempt at optimism. \"Don't\n worry, Mr. Ke-teeli. That new bass\n man will be here.\"", "But there was something else, too.\n There were overtones, so that John\n wasn't just playing a single note,", "I gulped. \"Our bass man can't\n be here, but we've called the Marsport\n local for another. He'll be here\n any minute.\"", "And I didn't dare look again at\n the second monstrosity, the one\n named John Smith. I closed my\n eyes and plunged into a four-bar\n intro.", "But there weren't four of us tonight.\n Only three. Ziggy, our bass\n fiddle man, had nearly sliced off", "\"Even there,\" he said softly,\n \"even there....\"\n\n\n There was no doubt about it.\n John Smith was peculiar, but he\n was the best bass man this side of a\n musician's Nirvana.", "The reporter frowned, stopped\n writing, and studied John curiously.\n\n\n John finished his first beer,\n started on his second. His eyes were\n wild, and he was talking more and\n more rapidly.", "after John began to play.", "John Smith was gone, so utterly\n and completely and tragically gone\n it was as if he'd never existed....", "We waited for the applause of\n the Earth people and the shrilling\n of the Martians to die down. Then\n I turned to John and his fiddle.", "We watched.\n\n\n John murmured something. The\n reporter, a paunchy, balding man,\n scribbled furiously in his notebook.", "\"We'll talk about your plan at\n intermission,\" I said, shivering.\n \"Now, we'd better start playing.\n John, do you know\nOn An Asteroid\n With You\n?\"", "Hummm, I thought.\nWe played. Tune after tune.\n John knew them all, from the\n latest pop melodies to a swing version", "\"Hello,\" he puffed. \"I'm John\n Smith, from the Marsport union.\"\n He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if", "\"John,\" I ventured after he'd\n taken an experimental sip, \"where\n have you been hiding? A guy like\n you should be playing every night.\"", "\"Then you need a job. How\n about playing with us steady? We\n like your style a lot.\"", "Fat Boy scratched the back of\n his head. \"You—you mean here?\n Where the music comes out?\"\n\n\n John Smith nodded. \"Unusual.\"\n\n\n Hummm, I thought again.", "\"We're working on a plan, too,\"\n said Fat Boy in a burst of inspiration.\n \"We're going to make a more\n scientific approach.\"\n\n\n \"How?\" John asked.", "\"Sure,\" said Hammer-Head, our\n red-haired vibro-drummer. \"I think\n I hear him coming now.\"", "Ziggy, whose two fingers have\n healed, has already bowed to what\n seems inevitable. He's signed up for" ], [ "that trip to Neptune's uranium\n pits. There's plenty of room for\n more volunteers, he tells us. But I\n spend my time cussing the guy who", "Ziggy, whose two fingers have\n healed, has already bowed to what\n seems inevitable. He's signed up for", "\"Well,\" he muttered, \"there's always\n the uranium pits of Neptune.\n Course, you don't live more than\n five years there—\"", "Hammer-Head groaned. \"No. I\n guess it'll have to be the black pits\n of Neptune. The home of washed-up\n interplanetary musicians. It's too\n bad. We're so young, too.\"", "We finished\nOn An Asteroid With\n You\n, modulated into\nSweet Sally\n from Saturn\nand finished with\nTighten Your Lips on Titan\n.", "\"We'll talk about your plan at\n intermission,\" I said, shivering.\n \"Now, we'd better start playing.\n John, do you know\nOn An Asteroid\n With You\n?\"", "\"Maybe we could make it back\n to Lunar City,\" suggested Hammer-Head.\n\n\n \"Using what for fare?\" I asked.\n \"Your brains?\"", "\"This is the first time he's talked\n to anybody,\" Fat Boy breathed.\n \"I—I'm scared.\n\n\n \"Nothing can happen,\" I said,\n optimistically. \"This'll be good publicity.\"", "\"Hello,\" he puffed. \"I'm John\n Smith, from the Marsport union.\"\n He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if", "have to eat. Remember, you still\n have to eat.\n\"Trouble is,\" he went on, \"there\n are so many holes in this universe.\"", "We'll play for you.\" I glanced at\n the conglomeration of uniformed\n spacemen, white-suited tourists,\n and loin-clothed natives who sat at", "telling him his theory was\n proved valid and for him to take\n a nice long vacation now. He was\n a screwball about holes and force\n fields and dimensional worlds but", "\"Sure. We'll get him to sign it.\"\n I laughed hollowly. \"Don't worry,\n Mr. Ke-teeli.\"\n\n\n Just a few minutes later tragedy\n struck.", "His face was white with terror.\n \"No, my—\nmy body's full of holes\n.\n Suppose it's one of those holes!\n How will I get back if it is?\"", "Tonight is our last night at\nThe\n Space Room\n. Goon-Face is scowling\n again with the icy fury of a", "\"Oh, sure,\" I said. \"He'll stay—just\n as long as you want him.\"\n\n\n \"Den he sign contract, too. No\n beeg feedle, no contract.\"", "His chest sagged for an instant.\n Then he straightened. \"But there's\n still time for my plan to work out—with\n the relative difference taken\n into account. Only I get so tired\n just thinking about it.\"", "John became the hero of tourists,\n spacemen, and Martians, but nevertheless\n he remained stubbornly", "Gap-jawed and wide-eyed,\n they seemed in a kind of ecstatic\n hypnosis. Even the silent, bland-faced\n Martians stopped sipping", "\"No, I guess not,\" he sighed. \"I'll\n stay—until tomorrow.\"\nAll night the thought crept" ], [ "Gap-jawed and wide-eyed,\n they seemed in a kind of ecstatic\n hypnosis. Even the silent, bland-faced\n Martians stopped sipping", "I was hanging on to him trying\n to see around and over and even\n under the\nZloomph", "him seemed as hard as extracting a\n tooth. He'd stand by his fiddle—I\n mean, his\nZloomph\n—with a dreamy", "He rose and staggered to his\nZloomph\n, clutching it as though it\n were somehow a source of strength\n and consolation.", "They were great rolling clouds that\n seemed to envelop the entire universe\n with their vibrance. They\n held a depth and a volume and a\n richness that were astounding, that", "it in a pawnshop. Only it's not a\n fiddle but a\nZloomph\n. This is the\n only one in existence.\" He patted", "I looked at The Eye. The transformation\n of his gaunt features\n was miraculous. Shadows of gloom\n dissolved and were replaced by", "We staggered out into the morning\n darkness, the three of us. John,\n the\nZloomph\n, and I.", "aloof. He was quiet, moody, playing\n his\nZloomph\nautomatically. He'd\n reveal definite indications of belonging", "\"I was hurrying back to the University\n with the\nZloomph\nto prove\n a point of ancient history to those", "He made queer clicking noises\n with his mouth that reminded me\n of a mechanical toy being wound\n into motion. \"The whole foundation", "Suspiciously, Ke-teeli eyed the\n entrance. There was only silence.\n His naked, parchment-like chest\n swelled as if it were an expanding\n balloon.", "and a grating and a banging. Suddenly,\n sweeping across the dance\n floor like a cold wind, was a bass\n fiddle, an enormous black monstrosity,", "John just slipped out of my grasp—\nZloomph\nand all—and was gone—completely\n and irrevocably gone.", "but a whole chord with each beat.\n And the fullness, the depth of those\n incredible chords actually set my\n blood tingling. I could\nfeel", "Hummm, I thought.\n\n\n My gaze turned to the dance\n floor. Goon-Face had his eyes on\n us, and they were as cold as six Indians\n going South.", "a refugee from a pawnbroker's\n attic. It was queerly shaped. It was\n too tall, too wide. It was more like", "His eyes were like black\n needle points set deep in a mask of\n dry, ancient, reddish leather.", "Then it happened.\nFrom the entrance of\nThe\n Space Room\ncame a thumping", "His watery gaze wandered lazily\n to the bar mirror, down to the glittering\n array of bottles and then out\n to the dance floor." ] ]

[ "Why were some members of SCARS most likely easy to manipulate to do the Groaci's bidding?", "What comparison does Retief offer after suggesting surgical removal of the Fustian horns?", "Why did the youth attack Retief after he left Whonk?", "Why does Magnan scoff at Retief's diplomatic mission?", "What is one physical difference between adult and youth Fustians?", "What was the Groaci's plan?", "How did Slock and some other youths attempt to kill Whonk?", "Who was The Soft One?", "What was unique about the youth that attacked Whonk and tried to attack Retief?" ]

[ [ "Above all else, they hated Fustian adults, so they were willing to do anything to harm them.", "They were disinterested in politics, so they did not think about any political ambitions the Groaci might have.", "The impetuousness of youth blinded them to reality.", "Fustian youth are notoriously stubborn and unwilling to examine all aspects of a situation." ], [ "The two-headed Groaci.", "If people didn't shave, their facial hair would grow too long.", "He pointed out Magnan's extremely long beard.", "He highlighted the unruly outer shells of the adult Fustians." ], [ "Slock despised the Terrestrial Embassy.", "They wanted to steal the pictures he had taken of the ship's blueprints.", "It was part of the Groaci's plan for takeover.", "They were looking for a film he had brought with him about SCARS." ], [ "He doesn't think the Groaci are relevant to the mission.", "He doesn't approve of Retief's interest in the physical characteristics of the Fustians.", "He thinks the time would be better spent building relationships with Fustian youths.", "He thinks Retief should investigate the activities of the SCARS instead." ], [ "The youths tend to wrap their bodies in mantles, and the adults do not.", "The youths have beady yellow eyes, and the adults do not.", "The adults have soft jaws, and the youths have hard jaws.", "The bodies of adult Fustians are protected by scales and shells. The youths' are not." ], [ "To blow up the Terrestrial Embassy.", "To use Slock's help in pinning the bombing of the \"Moss Rock\" on SCARS and the Terrestrial Embassy.", "To purge the Ministry of Youth of its leaders and replace them with their own.", "To prevent the Sexual, Cultural, and Athletic Recreational Society from receiving its sponsorship." ], [ "They dragged him through the streets.", "They beat him up and left him for dead.", "They tried to suffocate him by tying a bag around his head.", "They tried to decapitate him." ], [ "The Groaci.", "Retief.", "Slock.", "Magnan." ], [ "He was actually an adult Fustian whose outer shell had been carefully removed.", "He had horns growing from his toes.", "He was a senior member of SCARS.", "His eyes were attached to the end of long stalks." ] ]

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[ [ "over them. The Groaci would thus have neatly laid the whole affair\n squarely at the door of the Terrestrial Embassy ... whose sponsorship\n of the SCARS had received plenty of publicity.\"", "\"The plot is foiled,\" said Whonk. \"But what reason did they have?\"\n\n\n \"The Groaci are behind it. I have an idea the SCARS didn't know about\n this gambit.\"", "\"This group,\" said Retief, leaning across Magnan, \"the SCARS. How much\n do you know about them, Mr. Minister?\"", "for the benefit of the scribbling reporters. \"We'd like to think that\n in our modest way we're to be a part of all that the SCARS achieve\n during the years ahead.\"", "\"Well,\" Retief said. \"It looks like the SCARS are out in force tonight.\n Where's your pal?\" he said to the advancing trio. \"The sticky little", "Sponsorship ceremony for the SCARS group, with full press coverage,\n arrangements for which I have managed to complete in spite of your\n intransigence.\"", "The Groaci were to supply the necessary hardware and Slock, as foreman\n at the shipyards, was to see that everything was properly installed.\n The next step, I assume, would have been a local take-over, followed", "\"How gratifying it is to take this opportunity to express once more the\n great pleasure we have in sponsoring SCARS,\" he said, talking slowly", "them? There are three strong political parties here on Fust. What's the\n alignment of this SCARS organization?\"", "Athletic Recreational Society, or SCARS for short, has been awaiting\n sponsorship for a matter of weeks now.\"", "\"SCARS,\" Retief read. He looked at Whonk. \"It seems to me I've heard\n the name before,\" he murmured. \"Let's get back to the Embassy—fast.\"", "\"The Groaci were playing a double game, as usual,\" Retief said. \"They\n intended to dispose of this fellow Slock, once he'd served their\n purpose.\"", "\"They have found leaders. The spiv, Slock, is one. And I fear they plot\n mischief.\" He pointed to the window. \"They come, and a Soft One with\n them.\"", "by a little interplanetary war on Flamenco or one of the other nearby\n worlds ... for which the Groaci would be glad to supply plenty of ammo.\"", "\"Then there are the Groaci. Why their passionate interest in a\n two-horse world like Fust? Normally they're concerned with nothing but\n business. But what has Fust got that they could use?\"", "planned for today. When the\nMoss Rock\nblew, a variety of clues were\n to be planted where they'd be easy to find ... with SCARS written all", "\"Glad you reporters happened along,\" said Retief to the gaping newsmen.\n \"Slock here had a deal with a sharp operator from the Groaci Embassy.", "another errand to run. I don't know who the Groaci intended to blast,\n but I have a sneaking suspicion somebody of importance was scheduled", "Groaci. They lay here a day and a night. At full dark of the first\n period they came with stevedores and loaded them aboard the barge\nMoss\n Rock", "\"There are certain films,\" the lead Fustian muttered. His voice was\n unusually deep for a Youth. He was wrapped in a heavy cloak and moved\n awkwardly. His adolescence was nearly at an end, Retief guessed." ], [ "\"I like the adult Fustians,\" said Retief. \"Too bad they have to lug\n half a ton of horn around on their backs. I wonder if surgery would\n help.\"", "\"I was just leaving,\" Retief said. \"Which way out?\"\n\n\n \"The rear door,\" the Fustian gestured with a stubby member. \"Rest well,\n stranger on these shores.\" He moved to the entrance.", "Retief used the bar on another head. His third blow laid the Fustian\n on the pavement, oozing purple. The other two club members departed\n hastily, seriously dented but still mobile.", "giant armored bodies of the Fustians. Across the room Magnan fluttered\n a hand. Retief headed toward him. A low-pitched vibration filled the", "\"What does the naked-back here?\" barked a deep voice behind Retief. He\n turned. A heavy-faced Fustian youth, wrapped in a mantle, stood at the", "his weight against the cloaked chest. The clumsy Fustian tottered, fell\n heavily. Retief was past him and off the flat-car before the other", "\"Why don't you just admit you can't hear it,\" Retief whispered loudly.\n \"And if I may interrupt a moment—\"", "The youth scrambled to hands and knees, scuttled for freedom. Retief\n planted a foot on his dragging cloak; it ripped free. He stared at the\n bare back of the Fustian—", "whirled the metal bar he had thrust between the Fustian's legs, slammed\n it against the skull of another, who shook his head, turned on\n Retief ... and bounced off the steel hull of the", "With a bellow Slock reached for Retief—and choked off in mid-cry as\n the Fustian elder, Whonk, pinioned him from behind, lifting him clear\n of the floor.", "\"Great heavens, Retief,\" Magnan sputtered. \"I'm amazed that even you\n would bring up a matter of such delicacy. A race's unfortunate physical\n characteristics are hardly a fit matter for Terrestrial curiosity.\"", "Retief stood. \"My own program for the day includes going over to the\n dockyards. There are some features of this new passenger liner the\n Fustians are putting together that I want to look into. With your\n permission, Mr. Ambassador...?\"", "\"Better let up before you make a mess of him,\" said Retief. Whonk\n lifted the Youth clear of the floor, then flung him down with a thump", "\"You know me, Slock,\" said Retief loudly. \"An old fellow named Whonk\n told you about me, just before you tried to saw his head off, remember?", "\"There are certain films,\" the lead Fustian muttered. His voice was\n unusually deep for a Youth. He was wrapped in a heavy cloak and moved\n awkwardly. His adolescence was nearly at an end, Retief guessed.", "Retief pushed through the crowd, stepped up to face the Fustian youth.\n Slock stared at him, drew back.", "\"I doubt if they'd go that far.\"\n\n\n \"Would they not?\" The Fustian stretched his neck. \"Cast your light\n here. But for the toughness of my hide....\"", "\"I'm not convinced these hoodlums need my help in organizing their\n rumbles,\" Retief said. \"Now, if you have a proposal for a pest control\n group—\"", "\"Hang onto him,\" said Retief. \"He looks like the biting kind.\"\n\n\n \"No fear. Clumsy I am, yet not without strength.\"", "\"The Ministry's overdue for a purge,\" snapped Retief. He turned back\n to Slock. \"I wonder if you were in on the little diversion that was" ], [ "\"Better let up before you make a mess of him,\" said Retief. Whonk\n lifted the Youth clear of the floor, then flung him down with a thump", "Back on the ramp Retief heard a sound ... and turned in time to duck\n the charge of a hulking Fustian youth who thundered past him and\n fetched up against the broad chest of Whonk, who locked him in a warm\n embrace.", "Retief used the bar on another head. His third blow laid the Fustian\n on the pavement, oozing purple. The other two club members departed\n hastily, seriously dented but still mobile.", "With a bellow Slock reached for Retief—and choked off in mid-cry as\n the Fustian elder, Whonk, pinioned him from behind, lifting him clear\n of the floor.", "Youth had completed his vain lunge toward the spot Retief had occupied.\n The Terrestrial waved cheerfully at the pair, hopped aboard another\n vehicle, watched his would-be assailants lumber down from their car,", "\"You know me, Slock,\" said Retief loudly. \"An old fellow named Whonk\n told you about me, just before you tried to saw his head off, remember?", "\"It looks like somebody did the trick. But let's take this boy with us\n and get out of here. His folks may come home.\"\n\n\n \"Too late,\" said Whonk. Retief turned.", "The youth turned and disappeared. Retief grinned at the oldster. \"Went\n for his big brother, I guess,\" he said. \"I have a feeling I won't get\n to study these in peace here. Mind if I copy them?\"", "\"My mistake,\" Retief said. \"I didn't know this was a secret project.\"\nThe youth hesitated. \"It is not a secret project,\" he muttered. \"Why\n should it be secret?\"\n\n\n \"You tell me.\"", "The youth scrambled to hands and knees, scuttled for freedom. Retief\n planted a foot on his dragging cloak; it ripped free. He stared at the\n bare back of the Fustian—", "\"Shelter behind me, Retief,\" said Whonk.", "Magnan found his tongue. \"Are you mad, Retief?\" he screeched. \"This\n group was vouched for by the Ministry of Youth!\"", "\"I came to take a look at your new liner,\" said Retief.\n\n\n \"We need no prying foreigners here,\" the youth snapped. His eye fell on\n the drawings. He hissed in sudden anger.", "Whonk let out a whistling roar and charged for the immature Fustians.\n They fanned out ... and one tripped, sprawled on his face. Retief", "\"What does the naked-back here?\" barked a deep voice behind Retief. He\n turned. A heavy-faced Fustian youth, wrapped in a mantle, stood at the", "Retief pushed through the crowd, stepped up to face the Fustian youth.\n Slock stared at him, drew back.", "Retief pocketed the camera, glanced out the window. A pale-featured\n Groaci with an ornately decorated crest stood with the youths, who eyed\n the hut, then started toward it.", "There were deep drag-marks in the dust behind the building. Retief\n followed them across the yard. They disappeared under the steel door of\n a warehouse.", "Two Youths clambered up on the platform, moving purposefully toward\n Retief. He moved off the rail, watching them, weight balanced.", "\"I was just leaving,\" Retief said. \"Which way out?\"\n\n\n \"The rear door,\" the Fustian gestured with a stubby member. \"Rest well,\n stranger on these shores.\" He moved to the entrance." ], [ "Magnan found his tongue. \"Are you mad, Retief?\" he screeched. \"This\n group was vouched for by the Ministry of Youth!\"", "Magnan snorted. \"Your pre-occupation with the trivial disturbs me,\n Retief. More interest in substantive matters—such as working with\n Youth groups—would create a far better impression.\"", "\"Well,\" murmured Magnan, glancing down at Retief, \"I'm gratified to\n see you entering into the spirit of the event at last.\" He turned his", "Retief tugged at Magnan's sleeve. \"Don't introduce me yet,\" he said. \"I\n want to appear suddenly. More dramatic, you know.\"", "Retief slid into his place beside Magnan. \"Sorry to be late, Mr.\n Ambassador.\"", "\"Great heavens, Retief,\" Magnan sputtered. \"I'm amazed that even you\n would bring up a matter of such delicacy. A race's unfortunate physical\n characteristics are hardly a fit matter for Terrestrial curiosity.\"", "Magnan cleared his throat. \"Now that our Mr. Retief has arrived,\n perhaps we could rush right along to the Sponsorship ceremonies.\"", "Magnan leaned back, lacing his fingers over his stomach. \"I don't think\n you'll find a diplomat of my experience doing anything so naive,\" he\n said.", "\"The\nMoss Rock\n?\" said Magnan. \"But that was—Retief! This is idiotic.\n Slock himself was scheduled to go on a cruise tomorrow!\"", "\"That's the military attache of the Groaci Embassy,\" Retief said. \"I\n wonder what he and the boys are cooking up together?\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nAcross the table from Retief, Ambassador Magnan rustled a stiff sheet\n of parchment and looked grave.", "\"This group,\" said Retief, leaning across Magnan, \"the SCARS. How much\n do you know about them, Mr. Minister?\"", "\"The Groaci were playing a double game, as usual,\" Retief said. \"They\n intended to dispose of this fellow Slock, once he'd served their\n purpose.\"", "\"The Ministry's overdue for a purge,\" snapped Retief. He turned back\n to Slock. \"I wonder if you were in on the little diversion that was", "\"Why don't you just admit you can't hear it,\" Retief whispered loudly.\n \"And if I may interrupt a moment—\"", "\"Nonsense. The group requires a sponsor. I can't actually order you to\n step forward. However....\" Magnan let the sentence hang in the air.\n Retief raised one eyebrow.", "Retief snorted and glanced at his watch. Less than three hours. Just\n time to creep home by flat-car, dress in ceremonial uniform and creep\n back.", "mission has leaped at the opportunity to score a few p—that is, cement\n relations with this emergent power group—the leaders of the future.\n You, Retief, as Councillor, are the outstanding exception.\"", "giant armored bodies of the Fustians. Across the room Magnan fluttered\n a hand. Retief headed toward him. A low-pitched vibration filled the", "\"The Groaci again,\" said Retief. \"I wonder what their angle is.\"" ], [ "\"There are certain films,\" the lead Fustian muttered. His voice was\n unusually deep for a Youth. He was wrapped in a heavy cloak and moved\n awkwardly. His adolescence was nearly at an end, Retief guessed.", "\"The Fustians are a long-lived people,\" Magnan snapped. \"These matters\n are relative. At seventy-five, a male Fustian is at a trying age—\"", "The youth scrambled to hands and knees, scuttled for freedom. Retief\n planted a foot on his dragging cloak; it ripped free. He stared at the\n bare back of the Fustian—", "\"Nothing at all,\" the huge Fustian elder rumbled. \"For my taste, all\n Youths should be kept penned with the livestock until they grow a\n carapace to tame their irresponsibility.\"", "shell-less youths trotted briskly on scaly stub legs. The driver of the\n flat-car, a labor-caste Fustian with his guild colors emblazoned on his", "\"I like the adult Fustians,\" said Retief. \"Too bad they have to lug\n half a ton of horn around on their backs. I wonder if surgery would\n help.\"", "It was a cool morning. A light breeze carried the fishy odor of Fusty\n dwellings across the broad cobbled avenue. A few mature Fustians", "The Fustian looked at him, beady-eyed. \"It is the\nLament of\n Hatching\n,\" he said; \"our National Dirge.\"", "\"What does the naked-back here?\" barked a deep voice behind Retief. He\n turned. A heavy-faced Fustian youth, wrapped in a mantle, stood at the", "\"To the Fustians this is no jesting matter,\" Magnan cut in. \"This\n group—\" he glanced at the paper—\"known as the Sexual, Cultural, and", "\"Precisely the problem,\" Magnan said. \"But the Youth Movement is\n the important news in today's political situation here on Fust. And", "that made the ground quiver. The younger Fustian glared up at the\n elder, mouth snapping.", "into a nest made by stacking the bundles around a clear spot. The aged\n Fustian lay in it, on his back, a heavy sack tied over his head.", "\"How am I going to get you out of here? Maybe I'd better get some help.\"\n\n\n \"Nay. The perfidious Youths abound here,\" said the old Fustian. \"It\n would be your life.\"", "\"Thus I come to the shipyard with frightful speed,\" he said in Fustian.\n \"Well I know the way of the naked-backs, who move always in haste.\"", "\"Willingly, light-footed one,\" said the old Fustian. \"And mine is the\n shame for the discourtesy of youth.\"", "\"Well, of course your experience of the Fustian mentality is greater\n than mine. I've only been here a month. But it's been my experience,", "giant armored bodies of the Fustians. Across the room Magnan fluttered\n a hand. Retief headed toward him. A low-pitched vibration filled the", "\"Naught that augurs well for the dignity of Fust,\" the oldster rumbled.\n \"Flee, agile one, while I engage their attentions.\"", "Retief used the bar on another head. His third blow laid the Fustian\n on the pavement, oozing purple. The other two club members departed\n hastily, seriously dented but still mobile." ], [ "The Groaci were to supply the necessary hardware and Slock, as foreman\n at the shipyards, was to see that everything was properly installed.\n The next step, I assume, would have been a local take-over, followed", "\"The Groaci were playing a double game, as usual,\" Retief said. \"They\n intended to dispose of this fellow Slock, once he'd served their\n purpose.\"", "\"The Groaci again,\" said Retief. \"I wonder what their angle is.\"", "by a little interplanetary war on Flamenco or one of the other nearby\n worlds ... for which the Groaci would be glad to supply plenty of ammo.\"", "\"Then there are the Groaci. Why their passionate interest in a\n two-horse world like Fust? Normally they're concerned with nothing but\n business. But what has Fust got that they could use?\"", "over them. The Groaci would thus have neatly laid the whole affair\n squarely at the door of the Terrestrial Embassy ... whose sponsorship\n of the SCARS had received plenty of publicity.\"", "\"The plot is foiled,\" said Whonk. \"But what reason did they have?\"\n\n\n \"The Groaci are behind it. I have an idea the SCARS didn't know about\n this gambit.\"", "\"Glad you reporters happened along,\" said Retief to the gaping newsmen.\n \"Slock here had a deal with a sharp operator from the Groaci Embassy.", "another errand to run. I don't know who the Groaci intended to blast,\n but I have a sneaking suspicion somebody of importance was scheduled", "Groaci. They lay here a day and a night. At full dark of the first\n period they came with stevedores and loaded them aboard the barge\nMoss\n Rock", "\"That's the military attache of the Groaci Embassy,\" Retief said. \"I\n wonder what he and the boys are cooking up together?\"", "Retief pocketed the camera, glanced out the window. A pale-featured\n Groaci with an ornately decorated crest stood with the youths, who eyed\n the hut, then started toward it.", "\"If we don't act promptly,\" Magnan said, \"the Groaci Embassy may well\n anticipate us. They're very active here.\"", "\"You may rule out the commercial aspect in this instance,\" said Magnan.\n \"Fust possesses a vigorous steel-age manufacturing economy. The Groaci\n are barely ahead of them.\"", "\"They have found leaders. The spiv, Slock, is one. And I fear they plot\n mischief.\" He pointed to the window. \"They come, and a Soft One with\n them.\"", "\"And I must confess, I told them of you, ere I knew their full\n intentions. Much can I tell you of their doings. But first, I pray, the\n block and tackle.\"", "\"Well,\" murmured Magnan, glancing down at Retief, \"I'm gratified to\n see you entering into the spirit of the event at last.\" He turned his", "Magnan paused as a huge Fustian elder heaved his bulk up the two low\n steps to the rostrum, approached the guest of honor. He watched as the\n newcomer paused behind Slock, who did not see the new arrival.", "Retief snorted and glanced at his watch. Less than three hours. Just\n time to creep home by flat-car, dress in ceremonial uniform and creep\n back.", "\"Oh,\" said Magnan. \"How interesting. Such a pleasing balance of\n instruments—\"\n\n\n \"It is a droon solo,\" said the Fustian, eyeing the Terrestrial\n Ambassador suspiciously." ], [ "Slock roared suddenly, twisting violently. Whonk teetered, his grip\n loosened ... and Slock pulled free and was off the platform, butting", "With a bellow Slock reached for Retief—and choked off in mid-cry as\n the Fustian elder, Whonk, pinioned him from behind, lifting him clear\n of the floor.", "\"You know me, Slock,\" said Retief loudly. \"An old fellow named Whonk\n told you about me, just before you tried to saw his head off, remember?", "Whonk leaned his bulk against the ponderous stacks of baled kelp,\n bulldozed them aside. \"Slow am I to anger,\" he said, \"but implacable in\n my wrath. Slock, beware!\"", "\"Better let up before you make a mess of him,\" said Retief. Whonk\n lifted the Youth clear of the floor, then flung him down with a thump", "\"They have found leaders. The spiv, Slock, is one. And I fear they plot\n mischief.\" He pointed to the window. \"They come, and a Soft One with\n them.\"", "Ten minutes later the crowd had thinned slightly. \"We can get through\n now,\" Whonk called. \"This way.\" He lowered himself to the floor, bulled", "Back on the ramp Retief heard a sound ... and turned in time to duck\n the charge of a hulking Fustian youth who thundered past him and\n fetched up against the broad chest of Whonk, who locked him in a warm\n embrace.", "\"The Groaci were playing a double game, as usual,\" Retief said. \"They\n intended to dispose of this fellow Slock, once he'd served their\n purpose.\"", "\"It looks like somebody did the trick. But let's take this boy with us\n and get out of here. His folks may come home.\"\n\n\n \"Too late,\" said Whonk. Retief turned.", "Whonk let out a whistling roar and charged for the immature Fustians.\n They fanned out ... and one tripped, sprawled on his face. Retief", "\"Well, don't stand there,\" yelped Magnan over the uproar. \"If Slock is\n the ring-leader of a delinquent gang...!\" He moved to give chase.", "\"Which of these is the leader?\" asked Whonk. He prodded a fallen Youth\n with a horny toe. \"Arise, dreaming one.\"", "\"Slock,\" said Retief. \"Eight feet of armor-plated orneriness. And—\"", "\"The lout hid there by the storage bin,\" rumbled Whonk. The captive\n youth thumped fists and toes fruitlessly against the oldster's carapace.", "\"Never mind him, Whonk. We'll tie these two up and leave them here. I\n know where to find the boss.\"", "Retief pushed through the crowd, stepped up to face the Fustian youth.\n Slock stared at him, drew back.", "\"This one was among those who trussed me and hid me away for the\n killing,\" said Whonk. \"In his repentance he will tell all to his elder.\"", "\"By the Great Egg!\" Whonk exclaimed, tripping the refugee as he tried\n to rise. \"This is no Youth! His carapace has been taken from him!\"", "Whonk considered. \"There were drums,\" he said. \"Four of them, quite\n small, painted an evil green, the property of the Soft Ones, the" ], [ "\"They have found leaders. The spiv, Slock, is one. And I fear they plot\n mischief.\" He pointed to the window. \"They come, and a Soft One with\n them.\"", "Whonk considered. \"There were drums,\" he said. \"Four of them, quite\n small, painted an evil green, the property of the Soft Ones, the", "\"Weapons? I thought it was illegal!\"\n\n\n \"Their evil genius, the Soft One,\" said the Fustian. \"He would provide\n fuel to the Devil himself.\"", "\"Which of these is the leader?\" asked Whonk. He prodded a fallen Youth\n with a horny toe. \"Arise, dreaming one.\"", "They entered the ship. Soft lights glowed in utter silence. A rough box\n stood on the floor, rollers and pry-bars beside it—a discordant note\n in the muted luxury of the setting. Whonk rummaged in it.", "Slowly he got to his feet.\n\n\n \"My name is Whonk, fleet one,\" he said. \"My cows are yours.\"", "\"There are certain films,\" the lead Fustian muttered. His voice was\n unusually deep for a Youth. He was wrapped in a heavy cloak and moved\n awkwardly. His adolescence was nearly at an end, Retief guessed.", "\"This one was among those who trussed me and hid me away for the\n killing,\" said Whonk. \"In his repentance he will tell all to his elder.\"", "\"Better let up before you make a mess of him,\" said Retief. Whonk\n lifted the Youth clear of the floor, then flung him down with a thump", "boreholes and blasted.\"\n\"Why, that's our guest of honor,\" said Magnan, \"a fine young fellow!\n Slop I believe his name is.\"", "Retief used the bar on another head. His third blow laid the Fustian\n on the pavement, oozing purple. The other two club members departed\n hastily, seriously dented but still mobile.", "The Fustian looked at him, beady-eyed. \"It is the\nLament of\n Hatching\n,\" he said; \"our National Dirge.\"", "\"Willingly, light-footed one,\" said the old Fustian. \"And mine is the\n shame for the discourtesy of youth.\"", "Ten minutes later the crowd had thinned slightly. \"We can get through\n now,\" Whonk called. \"This way.\" He lowered himself to the floor, bulled", "The oldster threshed his gnarled legs. He rocked slightly and fell\n back. \"A curse on the cradle that rocked their infant slumbers,\" he", "The youth scrambled to hands and knees, scuttled for freedom. Retief\n planted a foot on his dragging cloak; it ripped free. He stared at the\n bare back of the Fustian—", "Magnan paused as a huge Fustian elder heaved his bulk up the two low\n steps to the rostrum, approached the guest of honor. He watched as the\n newcomer paused behind Slock, who did not see the new arrival.", "\"What does the naked-back here?\" barked a deep voice behind Retief. He\n turned. A heavy-faced Fustian youth, wrapped in a mantle, stood at the", "The immense Fustian rose slowly, teetered ... then flopped on his chest.", "\"Traitor, they called me. For long they sawed at me—in vain. Then\n they trussed me and dumped me here. They think to return with weapons\n to complete the task.\"" ], [ "\"Better let up before you make a mess of him,\" said Retief. Whonk\n lifted the Youth clear of the floor, then flung him down with a thump", "Back on the ramp Retief heard a sound ... and turned in time to duck\n the charge of a hulking Fustian youth who thundered past him and\n fetched up against the broad chest of Whonk, who locked him in a warm\n embrace.", "Whonk let out a whistling roar and charged for the immature Fustians.\n They fanned out ... and one tripped, sprawled on his face. Retief", "The youth scrambled to hands and knees, scuttled for freedom. Retief\n planted a foot on his dragging cloak; it ripped free. He stared at the\n bare back of the Fustian—", "Youth had completed his vain lunge toward the spot Retief had occupied.\n The Terrestrial waved cheerfully at the pair, hopped aboard another\n vehicle, watched his would-be assailants lumber down from their car,", "With a bellow Slock reached for Retief—and choked off in mid-cry as\n the Fustian elder, Whonk, pinioned him from behind, lifting him clear\n of the floor.", "Two Youths clambered up on the platform, moving purposefully toward\n Retief. He moved off the rail, watching them, weight balanced.", "Magnan found his tongue. \"Are you mad, Retief?\" he screeched. \"This\n group was vouched for by the Ministry of Youth!\"", "The youth turned and disappeared. Retief grinned at the oldster. \"Went\n for his big brother, I guess,\" he said. \"I have a feeling I won't get\n to study these in peace here. Mind if I copy them?\"", "Retief pocketed the camera, glanced out the window. A pale-featured\n Groaci with an ornately decorated crest stood with the youths, who eyed\n the hut, then started toward it.", "\"It looks like somebody did the trick. But let's take this boy with us\n and get out of here. His folks may come home.\"\n\n\n \"Too late,\" said Whonk. Retief turned.", "\"My mistake,\" Retief said. \"I didn't know this was a secret project.\"\nThe youth hesitated. \"It is not a secret project,\" he muttered. \"Why\n should it be secret?\"\n\n\n \"You tell me.\"", "\"That's the same young squirt that tried to strike up an acquaintance\n with me on the bus,\" Retief said. \"He gets around.\"", "\"I came to take a look at your new liner,\" said Retief.\n\n\n \"We need no prying foreigners here,\" the youth snapped. His eye fell on\n the drawings. He hissed in sudden anger.", "The two stepped close, slit mouths snapping in anger. Retief put out a\n foot, hooked it behind the scaly leg of the overaged juvenile and threw", "Retief used the bar on another head. His third blow laid the Fustian\n on the pavement, oozing purple. The other two club members departed\n hastily, seriously dented but still mobile.", "Retief pushed through the crowd, stepped up to face the Fustian youth.\n Slock stared at him, drew back.", "\"Some youths,\" Retief said. \"Average age, seventy-five.\"", "\"You know me, Slock,\" said Retief loudly. \"An old fellow named Whonk\n told you about me, just before you tried to saw his head off, remember?", "\"Shelter behind me, Retief,\" said Whonk." ] ]

[ "What was the girl's top garment made of?", "Why did Noork grin when he found the ripe fruit in the tree that he climbed to escape his pursuers?", "What relationship between Gurn and Sarna is Noork trying to convey by referring to her as “Gurn’s father’s woman woman”?", "How did Noork get to Sekk?", "Which of the men conversing about the girl, while Noork listens, is content to be a slave?", "By when does Noork need to rescue Sarna to prevent her death?", "What is the significance of the carvings on the altar in the temple?", "How did the second of the two men blocking Noork’s entrance to the pit die?", "What was wrong with the prone guard making weird noises who was in the room Noork first entered after reaching the lower level of the Skull? " ]

[ [ "Woven cotton grown in the lush, well-watered valleys of Sekk.", "The girl's people customarily knitted briefs and halters from the local sheep-like creatures.", "A piece of skin from an animal.", "A piece of skin stripped from an enemy tribesman before he died." ], [ "Noork wanted to give some of the fruit to Sarna the next time they met.", "The soft pulp would adhere to invisibility cloaks and give him an advantage.", "He was very hungry, and the fruit was a good source of energy.", "Noork knew that the Misty Ones were fond of the fruit, and giving them some would be a good way to avoid a fight." ], [ "He is trying to say that she is Gurn's sister.", "He means that she is Gurn's father's mistress, but Gurn is in love with her.", "He is trying to say that she is the second wife of Gurn's father.", "He means that she is Gurn's father's sister's daughter, i.e. they are cousins." ], [ "He was on a scientific mission to Sekk, and a large, predatory bird that lives in the jungle valleys snatched him to take him back as food for its young, but it dropped him.", "He was on a short-run tourist ship for a day trip from Luna to Sekk, but the ship crashed and stranded him there.", "He was dropped off to start a new life by the giant bird called the Phoenix by most indigenous cultures, after he died in a fire.", "He came in the second of two rockets made by a war criminal that Noork had been pursuing on Earth, but the ship crashed and stranded him there." ], [ "The slave who we later learn is named Rold.", "The elderly slave.", "The Vasad weeding the field.", "Tholon Sarna." ], [ "Noork has plenty of time to make a good plan, because the offering will be selected at high noon of the first day after the full moon, and the moon is only a crescent right now.", "Before noon of that same day, when a girl will be selected as an offering.", "Noork has no more than an hour to rescue her because conditions in the pit are so horrible.", "Before the sun rises on the day after the perfect girl is selected as an offering - assuming that Sarna is that perfect girl." ], [ "The two statues represent the gods worshipped by the locals.", "As in Rome, where the she-wolf that raised the mythological twins Romulus and Remus was revered, here, a lion and a wolf were revered.", "The lion represents Luna, and the wolf represents the changing phases of Luna.", "The lion and wolf together represent the religious concept of peace through power." ], [ "He didn't die, but Noork knocked him out and he was out of the fight.", "He bled to death after Noork swung his sword and made a deep cut at the base of his neck.", "His neck was broken by the tumble down the staircase, entangled with Noork.", "His cervical spine was broken by Noork." ], [ "We can infer that he was snoring.", "We can infer that he was a member of a different race, and he spoke a language of burbles and snorts.", "We can infer that he was bleeding out from having his throat cut.", "We can infer that he was raping one of the slave girls in a noisy fashion." ] ]

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[ [ "\"My own robe is slit in a dozen places,\" he explained to the girl's\n curious violet eyes—-all that was visible through the narrow vision", "The girl heard. She looked upward fearfully, her rounded bare arm going\n back to the bow slung across her shoulder. Swiftly she fitted an arrow", "Sight of the girl's flowing brown hair and the graceful feminine\n contours of her smooth-limbed body beneath its skin-halter and the", "slot of her hood. He finished adjusting the outer robe and took the\n girl's hand.", "turned quickly to find the girl had vanished, and with an instinctive\n reflex of motion he flung himself to one side into the dense wall of", "Doubtfully the girl put away her bow. Her fingers, however, were never\n far from the hilt of her hunting dagger.", "Tholon Sarna stumbled through the door and he caught her in his arms.\n Hurriedly he loosed one of the two robes fastened about his waist and\n slipped it around her slim shivering shoulders.", "rotting grass that was their bed. Most of them were clad in the simple\n skirt and brief jacket, reaching but to the lower ribs, that is the", "The girl did not answer. His keen ears, now that he was no longer\n speaking, caught the scuffing of feet into the jungle behind him. He", "The jungle was thinning out. Noork's teeth flashed as he lifted the\n drying fabric of the mantle and donned it.", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "Noork swung outward from his perch, and then downward along the ladder\n of limbs to her side. The girl exclaimed at his brown skin.", "trail forty feet below. For down there moved alertly a golden skinned\n girl, her only weapons a puny polished bow of yellow wood and a\n sheathed dagger.", "\"No,\" came the girl's low voice, \"I do not think so. I did not know\n that this priest was here until he appeared behind you.\" A slow smile", "The girl was still talking much later, as they walked together along\n the game-trail. \"When my captors were but one day's march from their", "A moment later Noork was ripping the stained cloak and hood from the\n fallen creature, curious to learn what ghastly brute-thing hid beneath\n them. His lip curled at what he saw.", "Uzdon's image and her heart torn from her living breast.\" The slave's\n mismatched eyes, one blue and the other brown, lifted from his work.", "The girl impulsively took a step nearer. \"Gurn!\" she cried. \"Is he tall\n and strong? Has he a bracelet of golden discs linked together with\n human hair? Does he talk with his own shadow when he thinks?\"", "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "Noork shed his own blood-stained robe quickly and donned one of the\n others. The cloaks were rather bulky and so he could carry but two\n others, rolled up, beneath his own protective covering." ], [ "climbed further out on the great branch to where sticky and overripe\n fruit hung heavy. With a grin he locked his legs upon the forking of\n the great limb and filled his arms with fruit.", "Noork waited until the old man was gone before he descended from the\n tree. He walked along the row until he reached the slave's bent back,", "One armed as he was temporarily, and with an unseen foe to reckon with,\n Noork awkwardly swung up into the comparative safety of the trees. Once", "and stepped back against the friendly bole of a shaggy barked jungle\n giant. Noork grinned.", "Noork smiled. \"I am glad he is your brother,\" he said simply.\nThe girl's eyes fell before his admiring gaze and warm blood flooded\n into her rounded neck and lovely cheeks.", "In one of those green valleys the white savage that the Vasads called\n Noork squatted in the ample crotch of a jungle giant and watched the", "The jungle was thinning out. Noork's teeth flashed as he lifted the\n drying fabric of the mantle and donned it.", "He looked about the narrow stone-walled room with puzzled eyes. Two\n warriors lay on a pallet of straw, one of them emitting hideous\n gurgling sounds that filled the little room with unpleasing echoes.\n Noork grinned.", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "Noork swung outward from his perch, and then downward along the ladder\n of limbs to her side. The girl exclaimed at his brown skin.", "there, perched in the crotch of a mighty jungle monarch, he peered down\n at the apparently empty stretch of sunken trail beneath.\nNoork", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "\"I am Noork,\" the man told her. \"For many days have I dwelt among the\n wild Vasads of the jungle with their golden-skinned chief, Gurn, for\n my friend.\"", "Noork drifted slowly up the huge series of long bench-like steps\n that led up to the gaping jaws of the Skull. He saw red and", "Noork\nAt first he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Apparently there was no\n stir of life along that leaf-shadowed way. And then he caught a glimpse", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "A moment later Noork was ripping the stained cloak and hood from the\n fallen creature, curious to learn what ghastly brute-thing hid beneath\n them. His lip curled at what he saw.", "words that caused the apish Vasads to name him Noork. Now he repeated\n them aloud.", "\"That is Gurn,\" admitted Noork shortly. \"He is also an exile from the\n walled city of Grath. The city rulers call him a traitor. He has told\n me the reason. Perhaps you know it as well?\"" ], [ "\"Go to save Gurn's ...\" and here Noork was stumped for words. \"To save\n his father's woman woman,\" he managed at last. \"Father's woman woman\n called Sarna.\"", "One of the women now came to her feet and as she neared the\n metal-barred entrance Noork saw that she was indeed Sarna. He examined", "\"That is Gurn,\" admitted Noork shortly. \"He is also an exile from the\n walled city of Grath. The city rulers call him a traitor. He has told\n me the reason. Perhaps you know it as well?\"", "Noork was fully awake now. They were speaking of Sarna. Her father's\n name was Tholon Dist. It was early morning in the fields of the Misty", "\"I am Noork,\" the man told her. \"For many days have I dwelt among the\n wild Vasads of the jungle with their golden-skinned chief, Gurn, for\n my friend.\"", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "Noork smiled. \"I am glad he is your brother,\" he said simply.\nThe girl's eyes fell before his admiring gaze and warm blood flooded\n into her rounded neck and lovely cheeks.", "\"Tako, woman,\" he greeted her.\n\n\n \"Tako,\" she replied fearfully. \"Who speaks to Tholon Sarna? Be you\n hunter or escaped slave?\"", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "He looked about the narrow stone-walled room with puzzled eyes. Two\n warriors lay on a pallet of straw, one of them emitting hideous\n gurgling sounds that filled the little room with unpleasing echoes.\n Noork grinned.", "words that caused the apish Vasads to name him Noork. Now he repeated\n them aloud.", "\"It's Noork,\" he grunted. \"Why do I not see you?\"", "Two words linked Noork with the past, the two words that the Vasads\n had slurred into his name: New York. And the battered wrist watch, its", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "hands sought the throat of the guard. The unseen man's cry of warning\n gurgled and died in his throat as Noork clamped his fingers shut upon", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "A moment later Noork was ripping the stained cloak and hood from the\n fallen creature, curious to learn what ghastly brute-thing hid beneath\n them. His lip curled at what he saw.", "Between the shield and the transparent bit of curving material the\n sword drove, and buried itself deep in the priest's thick neck. Noork", "\"But it is always the youngest and most beautiful,\" complained the\n younger slave, \"that the priests chose. I wish to mate with a beautiful\n woman. Tholon Sarna is such a one.\"" ], [ "But Noork was wrong. The giant bird that he had ridden into the depths\n of Sekk's fertile valleys had come from a far different world. And the", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "Noork was fully awake now. They were speaking of Sarna. Her father's\n name was Tholon Dist. It was early morning in the fields of the Misty", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "Noork drifted slowly up the huge series of long bench-like steps\n that led up to the gaping jaws of the Skull. He saw red and", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "\"I am Noork,\" the man told her. \"For many days have I dwelt among the\n wild Vasads of the jungle with their golden-skinned chief, Gurn, for\n my friend.\"", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "\"That is Gurn,\" admitted Noork shortly. \"He is also an exile from the\n walled city of Grath. The city rulers call him a traitor. He has told\n me the reason. Perhaps you know it as well?\"", "One of the women now came to her feet and as she neared the\n metal-barred entrance Noork saw that she was indeed Sarna. He examined", "The other bird had come from space several days before that of Noork,\n the Vasads had told him, and it had landed somewhere within the land", "\"Go to save Gurn's ...\" and here Noork was stumped for words. \"To save\n his father's woman woman,\" he managed at last. \"Father's woman woman\n called Sarna.\"", "\"It's Noork,\" he grunted. \"Why do I not see you?\"", "Noork waited until the old man was gone before he descended from the\n tree. He walked along the row until he reached the slave's bent back,", "Noork moved backward a pace. He grumbled something inaudible and drew\n his sword. Before him the two swords slowly drew aside.", "Noork shrugged his shoulders and set off at a mile-devouring pace down\n the game trail toward the lake where the Temple of the Skull and its", "One armed as he was temporarily, and with an unseen foe to reckon with,\n Noork awkwardly swung up into the comparative safety of the trees. Once", "Noork\nAt first he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Apparently there was no\n stir of life along that leaf-shadowed way. And then he caught a glimpse" ], [ "Noork waited until the old man was gone before he descended from the\n tree. He walked along the row until he reached the slave's bent back,", "Noork smiled. \"I am glad he is your brother,\" he said simply.\nThe girl's eyes fell before his admiring gaze and warm blood flooded\n into her rounded neck and lovely cheeks.", "\"I am Noork,\" the man told her. \"For many days have I dwelt among the\n wild Vasads of the jungle with their golden-skinned chief, Gurn, for\n my friend.\"", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "The old man chuckled dryly. \"If your wife be plain,\" he said, \"neither\n master nor fellow slave will steal her love. A slave should choose a\n good woman—and ugly, my son.\"", "He looked about the narrow stone-walled room with puzzled eyes. Two\n warriors lay on a pallet of straw, one of them emitting hideous\n gurgling sounds that filled the little room with unpleasing echoes.\n Noork grinned.", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "Noork laughed. \"You never saw me,\" he told the slave.\nThe skull was a gigantic dome of shaped white stone. Where the", "\"It is enough,\" said Noork. \"I will go to rescue her now. Be prepared\n to join us as we return. I will have a robe for you if all goes well.\"", "\"That is Gurn,\" admitted Noork shortly. \"He is also an exile from the\n walled city of Grath. The city rulers call him a traitor. He has told\n me the reason. Perhaps you know it as well?\"", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "\"So,\" said Noork, \"the men of the island prey upon their own kind. And\n the Temple of Uzdon in the lake is guarded by cowardly warriors like\n this.\"", "\"That matters not to the priests of Uzdon,\" the slighter of the\n two slaves, his hair almost white, said. \"If she be chosen for the", "Ones and he could see the two golden-skinned slaves who talked together\n beneath his tree.", "\"None are to pass save the priests,\" spoke a voice from nowhere\n gruffly. \"The High Priest knows that we of the temple guards covet the\n most beautiful of the slave women, but we are not to see them until the\n sacrifice is chosen.\"", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "words that caused the apish Vasads to name him Noork. Now he repeated\n them aloud.", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "\"If you will help me, Rold,\" said Noork, \"to rescue the girl and escape\n from the island I will take you along.\"", "Noork swung outward from his perch, and then downward along the ladder\n of limbs to her side. The girl exclaimed at his brown skin." ], [ "\"Go to save Gurn's ...\" and here Noork was stumped for words. \"To save\n his father's woman woman,\" he managed at last. \"Father's woman woman\n called Sarna.\"", "One of the women now came to her feet and as she neared the\n metal-barred entrance Noork saw that she was indeed Sarna. He examined", "Noork was fully awake now. They were speaking of Sarna. Her father's\n name was Tholon Dist. It was early morning in the fields of the Misty", "\"I am not a Misty One,\" Noork said. \"I killed the owner of this strange\n garment I wear yesterday on the mainland. I have come to rescue the\n girl, Tholon Sarna, of whom you spoke.\"", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "\"It is enough,\" said Noork. \"I will go to rescue her now. Be prepared\n to join us as we return. I will have a robe for you if all goes well.\"", "The sword clattered from the guardian Misty One's clutch and in the\n same instant Noork's steel fingers snapped the neck of the other man", "hands sought the throat of the guard. The unseen man's cry of warning\n gurgled and died in his throat as Noork clamped his fingers shut upon", "\"If you will help me, Rold,\" said Noork, \"to rescue the girl and escape\n from the island I will take you along.\"", "Noork waited until the old man was gone before he descended from the\n tree. He walked along the row until he reached the slave's bent back,", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "Tholon Sarna stumbled through the door and he caught her in his arms.\n Hurriedly he loosed one of the two robes fastened about his waist and\n slipped it around her slim shivering shoulders.", "to a steady deep breathing. Noork knew that now the two guards would\n not give the alarm for several hours. Thoughtfully he looked about the\n room. There were several of the hooded cloaks hanging from pegs wedged", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "\"I am Noork,\" the man told her. \"For many days have I dwelt among the\n wild Vasads of the jungle with their golden-skinned chief, Gurn, for\n my friend.\"", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "Noork drifted slowly up the huge series of long bench-like steps\n that led up to the gaping jaws of the Skull. He saw red and", "He looked about the narrow stone-walled room with puzzled eyes. Two\n warriors lay on a pallet of straw, one of them emitting hideous\n gurgling sounds that filled the little room with unpleasing echoes.\n Noork grinned.", "Between the shield and the transparent bit of curving material the\n sword drove, and buried itself deep in the priest's thick neck. Noork" ], [ "rocky floor was a score of feet below where he stood. Now he saw the\n central raised altar where the gleam of precious stones and cunningly\n worked metal—gold, silver and brass—vied with the faded garish", "colors of the draperies beneath it. And on the same dais there loomed\n two beast-headed stone images, the lion-headed god a male and the\n wolf-headed shape a female.", "Noork joined the descending throng that walked slowly down the central\n ramp toward the altar. As he searched for the entrance to the lower", "\"None are to pass save the priests,\" spoke a voice from nowhere\n gruffly. \"The High Priest knows that we of the temple guards covet the\n most beautiful of the slave women, but we are not to see them until the\n sacrifice is chosen.\"", "pits his eyes took in the stone steps that led upward into the two\n upper levels. Only priests and the vague shapelessness of the Misty\n Ones climbed those steps. The upper levels, then, were forbidden to", "Noork shrugged his shoulders and set off at a mile-devouring pace down\n the game trail toward the lake where the Temple of the Skull and its", "He was in a cultivated field his feet and hands told him. And perhaps\n half a mile away, faintly illumined by torches and red clots of\n bonfires, towered a huge weathered white skull!", "Noork drifted slowly up the huge series of long bench-like steps\n that led up to the gaping jaws of the Skull. He saw red and", "overhead the High Priest will choose one of them for sacrifice to\n mighty Uzdon, most potent of all gods. And with the dawning of the\n next day the chosen one will be bound across the altar before great", "The priest was tiring rapidly, however. The soft living of the temple,\n and the rich wines and over-cooked meats that served to pad his paunch", "The priest laughed. \"We also have robes of invisibility,\" he said, \"and\n the sacred window of Uzdon before our eyes.\" He snarled suddenly at the", "Between the shield and the transparent bit of curving material the\n sword drove, and buried itself deep in the priest's thick neck. Noork", "into the crevices of the chamber's wall, their outlines much plainer\n here in the artificial light of the flickering torch.", "brilliant-robed ones. The stale sweaty odor of the slaves and the beast\n men mingled with the musky stench of the incense from the temple.", "\"That matters not to the priests of Uzdon,\" the slighter of the\n two slaves, his hair almost white, said. \"If she be chosen for the", "on the stairs of stone, he reasoned, for here the noise and confusion\n of the upper temple was muted to a murmur.", "Across the forehead and upper half of the priest's face a curved shield\n of transparent tinted material was fastened. Noork's eyes narrowed as\n he saw the sword and shield of the gigantic holy man.", "Other misty blobs, the invisible guards of the ghastly temple, were\n stationed at regular intervals across the great entrance into the\n Skull's interior, but they paid Noork no heed. To them he was another\n of their number.", "\"So,\" said Noork, \"the men of the island prey upon their own kind. And\n the Temple of Uzdon in the lake is guarded by cowardly warriors like\n this.\"", "\"Tholon Sarna is in the pit beneath the Temple with the other female\n slaves. And the Misty Ones stand guard over the entrance to the temple\n pits.\"" ], [ "The sword clattered from the guardian Misty One's clutch and in the\n same instant Noork's steel fingers snapped the neck of the other man", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "Noork moved backward a pace. He grumbled something inaudible and drew\n his sword. Before him the two swords slowly drew aside.", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "hands sought the throat of the guard. The unseen man's cry of warning\n gurgled and died in his throat as Noork clamped his fingers shut upon", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "Between the shield and the transparent bit of curving material the\n sword drove, and buried itself deep in the priest's thick neck. Noork", "He looked about the narrow stone-walled room with puzzled eyes. Two\n warriors lay on a pallet of straw, one of them emitting hideous\n gurgling sounds that filled the little room with unpleasing echoes.\n Noork grinned.", "A moment later Noork was ripping the stained cloak and hood from the\n fallen creature, curious to learn what ghastly brute-thing hid beneath\n them. His lip curled at what he saw.", "For a moment the battling men brought up with a jolt as the obstruction\n of the first guard's corpse arrested their downward course, and then", "it, and his shortened sword stabbed at Noork's back.", "\"A friend,\" said Noork simply. \"It was I who killed the spotted\nnarl\nlast night when it attacked you.\"", "Noork drifted slowly up the huge series of long bench-like steps\n that led up to the gaping jaws of the Skull. He saw red and", "From the floor beside the fatter of the two men, the guard who did not\n snore, he took a club. Twice he struck and the gurgling sound changed", "sputtering torches beside the entrance. One corner of the cavern was\n walled off, save for a narrow door of interlocking brass strips, and\n toward this Noork made his way.", "Noork waited until the old man was gone before he descended from the\n tree. He walked along the row until he reached the slave's bent back,", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "One armed as he was temporarily, and with an unseen foe to reckon with,\n Noork awkwardly swung up into the comparative safety of the trees. Once", "\"So,\" said Noork, \"the men of the island prey upon their own kind. And\n the Temple of Uzdon in the lake is guarded by cowardly warriors like\n this.\"", "Noork shed his own blood-stained robe quickly and donned one of the\n others. The cloaks were rather bulky and so he could carry but two\n others, rolled up, beneath his own protective covering." ], [ "He looked about the narrow stone-walled room with puzzled eyes. Two\n warriors lay on a pallet of straw, one of them emitting hideous\n gurgling sounds that filled the little room with unpleasing echoes.\n Noork grinned.", "Noork had already heard the sound of approaching feet. He dropped the\n spike and whirled. His sword was in his hand as though by magic, as he\n faced the burly priest of the Skull.", "Noork drifted slowly up the huge series of long bench-like steps\n that led up to the gaping jaws of the Skull. He saw red and", "Other misty blobs, the invisible guards of the ghastly temple, were\n stationed at regular intervals across the great entrance into the\n Skull's interior, but they paid Noork no heed. To them he was another\n of their number.", "\"It is Noork,\" he said softly as she came closer. He saw her eyes go\n wide with fear and sudden hope, and then reached for the spike.\n\n\n \"The priest,\" hissed the girl.", "hands sought the throat of the guard. The unseen man's cry of warning\n gurgled and died in his throat as Noork clamped his fingers shut upon", "crossed Noork's hidden features. \"His robe must be close by,\" he told\n the girl. \"He must have been stationed here because the priests feared\n the guards might spirit away some of the prisoners.\"", "sputtering torches beside the entrance. One corner of the cavern was\n walled off, save for a narrow door of interlocking brass strips, and\n toward this Noork made his way.", "to a steady deep breathing. Noork knew that now the two guards would\n not give the alarm for several hours. Thoughtfully he looked about the\n room. There were several of the hooded cloaks hanging from pegs wedged", "Noork laughed. \"You never saw me,\" he told the slave.\nThe skull was a gigantic dome of shaped white stone. Where the", "A moment later Noork was ripping the stained cloak and hood from the\n fallen creature, curious to learn what ghastly brute-thing hid beneath\n them. His lip curled at what he saw.", "so well with fat, now served to rob him of breath. He opened his\n mouth to bawl for assistance from the guard, although it is doubtful\n whether any sound could have penetrated up into the madhouse of the", "From the floor beside the fatter of the two men, the guard who did not\n snore, he took a club. Twice he struck and the gurgling sound changed", "The sword clattered from the guardian Misty One's clutch and in the\n same instant Noork's steel fingers snapped the neck of the other man", "Noork moved backward a pace. He grumbled something inaudible and drew\n his sword. Before him the two swords slowly drew aside.", "\"So,\" said Noork, \"the men of the island prey upon their own kind. And\n the Temple of Uzdon in the lake is guarded by cowardly warriors like\n this.\"", "Noork joined the descending throng that walked slowly down the central\n ramp toward the altar. As he searched for the entrance to the lower", "In that instant Noork attacked. His keen sword, whetted to razor\n sharpness on abrasive bits of rock, bit through the hidden neck and", "He was in a cultivated field his feet and hands told him. And perhaps\n half a mile away, faintly illumined by torches and red clots of\n bonfires, towered a huge weathered white skull!", "Noork waited until the old man was gone before he descended from the\n tree. He walked along the row until he reached the slave's bent back," ] ]

[ "How tall is the proprietor of the Space Room?", "What is the proprietor’s condition for allowing the band to play?", "What are some of the non-Terran musical instruments mentioned in the story?", "Where is John Smith from?", "What do the musicians make of John Smith’s behavior?", "How did Smith come to be in possession of his musical instrument?", "Why did the proprietor like John Smith's music?", "What does the text imply is Smith’s profession?", "Why does the narrator refer to Smith’s interview with the Marsport Times as a tragedy?", "Why does the narrator talk about suing the city?" ]

[ [ "6'2, a typical height for a Martian.", "5'1, which is extraordinarily tall for a Martian.", "He was tall, \"like most Martians,\" but the text does not say exactly how tall.", "8'3\", a typical height for a Martian." ], [ "Ziggy needs to find a way to play, even with his cut fingers.", "The band must agree to play longer sets than previously.", "He requires a band consisting of four players.", "They must find a bassist to play." ], [ "Clarinet and Zloomph.", "Martian horn-harp and bass fiddle.", "Martian horn-harp, Zloomph and bass fiddle.", "Martian horn-harp and Zloomph." ], [ "New Orleans.", "A parallel universe.", "The main city on the opposite side of Mars.", "Marsport Union." ], [ "Musicians are all a bit odd, so they didn't think anything of it.", "They realize that he has untreated post-traumatic stress disorder, so they try to be kind.", "They think he is looney-tunes, but they don't care because he is a great bass player.", "They are worried that his delusions may be getting the better of his creative fire." ], [ "He bought it at a pawn shop back home.", "He stole it, and he is trying to find a place to hide it.", "He borrowed it at the Marsport union hall.", "The instrument has been in his family for five thousand years, passed from father to son." ], [ "He didn't care one way or the other, but he was glad he didn't have to make the effort to find a new, complete band.", "It was novel, and it added some spice to having to be at the bar all evening.", "Because the customers spent more money while Smith was playing.", "Because it awakened deep emotions in him that he had never felt before." ], [ "It implies that he is a professional musician.", "It implies that he is a PhD student or maybe a professor.", "It implies that he is a professional thief, fencing fine musical instruments to pawn shops.", "It implies that he is a layabout who dabbles in music to keep himself fed." ], [ "Because it wasn't fair that all the attention should be focused on the newcomer, Smith, ignoring the long-term band members.", "Because the circulation of the Marsport Times is so small that the article may not get picked up by the wire services, which would enhance the band's prospects.", "Because he sounded like a nut case to the journalist, so the published article will not enhance the band's reputation.", "Because Smith was not really in the habit of talking that much, which doesn't make for a good interview. That blew the band's chances for good publicity." ], [ "The narrator is broke. His lawyer told him that if he still had John Smith's body that fell down the manhole, he could sue for negligence and get enough money to avoid having go to the uranium mines on Neptune.", "Ostensibly, he blames the city for not having a force field up to prevent people falling into an open manhole. But underneath, he is just angry at losing his chance for fame and fortune by keeping John Smith in his world, in his band.", "As far as he is concerned, the government is supposed to take care of its citizens, and not putting up a force field on the manhole is immoral. ", "The narrator is just joking about suing the city. He's happy that John Smith got back to his own world." ] ]

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[ [ "Then it happened.\nFrom the entrance of\nThe\n Space Room\ncame a thumping", "Tonight is our last night at\nThe\n Space Room\n. Goon-Face is scowling\n again with the icy fury of a", "Ke-teeli, sometimes referred to\n as Goon-Face and The Eye, leered\n coldly down at me from his eight-foot-three.", "cocktail lounge will thrill at the\n sight of hardy space pioneers mingling\n side by side with colorful\n Martian tribesmen. An evening at\nThe Space Room", "night at\nThe Space Room\n. If\n you've seen any recent Martian\n travel folders, you know the place:", "\"Where ees museek?\" he shrilled\n in his nasal tenor. He was almost\n skeleton thin, like most Martians,\n and so tall that if he fell down he'd\n be half way home.", "a refugee from a pawnbroker's\n attic. It was queerly shaped. It was\n too tall, too wide. It was more like", "Suspiciously, Ke-teeli eyed the\n entrance. There was only silence.\n His naked, parchment-like chest\n swelled as if it were an expanding\n balloon.", "and a grating and a banging. Suddenly,\n sweeping across the dance\n floor like a cold wind, was a bass\n fiddle, an enormous black monstrosity,", "His watery gaze wandered lazily\n to the bar mirror, down to the glittering\n array of bottles and then out\n to the dance floor.", "Fat Boy's two hundred and\n eighty-odd pounds were drooped\n over his chair like the blubber of an\n exhausted, beach-stranded whale.", "\"Hello,\" he puffed. \"I'm John\n Smith, from the Marsport union.\"\n He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if", "of the classic\nRhapsody of The\n Stars\n. He was a quiet guy during\n the next couple of hours, and getting\n more than a few words from", "unfortunately, was conducted over\n the bar and accompanied by a generous\n guzzling of beer. Fat Boy,\n Hammer-Head and I watched", "His eyes were like black\n needle points set deep in a mask of\n dry, ancient, reddish leather.", "John was squatting on the living\n room floor, surrounded by a forest\n of empty beer bottles. His eyes were\n bulging, his hair was even wilder\n than usual, and he was swaying.", "Gap-jawed and wide-eyed,\n they seemed in a kind of ecstatic\n hypnosis. Even the silent, bland-faced\n Martians stopped sipping", "Hummm, I thought.\n\n\n My gaze turned to the dance\n floor. Goon-Face had his eyes on\n us, and they were as cold as six Indians\n going South.", "Fat Boy, our clarinetist who doubles\n on Martian horn-harp, made a\n feeble attempt at optimism. \"Don't\n worry, Mr. Ke-teeli. That new bass\n man will be here.\"", "waltz of agony, was a little guy, an\n animated matchstick with a flat,\n broad face that seemed to have\n been compressed in a vice. His sandcolored" ], [ "\"Sure,\" said Hammer-Head, our\n red-haired vibro-drummer. \"I think\n I hear him coming now.\"", "and a grating and a banging. Suddenly,\n sweeping across the dance\n floor like a cold wind, was a bass\n fiddle, an enormous black monstrosity,", "Fat Boy, our clarinetist who doubles\n on Martian horn-harp, made a\n feeble attempt at optimism. \"Don't\n worry, Mr. Ke-teeli. That new bass\n man will be here.\"", "\"Then you need a job. How\n about playing with us steady? We\n like your style a lot.\"", "I sighed. This was the week our\n contract ended. Goon-Face had displayed\n little enough enthusiasm for\n our music as it was. His comments", "We were sitting on the bandstand\n of the candle-lit cocktail lounge.\n Me—Jimmie Stanley—and my", "We'll play for you.\" I glanced at\n the conglomeration of uniformed\n spacemen, white-suited tourists,\n and loin-clothed natives who sat at", "I gulped. \"Our bass man can't\n be here, but we've called the Marsport\n local for another. He'll be here\n any minute.\"", "He was something out of a nightmare but his music was straight\n from heaven. He was a ragged little man out of a hole but he\n was money in the bank to Stanley's four-piece combo. He was", "Ziggy, whose two fingers have\n healed, has already bowed to what\n seems inevitable. He's signed up for", "\"Oh, sure,\" I said. \"He'll stay—just\n as long as you want him.\"\n\n\n \"Den he sign contract, too. No\n beeg feedle, no contract.\"", "Goon-Face was still cautious.\n\n\n \"Contract?\" he wheezed. \"Maybe.\n We see. Eef feedleman stay, we\n have contract. He stay, yes?\"", "\"We'll talk about your plan at\n intermission,\" I said, shivering.\n \"Now, we'd better start playing.\n John, do you know\nOn An Asteroid\n With You\n?\"", "\"Oh, I'll play with you,\" he\n beamed. \"I can talk to\nyou\n.\nYou\nunderstand.\"", "The bass thumped down upon\n the bandstand.", "But after one number he studied\n Fat Boy's clarinet for a moment.\n \"Nice clarinet,\" he mused. \"Has an\n unusual hole in the front.\"", "Tonight is our last night at\nThe\n Space Room\n. Goon-Face is scowling\n again with the icy fury of a", "\"I'd like to hear more about it,\"\n I said. \"But if you're not going to\n play with us—\"", "unfortunately, was conducted over\n the bar and accompanied by a generous\n guzzling of beer. Fat Boy,\n Hammer-Head and I watched", "Suspiciously, Ke-teeli eyed the\n entrance. There was only silence.\n His naked, parchment-like chest\n swelled as if it were an expanding\n balloon." ], [ "We waited for the applause of\n the Earth people and the shrilling\n of the Martians to die down. Then\n I turned to John and his fiddle.", "We'll play for you.\" I glanced at\n the conglomeration of uniformed\n spacemen, white-suited tourists,\n and loin-clothed natives who sat at", "Fat Boy, our clarinetist who doubles\n on Martian horn-harp, made a\n feeble attempt at optimism. \"Don't\n worry, Mr. Ke-teeli. That new bass\n man will be here.\"", "\"Where ees museek?\" he shrilled\n in his nasal tenor. He was almost\n skeleton thin, like most Martians,\n and so tall that if he fell down he'd\n be half way home.", "and a grating and a banging. Suddenly,\n sweeping across the dance\n floor like a cold wind, was a bass\n fiddle, an enormous black monstrosity,", "We finished\nOn An Asteroid With\n You\n, modulated into\nSweet Sally\n from Saturn\nand finished with\nTighten Your Lips on Titan\n.", "\"We'll talk about your plan at\n intermission,\" I said, shivering.\n \"Now, we'd better start playing.\n John, do you know\nOn An Asteroid\n With You\n?\"", "four-piece combo. Maybe you've\n seen our motto back on Earth:\n \"The Hottest Music This Side of\n Mercury.\"", "The fiddle was not unaccompanied\n as I'd first imagined. Behind\n it, streaking over the floor in a", "Gap-jawed and wide-eyed,\n they seemed in a kind of ecstatic\n hypnosis. Even the silent, bland-faced\n Martians stopped sipping", "But there was something else, too.\n There were overtones, so that John\n wasn't just playing a single note,", "fools. They don't believe that instruments\n which make music actually\n existed before the tapes! It\n was dark—and some fool researcher", "But after one number he studied\n Fat Boy's clarinet for a moment.\n \"Nice clarinet,\" he mused. \"Has an\n unusual hole in the front.\"", "Hammer-Head groaned. \"No. I\n guess it'll have to be the black pits\n of Neptune. The home of washed-up\n interplanetary musicians. It's too\n bad. We're so young, too.\"", "The seconds swept by. Ke-teeli\n was casting his razor-edged glare in\n our direction. I brushed the chewed\n finger nails from the keyboard of\n my electronic piano.", "Then it happened.\nFrom the entrance of\nThe\n Space Room\ncame a thumping", "Hammer-Head joined in on\n vibro-drums and Fat Boy on clarinet,\n and then—\n\n\n My eyes burst open. A shiver\n coursed down my spine like gigantic\n mice feet.", "His voice trembled with emotion.\n \"Why, they're everywhere. They're\n in pots and pans, in pipes, in rocket", "it in a pawnshop. Only it's not a\n fiddle but a\nZloomph\n. This is the\n only one in existence.\" He patted", "I gulped. \"Our bass man can't\n be here, but we've called the Marsport\n local for another. He'll be here\n any minute.\"" ], [ "\"Hello,\" he puffed. \"I'm John\n Smith, from the Marsport union.\"\n He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if", "John Smith was gone, so utterly\n and completely and tragically gone\n it was as if he'd never existed....", "\"Old?\" said John Smith. \"Of\n course it's old. It's over five thousand\n years old. I was lucky to find", "We've searched everything, in\n hospitals, morgues, jails, night clubs,\n hotels. We've hounded spaceports\n and 'copter terminals. Nowhere, nowhere\n is John Smith.", "\"Even there,\" he said softly,\n \"even there....\"\n\n\n There was no doubt about it.\n John Smith was peculiar, but he\n was the best bass man this side of a\n musician's Nirvana.", "\"I know\neverything\n,\" said John\n Smith.", "Fat Boy scratched the back of\n his head. \"You—you mean here?\n Where the music comes out?\"\n\n\n John Smith nodded. \"Unusual.\"\n\n\n Hummm, I thought again.", "—whoops!...\nThe Holes and John Smith\nBy Edward W. Ludwig\nIllustration by Kelly Freas\nIt all began on a Saturday", "And I didn't dare look again at\n the second monstrosity, the one\n named John Smith. I closed my\n eyes and plunged into a four-bar\n intro.", "We watched.\n\n\n John murmured something. The\n reporter, a paunchy, balding man,\n scribbled furiously in his notebook.", "\"Then what is it, John?\"\n\n\n \"It's my body. It's—\"\n\n\n \"Yes, what about your body?\n Are you sick?\"", "The reporter frowned, stopped\n writing, and studied John curiously.\n\n\n John finished his first beer,\n started on his second. His eyes were\n wild, and he was talking more and\n more rapidly.", "John became the hero of tourists,\n spacemen, and Martians, but nevertheless\n he remained stubbornly", "\"John,\" I ventured after he'd\n taken an experimental sip, \"where\n have you been hiding? A guy like\n you should be playing every night.\"", "Oh Lord, that plan again!\n\n\n I took a deep breath. \"Tell me\n about it, John. It\nmust\nbe interesting.\"", "\"It'd be a steady job, John.\" Inspiration\n struck me. \"And listen, I\n have an apartment. It's got everything,", "John was squatting on the living\n room floor, surrounded by a forest\n of empty beer bottles. His eyes were\n bulging, his hair was even wilder\n than usual, and he was swaying.", "We staggered out into the morning\n darkness, the three of us. John,\n the\nZloomph\n, and I.", "John yawned. \"Just got here. Figured\n I might need some money so\n I went to the union. Then I worked\n on my plan.\"", "But there was something else, too.\n There were overtones, so that John\n wasn't just playing a single note," ], [ "\"Even there,\" he said softly,\n \"even there....\"\n\n\n There was no doubt about it.\n John Smith was peculiar, but he\n was the best bass man this side of a\n musician's Nirvana.", "And I didn't dare look again at\n the second monstrosity, the one\n named John Smith. I closed my\n eyes and plunged into a four-bar\n intro.", "Fat Boy scratched the back of\n his head. \"You—you mean here?\n Where the music comes out?\"\n\n\n John Smith nodded. \"Unusual.\"\n\n\n Hummm, I thought again.", "We waited for the applause of\n the Earth people and the shrilling\n of the Martians to die down. Then\n I turned to John and his fiddle.", "But there was something else, too.\n There were overtones, so that John\n wasn't just playing a single note,", "The reporter frowned, stopped\n writing, and studied John curiously.\n\n\n John finished his first beer,\n started on his second. His eyes were\n wild, and he was talking more and\n more rapidly.", "\"John,\" I ventured after he'd\n taken an experimental sip, \"where\n have you been hiding? A guy like\n you should be playing every night.\"", "\"Hello,\" he puffed. \"I'm John\n Smith, from the Marsport union.\"\n He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if", "We watched.\n\n\n John murmured something. The\n reporter, a paunchy, balding man,\n scribbled furiously in his notebook.", "Awhile later I caught him eyeing\n my piano keyboard. \"What's\n the matter, John?\"\n\n\n He pointed.", "John yawned, muttered something\n else. The reporter continued\n to scribble.\n\n\n John sipped beer. His eyes\n brightened, and he began to talk\n more rapidly.", "Hummm, I thought.\nWe played. Tune after tune.\n John knew them all, from the\n latest pop melodies to a swing version", "after John began to play.", "\"Sure,\" said Hammer-Head, our\n red-haired vibro-drummer. \"I think\n I hear him coming now.\"", "I patted him gingerly on the arm.\n \"Now John. You've just had too\n much beer, that's all. Let's go out\n and get some air and some strong\n black coffee. C'mon now.\"", "\"We'll talk about your plan at\n intermission,\" I said, shivering.\n \"Now, we'd better start playing.\n John, do you know\nOn An Asteroid\n With You\n?\"", "fools. They don't believe that instruments\n which make music actually\n existed before the tapes! It\n was dark—and some fool researcher", "\"If I didn't hear it,\" I gasped,\n \"I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\n \"And the fiddle's so old, too!\"\n added Hammer-Head who, although\n sober, seemed quite drunk.", "But after one number he studied\n Fat Boy's clarinet for a moment.\n \"Nice clarinet,\" he mused. \"Has an\n unusual hole in the front.\"", "John became the hero of tourists,\n spacemen, and Martians, but nevertheless\n he remained stubbornly" ], [ "\"Even there,\" he said softly,\n \"even there....\"\n\n\n There was no doubt about it.\n John Smith was peculiar, but he\n was the best bass man this side of a\n musician's Nirvana.", "Fat Boy scratched the back of\n his head. \"You—you mean here?\n Where the music comes out?\"\n\n\n John Smith nodded. \"Unusual.\"\n\n\n Hummm, I thought again.", "But after one number he studied\n Fat Boy's clarinet for a moment.\n \"Nice clarinet,\" he mused. \"Has an\n unusual hole in the front.\"", "him seemed as hard as extracting a\n tooth. He'd stand by his fiddle—I\n mean, his\nZloomph\n—with a dreamy", "it in a pawnshop. Only it's not a\n fiddle but a\nZloomph\n. This is the\n only one in existence.\" He patted", "and a grating and a banging. Suddenly,\n sweeping across the dance\n floor like a cold wind, was a bass\n fiddle, an enormous black monstrosity,", "He was something out of a nightmare but his music was straight\n from heaven. He was a ragged little man out of a hole but he\n was money in the bank to Stanley's four-piece combo. He was", "a refugee from a pawnbroker's\n attic. It was queerly shaped. It was\n too tall, too wide. It was more like", "And I didn't dare look again at\n the second monstrosity, the one\n named John Smith. I closed my\n eyes and plunged into a four-bar\n intro.", "\"If I didn't hear it,\" I gasped,\n \"I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\n \"And the fiddle's so old, too!\"\n added Hammer-Head who, although\n sober, seemed quite drunk.", "But there was something else, too.\n There were overtones, so that John\n wasn't just playing a single note,", "Fat Boy, our clarinetist who doubles\n on Martian horn-harp, made a\n feeble attempt at optimism. \"Don't\n worry, Mr. Ke-teeli. That new bass\n man will be here.\"", "\"Sure,\" said Hammer-Head, our\n red-haired vibro-drummer. \"I think\n I hear him coming now.\"", "We waited for the applause of\n the Earth people and the shrilling\n of the Martians to die down. Then\n I turned to John and his fiddle.", "fools. They don't believe that instruments\n which make music actually\n existed before the tapes! It\n was dark—and some fool researcher", "The fiddle was not unaccompanied\n as I'd first imagined. Behind\n it, streaking over the floor in a", "\"Where ees museek?\" he shrilled\n in his nasal tenor. He was almost\n skeleton thin, like most Martians,\n and so tall that if he fell down he'd\n be half way home.", "\"Old?\" said John Smith. \"Of\n course it's old. It's over five thousand\n years old. I was lucky to find", "His pale blue eyes were watery,\n like twin pools of fog. His tightfitting\n suit, as black as the bass,", "I wondered what the hell he was\n talking about. I studied the black,\n mirror-like wood. The aperture in\n the vesonator was like that of any\n bass fiddle." ], [ "\"Even there,\" he said softly,\n \"even there....\"\n\n\n There was no doubt about it.\n John Smith was peculiar, but he\n was the best bass man this side of a\n musician's Nirvana.", "\"John,\" I ventured after he'd\n taken an experimental sip, \"where\n have you been hiding? A guy like\n you should be playing every night.\"", "Fat Boy scratched the back of\n his head. \"You—you mean here?\n Where the music comes out?\"\n\n\n John Smith nodded. \"Unusual.\"\n\n\n Hummm, I thought again.", "But there was something else, too.\n There were overtones, so that John\n wasn't just playing a single note,", "\"Hello,\" he puffed. \"I'm John\n Smith, from the Marsport union.\"\n He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if", "Hummm, I thought.\nWe played. Tune after tune.\n John knew them all, from the\n latest pop melodies to a swing version", "And I didn't dare look again at\n the second monstrosity, the one\n named John Smith. I closed my\n eyes and plunged into a four-bar\n intro.", "We waited for the applause of\n the Earth people and the shrilling\n of the Martians to die down. Then\n I turned to John and his fiddle.", "Awhile later I caught him eyeing\n my piano keyboard. \"What's\n the matter, John?\"\n\n\n He pointed.", "He was something out of a nightmare but his music was straight\n from heaven. He was a ragged little man out of a hole but he\n was money in the bank to Stanley's four-piece combo. He was", "But after one number he studied\n Fat Boy's clarinet for a moment.\n \"Nice clarinet,\" he mused. \"Has an\n unusual hole in the front.\"", "\"Old?\" said John Smith. \"Of\n course it's old. It's over five thousand\n years old. I was lucky to find", "The tones that surged from that\n monstrous bass were ecstatic. They\n were out of a jazzman's Heaven.", "The reporter frowned, stopped\n writing, and studied John curiously.\n\n\n John finished his first beer,\n started on his second. His eyes were\n wild, and he was talking more and\n more rapidly.", "John yawned, muttered something\n else. The reporter continued\n to scribble.\n\n\n John sipped beer. His eyes\n brightened, and he began to talk\n more rapidly.", "were either, \"Ees too loud, too fast,\"\n or \"Ees too slow, too soft.\" The real\n cause of his concern being, I suspected,\n the infrequency with which", "after John began to play.", "\"Where ees museek?\" he shrilled\n in his nasal tenor. He was almost\n skeleton thin, like most Martians,\n and so tall that if he fell down he'd\n be half way home.", "\"If I didn't hear it,\" I gasped,\n \"I wouldn't believe it!\"\n\n\n \"And the fiddle's so old, too!\"\n added Hammer-Head who, although\n sober, seemed quite drunk.", "John Smith was gone, so utterly\n and completely and tragically gone\n it was as if he'd never existed...." ], [ "\"Even there,\" he said softly,\n \"even there....\"\n\n\n There was no doubt about it.\n John Smith was peculiar, but he\n was the best bass man this side of a\n musician's Nirvana.", "John Smith was gone, so utterly\n and completely and tragically gone\n it was as if he'd never existed....", "\"Hello,\" he puffed. \"I'm John\n Smith, from the Marsport union.\"\n He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if", "\"Old?\" said John Smith. \"Of\n course it's old. It's over five thousand\n years old. I was lucky to find", "Fat Boy scratched the back of\n his head. \"You—you mean here?\n Where the music comes out?\"\n\n\n John Smith nodded. \"Unusual.\"\n\n\n Hummm, I thought again.", "His pale blue eyes were watery,\n like twin pools of fog. His tightfitting\n suit, as black as the bass,", "We watched.\n\n\n John murmured something. The\n reporter, a paunchy, balding man,\n scribbled furiously in his notebook.", "unfortunately, was conducted over\n the bar and accompanied by a generous\n guzzling of beer. Fat Boy,\n Hammer-Head and I watched", "Suspiciously, Ke-teeli eyed the\n entrance. There was only silence.\n His naked, parchment-like chest\n swelled as if it were an expanding\n balloon.", "\"Then what is it, John?\"\n\n\n \"It's my body. It's—\"\n\n\n \"Yes, what about your body?\n Are you sick?\"", "\"He's doing it,\" Hammer-Head\n groaned. \"He's telling him!\"\n\n\n I rose swiftly. \"We better get\n over there. We should have known\n better—\"", "\"He wouldn't listen,\" he said,\n weakly. \"I tried to tell him, but he\n said he'd come back when I'm\n sober. I'm sober now. So I quit.\n I've got to find my hole.\"", "was something off a park bench. It\n was impossible to guess his age. He\n could have been anywhere between\n twenty and forty.", "The reporter frowned, stopped\n writing, and studied John curiously.\n\n\n John finished his first beer,\n started on his second. His eyes were\n wild, and he was talking more and\n more rapidly.", "He made queer clicking noises\n with his mouth that reminded me\n of a mechanical toy being wound\n into motion. \"The whole foundation", "And I didn't dare look again at\n the second monstrosity, the one\n named John Smith. I closed my\n eyes and plunged into a four-bar\n intro.", "His grunt was negative.\n\n\n \"Then some old-fashioned beer?\"\n\n\n He smiled. \"Yes, I\nlike\nbeer.\"", "We've searched everything, in\n hospitals, morgues, jails, night clubs,\n hotels. We've hounded spaceports\n and 'copter terminals. Nowhere, nowhere\n is John Smith.", "—whoops!...\nThe Holes and John Smith\nBy Edward W. Ludwig\nIllustration by Kelly Freas\nIt all began on a Saturday", "His eyes were like black\n needle points set deep in a mask of\n dry, ancient, reddish leather." ], [ "A reporter from the\nMarsport\n Times\nambled into interview the\n Man of The Hour. The interview,", "\"Hello,\" he puffed. \"I'm John\n Smith, from the Marsport union.\"\n He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if", "—whoops!...\nThe Holes and John Smith\nBy Edward W. Ludwig\nIllustration by Kelly Freas\nIt all began on a Saturday", "We were too late. The reporter\n had already slapped on his hat and\n was striding to the exit. John turned\n to us, dazed, his enthusiasm vanishing\n like air from a punctured balloon.", "We watched.\n\n\n John murmured something. The\n reporter, a paunchy, balding man,\n scribbled furiously in his notebook.", "John Smith was gone, so utterly\n and completely and tragically gone\n it was as if he'd never existed....", "The reporter frowned, stopped\n writing, and studied John curiously.\n\n\n John finished his first beer,\n started on his second. His eyes were\n wild, and he was talking more and\n more rapidly.", "We waited for the applause of\n the Earth people and the shrilling\n of the Martians to die down. Then\n I turned to John and his fiddle.", "\"This is the first time he's talked\n to anybody,\" Fat Boy breathed.\n \"I—I'm scared.\n\n\n \"Nothing can happen,\" I said,\n optimistically. \"This'll be good publicity.\"", "unfortunately, was conducted over\n the bar and accompanied by a generous\n guzzling of beer. Fat Boy,\n Hammer-Head and I watched", "\"Sure. We'll get him to sign it.\"\n I laughed hollowly. \"Don't worry,\n Mr. Ke-teeli.\"\n\n\n Just a few minutes later tragedy\n struck.", "Hammer-Head groaned. \"No. I\n guess it'll have to be the black pits\n of Neptune. The home of washed-up\n interplanetary musicians. It's too\n bad. We're so young, too.\"", "\"But you mustn't be scared. That\n reporter was just stupid. We'll help\n you with your theory.\"\n\n\n His body trembled. \"No, it isn't\n that. It isn't the reporter.\"", "Gap-jawed and wide-eyed,\n they seemed in a kind of ecstatic\n hypnosis. Even the silent, bland-faced\n Martians stopped sipping", "\"He wouldn't listen,\" he said,\n weakly. \"I tried to tell him, but he\n said he'd come back when I'm\n sober. I'm sober now. So I quit.\n I've got to find my hole.\"", "\"Even there,\" he said softly,\n \"even there....\"\n\n\n There was no doubt about it.\n John Smith was peculiar, but he\n was the best bass man this side of a\n musician's Nirvana.", "John yawned, muttered something\n else. The reporter continued\n to scribble.\n\n\n John sipped beer. His eyes\n brightened, and he began to talk\n more rapidly.", "\"A picturesque oasis of old Martian\n charm, situated on the beauteous\n Grand Canal in the heart of\n Marsport. Only half a mile from", "His face was white with terror.\n \"No, my—\nmy body's full of holes\n.\n Suppose it's one of those holes!\n How will I get back if it is?\"", "I gulped. \"Our bass man can't\n be here, but we've called the Marsport\n local for another. He'll be here\n any minute.\"" ], [ "And without a corpus delecti we\n can't even sue the city.\n... THE END", "I even risked a broken neck and\n jumped in the manhole after him.\n Nothing—nothing but the smell of\n ozone and an echo bouncing crazily", "He made queer clicking noises\n with his mouth that reminded me\n of a mechanical toy being wound\n into motion. \"The whole foundation", "\"This is the first time he's talked\n to anybody,\" Fat Boy breathed.\n \"I—I'm scared.\n\n\n \"Nothing can happen,\" I said,\n optimistically. \"This'll be good publicity.\"", "\"He wouldn't listen,\" he said,\n weakly. \"I tried to tell him, but he\n said he'd come back when I'm\n sober. I'm sober now. So I quit.\n I've got to find my hole.\"", "\"He's doing it,\" Hammer-Head\n groaned. \"He's telling him!\"\n\n\n I rose swiftly. \"We better get\n over there. We should have known\n better—\"", "unfortunately, was conducted over\n the bar and accompanied by a generous\n guzzling of beer. Fat Boy,\n Hammer-Head and I watched", "and a grating and a banging. Suddenly,\n sweeping across the dance\n floor like a cold wind, was a bass\n fiddle, an enormous black monstrosity,", "\"Five meenutes!\" he shrieked.\n \"Eef no feedle, den you go!\" And\n he whirled away.\n\n\n We waited.", "He glowered at me as if I were\n unworthy of such a confidence.\n \"What have they to do with me?\"\n he shrilled. \"I can't find the right\n one—that's what!\"", "were either, \"Ees too loud, too fast,\"\n or \"Ees too slow, too soft.\" The real\n cause of his concern being, I suspected,\n the infrequency with which", "didn't see the open manhole that\n the workmen had figured would be\n all right at that time of night. It\n gets pretty damned cold around 4: A.M.", "We watched.\n\n\n John murmured something. The\n reporter, a paunchy, balding man,\n scribbled furiously in his notebook.", "\"Sure. We'll get him to sign it.\"\n I laughed hollowly. \"Don't worry,\n Mr. Ke-teeli.\"\n\n\n Just a few minutes later tragedy\n struck.", "His face was white with terror.\n \"No, my—\nmy body's full of holes\n.\n Suppose it's one of those holes!\n How will I get back if it is?\"", "I patted him gingerly on the arm.\n \"Now John. You've just had too\n much beer, that's all. Let's go out\n and get some air and some strong\n black coffee. C'mon now.\"", "His chest sagged for an instant.\n Then he straightened. \"But there's\n still time for my plan to work out—with\n the relative difference taken\n into account. Only I get so tired\n just thinking about it.\"", "\"No, I guess not,\" he sighed. \"I'll\n stay—until tomorrow.\"\nAll night the thought crept", "\"But you mustn't be scared. That\n reporter was just stupid. We'll help\n you with your theory.\"\n\n\n His body trembled. \"No, it isn't\n that. It isn't the reporter.\"", "His pale blue eyes were watery,\n like twin pools of fog. His tightfitting\n suit, as black as the bass," ] ]

[ "What Earth creature do the Fustians most resemble based on the story’s descriptions?", "Why does Magnan push Retief so hard to provide his personal financial support for the youth group SCARS?", "What are the “interesting features” of the passenger liner being put together by the Fustians that Retief inspects?", "What can we infer about why Fustian buses don't have seats and are not enclosed like Terran models?", "Why does Retief refer to his Fustian flat car driver as a “daredevil?”", "Why did Retief conclude that he should return to the shipbuilder’s shop?", "What does the Fustian government representative at the dinner think of young Fustians?", "What was the significance of the orange and green cloak and the metal bracelet with SCARS etched on it?", "What was Slock’s fate?" ]

[ [ "Little birds with eye stalks and a crest on their heads.", "They look like humans except for having very tiny heads.", "They are called “soft ones,” because they are like walking slime molds.", "Some sort of beetle with a hard, thick shell." ], [ "He is implementing a program dreamed up by his bosses back on the home planet.", "It’s like United Way – the more you put the screws to all the employees, the better you look.", "He has some very progressive ideas about what will benefit Fustian youths, and wants to help provide it.", "He gets kickbacks from the youth groups, so he uses his power to make sure the youth groups get money that he can skim." ], [ "It has incredibly luxurious staterooms for VIPs and still has room to carry cargo.", "It’s actually a war ship based on some very old plans.", "It has equal numbers of staterooms designed for the needs of Fustian and Terran passengers.", "It’s actually an amphibious vehicle, powered by titanite." ], [ "We can conclude that the Fustians are a practical, simple people who see no reason for multiple types of vehicles", "We can infer that the weather on Fust is mild, and enclosed vehicles are unnecessary.", "We can infer that the Fustians do not have the technological capability to build anything more complex than open carts.", "We can infer that Fustians would not fit into enclosed vehicles very well because of their size and shape." ], [ "Because the cart was bouncing his kidneys out over the cobbles.", "Because he was concerned that the driver was not observing posted speed limits.", "Because the driver was ignoring traffic lights, and he was outraged.", "Because the driver was going quite slowly by Terran standards." ], [ "The fact that his attackers knew he had taken photos suggested that he information had been forcibly obtained from the old Fustian shipbuilder.", "He had left his weapon at the shipbuilder’s and after being attacked, he felt vulnerable.", "The fact that his attackers knew that he had taken photos suggested that the old Fustian shipbuilder was a traitor who needed to be dealt with.", "After being attacked, he felt he would be safer with the old shipbuilder." ], [ "That they are being led astray by the Groaci.", "That young Fustians need help channeling their youthful energies.", "That television, recently introduced on Fust, is making them dumber.", "That they should be treated more harshly so they learn to behave." ], [ "It was a gang symbol left by one of several organized criminal groups of young Fustians.", "When young Fustians begin to molt, they typically drop their cloaks wherever they are and scuttle home as fast as possible.", "It was a clue left to try to throw blame for the planned explosion on the VIP boat onto the Terran embassy.", "Orange and green were Retief’s favorite colors, and the young thugs thought the cloak would distract him." ], [ "His carapace was ripped off by Whonk during their struggle.", "He died in the titanite explosion on the Moss Rock.", "Retief captured him and Slock made a full confession of the Groaci involvement in the plot.", "He escaped through the crowd when the dinner broke up." ] ]

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[ [ "It was a cool morning. A light breeze carried the fishy odor of Fusty\n dwellings across the broad cobbled avenue. A few mature Fustians", "AIDE MEMOIRE\nBY KEITH LAUMER\nThe Fustians looked like turtles—but\n\n they could move fast when they chose!", "The Fustian looked at him, beady-eyed. \"It is the\nLament of\n Hatching\n,\" he said; \"our National Dirge.\"", "\"I doubt if they'd go that far.\"\n\n\n \"Would they not?\" The Fustian stretched his neck. \"Cast your light\n here. But for the toughness of my hide....\"", "giant armored bodies of the Fustians. Across the room Magnan fluttered\n a hand. Retief headed toward him. A low-pitched vibration filled the", "\"The Fustians are a long-lived people,\" Magnan snapped. \"These matters\n are relative. At seventy-five, a male Fustian is at a trying age—\"", "\"Oh,\" said Magnan. \"How interesting. Such a pleasing balance of\n instruments—\"\n\n\n \"It is a droon solo,\" said the Fustian, eyeing the Terrestrial\n Ambassador suspiciously.", "\"Naught that augurs well for the dignity of Fust,\" the oldster rumbled.\n \"Flee, agile one, while I engage their attentions.\"", "\"Thus I come to the shipyard with frightful speed,\" he said in Fustian.\n \"Well I know the way of the naked-backs, who move always in haste.\"", "shell-less youths trotted briskly on scaly stub legs. The driver of the\n flat-car, a labor-caste Fustian with his guild colors emblazoned on his", "\"I like the adult Fustians,\" said Retief. \"Too bad they have to lug\n half a ton of horn around on their backs. I wonder if surgery would\n help.\"", "The youth scrambled to hands and knees, scuttled for freedom. Retief\n planted a foot on his dragging cloak; it ripped free. He stared at the\n bare back of the Fustian—", "that made the ground quiver. The younger Fustian glared up at the\n elder, mouth snapping.", "\"There are certain films,\" the lead Fustian muttered. His voice was\n unusually deep for a Youth. He was wrapped in a heavy cloak and moved\n awkwardly. His adolescence was nearly at an end, Retief guessed.", "into a nest made by stacking the bundles around a clear spot. The aged\n Fustian lay in it, on his back, a heavy sack tied over his head.", "\"May-you-dream-of-the-deeps,\" the old fellow mumbled. He waved a stumpy\n arm toward a group of shell-less Fustians standing by a massive hoist.", "Whonk let out a whistling roar and charged for the immature Fustians.\n They fanned out ... and one tripped, sprawled on his face. Retief", "\"Then there are the Groaci. Why their passionate interest in a\n two-horse world like Fust? Normally they're concerned with nothing but\n business. But what has Fust got that they could use?\"", "\"Nothing at all,\" the huge Fustian elder rumbled. \"For my taste, all\n Youths should be kept penned with the livestock until they grow a\n carapace to tame their irresponsibility.\"", "\"To the Fustians this is no jesting matter,\" Magnan cut in. \"This\n group—\" he glanced at the paper—\"known as the Sexual, Cultural, and" ], [ "\"This group,\" said Retief, leaning across Magnan, \"the SCARS. How much\n do you know about them, Mr. Minister?\"", "Magnan found his tongue. \"Are you mad, Retief?\" he screeched. \"This\n group was vouched for by the Ministry of Youth!\"", "Magnan snorted. \"Your pre-occupation with the trivial disturbs me,\n Retief. More interest in substantive matters—such as working with\n Youth groups—would create a far better impression.\"", "\"Well,\" Retief said. \"It looks like the SCARS are out in force tonight.\n Where's your pal?\" he said to the advancing trio. \"The sticky little", "\"Nonsense. The group requires a sponsor. I can't actually order you to\n step forward. However....\" Magnan let the sentence hang in the air.\n Retief raised one eyebrow.", "Magnan cleared his throat. \"Now that our Mr. Retief has arrived,\n perhaps we could rush right along to the Sponsorship ceremonies.\"", "\"Well,\" murmured Magnan, glancing down at Retief, \"I'm gratified to\n see you entering into the spirit of the event at last.\" He turned his", "Retief tugged at Magnan's sleeve. \"Don't introduce me yet,\" he said. \"I\n want to appear suddenly. More dramatic, you know.\"", "\"How gratifying it is to take this opportunity to express once more the\n great pleasure we have in sponsoring SCARS,\" he said, talking slowly", "\"Meaning they want someone to buy them a clubhouse, uniforms, equipment\n and anything else they need to complete their sexual, cultural and\n athletic development,\" Retief said.", "Sponsorship ceremony for the SCARS group, with full press coverage,\n arrangements for which I have managed to complete in spite of your\n intransigence.\"", "\"SCARS,\" Retief read. He looked at Whonk. \"It seems to me I've heard\n the name before,\" he murmured. \"Let's get back to the Embassy—fast.\"", "\"My mistake,\" Retief said. \"I didn't know this was a secret project.\"\nThe youth hesitated. \"It is not a secret project,\" he muttered. \"Why\n should it be secret?\"\n\n\n \"You tell me.\"", "\"Better let up before you make a mess of him,\" said Retief. Whonk\n lifted the Youth clear of the floor, then flung him down with a thump", "Retief slid into his place beside Magnan. \"Sorry to be late, Mr.\n Ambassador.\"", "The youth scrambled to hands and knees, scuttled for freedom. Retief\n planted a foot on his dragging cloak; it ripped free. He stared at the\n bare back of the Fustian—", "will be along in a moment. It is my pleasure to announce that our Mr.\n Retief has had the good fortune to win out in the keen bidding for the\n pleasure of sponsoring this lovely group.\"", "Athletic Recreational Society, or SCARS for short, has been awaiting\n sponsorship for a matter of weeks now.\"", "for the benefit of the scribbling reporters. \"We'd like to think that\n in our modest way we're to be a part of all that the SCARS achieve\n during the years ahead.\"", "\"Great heavens, Retief,\" Magnan sputtered. \"I'm amazed that even you\n would bring up a matter of such delicacy. A race's unfortunate physical\n characteristics are hardly a fit matter for Terrestrial curiosity.\"" ], [ "Retief stood. \"My own program for the day includes going over to the\n dockyards. There are some features of this new passenger liner the\n Fustians are putting together that I want to look into. With your\n permission, Mr. Ambassador...?\"", "\"I know how you feel, old-timer,\" said Retief. \"That sounds like the\n story of my life. Among your papers do you have a set of plans for the\n vessel? I understand it's to be a passenger liner.\"", "The youth worked his jaws and rocked his head from side to side in the\n Fusty gesture of uncertainty. \"There is nothing to conceal,\" he said.\n \"We merely construct a passenger liner.\"", "giant armored bodies of the Fustians. Across the room Magnan fluttered\n a hand. Retief headed toward him. A low-pitched vibration filled the", "\"I was just leaving,\" Retief said. \"Which way out?\"\n\n\n \"The rear door,\" the Fustian gestured with a stubby member. \"Rest well,\n stranger on these shores.\" He moved to the entrance.", "whirled the metal bar he had thrust between the Fustian's legs, slammed\n it against the skull of another, who shook his head, turned on\n Retief ... and bounced off the steel hull of the", "\"I came to take a look at your new liner,\" said Retief.\n\n\n \"We need no prying foreigners here,\" the youth snapped. His eye fell on\n the drawings. He hissed in sudden anger.", "his weight against the cloaked chest. The clumsy Fustian tottered, fell\n heavily. Retief was past him and off the flat-car before the other", "\"Then you don't mind if I look over the drawings,\" said Retief. \"Who\n knows? Maybe some day I'll want to reserve a suite for the trip out.\"", "\"I like the adult Fustians,\" said Retief. \"Too bad they have to lug\n half a ton of horn around on their backs. I wonder if surgery would\n help.\"", "There were deep drag-marks in the dust behind the building. Retief\n followed them across the yard. They disappeared under the steel door of\n a warehouse.", "\"Thus I come to the shipyard with frightful speed,\" he said in Fustian.\n \"Well I know the way of the naked-backs, who move always in haste.\"", "\"There are certain films,\" the lead Fustian muttered. His voice was\n unusually deep for a Youth. He was wrapped in a heavy cloak and moved\n awkwardly. His adolescence was nearly at an end, Retief guessed.", "\"What does the naked-back here?\" barked a deep voice behind Retief. He\n turned. A heavy-faced Fustian youth, wrapped in a mantle, stood at the", "Retief used the bar on another head. His third blow laid the Fustian\n on the pavement, oozing purple. The other two club members departed\n hastily, seriously dented but still mobile.", "Retief found the hoist where the Fustian directed him, maneuvered it\n into position, hooked onto the edge of the carapace and hauled away.", "Beta was setting as Retief, Whonk puffing at his heels, came up to the\n sentry box beside the gangway leading to the plush interior of the\n official luxury space barge\nMoss Rock\n.", "\"Oh,\" said Magnan. \"How interesting. Such a pleasing balance of\n instruments—\"\n\n\n \"It is a droon solo,\" said the Fustian, eyeing the Terrestrial\n Ambassador suspiciously.", "mission has leaped at the opportunity to score a few p—that is, cement\n relations with this emergent power group—the leaders of the future.\n You, Retief, as Councillor, are the outstanding exception.\"", "Back on the ramp Retief heard a sound ... and turned in time to duck\n the charge of a hulking Fustian youth who thundered past him and\n fetched up against the broad chest of Whonk, who locked him in a warm\n embrace." ], [ "shell-less youths trotted briskly on scaly stub legs. The driver of the\n flat-car, a labor-caste Fustian with his guild colors emblazoned on his", "\"Thus I come to the shipyard with frightful speed,\" he said in Fustian.\n \"Well I know the way of the naked-backs, who move always in haste.\"", "The youth worked his jaws and rocked his head from side to side in the\n Fusty gesture of uncertainty. \"There is nothing to conceal,\" he said.\n \"We merely construct a passenger liner.\"", "\"Oh,\" said Magnan. \"How interesting. Such a pleasing balance of\n instruments—\"\n\n\n \"It is a droon solo,\" said the Fustian, eyeing the Terrestrial\n Ambassador suspiciously.", "\"Then there are the Groaci. Why their passionate interest in a\n two-horse world like Fust? Normally they're concerned with nothing but\n business. But what has Fust got that they could use?\"", "AIDE MEMOIRE\nBY KEITH LAUMER\nThe Fustians looked like turtles—but\n\n they could move fast when they chose!", "Outside he flagged a lumbering bus. He stationed himself in a corner\n and watched the yellow sun, Beta, rise rapidly above the low skyline.", "\"There are certain films,\" the lead Fustian muttered. His voice was\n unusually deep for a Youth. He was wrapped in a heavy cloak and moved\n awkwardly. His adolescence was nearly at an end, Retief guessed.", "giant armored bodies of the Fustians. Across the room Magnan fluttered\n a hand. Retief headed toward him. A low-pitched vibration filled the", "\"You may rule out the commercial aspect in this instance,\" said Magnan.\n \"Fust possesses a vigorous steel-age manufacturing economy. The Groaci\n are barely ahead of them.\"", "The Fustian looked at him, beady-eyed. \"It is the\nLament of\n Hatching\n,\" he said; \"our National Dirge.\"", "It was a cool morning. A light breeze carried the fishy odor of Fusty\n dwellings across the broad cobbled avenue. A few mature Fustians", "They entered the ship. Soft lights glowed in utter silence. A rough box\n stood on the floor, rollers and pry-bars beside it—a discordant note\n in the muted luxury of the setting. Whonk rummaged in it.", "\"Well, of course your experience of the Fustian mentality is greater\n than mine. I've only been here a month. But it's been my experience,", "\"May-you-dream-of-the-deeps,\" the old fellow mumbled. He waved a stumpy\n arm toward a group of shell-less Fustians standing by a massive hoist.", "Retief stood. \"My own program for the day includes going over to the\n dockyards. There are some features of this new passenger liner the\n Fustians are putting together that I want to look into. With your\n permission, Mr. Ambassador...?\"", "Retief left the sprawling bungalow-type building that housed the\n chancery of the Terrestrial Embassy, swung aboard a passing flat-car", "\"I doubt if they'd go that far.\"\n\n\n \"Would they not?\" The Fustian stretched his neck. \"Cast your light\n here. But for the toughness of my hide....\"", "\"Nothing at all,\" the huge Fustian elder rumbled. \"For my taste, all\n Youths should be kept penned with the livestock until they grow a\n carapace to tame their irresponsibility.\"", "Youth had completed his vain lunge toward the spot Retief had occupied.\n The Terrestrial waved cheerfully at the pair, hopped aboard another\n vehicle, watched his would-be assailants lumber down from their car," ], [ "Retief climbed down, handed him a coin. \"You should take up\n professional racing,\" he said. \"Daredevil.\"", "his weight against the cloaked chest. The clumsy Fustian tottered, fell\n heavily. Retief was past him and off the flat-car before the other", "\"I was just leaving,\" Retief said. \"Which way out?\"\n\n\n \"The rear door,\" the Fustian gestured with a stubby member. \"Rest well,\n stranger on these shores.\" He moved to the entrance.", "Retief used the bar on another head. His third blow laid the Fustian\n on the pavement, oozing purple. The other two club members departed\n hastily, seriously dented but still mobile.", "\"That's the same young squirt that tried to strike up an acquaintance\n with me on the bus,\" Retief said. \"He gets around.\"", "Back on the ramp Retief heard a sound ... and turned in time to duck\n the charge of a hulking Fustian youth who thundered past him and\n fetched up against the broad chest of Whonk, who locked him in a warm\n embrace.", "\"What does the naked-back here?\" barked a deep voice behind Retief. He\n turned. A heavy-faced Fustian youth, wrapped in a mantle, stood at the", "Retief stood. \"My own program for the day includes going over to the\n dockyards. There are some features of this new passenger liner the\n Fustians are putting together that I want to look into. With your\n permission, Mr. Ambassador...?\"", "Retief snorted and glanced at his watch. Less than three hours. Just\n time to creep home by flat-car, dress in ceremonial uniform and creep\n back.", "whirled the metal bar he had thrust between the Fustian's legs, slammed\n it against the skull of another, who shook his head, turned on\n Retief ... and bounced off the steel hull of the", "Youth had completed his vain lunge toward the spot Retief had occupied.\n The Terrestrial waved cheerfully at the pair, hopped aboard another\n vehicle, watched his would-be assailants lumber down from their car,", "Retief pushed through the crowd, stepped up to face the Fustian youth.\n Slock stared at him, drew back.", "giant armored bodies of the Fustians. Across the room Magnan fluttered\n a hand. Retief headed toward him. A low-pitched vibration filled the", "Retief left the sprawling bungalow-type building that housed the\n chancery of the Terrestrial Embassy, swung aboard a passing flat-car", "The youth scrambled to hands and knees, scuttled for freedom. Retief\n planted a foot on his dragging cloak; it ripped free. He stared at the\n bare back of the Fustian—", "Retief found the hoist where the Fustian directed him, maneuvered it\n into position, hooked onto the edge of the carapace and hauled away.", "There were deep drag-marks in the dust behind the building. Retief\n followed them across the yard. They disappeared under the steel door of\n a warehouse.", "\"Hang onto him,\" said Retief. \"He looks like the biting kind.\"\n\n\n \"No fear. Clumsy I am, yet not without strength.\"", "will be along in a moment. It is my pleasure to announce that our Mr.\n Retief has had the good fortune to win out in the keen bidding for the\n pleasure of sponsoring this lovely group.\"", "\"It's me, old fellow,\" Retief said. \"The nosy stranger. Sorry I got you\n into this.\"" ], [ "Retief frowned, dropped the cigar over the side, waited until the\n flat-car negotiated a mud-wallow, then swung down and headed for the\n shipyard.", "There were deep drag-marks in the dust behind the building. Retief\n followed them across the yard. They disappeared under the steel door of\n a warehouse.", "Retief stood. \"My own program for the day includes going over to the\n dockyards. There are some features of this new passenger liner the\n Fustians are putting together that I want to look into. With your\n permission, Mr. Ambassador...?\"", "\"I know how you feel, old-timer,\" said Retief. \"That sounds like the\n story of my life. Among your papers do you have a set of plans for the\n vessel? I understand it's to be a passenger liner.\"", "\"I was just leaving,\" Retief said. \"Which way out?\"\n\n\n \"The rear door,\" the Fustian gestured with a stubby member. \"Rest well,\n stranger on these shores.\" He moved to the entrance.", "Retief turned up his collar against the dampness. In half an hour he\n would be perspiring under the vertical rays of a third-noon sun, but\n the thought failed to keep the chill off.", "Retief snorted and glanced at his watch. Less than three hours. Just\n time to creep home by flat-car, dress in ceremonial uniform and creep\n back.", "Retief left the sprawling bungalow-type building that housed the\n chancery of the Terrestrial Embassy, swung aboard a passing flat-car", "\"It's me, old fellow,\" Retief said. \"The nosy stranger. Sorry I got you\n into this.\"", "\"My mistake,\" Retief said. \"I didn't know this was a secret project.\"\nThe youth hesitated. \"It is not a secret project,\" he muttered. \"Why\n should it be secret?\"\n\n\n \"You tell me.\"", "\"I came to take a look at your new liner,\" said Retief.\n\n\n \"We need no prying foreigners here,\" the youth snapped. His eye fell on\n the drawings. He hissed in sudden anger.", "\"Too bad the glass gave out,\" said Retief. \"In another minute you'd\n have cleared the hall. And then maybe I could have gotten a word in\n sideways. There's a matter you should know about—\"", "Youth had completed his vain lunge toward the spot Retief had occupied.\n The Terrestrial waved cheerfully at the pair, hopped aboard another\n vehicle, watched his would-be assailants lumber down from their car,", "Retief used the bar on another head. His third blow laid the Fustian\n on the pavement, oozing purple. The other two club members departed\n hastily, seriously dented but still mobile.", "The youth turned and disappeared. Retief grinned at the oldster. \"Went\n for his big brother, I guess,\" he said. \"I have a feeling I won't get\n to study these in peace here. Mind if I copy them?\"", "whirled the metal bar he had thrust between the Fustian's legs, slammed\n it against the skull of another, who shook his head, turned on\n Retief ... and bounced off the steel hull of the", "The door, hinges torn loose, had been propped loosely back in position.\n Retief looked around at the battered interior of the shed. The old\n fellow had put up a struggle.", "\"Better let up before you make a mess of him,\" said Retief. Whonk\n lifted the Youth clear of the floor, then flung him down with a thump", "\"Go get 'em, old-timer.\" Retief stooped, picked up one of the pry-bars.\n \"I'll jump around and distract them.\"", "The second dark of the third cycle was lightening when Retief left the\n Embassy technical library and crossed the corridor to his office. He\n flipped on a light. A note was tucked under a paperweight:" ], [ "\"Nothing at all,\" the huge Fustian elder rumbled. \"For my taste, all\n Youths should be kept penned with the livestock until they grow a\n carapace to tame their irresponsibility.\"", "\"There are certain films,\" the lead Fustian muttered. His voice was\n unusually deep for a Youth. He was wrapped in a heavy cloak and moved\n awkwardly. His adolescence was nearly at an end, Retief guessed.", "\"Precisely the problem,\" Magnan said. \"But the Youth Movement is\n the important news in today's political situation here on Fust. And", "\"I'm honored that you chose to appear at all,\" said Magnan coldly. He\n turned back to the Fustian on his left.", "\"The Fustians are a long-lived people,\" Magnan snapped. \"These matters\n are relative. At seventy-five, a male Fustian is at a trying age—\"", "The Fustian looked at him, beady-eyed. \"It is the\nLament of\n Hatching\n,\" he said; \"our National Dirge.\"", "\"Well, of course your experience of the Fustian mentality is greater\n than mine. I've only been here a month. But it's been my experience,", "Magnan paused as a huge Fustian elder heaved his bulk up the two low\n steps to the rostrum, approached the guest of honor. He watched as the\n newcomer paused behind Slock, who did not see the new arrival.", "\"Naught that augurs well for the dignity of Fust,\" the oldster rumbled.\n \"Flee, agile one, while I engage their attentions.\"", "\"Willingly, light-footed one,\" said the old Fustian. \"And mine is the\n shame for the discourtesy of youth.\"", "\"Your attention, please,\" Magnan said, rising. \"I see that our fine\n young guest has arrived, and I hope that the remainder of his committee", "The youth worked his jaws and rocked his head from side to side in the\n Fusty gesture of uncertainty. \"There is nothing to conceal,\" he said.\n \"We merely construct a passenger liner.\"", "that made the ground quiver. The younger Fustian glared up at the\n elder, mouth snapping.", "\"To the Fustians this is no jesting matter,\" Magnan cut in. \"This\n group—\" he glanced at the paper—\"known as the Sexual, Cultural, and", "\"Oh,\" said Magnan. \"How interesting. Such a pleasing balance of\n instruments—\"\n\n\n \"It is a droon solo,\" said the Fustian, eyeing the Terrestrial\n Ambassador suspiciously.", "\"Thus I come to the shipyard with frightful speed,\" he said in Fustian.\n \"Well I know the way of the naked-backs, who move always in haste.\"", "\"What does the naked-back here?\" barked a deep voice behind Retief. He\n turned. A heavy-faced Fustian youth, wrapped in a mantle, stood at the", "\"How am I going to get you out of here? Maybe I'd better get some help.\"\n\n\n \"Nay. The perfidious Youths abound here,\" said the old Fustian. \"It\n would be your life.\"", "Magnan stepped up on the low platform at the center of the wide room,\n took his place beside the robed Fustian youth and beamed at the cameras.", "\"You'd not find a tender spot on that lout yonder,\" the minister\n said, pointing with a fork at a newly arrived Youth, \"if you drilled" ], [ "\"Curious,\" he said. \"What means this?\" He held up a stained cloak of\n orange and green, a metal bracelet, papers.", "\"Orange and green,\" mused Relief. \"Whose colors are those?\"\n\n\n \"I know not.\" Whonk glanced at the arm-band. \"But this is lettered.\" He\n passed the metal band to Retief.", "The youth scrambled to hands and knees, scuttled for freedom. Retief\n planted a foot on his dragging cloak; it ripped free. He stared at the\n bare back of the Fustian—", "\"Well,\" Retief said. \"It looks like the SCARS are out in force tonight.\n Where's your pal?\" he said to the advancing trio. \"The sticky little", "\"SCARS,\" Retief read. He looked at Whonk. \"It seems to me I've heard\n the name before,\" he murmured. \"Let's get back to the Embassy—fast.\"", "\"There are certain films,\" the lead Fustian muttered. His voice was\n unusually deep for a Youth. He was wrapped in a heavy cloak and moved\n awkwardly. His adolescence was nearly at an end, Retief guessed.", "planned for today. When the\nMoss Rock\nblew, a variety of clues were\n to be planted where they'd be easy to find ... with SCARS written all", "\"Traitor, they called me. For long they sawed at me—in vain. Then\n they trussed me and dumped me here. They think to return with weapons\n to complete the task.\"", "Sponsorship ceremony for the SCARS group, with full press coverage,\n arrangements for which I have managed to complete in spite of your\n intransigence.\"", "shell-less youths trotted briskly on scaly stub legs. The driver of the\n flat-car, a labor-caste Fustian with his guild colors emblazoned on his", "There were deep drag-marks in the dust behind the building. Retief\n followed them across the yard. They disappeared under the steel door of\n a warehouse.", "for the benefit of the scribbling reporters. \"We'd like to think that\n in our modest way we're to be a part of all that the SCARS achieve\n during the years ahead.\"", "\"What does the naked-back here?\" barked a deep voice behind Retief. He\n turned. A heavy-faced Fustian youth, wrapped in a mantle, stood at the", "his weight against the cloaked chest. The clumsy Fustian tottered, fell\n heavily. Retief was past him and off the flat-car before the other", "into a nest made by stacking the bundles around a clear spot. The aged\n Fustian lay in it, on his back, a heavy sack tied over his head.", "Whonk considered. \"There were drums,\" he said. \"Four of them, quite\n small, painted an evil green, the property of the Soft Ones, the", "Retief pocketed the camera, glanced out the window. A pale-featured\n Groaci with an ornately decorated crest stood with the youths, who eyed\n the hut, then started toward it.", "\"How gratifying it is to take this opportunity to express once more the\n great pleasure we have in sponsoring SCARS,\" he said, talking slowly", "Retief put the beam of the light on the leathery neck. A great smear of\n thick purplish blood welled from a ragged cut. The oldster chuckled, a\n sound like a seal coughing.", "Retief used the bar on another head. His third blow laid the Fustian\n on the pavement, oozing purple. The other two club members departed\n hastily, seriously dented but still mobile." ], [ "\"The Groaci were playing a double game, as usual,\" Retief said. \"They\n intended to dispose of this fellow Slock, once he'd served their\n purpose.\"", "Slock roared suddenly, twisting violently. Whonk teetered, his grip\n loosened ... and Slock pulled free and was off the platform, butting", "\"You know me, Slock,\" said Retief loudly. \"An old fellow named Whonk\n told you about me, just before you tried to saw his head off, remember?", "With a bellow Slock reached for Retief—and choked off in mid-cry as\n the Fustian elder, Whonk, pinioned him from behind, lifting him clear\n of the floor.", "\"Slock,\" said Retief. \"Eight feet of armor-plated orneriness. And—\"", "The Groaci were to supply the necessary hardware and Slock, as foreman\n at the shipyards, was to see that everything was properly installed.\n The next step, I assume, would have been a local take-over, followed", "\"They have found leaders. The spiv, Slock, is one. And I fear they plot\n mischief.\" He pointed to the window. \"They come, and a Soft One with\n them.\"", "\"The\nMoss Rock\n?\" said Magnan. \"But that was—Retief! This is idiotic.\n Slock himself was scheduled to go on a cruise tomorrow!\"", "\"The Ministry's overdue for a purge,\" snapped Retief. He turned back\n to Slock. \"I wonder if you were in on the little diversion that was", "Magnan paused as a huge Fustian elder heaved his bulk up the two low\n steps to the rostrum, approached the guest of honor. He watched as the\n newcomer paused behind Slock, who did not see the new arrival.", "\"Glad you reporters happened along,\" said Retief to the gaping newsmen.\n \"Slock here had a deal with a sharp operator from the Groaci Embassy.", "Retief used the bar on another head. His third blow laid the Fustian\n on the pavement, oozing purple. The other two club members departed\n hastily, seriously dented but still mobile.", "\"Well, don't stand there,\" yelped Magnan over the uproar. \"If Slock is\n the ring-leader of a delinquent gang...!\" He moved to give chase.", "Retief pushed through the crowd, stepped up to face the Fustian youth.\n Slock stared at him, drew back.", "boreholes and blasted.\"\n\"Why, that's our guest of honor,\" said Magnan, \"a fine young fellow!\n Slop I believe his name is.\"", "Whonk leaned his bulk against the ponderous stacks of baled kelp,\n bulldozed them aside. \"Slow am I to anger,\" he said, \"but implacable in\n my wrath. Slock, beware!\"", "\"Traitor, they called me. For long they sawed at me—in vain. Then\n they trussed me and dumped me here. They think to return with weapons\n to complete the task.\"", "The oldster threshed his gnarled legs. He rocked slightly and fell\n back. \"A curse on the cradle that rocked their infant slumbers,\" he", "rumbled. \"But place me back on my feet and I hunt down the youth,\n Slock, though he flee to the bottommost muck of the Sea of Torments.\"", "There were deep drag-marks in the dust behind the building. Retief\n followed them across the yard. They disappeared under the steel door of\n a warehouse." ] ]

[ "Why does Tony Carmen need someone in Venetti's line of work?", "What is ironic about Carmen's associations?", "How does Venetti underestimate Carmen?", "Initially, what is Carmen's greatest concern with Venetti's invention?", "To Venetti, what is a fate worse than death?", "The name for the machine comes from", "According to Carmen, who actually committed murder?", "Who wants Venetti's machine for commercial use?", "What does Venetti believe the public's opinion will be in regards to the Expendables being outlawed." ]

[ [ "He needs a scientist to help find a cure for his wife's illness.", "He needs a scientist to help figure out how to dispose of radioactive wastes/", "He needs a scientist to help dispose of bodies for him.", "He needs a scientist to help prove he did not commit a crime he is accused of." ], [ "His loyalty to the government is detrimental to the welfare of the rest of humanity.", "His loyalty to the government overrides his sense of reason, and his death serves no purpose.", "His Mafia ties don't carry the intimidation factor one would believe they would.", "His Mafia ties make Venetti go on the run, thus not serving his purpose, rather than scaring him into doing what Carmen wants." ], [ "He does not believe that Carmen is smart enough to understand the invention, so Venetti decides to present the ideas before he should have.", "He does not believe Carmen's Mafia ties will get to him in the end, so he does not follow Carmen's instructions.", "He feels Carmen is a windbag and will take no action, so Venetti ignores him.", "He does not believe Carmen will challenge his authority with the government, so Venetti continues with his initial plans." ], [ "Venetti's invention could end up being harmful to humanity.", "Carmen has complete confidence in Venetti and the invention.", "Venetti has no idea where the bodies will go when they disappear.", "Venetti's invention will destroy the time-space continuum." ], [ "Failing his mission for the government.", "Being turned over to Mafia.", "Ruining his professional career.", "Losing his family to the Mafia." ], [ "a contest held for the public.", "the name of the inventor.", "accurately describing what they do.", "the name of the country where it was invented." ], [ "Carmen himself.", "The government.", "Harry Keno.", "Venetti and his machine." ], [ "A car manufacturer.", "The government.", "An appliance company", "The Mafia." ], [ "They will completely agree because the machines will cause the Earth to burst into flames.", "They will disagree with the machines being outlawed because the government is overstepping its bounds.", "They will agree completely because the invention is back by the Mafia.", "They will disagree with the machines being outlawed because they are convenient, which is more important than \"the greater good.\"" ] ]

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[ [ "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "Tony Carmen laid a heavy hand on my shoulder. I finally deduced he\n intended to be cordial.", "But I shrewdly judged that Tony Carmen wouldn't ask an embarrassing\n \"how\" when he was incapable of understanding the explanation.", "This, I presumed, was one of Tony Carmen's information leaks.", "a figurehead in the Expendable Patent Holding Corporation, but Tony\n Carmen didn't like office work. And he hadn't anyone he trusted any\n more than me. Even.", "I had forced my way half-way through the paper and the terrible coffee\n I made when the doorbell rang.\n\n\n I was hardly surprised when it turned out to be Tony Carmen behind the\n front door.", "\"The boys will have it set up in a minute,\" Tony the racketeer informed\n me.\n\n\n \"What?\" The firing squad?\n\n\n \"The Expendable, of course.\"", "\"I was in the Marines,\" Carmen said hotly. \"Listen, Professor, these\n aren't no Prohibition times. Not many people get made for a hit these", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"You see my problem, Professor?\" Tony Carmen held his pinkly manicured,\n flashily ringed hands wide.", "\"I agree,\" I said reluctantly.\n\n\n Tony Carmen spoke up. \"No, you don't, Professor. We don't agree to\n that.\"\n\n\n I waved his protests aside.", "I was beginning to get a trifle impatient. All those folk tales I had\n heard about the Mafia were getting more distant. \"See here, Carmen, I", "Tony Carmen knew exactly what to do with an Expendable once he got his\n hands on it.\n\n\n Naturally, that was what I had been afraid of.\nThe closed sedan was warm, even in early December.", "\"Listen, Professor,\" Carmen began, \"the Mafia—\"", "\"All right, I'll try to help you, Carmen. But ... that is, you didn't\n kill any of these people?\"\n\n\n He snorted. \"I haven't killed anybody since early 1943.\"", "\"This was no test, Venetti. This was it. I just wiped out Harry Keno\n and his intimates right in the middle of their confidential squat.\"", "\"That must be Arcivox now,\" Carmen growled. \"They have the best\n detectives in the business. You know what to tell them?\"", "The racketeer waved that suggestion aside. \"I'm talking about a big\n operation, Venetti. These things can take the place of incinerators,\n garbage disposals, waste baskets....\"", "\"I can understand\nhonest\nItalian-Americans feeling that way. But guys\n like me know the Mafia is still with it. We can put the squeeze on\n marks like you pretty easy.\"", "\"Really, Mr. Carmen,\" I said, \"this isn't the sort of thing you discuss\n with a total stranger. I'm not a doctor—not of medicine, anyway—or a\n lawyer.\"" ], [ "\"Good heavens. That's uncouthly old-fashioned of you, Carmen! Why,\n that's\nmurder\n.\"", "\"Listen here, Carmen,\" I said, \"what makes you think these bodies are\n going somewhere? Think of it only as a kind of—incinerator.\"", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "of sport shirt Carmen wore. \"We have to dress inconspicuously in the\n service,\" he panted weakly.", "Carmen was an uneducated lout and a criminal but he had an instinctive\n feel for the mechanics of physics.", "I was beginning to get a trifle impatient. All those folk tales I had\n heard about the Mafia were getting more distant. \"See here, Carmen, I", "\"Listen, Professor,\" Carmen began, \"the Mafia—\"", "\"I was in the Marines,\" Carmen said hotly. \"Listen, Professor, these\n aren't no Prohibition times. Not many people get made for a hit these", "There was an unmistakable note of boyish admiration in Carmen's voice.\n \"He figured the thing would work like that. Separate the poles and you\n increase the size of the working area.\"", "\"Not,\" Carmen said, \"without no\ncorpus delecti\n.\"\n\n\n \"The body of the crime remains without the body of the victim,\" I\n remembered from my early Ellery Queen training.", "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"All right, I'll try to help you, Carmen. But ... that is, you didn't\n kill any of these people?\"\n\n\n He snorted. \"I haven't killed anybody since early 1943.\"", "\"Easy, Professor,\" Carmen said, effortlessly shoving me back with one\n palm. \"I'm not saying you have the machine rigged. It's just that", "\"Really, Mr. Carmen,\" I said, \"this isn't the sort of thing you discuss\n with a total stranger. I'm not a doctor—not of medicine, anyway—or a\n lawyer.\"", "This was Carmen's idea of a magnanimous offer for my invention. It\nwas\na pretty good offer—49% and my good health.", "\"I agree,\" I said reluctantly.\n\n\n Tony Carmen spoke up. \"No, you don't, Professor. We don't agree to\n that.\"\n\n\n I waved his protests aside.", "\"Here?\" I spluttered once more. \"I told you, Carmen, I wanted nothing\n more to do with you. Your check is still on deposit....\"", "I opened my mouth and Miss Brown's pencil perked up its eraser,\n reflecting her fierce alertness.\n\n\n Tony Carmen banged open the door, and I closed my mouth.", "\"I figured you could handle it,\" Carmen said, leaning back comfortably\n in the favorite chair of my bachelor apartment. \"I heard you were\n working on something to get rid of trash for the government.\"", "Carmen finally returned to the car, unlatched the door and slid in. He\n did not reinsert the ignition key. I did not feel like sprinting down\n the deserted street." ], [ "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"Easy, Professor,\" Carmen said, effortlessly shoving me back with one\n palm. \"I'm not saying you have the machine rigged. It's just that", "Carmen was an uneducated lout and a criminal but he had an instinctive\n feel for the mechanics of physics.", "\"Listen, Professor,\" Carmen began, \"the Mafia—\"", "\"Listen here, Carmen,\" I said, \"what makes you think these bodies are\n going somewhere? Think of it only as a kind of—incinerator.\"", "I was beginning to get a trifle impatient. All those folk tales I had\n heard about the Mafia were getting more distant. \"See here, Carmen, I", "\"Good heavens. That's uncouthly old-fashioned of you, Carmen! Why,\n that's\nmurder\n.\"", "There was an unmistakable note of boyish admiration in Carmen's voice.\n \"He figured the thing would work like that. Separate the poles and you\n increase the size of the working area.\"", "\"I was in the Marines,\" Carmen said hotly. \"Listen, Professor, these\n aren't no Prohibition times. Not many people get made for a hit these", "But I shrewdly judged that Tony Carmen wouldn't ask an embarrassing\n \"how\" when he was incapable of understanding the explanation.", "\"That must be Arcivox now,\" Carmen growled. \"They have the best\n detectives in the business. You know what to tell them?\"", "This was Carmen's idea of a magnanimous offer for my invention. It\nwas\na pretty good offer—49% and my good health.", "of sport shirt Carmen wore. \"We have to dress inconspicuously in the\n service,\" he panted weakly.", "\"This was no test, Venetti. This was it. I just wiped out Harry Keno\n and his intimates right in the middle of their confidential squat.\"", "\"All right, I'll try to help you, Carmen. But ... that is, you didn't\n kill any of these people?\"\n\n\n He snorted. \"I haven't killed anybody since early 1943.\"", "\"I figured you could handle it,\" Carmen said, leaning back comfortably\n in the favorite chair of my bachelor apartment. \"I heard you were\n working on something to get rid of trash for the government.\"", "\"I agree,\" I said reluctantly.\n\n\n Tony Carmen spoke up. \"No, you don't, Professor. We don't agree to\n that.\"\n\n\n I waved his protests aside.", "\"Really, Mr. Carmen,\" I said, \"this isn't the sort of thing you discuss\n with a total stranger. I'm not a doctor—not of medicine, anyway—or a\n lawyer.\"", "\"Not,\" Carmen said, \"without no\ncorpus delecti\n.\"\n\n\n \"The body of the crime remains without the body of the victim,\" I\n remembered from my early Ellery Queen training." ], [ "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"Easy, Professor,\" Carmen said, effortlessly shoving me back with one\n palm. \"I'm not saying you have the machine rigged. It's just that", "\"Listen here, Carmen,\" I said, \"what makes you think these bodies are\n going somewhere? Think of it only as a kind of—incinerator.\"", "\"I figured you could handle it,\" Carmen said, leaning back comfortably\n in the favorite chair of my bachelor apartment. \"I heard you were\n working on something to get rid of trash for the government.\"", "\"Really, Mr. Carmen,\" I said, \"this isn't the sort of thing you discuss\n with a total stranger. I'm not a doctor—not of medicine, anyway—or a\n lawyer.\"", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "This was Carmen's idea of a magnanimous offer for my invention. It\nwas\na pretty good offer—49% and my good health.", "Carmen inhaled deeply. \"Okay. I'll risk it. Pretty long odds against\n any squeal on the play. How many of these things can you turn out,\n Professor?\"", "\"Good heavens. That's uncouthly old-fashioned of you, Carmen! Why,\n that's\nmurder\n.\"", "\"You call that working?\" I demanded. \"Do you realize what you have\n there, Carmen?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. A disintegrator ray, straight out of\nStartling Stories\n.\"", "of sport shirt Carmen wore. \"We have to dress inconspicuously in the\n service,\" he panted weakly.", "\"Listen, Professor,\" Carmen began, \"the Mafia—\"", "There was an unmistakable note of boyish admiration in Carmen's voice.\n \"He figured the thing would work like that. Separate the poles and you\n increase the size of the working area.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"You see my problem, Professor?\" Tony Carmen held his pinkly manicured,\n flashily ringed hands wide.", "I was beginning to get a trifle impatient. All those folk tales I had\n heard about the Mafia were getting more distant. \"See here, Carmen, I", "\"That must be Arcivox now,\" Carmen growled. \"They have the best\n detectives in the business. You know what to tell them?\"", "\"I own stock in a competitor. That's how I know,\" Carmen informed me.\n \"Listen, Professor, you can sell to Arcivox and still keep control of", "\"I was in the Marines,\" Carmen said hotly. \"Listen, Professor, these\n aren't no Prohibition times. Not many people get made for a hit these", "\"All right, I'll try to help you, Carmen. But ... that is, you didn't\n kill any of these people?\"\n\n\n He snorted. \"I haven't killed anybody since early 1943.\"", "\"Yeah, but how does it work?\" Tony Carmen demanded of me, sleeking his\n mirror-black hair and staring up at the disk-topped drum." ], [ "\"This was no test, Venetti. This was it. I just wiped out Harry Keno\n and his intimates right in the middle of their confidential squat.\"", "much. Machinegunning is hardly a less attractive fate to me than a poor\n security rating. To me, being dead professionally would be as bad as\n being dead biologically.\"", "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "The racketeer waved that suggestion aside. \"I'm talking about a big\n operation, Venetti. These things can take the place of incinerators,\n garbage disposals, waste baskets....\"", "\"What makes you think I'm any more afraid of the Mafia than I am of the\n F.B.I.? I may have already sealed my fate by letting you in on this", "\"Why do you care?\" I asked irritably. \"It will dispose of your bodies\n for you.\"", "\"Listen here, Carmen,\" I said, \"what makes you think these bodies are\n going somewhere? Think of it only as a kind of—incinerator.\"", "long. All the stories I had ever heard about the Mafia, true or false,\n built up an unendurable threat.", "\"Mass psychology isn't my strongest point,\" the young man said\n worriedly. \"But I suspect you may be right. Then—we'll be damned?\"", "\"He's not even indicted\nyou\n, Venetti. No, I got a feeler on this\n plant in the\nTimes\n.\"", "\"Good heavens. That's uncouthly old-fashioned of you, Carmen! Why,\n that's\nmurder\n.\"", "Mafia or not, I saw red. \"Are you daring to suggest that I am working\n some trick with trap doors or sliding panels?\"", "danger to the public, let them feel the heat rise themselves, and they\n will hoard Expendables against seizure and continue to use them, until\n we do burst into flame, as you put it so religiously.\"", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"I don't suppose you could just go to the police—\" I saw the answer in\n his eyes. \"No. I don't suppose you could.\"", "\"You didn't want anything to do with me in the first place.\" The thug's\n teeth flashed in the night. \"Throw your contraption into gear, buddy.\"", "\"I agree,\" I said reluctantly.\n\n\n Tony Carmen spoke up. \"No, you don't, Professor. We don't agree to\n that.\"\n\n\n I waved his protests aside.", "\"Here? You dragged me out here to see how you have prostituted my\n invention? I presume you've set it up with a 'Keep Our City Clean' sign\n pasted on it.\"", "\"I,\" I interjected, \"planned to call it the Venetti Machine.\"\n\n\n \"Professor, who calls the radio the Marconi these days?\"", "\"Certainly,\" I said, practising the power of positive thinking. \"Now\n that your world-wide testing laboratories have confirmed a vague fear" ], [ "\"I,\" I interjected, \"planned to call it the Venetti Machine.\"\n\n\n \"Professor, who calls the radio the Marconi these days?\"", "\"You mean square the operational field. Your idiot doesn't even know\n mechanics.\"\n\n\n \"No, but he knows all about how any kind of machine works.\"", "\"I've had experience in this sort of thing. We simply\nleak\nthe\n information to a few hundred well selected persons about all that your\n machine can do. We'll call 'em Expendables, because they can expend\n anything.\"", "\"Yes,\" I said at length. \"And why are we standing here letting those\n machines sit there?\"\nThere were two small items of interest to me in the Times the following\n morning.", "\"Here? You dragged me out here to see how you have prostituted my\n invention? I presume you've set it up with a 'Keep Our City Clean' sign\n pasted on it.\"", "\"You're talking too much, Professor,\" Tony suggested. \"Remember,\nyou\ndid it with\nyour\nmachine.\"", "\"Nuts! From what you said, the machine is like a TV set; it takes\n a lot of power to get it started, but then on it coasts on its own", "\"What have you done?\" I yelped, ripping the cover off the machine.\n\n\n Even under the uncertain illumination of the smogged stars I could see\n that the unit was half gone—in fact, exactly halved.", "That was the first time the tone of respect, even if faked, had gone\n out of his voice. I moved to the switchboard of my invention. What\n remained was as simple as adjusting a modern floor lamp to a medium\n light position. I flipped.", "\"Yes, they saw that the widespread use of your machines was responsible\n for the higher temperature. Your device violates the law of\n conservation of energy,\nseemingly\n. It\nseemingly\ndestroys matter\n without creating energy. Actually—\"", "\"But will the government let Arcivox have the machine for commercial\n use?\"\n\n\n \"The government would let Arcivox have the hydrogen bomb if they found\n a commercial use for it.\"", "\"The boys will have it set up in a minute,\" Tony the racketeer informed\n me.\n\n\n \"What?\" The firing squad?\n\n\n \"The Expendable, of course.\"", "\"You call that working?\" I demanded. \"Do you realize what you have\n there, Carmen?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. A disintegrator ray, straight out of\nStartling Stories\n.\"", "The machine was installed on the corner, half covered with a gloomy\n white shroud, and fearlessly plugged into the city lighting system via", "\"Easy, Professor,\" Carmen said, effortlessly shoving me back with one\n palm. \"I'm not saying you have the machine rigged. It's just that", "I flipped my machine into service once again. The lights flickered and\n held.\n\n\n The dials on my control board told me the story. It was hard to take.\n\n\n But there it was.", "\"You don't have to give a Geiger counter the sex appeal of a TV set or\n a hardtop convertible. We'll call them Expendables. No home will be\n complete without one.\"", "\"Yeah, but how does it work?\" Tony Carmen demanded of me, sleeking his\n mirror-black hair and staring up at the disk-topped drum.", "\"You didn't want anything to do with me in the first place.\" The thug's\n teeth flashed in the night. \"Throw your contraption into gear, buddy.\"", "sense of the word. Many of them used the external power of gravity,\n they would wear out or slow down in time from friction, but for the\n meanwhile, for some ten to two hundred years they would just sit there," ], [ "\"Good heavens. That's uncouthly old-fashioned of you, Carmen! Why,\n that's\nmurder\n.\"", "\"All right, I'll try to help you, Carmen. But ... that is, you didn't\n kill any of these people?\"\n\n\n He snorted. \"I haven't killed anybody since early 1943.\"", "\"Not,\" Carmen said, \"without no\ncorpus delecti\n.\"\n\n\n \"The body of the crime remains without the body of the victim,\" I\n remembered from my early Ellery Queen training.", "\"I was in the Marines,\" Carmen said hotly. \"Listen, Professor, these\n aren't no Prohibition times. Not many people get made for a hit these", "\"Listen here, Carmen,\" I said, \"what makes you think these bodies are\n going somewhere? Think of it only as a kind of—incinerator.\"", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "Now, in the middle of this, I was supposed to find a way to get rid of\n some damned bodies for Carmen.", "\"Listen, Professor,\" Carmen began, \"the Mafia—\"", "\"Easy, Professor,\" Carmen said, effortlessly shoving me back with one\n palm. \"I'm not saying you have the machine rigged. It's just that", "I was beginning to get a trifle impatient. All those folk tales I had\n heard about the Mafia were getting more distant. \"See here, Carmen, I", "\"That must be Arcivox now,\" Carmen growled. \"They have the best\n detectives in the business. You know what to tell them?\"", "Carmen was an uneducated lout and a criminal but he had an instinctive\n feel for the mechanics of physics.", "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "of sport shirt Carmen wore. \"We have to dress inconspicuously in the\n service,\" he panted weakly.", "\"I agree,\" I said reluctantly.\n\n\n Tony Carmen spoke up. \"No, you don't, Professor. We don't agree to\n that.\"\n\n\n I waved his protests aside.", "\"Really, Mr. Carmen,\" I said, \"this isn't the sort of thing you discuss\n with a total stranger. I'm not a doctor—not of medicine, anyway—or a\n lawyer.\"", "This was Carmen's idea of a magnanimous offer for my invention. It\nwas\na pretty good offer—49% and my good health.", "\"I figured you could handle it,\" Carmen said, leaning back comfortably\n in the favorite chair of my bachelor apartment. \"I heard you were\n working on something to get rid of trash for the government.\"", "\"Here?\" I spluttered once more. \"I told you, Carmen, I wanted nothing\n more to do with you. Your check is still on deposit....\"", "Carmen finally returned to the car, unlatched the door and slid in. He\n did not reinsert the ignition key. I did not feel like sprinting down\n the deserted street." ], [ "\"But will the government let Arcivox have the machine for commercial\n use?\"\n\n\n \"The government would let Arcivox have the hydrogen bomb if they found\n a commercial use for it.\"", "\"The public? Who cares about the public? The Arcivox corporation wants\n this machine of yours. They have their agents tracing the plant now.", "The racketeer waved that suggestion aside. \"I'm talking about a big\n operation, Venetti. These things can take the place of incinerators,\n garbage disposals, waste baskets....\"", "your entirely persuasive salesmen, I'm sure. This is part of the\n results of an investigation for the government. Washington will have\n to decide what to do with the machine.\"", "\"This was no test, Venetti. This was it. I just wiped out Harry Keno\n and his intimates right in the middle of their confidential squat.\"", "\"I,\" I interjected, \"planned to call it the Venetti Machine.\"\n\n\n \"Professor, who calls the radio the Marconi these days?\"", "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"He's not even indicted\nyou\n, Venetti. No, I got a feeler on this\n plant in the\nTimes\n.\"", "\"Here? You dragged me out here to see how you have prostituted my\n invention? I presume you've set it up with a 'Keep Our City Clean' sign\n pasted on it.\"", "\"I own stock in a competitor. That's how I know,\" Carmen informed me.\n \"Listen, Professor, you can sell to Arcivox and still keep control of", "\"Yes,\" I said at length. \"And why are we standing here letting those\n machines sit there?\"\nThere were two small items of interest to me in the Times the following\n morning.", "\"Perfect for disposing of unwanted bodies,\" I mused. \"The murder rate\n will go alarmingly with those devices within easy reach.\"\n\n\n \"Did that stop Sam Colt or Henry Ford?\" Tony Carmen asked reasonably....", "\"I've had experience in this sort of thing. We simply\nleak\nthe\n information to a few hundred well selected persons about all that your\n machine can do. We'll call 'em Expendables, because they can expend\n anything.\"", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"I can construct a duplicate of this device so that you may destroy the\n unwanted corpses that you would have me believe are delivered to you\n with the regularity of the morning milk run.\"", "\"Of course,\" he said smoothly \"you have to give this to Washington but\n there are\nways\n, Professor. I know. I'm a business man—\"\n\n\n \"You\nare\n?\" I said.", "The machine was installed on the corner, half covered with a gloomy\n white shroud, and fearlessly plugged into the city lighting system via", "\"Yes, they saw that the widespread use of your machines was responsible\n for the higher temperature. Your device violates the law of\n conservation of energy,\nseemingly\n. It\nseemingly\ndestroys matter\n without creating energy. Actually—\"", "\"Easy, Professor,\" Carmen said, effortlessly shoving me back with one\n palm. \"I'm not saying you have the machine rigged. It's just that", "\"That must be Arcivox now,\" Carmen growled. \"They have the best\n detectives in the business. You know what to tell them?\"" ], [ "\"This was no test, Venetti. This was it. I just wiped out Harry Keno\n and his intimates right in the middle of their confidential squat.\"", "\"The boys will have it set up in a minute,\" Tony the racketeer informed\n me.\n\n\n \"What?\" The firing squad?\n\n\n \"The Expendable, of course.\"", "danger to the public, let them feel the heat rise themselves, and they\n will hoard Expendables against seizure and continue to use them, until\n we do burst into flame, as you put it so religiously.\"", "I nodded understandingly. \"What does the heat have to do with the\n outlawing of the Expendables?\"", "\"The public? Who cares about the public? The Arcivox corporation wants\n this machine of yours. They have their agents tracing the plant now.", "\"He's not even indicted\nyou\n, Venetti. No, I got a feeler on this\n plant in the\nTimes\n.\"", "\"I've had experience in this sort of thing. We simply\nleak\nthe\n information to a few hundred well selected persons about all that your\n machine can do. We'll call 'em Expendables, because they can expend\n anything.\"", "The racketeer waved that suggestion aside. \"I'm talking about a big\n operation, Venetti. These things can take the place of incinerators,\n garbage disposals, waste baskets....\"", "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"That must be Arcivox now,\" Carmen growled. \"They have the best\n detectives in the business. You know what to tell them?\"", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"I was in the Marines,\" Carmen said hotly. \"Listen, Professor, these\n aren't no Prohibition times. Not many people get made for a hit these", "your entirely persuasive salesmen, I'm sure. This is part of the\n results of an investigation for the government. Washington will have\n to decide what to do with the machine.\"", "\"What makes you think I'm any more afraid of the Mafia than I am of the\n F.B.I.? I may have already sealed my fate by letting you in on this", "\"I can understand\nhonest\nItalian-Americans feeling that way. But guys\n like me know the Mafia is still with it. We can put the squeeze on\n marks like you pretty easy.\"", "\"Perfect for disposing of unwanted bodies,\" I mused. \"The murder rate\n will go alarmingly with those devices within easy reach.\"\n\n\n \"Did that stop Sam Colt or Henry Ford?\" Tony Carmen asked reasonably....", "\"Because Expendables are convenient. There is a ban on frivolous use\n of water due to the dire need. But the police still have to go stop", "\"I agree,\" I said reluctantly.\n\n\n Tony Carmen spoke up. \"No, you don't, Professor. We don't agree to\n that.\"\n\n\n I waved his protests aside.", "If he hoped to arouse the public into demanding my invention I\n doubted he would succeed. The public had been told repeatedly of a", "\"I don't suppose you could just go to the police—\" I saw the answer in\n his eyes. \"No. I don't suppose you could.\"" ] ]

[ "What is Rat's main reason for wanting to pilot the ship back to Earth?", "What are the two main reasons for the crew to return to Earth?", "Who talks Rat into defying Roberts' orders?", "In order to prevent as many medical issues as possible from occurring away from Earth, potential crew members must", "Judith is dying from", "What brought Judith to Mars in the first place?", "One fundamental issue they encounter on the journey back to Earth is ", "What is the problem with the water?", "How does Rat amaze everyone?" ]

[ [ "He is in love with Judith and needs to ensure her safe return to Earth.", "He feels a need to help those less fortunate than himself.", "He does not want Roberts to lose his job.", "He wants to escape his prison." ], [ "Two sick people require medical attention, and they want to get them back to Earth simultaneously.", "Nurse Grey must answer for her charge becoming ill while in her care.", "A sick person needs medical attention, and they need to return Rat to prison on Earth.", "Rat must be returned to prison on Earth, and the crew needs to get more supplies to sustain them." ], [ "No one. Rat decides on his own.", "Peterson", "Nurse Gray", "Judith" ], [ "have all of their unnecessary organs removed.", "agree to quarantine themselves if they become ill, and if they cannot be cured, they are to take their own lives.", "complete a rigorous medical examination before leaving Earth.", "Be vaccinated against space viruses." ], [ "internal poisoning from one of her organs.", "a gunshot.", "Martian fever.", "an injury she received when she landed." ], [ "She was on an educational trip for college.", "She ran away to meet Rat on Mars", "She was out on an adventure, and she crashed when she became ill.", "She was traveling to meet her father on Mars." ], [ "They must ration their water to have enough to make the trip, and some of what they have is tainted.", "Rat is more concerned with his escape than getting the others back to Earth.", "They are going to run out of fuel before they can get to Earth.", "Judith is much sicker than they originally anticipated, and she is not going to live." ], [ "It boils due to the atmospheric changes, and it becomes undrinkable.", "It contains microorganisms that will make them ill.", "One of the crew members has siphoned off too much, leaving the others without enough to sustain them.", "Greasball forgot to rinse the fuel from the tank." ], [ "He approaches Earth much faster than anticipated.", "His love for Judith drives him to do the unthinkable in terms of sacrificing himself for her.", "He never sleeps or eats.", "He kills half of the crew to have enough water for him and Judith to make the trip." ] ]

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[ [ "Rat refused the expected answer. \"Land tonight, I think. Never been to\n Earth before. Somebody meet us, I think.\"", "you\n!\" He laughed with real satisfaction. \"Oh yes, Rat, they'll be\n somebody waiting for us all right.\" And then he added: \"If we land.\"", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "be in it too, right along side of that sick girl in there! And Rat,\n get this:\nI'm\ngoing to pilot that ship. Understand? Consulate or", "Gladney unexpectedly exploded. He had been awake for a long time,\n watching Rat at the board. Wrenching loose a chest strap he attempted\n to sit up.", "\"Police not get me, Gladney. Gladney's memory damn punk, I think. Earth\n pretty nice place, maybe. But not for Rat.\"", "\"Very! She is becoming worse. I'm afraid to wait until daylight.\n And ... well, we want\nyou\nto pilot it! She refuses to risk\n Mr. Roberds' job. She favors you.\"", "The Chief Consul nodded. \"It does, usually. But this was a freak case.\n It would take hours to explain. However, I'll just sum it up in one\n word: politics. Politics, with which Rat had no connection saved him.\"", "Rat watched the white, drawn face swing in the hammock beside him. And\n his hands never faltered on the controls.", "\"Oh, we land.\" Rat confided, glad to share a secret.\n\n\n \"Yeah,\" Gladney grated. \"But in how many little pieces?\"", "\"Rat! Damn you Rat, listen to me!\nWhen're you going to start braking\n,\n Rat?\"", "Rat ignored this and asked one of her. \"What you and her doing up\n there?\" He pointed back and up, to where Mars obliterated the stars.", "\"Not brake,\" Rat answered sullenly. \"No, not brake.\"", "tanks. Live on concentrates. Earth hospital fix bellyache afterwards,\n allright. I pilot ship. Yes?\"", "\"You catch on quick,\" Rat nodded. \"This six day, don't you know?\"\n\n\n Gladney sank back, exhausted. The nurse crept over to the pilot.\n \"Getting your figures mixed, aren't you?\"", "Gladney sat up. He had heard the conversation between the two. \"You're\n right, Rat. No one would have believed you then, and no one will now.", "\"There isn't any left, Rat.\"\n\n\n Rat batted his tired eyes expressively. \"Tasted punk,\" he grinned at\n her.\n\n\n She sat down on the floor suddenly and buried her face.", "Roberds lit his pipe, and carefully hid his emotions. He knew Peterson\n was harboring the same thoughts. Eight days in space, in a small ship", "meant for two, and built for planetary surface flights. Eight days in\n that untrustworthy crate, hurtling to save the lives of that girl and\n Gladney.", "\"Grit your teeth and hold on! Here we go.\" She picked up the blanketed\n girl in both arms and walked to the window. Rat took the girl easily as\n she was swung out, the blackness hid them both. But he appeared again\n instantly." ], [ "meant for two, and built for planetary surface flights. Eight days in\n that untrustworthy crate, hurtling to save the lives of that girl and\n Gladney.", "\"They will be in, in a day or two. Peterson will beat it over to Base\n station for repairs, and to notify Earth we're coming. He'll be all\n right.\"", "Rat refused the expected answer. \"Land tonight, I think. Never been to\n Earth before. Somebody meet us, I think.\"", "Roberds lit his pipe, and carefully hid his emotions. He knew Peterson\n was harboring the same thoughts. Eight days in space, in a small ship", "handle. But the cruise ended when she lost control of the ship because\n of an attack of space-appendicitis. The rest you know.\"", "\"I'll be damned if I'm going to lie here and let you drive us to Orion!\n We must be near the half-way line! When are you going to start braking?\"", "PRISON PLANET\nBy BOB TUCKER\nTo remain on Mars meant death from agonizing\n\n space-sickness, but Earth-surgery lay\n\n days of flight away. And there was only", "has to be taken to a hospital quickly! And it's her luck to be landed\n on a planet that doesn't boast even one! So it's Earth ... or she", "\"I've never been to Earth before. Nice, I think.\" Patti Gray caught\n something new in the tone and stared at him. Gladney must have noticed\n it, too.", "no Consulate, job or no job, I'm wheeling that crate to Earth because\n this is an emergency. And the emergency happens to be bigger than my", "\"I see your point, and appreciate it,\" Gray cut in. \"But now what? This\n deceleration business ... there is a whole lot I don't know, but some\n things I do!\"", "\"—he on Mars. I here. Boss nuts, too sad. He drive, it be eight days.\n Now only six.\" He cast a glance at Judith and found her eyes closed.\n \"Six days, no brake. No.\"", "tanks. Live on concentrates. Earth hospital fix bellyache afterwards,\n allright. I pilot ship. Yes?\"", "\"Back for another man. Remember the two miners who found us when we\n crashed? The burly one fell off a rock-bank as they were bringing us", "Once, a sudden, frightening change of pitch in the rockets and a wild,\n sickening lurch. Meteor rain. Maddening, plunging swings to the far", "\"But what makes it so hot?\" She worked her mouth to dry-rinse the taste\n of the fuel.\n\n\n \"Ship get hot. Water on sun side. H-m-m-m-m-m-m.\"", "You've been safe enough on Mars, but the police will nab you as soon as\n you get out of the ship.\"", "\"I can take it.\" Suddenly she smiled, wanly. \"I was with the Fleet. How\n long will it take?\"\n\n\n \"Eight days, in\nthat\nship.\"", "why\nof that law the hard way, just as you are doing, and\n lived to remember it. Until hospitals are built on this forlorn world,", "\"Lie still! We go. Boss get wise.\" With lightning fingers he flicked\n several switches on the panel, turned to her. \"Hold belly. Zoom!\"" ], [ "\"Rat,\" she said presently, \"I want to ask you something, rather\n personal? Your ... name. 'Rat'? Roberds told me something about your", "\"No talk!\" Rat insisted. \"Much hush-hush needed. Other girl shipshape.\n You make likewise.\" Forcibly he shoved her into a hammock. \"Wrap up", "\"Who was that ... man? The one you put out?\" Gray asked.\n\n\n \"We call him Rat,\" Roberds said.", "\"Not brake,\" Rat answered sullenly. \"No, not brake.\"", "Roberds nodded at him. \"Stick with it!\" and jerked a thumb at Rat\n outside. Grease nodded understanding.", "\"Okay, Rat, you can go to bed now.\" He dropped the ladder against the\n wall and sat on it. \"Good night.\" He watched Rat walk slowly away.", "The Chief Consul nodded. \"It does, usually. But this was a freak case.\n It would take hours to explain. However, I'll just sum it up in one\n word: politics. Politics, with which Rat had no connection saved him.\"", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "you\n!\" He laughed with real satisfaction. \"Oh yes, Rat, they'll be\n somebody waiting for us all right.\" And then he added: \"If we land.\"", "She swung a vicious boot and missed by inches. Rat grinned, and made\n his way aft, hand over hand. He treaded cautiously along the deck. \"Do", "\"Rat! Damn you Rat, listen to me!\nWhen're you going to start braking\n,\n Rat?\"", "He grinned again and waggled his head at her. \"No. Who tell Rat?\"\n Suddenly he was deadly serious as he spoke to her. \"Rat a.w.o.l., go", "\"Damned rat!\" he whispered harshly. \"They ought to make a law forcing\n him to wear dark glasses!\"\n\n\n Roberds smiled wearily. \"His eyes do get a man, don't they?\"", "Roberds shook his head. \"He didn't take part in it. But Rat was\n attached to a very important office at the time, the outpost watch.", "\"Grit your teeth and hold on! Here we go.\" She picked up the blanketed\n girl in both arms and walked to the window. Rat took the girl easily as\n she was swung out, the blackness hid them both. But he appeared again\n instantly.", "\"Shut up!\" Rat cut him off sharply. \"You talk too much.\" He cast a\n glance at Nurse Gray and then threw a meaning look at Gladney.", "Rat shook his head and said nothing.\n\n\n \"But Roberds said eight days, and he—\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"Listen, Rat!\" Roberds said, \"what\nI\nsay goes around here. It doesn't", "\"Sorry!\" Rat whispered.\n\n\n \"Shut up and drive!\" she cried.\n\n\n \"Patti ...\" Judith called out, in pain.", "\"Flip-flop.\" He could talk with his hands as well. \"Hot side over like\n pancake.\" Rat hobbled over to the board and sat down. An experimental" ], [ "PRISON PLANET\nBy BOB TUCKER\nTo remain on Mars meant death from agonizing\n\n space-sickness, but Earth-surgery lay\n\n days of flight away. And there was only", "why\nof that law the hard way, just as you are doing, and\n lived to remember it. Until hospitals are built on this forlorn world,", "handle. But the cruise ended when she lost control of the ship because\n of an attack of space-appendicitis. The rest you know.\"", "has to be taken to a hospital quickly! And it's her luck to be landed\n on a planet that doesn't boast even one! So it's Earth ... or she", "tanks. Live on concentrates. Earth hospital fix bellyache afterwards,\n allright. I pilot ship. Yes?\"", "Roberds lit his pipe, and carefully hid his emotions. He knew Peterson\n was harboring the same thoughts. Eight days in space, in a small ship", "\"How about these men that live and work here?\"\n\n\n \"They never get here until they've been through the mill first.\n Adenoids, appendix', all the extra parts they can get along without.\"", "\"—he on Mars. I here. Boss nuts, too sad. He drive, it be eight days.\n Now only six.\" He cast a glance at Judith and found her eyes closed.\n \"Six days, no brake. No.\"", "meant for two, and built for planetary surface flights. Eight days in\n that untrustworthy crate, hurtling to save the lives of that girl and\n Gladney.", "\"I'll be damned if I'm going to lie here and let you drive us to Orion!\n We must be near the half-way line! When are you going to start braking?\"", "\"No,\" he waved. \"No appendix. Never nowhere appendix.\"\n\n\n \"Then Mother Nature has finally woke up!\" she exclaimed. \"But why do\n Centaurians rate it exclusively?\"", "\"Lie still! We go. Boss get wise.\" With lightning fingers he flicked\n several switches on the panel, turned to her. \"Hold belly. Zoom!\"", "\"I can take it.\" Suddenly she smiled, wanly. \"I was with the Fleet. How\n long will it take?\"\n\n\n \"Eight days, in\nthat\nship.\"", "crept a slow-torturing substitute. As the ship revolved, monotonously,\n first the ceiling and then the floor took on dullish, maddening\n aspects, eyes ached continuously from staring at them time and again", "\"yes. Sparingly. Four hours every time, maybe.\" Back to Gray. \"You,\n me ... twice a day. Too bad.\" His eyes drifted aft to the tank of", "\"They will be in, in a day or two. Peterson will beat it over to Base\n station for repairs, and to notify Earth we're coming. He'll be all\n right.\"", "\"Appendix. Something about this atmosphere sends it haywire. The thing\n itself isn't diseased, but it starts manufacturing poison. Patient dies\n in a week unless it is taken out.\"", "\"I've never been to Earth before. Nice, I think.\" Patti Gray caught\n something new in the tone and stared at him. Gladney must have noticed\n it, too.", "\"No talk!\" Rat insisted. \"Much hush-hush needed. Other girl shipshape.\n You make likewise.\" Forcibly he shoved her into a hammock. \"Wrap up", "a precious step to escape a rolled up fist. \"Little ship carry four\n nice. Rip out lockers and bunks. Swing hammocks. Put fuel in water" ], [ "\"Judith?\" she asked.\n\n\n \"Here. Beside you, trussed up so tight I can hardly breathe.\"", "\"No!\" Judith moaned. \"No!\" Gray smiled in the darkness and began\n wrapping the blankets around her. A light tapping at the window", "\"Well,\" Judith said. \"I've certainly learned my lesson!\"\n\n\n Gray didn't answer, but from out of the darkness surrounding her came a\n sound remarkably resembling a snort.", "him, dazed. He kicked her. \"Get up!\" The tepid water ran off her face\n and far away she heard Judith calling.... She forced herself up. Rat\n was back in the chair.", "\"—he on Mars. I here. Boss nuts, too sad. He drive, it be eight days.\n Now only six.\" He cast a glance at Judith and found her eyes closed.\n \"Six days, no brake. No.\"", "\"Sorry!\" Rat whispered.\n\n\n \"Shut up and drive!\" she cried.\n\n\n \"Patti ...\" Judith called out, in pain.", "She loosened a few straps and twisted over. Judith was still out, her\n face tensed in pain. Gray bit her lip and twisted the other way. The\n Centaurian was grinning at her.", "\"Hey! Where are you going now?\"\n\n\n \"To get Gladney. He sick too. Hush hush!\" His voice floated back.\n\n\n \"Where has he gone?\" Judith called.", "She ran over to the girl. \"Judith, if you want to back down, now is the\n time. He'll be back in a moment.\"", "She fell face first to the floor. \"I can't keep it up!\" she cried. The\n sound of her voice rolled along the hot steel deck. \"I cant! I cant!\"", "dies. I'd feel a lot better too if we could get Gladney to a hospital,\n I'm not too confident of that patching job.\" He pulled a pipe from a", "the knowledge that water was precious, a thirst increased by a\n dried-up-in-the-mouth sensation. Their first drink was strangely\n bitter; tragically disappointing. Patti Gray suddenly swung upright in", "\"Gray?\" Judith asked fearfully.\n\n\n \"Yes?\"\n\n\n \"Hasn't the pilot been gone an awfully long time?\"", "The nurse came out of the door.\n\n\n \"How is she?\" Roberds asked.\n\n\n \"Sleeping,\" Gray whispered. \"But sinking....\"", "\"There isn't any left, Rat.\"\n\n\n Rat batted his tired eyes expressively. \"Tasted punk,\" he grinned at\n her.\n\n\n She sat down on the floor suddenly and buried her face.", "He faced about. \"For her—\" nodding to Judith, \"and him—\" to Gladney,", "the vacancy. Nurse Gray sat up and rubbed a painful spot that had\n suddenly appeared on her arm. She found her nose bleeding and another\n new, swelling bruise on the side of her head. Around her the place was", "\"I hear you.\" He turned on Gladney with dulled eyes. \"Lie down. You\n sick.\"", "Gray nodded and went to the faucet. The drumming seemed remote, the\n tension vanished. She was an uncommonly long time in returning, at last\n she appeared beside him, outstretched hands dry.", "water. She followed. \"One tank water. All the rest fuel. Too bad, too\n bad. We get thirsty I think.\"\nThey did get thirsty, soon. A damnable hot thirst accented by" ], [ "\"—he on Mars. I here. Boss nuts, too sad. He drive, it be eight days.\n Now only six.\" He cast a glance at Judith and found her eyes closed.\n \"Six days, no brake. No.\"", "\"As to who he is ... well, just one of those freaks from up around\n Centauria somewhere. He's been hanging around all the fields and dumps\n on Mars a long time, finally landed up here.\"", "Rat ignored this and asked one of her. \"What you and her doing up\n there?\" He pointed back and up, to where Mars obliterated the stars.", "You've been safe enough on Mars, but the police will nab you as soon as\n you get out of the ship.\"", "meant for two, and built for planetary surface flights. Eight days in\n that untrustworthy crate, hurtling to save the lives of that girl and\n Gladney.", "She loosened a few straps and twisted over. Judith was still out, her\n face tensed in pain. Gray bit her lip and twisted the other way. The\n Centaurian was grinning at her.", "PRISON PLANET\nBy BOB TUCKER\nTo remain on Mars meant death from agonizing\n\n space-sickness, but Earth-surgery lay\n\n days of flight away. And there was only", "\"Judith?\" she asked.\n\n\n \"Here. Beside you, trussed up so tight I can hardly breathe.\"", "\"Well,\" Judith said. \"I've certainly learned my lesson!\"\n\n\n Gray didn't answer, but from out of the darkness surrounding her came a\n sound remarkably resembling a snort.", "\"I've never been to Earth before. Nice, I think.\" Patti Gray caught\n something new in the tone and stared at him. Gladney must have noticed\n it, too.", "handle. But the cruise ended when she lost control of the ship because\n of an attack of space-appendicitis. The rest you know.\"", "him, dazed. He kicked her. \"Get up!\" The tepid water ran off her face\n and far away she heard Judith calling.... She forced herself up. Rat\n was back in the chair.", "has to be taken to a hospital quickly! And it's her luck to be landed\n on a planet that doesn't boast even one! So it's Earth ... or she", "The Centaurian moved sideways and pointed. Gray placed her eyes in the\n vacated position.\n\n\n \"Earth!\" she shouted.\n\n\n \"Quite. Nice. Do me a favor?\"", "She ran over to the girl. \"Judith, if you want to back down, now is the\n time. He'll be back in a moment.\"", "And when Mad Barry Sansan and his gang of thugs swooped down on the\n Ganymedean colony, there was no warning. Our friend Rat was AWOL.", "a surface rocket in which to escape—with\n\n a traitorous Ganymedean for its pilot.\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "why\nof that law the hard way, just as you are doing, and\n lived to remember it. Until hospitals are built on this forlorn world,", "Rat refused the expected answer. \"Land tonight, I think. Never been to\n Earth before. Somebody meet us, I think.\"", "He faced about. \"For her—\" nodding to Judith, \"and him—\" to Gladney," ], [ "Roberds lit his pipe, and carefully hid his emotions. He knew Peterson\n was harboring the same thoughts. Eight days in space, in a small ship", "Rat refused the expected answer. \"Land tonight, I think. Never been to\n Earth before. Somebody meet us, I think.\"", "handle. But the cruise ended when she lost control of the ship because\n of an attack of space-appendicitis. The rest you know.\"", "\"I'll be damned if I'm going to lie here and let you drive us to Orion!\n We must be near the half-way line! When are you going to start braking?\"", "\"—he on Mars. I here. Boss nuts, too sad. He drive, it be eight days.\n Now only six.\" He cast a glance at Judith and found her eyes closed.\n \"Six days, no brake. No.\"", "meant for two, and built for planetary surface flights. Eight days in\n that untrustworthy crate, hurtling to save the lives of that girl and\n Gladney.", "\"I've never been to Earth before. Nice, I think.\" Patti Gray caught\n something new in the tone and stared at him. Gladney must have noticed\n it, too.", "Once, a sudden, frightening change of pitch in the rockets and a wild,\n sickening lurch. Meteor rain. Maddening, plunging swings to the far", "water. She followed. \"One tank water. All the rest fuel. Too bad, too\n bad. We get thirsty I think.\"\nThey did get thirsty, soon. A damnable hot thirst accented by", "The Centaurian moved sideways and pointed. Gray placed her eyes in the\n vacated position.\n\n\n \"Earth!\" she shouted.\n\n\n \"Quite. Nice. Do me a favor?\"", "\"They will be in, in a day or two. Peterson will beat it over to Base\n station for repairs, and to notify Earth we're coming. He'll be all\n right.\"", "\"But what makes it so hot?\" She worked her mouth to dry-rinse the taste\n of the fuel.\n\n\n \"Ship get hot. Water on sun side. H-m-m-m-m-m-m.\"", "tanks. Live on concentrates. Earth hospital fix bellyache afterwards,\n allright. I pilot ship. Yes?\"", "has to be taken to a hospital quickly! And it's her luck to be landed\n on a planet that doesn't boast even one! So it's Earth ... or she", "PRISON PLANET\nBy BOB TUCKER\nTo remain on Mars meant death from agonizing\n\n space-sickness, but Earth-surgery lay\n\n days of flight away. And there was only", "\"I see your point, and appreciate it,\" Gray cut in. \"But now what? This\n deceleration business ... there is a whole lot I don't know, but some\n things I do!\"", "\"Back for another man. Remember the two miners who found us when we\n crashed? The burly one fell off a rock-bank as they were bringing us", "crept a slow-torturing substitute. As the ship revolved, monotonously,\n first the ceiling and then the floor took on dullish, maddening\n aspects, eyes ached continuously from staring at them time and again", "\"Lie still! We go. Boss get wise.\" With lightning fingers he flicked\n several switches on the panel, turned to her. \"Hold belly. Zoom!\"", "\"Faugh!\" Gray sprang back, forgot herself and lost her balance, sat\n down on the deck and spat out the water. \"It's hot! It tastes like hell\n and it's hot! It must be fuel!\"" ], [ "water. She followed. \"One tank water. All the rest fuel. Too bad, too\n bad. We get thirsty I think.\"\nThey did get thirsty, soon. A damnable hot thirst accented by", "the knowledge that water was precious, a thirst increased by a\n dried-up-in-the-mouth sensation. Their first drink was strangely\n bitter; tragically disappointing. Patti Gray suddenly swung upright in", "\"But how about water?\" she demanded next. \"Is there enough?\"", "Rat applied his lips to the tap and sampled. Coming up with a mouthful\n he swished it around on his tongue like mouthwash. Abruptly he", "\"Faugh!\" Gray sprang back, forgot herself and lost her balance, sat\n down on the deck and spat out the water. \"It's hot! It tastes like hell\n and it's hot! It must be fuel!\"", "They stood there glaring idiotically at each other.\n\n\n She burst out laughing. \"They even threw the drinking cups out!\" Rat\n inched the handle grudgingly and she applied lips to the faucet.", "Gray nodded and went to the faucet. The drumming seemed remote, the\n tension vanished. She was an uncommonly long time in returning, at last\n she appeared beside him, outstretched hands dry.", "\"Well...?\"\n\n\n \"Well, nothing. Stall. Keep water longer.\"", "\"No. I mean yes, I think. Water, no doubt. Yes. Fuel out, water in.\n Swish-swush. Dammit, Greaseball forget to wash tank!\"", "A double handful of tepid water was thrown in her face. \"Get up!\" Rat\n stood over her, face twisted, his body hunched. \"Get up!\" She stared at", "No, not quite. A wispy something was hanging just out of sight in\n the corner of the eye; the water tap was now moulded\nupward", "\"Just name it!\"\n\n\n \"Not drink long time. Some water?\"", "\"But what makes it so hot?\" She worked her mouth to dry-rinse the taste\n of the fuel.\n\n\n \"Ship get hot. Water on sun side. H-m-m-m-m-m-m.\"", "him, dazed. He kicked her. \"Get up!\" The tepid water ran off her face\n and far away she heard Judith calling.... She forced herself up. Rat\n was back in the chair.", "like this,\" he called over his shoulder. \"Gravity punk too. Back and\n under, gravity.\" He waited until she joined him at the water tap.", "words uttered in pain, fatigue and temper. Fractiousness. A hot,\n confined, stale hell. Sleep became a hollow mockery, as bad water", "The girl did not answer then and a hushed expectancy fell over the\n ship. Somewhere aft a small motor was running. Wind whistled past the\n open lock.", "sameness of the poorly filtered air, a growing taint in the nostrils.\n Damp warm skin, reeking blankets. The taste of fuel in the mouth for", "\"For cripes sakes, Jehosaphat!\" Gladney groaned. \"Turn me over on my\n back! Do something!\" Gray stood on tiptoes and just could pivot the\n hammocks on their rope-axis.", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed." ], [ "Two people, tightly wrapped and bound in hammocks, were staring down at\n her, amazed, swinging on their stomachs. Craning further, she saw Rat.\n He was hanging upside down in the chair, grinning at her in reverse.", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "The Chief Consul nodded. \"It does, usually. But this was a freak case.\n It would take hours to explain. However, I'll just sum it up in one\n word: politics. Politics, with which Rat had no connection saved him.\"", "\"Okay, Rat, you can go to bed now.\" He dropped the ladder against the\n wall and sat on it. \"Good night.\" He watched Rat walk slowly away.", "Rat applied his lips to the tap and sampled. Coming up with a mouthful\n he swished it around on his tongue like mouthwash. Abruptly he", "She swung a vicious boot and missed by inches. Rat grinned, and made\n his way aft, hand over hand. He treaded cautiously along the deck. \"Do", "Gladney unexpectedly exploded. He had been awake for a long time,\n watching Rat at the board. Wrenching loose a chest strap he attempted\n to sit up.", "Rat watched the white, drawn face swing in the hammock beside him. And\n his hands never faltered on the controls.", "\"Grit your teeth and hold on! Here we go.\" She picked up the blanketed\n girl in both arms and walked to the window. Rat took the girl easily as\n she was swung out, the blackness hid them both. But he appeared again\n instantly.", "\"Who was that ... man? The one you put out?\" Gray asked.\n\n\n \"We call him Rat,\" Roberds said.", "you\n!\" He laughed with real satisfaction. \"Oh yes, Rat, they'll be\n somebody waiting for us all right.\" And then he added: \"If we land.\"", "He grinned again and waggled his head at her. \"No. Who tell Rat?\"\n Suddenly he was deadly serious as he spoke to her. \"Rat a.w.o.l., go", "\"Damned rat!\" he whispered harshly. \"They ought to make a law forcing\n him to wear dark glasses!\"\n\n\n Roberds smiled wearily. \"His eyes do get a man, don't they?\"", "\"Rat! Damn you Rat, listen to me!\nWhen're you going to start braking\n,\n Rat?\"", "They stood there glaring idiotically at each other.\n\n\n She burst out laughing. \"They even threw the drinking cups out!\" Rat\n inched the handle grudgingly and she applied lips to the faucet.", "Rat stepped back, astonished. \"She?\"", "\"Rat,\" she said presently, \"I want to ask you something, rather\n personal? Your ... name. 'Rat'? Roberds told me something about your", "\"Oh, we land.\" Rat confided, glad to share a secret.\n\n\n \"Yeah,\" Gladney grated. \"But in how many little pieces?\"", "Roberds nodded at him. \"Stick with it!\" and jerked a thumb at Rat\n outside. Grease nodded understanding.", "Gladney sat up. He had heard the conversation between the two. \"You're\n right, Rat. No one would have believed you then, and no one will now." ] ]

[ "How do the dynamics of the silth couple differ from conventional couples in today's time?", "How many of the species remain in existence?", "Arnek knows that he would have died many years ago had it not been for", "What do the humans remind Arnek of?", "What effect does the human weapon have on the silths?", "What makes Ptarra realize that they can use the humans as their hosts?", "Why is Ptarra also hopeful for the pair if they can take the humans over to be their hosts?", "What are the silths afraid will happen if the humans catch them during their hibernation period prior to entering their bodies?", "What is the tragic mistake that the silth pair make in regards to their new hosts?" ]

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[ [ "new silth forms. Now there was only the one pair—Arnek and Ptarra.", "And then had come the hunt for new silth forms, since the trip had aged\n the others beyond the power of reproduction, in spite of all their\n precautions.", "having her force him to adapt to this present silth. While he had been\n ready to accept assimilation, she had fought with him and with her own\n transformation, refusing to admit even his intuition that their race", "higher fertility than I hoped if they can think of it while sick.\" Then\n her thoughts sharpened. \"Take over your silth!\"", "\"Twice,\" Ptarra said. \"I've just realized my silth is a male, as you\n suggested it might be. Amusing, reversing the sexes, isn't it?\"", "him out of his torpor. He felt half sick, and he could vaguely sense\n that the new silth was fevered and uncomfortable. But, amazingly, it", "Certainly no newly budded anna could survive the metamorphosis into\n these awkward bodies; that had been almost impossible for mature\n powers. Nor could a young anna survive long without a silth.", "logical enough for understanding. I can even control the silth when she\n isn't aware.\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe male silth plodded forward wearily at sixty miles an hour, pausing", "Ptarra nodded. \"They're coming. After four hundred years, we have\n a chance. New silths to breed. A chance to reproduce ourselves and", "silth had been. These were like coming home to a friendly world, in a\n universe that had died too long ago and far away. For a time, he was\n almost glad that he had not died with it.", "Night had fallen before Ptarra was satisfied. The two silths moved\n forward as softly as they could, but the loud breathing noises went on,\n and there was no stir of alarm anywhere on the mental band.", "\"There is food and water near if we have to rouse from hibernation\n while we grow into these silths,\" Ptarra reported. \"Now—help me if you\n can.\"", "A hundred of the marvelously adapted silths of their universe had\n survived the eons of suspended animation to preserve their occupants.", "smaller one lay supine, but the larger human faced the two silths,\n holding his pitiful weapon, and waited grimly until they were almost\n within reach. This time the explosive pellets were aimed for their eyes.", "Left to himself, Arnek would have perished long ago. Their hope of\n retraining the clumsy forelegs of the silth forms had proved futile,", "control his new silth yet. He'd have to revise when the silth awoke, he\n told himself.", "Inside the silth, the two-pound network of converted nerve cells that\n was Arnek brooded darkly in self-pity and resentment against the", "She began shifting at once. The silth gasped and tried to thresh about\n in death as Ptarra released control. Arnek sighed to himself and began\n to follow.", "inflexible female logic of his mate. Ptarra had won her point, as she\n always did; now she might at least have shown some consideration for\n him and his silth!" ], [ "Finding a silth form was never easy. There had been only three animals\n that had served in their entire old galaxy. Only a creature with", "be enough of them. They probably have half a dozen to a litter twice\n a year, like most small forms. Possibly billions of them can live on\n a single planet. And since they're colonizing other worlds like this", "They had toured a quadrant of the new galaxy, studying planet after\n planet, before they found this world. Here the great beasts were", "It was obviously too small to be more than a message carrier. Yet, as\n he looked more closely, he could see motion. Two tiny creatures, not", "A hundred of the marvelously adapted silths of their universe had\n survived the eons of suspended animation to preserve their occupants.", "later arrivals could find us. Now come on. We've got to chase the\n creatures around today until they're tired enough to sleep soundly. And\n don't let them get near that ship, either!\"", "At the last moment, moved by a sudden impulse, Arnek dropped his head\n lower and retracted his neck to soften the blow. He felt the human\n midge strike against his snout and go caromming off, to land fifty feet\n away.", "In the hunt, Arnek had long since become only an extension of his\n dominant mate. Now he folded his forelegs and dropped his head and neck\n into a javelin aimed between humans and ships. The smaller of the two\n was almost at the ramp.", "only long enough to uproot and wolf down one of the rare scrub trees\n directly in its path. Its three hundred tons of massive body shook\n the ground as the great hind legs thumped along, and every cell of it", "more than six feet in height, were scurrying around near the base.\n Bright patches of fur or decoration covered them, and they seemed to\n move on two of their four limbs.", "this galaxy. Eight thousand of them had set out, leaving behind a\n small, ancient universe being wrecked by the horror of an exploding\n supernova. They had been driven out from the planetary conquests of a", "Ptarra nodded. \"They're coming. After four hundred years, we have\n a chance. New silths to breed. A chance to reproduce ourselves and", "Four hundred years! And now—now, he thought, he was tired. It no\n longer mattered. His home lay in ruins eons away. Let Ptarra worry", "This time Ptarra showed no amusement. Her great head shook in\n puzzlement. \"About one time in ten thousand a crazy male hunch comes", "a single planet swung in orbit—a planet with food but no dangerous\n animal life. And there they could wait and grow strong, and multiply\n as their silths multiplied. They could reach it almost as soon as they", "\"Be sure you take the smaller male body,\" she warned again.\n\n\n \"Unless that's the female. You found evolution different in these\n creatures once,\" he reminded her.", "several pounds of nerve tissues could hold the nuclear proteins of the\n sentient annas. And that required huge creatures, since nerve tissue\n was always so thinly scattered in normal flesh.", "human. \"Be glad you can twitch. Some bug we picked up, but it's better\n than being eaten. We're in the clover, kid. Maybe we still got more cop", "Left to himself, Arnek would have perished long ago. Their hope of\n retraining the clumsy forelegs of the silth forms had proved futile,", "ships tailing us, but let 'em look. When they find the dinosaurs and\n what's left of our ship, they'll stop looking. The heat's going to be" ], [ "\"I remember,\" Arnek agreed wearily. He'd had the whole routine drilled\n into him repeatedly until he was sick of it. It was like the horror of", "Arnek took off. His hunger had so far failed to weaken him, and he was\n covering the ground at two hundred miles an hour before the little\n vehicle had picked up a tenth of that speed.", "Arnek moved forward to help, but she waved him back impatiently, and he\n waited meekly until she finished. She was right, of course. As a male,", "At the last moment, moved by a sudden impulse, Arnek dropped his head\n lower and retracted his neck to soften the blow. He felt the human\n midge strike against his snout and go caromming off, to land fifty feet\n away.", "Left to himself, Arnek would have perished long ago. Their hope of\n retraining the clumsy forelegs of the silth forms had proved futile,", "It was a bitter day for Arnek. His stomach protested, and by the end of\n the chase, his legs were beginning to weaken. But ahead of them, the", "There was no answer to such logic, other than the vague discontent\n Arnek felt. And he knew that was only because of his envy of the", "multiply. A new universe for our own.\" There was immense satisfaction\n with self in her thoughts. \"Well, I earned it!\"\nArnek could not deny it. It had been more than four hundred years in", "It all seemed quite logical, but Arnek felt a tension of intuition\n along his entire nerve network. No anna had ever used a silth capable", "Arnek shivered down the length of his nerves with an ancient distaste\n for crawling things. \"Let's go back,\" he suggested uneasily. \"There's\n nothing here for us, and I'm hungry.\"", "In the hunt, Arnek had long since become only an extension of his\n dominant mate. Now he folded his forelegs and dropped his head and neck\n into a javelin aimed between humans and ships. The smaller of the two\n was almost at the ramp.", "The bowl was bright in the glare of the orange sunlight, but at first\n Arnek saw nothing. Then, as his gaze swept back toward the nearer\n section, he blinked his great eyes, only half believing what they\n registered.", "Arnek could have squashed them with a single thrust of his leg. But\n he stood irresolutely, observing the garments and headgear they wore,", "Let them go.\"\nArnek felt the faint, murky mental signals so low on the band, and he\n knew Ptarra was right. They were staggering now, and the smaller one", "Arnek sighed to himself, while the pressure of tension refused to\n leave. \"Are you sure?\"", "Arnek let his weak thoughts blend into hers, trying to give strength as\n she had often done to him. She was straining her utmost will.", "\"Arnek!\" The call came sharply on one of the guard frequencies of the\n mental spectrum. \"Arnek, stop lagging and get up here!\"", "Four hundred years! And now—now, he thought, he was tired. It no\n longer mattered. His home lay in ruins eons away. Let Ptarra worry", "Arnek braked and pivoted sharply. The larger human had run forward\n toward the bloodied smaller figure. But as the silth's head faced", "Arnek tested the three spectra uneasily. At this distance, even a tight\n beam should be detectable. But he could feel nothing. There was only" ], [ "In the hunt, Arnek had long since become only an extension of his\n dominant mate. Now he folded his forelegs and dropped his head and neck\n into a javelin aimed between humans and ships. The smaller of the two\n was almost at the ramp.", "Arnek moved forward to help, but she waved him back impatiently, and he\n waited meekly until she finished. She was right, of course. As a male,", "Arnek studied what he could of it, growing more puzzled. \"Maybe the\n creatures operated it,\" he suggested.\n\n\n \"What makes you think so?\"", "At the last moment, moved by a sudden impulse, Arnek dropped his head\n lower and retracted his neck to soften the blow. He felt the human\n midge strike against his snout and go caromming off, to land fifty feet\n away.", "\"I remember,\" Arnek agreed wearily. He'd had the whole routine drilled\n into him repeatedly until he was sick of it. It was like the horror of", "It was a bitter day for Arnek. His stomach protested, and by the end of\n the chase, his legs were beginning to weaken. But ahead of them, the", "Arnek shivered down the length of his nerves with an ancient distaste\n for crawling things. \"Let's go back,\" he suggested uneasily. \"There's\n nothing here for us, and I'm hungry.\"", "Arnek took off. His hunger had so far failed to weaken him, and he was\n covering the ground at two hundred miles an hour before the little\n vehicle had picked up a tenth of that speed.", "There was no answer to such logic, other than the vague discontent\n Arnek felt. And he knew that was only because of his envy of the", "Left to himself, Arnek would have perished long ago. Their hope of\n retraining the clumsy forelegs of the silth forms had proved futile,", "A moon came up, and they could see the depression clearly in its light.\n Now Arnek saw the larger human slipping across the ground toward the", "There were none.\n\n\n \"Maybe the creatures operated it—and the ship,\" Arnek said. He\n expected the same reaction the remark had drawn before.", "Arnek braked and pivoted sharply. The larger human had run forward\n toward the bloodied smaller figure. But as the silth's head faced", "The bowl was bright in the glare of the orange sunlight, but at first\n Arnek saw nothing. Then, as his gaze swept back toward the nearer\n section, he blinked his great eyes, only half believing what they\n registered.", "the weapon striking against a rock; the low band was suddenly quiet.\n Arnek heard a soft gulp. When he looked, the larger human was gone.", "Arnek could have squashed them with a single thrust of his leg. But\n he stood irresolutely, observing the garments and headgear they wore,", "It was a small thing, hardly taller than Arnek's silth—maybe not even\n as tall. But it was too regular and obviously artificial, a pointed", "\"Logic!\" Arnek thought softly, and there was wonder at a mind\n like Ptarra's that could achieve such understanding of even alien\n mechanisms. Yet under it there was still a cold knot of fear along his\n nerves.", "\"Arnek!\" The call came sharply on one of the guard frequencies of the\n mental spectrum. \"Arnek, stop lagging and get up here!\"", "It all seemed quite logical, but Arnek felt a tension of intuition\n along his entire nerve network. No anna had ever used a silth capable" ], [ "smaller one lay supine, but the larger human faced the two silths,\n holding his pitiful weapon, and waited grimly until they were almost\n within reach. This time the explosive pellets were aimed for their eyes.", "weapons with the clever hands of the human silths. Then they could take\n over the galaxy—as they had taken the one so long away!", "The human at the board slumped abruptly. Arnek lashed out from the\n converted cells, felt a brief protest, and then was alone in the brain\n of the silth.", "the weapon striking against a rock; the low band was suddenly quiet.\n Arnek heard a soft gulp. When he looked, the larger human was gone.", "Arnek braked and pivoted sharply. The larger human had run forward\n toward the bloodied smaller figure. But as the silth's head faced", "The larger human suddenly moved the controls, then jerked its hand\n back, staring at it. Words came to the ears of the silth in which Arnek\n rode. \"I'm sick, Luke. I've got the twitches.\"", "him out of his torpor. He felt half sick, and he could vaguely sense\n that the new silth was fevered and uncomfortable. But, amazingly, it", "the creature, one of the human's arms darted to something strapped\n about its middle. There was a surprising blast of sound. A stream of", "He began hurrying now, remembering her warning that the humans would\n not stay here once they wakened to find the two abandoned silths dead.", "She began shifting at once. The silth gasped and tried to thresh about\n in death as Ptarra released control. Arnek sighed to himself and began\n to follow.", "Night had fallen before Ptarra was satisfied. The two silths moved\n forward as softly as they could, but the loud breathing noises went on,\n and there was no stir of alarm anywhere on the mental band.", "Inside the silth, the two-pound network of converted nerve cells that\n was Arnek brooded darkly in self-pity and resentment against the", "that tossed it fifty feet to land on its back. He lumbered forward to\n squash it, then hesitated. An opening had appeared and two of the tiny\n humans were staggering out. One was supporting the other. At sight of", "the entire spectrum. \"Arnek, there are pounds of nerve fiber in the\n creature! High grade—better than that in these silth forms. As good as\n that in any silth. Here, give me the other.\"", "It all seemed quite logical, but Arnek felt a tension of intuition\n along his entire nerve network. No anna had ever used a silth capable", "At the last moment, moved by a sudden impulse, Arnek dropped his head\n lower and retracted his neck to soften the blow. He felt the human\n midge strike against his snout and go caromming off, to land fifty feet\n away.", "of independent intelligence. There must be something wrong with it.\n Once they infiltrated the new silth, of course, they could soon convert\n enough nerves to blank out all control from their carriers. But....", "\"Quiet!\" Ptarra ordered sharply. Then, as Arnek switched from a\n thudding run to a smooth, creeping approach, the mental impulse took", "\"There is food and water near if we have to rouse from hibernation\n while we grow into these silths,\" Ptarra reported. \"Now—help me if you\n can.\"", "A moon came up, and they could see the depression clearly in its light.\n Now Arnek saw the larger human slipping across the ground toward the" ], [ "Ptarra nodded. \"They're coming. After four hundred years, we have\n a chance. New silths to breed. A chance to reproduce ourselves and", "Ptarra grunted. \"Sometimes,\" she admitted, \"you almost think like a\n female. They would kill us, of course, if we stupidly stayed where", "\"Their weapons,\" he cried. \"Ptarra, in those bodies, we'd be vulnerable\n to their weapons. And during the ten days we have to hibernate to grow\n into their nerves, they'd kill us.\"", "There was amusement in Ptarra's thoughts. \"If your hunger is so great,\n why didn't you eat them? They aren't much, of course, but the blood\n smells sweet enough.\"", "Then a wave of amusement from Ptarra checked him. \"They'd never reach\n that far,\" she called. \"They can't survive the crash of their vehicle.", "Ptarra's thoughts cut through Arnek's efforts to understand.\n \"Reproduction feelings,\" she reported in satisfaction. \"They must have", "\"Quiet!\" Ptarra ordered sharply. Then, as Arnek switched from a\n thudding run to a smooth, creeping approach, the mental impulse took", "\"Don't be silly,\" Ptarra answered, and the old female superiority\n was strong in the thought. \"Of course it's too small for us; I knew", "Even Arnek could see the logic behind Ptarra's assumption in that.\n Colonizing would explain the sending out of a male and female in each", "Let Ptarra put it down to another male whim if she liked, but he hadn't\n thought of eating them before. There had been something cute and", "\"Logic!\" Arnek thought softly, and there was wonder at a mind\n like Ptarra's that could achieve such understanding of even alien\n mechanisms. Yet under it there was still a cold knot of fear along his\n nerves.", "\"It's about time,\" Ptarra's thoughts reached him. They were weak now,\n since it was hard to transmit in a partial stage, but they were cold", "\"There is food and water near if we have to rouse from hibernation\n while we grow into these silths,\" Ptarra reported. \"Now—help me if you\n can.\"", "Let them go.\"\nArnek felt the faint, murky mental signals so low on the band, and he\n knew Ptarra was right. They were staggering now, and the smaller one", "It took nearly an hour, and he could see the thin film of Ptarra\n already lying over the sleeping human.", "Night had fallen before Ptarra was satisfied. The two silths moved\n forward as softly as they could, but the loud breathing noises went on,\n and there was no stir of alarm anywhere on the mental band.", "Ptarra rumbled an assent. \"I noticed. Interesting conditioning. The\n probe builders must have superb nerve development to do that to the", "Ptarra's thoughts had begun to fade from the strain and the long\n interruption to her hibernation. But now she caught momentary control", "Ptarra dropped her eyelids, swearing as the missiles stung. She reached\n in with a short foreleg. There was a single shrill cry and the sound of", "Night was just falling. Ptarra led them back toward the rock ledge from\n which they had first spied the probe. There was a large fissure in the" ], [ "Ptarra nodded. \"They're coming. After four hundred years, we have\n a chance. New silths to breed. A chance to reproduce ourselves and", "Ptarra grunted. \"Sometimes,\" she admitted, \"you almost think like a\n female. They would kill us, of course, if we stupidly stayed where", "Even Arnek could see the logic behind Ptarra's assumption in that.\n Colonizing would explain the sending out of a male and female in each", "There was amusement in Ptarra's thoughts. \"If your hunger is so great,\n why didn't you eat them? They aren't much, of course, but the blood\n smells sweet enough.\"", "Then a wave of amusement from Ptarra checked him. \"They'd never reach\n that far,\" she called. \"They can't survive the crash of their vehicle.", "\"Don't be silly,\" Ptarra answered, and the old female superiority\n was strong in the thought. \"Of course it's too small for us; I knew", "\"There is food and water near if we have to rouse from hibernation\n while we grow into these silths,\" Ptarra reported. \"Now—help me if you\n can.\"", "\"Logic!\" Arnek thought softly, and there was wonder at a mind\n like Ptarra's that could achieve such understanding of even alien\n mechanisms. Yet under it there was still a cold knot of fear along his\n nerves.", "Ptarra's thoughts cut through Arnek's efforts to understand.\n \"Reproduction feelings,\" she reported in satisfaction. \"They must have", "\"Their weapons,\" he cried. \"Ptarra, in those bodies, we'd be vulnerable\n to their weapons. And during the ten days we have to hibernate to grow\n into their nerves, they'd kill us.\"", "\"It's about time,\" Ptarra's thoughts reached him. They were weak now,\n since it was hard to transmit in a partial stage, but they were cold", "Let Ptarra put it down to another male whim if she liked, but he hadn't\n thought of eating them before. There had been something cute and", "\"Quiet!\" Ptarra ordered sharply. Then, as Arnek switched from a\n thudding run to a smooth, creeping approach, the mental impulse took", "It took nearly an hour, and he could see the thin film of Ptarra\n already lying over the sleeping human.", "\"Another probe,\" Ptarra said. There was disappointment in her thoughts,\n quickly masked by cold logic. \"Naturally, they'd wait to check with", "Night had fallen before Ptarra was satisfied. The two silths moved\n forward as softly as they could, but the loud breathing noises went on,\n and there was no stir of alarm anywhere on the mental band.", "Night was just falling. Ptarra led them back toward the rock ledge from\n which they had first spied the probe. There was a large fissure in the", "\"Just instinct,\" Ptarra dismissed it with cool logic. \"A female seeking\n food for its injured mate.\"\n\n\n Arnek sighed uncomfortably. \"It doesn't seem female,\" he objected.", "\"Twice,\" Ptarra said. \"I've just realized my silth is a male, as you\n suggested it might be. Amusing, reversing the sexes, isn't it?\"", "Ptarra's legs led through a gully and up a rise to the lip of a small,\n stony basin. The four hundred tons of Ptarra's female silth squatted" ], [ "\"There is food and water near if we have to rouse from hibernation\n while we grow into these silths,\" Ptarra reported. \"Now—help me if you\n can.\"", "He began hurrying now, remembering her warning that the humans would\n not stay here once they wakened to find the two abandoned silths dead.", "\"Their weapons,\" he cried. \"Ptarra, in those bodies, we'd be vulnerable\n to their weapons. And during the ten days we have to hibernate to grow\n into their nerves, they'd kill us.\"", "smaller one lay supine, but the larger human faced the two silths,\n holding his pitiful weapon, and waited grimly until they were almost\n within reach. This time the explosive pellets were aimed for their eyes.", "him out of his torpor. He felt half sick, and he could vaguely sense\n that the new silth was fevered and uncomfortable. But, amazingly, it", "Night had fallen before Ptarra was satisfied. The two silths moved\n forward as softly as they could, but the loud breathing noises went on,\n and there was no stir of alarm anywhere on the mental band.", "Ptarra nodded. \"They're coming. After four hundred years, we have\n a chance. New silths to breed. A chance to reproduce ourselves and", "of independent intelligence. There must be something wrong with it.\n Once they infiltrated the new silth, of course, they could soon convert\n enough nerves to blank out all control from their carriers. But....", "And then had come the hunt for new silth forms, since the trip had aged\n the others beyond the power of reproduction, in spite of all their\n precautions.", "The human at the board slumped abruptly. Arnek lashed out from the\n converted cells, felt a brief protest, and then was alone in the brain\n of the silth.", "higher fertility than I hoped if they can think of it while sick.\" Then\n her thoughts sharpened. \"Take over your silth!\"", "She tried to say something else, but the strain was too much, and full\n hibernation swept her mind away from that of Arnek.\n\n\n Arnek sat frozen for a time in his silth, knowing that it was also male.", "later arrivals could find us. Now come on. We've got to chase the\n creatures around today until they're tired enough to sleep soundly. And\n don't let them get near that ship, either!\"", "that tossed it fifty feet to land on its back. He lumbered forward to\n squash it, then hesitated. An opening had appeared and two of the tiny\n humans were staggering out. One was supporting the other. At sight of", "Inside the silth, the two-pound network of converted nerve cells that\n was Arnek brooded darkly in self-pity and resentment against the", "Certainly no newly budded anna could survive the metamorphosis into\n these awkward bodies; that had been almost impossible for mature\n powers. Nor could a young anna survive long without a silth.", "She began shifting at once. The silth gasped and tried to thresh about\n in death as Ptarra released control. Arnek sighed to himself and began\n to follow.", "a single planet swung in orbit—a planet with food but no dangerous\n animal life. And there they could wait and grow strong, and multiply\n as their silths multiplied. They could reach it almost as soon as they", "A hundred of the marvelously adapted silths of their universe had\n survived the eons of suspended animation to preserve their occupants.", "Left to himself, Arnek would have perished long ago. Their hope of\n retraining the clumsy forelegs of the silth forms had proved futile," ], [ "And then had come the hunt for new silth forms, since the trip had aged\n the others beyond the power of reproduction, in spite of all their\n precautions.", "Inside the silth, the two-pound network of converted nerve cells that\n was Arnek brooded darkly in self-pity and resentment against the", "smaller one lay supine, but the larger human faced the two silths,\n holding his pitiful weapon, and waited grimly until they were almost\n within reach. This time the explosive pellets were aimed for their eyes.", "He began hurrying now, remembering her warning that the humans would\n not stay here once they wakened to find the two abandoned silths dead.", "Left to himself, Arnek would have perished long ago. Their hope of\n retraining the clumsy forelegs of the silth forms had proved futile,", "him out of his torpor. He felt half sick, and he could vaguely sense\n that the new silth was fevered and uncomfortable. But, amazingly, it", "Ptarra nodded. \"They're coming. After four hundred years, we have\n a chance. New silths to breed. A chance to reproduce ourselves and", "The human at the board slumped abruptly. Arnek lashed out from the\n converted cells, felt a brief protest, and then was alone in the brain\n of the silth.", "having her force him to adapt to this present silth. While he had been\n ready to accept assimilation, she had fought with him and with her own\n transformation, refusing to admit even his intuition that their race", "She began shifting at once. The silth gasped and tried to thresh about\n in death as Ptarra released control. Arnek sighed to himself and began\n to follow.", "Night had fallen before Ptarra was satisfied. The two silths moved\n forward as softly as they could, but the loud breathing noises went on,\n and there was no stir of alarm anywhere on the mental band.", "of independent intelligence. There must be something wrong with it.\n Once they infiltrated the new silth, of course, they could soon convert\n enough nerves to blank out all control from their carriers. But....", "a single planet swung in orbit—a planet with food but no dangerous\n animal life. And there they could wait and grow strong, and multiply\n as their silths multiplied. They could reach it almost as soon as they", "Certainly no newly budded anna could survive the metamorphosis into\n these awkward bodies; that had been almost impossible for mature\n powers. Nor could a young anna survive long without a silth.", "silth had been. These were like coming home to a friendly world, in a\n universe that had died too long ago and far away. For a time, he was\n almost glad that he had not died with it.", "It was worse than he remembered. After the centuries, the cells hated\n to give up their fixed form. The agony of the silth fed back to him,", "There was no time to admit his error, however. Ptarra's silth lunged\n upright and the great rear legs began pulping ground and rocks in a", "higher fertility than I hoped if they can think of it while sick.\" Then\n her thoughts sharpened. \"Take over your silth!\"", "new silth forms. Now there was only the one pair—Arnek and Ptarra.", "Arnek braked and pivoted sharply. The larger human had run forward\n toward the bloodied smaller figure. But as the silth's head faced" ] ]

[ "What is suggest by Carmen's response if he said it \"hotly?\"", "What is the \"Black Hand?\"", "What makes the professor think the \"folk tales I had heard about the Mafia were getting more distant?\"", "What does the amount of machines Carmen need suggest about the mafia?", "Why does Carmen reference Sam Colt and Henry Ford?", "What was referenced in the \"storied ride?\"", "What transformation did Carmen and Squint do to the machine?", "What is ironic about the devices creating heat?", "What law in physics does this story focus on?" ]

[ [ "Carmen is afraid of the consequences", "Unknown", "He was angry", "Carmen was confused by the statement" ], [ "The corpses", "N/A", "The government", "The mafia" ], [ "The mafia would not follow through on their threats", "He knew that he would get hurt soon", "The professor was turning his attention to the government project", "Carmen's questioning around physics" ], [ "They have money to spend", "No suggestion", "The organization is large", "They are committing lots of murders" ], [ "Support his business acumen", "They also created deadly inventions", "They were also part of the mafia", "To display his educational pedigree" ], [ "The special ride that is experienced in a sedan", "The ride the mafia takes someone to assasinate", "A ride where someone tells a story the entire time", "No reference" ], [ "They were able to make it easy reproducible", "They made it transportable", "They made it into a shooting ray", "No transformation " ], [ "The government wanted the same machine", "No irony", "The machine creates heat when it was designed to dispose", "The machine was extremely cold in test runs" ], [ "Law of Conversation of Energy", "Law of Heat Radiation", "Law of Atomic Energy", "Passage not based on physics" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Good heavens. That's uncouthly old-fashioned of you, Carmen! Why,\n that's\nmurder\n.\"", "\"I was in the Marines,\" Carmen said hotly. \"Listen, Professor, these\n aren't no Prohibition times. Not many people get made for a hit these", "\"Listen here, Carmen,\" I said, \"what makes you think these bodies are\n going somewhere? Think of it only as a kind of—incinerator.\"", "of sport shirt Carmen wore. \"We have to dress inconspicuously in the\n service,\" he panted weakly.", "\"Here?\" I spluttered once more. \"I told you, Carmen, I wanted nothing\n more to do with you. Your check is still on deposit....\"", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"Not at all, sir,\" she said dreamily.\n\n\n \"May I suggest,\" I said, \"that we might get more business done if you\n then removed yourself from the chair first.\"", "There was an unmistakable note of boyish admiration in Carmen's voice.\n \"He figured the thing would work like that. Separate the poles and you\n increase the size of the working area.\"", "\"Easy, Professor,\" Carmen said, effortlessly shoving me back with one\n palm. \"I'm not saying you have the machine rigged. It's just that", "\"Really, Mr. Carmen,\" I said, \"this isn't the sort of thing you discuss\n with a total stranger. I'm not a doctor—not of medicine, anyway—or a\n lawyer.\"", "\"I agree,\" I said reluctantly.\n\n\n Tony Carmen spoke up. \"No, you don't, Professor. We don't agree to\n that.\"\n\n\n I waved his protests aside.", "Carmen inhaled deeply. \"Okay. I'll risk it. Pretty long odds against\n any squeal on the play. How many of these things can you turn out,\n Professor?\"", "I was beginning to get a trifle impatient. All those folk tales I had\n heard about the Mafia were getting more distant. \"See here, Carmen, I", "\"Not,\" Carmen said, \"without no\ncorpus delecti\n.\"\n\n\n \"The body of the crime remains without the body of the victim,\" I\n remembered from my early Ellery Queen training.", "I opened my mouth and Miss Brown's pencil perked up its eraser,\n reflecting her fierce alertness.\n\n\n Tony Carmen banged open the door, and I closed my mouth.", "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"Listen, Professor,\" Carmen began, \"the Mafia—\"", "This was Carmen's idea of a magnanimous offer for my invention. It\nwas\na pretty good offer—49% and my good health.", "Carmen finally returned to the car, unlatched the door and slid in. He\n did not reinsert the ignition key. I did not feel like sprinting down\n the deserted street.", "\"I figured you could handle it,\" Carmen said, leaning back comfortably\n in the favorite chair of my bachelor apartment. \"I heard you were\n working on something to get rid of trash for the government.\"" ], [ "shadow of the Black Hand cooled it off.", "\"I've heard of it,\" I said uneasily. \"An old fraternal organization\n something like the Moose or Rosicrucians, founded in Sicily. It", "\"I can understand\nhonest\nItalian-Americans feeling that way. But guys\n like me know the Mafia is still with it. We can put the squeeze on\n marks like you pretty easy.\"", "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"The boys will have it set up in a minute,\" Tony the racketeer informed\n me.\n\n\n \"What?\" The firing squad?\n\n\n \"The Expendable, of course.\"", "You don't have to tell even a third generation American about the\n Mafia. Maybe that was the trouble. I had heard too much and for too", "Mafia or not, I saw red. \"Are you daring to suggest that I am working\n some trick with trap doors or sliding panels?\"", "\"I don't suppose you could just go to the police—\" I saw the answer in\n his eyes. \"No. I don't suppose you could.\"", "The racketeer waved that suggestion aside. \"I'm talking about a big\n operation, Venetti. These things can take the place of incinerators,\n garbage disposals, waste baskets....\"", "\"This was no test, Venetti. This was it. I just wiped out Harry Keno\n and his intimates right in the middle of their confidential squat.\"", "\"Why do you care?\" I asked irritably. \"It will dispose of your bodies\n for you.\"", "\"What makes you think I'm any more afraid of the Mafia than I am of the\n F.B.I.? I may have already sealed my fate by letting you in on this", "\"I've had experience in this sort of thing. We simply\nleak\nthe\n information to a few hundred well selected persons about all that your\n machine can do. We'll call 'em Expendables, because they can expend\n anything.\"", "allegedly controls organized crime in the U.S. But that is a\n responsibility-eluding myth that honest Italian-Americans are stamping\n out. We don't even like to see the word in print.\"", "\"All right, I'll try to help you, Carmen. But ... that is, you didn't\n kill any of these people?\"\n\n\n He snorted. \"I haven't killed anybody since early 1943.\"", "long. All the stories I had ever heard about the Mafia, true or false,\n built up an unendurable threat.", "They will go from the columnist to his legman to my man and finally to\n you. Won't be long before they get here. An hour maybe.\"", "\"Here? You dragged me out here to see how you have prostituted my\n invention? I presume you've set it up with a 'Keep Our City Clean' sign\n pasted on it.\"", "\"That must be Arcivox now,\" Carmen growled. \"They have the best\n detectives in the business. You know what to tell them?\"" ], [ "I was beginning to get a trifle impatient. All those folk tales I had\n heard about the Mafia were getting more distant. \"See here, Carmen, I", "You don't have to tell even a third generation American about the\n Mafia. Maybe that was the trouble. I had heard too much and for too", "long. All the stories I had ever heard about the Mafia, true or false,\n built up an unendurable threat.", "\"Listen, Professor,\" Carmen began, \"the Mafia—\"", "\"What makes you think I'm any more afraid of the Mafia than I am of the\n F.B.I.? I may have already sealed my fate by letting you in on this", "\"I can understand\nhonest\nItalian-Americans feeling that way. But guys\n like me know the Mafia is still with it. We can put the squeeze on\n marks like you pretty easy.\"", "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"I was in the Marines,\" Carmen said hotly. \"Listen, Professor, these\n aren't no Prohibition times. Not many people get made for a hit these", "\"I told you once, Professor, but I'll tell you again. I have to get rid\n of these bodies they keep leaving in my kitchen. I can take 'em and", "Mafia or not, I saw red. \"Are you daring to suggest that I am working\n some trick with trap doors or sliding panels?\"", "\"I agree,\" I said reluctantly.\n\n\n Tony Carmen spoke up. \"No, you don't, Professor. We don't agree to\n that.\"\n\n\n I waved his protests aside.", "\"I've heard of it,\" I said uneasily. \"An old fraternal organization\n something like the Moose or Rosicrucians, founded in Sicily. It", "allegedly controls organized crime in the U.S. But that is a\n responsibility-eluding myth that honest Italian-Americans are stamping\n out. We don't even like to see the word in print.\"", "\"I forgot,\" I admitted. \"I'd read it in so many stories I'd forgotten\n it wouldn't work. And I suppose the furnace leaves ashes and there's", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"You see my problem, Professor?\" Tony Carmen held his pinkly manicured,\n flashily ringed hands wide.", "country could have in this time of growing atomic industry. Now a\n small-time gangster was asking me to use this research to help him\n dispose of hot corpses. It made my scientific blood seethe. But the", "Tony guided my elbow. \"Okay, Professor, I think I understand the bit\n now, but I'll let you run it up with the flagpole for me, to see how it\n waves to the national anthem.\"", "\"You're talking too much, Professor,\" Tony suggested. \"Remember,\nyou\ndid it with\nyour\nmachine.\"", "\"Not much,\" the young man admitted earnestly, \"since the FBI finished\n with its deportations a few years back.\"" ], [ "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"Listen, Professor,\" Carmen began, \"the Mafia—\"", "Carmen inhaled deeply. \"Okay. I'll risk it. Pretty long odds against\n any squeal on the play. How many of these things can you turn out,\n Professor?\"", "I was beginning to get a trifle impatient. All those folk tales I had\n heard about the Mafia were getting more distant. \"See here, Carmen, I", "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"I was in the Marines,\" Carmen said hotly. \"Listen, Professor, these\n aren't no Prohibition times. Not many people get made for a hit these", "\"Easy, Professor,\" Carmen said, effortlessly shoving me back with one\n palm. \"I'm not saying you have the machine rigged. It's just that", "\"All right, I'll try to help you, Carmen. But ... that is, you didn't\n kill any of these people?\"\n\n\n He snorted. \"I haven't killed anybody since early 1943.\"", "\"Listen here, Carmen,\" I said, \"what makes you think these bodies are\n going somewhere? Think of it only as a kind of—incinerator.\"", "There was an unmistakable note of boyish admiration in Carmen's voice.\n \"He figured the thing would work like that. Separate the poles and you\n increase the size of the working area.\"", "The racketeer waved that suggestion aside. \"I'm talking about a big\n operation, Venetti. These things can take the place of incinerators,\n garbage disposals, waste baskets....\"", "Now, in the middle of this, I was supposed to find a way to get rid of\n some damned bodies for Carmen.", "\"That must be Arcivox now,\" Carmen growled. \"They have the best\n detectives in the business. You know what to tell them?\"", "\"You call that working?\" I demanded. \"Do you realize what you have\n there, Carmen?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. A disintegrator ray, straight out of\nStartling Stories\n.\"", "\"I figured you could handle it,\" Carmen said, leaning back comfortably\n in the favorite chair of my bachelor apartment. \"I heard you were\n working on something to get rid of trash for the government.\"", "\"Perfect for disposing of unwanted bodies,\" I mused. \"The murder rate\n will go alarmingly with those devices within easy reach.\"\n\n\n \"Did that stop Sam Colt or Henry Ford?\" Tony Carmen asked reasonably....", "\"I can understand\nhonest\nItalian-Americans feeling that way. But guys\n like me know the Mafia is still with it. We can put the squeeze on\n marks like you pretty easy.\"", "of sport shirt Carmen wore. \"We have to dress inconspicuously in the\n service,\" he panted weakly.", "\"Not,\" Carmen said, \"without no\ncorpus delecti\n.\"\n\n\n \"The body of the crime remains without the body of the victim,\" I\n remembered from my early Ellery Queen training.", "\"Good heavens. That's uncouthly old-fashioned of you, Carmen! Why,\n that's\nmurder\n.\"" ], [ "\"Perfect for disposing of unwanted bodies,\" I mused. \"The murder rate\n will go alarmingly with those devices within easy reach.\"\n\n\n \"Did that stop Sam Colt or Henry Ford?\" Tony Carmen asked reasonably....", "\"Good heavens. That's uncouthly old-fashioned of you, Carmen! Why,\n that's\nmurder\n.\"", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"I was in the Marines,\" Carmen said hotly. \"Listen, Professor, these\n aren't no Prohibition times. Not many people get made for a hit these", "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"Listen here, Carmen,\" I said, \"what makes you think these bodies are\n going somewhere? Think of it only as a kind of—incinerator.\"", "\"Listen, Professor,\" Carmen began, \"the Mafia—\"", "\"You call that working?\" I demanded. \"Do you realize what you have\n there, Carmen?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. A disintegrator ray, straight out of\nStartling Stories\n.\"", "of sport shirt Carmen wore. \"We have to dress inconspicuously in the\n service,\" he panted weakly.", "There was an unmistakable note of boyish admiration in Carmen's voice.\n \"He figured the thing would work like that. Separate the poles and you\n increase the size of the working area.\"", "\"All right, I'll try to help you, Carmen. But ... that is, you didn't\n kill any of these people?\"\n\n\n He snorted. \"I haven't killed anybody since early 1943.\"", "I was beginning to get a trifle impatient. All those folk tales I had\n heard about the Mafia were getting more distant. \"See here, Carmen, I", "\"Easy, Professor,\" Carmen said, effortlessly shoving me back with one\n palm. \"I'm not saying you have the machine rigged. It's just that", "Carmen inhaled deeply. \"Okay. I'll risk it. Pretty long odds against\n any squeal on the play. How many of these things can you turn out,\n Professor?\"", "\"I figured you could handle it,\" Carmen said, leaning back comfortably\n in the favorite chair of my bachelor apartment. \"I heard you were\n working on something to get rid of trash for the government.\"", "This was Carmen's idea of a magnanimous offer for my invention. It\nwas\na pretty good offer—49% and my good health.", "Carmen was an uneducated lout and a criminal but he had an instinctive\n feel for the mechanics of physics.", "\"Not,\" Carmen said, \"without no\ncorpus delecti\n.\"\n\n\n \"The body of the crime remains without the body of the victim,\" I\n remembered from my early Ellery Queen training.", "\"Really, Mr. Carmen,\" I said, \"this isn't the sort of thing you discuss\n with a total stranger. I'm not a doctor—not of medicine, anyway—or a\n lawyer.\"", "I opened my mouth and Miss Brown's pencil perked up its eraser,\n reflecting her fierce alertness.\n\n\n Tony Carmen banged open the door, and I closed my mouth." ], [ "Outside, the street was a progression of shadowed block forms. I was\n shivering slightly, my teeth rattling like the porcelain they were. Was\n this the storied \"ride,\" I wondered?", "\"I forgot,\" I admitted. \"I'd read it in so many stories I'd forgotten\n it wouldn't work. And I suppose the furnace leaves ashes and there's", "I was beginning to get a trifle impatient. All those folk tales I had\n heard about the Mafia were getting more distant. \"See here, Carmen, I", "The young man collapsed back in his chair, loosening the top button of\n his ivy league jacket, looking from my naked hide to the gossomer scrap", "\"Not at all, sir,\" she said dreamily.\n\n\n \"May I suggest,\" I said, \"that we might get more business done if you\n then removed yourself from the chair first.\"", "\"Yes,\" I said at length. \"And why are we standing here letting those\n machines sit there?\"\nThere were two small items of interest to me in the Times the following\n morning.", "\"Squint the Seal is one of my boys. He used to be a mechanic in the\n old days for Burger, Madle, the guys who used to rob banks and stuff.\"", "\"I don't know where the stuff goes, Carmen,\" I finally admitted. \"It\n might go into another plane of existence. 'Another dimension' the\n writers for the American Weekly would describe it. Or into our past, or\n our future.\"", "\"Listen here, Carmen,\" I said, \"what makes you think these bodies are\n going somewhere? Think of it only as a kind of—incinerator.\"", "\"Here? You dragged me out here to see how you have prostituted my\n invention? I presume you've set it up with a 'Keep Our City Clean' sign\n pasted on it.\"", "\"You didn't want anything to do with me in the first place.\" The thug's\n teeth flashed in the night. \"Throw your contraption into gear, buddy.\"", "long. All the stories I had ever heard about the Mafia, true or false,\n built up an unendurable threat.", "\"You're talking too much, Professor,\" Tony suggested. \"Remember,\nyou\ndid it with\nyour\nmachine.\"", "You don't have to tell even a third generation American about the\n Mafia. Maybe that was the trouble. I had heard too much and for too", "Tony guided my elbow. \"Okay, Professor, I think I understand the bit\n now, but I'll let you run it up with the flagpole for me, to see how it\n waves to the national anthem.\"", "He named some of the businesses in which he held large shares of stock.\n\n\n \"You\nare\n.\"", "There was an unmistakable note of boyish admiration in Carmen's voice.\n \"He figured the thing would work like that. Separate the poles and you\n increase the size of the working area.\"", "I opened my mouth and Miss Brown's pencil perked up its eraser,\n reflecting her fierce alertness.\n\n\n Tony Carmen banged open the door, and I closed my mouth.", "The solemn, conservatively dressed young man in the door touched the\n edge of his snap-brim hat as he said it.\n\n\n \"Miss Brown, would you mind letting our visitor use your chair?\" I\n asked.", "\"The boys will have it set up in a minute,\" Tony the racketeer informed\n me.\n\n\n \"What?\" The firing squad?\n\n\n \"The Expendable, of course.\"" ], [ "There was an unmistakable note of boyish admiration in Carmen's voice.\n \"He figured the thing would work like that. Separate the poles and you\n increase the size of the working area.\"", "\"Easy, Professor,\" Carmen said, effortlessly shoving me back with one\n palm. \"I'm not saying you have the machine rigged. It's just that", "\"You call that working?\" I demanded. \"Do you realize what you have\n there, Carmen?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. A disintegrator ray, straight out of\nStartling Stories\n.\"", "Carmen inhaled deeply. \"Okay. I'll risk it. Pretty long odds against\n any squeal on the play. How many of these things can you turn out,\n Professor?\"", "\"Listen here, Carmen,\" I said, \"what makes you think these bodies are\n going somewhere? Think of it only as a kind of—incinerator.\"", "\"Squint the Seal is one of my boys. He used to be a mechanic in the\n old days for Burger, Madle, the guys who used to rob banks and stuff.\"", "of sport shirt Carmen wore. \"We have to dress inconspicuously in the\n service,\" he panted weakly.", "\"Yeah, but how does it work?\" Tony Carmen demanded of me, sleeking his\n mirror-black hair and staring up at the disk-topped drum.", "\"I figured you could handle it,\" Carmen said, leaning back comfortably\n in the favorite chair of my bachelor apartment. \"I heard you were\n working on something to get rid of trash for the government.\"", "The machine was installed on the corner, half covered with a gloomy\n white shroud, and fearlessly plugged into the city lighting system via", "\"You stinking G-men aren't getting away with this,\" Carmen said\n ingratiatingly. \"Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "Carmen finally returned to the car, unlatched the door and slid in. He\n did not reinsert the ignition key. I did not feel like sprinting down\n the deserted street.", "Tony Carmen knew exactly what to do with an Expendable once he got his\n hands on it.\n\n\n Naturally, that was what I had been afraid of.\nThe closed sedan was warm, even in early December.", "\"What have you done?\" I yelped, ripping the cover off the machine.\n\n\n Even under the uncertain illumination of the smogged stars I could see\n that the unit was half gone—in fact, exactly halved.", "That was the first time the tone of respect, even if faked, had gone\n out of his voice. I moved to the switchboard of my invention. What\n remained was as simple as adjusting a modern floor lamp to a medium\n light position. I flipped.", "\"Don't take too long, Professor,\" Carmen said cordially.\nThe big drum topped with a metallic coolie's hat had started out as a\n neutralizer for radioactivity. Now I didn't know what to call it.", "\"You mean square the operational field. Your idiot doesn't even know\n mechanics.\"\n\n\n \"No, but he knows all about how any kind of machine works.\"", "\"Good heavens. That's uncouthly old-fashioned of you, Carmen! Why,\n that's\nmurder\n.\"", "Carmen smoothed down the front of his too-tight midnight blue suit and\n touched the diamond sticking in his silver tie. \"You can't, Professor\n Venetti? Ever hear of the Mafia?\"", "\"That must be Arcivox now,\" Carmen growled. \"They have the best\n detectives in the business. You know what to tell them?\"" ], [ "\"Yes, they saw that the widespread use of your machines was responsible\n for the higher temperature. Your device violates the law of\n conservation of energy,\nseemingly\n. It\nseemingly\ndestroys matter\n without creating energy. Actually—\"", "what that means? If your devices continue in operation, the mean\n temperature of Earth will rise to the point where we burst into flame.\n They must be outlawed!\"", "danger to the public, let them feel the heat rise themselves, and they\n will hoard Expendables against seizure and continue to use them, until\n we do burst into flame, as you put it so religiously.\"", "\"Yes,\" I said at length. \"And why are we standing here letting those\n machines sit there?\"\nThere were two small items of interest to me in the Times the following\n morning.", "\"Not on your life, Professor. The gadget don't get hot so how can it\n burn? It don't use enough electricity to fry. It don't cut 'em up", "\"Actually, your device added the energy it created in destroying matter\n to the energy potential of the planet in the form of\nheat\n. You see", "\"Listen here, Carmen,\" I said, \"what makes you think these bodies are\n going somewhere? Think of it only as a kind of—incinerator.\"", "\"Here? You dragged me out here to see how you have prostituted my\n invention? I presume you've set it up with a 'Keep Our City Clean' sign\n pasted on it.\"", "\"I wondered if you had. You're going to have heat prostration if you\n keep that suit coat on five minutes more.\"", "\"Perfect for disposing of unwanted bodies,\" I mused. \"The murder rate\n will go alarmingly with those devices within easy reach.\"\n\n\n \"Did that stop Sam Colt or Henry Ford?\" Tony Carmen asked reasonably....", "\"I forgot,\" I admitted. \"I'd read it in so many stories I'd forgotten\n it wouldn't work. And I suppose the furnace leaves ashes and there's", "\"Why do you care?\" I asked irritably. \"It will dispose of your bodies\n for you.\"", "\"I can construct a duplicate of this device so that you may destroy the\n unwanted corpses that you would have me believe are delivered to you\n with the regularity of the morning milk run.\"", "Tony Carmen knew exactly what to do with an Expendable once he got his\n hands on it.\n\n\n Naturally, that was what I had been afraid of.\nThe closed sedan was warm, even in early December.", "\"Impractical,\" I snorted. \"You don't realize the tremendous amount of\n electrical power these devices require....\"", "I bypassed complete safety circuits.\n\n\n I put dangerous overloads on some transformers and doodled with the\n wiring diagrams. If I got some kind of passable incinerator I would be\n happy.", "\"Opening up a new appliance line with real innovations. I hear they got\n a new refrigerator. All open. Just shelves—no doors or sides. They\n want a revolutionary garbage disposal too.\"", "That was the first time the tone of respect, even if faked, had gone\n out of his voice. I moved to the switchboard of my invention. What\n remained was as simple as adjusting a modern floor lamp to a medium\n light position. I flipped.", "\"You mean square the operational field. Your idiot doesn't even know\n mechanics.\"\n\n\n \"No, but he knows all about how any kind of machine works.\"", "no change in centigrade reading that couldn't be explained by the\n mechanical operation of the machine itself. There had been no sudden\n discharge of electricity or radioactivity. I checked for a standard" ], [ "\"Yes, they saw that the widespread use of your machines was responsible\n for the higher temperature. Your device violates the law of\n conservation of energy,\nseemingly\n. It\nseemingly\ndestroys matter\n without creating energy. Actually—\"", "I was at last violating conservation of energy—not by successfully\n inverting the cube of the ionization factor, but by destroying mass ...\n by simply making it cease to exist with no cause-and-effect side\n effects.", "sense of the word. Many of them used the external power of gravity,\n they would wear out or slow down in time from friction, but for the\n meanwhile, for some ten to two hundred years they would just sit there,", "\"Actually, your device added the energy it created in destroying matter\n to the energy potential of the planet in the form of\nheat\n. You see", "Carmen was an uneducated lout and a criminal but he had an instinctive\n feel for the mechanics of physics.", "Of course, getting energy to destroy energy without producing energy or\n matter is a violation of the maxim of the conservation of energy. But", "\"I forgot,\" I admitted. \"I'd read it in so many stories I'd forgotten\n it wouldn't work. And I suppose the furnace leaves ashes and there's", "\"Yes,\" I said at length. \"And why are we standing here letting those\n machines sit there?\"\nThere were two small items of interest to me in the Times the following\n morning.", "\"You mean square the operational field. Your idiot doesn't even know\n mechanics.\"\n\n\n \"No, but he knows all about how any kind of machine works.\"", "\"You call that working?\" I demanded. \"Do you realize what you have\n there, Carmen?\"\n\n\n \"Sure. A disintegrator ray, straight out of\nStartling Stories\n.\"", "anti-gravity effect but there was none. Gravity inside the cylinder had\n gone to zero but never to minus.", "There was an unmistakable note of boyish admiration in Carmen's voice.\n \"He figured the thing would work like that. Separate the poles and you\n increase the size of the working area.\"", "\"No, not necessarily,\" I told him comfortingly. \"All we have to do is\nuse up\nthe excess energy with engines of a specific design.\"", "The second item was further over in a science column just off the\n editorial page. It told of the government—!—developing a new process\n of waste disposal rivaling the old Buck Rogers disintegrator ray.", "country could have in this time of growing atomic industry. Now a\n small-time gangster was asking me to use this research to help him\n dispose of hot corpses. It made my scientific blood seethe. But the", "\"Nuts! From what you said, the machine is like a TV set; it takes\n a lot of power to get it started, but then on it coasts on its own", "I had had a slightly hot bar of silver alloy inside. It was completely\n gone. Mass zero. The temperature gauge showed that there had been", "I didn't let that stop me—any more than I would have let the velocity\n of light put any limitations on a spacecraft engine had I been engaged", "of mine, I can easily reverse the field of the Expendable device and\n create a rather low-efficiency engine that consumes the excess energy\n in our planetary potential.\"", "The young man collapsed back in his chair, loosening the top button of\n his ivy league jacket, looking from my naked hide to the gossomer scrap" ] ]

[ "What does Rat's speech in the first 3 paragraphs suggest about him?", "What was ironic about Roberds throwing Rat out?", "Why was Rat not allowed to pilot the ship?", "Why did the nurse want Rat to pilot?", "Why did the water taste like gasoline?", "Why did Rat go AWOL?", "What transpired at the end of the passage?", "Why did Rat not speak about what truly transpired during AWOL?", "Why was Rat able to travel faster than Roberds?", "How long did the ship pass the halfway line?" ]

[ [ "Has low intelligence", "He is extremely upset", "He hates himself", "Is extremely smart" ], [ "Rat knew how to get back in", "Roberds actually liked Rat", "The crew agreed he was right", "Nothing ironic at all" ], [ "His allegiance to politicians", "Lack of experience ", "He history of AWOL", "His lack of intelligence" ], [ "They couldn't wait to leave until morning", "She had a crush on Rat", "She didn't trust Roberd", "Rat forced himself to pilot the Nurse and her patients " ], [ "It was the heat", "Greaseball forgot to wash the tank", "It wasn't water, it was gasoline", "Rat was trying to poison the crew" ], [ "Rat actually was the culprit of the attack ", "No evidence was in the passage", "Rat went to help a sick man", "Rat wasn't AWOL but in the war" ], [ "Gladney was going to tell the police", "Subtle threat to Gladney", "Roberds was approaching", "Nurse was afraid of Rat" ], [ "Rat was threatened with death if he spoke the truth", "He never said why he didn't speak up", "He was in shock and unable to speak", "Rat knew he wouldn't be believed" ], [ "Rat did not use the brake", "Rat had a lighter load on the ship", "Rat was able to avoid the meter shower", "Roberds was a cautious pilot" ], [ "Unknown", "2 days", "3 days ", "4 days" ] ]

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[ [ "\"Rat,\" she said presently, \"I want to ask you something, rather\n personal? Your ... name. 'Rat'? Roberds told me something about your", "\"Okay, Rat, you can go to bed now.\" He dropped the ladder against the\n wall and sat on it. \"Good night.\" He watched Rat walk slowly away.", "\"Rat! Damn you Rat, listen to me!\nWhen're you going to start braking\n,\n Rat?\"", "\"Damned rat!\" he whispered harshly. \"They ought to make a law forcing\n him to wear dark glasses!\"\n\n\n Roberds smiled wearily. \"His eyes do get a man, don't they?\"", "Rat applied his lips to the tap and sampled. Coming up with a mouthful\n he swished it around on his tongue like mouthwash. Abruptly he", "\"I have to have a drink.\"\n\n\n Rat stared at her without answer.\n\n\n \"I said, I have to have a drink!\"\n\n\n \"Heard you.\"", "\"Not brake,\" Rat answered sullenly. \"No, not brake.\"", "\"Oh, we land.\" Rat confided, glad to share a secret.\n\n\n \"Yeah,\" Gladney grated. \"But in how many little pieces?\"", "you\n!\" He laughed with real satisfaction. \"Oh yes, Rat, they'll be\n somebody waiting for us all right.\" And then he added: \"If we land.\"", "\"Flip-flop.\" He could talk with his hands as well. \"Hot side over like\n pancake.\" Rat hobbled over to the board and sat down. An experimental", "\"Who was that ... man? The one you put out?\" Gray asked.\n\n\n \"We call him Rat,\" Roberds said.", "\"Cold?\" he inquired concernedly.\n\n\n \"On the contrary, I'm too warm.\" She started to remove the blanket. Rat\n threw up a hand to stop her.", "\"Shut up!\" Rat cut him off sharply. \"You talk too much.\" He cast a\n glance at Nurse Gray and then threw a meaning look at Gladney.", "\"No talk!\" Rat insisted. \"Much hush-hush needed. Other girl shipshape.\n You make likewise.\" Forcibly he shoved her into a hammock. \"Wrap up", "The Chief Consul nodded. \"It does, usually. But this was a freak case.\n It would take hours to explain. However, I'll just sum it up in one\n word: politics. Politics, with which Rat had no connection saved him.\"", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "\"There isn't any left, Rat.\"\n\n\n Rat batted his tired eyes expressively. \"Tasted punk,\" he grinned at\n her.\n\n\n She sat down on the floor suddenly and buried her face.", "He grinned again and waggled his head at her. \"No. Who tell Rat?\"\n Suddenly he was deadly serious as he spoke to her. \"Rat a.w.o.l., go", "for him. \"Are you crazy, you skinny rat?\" Gray secured a hold on his\n shoulders and forced him down. \"You gotta brake! Don't you understand", "Greaseball looked over the interior and chuckled. \"The boss said strip\n her, and strip her I did. All right, Rat, outside.\" He followed the" ], [ "\"Who was that ... man? The one you put out?\" Gray asked.\n\n\n \"We call him Rat,\" Roberds said.", "Roberds nodded at him. \"Stick with it!\" and jerked a thumb at Rat\n outside. Grease nodded understanding.", "\"Damned rat!\" he whispered harshly. \"They ought to make a law forcing\n him to wear dark glasses!\"\n\n\n Roberds smiled wearily. \"His eyes do get a man, don't they?\"", "Roberds shook his head. \"He didn't take part in it. But Rat was\n attached to a very important office at the time, the outpost watch.", "\"Peterson,\" the field manager ordered, \"come over here and help me\n throw this rat out....\" He went for Rat. Peterson swung up out of his\n chair with balled fist. The outlander backed rapidly.", "\"No need, no need, no need!\" he said quickly. \"I go.\" Still backing, he\n blindly kicked at the door and stepped into the night.\nWhen the door slammed shut Roberds locked it. Peterson slumped in the\n chair.", "\"Rat,\" she said presently, \"I want to ask you something, rather\n personal? Your ... name. 'Rat'? Roberds told me something about your", "\"Okay, Rat, you can go to bed now.\" He dropped the ladder against the\n wall and sat on it. \"Good night.\" He watched Rat walk slowly away.", "Rat shook his head and said nothing.\n\n\n \"But Roberds said eight days, and he—\"", "\"Cold?\" he inquired concernedly.\n\n\n \"On the contrary, I'm too warm.\" She started to remove the blanket. Rat\n threw up a hand to stop her.", "Greaseball looked over the interior and chuckled. \"The boss said strip\n her, and strip her I did. All right, Rat, outside.\" He followed the", "\"Grit your teeth and hold on! Here we go.\" She picked up the blanketed\n girl in both arms and walked to the window. Rat took the girl easily as\n she was swung out, the blackness hid them both. But he appeared again\n instantly.", "They stood there glaring idiotically at each other.\n\n\n She burst out laughing. \"They even threw the drinking cups out!\" Rat\n inched the handle grudgingly and she applied lips to the faucet.", "The Chief Consul nodded. \"It does, usually. But this was a freak case.\n It would take hours to explain. However, I'll just sum it up in one\n word: politics. Politics, with which Rat had no connection saved him.\"", "\"Rat has the right idea,\" Roberds continued, \"but I had already thought\n of it. About the bunks and lockers. Greaseball has been out there all", "\"I got.\" Rat confirmed. \"Yes, Gladney. Damn heavy, Gladney.\"\n\n\n \"But how?\" she demanded. \"What of Roberds and Peterson?\"", "announced the return of Rat. The nurse pushed open the window wide, saw\n him out there with arms upstretched.", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "him, dazed. He kicked her. \"Get up!\" The tepid water ran off her face\n and far away she heard Judith calling.... She forced herself up. Rat\n was back in the chair.", "Gladney unexpectedly exploded. He had been awake for a long time,\n watching Rat at the board. Wrenching loose a chest strap he attempted\n to sit up." ], [ "\"Not brake,\" Rat answered sullenly. \"No, not brake.\"", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "The Chief Consul nodded. \"It does, usually. But this was a freak case.\n It would take hours to explain. However, I'll just sum it up in one\n word: politics. Politics, with which Rat had no connection saved him.\"", "Gladney unexpectedly exploded. He had been awake for a long time,\n watching Rat at the board. Wrenching loose a chest strap he attempted\n to sit up.", "Roberds shook his head. \"He didn't take part in it. But Rat was\n attached to a very important office at the time, the outpost watch.", "Rat watched the white, drawn face swing in the hammock beside him. And\n his hands never faltered on the controls.", "\"No talk!\" Rat insisted. \"Much hush-hush needed. Other girl shipshape.\n You make likewise.\" Forcibly he shoved her into a hammock. \"Wrap up", "Rat refused the expected answer. \"Land tonight, I think. Never been to\n Earth before. Somebody meet us, I think.\"", "be in it too, right along side of that sick girl in there! And Rat,\n get this:\nI'm\ngoing to pilot that ship. Understand? Consulate or", "\"Sorry!\" Rat whispered.\n\n\n \"Shut up and drive!\" she cried.\n\n\n \"Patti ...\" Judith called out, in pain.", "She didn't ask why. She said: \"Why couldn't he pilot the ship, I mean?\n What is his record?\"\n\n\n Peterson opened his mouth.", "you\n!\" He laughed with real satisfaction. \"Oh yes, Rat, they'll be\n somebody waiting for us all right.\" And then he added: \"If we land.\"", "She swung a vicious boot and missed by inches. Rat grinned, and made\n his way aft, hand over hand. He treaded cautiously along the deck. \"Do", "\"Rat! Damn you Rat, listen to me!\nWhen're you going to start braking\n,\n Rat?\"", "\"There isn't any left, Rat.\"\n\n\n Rat batted his tired eyes expressively. \"Tasted punk,\" he grinned at\n her.\n\n\n She sat down on the floor suddenly and buried her face.", "\"Who was that ... man? The one you put out?\" Gray asked.\n\n\n \"We call him Rat,\" Roberds said.", "Gladney sat up. He had heard the conversation between the two. \"You're\n right, Rat. No one would have believed you then, and no one will now.", "\"Very! She is becoming worse. I'm afraid to wait until daylight.\n And ... well, we want\nyou\nto pilot it! She refuses to risk\n Mr. Roberds' job. She favors you.\"", "\"Grit your teeth and hold on! Here we go.\" She picked up the blanketed\n girl in both arms and walked to the window. Rat took the girl easily as\n she was swung out, the blackness hid them both. But he appeared again\n instantly.", "Rat shook his head and said nothing.\n\n\n \"But Roberds said eight days, and he—\"" ], [ "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "Unheeding, Rat swung his eyes around in the gloom and discovered the\n woman, a nurse in uniform. He blinked at her and she returned the look,", "announced the return of Rat. The nurse pushed open the window wide, saw\n him out there with arms upstretched.", "Nurse Gray moved from the window and Rat saw the second form in the\n room, a slight, quiet figure on a small cot. \"My patient,\" Nurse Gray\n explained. \"She overheard our conversation awhile ago. Quick, please,\n can you?\"", "\"You catch on quick,\" Rat nodded. \"This six day, don't you know?\"\n\n\n Gladney sank back, exhausted. The nurse crept over to the pilot.\n \"Getting your figures mixed, aren't you?\"", "be in it too, right along side of that sick girl in there! And Rat,\n get this:\nI'm\ngoing to pilot that ship. Understand? Consulate or", "\"Very! She is becoming worse. I'm afraid to wait until daylight.\n And ... well, we want\nyou\nto pilot it! She refuses to risk\n Mr. Roberds' job. She favors you.\"", "Gladney unexpectedly exploded. He had been awake for a long time,\n watching Rat at the board. Wrenching loose a chest strap he attempted\n to sit up.", "\"Grit your teeth and hold on! Here we go.\" She picked up the blanketed\n girl in both arms and walked to the window. Rat took the girl easily as\n she was swung out, the blackness hid them both. But he appeared again\n instantly.", "\"Shut up!\" Rat cut him off sharply. \"You talk too much.\" He cast a\n glance at Nurse Gray and then threw a meaning look at Gladney.", "Rat watched the white, drawn face swing in the hammock beside him. And\n his hands never faltered on the controls.", "you\n!\" He laughed with real satisfaction. \"Oh yes, Rat, they'll be\n somebody waiting for us all right.\" And then he added: \"If we land.\"", "The Chief Consul nodded. \"It does, usually. But this was a freak case.\n It would take hours to explain. However, I'll just sum it up in one\n word: politics. Politics, with which Rat had no connection saved him.\"", "\"No talk!\" Rat insisted. \"Much hush-hush needed. Other girl shipshape.\n You make likewise.\" Forcibly he shoved her into a hammock. \"Wrap up", "\"Who was that ... man? The one you put out?\" Gray asked.\n\n\n \"We call him Rat,\" Roberds said.", "\"Sorry!\" Rat whispered.\n\n\n \"Shut up and drive!\" she cried.\n\n\n \"Patti ...\" Judith called out, in pain.", "Rat ignored this and asked one of her. \"What you and her doing up\n there?\" He pointed back and up, to where Mars obliterated the stars.", "wavering. She bit her lip and determination flowed back. She met the\n stare of his boring, off-colored eyes. Rat grinned suddenly. Nurse Gray\n almost smiled back, stopped before the others could see it.", "\"Rat,\" she said presently, \"I want to ask you something, rather\n personal? Your ... name. 'Rat'? Roberds told me something about your", "\"Rat! Damn you Rat, listen to me!\nWhen're you going to start braking\n,\n Rat?\"" ], [ "water. She followed. \"One tank water. All the rest fuel. Too bad, too\n bad. We get thirsty I think.\"\nThey did get thirsty, soon. A damnable hot thirst accented by", "Rat applied his lips to the tap and sampled. Coming up with a mouthful\n he swished it around on his tongue like mouthwash. Abruptly he", "the knowledge that water was precious, a thirst increased by a\n dried-up-in-the-mouth sensation. Their first drink was strangely\n bitter; tragically disappointing. Patti Gray suddenly swung upright in", "\"Faugh!\" Gray sprang back, forgot herself and lost her balance, sat\n down on the deck and spat out the water. \"It's hot! It tastes like hell\n and it's hot! It must be fuel!\"", "sameness of the poorly filtered air, a growing taint in the nostrils.\n Damp warm skin, reeking blankets. The taste of fuel in the mouth for", "They stood there glaring idiotically at each other.\n\n\n She burst out laughing. \"They even threw the drinking cups out!\" Rat\n inched the handle grudgingly and she applied lips to the faucet.", "\"No. I mean yes, I think. Water, no doubt. Yes. Fuel out, water in.\n Swish-swush. Dammit, Greaseball forget to wash tank!\"", "Gray nodded and went to the faucet. The drumming seemed remote, the\n tension vanished. She was an uncommonly long time in returning, at last\n she appeared beside him, outstretched hands dry.", "\"There isn't any left, Rat.\"\n\n\n Rat batted his tired eyes expressively. \"Tasted punk,\" he grinned at\n her.\n\n\n She sat down on the floor suddenly and buried her face.", "\"I'd like to burn 'em out!\" Peterson snarled.\nRat helped Greaseball fill the water tanks to capacity with fuel,\n checked the concentrated rations and grunted.", "like this,\" he called over his shoulder. \"Gravity punk too. Back and\n under, gravity.\" He waited until she joined him at the water tap.", "contrived a facial contortion between a grin and a grimace, and let\n some of the water trickle from the edges of his mouth. He swallowed and\n it cost him something.", "him, dazed. He kicked her. \"Get up!\" The tepid water ran off her face\n and far away she heard Judith calling.... She forced herself up. Rat\n was back in the chair.", "\"—had wings,\" he finished and chuckled. \"So likewise Greaseball.\" The\n pale office lights dropped away as they sped over the field. On the far\n horizon, a tinge of dawn crept along the uneven terrain.", "A double handful of tepid water was thrown in her face. \"Get up!\" Rat\n stood over her, face twisted, his body hunched. \"Get up!\" She stared at", "\"But what makes it so hot?\" She worked her mouth to dry-rinse the taste\n of the fuel.\n\n\n \"Ship get hot. Water on sun side. H-m-m-m-m-m-m.\"", "familiar feeling of a misplaced stomach attempting to force its\n crowded way into her boots plaguing her. Rockets roared in the rear.", "The girl did not answer then and a hushed expectancy fell over the\n ship. Somewhere aft a small motor was running. Wind whistled past the\n open lock.", "No, not quite. A wispy something was hanging just out of sight in\n the corner of the eye; the water tap was now moulded\nupward", "Greaseball looked over the interior and chuckled. \"The boss said strip\n her, and strip her I did. All right, Rat, outside.\" He followed the" ], [ "He grinned again and waggled his head at her. \"No. Who tell Rat?\"\n Suddenly he was deadly serious as he spoke to her. \"Rat a.w.o.l., go", "The Chief Consul nodded. \"It does, usually. But this was a freak case.\n It would take hours to explain. However, I'll just sum it up in one\n word: politics. Politics, with which Rat had no connection saved him.\"", "Roberds shook his head. \"He didn't take part in it. But Rat was\n attached to a very important office at the time, the outpost watch.", "\"Okay, Rat, you can go to bed now.\" He dropped the ladder against the\n wall and sat on it. \"Good night.\" He watched Rat walk slowly away.", "\"Who was that ... man? The one you put out?\" Gray asked.\n\n\n \"We call him Rat,\" Roberds said.", "\"Not brake,\" Rat answered sullenly. \"No, not brake.\"", "\"There isn't any left, Rat.\"\n\n\n Rat batted his tired eyes expressively. \"Tasted punk,\" he grinned at\n her.\n\n\n She sat down on the floor suddenly and buried her face.", "And when Mad Barry Sansan and his gang of thugs swooped down on the\n Ganymedean colony, there was no warning. Our friend Rat was AWOL.", "last\nnight ... in the office. Peterson had\n refused to meet them. After awhile Rat came out of it.", "\"Grit your teeth and hold on! Here we go.\" She picked up the blanketed\n girl in both arms and walked to the window. Rat took the girl easily as\n she was swung out, the blackness hid them both. But he appeared again\n instantly.", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "Gladney unexpectedly exploded. He had been awake for a long time,\n watching Rat at the board. Wrenching loose a chest strap he attempted\n to sit up.", "Rat shook his head and said nothing.\n\n\n \"But Roberds said eight days, and he—\"", "Rat looked at her and then at the girl on the cot. He vanished from the\n window. Almost immediately, he was back again.\n\n\n \"When?\" he whispered.", "Patti Gray paled. \"Yes,\" she whispered. \"Was Rat in that?\"", "\"Rat,\" she said presently, \"I want to ask you something, rather\n personal? Your ... name. 'Rat'? Roberds told me something about your", "out to help sick man alone in desert. Rat leave post. Not time send\n call through. Come back with man, find horrible thing happen.\"", "announced the return of Rat. The nurse pushed open the window wide, saw\n him out there with arms upstretched.", "Rat ignored this and asked one of her. \"What you and her doing up\n there?\" He pointed back and up, to where Mars obliterated the stars.", "\"Oh, we land.\" Rat confided, glad to share a secret.\n\n\n \"Yeah,\" Gladney grated. \"But in how many little pieces?\"" ], [ "\"No need, no need, no need!\" he said quickly. \"I go.\" Still backing, he\n blindly kicked at the door and stepped into the night.\nWhen the door slammed shut Roberds locked it. Peterson slumped in the\n chair.", "He turned to her with a weary ghost of the old smile on his face. \"We\n passed line. Three days ago, maybe.\" A shrug of shoulders.\n\n\n \"Passed!\" Gray and Gladney exclaimed in unison.", "\"—had wings,\" he finished and chuckled. \"So likewise Greaseball.\" The\n pale office lights dropped away as they sped over the field. On the far\n horizon, a tinge of dawn crept along the uneven terrain.", "Gray nodded and went to the faucet. The drumming seemed remote, the\n tension vanished. She was an uncommonly long time in returning, at last\n she appeared beside him, outstretched hands dry.", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "\"Grit your teeth and hold on! Here we go.\" She picked up the blanketed\n girl in both arms and walked to the window. Rat took the girl easily as\n she was swung out, the blackness hid them both. But he appeared again\n instantly.", "\"Okay, Rat, you can go to bed now.\" He dropped the ladder against the\n wall and sat on it. \"Good night.\" He watched Rat walk slowly away.", "him, dazed. He kicked her. \"Get up!\" The tepid water ran off her face\n and far away she heard Judith calling.... She forced herself up. Rat\n was back in the chair.", "\"I hear you.\" He turned on Gladney with dulled eyes. \"Lie down. You\n sick.\"", "Gladney unexpectedly exploded. He had been awake for a long time,\n watching Rat at the board. Wrenching loose a chest strap he attempted\n to sit up.", "\"Fan. With chair. Everything all right. I apologized.\" Rat finished up\n and was walking back to the lock. They heard a slight rustling of wings\n as he padded away.", "\"There isn't any left, Rat.\"\n\n\n Rat batted his tired eyes expressively. \"Tasted punk,\" he grinned at\n her.\n\n\n She sat down on the floor suddenly and buried her face.", "The girl did not answer then and a hushed expectancy fell over the\n ship. Somewhere aft a small motor was running. Wind whistled past the\n open lock.", "\"Lie still! We go. Boss get wise.\" With lightning fingers he flicked\n several switches on the panel, turned to her. \"Hold belly. Zoom!\"", "\"Inside. No noise, no light. Easy.\" But in spite of his warning she\n tripped in the darkness. He helped her from the floor and guided her to\n the hammocks.", "Gladney sat up. He had heard the conversation between the two. \"You're\n right, Rat. No one would have believed you then, and no one will now.", "\"Well,\" Judith said. \"I've certainly learned my lesson!\"\n\n\n Gray didn't answer, but from out of the darkness surrounding her came a\n sound remarkably resembling a snort.", "\"Judith?\" she asked.\n\n\n \"Here. Beside you, trussed up so tight I can hardly breathe.\"", "\"Oh, we land.\" Rat confided, glad to share a secret.\n\n\n \"Yeah,\" Gladney grated. \"But in how many little pieces?\"", "\"But why didn't you explain?\"\n\n\n He grinned again. \"Who believe? Sick man die soon after.\"" ], [ "He grinned again and waggled his head at her. \"No. Who tell Rat?\"\n Suddenly he was deadly serious as he spoke to her. \"Rat a.w.o.l., go", "\"Not brake,\" Rat answered sullenly. \"No, not brake.\"", "The Chief Consul nodded. \"It does, usually. But this was a freak case.\n It would take hours to explain. However, I'll just sum it up in one\n word: politics. Politics, with which Rat had no connection saved him.\"", "Gladney sat up. He had heard the conversation between the two. \"You're\n right, Rat. No one would have believed you then, and no one will now.", "\"No talk!\" Rat insisted. \"Much hush-hush needed. Other girl shipshape.\n You make likewise.\" Forcibly he shoved her into a hammock. \"Wrap up", "Rat shook his head and said nothing.\n\n\n \"But Roberds said eight days, and he—\"", "\"Shut up!\" Rat cut him off sharply. \"You talk too much.\" He cast a\n glance at Nurse Gray and then threw a meaning look at Gladney.", "\"There isn't any left, Rat.\"\n\n\n Rat batted his tired eyes expressively. \"Tasted punk,\" he grinned at\n her.\n\n\n She sat down on the floor suddenly and buried her face.", "\"Oh, we land.\" Rat confided, glad to share a secret.\n\n\n \"Yeah,\" Gladney grated. \"But in how many little pieces?\"", "\"Who was that ... man? The one you put out?\" Gray asked.\n\n\n \"We call him Rat,\" Roberds said.", "Roberds shook his head. \"He didn't take part in it. But Rat was\n attached to a very important office at the time, the outpost watch.", "record. But ... please tell me, Rat. You didn't know the attack was\n coming, did you?\"", "\"Okay, Rat, you can go to bed now.\" He dropped the ladder against the\n wall and sat on it. \"Good night.\" He watched Rat walk slowly away.", "last\nnight ... in the office. Peterson had\n refused to meet them. After awhile Rat came out of it.", "\"Sorry!\" Rat whispered.\n\n\n \"Shut up and drive!\" she cried.\n\n\n \"Patti ...\" Judith called out, in pain.", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "\"Rat,\" she said presently, \"I want to ask you something, rather\n personal? Your ... name. 'Rat'? Roberds told me something about your", "Gladney unexpectedly exploded. He had been awake for a long time,\n watching Rat at the board. Wrenching loose a chest strap he attempted\n to sit up.", "\"Cold?\" he inquired concernedly.\n\n\n \"On the contrary, I'm too warm.\" She started to remove the blanket. Rat\n threw up a hand to stop her.", "Patti Gray paled. \"Yes,\" she whispered. \"Was Rat in that?\"" ], [ "Roberds nodded at him. \"Stick with it!\" and jerked a thumb at Rat\n outside. Grease nodded understanding.", "Roberds shook his head. \"He didn't take part in it. But Rat was\n attached to a very important office at the time, the outpost watch.", "\"Who was that ... man? The one you put out?\" Gray asked.\n\n\n \"We call him Rat,\" Roberds said.", "\"Rat,\" she said presently, \"I want to ask you something, rather\n personal? Your ... name. 'Rat'? Roberds told me something about your", "Rat shook his head and said nothing.\n\n\n \"But Roberds said eight days, and he—\"", "The Chief Consul nodded. \"It does, usually. But this was a freak case.\n It would take hours to explain. However, I'll just sum it up in one\n word: politics. Politics, with which Rat had no connection saved him.\"", "\"Damned rat!\" he whispered harshly. \"They ought to make a law forcing\n him to wear dark glasses!\"\n\n\n Roberds smiled wearily. \"His eyes do get a man, don't they?\"", "\"Not brake,\" Rat answered sullenly. \"No, not brake.\"", "\"Grit your teeth and hold on! Here we go.\" She picked up the blanketed\n girl in both arms and walked to the window. Rat took the girl easily as\n she was swung out, the blackness hid them both. But he appeared again\n instantly.", "\"I got.\" Rat confirmed. \"Yes, Gladney. Damn heavy, Gladney.\"\n\n\n \"But how?\" she demanded. \"What of Roberds and Peterson?\"", "\"Okay, Rat, you can go to bed now.\" He dropped the ladder against the\n wall and sat on it. \"Good night.\" He watched Rat walk slowly away.", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "\"Rat has the right idea,\" Roberds continued, \"but I had already thought\n of it. About the bunks and lockers. Greaseball has been out there all", "She swung a vicious boot and missed by inches. Rat grinned, and made\n his way aft, hand over hand. He treaded cautiously along the deck. \"Do", "\"No need, no need, no need!\" he said quickly. \"I go.\" Still backing, he\n blindly kicked at the door and stepped into the night.\nWhen the door slammed shut Roberds locked it. Peterson slumped in the\n chair.", "\"Rat! Damn you Rat, listen to me!\nWhen're you going to start braking\n,\n Rat?\"", "Gladney unexpectedly exploded. He had been awake for a long time,\n watching Rat at the board. Wrenching loose a chest strap he attempted\n to sit up.", "Rat watched the white, drawn face swing in the hammock beside him. And\n his hands never faltered on the controls.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\n\"Listen, Rat!\" Roberds said, \"what\nI\nsay goes around here. It doesn't", "\"Oh, we land.\" Rat confided, glad to share a secret.\n\n\n \"Yeah,\" Gladney grated. \"But in how many little pieces?\"" ], [ "He turned to her with a weary ghost of the old smile on his face. \"We\n passed line. Three days ago, maybe.\" A shrug of shoulders.\n\n\n \"Passed!\" Gray and Gladney exclaimed in unison.", "The girl did not answer then and a hushed expectancy fell over the\n ship. Somewhere aft a small motor was running. Wind whistled past the\n open lock.", "\"I'll be damned if I'm going to lie here and let you drive us to Orion!\n We must be near the half-way line! When are you going to start braking?\"", "\"I can take it.\" Suddenly she smiled, wanly. \"I was with the Fleet. How\n long will it take?\"\n\n\n \"Eight days, in\nthat\nship.\"", "crept a slow-torturing substitute. As the ship revolved, monotonously,\n first the ceiling and then the floor took on dullish, maddening\n aspects, eyes ached continuously from staring at them time and again", "\"He has a good point there, Rat,\" she spoke up. \"What about this\n half-way line?\"", "\"That long!\" she was incredulous. \"I'm never out more than three\n hours!\" Unloosening more straps, she sat up, glanced at the control\n panel.", "Rat himself provided the answer by alighting at the lip with a jar that\n shook the ship. He was breathing heavily and lugging something in his\n arms. The burden groaned.\n\n\n \"Gladney!\" Nurse Gray exclaimed.", "She swung a vicious boot and missed by inches. Rat grinned, and made\n his way aft, hand over hand. He treaded cautiously along the deck. \"Do", "Roberds lit his pipe, and carefully hid his emotions. He knew Peterson\n was harboring the same thoughts. Eight days in space, in a small ship", "\"yes. Sparingly. Four hours every time, maybe.\" Back to Gray. \"You,\n me ... twice a day. Too bad.\" His eyes drifted aft to the tank of", "\"—he on Mars. I here. Boss nuts, too sad. He drive, it be eight days.\n Now only six.\" He cast a glance at Judith and found her eyes closed.\n \"Six days, no brake. No.\"", "\"How many days? How many days!\" Gray begged of him thousands of times\n until the very repetition grated on her eardrums. \"How many days?\"", "\"—had wings,\" he finished and chuckled. \"So likewise Greaseball.\" The\n pale office lights dropped away as they sped over the field. On the far\n horizon, a tinge of dawn crept along the uneven terrain.", "handle. But the cruise ended when she lost control of the ship because\n of an attack of space-appendicitis. The rest you know.\"", "\"You catch on quick,\" Rat nodded. \"This six day, don't you know?\"\n\n\n Gladney sank back, exhausted. The nurse crept over to the pilot.\n \"Getting your figures mixed, aren't you?\"", "Gladney unexpectedly exploded. He had been awake for a long time,\n watching Rat at the board. Wrenching loose a chest strap he attempted\n to sit up.", "\"You might call it a pleasure jaunt. She's only seventeen. We came over\n in a cruiser belonging to her father; it was rather large and easy to", "water. She followed. \"One tank water. All the rest fuel. Too bad, too\n bad. We get thirsty I think.\"\nThey did get thirsty, soon. A damnable hot thirst accented by", "\"Gray?\" Judith asked fearfully.\n\n\n \"Yes?\"\n\n\n \"Hasn't the pilot been gone an awfully long time?\"" ] ]

[ "After the first 4 paragraphs, what is clear about the main character?", "What is clear about the relationship between Ptarra and Arnek?", "Which word best describes Arnek?", "Which word best describes Ptarra?", "What is ironic about the outlook of the humans by the main characters?", "What do we learn about silths?", "What changed Ptarra's opinion about the humans?", "What does the passage suggest about intelligence?", "What is ironic about the \"higher fertility?\"", "Where is the ship headed?" ]

[ [ "He is scared of the tiny creatures", "He is an alien being", "He is a human investigating a crash", "He is physically hurt" ], [ "They are not related", "Arnek is clearly in charge", "They are in love", "Ptarra is clearly in charge" ], [ "Sophisticated", "Meek", "Strong", "Loving " ], [ "Submissive", "Domineering", "Strong", "Educated" ], [ "They are looking at their food in humans", "No irony", "The humans aren't the dominating species", "Ptarra's shock about the female role" ], [ "Thy are violent creatures", "They are evil beings", "They are more advanced than their form would lead you to believe", "They take on forms of different creatures for survival" ], [ "Their nerve fibers", "Her opinion never changed", "Their resiliency during the fight", "The construction of their ships" ], [ "You are never smart enough", "Its all you need to thrive", "It is infallible", "Intuition can be just as important as knowledge" ], [ "Silths never reproduce", "N/A", "Humans don't have children in liters", "Humans don't reproduce often" ], [ "Jupiter", "Mars", "Earth", "To their home planet" ] ]

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[ [ "Four hundred years! And now—now, he thought, he was tired. It no\n longer mattered. His home lay in ruins eons away. Let Ptarra worry", "He forced himself over the hateful dryness of the floor, up to the\n open mouth. Beyond lay the lungs, the circulatory system, and then the\n strange nerve bundle in the skull.", "He set the first stage up, however. This time he managed with no help\n from Ptarra. Then he relapsed into unconsciousness, making no effort to", "Arnek took off. His hunger had so far failed to weaken him, and he was\n covering the ground at two hundred miles an hour before the little\n vehicle had picked up a tenth of that speed.", "Arnek moved forward to help, but she waved him back impatiently, and he\n waited meekly until she finished. She was right, of course. As a male,", "He could feel his nerve body tense from horn tip to tail root, but he\n stifled his response and quickened his pace. Ahead, the trail left by", "about it. He twisted his neck back to put his snout under his tail and\n tried to sleep, while hunger rumbled noisily in his stomach.", "world, or the thing was stronger than it looked. The first leap sent\n the burdened human backwards more than twenty feet. Then it was\n bounding off in frantic efforts to reach the further side of the", "Some of it was ugly, and some was hard. But the last stage was almost\n pleasant. He had forgotten how unsatisfactory the nerves of the last", "\"Do you remember everything?\" Ptarra asked. \"You've got to regain\n consciousness after the first stage. You can do that, if you set your\n mind to it.\"", "him out of his torpor. He felt half sick, and he could vaguely sense\n that the new silth was fevered and uncomfortable. But, amazingly, it", "\"It's about time,\" Ptarra's thoughts reached him. They were weak now,\n since it was hard to transmit in a partial stage, but they were cold", "The bowl was bright in the glare of the orange sunlight, but at first\n Arnek saw nothing. Then, as his gaze swept back toward the nearer\n section, he blinked his great eyes, only half believing what they\n registered.", "\"I remember,\" Arnek agreed wearily. He'd had the whole routine drilled\n into him repeatedly until he was sick of it. It was like the horror of", "mental signals were a blur. Then she stopped, staring down at what she\n held. \"There—a cavity in the head, filled with nerve fibers. There\n must be three pounds there alone. What freak of evolution would put", "\"It seems almost intelligent,\" he said softly.\n\n\n He strained to follow the faint wash of impressions on the lower band.\n There was something there that struck a familiar chord in his thoughts,\n but he could not decode it.", "seemed to be only partly conscious. He sighed and scooped up the ground\n car, carrying it back to Ptarra.", "Arnek shivered down the length of his nerves with an ancient distaste\n for crawling things. \"Let's go back,\" he suggested uneasily. \"There's\n nothing here for us, and I'm hungry.\"", "Slowly and in jerks, the arm moved across the control board, and clumsy\n fingers managed to move controls. And at last, from Ptarra's mind,\n Arnek began to see the plan.", "Then the first allergic reactions began, and he had to relapse into\n instinct, to let his being fight to save both himself and his host\n cells from the reaction." ], [ "Ptarra's thoughts cut through Arnek's efforts to understand.\n \"Reproduction feelings,\" she reported in satisfaction. \"They must have", "\"Quiet!\" Ptarra ordered sharply. Then, as Arnek switched from a\n thudding run to a smooth, creeping approach, the mental impulse took", "Even Arnek could see the logic behind Ptarra's assumption in that.\n Colonizing would explain the sending out of a male and female in each", "\"Logic!\" Arnek thought softly, and there was wonder at a mind\n like Ptarra's that could achieve such understanding of even alien\n mechanisms. Yet under it there was still a cold knot of fear along his\n nerves.", "\"Just instinct,\" Ptarra dismissed it with cool logic. \"A female seeking\n food for its injured mate.\"\n\n\n Arnek sighed uncomfortably. \"It doesn't seem female,\" he objected.", "new silth forms. Now there was only the one pair—Arnek and Ptarra.", "Ptarra grunted. \"Sometimes,\" she admitted, \"you almost think like a\n female. They would kill us, of course, if we stupidly stayed where", "Let them go.\"\nArnek felt the faint, murky mental signals so low on the band, and he\n knew Ptarra was right. They were staggering now, and the smaller one", "She began shifting at once. The silth gasped and tried to thresh about\n in death as Ptarra released control. Arnek sighed to himself and began\n to follow.", "inflexible female logic of his mate. Ptarra had won her point, as she\n always did; now she might at least have shown some consideration for\n him and his silth!", "Ptarra nodded. \"They're coming. After four hundred years, we have\n a chance. New silths to breed. A chance to reproduce ourselves and", "Arnek moved forward to help, but she waved him back impatiently, and he\n waited meekly until she finished. She was right, of course. As a male,", "Slowly and in jerks, the arm moved across the control board, and clumsy\n fingers managed to move controls. And at last, from Ptarra's mind,\n Arnek began to see the plan.", "\"It's about time,\" Ptarra's thoughts reached him. They were weak now,\n since it was hard to transmit in a partial stage, but they were cold", "\"Don't be silly,\" Ptarra answered, and the old female superiority\n was strong in the thought. \"Of course it's too small for us; I knew", "Ptarra's thoughts had begun to fade from the strain and the long\n interruption to her hibernation. But now she caught momentary control", "Night had fallen before Ptarra was satisfied. The two silths moved\n forward as softly as they could, but the loud breathing noises went on,\n and there was no stir of alarm anywhere on the mental band.", "There was amusement in Ptarra's thoughts. \"If your hunger is so great,\n why didn't you eat them? They aren't much, of course, but the blood\n smells sweet enough.\"", "Ptarra's legs led through a gully and up a rise to the lip of a small,\n stony basin. The four hundred tons of Ptarra's female silth squatted", "In the hunt, Arnek had long since become only an extension of his\n dominant mate. Now he folded his forelegs and dropped his head and neck\n into a javelin aimed between humans and ships. The smaller of the two\n was almost at the ramp." ], [ "Arnek moved forward to help, but she waved him back impatiently, and he\n waited meekly until she finished. She was right, of course. As a male,", "Arnek took off. His hunger had so far failed to weaken him, and he was\n covering the ground at two hundred miles an hour before the little\n vehicle had picked up a tenth of that speed.", "\"Arnek!\" The call came sharply on one of the guard frequencies of the\n mental spectrum. \"Arnek, stop lagging and get up here!\"", "It was a bitter day for Arnek. His stomach protested, and by the end of\n the chase, his legs were beginning to weaken. But ahead of them, the", "There was no answer to such logic, other than the vague discontent\n Arnek felt. And he knew that was only because of his envy of the", "In the hunt, Arnek had long since become only an extension of his\n dominant mate. Now he folded his forelegs and dropped his head and neck\n into a javelin aimed between humans and ships. The smaller of the two\n was almost at the ramp.", "\"I remember,\" Arnek agreed wearily. He'd had the whole routine drilled\n into him repeatedly until he was sick of it. It was like the horror of", "It all seemed quite logical, but Arnek felt a tension of intuition\n along his entire nerve network. No anna had ever used a silth capable", "\"Quiet!\" Ptarra ordered sharply. Then, as Arnek switched from a\n thudding run to a smooth, creeping approach, the mental impulse took", "At the last moment, moved by a sudden impulse, Arnek dropped his head\n lower and retracted his neck to soften the blow. He felt the human\n midge strike against his snout and go caromming off, to land fifty feet\n away.", "Arnek shivered down the length of his nerves with an ancient distaste\n for crawling things. \"Let's go back,\" he suggested uneasily. \"There's\n nothing here for us, and I'm hungry.\"", "The bowl was bright in the glare of the orange sunlight, but at first\n Arnek saw nothing. Then, as his gaze swept back toward the nearer\n section, he blinked his great eyes, only half believing what they\n registered.", "Arnek braked and pivoted sharply. The larger human had run forward\n toward the bloodied smaller figure. But as the silth's head faced", "Arnek sighed to himself, while the pressure of tension refused to\n leave. \"Are you sure?\"", "\"Logic!\" Arnek thought softly, and there was wonder at a mind\n like Ptarra's that could achieve such understanding of even alien\n mechanisms. Yet under it there was still a cold knot of fear along his\n nerves.", "Ptarra's thoughts cut through Arnek's efforts to understand.\n \"Reproduction feelings,\" she reported in satisfaction. \"They must have", "Left to himself, Arnek would have perished long ago. Their hope of\n retraining the clumsy forelegs of the silth forms had proved futile,", "Arnek could have squashed them with a single thrust of his leg. But\n he stood irresolutely, observing the garments and headgear they wore,", "tiny, exploding pellets struck against Arnek's snout. He bellowed in\n annoyance and took a step forward, lifting a foreleg to swat at the\n midge.", "Arnek let his weak thoughts blend into hers, trying to give strength as\n she had often done to him. She was straining her utmost will." ], [ "\"Quiet!\" Ptarra ordered sharply. Then, as Arnek switched from a\n thudding run to a smooth, creeping approach, the mental impulse took", "Ptarra grunted. \"Sometimes,\" she admitted, \"you almost think like a\n female. They would kill us, of course, if we stupidly stayed where", "Ptarra's thoughts cut through Arnek's efforts to understand.\n \"Reproduction feelings,\" she reported in satisfaction. \"They must have", "Ptarra's legs led through a gully and up a rise to the lip of a small,\n stony basin. The four hundred tons of Ptarra's female silth squatted", "\"Just instinct,\" Ptarra dismissed it with cool logic. \"A female seeking\n food for its injured mate.\"\n\n\n Arnek sighed uncomfortably. \"It doesn't seem female,\" he objected.", "inflexible female logic of his mate. Ptarra had won her point, as she\n always did; now she might at least have shown some consideration for\n him and his silth!", "Ptarra dropped her eyelids, swearing as the missiles stung. She reached\n in with a short foreleg. There was a single shrill cry and the sound of", "Ptarra nodded. \"They're coming. After four hundred years, we have\n a chance. New silths to breed. A chance to reproduce ourselves and", "\"Don't be silly,\" Ptarra answered, and the old female superiority\n was strong in the thought. \"Of course it's too small for us; I knew", "Ptarra's thoughts had begun to fade from the strain and the long\n interruption to her hibernation. But now she caught momentary control", "It took nearly an hour, and he could see the thin film of Ptarra\n already lying over the sleeping human.", "\"Stop it,\" Ptarra ordered. \"It may have a camera, so don't waste time.\n The less the builders learn about us, the better.\"", "\"It's about time,\" Ptarra's thoughts reached him. They were weak now,\n since it was hard to transmit in a partial stage, but they were cold", "Let Ptarra put it down to another male whim if she liked, but he hadn't\n thought of eating them before. There had been something cute and", "\"Logic!\" Arnek thought softly, and there was wonder at a mind\n like Ptarra's that could achieve such understanding of even alien\n mechanisms. Yet under it there was still a cold knot of fear along his\n nerves.", "There was no time to admit his error, however. Ptarra's silth lunged\n upright and the great rear legs began pulping ground and rocks in a", "Night had fallen before Ptarra was satisfied. The two silths moved\n forward as softly as they could, but the loud breathing noises went on,\n and there was no stir of alarm anywhere on the mental band.", "Then a wave of amusement from Ptarra checked him. \"They'd never reach\n that far,\" she called. \"They can't survive the crash of their vehicle.", "She began shifting at once. The silth gasped and tried to thresh about\n in death as Ptarra released control. Arnek sighed to himself and began\n to follow.", "There was amusement in Ptarra's thoughts. \"If your hunger is so great,\n why didn't you eat them? They aren't much, of course, but the blood\n smells sweet enough.\"" ], [ "that tossed it fifty feet to land on its back. He lumbered forward to\n squash it, then hesitated. An opening had appeared and two of the tiny\n humans were staggering out. One was supporting the other. At sight of", "true,\" she muttered. \"Intuition! It's against all logic. But there are\n only manual controls here. Where\nare\nthose silly creatures?\"", "A moon came up, and they could see the depression clearly in its light.\n Now Arnek saw the larger human slipping across the ground toward the", "Then a wave of amusement from Ptarra checked him. \"They'd never reach\n that far,\" she called. \"They can't survive the crash of their vehicle.", "smaller one lay supine, but the larger human faced the two silths,\n holding his pitiful weapon, and waited grimly until they were almost\n within reach. This time the explosive pellets were aimed for their eyes.", "later arrivals could find us. Now come on. We've got to chase the\n creatures around today until they're tired enough to sleep soundly. And\n don't let them get near that ship, either!\"", "ships tailing us, but let 'em look. When they find the dinosaurs and\n what's left of our ship, they'll stop looking. The heat's going to be", "Below, the two humans swung around at the earth-shaking thunder of\n the charge and started a frantic scrambling. They were making shrill\n sounds now, and the extreme low band of the mental spectrum held faint\n impulses.", "There were none.\n\n\n \"Maybe the creatures operated it—and the ship,\" Arnek said. He\n expected the same reaction the remark had drawn before.", "\"Another probe,\" Ptarra said. There was disappointment in her thoughts,\n quickly masked by cold logic. \"Naturally, they'd wait to check with", "This time his mate was making no effort to rip the ship apart. She was\n staring through one of the tiny ports, trying to fit her great eye", "It was obviously too small to be more than a message carrier. Yet, as\n he looked more closely, he could see motion. Two tiny creatures, not", "In the hunt, Arnek had long since become only an extension of his\n dominant mate. Now he folded his forelegs and dropped his head and neck\n into a javelin aimed between humans and ships. The smaller of the two\n was almost at the ramp.", "\"Don't be silly,\" Ptarra answered, and the old female superiority\n was strong in the thought. \"Of course it's too small for us; I knew", "Four hundred years! And now—now, he thought, he was tired. It no\n longer mattered. His home lay in ruins eons away. Let Ptarra worry", "does\nalmost look that way. But it's logically\n impossible. Besides, there are automatic controls for guiding the\n probe. The builders probably just amused themselves, the way we once", "They had toured a quadrant of the new galaxy, studying planet after\n planet, before they found this world. Here the great beasts were", "greater ability of the other sex. He settled back, ruminating hungrily\n and listening to the signal from space.", "She was lunging to her feet, just as an opening appeared in the ship.\n This time something ran out, down the ramp—a tiny gadget of churning", "human. \"Be glad you can twitch. Some bug we picked up, but it's better\n than being eaten. We're in the clover, kid. Maybe we still got more cop" ], [ "\"There is food and water near if we have to rouse from hibernation\n while we grow into these silths,\" Ptarra reported. \"Now—help me if you\n can.\"", "Ptarra nodded. \"They're coming. After four hundred years, we have\n a chance. New silths to breed. A chance to reproduce ourselves and", "Night had fallen before Ptarra was satisfied. The two silths moved\n forward as softly as they could, but the loud breathing noises went on,\n and there was no stir of alarm anywhere on the mental band.", "him out of his torpor. He felt half sick, and he could vaguely sense\n that the new silth was fevered and uncomfortable. But, amazingly, it", "And then had come the hunt for new silth forms, since the trip had aged\n the others beyond the power of reproduction, in spite of all their\n precautions.", "smaller one lay supine, but the larger human faced the two silths,\n holding his pitiful weapon, and waited grimly until they were almost\n within reach. This time the explosive pellets were aimed for their eyes.", "Inside the silth, the two-pound network of converted nerve cells that\n was Arnek brooded darkly in self-pity and resentment against the", "Arnek sighed, and his stomach rumbled a protest. But he ignored it.\n \"What good is it? We surely can't make a silth out of a tiny thing like\n that?\"", "A hundred of the marvelously adapted silths of their universe had\n survived the eons of suspended animation to preserve their occupants.", "Left to himself, Arnek would have perished long ago. Their hope of\n retraining the clumsy forelegs of the silth forms had proved futile,", "She began shifting at once. The silth gasped and tried to thresh about\n in death as Ptarra released control. Arnek sighed to himself and began\n to follow.", "silth had been. These were like coming home to a friendly world, in a\n universe that had died too long ago and far away. For a time, he was\n almost glad that he had not died with it.", "\"Twice,\" Ptarra said. \"I've just realized my silth is a male, as you\n suggested it might be. Amusing, reversing the sexes, isn't it?\"", "Ptarra's legs led through a gully and up a rise to the lip of a small,\n stony basin. The four hundred tons of Ptarra's female silth squatted", "higher fertility than I hoped if they can think of it while sick.\" Then\n her thoughts sharpened. \"Take over your silth!\"", "Finding a silth form was never easy. There had been only three animals\n that had served in their entire old galaxy. Only a creature with", "the entire spectrum. \"Arnek, there are pounds of nerve fiber in the\n creature! High grade—better than that in these silth forms. As good as\n that in any silth. Here, give me the other.\"", "\"Twice?\" Arnek asked. He'd been somehow right that the silths\n controlled their own ships, of course. But....", "lower orders. They'll make good silths.... Now let's see what we can\n find in the probe.\"\nShe slipped a claw into the base opening and began working it upwards", "It was a small thing, hardly taller than Arnek's silth—maybe not even\n as tall. But it was too regular and obviously artificial, a pointed" ], [ "Ptarra grunted. \"Sometimes,\" she admitted, \"you almost think like a\n female. They would kill us, of course, if we stupidly stayed where", "\"Quiet!\" Ptarra ordered sharply. Then, as Arnek switched from a\n thudding run to a smooth, creeping approach, the mental impulse took", "Ptarra nodded. \"They're coming. After four hundred years, we have\n a chance. New silths to breed. A chance to reproduce ourselves and", "It took nearly an hour, and he could see the thin film of Ptarra\n already lying over the sleeping human.", "Let Ptarra put it down to another male whim if she liked, but he hadn't\n thought of eating them before. There had been something cute and", "\"Don't be silly,\" Ptarra answered, and the old female superiority\n was strong in the thought. \"Of course it's too small for us; I knew", "Ptarra's thoughts had begun to fade from the strain and the long\n interruption to her hibernation. But now she caught momentary control", "\"Logic!\" Arnek thought softly, and there was wonder at a mind\n like Ptarra's that could achieve such understanding of even alien\n mechanisms. Yet under it there was still a cold knot of fear along his\n nerves.", "\"It's about time,\" Ptarra's thoughts reached him. They were weak now,\n since it was hard to transmit in a partial stage, but they were cold", "Ptarra's thoughts cut through Arnek's efforts to understand.\n \"Reproduction feelings,\" she reported in satisfaction. \"They must have", "Ptarra dropped her eyelids, swearing as the missiles stung. She reached\n in with a short foreleg. There was a single shrill cry and the sound of", "Four hundred years! And now—now, he thought, he was tired. It no\n longer mattered. His home lay in ruins eons away. Let Ptarra worry", "\"Just instinct,\" Ptarra dismissed it with cool logic. \"A female seeking\n food for its injured mate.\"\n\n\n Arnek sighed uncomfortably. \"It doesn't seem female,\" he objected.", "Then a wave of amusement from Ptarra checked him. \"They'd never reach\n that far,\" she called. \"They can't survive the crash of their vehicle.", "Slowly and in jerks, the arm moved across the control board, and clumsy\n fingers managed to move controls. And at last, from Ptarra's mind,\n Arnek began to see the plan.", "Even Arnek could see the logic behind Ptarra's assumption in that.\n Colonizing would explain the sending out of a male and female in each", "There was no time to admit his error, however. Ptarra's silth lunged\n upright and the great rear legs began pulping ground and rocks in a", "There was amusement in Ptarra's thoughts. \"If your hunger is so great,\n why didn't you eat them? They aren't much, of course, but the blood\n smells sweet enough.\"", "\"Stop it,\" Ptarra ordered. \"It may have a camera, so don't waste time.\n The less the builders learn about us, the better.\"", "inflexible female logic of his mate. Ptarra had won her point, as she\n always did; now she might at least have shown some consideration for\n him and his silth!" ], [ "\"It seems almost intelligent,\" he said softly.\n\n\n He strained to follow the faint wash of impressions on the lower band.\n There was something there that struck a familiar chord in his thoughts,\n but he could not decode it.", "mental signals were a blur. Then she stopped, staring down at what she\n held. \"There—a cavity in the head, filled with nerve fibers. There\n must be three pounds there alone. What freak of evolution would put", "\"Intuition!\" Ptarra snorted. Then she seemed less certain. \"Yet I can't\n blame you this time. It\ndoes", "again. There was appreciation in them for his praise. And then there\n was amusement. \"Logic,\" she agreed. \"But perhaps intuition isn't too\n bad for a male. You've been right twice.\"", "This time Ptarra showed no amusement. Her great head shook in\n puzzlement. \"About one time in ten thousand a crazy male hunch comes", "He forced himself over the hateful dryness of the floor, up to the\n open mouth. Beyond lay the lungs, the circulatory system, and then the\n strange nerve bundle in the skull.", "\"Don't be silly,\" Ptarra answered, and the old female superiority\n was strong in the thought. \"Of course it's too small for us; I knew", "At the last moment, moved by a sudden impulse, Arnek dropped his head\n lower and retracted his neck to soften the blow. He felt the human\n midge strike against his snout and go caromming off, to land fifty feet\n away.", "Ptarra grunted. \"Sometimes,\" she admitted, \"you almost think like a\n female. They would kill us, of course, if we stupidly stayed where", "It was obviously too small to be more than a message carrier. Yet, as\n he looked more closely, he could see motion. Two tiny creatures, not", "Ptarra's thoughts cut through Arnek's efforts to understand.\n \"Reproduction feelings,\" she reported in satisfaction. \"They must have", "true,\" she muttered. \"Intuition! It's against all logic. But there are\n only manual controls here. Where\nare\nthose silly creatures?\"", "of independent intelligence. There must be something wrong with it.\n Once they infiltrated the new silth, of course, they could soon convert\n enough nerves to blank out all control from their carriers. But....", "\"Another hunch? Don't be silly, Arnek. It has to be a female. The\n larger, stronger and more intelligent form is always female. How else", "Arnek moved forward to help, but she waved him back impatiently, and he\n waited meekly until she finished. She was right, of course. As a male,", "Below, the two humans swung around at the earth-shaking thunder of\n the charge and started a frantic scrambling. They were making shrill\n sounds now, and the extreme low band of the mental spectrum held faint\n impulses.", "world, or the thing was stronger than it looked. The first leap sent\n the burdened human backwards more than twenty feet. Then it was\n bounding off in frantic efforts to reach the further side of the", "them all together in such a vulnerable spot? And yet, there's a certain\n efficiency about it. It isn't logical—and yet it is.\"", "With infinite care, she managed to hook one claw over a miniature\n control. Almost immediately, radio waves began forming a recurrent\n pattern along their nerves, coming in long and short pulses.", "\"Quiet!\" Ptarra ordered sharply. Then, as Arnek switched from a\n thudding run to a smooth, creeping approach, the mental impulse took" ], [ "higher fertility than I hoped if they can think of it while sick.\" Then\n her thoughts sharpened. \"Take over your silth!\"", "Ptarra's thoughts cut through Arnek's efforts to understand.\n \"Reproduction feelings,\" she reported in satisfaction. \"They must have", "could it care for the young? It needs ability for a whole family, while\n the male needs only enough for himself. The laws of evolution are\n logical or we wouldn't have evolved at all.\"", "again. There was appreciation in them for his praise. And then there\n was amusement. \"Logic,\" she agreed. \"But perhaps intuition isn't too\n bad for a male. You've been right twice.\"", "For a moment, she was silent. Then there was a mental shrug, and almost\n amusement as she answered. \"Matching sex isn't logically necessary.\n It might even be an interesting amusement. But I must have the larger\n body.\"", "\"Another hunch? Don't be silly, Arnek. It has to be a female. The\n larger, stronger and more intelligent form is always female. How else", "human. \"Be glad you can twitch. Some bug we picked up, but it's better\n than being eaten. We're in the clover, kid. Maybe we still got more cop", "\"Twice,\" Ptarra said. \"I've just realized my silth is a male, as you\n suggested it might be. Amusing, reversing the sexes, isn't it?\"", "Ptarra nodded. \"They're coming. After four hundred years, we have\n a chance. New silths to breed. A chance to reproduce ourselves and", "mental signals were a blur. Then she stopped, staring down at what she\n held. \"There—a cavity in the head, filled with nerve fibers. There\n must be three pounds there alone. What freak of evolution would put", "them all together in such a vulnerable spot? And yet, there's a certain\n efficiency about it. It isn't logical—and yet it is.\"", "greater ability of the other sex. He settled back, ruminating hungrily\n and listening to the signal from space.", "\"Don't be silly,\" Ptarra answered, and the old female superiority\n was strong in the thought. \"Of course it's too small for us; I knew", "\"Why not?\" Contempt for male thought was mixed with smug satisfaction\n for her own. \"We don't use the other cells anyhow. Oh, there will be", "This time Ptarra showed no amusement. Her great head shook in\n puzzlement. \"About one time in ten thousand a crazy male hunch comes", "multiply. A new universe for our own.\" There was immense satisfaction\n with self in her thoughts. \"Well, I earned it!\"\nArnek could not deny it. It had been more than four hundred years in", "world, or the thing was stronger than it looked. The first leap sent\n the burdened human backwards more than twenty feet. Then it was\n bounding off in frantic efforts to reach the further side of the", "Then a wave of amusement from Ptarra checked him. \"They'd never reach\n that far,\" she called. \"They can't survive the crash of their vehicle.", "\"Be sure you take the smaller male body,\" she warned again.\n\n\n \"Unless that's the female. You found evolution different in these\n creatures once,\" he reminded her.", "him out of his torpor. He felt half sick, and he could vaguely sense\n that the new silth was fevered and uncomfortable. But, amazingly, it" ], [ "later arrivals could find us. Now come on. We've got to chase the\n creatures around today until they're tired enough to sleep soundly. And\n don't let them get near that ship, either!\"", "In the hunt, Arnek had long since become only an extension of his\n dominant mate. Now he folded his forelegs and dropped his head and neck\n into a javelin aimed between humans and ships. The smaller of the two\n was almost at the ramp.", "This time his mate was making no effort to rip the ship apart. She was\n staring through one of the tiny ports, trying to fit her great eye", "ships tailing us, but let 'em look. When they find the dinosaurs and\n what's left of our ship, they'll stop looking. The heat's going to be", "remembering his youth and a gulla draped with a ribbon and bells. They\n were heading for the rocks nearest them, a long way from where the", "She was lunging to her feet, just as an opening appeared in the ship.\n This time something ran out, down the ramp—a tiny gadget of churning", "ship, with ships spread out days apart. It wasn't the most efficient\n method, but it usually insured against any major accident. His people\n had used the same method at times.", "and sure. \"I've been aware for hours, while the silths reached the ship\n and took off. We've been off planet for at least an hour. Long enough", "She began shifting at once. The silth gasped and tried to thresh about\n in death as Ptarra released control. Arnek sighed to himself and began\n to follow.", "Then he squirmed in embarrassment as his eyes detected the cracked base\n of the little ship.", "A moon came up, and they could see the depression clearly in its light.\n Now Arnek saw the larger human slipping across the ground toward the", "The hands fumbled under the limited control, but they moved across the\n board. And the automatic pilot was finally set and sealed.", "two humans were staggering in the light of the setting sun. The smaller\n was leaning on the larger as they finally found and entered the little\n cave near the ship that Ptarra had chosen for them long before.", "It was a bitter day for Arnek. His stomach protested, and by the end of\n the chase, his legs were beginning to weaken. But ahead of them, the", "\"Quiet!\" Ptarra ordered sharply. Then, as Arnek switched from a\n thudding run to a smooth, creeping approach, the mental impulse took", "Arnek shivered down the length of his nerves with an ancient distaste\n for crawling things. \"Let's go back,\" he suggested uneasily. \"There's\n nothing here for us, and I'm hungry.\"", "Arnek took off. His hunger had so far failed to weaken him, and he was\n covering the ground at two hundred miles an hour before the little\n vehicle had picked up a tenth of that speed.", "It was obviously too small to be more than a message carrier. Yet, as\n he looked more closely, he could see motion. Two tiny creatures, not", "The bowl was bright in the glare of the orange sunlight, but at first\n Arnek saw nothing. Then, as his gaze swept back toward the nearer\n section, he blinked his great eyes, only half believing what they\n registered.", "He could feel his nerve body tense from horn tip to tail root, but he\n stifled his response and quickened his pace. Ahead, the trail left by" ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "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", "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.", "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.", "unalterable, heart-numbing knowledge that Bossio was dead—the one\n thing that Dylan could not accept. Bossio was the only friend he had.", "hovering ship swung open creakily. A beefy, black-haired young man\n appeared unsteadily in the doorway, called to Dylan.", "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.", "An obscenely cheerful expression upon his gaunt, not too well shaven\n face, Captain Dylan perched himself upon the edge of a table and", "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.", "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 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", "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", "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,", "Rossel nodded and went off, running. Dylan knelt with the metal in his\n hands.", "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?\"", "his planet. When he left, Dylan breathed with relief and went out to\n check the bomb, grateful for the action.", "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 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.", "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 soldier saluted. Like most soldiers, he was not too neat and not\n too clean and the salute was sloppy. Although he was bigger than", "When the army came it found this: Of the seventy registered colonists,\n thirty-one were dead. The rest, including some women and children,", "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.", "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 soldier was looking at him calmly, coldly. He indicated the\n envelope in Rossel's hand. \"You'd better read that and get moving. We\n haven't much time.\"", "The seed of peace was deeply planted in these people, in the children\n and the women, very, very deep. And because they had been taught, oh so\n carefully, to hate war they had also been taught, quite incidentally,", "were still in their cabins, but the process was orderly. Children went\n automatically, as did the youngest husbands and all the women. The\n elders were shuffling around in the snow, waving their arms to keep", "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,", "And all of them thought: well, God knows what's in the mind of a\n soldier, and right away many people concluded that he must be drunk.", "\"See here, soldier, this is our planet. I mean to say, this is our\nhome\n. We demand some protection from the fleet. By God, we've been", "grumbled in annoyance. They wanted no soldiers here. The few who had\n convenient windows stared out with distaste and a mild curiosity, but\n no one went out to greet them.", "the colonists got out in time. A few, the farthest and loneliest, died\n in fire before the army ships could reach them. And the men in those", "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.", "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", "the rifle held under his arm. \"I b'lieve we might just as well go post\n them sentries.\"", "curiously he gazed into a small view-screen and watched the humans\n come. He saw them fan out, eight of them, and sink down in the snow. He\n saw that they were armed.", "\"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.\"", "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." ], [ "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", "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....\"", "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", "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", "hopeful things to Rossel, and then went out to the ship and joined the\n men in lightening her. About the ship at least, he knew something and\n he was able to tell them what partitions and frames could go and what", "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", "After a while a rather tall, frail-looking man came out of the ship\n and stood upon the hard ground looking toward the village. He remained", "He pulsed thoughtfully, extending a part of himself to absorb a spiced\n lizard. Since the morning, when the new ship had come, he had been\n watching steadily, and now it was apparent that the humans were aware", "a call through to Three, asking about room on the ship there. The only\n answer he could find was that Rossel knew that there was no room, and", "\"Not a chance. She's only a little ship with one deck—she's all we\n could afford.\"", "\"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.\"", "wouldn't have a chance. Most of the men were out stripping down their\n ship and that would take a while. He wondered why Rossel hadn't yet put", "that, he told himself. He had not had anything to eat all day and the\n coffee was warm and strong. He decided he might be of some help at the\n ship.", "Then he understood. The clothes of forty people would change the\n weight by enough to get a few more aboard. There was no fighting. Some\n of the women were almost hysterical and a few had refused to go and", "Before they sent him out on this trip they had made him a captain.\n Well, that was nice. After thirty years he was a captain. For thirty", "hovering ship swung open creakily. A beefy, black-haired young man\n appeared unsteadily in the doorway, called to Dylan.", "\"Who?\"\n\n\n \"Why, one of ... of us, of course. I know nobody ever liked sitting on\n a live bomb like this, but I never....\"", "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?\"", "could not hear him. Just then the ship lifted and they turned to watch\n that, and followed it upward, red spark-tailed, into the gray spongy\n clouds and the cold.", "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" ], [ "For security reasons, there was a detonator in one of the main\n buildings. In case of enemy attack, Security had provided a bomb to be", "buried in the center of each colony, because it was important to blow\n a whole village to hell and gone rather than let a hostile alien learn\n vital facts about human technology and body chemistry. There was a bomb", "\"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", "\"Who?\"\n\n\n \"Why, one of ... of us, of course. I know nobody ever liked sitting on\n a live bomb like this, but I never....\"", "his planet. When he left, Dylan breathed with relief and went out to\n check the bomb, grateful for the action.", "The seed of peace was deeply planted in these people, in the children\n and the women, very, very deep. And because they had been taught, oh so\n carefully, to hate war they had also been taught, quite incidentally,", "It was a thick, official-looking thing and Rossel hefted it idly. He\n was about to ask again what was it all about when the airlock of the", "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", "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", "at Lupus V too, and though it had been detonated it had not blown. The\n detonating wire had been 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.", "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", "reached out to dial several knobs on a large box before him, and the\n hour of assault was moved forward to dusk. A glance at the chronometer\n told him that it was already well into the night on Planet Three, and", "The soldier was looking at him calmly, coldly. He indicated the\n envelope in Rossel's hand. \"You'd better read that and get moving. We\n haven't much time.\"", "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", "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,", "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.", "But in the end, damn it, he could not hate these people. All they had\n ever wanted was peace, and even though they had never understood that\n the Universe is unknowable and that you must always have big shoulders,", "He pulsed thoughtfully, extending a part of himself to absorb a spiced\n lizard. Since the morning, when the new ship had come, he had been\n watching steadily, and now it was apparent that the humans were aware", "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" ], [ "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", "were still in their cabins, but the process was orderly. Children went\n automatically, as did the youngest husbands and all the women. The\n elders were shuffling around in the snow, waving their arms to keep", "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", "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.", "of their danger. Undoubtedly they were preparing to leave.", "Before they sent him out on this trip they had made him a captain.\n Well, that was nice. After thirty years he was a captain. For thirty", "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", "beginning to cry. He noticed now that they had begun to look at him\n with hope as he passed, and in his own grief, humanly, he swore.", "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", "would be the last, and the tension here was beginning to get to him.\n After thirty years of hanging around and playing like the town drunk,\n a man could not be expected to rush out and plug the breach, just like", "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", "reached out to dial several knobs on a large box before him, and the\n hour of assault was moved forward to dusk. A glance at the chronometer\n told him that it was already well into the night on Planet Three, and", "\"Who?\"\n\n\n \"Why, one of ... of us, of course. I know nobody ever liked sitting on\n a live bomb like this, but I never....\"", "The soldier was looking at him calmly, coldly. He indicated the\n envelope in Rossel's hand. \"You'd better read that and get moving. We\n haven't much time.\"", "\"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", "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.", "For a long moment they waited, and then one man abruptly walked off and\n the rest followed quickly; in a moment they were all gone. One or two", "hopeful things to Rossel, and then went out to the ship and joined the\n men in lightening her. About the ship at least, he knew something and\n he was able to tell them what partitions and frames could go and what", "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.", "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." ], [ "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.", "beginning to cry. He noticed now that they had begun to look at him\n with hope as he passed, and in his own grief, humanly, he swore.", "Rush calmly—at least outwardly calmly—lit his pipe. There was a\n strength in this man that Dylan had missed before.", "\"Who?\"\n\n\n \"Why, one of ... of us, of course. I know nobody ever liked sitting on\n a live bomb like this, but I never....\"", "\"Be back for you tonight,\" the young man called, and then, grinning,\n he yelled \"Catch\" and tossed down a bottle. The captain caught it and", "The gloomy man nodded and fluffed up his collar. \"Nice day for\n huntin',\" he said, and then he was gone with the snow quickly covering", "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", "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", "was upon him now and there was nothing he could do but say the hell\n with it and go home. Somewhere along the line, in some dark corner of", "and got drunk, waiting always for something to happen. There were a lot\n of ways to pass the time while you waited for something to happen, and\n he had done them all.", "An obscenely cheerful expression upon his gaunt, not too well shaven\n face, Captain Dylan perched himself upon the edge of a table and", "The soldier was looking at him calmly, coldly. He indicated the\n envelope in Rossel's hand. \"You'd better read that and get moving. We\n haven't much time.\"", "He gave Rossel a sour look and Rossel stared back, uncomprehending.\n\n\n Then Rossel jumped. \"My God!\"", "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.\"", "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 waited. These people were taking it well, much better than those\n in the cities had taken it. But then, these were pioneers. Dylan", "would be the last, and the tension here was beginning to get to him.\n After thirty years of hanging around and playing like the town drunk,\n a man could not be expected to rush out and plug the breach, just like", "By this time the colonists had begun to realize that there wasn't much\n to say, and a tall, handsome woman was murmuring distractedly: \"Lupus,\n Lupus—doesn't that mean wolves or something?\"", "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.", "hopeful things to Rossel, and then went out to the ship and joined the\n men in lightening her. About the ship at least, he knew something and\n he was able to tell them what partitions and frames could go and what" ], [ "The seed of peace was deeply planted in these people, in the children\n and the women, very, very deep. And because they had been taught, oh so\n carefully, to hate war they had also been taught, quite incidentally,", "\"Who?\"\n\n\n \"Why, one of ... of us, of course. I know nobody ever liked sitting on\n a live bomb like this, but I never....\"", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nIt's one thing to laugh at a man because his job is useless", "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", "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.", "He pulsed thoughtfully, extending a part of himself to absorb a spiced\n lizard. Since the morning, when the new ship had come, he had been\n watching steadily, and now it was apparent that the humans were aware", "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 in the end, damn it, he could not hate these people. All they had\n ever wanted was peace, and even though they had never understood that\n the Universe is unknowable and that you must always have big shoulders,", "but stand in the silence and watch it come down in a white rushing\n wall, and watch the trees and the hills drown in the whiteness, until\n there was nothing on the planet but the buildings and a few warm lights", "and got drunk, waiting always for something to happen. There were a lot\n of ways to pass the time while you waited for something to happen, and\n he had done them all.", "Before they sent him out on this trip they had made him a captain.\n Well, that was nice. After thirty years he was a captain. For thirty", "He could not help smiling at that, even now. Damn it, he'd been green.\n But he'd been only nineteen when his father died—of a hernia, of a", "beginning to cry. He noticed now that they had begun to look at him\n with hope as he passed, and in his own grief, humanly, he swore.", "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", "\"Be back for you tonight,\" the young man called, and then, grinning,\n he yelled \"Catch\" and tossed down a bottle. The captain caught it and", "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.", "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", "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", "They were thinking of him now, he knew, because they were thinking of\n everyone who had to stay. Throw the dog a bone. Dammit, don't be like", "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" ] ]

[ "What were Eric's primary motivations at the beginning of the passage?", "What traits best describe Thomas the Trap-Smasher?", "What is the relationship between Thomas the Trap-Smasher and Eric the Only?", "Who do you think would most enjoy reading this story?", "Which of the following best summarizes the story?", "What is the relationship between Thomas the Trap-Smasher and Franklin the Father of Many Thieves?", "Why might one not be interested in reading this story?", "How do the men and women interact in this universe?", "What is the setting of this story? Do humans or any other normal animals that we have in real life exist in this universe?" ]

[ [ "Succeed at the ritual and find a mate", "Succeed at the ritual and change his name from \"Eric the Only\" to something else", "Find a mate and become the chief", "Become the General and explore beyond his home" ], [ "Scared and swift", "Bold but inconspicuous", "Calm and pleasant", "Independent and careful" ], [ "Thomas is Eric's father", "Thomas is Eric's grandfather", "They are brothers", "Thomas is Eric's uncle" ], [ "An adult who likes science fiction", "A teenager in their coming of age years", "An adult who likes medieval-themed stories", "A child who likes stories of adventure" ], [ "A boy learns the traditions and history of his culture.", "A boy meets the love of his life for the first time.", "A boy learns about his family and more about his culture.", "A boy explores beyond his home for the first time." ], [ "They have a strained relationship", "They are good friends", "They are brothers", "They are partners" ], [ "There is a lot of gore", "There is a lot of murder", "There is a lot of nudity", "There is a lot of suspense" ], [ "Men and women take on different tasks but evenly share the power", "Men hold all the power", "Women hold all the power", "Men and women evenly split the same tasks and evenly split the power" ], [ "In the same universe as our own, there are animals we know but there are no humans in the story", "In the same universe as our own, there are humans but there are no animals we know", "In a completely different universe, though there are many animal-like creatures", "In a completely different universe, there are not any humans nor animals" ] ]

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[ [ "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.", "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.\"", "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 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—\"", "As his name was sung out, Eric shook himself. Half on his own volition\n and half in response to the pushes he received from the other warriors,", "\"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,", "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 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 Only backed away. \"No!\" he called out wildly. \"Not my father\n and mother! They were decent people—when they were killed a service", "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.", "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", "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", "\"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", "\"Do you know what your father would have done?\"\n\n\n \"No. What?\" Eric demanded eagerly.", "Eric frowned. What could be more than an initiation ceremony and his\n attainment of full thieving manhood?", "Eric breathed hard and nodded. \"I do.\"\n\n\n \"As a full man, what will be your value to Mankind?\"", "questions had to be exactly right.\nThe chief was asking the first: \"Eric the Only, do you apply for full\n manhood?\"" ], [ "\"There are things going on in Mankind, these days,\" Thomas the\n Trap-Smasher continued in a strange, urgent voice. \"Big things. And", "But not Thomas the Trap-Smasher. No, not that mad.", "\"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?\"", "Thomas the Trap-Smasher caressed his spear before he answered. He\n felt for it with a gentle, wandering arm, almost unconsciously, but", "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.\"", "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", "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", "\"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.", "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?\"", "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.", "They went off obediently without looking back. The Trap-Smasher's band\n was famous for its discipline throughout the length and breadth of", "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", "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", "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", "\"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,", "I learned a lot from him. I learned about locks, about the latest\n traps—and I learned about Alien-Science. He'd been an Alien-Science", "\"I know. But the stealing is more important than the risk I'm taking.\n The stealing is the most important thing a man can do.\"", "The captain of the band turned to study him, folding his arms across\n his chest so that biceps swelled into greatness and power. They", "\"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.\"" ], [ "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", "\"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,\" 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", "But not Thomas the Trap-Smasher. No, not that mad.", "\"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?\"", "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.\"", "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 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....", "\"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.", "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 the Trap-Smasher caressed his spear before he answered. He\n felt for it with a gentle, wandering arm, almost unconsciously, but", "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 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.", "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, 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,", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "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", "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." ], [ "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", "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", "like a real warrior? I should say I'm going to steal in the second\n category—Articles Useful to Mankind. Is that what my father would have\n done?\"", "\"That's easy,\" Eric chuckled. \"That's the easiest question there is. A\n child could answer it:", "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", "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", "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", "\"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,", "would be exclusively by men as part of his proud initiation ceremony.\n Under the circumstances, he knew he would be able to go through it\n almost gaily.", "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!", "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?\"", "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 council's beginning, boy. We'll talk later, on expedition. Now\n remember this: stealing from the third category is your own idea, and", "\"I know. But the stealing is more important than the risk I'm taking.\n The stealing is the most important thing a man can do.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"He'd have elected the third category. That's what I'd be announcing\n these days, if I were going through an initiation ceremony. That's what\n I want you to announce.\"", "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?\"", "of his birth? On this day of all days? Here he was about to prepare\n himself to go forth and Steal for Mankind....", "There was a snigger of appreciation from the children in the distance,\n and it was echoed by a few growling laughs from the vicinity of the", "\"Shut up, you damn fool, or you'll finish us both! Of course your\n parents were decent people. How do you think they were killed? Your" ], [ "\"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,", "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", "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", "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.", "\"I know. But the stealing is more important than the risk I'm taking.\n The stealing is the most important thing a man can do.\"", "\"Shut up, you damn fool, or you'll finish us both! Of course your\n parents were decent people. How do you think they were killed? Your", "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?\"", "\"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 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—\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "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.", "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", "\"The council's beginning, boy. We'll talk later, on expedition. Now\n remember this: stealing from the third category is your own idea, and", "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.\"", "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!", "\"There are things going on in Mankind, these days,\" Thomas the\n Trap-Smasher continued in a strange, urgent voice. \"Big things. And", "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", "\"A little,\" he said. \"Not much.\"\n\n\n \"The Monsters will hurt you much more if they catch you stealing from\n them, do you know that? They will hurt you much more than we ever\n could.\"", "The pin sank into his chest for a little distance, paused, came out.\n It probed here, probed there; finally it found a nerve in his upper" ], [ "\"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?\"", "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", "\"There are things going on in Mankind, these days,\" Thomas the\n Trap-Smasher continued in a strange, urgent voice. \"Big things. And", "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", "But not Thomas the Trap-Smasher. No, not that mad.", "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.\"", "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", "\"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.", "Thomas the Trap-Smasher caressed his spear before he answered. He\n felt for it with a gentle, wandering arm, almost unconsciously, but", "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?\"", "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.", "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", "Wife. And finally, you could tell it from the faces of the children,\n standing in a distant, disorganized bunch. A clear majority of their\n faces bore an unmistakable resemblance to Franklin's.", "Franklin clapped his hands, three evenly spaced, flesh-heavy wallops.", "\"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,", "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", "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", "They went off obediently without looking back. The Trap-Smasher's band\n was famous for its discipline throughout the length and breadth of", "\"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?\"" ], [ "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", "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", "by his attentions. She still wore her hair in a heavy bun: it would\n be at least a year before the Female Society would consider her an", "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", "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.\"", "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", "\"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,", "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?\"", "but he knew it was a fake. A woman as old as that no longer felt sorry\n for anybody. She had too many aches and pains and things generally\n wrong with her to worry about other people's troubles.", "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", "muscles rigid and tried to send his mind away. That, the men had told\n him, was what you had to do at this moment: it was not you they were", "\"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", "\"A little,\" he said. \"Not much.\"\n\n\n \"The Monsters will hurt you much more if they catch you stealing from\n them, do you know that? They will hurt you much more than we ever\n could.\"", "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.", "\"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,", "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.", "The older man brought his lips together, looking dissatisfied. \"First\n category.\nFood.\nWell....\"", "\"Shut up, you damn fool, or you'll finish us both! Of course your\n parents were decent people. How do you think they were killed? Your", "The pin sank into his chest for a little distance, paused, came out.\n It probed here, probed there; finally it found a nerve in his upper", "\"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," ], [ "\"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.\"", "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—", "Society. You could tell it from the nervousness and scorn with which\n the women were watched by their leader, Ottilie, the Chieftain's First", "you still have to convince a woman that you're a man. And some men\n have to do an awful lot of convincing. An\nawful\nlot, Eric-O.\"", "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.\"", "subordinate warriors who stood at a distance from the mound. You could\n tell it from the rippling interest of the women as they stood on the\n other side of the great burrow, drawn up in the ranks of the Female", "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", "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", "Except for the few sentinels on duty in the outlying corridors, all of\n Mankind was here. It was an awesome sight to behold.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "\"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,", "Eric breathed hard and nodded. \"I do.\"\n\n\n \"As a full man, what will be your value to Mankind?\"", "by his attentions. She still wore her hair in a heavy bun: it would\n be at least a year before the Female Society would consider her an", "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.", "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?\"", "and attractive women, the chief himself, all this after the shattering\n revelations from his uncle—he was finding it hard to think clearly.\n And it was vital to think clearly. His responses to the next few", "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" ], [ "\"There are things going on in Mankind, these days,\" Thomas the\n Trap-Smasher continued in a strange, urgent voice. \"Big things. And", "Except for the few sentinels on duty in the outlying corridors, all of\n Mankind was here. It was an awesome sight to behold.", "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?\"", "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.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nThe world was divided between the Men and the\n \nMonsters—but which were Monsters and which were Men?\nI", "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", "\"A little,\" he said. \"Not much.\"\n\n\n \"The Monsters will hurt you much more if they catch you stealing from\n them, do you know that? They will hurt you much more than we ever\n could.\"", "Monsters. But don't show a point in our band's burrow if you know\n what's good for you, hear me?\"", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"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.", "\"The council's beginning, boy. We'll talk later, on expedition. Now\n remember this: stealing from the third category is your own idea, and", "the burrow until they stood alone in the very center of it. He looked\n carefully at the exits at either end, making certain that they were\n completely alone before giving his reply in an unusually low, guarded", "Eric watched as she turned a yellow chunk of food around and around\n under the glow lamp hanging from the ceiling of the burrow, looking for", "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!", "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", "\"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?\"", "—does it sound\n like an explanation to you? Honestly? If our ancestors were really\n Lords of Creation and had such great weapons, would the Monsters have", "The tribe had gathered in its central and largest burrow under the\n great, hanging glow lamps that might be used in this place alone." ] ]

[ "How would you describe John?", "How would you describe Buster?", "What did John care about when designing Buster?", "What is one of the rules that Buster is programmed to follow?", "Why is Buster nicknamed what he is nicknamed?", "How would you describe the relationship between Anne and John?", "What is the narrative purpose of including Anne in the story?", "How does this story use a famous quote to its advantage?" ]

[ [ "Smart and humble", "Brilliant and generous", "Kind and lovable", "Smart and cocky" ], [ "Serious", "Empathetic", "Sweet", "Funny" ], [ "Having a companion", "Buster having a sense of sympathy", "Buster having a sense of humor", "Buster having a respect for John" ], [ "Buster has to answer any question that John asks", "If Buster needs to, he can lie to John", "Buster has to compliment John whenever his system restarts", "Buster has to reveal any information he possesses that might be useful to John" ], [ "Because he is bold", "Because he is a jackass", "Because he is good at providing detailed information", "Because he is decent at predicting things" ], [ "Their engagement is happy", "They love each other but don't get to spend much time together", "Their marriage is happy", "Their marriage is rocky" ], [ "To help the audience understand space travel techniques", "To contrast with Buster's personality", "To help the audience understand how the invaders pose such a great threat", "To add more conflict into the story for John" ], [ "It connects a word in the quote to an element of the world-building", "It connects the meaning of the quote to the direct meaning of a world-building element in the story", "It connects a word in the quote to a character in the story", "It connects the meaning of the quote to a character in the story" ] ]

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[ [ "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", "John sighed deeply, then sat up slowly and opened his eyes to look into\n Anne's. She glanced away, her own eyes suddenly vague and soft-looking,", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "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", "\"It has some deeper meaning than the usual one,\" said John. \"If I could\n only figure out what it is.\"", "\"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", "\"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", "\"Mm-m-mm,\" answered John.", "\"Mm-m-mm,\" answered John.", "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,\" said John with reasonable patience, \"I must have explained\n inter-planar travel to you at least a dozen times.\"", "John nodded, his eyes still closed. \"If it weren't for you, darling,\"", "The computer appeared to examine Bristol's overturned chair for a\n moment in silent reproof before it answered. \"But remember, John,\" it", "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.\"", "John searched his pockets. After a little difficulty, he produced an\n envelope and a pencil stub. On the back of the envelope, he drew two\n parallel lines, one about five inches long, and the other about double\n the length of the first.", "John Bristol turned around, interrupting the melody. \"One last\n question,\" he shouted down the long aisle to the computer. \"How in", "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.", "Bristol grinned suddenly. \"Yes, dear,\" he said. He paused a moment\n to collect his thoughts. \"First of all, you know that there are two" ], [ "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", "\"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", "\"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.", "\"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", "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", "All of the glowing lights that dotted Buster's massive front winked\n simultaneously. \"The answer I gave you is an ancient saying which", "\"I don't mind being called 'The Oracle,'\" answered Buster with dignity.", "Buster answered slowly. \"You made me in your own image. Things thus\n made are often hard to handle.\"", "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.\"", "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'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,", "\"Which, being automatically operated, resulted in no harm to anyone,\"\n commented Buster calmly.", "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.\"", "\"Although there was no one left alive who had directly contacted one of\n the invaders,\" Buster answered, \"there was still much information to", "\"And Einstein, too, probably,\" added Buster cryptically.", "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", "\"I made you myself,\" said Bristol plaintively. \"I designed you with my\n own brain. I gloated over the neatness and compactness of your design." ], [ "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 made you myself,\" said Bristol plaintively. \"I designed you with my\n own brain. I gloated over the neatness and compactness of your design.", "\"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", "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.", "\"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", "The computer appeared to examine Bristol's overturned chair for a\n moment in silent reproof before it answered. \"But remember, John,\" it", "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.", "Anne nodded vigorously. \"I suppose Buster's talking about\n space-stitching,\" she said. \"Although I can never quite remember just\n what", "Buster answered slowly. \"You made me in your own image. Things thus\n made are often hard to handle.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "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,", "shoulders slightly. \"Well, Buster, I suppose I might try rephrasing the\n question,\" he said doubtfully.", "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", "\"Take the incident of first contact,\" Buster responded. \"With very\n little evidence of thought or of careful preparation, they tried", "All of the glowing lights that dotted Buster's massive front winked\n simultaneously. \"The answer I gave you is an ancient saying which", "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.\"", "\"Which, being automatically operated, resulted in no harm to anyone,\"\n commented Buster calmly.", "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" ], [ "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", "\"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", "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'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", "\"Which, being automatically operated, resulted in no harm to anyone,\"\n commented Buster calmly.", "All of the glowing lights that dotted Buster's massive front winked\n simultaneously. \"The answer I gave you is an ancient saying which", "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", "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", "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.\"", "Bristol leaped to his feet in frustration. \"But you're only a\n calculating machine!\" he shouted. \"Your only purpose is to make my", "Anne nodded vigorously. \"I suppose Buster's talking about\n space-stitching,\" she said. \"Although I can never quite remember just\n what", "\"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.", "\"Then answer the ones I just asked.\"\nSomewhere deep within the machine a switch snicked sharply, and the", "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.\"", "\"I don't mind being called 'The Oracle,'\" answered Buster with dignity.", "\"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", "The computer appeared to examine Bristol's overturned chair for a\n moment in silent reproof before it answered. \"But remember, John,\" it", "from the computer. \"All right, Buster. I'll give it a try, anyway. What\n does 'A Stitch in Time' mean, as applied to the question I asked you?\"" ], [ "\"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", "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", "\"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", "\"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", "\"I don't mind being called 'The Oracle,'\" answered Buster with dignity.", "All of the glowing lights that dotted Buster's massive front winked\n simultaneously. \"The answer I gave you is an ancient saying which", "Anne nodded vigorously. \"I suppose Buster's talking about\n space-stitching,\" she said. \"Although I can never quite remember just\n what", "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.", "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'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", "Buster answered slowly. \"You made me in your own image. Things thus\n made are often hard to handle.\"", "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,", "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.\"", "\"Which, being automatically operated, resulted in no harm to anyone,\"\n commented Buster calmly.", "\"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.\"", "\"And Einstein, too, probably,\" added Buster cryptically.", "\"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", "\"Although there was no one left alive who had directly contacted one of\n the invaders,\" Buster answered, \"there was still much information to", "Bristol grinned suddenly. \"Yes, dear,\" he said. He paused a moment\n to collect his thoughts. \"First of all, you know that there are two" ], [ "John sighed deeply, then sat up slowly and opened his eyes to look into\n Anne's. She glanced away, her own eyes suddenly vague and soft-looking,", "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", "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.", "\"Just relax, dear,\" said Anne gently, when Bristol leaned gratefully\n back with his eyes closed. Anne perched on the arm of the chair beside\n him and began massaging his temples soothingly with her fingers.", "While Anne's voice gushed, her violet eyes studied his exhausted face\n with intelligence and compassion.", "Anne gave him a quick glance of amusement, her eyes sparkling with\n intelligence. \"You never will find me logical,\" she laughed. \"After", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"That's too bad, dear,\" said Anne. \"I think you work much too\n hard—what with this dreadful invasion and everything. Why don't you\n take a vacation? You really need one, you know. You look so tired.\"", "He hurried on as Anne stirred and seemed about to speak. \"But if I\n slide out from my starting point along a dotted line part way to the", "\"Well, dear,\" said Anne.", "\"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", "\"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", "\"And you always make it so crystal clear and easy to understand at\n the time,\" said Anne. She wrinkled her smooth forehead. \"But somehow,", "Bristol turned without another word and left the building. He drove\n home in silence, entered his home in silence, kissed his wife Anne\n briefly and then sat down limply in his easy chair.", "Anne nodded vigorously. \"I suppose Buster's talking about\n space-stitching,\" she said. \"Although I can never quite remember just\n what", "\"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", "John nodded, his eyes still closed. \"If it weren't for you, darling,\"", "\"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" ], [ "\"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", "While Anne's voice gushed, her violet eyes studied his exhausted face\n with intelligence and compassion.", "Anne gave him a quick glance of amusement, her eyes sparkling with\n intelligence. \"You never will find me logical,\" she laughed. \"After", "\"Just relax, dear,\" said Anne gently, when Bristol leaned gratefully\n back with his eyes closed. Anne perched on the arm of the chair beside\n him and began massaging his temples soothingly with her fingers.", "\"And you always make it so crystal clear and easy to understand at\n the time,\" said Anne. She wrinkled her smooth forehead. \"But somehow,", "\"That's too bad, dear,\" said Anne. \"I think you work much too\n hard—what with this dreadful invasion and everything. Why don't you\n take a vacation? You really need one, you know. You look so tired.\"", "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", "Anne nodded vigorously. \"I suppose Buster's talking about\n space-stitching,\" she said. \"Although I can never quite remember just\n what", "He hurried on as Anne stirred and seemed about to speak. \"But if I\n slide out from my starting point along a dotted line part way to the", "John sighed deeply, then sat up slowly and opened his eyes to look into\n Anne's. She glanced away, her own eyes suddenly vague and soft-looking,", "\"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", "\"Well, dear,\" said Anne.", "Anne Bristol stood up, put her hands on her shapely hips and shook her\n head at her husband. \"Honestly,\" she said, \"you men are all alike.", "\"And that sounds like very good sense, too,\" said Anne in earnest\n tones. \"But it's a little late, isn't it? After all, the invaders are\n already invading us, aren't they?\"", "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.\"", "Bristol turned without another word and left the building. He drove\n home in silence, entered his home in silence, kissed his wife Anne\n briefly and then sat down limply in his easy chair.", "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.", "Anne nodded. \"That's plain enough. It reminds me of a venetian blind\n that has hung up on one side. Like ours in the living room last week", "\"Well, then, dear, why don't you tell me all about it? I always think\n that things are much easier to bear, if you share them. And then, two", "Anne pursed her lips doubtfully. \"If they match point for point, how\n can there be any difference in size?\" she asked." ], [ "\"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", "All of the glowing lights that dotted Buster's massive front winked\n simultaneously. \"The answer I gave you is an ancient saying which", "\"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", "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.", "\"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", "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", "work—and that of other men—easier. And when I try to use you, you\n answer with riddles....\"", "Bristol grinned suddenly. \"Yes, dear,\" he said. He paused a moment\n to collect his thoughts. \"First of all, you know that there are two", "\"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", "\"Well, then, dear, why don't you tell me all about it? I always think\n that things are much easier to bear, if you share them. And then, two", "\"In short, they are startlingly like humans. Their reactions have\n been so much like yours—granted the difference that it was they who", "be gathered from the survivors. This information confirmed my previous\n opinions about their nature. Which brings us back to the stitch in time\n saving nine.\"", "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", "Bristol shook his head and smiled wryly. \"No, you probably think it's\n funny,\" he said. \"If you possess my basic ideas, then you must possess", "\"It has some deeper meaning than the usual one,\" said John. \"If I could\n only figure out what it is.\"", "later, it never seems quite so plain when I start to think about it\n by myself. Besides, I like the way your eyebrows go up and down while\n you explain something you think I won't understand. So tell me again.", "suggests that corrective action taken rapidly can save a great deal of\n trouble later. The ancient saying also suggests the proper method of\n taking this timely action. It should be done by\nstitching", "the pure charity will be harmful, and you come up with 'A Stitch in\n Time Saves Nine.'\"", "\"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.\"", "\"That's too bad, dear,\" said Anne. \"I think you work much too\n hard—what with this dreadful invasion and everything. Why don't you\n take a vacation? You really need one, you know. You look so tired.\"" ] ]

[ "What is Irene like?", "What is Pauline like?", "What is Judy like?", "What would have happened if the girls didn't look at the telegram?", "What is the tone of this passage?", "Of all the girls, who seems to be most interested in the man on the bus?", "How does Pauline feel about school?", "If the story were to continue, what would most likely happen?", "Which of the following is not a similarity shared between Judy and Irene?" ]

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[ [ "“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.”", "upon their parents while Irene’s crippled\n father depended solely upon her. This responsibility\n made her seem older than her years—older\n and younger, too. She never could", "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", "“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", "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.", "“I care for your type,” she said. “So why\n worry about what a stranger thinks?”\n“I’m not,” Irene said, belying her answer", "acquire Pauline’s poise or Judy’s fearlessness.\nIn appearance, too, they were different. Her\n first vacation had done wonders for Irene", "laugh. “At least he wouldn’t if he knew I\n dared you.”\n“Do you suppose,” Irene asked naïvely,\n “that he cares for my type?”", "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", "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?”", "about,” Irene sighed.\nThe garden was too alluring for the girls to\n want to leave it. Even Blackberry had settled\n himself in a bed of geraniums. These and other", "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", "Irene was the first to finish reading.\n“Good heavens! What would\nhe\nknow about\n robbery and murder?” she exclaimed, staring", "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 they had each other. Ever since Irene\n had come to work in Dr. Bolton’s office these\n two had been like sisters. Lois, Lorraine,", "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", "other girl can wait.”\n“That’s right. I—I’ll wait,” Irene stammered.\n“But you wanted the position——”", "CHAPTER II\nIRENE’S DISCOVERY\nA taxi soon brought the girls to the door of\n Dr. Faulkner’s nineteenth century stone house.", "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", "“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" ], [ "her hair.\nPauline, too, had acquired a becoming tan\n which made her hair look darker than ever and\n contrasted strangely with her keen, light blue\n eyes.", "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,”", "talent. But Pauline didn’t want to meet crooks.\n She didn’t want to be bothered with sick or\n feeble-minded people and often felt thankful", "“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", "girl like you,” Pauline put in.\n“It was horrid of me,” Judy admitted, now\n almost as interested as Irene in the strange", "Pauline had a sitting room and a smaller bedroom\n all to herself. The former was furnished\n with a desk, sofa, easy chairs, numerous shaded\n lamps, a piano and a radio.", "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", "she breathed.\n“It grows on a person,” Pauline declared.\n “I would never want to live in any other city.\n No matter how bored or how annoyed I may be", "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", "“Will your school last long?” Irene was asking\n the dark-haired girl.\n“Not long enough,” Pauline sighed, revealing\n the fact that she too had troubles.", "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", "acquire Pauline’s poise or Judy’s fearlessness.\nIn appearance, too, they were different. Her\n first vacation had done wonders for Irene", "“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", "Soon she was bustling around the room setting\n their bags in order. She offered to help unpack.\n“Never mind that now, Mary,” Pauline told", "plants in enormous boxes bordered the complete\n inclosure. Inside were wicker chairs, a table\n and a hammock hung between two posts.\n“This is where I do all my studying,” Pauline", "They were taking the familiar road, but she and\n Irene Lang would soon be traveling in the other\n direction. Pauline Faulkner had invited them", "very minute if she applied,” Irene declared.\nPauline nodded, easily convinced. This practical,\n black-haired, blue-eyed girl had helped\n Judy solve two mysteries and knew that she had", "“I guess he doesn’t care for my type,” Judy\n whispered to the other two girls a little later.\n“Mine either,” Pauline returned with a", "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", "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" ], [ "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", "“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.”", "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.", "“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", "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,", "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", "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", "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.", "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?”", "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", "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", "young man. Not because he was Judy’s ideal—a\n man who wouldn’t notice a cat until its tail\n bumped into him—but because the papers on", "eyes.\nThe sun had not been quite so kind to Judy.\n It had discovered a few faint freckles on her\n nose and given her hair a decided reddish cast.", "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", "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", "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", "“I guess he doesn’t care for my type,” Judy\n whispered to the other two girls a little later.\n“Mine either,” Pauline returned with a", "“Come on in, then. Don’t stand there banging\n the knocker.”\n“I beg your pardon,” Judy said meekly as", "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 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", "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.”", "“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", "“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,", "half of another, but no Randall could she find.\n With a sigh of disappointment she turned to\n look again at the telegram:", "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", "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", "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", "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", "Printed in the United States of America\nTo My Mother and Father.\nCONTENTS\nCHAPTER I\nA MYSTERIOUS TELEGRAM", "as talented. A dreamer, she would have called\n him, if it had not been for his practical interest\n in the business at hand—those papers and that\n telegram.", "a chuckle as he helped the girls with their suitcases.\nThey were still wondering about the strange\n telegram as they made their way through the\n crowd on Thirty-fourth Street.", "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 was the first to finish reading.\n“Good heavens! What would\nhe\nknow about\n robbery and murder?” she exclaimed, staring", "top of the page, both girls searched eagerly\n through the G’s.\n“Greenspan, Grier, Grimshaw....”\nThe name was Emily and the address was", "and bundled under one arm.\nThe driver had to give in. He even grinned\n a bit sheepishly as the girls took their seats,\n Pauline and Irene together, “Because,” Judy", "A DARING SCHEME\nThrilled by her discovery, Judy removed\n the torn pieces of telegram from her purse\n and began unraveling the mystery, bit by bit.", "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", "“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", "Irene looked on, trembling with excitement.\n“‘CUT ART SHOP ROBBERY STOP\n FIFTY THOUSAND IS PLENTY STOP....’" ], [ "teased.”\nThis stranger seemed to like serious-minded\n people and presently changed the conversation\n to books and music, always favorite topics with", "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", "her lips. Everyone seemed to be nodding and\n smiling. Everyone except the serious young\n man across the aisle. He never turned his\n head.", "times,” he explained, “and one does tire of\n scenery, like anything else. Passengers in the\n bus are different.”\n“You mean different from scenery?”", "Soon he had them rearranged and resumed his\n reading. There were a great many typewritten\n sheets of paper, and he seemed to be reading\n critically, scratching out something here and", "Here the man left them with a curt, “’Ere\n you are.”\n“And it’s good to have you, my dears,” the\n more sociable housekeeper welcomed them.", "“Come on in, then. Don’t stand there banging\n the knocker.”\n“I beg your pardon,” Judy said meekly as", "she breathed.\n“It grows on a person,” Pauline declared.\n “I would never want to live in any other city.\n No matter how bored or how annoyed I may be", "“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", "“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.”", "“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", "It was dark by the time they reached New\n York. The passengers were restless and eager\n to be out of the bus. The young man hastily\n crammed his typewritten work into his portfolio", "“Yes, and from each other. For instance,\n you with your ridiculous cat and your golden-haired\n friend who apologized for you and that\n small, dark girl are three distinct types.”", "“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.", "it gave her a grown-up, courageous feeling.\n And she was to have a great need of courage\n in the hour that followed.\nCHAPTER IV", "“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.”", "“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", "writer, say so. And if you’ve come here looking\n for a position——”\n“That’s it exactly,” Judy interrupted. “I’m", "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", "during the day, at night I can always come up\n here and feel the thrill of having all this for a\n home.”\n“I wish I had a home I could feel that way" ], [ "girls hailed it, at first expectantly, then frantically\n when they saw it was not stopping. It\n slowed down a few feet ahead of them, but\n when they attempted to board it the driver", "insisted as she took the seat just behind them,\n “I have Blackberry.”\nThe other passengers on the bus were regarding\n the newcomers with amused interest.", "times,” he explained, “and one does tire of\n scenery, like anything else. Passengers in the\n bus are different.”\n“You mean different from scenery?”", "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,”", "her lips. Everyone seemed to be nodding and\n smiling. Everyone except the serious young\n man across the aisle. He never turned his\n head.", "and bundled under one arm.\nThe driver had to give in. He even grinned\n a bit sheepishly as the girls took their seats,\n Pauline and Irene together, “Because,” Judy", "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", "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.”", "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", "“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", "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.", "girl like you,” Pauline put in.\n“It was horrid of me,” Judy admitted, now\n almost as interested as Irene in the strange", "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", "“I guess he doesn’t care for my type,” Judy\n whispered to the other two girls a little later.\n“Mine either,” Pauline returned with 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.”", "teased.”\nThis stranger seemed to like serious-minded\n people and presently changed the conversation\n to books and music, always favorite topics with", "It was dark by the time they reached New\n York. The passengers were restless and eager\n to be out of the bus. The young man hastily\n crammed his typewritten work into his portfolio", "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.", "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", "other girl can wait.”\n“That’s right. I—I’ll wait,” Irene stammered.\n“But you wanted the position——”" ], [ "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", "“Will your school last long?” Irene was asking\n the dark-haired girl.\n“Not long enough,” Pauline sighed, revealing\n the fact that she too had troubles.", "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 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,”", "she breathed.\n“It grows on a person,” Pauline declared.\n “I would never want to live in any other city.\n No matter how bored or how annoyed I may be", "talent. But Pauline didn’t want to meet crooks.\n She didn’t want to be bothered with sick or\n feeble-minded people and often felt thankful", "“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", "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", "“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", "girl like you,” Pauline put in.\n“It was horrid of me,” Judy admitted, now\n almost as interested as Irene in the strange", "Pauline shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t\n talk about time to me. Time will be my middle\n name after I graduate. There isn’t a single", "her hair.\nPauline, too, had acquired a becoming tan\n which made her hair look darker than ever and\n contrasted strangely with her keen, light blue\n eyes.", "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", "plants in enormous boxes bordered the complete\n inclosure. Inside were wicker chairs, a table\n and a hammock hung between two posts.\n“This is where I do all my studying,” Pauline", "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", "Pauline had a sitting room and a smaller bedroom\n all to herself. The former was furnished\n with a desk, sofa, easy chairs, numerous shaded\n lamps, a piano and a radio.", "Soon she was bustling around the room setting\n their bags in order. She offered to help unpack.\n“Never mind that now, Mary,” Pauline told", "“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Pauline said in surprise.\n “Father is away. A medical conference\n in Europe. He’s always going somewhere like", "“I guess he doesn’t care for my type,” Judy\n whispered to the other two girls a little later.\n“Mine either,” Pauline returned with a", "They were taking the familiar road, but she and\n Irene Lang would soon be traveling in the other\n direction. Pauline Faulkner had invited them" ], [ "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,", "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", "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", "All summer long there would not be any\n rent problems or any cooking. Then, when fall\n came, she and her father would find a new\n home. Where it would be or how they would", "“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.”", "“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", "that, but he’ll be home in two or three weeks.”\n“Then we’ll be alone for three weeks?” Irene\n asked, dismayed.", "Irene was the first to finish reading.\n“Good heavens! What would\nhe\nknow about\n robbery and murder?” she exclaimed, staring", "real?”\n“I didn’t look in his eyes,” Judy returned\n with a laugh, “but you can be sure I’ll never\n be satisfied until we find out what that mysterious", "“Oh, he’d love it!” Judy exclaimed. “You\n know our cellar floor is covered with gravel,\n and he sleeps down there.”", "“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.”", "“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", "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", "laugh. “At least he wouldn’t if he knew I\n dared you.”\n“Do you suppose,” Irene asked naïvely,\n “that he cares for my type?”", "“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.", "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", "her. “We’re dead tired and I can lend them\n some of my things for tonight.”\n“Then I’ll fix up the double bed in the next", "“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", "“No, just a small one. In fact, it’s only a\n bookshop with a circulating library for its customers.”\nJudy sighed. It would seem nice to see something" ], [ "“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.”", "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", "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", "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", "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.", "girl like you,” Pauline put in.\n“It was horrid of me,” Judy admitted, now\n almost as interested as Irene in the strange", "acquire Pauline’s poise or Judy’s fearlessness.\nIn appearance, too, they were different. Her\n first vacation had done wonders for Irene", "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", "“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", "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", "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", "very minute if she applied,” Irene declared.\nPauline nodded, easily convinced. This practical,\n black-haired, blue-eyed girl had helped\n Judy solve two mysteries and knew that she had", "and they had each other. Ever since Irene\n had come to work in Dr. Bolton’s office these\n two had been like sisters. Lois, Lorraine,", "“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", "upon their parents while Irene’s crippled\n father depended solely upon her. This responsibility\n made her seem older than her years—older\n and younger, too. She never could", "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", "“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", "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", "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 guess he doesn’t care for my type,” Judy\n whispered to the other two girls a little later.\n“Mine either,” Pauline returned with a" ] ]

[ "What does the government (as a whole) think of the Thinkers?", "What trait best describes Caddy?", "Which trait best describes Jorj Helmuth?", "What does it seem like the relationship between Jorj and Farquar?", "If Farquar had more information about Jorj, how might that change their relationship?", "A student from which college major would be most likely to enjoy this story?", "What trait best describes Opperly?" ]

[ [ "They think they're foolish", "They're ambivalent towards them", "They respect them", "They think they're lying" ], [ "Brave", "Loving", "Trapped", "Desperate" ], [ "Average", "Unlikable", "Interesting", "Generous" ], [ "They don't like each other", "They're good friends", "They're direct rivals to each other in the Thinkers field", "They're estranged family" ], [ "He would hate him more", "He would hate him less", "He would like him more", "He would love him more" ], [ "Political Science", "Astrophysiscs", "Philosophy", "Physics" ], [ "Weathered", "Handsome", "Strong", "Obedient" ] ]

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[ [ "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", "\"But we've already exposed the Thinkers very thoroughly,\" Opperly\n interposed quietly. \"You know the good it did.\"", "of the professional physicists, with their eternal taint of a misty\n sort of radicalism and free-thinking. The Thinkers were better—more", "\"What did I tell you about the Thinkers making overtures?\" Farquar\n chortled suddenly. \"It's come sooner than I expected. Look at this.\"", "\"And history consists of the actions of men,\" Farquar concluded. \"I\n intend to act. The Thinkers are vulnerable, their power fantastically", "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", "\"Now you are justifying the Thinkers!\"\n\n\n \"No, I leave that to history.\"", "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", "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", "And then ... then the Thinkers would be on even terms with the\n scientists. Rather, they'd be far ahead. No more deception.", "Farquar turned on him. \"Are you implying that the Thinkers will somehow\n be able to buy me off?\"\n\n\n \"Not exactly.\"", "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?\"", "short, \"the power of the Thinkers isn't based on what they've got, but\n on what the world hasn't got—peace, honor, a good conscience....\"", "Farquar's ungainly figure froze. He nodded curtly, face averted.\n\n\n \"And didn't she go off with a Thinker?\"", "'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", "House with a bomb in his briefcase?\" He smiled. \"Besides, that's not\n the way power is seized. New ideas aren't useful to the man bargaining\n for power—only established facts or lies are.\"", "the Thinkers' Foundation. Its front was an orderly expanse of controls,\n indicators, telltales, and terminals, the upper ones reached by a chair\n on a boom.", "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." ], [ "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", "quaint, clumsy animals. Still, he grumbled silently, Caddy might have\n had enough consideration to clear out before he awoke. He wondered", "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", "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", "free fall. For a long time she played with a string that the man would\n toss out lazily. Sometimes she caught the string on the fly, sometimes\n she swam for it frantically.", "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", "a long life of abstract thought. That of the younger was forceful,\n sensuous, bulky as his body, and exceptionally ugly. He looked rather\n like a bear.", "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", "Meanwhile the question tape, like a New Year's streamer tossed out\n a high window into the night, sped on its dark way along spinning\n rollers. Curling with an intricate aimlessness curiously like that", "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", "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?\"", "The features of the other convulsed unpleasantly. \"Because the\n Thinkers are charlatans who must be exposed,\" he rapped out. \"We know", "allow me my absent-mindedness, since it nourishes their contempt.\n Almost my sole remaining privilege.\" The smile faded. \"Why do you keep", "shivery organ chord of his Baptist childhood. Here, in a strange sense,\n although his reason rejected it, he felt he stood face to face with\n the living God: infinitely stern with the sternness of reality, yet", "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.", "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", "\"What do you mean?\" Farquar asked.\nOpperly looked at him with a gentle appraisal. \"You're a strong and", "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", "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.\"", "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" ], [ "Before that great square face with its thousands of tiny metal\n features, only Jorj Helmuth seemed at ease, busily entering on the", "mumbo-jumbo so necessary for social control in this chaotic era. He\n himself, Jorj Helmuth, was the real leader in theoretics and all-over", "\"Martian peace to him,\" Jorj Helmuth said. \"Tell him I'll be down in a\n few minutes.\"", "Not one impudent photon of the sunlight penetrated the triple-paned,\n polarizing windows of Jorj Helmuth's bedroom in the Thinker's", "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", "Jorj looked at him a bit coldly. \"It's quite unthinkable,\" he said.\n \"The telepathic abilities of the Martians make them extremely", "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.", "\"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", "\"Sounds like Opperly's getting senile,\" Jorj commented coldly. \"I'd\n investigate.\"", "The features of the other convulsed unpleasantly. \"Because the\n Thinkers are charlatans who must be exposed,\" he rapped out. \"We know", "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", "apartment, Jorj was thinking of his spaceship. For a moment the\n silver-winged vision crowded everything else out of his mind.", "\"What do you mean?\" Farquar asked.\nOpperly looked at him with a gentle appraisal. \"You're a strong and", "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", "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", "\"I am thinking again of Hitler,\" Opperly interposed quietly. \"On his\n first half dozen big steps, he had nothing but bluff. His generals", "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", "ire. Here he was giving orders to a being immeasurably more intelligent\n than himself. And always orders of the \"Tell me how to kill that man\"", "a long life of abstract thought. That of the younger was forceful,\n sensuous, bulky as his body, and exceptionally ugly. He looked rather\n like a bear.", "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 do you mean?\" Farquar asked.\nOpperly looked at him with a gentle appraisal. \"You're a strong and", "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", "\"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.", "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", "Meanwhile the who?-where? had tossed out a dozen cards. He glanced\n through them, hesitated at the name \"Willard Farquar,\" looked at the", "\"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 front-door knocker clanked. Farquar answered it. A skinny old man\n with a radiation scar twisting across his temple handed him a tiny", "Farquar turned on him. \"Are you implying that the Thinkers will somehow\n be able to buy me off?\"\n\n\n \"Not exactly.\"", "Farquar hunched his Japanese-wrestler shoulders. \"Then it's got to be\n done until it takes.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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.\"", "Before that great square face with its thousands of tiny metal\n features, only Jorj Helmuth seemed at ease, busily entering on the", "Farquar's ungainly figure froze. He nodded curtly, face averted.\n\n\n \"And didn't she go off with a Thinker?\"", "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.", "Jorj looked at him a bit coldly. \"It's quite unthinkable,\" he said.\n \"The telepathic abilities of the Martians make them extremely", "\"And history consists of the actions of men,\" Farquar concluded. \"I\n intend to act. The Thinkers are vulnerable, their power fantastically", "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?\"", "\"Sounds like Opperly's getting senile,\" Jorj commented coldly. \"I'd\n investigate.\"", "\"But what are we to do?\" Farquar demanded. \"Surrender the world to\n charlatans without a struggle?\"" ], [ "\"What do you mean?\" Farquar asked.\nOpperly looked at him with a gentle appraisal. \"You're a strong and", "Farquar nodded. \"For this afternoon.\" He noticed Opperly's anxious\n though distant frown. \"What's the matter?\" he asked. \"Are you bothered", "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", "\"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.", "Farquar scowled. \"We're the ones in the cages.\"\nOpperly continued his inspection of the flowers' bells. \"All the more", "Meanwhile the who?-where? had tossed out a dozen cards. He glanced\n through them, hesitated at the name \"Willard Farquar,\" looked at the", "\"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.\"", "\"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 turned on him. \"Are you implying that the Thinkers will somehow\n be able to buy me off?\"\n\n\n \"Not exactly.\"", "\"What did I tell you about the Thinkers making overtures?\" Farquar\n chortled suddenly. \"It's come sooner than I expected. Look at this.\"", "Farquar's ungainly figure froze. He nodded curtly, face averted.\n\n\n \"And didn't she go off with a Thinker?\"", "Farquar hunched his Japanese-wrestler shoulders. \"Then it's got to be\n done until it takes.\"", "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.", "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", "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?\"", "Jorj looked at him a bit coldly. \"It's quite unthinkable,\" he said.\n \"The telepathic abilities of the Martians make them extremely", "\"And history consists of the actions of men,\" Farquar concluded. \"I\n intend to act. The Thinkers are vulnerable, their power fantastically", "\"Exactly!\" Farquar agreed harshly. \"You reacted. You didn't act. If\n you men who discovered atomic energy had only formed a secret league,", "Before that great square face with its thousands of tiny metal\n features, only Jorj Helmuth seemed at ease, busily entering on the", "\"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.\"" ], [ "Foundation, yet the clock in his brain awakened him to the minute,\n or almost. Switching off the Educational Sandman in the midst of the\n phrase, \"... applying tensor calculus to the nucleus,\" he took a", "consider the age in which we live. It wants magicians.\" His voice grew\n especially tranquil. \"A scientist tells people the truth. When times", "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", "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:", "by colored lights, that a psychosis is no worse than a head cold, that\n they'll live forever. In good times magicians are laughed at. They're a", "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?\"", "close his eyes, or to drink or pour beer. Once, too, he lifted a phone,\n asked a concise question, waited half a minute, listened to an answer,\n then went back to the grind.", "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", "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", "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", "question, closed his eyes and frowned for five seconds. Then with the\n staccato self-confidence of a hack writer, he began to tape out the\n answer.", "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.", "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", "quaint, clumsy animals. Still, he grumbled silently, Caddy might have\n had enough consideration to clear out before he awoke. He wondered", "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", "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.\"", "with Buddhism. Sitting before his\nguru\n, his teacher, feeling the\n Occidental's awe at the wisdom of the East, or its pretense, he had", "the stuff out of which cloak-and-dagger men are made. Can you imagine\n Oppenheimer wearing a mask or Einstein sneaking into the Old White", "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", "\"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....\"" ], [ "\"What do you mean?\" Farquar asked.\nOpperly looked at him with a gentle appraisal. \"You're a strong and", "\"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 was saying, \"So when he asked who was responsible for the\n Maelzel question, I said I didn't remember.\" He smiled. \"They still", "\"Sounds like Opperly's getting senile,\" Jorj commented coldly. \"I'd\n investigate.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"But we've already exposed the Thinkers very thoroughly,\" Opperly\n interposed quietly. \"You know the good it did.\"", "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.\"", "\"I am thinking again of Hitler,\" Opperly interposed quietly. \"On his\n first half dozen big steps, he had nothing but bluff. His generals", "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.\"", "Farquar nodded. \"For this afternoon.\" He noticed Opperly's anxious\n though distant frown. \"What's the matter?\" he asked. \"Are you bothered", "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.", "\"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?\"", "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", "The burly man frowned. \"That would be the physics boys, Opperly's\n group. Is anything wrong?\"", "Farquar scowled. \"We're the ones in the cages.\"\nOpperly continued his inspection of the flowers' bells. \"All the more", "\"By the time you were born, Willard,\" Opperly interrupted dreamily,\n \"Hitler was merely a name in the history books. We scientists weren't", "Opperly mused for a while. \"I don't know what the world needs now.\n Everyone knows Newton as the great scientist. Few remember that" ] ]

[ "What is the purpose of this passage?", "Why is the article called \"Dead Head?\"", "Does this author think could they have a future as an intellectual content creator?", "If you think this author thinks could they have a future as an intellectual content creator, why do you think they could?", "Why might access to information be cheaper in the future?", "Why will people often be caught in pirating data?", "What are the tones seen in this article?", "What's the deal with the proposed \"Daily Me\" scenario?", "Who would most likely be interested in reading this article?" ]

[ [ "To talk about how easily data can be stolen nowadays", "To talk about how easily plagiarism occurs nowadays and how data is stolen for profit", "To talk about how tough it is to develop audiences on the internet", "To talk about potential for producing intellectual property in the future" ], [ "Because Grateful Dead fans made a database to pirate all their music and merchandise for cheap", "Because one of the popular plagiarism cites uses Grateful Dead references", "Because the Grateful Dead were caught plagiarizing lyrics for one of their songs", "Because the Grateful Dead allowed fans to record their performances" ], [ "They think they will certainly have a future", "They do not feel confident that they will have a future, but they might", "They do not think they could not have a future", "They are fairly confident that they could have a future" ], [ "They think it will be more worth it for people to buy their content than to pirate it as data becomes more widely available", "They think they could get lucky and reach a wide enough audience", "They think their increased time on the internet will inherently boost their profitability", "They could not have a future (so there is not a correct reason for why they could have a future in this field)" ], [ "If a price is low enough, people will feel it is worth it to purchase", "If a price is high enough, people will feel it is worth it to purchase (a specialized demand concept)", "If a price is high enough, no one will bother looking for it", "If a price is low enough, the information contained will be socially devalued" ], [ "Few people get caught, but those who do are caught because of their keystroke patterns and search terms", "The easier it is to pirate, the easier it is to get caught", "People almost always get caught anyway", "Few people get caught, but those who do are caught because they are tracked by multiple websites trained to catch them" ], [ "Funny and fast-paced", "Reasonable and consistent", "Witty and clever", "Humorous and speculative" ], [ "Folks subscribe to a newspaper that picks out the articles they're most likely to enjoy, at a high cost", "Folks subscribe to some site that provides content for users to enjoy, at a high cost", "Folks subscribe to a newspaper that picks out the articles they're most likely to enjoy, at a low cost", "Folks subscribe to some site that provides content for users to enjoy, at a low cost" ], [ "Parents of kids who believe their child is planning to plagiarize a paper", "A professional blogger concerned about their property", "Grandparents who only read the newspaper most of the time", "Data scientists curious to see emerging concepts in their field" ] ]

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[ "What is the purpose of the article?", "What is the structure of the article?", "Which test does the author speak the most negatively about?", "Which test has the best ease of use?", "Which test has the best applicability?", "Which test has the worst ease of use?", "Which test does the worst job of explaining the Gandhi example?", "Why does the Intelligence personality metric not align with the education system?", "What is the tone of this passage?" ]

[ [ "To analyze personality tests by (qualitatively) how well they seem to work", "To analyze personality tests by their financial success", "To analyze personality tests by their measured efficacy", "To analyze personality tests by their research power" ], [ "Proposing the best personality test, then describing how all the others are inferior", "Proposing the worst personality test, then describing how all the others are superior", "Listing the personality tests at the start of the article, then comparing each test quality by quality", "Going through each personality test, then doing a deep dive for the qualities of that test (then moving on)" ], [ "Blood Type", "Birth Order", "Intelligence", "Personality" ], [ "Blood Type", "Intelligence", "Personality", "Birth Order" ], [ "Birth Order", "Personality", "Intelligence", "Blood Type" ], [ "Blood Type", "Personality", "Birth Order", "Intelligence" ], [ "Blood Type", "Birth order", "Intelligence", "Personality" ], [ "The education system only helps 4 of the proposed 7 intelligence types", "The education system only helps 3 of the proposed 8 intelligence types", "The education system only helps 4 of the proposed 8 intelligence types", "The education system only helps 2 of the proposed 7 intelligence types" ], [ "Serious", "Cautious", "Informal", "Academic" ] ]

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[ "What is the purpose of this article?", "How would you best describe Scottie Pippen's gameplay, based on the article alone?", "How would you best describe Michael Jordan's gameplay, based on the article alone?", "What were two reasons that this night of the game was particularly interesting?", "If Michael Jordan hadn't scored as many points, what would have happened?", "What do we know for a fact the the writers in the stands were NOT considering doing?", "Why does the author think cloning a certain player might not render the results people would hope?", "Who do you think overall had the most fun at this game?" ]

[ [ "To describe Scottie Pippen's great gameplay during one game.", "To describe Scottie Pippen's great gameplay during three games.", "To describe Michael Jordan's great gameplay during two games.", "To describe Michael Jordan's great gameplay during one game." ], [ "Mostly he's playing a mental game", "He's known to fly under the radar", "Mostly he's playing a physical game", "He's a very consistent point scorer" ], [ "He's still young, so he's mostly playing a physical game with some mental math as well", "Mostly he's playing a mental game", "Mostly he's playing a physical game", "He's known to fly under the radar" ], [ "President Bush was in attendance and it was a terrible game for the Bullets", "The Queen of England was in attendance and it was a close game for the Bullets", "President Clinton was in attendance and it was a close game for the Bullets", "President Clinton was in attendance and it was a game where the Bullets dominated" ], [ "The sports writers wouldn't ask for as many quotes from Michael", "They still definitely wouldn't have lost the game", "The Bullets probably would've tied the game", "The sports writers would have written about it ad nauseam" ], [ "Adding quotes in the article from the famous guest in attendance", "Writing about the 4th quarter in particular", "Writing about the crowdedness of the stadium", "Adding lines in their article about the famous guest in attendance" ], [ "Cloning is a fairly safe technology, but it doesn't mean the player's clone will be as mentally gifted as the player", "Cloning is still a dangerous technology, it's a funny suggestion but obviously people would need to get that player's consent first and he's unlikely to give it", "Cloning is a fairly safe technology, but it doesn't mean the player's clone will be as physically gifted as the player", "Cloning is still an unstable technology, it's a funny suggestion but it's a dumb one" ], [ "Scottie Pippen", "The fans", "The stadium employees who got extra tips", "The referees" ] ]

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He has mastered the art of not noticing them.", "\"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.", "A minute later Jordan hit a pull-up jumper. Then he hit another.", "Someone asked Jordan if he'd stick around town the next day to watch his alma mater, North Carolina, play Maryland. It was a huge game in college basketball. \n\n He shook his head.", "\"I totally hadn't found my rhythm the first three quarters,\" Jordan said. \"When I found it, things started to click.\"", "Jordan juked right, shook his man, dashed right past 7-foot-7 Gheorghe Muresan, and burgled the backboard for an easy layup.", "and saying, \"He's Babe Ruth.\" Like Ruth, Jordan so", "and prevent him from getting the ball. Jordan knew what", "the game. Jordan missed a shot, and then he missed", "but the Bullets were hanging tough. Jordan had been outplayed", "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. A professional.", "had a potential story line: Jordan might not be the", "Jordan, the other Bulls are big slabs of meat with", "Bob Greene reports that Jordan--the greatest basketball player of all", "that game). After the death of his father, Jordan took", "measly points while his sidekick, Scottie Pippen, had scorched", "in place. The game plan was, \"Pass it to Jordan.\"", "only about 26. How does Jordan do it? He's got" ], [ "The sportswriters", "USAir Arena emptied out, the sportswriters gathered outside the", "finally appeared, people did not clap--they shouted, screamed, as guards", "the railings of the stands. Eyes were riveted on the", "to the Chief.\" The crowd applauded politely. The real action", "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.", "politician sitting in the stands, Jordan is compulsively competitive. When", "Jordan slipping? Were we seeing it tonight? The sportswriters were", "The paralysis beam still works. Statisticians insist there is no", "the USAir Arena, the sportswriters kept looking at Jordan and", "For the national anthem Jordan rocked from one leg to the other, still staring at the floor in front of him, while nearby the president lustily sang--or at least moved his mouth dramatically so that even fans across the arena could see him singing.", "When the tongue comes out, fans stand up to watch.", "will make the next one. So we are to believe", "his seat with little fanfare. No one played \"Hail to", "were tapping on their laptops. 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[ "Who was Mr. Jones and what did he want?", "Who were Gerald Adams, Thomas Mulvany, and Gregory Fabian?", "According to Arkalion, why was the tournament held every two years and two months?", "Why did Sophia Androvna Petrovitch want to participate in the tournament?", "What does Stephanie think is Kit's real reason for not running away to marry her?", "Why were Alaric Arkalion III's eyes so unusual?", "How was Sophia Androvna Petrovitch different from the other Stalintrek volunteers?", "Why did Arkalion believe that a journey to Mars was the purpose of the Nowhere Journey?", "Why would Kit be safe from future drafts if he had not been selected in this year's Nowhere Journey?", "Why did the Third Man punch the First Man?" ]

[ [ "He was the Carpet King, and he wanted Mr. Smith to replace him in the Nowhere Journey.", "\"Mr. Jones\" was an alias for Alaric Arkalion II, who wanted to hire Mr. Smith to take his son's place in the Nowhere Journey.", "He was actually Alaric Arkalion II, the Carpet King, and he wanted ten million dollars.", "He was Alaric Arkalion III in disguise, and he wanted the plastic surgeon to give him a new face." ], [ "They were rioters protesting in United North America against the tournament.", "They were Center City draftees in the Nowhere Journey.", "They were some of Stephanie's friends from Center City.", "They worked as guards to prevent the Nowhere Journey draftees from escaping." ], [ "It provided the cheapest opportunity for space travel. ", "Earth and Mars had the least amount of distance between them at this point, making Mars more accessible.", "It was part of the fixed rotation decided by the organizers of the tournament.", "Earth and Mars were the furthest away from the sun every 780 days, making it easier to exit and enter each planet's atmospheres. " ], [ "She felt a strong sense of patriotism for Mother Russia and duty to the Stalinimage.", "She wanted to prove that women are stronger than men.", "She was tired of her life and excited by the prospect of a great adventure.", "She wanted to find Fyodor Rasnikov." ], [ "He was young and wanted to remain unattached.", "He had been hurt by women in the past, and he did not want to get hurt again.", "He did not truly love her.", "He wanted to find his brother, Jason." ], [ "They appeared older than the rest of his features because it was someone else pretending to be Alaric.", "He wanted to appear wiser so that the other tournament participants would trust what he was saying about Mars.", "He wanted to appear older than he was in order to arouse suspicion about his age from the guards.", "He was attempting to disguise the fact that his father was Alaric Arkalion II, the Carpet King." ], [ "She was actually volunteering, while the others were forced into it by lottery.", "She was a woman, and women were not allowed to participate according to Stalintrek guidelines.", "She smoked cigarettes, and everyone else preferred to smoke cigars.", "She was not afraid of the bull-necked Comrade responsible for registration at 616 Stalin Avenue." ], [ "His unusual eyes gave him the wisdom to see things that others could not see.", "News about the Russian-North American space race had gone mysteriously silent since the tournament's inception.", "No one had returned from the Journey in the thirty years since it first began. The only logical conclusion was they had gone to outer space.", "Mars was the closest planet to Earth and became even closer every two-and-a-half years." ], [ "He planned to run away and marry Stephanie.", "His age would prevent him from qualifying for future lotteries.", "He planned to meet Alaric Arkalion II and receive plastic surgery to hide his identity.", "He planned to marry Stephanie, and married couples are exempt from the lottery system." ], [ "His back was killing him, and so he lashed out.", "First Man had suggested that his illness was fake.", "The First Man suggested he thought the congressman was elected by his vote alone.", "He was tired of First Man heckling the rest of the draftees." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Sir?\" Jones gasped again.\n\n\n Smith coughed discreetly. \"But I have one advantage. I know you. You\n don't know me, Mr. Arkalion.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Good, Mr. Smith. And your price.\"\n\n\n \"No haggling,\" said Smith. \"I have a price which must be met.\"\n\n\n \"Your price, Mr. Smith?\"", "\"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.", "\"Ten million dollars,\" said Jones, \"is quite a price. Admittedly, I\n haven't dealt in this sort of traffic before, but—\"", "\"Ten million dollars.\"\n\n\n The man called Jones coughed nervously. \"That's high.\"\n\n\n \"Very. Take it or leave it.\"\n\n\n \"In cash?\"", "\"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", "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.\"", "\"Five minutes to freedom,\" he said jauntily. He did not feel that way\n at all. Apprehension clutched at his chest with tight, painful fingers,\n almost making it difficult for him to breathe.", "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?\"", "\"Her—own—free will?\" The bull-necked man removed his spectacles,\n scratched his balding head with the ear-pieces. \"You mean volunteer\n without—\"", "\"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—\"", "for something different. And then one day when stolid Mrs.\n Ivanovna-Rasnikov had said, \"It is a joke, a terrible, terrible joke", "\"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.\"", "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", "He bent and kissed her, knowing it was all wrong. This was not goodbye,\n not the way he wanted it. Quickly, definitely, for once and all. With", "\"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.\"", "There, sitting behind that desk, was precisely why. Why should she,\n Sophia Androvna Petrovitch, wish to volunteer for the Stalintrek?", "\"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.\"", "TEMPLE, CHRISTOPHER.\n\"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Jones.\"\n\n\n \"Hardly, Mr. Smith. Hardly. Three minutes late.\"" ], [ "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.\"", "about a dozen names. Abercrombie, Harold. Abner, Eugene. Adams, Gerald.\n Sorrow in the Abercrombie household. Despair for the Abners. Black\n horror for Adams.", "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", "\"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", "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", "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?\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"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?\"", "\"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?\"", "The drum rotated.\n\n\n \"They're up to F, Kit.\"\n\n\n Fabian, Gregory G....", "\"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.", "\"This is the thirteenth call since the inception of what is popularly\n referred to as the Nowhere Journey,\" said the announcer. \"Obviously,", "\"That's where you're wrong,\" said Mr. Arkalion as the plastic surgeon\n entered. \"Your name is Alaric Arkalion III—\nnow\n.\"", "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", "\"What?\" Sophia cried. \"Stalin dead these thirty-nine years and you\n don't recall his speeches? What is your name, Comrade?\"", "Smith smiled. \"I changed my name to Smith for the occasion. Perfectly\n legal. My name is John X. Smith—now!\"", "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....", "with their vapid faces or the Comrades with their cautious, sweating,\n trembling, fearful non-decisions, not the higher echelon of Comrades,", "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: Once every seven hundred and eighty days Mars and the\n Earth find themselves in the same orbital position with respect to the", "\"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.\"", "\"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: (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?", "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", "\"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 had better say was—my father is Alaric Arkalion II. Yes, that is\n right, the carpet king.\"", "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.", "ALARIC ARKALION: As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I think.\n\n\n SECOND MAN: Mars?", "\"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 have always gambled, Mr. Arkalion. If I do not return in five\n years, you are to put the money in a trust fund for certain designated", "\"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?\"", "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.\"", "ALARIC ARKALION: Exactly, exactly. Quite a coincidence, otherwise.\n\n\n FIRST MAN: You're telling me.", "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.", "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", "\"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.", "ALARIC ARKALION: No one is permitted to leave.\n\n\n FIRST MAN: Punishable by a prison term, the law says.", "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.", "\"Sir?\" Jones gasped again.\n\n\n Smith coughed discreetly. \"But I have one advantage. I know you. You\n don't know me, Mr. Arkalion.\"" ], [ "She, Sophia Androvna Petrovitch would volunteer, without being told.\n Thus it was she found herself at 616 Stalin Avenue, and thus the", "There, sitting behind that desk, was precisely why. Why should she,\n Sophia Androvna Petrovitch, wish to volunteer for the Stalintrek?", "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", "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're terribly observant, Comrade,\" said Sophia coldly. \"I am here to\n volunteer.\"\n\n\n \"But a woman.\"", "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.", "for something different. And then one day when stolid Mrs.\n Ivanovna-Rasnikov had said, \"It is a joke, a terrible, terrible joke", "\"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.\"", "not Stalin say, 'Woman was created to share the glorious destiny of\n Mother Russia with her mate?'\" Sophia created the quote randomly.", "\"What?\" Sophia cried. \"Stalin dead these thirty-nine years and you\n don't recall his speeches? What is your name, Comrade?\"", "A million questions which had kept her awake at night and, if\n she thought about them hard enough, satisfied her deep longing", "\"Oh, really,\" said Sophia. \"This is 1992, not mid-century, Comrade. Did", "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", "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", "\"Sophocles,\" said Smith. \"But no matter. I will take young Alaric's\n place for ten million dollars.\"", "\"I have always gambled, Mr. Arkalion. If I do not return in five\n years, you are to put the money in a trust fund for certain designated", "She signed her name with such vehemence and ferocity that she almost\n tore through the paper.\nCHAPTER II", "As a party member she had access to the law and she read it three times\n from start to finish (in her dingy flat by the light of a smoking,", "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.\"", "\"Here, I will give you the volunteer papers to sign. If you pass the\n exams, you will embark on the next Stalintrek, though why a beautiful\n young woman like you—\"" ], [ "they don't even tell you why. Kit, don't go! We'll hide someplace and\n get married and—\"", "\"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,", "\"Tell me again, Kit,\" Stephanie pleaded. \"How old are you?\"\n\n\n \"You know I'm twenty-six.\"", "\"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—\"", "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.", "\"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", "\"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.", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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 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.\"", "\"Tell me, Kit.\"\n\n\n \"I'll marry you, Steffy. In eight minutes, less than eight minutes,\n I'll go down and get the license. We'll marry as soon as it's legal.\"", "marry you. I can't now. None of it. Forget me, Steffy. Forget you ever\n knew me. Jase said that to our folks before he was taken.\" Almost five", "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.", "\"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—'\"", "it. The last of Kit Temple. Stop thinking about me. I don't exist.\n I—never was.\" It sounded ridiculous, even to him.", "\"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.", "you go, they'd look. You wouldn't want to spend the rest of your life\n running, Steffy. Not with me or anyone else.\"", "\"You do love me!\"\n\n\n \"I loved you, Steffy. Kit Temple loved you.\"\n\n\n \"Loved?\"", "\"It's warm in here.\" He kissed her moist eyes, her nose, her lips.\n\n\n \"Oh God, Kit. Five minutes.\"" ], [ "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'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", "\"That's where you're wrong,\" said Mr. Arkalion as the plastic surgeon\n entered. \"Your name is Alaric Arkalion III—\nnow\n.\"", "\"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.", "\"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?\"", "I had better say was—my father is Alaric Arkalion II. Yes, that is\n right, the carpet king.\"", "\"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: Exactly, exactly. Quite a coincidence, otherwise.\n\n\n FIRST MAN: You're telling me.", "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: As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I think.\n\n\n SECOND MAN: Mars?", "How incongruous, Temple thought. The eyes look almost middle-aged. The\n rest of him—a boy.", "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.", "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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"Eh? Eh?\"\n\n\n \"Arkalion. The North American Carpet King. Right?\"", "\"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.", "ALARIC ARKALION: (Coldly) Would you care to explain it?", "\"Sir?\" Jones gasped again.\n\n\n Smith coughed discreetly. \"But I have one advantage. I know you. You\n don't know me, Mr. Arkalion.\"", "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?" ], [ "She, Sophia Androvna Petrovitch would volunteer, without being told.\n Thus it was she found herself at 616 Stalin Avenue, and thus the", "There, sitting behind that desk, was precisely why. Why should she,\n Sophia Androvna Petrovitch, wish to volunteer for the Stalintrek?", "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", "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're terribly observant, Comrade,\" said Sophia coldly. \"I am here to\n volunteer.\"\n\n\n \"But a woman.\"", "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.", "\"Here, I will give you the volunteer papers to sign. If you pass the\n exams, you will embark on the next Stalintrek, though why a beautiful\n young woman like you—\"", "\"Without coercion. I want to volunteer. I am here to volunteer. I want\n to sign on for the next Stalintrek.\"\n\n\n \"Stalintrek, a woman?\"", "\"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.", "for something different. And then one day when stolid Mrs.\n Ivanovna-Rasnikov had said, \"It is a joke, a terrible, terrible joke", "Wrong with the Stalintrek was its name alone, a name one associated\n with everything else in Russia for an obvious, post-Stalin reason. But", "Had Fyodor Rasnikov volunteered? Naturally. Everyone volunteered,\n although when your name was called you had no choice. There had been", "the cottony inner lining choking her whenever she opened her mouth,\n the leathery outer covering restricting her when she tried to move.\n No one had ever returned from the Stalintrek. She then had to assume", "\"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.\"", "\"Oh, really,\" said Sophia. \"This is 1992, not mid-century, Comrade. Did", "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", "they are taking my husband Fyodor on the Stalintrek when he lacks\n sufficient imagination to go from here to Leningrad or even Tula. Can", "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", "foul-smelling, soft-wax candle) but could find nothing barring women\n from the Stalintrek." ], [ "ALARIC ARKALION: As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I think.\n\n\n SECOND MAN: Mars?", "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", "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.\"", "\"But what on Earth do we want on Mars?\"\n\n\n \"That in itself is a contradiction,\" laughed Arkalion. \"We'll find out,\n though, Temple.\"", "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", "\"... 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.", "ALARIC ARKALION: Exactly, exactly. Quite a coincidence, otherwise.\n\n\n FIRST MAN: You're telling me.", "\"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: Once every seven hundred and eighty days Mars and the\n Earth find themselves in the same orbital position with respect to the", "\"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.\"", "\"Mars? You sound sure of yourself.\"\n\n\n \"Reasonably. Ah, it is a pleasure to talk with a gentleman. I am\n reasonably certain it will be Mars.\"", "\"This is the thirteenth call since the inception of what is popularly\n referred to as the Nowhere Journey,\" said the announcer. \"Obviously,", "\"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....\"", "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: No one is permitted to leave.\n\n\n FIRST MAN: Punishable by a prison term, the law says.", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "\"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?\"", "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." ], [ "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.", "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", "\"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,", "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.\"", "\"Officially, my foot. If they never return, they never return. If\n there's a rotation system on paper, but it's never used, that's not a\n rotation system at all. Kit, it's forever.\"", "\"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—\"", "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.\"", "\"... 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—\"", "\"This is the thirteenth call since the inception of what is popularly\n referred to as the Nowhere Journey,\" said the announcer. \"Obviously,", "it. The last of Kit Temple. Stop thinking about me. I don't exist.\n I—never was.\" It sounded ridiculous, even to him.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "\"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....\"", "\"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", "\"Where are we going, Kit?\"\n\n\n \"Search me. Just driving.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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." ], [ "THIRD MAN: (Hits First Man, who, surprised, crashes back against a\n table and falls down) It isn't an act, damn you!", "FIRST MAN: Go ahead and wait, a lot of good it will do you.\n\n\n THIRD MAN: You mind your own business.", "FIRST MAN: I am, doc. You brought the whole thing up.\n\n\n SECOND MAN: He's looking for trouble.\n\n\n THIRD MAN: He'll get it.", "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", "FIRST MAN: So, go ahead. Try to escape.\n\n\n SECOND MAN: (Looking at the guards) They got them all over. All over. I\n think our mail is censored.", "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.", "THIRD MAN: Young man? Who are you kidding?", "FIRST MAN: See? See how the guards are trembling.", "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.", "ALARIC ARKALION: Exactly, exactly. Quite a coincidence, otherwise.\n\n\n FIRST MAN: You're telling me.", "THIRD MAN: If only they let you know when. My back is killing me. I'm\n waiting to pull a sick act. Just waiting, that's all.", "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", "FIRST MAN: You and your Congressman. The way you talk, it was your vote\n got him in office.\n\n\n SECOND MAN: If only I could get out and talk to him.", "FIRST MAN: Not bad, chief. You got most of it.\n\n\n THIRD MAN: No one ever said anything about space travel.", "\"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.\"", "\"Sir?\" Jones gasped again.\n\n\n Smith coughed discreetly. \"But I have one advantage. I know you. You\n don't know me, Mr. Arkalion.\"", "FIRST MAN: Why, sure. You see, Mars is—uh, I don't want to steal your\n thunder, chief. Go ahead.", "SECOND MAN: Very funny. Maybe you didn't have a good job or something?\n Maybe you don't care. I care. I had a job with a future. Didn't pay", "FIRST MAN: Peculiar, he says.\n\n\n ALARIC ARKALION: Peculiar.\n\n\n SECOND MAN: I wish my Congressman....", "FIRST MAN: Nuts, aren't they. They're nuts. A sick act, yet." ] ]

[ "How did Mrs. Kesserich meet Martin?", "Why does Mary ask Jack, \"Are you he?\"", "Why is Jack surprised when he reaches his island destination?", "Why does Mr. Kesserich bring up the question of individuality with Jack when he returns home?", "Why does Mary claim to not be lonely in spite of her isolation?", "Why will Martin not have time to discuss Jack's project the day after their discussion about individuality?", "Why was Jack grateful to run into the man with the lumpy sweater?", "Why does Jack visit Mary again after speaking with Mrs. Kesserich?", "Why did Mary learn how to ride a horse?", "How did Mary Alice Pope die?" ]

[ [ "She drove the station wagon for the family.", "She was one of his students at the university.", "She had been his lab assistant.", "She was his research assistant at the university." ], [ "She thinks Jack is Mr. Kesserich. ", "She thinks he is the man sending her notes signed \"Your Lover.\"", "She believes Jack is the poet sending her his work in little boxes.", "She believes Jack is a ghost her aunt had warned her about." ], [ "He discovered an odd squirrel zigzagging around in the grass.", "He discovers another island hidden away behind it.", "He appeared to be the first person to ever land there.", "It is extraordinarily and unusually quiet." ], [ "He has been researching identical twins.", "He wants to talk about what he learned about hereditary and environment at the conferences.", "He has become obsessed with the idea of essentially cloning a person.", "He had become interested in learning more about individualization in marine worms." ], [ "She is frequently visited by ghosts.", "The time spent with her two aunts sustains her.", "The notes and poems Martin sends to her bring excitement to her life.", "She loves spending her days reading the newspapers, listening to the radio, and reading poetry." ], [ "He is going to the island to introduce himself to Mary.", "He is going out of the country to continue his research.", "He has to go back to his laboratory to conduct experiments.", "He is leaving town again to continue participation in the conferences." ], [ "He likely saved Jack from being shot at because of his arrival.", "He was lost on his way back from the island, and he followed the man's boat home.", "The man was fishing, and Jack was looking for good waters in which to fish.", "He was glad to see another person after his unnerving encounter with Mary." ], [ "He wants to bring her newspapers to help her pass the time before Martin's arrival.", "He wants to talk Mary into running away with him.", "He is curious to see a ghost again.", "He wants to convince her of her true identity, rather than the one imposed on her by her aunts and Martin." ], [ "She wanted to go horseback riding with Martin.", "She wanted to greet Martin on horseback when he returned from a research trip.", "She was trying to get Hani and Hilda to like her.", "She thought it would bring her closer to Martin." ], [ "She was hit by a train after losing control of her horse.", "She was bucked off her horse and broke her neck.", "She was trampled by Hilda's horse.", "Hani and Hilda killed her out of jealousy." ] ]

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[ [ "grinned. \"Matter of fact, I'd never have met you if it hadn't been for\n Mrs. Kesserich.\"", "\"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.\"", "narrow and intense as his sisters hatred.\"\nWith a start, Jack remembered that it was Mrs. Kesserich telling him\n all this.", "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", "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.", "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 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.", "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", "Mrs. Kesserich nodded with solemn appreciation in the gathering\n darkness. \"But now he was coming home, his work done. It was early", "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", "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", "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—\"", "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.", "In much the same way, Mrs. Kesserich clashed with the darkly gleaming\n furniture, persian rugs and bronze vases around her. Her shapeless", "Kesserich had spent perhaps a half hour briefing him on the more\n important papers delivered at the conferences. Then, almost as if", "\"Of course there was Martin's luggage to be considered, so the station\n wagon had to be sent down for that.\" She looked defiantly at Jack. \"I\n drove the station wagon. I was Martin's laboratory assistant.\"", "\"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", "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." ], [ "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.\"", "He stopped short of the table. Before he could speak, she stammered\n out, \"Are you he?\"\n\n\n \"What do you mean?\" he asked, smiling puzzledly.", "\"But why are they doing it to you?\" he demanded, leaning forward. \"Why\n are they inflicting this loneliness on you, Mary?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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?\"", "you a secret?\" She touched his hand, this time with only the faintest\n trembling. \"Every night the loneliness gathers in around me—you're", "\"How would I know?\"\n\n\n The question stopped Jack. He couldn't think of anything to say to this\n strangely attractive girl dressed almost like a \"flapper.\"", "\"You're trying to joke,\" Jack told her.\n\n\n \"No, I'm not.\"\n\n\n \"But it's 1953.\"", "\"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", "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.\"", "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?\"", "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", "He looked at her hard for a moment. \"I suppose you read a lot?\"", "Jack jumped slightly. He had let his thoughts wander very far.\n\n\n \"Not especially, sir,\" he mumbled.", "She hesitated. \"Never anything but 'Your Lover.'\"\n\n\n \"And so when you first saw me, you thought—\" He began, then stopped\n because she was blushing.", "\"You're the first one I ever met.\" She hesitated. \"I never saw a boy or\n a man before, except in movies.\"\n\n\n \"You're joking!\"", "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.", "Mary Alice Pope?\"", "\"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." ], [ "\"It startled me tremendously to find this place,\" he blundered on.\n \"Especially the road and the car. Why, this island can't be more than a\n quarter of a mile wide.\"", "He felt a thrill of discovery, just as he'd wondered back in the woods\n whether his might not be the first human feet to kick through the\n underbrush. After all, there were thousands of these islands.", "When he finally looked back at the island, he was amazed to see how\n tiny it had grown, as distant as the mainland.", "But just then the motorboat swung around in a turn that sent waves\n drenching over it, and headed back toward the island. He watched it for\n a minute in wonder, then his attention was jolted by an angry hail.", "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", "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", "stumbled up into the oaks and undergrowth of the first island, fought\n his way through it, finally reached the silent cove. He loosed the line\n of the\nAnnie O.", "This time he climbed the second island cautiously, scraping the\n innocent-seeming ground ahead of him intently with a boathook he'd", "At the white door she paused, looking worriedly down the road. Jack\n thought he could hear the faint\nchug", "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", "cove's high and rocky mouth at the gray-green scattering of islands\n and the faint dark line that was the coast of Maine. He almost laughed\n in satisfaction at having disregarded vague warnings and done the thing", "\"The one who sends me the little boxes.\"\n\n\n \"I was out sailing and I happened to land in the far cove. I didn't\n dream that anyone lived on this island, or even came here.\"", "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,", "came out on more rocks—and realized that he hadn't quite gone to the\n farthest one out.\nJoined to this island by a rocky spine, which at the present low tide", "there. Granting the surprise of his appearance, her alarm seemed not\n so much excessive as eerie. As if, the man thought, he were not an\n ordinary stranger, but a visitor from another planet.", "Jack jumped slightly. He had let his thoughts wander very far.\n\n\n \"Not especially, sir,\" he mumbled.", "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 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.", "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", "\"One of them. The other's taken the motorboat in for supplies.\" She\n looked at him doubtfully. \"I'm not sure they'll like it if they find\n someone here.\"" ], [ "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.", "Mrs. Kesserich nodded with solemn appreciation in the gathering\n darkness. \"But now he was coming home, his work done. It was early", "narrow and intense as his sisters hatred.\"\nWith a start, Jack remembered that it was Mrs. Kesserich telling him\n all this.", "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.\"", "A door slammed. There were steps in the hall. Mrs. Kesserich stiffened\n and was silent. Jack turned.", "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.", "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", "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.", "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.", "\"Hello, Barr,\" Martin Kesserich said, ignoring his wife.\n\n\n The great biologist had come home.\nIII", "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.", "hair combings. Jack pulled back the diamond-patterned quilt and blinked\n the sleep from his eyes. He expected his mind to be busy wondering\n about Kesserich and his wife—things said and half said last night—but", "it were a teacher's trick to show up a pupil's inattention, he had\n suddenly posed this question about individuality.", "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.\"", "\"Oh, yes, and Jamieson had a feeble paper on what he called\n individualization in marine worms. Barr, have you ever thought much\n about the larger aspects of the problem of individuality?\"", "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 had spent perhaps a half hour briefing him on the more\n important papers delivered at the conferences. Then, almost as if", "mother without the intervention of the male.\" Although his voice had\n grown more idly speculative, Kesserich seemed to Jack to be smiling\n secretly. \"There are many examples in the lower animal forms, to say", "grinned. \"Matter of fact, I'd never have met you if it hadn't been for\n Mrs. Kesserich.\"" ], [ "\"But why are they doing it to you?\" he demanded, leaning forward. \"Why\n are they inflicting this loneliness on you, Mary?\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"No one ever does come here,\" she replied. Her manner had changed,\n becoming at once more wary and less agitated, though still eerily\n curious.", "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", "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 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?\"", "found instead that his thoughts swung instantly to Mary Alice Pope, as\n if to a farthest island in a world of people.", "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", "\"I suppose you go in to the mainland with your aunts quite often?\"\n\n\n She shook her head.\n\n\n \"It must get pretty dull for you.\"", "\"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", "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.", "\"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", "She paused. \"It was almost dark, but there was still a white cold\n line of sky to the west. Hani and Hilda, with Mary between them, were", "you a secret?\" She touched his hand, this time with only the faintest\n trembling. \"Every night the loneliness gathers in around me—you're", "brought along for the purpose. He was only a few yards from the fence\n when he saw Mary Alice Pope standing behind it.", "\"You're the first one I ever met.\" She hesitated. \"I never saw a boy or\n a man before, except in movies.\"\n\n\n \"You're joking!\"", "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?\"", "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 looked at him blankly.\n\n\n \"Tomorrow I must attend to a very important matter,\" the biologist\n explained.\nIV", "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—\"", "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.", "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.\"", "one who had led the conversation down wild and unprofitable channels.\n \"Let's get on to your project. I want to talk it over now, because I\n won't have any time for it tomorrow.\"", "future for them as well—not vaguely, if you know Martin, but year by\n year, month by month. This winter, he'd plan, they would visit Buenos", "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", "Jack explained, \"The old boy's been off to Europe on some conferences,\n won't be back for a couple days more. But I was to get started anyhow.", "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", "\"Oh, yes, and Jamieson had a feeble paper on what he called\n individualization in marine worms. Barr, have you ever thought much\n about the larger aspects of the problem of individuality?\"", "\"Of course there was Martin's luggage to be considered, so the station\n wagon had to be sent down for that.\" She looked defiantly at Jack. \"I\n drove the station wagon. I was Martin's laboratory assistant.\"", "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", "Jack jumped slightly. He had let his thoughts wander very far.\n\n\n \"Not especially, sir,\" he mumbled.", "\"But environment would change things,\" Jack objected. \"The duplicate\n would be bound to develop differently.\"", "\"Martin must have guessed, or at least feared what had happened, for he\n was out of the train and running along the track before it stopped. In", "\"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", "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", "\"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", "Jack felt the hair rising on his neck. \"Even then you wouldn't get\n exactly the same pattern of hereditary traits.\"", "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" ], [ "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", "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.", "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,", "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", "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", "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", "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.\"", "At the white door she paused, looking worriedly down the road. Jack\n thought he could hear the faint\nchug", "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", "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.", "Asked how he felt after the energy-draining feat, Post quipped....\"\nHe was halfway across the lawn before he realized the terror into which\n the grating radio voice had thrown him.", "Jack jumped slightly. He had let his thoughts wander very far.\n\n\n \"Not especially, sir,\" he mumbled.", "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.", "grinned. \"Matter of fact, I'd never have met you if it hadn't been for\n Mrs. Kesserich.\"", "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", "Mrs. Kesserich nodded with solemn appreciation in the gathering\n darkness. \"But now he was coming home, his work done. It was early", "Then he was dropping down the rocks, his lanky limbs now moving\n smoothly enough.", "He scrambled ashore, dipping a sneaker in the icy water, and threw the\n line around a boulder. Unkinking himself, he looked back through the", "had\n always been there. And the splotches made by his sneaker on the rock\n had faded in the hot sun. There was something very unusual about the", "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 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.", "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.\"", "A door slammed. There were steps in the hall. Mrs. Kesserich stiffened\n and was silent. Jack turned.", "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.", "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.", "Mrs. Kesserich nodded with solemn appreciation in the gathering\n darkness. \"But now he was coming home, his work done. It was early", "grinned. \"Matter of fact, I'd never have met you if it hadn't been for\n Mrs. Kesserich.\"", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"But why are they doing it to you?\" he demanded, leaning forward. \"Why\n are they inflicting this loneliness on you, Mary?\"", "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", "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.", "mother without the intervention of the male.\" Although his voice had\n grown more idly speculative, Kesserich seemed to Jack to be smiling\n secretly. \"There are many examples in the lower animal forms, to say", "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", "brought along for the purpose. He was only a few yards from the fence\n when he saw Mary Alice Pope standing behind it.", "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.\"", "\"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", "hair combings. Jack pulled back the diamond-patterned quilt and blinked\n the sleep from his eyes. He expected his mind to be busy wondering\n about Kesserich and his wife—things said and half said last night—but", "At the white door she paused, looking worriedly down the road. Jack\n thought he could hear the faint\nchug" ], [ "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.", "\"Suddenly Mary's horse squealed and plunged down the hill. Hani and\n Hilda followed—to try to catch her, they said, but they didn't manage", "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", "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", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "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?\"", "brought along for the purpose. He was only a few yards from the fence\n when he saw Mary Alice Pope standing behind it.", "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", "evening, very chilly, but Hani and Hilda felt they had to ride down to\n the station to meet their brother. And although she dreaded it, Mary", "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.\"", "\"But why are they doing it to you?\" he demanded, leaning forward. \"Why\n are they inflicting this loneliness on you, Mary?\"", "She paused. \"It was almost dark, but there was still a white cold\n line of sky to the west. Hani and Hilda, with Mary between them, were", "dress and wide, lacy hat. She climbed into the driver's seat of the\n Essex, sitting there very stiff and tall. The motor began to chug", "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", "Aires, next summer they would sail down the inland passage and he would\n teach Mary Hungarian for their trip to Buda-Pesth the year after, where", "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", "\"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", "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.\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "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?\"", "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.", "\"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", "found instead that his thoughts swung instantly to Mary Alice Pope, as\n if to a farthest island in a world of people.", "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", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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?\"", "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.\"", "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", "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", "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?\"", "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.", "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", "\"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.\"" ] ]

[ "Why did Dr. Cameron feel heavier after his meeting with Medicouncilor Thornton?", "Why did Dr. Cameron attempt to practice telepathy?", "Why did the accidentals create a petition?", "In what way does Anti suggest Docchi is naive?", "Why is Dr. Cameron concerned about Vogel's answers regarding the generators that control the gravity on the asteroid?", "Why did Medicouncilor Thornton believe Dr. Cameron was interested in Nona?", "What was the light that glowed from within Docchi's body?", "What was Dr. Cameron's initial plan for splitting up the recreation committee at Handicap Haven?", "Why does Dr. Cameron have to continually readjust the lights in his office during his meeting with Docchi?" ]

[ [ "He experienced a shift in the gravitational pull.", "He felt sad about the potential fate of Docchi, Nona, and the other accidentals.", "His telepathy practice in conjunction with the weighty conversation had exhausted him.", "His conversation with Thornton regarding the \"deficients\" had depressed him." ], [ "He wanted to develop special powers such as those possessed by the accidentals. ", "He believed the technique would allow him protection from the accidentals should they rise up in rebellion at the Handicap Haven.", "It distracted him when he had to deliver difficult news and helped prevent him from becoming too sympathetic.", "He hoped it would land him a part in the Gland Opera." ], [ "They wanted to return to human civilization and begin the process of assimilation with the beautiful men and women who inhabited the planets.", "They wanted a chance to visit Alpha and Proxima Centauri, where they would have a chance to restore their bodies to their previous states.", "They wanted to leave the Handicap Haven and make a new life outside the solar system.", "They wanted to colonize Alpha and Proxima Centauri, where they knew they would be appreciated." ], [ "Docchi trusts Dr. Cameron, even though he has made it clear he should not.", "Docchi still has hope of being restored to his previous human body.", "Docchi had believed the Medicouncil would approve the petition of the accidentals.", "Docchi doesn't believe it is possible for the Medicouncil to behave irrationally, but it does." ], [ "Vogel demonstrates a complete distrust of medical directors, so his answers are often cloaked in sarcasm or double-speak.", "He doesn't seem to understand the root cause of the gravity surges despite understanding the mechanics behind the generators.", "Vogel is full of pride and very defensive, so it is difficult to get a straight answer from him.", "Vogel has been a gravity engineer for a long time, but he appears to be totally incompetent." ], [ "He wanted to test the Keller techniques on her.", "He thought he wanted to study her nerve dissimilarities.", "Because she was physically attractive.", "Because of the possibility that she possessed telepathic abilities." ], [ "A mechanical indicator of the emotions Docchi experienced at any given moment.", "The prosthetic battery that operated his life cycle.", "The remnants of the cold lighting fluid from the tank into which he had fallen.", "The little bit of human life remaining in him." ], [ "By casting the group as actors in the Rhine Opera.", "By busying Docchi with the Gland opera.", "By occupying the group with simple activities and changing their diets.", "For hiring Nona as a telepathic asset for the Medicouncil." ], [ "Docchi is extremely sensitive to light due to his mutations as an accidental.", "He uses this as a maneuver to throw Docchi off while he practices his telepathy.", "The light that exudes from his face continually brightens and dims with his emotions.", "The brightness that shines from Docchi's body is too bright to be handled by human eyes." ] ]

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[ [ "The doctor got heavily to his feet—and he actually was heavier. It\n wasn't a psychological reaction. He made a mental note of it. He'd have\n to investigate the gravity surge.", "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——", "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", "Doctor Cameron gazed intently at the top of the desk. It wasn't easy\n to be diplomatic. \"The request was turned over to the Medicouncil,\" he", "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.", "He reached for the telecom. \"Get Medicouncilor Thorton,\" he told the\n operator. \"Direct if you can; indirect if you have to. I'll hold on.\"", "\"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", "He looked questioningly at Cameron, expecting a reply. \"I'm afraid I\n can't,\" said the doctor.", "The robot operator broke into his thoughts. \"Medicouncilor Thorton has\n been located.\"", "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.\"", "Deficients. Mentally Cameron turned the word over. If it was\n used accurately it could indicate only one thing. He'd see when\n the medicouncilor's report came in. He could always ask for more\n information if it wasn't clear.", "\"You're on the scene, doctor. You get the important nuances,\" said\n the medicouncilor hastily. \"However it's my considered judgment they", "\"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.\"", "It was inconvenient to wait several minutes for each reply. Besides the\n medicouncilor couldn't or wouldn't help him. He wanted the status quo", "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 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", "\"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", "There always is something beyond us, you know.\" The medicouncilor\n glanced at the chronometer beside him.", "\"I'll have to agree,\" said Dr. Cameron. \"But there's something that\n bothers me. I've looked over the records. No accidental has ever liked\n being here, and that covers quite a few years.\"", "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.\"" ], [ "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", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "Cameron concealed his irritation. He wanted information, not a heart\n to heart confession. Back on Earth he\nhad\nbeen told it was for", "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 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", "than average results. Perhaps there was something to telepathy but he'd\n never found it. Anyway it was clear he wasn't one of the gifted few.", "\"I'll have to agree,\" said Dr. Cameron. \"But there's something that\n bothers me. I've looked over the records. No accidental has ever liked\n being here, and that covers quite a few years.\"", "He looked questioningly at Cameron, expecting a reply. \"I'm afraid I\n can't,\" said the doctor.", "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", "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.\"", "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", "\"I was thinking about the nerve dissimilarities,\" began Cameron.", "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", "\"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.", "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——", "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", "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", "Deficients. Mentally Cameron turned the word over. If it was\n used accurately it could indicate only one thing. He'd see when\n the medicouncilor's report came in. He could always ask for more\n information if it wasn't clear." ], [ "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", "In a way accidentals were pathetic, patchwork humans, half or quarter\n men and women, fractional organisms which masqueraded as people. The", "The self-deception was vicious precisely because the accidentals\nwere\nqualified. Of all the billions of solar citizens\nthey alone could make", "the benefit of the accidentals. He'd reserved judgment then and saw\n no reason not to do so now. \"All practical sciences try to justify", "\"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.", "accidentals would go and some would remain behind, lonelier except for\n their share in the dangerous enterprise.", "it's easier on the accidentals to have a lesser gravity plus a certain\n amount of change. Me, I dunno. I guess the designers couldn't help what\n was built and the reason was dug up later.\"", "\"I'm not sure why half gravity is used. Perhaps it's easier on the\n weakened bodies of the accidentals. Or there may be economic factors.\n Either way it's not important as long as half gravity is what we get.\"", "of beautiful men and women who inhabited the planets. The accidentals\n didn't want to return.", "\"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.\"", "of course, but it wasn't a medical term he was familiar with. Probably\n a semi-slang description. The medicouncilor had been associated with\n accidentals so long that he assumed every doctor would know at once", "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", "\"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'll have to agree,\" said Dr. Cameron. \"But there's something that\n bothers me. I've looked over the records. No accidental has ever liked\n being here, and that covers quite a few years.\"", "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.", "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.\"", "He sat there after the telecom clicked off. What were the deficients\n the medicouncilor had talked about? A subdivision of the accidentals", "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", "They didn't like it. They didn't like being\nconfined\nto Handicap", "\"I guess I don't.\" He stared sullenly at the fluid. It was faintly\n blue. \"I have the feeling they didn't consider it, that they held the\n request for a time and then answered no without looking at it.\"" ], [ "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.", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "\"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", "\"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.", "\"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", "Docchi glanced at her worriedly. \"Do you think someone would report it?\n I'm certain everyone feels as I do.\"", "\"I wish I knew what to do,\" said Docchi. \"It meant so much to us.\"", "Docchi edged forward, his face alight with anticipation.", "\"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.", "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.", "\"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 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.\"", "\"Why?\" questioned Docchi. \"We're capable, you know that. How could they\n refuse?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "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", "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.\"", "Docchi winced, his arms quivering uselessly. \"Maybe not. But we told\n you we're willing to let experts decide. There's nearly a thousand of\n us. They should be able to get one qualified crew.\"" ], [ "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", "The engineer rumbled on. \"You were talking how the generators were\n designed especially for the asteroid. Some fancy medical reason why", "The engineer warmed up, seeming to enjoy himself. \"Ain't no reason\n except the gravity units themselves,\" Vogel said. \"Theoretically we can", "\"You have no control over it?\" This contradicted what he'd heard. His\n information was that gravity generators were the product of an awesome\n bit of scientific development. It seemed inconceivable that they should\n be so haphazardly directed.", "He paused thoughtfully. \"I understand there are three separate\n generators on the asteroid. One runs for forty-five minutes while two", "me,\" he began. \"That's why I called you in. Usually we maintain about\n half Earth-normal gravity. Is that correct?\"", "\"Nothing wrong,\" said the engineer soothingly. \"You get fluctuations\n while one generator is running. You get a gravity surge when one\n generator is supposed to drop out but doesn't. The companion machine\n adds to it, that's all.\"", "\"Sure we got control,\" answered the engineer, grinning. \"We can\n turn them off or on. If gravity varies, that's too bad. We take the\n fluctuation or we don't get anything.\"", "Cameron concealed his irritation. He wanted information, not a heart\n to heart confession. Back on Earth he\nhad\nbeen told it was for", "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", "The gravity generating unit was not a unit. It was built in three\n parts. First there was a power source, which could be anything as long", "him that he was talking about insensate machines. He would continue to\n endow them with personality. \"This is the best you can say, that we'll\n get a wild variation of gravity, sometimes none?\"", "The third part was the control unit, the real heart of the gravity\n generating system. It calculated the relationship between the power", "He looked questioningly at Cameron, expecting a reply. \"I'm afraid I\n can't,\" said the doctor.", "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.\"", "\"Ain't in the least curious about medicine and never bothered to\n learn,\" grunted Vogel. \"I keep my stuff running and that's all. I", "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", "Part two were the gravity coils, which actually originated and directed\n the gravity. They were simple and very nearly indestructible. They\n could be destroyed but they couldn't be altered and still produce the\n field.", "on the asteroid as long as Vogel was a doubtful quantity. He didn't\n distrust him, the man was strange.", "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." ], [ "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", "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——", "The medicouncilor interrupted. \"Nona?\"\n\n\n \"Yes. I'm not sure she really belongs here.\"", "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", "Cameron believed it. The statement fit the personality. He needn't be\n concerned about fraternization. \"There are a few things that puzzle", "He reached for the telecom. \"Get Medicouncilor Thorton,\" he told the\n operator. \"Direct if you can; indirect if you have to. I'll hold on.\"", "Doctor Cameron gazed intently at the top of the desk. It wasn't easy\n to be diplomatic. \"The request was turned over to the Medicouncil,\" he", "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.", "\"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", "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.\"", "The robot operator broke into his thoughts. \"Medicouncilor Thorton has\n been located.\"", "He looked questioningly at Cameron, expecting a reply. \"I'm afraid I\n can't,\" said the doctor.", "\"To him, perhaps,\" reflected the medicouncilor. \"It's an ingenious\n idea, doctor, one which does credit to your humanitarianism. But I'm", "He had one answer—but the medicouncilor believed in another. \"Perhaps\n you're right. She'll have to stay here no matter what happens.\"", "The medicouncilor smiled. \"An apt camouflage. It keeps them amused.\"", "Cameron concealed his irritation. He wanted information, not a heart\n to heart confession. Back on Earth he\nhad\nbeen told it was for", "\"You're on the scene, doctor. You get the important nuances,\" said\n the medicouncilor hastily. \"However it's my considered judgment they", "Deficients. Mentally Cameron turned the word over. If it was\n used accurately it could indicate only one thing. He'd see when\n the medicouncilor's report came in. He could always ask for more\n information if it wasn't clear.", "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" ], [ "Docchi stood up, his face colorless and bright. But the inner\n illumination was no indication of hope.", "\"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", "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", "Docchi edged forward, his face alight with anticipation.", "\"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.", "\"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", "\"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 glanced at her worriedly. \"Do you think someone would report it?\n I'm certain everyone feels as I do.\"", "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.\"", "\"I wish I knew what to do,\" said Docchi. \"It meant so much to us.\"", "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.", "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", "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.\"", "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", "\"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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"Why?\" questioned Docchi. \"We're capable, you know that. How could they\n refuse?\"" ], [ "\"I'll have to agree,\" said Dr. Cameron. \"But there's something that\n bothers me. I've looked over the records. No accidental has ever liked\n being here, and that covers quite a few years.\"", "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.", "\"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'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.\"", "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", "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", "\"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 believed it. The statement fit the personality. He needn't be\n concerned about fraternization. \"There are a few things that puzzle", "Doctor Cameron gazed intently at the top of the desk. It wasn't easy\n to be diplomatic. \"The request was turned over to the Medicouncil,\" he", "He looked questioningly at Cameron, expecting a reply. \"I'm afraid I\n can't,\" said the doctor.", "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.\"", "\"I was thinking about the nerve dissimilarities,\" began Cameron.", "\"I don't anticipate that much difficulty,\" said Cameron hastily. \"I'll\n keep them running around in circles.\"", "\"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.\"", "They didn't like it. They didn't like being\nconfined\nto Handicap", "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——", "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", "Deficients. Mentally Cameron turned the word over. If it was\n used accurately it could indicate only one thing. He'd see when\n the medicouncilor's report came in. He could always ask for more\n information if it wasn't clear.", "\"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 meddled with buttons. It was impossible to keep the lighting at\n a decent level. Docchi was a nuisance.", "\"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", "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.\"", "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", "\"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.", "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.", "Docchi stood up, his face colorless and bright. But the inner\n illumination was no indication of hope.", "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", "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'll have to agree,\" said Dr. Cameron. \"But there's something that\n bothers me. I've looked over the records. No accidental has ever liked\n being here, and that covers quite a few years.\"", "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 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.\"", "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.\"", "Doctor Cameron gazed intently at the top of the desk. It wasn't easy\n to be diplomatic. \"The request was turned over to the Medicouncil,\" he", "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", "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", "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", "\"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" ] ]

[ "How was Nathen able to interpret the alien message?", "What was the essential plot of the drama enacted by the aliens?", "What was Jacob's first indication that something might go wrong with the arrival?", "Why does Nathen theorize the sound he analyzed had been broadcast in short bursts?", "What most likely explains Nathen's nerves at the press conference?", "Why did the aliens respond to Nathen's transmission of \"Rite of Spring\"?", "Why did the aliens not arrive at the designated time?", "What was most striking to the Times reporter about the alien transmission?", "Why was Jacob Luke uncertain about the colorization of the aliens?", "What was the function of the box in the darkened room?" ]

[ [ "He slowed down the squawk patterns and from there was able to directly translate the alien language using the linguists' assistance.", "He managed to decode the scanning pattern in the transmission and assigned what he felt were the appropriate color bands to produce an image.", "He used the tall streamlined box to interpret the alien language used in the transmission.", "With the assistance of the linguists, he was able to analyze the body language of the melodramas sent through the transmission broadcasts." ], [ "An alien made repeated \"O\" movements with his mouth and demonstrated the ship's controls.", "Two aliens plan to land their spacecraft on Earth, and one of the aliens destroys the other.", "One of the aliens on the spaceship killed his close friend in cold blood.", "An alien officer betrayed his fellow officer and killed him." ], [ "Nathen told him point-blank that the aliens would not arrive.", "He sensed Nathen's nerves at the press conference and noticed this emotion reflected in the Senator's behavior as well.", "The movements of the aliens in the video transmissions seemed unusual to him and were perhaps related to Nathen's estimated adjustments.", "When Bud described the atmosphere as \"murky\", both he and Nathen thought that was unusual." ], [ "The aliens did not have the proper technology to record anything longer than that.", "In an attempt to make any kind of contact, the aliens would want to send out as many rapid transmissions as possible.", "In order to compress the messages and avoid interception by a hostile group.", "To ensure speed and accuracy of transmission to the proper recipient." ], [ "He felt nervous with the presence of the military officer as he didn't wish to reveal more than was allowed.", "He was unsure if the aliens were hostile or friendly.", "He was an awkward man who was uncomfortable in front of cameras.", "He was worried the aliens were not going to arrive due to some errors in his original calculations." ], [ "They wanted to share a melodrama from their planet.", "They wanted to alert him that they were planning to visit Earth.", "They loved the music and wanted more.", "They understood the historical significance of making such contact." ], [ "Nathen's calculations had been incorrect, and the aliens were not coming at all.", "Nathen's calculations had been incorrect, and the aliens were arriving much later than the time he had anticipated.", "They were running late due to a mistranslation by the linguists.", "Perhaps by some miscommunication, they had landed on another planet." ], [ "The fact that the aliens were bright green with blue hair.", "The fact that aliens seemed to be acting out a scene as in a play.", "The fact that the aliens appeared to love Stravinsky but dislike Gershwin.", "The fact that he had just witnessed one alien kill another on television." ], [ "Nathen had told them he had estimated their colorizations.", "The speed with which the images were played and replayed might not alter the colors in the images.", "The gradations reflected on the screen were not completely accurate. ", "The colors transmitted from their planet might not have an exact match on Earth." ], [ "It rendered the colorization of the images to allow Nathen to guess the appropriate band.", "It broadcast the images that had been transmitted by the alien spaceship.", "It transferred the squawk patterns into an easily discernible image.", "It was a translation device used to document the alien language." ] ]

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[ [ "\"Not by accident,\" Nathen explained patiently. \"I'd recognized a\n scanning pattern, and I wanted pictures. Pictures are understandable in\n any language.\"", "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.", "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", "Nathen glanced at him doubtfully. \"My job is radio decoder for the\n Department of Military Intelligence. I use a directional pickup, tune", "Nathen moved, seating himself at the transmitter, switching it on to\n warm up, checking and balancing dials. Jacob Luke of the\nTimes", "Nathen answered after a hesitation. \"Static. Radio static. The Army\n told you my job, didn't they?\"", "And these pictures positively, absolutely could not lie!\nThe man from the\nNews\nasked, \"What do you think of the aliens, Mister\n Nathen? Are they friendly? Do they look human?\"", "following Nathen's sending beam. It couldn't miss Earth. \"Bud\" had to\n be kidding.", "\"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.\"", "Nathen's voice was suddenly toneless and strained. \"He said something\n like break out the drinks, here they come.\"", "\"We've landed.\" Nathen whispered the words.", "Some people drifted up. \"What did they say?\"\n\n\n \"Entering the atmosphere, ought to be landing in five or ten minutes,\"\n Nathen told them.", "Between the pauses in Nathen's voice, the\nTimes\nfound himself\n unconsciously listening for the sound of roaring, swiftly approaching\n rocket jets.", "speaking the alien language, and then, very distant and clear in his\n earphones, he heard the recorded voice of the linguist say an English\n word, then a mechanical click and another clear word in the voice of", "\"Trial and error,\" said Nathen, \"but it came out all right. The wide\n band-spread of the squawks had suggested color TV from the beginning.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "Nathen turned and looked at the loudspeaker. His worry seemed to be\n gone.\n\n\n \"What is it?\" the\nTimes\nasked anxiously.", "\"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", "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" ], [ "was subtly different, the shapes subtly not right.\nHe was looking at aliens.\nThe impression was of two humans disguised, humans moving oddly,", "the Disney being played to a large audience, and then the audience\n sitting and waiting before a blank screen. The signal was very clear\n and loud. We'd intercepted a spaceship. They were asking for an encore,", "On the screen now was the obviously unstaged and genuine scene of a\n young alien working over a bank of apparatus. He turned and waved and", "There was a closeup of the alien's face watching the switch, and the\nTimes\nnoted that his ears were symmetrically half-circles, almost", "And these pictures positively, absolutely could not lie!\nThe man from the\nNews\nasked, \"What do you think of the aliens, Mister\n Nathen? Are they friendly? Do they look human?\"", "looked huge for an instant, and then blackness swallowed the screen.\n The young alien swung around to face the camera, speaking a few words\n as he moved, made the O of a smile again, then flipped the switch and", "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.", "mechanically and understood by the aliens.", "looked around. Beside him sat an alert-looking man wearing earphones,\n watching and listening with hawklike concentration. Beside him was a\n tall streamlined box. From the screen came the sound of the alien", "\"Their world must be Earth-like to them,\" the weary-looking young man\n answered uncertainly. \"The environment evolves the animal. But only in", "\"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", "and darkened floodlights, arranged and ready for the Senator to make\n his speech of welcome to the aliens and the world. A shabby radio\n sending set stood beside it without a case to conceal its parts, two", "The scenes changed, a corridor, a parklike place in what he began to\n realize was a spaceship, a lecture room. There were others talking\n and working, speaking to the man in the green tunic, and never was it", "planets, and there is broadcasting between them, they would send it on\n a tight beam to save power.\" He looked for comprehension. \"You know,", "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.", "speaking the alien language, and then, very distant and clear in his\n earphones, he heard the recorded voice of the linguist say an English\n word, then a mechanical click and another clear word in the voice of", "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?", "was awake and sensitive, tuned to receive from the great interstellar\n spaceship which now circled the atmosphere.", "windows. He tried to think of an explanation. \"Maybe they're trying to\n land on Venus.\" The thought was ridiculous, he knew. The spaceship was", "Perhaps gesture is universal; desire and aversion, a leaning forward or\n a leaning back, tension, relaxation. Perhaps these actors were masters." ], [ "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", "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 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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.\"", "Nathen moved, seating himself at the transmitter, switching it on to\n warm up, checking and balancing dials. Jacob Luke of the\nTimes", "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?\"", "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.", "Between the pauses in Nathen's voice, the\nTimes\nfound himself\n unconsciously listening for the sound of roaring, swiftly approaching\n rocket jets.", "There was the sound of reporters fumbling their way into seats around\n him, but the\nTimes\nman remained standing, aware of an enormous\n surprise, as if he had been asleep and wakened to find himself in the\n wrong country.", "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", "Near the interviewers, a Senator paced back and forth, muttering\n his memorized speech of welcome and nervously glancing out the wide\n streaming windows into the gray sleeting rain.", "He said, \"Hell, no, they won't get here. There's some mistake\n somewhere. Something's wrong. I should have told the brasshats", "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.\"", "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", "Outside, rain sleeted across the big windows with a steady faint\n drumming, blurring and dimming the view of the airfield where\nthey" ], [ "Nathen answered after a hesitation. \"Static. Radio static. The Army\n told you my job, didn't they?\"", "Between the pauses in Nathen's voice, the\nTimes\nfound himself\n unconsciously listening for the sound of roaring, swiftly approaching\n rocket jets.", "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", "record until it sounds just like that, a short squawk of static, and\n then broadcasting it. Undergrounds use it. I'd heard that kind of\n screech before.\"", "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", "Nathen glanced at him doubtfully. \"My job is radio decoder for the\n Department of Military Intelligence. I use a directional pickup, tune", "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.", "\"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 short half-second or one-second-length package and send it a few\n hundred times in one long blast to make sure it is picked up during\n the instant the beam swings across the target.\"", "\"Trial and error,\" said Nathen, \"but it came out all right. The wide\n band-spread of the squawks had suggested color TV from the beginning.\"", "Nathen's voice was suddenly toneless and strained. \"He said something\n like break out the drinks, here they come.\"", "Nathen clenched his hands out in front of him and looked at them\n consideringly. \"I don't know. When I turn the tape faster, they're all", "Nathen moved, seating himself at the transmitter, switching it on to\n warm up, checking and balancing dials. Jacob Luke of the\nTimes", "It might be safer to assume that Nathen had simply preferred deep\n voices.", "\"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", "Nathen continued, \"I started directing the pickup at stars in my\n spare time. There's radio noise from stars, you know. Just stuff that", "Nathen turned and looked at the loudspeaker. His worry seemed to be\n gone.\n\n\n \"What is it?\" the\nTimes\nasked anxiously.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "sounds like spatter static, and an occasional squawk. People have been\n listening to it for a long time, and researching, trying to work out\n why stellar radiation on those bands comes in such jagged bursts. It" ], [ "\"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.\"", "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", "Between the pauses in Nathen's voice, the\nTimes\nfound himself\n unconsciously listening for the sound of roaring, swiftly approaching\n rocket jets.", "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 turned and looked at the loudspeaker. His worry seemed to be\n gone.\n\n\n \"What is it?\" the\nTimes\nasked anxiously.", "\"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.\"", "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 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", "Nathen answered after a hesitation. \"Static. Radio static. The Army\n told you my job, didn't they?\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "Nathen's voice was suddenly toneless and strained. \"He said something\n like break out the drinks, here they come.\"", "\"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", "Nathen gave the hand a quick, hard grip, identifying the name. \"Sunday\n Science Section editor. I read it. Surprised to meet you here.\"", "\"Not by accident,\" Nathen explained patiently. \"I'd recognized a\n scanning pattern, and I wanted pictures. Pictures are understandable in\n any language.\"", "It might be safer to assume that Nathen had simply preferred deep\n voices.", "The\nTimes\nman glanced at the\nHerald\n, wondering if he had noticed,\n and received a quick glance in exchange.\n\n\n The\nHerald\nasked Nathen, \"You think they are dangerous, then?\"", "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.", "\"Something about the way they move....\"\n\n\n Nathen shifted to glance at him.\n\n\n \"That's bothered me, too.\"" ], [ "\"Not by accident,\" Nathen explained patiently. \"I'd recognized a\n scanning pattern, and I wanted pictures. Pictures are understandable in\n any language.\"", "the Disney being played to a large audience, and then the audience\n sitting and waiting before a blank screen. The signal was very clear\n and loud. We'd intercepted a spaceship. They were asking for an encore,", "And these pictures positively, absolutely could not lie!\nThe man from the\nNews\nasked, \"What do you think of the aliens, Mister\n Nathen? Are they friendly? Do they look human?\"", "Nathen answered after a hesitation. \"Static. Radio static. The Army\n told you my job, didn't they?\"", "looked around. Beside him sat an alert-looking man wearing earphones,\n watching and listening with hawklike concentration. Beside him was a\n tall streamlined box. From the screen came the sound of the alien", "On the screen now was the obviously unstaged and genuine scene of a\n young alien working over a bank of apparatus. He turned and waved and", "planets, and there is broadcasting between them, they would send it on\n a tight beam to save power.\" He looked for comprehension. \"You know,", "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.", "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.", "following Nathen's sending beam. It couldn't miss Earth. \"Bud\" had to\n be kidding.", "Nathen moved, seating himself at the transmitter, switching it on to\n warm up, checking and balancing dials. Jacob Luke of the\nTimes", "\"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", "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", "speaking the alien language, and then, very distant and clear in his\n earphones, he heard the recorded voice of the linguist say an English\n word, then a mechanical click and another clear word in the voice of", "Some people drifted up. \"What did they say?\"\n\n\n \"Entering the atmosphere, ought to be landing in five or ten minutes,\"\n Nathen told them.", "was subtly different, the shapes subtly not right.\nHe was looking at aliens.\nThe impression was of two humans disguised, humans moving oddly,", "The\nPost\nasked, \"How did you contact the spaceship?\"", "Between the pauses in Nathen's voice, the\nTimes\nfound himself\n unconsciously listening for the sound of roaring, swiftly approaching\n rocket jets.", "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?", "\"Their world must be Earth-like to them,\" the weary-looking young man\n answered uncertainly. \"The environment evolves the animal. But only in" ], [ "the Disney being played to a large audience, and then the audience\n sitting and waiting before a blank screen. The signal was very clear\n and loud. We'd intercepted a spaceship. They were asking for an encore,", "was subtly different, the shapes subtly not right.\nHe was looking at aliens.\nThe impression was of two humans disguised, humans moving oddly,", "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.", "to go over and listen, but there was too little time left before the\n spaceship was due, and he had a question to ask.\nThe hand-rigged transceiver was still humming, tuned to the sending", "not see the broadcasts, is there? Perhaps you should show them.\" He\n said to the reporters reassuringly, \"It's right down the hall. You\n will be informed the moment the spaceship approaches.\"", "On the screen now was the obviously unstaged and genuine scene of a\n young alien working over a bank of apparatus. He turned and waved and", "There was a closeup of the alien's face watching the switch, and the\nTimes\nnoted that his ears were symmetrically half-circles, almost", "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.", "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", "windows. He tried to think of an explanation. \"Maybe they're trying to\n land on Venus.\" The thought was ridiculous, he knew. The spaceship was", "He said, \"Hell, no, they won't get here. There's some mistake\n somewhere. Something's wrong. I should have told the brasshats", "looked huge for an instant, and then blackness swallowed the screen.\n The young alien swung around to face the camera, speaking a few words\n as he moved, made the O of a smile again, then flipped the switch and", "The\nPost\nasked, \"How did you contact the spaceship?\"", "\"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", "Some people drifted up. \"What did they say?\"\n\n\n \"Entering the atmosphere, ought to be landing in five or ten minutes,\"\n Nathen told them.", "and darkened floodlights, arranged and ready for the Senator to make\n his speech of welcome to the aliens and the world. A shabby radio\n sending set stood beside it without a case to conceal its parts, two", "There was no lead in this direction, and they had to get the basic\n facts of the story before the ship came. The\nTimes\nasked, \"What led\n up to your contacting them?\"", "\"He says they've slowed enough to enter the atmosphere now. They'll be\n here in five to ten minutes, I guess. That's Bud. He's all excited.", "And these pictures positively, absolutely could not lie!\nThe man from the\nNews\nasked, \"What do you think of the aliens, Mister\n Nathen? Are they friendly? Do they look human?\"", "planets, and there is broadcasting between them, they would send it on\n a tight beam to save power.\" He looked for comprehension. \"You know," ], [ "There was the sound of reporters fumbling their way into seats around\n him, but the\nTimes\nman remained standing, aware of an enormous\n surprise, as if he had been asleep and wakened to find himself in the\n wrong country.", "There was a closeup of the alien's face watching the switch, and the\nTimes\nnoted that his ears were symmetrically half-circles, almost", "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.", "\"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\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?\"", "looked around. Beside him sat an alert-looking man wearing earphones,\n watching and listening with hawklike concentration. Beside him was a\n tall streamlined box. From the screen came the sound of the alien", "\"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?\"", "the Disney being played to a large audience, and then the audience\n sitting and waiting before a blank screen. The signal was very clear\n and loud. We'd intercepted a spaceship. They were asking for an encore,", "speaking the alien language, and then, very distant and clear in his\n earphones, he heard the recorded voice of the linguist say an English\n word, then a mechanical click and another clear word in the voice of", "On the screen now was the obviously unstaged and genuine scene of a\n young alien working over a bank of apparatus. He turned and waved and", "looked huge for an instant, and then blackness swallowed the screen.\n The young alien swung around to face the camera, speaking a few words\n as he moved, made the O of a smile again, then flipped the switch and", "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 was talking slowly and carefully, remembering that this explanation\n was for the newspapers. \"When a stray beam swings through our section", "not see the broadcasts, is there? Perhaps you should show them.\" He\n said to the reporters reassuringly, \"It's right down the hall. You\n will be informed the moment the spaceship approaches.\"", "\"Earth-like,\" muttered a reporter, writing it down as if he had noticed\n nothing more in the reply.", "\"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", "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?", "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 turned and looked at the loudspeaker. His worry seemed to be\n gone.\n\n\n \"What is it?\" the\nTimes\nasked anxiously.", "Between the pauses in Nathen's voice, the\nTimes\nfound himself\n unconsciously listening for the sound of roaring, swiftly approaching\n rocket jets." ], [ "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", "was subtly different, the shapes subtly not right.\nHe was looking at aliens.\nThe impression was of two humans disguised, humans moving oddly,", "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", "There was a closeup of the alien's face watching the switch, and the\nTimes\nnoted that his ears were symmetrically half-circles, almost", "looked huge for an instant, and then blackness swallowed the screen.\n The young alien swung around to face the camera, speaking a few words\n as he moved, made the O of a smile again, then flipped the switch and", "the background. Just for an instant, the room and the things within\n it flashed into one of those bewildering color changes which were the\n bane of color television, and switched to a color negative of itself, a", "looked around. Beside him sat an alert-looking man wearing earphones,\n watching and listening with hawklike concentration. Beside him was a\n tall streamlined box. From the screen came the sound of the alien", "On the screen now was the obviously unstaged and genuine scene of a\n young alien working over a bank of apparatus. He turned and waved and", "And these pictures positively, absolutely could not lie!\nThe man from the\nNews\nasked, \"What do you think of the aliens, Mister\n Nathen? Are they friendly? Do they look human?\"", "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?\"", "On the other side of the glowing window that was the stereo screen, the\n large protagonist in the green tunic was speaking to a pilot in a gray\n uniform. They stood in a brightly lit canary-yellow control room in a\n spaceship.", "\"Trial and error,\" said Nathen, \"but it came out all right. The wide\n band-spread of the squawks had suggested color TV from the beginning.\"", "The bright colors of the double image seemed the only real thing in the\n darkened room. Even blurred as they were, he could see that the action", "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?", "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.", "The scenes changed, a corridor, a parklike place in what he began to\n realize was a spaceship, a lecture room. There were others talking\n and working, speaking to the man in the green tunic, and never was it", "they had labored over for ten months, adjusting and readjusting to\n reduce the maddening rippling plaids of unsynchronized color scanners\n to some kind of sane picture.", "Nathen moved, seating himself at the transmitter, switching it on to\n warm up, checking and balancing dials. Jacob Luke of the\nTimes", "\"Their world must be Earth-like to them,\" the weary-looking young man\n answered uncertainly. \"The environment evolves the animal. But only in" ], [ "They opened it and fumbled into a darkened room crowded with empty\n folding chairs, dominated by a glowing bright screen. The door closed\n behind them, bringing total darkness.", "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", "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 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.", "The bright colors of the double image seemed the only real thing in the\n darkened room. Even blurred as they were, he could see that the action", "the background. Just for an instant, the room and the things within\n it flashed into one of those bewildering color changes which were the\n bane of color television, and switched to a color negative of itself, a", "language. The man abruptly flipped a switch on the box, muttered a word\n into a small hand-microphone and flipped the switch back with nervous\n rapidity.", "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.", "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.", "before them and a small hand-mike sat ready on the table before the\n panel. It was connected to a boxlike, expensively cased piece of", "looked around. Beside him sat an alert-looking man wearing earphones,\n watching and listening with hawklike concentration. Beside him was a\n tall streamlined box. From the screen came the sound of the alien", "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.", "and darkened floodlights, arranged and ready for the Senator to make\n his speech of welcome to the aliens and the world. A shabby radio\n sending set stood beside it without a case to conceal its parts, two", "in, trundling a large wheeled box that was the mechanical translator,\n supervising while it was hitched into the sound broadcasting system.", "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—", "cathode screen came to life suddenly with a picture of the young man\n sitting at his sending-set, his back turned, watching a screen at one\n side which showed a glimpse of a huge dark plain approaching. As the", "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", "There was some fumbling in the semi-dark and then the screen came to\n life again.\nIt showed a flash of an audience sitting before a screen and gave a", "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", "\"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.\"" ] ]

[ "What pertinent information did Theodor learn at the Deep Space Bar?", "What happened to Ivan?", "What can the reader learn through Dotty's visions?", "Why did Madge believe Dr. Kometevsky's predictions were unfolding?", "What might Edmund be \"driving at\" by the end of the story?", "Why doesn't feel Celeste feel completely safe and secure?", "Why were news reports initially positive regarding the disappearance of Phobos and Deimos?", "What was unusual about Rosalind's journey through Earth?" ]

[ [ "The Solar System's celestial bodies were disguised military ships, and they were settling into formation for a greater battle between the gods of good and the forces of evil.", "The bartender was only fifteen years old. ", "The monkey-like man with the shrunken, wrinkle-seamed face seated at the bar was fabled war hero Colonel Fortescue", "The gods had been hiding in on the Indian peninsula and had made their presence known in order to prepare for battle." ], [ "He was pulled through the surface of the planet towards the durasphere by some unknown force.", "He was captured by one of the forces of evil as they made their attack on the Solar System.", "An unseen patch of quicksand pulled him into the ground, leaving behind his briefcase caked in dirt and a note that said \"Going down!\"", "He dug his way to the center of the Earth after hearing Dotty's vision, watching the news at the Deep Space Bar, and putting all the pieces together." ], [ "Phobos and Deimos had disappeared to the same general vicinity as the fourteen moons of Jupiter, gearing up for battle with the forces of evil.", "The gods wanted privacy to think in peace, and the other gods felt threatened by that. So the gods hid in the Universe to avoid detection by the other gods as they hunted for them.", "As her ESP took an increasing hold over her, she became closer and closer to achieving her true calling as a god.", "Dr. Kometevsky's predictions were entirely inaccurate and had been used to manipulate vulnerable people." ], [ "The planets had begun to rearrange their order. The vanishings of Phobos and Deimos were especially revealing in her opinion.", "The sudden disappearance of the two Martian moons revealed that the process of Disordered Space had begun.\n", "The explosions of Phobos and Deimos indicated that the Disintegration Hypothesis was, in fact, true.", "Celeste had informed her of Dotty's increasingly unusual visions in which she claimed to be a god. " ], [ "Dr. Kometevsky's vision had misled them about what would happen when the two moons disappeared, so they were not properly prepared for the battle to come.", "Ivan and Rosalind had been abducted in order to help navigate the Earth's durasphere into battle against an unknown enemy.", "They were all about to die in the ensuing chaos of the battle between the duraspheres formerly known as the moons and planets of the Solar System.", "The people with ESP were the disguised gods, and Earth would be the next planet to remove its outer shell to join the battle." ], [ "She has three husbands and those husbands have three wives.", "After Ivan's and Rosalind's disappearances, she is worried that she will be next.", "Dotty's visions have begun to worry her about the fate of the planet.", "She is unnerved by Madge's passionate belief that Dr. Kometevsky's predictions are coming true." ], [ "They felt the evidence showed that the Solar System was simply undergoing a natural reordering process.", "The disappearance of the two moons seemed to indicate that Earth might be safe for now.", "The two moons had left behind pieces that seemed to indicate the rest could be recovered.", "News teams were excited about the possibility of proof of the Disintegration Hypothesis." ], [ "It ended with her being placed firmly on the surface of the durasphere.", "Although she was filled with rocks, dirt, and other terrestrial material, she could still breathe.", "She had enough time to leave behind a white glove pointing downward to indicate where she had gone as well as a short note explaining her departure.", "Dotty had foreseen her departure in this exact fashion in one of her earlier ESP visions." ] ]

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[ [ "It grew hot, then hotter, as if she were approaching the mythical\n eternal fires.\nAt first glance Theodor thought the Deep Space Bar was empty. Then he", "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", "Theodor nodded heavily, pushing up from his chair and hitching his\n cloak over a shoulder.\n\n\n \"I'm going out for a drink,\" he informed them.", "Theodor nodded emphatically. \"All the more reason to get a line on\n what's happening as quickly as possible. You know, it's fantastically", "Frieda frowned anxiously. \"It's ten minutes since he phoned from the\n Deep Space Bar to say he was starting right away. And that's hardly a\n two minutes walk.\"", "\"You don't mean to imply—\" Theodor interrupted.\n\n\n The girl behind the bar looked at them both cryptically.", "He chuckled and took another big drink. Theodor looked at him sourly.\n The girl behind the bar polished a glass and said nothing.", "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.\"", "Theodor shrugged. Just then the TV \"big news\" light blinked blue and\n the girl switched on audio. The Colonel winked at Theodor.", "Theodor recognized the shrunken wrinkle-seamed face. It was Colonel\n Fortescue, a military antique long retired from the Peace Patrol and", "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.\"", "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", "The Colonel said, \"Ah-ha!\"\n\n\n Theodor stared at him. The old man's self-satisfied poise was almost\n amusing.", "\"Frankly, no.\"\n\n\n The Colonel leaned toward Theodor and whispered gruffly, \"The Divine\n Plan. God is a military strategist, naturally.\"", "\"Of course, there are several more convincing alternate\n explanations....\" Theodor began hesitantly, knowing very well that", "\"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?\"", "for him.\" When she had prepared Theodor's highball, she announced,\n \"I'll have a drink with you gentlemen,\" and squeezed herself a glass of\n pomegranate juice.", "\"Jupiter was supposed to have started as the outermost planet, and is\n to end up in the orbit of Mercury,\" Theodor continued. \"Well, nothing\n at all like that has happened.\"", "\"Did you know,\" Theodor said suddenly, \"that in\nGulliver's Travels", "\"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.\"" ], [ "At those last two words they all looked up quickly. Then their eyes\n went toward Ivan's briefcase.\nOur trick has succeeded", "When she reached the point where she had found Ivan's briefcase, she\n stopped altogether.", "evening—which may very well be connected with Ivan's disappearance.\"", "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", "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", "\"Thirdly, the disappearances of Ivan and Rosalind, and especially\n the baffling hint—from Ivan's message in one case and Rosalind's", "Edmund rapped the table to gain the family's attention. \"I'd say we've\n done everything we can for the moment to find Ivan. We've made a", "\"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 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", "\"I'll take over Ivan's notes,\" she heard Edmund say. \"They're mainly\n about the Deep Shaft.\"", "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", "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", "Theodor nodded heavily, pushing up from his chair and hitching his\n cloak over a shoulder.\n\n\n \"I'm going out for a drink,\" he informed them.", "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.", "\"The rest will also be!\"\n\n\n Edmund had turned his back on the window. Frieda and Theodor had\n switched off their projectors.", "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.", "\"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?\"", "\"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:", "Edmund threw up his hands. \"Very well, then,\" he said and walked over,\n switched on the picture and stared out moodily.", "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" ], [ "Celeste's reactions were mixed. She felt worried about Dotty and at\n the same time almost in terror of her, as if the little girl were an", "Dotty's eyes opened without making Celeste feel she had quite come\n awake. After a bit she looked at Celeste and her little lips parted in\n a smile.", "Dotty suddenly began to turn and toss, and a look of terror came over\n her sleeping face. Celeste leaned forward apprehensively.", "Dotty nodded happily, her eyes already closed again.\n\n\n There was a sudden flurry of excited voices beyond the door. Celeste\n heard her name called. She stood up.", "It was true, but it didn't comfort him much.\nI am a God\n, Dotty was dreaming,", "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.\"", ", 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", "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.", "she was rather like a circus mother watching her sick child before she\n went out for the trapeze act.\nI and my god-friends sail off in our great round silver boats\n, Dotty", "The smile left Dotty's lips. \"Why do you act so nervous around me?\" she\n asked. \"Don't you love me, Mummy?\"", "Celeste watched him for a minute, then sprang up and started toward the\n room where Dotty was asleep. But midway she stopped.\nNot my child", "\"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.\"", "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.", "The child's lips worked and Celeste made out the sleepy-fuzzy words:\n \"They've found out where we're hiding. They're coming to get us. No!\n Please, no!\"", "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.\"", "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 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,", "black rot, worn tunnels, worms. Tier on tier of them, her vision\n penetrating the solid ground. And at the same time, the knowledge that\n these same sorts of things were coursing up through 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:", "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 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", "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", "She said it almost apologetically. In fact, standing there so frank and\n anxious-eyed, Madge looked anything but a fanatic, which made it much\n worse.", "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.\"", "might happen. I was never a Kometevskyite before. Hadn't even heard of\n the man.\"", "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,", "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", "forth. Meanwhile, however, we can take courage from the words of a poem\n written even before Dr. Kometevsky's book:", "\"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?\"", "\"But it's begun,\" Madge said with conviction. \"Phobos and Deimos have\n disappeared. You can't argue away that stubborn little fact.\"", "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 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", "a brown old witch resurrected from the Last Age of Madness to confound\n a world growing sane, and she couldn't help shrinking back a trifle\n toward her husband Theodor.", "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.", "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", "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.\"", "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,", "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.", "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", "for him.\" When she had prepared Theodor's highball, she announced,\n \"I'll have a drink with you gentlemen,\" and squeezed herself a glass of\n pomegranate juice." ], [ "Edmund waited. \"Do you see what I'm driving at?\" he asked hoarsely.", "\"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.\"", "\"Good idea,\" Edmund said briskly. \"I think we've hit on several crucial\n points along the way and half disentangled them from the great mass of", "Edmund rapped the table to gain the family's attention. \"I'd say we've\n done everything we can for the moment to find Ivan. We've made a", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"Yes, Mummy.\"\nEdmund rapped for attention. Celeste, Frieda, and Theodor glanced", "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.\"", "Edmund threw up his hands. \"Very well, then,\" he said and walked over,\n switched on the picture and stared out moodily.", "The monkeylike figure muttered, \"Scotch-and-soda,\" then turned toward\n Edmund and asked, \"And what is your reaction to all this, sir?\"", "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", "the unknown. Black Edmund, masking a deep uncertainty with a strong\n show of decisiveness.", "\"I'll take over Ivan's notes,\" she heard Edmund say. \"They're mainly\n about the Deep Shaft.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"The rest will also be!\"\n\n\n Edmund had turned his back on the window. Frieda and Theodor had\n switched off their projectors.", "\"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", "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", "At those last two words they all looked up quickly. Then their eyes\n went toward Ivan's briefcase.\nOur trick has succeeded" ], [ "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.\"", "Celeste's reactions were mixed. She felt worried about Dotty and at\n the same time almost in terror of her, as if the little girl were an", "The child's lips worked and Celeste made out the sleepy-fuzzy words:\n \"They've found out where we're hiding. They're coming to get us. No!\n Please, no!\"", "Dotty's eyes opened without making Celeste feel she had quite come\n awake. After a bit she looked at Celeste and her little lips parted in\n a smile.", "But Celeste didn't want to move too fast. \"You know, Teddy,\" she said\n uncomfortably, \"all this reminds me of those old myths where too much", "Dotty nodded happily, her eyes already closed again.\n\n\n There was a sudden flurry of excited voices beyond the door. Celeste\n heard her name called. She stood up.", "Celeste watched him for a minute, then sprang up and started toward the\n room where Dotty was asleep. But midway she stopped.\nNot my child", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"No, just Frieda's,\" Celeste said bitterly. \"Of course you may be the\n father. One-third of a chance.\"", "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.", "Looking at the lovely garden landscape around her, Celeste Wolver felt\n that in a moment the shrubby hills would begin to roll like waves, the\n charmingly aimless paths twist like snakes and sink in the green sea,", "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.", "Dotty suddenly began to turn and toss, and a look of terror came over\n her sleeping face. Celeste leaned forward apprehensively.", "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.", "Celeste turned away with outward casualness as Theodor kissed his two\n other wives. She was pleased to note that Edmund seemed impatient too.", "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", "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 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." ], [ "\"But it's begun,\" Madge said with conviction. \"Phobos and Deimos have\n disappeared. You can't argue away that stubborn little fact.\"", "there weren't. If Phobos and Deimos had suddenly disintegrated,\n surely Mars Base would have noticed something. Of course there was the\n Disordered Space Hypothesis, even if it was little more than the chance", "\"... confirming the disappearance of Jupiter's moons. But two other\n utterly fantastic reports have just been received. First, Lunar", "That was the trouble; you couldn't. Mars' two tiny moons had simply\n vanished during a period when, as was generally the case, the eyes", "\"The two rocket ships sent out from Mars Base to explore the orbital\n positions of Phobos and Deimos—that is, the volume of space they'd be", "holes in space? So he ended up by taking a different tack: \"Besides, if\n Phobos and Deimos simply shot off somewhere, surely they'd have been\n picked up by now by 'scope or radar.\"", "Just then the TV voice quickened with shock. \"News! Lunar Observatory\n One reports that, although Jupiter is just about to pass behind the", "\"However, we're mighty pleased at this news here. There's a marked\n lessening of tension. The finding of the debris—solid, tangible", "Observatory One says that it is visually tracking fourteen small bodies\n which it believes may be the lost moons of Jupiter. They are moving\n outward from the Solar System at an incredible velocity and are already", "Phobos and Deimos had duraspheres proportional in size to that of\n Earth, then the debris would roughly equal in amount the material in", "\"Second, Palomar reports a large number of dark bodies approaching the\n Solar System at an equally incredible velocity. They are at about twice\n the distance of Pluto, but closing in fast! We will be on the air with\n further details as soon as possible.\"", "searching in the extended Mars volume. Nor have any statements been\n issued by the various groups working on the problem in Astrophysics,\n Cosmic Ecology, the Congress for the Discovery of New Purposes, and so", "\"Stop being eerie,\" Celeste said sharply. But then she went on, \"Those\n names Phobos and Deimos—they're Greek, aren't they? What do they mean?\"", "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.", "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", "Sun, a good coronagraph of the planet has been obtained. Checked and\n rechecked, it admits of only one interpretation, which Lunar One\n feels duty-bound to release.", "occupying if their positions had remained normal—report finding masses\n of dust and larger debris. The two masses of fine debris are moving\n in the same orbits and at the same velocities as the two vanished", "\"Second, the movements of the moons of Mars and Jupiter, and\n particularly the debris left behind by the moons of Mars. Granting", "\"Meanwhile, Earthlings are going about their business with a minimum\n of commotion, meeting with considerable calm the strange threat to", "The TV was saying, \"... in addition, a number of mysterious\n disappearances of high-rating individuals have been reported. These" ], [ "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.", "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", "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", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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", "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", "She expected blackness, but it was as if the light of the path stayed\n with her, making a little glow all around. She saw roots, pebbles,", "A breeze rustled the leaves, and, moistly brushing her cheek, brought\n forest scents of rot and mold. After a bit she began to hear the\n furtive scurryings and scuttlings of forest creatures.", "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.", "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", "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.", "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.\"", "\"This Earth is not the steadfast place\nWe landsmen build upon;\nFrom deep to deep she varies pace,\nAnd while she comes is gone.", "\"Meanwhile, Earthlings are going about their business with a minimum\n of commotion, meeting with considerable calm the strange threat to", "Her tortured, rock-permeated lungs sucked at rock and drew in air. She\n wondered madly if a volume of air were falling with her through the\n stone.", "Just then the TV voice quickened with shock. \"News! Lunar Observatory\n One reports that, although Jupiter is just about to pass behind the", "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.\"" ] ]

[ "Why does the author agree with the New York Senator's position?", "Why doesn't the author believe giving teenagers contraceptives would incentivize irresponsible sexual activity?", "How do some critics compare the Norplant option suggested by the Inquirer to China?", "Why did some readers accuse the Inquirer article of advocating genocide?", "What are the essential reasons the author believes Norplant is the right brand for testing this option?", "What is the author's view on the idea that using Norplant may lead to an increase in AIDS?", "Would the Norplant option fail because of an abundance of people who wish to have children?", "How does the author respond to claims that Norplant is not a healthy option?", "In what way do critics claim the Norplant option is sexist?" ]

[ [ "He believes there is no hope for people who are born into the cycle of poverty and are unemployable for various reasons.", "He believes jobs programs will not be well-financed, and this will dissuade people from having children because they will not want to work.", "He doesn't think that many women will take advantage of the job training programs because they prefer to remain in the welfare system.", "He believes programs that create jobs and prepare people for the workforce will ultimately help people grow independent from welfare." ], [ "Because of existing laws prohibiting various kinds of sexual activities, specifically for teenagers.", "The Norplant option would require parental consent, so the teenagers would have to reveal their sexual history to their parents.", "The prominence of abstinence-only education would de-incentivize teenagers from engaging in promiscuity.", "Teenagers are going to find a way to have sex, whether they are provided contraceptives or not." ], [ "They suggest giving money to people on welfare to not have children is the same as forcing people to not have children at all.", "One of the requirements of the program would be to have only one child, which is very similar to China's one-child policy.", "There would be a reduction in welfare benefits if a recipient neglected to choose the Norplant option.", "The Norplant option would force some mothers into coerced abortions, such as the ones prevalent in China." ], [ "The Inquirer article appeared to be strongly in favor of abortion, which many of its readers felt was strongly akin to genocide at the time.", "The Inquirer article advocated for sterilization of women as part of its welfare proposal--a tactic used by many genocidal programs.", "Norplant would be specifically marketed towards black America, and therefore it would play a role in reducing the black population.", "The original article mentioned that many black youths in America are impoverished, so the suggestion that mothers on welfare stop having babies seemed like attempting to control black population numbers." ], [ "Norplant is an affordable option, and the expenses could be easily offset by the taxpayers.", "The contraceptive has been proven to prevent all unwanted pregnancies and has a proven track record of eliminating individuals' reliance on the welfare system.", "Norplant is a trusted name in the healthcare community as well as the American public.", "It is easily reversible if necessary and is an extremely effective and simple form of contraceptive." ], [ "He does not agree with this idea and cites a recent study that shows it had no bearing on people's decision to use contraceptives. ", "He does not believe that the use of Norplant and the spread of AIDS are related in any conceivable way.", "He believes it is a possibility, and therefore the public must be educated on the importance of using condoms to prevent the spread of disease.", "He acknowledges the fear is very real and cites the statistic that Norplant is 19 times more effective than the birth control pill in preventing pregnancy." ], [ "No, it would not. It would fail because it overwhelmingly lacks public support.", "No, it would not. The option has the potential to lower the number of abortions as well as provide much-needed financial support.", "No, it would not. It would succeed because it would still allow people to have abortions and receive an increase in the welfare they receive.", "Yes, it would. Studies have shown that the vast majority of mothers on welfare also wish to raise families. " ], [ "He reports that people said the same thing about silicone breast implants, and those people were proven wrong.", "He acknowledges that there are inherent defects in the current product and that continued testing and development is important prior to implementation of the program.", "Every mode of birth control has health risks, so transparency is important. Still, the FDA has stated Norplant works and is safe to use.", "He says the criticism is largely driven by litigious-minded individuals who want to use Norplant to make money through legal claims." ], [ "The Norplant option essentially forces women on welfare to rely on birth control, which removes their option for reproductive choice.", "Women receive the majority of welfare assistance already, and the Norplant option would keep women reliant upon welfare.", "Norplant is made only for women and girls, and men do not have any options beyond condoms and vasectomies.", "Men do not have to rely on such an option in order to receive their welfare checks." ] ]

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[ [ "progressives like Sen. Daniel Patrick Moynihan, D-N.Y., have properly", "The original Inquirer editorial unwittingly invited such smears by linking", "Congress and President Clinton have opted to use the threat", "wrongheaded editorial opinion.\" And ever since, the whole subject has", "\"Many people,\" David Boldt, then-editor of the Inquirer's editorial page, noted in a subsequent commentary, \"saw the editorial as part of an ongoing white conspiracy to carry out genocide of blacks in America.\"", "uproar followed. The editorial writers--who had insensitively suggested a", "Now that Congress", "Given the stark ugliness of trying to end the welfare culture by spreading homelessness and hunger, it's especially striking that one pretty good, pretty humane idea has been virtually ignored in the welfare debate of the past year.", "And even", "Philadelphia Inquirer suggested in an editorial that perhaps some welfare", "They also caught it from some abortion-rights zealots, who are", "tantamount to coercion. They're right.\" No, they were wrong,", "The newspaper abjectly apologized for a \"misguided and wrongheaded", "requirement would answer this objection. I would not advocate such", "if they want them. As I have suggested, one possible", "they would agree to practice effective birth control--specifically, to use", "old) would consult with me and my wife before getting", "Norplant editorial, when it noted that women would be free", "reproductive choices. 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[ "In what way does the author suggest MacGregor misunderstands Darger?", "Why is the context of Darger's work important?", "How did Darger create his pictures of girls?", "Why is MacGregor the lone critic of Darger's oeuvre?", "Why was Darger considered to be an \"outsider\"?", "What is the plot of Darger's epic story?", "Why does the writer open the article with a reference to JonBenet Ramsey?", "In what way does the writer believe Darger is similar to artists like David Lynch?", "What was Darger's link to post-modernism?" ]

[ [ "He accuses MacGregor of applying a psychoanalytic reading of his work rather than placing his art within the larger scope of postmodernism.", "The author thinks MacGregor has a macabre fascination with the more violent aspects of Darger's work.", "The author believes MacGregor is a charlatan and exclusively interested in acquiring Darger's work for personal notoriety.", "He believes that MacGregor has intentionally limited scholarly understanding of Darger by seeking exclusive access to his work." ], [ "Without context, one would believe the artwork to be very amateur and exclusively interested in violence.", "Otherwise, it would be difficult to see that his artistic work rivals that of his contemporaries Robbins and Lynch.", "Darger's work must be understood through the lens of his mental illness if it is to be understood at all.", "It would otherwise be easy to reduce his work to the depraved output of someone who could not escape his own demons." ], [ "He used comic strips as models for the characters he would create on his own.", "He drew pictures from illustrations he had seen and repeated the process over and over.", "He drew outlines of figures found in magazines and sometimes pasted them onto his work.", "He took pictures of people he knew." ], [ "He has purchased the majority of the material Darger produced during his lifetime.", "The subject matter of Darger's work is too revolting for most critics to want to discuss.", "Darger's landlord will not allow any other critic to view Darger's work because of its sensitive material.", "He alone largely has access to Darger's work thanks to the executor of Darger's estate." ], [ "He did not have any artistic schooling and was not involved in the art world during his lifetime.", "He was not interested in hearing the critical reception of his artwork.", "He spent much of his adult life in and out of mental institutions and, finally, nursing homes.", "He lived alone in his apartment for the entirety of his adult life and did not interact with anyone." ], [ "Young sisters attempt to escape from the Glandelinians--a group of men fond of imprisoning and enacting violence upon them.", "The story documents the decades-long war between the Glandelinians and the Vivian Girls.", "The story documents the Vivian Girls' attempts to free the girl-slaves that have been systematically slaughtered over the years by the Glandelinians.", "The Child Slave Rebellion manages to defeat their male captors, and the story documents their journey to brutal revenge." ], [ "She is the subject of an exhibit at the Museum of American Folk Art.", "He compares the details of her case to the subject matter depicted in the paintings of Henry Darger.", "Her case is a relevant cultural touchstone, which he intends to examine in detail.", "She is a contemporary example of a cultural trend: The murder of beautiful youth." ], [ "They both ought to be considered progenitors of the postmodern movement.", "He undercuts innocence with deeply terrifying subjects and images.", "They are both members of the Mouseketeers.", "They both frequently depict brutal and disturbing acts of violence upon children." ], [ "Like other postmodernists, he frequently depicted subjects of gruesome violence.", "He was fully immersed in the fantasy world he had created in his 15,000-page epic.", "He intentionally inserts himself into his work, and his characters frequently reflect on the process of artistic creation.", "Like his fellow postmodern artists, Darger was interested in the line between what is real and what is fantasy." ] ]

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[ "Why does Joe want a new wife?", "Why would Joe's pursuit of a perfect wife end in failure, no matter what?", "What does Joe's view of Dan Harvey and his wife say about his own life? ", "Why does Vera react the way she does to Joes decision? ", "Why is Alice \"too perfect?\"", "What is Joe's major character flaw?", "What could the moral of the story be?", "How might Joe's views have changed by the end of the story?" ]

[ [ "Working with machinery for so long as made him distant with Vera ", "Vera doesn't behave like a \"good wife\", he's tired of her.", "Vera behaves too much like a \"good wife\"", "He has unrealistic expectations of what a wife should be like" ], [ "He himself doesn't understand perfection, and doesn't know what to look for. ", "His perfect wife is always doomed to have the same traits he already dislikes. ", "They don't have the means to make him a perfect wife. ", "Perfection doesn't exist, and he will always find fault in his partners. " ], [ "Joe is right in his assumptions. People settle for mediocrity without realizing it. ", "Joe is \"unscientific\" himself, and his assumptions about Dan Harvey reflect that. ", "Joe is right. People are generally unscientific, and don't understand the world around them.", "Joe is projecting his insecurities. \"Unscientific\" people are happier than him because they embrace imperfections. " ], [ "She realizes that she can't fulfill his fantasy of perfection, and needs to find a man who views her as perfect. ", "She knows that Joe will accomplish his goal of building a \"perfect\" wife, and doesn't want to be a witness to it. ", "She realizes that she can't fulfill his fantasy of perfection, and is better of finding someone who lover her for who she is. ", "She leaves because she can't deal with loving Joe when he doesn't feel the same. " ], [ "She is so perfect that Joe and the others can't keep up with her, and have too program imperfections to compensate. ", "Her \"perfection\" is inhuman, and causes her to offend people and be too emotionally detached. ", "Her perfection alienates her from people, as they don't know what to do with it. ", "Her \"perfection\" is so on the nose that people don't read her as human. " ], [ "He's too involved in his experiment with Alice. It's blinding him to his real issues with Vera.", "He approaches life too much like a romantic. He has an ideal for perfection of love he can never attain. ", "Joe simply doesn't understand women. This misunderstanding causes him to create Alice. ", "He approaches life too much like a scientist. He doesn't respect the emotional nuances of people or their imperfections. " ], [ "Imperfection is something we can overcome, though the means for it may be something we're not ready for. ", "Humans will forever be imperfect, and accepting that imperfection is key to loving people. ", "Technology, though incredible, can give way to people losing sight of what really matters in relationships. ", "Human will forever be imperfect, and as such we will always struggle to love one another. " ], [ "He might realize how much he misses Vera, and the errors in his thinking. ", "He might realize what a great job Alice is doing of emulating Vera, and keep her. ", "They won't change. He's too fixated on Alice and his goal.", "He understands people, and women in particular, even less than at the start of the story. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"Anything in particular?\"\n\n\n Joe took a breath, looked away, and back at Burke. \"Well, a wife.\"", "\"Beyond my adolescence? I hope so, though very few people are.\" Joe\n looked at Sam squarely. \"Every man wants a perfect wife, doesn't he?\"\n\n\n Sam shrugged. \"I suppose.\"", "\"But not perfect. Who is, Joe?\"\n\n\n \"My new wife is going to be.\"\n\n\n Pete shrugged and began putting together the ingredients for the kind\n of skin Joe had specified.", "Sam's eyes opened at sight of her; his wife's narrowed. Joe took pride\n in their reaction, but it was a strange, impersonal pride.", "\"You're thinking about me, about trading me in. Joe, haven't\n I—darling, is there—?\" She broke off, looking even more miserable\n than Sam had.", "\"I don't want a reasonable man,\" she said quietly. \"I want you, Joe.\n I—I loved you.\"", "\"A new wife?\" He looked at her. \"What makes you think that?\"", "perfect wife.\" He tapped his own chest. \"For me, just for me, the way I\n want her. No human frailties. Ideal.\"", "Dan Harvey said sympathetically, \"It happens to the best of us.\n Thinking of getting a new one, Joe?\"\n\n\n \"I've got one right here. Thought I'd drop over, sort of break the ice.\"", "Pete's grin sagged baffledly. \"I don't get it, Joe. Perfect how?\"\n\n\n \"In all ways.\" Joe's face was grave. \"Someone ideal to live with.\"", "But he did say, \"I certainly thought a lot of Vera. You wouldn't have\n to warm her in any incubating mold.\"\n\n\n \"Wait'll you see this one,\" Joe said.", "In the car, Joe was thoughtful. Halfway home, he said, \"Darling, I\n think you know too much—for a female, that is. I think you'll have to", "\"She can't frown,\" Joe explained. \"The muscles are there, but they need\n massage to bring them to life.\" He paused. \"I wanted a smiling wife.\"", "She stared at him, a film of moisture in her eyes. She didn't cry or\n ask questions or protest. Joe wished she would. This was worse.", "\"Joe, I'm not going to argue with you. Only one thing I ask. When\n you—break the news to Vera, break it gently. And get her back to the", "\"You've done as well as you could,\" Joe agreed in an argumentative way.\n \"You've given some reason and order to the marital competition among", "Joe said patiently, \"I wasn't ribbing him. I took her out of the mold\n last night. I ate breakfast with her this morning. She's—beautiful,\n Chief. She's ideal.\"", "This afternoon, Burke's long nose was twitching and his thin face was\n gravely bleak. He had a clipped, efficient way of speaking.\n\n\n \"Tired, Joe?\"", "\"Vera. My wife. She's not right.\"\n\n\n Sam frowned. \"Are you serious, Joe? You mean she's—?\" He tapped his\n temple.", "And when she walked into the living room at home, when she acknowledged\n the introduction to the Chief, Joe knew the old boy was sold. The Chief\n could only stare." ], [ "\"Beyond my adolescence? I hope so, though very few people are.\" Joe\n looked at Sam squarely. \"Every man wants a perfect wife, doesn't he?\"\n\n\n Sam shrugged. \"I suppose.\"", "\"But not perfect. Who is, Joe?\"\n\n\n \"My new wife is going to be.\"\n\n\n Pete shrugged and began putting together the ingredients for the kind\n of skin Joe had specified.", "perfect wife.\" He tapped his own chest. \"For me, just for me, the way I\n want her. No human frailties. Ideal.\"", "Pete's grin sagged baffledly. \"I don't get it, Joe. Perfect how?\"\n\n\n \"In all ways.\" Joe's face was grave. \"Someone ideal to live with.\"", "\"It's not your fault,\" he said, after a moment. \"I'm not going to get\n another. You're as ideal, almost, as a human wife can ever be.\"", "\"A perfect robot,\" Sam objected.\n\n\n \"A wife,\" Joe corrected. \"A person. A human being.\"\n\n\n \"But without a brain.\"", "\"And no human is perfect, so no man gets a perfect wife. Am I right, so\n far?\"\n\n\n \"Sounds like it.\"", "\"Anything in particular?\"\n\n\n Joe took a breath, looked away, and back at Burke. \"Well, a wife.\"", "Sam's eyes opened at sight of her; his wife's narrowed. Joe took pride\n in their reaction, but it was a strange, impersonal pride.", "\"You're thinking about me, about trading me in. Joe, haven't\n I—darling, is there—?\" She broke off, looking even more miserable\n than Sam had.", "\"You've done as well as you could,\" Joe agreed in an argumentative way.\n \"You've given some reason and order to the marital competition among", "In the car, Joe was thoughtful. Halfway home, he said, \"Darling, I\n think you know too much—for a female, that is. I think you'll have to", "Then, at mention of someone or other, Mrs. Harvey said tolerantly,\n \"Well, none of us are perfect, I guess.\"\n\n\n Alice smiled and answered, \"Some of us are satisfied with mediocrities\n in marriage.\"", "\"She can't frown,\" Joe explained. \"The muscles are there, but they need\n massage to bring them to life.\" He paused. \"I wanted a smiling wife.\"", "\"You heard right. She's practically flawless, Sam. She's just what a\n man needs at home.\" His voice, for some reason, didn't indicate the\n enthusiasm he should have felt.", "Joe said patiently, \"I wasn't ribbing him. I took her out of the mold\n last night. I ate breakfast with her this morning. She's—beautiful,\n Chief. She's ideal.\"", "\"I don't want a reasonable man,\" she said quietly. \"I want you, Joe.\n I—I loved you.\"", "\"Vera. My wife. She's not right.\"\n\n\n Sam frowned. \"Are you serious, Joe? You mean she's—?\" He tapped his\n temple.", "\"Something special?\" Pete asked. \"Not just a local skin graft? What\n then?\"\n\n\n \"A wife. A perfect wife.\"", "\"How about Vera? What was wrong with her?\"\n\n\n \"A sentimentalist, too romantic, kind of—well, maybe not dumb,\n exactly, but—\"" ], [ "Mrs. Harvey frowned doubtfully. \"I don't quite understand, dear. In\n any marriage, there has to be adjustment. Dan and I, for example, have\n adjusted very well.\"", "\"Of all the—\" Dan Harvey said.\n\n\n Joe rose and said, \"Must get to bed, got to get to bed.\"\n\n\n \"Here?\" Alice asked.", "Dan Harvey said sympathetically, \"It happens to the best of us.\n Thinking of getting a new one, Joe?\"\n\n\n \"I've got one right here. Thought I'd drop over, sort of break the ice.\"", "Sam's eyes opened at sight of her; his wife's narrowed. Joe took pride\n in their reaction, but it was a strange, impersonal pride.", "The grass was dry and gray; he'd forgotten to set the sprinkler\n clock, Vera's old job. Across the street, Dan Harvey sat with his", "Then, at mention of someone or other, Mrs. Harvey said tolerantly,\n \"Well, none of us are perfect, I guess.\"\n\n\n Alice smiled and answered, \"Some of us are satisfied with mediocrities\n in marriage.\"", "\"Thought we'd drop over to the Harveys' for a drink,\" Joe said. \"Sort\n of show you off, you know.\"\n\n\n \"Ego gratification, Joe?\"", "Joe coughed up half a glass of bourbon, Dan turned a sort of red-green\n and Mrs. Harvey stared with her mouth open. Alice smiled.\n\n\n Finally, Mrs. Harvey said, \"Well, I never—\"", "people. Across the street, the perfectly adjusted Harveys smiled at\n each other and sipped their drinks. Hell, that wasn't adjustment, that\n was surrender.", "\"Anything in particular?\"\n\n\n Joe took a breath, looked away, and back at Burke. \"Well, a wife.\"", "Joe's glance went from his hurrying friend to the parking lot, and his\n coupe was there with Vera behind the wheel. It was only a three block", "Joe watched her. Something was troubling him, something he couldn't\n analyze, but he felt certain that if he could, it would prove to be\n absurd.", "\"You're thinking about me, about trading me in. Joe, haven't\n I—darling, is there—?\" She broke off, looking even more miserable\n than Sam had.", "While she dressed, he phoned the Harveys. He explained about Vera\n first, because Vera was what the Harveys considered a good neighbor.", "\"Beyond my adolescence? I hope so, though very few people are.\" Joe\n looked at Sam squarely. \"Every man wants a perfect wife, doesn't he?\"\n\n\n Sam shrugged. \"I suppose.\"", "\"That's what I mean.\"\nJoe was silent. The coupe went past a row of solar homes and turned on\n Fulsom. Three houses from the corner, he turned into their driveway.", "Pete's grin sagged baffledly. \"I don't get it, Joe. Perfect how?\"\n\n\n \"In all ways.\" Joe's face was grave. \"Someone ideal to live with.\"", "People, people, people ... and particularly women. He rose, after a\n while, and went into the dinette. He sat down and stared moodily at his\n food.", "And when she walked into the living room at home, when she acknowledged\n the introduction to the Chief, Joe knew the old boy was sold. The Chief\n could only stare.", "Joe said nothing to that. Sam looked miserable. They sat there,\n listening to the swishing, burring clicks of the airlocks, two" ], [ "\"Joe, I'm not going to argue with you. Only one thing I ask. When\n you—break the news to Vera, break it gently. And get her back to the", "\"Vera. My wife. She's not right.\"\n\n\n Sam frowned. \"Are you serious, Joe? You mean she's—?\" He tapped his\n temple.", "\"You're awfully quiet,\" Vera said.\n\n\n \"I'm thinking.\"\n\n\n \"About what?\" Her voice was suddenly strained. \"Sam didn't try to sell\n you—\"", "Joe's glance went from his hurrying friend to the parking lot, and his\n coupe was there with Vera behind the wheel. It was only a three block", "But he did say, \"I certainly thought a lot of Vera. You wouldn't have\n to warm her in any incubating mold.\"\n\n\n \"Wait'll you see this one,\" Joe said.", "\"No,\" he said, \"it isn't your fault. Any reasonable man would be\n delighted with you, Vera. You won't be at the Center long.\"", "She started to go past him, her grip in her hand. He put a hand on her\n shoulder. \"Vera, you—\"", "Sam's eyes opened at sight of her; his wife's narrowed. Joe took pride\n in their reaction, but it was a strange, impersonal pride.", "While she dressed, he phoned the Harveys. He explained about Vera\n first, because Vera was what the Harveys considered a good neighbor.", "\"You're thinking about me, about trading me in. Joe, haven't\n I—darling, is there—?\" She broke off, looking even more miserable\n than Sam had.", "She stared at him, a film of moisture in her eyes. She didn't cry or\n ask questions or protest. Joe wished she would. This was worse.", "\"I don't want a reasonable man,\" she said quietly. \"I want you, Joe.\n I—I loved you.\"", "\"How about Vera? What was wrong with her?\"\n\n\n \"A sentimentalist, too romantic, kind of—well, maybe not dumb,\n exactly, but—\"", "food on his plate, none on Vera's.\nHe went to the living room and then, with a mutter of impatience, to\n the door of the back bedroom. She had her grips open on the low bed.", "The pumps had stopped, the agitator, the instiller. He felt the mold;\n it was cool to the touch. He lifted the lid, his mind on Vera for some", "She began to remind him of Vera, which didn't make sense.", "For one horror-stricken second, the Chief glared at her, and then his\n questioning eyes went to Joe.", "Joe watched her. Something was troubling him, something he couldn't\n analyze, but he felt certain that if he could, it would prove to be\n absurd.", "Their mood affinity was geared as closely as the\n comptin-reduco-determina. What more could a man want? And, damn it, why\n should Vera's perfume linger in that back bedroom?", "The stirring in him he didn't want to analyze and he thought of\n the days he'd courted Vera, going to dances at the Center, playing" ], [ "perfect wife.\" He tapped his own chest. \"For me, just for me, the way I\n want her. No human frailties. Ideal.\"", "And there was Alice, sitting erect, a smile of perfect joy on her face.\n \"How touching,\" she said, and grinned.", "Then, at mention of someone or other, Mrs. Harvey said tolerantly,\n \"Well, none of us are perfect, I guess.\"\n\n\n Alice smiled and answered, \"Some of us are satisfied with mediocrities\n in marriage.\"", "Pete's grin sagged baffledly. \"I don't get it, Joe. Perfect how?\"\n\n\n \"In all ways.\" Joe's face was grave. \"Someone ideal to live with.\"", "\"You heard right. She's practically flawless, Sam. She's just what a\n man needs at home.\" His voice, for some reason, didn't indicate the\n enthusiasm he should have felt.", "\"You haven't adjusted,\" Alice said smilingly. \"You've surrendered.\"", "Alice was sad when he was sad, gay when he was gay, and romantic to the\n same split-degree in the same split-second. She even told him his old\n jokes with the same inflection he always used.", "\"Because you're talking nonsense. A person without faults is not a\n person. And if—it or he—she were, I don't think I'd care to know him\n or her or it.\"", "\"It's not your fault,\" he said, after a moment. \"I'm not going to get\n another. You're as ideal, almost, as a human wife can ever be.\"", "\"Beyond my adolescence? I hope so, though very few people are.\" Joe\n looked at Sam squarely. \"Every man wants a perfect wife, doesn't he?\"\n\n\n Sam shrugged. \"I suppose.\"", "She could frown now and she had enough deception to get by in almost\n any company. These flaws were necessary, but they were still flaws and\n brought her closer to being—human.", "\"How about Vera? What was wrong with her?\"\n\n\n \"A sentimentalist, too romantic, kind of—well, maybe not dumb,\n exactly, but—\"", "It wasn't until Alice was through talking animatedly that the entranced\n Joe began to suspect that perhaps the Tullgrens weren't as interested\n in the dingus as a scientific mind would assume.", "\"But not perfect. Who is, Joe?\"\n\n\n \"My new wife is going to be.\"\n\n\n Pete shrugged and began putting together the ingredients for the kind\n of skin Joe had specified.", "\"A perfect robot,\" Sam objected.\n\n\n \"A wife,\" Joe corrected. \"A person. A human being.\"\n\n\n \"But without a brain.\"", "\"Hello, Alice. Everything all right?\"\n\n\n \"Fine.\"", "In the car, Joe was thoughtful. Halfway home, he said, \"Darling, I\n think you know too much—for a female, that is. I think you'll have to", "The smile faded after about ten minutes. For Alice was telling her\nall\nabout the comptin-reduco-determina. For an hour and nineteen", "Slightly raised eyebrows.\n\n\n \"More?\"\n\n\n \"Completely human, except she will have no human faults.\"", "Which brought about incident number three.\n\n\n Alice turned to Mrs. Tullgren sweetly and asked, \"Don't you really\n understand the comptin-reduco-determina?\"" ], [ "\"But not perfect. Who is, Joe?\"\n\n\n \"My new wife is going to be.\"\n\n\n Pete shrugged and began putting together the ingredients for the kind\n of skin Joe had specified.", "Pete's grin sagged baffledly. \"I don't get it, Joe. Perfect how?\"\n\n\n \"In all ways.\" Joe's face was grave. \"Someone ideal to live with.\"", "This afternoon, Burke's long nose was twitching and his thin face was\n gravely bleak. He had a clipped, efficient way of speaking.\n\n\n \"Tired, Joe?\"", "Joe snapped off the machine impatiently. Very unscientific game,\n baseball. No rhyme or reason to it. He went out onto the porch.", "Sam's eyes opened at sight of her; his wife's narrowed. Joe took pride\n in their reaction, but it was a strange, impersonal pride.", "Sam seemed to flinch. \"I didn't think that axe would fit alongside the\n knife. I underestimated you.\"\n\n\n \"No offense,\" Joe said. \"It's just that you have to deal with human\n beings.\"", "The Chief inhaled heavily. \"There are times when a smile is out of\n order, don't you think, Joe?\"\n\n\n \"It seems that way.\"", "At breakfast, he said, \"That was tactless last night. Very, very\n tactless.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Joe. Tact requires deception. Tact is essentially deception.\"", "\"Anything in particular?\"\n\n\n Joe took a breath, looked away, and back at Burke. \"Well, a wife.\"", "They're all the same, Joe thought, Sam and Pete and the rest. They\n seemed to think his idea childish. He built the instillers and", "Cool smile. \"Wouldn't be human, then, of course.\"\n\n\n \"\nHuman, but without human faults, I said!\n\"\n\n\n \"You raised your voice, Joe.\"", "When Joe had finished, the Chief's smile was tolerant. \"Ribbing him,\n were you? Old Burke hasn't much sense of humor, Joe.\"", "The Chief looked at him for seconds, his head tilted.\n\n\n Joe said, \"Heat, that's what does it. If you'd like to come for dinner\n with us tonight, Chief, and see for yourself—\"", "\"Beyond my adolescence? I hope so, though very few people are.\" Joe\n looked at Sam squarely. \"Every man wants a perfect wife, doesn't he?\"\n\n\n Sam shrugged. \"I suppose.\"", "\"I don't want a reasonable man,\" she said quietly. \"I want you, Joe.\n I—I loved you.\"", "\"I thought you might be deaf, as well as dumb,\" Joe said.", "\"You're thinking about me, about trading me in. Joe, haven't\n I—darling, is there—?\" She broke off, looking even more miserable\n than Sam had.", "\"Joe, I'm not going to argue with you. Only one thing I ask. When\n you—break the news to Vera, break it gently. And get her back to the", "Wednesday afternoon, Burke called him in. Burke was the Senior\n assistant, a job Joe had expected and been miffed about. Burke was a\n jerk, in Joe's book.", "In the car, Joe was thoughtful. Halfway home, he said, \"Darling, I\n think you know too much—for a female, that is. I think you'll have to" ], [ "top-ranking non-sentimentalists, was touched by the tale. When they\n came to the end, where Murph had lain in his master's arms, whimpering,", "The story of Murph from birth to death was a fairly long one, but never\n dull. The Chief had a way with words. Even Joe, one of the world's", "\"You need just a touch of deception, just a wee shade of it.\"\n\n\n \"Of course, Joe.\"\n\n\n So she had tact.", "She could frown now and she had enough deception to get by in almost\n any company. These flaws were necessary, but they were still flaws and\n brought her closer to being—human.", "Joe coughed up half a glass of bourbon, Dan turned a sort of red-green\n and Mrs. Harvey stared with her mouth open. Alice smiled.\n\n\n Finally, Mrs. Harvey said, \"Well, I never—\"", "The pumps had stopped, the agitator, the instiller. He felt the mold;\n it was cool to the touch. He lifted the lid, his mind on Vera for some", "\"Of all the—\" Dan Harvey said.\n\n\n Joe rose and said, \"Must get to bed, got to get to bed.\"\n\n\n \"Here?\" Alice asked.", "So, finally, he said it. \"She's not right.\"\n\n\n Sam, who was riding with him, looked over wonderingly. \"Who isn't?\"", "\"You're awfully quiet,\" Vera said.\n\n\n \"I'm thinking.\"\n\n\n \"About what?\" Her voice was suddenly strained. \"Sam didn't try to sell\n you—\"", "Something flashed toward his face. It was her slim, white hand, but it\n didn't feel slim and white. She said, \"I can see now why you weren't", "The Chief inhaled heavily. \"There are times when a smile is out of\n order, don't you think, Joe?\"\n\n\n \"It seems that way.\"", "It wasn't until Alice was through talking animatedly that the entranced\n Joe began to suspect that perhaps the Tullgrens weren't as interested\n in the dingus as a scientific mind would assume.", "\"Beyond my adolescence? I hope so, though very few people are.\" Joe\n looked at Sam squarely. \"Every man wants a perfect wife, doesn't he?\"\n\n\n Sam shrugged. \"I suppose.\"", "\"And no human is perfect, so no man gets a perfect wife. Am I right, so\n far?\"\n\n\n \"Sounds like it.\"", "He went upstairs and fried some eggs. Twice a day, for a week, he had\n fried eggs. Their flavor was overrated.\n\n\n Then he went into the living room and snapped on the ball game.", "\"You've done as well as you could,\" Joe agreed in an argumentative way.\n \"You've given some reason and order to the marital competition among", "\"How about Vera? What was wrong with her?\"\n\n\n \"A sentimentalist, too romantic, kind of—well, maybe not dumb,\n exactly, but—\"", "The Chief looked at him for seconds, his head tilted.\n\n\n Joe said, \"Heat, that's what does it. If you'd like to come for dinner\n with us tonight, Chief, and see for yourself—\"", "\"Naturally. You're a sentimentalist. You've seen so much misery, so\n much human error, so much stupidity that you've built up your natural", "At seven, she should be ready.\n\n\n At seven, he went down to the basement. His heart should have been\n hammering and his mind expectant, but he was just another guy going\n down to the basement." ], [ "\"Joe, I'm not going to argue with you. Only one thing I ask. When\n you—break the news to Vera, break it gently. And get her back to the", "The Chief looked at him for seconds, his head tilted.\n\n\n Joe said, \"Heat, that's what does it. If you'd like to come for dinner\n with us tonight, Chief, and see for yourself—\"", "\"Beyond my adolescence? I hope so, though very few people are.\" Joe\n looked at Sam squarely. \"Every man wants a perfect wife, doesn't he?\"\n\n\n Sam shrugged. \"I suppose.\"", "And when she walked into the living room at home, when she acknowledged\n the introduction to the Chief, Joe knew the old boy was sold. The Chief\n could only stare.", "Sam's eyes opened at sight of her; his wife's narrowed. Joe took pride\n in their reaction, but it was a strange, impersonal pride.", "\"You're thinking about me, about trading me in. Joe, haven't\n I—darling, is there—?\" She broke off, looking even more miserable\n than Sam had.", "She stared at him, a film of moisture in her eyes. She didn't cry or\n ask questions or protest. Joe wished she would. This was worse.", "It wasn't until Alice was through talking animatedly that the entranced\n Joe began to suspect that perhaps the Tullgrens weren't as interested\n in the dingus as a scientific mind would assume.", "In the car, Joe was thoughtful. Halfway home, he said, \"Darling, I\n think you know too much—for a female, that is. I think you'll have to", "This afternoon, Burke's long nose was twitching and his thin face was\n gravely bleak. He had a clipped, efficient way of speaking.\n\n\n \"Tired, Joe?\"", "When Joe had finished, the Chief's smile was tolerant. \"Ribbing him,\n were you? Old Burke hasn't much sense of humor, Joe.\"", "\"Anything in particular?\"\n\n\n Joe took a breath, looked away, and back at Burke. \"Well, a wife.\"", "\"But not perfect. Who is, Joe?\"\n\n\n \"My new wife is going to be.\"\n\n\n Pete shrugged and began putting together the ingredients for the kind\n of skin Joe had specified.", "Pete's grin sagged baffledly. \"I don't get it, Joe. Perfect how?\"\n\n\n \"In all ways.\" Joe's face was grave. \"Someone ideal to live with.\"", "Joe said nothing to that. Sam looked miserable. They sat there,\n listening to the swishing, burring clicks of the airlocks, two", "The story of Murph from birth to death was a fairly long one, but never\n dull. The Chief had a way with words. Even Joe, one of the world's", "The Chief inhaled heavily. \"There are times when a smile is out of\n order, don't you think, Joe?\"\n\n\n \"It seems that way.\"", "But he did say, \"I certainly thought a lot of Vera. You wouldn't have\n to warm her in any incubating mold.\"\n\n\n \"Wait'll you see this one,\" Joe said.", "Joe snapped off the machine impatiently. Very unscientific game,\n baseball. No rhyme or reason to it. He went out onto the porch.", "\"That's what I mean.\"\nJoe was silent. The coupe went past a row of solar homes and turned on\n Fulsom. Three houses from the corner, he turned into their driveway." ] ]

[ "How did a mismatch in the male/female ratio develop on Earth?", "What is the system for matching up compatible couple as women arrive in the colonies?", "What actions did Escher take to satisfy MacDonald's demands regarding re-adjusting the ratio of the sexes on Earth back closer to 1:1?", "What point is the author driving home in the first section of the story that is important in interpreting the rest of the story?", "Which of the women leave Earth to go to the colonies because they want to?", "Which gender holds true power on earth, and which in the Colonies?", "What was the crime of the third woman whose case history was described in the story, and who had to accept emigration to the colonies as the lesser of two bad choices?", "Why are Karl and Joe so eager to get to Landing City?", "Why was Phyllis Hanson restless?" ]

[ [ "Many more men than women left Earth to colonize other planets.", "Although societies in the past placed outsized value on having sons, and aborted or killed girl children, ever since the nuclear war, people thought society would be more peaceful if there were more women.", "Due to the presence of estrogen-imitating chemicals like BPA in the environment, more women than men were being born.", "To reduce the population of Earth, and the reproductive potential of men, any men accused even of a petty crime was deported to the colonies. Since most criminals were men, an imbalance in sexes developed." ], [ "Each woman and man desiring to be married fills out a long application with details about likes and dislikes, personal characteristics and goals. Computer software matches up compatible couples.", "There is no matching system. The women arriving in the colonies are free to establish their own livelihoods and marry men that they find attractive.", "Men put in orders for mail-order brides. The transport company seeks women to fulfill the men's orders as closely as possible.", "Women and men are given the two halves of lottery tickets bearing the same number, and that is how wives are assigned." ], [ "He had the secret police kidnap women and place them on space ships to the colonies.", "Secretly, he had the penalties for formerly relatively minor but common offenses now had very long prison times and high fines...or an option to emigrate.", "He told MacDonald he couldn't make it happen ethically, and he resigned.", "He started an advertisement campaign that highlighted the lack of virility of Earth's remaining men." ], [ "People are the same everywhere, no matter which plaent they are on.", "The landscape of the colonies is verdant and offers opportunities in farming.", "The animal known as the yllumph is nearly useless as a beast of burden.", "The men in the colonies work hard, but have unrealistic expectations of the women that they hope they are going to marry." ], [ "Suzanne Carstens and Phyllis Hanson are both eager to go - Phyllis to find a husband, and Suzanne says she loves to travel.", "All three of the women: Phyllis Hanson, Ruby Johnson and Suzanne Carstens wanted to leave Earth - there was no coercion.", "None of the women leave voluntarily. All of them were coerced into leaving by the machinations of the justice system. ", "Only Phyllis Hanson leaves voluntarily." ], [ "Men appear to hold ultimate power on both planets. Marriage is essentially servitude in the colonies, and men are able to force women off Earth into space to serve the colonists.", "Men hold the real power on Earth, because women have to compete to ingratiate themselves with the few men. On the colonies, it is the reverse: men have to kowtow to women's desires to have any hope of attracting a wife.", "Women hold all meaningful power on Earth, because they are in the majority, and men hold the most power in the colonies, where they outnumber women.", "The sexes hold equal amounts of power on Earth and in the colonies, even though their numbers are out of balance, because the Earth/Colonial government is, in the end, one coherent whole." ], [ "She shoplifted a dress and got caught - again.", "She got scammed by the emigration board thugs - she though she had confirmed a date with the girls to play bridge, and got nabbed by Escher's people instead.", "She was a call girl, and thought she was making a client call, but instead was entrapped by Escher's people.", "She had failed to pay her apartment rent and was called to the manager's office to explain, and he pressed charges." ], [ "They intend to participate in the wife distribution lottery that will take place when the next spaceship lands.", "They are required to pay taxes to Earth every six months, and they have waited till the last minute and are in danger of missing their appointments with the Earth tax agents.", "They are in desperate need of new yllumphs, and the most noted breeder of cooperative yllumphs is right outside the city.", "They have been out in the countryside beyond that Karazoo River for a long time, and have accumulated furs from their trap line to trade while the price is still good." ], [ "She had just broken up with her boyfriend, which was probably her last chance to get married.", "She was troubled because she wanted a promotion at work and couldn't figure out what more to to do attract attention to her work.", "Her apartment was just too small.", "She could hear her biological clock ticking." ] ]

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[ [ "\"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,", "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?\"", "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", "solution. All we have to do is get the women to 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", "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", "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", "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.", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nProblem: How can you arrange marriages with\n \nmen in one solar system, women in another—and\n \nneither willing to leave his own world?\nI", "\"Joe,\" Karl said suddenly, \"what's supposed to make women from Earth\n better than women from any other world?\"", "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.\"", "get away from it all. The male of the species is far more adventuresome\n than the female; the men left—but the women didn't. At least, not in\n nearly the same large numbers.", "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", "THE GIRLS FROM EARTH\nBy FRANK M. ROBINSON\n\n\n Illustrated by EMSH\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "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", "Karl looked wise and nodded knowingly. \"They're Earthwomen, Joe.\nEarth!\n\"", "and frowned. You had to be physically fit for the rigors of space\n travel, naturally, but some of the qualifications were obviously silly.\n You couldn't guarantee physical perfection in the second generation,", "\"One's probably just as good as another. They'll all have to work the\n farms and raise families.\"", "\"You didn't have to sign up,\" Karl pointed out. \"You could have applied\n for a wife from some different planet.\"", "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." ], [ "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", "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,", "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.\"", "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", "solution. All we have to do is get the women to colonize.\"", "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", "\"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,", "A loudspeaker blared.\n\n\n \"All colonists waiting for the wife draft assemble for your numbers!\n All colonists....\"", "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", "He rummaged around in his drawer and found a list of the qualifications\n set up by the Board for potential colonists. He read the list slowly", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nProblem: How can you arrange marriages with\n \nmen in one solar system, women in another—and\n \nneither willing to leave his own world?\nI", "\"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.", "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 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?\"", "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", "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", "\"You didn't have to sign up,\" Karl pointed out. \"You could have applied\n for a wife from some different planet.\"", "\"You know the one—colonization problem. You know that when we first\n started to colonize, quite a large percentage of the male population", "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.\"", "\"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?\"" ], [ "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?\"", "When MacDonald had gone, Escher settled back in his chair and idly\n tapped his fingers on the desk-top. It was lucky that the Colonization", "\"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,", "MacDonald made himself comfortable and sat there for a few minutes,\n just looking grim and not saying anything. Escher knew the psychology\n by heart. A short preliminary silence is always more effective in\n browbeating subordinates than an initial furious bluster.", "Escher gave in first. \"Okay, Mac, what's the trouble? What do we have\n tossed in our laps now?\"", "The twinkling fire came nearer.\nII\n\n\n \"A Mr. Macdonald to see you, Mr. Escher.\"\n\n\n Claude Escher flipped the intercom switch.", "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", "solution. All we have to do is get the women to colonize.\"", "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?\"", "cent pure. But when things got too difficult for it to handle on that\n level, they went to Escher and MacDonald's department. The coal mine", "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.\"", "He threw a paper on Escher's desk. \"You'll find most of the statistics\n about it in that, Claude. Notice the increase in crimes peculiar to", "The door opened and shut with a slightly harder bang than usual and\n Escher mentally braced himself. He had a good hunch what the problem\n was going to be and why it was being thrown in their laps.", "\"Please send him right in.\"\n\n\n That was entirely superfluous, he thought, because MacDonald would come\n in whether Escher wanted him to or not.", "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", "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", "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.", "\"Perpetual motion machines are,\" Escher said quietly. \"And pulling\n yourself up by your boot-straps. But I get the point. Nevertheless,", "THE GIRLS FROM EARTH\nBy FRANK M. ROBINSON\n\n\n Illustrated by EMSH\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nProblem: How can you arrange marriages with\n \nmen in one solar system, women in another—and\n \nneither willing to leave his own world?\nI" ], [ "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.", "MacDonald made himself comfortable and sat there for a few minutes,\n just looking grim and not saying anything. Escher knew the psychology\n by heart. A short preliminary silence is always more effective in\n browbeating subordinates than an initial furious bluster.", "\"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", "\"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.", "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", "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", "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\"", "\"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.\"", "There was a jostling for places and then they were in the rapidly\n moving line. Grundy, fat and important-looking, was handing out little", "tonics. Or the cleaned up moral code that reeks—if you'll pardon the\n expression—of purity. Sure, I know what you mean. And you know the", "The dress lay on the counter, a small corner of it trailing off the\n edge. It was a beautiful thing, sheer sheen satin trimmed in gold nylon", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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", "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", "\"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.", "\"Perpetual motion machines are,\" Escher said quietly. \"And pulling\n yourself up by your boot-straps. But I get the point. Nevertheless,", "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", "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.", "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" ], [ "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", "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.\"", "took to the stars, as the saying goes. The adventuresome, the gamblers,\n the frontier type all decided they wanted to head for other worlds, to", "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,", "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", "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", "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?\"", "Which still left him with the main problem of how to get people to\n colonize who didn't\nwant\nto colonize.", "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?\"", "\"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,", "\"Joe,\" Karl said suddenly, \"what's supposed to make women from Earth\n better than women from any other world?\"", "\"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.", "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.", "A loudspeaker blared.\n\n\n \"All colonists waiting for the wife draft assemble for your numbers!\n All colonists....\"", "\"I wouldn't call that a choice,\" she said sourly. \"I'll ship out.\"\nV", "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.\"", "Karl looked wise and nodded knowingly. \"They're Earthwomen, Joe.\nEarth!\n\"", "get away from it all. The male of the species is far more adventuresome\n than the female; the men left—but the women didn't. At least, not in\n nearly the same large numbers.", "\"You didn't have to sign up,\" Karl pointed out. \"You could have applied\n for a wife from some different planet.\"" ], [ "solution. All we have to do is get the women to colonize.\"", "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", "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.\"", "\"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, 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,", "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", "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?\"", "Karl looked wise and nodded knowingly. \"They're Earthwomen, Joe.\nEarth!\n\"", "\"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....\"", "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", "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.", "\"Joe,\" Karl said suddenly, \"what's supposed to make women from Earth\n better than women from any other world?\"", "\"One's probably just as good as another. They'll all have to work the\n farms and raise families.\"", "authorities immediately!\nBright lettering at the top of the poster shrieked: \"Come to the\n Colonies, the Planets of Romance!\"", "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", "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.\"", "THE GIRLS FROM EARTH\nBy FRANK M. ROBINSON\n\n\n Illustrated by EMSH\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from" ], [ "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.\"", "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,", "\"... anxiety neurosis ... obvious feeling of not being wanted ...\n probably steals to attract attention ... recommend emigration.\"", "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.", "\"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.", "\"... 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....\"", "women. Shoplifting, badger games, poisonings, that kind of thing. It's\n quite a list. You'll also notice the huge increase in petty crimes, a", "\"In view of some complicating factors, we're going to give you a\n choice,\" the judge finally said. \"You can either go to the penitentiary", "neither the fine nor in paying her room and board for ten years. She\n could recognize a squeeze play when she saw it, but there was nothing\n she could do about it.", "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.\"", "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", "probing into her background for the psychological reasons that prompted\n her to steal, and then she'd be out again.", "\"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?\"", "solution. All we have to do is get the women to colonize.\"", "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", "She wasn't, she admitted to herself for the thousandth time, what you\n would call beautiful. She inspected herself carefully in her compact", "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.", "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", "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?\"" ], [ "\"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.\"", "They left the leafy expanse of the forest and entered the grasslands\n that sloped toward Landing City. He could even see Landing City itself", "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", "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.", "them down the river, some to run the mill itself and maybe one to sell\n the lumber in Landing City. Can't do it all myself.\"", "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\"", "\"Joe,\" Karl said suddenly, \"what's supposed to make women from Earth\n better than women from any other world?\"", "Karl drew the number 53 and hurried to the grassy lot beside the\n landing field that had been decorated with bunting and huge welcome", "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", "beach the raft, they still had a good two hours before the rocket put\n down at Landing City.", "Karl looked wise and nodded knowingly. \"They're Earthwomen, Joe.\nEarth!\n\"", "They threaded their way through the crowded and muddy streets. Landing\n City wasn't big, compared to some of the cities on Altair, where he had", "Karl laughed and aimed a friendly blow at Hill. They finished saddling\n up and headed into the thick forest.", "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", "their tiny yllumphs nibbled grass and watched them critically, but made\n no effort to come closer.\n\"If we're late for ship's landing, Joe, we'll get crossed off the list.\"", "They took a deep breath and hauled mightily on the raft rope. The raft\n bobbed nearer. For a moment the swift waters of the Karazoo threatened", "conveniences as this one, to go homesteading on some wild, unexplored\n planet where they have to work their fingers to the bone and play", "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.\"" ], [ "Phyllis Hanson put the cover over her typewriter and locked the\n correspondence drawer. Another day was done, another evening about to\n begin.", "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.\"", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "But bridge games and benefits and lectures didn't take the place of a\n husband and family. She was kidding herself again.", "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", "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 fixed dinner, took a moderately long time doing the dishes, and\n went through the standard routine of getting a book and curling up on", "MacDonald ran his fingers nervously through his hair.", "\"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 wasn't, she admitted to herself for the thousandth time, what you\n would call beautiful. She inspected herself carefully in her compact", "She looked casually around and noted that nobody was watching her.\n There was another woman a few counters down and a man, obviously", "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.", "\"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." ] ]

[ "Why did the Soscites II transmit \"baby talk\" to Kaiser?", "Why did Kaiser have to fix the scout ship in one month?", "What was wrong with Kaiser in the beginning of the story?", "What was wrong with Kaiser at the end of the story?", "What is the climate like on Big Muddy?", "Who is Smoky?", "How are Kaiser's symptoms explained once the nature of his illness becomes known?", "Why does Kaiser keep finding smarter and smarter groups of seal people?", "Who does the Soscites II crew consult with for help figuring out what is wrong with Kaiser?", "How did Kaiser finally fix the smashed fuel line on the scout ship?" ]

[ [ "Because they had been receiving baby talk messages from him, and they were trying to adapt and be helpful.", "Because everyone on the ship had fallen extremely ill, and it was the best they could do.", "Because it was a way of speaking in code to keep enemy ears from understanding the message.", "Because they thought the seal people had killed Kaiser and taken over his scout ship and were learning to communicate in English." ], [ "Because he only had food and oxygen supplies to last for one month.", "Because that's all the time the main mission could spare for scouting this planet.", "Because winter would begin on the planet in one month and his fuel lines would freeze so he couldn't blast off.", "Because the main ship would be back overhead in one month." ], [ "When his scout ship crash landed on the planet, he banged his head and got a severe concussion that affected his speech.", "He had a cut on his leg that got severely infected and caused him to become delerious for a few days.", "He had been invaded by an alien creature that his body was reacting to and that was trying to adapt to him.", "He was already sick when he left the ship, and one of the symptoms of the virus that everyone caught was the delirium that resulted in the baby talk." ], [ "He couldn't get the fuel line fixed at the end of the story, so he had no choice but to \"go native.\"", "He was rebellious by nature, and the captain nagging him to check in made him angry.", "He had fallen in love with a seal woman and wanted to stay on the planet with her.", "He had been invaded by an alien creature that gradually turned him into a seal person." ], [ "Until the ship has been in orbit for a whole year, the climate cannot really be understood.", "Like Earth's, Big Muddy's axis of rotation is off-vertical, and its orbit is an ellipse, so it has cold and warm seasons, like Earth.", "It has monsoon-type weather: alternating wet and dry seasons.", "It is in a tropical latitude of the planet: hot and humid all year round." ], [ "Smoky is the name of the captain of the Soscites II.", "Smoky is the name the ship's crew uses for Kaiser.", "Smoky is a radio communication code meaning \"end of message.\"", "Smoky is the radio communications officer on the Soscites II." ], [ "Kaiser is told that he was unconscious the whole time he was \"sick,\" and he just dreamed that he was suffering from those symptoms.", "Kaiser is told that infections routinely result in redness of the affected areas and loss of appetite while the body is fighting the infection.", "Kaiser is told that the creature now inhabiting him is trying to give him what he needs - for example, his red coloration is interpreted as an effort at protective coloration.", "Kaiser is told that the symptoms are typical of the kind of extraterrestrial virus that infected him." ], [ "The more evolved seal people were able to avoid detection from the alien invader (i.e. Kaiser) for a longer period of time.", "Kaiser interprets the later groups as being smarter because he has had more time to observe and understand their ways.", "They are not smarter. The alien symbiote is making him more like the seal people.", "The seal people play dumb at first, but later they trust Kaiser more and are willing to show him more of their culture." ], [ "Sam, who appears to be the ship's pathologist.", "The ship established communication with a medical expert among the seal people, and they called him Sam since they could not pronounce his name.", "Sam, who appears to be a robot programmed to perform medical diagnostic tests.", "J. G. Zarwell, ship's doctor, whose nickname is Sam." ], [ "He disassembled the scout ship's air conditioner and used the tubing inside it to fix the fuel line.", "He didn't. He pried it off the ship and then procrastinated about actually fixing it.", "At the campe of the most advanced seal people, he traded tobacco for metal tubing to fix the fuel line.", "He didn't. He got the fuel line and pump off the scout ship, finally, and then smashed the pump to smithereens." ] ]

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[ [ "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 baby talk was worse on Kaiser's next:", "That evening, Kaiser received information from the\nSoscites II\nthat\n was at least definite:", "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.", "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", "QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE AND RETURN HERE IMMEDIATELY.\nSS II\nKaiser wondered about the abrupt recall. Could the\nSoscites II", "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 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.", "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", "tried saying \"tent\" and \"wire\" and \"tarp\" as he handled each object,\n but their piping voices could not repeat the words. Kaiser amused", "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", "himself by trying to imitate their sounds for the articles. He was\n fairly successful. He was certain that he could soon learn enough to\n carry on a limited conversation.", "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:", "A small shiver passed through his body as he glanced once again at the\n tape in his hand. Baby talk....", "readings.\nDuring the next twenty-four hours, Kaiser and the mother ship exchanged\n messages at regular six-hour intervals. In between, he worked at", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "Kaiser's reply was short and succinct:\n\n\n WHAT THE HELL?", "minute. How long had the stuff been coming through in this inane baby\n talk? And why hadn't he noticed it before? Why had he had to read this\n last communication a third time before he recognized anything unusual", "REASON WHY YOU COULDN'T READ IT. AND WHY THE BABY TALK? IF YOU'RE", "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 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.", "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 the scout ship cracked up. He'd have to repair the scout or he\n was stuck here for good. He remembered now that he had gone over the\n job very carefully and thoroughly, and had found it too big to handle", "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", "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", "Sam, Kaiser knew, was the ship's mechanical diagnostician. His report\n followed:", "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 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.", "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", "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'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", "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.", "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'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.", "Kaiser picked up a large rock and slowly, methodically pounded the\n communicator into a flattened jumble of metal and loose parts.", "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:", "readings.\nDuring the next twenty-four hours, Kaiser and the mother ship exchanged\n messages at regular six-hour intervals. In between, he worked at", "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 sank to his ankles in soft mud before his feet reached solid\n ground. He half walked and half slid to the rear of the scout. Beside", "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 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.", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "Calmly, deliberately, Kaiser collected his thoughts, his memories, and\n brought them out where he could look at them:", "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 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 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", "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:", "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.", "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.", "Several of the bolder males climbed up beside Kaiser and began pawing\n his plastic clothing. Kaiser stood still and tried to keep his", "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. 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.", "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", "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.", "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.", "His own reply perplexed Kaiser:", "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 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", "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 pushed the last of his meal—which he had been eating with his\n fingers—into his mouth, crumpled the tape, wiped the grease from his\n hands with it and dropped it to the floor.", "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", "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 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 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 picked up a large rock and slowly, methodically pounded the\n communicator into a flattened jumble of metal and loose parts.", "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.", "Calmly, deliberately, Kaiser collected his thoughts, his memories, and\n brought them out where he could look at them:", "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'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", "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.", "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. The news was so startling, so unforeseen, that\n his mind refused to accept the actuality. He lay on the scout's bunk", "Several of the bolder males climbed up beside Kaiser and began pawing\n his plastic clothing. Kaiser stood still and tried to keep his", "His own reply perplexed Kaiser:", "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 weather outside was normal for Big Muddy: wet, humid, and warm.", "After a few minutes, he stopped pacing and peered out into the gloom of\n Big Muddy. The rain seemed to have eased off some. Not much more than a\n heavy drizzle now.", "planet that Kaiser had named Big Muddy.", "now he enjoyed the exercise of pulling the mudsled. Above the waist,\n he wore only the harness and the large, soft drops of rain against his\n bare skin were pleasant to feel.", "Kaiser observed that it was working well and turned toward a wide,\n sluggish river, perhaps two hundred yards from the scout. Once there,", "Kaiser sank to his ankles in soft mud before his feet reached solid\n ground. He half walked and half slid to the rear of the scout. Beside", "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", "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.", "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.", "to the river weed had left him. Apparently it could be assimilated by\n his digestive system. Lying on his air mattress, he felt thoroughly at\n peace with this world.", "They were all round domes, little more than the height of a man, built\n of blocks that appeared to be mud, packed with river weed and sand. How", "of the high humidity and exaggerating his own displeasure with it, he\n waited. The result surprised and pleased him.", "REPORTS FROM THE OCTOPUS INDICATE THAT BIG MUDDY UNDERGOES RADICAL", "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", "Once, just before dropping off to sleep, he heard the snuffling noise\n of some large animal outside his tent and picked up a pistol, just in", "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.", "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", "Kaiser packed a mudsled with tent, portable generator and guard wires,\n a spare sidearm and ammunition, and food for two days. He had noticed", "\"Damn this climate!\" Kaiser muttered irrelevantly. \"Doesn't it ever do\n anything here except rain?\"", "The temperature within the scout cabin seemed to lower, the moisture\n on his body vanished, and he was more comfortable than he had yet been\n here." ], [ "DOING OUR BEST, SMOKY. YOUR IMMEDIATE PROBLEM, AS WE SEE IT, IS TO", "SET YOURSELF FOR A SHOCK, SMOKY. SAM FINALLY CAME THROUGH. YOU WON'T", "They made small noises while he went about his work. After a time, he\n understood that they were trying to give names to his paraphernalia. He", "SMOKY\nSoscites II's\nnext communication followed within twenty minutes and\n was signed by the ship's doctor:", "JUST A FEW WORDS, SMOKY, IN CASE YOU'RE WORRIED. I THOUGHT I'D GET", "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", "HOW ABOUT THE DAMAGE TO SCOUT? GIVE ME ANYTHING YOU HAVE ON EITHER OR\n BOTH.\nSMOKY", "After a few minutes, he stopped pacing and peered out into the gloom of\n Big Muddy. The rain seemed to have eased off some. Not much more than a\n heavy drizzle now.", "Once, just before dropping off to sleep, he heard the snuffling noise\n of some large animal outside his tent and picked up a pistol, just in", "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", "OO IS SICK, SMOKY. DO TO BEDDY-BY. KEEP UM WARM. WHEN UM FEELS BETTER,\n LET USNS KNOW.\nSS II", "OO IS SICK, SMOKY. DO TO BEDDY-BY. KEEP UM WARM. WHEN UM FEELS BETTER,\n LET USNS KNOW.\nSS II", "WELL, THIS IS WHAT SAM HAS TO SAY, SMOKY. SYMBIOTE AMICABLE AND", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "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.", "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", "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", "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 job appeared maddeningly simply. As the scout had glided in for\n a soft landing, its metal bottom had ridden a concealed rock and bent", "tried saying \"tent\" and \"wire\" and \"tarp\" as he handled each object,\n but their piping voices could not repeat the words. Kaiser amused" ], [ "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.", "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's reply was short and succinct:\n\n\n WHAT THE HELL?", "Calmly, deliberately, Kaiser collected his thoughts, his memories, and\n brought them out where he could look at them:", "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 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 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:", "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", "Perplexed, Kaiser stooped and began replacing the spilled articles in\n the tarp. They felt exceptionally light. He paused again, and suddenly", "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.", "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", "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 wondered if he might not make an immediate, practical use of the\n symbiote's apparent desire to help him. Concentrating on the discomfort", "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", "Sam, Kaiser knew, was the ship's mechanical diagnostician. His report\n followed:", "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.", "His own reply perplexed Kaiser:", "That was not much help. All it told him was that he had been sick." ], [ "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.", "Several of the bolder males climbed up beside Kaiser and began pawing\n his plastic clothing. Kaiser stood still and tried to keep his", "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.", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "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", "entire group seemed to lose interest in Kaiser and joined in the chase,\n or went back to other diversions of their own. Kaiser's inspectors\n followed.", "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", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "The old fellow sounded a cheerful chirp as Kaiser came near. Feeling\n slightly ineffectual, Kaiser raised both hands and held them palm", "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.", "the village he had visited the day before. However, there were other\n seal-people here.", "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.", "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\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:", "QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE AND RETURN HERE IMMEDIATELY.\nSS II\nKaiser wondered about the abrupt recall. Could the\nSoscites II", "That evening, Kaiser received information from the\nSoscites II\nthat\n was at least definite:", "BEFORE WE SEND THEM THROUGH. SLEEP ON THIS.\nSS II\nKaiser could imagine that most of the crew were not too concerned about", "Sam, Kaiser knew, was the ship's mechanical diagnostician. His report\n followed:", "SMOKY\nSoscites II's\nnext communication followed within twenty minutes and\n was signed by the ship's doctor:", "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 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 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 mother ship,\nSoscites II\n, had been on the last leg of its", "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\nSoscites II\nhad to maintain its constant speed; it had no means", "Kaiser's reply was short and succinct:\n\n\n WHAT THE HELL?", "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", "And the\nSoscites II\nwould not complete its orbit of the planet for\n two weeks yet.", "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 ship's next message read:\n\n\n INFECTION QUITE DEFINITE. BUT SOMETHING STRANGE THERE. GIVE US\n ANYTHING MORE YOU HAVE.\nSS II", "readings.\nDuring the next twenty-four hours, Kaiser and the mother ship exchanged\n messages at regular six-hour intervals. In between, he worked at" ], [ "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 picked up a large rock and slowly, methodically pounded the\n communicator into a flattened jumble of metal and loose parts.", "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.", "tremendously. With his plastic coat wrapped around the lever, he tried\n again. The metal of the scout bottom gave slowly—until the fuel pump\n hung free!", "when the scout ship cracked up. He'd have to repair the scout or he\n was stuck here for good. He remembered now that he had gone over the\n job very carefully and thoroughly, and had found it too big to handle", "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", "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:", "and a plastic hat. He opened the door. The scout had come to rest with\n a slight tilt when it crashed, and Kaiser had to sit down and roll\n over onto his stomach to ease himself to the ground.", "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 sank to his ankles in soft mud before his feet reached solid\n ground. He half walked and half slid to the rear of the scout. Beside", "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", "Perplexed, Kaiser stooped and began replacing the spilled articles in\n the tarp. They felt exceptionally light. He paused again, and suddenly", "When he reached the scout, Kaiser began to unload the sled. The\n tarpaulin caught on the edge of a runner and he gave it a tug to free", "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:", "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", "had decided on beforehand. At first, despite the lack of success in\n straightening the bent metal of the scout bottom, there had been a\n subdued exhilaration in reporting each new discovery concerning the", "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.", "inward. The bent metal had carried up with it the tube supplying the\n fuel pump and flattened it against the motor casing.\nOpening the tube again would not have been difficult, but first it had" ] ]

[ "What is POSAT?", "What types of applicants does POSAT accept, and which character provides an example of that type?", "What can we conclude that POSAT did for Bill?", "How does Dr. Crandon describe what use is made of POSAT members like Elizabeth?", "Who does Dr. Crandon place in the same intellectual category as the founder of POSAT?", "What is the critical feature of the lightbulb that Don knocks loose, that hasn't been invented yet, as far as he knows?", "What does suggestions does Don's wife make about possible purposes of POSAT?", "What made Don decide to go to the POSAT appointment he was invited to?", "Why was Don so surprised by the splendor of the waiting room at POSAT?" ]

[ [ "It's a gigantic scam, a fake religion designed to draw in the hopeless and the lonely and to separate thrm from their money.", "It is a secret society like the Illuminati - quite a bit like the Illuminati. Even their symbols look the same.", "It is a secret society that guards the technological inventions of a brilliant inventor from Earthlings against the day when said Earthlings can use the technology responsibly.", "It's a harmless social society that disguises its meaninglessness behind a lot of ritual mumbo jumbo." ], [ "Mild religious fanatics - Elizabeth; desperate, lost people - Bill; people who are curious - Don.", "Mild religious fanatics - Betty; desperate, lost people - Bill; people who are curious - Don.", "People with a lot of money - Dr. Crandon; people who know nuclear physics - Don; People who are simply curious - Elizabeth.", "Mild religious fanatics - Elizabeth; brilliant but lonely youths - Don; people wiho are curious - Dr. Crandon." ], [ "It was more what POSAT did TO Bill - secretly caused him to be fired.", "They arranged for Elizabeth and Bill to meet, bringing two lonely people together.", "Behind the scenes, they arranged employment for him.", "They sent him a disappointingly vague pamphlet in answer to his six page description of his brilliant character and personality." ], [ "They pocket their donations and keep them happy with a continual trickle of bulletins on topics they are interested in.", "They facilitate romance between people like Elizabeth and people like Bill, because they will typically make larger donations out of gratitude.", "They ask people like Elizabeth to go out and find yet more members.", "They hire people like Elizabeth as production workers in their warehouse." ], [ "Leonardo DaVinci", "The man who invented the atomic reactor.", "The man who invented writing symbols correlated with specific sounds.", "Albert Einstein, who developed the theory of relativity." ], [ "Colored LED bulbs, not just clear white.", "Fluorescent light bulbs", "Battery-operated fluorescent tubes.", "Clear, thin radiation shielding" ], [ "She initially suggests that it is a secret social club, but later believes it is more sinister because of the questions to Don about poisons.", "She suggests that it is a cult tyring to convert new members, and also that it is truly a secret society with lots of hoops to jump through", "She suggests several possibile POSAT purposes, including trying to scam money from the rich and running an espionage ring to steal confidential technological information", "She suggests that Don not answer the multiple choice question test." ], [ "He secretly hoped he would meet a pretty secretary that could replace his somewhat timeworn housewife, Betty.", "He knew that his mentor, Dr. Crandon, was a member of the society, so he felt sure he could get the straight scoop on it from Crandon.", "He was creeped out that POSAT knew information about him that he had not provided, and wanted to satisfy himself as to whether they were spies.", "His curiousity very simply would not be put off. He wanted to know what was going on." ], [ "He had not seen a behind like the one on the POSAT secretary for a long time.", "Because the ante-room and the surroundings of the warehouse were a real dump.", "As a scientist, he had a hard time understanding the expenditure of capital unless he could lay out a proof that it made sense, and these opulent surroundings kind of stuck in his craw.", "He was staggered by what it indicated about POTAS's wealth." ] ]

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[ [ "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", "It was the symbol or emblem of POSAT, he realized, that had caught his\n attention. The perpendicularly crossed ellipses centered with a small", "\"Do you suppose that POSAT is really what it claims to be—a secret\n society—and that they actually screen their applicants?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"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", "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", "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", "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", "It was at the back of one of the alleys that he finally found a door\n marked with the now familiar emblem 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", "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.", "Donald Alford, research physicist, came across the POSAT ad tucked at\n the bottom of a column in\nThe Bulletin of Physical Research", "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", "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:", "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.", "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", "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." ], [ "\"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", "\"Do you suppose that POSAT is really what it claims to be—a secret\n society—and that they actually screen their applicants?\"", "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", "worker. Consequently, he was one of the many who passed over the POSAT\n ad with the disregard accorded to any common object.", "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", "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", "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.", "Donald Alford, research physicist, came across the POSAT ad tucked at\n the bottom of a column in\nThe Bulletin of Physical Research", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"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", "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.", "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", "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:", "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 at the back of one of the alleys that he finally found a door\n marked with the now familiar emblem of POSAT.", "It was the symbol or emblem of POSAT, he realized, that had caught his\n attention. The perpendicularly crossed ellipses centered with a small" ], [ "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", "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", "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:", "\"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?\"", "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.", "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", "worker. Consequently, he was one of the many who passed over the POSAT\n ad with the disregard accorded to any common object.", "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", "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", "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?\"", "\"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", "It was the symbol or emblem of POSAT, he realized, that had caught his\n attention. The perpendicularly crossed ellipses centered with a small", "\"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.\"", "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?", "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", "\"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", "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." ], [ "\"Dr. Crandon!\" he heard his own voice reply. \"\nYou're\nthe Grand\n Chairman of POSAT?\"", "\"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?\"", "\"Oh, yes,\" replied Crandon. \"There are the mild religious fanatics. We\n enroll them as members and keep them interested by sending pamphlets in", "\"Do you suppose that POSAT is really what it claims to be—a secret\n society—and that they actually screen their applicants?\"", "\"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", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"I think we have rather abused you, Don,\" Dr. Crandon continued. His\n voice sounded so gentle that Don found it hard to think there was any", "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:", "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 just so happened, however, that she had bought a copy of the\nAntivivisectionist Gazette\nthe day before. She pounced upon the POSAT", "\"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", "Crandon took a sighing breath. \"How I wish that we could do just that!\n But you forget that one of the prime purposes of our organization is", "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", "\"This is our answer,\" said Crandon. \"Oh, rather, it's the tool by which\n we find our answer. For two centuries we have been working on the", "\"Will it really work? Can it actually tell you how to motivate the\n stubborn, quarrelsome, opinionated people one finds on this Earth?\"\n\n\n Crandon smiled. \"You're here, aren't you?\"" ], [ "\"Dr. Crandon!\" he heard his own voice reply. \"\nYou're\nthe Grand\n Chairman of POSAT?\"", ". He was\n engrossed in the latest paper by Dr. Crandon, a man whom he admired\n from the point of view of both a former student and a fellow research", "\"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.\"", "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:", "Crandon shrugged. \"Compared with him, Don, you and I are stupid men.\n So are the scientists who slowly plodded down the same road he had", "\"I think we have rather abused you, Don,\" Dr. Crandon continued. His\n voice sounded so gentle that Don found it hard to think there was any", "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?\"", "worker. Consequently, he was one of the many who passed over the POSAT\n ad with the disregard accorded to any common object.", "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.", "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", "classroom with the deep voice of Professor Crandon unfolding the\n pages of knowledge in clear and logical manner. \"Four hundred years\n ago, in the time of the Italian Renaissance, a man lived who was a", "\"This is our answer,\" said Crandon. \"Oh, rather, it's the tool by which\n we find our answer. For two centuries we have been working on the", "\"Will it really work? Can it actually tell you how to motivate the\n stubborn, quarrelsome, opinionated people one finds on this Earth?\"\n\n\n Crandon smiled. \"You're here, aren't you?\"", "\"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", "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.", "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", "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", "\"Yes, the reactor,\" said Crandon. \"He built one like it. It confirmed\n his theories. His calculations showed him something else too. He saw", "\"Oh, yes,\" replied Crandon. \"There are the mild religious fanatics. We\n enroll them as members and keep them interested by sending pamphlets in" ], [ "Don picked up the slender, glowing cylinder and held it between\n trembling fingers. Although it was delivering as much light as a two", "or three hundred watt bulb, it was cool to the touch. He examined it\n minutely. There was no possibility of concealed batteries.", "scrutiny of the picture, he inadvertently hit his head against the\n light. The tube, dislodged from its brackets, fell to the rug with a\n muffled thud.", "In fact—it was still glowing brightly! His eyes registered the fact,\n even while his mind refused to believe it. He raised his eyes to the\n brackets. They were simple pieces of solid hardware designed to support\n the tube.", "With sudden decision, he thrust the lighting tube into his pocket and\n stepped swiftly to the outer door. He grasped the knob and shook it", "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 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", "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", "Each of the paintings was individually lighted by a fluorescent tube\n held on brackets directly above it. As Don straightened up from his", "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.", "and radioactive salts with which to make the simple, efficient,\n self-contained lighting unit that he was holding in his hand at this\n moment!\nBut this is impossible!", "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.", "\"Then the pictures are modern,\" said Don, aware that his mouth was\n hanging open foolishly. \"I thought one was a Titian—\"", "\"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.", "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", "Now I've done it!\nthought Don with dismay. But at least the tube\n hadn't shattered.", "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", "\"But it can't be done,\" Don objected. \"It's an observed phenomenon. It\n hasn't been derived.\" Every conservative instinct that he possessed", "A soft sound behind him made him whirl about. The secretary had\n entered again through the inner door. She glanced at the vacant light" ], [ "\"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", "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", "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.", "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", "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.", "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 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", "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", "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:", "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.", "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?\"", "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.", "\"Do you suppose that POSAT is really what it claims to be—a secret\n society—and that they actually screen their applicants?\"", "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", "It just so happened, however, that she had bought a copy of the\nAntivivisectionist Gazette\nthe day before. She pounced upon the POSAT", "\"What do you suppose they're driving at?\" he asked his wife Betty,\n handing her the booklet and questionnaire." ], [ "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.", "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.", "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.", "\"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", "\"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?\"", "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 the more he thought about it, the more sinister it seemed. His\n laboratory address was available, but why should POSAT take the trouble", "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", "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.", "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", "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:", "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?", "Don nodded, his tense features relaxing.\n\n\n \"Enroll me as a member,\" he said.", "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.", "It was at the back of one of the alleys that he finally found a door\n marked with the now familiar emblem of POSAT.", "It was the symbol or emblem of POSAT, he realized, that had caught his\n attention. The perpendicularly crossed ellipses centered with a small", "worker. Consequently, he was one of the many who passed over the POSAT\n ad with the disregard accorded to any common object." ], [ "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.", "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", "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", "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.", "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 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.", "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", "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.", "\"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'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", "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", "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.", "\"Our Grand Chairman will see you now,\" she said in a quiet voice.\n\n\n Don realized that he was half crouched in the position of an animal\n expecting attack. He straightened up with what dignity he could manage\n to find.", "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", "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.", "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", "\"Dr. Crandon!\" he heard his own voice reply. \"\nYou're\nthe Grand\n Chairman of POSAT?\"", "Instead he found himself on a balcony along the side of a vast room,\n which must have been the interior of the warehouse that he had noted", "worker. Consequently, he was one of the many who passed over the POSAT\n ad with the disregard accorded to any common object.", "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." ] ]

[ "Why are the people in the opening scene hunting and shooting animals?", "What is one of the problems of space travel that colonists are very careful about these days?", "How does the humanoid that the hunting party encounters surprise them?", "The ship's crew is worried that Pat may carry unfamiliar diseases, but what other contagion does he seem to possess?", "What might have been the outcome of the encounter with Pat if the hunting party had killed him?", "Why do all the current residents of Alexandria look alike?", "Once they encountered Pat and got introduced and talked a little, what did the medical party think would happen on Minos?", "Which hamsters lived? ", "Why did Pat eat so much during his first meal in the spaceship dining room?", "What detail about life as a colonist on Minos requires a permanent commitment?" ]

[ [ "They are shooting specimens for the sake of scientific discovery, to classify their taxonomy and study them.", "The food stores on their space ship are critically low, and they must have food to have hope of surviving long enough to start a colony here.", "Terrans have hundreds of years of tradition of shooting animals for the pleasure and challenge of it, so these colonists also have those cultural habits.", "They are gathering specimens to test for pathogens on a planet that may have potential for starting a colony." ], [ "Colonists have learned not to assume that they can depend on their radios and other technology, because many planetary - star system interactions can interrupt processes that Terrans take for granted.", "Terrans no longer assume that all the members of their colony will be able to get along and cooperate over the long term, even if they can manage it during space travel. Therefore, they try to make their groups very homogeneous.", "Terran colonists on other worlds know that they cannot count on being able to interbreed with any humanoid species they encounter - and if they do, genetic monstrosities can result.", "The more like Earth a planet appears to be, the more likely it will harbor deadly diseases that Terrans can catch, and that they have no resistance to." ], [ "It startles them by breaking into a dance that looks a lot like the way honeybees dance to let their hivemates know which way to go to the flowers with lots of pollen.", "It speaks English, looks absolutely human, sports a three-day growth of beard and is quite attractive to the one woman in the party.", "It startles them by not behaving aggressively after being shot at by them. Perhaps it does not recognize their weapons as a danger.", "The scientists are astonished at this evidence for parallel evolution - they are sure it is not actually a human because humans have never visited Minos before." ], [ "All of the people that Pat is familiar with look just like him, which results in a certain, natural distrust of anyone who looks different, and his arrival herals the beginning of mistrustful behavior among the colonists.", "Pat has an air of negativity that is catching. He grouses about everything, and soon everyone on the ship is also displaying signs of dissatisfaction about trivial matters.", "Pat has been genetically modified to be able to photosynthesize food directly from the light of Minos' sun. He tells the colonists that this modification, while not a disease, is contagious from person to person.", "He is a girl magnet. Every girl on the ship, including June, is either swooning over him or trying to resist swooning." ], [ "Since Pat was wearing a full body energy shield, they couldn't have hurt him no matter what they tried to do.", "It wouldn't matter a bit. After all, they could just pretend that they never saw him, and the Alexandrians had nothing to do with him being in the vicinity of the ship.", "Since they would have violated their oaths as doctors, the doctors might have taken off their space suits and exposed the colonists to the potential pathogens on the planet as compensation to the Alexandrians.", "Relations with the people of Alexandria might have gotten off to a very bad start, leading the Alexandrians to turn hostile to the colonists." ], [ "One particular colonial family had natural immunity to the disease that killed the rest of the colonists, so over time, the group of familial traits that went with that appearance were concentrated in the population.", "The colonists mastered advanced gene technologies while trying to solve the problem of food supply, and they just all liked that red hair and coppery skin, so they all modified themselves to that appearance - it was just a fad at the time.", "One of the early rulers of the colony in Alexandria gained tyrannical power over the colonists. He then became mentally unbalanced and used his power to kill everyone in the town that didn't look like him.", "These colonists all came from one town in Ireland and they were all related to begin with, so it was natural that they all looked alike. With no new sources of genetic diversity, things just stayed that way." ], [ "The medical party thought there would be no real problems, but the captain of the spaceship realized they would have to wipe out the present Alexandrians to be truly safe.", "The medical party was disappointed because the existence of the supposed \"melting sickness\" meant they could not colonize Minos.", "They assumed that there would be no problems with the colonists settling Minos alongside friendlies, once they finished concocting treatments for any foreign diseases.", "They assumed that the environment was safe, and they would be able to go back and report to the captain that everything was fine, and everyone could emerge from the spaceship without suits and get started building their new colony right away." ], [ "All the hamsters that were injected with a trial vaccine against the melting sickness survived.", "The hamsters that lived were either controls or had Pat's blood injected but without any immune system suppressants", "All of the hamsters died, it just took a little longer for the ones that did not receive the immune system suppressant.", "The hamsters that lived were the controls, who received none of Pat's blood." ], [ "He wanted to prolong his social visit with the colonists, and the only way to do that seemed to be to just keep eating.", "Alexandria lived under very primitive conditions. It was a struggle to get food, and people ate anytime food was presented to them.", "He had been trying to bulk up because Alexandrian girls didn't like scrawny men.", "He was eating simply for enjoyment of the taste." ], [ "Once they decide to stay, the colonists will disassemble the spaceship for materials to build land transport vehicles and factories....and they will no longer have a way off the planet.", "Being exposed to the melting sickness and other Minos pathogens makes life there a permanent commitment. They would not be allowed to land elsewhere because of the potential for contagion.", "Minos is smaller than Earth, and has much less gravity. Once the people decide to stay on Minos, their bones and muscles will weaken, and they will not be able to leave the planet without severe medical consequencs.", "None of the food plants or animals on Minos are compatible with the human digestive system, many of them being mirror image compounds of the earth version. A genetic treatment permanently changes digestive system to be able to use the foodstuffs on Minos. " ] ]

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[ [ "\"Took a shot at something,\" explained George Barton's cheerful voice\n in her earphones. She rounded a bend of the trail and came upon Barton\n standing peering up into the trees, his gun still raised. \"It looked\n like a duck.\"", "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.", "Len turned back to him. \"You people live off the country, right? You\n hunt and bring in steaks and eat them, right? Well, say I have one of", "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", "The people of the ship waited while their doctors, in airtight\n spacesuits, hunted animals to test them for contagion.", "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", "\"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 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", "Everyone wanted him to eat at their table, everyone was a specialist\n and wanted data about Minos. They all wanted anecdotes about hunting\n wild animals with a bow and arrow.", "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", "someone's gun went off with a faint crackle of static, and made a hole\n in the leaves beside the specimen. Then for a while no one moved.", "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.", "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", "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", "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.\"", "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", "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", "But the likeness to Earth was danger, and the cool wind might be death,\n for if the animals were like Earth animals, their diseases might be", "A faint crackle of static in their earphones indicated that a gun had\n been fired.", "\"Oh, fine.\" St. Clair beamed. \"I had an appointment with him to go out\n and confirm what looks like a nice vein of iron to the northeast. Have" ], [ "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", "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.\"", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.\"", "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", "The people of the ship waited while their doctors, in airtight\n spacesuits, hunted animals to test them for contagion.", "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", "she loved. Or—was he? Of course he was, she told herself angrily.\n They had gone colonizing together because they wanted to spend their\n lives together; she had never thought of marrying any other man. Yet", "A few minutes later, standing in the stalls for spacesuit\n decontamination, being buffeted by jets of hot disinfectant, bathed in", "down!\" He laughed and sobered. \"But then why wear spacesuits? The air\n is breathable.\"", "off the stuffy spacesuits and feel the wind against their own skins.\n Minos was like home, like Earth.... But they were strangers.", "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,", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "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", "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.'\"" ], [ "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", "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", "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.", "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.", "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", "The four medicos, for June Walton was also a doctor, filed through the\n alien homelike forest, walking softly, watching for motion among the\n copper and purple shadows.", "someone's gun went off with a faint crackle of static, and made a hole\n in the leaves beside the specimen. Then for a while no one moved.", "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", "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", "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", "\"Took a shot at something,\" explained George Barton's cheerful voice\n in her earphones. She rounded a bend of the trail and came upon Barton\n standing peering up into the trees, his gun still raised. \"It looked\n like a duck.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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.", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "greenish glint from his fishbowl helmet.\nThey walked on. A quarter of a mile back, the space ship\nExplorer", "Len turned back to him. \"You people live off the country, right? You\n hunt and bring in steaks and eat them, right? Well, say I have one of", "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", "higher and higher over the trees as they neared it. Then its symmetry\n blurred all sense of specific size as they stepped out from among the\n trees and stood on the edge of the meadow, looking up." ], [ "\"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.", "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,", "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", "\"Plague,\" Pat Mead said thoughtfully. \"We had one here. It came two\n years after the colony arrived and killed everyone except the Mead", "\"We wouldn't want to give you folks germs,\" Pat smiled. \"Anything for\n safety. But there'll have to be a vote on it first.\"", "The people of the ship waited while their doctors, in airtight\n spacesuits, hunted animals to test them for contagion.", "\"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", "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", "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,", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.", "\"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.", "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.", "But the likeness to Earth was danger, and the cool wind might be death,\n for if the animals were like Earth animals, their diseases might be", "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", "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.\"", "experienced luxury. He had been born and raised on Minos.\n\"May I go aboard?\" Pat asked hopefully.", "\"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.\"", "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" ], [ "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", "\"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", "\"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.", "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 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", "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", "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", "Len turned back to him. \"You people live off the country, right? You\n hunt and bring in steaks and eat them, right? Well, say I have one of", "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", "\"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.", "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.", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "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", "\"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.", "\"Took a shot at something,\" explained George Barton's cheerful voice\n in her earphones. She rounded a bend of the trail and came upon Barton\n standing peering up into the trees, his gun still raised. \"It looked\n like a duck.\"", "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", "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", "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" ], [ "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.", "\"In other words,\" she said, \"everyone on the planet looks like you and\n me?\"", "\"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.", "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.\"", "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.", "Still panting, the tall figure licked dry lips and spoke. \"Welcome to\n Minos. The Mayor sends greetings from Alexandria.\"\n\n\n \"English?\" gasped June.", "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", "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", "\"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?\"", "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", "Max was eyeing the bronze red-headed figure with something approaching\n awe. \"Do you think all the Meads look like that?\" he said to June on", "\"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.\"", "\"We were afraid of that,\" the tall bronze man answered soberly. \"We\n have been here three generations and yet no traders have come.\"", "\"Plague,\" Pat Mead said thoughtfully. \"We had one here. It came two\n years after the colony arrived and killed everyone except the Mead", "\"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", "The doctors went to Reno Ulrich's table and walked with him to the\n hangar, explaining. He was to carry the proposal to Alexandria, mingle", "Max smiled up at him, his square face affectionate. Everyone liked the\n shy Canadian. \"He's back already. We just saw him come in.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "Hal Barton switched to a narrow radio beam, explained rapidly and\n pointed in the direction of Alexandria. Reno's plane lifted and flew\n away over the odd-colored forest." ], [ "\"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.\"", "experienced luxury. He had been born and raised on Minos.\n\"May I go aboard?\" Pat asked hopefully.", "\"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 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.", "\"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.", "\"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.", "\"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?\"", "\"Adapted us to Minos. He took human cells—\"\nShe listened intently, trying to find a reason for fear in the", "can't settle here unless we de-infect everybody on Minos. Would they\n object?\"", "\"We wouldn't want to give you folks germs,\" Pat smiled. \"Anything for\n safety. But there'll have to be a vote on it first.\"", "\"—new man, honest! I saw him through the viewplate when they came in.\n He's down in the medical department. A real frontiersman.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "The four medicos, for June Walton was also a doctor, filed through the\n alien homelike forest, walking softly, watching for motion among the\n copper and purple shadows.", "\"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", "off the stuffy spacesuits and feel the wind against their own skins.\n Minos was like home, like Earth.... But they were strangers.", "The grip was effortless but even through her airproofed glove June\n could feel that the fingers that touched hers were as hard as padded\n steel.\n\n\n \"What—what is the population of Minos?\" she asked.", "the ship laughing, exchanging anecdotes with him. There was nothing\n now to keep Minos from being the home they wanted, except the melting", "glanced at them, looking puzzled. \"See if you two can make anything of\n this. It sounds medical to me.\"" ], [ "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", "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.", "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", "They looked into the nearby small laboratory where twelve squealing\n hamsters were protestingly submitting to a small injection each of", "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.", "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.", "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", "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", "\"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", "\"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.", "\"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", "recovering. The three dead ones had been given strong shots of adaptive\n and counter histamine, so their bodies had not fought back against the\n attack.", "The people of the ship waited while their doctors, in airtight\n spacesuits, hunted animals to test them for contagion.", "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", "\"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", "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,", "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", "\"Any recurrence of melting sickness?\" asked Hal Barton.\n\n\n \"No.\"\n\n\n \"Any other diseases?\"\n\n\n \"Not a one.\"" ], [ "They fell to, Pat beginning the first meal he had had in more than a\n day.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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.", "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", "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", "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.", "On the way up the long spiral ramps to the dining hall, they passed a\n viewplate. It showed a long scene of mountains in the distance on the", "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", "\"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 leaned back and smiled, sipping a glass of hydroponic burgundy.\n \"Wonderful stuff. You'll have to show us how to make it.\"", "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", "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,", "\"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.", "Len Marlow, the protein tank-culture technician responsible for the\n mushroom steaks, had wormed his way into the group and asked Pat a", "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,", "A few minutes later, standing in the stalls for spacesuit\n decontamination, being buffeted by jets of hot disinfectant, bathed in", "ran his eyes over the bright tableware and heaped plates. He looked\n around at the rich grained walls and soft lights at each table. He said\n nothing, just looking and feeling and experiencing.", "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.\"" ], [ "off the stuffy spacesuits and feel the wind against their own skins.\n Minos was like home, like Earth.... But they were strangers.", "\"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.\"", "The grip was effortless but even through her airproofed glove June\n could feel that the fingers that touched hers were as hard as padded\n steel.\n\n\n \"What—what is the population of Minos?\" she asked.", "Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that\n\n the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]\nMinos was such a lovely planet. Not a\n\n thing seemed wrong with it. Excepting the food,", "can't settle here unless we de-infect everybody on Minos. Would they\n object?\"", "\"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 loved. Or—was he? Of course he was, she told herself angrily.\n They had gone colonizing together because they wanted to spend their\n lives together; she had never thought of marrying any other man. Yet", "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.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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.\"", "experienced luxury. He had been born and raised on Minos.\n\"May I go aboard?\" Pat asked hopefully.", "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", "the ship laughing, exchanging anecdotes with him. There was nothing\n now to keep Minos from being the home they wanted, except the melting", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "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", "Still panting, the tall figure licked dry lips and spoke. \"Welcome to\n Minos. The Mayor sends greetings from Alexandria.\"\n\n\n \"English?\" gasped June.", "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.", "\"Adapted us to Minos. He took human cells—\"\nShe listened intently, trying to find a reason for fear in the", "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." ] ]

[ "How did George win the battle to keep his \"man cave\" inviolate from Marge's intrusions?", "How does one disable one of the Prime androids?", "In the Battle of the Sexes described in this story, whose side, ultimately, does this author come down on?", "When George finds out about the Bermuda tickets and goes home to an empty house, what has happened?", "What are the laws concerning Ego Prime androids?", "George didn't like the looks of the black market Prime android salesman. Was his gut instinct correct?", "What functionality is it implied that Super Deluxe Prime androids have that is lacking in lower models?", "What unexpected (to George) thing happened very quickly once the George Prime started interacting with Marge?", "After his first extramarital conquest, the new secretary, why did George pursue more office girls?" ]

[ [ "George put a lock on the workshop and when she would get a locksmith to make a new key, he would get a more advanced lock, till finally she could not get in any more.", "He told her to keep out, but she went in anyway. He left little \"spy traps,\" which she tripped. Years of consistently being berated every time she entered the workshop finally made her give up.", "George and his neighbor both had the same problem, so the neighbor set up at George's house and George had his man cave at the neighbor's.", "George moved his \"retreat\" to a garage-sized self-storage facility cube that Marge didn't know about." ], [ "Each buyer of a Prime android is given a remote control fob that can turn the android off instantly.", "One issues the \"recall\" command, and once the android is on its charging station, one cuts the power.", "By pushing on a little low spot in the skull above the ear.", "There is an off switch hidden by the hairline on the back of the neck." ], [ "They both win. Marge is freed from a loveless marriage, and George now has a combination house maid and blow-up doll, which is all he really wanted in the first place.", "The man wins because Marge's reputation was ruined by leaving her husband.", "Neither wins, because neither is happy in the end.", "The woman wins the prize for being clever enough to escape her loveless marriage with an inveterate cheat. Everyone will soon know that Marge left George, which will be humiliating for him." ], [ "Marge had George Prime repurposed as Marge Prime, and she ran off, while Marge Prime came home to greet George.", "George Prime and Marge ran off together to Bermuda.", "Marge learned about George Prime and sent him back to the factory because she wanted her flesh and blood husband back.", "Marge deactivated George Prime and put him back on the charging station, and she threatens George with exposing the illegal Prime android if he doesn't give her a divorce settlement with generous alimony." ], [ "They are completely illegal in all forms.", "One can buy a Utility model, a Deluxe or a Super Deluxe, provided that one fills out the right forms and registers it at the appropriate government office.", "Basic models were allowed under very strict circumstances.", "You can get a Utility model without much trouble, and if you upgrade it at home, no one will ever know." ], [ "Yes. The salesman told him that the Super Deluxe would be updated daily, but it turned out the company only updated it every two months.", "Yes. The salesman promised George a Super Deluxe model, but only delivered a Deluxe.", "No. There is no evidence that George was cheated by the Prime salesman. His friend Harry cheated him, though, by taking kickbacks from the middlemen for sending business their way.", "No. The story provides no evidence that George was cheated by the Prime salesman. His friend Harry paid the right bribes and greased the skids." ], [ "It is implied that the Super Deluxe models can take a licking and keep on ticking - for the more exotic tastes in bedroom gymnastics.", "It is implied that they have superior networks of Neuro-pantographs that allow them to be updated wirelessly and to be able to store more relevant information, like favorite recipes.", "It is implied that they can perform marital bedroom duties that eliminate awkwardness in situations between couples.", "It is implied that the Super Deluxe models, unlike the others, can replace a person who wants to be elsewhere not just at home, but also in the office, which takes more memory." ], [ "George noticed that his workshop was cleaner than it had been for years.", "Marge started having an affair with Harry Folsom.", "George realized just how little he cared about Marge anymore.", "Marge and George Prime stopped arguing and seemed to be getting along very well." ], [ "The first girl decided she didn't want to be a side piece, and she got married.", "He got bored with just the first girl, whose conversational skills were limited.", "George's boss developed an interest in the first girl, and discretion being the better part of valor, he moved on.", "He realized that he preferred redheads, and the first girl had dark hair." ] ]

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[ [ "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", "the game. With me, it was the whole workshop in the garage.\nAt first, Marge tried open warfare. She had to clean the place up, she\n said. I told her I didn't", "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.", "Then I stopped. I could see Marge and George Prime through the living\n room windows.", "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", "that meant only one thing: Marge had spotted him. It had happened\n before. Couple of nasty court battles I'd read about. And she'd known\n all about George Prime.", "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.", "But as he himself pointed out he was a Super Deluxe model.\nMarge didn't suspect a thing. In fact, George Prime seemed to be having", "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", "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", "\"Bermuda,\" I said.\n\n\n And then Marge was in my arms, kissing me and snuggling her cheek\n against my chest.", "\"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 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", "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!\"", "After a couple of sharp engagements on that field, Marge staged a\n strategic withdrawal and reorganized her attack. A little pile of wood", "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.\"", "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", "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.", "\"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 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.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "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,", "George Prime had remote controls, as well as a completely recorded\n neurological analogue of his boss, who was me. George Prime thought", "George Prime was a Super Deluxe model, all right.\nI dashed into the workshop and punched the recall button as hard as I", "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.", "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 that was all there was to it.\nPractical androids had been a pipe dream until Hunyadi invented the", "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", "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.", "George Prime dead in his tracks.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "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", "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.", "They were gone.\n\n\n I started to call the police, but caught myself just in time. I\n couldn't very well complain to the cops that my wife had run off with\n an android.", "\"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.\"" ], [ "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.", "\"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.", "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.\"", "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", "the game. With me, it was the whole workshop in the garage.\nAt first, Marge tried open warfare. She had to clean the place up, she\n said. I told her I didn't", "George Prime shrugged. \"Any woman will warm up if you spend enough time\n telling her all the things she wants to hear and pay all the attention\n to her that she wants paid to her. That's elemental psychology. I can\n give you page references.\"", "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.", "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", "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.", "fighting him off, either. She was coming back for more. After a little,\n the lights went off.", "After a couple of sharp engagements on that field, Marge staged a\n strategic withdrawal and reorganized her attack. A little pile of wood", "\"Georgie?\" she said.\n\n\n \"Uh?\"\n\n\n \"Do you still love me?\"", "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", "I shook hands with myself. Good firm handshake, I thought admiringly.\n Nothing flabby about it.", "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.", "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", "routine. Every time she so much as set foot in that workshop, she had a\n battle on her hands for the next week or so. She could count on it. It\n was that predictable.", "I set the paper down and stared at her. \"How's that? Of course I\n still—\"\n\n\n \"Well, sometimes you don't act much like it.\"", "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", "I'd just gotten settled with the paper when she came into the living\n room and sat down beside me. She was wearing some sort of filmy affair\n I'd never laid eyes on before, and I caught a whiff of my favorite\n perfume." ], [ "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", "For how long?\nWhen I got home, the house was empty. George Prime wasn't in his\n closet. And Marge wasn't in the house.", "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", "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.", "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", "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", "\"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.", "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.", "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", "not\nMrs.\nFaircloth.\nYou\nbought two tickets. One way. Champagne\n flight to Bermuda.\"", "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.", "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.", "Marge had always had her heart set on a trip to Bermuda. Just to get\n away from it all, she'd say. 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.", "The next evening, I activated George Prime and caught the taxi at the\n corner, but I called Ruby and broke my date with her. I took in an", "\"Georgie?\" she said.\n\n\n \"Uh?\"\n\n\n \"Do you still love me?\"", "that meant only one thing: Marge had spotted him. It had happened\n before. Couple of nasty court battles I'd read about. And she'd known\n all about George Prime.", "Then I stopped. I could see Marge and George Prime through the living\n room windows.", "I held her close and tried to keep my hands from shaking. George\n Faircloth, Idiot, I thought. She'd never been more beautiful. \"But what\n did you do with him?\"", "\"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." ], [ "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,", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.\"", "And that was all there was to it.\nPractical androids had been a pipe dream until Hunyadi invented the", "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", "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.", "They were gone.\n\n\n I started to call the police, but caught myself just in time. I\n couldn't very well complain to the cops that my wife had run off with\n an android.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "From the first, there was rigid Federal control and laws regulating the\n use of Primes right down to the local level. You could get a license", "George Prime had remote controls, as well as a completely recorded\n neurological analogue of his boss, who was me. George Prime thought", "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", "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", "I ought to mention that George Prime had a complete set of basic texts\n run into his circuits, at a slightly additional charge. Never can tell\n when an odd bit of information will come in useful.", "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.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "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.", "\"Meet George Faircloth Prime,\" the technician said, grinning at me like\n a nursing mother.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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", "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 had remote controls, as well as a completely recorded\n neurological analogue of his boss, who was me. George Prime thought", "that meant only one thing: Marge had spotted him. It had happened\n before. Couple of nasty court battles I'd read about. And she'd known\n all about George Prime.", "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.", "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.", "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", "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.", "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.", "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", "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 was a Super Deluxe model, all right.\nI dashed into the workshop and punched the recall button as hard as I" ], [ "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", "But as he himself pointed out he was a Super Deluxe model.\nMarge didn't suspect a thing. In fact, George Prime seemed to be having", "George Prime was a Super Deluxe model, all right.\nI dashed into the workshop and punched the recall button as hard as I", "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.", "\"Or perhaps you'd require one of our Deluxe models. Very careful\n workmanship. Only a few key Paralyzers in operation and practically", "I was shaking my head. \"I want a\nSuper\nDeluxe model,\" I told him.", "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.", "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,", "And that was all there was to it.\nPractical androids had been a pipe dream until Hunyadi invented the", "\"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.\"", "George Prime had remote controls, as well as a completely recorded\n neurological analogue of his boss, who was me. George Prime thought", "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.\"", "\"We keep a few blanks here for the basic measurement. You'll go to our\n laboratory on 14th Street to have the minute impressions taken. But I\n can assure you you'll be delighted, simply delighted.\"", "I ought to mention that George Prime had a complete set of basic texts\n run into his circuits, at a slightly additional charge. Never can tell\n when an odd bit of information will come in useful.", "They were gone.\n\n\n I started to call the police, but caught myself just in time. I\n couldn't very well complain to the cops that my wife had run off with\n an android.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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 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", "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.", "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", "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.", "that meant only one thing: Marge had spotted him. It had happened\n before. Couple of nasty court battles I'd read about. And she'd known\n all about George Prime.", "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", "\"Well, you must be doing quite a job,\" I said.\nI'd\nnever managed to\n warm Marge up much.\n\n\n \"I try,\" said George Prime.", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "Then I stopped. I could see Marge and George Prime through the living\n room windows.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "But as he himself pointed out he was a Super Deluxe model.\nMarge didn't suspect a thing. In fact, George Prime seemed to be having", "\"Meet George Faircloth Prime,\" the technician said, grinning at me like\n a nursing mother.", "\"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.", "Maybe we had, but we didn't waste a lot of time talking. It was the\n Marge I'd once known and I was beginning to wonder how I could have", "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." ], [ "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.\"", "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", "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.", "George Prime shrugged. \"Any woman will warm up if you spend enough time\n telling her all the things she wants to hear and pay all the attention\n to her that she wants paid to her. That's elemental psychology. I can\n give you page references.\"", "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.", "And then, when Jeree got a little boring, there was Sybil in the\n accounting department. Or Dorothy in promotion. Or Jane. Or Ingrid.", "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.", "\"She's a perfectly good secretary,\" I blurted, and kicked myself\n mentally. I should have known Marge's traps by then.", "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", "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", "executive-type secretary. Her name was Jeree and she was gorgeous. As\n a matter of fact, she was better than gorgeous. She was the sort of\n secretary every businessman ought to have in his office. Not to do any", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.\"", "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", "\"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.", "fighting him off, either. She was coming back for more. After a little,\n the lights went off.", "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.", "Business was booming and the secretaries at the office got shuffled\n around from time to time. Since I had an executive-type job, I got an" ] ]

[ "What is the Republic of Texas?", "Why did McLaren give himself up to police?", "How did the author feel about arriving in Texas after McLaren had surrendered?", "Who led the three factions of the ROT?", "What does the author think of the rhetoric he heard at the meeting in Kilgore?", "Where did the main action that the quthor missed out on take place?", "How does the author assess the one man who escaped from the Fort Davis standoff?", "What Texas towns did the author visit during his whirlwind tour?", "What did the author particularly notice about the speeches of the ROT members in Kilgore?", "How many helicopters were dispatched to Fort Davis?" ]

[ [ "The Republic of Texas is the far eastern part of the state that used to belong to France and was acquired as part of the Louisiana Purchase.", "The Republic of Texas is a popular restaurant in Kilgore that serves only food produced in Texas.", "A group of activists who believe that Texas was illegally added as one of the United States.", "\"The Republic of Texas\" is the sarcastic name given to a run-down trailer park where a bunch of right wing Texas gun nuts lived." ], [ "They told him that all the other members of ROT had been captured, including his son. He traded his own freedom for that of his son.", "The police were secretly on McLaren's side, so they \"accidentally\" let him escape.", "They told him he could sue the federal government over his ROT claims and then go to prison, or be shot then and there. He chose Plan A.", "McLaren was feeling extremely ill and needed medical attention - in fact, he died shortly thereafter." ], [ "He was relieved that the leader of the secessionists had been captured.", "He was determined to be an eyewitness to insurrection, and having missed all his other opportunities, he was disappointed to miss another.", "He was really mad about wasting so much effort getting to a place that wasn't going to yield a story.", "He was worried that missing this scoop would cost him his job, so he decided to go sniffing for some back stories." ], [ "McLaren, Lowe and Johnson.", "Warmke, McLaren and Keyes.", "McLaren, Lowe and Warmke.", "McLaren, Keyes and Johnson." ], [ "He thinks they are all nutcases, some scarier than others, but some of them are nice enough as beer-drinking companions.", "He thinks they are sincere in their beliefs, and after talking to them, he comes to agree with their opinions.", "He thinks they are pathological bullies who believe that if they scare enough people they will get exactly what they want, and once they take over Texas, they will go after New Mexico.", "He thinks they are all low life grifters, failures in every other walk of life who have nothing better to do than cause trouble." ], [ "Valentine.", "El Paso.", "Fort Davis.", "Waco." ], [ "He thinks that having given law enforcement the slip, the escapee will go over the border into Mexico, get false papers, return to the US and stay quiet and out of trouble.", "He is surprised that this guy escaped, because he didn't seem that heroic - he was just another ROT \"soldier.\"", "He is a good example of someone who is never going to survive in the mesquite-covered peaks in the area surrounding Fort Davis. If the wild cougars don't get him, he'll starve to death.", "He is the worst possible one to escape, as he triggered the violence and is the most likely to survive the wilderness and come back more violent and crazier than ever." ], [ "El Paso, Waco, Pecos, and Valentine.", "El Paso, Kilgore, Valentine and Newark.", "Pecos, El Paso, Fort Davis and Kilgore.", "Valentine, Fort Davis, Kilgore, and El Paso." ], [ "Their arguments were a lot more sensible than he had thought. He learned a lot about local history from listening to them.", "They were largely deeply held conspiracy theories, and their fervent convictions convinced him that these cultists would be around for awhile.", "He noticed that all of them carried concealed weapons and an insignia that marked them as ROTers: a miniature silver star like a sheriff's badge tie tack.", "He noticed that if Texas provided better mental health care, most of these folks would not be free to walk around in society." ], [ "None.", "Dozens of helicopters surrounded Fort Davis, since they were the best tool for controlling the situation with minimal loss of life.", "There was one U.N. helicopter and one helicopter that was put at the disposal of the author so that he could get the best view of what was going on.", "Just one, loaned by the U.N." ] ]

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[ [ "in court his claim that the Republic of Texas had been", "ownership of the Republic of Texas. Tee-hee. Next thing you", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying.", "lurks. Groups like the Republic of Texas exist in a", "siege began, several heavily armed Republic of Texas members were", "other factions of the Republic of Texas were holding a", "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.", "Texas. He didn't show up, but some of his", "guy in a red shirt and a Republic of Texas cap", "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, being Texans, they have enough guns and ammo to", "Texas, about 90 miles from the action.", "merely going to Kermit, Texas, to \"hunt wild hogs.\"", "frowning representatives of the two non-McLarian Republics of Texas.", "If At First You Don't Secede \n\n Forget the Alamo!", "live on. A few hundred boisterous Texans--mostly men, middle-aged", "been illegally annexed by the United States in 1845.", "Texas. One is headed by David Johnson of Odessa, Texas.", "radio and mulling over my options. Texas lawmen were boasting,", "3. After landing in El Paso, I called a militia" ], [ "\"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", "ROT leader Richard McLaren was busily faxing out apocalyptic", "about McLaren--\"The man is a genius; he has a", "and that lawmen were closing in. I arrived about 2", "Keyes is the 21-year-old McLaren follower who actually carried", "The lawmen treated him like the head of a brave", "find out more about him, I called a county police", "police detective there who tracks the far right. He'd heard", "he never gave up; and he went out ready to", "Then he would go to jail for many years. Not", "2 p.m. and roosted for a while by the police", "was half right. About that time one fugitive, believed to", "about what was going on,\" he said. \"On a personal", "demands to be taken seriously. He started the violence; he", "trade\" for the Branch McLarian remnant. I liked Jim, and", "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.", "Clifford Beare, who had recently retired from the Jeff Davis", "And with such overwhelming odds, why would he do that?", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying." ], [ "\"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", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying.", "and that lawmen were closing in. I arrived about 2", "3. After landing in El Paso, I called a militia", "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.", "in court his claim that the Republic of Texas had been", "Texas. He didn't show up, but some of his", "ROT leader Richard McLaren was busily faxing out apocalyptic", "radio and mulling over my options. Texas lawmen were boasting,", "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.", "siege began, several heavily armed Republic of Texas members were", "live on. A few hundred boisterous Texans--mostly men, middle-aged", "merely going to Kermit, Texas, to \"hunt wild hogs.\"", "itself was miles and miles away. Whatever was happening, we", "Clifford Beare, who had recently retired from the Jeff Davis", "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.", "in Pecos. It was all a gross injustice, of", "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", "Texas, about 90 miles from the action." ], [ "ROT leader Richard McLaren was busily faxing out apocalyptic", "ROT members publicly disavow violence, but the possibility always lurks.", "ROT members are nuts like the Lilliputians in Gulliver's", "probably know, contains three competing clans.) I unfolded my map.", "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", "was one tiny glitch--two ROT activists had somehow slipped", "3. After landing in El Paso, I called a militia", "The lawmen treated him like the head of a brave", "other factions of the Republic of Texas were holding a", "siege began, several heavily armed Republic of Texas members were", "carried out the kidnapping and shooting that started the whole", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying.", "was half right. About that time one fugitive, believed to", "\"I can tell you that the militias have but one", "rumored on the Net, where one rabid militia man wrote:", "Kilgore. Crowding one side of a long dais were frowning", "and that lawmen were closing in. I arrived about 2", "\"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.\"", "his \"council\" members did--they were gray, natty, and grumpy," ], [ "a big rally in Kilgore, to make clear that the", "Kilgore. Crowding one side of a long dais were frowning", "map. Hmmm. Kilgore was way over by Louisiana. Even", "A very pale young man stood up and said that Judgment Day was coming unless the Republic of Texas succeeded. Then he started crying.", "Then again, I heard similar effusions from a high official--Jim", "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.", "\"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.\"", "merely going to Kermit, Texas, to \"hunt wild hogs.\"", "rumored on the Net, where one rabid militia man wrote:", "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", "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.", "Things looked \"hot\" when I left--from inside his \"embassy,\"", "in Pecos. It was all a gross injustice, of", "Clifford Beare, who had recently retired from the Jeff Davis", "3. After landing in El Paso, I called a militia", "a floor microphone and took turns huffing and ranting. Among", "about what was going on,\" he said. \"On a personal", "radio and mulling over my options. Texas lawmen were boasting,", "ROT leader Richard McLaren was busily faxing out apocalyptic", "demands to be taken seriously. 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[ "Why would the Shopping Avenger eschew his specially described garb out on the street, and why might it get him arrested?", "What could Rabbi S's wife have done differently to greatly reduce the magnitude of their travel problem?", "What two airlines have operations in both New York and Michigan, based on the story?", "What, in the opinion of the Shopping Avenger, is the problem with the airlines as a whole (except for Southwest)?", "What is the source of the Shopping Avenger's power?", "How do other moving truck rental companies apparently benefit from U-Haul's poor service?", "What do all the responses that the Shopping Avenger gets from representatives of the corporations have in common?", "Why does this story refer to the wronged U-Haul customer as \"anatomically confused\" ?", "What does the Shopping Avenger think of the taste of Rice-a-Roni?", "In what kind of domestic situation does the Shopping Avenger live?" ]

[ [ "Because it would mark him as being a nutcase who might harm himself or others.", "Because he has done quite a few questionable things in his guise as the Shopping Avenger, and if he were recognized as such, he would be nabbed.", "Powerful corporate interests loathe him and have private thugs looking for him to take him down.", "Because wearing a cape would run afoul of pornography / decency laws." ], [ "She could have left the luggage at the ticket counter and gone in search of her husband.", "She could have called the Shopping Avenger from the airport and gotten his help.", "She could have been more polite.", "She could have just paid the extra hundred bucks to check her husband's suitcases as extra baggage for herself." ], [ "Trans World Airlines and Southwest.", "Southwest Airlines and Delta.", "Britsh Airways and TWA.", "Trans World Airlines and Delta. " ], [ "Their greed leads to the hiring of poorly trained people who have or develop a mean streak, which leads to agents creating and compounding small problems.", "The problem is that the top executives came up the engineering ranks, and they do not understand how to work with people effectively.", "Ever since airline deregulation, airlines cut corners to try to compete, and air travel is no longer confined to the upper class. The hoi polloi cause problems.", "The problem is that the airlines refuse to investigate complaints, leading to lawsuits against them." ], [ "He has a platform from which he can publicly shame corporations, exposing their bad deeds to potential customers who may then shun them.", "He gets pictures with the cape and codpiece in front of corporate headquarters, then photoshops in the CEO to embarrass the company.", "He has a huge legal staff working for him. They routinely sue corporate actors who offer bad customer service.", "The Shopping Avenger writes legislation and gets both federal and state legislatures to pass similar bills, tightening requirements for honest customer service." ], [ "When U-Haul overbooks, the other companies provide vehicles to U-Haul for them to rent out.", "Customers are often left high and dry by U-Haul, so they shift to another company and the other company gets to pick up the crumbs.", "The other rental companies can save on advertising dollars since U-Haul pays them to remain silent.", "The other companies can advertise \"great customer service\" as a feature without fear of U-Haul suing them over truth in advertising issues." ], [ "They offer to meet with the wronged customers in person, along with the local employees, so that the customer can observe that the offending employees are disciplined.", "They don't bother to respond at all.", "They are appalled at the local customer service, but of course they can't control every employee. Nonetheless they provide monetary compensation and fire the employees who gave the bad service.", "They blame everything on the local employees, and while they offer monetary compensation, they make no commitment to improvement and clearly view such compensation as \"the cost of doing business.\"" ], [ "Because the customer discussed male and female trailer hitches without understanding the distinction, or which one is one the truck and which on the trailer.", "Because the customer misuses the phrase \"throwing her weight around,\" which applies only to males.", "Because the customer talked about being henpecked, yet henpecking is what female chickens do to male chickens, not the other way around.", "Because the customer is female, yet uses a slang phrase appropriate only to males that indicates that she is in a situation of having no real leverage over a situation." ], [ "Rice-a-roni is made by a small company, and tastes like \"good customer service.\"", "He thinks it tastes a lot like Turtle Wax.", "He has no idea what it tastes like because he has never tasted it.", "Rice-a-roni is made of dehydrated beef chunks, dehydrated mango and rice, and the author thinks it tastes like purgatory smells." ], [ "He is married to a woman.", "The codpiece puts off most women, thus he is not married. Yet.", "He is married to a man.", "He is married to his job." ] ]

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The Shopping Avenger was told", "that the Shopping Avenger would hear about this treatment and", "and special decals, but the Shopping Avenger seldom ventures outside", "this a shocking statement, but even the Shopping Avenger sometimes", "Rabbi S.'s case. To his surprise--the Shopping Avenger has", "time. The Shopping Avenger received no answer to this statement.", "the Shopping Avenger would like to tell his own tale", "of lawyers but instead the help of Shopping Avenger, who", "informed British Airways employee that the Shopping Avenger was America's" ], [ "not present. But then she told Rabbi S.'s wife: \"If", "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.", "Rabbi S., his", "Rabbi S. finally", "ticket counter, Rabbi S. was told that he wouldn't make", "TWA. 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She was then told that she would miss the flight, and then her children began crying, and then she began crying.", "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.", "had TWA book him on another flight, a Delta flight,", "of Southwest Airlines, the only airline that seems to actually", "meanwhile, got on the flight to Detroit. 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Whatever that means." ], [ "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!", "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.", "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", "course, know what happened next. The Shopping Avenger was told", "time. The Shopping Avenger received no answer to this statement.", "other end. The agent directed the Shopping Avenger to the", "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.", "The Shopping Avenger", "The Shopping Avenger", "statement. Instead, the Shopping Avenger was booked onto a later", "this a shocking statement, but even the Shopping Avenger sometimes", "that the Shopping Avenger would hear about this treatment and", "Rabbi S.'s case. To his surprise--the Shopping Avenger has", "to make the connection. However, the Shopping Avenger and several", "next episode, the Shopping Avenger will tell the story of", "the Shopping Avenger is wearing his cape and codpiece and", "for them. The Shopping Avenger would like to hear from" ], [ "The Shopping Avenger, while not identifying himself as the Shopping", "heard of the Shopping Avenger. To the Shopping Avenger's", "When the Shopping Avenger argued, in an increasingly less mild-mannered", "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.", "am told, is somewhere in Europe. The Shopping Avenger, who", "The Shopping Avenger", "The Shopping Avenger", "other end. The agent directed the Shopping Avenger to the", "the Shopping Avenger is wearing his cape and codpiece and", "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.", "statement. Instead, the Shopping Avenger was booked onto a later", "course, know what happened next. The Shopping Avenger was told", "that the Shopping Avenger would hear about this treatment and", "to make the connection. However, the Shopping Avenger and several", "the Shopping Avenger was given no recourse but to invoke", "this a shocking statement, but even the Shopping Avenger sometimes", "time. The Shopping Avenger received no answer to this statement.", "about U-Haul, and by now the Shopping Avenger has received", "informed British Airways employee that the Shopping Avenger was America's", "next episode, the Shopping Avenger will tell the story of" ] ]

[ "Old Tom Twilmaker has an obvious dedication to _____, and this is the most important driving factor in his life.", "What is Old Tom's plan for when he retires?", "What seems to be Shaeffer's driving motivation for accepting the mission?", "Why does Gi-Gi end up assisting Shaeffer?\n", "What seems to be Gi-Gi's motivating factor behind virtually all of the decisions she makes?", "What does Gi-Gi think about her fiance?", "What stops Gi-Gi from marrying?" ]

[ [ "Helping General Reuter stay sober.", "Helping the Itraians take the steps necessary to join the Galactic Federation.", "The Lord, Jesus Christ.", "The Trans-Universe Transport (TUT), where he proudly serves as its President." ], [ "He is determined to get the issues with the Itraians situated so that he can spend his retirement living in a cabin he plans to purchased there with part of his $250,000 per year salary.", "He has zero plans regarding retirement, as he plans to serve the people in his position until his death.", "He is going to happily walk away from his life of power and riches in exchange for that of a humble servant of the Lord, and his remaining years will be spent spreading the Lord's message", "Once he grooms Shaeffer to replace him as the president of the TUT, and then he plans to finish his days quietly surrounded by his family and loved ones." ], [ "He knows that accepting the mission is his destiny, and he knows it's useless to fight the inevitable.", "He is thrilled that the older men place so much faith in him, and he does not want to let them down.", "He is drawn to the prospect of the salary he is offered, and he references it multiple times.", "He needs to do whatever is necessary to get back to Gi-Gi, his true love who awaits him." ], [ "Shaeffer's plans fall directly in line with those of the Party, and that is where Gi-Gi's loyalties are.", "Even though it's doubtful, she thinks he could be the one to beat the system.", "Shaeffer bribes her, and she needs the money.", "She is in love with him." ], [ "Her need for excitement.", "Her love for Shaeffer.", "Her loyalty to the Party.", "Her love for her fiance." ], [ "He's a good guy, but he is boring.", "He is a good guy, and she is ready to follow him around the planet without question.", "He is a good guy, and she is lucky to be engaged to someone of his status. She truly loves him.", "He is a good guy, but he does not have ambition." ], [ "She does not believe in the idea.", "Her fiance is killed in the war with the TUT.", "Shaeffer cannot procure the paperwork necessary to marry legally.", "Her fiance broke off their engagement." ] ]

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[ [ "That man can change a world.\" Exhausted by the purity of his emotions,\n Old Tom sat back gasping to await the answer.", "When Capt. Shaeffer entered the luxurious eightieth story suite, Old\n Tom Twilmaker, the President of TUT, greeted him. With an arm around", "\"When it comes to such matters,\" Old Tom interjected hastily, \"I think\n first of the opportunities they bring to do good.\"", "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?\"", "Old Tom smiled the smile of the sorely beset and persecuted and said,\n \"You see, Merle, there's massive discontent among the population of", "\"Bob,\" Old Tom said, \"I really think you've had enough. Please, now.\n Our Master counsels moderation.\"", "Old Tom explained, \"The General is a patriot. We all respect him for\n it.\"\n\n\n \"I understand,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.", "\"Yes,\" Old Tom said. \"One dedicated man on Itra, preaching the ideas of\n Liberty—liberty with responsibility and property rights under one God.", "\"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.", "Old Tom rolled his eyes Heavenward and passed the bottle across. \"This\n is all you get. This is all I've got.\"", "\"Some day,\" Old Tom said at last, \"I'm going to take my leave of this.\n Yes, gentle Jesus! Oh, when I think of all the souls still refusing", "Sighing, Old Tom poured two bourbons from the bar in back of his desk\n and passed them over. Martyrdom sat heavily upon his brow.", "\"Good. Let's have a drink on that.\"\n\"Please be quiet, General,\" Old Tom said. \"Let me explain. You see,", "General Reuter moved about restlessly. Old Tom was serene and beatific.", "\"Yes sir,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.\n\n\n \"But did you know that the Lord has summoned you here today?\" Old Tom\n asked.", "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.", "The General signaled for another drink. With a sigh of exasperation,\n Old Tom complied.", "\"General, I'm afraid this is not entirely germane,\" Old Tom said\n stiffly.", "Old Tom slammed his fist on the desk. \"General, please! The boy isn't\n interested in all that.\"" ], [ "\"Good. Let's have a drink on that.\"\n\"Please be quiet, General,\" Old Tom said. \"Let me explain. You see,", "That man can change a world.\" Exhausted by the purity of his emotions,\n Old Tom sat back gasping to await the answer.", "\"Some day,\" Old Tom said at last, \"I'm going to take my leave of this.\n Yes, gentle Jesus! Oh, when I think of all the souls still refusing", "\"When it comes to such matters,\" Old Tom interjected hastily, \"I think\n first of the opportunities they bring to do good.\"", "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.", "Old Tom rolled his eyes Heavenward and passed the bottle across. \"This\n is all you get. This is all I've got.\"", "Old Tom smiled the smile of the sorely beset and persecuted and said,\n \"You see, Merle, there's massive discontent among the population of", "\"Bob,\" Old Tom said, \"I really think you've had enough. Please, now.\n Our Master counsels moderation.\"", "General Reuter moved about restlessly. Old Tom was serene and beatific.", "Sighing, Old Tom poured two bourbons from the bar in back of his desk\n and passed them over. Martyrdom sat heavily upon his brow.", "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 signaled for another drink. With a sigh of exasperation,\n Old Tom complied.", "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?\"", "Old Tom slammed his fist on the desk. \"General, please! The boy isn't\n interested in all that.\"", "\"General, I'm afraid this is not entirely germane,\" Old Tom said\n stiffly.", "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.\"", "\"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.", "\"Now, General,\" Old Tom said more sharply.", "When Capt. Shaeffer entered the luxurious eightieth story suite, Old\n Tom Twilmaker, the President of TUT, greeted him. With an arm around" ], [ "\"Yes sir,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.\n\n\n \"But did you know that the Lord has summoned you here today?\" Old Tom\n asked.", "At the end of his training, Shaeffer was taken by special bus to the\n New Mexican space port. A ship waited.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"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.", "In his cramped quarters, he dressed himself in Itraian-style clothing.\n Capt. Merle S. Shaeffer became Shamar the Worker.", "Old Tom explained, \"The General is a patriot. We all respect him for\n it.\"\n\n\n \"I understand,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.", "\"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", "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?\"", "When Capt. Shaeffer entered the luxurious eightieth story suite, Old\n Tom Twilmaker, the President of TUT, greeted him. With an arm around", "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.", "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.", "\"A quarter of a million dollars a year?\" Capt. Shaeffer asked at length.\nII", "She took his hand. Her hand was warm and gentle. \"Tell me, Shamar,\" she\n said. \"Tell me all about it.\"", "The car moved smoothly from the Defense Force Base, down the broad\n sixteen-lane highway, through the surrounding slum area and into Grants.\n\n\n Sight of the slums gave Shaeffer mixed emotions.", "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.", "\"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?\"", "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", "It took Shaeffer just short of three years to speak Itraian\n sufficiently well to convince non-Itraians that he spoke without accent.", "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." ], [ "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "In his cramped quarters, he dressed himself in Itraian-style clothing.\n Capt. Merle S. Shaeffer became Shamar the Worker.", "Old Tom explained, \"The General is a patriot. We all respect him for\n it.\"\n\n\n \"I understand,\" Capt. Shaeffer said.", "At the end of his training, Shaeffer was taken by special bus to the\n New Mexican space port. A ship waited.", "When Capt. Shaeffer entered the luxurious eightieth story suite, Old\n Tom Twilmaker, the President of TUT, greeted him. With an arm around", "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.", "\"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.", "She took his hand. Her hand was warm and gentle. \"Tell me, Shamar,\" she\n said. \"Tell me all about it.\"", "During the week alone in the cabin, Ge-Ge fell in love with Shamar.", "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", "\"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?\"", "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.", "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?\"", "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.", "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.", "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.\"", "\"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." ], [ "\"Oh ... I don't know what I want to do! If I marry him, I can get all\n the things I've always wanted. Position, security. He's older than I", "\"They'll behead you.\"\nShe laughed, not unkindly. \"If you could see yourself! How ridiculous", "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.", "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.", "During the week alone in the cabin, Ge-Ge fell in love with Shamar.", "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", "\"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", "\"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.", "\"What's in the field pack?\" she asked. \"Money? How much?\" She moved\n toward it. He half rose to stop her, but by then she had it partly", "\"Why would you run a risk like that for me?\" he asked.\nShe brushed the hair from her face. \"Let's say—what? I don't really", "\"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.", "\"You're mad.\" She faced him from across the room. She stood with her\n legs apart, firmly set. \"Well, I don't care what happens any more. I", "or something.\" She turned away from him. \"But of course, that's\n neither here nor there, is it? I never imagined an adventurer type", "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", "Thereafter she came nearly every evening. They would eat and she would\n reveal the inconsequential details of the office regime to which she", "open. \"My,\" she said, bringing out a thick sheaf of bills. She rippled\n them sensuously. \"Pretty. Very, very pretty.\" She examined them for", "at the earring, and one hand went to it caressingly. She smiled that\n universal feminine smile of security and recklessness, of invitation\n and rejection.", "\"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.", "together, behind closed doors and drawn shades. Nobody will ever know\n about us. We'll be the invisible people.\"" ], [ "She opened her eyes wide and studied him above a thumbnail which she\n tasted with her teeth. \"I'm engaged to Von Stutsman—\" as the name", "\"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.", "\"Oh ... I don't know what I want to do! If I marry him, I can get all\n the things I've always wanted. Position, security. He's older than I", "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.\"", "\"You're engaged,\" he noted.", "During the week alone in the cabin, Ge-Ge fell in love with Shamar.", "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.", "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", "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!\"", "\"I'll get married and sit out there, and I'll turn the pages of the\n Party magazine and smile sweetly to myself. Because, you see, I'll", "or something.\" She turned away from him. \"But of course, that's\n neither here nor there, is it? I never imagined an adventurer type", "\"No.\"\n\n\n \"You in the Party?\" she said. She was teasing him now. Then, suddenly:\n \"Neither am I, but I guess I'll have to join if I become Mrs. Von\n Stutsman.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.", "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.", "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.\"", "\"They'll behead you.\"\nShe laughed, not unkindly. \"If you could see yourself! How ridiculous", "She took his hand. Her hand was warm and gentle. \"Tell me, Shamar,\" she\n said. \"Tell me all about it.\"", "They were silent for a moment.\n\n\n Then she spoke, and he was frozen in terror, all thoughts but of\n self-preservation washed from his mind.", "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." ], [ "\"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.", "\"Oh ... I don't know what I want to do! If I marry him, I can get all\n the things I've always wanted. Position, security. He's older than I", "\"No.\"\n\n\n \"You in the Party?\" she said. She was teasing him now. Then, suddenly:\n \"Neither am I, but I guess I'll have to join if I become Mrs. Von\n Stutsman.\"", "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.", "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", "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!\"", "During the week alone in the cabin, Ge-Ge fell in love with Shamar.", "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.", "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", "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.\"", "\"I'll get married and sit out there, and I'll turn the pages of the\n Party magazine and smile sweetly to myself. Because, you see, I'll", "She opened her eyes wide and studied him above a thumbnail which she\n tasted with her teeth. \"I'm engaged to Von Stutsman—\" as the name", "\"They'll behead you.\"\nShe laughed, not unkindly. \"If you could see yourself! How ridiculous", "\"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.", "or something.\" She turned away from him. \"But of course, that's\n neither here nor there, is it? I never imagined an adventurer type", "They were silent for a moment.\n\n\n Then she spoke, and he was frozen in terror, all thoughts but of\n self-preservation washed from his mind.", "\"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.", "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.", "He felt panic, but he choked it back and followed her. Apparently he\n had horribly mispronounced his own name. It was as though, in English", "She took his hand. Her hand was warm and gentle. \"Tell me, Shamar,\" she\n said. \"Tell me all about it.\"" ] ]

[ "As the story opens, what unusual event is taking place on the surface of the planet very frequently?", "What has made Schlossberg feel akin to a high school student in terms of his experience as a scientist?", "For the crew, what is the difference between waiting on the planet's surface or in space for departure?", "According to the Captian, what is the problem with having the desire to go on a space adventure?", "What does the communications expert want to go exploring with them one last time?", "How is the orbit of the planet described at this time?", "What, do they decide will give Mercury a temporary atmosphere?", "Why is staying in the ship no safer than staying on the planet's surface?", "What makes Zaino hesitate when he gets off of the tractor." ]

[ [ "There is a hurricane.", "There is a snowstorm.", "A severe tidal wave.", "Earthquakes." ], [ "He does not understand why Mercury has changed suddenly.", "He was unequipped to handle the demands of this journey from the start.", "He cannot figure out the issue that is keeping their ship from being operational.", "He is unable to get the radio connection to work so he can communicate with his entire team." ], [ "If they wait on the planet, they could be harmed by the seismic activity that is occurring.", "It is safer to wait in space because that is more stable. ", "There really is no difference to their safety one way or the other.", "It is safer to wait on the surface because it is more stable. " ], [ "They will never be able to share their adventure with anyone because they are unable to speak of what occurs while they are on their mission.", "That desire, accompanied by space sickness, will make a person go mad, and they will never be able to coherently speak of their time in space.", "That desire often pulls the person away from their family and friends and becomes their only obsession in life.", "If anyone has ever truly had a space adventure, they have not lived to tell about it." ], [ "He is bored and does not want to be left behind.", "He doesn't want to go, per se. He is forced to go on every mission.", "He knows it is an adventure of a lifetime.", "He must perform maintenance on the communications system if they are to be able to contact anyone from their home planet." ], [ "tranquil", "stable", "diverse", "scary" ], [ "Nothing", "What is the equivalent of volcanic activity.", "Global warming", "An increased amount of Carbon dioxide due to the visitors" ], [ "They are able to run if invaders get to them outside of the ship.", "Deadly gasses are apt to enter the ship.", "It is always safer inside than it is outside.", "If something erupted, the shit would not survive the heat from the lava." ], [ "He instinctually wants to help the woman who has been left to do \"man's work.\"", "He is alarmed by what is going on on the planet's service.", "He is afraid the tractor is going fall into a hole.", "He does not really want to go back to the ship." ] ]

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[ [ "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 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.", "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", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "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", "\"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!\"", "HOT PLANET\nBy HAL CLEMENT\n\n\n Illustrated by FINLAY\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "molten. They supposed that much—perhaps most—of the surface around\n the \"twilight\" belt had been flooded by this very liquid lava, which", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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", "that recombination of molecules with their radiation-freed electrons\n was rapid. Only occasional streamers of ionized gas reached far over\n Darkside. As these thinned out, so did radio reception. Camille", "celestial objects such as Earth. Even with the tractor's lights it was\n getting harder to spot crevasses and seismometer markers. Zaino quickly", "Mardikian, the geophysicist, shrugged. \"Just what you'd expect ... on\n a planet which has at least one quake in each fifty-mile-square area", "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.", "cracks running from its sides were definitely spreading. The two men\n reached the\nAlbireo\nlater than Hargedon had promised, and found" ], [ "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", "\"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.", "\"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", "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 youngster was almost unbearably cocky. Schlossberg hoped, as they\n returned to the\nAlbireo\n, that no one would murder the communications", "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.", "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", "\"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?\"", "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", "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", "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.", "The biologist grimaced. \"I've been shown two hundred and sixteen\n different samples of rock and dust. I have examined in detail twelve", "The mineralogist's voice contained at least as much professional\n enthusiasm as alarm, but everyone listening must have thought promptly", "\"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.\"", "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,", "\"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.", "\"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!\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"" ], [ "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.", "\"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", "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", "\"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.\"", "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?\"", "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", "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,", "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.", "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", "\"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!\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "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", "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", "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.", "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 cabin was pretty cramped, even though some of the equipment had\n been attached outside. The men could not expect much comfort for the\n next week.", "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.", "whether the next quake will come in one minute or five. I haven't even\n had to fix a suit-radio since we touched down. How about my going out", "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" ], [ "\"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", "\"If you want adventure, you made a mistake exploring space. The only\n space adventures I've heard of are second-hand stories built on", "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", "\"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!\"", "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?\"", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"Can't think of anything else?\" the captain asked. \"Well, neither can\n I, but of course it's not my field. I'd give a year's pay if I could.\n How long before they should be back in range?\"", "\"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", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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", "\"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", "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.", "Zaino responded at once. \"We got most of it, Doctor. Do you really\n think the ship is in danger?\"", "Hargedon shrugged. \"I suppose it was also just your luck that sent you\n on a Darkside trip? You know the radio stuff. You knew we couldn't", "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.", "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." ], [ "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", "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.", "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?\"", "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.", "\"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!\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"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", "\"Can't think of anything else?\" the captain asked. \"Well, neither can\n I, but of course it's not my field. I'd give a year's pay if I could.\n How long before they should be back in range?\"", "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", "\"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?\"", "\"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", "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.", "\"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", "\"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", "\"We can keep you busy, all right. But how about taking a transmitter up\n one of those mountains? That would get your wave farther.\"", "\"Come on, Arnie. We'll have to suit up to see the equipment; it's\n outside.\"", "whether the next quake will come in one minute or five. I haven't even\n had to fix a suit-radio since we touched down. How about my going out", "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", "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" ], [ "apart along the planet-to-sun line, while at aphelion the tidal force\n is less and the little world's own gravity tries to bring it back to", "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", "\"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", "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", "\"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.\"", "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.", "However, the sun sank as they traveled west. In two hours its lower rim\n would have been on the horizon, had they been able to see the horizon;", "\"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.\"", "HOT PLANET\nBy HAL CLEMENT\n\n\n Illustrated by FINLAY\n\n\n [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from", "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", "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.", "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", "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.", "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?\"", "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", "celestial objects such as Earth. Even with the tractor's lights it was\n getting harder to spot crevasses and seismometer markers. Zaino quickly", "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", "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", "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", "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." ], [ "\"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", "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", "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", "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", "temporary atmosphere.", "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?\"", "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,", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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", "If the energy can't leak out—and Mercury's rocks conduct heat no\n better than those of Earth—the temperature must rise.", "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", "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", "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", "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", "The idea was reasonable. It had, the astronomer admitted, been\n suggested long before to account for supposed vulcanism on the moon.", "\"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!\"" ], [ "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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"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!\"", "Zaino responded at once. \"We got most of it, Doctor. Do you really\n think the ship is in danger?\"", "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.", "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", "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", "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.", "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", "\"If you want adventure, you made a mistake exploring space. The only\n space adventures I've heard of are second-hand stories built on", "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", "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", "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", "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,", "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.\"", "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", "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.", "\"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.\"" ], [ "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", "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", "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", "hour or two.\" Zaino made no answer, suspecting with some justice that\n anything he said would be wrong.", "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 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,", "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.", "\"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", "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.", "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.\"", "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", "\"Very well. Stay outside when you arrive; I'll want to go right out in\n the tractor to get a closer look.\" She cut off.", "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.", "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.", "There was enough in it, however, to seize the attention of the two men\n in the tractor.", "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.", "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.", "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", "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", "the wheel, Zaino still at his radio and both of them still uncertain\n whether any of the calls had gotten through." ] ]

[ "Why is Ann initially disappointed with Jeff?", "How does Snader explain the interworkings of time travel?", "In their initial conversation, what does Snader say that startles Jeff?", "How does Snader convince Jeff to agree to go with him back in time?", "Once in the room where the time travel is to begin, what does Snader speak of that should have served as a warning for Jeff to turn back?", "What is ironic about Jeff's comment, \"Fun, hey? Like Alice Through the Looking-Glass.\"", "How could the changes between Jeff and Ann tell they are no longer in their time?", "What is the one constant that Jeff notices between the two periods?", "What is the purpose of bringing Jeff to the past?", "How did Bullen know that Jeff and Ann would get arrested if they left on their own?" ]

[ [ "He does not want to talk to Snader, but she is interested in what he has to say.", "He is overmedicating.", "He refuses to take his medication.", "He lost his lease and job." ], [ "He says that it's like walking through an invisible wall. ", "He says that it is not for him to explain, and Jeff will have to ask the higher authorities to explain it.", "He says that it is too technical to explain. Basically, all Jeff needs to know is that it does, in fact, work.", "He says that it's not like a movie, never changing. Time and space are always changing." ], [ "Snader tells Jeff that if he does not agree to go with him, Ann's life is in danger.", "He calls Jeff by name.", "Snader tells Jeff that he is being hired by a corporation to give them a particular technology before anyone else can use it.", "Snader tells Jeff he is going back in time to fix a problem, and if doesn't the world could end." ], [ "He tells him he will be able to see Ann's father again.", "He tells Jeff that he is going to save the world.", "He tells Jeff that if he does not go, Ann will get hurt.", "He tells Jeff he has nothing to lose." ], [ "Snader doesn't speak anymore at all, and that was a warning in and of itself.", "Snader tells Jeff about how small changes he makes in the past can change the future.", "Snader tells Jeff that prisoners are forced to time travel rather than be executed.", "Snader tells Jeff about the mission he was brought to do and how it is very dishonest and amoral." ], [ "Alice does not have fun because she is captured by the queen and the queen of the land they ended up in is about to hold them captive, as well. ", "Alice does not have fun because the queen cuts off her head, and they are about to be in mortal danger, too.", "Alice does not have fun because a monster actually comes through the mission and tries to kill her. They will not have a fun adventure either.", "Alice didn't go through a looking-glass. She fell down a rabbit hole, and they are about to fall down one, as well." ], [ "There is no noticeable difference, and they are never convinced that they have gone to a different time.", "The changes between the two time periods are very subtle. In many ways, they would have not noticed some of them if they hadn't been trying to find a difference to see if they were in the past.", "There are no similarities between the two times.", "The way the couple dresses is futuristic in comparison to the people they see in the past." ], [ "The natural objects of the area are the same.", "There are virtually no similarities.", "Everything is the same.", "The language has remained constant." ], [ "He has knowledge of how to create a vehicle that revolutionizes the world, and a businessman wants that technology before anyone else can get it.", "He holds the key to a cure for an impending epidemic.", "He has knowledge of how to create a cellular device, and a businessman wants that technology before anyone else can get it.", "He has knowledge of how to create a colored television and a businessman wants that technology before anyone else can get it." ], [ "He knows that their currency will not be accepted, so they have no money to live on, and that will eventually cause them trouble with the law.", "He called the police and told them that the couple was illegally in the country,", "There were wanted posters of the couple everywhere.", "He knew that their language would give away their secret." ] ]

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[ [ "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 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.", "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", "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", "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.\"", "Ann clung to Jeff. \"Did you notice the house we came out of?\"\n\n\n \"What about it?\"", "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.", "\"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 gave him a hard grin. \"You hear everything upstairs.\"\n\n\n The building appeared harmless enough. Jeff looked thoughtfully at 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.", "Jeff and Ann blinked in mystification. Then they remembered his\n instruction to watch the other screen. They turned. After a moment, 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", "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.\"", "\"This is no ordinary oddball,\" Jeff told Ann. \"He's tricky. He's got\n some gimmick.\"", "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.", "The fellow seemed to be watching him and Ann. Something in his\n confident gaze made Jeff uneasy. Had they met before?", "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", "\"You're still the smartest color engineer in television,\" Ann told Jeff\n as they dallied with their food. \"You'll bounce back. Now eat your\n supper.\"" ], [ "\"Somebody worked hard on this layout,\" he said to Snader. \"What's it\n for?\"\n\n\n \"Time travel,\" said Snader. \"You like?\"", "Ann was enjoying this. \"Tell me more, Mr. Snader. How does your time\n travel work?\"", "\"They did,\" Snader said. \"No movie. Time travelers. In fourth\n dimension. To you, they look like flat picture. To them, we look flat.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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.", "Snader seemed amused. \"You are foolish fellow. Silly talk about ransom.\n You in different time now.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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", "\"Cannot explain. Same if you are asked how subway train works. Too\n complicated.\" He flashed his white teeth. \"You think time travel not\n possible. Just like television not possible to your grandfather.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Simple,\" Snader said. \"I rode to next station. Then crossed over. Took\n other carrier back here.\"", "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.", "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.", "\"Your car is in future,\" Snader said briskly. \"Where it belong. Get\n in.\" He opened the door of the limousine.", "\"Snader,\" he said, \"if you're kidnaping us, you made a mistake. Nobody\n on Earth will pay ransom for us.\"", "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,", "\"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.\"", "The man waved his thick hand at the clock, as if to abolish time.\n \"Time? That is nothing. Your little lady. She spoke of go back five\n years. Maybe I help you.\"" ], [ "\"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 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 gave him a hard grin. \"You hear everything upstairs.\"\n\n\n The building appeared harmless enough. Jeff looked thoughtfully at Ann.", "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?\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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", "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 yelled, \"Easy, man! Look where you're going!\"\n\n\n Snader guffawed. \"Tonight, you look where you are going.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "Snader moved ahead to the cashier's stand. Jeff watched the weasel-like\n grace of his short, broad body.", "\"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 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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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," ], [ "\"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.", "\"Somebody worked hard on this layout,\" he said to Snader. \"What's it\n for?\"\n\n\n \"Time travel,\" said Snader. \"You like?\"", "\"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 seemed amused. \"You are foolish fellow. Silly talk about ransom.\n You in different time now.\"", "Ann was enjoying this. \"Tell me more, Mr. Snader. How does your time\n travel work?\"", "\"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.\"", "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 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 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 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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"Your car is in future,\" Snader said briskly. \"Where it belong. Get\n in.\" He opened the door of the limousine.", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "Bullen nodded. \"You get the rest of your pay when Elliott proves out.\"\n\n\n \"Here, wait a minute!\" Jeff called. But Snader was gone.", "\"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.\"" ], [ "\"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.", "\"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 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 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 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.\"", "Ann was enjoying this. \"Tell me more, Mr. Snader. How does your time\n travel work?\"", "\"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 seemed amused. \"You are foolish fellow. Silly talk about ransom.\n You in different time now.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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.\"", "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?\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "\"Your car is in future,\" Snader said briskly. \"Where it belong. Get\n in.\" He opened the door of the limousine.", "Snader gave him a hard grin. \"You hear everything upstairs.\"\n\n\n The building appeared harmless enough. Jeff looked thoughtfully at Ann.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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" ], [ "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.", "\"'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.\"", "Ann jumped up. \"It might be fun, Jeff. Let's see what he means, if\n anything.\"", "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 yelled, \"Easy, man! Look where you're going!\"\n\n\n Snader guffawed. \"Tonight, you look where you are going.\"", "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.\"", "\"It's the name of the country I come from,\" Jeff said carefully.\n \"I—uh—got on the wrong train, apparently, and must have come further\n than I thought. What's the name of this place?\"", "Jeff felt a little flame of excitement licking inside him. Something\n was happening, he felt. Something exciting and dangerous.", "Jeff looked at the street again. He secretly admitted to himself\n that these were different trees and houses than he remembered. Even", "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.", "\"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.\"", "As a matter of fact, he did. His thick-fleshed face bore a scar and\n his nose was broad and flat, as if it had been broken. But Jeff\n politely agreed that he did not look damaged.", "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.\"", "\"Find ones like you, Mr. Elliott. Ones who want change, escape.\"\nJeff was slightly startled. How did this fellow know his name was\n Elliott?", "\"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.", "Jeff and Ann blinked in mystification. Then they remembered his\n instruction to watch the other screen. They turned. After a moment, in", "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 clung to Jeff. \"Did you notice the house we came out of?\"\n\n\n \"What about it?\"", "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 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", "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?\"", "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 looked at the street again. He secretly admitted to himself\n that these were different trees and houses than he remembered. Even", "\"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.\"", "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 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.", "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", "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.\"", "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 jumped up. \"It might be fun, Jeff. Let's see what he means, if\n anything.\"", "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", "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 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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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", "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 looked at the street again. He secretly admitted to himself\n that these were different trees and houses than he remembered. Even", "Jeff felt a little flame of excitement licking inside him. Something\n was happening, he felt. Something exciting and dangerous.", "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.", "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 and Ann blinked in mystification. Then they remembered his\n instruction to watch the other screen. They turned. After a moment, in", "As a matter of fact, he did. His thick-fleshed face bore a scar and\n his nose was broad and flat, as if it had been broken. But Jeff\n politely agreed that he did not look damaged.", "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.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "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 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'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 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", "Ante\n, and to\n the right with the word\nPost\n.\nJeff studied the big screens. On each, a picture was in motion. One", "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 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 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 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", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "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.", "\"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?\"", "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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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'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.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"They can go back. What they do when arrive? Depends on them.\"\n\n\n \"Don't you wish it were true?\" she sighed to Jeff.", "Jeff felt a little flame of excitement licking inside him. Something\n was happening, he felt. Something exciting and dangerous.", "Jeff and Ann blinked in mystification. Then they remembered his\n instruction to watch the other screen. They turned. After a moment, in", "\"Somebody worked hard on this layout,\" he said to Snader. \"What's it\n for?\"\n\n\n \"Time travel,\" said Snader. \"You like?\"", "\"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.", "\"Find ones like you, Mr. Elliott. Ones who want change, escape.\"\nJeff was slightly startled. How did this fellow know his name was\n Elliott?", "\"You mean you come from the future?\"\n\n\n \"Just different time. I show you. You come with me?\"", "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", "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.", "Bullen nodded. \"You get the rest of your pay when Elliott proves out.\"\n\n\n \"Here, wait a minute!\" Jeff called. But Snader was gone.", "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.", "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 and Ann blinked in mystification. Then they remembered his\n instruction to watch the other screen. They turned. After a moment, in", "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 jumped up. \"It might be fun, Jeff. Let's see what he means, if\n anything.\"", "Ann clung to Jeff. \"Did you notice the house we came out of?\"\n\n\n \"What about it?\"", "\"Wish joy, Mr. Elliott,\" the man said coolly. \"I am one of Mr. Bullen's\n barmen. You know, represent at law? He sent me to arrange your release,\n if you are ready to be reasonable.\"", "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", "Jeff stood up. \"Don't tell me who I'll work for.\"\nBullen slapped a big fist on the arm of his chair. \"No fog about this!", "\"Sit still,\" Bullen growled to Jeff. \"You understand radioptics?\"\n\n\n The blood went to Jeff's head. \"My business is television, if that's\n what you mean. What's this about?\"", "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.\"", "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.", "Snader gave him a hard grin. \"You hear everything upstairs.\"\n\n\n The building appeared harmless enough. Jeff looked thoughtfully at 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.", "The fellow seemed to be watching him and Ann. Something in his\n confident gaze made Jeff uneasy. Had they met before?", "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.\"", "\"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.\"" ] ]

[ "How do Curt and Louise differ in their opinions about the war?", "Why does Dell leave his position?", "Why is Curt the one sent to try to get Dell to return to work?", "What do Curt and Louise find to be very unusual about Dell's farmland?", "Upon seeing Dell, what surprises Curt the most?", "Why does Dell not want to come back in order to finish the work that he began?", "How do Dell's and Curt's views differ in relation to the work that they do?", "Why does Curt tell Dell he is full of himself?", "Why does Dell invite Curt to come to his farm?", "Why does Dell finally agree to allow Curt to go get a doctor for him?" ]

[ [ "Curt is anti-war. Period. Louise is a patriot and believes whatever the country as a whole believes. ", "Curt is a patriot and believes whatever the country as a whole believes. Louise is anit-war. Period.", "Curt believes that the war is relevant, and that is why he is so preoccupied with it. Louise is put off by all of the talks about the war. The way Curt carries on makes her feel hopeless.", "Curt believes that there is no point in the war, therefore, there is no point in discussing it. Louise believes that it is the ONLY thing they should be concerned with." ], [ "He was fired.", "He was ready to get away from the city and move to his uncle's farm to carry on the family tradition in agriculture.", "He wanted to wash his hands of everything he was involved in through work because too many lives had been lost due to his scientific breakthroughs.", "He retired, as his time had been served." ], [ "Dell knows that if Curt comes, Louise will come, too. Dell is in love with Louise, and they are really hoping that she can get him to come back.", "Curt is the only person Dell has had contact with since his departure, so they feel that he is the only choice.", "They know that Curt and Dell are friends, and Curt is the only one who might hold enough influence over Dell to get him to agree to return.", "Curt is known for being able to persuade people one way or the other. If they will not listen to reason, he carries a gun just in case." ], [ "It is a strange, unpleasant color.", "There is a huge expanse of land, but much of it appears to be like a desert, which is not conducive for gardening or the area of the country they are in.", "It is the lushest patch of land they have ever seen. It is obvious why his veggies are superior to any other.", "There doesn't appear to be enough land for Dell to be able to produce the number of veggies he grows and distributes." ], [ "Dell looks sick. Very sick.", "Dell has hired a person who is obviously some form of a disease carrier, and that man is involved in the production of food others consume.", "Dell looks so much more healthy and happy than Curt ever thought possible. He is struggling with whether or not to try and pressure Dell to return.", "Dell had taken a wife and not told Curt about it." ], [ "He is being held on his farm by a cult, and if he leaves, they will not only kill Dell, they will also kill his friends.", "He doesn't have a real reason. He is just \"over it.\"", "He knows that once he gives them what they want, they will add on to it and want even more. Leading to mass destruction eventually.", "He has dementia, and he knows he will be unable to perform his duties." ], [ "Curt believes that there has never been any real importance in their work. Dell sees all of the relevancy in it, and he is proud to be part of it.", "Dell believes that there has never been any real importance in their work. Curt sees all of the relevancy in it, and he is proud to be part of it.", "Dell is of the mindset that you cannot hold the people who create the technology used to kill people during wartime. They did not make the call to use it, so they cannot be responsible. Curt believes just the opposite. He believes that they are ultimately more responsible than anyone.", "Curt is of the mindset that you cannot hold the people who create the technology used to kill people during wartime. They did not make the call to use it, so they cannot be responsible. Dell believes just the opposite. He believes that they are ultimately more responsible than anyone." ], [ "Dell feels that he is the best farmer in the region, and he does not know why he has waited so long to do this work.", "Dell knows he was the best scientist in the country. He is not surprised that they want him to come back. He knows they cannot function without him, and he is proud of that.", "Dell believes that he was smarter than anyone involved in his project, and he left because someone was trying to challenge his intelligence. He refused to stand for it, so he left knowing that they would beg him to return.", "Dell feels he is solely responsible for the mass destruction caused by the war. Curt tells him that he didn't do it alone. There was a team of scientists working on the project." ], [ "He needs to like Curt know that upon his death, Curt will inherit the farm.", "He knows his time is limited, and he wants Curt to take over the work he was currently involved in.", "He knows that Curt will bring Lousie, and he is in love with her.", "He is isolated on the farm, and he just wanted to visit with his old friend." ], [ "He is very sick, and he knows that seeking medical attention is his only hope.", "Dell sees it as the opportunity to send Curt to the people he will be working with after Dell dies, so he gives Curt the directions to their location and tells him that is how to get to the doctor.", "Dell is afraid that he will not be able to pay the doctor for his services, and he is embarrased.", "Dell does not want Curt and Lousie to see him in such a state, so it will get them out of the house so he can die alone." ] ]

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[ [ "Curt turned his head so sharply that Louise laughed.", "\"Curt, my boy! And Louise! I thought you weren't going to show up at\n all.\"", "Louise's smile grew tight and thin. \"Don't any of you ever think of\n anything but the next war—\nany\nof you?\"\n\n\n \"How can we? We're fighting it right now.\"", "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", "\"I'll go for a doctor,\" said Curt. \"Who have you had? Louise will stay\n with you.\"", "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.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "\"Hard to tell,\" Curt said, unconsciously speeding up again. \"After\n the war, when the atomic scientists were publicly examining their", "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.\"", "\"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", "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.\"", "They whirled at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Louise uttered a\n startled cry.", "anti-war, even, perhaps, anti-American or pro-Russian. I am not against\n just wars, but I am against unjust slaughter. And I love America too\n much to let her destroy herself along with the enemy.\"", "\"I just can't understand him, Curt. I think he's right in a way, but\n what brought\nhim\nto that viewpoint?\"", "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.", "\"What's the matter with you?\" Curt asked, stupefied. \"Dell's dying. He\n needs help.\"\n\n\n \"Get in here!\"", "\"We wondered about this truck,\" Louise commented brightly, trying to\n change the subject. \"We finally gave up on it.\"", "\"I can't quarrel with your ideals,\" said Curt softly. \"But national\n boundary lines do, actually, divide the scientists of the world into\n armed camps.\"" ], [ "\"That's what Dell said in the days just before he quit. He said we\n didn't\nhave", "\"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.\"", "\"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?\"", "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.\"", "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", "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.", "\"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", "?\" 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.", "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", "\"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", "\"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", "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", "\"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 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.\"", "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", "One said, \"Well, that's the end of Dell. We'll soon know now if we're\n on the right track, or if we've botched it. Carlson will call when he's\n computed it.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"You're not going to call,\" said Sark wearily. \"And we assumed\n responsibility for Dell's death long ago. Sit down!\"", "\"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." ], [ "\"What's the matter with you?\" Curt asked, stupefied. \"Dell's dying. He\n needs help.\"\n\n\n \"Get in here!\"", "\"Yes,\" said Curt shakenly. \"We're friends of his.\"\n\n\n \"Dell's in back. I'll tell him you're 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", "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 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.\"", "\"This is Curtis Johnson,\" said Brown. \"He got lost looking for a doctor\n for Dell.\"", "\"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'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", "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.\"", "\"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—\"", "Curt nodded bitterly. \"He told me it was the quickest way to get to a\n doctor.\"", "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.", "For an instant it seemed to Curt that a flicker of humor touched the\n corners of Dell's mouth. Then the lines tightened down again.", "\"If Dell is dead, you murdered him!\" Curt shouted.", "\"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?\"", "Curt leaped from the bed and wrestled into his bathrobe. As he hurried\n toward Dell's room, there was another deep groan that ended in a\n shuddering sob of unbearable agony.", "\"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", "\"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?\"", "\"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", "\"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?\"" ], [ "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", "\"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", "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.\"", "\"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?\"", "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.", "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", "\"Dr. Hamon Dell, world's foremost biochemist—and truck farmer,\" Curt\n muttered as he swung the car off the highway.", "Curt turned his head so sharply that Louise laughed.", "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.", "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.", "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.", "\"Yes,\" said Curt shakenly. \"We're friends of his.\"\n\n\n \"Dell's in back. I'll tell him you're here.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.", "\"What's the matter with you?\" Curt asked, stupefied. \"Dell's dying. He\n needs help.\"\n\n\n \"Get in here!\"", "\"Curt, my boy! And Louise! I thought you weren't going to show up at\n all.\"", "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", "For an instant it seemed to Curt that a flicker of humor touched the\n corners of Dell's mouth. Then the lines tightened down again.", "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.", "!\"\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'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", "\"Yes,\" said Curt shakenly. \"We're friends of his.\"\n\n\n \"Dell's in back. I'll tell him you're here.\"", "\"What's the matter with you?\" Curt asked, stupefied. \"Dell's dying. He\n needs help.\"\n\n\n \"Get in here!\"", "For an instant it seemed to Curt that a flicker of humor touched the\n corners of Dell's mouth. Then the lines tightened down again.", "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", "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", "\"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", "\"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—\"", "\"If Dell is dead, you murdered him!\" Curt shouted.", "\"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?\"", "A heavy step sounded abruptly and Dell's shaggy head appeared from\n around the end of the truck. His face lighted with pleasure.", "Curt leaped from the bed and wrestled into his bathrobe. As he hurried\n toward Dell's room, there was another deep groan that ended in a\n shuddering sob of unbearable agony.", "\"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?\"", "\"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", "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", "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?\"", "\"This is Curtis Johnson,\" said Brown. \"He got lost looking for a doctor\n for Dell.\"", "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", "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.", "\"Dr. Hamon Dell, world's foremost biochemist—and truck farmer,\" Curt\n muttered as he swung the car off the highway." ], [ "\"That's what Dell said in the days just before he quit. He said we\n didn't\nhave", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"What's the matter with you?\" Curt asked, stupefied. \"Dell's dying. He\n needs help.\"\n\n\n \"Get in here!\"", "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.\"", "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.", "\"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", "\"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", "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", "\"You're not going to call,\" said Sark wearily. \"And we assumed\n responsibility for Dell's death long ago. Sit down!\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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?\"", "?\" 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.", "\"Yes,\" said Curt shakenly. \"We're friends of his.\"\n\n\n \"Dell's in back. I'll tell him you're here.\"", "\"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.", "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", "quit—and be sure of staying alive. His own walking out was no more\n than a futile gesture.\"", "\"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—\"", "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", "\"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!\"", "\"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", "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", "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", "\"Yes,\" said Curt shakenly. \"We're friends of his.\"\n\n\n \"Dell's in back. I'll tell him you're 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", "\"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 an instant it seemed to Curt that a flicker of humor touched the\n corners of Dell's mouth. Then the lines tightened down again.", "\"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?\"", "\"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—\"", "\"This is Curtis Johnson,\" said Brown. \"He got lost looking for a doctor\n for Dell.\"", "\"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?\"", "\"If Dell is dead, you murdered him!\" Curt shouted.", "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 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.\"", "Curt leaped from the bed and wrestled into his bathrobe. As he hurried\n toward Dell's room, there was another deep groan that ended in a\n shuddering sob of unbearable agony.", "We're the mercenaries of the new day, Curt, you and I. Once there was\n honor in our profession. We searched for truth for its own sake, and", "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.", "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—\"", "One said, \"Well, that's the end of Dell. We'll soon know now if we're\n on the right track, or if we've botched it. Carlson will call when he's\n computed it.\"" ], [ "\"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", "\"Yes,\" said Curt shakenly. \"We're friends of his.\"\n\n\n \"Dell's in back. I'll tell him you're here.\"", "\"If Dell is dead, you murdered him!\" Curt shouted.", "\"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'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", "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", "\"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 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?\"", "\"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—\"", "\"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?\"", "For an instant it seemed to Curt that a flicker of humor touched the\n corners of Dell's mouth. Then the lines tightened down again.", "\"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", "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.\"", "\"This is Curtis Johnson,\" said Brown. \"He got lost looking for a doctor\n for Dell.\"", "\"Dr. Hamon Dell, world's foremost biochemist—and truck farmer,\" Curt\n muttered as he swung the car off the highway.", "Curt nodded bitterly. \"He told me it was the quickest way to get to a\n doctor.\"", "\"Perhaps you are one of those who regard your accomplishments with\n pride,\" Sark went on savagely, ignoring or unaware of Curt's fear and", "\"—And the brass riding you as if they expected you to win another war\n for them tomorrow afternoon,\" said Dell. \"I remember.\"", "\"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.\"" ], [ "\"What's the matter with you?\" Curt asked, stupefied. \"Dell's dying. He\n needs help.\"\n\n\n \"Get in here!\"", "\"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", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"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?\"", "\"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?\"", "\"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", "\"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—\"", "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", "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", "\"Dr. Hamon Dell, world's foremost biochemist—and truck farmer,\" Curt\n muttered as he swung the car off the highway.", "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.", "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.", "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.\"", "\"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", "\"If Dell is dead, you murdered him!\" Curt shouted.", "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.\"", "For an instant it seemed to Curt that a flicker of humor touched the\n corners of Dell's mouth. Then the lines tightened down again.", "\"This is Curtis Johnson,\" said Brown. \"He got lost looking for a doctor\n for Dell.\"" ], [ "\"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!\"", "\"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—\"", "Curt nodded bitterly. \"He told me it was the quickest way to get to a\n doctor.\"", "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", "\"Yes,\" said Curt shakenly. \"We're friends of his.\"\n\n\n \"Dell's in back. I'll tell him you're here.\"", "\"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.\"", "Curt leaped from the bed and wrestled into his bathrobe. As he hurried\n toward Dell's room, there was another deep groan that ended in a\n shuddering sob of unbearable agony.", "\"I'll go for a doctor,\" said Curt. \"Who have you had? Louise will stay\n with you.\"", "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.\"", "\"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", "\"This is Curtis Johnson,\" said Brown. \"He got lost looking for a doctor\n for Dell.\"", "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", "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", "\"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?\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "Curt stared with pity at the great scientist whose mind had so\n disintegrated. \"You need a doctor. I'll call a hospital, Johns Hopkins,\n if you want.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"If Dell is dead, you murdered him!\" Curt shouted." ] ]

[ "How does Cassal know the intentions of the man who is following him?", "What seems to be the stalker's issue with Cassal? ", "What does the stalker feel in regards to killing Cassal?", "What is Cassal's weapon against his stalker?", "How does Dimanche help Cassal fight the stalker?", "What critical mistake does Dimanche make in regards to the stalker?", "What does Cassal hope to achieve by going to the Travelers Aid Bureau?", "How is the First Counselor close to right about why Cassal is trying to get to Tunney 21?", "What happened to Cassal's transport to Tunney 21?", "What does the First Counselor mention to Cassal about the instantaneous radio?" ]

[ [ "He knows the man's intention because Cassal has spies all over the planet looking out for him.", "He is aware of the man's intentions because Dimanche, a device he developed, can get signals from others and interpret their emotions in various ways.", "Dimanche, his companion, is a mind reader.", "The man has been stalking him for months, and he has finally caught up to him. He has left Cassal letters and messages saying that he plans to kill him as soon as he finds him alone." ], [ "He just wants to get Cassal's ID in order to have Cassal's security clearance.", "He is upset that Cassal is stuck on his planet.", "He wants to kill him to keep Cassal from mass-producing a device like Dimanche.", "He wants the secrets behind his creations." ], [ "He feels guilty about it, but he realizes that it's either Cassal or him.", "He is filled with rage and ready to attack.", "He is excited by the prospect of murdering someone.", "He is indifferent to killing him." ], [ "A lighter that has been converted into a stiletto.", "He has no weapon. He just wants the stalker to believe he has one.", "A lighter.", "A knife." ], [ "He shoots the stalker while Cassal grapples with him.", "He stabs the stalker while Cassal grapples with him.", "He helps Cassal attack the stalker.", "He tells Cassal exactly when and how to move against the stalker." ], [ "He tells Cassal to kill the wrong man.", "He tells Cassal that he is not dead, but he actually is, and Cassal does not hide the body, resulting in his arrest.", "He tells Cassal that he is dead, but he is not, and he escapes.", "He tells Cassal the wrong location of the stalker, and the stalker escapes unharmed." ], [ "He hopes to seek immunity.", "He hopes that he is able to acquire safe passage to his destination.", "He hopes that he is able to procure employment until he is able to leave the planet.", "He hopes to get his ID back." ], [ "She thinks he is going there to study under the best scientists in the universe, but, in fact, as he is the best scientist in the universe, he is going there to instruct the others.", "She thinks he is going there to study under the best scientists in the universe, but that is just a cover, as he is trying to escape before they find out he murdered the man who was stalking him.", "She thinks he is going there to study under the best scientists in the universe, but he is going there to deliver Dimanche to them.", "She thinks he is going there to study under the best scientists in the universe. In reality, he believes that he is pretty much one of the best there is, but there is one particular scientist that he needs to bring back with him." ], [ "It left for the planet the day before and it will be years, if he is lucky, before another ship returns going to that planet.", "He is banned from going to Tunney 21, and no one will take him there.", "It has been waiting for him, but he only has a short time to get to it before it leaves him.", "His stalker got on the transport to Tunney 21 using his ID and murdered everyone on board, so he is now wanted." ], [ "Cassal knows things in regards to the radio that he is not telling her, and he cannot leave until he does.", "She feels that the technology needed for the radio should never come to fruition because it will set the world back thousands of years if it falls into the wrong hands.", "She knows Cassal is in charge of the technology involved in creating the radio.", "The radio would be a wonderful solution to many of the communication issues across the universe, thus causing travel around the universe to be simplified." ] ]

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[ [ "\"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", "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", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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?\"", "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,", "\"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.", "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.", "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.", "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", "\"Excellent thinking,\" commended Dimanche. \"He won't attempt anything\n on this street. Too dangerous. Turn aside at the next deserted\n intersection and let him follow the glow of your cigarette.\"", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "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.", "\"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", "\"Why did he choose me?\" asked Cassal plaintively. \"There must be\n something he hopes to gain.\"", "\"Muscles tense,\" said Dimanche. \"Neural index 1.76, unusually high.\n Adrenalin squirting through his system. In effect, he's stalking you.", "\"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." ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "\"Why did he choose me?\" asked Cassal plaintively. \"There must be\n something he hopes to gain.\"", "\"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.", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "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", "\"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", "\"It still doesn't appeal to me,\" said Cassal. Striving to look\n unconcerned, he strolled toward the building side of the walkway and", "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,", "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 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.\"", "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.", "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", "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", "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." ], [ "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.\"", "\"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.", "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", "\"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.", "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.", "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", "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,", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "around.\"\nCassal turned, pressed the stud on the lighter. It should have made him\n feel more secure, but it didn't. He could see very little.", "wanted\nto kill the man. And now there was nothing he'd have to explain to the\n police.", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "With a sinking feeling, Cassal walked toward the entrance. He needed\n help and he had to find it in this dingy rathole.", "\"Remind me not to accept your next evaluation so completely,\" grunted\n Cassal. Nevertheless, he was relieved, in a fashion. He hadn't\nwanted", "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.", "\"It still doesn't appeal to me,\" said Cassal. Striving to look\n unconcerned, he strolled toward the building side of the walkway and", "\"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", "\"Muscles tense,\" said Dimanche. \"Neural index 1.76, unusually high.\n Adrenalin squirting through his system. In effect, he's stalking you.", "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." ], [ "\"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", "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.", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "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,", "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.\"", "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.", "around.\"\nCassal turned, pressed the stud on the lighter. It should have made him\n feel more secure, but it didn't. He could see very little.", "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 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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "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", "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.", "\"Muscles tense,\" said Dimanche. \"Neural index 1.76, unusually high.\n Adrenalin squirting through his system. In effect, he's stalking you." ], [ "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "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.", "\"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.", "\"Excellent thinking,\" commended Dimanche. \"He won't attempt anything\n on this street. Too dangerous. Turn aside at the next deserted\n intersection and let him follow the glow of your cigarette.\"", "\"Muscles tense,\" said Dimanche. \"Neural index 1.76, unusually high.\n Adrenalin squirting through his system. In effect, he's stalking you.", "\"Heartbeat slow,\" said Dimanche solemnly. \"Breathing barely\n perceptible.\"\n\n\n \"Then he's not dead,\" said Cassal in relief.", "\"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.\"", "\"Correction,\" said Dimanche. \"Not simple assault. He has murder in\n mind.\"", "\"Easy,\" warned Dimanche. \"He's at the entrance to the alley, walking\n fast. He's surprised and pleased that you took this route.\"", "\"Follow her,\" instructed Dimanche. \"We've got to investigate our man at\n closer range.\"", "Cassal grunted and didn't answer. Dimanche could be annoyingly\n inquisitive at times.", "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.", "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 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.\"", "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.", "\"Respiration none, heartbeat absent,\" stated Dimanche.\nHorrified, Cassal gazed at the body. Self-defense, of course, but" ], [ "\"Correction,\" said Dimanche. \"Not simple assault. He has murder in\n mind.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "\"Muscles tense,\" said Dimanche. \"Neural index 1.76, unusually high.\n Adrenalin squirting through his system. In effect, he's stalking you.", "\"Excellent thinking,\" commended Dimanche. \"He won't attempt anything\n on this street. Too dangerous. Turn aside at the next deserted\n intersection and let him follow the glow of your cigarette.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "Was this man, whoever and whatever he might be, connected with\n that delay? According to Dimanche, the man thought he was. He was", "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", "\"Follow her,\" instructed Dimanche. \"We've got to investigate our man at\n closer range.\"", "\"Better start moving.\" That was Dimanche. \"He's getting suspicious.\"", "\"None at all,\" admitted Dimanche. \"He's very close. You'd better turn\n around.\"", "\"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 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'.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"Easy,\" warned Dimanche. \"He's at the entrance to the alley, walking\n fast. He's surprised and pleased that you took this route.\"", "\"Nothing,\" said Dimanche disgustedly. \"His mind froze when we got\n close. I could feel his shoulderblades twitching as we passed.", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on" ], [ "With a sinking feeling, Cassal walked toward the entrance. He needed\n help and he had to find it in this dingy rathole.", "\"Why did he choose me?\" asked Cassal plaintively. \"There must be\n something he hopes to gain.\"", "\"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 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", "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", "Travelers Aid was busier than he thought it would be. Eventually he\n managed to squeeze into one of the many small counseling rooms.", "Travelers Aid Bureau, in addition to regulations, was abundantly\n supplied with official curiosity. When the machine finished with him,", "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 wasn't sure he was going to like her. \"Is this necessary?\" he\n asked. \"It's merely a matter of information.\"", "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.", "\"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 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", "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", "\"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.", "\"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.", "Cassal ignored his private voice. \"Identification tab? I don't have it\n with me. In fact, I may have lost it.\"", "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.", "\"What I want to know is,\" said Dimanche, \"why such precautions as\n electronic guards? What does Travelers Aid have that's so secret?\"" ], [ "\"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 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", "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", "\"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 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.\"", "\"Why did he choose me?\" asked Cassal plaintively. \"There must be\n something he hopes to gain.\"", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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 wasn't sure he was going to like her. \"Is this necessary?\" he\n asked. \"It's merely a matter of information.\"", "\"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.", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "\"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.", "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", "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.", "The first counselor reappeared. Age, indeterminate. Not, he supposed,\n that anyone would be curious about it. Slightly taller than average,", "he was interested. Still, it might pay him to be friendly to the first\n counselor.", "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" ], [ "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", "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.", "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.\"", "\"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.\"", "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "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.", "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", "\"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.\"", "\"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.\"", "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.\"", "\"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 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", "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", "\"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.", "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", "Well beyond the window at which the thug watched and waited, Cassal\n stopped. Shakily he produced a cigarette and fumbled for a lighter.", "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.", "\"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.\"", "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." ], [ "\"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.", "\"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.\"", "\"If we had instantaneous radio, that would help. Confusion wouldn't\n vanish overnight, but it would diminish. We wouldn't have to depend", "that had reached Earth across the vast distance meant anything, he\n could help Neuronics perfect instantaneous radio. The company that\n could build a radio to span the reaches of the Galaxy with no time lag", "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", "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.", "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", "The first counselor reappeared. Age, indeterminate. Not, he supposed,\n that anyone would be curious about it. Slightly taller than average,", "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.\"", "\"Not interested,\" said Cassal firmly, his subvocalization inaudible\n to anyone but Dimanche. \"I'm not the victim type. He was standing on", "\"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 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", "\"Remind me not to accept your next evaluation so completely,\" grunted\n Cassal. Nevertheless, he was relieved, in a fashion. He hadn't\nwanted", "Cassal wasn't sure he was going to like her. \"Is this necessary?\" he\n asked. \"It's merely a matter of information.\"", "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.", "\"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'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.", "he was interested. Still, it might pay him to be friendly to the first\n counselor." ] ]

[ "Why does the speaker worry about concerning the amount of sports he watches on television each week?", "He vows that he is going to teach his wife and children how to watch sports. How does he follow through with that?", "What does the speaker, in essence, do to watching sports through the actions he takes in regards to discovering the proper way to watch sporting events?", "Why does the narrator say people enjoy watching sports?", "Essentially, those who view sporting events need to", "If you are watching a game from home, you ", "The narrator says that, when you have done your research on a game, then", "Why does the narrator seem to be opposed to watching hockey?" ]

[ [ "He was an athlete in school, and watching too many sporting events tends to put him in depression thinking about what might have been.", "He does not like that it is taking away from his time with his family.", "He has a gambling problem, and the amount of sporting events he watches per week have a direct correlation with the amount of money he ends up losing each week.", "He realizes that the time he spends watching sporting events is not doing anything to help advance his life in any sort of way." ], [ "He encourages his kids to get involved in sports.", "He takes them to several live sporting events.", "He gets experts in the field of sports broadcasting to help shed light on the right way to go about watching a sports program.", "He decides that he will play sports himself so that they will see the value in it. " ], [ "He finds a way to get his family engaged in watching with him, thus making it more of a family-friendly experience.", "He finds the right formula necessary for all sports viewers to get the most out of their watching experience.", "He makes the experience more exciting because they now understand that in order to really take in an event, it needs to be watched from multiple angles at the same time.", "He has basically taken the fun out of watching sports because he has turned it into some sort of an analytical event rather than an event where people can cut loose and enjoy themselves for a few hours." ], [ "They are able to enjoy raw barbarism for a few hours.", "They allow for the true competitive spirit to emerge in people.", "They are meaningless and let people escape for a while.", "They like the fact that they are able to see all of the preparation and hard work that goes into every game." ], [ "train for watching an event prior to the event itself and ensure that the conditions for viewing are optimum.", "just sit down and take the game as it comes. Stop trying to make so much out of it.", "only watch the events with like-minded people, otherwise, the game will more than likely be ruined by the negative energy of the nay-sayers.", "stop. They rot your brain and waste your time." ], [ "you are watching a produced and directed event and only seeing what those behind the camera want you to see.", "are lucky that you don't have to deal with all of the nuts that attend the games live.", "should be ready to analyze the game or else you are a roughing, as sports should not just be about the event itself. If it is then you need to research the correct way to view an event.", "should use it as family time and bond with your children over the game." ], [ "you will be able to show everyone how smart you are and wow them by knowing information about the people behind the scenes like the directors and producers of the game.", "you should be more apt to fully enjoy it.", "you really don't even need to watch sports because you are totally defeating the purpose of what it means to watch an event: escaping from reality for a while.", "you are nothing more than a nerd and don't need to watch sports anyway." ], [ "He can't find anything about the game that makes him feel smarter than everyone else, so it should be avoided.", "He does not want his family to watch a game that erupts in fights so often.", "He believes that the rules don't make sense, so he can't see the point in it.", "He cannot deal with the violence that is associated with the game." ] ]

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[ "Why, according to the narrator, is it hard for him to remain \"low key\" during this important time as a movie critic?", "Where does the narrator seem to take issue the most with Streep's movie?", "What does he think about the plot of the movie?", "Why do people think he is joking when he tells them what is favorite movie is?", "What is his main issue with the movie Gods and Monsters?", "Why does he believe that The Bride of Frankenstein never gets the critical acclaim it was due?", "What does he compare Waking Ned Devine to?", "In Living Out Loud, what actor does he seem to appreciate the most?", "Out of all of he actor in all of the movies, who does the narrator think he might end up giving his vote to?" ]

[ [ "He really doesn't care what he says or who says it to.", "He is naturally opinionated, and he has a tendency to expose too much secretive information about how he might have voted.", "He wants to let everyone know his decision so they will leave him alone.", "He is naturally talkative, and he has a tendency to expose too much secretive information about how he might have voted." ], [ "The director is to blame because he was unable to capture the symbolism in the original ext and apply it to the movie.", "There are no redeeming qualities to the movie at all.", "The acting in general is just not good.", "The actors try, but they cannot save the movie." ], [ "It is hollow.", "It follows the original text well.", "It is decent enough and easy to follow.", "They try to stuff too much into a short movie." ], [ "It is Young Frankenstein. It is not serious enough for a critic to choose as his favorite movie.", "His favorite movie is Silence of the Lambs. What movie critic would choose a movie about serial killers as their favorite, even if it won an Academy award?", "Frankenstein is his favorite movie. No one believes that because who is going to pick an old black and white horror film as their favorite, especially a movie critic?", "The Bride of Frankenstein is his favorite movie and no one believes that because it received no critical recognition overall." ], [ "Ian McKellan is not strong enough in the role.", "Brenden Fraiser is too likable.", "The movie does not reach the depth that the original text did, and much was lost to the viewer because of that.", "He did not appreciate the gay undertones of the movie." ], [ "The majority of viewing audiences just could not appreciate it for what it was.", "The director was openly gay, and in the 30s, that was completely unacceptable.", "There were not enough big-name actors in it.", "The director was sick when was directing it, so it was not done as well as it could have been." ], [ "A half-attempt at an Englishman trying to write a movie about the Irish", "A piece of European garbage.", "An old man's version of Boogie Nights.", "\"The Half-Monty.\" It tries to achieve what The Full Money does, but it falls short." ], [ "Martin Donovan", "Holly Hunter", "Queen Latifah", "Danny DeVito" ], [ "Holly Hunter", "Ian McKellan", "Meryl Streep", "Danny DeVito" ] ]

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[ "Of the two top libertarians in America, who seems to be more consistent in their delivery and why?", "Murray writes three books and in each of those books,", "Through his statements and theories on the government, which of the two seem to be racist?", "What does Boaz believe will happen with the people when there is a lack of government rule?", "How is Boaz's theory fundamentally different from Murray's?", "How can you break down Murray's theory of libertarianism into a few words?", "Two areas Murry feel need to be addressed by the government and they need to regulate are ", "What is Boaz'z version of libertarianism to be almost akin to?", "Boaz believes that America should not just be prosperous and righteous, it should also be" ]

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[ "Tobias initially greeted Steve with…", "How long had it been since Steve was in his home village?", "Why was the old man in the village?", "At the rate the villagers are walking, how long will it take to reach Oasis City 500 miles away?", "Why did Mary slap Jeremy?", "Why did Steve pretend to kill Tobias?", "What was Tobias’ final dying wish?", "Why are the villagers going to Oasis City?", "What resource was in short supply among the caravan?", "What are thlots?" ]

[ [ "Relief", "Hostility", "Confusion", "Joy" ], [ "Five years", "Ten years", "Six months", "One year" ], [ "The villagers left and forgot him.", "He helped the enemy and was outcast as a traitor.", "He decided to stay and fight to protect his home.", "He was too frail to travel with the others." ], [ "About one year", "Five more days", "About one week", "About one month" ], [ "He insulted her.", "He insulted her father.", "He tried to touch her.", "He admitted to harming her father." ], [ "To win over Mary", "To distract the guard", "To punish him for his betrayal", "To enact revenge" ], [ "For the family fortune to be returned", "To be known as a hero", "For the Kumaji to be held accountable", "For Mary to live happily with Steve" ], [ "To gather an army for revenge against the Kumajis", "To seek help and transportation to a new home", "To get their money back", "To rejoin relatives who live there" ], [ "Water", "Weapons", "Camels", "Food" ], [ "Kumaji patrol vehicles", "Desert transport animals", "A type of weapon", "Desert prey for food" ] ]

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[ [ "and hand-shaking as some of the men who had been boys with Steve came up\n to recognize and be recognized. Their greeting was warm, as Tobias", "awkwardly, blindly with it, kicking up sand. Then Tobias Whiting moaned,\n but Steve hardly heard him.", "Steve crawled to where the older man was sleeping. Tobias Whiting's\n voice surprised him. \"I'm not asleep. I was thinking. I—\"", "The bitterness surprised Steve. He recognized the man now as Tobias\n Whiting, who had been the Colony's most successful man when Steve was a", "Steve crawled over to them. It was very dark. He could barely make out\n Tobias Whiting's pain-contorted face.\n\n\n \"My stomach,\" Whiting said, gasping for breath. \"The pain....\"", "But Steve liked Mary Whiting's warm, friendly smile best of all. It was\n comforting and reassuring.\nThree days later, Tobias Whiting disappeared.", "\"I'm going to kill you,\" Steve said very softly, and sprang at Whiting.\n He paused, though. It was a calculated pause, and Whiting cried out as", "Sand stirred, the tentflap lifted, and a bulky figure rushed inside.\n Steve got up, met him halfway, felt the jarring contact of their bodies.", "Steve shook his head, then shook the hand she offered him. She was a\n slim, strong girl with a firm handshake. Her concern for him at a time\n like this was little short of amazing, especially since it was\n completely genuine.", "\"Hullo!\" Steve shouted, and a man armed with an atorifle came striding\n clumsily through the sand toward him. \"Cantwell's the name,\" Steve said.\n \"I'm one of you.\"", "Steve had hoped he would. Then his hands found the older man's throat\n and closed there—not to kill him but to keep him from crying out again.", "For a long moment, Steve said nothing. The only emotion he felt was\n pity—pity for the hard life his aunt had lived, and the hard death.", "Bleak hostility in his face, the man approached. \"Cantwell. Yeah, I\n remember you. Colony wasn't good enough for young Steve Cantwell. Oh,", "When the guard's legs stopped drumming, Steve released him. The man was\n either dead or so close to death that he would be out for hours. Steve\n had never killed a man before, had never in violence and with intent to\n kill attacked a man....", "Steve ran toward the sound. In the scant shadow of the community center,\n a Kumaji was resting. He was a withered old man, all skin and bones and", "boy. Except for his bitterness and for the bleak self-pity and defeat in\n his eyes, the years had been good to Tobias Whiting. He was probably in", "\"No,\" Steve said.\n\n\n \"Too bad. Well, good-bye and good luck.\"\n\n\n \"But you can't—\"", "\"I'll live long enough,\" Whiting said, and Steve knew then that he\n would. \"Luck to—all of you. From a—very foolish—man....\"", "Steve and Mary hardly spoke. Talk was unnecessary. But slowly a bond\n grew between them. Steve liked this slim silent girl who had come out\n here with him risking her life although she must have known deep in her", "None of them looked at Mary. She stood there defiantly, not saying\n anything, and Steve squeezed her hand.\n\n\n \"Now, wait a minute,\" one of Whiting's friends said." ], [ "For a long moment, Steve said nothing. The only emotion he felt was\n pity—pity for the hard life his aunt had lived, and the hard death.", "Steve ran toward the sound. In the scant shadow of the community center,\n a Kumaji was resting. He was a withered old man, all skin and bones and", "Only the shells of deserted mud-brick houses greeted Steve Cantwell when\n he reached the village.", "The refugees were still about a quarter of a mile off, coming up slowly.\n They hardly seemed to be moving at all. \"Is my aunt all right?\" Steve\n said. She was the only family he remembered.", "The well had been poisoned, the town had been deserted on the spur of\n the moment, and Steve had returned to his boyhood home from Earth—too\n late for anything.", "his mid-forties now, twenty years Steve's senior, but he was\n well-muscled, his flesh was solid, his step bold and strong. He was a", "When the guard's legs stopped drumming, Steve released him. The man was\n either dead or so close to death that he would be out for hours. Steve\n had never killed a man before, had never in violence and with intent to\n kill attacked a man....", "On the fourth day, they spotted the unicopter from a long way off and\n made their way toward it. It had come much further than Steve had", "and hand-shaking as some of the men who had been boys with Steve came up\n to recognize and be recognized. Their greeting was warm, as Tobias", "Steve shook his head. \"Ten or fifteen miles is all. Almost out of fuel,\n Mr. Gort. You saw how I took her up for only a quick mile swing each\n day. He won't get far.\"", "turbojets during the night and had seen the small craft take off, but\n had assumed Steve had taken it up for some reason. Each day Steve had\n done so, reconnoitering for signs of the Kumaji.", "\"No,\" Steve said. \"It's hardly damaged at all. Your father got out of it\n all right.\"\n\n\n \"To go—to them?\"", "Steve crawled to where the older man was sleeping. Tobias Whiting's\n voice surprised him. \"I'm not asleep. I was thinking. I—\"", "Pursuit was disorganized—and unsuccessful. It was too dark for\n effective pursuit, as Steve had hoped it would be. They rode swiftly all", "the swaying baggage of their belongings. They moved through the sands\n with agonizing slowness. Already, after only one day's travel, Steve", "Bleak hostility in his face, the man approached. \"Cantwell. Yeah, I\n remember you. Colony wasn't good enough for young Steve Cantwell. Oh,", "Steve shook his head, then shook the hand she offered him. She was a\n slim, strong girl with a firm handshake. Her concern for him at a time\n like this was little short of amazing, especially since it was\n completely genuine.", "Two days later they reached the caravan. As they rode up, Mary said,\n \"Steve, do you have to tell them?\"", "Whiting's had been cool. Despite the knowledge of what lay behind all of\n them, and what still lay ahead, it was a little like homecoming.", "Sadness would come later, if there was to be a time for sadness.\nThe caravan reached them then. The first person Steve saw was a girl." ], [ "\"To die,\" the old man said, without self-pity. \"I'm too old to flee, too\n old to fight, too old for anything but death. More water.\"", "to the old man and gave him his canteen, turning away before it could be\n refused and striding quickly back to the unicopter and getting himself\n airborne without looking at the deserted village or the old man again.", "Steve ran toward the sound. In the scant shadow of the community center,\n a Kumaji was resting. He was a withered old man, all skin and bones and", "The old man's voice called after him: \"Tell the people ... hurry ...\n Kumaji looking for them to kill ... desert wind ought to wipe out their\n trail ... but hurry....\"", "\"This is my town,\" the old man said. \"I lived with the Earthmen. Now\n they're gone.\"\n\n\n \"But you stayed here—\"", "\"I'm staying,\" the old man said, still without self-pity, just\n matter-of-factly. \"The Earth folks have no room for me and I can't blame", "\"They have to,\" the old man said. \"And they have to hurry. Men, women\n and children. The Kumaji are after them.\"", "\"But why?\" someone asked. \"Why?\"\n\n\n At first there was no answer. Then a woman whose husband had died the\n day before said: \"It's no secret Whiting has plenty of money—with the\n Kumaji.\"", "He went to the well and hoisted up a pailful of water. The winch creaked\n as he remembered. He ladled out the water, suddenly very thirsty, and\n brought the ladle to his lips.", "He walked among the buildings, surprise and perhaps sadness etched on\n his gaunt, weather-beaten face. Childhood memories flooded back: the", "He went outside into the square. A lizard was sunning itself and staring\n at him with lidless eyes. When he moved across the square, the lizard\n scurried away.", "Steve crawled to where the older man was sleeping. Tobias Whiting's\n voice surprised him. \"I'm not asleep. I was thinking. I—\"", "\"Last night.\" It was now midafternoon. \"Three folks died,\" the Kumaji\n said in his almost perfect English, \"from the poisoning of the well. The", "'em. The Kumaji'll kill me for a renegade, I figure. I lived a good,\n long life. I've no regrets. Go after your people, young fellow. They'll", "\"I've got to. They're my people. I've been away too long.\"\n\n\n \"Say, you're young Cantwell, aren't you? Now I remember.\"", "\"Oh, I'm staying. I want to stay. This is my home. It's the only home\n I'll ever have. Good luck, young fellow.\"", "thlots\nwere hobbled for the night. He hardly\n remembered the rest of it. There was violence and death, but necessary", "Cantwell the man. He had been the Colony's official trader with the\n Kumajis, and had grown rich—by colony standards—at his business. Now,", "single well from which all the families drew their water, the mud-brick\n house, hardly different from the others and just four walls and a roof\n now, in which he'd lived with his aunt after his parents had been killed", "no. Had to go off to Earth to get himself educated. What are you doing\n here now on that fancy aircraft of yours, coming to crow at our wake?\"" ], [ "slaughter their camels for food and make their way to Oasis City, still\n four hundred and some miles away, with nothing but the clothes on their\n backs.", "The caravan had been making no more than ten or fifteen miles a day.\n Their water supply was almost gone but on the fourth day they hoped to", "the swaying baggage of their belongings. They moved through the sands\n with agonizing slowness. Already, after only one day's travel, Steve", "reach an oasis in the desert. Two of the older folks had died of\n fatigue. A third was critically ill and there was little that could be\n done for him. The food supply was running short, but they could always", "could see that some of the people were spent and exhausted and had to\n ride on camelback. They had gone perhaps fifteen miles, with almost five\n hundred to go across searing desert, the Kumaji seeking them....", "\"Will they try to walk all the way through to Oasis City?\" Oasis City,\n built at the confluence of two underground rivers which came to the", "night they found a small spring with brackish but drinkable water. On\n the third day, having covered half the distance to the Kumaji\n settlement, they began to encounter Kumaji patrols, on foot or", "The refugees were still about a quarter of a mile off, coming up slowly.\n They hardly seemed to be moving at all. \"Is my aunt all right?\" Steve\n said. She was the only family he remembered.", "surface there and flowed the rest of the way to the sea above ground,\n was almost five hundred miles from the colony. Five hundred miles of\n trackless sands and hundred-and-thirty-degree heat....", "he felt, he knew, but it certainly wouldn't help the fleeing colonists,\n trekking across a parched wilderness—to the safety of Oasis City—or\n death.", "Then they rode down on the caravan. Somehow Steve knew they would all\n reach Oasis City in safety.\n\n\n With Mary he would find a new world out in the vastness of space.", "They were hobbled and led painfully across the sand. They were taken\n that way to a small Kumaji encampment, and thrust within a circular\n tent.", "The old man's voice called after him: \"Tell the people ... hurry ...\n Kumaji looking for them to kill ... desert wind ought to wipe out their\n trail ... but hurry....\"", "Hours later he spotted the caravan in the immensity of sand and\n wasteland. He brought the unicopter down quickly, with a rush of air and", "A few minutes later, armed with atorifles and their share of the food\n and water that was left, Steve and Mary set out northward across the", "Sadness would come later, if there was to be a time for sadness.\nThe caravan reached them then. The first person Steve saw was a girl.", "\"They have to,\" the old man said. \"And they have to hurry. Men, women\n and children. The Kumaji are after them.\"", "The voice faded into the faint rushing sound of the hot desert wind.\n Steve gazed down on bare sun-blasted rock, on rippled dunes, on\n hate-haze. He circled wider and wider, seeking his people.", "unicopter, which had brought him from Oasis City, almost five hundred\n miles away. He had remembered heat from his childhood here on Sirius'\n second planet with the Earth colony, but not heat like this. It was like", "Steve shook his head. \"Ten or fifteen miles is all. Almost out of fuel,\n Mr. Gort. You saw how I took her up for only a quick mile swing each\n day. He won't get far.\"" ], [ "make the trade.\" His voice reflected some bitterness.\nMary went to Gort and slapped his face. The elderly man did not even", "other's face, probably breaking his jaw. The camp was in a turmoil. In\n the darkness he flung Mary on the\nthlot's\nbare back in front of him,", "\"Mary....\"\n\n\n \"Oh, Dad, why did you do it? Why?\"", "Mary winced, as if her father's words and his self-pity were painful to\n her. Then others came up and a few minutes were spent in back-pounding", "\"Steve!\"\n\n\n It was Mary, calling his name and crying.\n\n\n \"It's Dad. Dad was—hit. The pike, a wild stab. He's hit bad—\"", "None of them looked at Mary. She stood there defiantly, not saying\n anything, and Steve squeezed her hand.\n\n\n \"Now, wait a minute,\" one of Whiting's friends said.", "Steve and Mary hardly spoke. Talk was unnecessary. But slowly a bond\n grew between them. Steve liked this slim silent girl who had come out\n here with him risking her life although she must have known deep in her", "The guard writhed. His feet drummed the sand. With one hand he stabbed\n out wildly with the unwieldy pike. There was a cry from Mary and the", "Mary came forward boldly. \"I have to go. He's my father. If he crashed\n out there, he may be hurt. He may be—dying.\"", "They were brought a pasty gruel for their supper, and ate in silence and\n distaste, ate because they needed the strength. Mary said, \"Dad, I don't", "touched Mary's hand, and held it. Mary sobbed against him, crying\n softly.", "Tobias Whiting was in there.\n\"Mary!\" he cried. \"My God! Mary....\"\n\n\n \"We came for you, Dad,\" she said coldly. \"To stop you. To ... to kill\n you if necessary.\"", "\"I think so, Mary. I don't want to pass judgment until we're sure. I'm\n sorry.\"\n\n\n \"Oh, Steve! Steve! What will we do? What\ncan\nwe do?\"", "\"You two ...\" Whiting gasped. \"You two ... Mary, Mary girl. Is—he—what\n you want?\"\n\n\n \"Yes, Dad. Oh, yes!\"", "Two days later they reached the caravan. As they rode up, Mary said,\n \"Steve, do you have to tell them?\"", "Steve could stand up to it perhaps—but he couldn't stand to see them\n hurt Mary. He'd talk if they did that....", "Mary turned to Steve, in despair. \"Steve,\" she said. \"Steve.\n Do—whatever you have to do. I—I'll understand.\"", "Steve took Mary's hand and pulled her out into the hot, dark, wind-blown\n night. He carried the dead Kumaji's pike and they slipped across the\n sand to where the", "\"It doesn't matter now. I—I had changed my mind, Mary. Truly. But now,", "So this was Mary Whiting, Steve thought. Why, she'd been a moppet ten\n years ago! How old? Ten years old maybe. The years crowded him suddenly.\n She was a woman now...." ], [ "\"I'm going to kill you,\" Steve said very softly, and sprang at Whiting.\n He paused, though. It was a calculated pause, and Whiting cried out as", "awkwardly, blindly with it, kicking up sand. Then Tobias Whiting moaned,\n but Steve hardly heard him.", "Steve shook his head. \"But he's got to live long enough to tell them, to\n deceive them.\"", "\"No. We'll tell them that was his intention all the while. A man can\n make a mistake, can't he?\"\n\n\n \"I love you, Steve. I love you.\"", "The bitterness surprised Steve. He recognized the man now as Tobias\n Whiting, who had been the Colony's most successful man when Steve was a", "Steve crawled to where the older man was sleeping. Tobias Whiting's\n voice surprised him. \"I'm not asleep. I was thinking. I—\"", "Steve crawled over to them. It was very dark. He could barely make out\n Tobias Whiting's pain-contorted face.\n\n\n \"My stomach,\" Whiting said, gasping for breath. \"The pain....\"", "When the guard's legs stopped drumming, Steve released him. The man was\n either dead or so close to death that he would be out for hours. Steve\n had never killed a man before, had never in violence and with intent to\n kill attacked a man....", "Steve had hoped he would. Then his hands found the older man's throat\n and closed there—not to kill him but to keep him from crying out again.", "\"We can tell them this,\" Steve said. \"Your father died a hero's death,\n sending the Kumajis off in the wrong direction.\"\n\n\n \"And not—not what he'd planned to do at first.\"", "But Steve liked Mary Whiting's warm, friendly smile best of all. It was\n comforting and reassuring.\nThree days later, Tobias Whiting disappeared.", "Tobias Whiting was in there.\n\"Mary!\" he cried. \"My God! Mary....\"\n\n\n \"We came for you, Dad,\" she said coldly. \"To stop you. To ... to kill\n you if necessary.\"", "For a long moment, Steve said nothing. The only emotion he felt was\n pity—pity for the hard life his aunt had lived, and the hard death.", "And then, during the fourth night, Tobias Whiting disappeared, taking\n Steve's unicopter. A sentry had heard the low muffled whine of the", "Steve probed with his hands, found the wound. Blood was rushing out. He\n couldn't stop it and he knew it and he thought Whiting knew it too. He", "\"I'll live long enough,\" Whiting said, and Steve knew then that he\n would. \"Luck to—all of you. From a—very foolish—man....\"", "Steve said nothing. The answer—capture or death—was obvious. But you\n couldn't tell that to a traitor's daughter, could you?", "\"No,\" Steve said.\n\n\n \"Too bad. Well, good-bye and good luck.\"\n\n\n \"But you can't—\"", "\"No,\" Steve said. \"It's hardly damaged at all. Your father got out of it\n all right.\"\n\n\n \"To go—to them?\"", "\"Steve!\"\n\n\n It was Mary, calling his name and crying.\n\n\n \"It's Dad. Dad was—hit. The pike, a wild stab. He's hit bad—\"" ], [ "\"To die,\" the old man said, without self-pity. \"I'm too old to flee, too\n old to fight, too old for anything but death. More water.\"", "Tobias Whiting shook his head slowly. \"I hate to be the one to tell you\n this. Brace yourself for a shock. Your aunt was one of those who died\n from the poisoned water last night.\"", "Tobias Whiting was in there.\n\"Mary!\" he cried. \"My God! Mary....\"\n\n\n \"We came for you, Dad,\" she said coldly. \"To stop you. To ... to kill\n you if necessary.\"", "boy. Except for his bitterness and for the bleak self-pity and defeat in\n his eyes, the years had been good to Tobias Whiting. He was probably in", "Steve crawled over to them. It was very dark. He could barely make out\n Tobias Whiting's pain-contorted face.\n\n\n \"My stomach,\" Whiting said, gasping for breath. \"The pain....\"", "Steve crawled to where the older man was sleeping. Tobias Whiting's\n voice surprised him. \"I'm not asleep. I was thinking. I—\"", "\"I'll live long enough,\" Whiting said, and Steve knew then that he\n would. \"Luck to—all of you. From a—very foolish—man....\"", "\"I've made up my mind,\" Tobias Whiting said.", "\"Oh, I'm staying. I want to stay. This is my home. It's the only home\n I'll ever have. Good luck, young fellow.\"", "expected. With sinking heart he realized that Tobias Whiting, if he\n escaped the crash-landing without injury, must surely have reached the\n Kumaji encampment by now.", "For a long moment, Steve said nothing. The only emotion he felt was\n pity—pity for the hard life his aunt had lived, and the hard death.", "awkwardly, blindly with it, kicking up sand. Then Tobias Whiting moaned,\n but Steve hardly heard him.", "The bitterness surprised Steve. He recognized the man now as Tobias\n Whiting, who had been the Colony's most successful man when Steve was a", "Mary came forward boldly. \"I have to go. He's my father. If he crashed\n out there, he may be hurt. He may be—dying.\"", "'em. The Kumaji'll kill me for a renegade, I figure. I lived a good,\n long life. I've no regrets. Go after your people, young fellow. They'll", "And then, during the fourth night, Tobias Whiting disappeared, taking\n Steve's unicopter. A sentry had heard the low muffled whine of the", "\"But why?\" someone asked. \"Why?\"\n\n\n At first there was no answer. Then a woman whose husband had died the\n day before said: \"It's no secret Whiting has plenty of money—with the\n Kumaji.\"", "\"No. We'll tell them that was his intention all the while. A man can\n make a mistake, can't he?\"\n\n\n \"I love you, Steve. I love you.\"", "The old man's voice called after him: \"Tell the people ... hurry ...\n Kumaji looking for them to kill ... desert wind ought to wipe out their\n trail ... but hurry....\"", "\"Last night.\" It was now midafternoon. \"Three folks died,\" the Kumaji\n said in his almost perfect English, \"from the poisoning of the well. The" ], [ "slaughter their camels for food and make their way to Oasis City, still\n four hundred and some miles away, with nothing but the clothes on their\n backs.", "\"Will they try to walk all the way through to Oasis City?\" Oasis City,\n built at the confluence of two underground rivers which came to the", "Then they rode down on the caravan. Somehow Steve knew they would all\n reach Oasis City in safety.\n\n\n With Mary he would find a new world out in the vastness of space.", "\"They have to,\" the old man said. \"And they have to hurry. Men, women\n and children. The Kumaji are after them.\"", "he felt, he knew, but it certainly wouldn't help the fleeing colonists,\n trekking across a parched wilderness—to the safety of Oasis City—or\n death.", "reach an oasis in the desert. Two of the older folks had died of\n fatigue. A third was critically ill and there was little that could be\n done for him. The food supply was running short, but they could always", "on the desert, and in a way Steve could not blame them. It meant one\n oasis less for their own nomadic sustenance. When Steve was a boy,", "The old man's voice called after him: \"Tell the people ... hurry ...\n Kumaji looking for them to kill ... desert wind ought to wipe out their\n trail ... but hurry....\"", "could see that some of the people were spent and exhausted and had to\n ride on camelback. They had gone perhaps fifteen miles, with almost five\n hundred to go across searing desert, the Kumaji seeking them....", "they'll send down a raiding party and we'll be finished. We could never\n fight them off without the protection of our village. Near as I can", "They were hobbled and led painfully across the sand. They were taken\n that way to a small Kumaji encampment, and thrust within a circular\n tent.", "The voice faded into the faint rushing sound of the hot desert wind.\n Steve gazed down on bare sun-blasted rock, on rippled dunes, on\n hate-haze. He circled wider and wider, seeking his people.", "\"You won't have to,\" Whiting said. \"I'll tell them when we reach the\n larger settlement. They're taking us there tomorrow, they told me.\"", "the swaying baggage of their belongings. They moved through the sands\n with agonizing slowness. Already, after only one day's travel, Steve", "Steve took Mary's hand and pulled her out into the hot, dark, wind-blown\n night. He carried the dead Kumaji's pike and they slipped across the\n sand to where the", "unicopter, which had brought him from Oasis City, almost five hundred\n miles away. He had remembered heat from his childhood here on Sirius'\n second planet with the Earth colony, but not heat like this. It was like", "The caravan had been making no more than ten or fifteen miles a day.\n Their water supply was almost gone but on the fourth day they hoped to", "Sadness would come later, if there was to be a time for sadness.\nThe caravan reached them then. The first person Steve saw was a girl.", "\"But why?\" someone asked. \"Why?\"\n\n\n At first there was no answer. Then a woman whose husband had died the\n day before said: \"It's no secret Whiting has plenty of money—with the\n Kumaji.\"", "sought everywhere. Even on a parched desert wasteland like this. The\n Kumaji tribesmen had never accepted the colony as a fact of their life" ], [ "The caravan had been making no more than ten or fifteen miles a day.\n Their water supply was almost gone but on the fourth day they hoped to", "Hours later he spotted the caravan in the immensity of sand and\n wasteland. He brought the unicopter down quickly, with a rush of air and", "could see that some of the people were spent and exhausted and had to\n ride on camelback. They had gone perhaps fifteen miles, with almost five\n hundred to go across searing desert, the Kumaji seeking them....", "slaughter their camels for food and make their way to Oasis City, still\n four hundred and some miles away, with nothing but the clothes on their\n backs.", "the swaying baggage of their belongings. They moved through the sands\n with agonizing slowness. Already, after only one day's travel, Steve", "sand while the caravan continued east. Fear of what they might find\n mounted.\nThe first night, they camped in the lee of low sandhills. The second", "Sadness would come later, if there was to be a time for sadness.\nThe caravan reached them then. The first person Steve saw was a girl.", "reach an oasis in the desert. Two of the older folks had died of\n fatigue. A third was critically ill and there was little that could be\n done for him. The food supply was running short, but they could always", "night they found a small spring with brackish but drinkable water. On\n the third day, having covered half the distance to the Kumaji\n settlement, they began to encounter Kumaji patrols, on foot or", "A few minutes later, armed with atorifles and their share of the food\n and water that was left, Steve and Mary set out northward across the", "sought everywhere. Even on a parched desert wasteland like this. The\n Kumaji tribesmen had never accepted the colony as a fact of their life", "They were hobbled and led painfully across the sand. They were taken\n that way to a small Kumaji encampment, and thrust within a circular\n tent.", "on the desert, and in a way Steve could not blame them. It meant one\n oasis less for their own nomadic sustenance. When Steve was a boy,", "The old man's voice called after him: \"Tell the people ... hurry ...\n Kumaji looking for them to kill ... desert wind ought to wipe out their\n trail ... but hurry....\"", "Two days later they reached the caravan. As they rode up, Mary said,\n \"Steve, do you have to tell them?\"", "He spat with fury, then kneeled and stuffed his mouth with sand, almost\n gagging. After a while he spat out the sand too and opened his canteen", "The voice faded into the faint rushing sound of the hot desert wind.\n Steve gazed down on bare sun-blasted rock, on rippled dunes, on\n hate-haze. He circled wider and wider, seeking his people.", "surface there and flowed the rest of the way to the sea above ground,\n was almost five hundred miles from the colony. Five hundred miles of\n trackless sands and hundred-and-thirty-degree heat....", "night and continued riding with the dawn. They could have gone in any\n direction. The wind-driven sand would obliterate their trail.", "burden than anything the Sirius II wastelands had to offer. They walked\n beside the great-humped beasts of burden, the animals piled high with" ], [ "thlots\nwere hobbled for the night. He hardly\n remembered the rest of it. There was violence and death, but necessary", "death. He killed a man with the pike, and unhobbled one of the\nthlots\n.\n The animal screamed and two more Kumajis came sleepily through the night", "spotted by a roving band of Kumajis, who came streaking toward them on\n their\nthlots\n. Mary raised her atorifle, but Steve struck the barrel", "other's face, probably breaking his jaw. The camp was in a turmoil. In\n the darkness he flung Mary on the\nthlot's\nbare back in front of him,", "thlotback\n, the six-legged desert animals running so swiftly over the\n sands and so low to the ground that they almost seemed to be gliding.", "The low sun cast the shadow of their guard against the\nthlot\nskin wall\n of their tent. He was a single man, armed with a long, pike-like weapon.\n When darkness came, if the guard were not increased....", "to see what was the matter. With the long edge of the pike's blade he\n decapitated one of them. He slammed the shaft of the weapon across the", "\"Last night.\" It was now midafternoon. \"Three folks died,\" the Kumaji\n said in his almost perfect English, \"from the poisoning of the well. The", "\"All right,\" Gort went on relentlessly. \"Then this is what I figure must\n have happened. Whiting got to brooding over his lost fortune and finally", "\"Wait, nothing.\" This was Jeremy Gort, who twice had been mayor of the\n colony. \"I know how Whiting's mind works. He slaved all his life for", "On the fourth day, they spotted the unicopter from a long way off and\n made their way toward it. It had come much further than Steve had", "And then, during the fourth night, Tobias Whiting disappeared, taking\n Steve's unicopter. A sentry had heard the low muffled whine of the", "Steve crawled to where the older man was sleeping. Tobias Whiting's\n voice surprised him. \"I'm not asleep. I was thinking. I—\"", "\"To die,\" the old man said, without self-pity. \"I'm too old to flee, too\n old to fight, too old for anything but death. More water.\"", "Steve crawled over to them. It was very dark. He could barely make out\n Tobias Whiting's pain-contorted face.\n\n\n \"My stomach,\" Whiting said, gasping for breath. \"The pain....\"", "Hours later he spotted the caravan in the immensity of sand and\n wasteland. He brought the unicopter down quickly, with a rush of air and", "\"But why?\" someone asked. \"Why?\"\n\n\n At first there was no answer. Then a woman whose husband had died the\n day before said: \"It's no secret Whiting has plenty of money—with the\n Kumaji.\"", "They were hobbled and led painfully across the sand. They were taken\n that way to a small Kumaji encampment, and thrust within a circular\n tent.", "Steve took Mary's hand and pulled her out into the hot, dark, wind-blown\n night. He carried the dead Kumaji's pike and they slipped across the\n sand to where the", "The voice faded into the faint rushing sound of the hot desert wind.\n Steve gazed down on bare sun-blasted rock, on rippled dunes, on\n hate-haze. He circled wider and wider, seeking his people." ] ]

[ "What was the liquid that the steel-blues thought would kill Karyl?", "Why were the steel-blues able to sneak up on Karyl?", "How was Karyl able to out run the steel blues?", "How was Karyl able to return to the service station?", "Why did the steel blues believe that Karyl was becoming weak in their captivity? ", "Why was Karyl not concerned with the steel-blues presence outside of the service station?", "Why were conventional human defenses and weapons useless against the steel-blues", "How were the steel-blues able to communicate with Karyl? ", "Why were the steel-blues traveling into the solar-system? ", "How was Karyl able to survive the torture by the steel-blues? " ]

[ [ "Water", "Hemlock", "Citric Acid", "R-dust " ], [ "His alarm did not sound", "All of the other answers are correct ", "He was not paying attention ", "He was busy repairing his ship" ], [ "His space suit gave him a boots of oxygen ", "His alarm sounded and gave him a large head start", "He was on guard and saw the steel-blues arrive ", "He was much faster than the steel-blues naturally " ], [ "He outran the steel-blues and reached the service station before they did ", "He returned after the steel-blues had been destroyed ", "He used a secret entrance to a tunnel", "He snuck past the steel-blues" ], [ "Their torture was effective ", "The increased oxygen in the atmosphere", "The lack of food he was provided with ", "The steel-blues did not understand why he was becoming weak" ], [ "He knew that the service station was well hidden enough to not be found ", "There was an SP ship en route to the asteroid that would be arriving soon ", "He had an incredibly powerful atomic weapon that he was sure would destroy the steel-blues ", "The metal shielding the station was the strongest in the solar system " ], [ "They had strong force fields surrounding them ", "They were made of metals much harder than humans had encountered ", "They were made of a jelly like substance that", "They were able to telepathically control humans " ], [ "They had technology that translated any spoken language for them ", "They had learned human language in preparation for their journey ", "They were not able to directly communicate with Karyl", "They were able to communicate telepathically " ], [ "To colonize new habitable planets for their species ", "To study the native life that existed there ", "To harvest a liquid found in the solar system that could\nbe used as a weapom", "To destroy the native life that existed there " ], [ "The excess oxygen in the atmosphere was keeping him alive ", "The knowledge that the SP ship would come save him gave him the strength to continue ", "By fasting from food he was able to gain immunity to the toxins ", "Neither of the liquids being provided to him were toxic to humans " ] ]

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[ [ "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "His Steel-Blue said: \"We have reproduced\n the atmosphere of your station so that you\n be watched while you undergo the torture\n under the normal conditions of your life.\"\n\n\n \"What is this torture?\" Jon Karyl asked.", "\"No,\" Jon Karyl said. \"I didn't die. I\n was just plain dead-beat so I went to sleep.\"\n The Steel-Blues apparently didn't understand.", "in his singular, nerve-fraught job on the asteroid. But nothing like the\n weird twenty-one-day liquid test devised by the invading Steel-Blues.\nJon Karyl", "\"I was dumb for a long time,\" Karyl said.\n \"I thought that it was the acid, almost to\n the very last. But when I drank that last\n glass, I knew they didn't have a chance.", "As Karyl watched, a second Steel-Blue\n came crawling out of the ship.", "The paralysis left Karyl's legs. He followed\n the Steel-Blue, aware that the lens\n he'd seen on the creature's face had a\n counterpart on the back of the egg-head.", "Karyl examined the two creatures. They\n were of the steel-blue color from the crown\n of their egg-shaped heads to the tips of\n their walking appendages.", "\"Yes, Karyl, it's ironical. They fed you\n what they thought was sure death, and it's\n the only thing that kept you going long\n enough to warn us.\"", "Steel-Blue chuckled. \"So the hemlock, as\n you call it, is beginning to affect you at\n last? Back to the torture room.\"", "\"They were metal monsters. No wonder\n they feared that liquid. It would rust their\n joints, short their wiring, and kill them.", "Citric acid wasn't the answer, Jon Karyl\n discovered a week later.\n\n\n The Steel-Blue who had captured him in\n the power room of the service station came\n in to examine him.", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "The Steel Blues crowded about the igloo,\n staring at him through elliptical eyes.\n\n\n Apparently, they too, were waiting for the\n torture to begin.", "Those Steel-Blues were pounding holes\n into the stelrylite with round-headed metal\n clubs. But it was impossible. Stelrylite didn't\n break up that easily.", "\"That is the hemlock,\" Steel-Blue said.\n\n\n It was when he quaffed the new and\n stronger draught that Jon knew that his\n hope that it was citric acid was squelched.", "He had little fear now, only curiosity.\n These Steel-Blues didn't seem inimical.\n They could have snuffed out my life very\n simply. Perhaps they and Solarians can be\n friends.", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "Jon Karyl saw none of the steel-blue creatures.\n But he saw their ship. It squatted\n like a smashed-down kid's top, its lock shut\n tight." ], [ "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "As Karyl watched, a second Steel-Blue\n came crawling out of the ship.", "\"No,\" Jon Karyl said. \"I didn't die. I\n was just plain dead-beat so I went to sleep.\"\n The Steel-Blues apparently didn't understand.", "Karyl examined the two creatures. They\n were of the steel-blue color from the crown\n of their egg-shaped heads to the tips of\n their walking appendages.", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "Jon Karyl saw none of the steel-blue creatures.\n But he saw their ship. It squatted\n like a smashed-down kid's top, its lock shut\n tight.", "The paralysis left Karyl's legs. He followed\n the Steel-Blue, aware that the lens\n he'd seen on the creature's face had a\n counterpart on the back of the egg-head.", "The Steel-Blue chuckled. \"You get—absent-minded,\n is it?—every once in a\n while.\"\n\n\n Just then four other Steel-Blues appeared\n lugging great sheets of plastic and various\n other equipment.", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "There was one lone Steel-Blue watching\n him when he rubbed the sleep out of his\n eyes and sat up.", "It was pitch dark within the ship but the\n Steel-Blue seemed to have no trouble at all\n maneuvering through the maze of corridors.\n Jon followed him, attached to one tentacle.", "His Steel-Blue said: \"We have reproduced\n the atmosphere of your station so that you\n be watched while you undergo the torture\n under the normal conditions of your life.\"\n\n\n \"What is this torture?\" Jon Karyl asked.", "He didn't know how weak he was until\n he stumbled and fell only a few feet from\n his prison.\n\n\n The Steel-Blues just watched him.", "The Steel-Blue said quietly:", "As he fled, Jon Karyl cursed softly under\n his breath. The automatic alarm should have\n shrilled out a warning.", "He kept watching the heavens and hoping.\n\n\n Abruptly he knew the SP ship was coming,\n for the blue ship of the Steel-Blues was\n rising silently from the asteroid.", "The cylinder sat passively in its niche in\n the circle. A dozen Steel-Blues were watching\n as Jon put on his helmet and unsheathed\n his stubray.", "\"Just thinking to myself,\" Jon answered.\n It was a welcome surprise. Apparently his\n thoughts had to be directed outward, rather\n than inward, in order for the Steel-Blues to\n read it.", "Abruptly Jon found himself standing on\n a pinnacle of rock. Steel-Blue had cut a\n swath around him 15 feet deep and five feet\n wide.\n\n\n \"Back to the room,\" Steel-Blue commanded." ], [ "As Karyl watched, a second Steel-Blue\n came crawling out of the ship.", "The paralysis left Karyl's legs. He followed\n the Steel-Blue, aware that the lens\n he'd seen on the creature's face had a\n counterpart on the back of the egg-head.", "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "Two of the steel-blue creatures were jack-rabbiting\n after him, and rapidly closing the\n distance.", "Karyl examined the two creatures. They\n were of the steel-blue color from the crown\n of their egg-shaped heads to the tips of\n their walking appendages.", "\"No,\" Jon Karyl said. \"I didn't die. I\n was just plain dead-beat so I went to sleep.\"\n The Steel-Blues apparently didn't understand.", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "By then it was almost too late. The six\n blue figures were only fifty feet away, approaching\n him at a lope.", "He'd eluded them, temporarily at least,\n Jon Karyl decided when he finally edged off\n the dim trail and watched for movement\n along the route behind him.", "Abruptly Jon found himself standing on\n a pinnacle of rock. Steel-Blue had cut a\n swath around him 15 feet deep and five feet\n wide.\n\n\n \"Back to the room,\" Steel-Blue commanded.", "As he fled, Jon Karyl cursed softly under\n his breath. The automatic alarm should have\n shrilled out a warning.", "He didn't know how weak he was until\n he stumbled and fell only a few feet from\n his prison.\n\n\n The Steel-Blues just watched him.", "Jon Karyl took one look and went bounding\n over the asteroid's rocky slopes in fifty-foot\n bounds.", "of the ravine, Jon Karyl dodged the bare\n spots. The oxygen made the tremendous\n exertion easy for his lungs as he sped down", "Jon Karyl saw none of the steel-blue creatures.\n But he saw their ship. It squatted\n like a smashed-down kid's top, its lock shut\n tight.", "Those Steel-Blues were pounding holes\n into the stelrylite with round-headed metal\n clubs. But it was impossible. Stelrylite didn't\n break up that easily.", "The Steel-Blue chuckled. \"You get—absent-minded,\n is it?—every once in a\n while.\"\n\n\n Just then four other Steel-Blues appeared\n lugging great sheets of plastic and various\n other equipment.", "Jon Karyl unsheathed the stubray pistol\n at his side, turned the oxygen dial up for\n greater exertion, increased the gravity pull\n in his space-suit boots as he neared the\n ravine he'd been racing for." ], [ "He pulled strongly on the lever. With a\n hiss of escaping air, the lock swung open.\n Jon Karyl darted inside, the door closing\n softly behind.", "Once hidden from their eyes, he could cut\n back and head for the underground entrance\n to the service station.\n\n\n He glanced back finally.", "He found one, a stubby bush, shaped like\n a Maltese cross, clinging to the lip of the\n ravine. The hidden entrance to the service\n station wasn't far off.", "\"Yes, Karyl, it's ironical. They fed you\n what they thought was sure death, and it's\n the only thing that kept you going long\n enough to warn us.\"", "There\n , just ahead of him, was the lock\n leading into the service station. Slipping\n a key out of a leg pouch on the space suit,", "\"I was dumb for a long time,\" Karyl said.\n \"I thought that it was the acid, almost to\n the very last. But when I drank that last\n glass, I knew they didn't have a chance.", "The paralysis left Karyl's legs. He followed\n the Steel-Blue, aware that the lens\n he'd seen on the creature's face had a\n counterpart on the back of the egg-head.", "inside—one of them Jon Karyl\n recognized as an air pump from within the\n station—and they laid out a pallet.", "Once more, Jon used the stubray pistol.\n He marched out of the plastic igloo and ran\n toward the service station.", "Anyway, he was curious. He'd taken on\n the lonely, nerve-wracking job of service\n station attendant just to see what it offered.\n\n\n Here was a part of it, and it was certainly\n something new.", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "He'd eluded them, temporarily at least,\n Jon Karyl decided when he finally edged off\n the dim trail and watched for movement\n along the route behind him.", "Jon resheathed the stubray pistol,\n shrugged non-committally and leaped the\n trench. He walked slowly back and reentered\n the torture chamber.", "Jon Karyl waited, too. He thought of the\n stubray pistol holstered at his hip. Shoot my\n way out? It'd be fun while it lasted. But he\n toted up the disadvantages.", "As he fled, Jon Karyl cursed softly under\n his breath. The automatic alarm should have\n shrilled out a warning.", "Jon Karyl shrugged as he was led from\n the lighted room through more corridors.\n If it got too bad he still had the stubray\n pistol.", "Instead of following around the sharp\n bend, Jon Karyl moved straight ahead\n through the overhanging bushes until he", "There wasn't much fear in Jon Karyl's\n mind. Psychiatrists had proved that when he\n had applied for this high-paying but man-killing\n job as a Lone Watcher on the Solar\n System's starways.", "With a sigh, Jon Karyl, who was curious\n unto death, relaxed and said, \"All right,\n bub, you don't have to force-feed me. I'll\n take it like a man.\"", "It was on the fifth day of his torture that\n Jon Karyl decided that he was going to get\n something to eat or perish in the attempt." ], [ "His Steel-Blue said: \"We have reproduced\n the atmosphere of your station so that you\n be watched while you undergo the torture\n under the normal conditions of your life.\"\n\n\n \"What is this torture?\" Jon Karyl asked.", "He didn't know how weak he was until\n he stumbled and fell only a few feet from\n his prison.\n\n\n The Steel-Blues just watched him.", "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "Steel-Blue chuckled. \"So the hemlock, as\n you call it, is beginning to affect you at\n last? Back to the torture room.\"", "\"No,\" Jon Karyl said. \"I didn't die. I\n was just plain dead-beat so I went to sleep.\"\n The Steel-Blues apparently didn't understand.", "As Karyl watched, a second Steel-Blue\n came crawling out of the ship.", "The Steel Blues crowded about the igloo,\n staring at him through elliptical eyes.\n\n\n Apparently, they too, were waiting for the\n torture to begin.", "Citric acid wasn't the answer, Jon Karyl\n discovered a week later.\n\n\n The Steel-Blue who had captured him in\n the power room of the service station came\n in to examine him.", "\"These Steel-Blues, as you call them, put\n traction beams on us and started tugging us\n toward the asteroid. We tried a couple of\n atomic shots but when they just glanced off,\n we gave up.", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "\"Yes, Karyl, it's ironical. They fed you\n what they thought was sure death, and it's\n the only thing that kept you going long\n enough to warn us.\"", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "\"I'm the first Steel-Blue you met,\" said\n the creature who barred his way. \"Go back\n to your torture.\"", "The paralysis left Karyl's legs. He followed\n the Steel-Blue, aware that the lens\n he'd seen on the creature's face had a\n counterpart on the back of the egg-head.", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "Those Steel-Blues were pounding holes\n into the stelrylite with round-headed metal\n clubs. But it was impossible. Stelrylite didn't\n break up that easily.", "Karyl examined the two creatures. They\n were of the steel-blue color from the crown\n of their egg-shaped heads to the tips of\n their walking appendages.", "The Steel-Blue said quietly:", "It was on the fifth day of his torture that\n Jon Karyl decided that he was going to get\n something to eat or perish in the attempt.", "The Steel-Blue chuckled. \"You get—absent-minded,\n is it?—every once in a\n while.\"\n\n\n Just then four other Steel-Blues appeared\n lugging great sheets of plastic and various\n other equipment." ], [ "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "Jon was out of his goldfish bowl and\n striding toward his own igloo adjacent to\n the service station when a Steel-Blue\n accosted him.", "As Karyl watched, a second Steel-Blue\n came crawling out of the ship.", "Jon Karyl saw none of the steel-blue creatures.\n But he saw their ship. It squatted\n like a smashed-down kid's top, its lock shut\n tight.", "His Steel-Blue said: \"We have reproduced\n the atmosphere of your station so that you\n be watched while you undergo the torture\n under the normal conditions of your life.\"\n\n\n \"What is this torture?\" Jon Karyl asked.", "There was one lone Steel-Blue watching\n him when he rubbed the sleep out of his\n eyes and sat up.", "Finally he looked away from the heavens\n to the two Steel-Blues who stood negligently\n outside the goldfish bowl.", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "\"No,\" Jon Karyl said. \"I didn't die. I\n was just plain dead-beat so I went to sleep.\"\n The Steel-Blues apparently didn't understand.", "The paralysis left Karyl's legs. He followed\n the Steel-Blue, aware that the lens\n he'd seen on the creature's face had a\n counterpart on the back of the egg-head.", "The cylinder sat passively in its niche in\n the circle. A dozen Steel-Blues were watching\n as Jon put on his helmet and unsheathed\n his stubray.", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "The Steel-Blue chuckled. \"You get—absent-minded,\n is it?—every once in a\n while.\"\n\n\n Just then four other Steel-Blues appeared\n lugging great sheets of plastic and various\n other equipment.", "He had little fear now, only curiosity.\n These Steel-Blues didn't seem inimical.\n They could have snuffed out my life very\n simply. Perhaps they and Solarians can be\n friends.", "Karyl examined the two creatures. They\n were of the steel-blue color from the crown\n of their egg-shaped heads to the tips of\n their walking appendages.", "He either would have to find a hiding\n place on the asteroid, and if the Steel-Blues\n wanted him bad enough they could tear the\n whole place to pieces, or somehow get\n aboard the little life ship hidden in the\n service station.", "There wasn't much fear in Jon Karyl's\n mind. Psychiatrists had proved that when he\n had applied for this high-paying but man-killing\n job as a Lone Watcher on the Solar\n System's starways.", "He tuned the televisor to its widest range\n and finally spotted one of the Steel-Blues.\n He was looking into the stationary rocket\n engine.", "\"Just thinking to myself,\" Jon answered.\n It was a welcome surprise. Apparently his\n thoughts had to be directed outward, rather\n than inward, in order for the Steel-Blues to\n read it." ], [ "Those Steel-Blues were pounding holes\n into the stelrylite with round-headed metal\n clubs. But it was impossible. Stelrylite didn't\n break up that easily.", "\"These Steel-Blues, as you call them, put\n traction beams on us and started tugging us\n toward the asteroid. We tried a couple of\n atomic shots but when they just glanced off,\n we gave up.", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "\"Like R-dust,\" Jon growled. He pressed\n the firing stud on the stubray gun. One of\n Steel-Blue's tentacles broke off and fell to\n the rocky sward.", "\"I'm the first Steel-Blue you met,\" said\n the creature who barred his way. \"Go back\n to your torture.\"", "\"A robot,\" came the immediate answer.\n Jon was quite sure then that the Steel-Blue\n was telepathic. \"Yes,\" the Steel-Blue answered.", "He had little fear now, only curiosity.\n These Steel-Blues didn't seem inimical.\n They could have snuffed out my life very\n simply. Perhaps they and Solarians can be\n friends.", "The cylinder sat passively in its niche in\n the circle. A dozen Steel-Blues were watching\n as Jon put on his helmet and unsheathed\n his stubray.", "Karyl examined the two creatures. They\n were of the steel-blue color from the crown\n of their egg-shaped heads to the tips of\n their walking appendages.", "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "It was pitch dark within the ship but the\n Steel-Blue seemed to have no trouble at all\n maneuvering through the maze of corridors.\n Jon followed him, attached to one tentacle.", "The Steel Blues crowded about the igloo,\n staring at him through elliptical eyes.\n\n\n Apparently, they too, were waiting for the\n torture to begin.", "eyes jump in his head. He brought the\n stubray gun up—but he was helpless. The\n pistol kept on going up. With a deft movement,\n one of the tentacles had speared it", "\"Just thinking to myself,\" Jon answered.\n It was a welcome surprise. Apparently his\n thoughts had to be directed outward, rather\n than inward, in order for the Steel-Blues to\n read it.", "Abruptly Jon found himself standing on\n a pinnacle of rock. Steel-Blue had cut a\n swath around him 15 feet deep and five feet\n wide.\n\n\n \"Back to the room,\" Steel-Blue commanded.", "A Steel-Blue stood facing him. A forked\n tentacle held a square black box.", "Now here was the answer to the scientists'\n warning. Invasion by extra-terrestrials.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\" asked Steel-Blue.\n \"I couldn't understand.\"", "He didn't know how weak he was until\n he stumbled and fell only a few feet from\n his prison.\n\n\n The Steel-Blues just watched him.", "Jon Karyl saw none of the steel-blue creatures.\n But he saw their ship. It squatted\n like a smashed-down kid's top, its lock shut\n tight." ], [ "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "\"Just thinking to myself,\" Jon answered.\n It was a welcome surprise. Apparently his\n thoughts had to be directed outward, rather\n than inward, in order for the Steel-Blues to\n read it.", "As Karyl watched, a second Steel-Blue\n came crawling out of the ship.", "\"No,\" Jon Karyl said. \"I didn't die. I\n was just plain dead-beat so I went to sleep.\"\n The Steel-Blues apparently didn't understand.", "His Steel-Blue said: \"We have reproduced\n the atmosphere of your station so that you\n be watched while you undergo the torture\n under the normal conditions of your life.\"\n\n\n \"What is this torture?\" Jon Karyl asked.", "Karyl examined the two creatures. They\n were of the steel-blue color from the crown\n of their egg-shaped heads to the tips of\n their walking appendages.", "The paralysis left Karyl's legs. He followed\n the Steel-Blue, aware that the lens\n he'd seen on the creature's face had a\n counterpart on the back of the egg-head.", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "\"A robot,\" came the immediate answer.\n Jon was quite sure then that the Steel-Blue\n was telepathic. \"Yes,\" the Steel-Blue answered.", "He had little fear now, only curiosity.\n These Steel-Blues didn't seem inimical.\n They could have snuffed out my life very\n simply. Perhaps they and Solarians can be\n friends.", "A Steel-Blue, more massive than his\n guide and with four more pair of tentacles,\n including two short ones that grew from the\n top of its head, spoke out.", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "The Steel-Blue said quietly:", "He kept watching the heavens and hoping.\n\n\n Abruptly he knew the SP ship was coming,\n for the blue ship of the Steel-Blues was\n rising silently from the asteroid.", "Jon Karyl saw none of the steel-blue creatures.\n But he saw their ship. It squatted\n like a smashed-down kid's top, its lock shut\n tight.", "A Steel-Blue stood facing him. A forked\n tentacle held a square black box.", "\"I am\"—there was a rising inflection in\n the answer—\"a Steel-Blue.\"", "The Steel-Blue chuckled. \"You get—absent-minded,\n is it?—every once in a\n while.\"\n\n\n Just then four other Steel-Blues appeared\n lugging great sheets of plastic and various\n other equipment.", "There were several more queer motions\n inside his body.\n\n\n Then another Steel-Blue voice said:" ], [ "He had little fear now, only curiosity.\n These Steel-Blues didn't seem inimical.\n They could have snuffed out my life very\n simply. Perhaps they and Solarians can be\n friends.", "\"These Steel-Blues, as you call them, put\n traction beams on us and started tugging us\n toward the asteroid. We tried a couple of\n atomic shots but when they just glanced off,\n we gave up.", "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "He followed the Steel-Blue into the gaping\n lock of the invaders' space ship wondering\n how he could warn Earth. The Space", "He kept watching the heavens and hoping.\n\n\n Abruptly he knew the SP ship was coming,\n for the blue ship of the Steel-Blues was\n rising silently from the asteroid.", "He tuned the televisor to its widest range\n and finally spotted one of the Steel-Blues.\n He was looking into the stationary rocket\n engine.", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "On the sixteenth day, the Earthman realized\n that the Steel-Blues also were waiting\n for the SP ship.", "Jon's Steel-Blue led him out of the alien\n ship and halted expectantly just outside the\n ship's lock.", "Yes, he'd stay alive till then. And send\n the story of the Steel-Blues' corrosive acid\n to it. Then hundreds of Earth's ships could", "\"A robot,\" came the immediate answer.\n Jon was quite sure then that the Steel-Blue\n was telepathic. \"Yes,\" the Steel-Blue answered.", "He either would have to find a hiding\n place on the asteroid, and if the Steel-Blues\n wanted him bad enough they could tear the\n whole place to pieces, or somehow get\n aboard the little life ship hidden in the\n service station.", "The Steel-Blue chuckled. \"You get—absent-minded,\n is it?—every once in a\n while.\"\n\n\n Just then four other Steel-Blues appeared\n lugging great sheets of plastic and various\n other equipment.", "Robots! Jon gauged immediately. But\n where were their masters?\n\n\n The Steel-Blues moved out of the range\n of the televisor. A minute later Jon heard\n a pounding from the station upstairs.", "As Karyl watched, a second Steel-Blue\n came crawling out of the ship.", "It came anyway. \"For the same reason you\n Earthmen are reaching out farther into your\n system. We need living room. You have\n strategically placed planets for our use. We\n will use them.\"", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "Jon sighed. For 400 years scientists had\n been preaching preparedness as Earth flung\n her ships into the reaches of the solar system,\n taking the first long step toward the\n conquest of space.", "It was pitch dark within the ship but the\n Steel-Blue seemed to have no trouble at all\n maneuvering through the maze of corridors.\n Jon followed him, attached to one tentacle.", "A Steel-Blue, more massive than his\n guide and with four more pair of tentacles,\n including two short ones that grew from the\n top of its head, spoke out." ], [ "His Steel-Blue said: \"We have reproduced\n the atmosphere of your station so that you\n be watched while you undergo the torture\n under the normal conditions of your life.\"\n\n\n \"What is this torture?\" Jon Karyl asked.", "\"I'm the first Steel-Blue you met,\" said\n the creature who barred his way. \"Go back\n to your torture.\"", "The Steel Blues crowded about the igloo,\n staring at him through elliptical eyes.\n\n\n Apparently, they too, were waiting for the\n torture to begin.", "\"No,\" Jon Karyl said. \"I didn't die. I\n was just plain dead-beat so I went to sleep.\"\n The Steel-Blues apparently didn't understand.", "The paralysis left Karyl's legs. He followed\n the Steel-Blue, aware that the lens\n he'd seen on the creature's face had a\n counterpart on the back of the egg-head.", "\"Yes, Karyl, it's ironical. They fed you\n what they thought was sure death, and it's\n the only thing that kept you going long\n enough to warn us.\"", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "Steel-Blue chuckled. \"So the hemlock, as\n you call it, is beginning to affect you at\n last? Back to the torture room.\"", "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "Citric acid wasn't the answer, Jon Karyl\n discovered a week later.\n\n\n The Steel-Blue who had captured him in\n the power room of the service station came\n in to examine him.", "He didn't know how weak he was until\n he stumbled and fell only a few feet from\n his prison.\n\n\n The Steel-Blues just watched him.", "As Karyl watched, a second Steel-Blue\n came crawling out of the ship.", "in his singular, nerve-fraught job on the asteroid. But nothing like the\n weird twenty-one-day liquid test devised by the invading Steel-Blues.\nJon Karyl", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "Karyl examined the two creatures. They\n were of the steel-blue color from the crown\n of their egg-shaped heads to the tips of\n their walking appendages.", "Jon Karyl grinned a trifle wryly. What\n kind of torture could this be?\n\n\n Would it last 21 days? He glanced at the\n chronometer on his wrist.", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "It was on the fifth day of his torture that\n Jon Karyl decided that he was going to get\n something to eat or perish in the attempt.", "Jon Karyl saw none of the steel-blue creatures.\n But he saw their ship. It squatted\n like a smashed-down kid's top, its lock shut\n tight.", "Those Steel-Blues were pounding holes\n into the stelrylite with round-headed metal\n clubs. But it was impossible. Stelrylite didn't\n break up that easily." ] ]

[ "What is one main goal of increasing Open Access to research?", "Which of the following is true:", "What is untrue about pre-prints?", "OA describes...", "Open review is...", "Theses and dissertations suffer from...", "The author contends that universities should...", "Which of the following is *not* an argument in favor of consent to OA for books:", "With regard to mixed OA/toll-access models, which of the following best summarizes the author's position:", "Which of the following is *not* espoused by the author?" ]

[ [ "Remove access barriers", "Bypass peer review", "Increase pay for authors and publishers", "Increase library budgets" ], [ "OA is easier in some categories or genres and is harder in others.", "OA is only for the sciences so that experiments can be tested and replicated.", "OA is only for publicly-funded research.", "OA is possible in some categories or genres and not others." ], [ "Authors have a \"time stamp\" on their ideas.", "They are a version or draft of an article prior to peer review.", "They require a certain model of peer review.", "Readers are able to review the work more quickly." ], [ "a kind of editorial policy.", "a kind of business model.", "a kind of digital preservation.", "a kind of access." ], [ "dependent on OA.", "a way to invite community comments before an article is accepted for publication.", "a way to invite community comments before peer review.", "a way to improve quality control." ], [ "being difficult to publish OA.", "publisher discrimination.", "bias that they are not useful.", "low visibility." ], [ "help young researchers get published in conventional journals.", "keep research private to avoid copyright issues.", "give researchers an audience beyond the dissertation committee.", "discourage OA for ETDs." ], [ "The author will not lose money since s/he isn't paid.", "Many readers still prefer a printed book even if OA is available.", "The benefit of a larger audience outweighs any risks.", "OA editions sometimes increase sales on the printed editions." ], [ "It's risky because some readers of the OA edition will instead buy the toll-access edition.", "It's best to publish first, then give OA access later.", "There's opportunity because more people may buy the toll-access edition after hearing about and reviewing the OA copy.", "It's risky because some people will read the OA edition without buying the toll-access edition." ], [ "Peer review at OA journals can use the same standards and people as in toll-access journals.", "The internet created information overload.", "Knowledge is a public good.", "Lifting barriers allows others to find, use, and build on good research." ] ]

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The exception is that some new forms of peer review presuppose OA.", "OA helps it serve those purposes faster, better, and more", "There are serious, practical, successful campaigns to provide OA to the many kinds of content useful to scholars, including:\n• peer-reviewed research articles\n• unrefereed preprints destined to be peer-reviewed research articles", "The OA movement focuses on journal articles because journals don’t pay authors for their articles. This frees article authors to consent to OA without losing money. By contrast, book authors either earn royalties or hope to earn royalties.", "of peer review. OA is a kind of access, not", "of OA is that providing access to everyone is cheaper", "these developments still assume that the purpose of OA is", "To benefit from someone’s research, we need access to it,", "5.5 Access for Whom?\nAnswer: human beings and machines.\n5.5.1 OA for Lay Readers", "and software locks. By removing price and permission barriers, OA" ], [ "it. Each step is false. The first step overlooks the", "reforms. All untrue.", "“yes” to some or all of these questions, and many", "theories, anecdotal evidence, and quack remedies. Even if true,", "At the same time, we can acknowledge that many of", "A May 2006 Harris poll showed that an overwhelming majority", "A few years ago, those of us who focus on", "it, and for this purpose it doesn’t matter whether the", "problem. (Historical aside: It’s likely that in the seventeenth", "Both arguments apply to authors, but the second applies to", "true, however, it’s an argument for rather than against expanding", "books, including public-domain books. But we were wrong. There are", "family members. But even if few fall into that category,", "One problem is running a controlled experiment, since we can’t", "review. That assumption was false and harmful, and we’ve made", "a summary of knowledge, and (wisely) refuses to accept original", "Evidence has been growing for about a decade that this", "As we saw in chapter 1, any kind of content", "of books, even if it doesn’t work for others. For", "appear stronger). The messiness and instability are properties of a" ], [ "In OA lingo, a “preprint” is any version of", "Despite these advantages, however, preprint exchanges don’t represent the whole", "Preprint exchanges didn’t arise because they bypass peer review but", "Preprint exchanges existed before the internet, but OA makes them", "A larger book could devote sections to each category. Here I focus on just a few.\n5.1 Preprints, Postprints, and Peer Review", "to a journal. A “postprint” is any version approved by", "OA preprints offer obvious reader-side benefits to those tracking new", "We could say that OA preprint initiatives focus on bypassing", "extends to both preprints and postprints, just as the function", "reforms. All untrue.", "bypassing peer review. But it would be more accurate to", "Some people call the journal literature the “minutes” of science,", "out a whole book on their printer. They use OA", "it. Each step is false. The first step overlooks the", "of an article prior to peer review, such as a", "is to bypass peer review. Some of them deplore the", "Many book authors want a print edition, badly. But the second argument is not only compatible with print but depends on print. The model is to give away the OA edition and sell a print edition, usually via print-on-demand (POD).", "is the false perception that OA entails peer-review reform. For", "the author-side benefits swamp the reader-side benefits. 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The exception is that some new forms of peer review presuppose OA.", "Open review requires OA, but OA does not require open", "OA is compatible with every kind of peer review, from", "For example,\nopen review", "open review.", "of peer review. OA is a kind of access, not", "with new forms of peer review. Another effect, however, is", "OA overall focuses on peer-reviewed articles.", "is the false perception that OA entails peer-review reform. For", "Peer review does not depend on the price or medium", "is to bypass peer review. Some of them deplore the", "for OA is enthusiasm for OA to peer-reviewed literature. At", "bypassing peer review. But it would be more accurate to", "debate and discussion, criticism and dissent, summary and review. OA", "Open Access: Scope", "issued a Statement on Open Access in which it called for", "In this sense, the ultimate promise of OA is not", "by peer review. The scope of green OA deliberately extends", "or integrity of peer review. We know that peer review" ], [ "5.2 Theses and Dissertations\nTheses and dissertations are the most useful kinds of invisible scholarship and the most invisible kinds of useful scholarship. Because of their high quality and low visibility, the access problem is worth solving.", "If a university requires theses and dissertations to be new", "The chief obstacle seems to be author fear that making a thesis or dissertation OA will reduce the odds that a journal will publish an article-length version. While these fears are sometimes justified, the evidence suggests that in most cases they are not.", "had. For others, such as articles, monographs, dissertations, and", "made public. Sharing theses and dissertations that meet the", "and dissertations are now born digital, and institutions expecting electronic", "I recommend a different tactic: treat journal articles as low-hanging", "Fortunately OA for electronic theses and dissertations (ETDs) is", "researchers. (See section 2.1 on problems.)", "Think about the size of the body of literature to which you have access, online and off. Now think realistically about the subset to which you’d have practical access if you couldn’t use search engines, or if search engines couldn’t index the literature you needed.", "OA repositories, even when they’re written by authors who can", "is to bypass peer review. Some of them deplore the", "discussion. The journal literature isn’t just a report on the", "And we need access to literary and philosophical research in order to understand a difficult passage in Homer or the strength of a response to epistemological skepticism.", "• theses and dissertations\n• research data\n• government data\n• source code\n• conference presentations (texts, slides, audio, video)", "A common related argument is that lay readers surfing the", "the arts and humanities. It’s not limited to research created", "The argument against access for lay readers suffers from more", "Inquiry and research suffer when we have access to anything", "problem. (Historical aside: It’s likely that in the seventeenth" ], [ "If a university requires theses and dissertations to be new", "The OA movement focuses on journal articles because journals don’t pay authors for their articles. This frees article authors to consent to OA without losing money. By contrast, book authors either earn royalties or hope to earn royalties.", "And we need access to literary and philosophical research in order to understand a difficult passage in Homer or the strength of a response to epistemological skepticism.", "is universal. Hence, instead of saying that OA applies to", "Even if books are higher-hanging fruit, they’re not out of reach. Two arguments are increasingly successful in persuading book authors to consent to OA.", "Many book authors want a print edition, badly. But the second argument is not only compatible with print but depends on print. The model is to give away the OA edition and sell a print edition, usually via print-on-demand (POD).", "The first argument says that even if OA puts royalties", "5.2 Theses and Dissertations\nTheses and dissertations are the most useful kinds of invisible scholarship and the most invisible kinds of useful scholarship. Because of their high quality and low visibility, the access problem is worth solving.", "The chief obstacle seems to be author fear that making a thesis or dissertation OA will reduce the odds that a journal will publish an article-length version. While these fears are sometimes justified, the evidence suggests that in most cases they are not.", "Both arguments apply to authors, but the second applies to", "and humanities. The relevant comparison is between any kind of", "and benefits other researchers in the field. The university mission", "books, including public-domain books. 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[ "What does the author propose as the main source of stress in the majority of people?", "What is the media’s general attitude towards stress?", "What is the author’s general attitude towards stress? ", "What does the author suggest as the cause for the increase in general stress levels in society? ", "What does the author believe that the difference physiologically between physically stressful and mentally stressful situations are?", "What does the author argue as a benefit that stress may have?", "What did the research of Yerkes and Dodson reveal? ", "Why is it likely that “Type A” people had higher rates of heart disease?", "What is a major reason for the exclusively negative view of stress that the public and media hold? ", "What does the author imply that the main way to reduce the physiological impact of stress is? " ]

[ [ "Monetary struggles", "Interpersonal relationships", "Disempowering government mandates", "The constant flow of small everyday issues " ], [ "That is has no effect on one’s health ", "That is has a negative effect on one’s health ", "That it can have both positive and negative effects depending on the situation ", "That it has a positive effect on one’s health" ], [ "That is has a negative effect on one’s health ", "That it can have both positive and negative effects depending on the situation ", "That it has a positive effect on one’s health", "That it has no effect on one’s health " ], [ "An increase in the prescription and use of anti-anxiety drugs ", "Social media causing people to reflect on their own insecurities ", "A constant stream of negative news stories from the media", "A change in the mindset that we have about stress" ], [ "Physical stress is more dangerous than mental stress because of the risk of energy", "Physical stress is more stimulating and mental stress is more depressing", "Physical stress causes more physiological damage than mental stress does", "There is no physiological difference between the types of stress " ], [ "It reduces the risk of mental health disease", "It can be channeled as personal motivation", "It increases life expectancy ", "It decreases the risk of heart disease " ], [ "That stress did not effect the learning process of mice ", "That some degree of stress was a benefit, but too much was a detriment ", "That stress was detrimental to the learning process of mice ", "That stress was a benefit to the learning process of mice " ], [ "They were more anxious ", "They were more likely to smoke", "They were more likely to be stressed", "They were more ambitious " ], [ "The proven links between heart disease and stress", "The research that lead to the Yerkes-Dodson theory", "Lobbying by the tobacco industries", "The increase in popularity of social media " ], [ "By providing better physical healthcare to those effected by stress", "By reducing stress in general through social assistance programs ", "By dampening the stress response using prescribed drugs", "By changing the general public mindset around stress " ] ]

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[ "What does the author think the recent general trend in the public’s trust level in institutions is?", "What does the author imply as the main reason for the changing in general public trust levels? ", "What does the author view as a positive outcome of the recent change in trust level in society?", "When does the author think that distrust is justified?", "When does the author think that unconditional trust is justified?", "Who does the author think is responsible for addressing the general mistrust in today’s society? ", "How does the author imply that the public can help improve the general situation of trust in society? ", "Why does the author think that people will still interact with and rely on people and institutions that they find untrustworthy?", "What does the author see as a major hindrance to trusting another person or institution? " ]

[ [ "Trust levels remained unchanged ", "Trust levels have gone down overall ", "Trust levels have gone up overall ", "Trust levels in some institutions have gone up while they have gone down in others " ], [ "Increased access to potentially false information ", "An overuse of political propaganda ", "Decreased access to global information ", "A natural evolution in human nature " ], [ "People are more cautious and less willing to taken risks ", "People assuming everything they hear or read in the media is a lie ", "It allows for a reevaluation of societal institutions such as justice ", "People no longer trust the government or large corporations to do the right thing" ], [ "When someone or something proves themselves untrustworthy over time ", "When it is a matter that involves interpersonal relationships ", "When it is a matter involved with the American political system ", "The author implies that distrust should be the default " ], [ "When trust in an institution is first being built ", "The author implies that unconditional trust is the default", "When it is a matter involving the American political system ", "When it is a matter involving interpersonal relationships" ], [ "The general public ", "Large corporate institutions", "National governments ", "All of the other answers are correct " ], [ "By mistrusting as a default ", "By being more self-aware", "Be trusting as a default ", "By becoming more involved in the political process" ], [ "Because most people are hypocritical", "Because most people are quick to forget scandals", "Out of a place of forgiveness", "Out of necessity" ], [ "Lack of other options for a necessity ", "Blind faith ", "Micromanagement ", "The mainstream media " ] ]

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[ "Why did the people suddenly desert their homes?", "What resource are the humans and Kumajis fighting over?", "What was Tobias’ intention for going to the Kumajis’ encampment?", "Why does Steve lie about Tobias’ intentions?", "What is the setting?", "How is Steve different from the other characters?", "What is a good description of Steve's childhood?", "Why does Steve return to his childhood home?", "What is a theme of the story?", "Why is the old Kumaji man included in the beginning of the story?" ]

[ [ "The well dried out. ", "They finished building a spacecraft big enough for everyone to leave. ", "The Kumajis invaded the town. ", "The water in the well was poisoned. " ], [ "Water", "Clean air ", "Food", "Space travel technology" ], [ "He wanted to tell the Kumajis to go south to steer them off track.", "He wanted to persuade the Kumajis to stop attacking his people.", "He wanted to trade the whereabouts of his people in exchange for his money back. ", "He wanted to steal a spacecraft from the Kumajis." ], [ "He wants to protect his reputation because he eventually did the right thing. ", "He knows that the people will turn on Mary for her father’s actions. ", "He owes Tobias for paying for his education on Earth. ", "He feels pity for Tobias because he lost his fortune. " ], [ "A city called Sirius on Mars. ", "In the middle of the desert in the Middle East on Earth. ", "Oasis City by a river on a planet called Sirius. ", "A small town in the desert on a planet called Sirius." ], [ "He knows a trick on how to find water. ", "He can communicate with the Kumaji.", "He was born on Earth. ", "He left the colony while the others stayed. " ], [ "He had a very happy childhood. ", "He faced a lot of adversity.", "His family was very powerful. ", "He grew up wealthy. " ], [ "He returns to see his parents. ", "He returns to see his aunt. ", "He returns to bring everyone to Earth. ", "He returns because he is broke. " ], [ "There is always time to do the right thing. ", "Traitors do not deserve mercy. ", "Each side to a conflict believes that they are doing the right thing. ", "You must never forget where you came from. " ], [ "To show that the humans are actually the bad ones. ", "To show that the Kumaji are untrustworthy. ", "To show that not all Kumaji are bad. ", "To show that the Kumaji want peace. " ] ]

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[ [ "The well had been poisoned, the town had been deserted on the spur of\n the moment, and Steve had returned to his boyhood home from Earth—too\n late for anything.", "The old man's voice called after him: \"Tell the people ... hurry ...\n Kumaji looking for them to kill ... desert wind ought to wipe out their\n trail ... but hurry....\"", "\"They have to,\" the old man said. \"And they have to hurry. Men, women\n and children. The Kumaji are after them.\"", "well was the last straw. The colonists had no choice. They had to go,\n and go fast, taking what little water they had left in the houses.\"", "The voice faded into the faint rushing sound of the hot desert wind.\n Steve gazed down on bare sun-blasted rock, on rippled dunes, on\n hate-haze. He circled wider and wider, seeking his people.", "Only the shells of deserted mud-brick houses greeted Steve Cantwell when\n he reached the village.", "single well from which all the families drew their water, the mud-brick\n house, hardly different from the others and just four walls and a roof\n now, in which he'd lived with his aunt after his parents had been killed", "so far away and utterly unable to protect its distant colony, had\n suggested withdrawal from the Kumaji desert settlement, especially since\n a colony could exist there under only the most primitive conditions,", "night and continued riding with the dawn. They could have gone in any\n direction. The wind-driven sand would obliterate their trail.", "that.\" He looked with bitterness at the dusty file of refugees. \"But I\n never got a credit out of it. Wherever we wind up, my girl and I will be\n poor again. We could have been rich.\"", "on the desert, and in a way Steve could not blame them. It meant one\n oasis less for their own nomadic sustenance. When Steve was a boy,", "Steve realized, all that was behind him, and he could only flee with the\n others—either back to the terribly crowded Earth or on in search of a", "sought everywhere. Even on a parched desert wasteland like this. The\n Kumaji tribesmen had never accepted the colony as a fact of their life", "He walked among the buildings, surprise and perhaps sadness etched on\n his gaunt, weather-beaten face. Childhood memories flooded back: the", "the swaying baggage of their belongings. They moved through the sands\n with agonizing slowness. Already, after only one day's travel, Steve", "\"To die,\" the old man said, without self-pity. \"I'm too old to flee, too\n old to fight, too old for anything but death. More water.\"", "could see that some of the people were spent and exhausted and had to\n ride on camelback. They had gone perhaps fifteen miles, with almost five\n hundred to go across searing desert, the Kumaji seeking them....", "\"But why?\" someone asked. \"Why?\"\n\n\n At first there was no answer. Then a woman whose husband had died the\n day before said: \"It's no secret Whiting has plenty of money—with the\n Kumaji.\"", "sand while the caravan continued east. Fear of what they might find\n mounted.\nThe first night, they camped in the lee of low sandhills. The second", "\"Oh, I'm staying. I want to stay. This is my home. It's the only home\n I'll ever have. Good luck, young fellow.\"" ], [ "\"They have to,\" the old man said. \"And they have to hurry. Men, women\n and children. The Kumaji are after them.\"", "Steve ran toward the sound. In the scant shadow of the community center,\n a Kumaji was resting. He was a withered old man, all skin and bones and", "\"They're gone. All gone.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, but what happened?\"\n\n\n \"The Kumaji—\"\n\n\n \"You're Kumaji.\"", "sought everywhere. Even on a parched desert wasteland like this. The\n Kumaji tribesmen had never accepted the colony as a fact of their life", "\"Last night.\" It was now midafternoon. \"Three folks died,\" the Kumaji\n said in his almost perfect English, \"from the poisoning of the well. The", "\"But why?\" someone asked. \"Why?\"\n\n\n At first there was no answer. Then a woman whose husband had died the\n day before said: \"It's no secret Whiting has plenty of money—with the\n Kumaji.\"", "fingers. There had to be death there. Death for the Kumaji guard—or\n death for the fleeing Earthmen, who had lost one colony and must seek\n another.", "spotted by a roving band of Kumajis, who came streaking toward them on\n their\nthlots\n. Mary raised her atorifle, but Steve struck the barrel", "night they found a small spring with brackish but drinkable water. On\n the third day, having covered half the distance to the Kumaji\n settlement, they began to encounter Kumaji patrols, on foot or", "'em. The Kumaji'll kill me for a renegade, I figure. I lived a good,\n long life. I've no regrets. Go after your people, young fellow. They'll", "than a couple of men to look for him, though, in case the Kumaji find\n us—or are led to us—and attack.\"", "\"We've got to stop him,\" Gort said. \"And fast. If he gets to the Kumaji,", "The old man's voice called after him: \"Tell the people ... hurry ...\n Kumaji looking for them to kill ... desert wind ought to wipe out their\n trail ... but hurry....\"", "They were hobbled and led painfully across the sand. They were taken\n that way to a small Kumaji encampment, and thrust within a circular\n tent.", "figure, there's a Kumaji base fifty miles due north of here. Whiting\n knows it too, so that's where he'll be going, I figure. Can't spare more", "death. He killed a man with the pike, and unhobbled one of the\nthlots\n.\n The animal screamed and two more Kumajis came sleepily through the night", "Kumaji, they won't just give it to him—not by a long sight.\"", "Kumaji raids were frequent. At school on Earth and Luna he'd read about\n the raids, how they'd increased in violence, how the Earth government,", "Cantwell the man. He had been the Colony's official trader with the\n Kumajis, and had grown rich—by colony standards—at his business. Now,", "so far away and utterly unable to protect its distant colony, had\n suggested withdrawal from the Kumaji desert settlement, especially since\n a colony could exist there under only the most primitive conditions," ], [ "expected. With sinking heart he realized that Tobias Whiting, if he\n escaped the crash-landing without injury, must surely have reached the\n Kumaji encampment by now.", "Tobias Whiting said: \"Shame of it is, Cantwell, some of us could get\n along with the Kumaji. I had a pretty good business here, you know", "\"They have to,\" the old man said. \"And they have to hurry. Men, women\n and children. The Kumaji are after them.\"", "than a couple of men to look for him, though, in case the Kumaji find\n us—or are led to us—and attack.\"", "Steve ran toward the sound. In the scant shadow of the community center,\n a Kumaji was resting. He was a withered old man, all skin and bones and", "They were hobbled and led painfully across the sand. They were taken\n that way to a small Kumaji encampment, and thrust within a circular\n tent.", "The old man's voice called after him: \"Tell the people ... hurry ...\n Kumaji looking for them to kill ... desert wind ought to wipe out their\n trail ... but hurry....\"", "'em. The Kumaji'll kill me for a renegade, I figure. I lived a good,\n long life. I've no regrets. Go after your people, young fellow. They'll", "\"But why?\" someone asked. \"Why?\"\n\n\n At first there was no answer. Then a woman whose husband had died the\n day before said: \"It's no secret Whiting has plenty of money—with the\n Kumaji.\"", "\"Last night.\" It was now midafternoon. \"Three folks died,\" the Kumaji\n said in his almost perfect English, \"from the poisoning of the well. The", "night they found a small spring with brackish but drinkable water. On\n the third day, having covered half the distance to the Kumaji\n settlement, they began to encounter Kumaji patrols, on foot or", "\"They're gone. All gone.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, but what happened?\"\n\n\n \"The Kumaji—\"\n\n\n \"You're Kumaji.\"", "figure, there's a Kumaji base fifty miles due north of here. Whiting\n knows it too, so that's where he'll be going, I figure. Can't spare more", "that money, that's the way he'll see it. Cantwell, didn't you say the\n Kumaji were looking for us, to kill us?\"", "Then silencing Whiting wasn't the answer. But the Kumajis had one\n willing prisoner and two unwilling ones. They knew that. If the willing", "one yelled for help but the yelling was kept to a minimum so only one\n guard, the man outside, came....\nDarkness in the Kumaji encampment.", "\"We can tell them this,\" Steve said. \"Your father died a hero's death,\n sending the Kumajis off in the wrong direction.\"\n\n\n \"And not—not what he'd planned to do at first.\"", "sought everywhere. Even on a parched desert wasteland like this. The\n Kumaji tribesmen had never accepted the colony as a fact of their life", "As it turned out, they did not find Tobias Whiting through their own\n efforts. Half an hour after setting out from the unicopter, they were", "spotted by a roving band of Kumajis, who came streaking toward them on\n their\nthlots\n. Mary raised her atorifle, but Steve struck the barrel" ], [ "\"No. We'll tell them that was his intention all the while. A man can\n make a mistake, can't he?\"\n\n\n \"I love you, Steve. I love you.\"", "awkwardly, blindly with it, kicking up sand. Then Tobias Whiting moaned,\n but Steve hardly heard him.", "Steve shook his head. \"But he's got to live long enough to tell them, to\n deceive them.\"", "Steve crawled to where the older man was sleeping. Tobias Whiting's\n voice surprised him. \"I'm not asleep. I was thinking. I—\"", "The bitterness surprised Steve. He recognized the man now as Tobias\n Whiting, who had been the Colony's most successful man when Steve was a", "Steve crawled over to them. It was very dark. He could barely make out\n Tobias Whiting's pain-contorted face.\n\n\n \"My stomach,\" Whiting said, gasping for breath. \"The pain....\"", "\"I'm going to kill you,\" Steve said very softly, and sprang at Whiting.\n He paused, though. It was a calculated pause, and Whiting cried out as", "\"We can tell them this,\" Steve said. \"Your father died a hero's death,\n sending the Kumajis off in the wrong direction.\"\n\n\n \"And not—not what he'd planned to do at first.\"", "But Steve liked Mary Whiting's warm, friendly smile best of all. It was\n comforting and reassuring.\nThree days later, Tobias Whiting disappeared.", "and hand-shaking as some of the men who had been boys with Steve came up\n to recognize and be recognized. Their greeting was warm, as Tobias", "\"No,\" Steve said.\n\n\n \"Too bad. Well, good-bye and good luck.\"\n\n\n \"But you can't—\"", "\"No,\" Steve said. \"It's hardly damaged at all. Your father got out of it\n all right.\"\n\n\n \"To go—to them?\"", "For a long moment, Steve said nothing. The only emotion he felt was\n pity—pity for the hard life his aunt had lived, and the hard death.", "Steve had hoped he would. Then his hands found the older man's throat\n and closed there—not to kill him but to keep him from crying out again.", "\"I'll live long enough,\" Whiting said, and Steve knew then that he\n would. \"Luck to—all of you. From a—very foolish—man....\"", "When the guard's legs stopped drumming, Steve released him. The man was\n either dead or so close to death that he would be out for hours. Steve\n had never killed a man before, had never in violence and with intent to\n kill attacked a man....", "And then, during the fourth night, Tobias Whiting disappeared, taking\n Steve's unicopter. A sentry had heard the low muffled whine of the", "Steve said nothing. The answer—capture or death—was obvious. But you\n couldn't tell that to a traitor's daughter, could you?", "Gort looked at her. \"And if he's trying to sell us out to the Kumajis?\"\n\n\n \"Then—then I'll do whatever Steve asks me to. I promise.\"", "None of them looked at Mary. She stood there defiantly, not saying\n anything, and Steve squeezed her hand.\n\n\n \"Now, wait a minute,\" one of Whiting's friends said." ], [ "\"Last night.\" It was now midafternoon. \"Three folks died,\" the Kumaji\n said in his almost perfect English, \"from the poisoning of the well. The", "They were hobbled and led painfully across the sand. They were taken\n that way to a small Kumaji encampment, and thrust within a circular\n tent.", "Steve ran toward the sound. In the scant shadow of the community center,\n a Kumaji was resting. He was a withered old man, all skin and bones and", "Hours later he spotted the caravan in the immensity of sand and\n wasteland. He brought the unicopter down quickly, with a rush of air and", "Steve took Mary's hand and pulled her out into the hot, dark, wind-blown\n night. He carried the dead Kumaji's pike and they slipped across the\n sand to where the", "Sadness would come later, if there was to be a time for sadness.\nThe caravan reached them then. The first person Steve saw was a girl.", "was set in his aunt's house. A coffeepot was on the stove and last\n night's partially-consumed dinner still on the table.", "Steve crawled over to them. It was very dark. He could barely make out\n Tobias Whiting's pain-contorted face.\n\n\n \"My stomach,\" Whiting said, gasping for breath. \"The pain....\"", "He went outside into the square. A lizard was sunning itself and staring\n at him with lidless eyes. When he moved across the square, the lizard\n scurried away.", "\"Oh, I'm staying. I want to stay. This is my home. It's the only home\n I'll ever have. Good luck, young fellow.\"", "single well from which all the families drew their water, the mud-brick\n house, hardly different from the others and just four walls and a roof\n now, in which he'd lived with his aunt after his parents had been killed", "other's face, probably breaking his jaw. The camp was in a turmoil. In\n the darkness he flung Mary on the\nthlot's\nbare back in front of him,", "\"You won't have to,\" Whiting said. \"I'll tell them when we reach the\n larger settlement. They're taking us there tomorrow, they told me.\"", "\"But why?\" someone asked. \"Why?\"\n\n\n At first there was no answer. Then a woman whose husband had died the\n day before said: \"It's no secret Whiting has plenty of money—with the\n Kumaji.\"", "Whiting's had been cool. Despite the knowledge of what lay behind all of\n them, and what still lay ahead, it was a little like homecoming.", "The voice faded into the faint rushing sound of the hot desert wind.\n Steve gazed down on bare sun-blasted rock, on rippled dunes, on\n hate-haze. He circled wider and wider, seeking his people.", "They were brought a pasty gruel for their supper, and ate in silence and\n distaste, ate because they needed the strength. Mary said, \"Dad, I don't", "He went to the well and hoisted up a pailful of water. The winch creaked\n as he remembered. He ladled out the water, suddenly very thirsty, and\n brought the ladle to his lips.", "And then, during the fourth night, Tobias Whiting disappeared, taking\n Steve's unicopter. A sentry had heard the low muffled whine of the", "\"Dad is. Listen to the way he's breathing—like a baby. As if—as if he\n wasn't going to betray all our people. Oh, I hate him, I hate him!\"" ], [ "Steve shook his head, then shook the hand she offered him. She was a\n slim, strong girl with a firm handshake. Her concern for him at a time\n like this was little short of amazing, especially since it was\n completely genuine.", "For a long moment, Steve said nothing. The only emotion he felt was\n pity—pity for the hard life his aunt had lived, and the hard death.", "Steve ran toward the sound. In the scant shadow of the community center,\n a Kumaji was resting. He was a withered old man, all skin and bones and", "\"No,\" Steve said.\n\n\n \"Too bad. Well, good-bye and good luck.\"\n\n\n \"But you can't—\"", "But Steve liked Mary Whiting's warm, friendly smile best of all. It was\n comforting and reassuring.\nThree days later, Tobias Whiting disappeared.", "When the guard's legs stopped drumming, Steve released him. The man was\n either dead or so close to death that he would be out for hours. Steve\n had never killed a man before, had never in violence and with intent to\n kill attacked a man....", "\"I'm going to kill you,\" Steve said very softly, and sprang at Whiting.\n He paused, though. It was a calculated pause, and Whiting cried out as", "\"I'll live long enough,\" Whiting said, and Steve knew then that he\n would. \"Luck to—all of you. From a—very foolish—man....\"", "Sadness would come later, if there was to be a time for sadness.\nThe caravan reached them then. The first person Steve saw was a girl.", "Steve crawled to where the older man was sleeping. Tobias Whiting's\n voice surprised him. \"I'm not asleep. I was thinking. I—\"", "Steve crawled over to them. It was very dark. He could barely make out\n Tobias Whiting's pain-contorted face.\n\n\n \"My stomach,\" Whiting said, gasping for breath. \"The pain....\"", "lines of fatigue. Steve did not recognize her. \"Who is he, Dad?\" the\n girl said.", "\"Steve!\"\n\n\n It was Mary, calling his name and crying.\n\n\n \"It's Dad. Dad was—hit. The pike, a wild stab. He's hit bad—\"", "\"No,\" Steve said. \"It's hardly damaged at all. Your father got out of it\n all right.\"\n\n\n \"To go—to them?\"", "How black is the blackest treachery? Is the most callous\n traitor entitled to mercy? Steve pondered these questions. His decision?\n That at times the villain should possibly be spoken of as a hero.", "None of them looked at Mary. She stood there defiantly, not saying\n anything, and Steve squeezed her hand.\n\n\n \"Now, wait a minute,\" one of Whiting's friends said.", "The bitterness surprised Steve. He recognized the man now as Tobias\n Whiting, who had been the Colony's most successful man when Steve was a", "Bleak hostility in his face, the man approached. \"Cantwell. Yeah, I\n remember you. Colony wasn't good enough for young Steve Cantwell. Oh,", "\"No. We'll tell them that was his intention all the while. A man can\n make a mistake, can't he?\"\n\n\n \"I love you, Steve. I love you.\"", "On the fourth day, they spotted the unicopter from a long way off and\n made their way toward it. It had come much further than Steve had" ], [ "For a long moment, Steve said nothing. The only emotion he felt was\n pity—pity for the hard life his aunt had lived, and the hard death.", "\"Steve!\"\n\n\n It was Mary, calling his name and crying.\n\n\n \"It's Dad. Dad was—hit. The pike, a wild stab. He's hit bad—\"", "Steve crawled over to them. It was very dark. He could barely make out\n Tobias Whiting's pain-contorted face.\n\n\n \"My stomach,\" Whiting said, gasping for breath. \"The pain....\"", "Steve crawled to where the older man was sleeping. Tobias Whiting's\n voice surprised him. \"I'm not asleep. I was thinking. I—\"", "on the desert, and in a way Steve could not blame them. It meant one\n oasis less for their own nomadic sustenance. When Steve was a boy,", "Sadness would come later, if there was to be a time for sadness.\nThe caravan reached them then. The first person Steve saw was a girl.", "Steve ran toward the sound. In the scant shadow of the community center,\n a Kumaji was resting. He was a withered old man, all skin and bones and", "The refugees were still about a quarter of a mile off, coming up slowly.\n They hardly seemed to be moving at all. \"Is my aunt all right?\" Steve\n said. She was the only family he remembered.", "\"No,\" Steve said. \"It's hardly damaged at all. Your father got out of it\n all right.\"\n\n\n \"To go—to them?\"", "When the guard's legs stopped drumming, Steve released him. The man was\n either dead or so close to death that he would be out for hours. Steve\n had never killed a man before, had never in violence and with intent to\n kill attacked a man....", "But Steve liked Mary Whiting's warm, friendly smile best of all. It was\n comforting and reassuring.\nThree days later, Tobias Whiting disappeared.", "Bleak hostility in his face, the man approached. \"Cantwell. Yeah, I\n remember you. Colony wasn't good enough for young Steve Cantwell. Oh,", "So this was Mary Whiting, Steve thought. Why, she'd been a moppet ten\n years ago! How old? Ten years old maybe. The years crowded him suddenly.\n She was a woman now....", "his mid-forties now, twenty years Steve's senior, but he was\n well-muscled, his flesh was solid, his step bold and strong. He was a", "Steve shook his head, then shook the hand she offered him. She was a\n slim, strong girl with a firm handshake. Her concern for him at a time\n like this was little short of amazing, especially since it was\n completely genuine.", "The well had been poisoned, the town had been deserted on the spur of\n the moment, and Steve had returned to his boyhood home from Earth—too\n late for anything.", "and hand-shaking as some of the men who had been boys with Steve came up\n to recognize and be recognized. Their greeting was warm, as Tobias", "\"I'm going to kill you,\" Steve said very softly, and sprang at Whiting.\n He paused, though. It was a calculated pause, and Whiting cried out as", "awkwardly, blindly with it, kicking up sand. Then Tobias Whiting moaned,\n but Steve hardly heard him.", "Steve and Mary hardly spoke. Talk was unnecessary. But slowly a bond\n grew between them. Steve liked this slim silent girl who had come out\n here with him risking her life although she must have known deep in her" ], [ "The well had been poisoned, the town had been deserted on the spur of\n the moment, and Steve had returned to his boyhood home from Earth—too\n late for anything.", "For a long moment, Steve said nothing. The only emotion he felt was\n pity—pity for the hard life his aunt had lived, and the hard death.", "Steve ran toward the sound. In the scant shadow of the community center,\n a Kumaji was resting. He was a withered old man, all skin and bones and", "Bleak hostility in his face, the man approached. \"Cantwell. Yeah, I\n remember you. Colony wasn't good enough for young Steve Cantwell. Oh,", "\"No,\" Steve said. \"It's hardly damaged at all. Your father got out of it\n all right.\"\n\n\n \"To go—to them?\"", "Steve realized, all that was behind him, and he could only flee with the\n others—either back to the terribly crowded Earth or on in search of a", "Steve crawled to where the older man was sleeping. Tobias Whiting's\n voice surprised him. \"I'm not asleep. I was thinking. I—\"", "\"Steve!\"\n\n\n It was Mary, calling his name and crying.\n\n\n \"It's Dad. Dad was—hit. The pike, a wild stab. He's hit bad—\"", "The refugees were still about a quarter of a mile off, coming up slowly.\n They hardly seemed to be moving at all. \"Is my aunt all right?\" Steve\n said. She was the only family he remembered.", "\"Steve Cantwell?\" Mary said. \"Of course I remember. Hello, Steve. I—I'm\n sorry you had to come back at a time like this. I'm sorry about your\n aunt. If there's anything I can do....\"", "\"No. We'll tell them that was his intention all the while. A man can\n make a mistake, can't he?\"\n\n\n \"I love you, Steve. I love you.\"", "He walked among the buildings, surprise and perhaps sadness etched on\n his gaunt, weather-beaten face. Childhood memories flooded back: the", "\"Oh, I'm staying. I want to stay. This is my home. It's the only home\n I'll ever have. Good luck, young fellow.\"", "When the guard's legs stopped drumming, Steve released him. The man was\n either dead or so close to death that he would be out for hours. Steve\n had never killed a man before, had never in violence and with intent to\n kill attacked a man....", "\"I'm going to kill you,\" Steve said very softly, and sprang at Whiting.\n He paused, though. It was a calculated pause, and Whiting cried out as", "Steve shook his head. \"Ten or fifteen miles is all. Almost out of fuel,\n Mr. Gort. You saw how I took her up for only a quick mile swing each\n day. He won't get far.\"", "\"I've got to. They're my people. I've been away too long.\"\n\n\n \"Say, you're young Cantwell, aren't you? Now I remember.\"", "Steve felt irrational hatred then. He thought it would help if he could\n find some of the nomadic tribesmen and kill them. It might help the way", "Steve crawled over to them. It was very dark. He could barely make out\n Tobias Whiting's pain-contorted face.\n\n\n \"My stomach,\" Whiting said, gasping for breath. \"The pain....\"", "house. Inside, it was dim but hardly cooler. Steve was sweating, the\n saline sweat making him blink. He scowled, not understanding. The table" ], [ "\"But why?\" someone asked. \"Why?\"\n\n\n At first there was no answer. Then a woman whose husband had died the\n day before said: \"It's no secret Whiting has plenty of money—with the\n Kumaji.\"", "But Steve liked Mary Whiting's warm, friendly smile best of all. It was\n comforting and reassuring.\nThree days later, Tobias Whiting disappeared.", "For a long moment, Steve said nothing. The only emotion he felt was\n pity—pity for the hard life his aunt had lived, and the hard death.", "Steve and Mary hardly spoke. Talk was unnecessary. But slowly a bond\n grew between them. Steve liked this slim silent girl who had come out\n here with him risking her life although she must have known deep in her", "They were brought a pasty gruel for their supper, and ate in silence and\n distaste, ate because they needed the strength. Mary said, \"Dad, I don't", "Steve ran toward the sound. In the scant shadow of the community center,\n a Kumaji was resting. He was a withered old man, all skin and bones and", "\"Oh, I'm staying. I want to stay. This is my home. It's the only home\n I'll ever have. Good luck, young fellow.\"", "Sadness would come later, if there was to be a time for sadness.\nThe caravan reached them then. The first person Steve saw was a girl.", "Steve crawled over to them. It was very dark. He could barely make out\n Tobias Whiting's pain-contorted face.\n\n\n \"My stomach,\" Whiting said, gasping for breath. \"The pain....\"", "that.\" He looked with bitterness at the dusty file of refugees. \"But I\n never got a credit out of it. Wherever we wind up, my girl and I will be\n poor again. We could have been rich.\"", "\"To die,\" the old man said, without self-pity. \"I'm too old to flee, too\n old to fight, too old for anything but death. More water.\"", "\"No. We'll tell them that was his intention all the while. A man can\n make a mistake, can't he?\"\n\n\n \"I love you, Steve. I love you.\"", "\"Dad is. Listen to the way he's breathing—like a baby. As if—as if he\n wasn't going to betray all our people. Oh, I hate him, I hate him!\"", "Steve took Mary's hand and pulled her out into the hot, dark, wind-blown\n night. He carried the dead Kumaji's pike and they slipped across the\n sand to where the", "make the trade.\" His voice reflected some bitterness.\nMary went to Gort and slapped his face. The elderly man did not even", "\"Steve!\"\n\n\n It was Mary, calling his name and crying.\n\n\n \"It's Dad. Dad was—hit. The pike, a wild stab. He's hit bad—\"", "\"Mary....\"\n\n\n \"Oh, Dad, why did you do it? Why?\"", "want you to tell them anything. Dad, please. If you thought you were\n doing it for me....\"", "\"They're gone. All gone.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, but what happened?\"\n\n\n \"The Kumaji—\"\n\n\n \"You're Kumaji.\"", "\"All right,\" Gort went on relentlessly. \"Then this is what I figure must\n have happened. Whiting got to brooding over his lost fortune and finally" ], [ "Steve ran toward the sound. In the scant shadow of the community center,\n a Kumaji was resting. He was a withered old man, all skin and bones and", "\"But why?\" someone asked. \"Why?\"\n\n\n At first there was no answer. Then a woman whose husband had died the\n day before said: \"It's no secret Whiting has plenty of money—with the\n Kumaji.\"", "\"They have to,\" the old man said. \"And they have to hurry. Men, women\n and children. The Kumaji are after them.\"", "The old man's voice called after him: \"Tell the people ... hurry ...\n Kumaji looking for them to kill ... desert wind ought to wipe out their\n trail ... but hurry....\"", "\"They're gone. All gone.\"\n\n\n \"Yes, but what happened?\"\n\n\n \"The Kumaji—\"\n\n\n \"You're Kumaji.\"", "'em. The Kumaji'll kill me for a renegade, I figure. I lived a good,\n long life. I've no regrets. Go after your people, young fellow. They'll", "\"Last night.\" It was now midafternoon. \"Three folks died,\" the Kumaji\n said in his almost perfect English, \"from the poisoning of the well. The", "than a couple of men to look for him, though, in case the Kumaji find\n us—or are led to us—and attack.\"", "Kumaji, they won't just give it to him—not by a long sight.\"", "Cantwell the man. He had been the Colony's official trader with the\n Kumajis, and had grown rich—by colony standards—at his business. Now,", "night they found a small spring with brackish but drinkable water. On\n the third day, having covered half the distance to the Kumaji\n settlement, they began to encounter Kumaji patrols, on foot or", "Then silencing Whiting wasn't the answer. But the Kumajis had one\n willing prisoner and two unwilling ones. They knew that. If the willing", "\"To die,\" the old man said, without self-pity. \"I'm too old to flee, too\n old to fight, too old for anything but death. More water.\"", "sought everywhere. Even on a parched desert wasteland like this. The\n Kumaji tribesmen had never accepted the colony as a fact of their life", "Tobias Whiting said: \"Shame of it is, Cantwell, some of us could get\n along with the Kumaji. I had a pretty good business here, you know", "They were hobbled and led painfully across the sand. They were taken\n that way to a small Kumaji encampment, and thrust within a circular\n tent.", "\"We can tell them this,\" Steve said. \"Your father died a hero's death,\n sending the Kumajis off in the wrong direction.\"\n\n\n \"And not—not what he'd planned to do at first.\"", "figure, there's a Kumaji base fifty miles due north of here. Whiting\n knows it too, so that's where he'll be going, I figure. Can't spare more", "expected. With sinking heart he realized that Tobias Whiting, if he\n escaped the crash-landing without injury, must surely have reached the\n Kumaji encampment by now.", "Steve took Mary's hand and pulled her out into the hot, dark, wind-blown\n night. He carried the dead Kumaji's pike and they slipped across the\n sand to where the" ] ]

[ "What was Jon Karyl's job?", "How did Jon know the Steel-Blues were not from Earth's solar system?", "How did the Steel-Blues torture Jon Karyl?", "How did Space Patrol 101 defeat the Steel-Blues and save Jon Karyl?", "Why did the Steel-Blues come to Earth's solar system?", "How did the pursuant Steel-Blue neutralize Jon in the service station?", "How did Jon find the service station?", "Why were the Steel-Blues carrying around sheets of plastic and other kinds of equipment?", "Why did the Steel-Blues describe themselves as robots?" ]

[ [ "He managed a service station for Earthships as Lone Watcher on an asteroid and warned Earth about any potential threats.", "As Lone Watcher, he patrolled Earth's Solar System, keeping watch for hostile spaceships that might attack.", "Jon Karyl was a Lone Watcher, which meant he visited service stations at different asteroids, fixing broken rocket engines and scanning the skies for enemy ships.", "As a Lone Watcher, he was responsible for maintaining a service station where ships could come to refuel and also keep an eye out for the dangerous, mind-reading Steel-Blues." ], [ "Their steel-blue color betrayed their otherworldly origins.", "They had the distinct ability to read thoughts, which was not something that Earthmen or any other species in their solar system had the ability to do.", "They had eyes that wrapped around the backs of their heads, which wasn't a physical characteristic of Earthmen or any other species in their solar system.", "The blast from the service station's atomic cannon didn't harm their spaceship whatsoever--a quality foreign to anything he had ever seen." ], [ "They forced him to drink water diluted with citric acid, since they were unable to determine his chemical composition and therefore assumed it would have the same negative effect on his body that it had on their own metalloid bodies.", "They made him ingest a lethal cocktail of liquid hemlock diluted with citric acid over the course of more than two weeks, which slowly ate away at his insides as he got weaker and weaker and tried to develop a plan to warn Space Patrol.", "They prevented him from eating, forced him to drink citric acid, and forced him to succumb to their insidious mind-reading techniques that they used to try to learn as much as possible about Space Patrol.", "They gave him a liquid form of hemlock diluted with citric acid, which slowly corroded his insides and led him to become very hungry over time." ], [ "They weakened their ship's defenses using a water-filled projectile and finished them off with an atomic weapon.", "They filled a projectile with water diluted by citric acid and used that to melt away the enemy ship's outer layer; SP-101 exploited this vulnerability and destroyed the ship with atomic shots.", "They chased the Steel-Blues into their force field, where they blasted the ship relentlessly with shots from the atomic cannon.", "They trapped the Steel-Blues using a force field and bombed them with a hollowed-out shell filled with water, which melted the ship and killed the Steel-Blues." ], [ "They wanted to test their newly-designed torture technique on species they had not yet encountered in their travels.", "In order to expand their habitat and colonize more planets.", "They found Earthmen more susceptible to the practice of telepathy, and therefore they were easier to predict and subdue.", "They were seeking lifeforms that, like their own, were also composed largely of metals and could be easily harmed by water." ], [ "It used one of its many blue tentacles to prevent Jon from shooting his stubray pistol and pinned him to the floor.", "It used its telepathic abilities to read Jon's mind and predict that he would make a quick grab for his stubray gun; because of this, it was able to stop Jon from escaping.", "It used a black box, which was some kind of weapon, to temporarily immobilize Jon so that he could be imprisoned.", "It used a black box to blast a hole in the rock surrounding Jon, thereby preventing his ability to move in any direction." ], [ "He used unique features of the landscape such as a small bush to help him locate the hidden entrance.", "He located it by triangulating his previous location at the rocket ship with the location of the Blue-Steel ship and his current location hidden amongst the brush.", "He stumbled upon the entrance amidst a dense thicket while on the rune from the pursuant Blue-Steels.", "He hid at the bottom of a ravine until the Blue-Steels had passed, and then opened the lock leading into the tunnel of the service station." ], [ "They were materials used to construct the force field that protected their ship against the atomic cannon blasts that Jon attempted to use to defend the service station.", "They were materials used to build temporary residences and other necessary establishments as they began to colonize asteroids and other celestial bodies in the solar system.", "They used those materials to build a field station from which they conducted medical experiments upon Jon to examine the composition of his body and determine the appropriate torture.", "They used those materials to build a replica of Jon's service station to serve as a makeshift prison where they would observe the results of the liquid torture upon his body." ], [ "They used telepathy to read Jon's thoughts and therefore learn to communicate with him through his own language. Since Jon thought they were robots, that's how they described themselves.", "Their cylindrical structures were comprised of a solid, steel metal impervious to any weapons found within Earth's solar system.", "They had been programmed to search the galaxy for other planets on which to expand their living space and to test out new methods of torture on other beings. They had a robotic commitment to their mission.", "Although they had flexible tentacles with which they grasped black boxes and operated other equipment, their torsos were metallic and solid with eyes stretching to the backs of their heads." ] ]

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[ [ "He pulled strongly on the lever. With a\n hiss of escaping air, the lock swung open.\n Jon Karyl darted inside, the door closing\n softly behind.", "There wasn't much fear in Jon Karyl's\n mind. Psychiatrists had proved that when he\n had applied for this high-paying but man-killing\n job as a Lone Watcher on the Solar\n System's starways.", "Jon Karyl waited, too. He thought of the\n stubray pistol holstered at his hip. Shoot my\n way out? It'd be fun while it lasted. But he\n toted up the disadvantages.", "As he fled, Jon Karyl cursed softly under\n his breath. The automatic alarm should have\n shrilled out a warning.", "With a sigh, Jon Karyl, who was curious\n unto death, relaxed and said, \"All right,\n bub, you don't have to force-feed me. I'll\n take it like a man.\"", "He'd eluded them, temporarily at least,\n Jon Karyl decided when he finally edged off\n the dim trail and watched for movement\n along the route behind him.", "\"No,\" Jon Karyl said. \"I didn't die. I\n was just plain dead-beat so I went to sleep.\"\n The Steel-Blues apparently didn't understand.", "Jon Karyl took one look and went bounding\n over the asteroid's rocky slopes in fifty-foot\n bounds.", "Instead of following around the sharp\n bend, Jon Karyl moved straight ahead\n through the overhanging bushes until he", "Jon Karyl shrugged as he was led from\n the lighted room through more corridors.\n If it got too bad he still had the stubray\n pistol.", "Jon Karyl unsheathed the stubray pistol\n at his side, turned the oxygen dial up for\n greater exertion, increased the gravity pull\n in his space-suit boots as he neared the\n ravine he'd been racing for.", "of the ravine, Jon Karyl dodged the bare\n spots. The oxygen made the tremendous\n exertion easy for his lungs as he sped down", "Jon Karyl saw none of the steel-blue creatures.\n But he saw their ship. It squatted\n like a smashed-down kid's top, its lock shut\n tight.", "Jon Karyl grinned a trifle wryly. What\n kind of torture could this be?\n\n\n Would it last 21 days? He glanced at the\n chronometer on his wrist.", "His Steel-Blue said: \"We have reproduced\n the atmosphere of your station so that you\n be watched while you undergo the torture\n under the normal conditions of your life.\"\n\n\n \"What is this torture?\" Jon Karyl asked.", "inside—one of them Jon Karyl\n recognized as an air pump from within the\n station—and they laid out a pallet.", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "Jon Karyl got up from the divan where\n he'd been lying. \"They thought I was a\n metal creature, too. But where do you suppose\n they came from?\"\n\n\n The captain shrugged. \"Who knows?\"", "\"Yes, Karyl, it's ironical. They fed you\n what they thought was sure death, and it's\n the only thing that kept you going long\n enough to warn us.\"", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a" ], [ "Jon's Steel-Blue led him out of the alien\n ship and halted expectantly just outside the\n ship's lock.", "He kept watching the heavens and hoping.\n\n\n Abruptly he knew the SP ship was coming,\n for the blue ship of the Steel-Blues was\n rising silently from the asteroid.", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "Jon Karyl saw none of the steel-blue creatures.\n But he saw their ship. It squatted\n like a smashed-down kid's top, its lock shut\n tight.", "He had little fear now, only curiosity.\n These Steel-Blues didn't seem inimical.\n They could have snuffed out my life very\n simply. Perhaps they and Solarians can be\n friends.", "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "\"Just thinking to myself,\" Jon answered.\n It was a welcome surprise. Apparently his\n thoughts had to be directed outward, rather\n than inward, in order for the Steel-Blues to\n read it.", "\"These Steel-Blues, as you call them, put\n traction beams on us and started tugging us\n toward the asteroid. We tried a couple of\n atomic shots but when they just glanced off,\n we gave up.", "Jon was dumbfounded when he saw the\n bolt ricochet off the ship. This was no ship\n of the solar system. There was nothing that", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "\"A robot,\" came the immediate answer.\n Jon was quite sure then that the Steel-Blue\n was telepathic. \"Yes,\" the Steel-Blue answered.", "It was pitch dark within the ship but the\n Steel-Blue seemed to have no trouble at all\n maneuvering through the maze of corridors.\n Jon followed him, attached to one tentacle.", "On the sixteenth day, the Earthman realized\n that the Steel-Blues also were waiting\n for the SP ship.", "As Karyl watched, a second Steel-Blue\n came crawling out of the ship.", "He followed the Steel-Blue into the gaping\n lock of the invaders' space ship wondering\n how he could warn Earth. The Space", "He tuned the televisor to its widest range\n and finally spotted one of the Steel-Blues.\n He was looking into the stationary rocket\n engine.", "Jon walked into the little igloo. The\n Steel-Blues sealed the lock, fingered dials\n and switches on the outside. Jon's space suit\n deflated. Pressure was building up in the\n igloo.", "Robots! Jon gauged immediately. But\n where were their masters?\n\n\n The Steel-Blues moved out of the range\n of the televisor. A minute later Jon heard\n a pounding from the station upstairs.", "The cylinder sat passively in its niche in\n the circle. A dozen Steel-Blues were watching\n as Jon put on his helmet and unsheathed\n his stubray." ], [ "His Steel-Blue said: \"We have reproduced\n the atmosphere of your station so that you\n be watched while you undergo the torture\n under the normal conditions of your life.\"\n\n\n \"What is this torture?\" Jon Karyl asked.", "The Steel Blues crowded about the igloo,\n staring at him through elliptical eyes.\n\n\n Apparently, they too, were waiting for the\n torture to begin.", "\"I'm the first Steel-Blue you met,\" said\n the creature who barred his way. \"Go back\n to your torture.\"", "Steel-Blue chuckled. \"So the hemlock, as\n you call it, is beginning to affect you at\n last? Back to the torture room.\"", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "\"No,\" Jon Karyl said. \"I didn't die. I\n was just plain dead-beat so I went to sleep.\"\n The Steel-Blues apparently didn't understand.", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "Abruptly Jon found himself standing on\n a pinnacle of rock. Steel-Blue had cut a\n swath around him 15 feet deep and five feet\n wide.\n\n\n \"Back to the room,\" Steel-Blue commanded.", "Citric acid wasn't the answer, Jon Karyl\n discovered a week later.\n\n\n The Steel-Blue who had captured him in\n the power room of the service station came\n in to examine him.", "Jon Karyl grinned a trifle wryly. What\n kind of torture could this be?\n\n\n Would it last 21 days? He glanced at the\n chronometer on his wrist.", "He didn't know how weak he was until\n he stumbled and fell only a few feet from\n his prison.\n\n\n The Steel-Blues just watched him.", "\"This is the violator?\" Jon's Steel-Blue\n nodded.\n\n\n \"You know the penalty? Carry it out.\"", "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "in his singular, nerve-fraught job on the asteroid. But nothing like the\n weird twenty-one-day liquid test devised by the invading Steel-Blues.\nJon Karyl", "\"Just thinking to myself,\" Jon answered.\n It was a welcome surprise. Apparently his\n thoughts had to be directed outward, rather\n than inward, in order for the Steel-Blues to\n read it.", "It was on the fifth day of his torture that\n Jon Karyl decided that he was going to get\n something to eat or perish in the attempt.", "Jon resheathed the stubray pistol,\n shrugged non-committally and leaped the\n trench. He walked slowly back and reentered\n the torture chamber.", "It was pitch dark within the ship but the\n Steel-Blue seemed to have no trouble at all\n maneuvering through the maze of corridors.\n Jon followed him, attached to one tentacle.", "Jon Karyl saw none of the steel-blue creatures.\n But he saw their ship. It squatted\n like a smashed-down kid's top, its lock shut\n tight." ], [ "Jon Karyl saw none of the steel-blue creatures.\n But he saw their ship. It squatted\n like a smashed-down kid's top, its lock shut\n tight.", "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "Jon's Steel-Blue led him out of the alien\n ship and halted expectantly just outside the\n ship's lock.", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "\"A robot,\" came the immediate answer.\n Jon was quite sure then that the Steel-Blue\n was telepathic. \"Yes,\" the Steel-Blue answered.", "Jon walked into the little igloo. The\n Steel-Blues sealed the lock, fingered dials\n and switches on the outside. Jon's space suit\n deflated. Pressure was building up in the\n igloo.", "\"No,\" Jon Karyl said. \"I didn't die. I\n was just plain dead-beat so I went to sleep.\"\n The Steel-Blues apparently didn't understand.", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "Robots! Jon gauged immediately. But\n where were their masters?\n\n\n The Steel-Blues moved out of the range\n of the televisor. A minute later Jon heard\n a pounding from the station upstairs.", "\"These Steel-Blues, as you call them, put\n traction beams on us and started tugging us\n toward the asteroid. We tried a couple of\n atomic shots but when they just glanced off,\n we gave up.", "Abruptly Jon found himself standing on\n a pinnacle of rock. Steel-Blue had cut a\n swath around him 15 feet deep and five feet\n wide.\n\n\n \"Back to the room,\" Steel-Blue commanded.", "He kept watching the heavens and hoping.\n\n\n Abruptly he knew the SP ship was coming,\n for the blue ship of the Steel-Blues was\n rising silently from the asteroid.", "\"Just thinking to myself,\" Jon answered.\n It was a welcome surprise. Apparently his\n thoughts had to be directed outward, rather\n than inward, in order for the Steel-Blues to\n read it.", "Yes, he'd stay alive till then. And send\n the story of the Steel-Blues' corrosive acid\n to it. Then hundreds of Earth's ships could", "\"Like R-dust,\" Jon growled. He pressed\n the firing stud on the stubray gun. One of\n Steel-Blue's tentacles broke off and fell to\n the rocky sward.", "The cylinder sat passively in its niche in\n the circle. A dozen Steel-Blues were watching\n as Jon put on his helmet and unsheathed\n his stubray.", "His Steel-Blue said: \"We have reproduced\n the atmosphere of your station so that you\n be watched while you undergo the torture\n under the normal conditions of your life.\"\n\n\n \"What is this torture?\" Jon Karyl asked.", "He followed the Steel-Blue into the gaping\n lock of the invaders' space ship wondering\n how he could warn Earth. The Space", "Jon Karyl unsheathed the stubray pistol\n at his side, turned the oxygen dial up for\n greater exertion, increased the gravity pull\n in his space-suit boots as he neared the\n ravine he'd been racing for.", "in his singular, nerve-fraught job on the asteroid. But nothing like the\n weird twenty-one-day liquid test devised by the invading Steel-Blues.\nJon Karyl" ], [ "He had little fear now, only curiosity.\n These Steel-Blues didn't seem inimical.\n They could have snuffed out my life very\n simply. Perhaps they and Solarians can be\n friends.", "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "\"These Steel-Blues, as you call them, put\n traction beams on us and started tugging us\n toward the asteroid. We tried a couple of\n atomic shots but when they just glanced off,\n we gave up.", "It came anyway. \"For the same reason you\n Earthmen are reaching out farther into your\n system. We need living room. You have\n strategically placed planets for our use. We\n will use them.\"", "He followed the Steel-Blue into the gaping\n lock of the invaders' space ship wondering\n how he could warn Earth. The Space", "He kept watching the heavens and hoping.\n\n\n Abruptly he knew the SP ship was coming,\n for the blue ship of the Steel-Blues was\n rising silently from the asteroid.", "On the sixteenth day, the Earthman realized\n that the Steel-Blues also were waiting\n for the SP ship.", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "Now here was the answer to the scientists'\n warning. Invasion by extra-terrestrials.\n\n\n \"What did you say?\" asked Steel-Blue.\n \"I couldn't understand.\"", "Yes, he'd stay alive till then. And send\n the story of the Steel-Blues' corrosive acid\n to it. Then hundreds of Earth's ships could", "\"We appreciate your compliment,\" Steel-Blue\n said. \"But that metal also is found on\n our world. It's probably the softest and most", "As Karyl watched, a second Steel-Blue\n came crawling out of the ship.", "He tuned the televisor to its widest range\n and finally spotted one of the Steel-Blues.\n He was looking into the stationary rocket\n engine.", "\"A robot,\" came the immediate answer.\n Jon was quite sure then that the Steel-Blue\n was telepathic. \"Yes,\" the Steel-Blue answered.", "A Steel-Blue, more massive than his\n guide and with four more pair of tentacles,\n including two short ones that grew from the\n top of its head, spoke out.", "Jon's Steel-Blue led him out of the alien\n ship and halted expectantly just outside the\n ship's lock.", "He either would have to find a hiding\n place on the asteroid, and if the Steel-Blues\n wanted him bad enough they could tear the\n whole place to pieces, or somehow get\n aboard the little life ship hidden in the\n service station.", "The Steel-Blue chuckled. \"You get—absent-minded,\n is it?—every once in a\n while.\"\n\n\n Just then four other Steel-Blues appeared\n lugging great sheets of plastic and various\n other equipment.", "A Steel-Blue stood facing him. A forked\n tentacle held a square black box.", "The Steel Blues crowded about the igloo,\n staring at him through elliptical eyes.\n\n\n Apparently, they too, were waiting for the\n torture to begin." ], [ "Jon was out of his goldfish bowl and\n striding toward his own igloo adjacent to\n the service station when a Steel-Blue\n accosted him.", "Abruptly Jon found himself standing on\n a pinnacle of rock. Steel-Blue had cut a\n swath around him 15 feet deep and five feet\n wide.\n\n\n \"Back to the room,\" Steel-Blue commanded.", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "\"Just thinking to myself,\" Jon answered.\n It was a welcome surprise. Apparently his\n thoughts had to be directed outward, rather\n than inward, in order for the Steel-Blues to\n read it.", "Jon's Steel-Blue led him out of the alien\n ship and halted expectantly just outside the\n ship's lock.", "Once more, Jon used the stubray pistol.\n He marched out of the plastic igloo and ran\n toward the service station.", "His Steel-Blue said: \"We have reproduced\n the atmosphere of your station so that you\n be watched while you undergo the torture\n under the normal conditions of your life.\"\n\n\n \"What is this torture?\" Jon Karyl asked.", "\"Like R-dust,\" Jon growled. He pressed\n the firing stud on the stubray gun. One of\n Steel-Blue's tentacles broke off and fell to\n the rocky sward.", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "Citric acid wasn't the answer, Jon Karyl\n discovered a week later.\n\n\n The Steel-Blue who had captured him in\n the power room of the service station came\n in to examine him.", "It was pitch dark within the ship but the\n Steel-Blue seemed to have no trouble at all\n maneuvering through the maze of corridors.\n Jon followed him, attached to one tentacle.", "The cylinder sat passively in its niche in\n the circle. A dozen Steel-Blues were watching\n as Jon put on his helmet and unsheathed\n his stubray.", "Robots! Jon gauged immediately. But\n where were their masters?\n\n\n The Steel-Blues moved out of the range\n of the televisor. A minute later Jon heard\n a pounding from the station upstairs.", "\"A robot,\" came the immediate answer.\n Jon was quite sure then that the Steel-Blue\n was telepathic. \"Yes,\" the Steel-Blue answered.", "There was one lone Steel-Blue watching\n him when he rubbed the sleep out of his\n eyes and sat up.", "A Steel-Blue stood facing him. A forked\n tentacle held a square black box.", "Eyes in the back of his head, Jon thought.\n That's quite an innovation. \"Thank you,\"\n Steel-Blue said.", "Jon could read nothing in that metallic\n face. He said, voice muffled by the confines\n of the plastic helmet, \"Who are you?\"", "Jon walked into the little igloo. The\n Steel-Blues sealed the lock, fingered dials\n and switches on the outside. Jon's space suit\n deflated. Pressure was building up in the\n igloo." ], [ "Once more, Jon used the stubray pistol.\n He marched out of the plastic igloo and ran\n toward the service station.", "Jon was out of his goldfish bowl and\n striding toward his own igloo adjacent to\n the service station when a Steel-Blue\n accosted him.", "He found one, a stubby bush, shaped like\n a Maltese cross, clinging to the lip of the\n ravine. The hidden entrance to the service\n station wasn't far off.", "When they were done Jon saw a miniature\n reproduction of the service station, lacking\n only the cannon cap and fin, and with clear\n plastic walls instead of the opaqueness of the\n other.", "Anyway, he was curious. He'd taken on\n the lonely, nerve-wracking job of service\n station attendant just to see what it offered.\n\n\n Here was a part of it, and it was certainly\n something new.", "Once hidden from their eyes, he could cut\n back and head for the underground entrance\n to the service station.\n\n\n He glanced back finally.", "Jon thought he'd have a look-see anyway.\n He went up the steel ladder leading to the\n station's power plant and the televisor that\n could look into every room within the\n station.", "Jon leaped to a row of studs, lining up\n the revolving turret which capped the station\n so that its thin fin pointed at the\n squat ship of the invaders.", "There\n , just ahead of him, was the lock\n leading into the service station. Slipping\n a key out of a leg pouch on the space suit,", "Jon resheathed the stubray pistol,\n shrugged non-committally and leaped the\n trench. He walked slowly back and reentered\n the torture chamber.", "inside—one of them Jon Karyl\n recognized as an air pump from within the\n station—and they laid out a pallet.", "Steel-Blue chuckled.\nJon\n followed him through the sundered\n lock of the station. Karyl stopped for a", "Finally Jon and his guide entered a circular\n room, bright with light streaming from\n a glass-like, bulging skylight. They apparently\n were near topside of the vessel.", "Abruptly Jon found himself standing on\n a pinnacle of rock. Steel-Blue had cut a\n swath around him 15 feet deep and five feet\n wide.\n\n\n \"Back to the room,\" Steel-Blue commanded.", "He pulled strongly on the lever. With a\n hiss of escaping air, the lock swung open.\n Jon Karyl darted inside, the door closing\n softly behind.", "Jon could read nothing in that metallic\n face. He said, voice muffled by the confines\n of the plastic helmet, \"Who are you?\"", "He either would have to find a hiding\n place on the asteroid, and if the Steel-Blues\n wanted him bad enough they could tear the\n whole place to pieces, or somehow get\n aboard the little life ship hidden in the\n service station.", "He'd eluded them, temporarily at least,\n Jon Karyl decided when he finally edged off\n the dim trail and watched for movement\n along the route behind him.", "Robots! Jon gauged immediately. But\n where were their masters?\n\n\n The Steel-Blues moved out of the range\n of the televisor. A minute later Jon heard\n a pounding from the station upstairs.", "Jon walked into the little igloo. The\n Steel-Blues sealed the lock, fingered dials\n and switches on the outside. Jon's space suit\n deflated. Pressure was building up in the\n igloo." ], [ "The Steel-Blue chuckled. \"You get—absent-minded,\n is it?—every once in a\n while.\"\n\n\n Just then four other Steel-Blues appeared\n lugging great sheets of plastic and various\n other equipment.", "A Steel-Blue stood facing him. A forked\n tentacle held a square black box.", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "He looked at the cylinder, then at the\n Steel-Blues crowding around the plastic\n igloo. He waved the glass at the audience.", "The cylinder sat passively in its niche in\n the circle. A dozen Steel-Blues were watching\n as Jon put on his helmet and unsheathed\n his stubray.", "The Steel Blues crowded about the igloo,\n staring at him through elliptical eyes.\n\n\n Apparently, they too, were waiting for the\n torture to begin.", "Those Steel-Blues were pounding holes\n into the stelrylite with round-headed metal\n clubs. But it was impossible. Stelrylite didn't\n break up that easily.", "Abruptly Jon found himself standing on\n a pinnacle of rock. Steel-Blue had cut a\n swath around him 15 feet deep and five feet\n wide.\n\n\n \"Back to the room,\" Steel-Blue commanded.", "As Karyl watched, a second Steel-Blue\n came crawling out of the ship.", "He tuned the televisor to its widest range\n and finally spotted one of the Steel-Blues.\n He was looking into the stationary rocket\n engine.", "A Steel-Blue, more massive than his\n guide and with four more pair of tentacles,\n including two short ones that grew from the\n top of its head, spoke out.", "Finally he looked away from the heavens\n to the two Steel-Blues who stood negligently\n outside the goldfish bowl.", "\"Just thinking to myself,\" Jon answered.\n It was a welcome surprise. Apparently his\n thoughts had to be directed outward, rather\n than inward, in order for the Steel-Blues to\n read it.", "Karyl examined the two creatures. They\n were of the steel-blue color from the crown\n of their egg-shaped heads to the tips of\n their walking appendages.", "The Steel-Blue said quietly:", "There were several more queer motions\n inside his body.\n\n\n Then another Steel-Blue voice said:", "Working swiftly, they built a plastic\n igloo, smaller than the living room in the\n larger service station igloo. They ranged instruments", "It was pitch dark within the ship but the\n Steel-Blue seemed to have no trouble at all\n maneuvering through the maze of corridors.\n Jon followed him, attached to one tentacle.", "\"I am\"—there was a rising inflection in\n the answer—\"a Steel-Blue.\"" ], [ "\"A robot,\" came the immediate answer.\n Jon was quite sure then that the Steel-Blue\n was telepathic. \"Yes,\" the Steel-Blue answered.", "\"I am\"—there was a rising inflection in\n the answer—\"a Steel-Blue.\"", "The Steel-Blues rapidly repaired the damage\n he'd done.\n\n\n As he watched them, Jon was still curious,\n but he was getting mad underneath at\n the cold egoism of the Steel-Blues.", "The Steel-Blue chuckled. \"You get—absent-minded,\n is it?—every once in a\n while.\"\n\n\n Just then four other Steel-Blues appeared\n lugging great sheets of plastic and various\n other equipment.", "There were no lips on the Steel-Blue's\n face to move. \"That is what I have named\n you,\" Jon Karyl said. \"But what are you?\"", "Robots! Jon gauged immediately. But\n where were their masters?\n\n\n The Steel-Blues moved out of the range\n of the televisor. A minute later Jon heard\n a pounding from the station upstairs.", "\"I'm the first Steel-Blue you met,\" said\n the creature who barred his way. \"Go back\n to your torture.\"", "Karyl examined the two creatures. They\n were of the steel-blue color from the crown\n of their egg-shaped heads to the tips of\n their walking appendages.", "The two Steel-Blues moved toward the\n center of the televisor range. They're coming\n toward the station, Karyl thought grimly.", "The Steel Blues crowded about the igloo,\n staring at him through elliptical eyes.\n\n\n Apparently, they too, were waiting for the\n torture to begin.", "He had little fear now, only curiosity.\n These Steel-Blues didn't seem inimical.\n They could have snuffed out my life very\n simply. Perhaps they and Solarians can be\n friends.", "The Steel-Blue said quietly:", "\"No,\" Jon Karyl said. \"I didn't die. I\n was just plain dead-beat so I went to sleep.\"\n The Steel-Blues apparently didn't understand.", "\"Just thinking to myself,\" Jon answered.\n It was a welcome surprise. Apparently his\n thoughts had to be directed outward, rather\n than inward, in order for the Steel-Blues to\n read it.", "\"These Steel-Blues, as you call them, put\n traction beams on us and started tugging us\n toward the asteroid. We tried a couple of\n atomic shots but when they just glanced off,\n we gave up.", "There were several more queer motions\n inside his body.\n\n\n Then another Steel-Blue voice said:", "A Steel-Blue stood facing him. A forked\n tentacle held a square black box.", "He tuned the televisor to its widest range\n and finally spotted one of the Steel-Blues.\n He was looking into the stationary rocket\n engine.", "A Steel-Blue, more massive than his\n guide and with four more pair of tentacles,\n including two short ones that grew from the\n top of its head, spoke out.", "The cylinder sat passively in its niche in\n the circle. A dozen Steel-Blues were watching\n as Jon put on his helmet and unsheathed\n his stubray." ] ]

[ "What is the purpose of OA?", "What is the author’s message about OA?", "According to the author, does open access mean articles won’t be peer reviewed?", "What is the “low hanging fruit”?", "What is the “high hanging fruit”?", "What is one reason that the OA movement focuses mainly on academic articles?", "According to the author, who will benefit the most from OA?", "According to the author, why should preprint be made OA?", "Why would a book author want to have their work be OA?", "Which is NOT an argument for OA?" ]

[ [ "Open access would remove access barriers to content, such as fees or membership requirements, so that the content is available to everyone. ", "Open access would give anyone who works at a university unlimited access to content.", "Open access would allow anyone to publish what they want online, even if the information is untrue.", "Open access would give educators unlimited access to databases. " ], [ "The author believes that there should be open access to all content that could be useful to scholars.", "The author believes that lay people should not have open access to academic articles. ", "The author believes that printed books are superior to digital content.", "The author believes that open access will diminish the peer-review process. " ], [ "No, because many journals will still require peer review before publishing content.", "No, because lay people will not want to read articles that are not peer reviewed. ", "Yes, because there will not be an incentive to do the peer review process. ", "Yes, because journals won’t pay authors for their articles. " ], [ "Print books", "Conference presentations ", "Academic journal articles", "Textbooks" ], [ "Print books", "Theses and dissertations", "Postprint articles", "Academic journal articles" ], [ "Other types of content is already free to the public. ", "Lay people are not interested in reading academic journals. ", "People are not reading books anymore.", "Journals don’t pay authors for their work, so open access won’t impact an author’s compensation. " ], [ "Researchers ", "Journalists ", "Lay people", "Graduate students " ], [ "Lay people should have the same access as professional researchers. ", "The peer review process is outdated. ", "Lay people do not care if an article is peer reviewed. ", "Researchers will have quicker access to new work instead of having to wait for the long process of peer review. " ], [ "Book authors care more about people reading their work than getting financially compensated.", "Book authors would get paid more from online advertising than selling their books in a store. ", "People are not buying print books anymore.", "Open access will encourage some people to buy the print version. " ], [ "People should create content for free because financial compensation can create bias. ", "Software can organize the information to make research faster and easier.", "Lay people will receive better medical care if their medical team has open access to current research.", "Knowledge needs to be seen as a public good rather than a commodity." ] ]

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[ "What is the premise of the Yerkes-Dodson law?", "Why is it important to differentiate between eustress and distress?", "Why does Petticrew believe the tobacco industry's stress research is relevant?", "What is the connection between human suggestibility and stress according to the article?", "Why were the videos of LeBron James missing and sinking basketball shots significant?", "Why does Marmot believe healthcare, education, and housing may not be adequate for correcting health inequalities?", "What is the irony of coping mechanisms such as self-help, stress management, and therapy?", "Why does the author suggest the underprivileged benefit from prosocial behaviors such as helping others?", "Why does Koko's creator believe the app has been successful?", "Why does the author suggest stress is a relatively recent phenomenon?" ]

[ [ "While people may benefit from a certain amount of stress in their lives, too much stress is counterproductive.", "Like mice, when people are given less straightforward choices in life, they become confused and have a difficult time making a decision.", "Little stress in life often yields the greatest results in terms of general happiness and productivity. ", "Stress is intrinsically linked to human biology and can be tracked and measured through electrical shocks." ], [ "Understanding these two terms can help dispel the myth that all eustress is good and all distress is bad and that there is a proper union between the two that can result in real peace.", "It is important to correctly define these two terms so that Selye can finally win a Nobel prize and he doesn't have to continue doing research for tobacco companies.", "It would benefit people to help them realize that a certain amount of stress is good as this can drive ambition and accomplishment; at the same time, it is important to temper stress so it doesn't become too overwhelming.", "Not understanding the difference between these two kinds of stress can lead to more persistent, unmanageable, and damaging kinds of stress in a person's life." ], [ "The research demonstrates that tobacco is an appropriate way to cope with stress and that the negative physical health effects of smoking are largely exaggerated.", "It reveals that Selye's research into the biological function of stress was tainted by his involvement with the tobacco industry's interest in propagandizing its product as a cure for stress.", "It introduced the revolutionary concept of the \"Type A\" personality, which has been used as a diagnosis for competitiveness, ambition, and anxiety in the ensuing years.", "It demonstrates the ways in which lies about the causes and results of stress have been perpetuated by industry in the name of sales and how many of those lies have persisted in spite of being disproven." ], [ "If you have convinced yourself that stress will harm you, then it most likely will.", "People who read self-help books, practice meditation, and go to therapy will automatically experience less stress in their lives.", "People experiencing enormous amounts of distress in their lives can reexamine the causes of that distress and learn to view it as eustress instead.", "People who were born into poverty and similar difficult circumstances can remove stress from their lives by simply embracing eustress." ], [ "They revealed that our pre-conceived notions of stress will remain unchanged no matter what evidence is presented to us.", "Viewing both videos encouraged viewers with the message that being stressed sharpened attention, boosted cognition, enhanced relationships, and forced fresh perspectives.", "For groups that watched James missing shots, their views of stress remained unchanged, while those that watched him making the shots developed a more favorable view of stress as productive.", "It was unusual to find video footage where LeBron James was missing shots instead of simply sinking them with nothing but net. Therefore, the study was groundbreaking." ], [ "He believes that tobacco, alcohol, drugs, bad diet, and violence are too powerful of negative forces that interfere in a person's life to be easily corrected by offering these services.", "Marmot believes that people should reframe their relationship with stress in order to understand that there are good types of stress and bad types of stress referred to as eustress and distress.", "Marmot believes there must also be attention paid to a person's life story and the effect that can have on that person's ability to use their mind to relate to stress.", "He believes the problem of stress is too vast and varied in our world, citing alarming statistics about shortened life expectancies in recent years." ], [ "None of these strategies for coping with stress have any basis in scientific or medical fact and are simply scams designed by people who wish to profit from other people's pain.", "They reinforce the idea that all stress is bad and encourage inwardness, whereas studies show that reappropriating stress by reaching out in kindness to others reduces the negative effects of stress significantly more.", "These strategies for dealing with stress pretend to encourage self-reflection when in fact they are endorsing self-centeredness which in turn causes more stress.", "The work to isolate people suffering from stress, which ultimately drives them into deeper and deeper depression until they finally have a stress-induced medical episode." ], [ "When the wealthy are encouraged to engage in prosocial behaviors such as volunteering or donating to charity, they are reducing the stress in the lives of others.", "The author does not believe that the underprivileged should receive social welfare, and so he proposes that they simply help each other instead.", "Studies have shown that when at-risk or underprivileged populations participate in activities where they sincerely help others, they effectively distract from their own stress.", "When the underprivileged give of themselves, they become an example to the well-off, who will, in turn, give of their time and services to help reduce stress in the lives of those who need it most." ], [ "The app is currently used in 155 countries around the world, and it is due to this accessibility and universality that it has yielded strong results.", "The anonymity feature of the app allows users to feel comfortable sharing not only moments of stress in their daily routine but also experiences of deep stress in their lives in general.", "Seeing one's advice have a positive impact on another's person's life can encourage someone to feel more positive about the possibility of helping themselves.", "He believes the app's success can be attributed to its successful merging of ideas from other social relationship apps such as Tinder, Whisper, and Reddit." ], [ "Prior to the 20th century, nobody ever experienced feelings of anxiety or worry because it was a simpler time to be alive.", "\"Stress\" simply referred to powerful natural forces that could bend metal prior to the 20th century, and nobody was concerned about more contemporary associations with anxiety.", "Experiments and research into the concept of stress began in the early 20th century, and the contemporary view of stress as exclusively harmful is even newer.", "The term \"stress\" exclusively referred to the syllables in language pronunciation prior to 20th-century research into the psychological concept of \"stress.\"" ] ]

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[ "Why are the findings of the Edelman report concerning?", "What does the author posit is the root of contemporary widespread distrust?", "Why does the author suggest distrust has a potentially positive function in society?", "Why might trust sometimes be considered well-placed even when the subject of that trust has demonstrated a lack of trustworthiness?", "Why does the public share responsibility with institutions it may not trust in fostering \"well-placed\" trust?", "Why must one be careful with misplaced distrust in a time of post-truth?", "Why is self-reflection and understanding key to developing well-placed trust?", "Why is forgiveness an important factor in the development of well-placed trust?", "Why is reliance key to scaffolding trust in an age when the truth is often difficult to ascertain?", "Why is trust so precarious according to the author?" ]

[ [ "They show that a significant portion of the world's population has embraced the idea that truth is relative and so every entity is equally worthy of distrust.", "They reveal a large amount of distrust in the systems of government, media, and business that people rely on for a healthy society to function.", "Low levels of trust can cause a society to lose focus of its shared values such as fairness, equal opportunity, and justice.", "They demonstrate that world leaders are taking advantage of low levels of trust to spread lies and pit people against each other for their own political benefit." ], [ "The fabrications of stories like Hillary's emails and the Pope's supposed support of Trump's presidency have led to a near-universal distrust of the media.", "The Volkswagen emissions scandal has led to a generally unfavorable view of corporations, and the Panama Papers have led people to largely distrust the powerful and wealthy.", "The rapidly spreading problem of \"experts\" relaying information to the public that later turns out to be a lie, politically motivated, or misinformed. ", "The proliferation of technology has made it easier to learn about good and bad things happening in our world, and people tend to remember the events and situations that are more scandalous." ], [ "The function of distrust is to highlight the value of the trust people have in their interpersonal relationships and to show that love is more important than embracing hard feelings.", "It reminds society of its most important values and provides a barometer for holding institutions accountable when they abuse their power or demonstrate incompetence.", "Distrust reminds us to be introspective and self-aware, and therefore it is an important tool for personal growth and development.", "It teaches us to trust our instincts when it comes to placing trust in people or institutions who may or may not be worthy of that trust." ], [ "When a person is attempting to help someone or something build trustworthiness or if the subject of that trust is someone about whom a person cares deeply, then that trust may be well-placed.", "Showing grace and forgiveness is an excellent strategy for holding public and social institutions accountable for past behavior and ensuring they will change that behavior going forward.", "It operates as a kind of reverse psychology on the individual or institution with whom trust has been misplaced and causes them to pursue better behavior in the future.", "Sometimes it is important to demonstrate to a person or entity that has exhibited a lack of trustworthiness that you will always trust them no matter what they do." ], [ "Since the public utilizes the services of such institutions, it is incumbent upon them to ensure that they are operating appropriately.", "Because if an institution makes an honest effort to cultivate trust, it becomes the public's responsibility to acknowledge that development. Otherwise, their continued distrust is not well-placed.", "Since the public and institutions share the same society, it is important that they have open communication and operate in total transparency in order to ensure complete trust.", "The public has a duty to trust institutions it relies on for essential services; if it does not, the result would be the unraveling of key functions of society. " ], [ "Doing so can lead to presuming distrust of entire industries, government bodies, and groups of people rather than the specific entities that had demonstrated reason to place distrust with them.", "Distrust can lead to paranoia and paranoia can ultimately lead to widespread acts of violence based on misinformation.", "Misplacing trust can lead to hard feelings and cause problems in interpersonal relationships as well as the functions of social institutions. ", "In an era where truth is so difficult to ascertain, it is important to find a wide selection of facts to better inform one's decision about placing trust or distrust with a person or entity." ], [ "Self-reflection and understanding often lead to empathy and love for others, and these are important factors in the ability to trust someone or something despite past indiscretions.", "One must be able to trust oneself completely as a prerequisite to placing trust or distrust on another person or entity.", "Distrust cannot be considered well-placed if it is the result of years and years of continued abuse of power by an institution or repeated betrayals by a friend or family member.", "Being self-aware means we can identify the source of and evidence for distrust and discover whether or not it has been fed by negative emotions." ], [ "Because it will help the person embracing forgiveness find a way to come to a place of trust, which is the ultimate goal.", "Because it allows a person to let go of hard feelings, which can ultimately help to repair a damaged relationship.", "If one does not learn to forgive, then one is in danger of letting negative emotions about one person or entity inform their ideas about people or institutions in general.", "Because harboring negative emotions towards someone can cloud one's judgment, it is important to release those emotions in order to become more objective." ], [ "Any time a person develops a reliance upon a good or service in society, they learn more truths about it and therefore will learn to trust it even more than they did before.", "Out of necessity, one might rely on a person or service they distrust, and through that reliance, they can confirm their distrust was well-placed based on something like incompetence, or they realize it was misplaced trust due to a lack of true information.", "Oftentimes people must rely on specific essential services such as medical care in order to survive. When there are no other options available, one must be careful not to let distrust trump reliance.", "When the truth is difficult to determine, it is important to rely on one's own intuition in order to develop a sense of well-placed trust in people or institutions." ], [ "Trust hinges largely upon reliance, and when so many people and services are unreliable, so is the development of well-placed trust.", "Because intense emotions are often involved in situations involving the development or placement of trust or distrust, there is going to be a wide range of unpredictable behaviors that will affect whether or not an individual trusts or distrusts another individual.", "There is always the danger of being disappointed or hurt when one places trust in an individual, institution, or another kind of entity. And it is impossible to know all objective truth because truth can fluid as well.", "Because we can never truly know how governments and brands are going to behave until every known fact has been checked." ] ]

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